StripHer Page 3
She clenched her inner anal ring around me. “No. No, don’t leave me. Don’t stop. Just do it. Fill me up now.”
Holy Christ.
I glanced over at the basket overflowing with condoms. It wouldn’t take long to rip one open and roll it on, then get right back inside her. I should have put it on from the start.
Damn it.
I pulled out, pushed just the head back in again, deciding, driving myself mad with the movement. I did it one more time then cursed under my breath and reached for a condom. I ripped it open with my teeth, yanked myself out of her heavenly hole and slid the rubber over my erection.
While I was at it, I took one squirt of lube in my palm and slid my hand up and down to coat the outside of the condom. I aligned my penis tip with her cavern and nestled it inside her again. Then I gripped her hips and prepared to drive it home.
Finally.
I sighed, closed my eyes.
Oh god, finally I’m going to get inside her ass.
At the very second I started to plunge into her, I heard what sounded like the door we’d just entered crashing against the wall. A hand slapped onto my shoulder and jerked me sideways so hard, my cock popped out of Jaz’s hole.
“You son of a bitch. Get your hands off my woman.”
The moans and chatter of the other clients halted. Several heads popped over the half-wall partitions.
“Rob?” Jazmine whirled around just in time to see her fiancé draw back and bust a right punch across my jaw.
The lights flickered, though I knew it was only in my head. Fuck me, the pain. It shot through bone and radiated into my eyeballs. A warm spray of blood splattered my chin and chest and soaked Jazmine’s chiffon robe lying on the floor.
Cindy rushed into the room, her mouth compressed, her eyes narrowed with a spitfire’s heat. “Sir, that’s enough. Let’s go,” she said, gripping Rob’s arm and dragging him toward the door.
I collapsed on the bench seat and grabbed a clean towel off the shelf. All I could think was, Goddamn it, I needed some anal tonight, and now I’m not gonna get it? So close. So damn close…
“How could you, Jaz?” Rob demanded, his face screwed up in an ugly scowl. “How could you? We’re supposed to get married. You promised me you’d quit th-this stripping and nasty—”
Jazmine shoved him against the wall, causing Cindy to lose her tight grip on Rob’s arm. “Get married, my ass. I don’t think so anymore, especially not now with all this jealousy shit. Besides, you’re never home and I’m bored to death. I’ll do whatever the hell I want, you bastard.”
A couple of broad-shouldered bouncers burst into the room. They scanned the space with all the curious eyes peeping over booth walls. One of them said, “Apologies, everyone. We got this handled. Get back to your fun.” They escorted Jazmine and Rob out.
Cindy stayed behind and leaned against the door, closing it behind her. She stared at me from across the small space, her large breasts heaving from all the excitement, her eyes bright with…something almost diabolical.
With the same thing I’d seen out at the bar.
Her hand slid up the outside of her blouse. She squeezed on her nametag. Strange gesture, but not exactly a concern of mine at the moment.
“Well shit,” I grumbled, rolled the condom off my prick and tossed it in a nearby trashcan. I buttoned my fly and fumbled for the zipper. “I guess my time’s up. They better give me a refund’s, all I got to say.”
Cindy set her hands on her hips and sauntered into my booth, her sexy black heels making a muffled clip on the carpet as she neared. I hadn’t noticed before, but she wore really skimpy black shorts, and damn, but she had legs that went up to her throat. Nice legs. Toned. Tanned.
Just right for wrapping around a guy’s head…
“My shift’s over, but I could still issue you a refund, no problem.” She stepped closer and towered over me.
I got a whiff of her perfume again, just like out at the bar. I decided it smelled sweeter than Jaz’s, sexier.
She bent, gripped my hand and halted it in mid-zip. Her fingers did a quick circle around the button, unfastening it, and my cock burst back out of my jeans. She licked her lips and held my gaze with sparkling eyes the color of a dark-brown beer bottle. “Or I could stay and finish Jazmine’s anal job…”
Chapter Three
Whoa.
“You serious?” I asked.
“What do you think?” She unfastened her short shorts, wiggled them down over her hips, kicked them aside and turned around with her back to me.
My gaze dropped to her rear. I gulped. I had to admit it was damn near nicer than Jazmine’s. Flared, curvier, meatier with tight muscles. My cock took notice and contracted. But then she bent over and I sucked in a breath. My eyes widened.
A neon-pink round gadget bulged out of her asshole.
A butt plug?
She peered at me upside-down through her spread legs. Her pussy lips were shaved clean, the vaginal entrance moist and welcoming. “I love getting anal. Turns me on so much that I keep my ass ready all the time with a plug. Just in case…”
Well fuck me all the way to hell and back. All this time I’d been coming to this strip club, and it was the bartender I could’ve been getting my anal fantasy fulfilled by?
