Extras [FM]

I don’t do extras at the club. Not for the hot 20 something guy with a sexy smirk and a glimmer of arrogance in his eyes. Not for the guy who smacks my ass when I walk past him, the man strung along to a bachelor party he didn’t want to be at, or the silver fox with a Rolex and a polite countenance. Not even for the regulars. Not even for the dirty blonde girl with perky tits and a bubbly laugh sitting by the stage.

I find myself saying this again, as coyly as possible, to a particularly handsy gentleman. I am still wearing my thin lacy green bralette, with the little bit of wire underneath to push up my perky C cup breasts. There are straps above the low cut lace to accentuate my cleavage, and my East-West nipples are slipping out. A matching forest green thong is hugging up high on my hips, which are swaying and swiveling while I tease his leg with the light occasional touch of my pussy. I imagine my smile is starting to look plastic, until I catch the eye of a man sitting behind us.

The man is older but not too old, late forties early fifties. He is with friends, looking like he doesn’t want to be there. His hair is short and gray, his eyes are deep brown and knowing. He can see through me, sense my boredom. He’s teasing me with one long look. I don’t know what it is about him. His lips pull up at the corner and I let out a tiny sigh. I lean over the shoulder of the man whom I’m dancing on and press my tits into him, grinding more than I usually would. I smile seductively at the man behind, and our eyes are locked on each other. Maybe I’m a little too tipsy right now.

The song is coming to a close, and I excuse myself with a kiss on the cheek. I don’t even stop count the cash slipped into the side of my thong, I make my way towards the dressing room. I can feel the wet spot on the bottom of my panties. Then I feel a soft touch on my arm, and I flinch as if I had just been shocked with an electric current. But I know who it is….

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

I turn around and he is smiling gently. The customers are not supposed to follow us like this, but the bouncers don’t always pay much attention.

“Could I bother you for a dance?”

I smile and go over the rules, and the prices for dances and VIP rooms. It’s a mantra. He slips me twice the price of a VIP room and I feel like a real hustler. He’s showing off a little bit.

I lead him back to the room. To a private faux leather couch. He sits on his hands and tells me to do my thing. I start off slow, dancing in front of him. He starts talking to me and I get closer. He’s cracking jokes that are genuinely funny, and telling me he loves my laugh. I tell him he can touch anything that’s not covered, except for my face. I don’t like customers touching my face. He asks if he can dance with me, and soon we are swaying and grinding, my back to him, like two strangers at a club. He’s one of the rare customers that reminds me I’m a real woman. His hands are on my hips, moving with my body. I’m shimmying in a dorky exaggerated way and laughing. Sometimes it’s good to let myself have fun at work.

He’s shy with his hands. I grab one of his hands and slide it up my back, to the clasp of my bra. I tell him to take it off, and he does. Soon his hands are squeezing my firm breasts and he is kissing my neck from behind. Some hip hop song I don’t know is playing, and I can tell it’s not his kind of music. But my hips are teaching him how to move with it. He slides his hands back down to my hips, and I put mine on top of his. I push my butt into his crotch while we’re dancing and I can feel his slight boner under his jeans. I feel like I can be a little dominant with him.

“Take your pants off and sit down”

I quickly tell him if he’s comfortable, I’m trying not to cross lines. He is easy to instruct. His dick is very visible, pushing up his black boxers. I put both knees up on the couch, on either side, straddling him. I am still dancing, grinding.

“Is this okay?” I whisper in his ear while I slide my hands up under his shirt.

He nods. I grind up against his boxers and feel his cock getting even harder. That’s one of my favorite things, to feel a man getting hard. My pussy is quivering. I don’t do extras, I don’t do extras, I don’t do extras…I tell myself in my head. But my hands are tempted to slide under the waistband of his soft boxers and feel him.

I smile and shake my tits in his face, “You can suck on them if you want to.”

And just like that my nipples are in his mouth. I toss my hair over my shoulder and moan softly while I grind in small circles and bounce slightly. My pussy is dripping through my thong onto his boxers. I don’t know what other girls do in this situation. Ask for money for a hand job or a blowjob? I don’t do that. But I want him. And I doubt he’s the kind of guy that carries a condom around in his wallet. My hands slide to his coat, and I push it off. I pull his wallet out and hand it to him.

“You want more money? I already paid…” he looks confused.

I shake my head, “any chance you’ve got a condom in there,” and I laugh nervously.

His lips widen into a huge grin and he laughs loudly, “I do, but I didn’t come here to use it”.

Maybe it’s a line, maybe it’s not. Probably. I don’t care. I lean my forehead into his so he can feel my hot breath on his lips, “Please.”

Please kiss me. He reads my mind. He hugs me tight and barely presses his open lips to mine, waiting for me to finish the kiss. And I do, crushing my lips to his. Peeking my tongue into his mouth, our kisses getting harder and deeper. He pulls my hair, and I squeeze his cute butt. I guide his fingers towards my pussy to give him the go ahead, but don’t force it. His fingers respond, slipping under my panties and stroking my slippery clit. Tracing the hole, teasing. When a finger slides in I moan loud. What the hell am I doing.

Too late, I pull his dick out through the fly and start stroking it. It’s thick and hard, and his fingers are driving me crazy. He pulls them out and I suck his fingers clean, then get down on my knees and suck him in. Pull out, circle the tip with my tongue, lick up the left side, and suck it back in. Up and down, taking the whole thing into my mouth until it’s pushing into my throat and I am gagging on it. Uuuuugh he is groaning and thrusting his hips. I massage his balls with my hand at the same time. Mix up my moves, giving it my all. I could make him cum right now.

But my pussy needs him, needs to feel him inside me, rubbing up against my g spot. It’s been awhile, too long. I’m horny Af. I grab the condom, rip open the package, and slide it on. I look up at him for reassurance.

“What are you waiting for?” He says with a slight smirk.

Then I climb back on top and slowly sit on his cock. Mmmm I can’t stay quiet. It’s stretching me out. For a few moments I just sit on it, tightening and pulsing my pussy around it. Then I slowly move up and down, back and forth, in circles. Then faster and faster. We are making out hard and his cock is thrusting up into my pussy while I bounce on it. I’m loud. I can’t quite describe the sounds I’m making, until the pleasure is so intense I have to bite my lip. I cum hard, the walls of my vagina vibrating around him, I can’t control it but I can feel myself getting tighter and tighter around him. He pushes me on my back and sucks my tits again, still fucking me. And then I feel his cock pulsing inside me, so much it almost makes me cum again. He kisses me one last time and lays on my chest, both of us breathing hard. I’ve never seen him since. Sometimes I wonder if he had a ring left in his car.

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