Dancing Queen

=== ***Queen*** ===

It’s a good job. It’s an unconventional job, but it’s a good job.

Stripping has its perks, that’s for sure. The club that I go to pays a lot, and it’s in the better part of town so the clientele is pretty good. And safe, that’s for sure.

Now, the club has a VIP room. For the people that wants to go there, they have to produce several forms stating that they’re clean. The test needs to be finished the day of their visit. This is pretty much how the club gets their money, from the dancers having sex with the VIPs. To their credit, the club screens the VIPs and usually only the rich folks gets through.

I’m half-white and half-black. For the most part, I’m pretty light skinned for a mixed race girl. I can practically pass for a white girl if I’m being honest, but I’m proud of both sides of my racial identity. I have nice, smooth light caramel skin and curly, light brown hair. My body, however, Is something I seem to have gotten from my mom. I have thick thighs and ass, a thin waist, and big tits. My facial features could be confused for someone with Caucasian features, and I have bright blue eyes to boot. My hair is the only thing that is a sign of my biracial feature, but even then it’s kind of hard to believe I’m half black.

To be honest, I look almost like I’m Latina.

Needless to say, I’m dubbed as “Black-man’s kryptonite” by the club. I’m only 21, and I’m usually the main attraction and I get a lot of VIPs. At first, the sex is great. The money flowed in nicely and I’m able to afford a good home and save up for my future. I’m not an idiot, I didn’t spend what I earned on exorbitant things like jewelry, cars and clothes. I just saved and put a majority of my money in a retirement fund.

Lately, however, there seems to be an influx of men that can’t seem to hold it. The men that pay for my time could barely last 10 minutes! It’s infuriating! I tell them to hold it, to wait for me to cum, but no they blow their load and then we sit around for 45 minutes and shoot the breeze. I want to cum too, you know, and these men don’t want to go down on me like I do with them.

I’m kind of infamous for not letting men cum inside of me. A lot of the girls do it, and they can do what they want to do, but for me that’s a no-no. I don’t give a fuck how much money they throw at me.

But one night, I’ve had it. Three guys took their turn with me, and I was fine with it, and they each blew their load within 15 minutes. Total Again!

“Fucking losers, get the fuck out of my way,” I chide at them.

“Baby, what’s wrong? You didn’t have fun?” One of them said and I spat at his chest.

“Bitch, none of you motherfuckers made me cum! I ain’t cum in months!” I shrieked and they laughed.

“That sounds like a ‘you’ problem,” one of them said and they all laughed. God, these guys are pigs. All they care about is getting off. I mean, that’s why they pay for someone like me. Someone whom they don’t care about.

Something about the bass thumping against my chest, the club music going on, and the fact that their laughter kind of started going in sync with the music pissed me off. I was cleaning myself up, wiping the cum off my tits, belly, face and ass with several wet wipes. These idiots don’t deserve for me to taste their cum! I slip my favorite thong back on and my matching bra.

I snapped. I ran out and onto the dance floor where Diamond is dancing. I looked at the crowd, all jock types who think so highly of themselves. But then, I saw him. A nerdy white guy in a thick glasses, a button up polo shirt, khaki slacks. He’s a cutie, but kind of short. I’m 5’9 and I think he’s about 5’6 or something.

“You!” I shouted and pointed a manicured finger at him. He looked around, everyone around him pretty much took a step away, and I nodded. “Yes, you! Get the fuck over here!”

From my experience, nerdy guys like him are hungry, eager and horny. But I might have overestimated him. He didn’t look interested. No, it’s more like I’m inconveniencing him by picking him. But I didn’t care. I might be 21, but my instincts have never steered me wrong.

I jumped down from the stage and walked over to him. I took his hand and walked away and towards the VIP room. The crowd cheered him on, a few men patting him on the back, but he just groaned and complained. But he went along with it.

We got to the VIP room and I kicked the men out. I didn’t give a single fuck that they still had time, they’re done with the room as far as I’m concerned. I sat him down and he just looked around.