True, I’d been hung up on the fact that I’d never nailed Jaz before in that way, but this jealous fiancé thing, coupled with Jaz’s continued excuses to withhold it from me—and now this eye-opener with Cindy—gave me a sudden freeing emotion. As if Jazmine had been holding me hostage and keeping me blindfolded all these months since our divorce, and now seeing Cindy’s nice bod and promising butt plug…well hell, why not substitute Cindy for Jaz?
I relaxed on the bench seat and started stroking my dick again, more excited and harder than ever. It’d been rising and going down since I walked into this damn place, and I was getting fucking tired of it. I wanted anal sex.
Had to have it or I’d die of blue balls.
I needed it.
Now.
“So earlier, when I mentioned you licking her off me after doing her anal, you—”
“I was just disappointed. You’re a really hot guy, and I knew you’d be a phenomenal lover.” Cindy remained bent over. Her long brunette hair hung in a thick, rich curtain below her face and shoulders. She twisted and peered at me from around her hip, then trailed her pink-tipped fingernail around the rim of the toy protruding from her hole. “When I realized anal’s what you were after, my legs went weak. My pussy got instantly wet and I could barely talk—or walk because my butt started tingling and tightening around the plug.”
Jee-sus. If she didn’t stop, I was going to come in my hand and end the whole fantasy before it resumed.
She went on, sinking a finger in her vagina, moaning between each phrase and with each penetration as she added more digits. “Besides, while I don’t mind…mmm, tasting pussy, since anal was what you’d planned…aah, for your session, I didn’t want to lick her tush off you. I wanted you…oh god yes, up my ass, not hers.”
Wow. Nothing like a gal who speaks her mind and goes after what she wants. No head games. Just wham-bam fun. No ties. No emotional baggage to get in the way like it always had with Jazmine, despite the fact our life had been nothing but sex, sex, sex.
Yet there was something different about Cindy, something more than physical.
The air about her seemed softer, sweeter, more genuine.
More mature and laid-back.
She exuded eagerness to please and make this all about me, and I couldn’t think of any time in my recent past that a woman had put me first.
Cindy was the entire package, ripe for give-and-take rather than just take. From what I could already tell, she was too good to be true.
So hot in more ways than physical.
She stimulated my mind, my heart and emotions, and I had no idea why.
Hell, I didn’t think I even needed to touch her like I had Jaz. I could get off simpl
y watching Cindy finger herself while she held that plug snug inside her butt. But oh no, I wasn’t going to let this opportunity get away from me again, like Jazmine just had.
On an impulse that surprised me, I whacked Cindy on a round rump cheek, leaving a red handprint. “Turn around.”
She shrieked then spun on her heels and smiled down at me. “Mmm, that spanking turned me on. Makes my butthole tingle, deep inside me…like way deeper than the plug.” Her beauty and painted fuck-me eyes caught me off guard and made my heart miss a few beats. “So… Since it’s not my usual…job to be a stripper obviously, would you mind undressing me the rest of the way?”
I caught the musky essence of her pussy. My mouth watered, my cock twitched and pre-cum oozed from the slit at the tip. “Hell with undressing.” I gripped each side of the blouse and yanked it open. Buttons went flying, peppering the cubical walls and scattering over the carpeting. Fabric ripped and gaped, leaving her naked breasts exposed and the weight of her nametag pulling one side farther down than the other.
Ah, no bra. That’s why her nipples had tented so hard against the shirt when I’d been at the bar. The tattered blouse fell down her back by a combination of her wiggling her shoulders and me tugging it down. Now she’d been stripped, and all for me. I swept my gaze around her breasts and their fatty flesh, around the dark-brown pebbled nipples. I caressed the mounds with my palms and lifted their soft bulk. They were heavy in my hands as I pulled the nipples together and laved my tongue back and forth over each puckered nub.
Cindy set her hands on my shoulders and her head dropped back. She let out a sexy whimper edged with huskiness.
I reached over, grabbed a new condom and lubed it up after rolling it down over my erection then I shifted my jeans farther down so the zipper wouldn’t scratch her tender flesh. “Turn back around. I want you to sit on my cock while I play with those amazing tits of yours.”
She sat on my lap. I reached around and sighed as the weight of her breasts filled my palms again. She moaned and wiggled when I pinched and plucked at the nipples, my right hand still slick from the lube. I licked, kissed and tasted her sweet-salty neck, inhaled the smell of coconut shampoo in her hair, grazed my hands over satiny skin and sexy curves.
When she groaned and wiggled on my lap, the butt plug brushed my hard-on. The horny ache in my groin shifted into a raging fire.
I had to get inside her.
Get the plug out and sink my cock into that tight ass.
She spoke over her shoulder where a mini tattoo of pink handcuffs had been etched on her smooth, tanned skin. “Whatever you want. Anything, as long as we’re together and both feeling good.”
“Both” feeling good…
I blinked and a wave of long-awaited intelligence washed over me.