“Um, what’s up?” He said like he’s not alone, in a room, with the most sought after girl in the club.

“What’s up? What do you mean ‘what’s up?’? Do you not know who I am?”

“No, not really. This is my first time here,” he said nonchalantly. That really made me mad. Does he not see how gorgeous I am? How perfect I am!?

“Well, you’re going to be a return customer then! Are you clean?” I asked and he just shrugged.

“I mean, I haven’t had sex yet if that’s what your asking,” he added to the shrug. A virgin! That’s kind of rare.

“What’s your name? How old are you?” I probed deeper. I started swaying my hips and rubbing his thigh.

“My name’s Brynjar. I’m 22.”

I moved lower and I could see some movements in his khaki pants. “Well that’s an interesting name.”

“Yeah, it’s a Viking name. My parents were into it. I just go by Bryn.”

“Hmm, well then Bryn, tonight’s your lucky night. For free, you get to have me for the next 40 minutes.”

“I see, I see,” was all he said. Is he not excited to have me all to himself? He’s really pissing me off! But my instinct is telling me to stay.

“So, what’s your name?”

“Me? It’s Queen,” I answered as I turn my back to him and shook my ass. I think I saw a dismissive look across his face, but when I blinked it’s back to normal. Hmm.

He kept his hand on his side, he’s well behaved. Usually, men would have their hands all over my ass but not this one. “You can touch if you want,” I clarified, “like I said, we got the room for 40 minutes.”

“Is that so? Then don’t mind if I do,” Bryn said. I didn’t really get a good look at him, other than his plain face and black-rimmed glasses, but his hand was rough. I can feel callouses on the tip, and his grip is firm but gentle.

His hand rubbed my ass while I shook it, going down the back of my legs and then around and up again. It travelled up my belly and over my chest, then back on my back. “Mmm, you work with your hands a lot?” I asked and he just grunts.

“I make a lot of D&D figurines, some of them I carve out of wood and I paint them.”

What? D&D? What the fuck is that? I thought he’s a carpenter, or maybe an electrician. Oh well, I don’t even know, or care, anymore. “You can do more. Like I said, you have me to yourself.”

“You’re not going to pull something shady, are you?” He dared to ask and I just scoffed.

“Shady? Like what!?” So not only had this boy not shown great enthusiasm in having me to himself, he’s saying some arrogant things!I was pissed before, but now I’m livid.

“Like charge me for this entire thing when it’s your idea.”

Yeah, I can see his point. Some girls have done that, and they got fired and blacklisted, but not me. I try and make sure I don’t step on any of upper management’s toes.

“Baby, no. Some two-pump chumps paid for this room for an hour, and you get to reap a majority of it.”

I ain’t telling him that I plan to rock his world and maybe, just maybe, he can make me cum.

He just shrugged and let it go at that. By this time I’m grinding all over his crotch, feeling his cock stiffen.

And stiffen. And stiffen some more.

What the fuck?

His hands went and cupped my tits, and his fingers dug in and pawed at it.

“Your breast are quite nice,” he said, and this bastard is finally recognizing how great my body is. I reached back and undid the clasp and let the twins free, and his hands grabbed it and twisted my nipples.

“All natural baby. Nothing about me is fake! Well, my hair is. It’s a wig,” I giggled.

“I noticed,” he said flatly. That kind of brought me down a peg.

“Hmm, well how about you show me a little bit of you,” I tried to steer the conversation back to my advantage. Maybe this boy had a redeeming cock.

“No, not yet. Since I have you for a while, I’m going to experiment some things I researched.”

Research? What?

So we switched places, then he suddenly pulled me a bit further down the loveseat and then opened my legs. He licked his lips and looked down at my crotch. Then, he separated my pussy from my thin g-string.

“Your vagina looks immaculate. A cute little slit, a bit of your labia majora is showing but it is perfect.”

He took a whiff and then sighed. “You have a distinct smell. Pheromones? Interesting.”

“W-what are you trying to do,” I asked and he clicked his tongue.

“Like I said, I’m putting into practice what I’ve researched.”

I’m still confused. I see him stick a tongue out and licked my pink slit, and I hissed upon feeling his warm tongue rub against me. “Interesting taste. A little metallic, like licking a wet coin, but make no mistake a vagina is supposed to taste similar to that sometimes.”

“W-W-What?” Came the words out of my mouth.

“Hush,” he said as his head disappeared from my sight and all I felt are his fingers spreading my pussy open. Then, the wetness and roughness of his tongue. Immediately I felt a shock run through my legs, and I couldn’t help but moan.

“Is this the Clitoris?” I hear him say, “from what I’ve read, this is supposed to …”

I felt him flick his tongue against my clit, and instantly an electric sensation rushed all throughout my body. I felt his tongue run up and down against it, the wet clicking as he pushed my pink bean up with his tongue. I felt hot. I felt hot all over, especially the bottom of my foot!

“Hmm, now if I remember correctly…”

Then his fingers slid inside of me and my back arched a little bit. He pressed up and dragged his finger back, all the while keeping his tongue against my clit. The roughness of his fingers, the little bumps from the callous, actually adds to the sensation!

“HIIINH!! St-Stop! Stop!” I begged and I see him emerge from behind my tits.

“What’s wrong? Am I causing you any discomfort?“

“N-No! No… I… I…”

In truth, I think he made me have a mini orgasm. Not a big one, but a small one. “I… It’s my turn! Okay, let’s switch.”

I can’t let him continue, otherwise I’d lose my place here. I’m supposed to be the one that’s making him swoon. I’m supposed to be the one who makes his legs weak and wobbly. Me, the Queen! Not some nerd who paints figurines in his free time!

He sat back down on the couch and I retrieved my scrunchy from my wrist and tied up my blonde wig behind me.

“You’re concerned about your wig?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Shut up, it’s a habit.”

He gently rubbed the side of my face and pushed some stray hair back and against the back of my ears. Instantly, I felt this *thump* inside of my chest, different from a heart beat but similar enough.

“Has anyone called you beautiful?” He said and I felt my face flush for a second. I’ve been called hot. I’ve been called sexy. I’ve been called a wet man’s dream.

But beautiful? No. Not once.

“S-Shut up. Lift your hip up a little so I can take your pants off.

I mean, I felt something stiff when I was grinding on him earlier. He unbuttons his pants and unzipped it, then lifts himself slightly. I pulled his pants off and his boxers came into view. I grunt in frustration as I pulled it down, and then I felt something *whack* me on the chin.

What the fuck?

I’m looking at quite possibly the largest penis I have ever seen, and I’ve seen a lot of penis from all nationalities.

It’s girthy and thick. The bulbous head is like a helmet. There’s several thick veins running up from the root and towards the head. His cock is curved upward and slightly to the right, it’s the perfect shape!

“What’s wrong?” He asked after my silence became apparent. I’m just staring at it, at how perfect it is.

“N-Nothing!” I said in a panic.

The reason why it’s perfect is simple: because of the way it curves, it’s able to hit the sweet spot easier. So since his dick is nice and thick, that curve is able to really, really press and rub and smash that sweet spot. My pussy started to throb with fear and anticipation.

I gathered up my drool and let it drop down onto his dick, and I spread it around and got that monster nice and slick. A dick this big needs a lot of lubrication.

I’ve had sex with many black and white guys. My body count is probably in the hundreds. But this is the biggest meat piece I’ve ever seen in my 3 years of stripping!

I gave it the head a lick, letting my tongue drape across the little web under the cock head. He shuddered a little, and I grinned at him.

“Felt good?” I asked, and he nodded.

“Quite so. The frenulum is a sensitive spot of a man’s penis. But I can see the allure of watching someone of your skill perform.”

Hmph. This weirdo. If he wasn’t a tiny bit cute, I wouldn’t even do this pro-bono.

“I’m not sure if you realize it, but I have mild autism. Asperger’s actually. No, I’m not a genius or anything, but social cues are often lost to me. I’ve been curious about sex, for quite some time, and I simply came here to observe.”

“You’re not reta-“

“No, and never say that word ever again. It’s very offensive, and incorrect.”

I learned something tonight. Have I been using it wrong? I guess, I don’t know, but something about the firmness of his tone tells me to not use it anymore.

“What do you mean by social cues,” I asked and he laughed a little.

“Things like humor and sarcasm. It took me some time to figure out if someone is angry. Sadness is hard for me to tell. Excitement is the easiest.”

“Well what made you curious about sex?” I asked, trying to get some more information about my mystery man.

“I’ve seen porn before, and I found it curious that such an act was pleasurable. I asked my parents about it and, well, they didn’t have an answer. Only questions about where I got the porn from. I still don’t have an answer.”

I gently stroked his cock, giving it a few kisses and licks. “I think it’s wet enough,” I said and he tilted his head a bit. I started by kissing the bottom side of the head that eventually turns into my lips wrapping around it. His thick head filled up my mouth and that musky scent filled up my nose.

He moaned for a bit then hissed. “I *ungh* understand now. That’s a really pleasurable act!”

My tongue is pressed down flat, and my lips. His taste is immaculate, and clearly he bathe before coming here. Most men don’t even bother and they reek of booze and weed. But this man, Bryn, smells of body soap and deodorants. His cock had that musky, manly smell that I cannot get enough of: A grown man’s cock, and it’s in my mouth and I’m loving it.

For a few minutes, I sucked and slurped that cock and I gave him the sloppiest blowjob. I tried to deepthroat that beast but it is a thick motherfucker, so I had trouble doing it. I kissed and I even softly bit his shaft, sucked up his balls into my mouth and rolled it around with my tongue.

“I… I can see the appeal. It feels wonderful, and the sounds you produce while giving me oral is pleasing to the ears.”

His moans and tiny whimpers are music to my own ears, and I don’t even think he’s aware he’s making them. Finally, I’m getting the upper hand back. Finally, he recognizes what I offered.

“You’re really beautiful,” he said as he brushed my cheeks.

Fuck! How dare he! How dare he make my heart thump really fast! For someone who claims to not know social cues, he’s really putting it on thick. Holy, fucking shit what’s happening to me!?

I rubbed his cock all over my face, smearing my pink lipstick across my lips. I slapped my cheeks with it, with his deep thuds resonating. This is the biggest, fattest dick I’ve ever had and I want to thoroughly enjoy it.

“I can’t take it anymore. I want this shit inside of me,” I moaned as I sucked it off one more time, and rubbed the shaft across my lips. “I fucking want if. I fucking need it!”

“Alright, would you happen to have any condoms?” He dared to ask but I just shook my head.

“Oh no, baby, a dick like this deserves to be done bareback. No condoms for you!”

“Are you sure? Would you happen to be on some sort of birth control?”

I just nodded my head. “I see, then let’s proceed. I’m curious to find out what an intercourse would feel like.”

I turned my back to him and rubbed his cock all over my cheeks. He gave each of them a squeeze, and kind of nods his head. “You’re glutes are well developed and lovely. A good distribution of fat allows it to have volume, and at the same time offers a soft texture when I squeeze it.”

“Did you just call my ass fat?”

“Yes,” is what he said.

“Oh! Well thank you. Now slap it.”

“I’m sorry?” He kind of narrowed his eyes at me in a confused manner. “You want me to strike your posterior?”

“I said what I said, now slap it hard!”

I see him being his hand back and then it flew and collides with my ass. The pain I felt made my back tingle a bit, and it brought me a small sense of lustful joy. “D-Do the other one. Slap it. Harder!”

“You said harder, correct?”

“Yes! Don’t make me beg!”

I saw his left hand rear back, fly, and then that sweet, sweet *slap* on my ass. Oh, that sting and pain tingling all over my cheeks! I gently moaned a bit.

“Your glutes are really well maintained. Is it safe to assume you exercise regularly?”

“I-I do,” I pant while I felt the pain go away. Finally, I reached down and grabbed his cock and rubbed it all over my already soaking wet pussy.

“You’re quite moist down here. I’ve read that this is an indication that you’re aroused. Is that assumption correct?“

“Mmhm… baby, I’ve been aroused as soon as I saw this dick!”

“I see, that is good to know.”

I positioned myself carefully, lifting my ass up slightly, and when the head split me open wider than any man has ever, I instantly knew I was in trouble. It felt like I was a virgin again. My walls opened up more and more as more of his meat fits in, and I couldn’t utter any other noise other than short whimpers.

“Oh my, it’s quite a tight fit,” he said through gritted teeth. “Are you alright? You seem to be in distress.”

“No! No! D-Don’t t-touch me right now!”

“Why?” He reached over and touched my arm and the sensation pretty much set off a chain reaction of feelings I’ve been holding back.

“Oh? Your vaginal walls seem to be contracting. That’s quite curious, and very enjoyable.”

I came. How his cock is designed, the moment it went in it already pressed on the roof roughly. It hit the first two sweet spot, and as it went further on it brushed against my cervix and then it hit the deepest spot too.

“Are you ok? Your vaginal walls are still contracting and I must admit, it does feel good.”

“Sorry. Sorry, I’ll move now.”

I had to get my bearings. I can’t let him know I just came. It’s not a big orgasm, it’s more like small ones that came one after the other. But I haven’t had any in a long time so I’m just savoring it right now.

“We’ve got thirty minutes left. If you don’t mind, I would like to take over and try out some of the positions I’ve seen used frequently in pornographic videos.”

What?

He pulled me against him and lifts up my leg. “I’m going to start now,” he said and I’m still in quite a l cloud.

Then, he started thrusting upward. Fast. Hard.

“Ooh! Oooh fuuuuck! Fuuuck! Holy shit! Holy shit! Stop! Stop! I’m gonna… I’m gonna… I’m gonna!!”

My back arched forward and he held me down by my breast. My head shot back and thank god I missed his head. My arms went and flailed, and when I grabbed the cushion I twisted it into my palm.

“C-Cumming! I’m cumming, holy shit I’m cumming!!”

“You had an orgasm? I’m glad. That indicates I did well, correct?”

I just whined and squealed. He slowed down a bit, finally letting my breathing catch up. How the fuck did this nerd managed to make me have an orgasm in 5 minutes after sliding his dick in me!? How!?

“Would you like to stop?”

“No! No, we still got 25 minutes! More, I want more!”

“I see. Then, would you teach me some more then?”

Teach him? How? Teach him about sex? As far as I know, he’s done everything right!

“W-Why don’t you just show me what you know, then we’ll go from there,” came my answer and that felt like the correct one.

“That’s an appropriate step. It would be a waste of time to show me what I already know. Well then, if you don’t mind I’d like to proceed.”

I could’ve sworn I heard a *ploop* when his cock popped out of me. My pussy is still throbbing after the harsh orgasm he gave me; but he got me on all fours. “Do you mind if I strike your butt?” He asked and I looked back, bit my lip and nodded.

“I’d be offended if you didn’t,” I answered to reinforce my head nod. He gave my ass a few firm slaps and then I felt his thick head press against me again.

“Aaahhh shit! It’s so fucking big!” I screamed out.

“Is it? From what I’ve seen, it’s quite ordinary,” he said like it’s a fact.

“What? Dude, your cock is huge. What do you mean ordinary!?”

“I guess I assumed incorrectly then. All the men in porn seems to have a sizable penis.”

He’s joking, right? He must be joking. “Those are all actors! Wh-what, you thought your average!? Your the biggest dick I’ve had and army body count is at least in the hundreds!”

“Body… count? Explain.”

“Body count, how many people a person has slept with. Come on, man!”

“I see,” he said, “then I guess you’re my first.”

His first? Did he just say his first? I can kind of guess that. He’s a bit awkward, and he doesn’t dress flashy or anything. But I’m his first!? A guy with this monster of a dick, and I’m his first!?

“So I’m supposed to grab your hip and thrust, if I’m remembering correctly.”

“ANNHHH!!”

His first thrust, he brings his cock all the way out and then slams himself all the way in. In one motion. Immediately my pussy clamped up and I shook. Fuck, I came again!

“B-Be gentle! H-holy fuck… holy shit…”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware of how much force to use.”

I held his hand, “l-look, just start slow and get a feel for it. Then, go a little faster and work it up from there.”

I’m quite famous for being rough with the VIPs, but here I am asking for him to be gentle.

He nods and then he slowly thrusts into me. Gentle, slow thrust that lets me fully appreciate his length, girth, and shape. Oh, how his cock crooks upward and how it roughly rubs against my insides. How his head grinds against my walls.

“Good, now if you want you can reach over and play with my breast. Or you can reach from the front and down and play with my clit.”

“I see. Alright, if you don’t mind it.”

He reached over and I felt his rough fingers against my clit. “Ooh, good. Slowly rub it in circles now, that’s it baby.” He did just so, and his rough fingers added some extra pleasures from that. “Hmmm, good boy. You learn fast.”

“Indeed I do, that’s what my teachers have told me.”

Then his speed and tempo sped up and so did his fingers. A minute more has passed and he’s got my face down on the cushions, biting into it, while his cock pounds me into oblivion, and his fingers ran circles against my clit.

Needless to say, I kept cumming again and again.

“God… fffuuckkk… oh shhhhiittt…. Hanh… hanh! Cumming! I’m cumming again!!”

“Your legs are shaking, are you alright? You’re not having a seizure are you?”

Indeed my thigh and ass shook and trembled. I buried my face on the couch and just screamed, both in shame and because he didn’t really stop fucking me. Shame, because he’s made me cum so many times already. All the months of built up frustration dissolved from him making me orgasm.

“I would like to do missionary. I know it might be too ordinary for you, but from what I’ve read it should be enjoyable.”

Huh, I’ve never heard of missionary being too vanilla. It is probably one of the best positions to be on, it’s just that it’s not very flashy.

He helped me to my back, and honestly speaking my legs felt a bit weak. He took a glance on the clock on the wall and clicked his tongue. “We only have ten minutes left,” he said and I wondered where did time go.

“G-go slow, alright? Don’t shove it in, and don’t start so fast like you’re trying to make fire,” I reminded him and he nods.

“Be gentle, I remember. Okay then.”

The thing with missionary is it’s face to face. I actually never use missionary or cowgirl, it’s way too personal and intimate. The VIPs prefer doggy and reverse cowgirl anyway, and if they want any sort of intimacy from me, it comes from blowjobs.

But for some reason, I’m letting this guy put me in missionary. I didn’t even think twice about it, I just let him put me on my back! He folds my leg and looked down at my soaked pussy, and he bent down and took his tongue and ran it across my pussy.

“Hmm, just like I thought. I quite like the taste,” he said and then he went back for more. He spreads my lips apart and stuck a tongue in that flicked and prodded, causing me more mind crushing mini-gasms.

“I don’t mind the taste, but I think because of the fact that I can hear your moans adds to the experience. Interesting.”

With cock in hand, he rubbed it up and down my little slit. Then, he found the hole and proceeds to enter. He looked at me, at my face, and I couldn’t help but moan softly as he pushed himself in.

“You enjoyed that,” he said, “unless you didn’t.”

“No no, I enjoyed it,” I softly laughed, “go ahead and… anh… and… do what you learned.”

“Gentle at first. Yes, I remember.”

He did start gently. He looked down at what he’s doing, and then up at my face. His rough fingertips kneaded my breast, pushing them together and then spreading them in his palm. He took one in his mouth and gently sucked on it.

“B-bite my nipples. Not too hard, firmly, alright?”

“The nipples are an erogenous zone. I’ll do just that.”

He took one into his mouth and gently bit into it. Then, he started to apply a little more pressure and more and more. Then he slowly let it go and ends it with a gentle sucking. Ooh that was so hot! He really is a fast study!

But enough about my tits. He’s been hitting me down there in a consistent pace while paying attention to my twins, and I gotta say that takes concentration. When he came back up, he went and took off his shirt and I got to see his whole body. He’s not thin like I originally thought. He’s built, jacked even. What the hell!?

“People don’t mess with you if you can throw a punch,” he said when he noticed me admiring his pecs, arm and shoulder, “and most people don’t know how to fight. I did my research, I practiced for a while, and thankfully I didn’t need to use it at all.”

He climbed over me until his face is right over mine and his thrust came from above. My head is in a deep fog. A deep, pleasure-laden fog, and I couldn’t really think straight.

“K-kiss me,” I think I said, and he just gave me this weird look. So I reached up, hooked my hands on the back of his neck, and brought his lips on mine

I don’t kiss. I do not. Kissing is deeply intimate. But somehow, I’m begging for it.

I sucked on his thin lips, sucked on his tongue and tasted him. He started mimicking me, and I felt so fulfilled.

We were deep in an embrace, a kiss, and his hips slamming down on me when the door opened.

“Queen!? You’re not done yet!?” I hear Serenity ask, with a laugh, almost surprised.

“Get out! Get out, I need more time!” I roared at her and she slammed the door shut and I hear a giggle.

Our lips went back together, and I begged him to keep fucking me. I kept begging for more and more, I told him to twist his hips while he’s balls deep on me, and he did so and it felt like what I imagine heaven would. I begged for him to grind his hips up and down while he’s balls deep in me again, and he did so and my pussy climaxed hard.

“I think I’m about to ejaculate,” he said, “I feel a tight sensation right where my bladder is.”

“Good, good. C-Cum inside me baby, cum inside me.”

“Curious. If that is alright with you, then I’ll do just that.”

I held him tightly against me with his pelvis slamming down onto me. I came over and over while he grunts and groans.

“Fill me up. Fill my pussy up. Fill it up!” I shouted and he grunts and groans as he slammed down on me.

And then I felt his cock expand and throb. The head kind of pulsed a bit, and then a warm, wet sensation burst and splatters hard against me. He moaned and grunts hard as he threw rope and rope of gooey cum inside of me, something I have never felt before.

“Fuck, that feels so good! Oh god, keep going baby, keep fucking me! Don’t stop, don’t stop!”

===

I think we spent well over and hour in there. He fucked me in so many other positions, and he made me orgasm many more times until I was just a motionless body laying on the couch, with cum leaking out from my pussy and mouth.

“T-Thank you for that informative experience. I truly appreciate it,” he said as he wiped his spent cock, still hard by the way, against my cheeks.

“Y-y-you’re welcome,” I whimpered as I have the passing dick a quick kiss. I see him put his pants back on, gives my forehead a quick kiss, and left the room.

A couple of minutes later, Serenity came waltzing into the room.

“Girl, you got rocked hard!” She laughed, “I ain’t never seen you so spent!”

“He was amazing. He was the best dick I’ve ever had! And my legs are jelly right now, I don’t think I can walk.”

“Well, boss wanted me to tell you that she’s taking $100 from your pay because of the room.”

“That’s fine, it’s worth it. I’ve never gotten fucked that hard before.”

Then, I realized it and I cried out. “I didn’t get his number!”

“Girl, bye! Clear out because Cleo’s gonna come and clean up, and make sure you tip her nice because the couch is a fucking sloppy mess!”

How am I going to contact him? How? Was tonight our last night together!? No, that can’t be, I can’t let it and like this. I won’t!

Bryn, I will hunt you down.

~ End of Ch. 1 ~

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/sr9r15/dancing_queen