Had the problem really been that simple with Jaz? That no matter how much I worshipped her and tried to make her feel good, she didn’t care about my feelings. My emotions, and to a lesser extent my physical sensations? And Cindy had seen it without even knowing me and Jaz.
Stop it. Forget Jaz. Who gives a damn anymore? Not me. I’ve got this sweet babe who knows how to do it. That’s what matters at the moment.
Cindy’s wet mouth covered mine, the spiky tongue swirling and delving. The kiss was hot, very arousing. She had this way of making something tug from my mouth right to the root of my dick. But I didn’t need to be aroused any more than I already was, or I might ejaculate on her back instead of inside her ass.
So I pulled her away and tried to catch my breath.
She panted, gazed into my eyes again. “You’re so hot. Nice green eyes, drop-dead, handsome face, body all strong and muscled up. Just my type,” she purred.
My ego swelled. I could almost feel my head doing the same. But it was my other head that needed to be stroked. “And you’re a nice little surprise. In fact, hot doesn’t even come close to describing you. Stand up, pull that butt plug out and let me look at your sweet little hole.”
I rubbed my penis, re-spreading the lube all over the condom. My fist-pumping made a slurping noise while she stood, bent for me again. I barely got time to study her toned hamstrings and glutes before she pinched at the rim of the toy and slowly slid it out of her ass.
I gulped and had to do a double-take. Never had I seen anything more beautiful than her dilated asshole. The plug must have been inside her for the entire shift because she remained open enough for me to see the dark-pink moistness of her inner canal. Deep. Way deep. If it wasn’t for the fact I might come while doing it, I would’ve tasted her all the way up to her throat.
“Mmmm…” I licked my lips then rimmed her hole with my tongue. Delicious.
Just the right size for my cock.
I squirted more gel into my hand and rubbed it around on her pussy. She groaned when I gave her hard clit extra attention. Then I used the remainder of the lube to grease up her rectum. I slid three fingers inside her, amazed at the tight warmth even with the dilation.
Eager to replace my fingers with my aching erection.
“Whoa. Cindy, sweetheart, you’ve got one gorgeous…body.”
Her legs trembled. She let out a growl so loud there was a sudden quieting in the room. She scooted back and forced my legs apart, glanced over her shoulder again. Her words came out in clipped, panting noises, and her breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. “Thanks, it’s good to finally hear that from you. But I’ve been aching for months to get you inside me.”
I gulped and grinned. “Months? Really? But how could it be that long for—”
“Mm-hmm.” She set her hands on my thighs, dislodged my fingers from inside her and squatted over my lap so her wide-open rectum perched over the tip of my rod. “Now if you’d just reach around and play with my clit, I’ll be able to slide all the way down on you, give you some mind-blowing pleasure while I come in no time at all.”
My hands were on their way to that sexy request before she’d finished speaking. I circled her rectum with my already slick fingers and reached my other hand around and found her clit. The silky knot was so engorged it was like rolling a rounded diamond beneath my fingertip.
She sucked in a breathy growl. Her head fell back. “Yes, yes. Just like that.” She swiveled her hips so my fingers stimulated her front and her rear at once.
I gradually guided her asshole back to my cock where she continued her dance on the tip. I swear I was going to lose control as soon as she swallowed me up. I glanced down while gripping her hip, slowed her movements and settled her hole on me. So fucking hot watching her take my penis head inside her.
She groaned. I guided her down on me and pulled her closer so her rump cheeks pressed into my belly. I went crazy masturbating on her clit, and it made her entire body tremble, her pussy weep with juices onto my fingers.
“More,” she begged, latching her gaze on to mine. Her eyes were filled with moisture, her face contorted in near bliss. “I need more of your cock. Now. All the way, deeper, please.”
I fought the urge to grab her shoulders and slam her down on my erection. As cocks went, mine was pretty big, and I didn’t want to hurt her. So I kept up the clit play, clamped my other hand on the side of her waist and slowly lifted my ass off the seat to enter her farther. She slid down on me. I fucked her upward, deep like she’d begged me to. The heat and tightness of her inner muscles closed around me.
All of me.
At last I filled her to the hilt. My dick convulsed in a staccato tic, each one causing her deep ass flesh to stroke me and milk pre-cum from my tip. The pleasure proved so damn intense, I couldn’t stop my eyes from crossing or my throat from growling. I ached to pound into her in a violent frenzy, but I was almost there. I wasn’t taking the chance of hurting her either, and sending her scrambling off me before I could come.
Before she could come too.
Instinct told me the rippling muscles of her orgasm would be the final thing that would make my first anal sex encounter in years the most ultimate
experience of my life. Oh, I could come—god could I ever at this very second—and still enjoy it, but having her orgasm vibrate up and down my cock while I shot off in her was what I wanted and needed the most.
Already I’d gotten far more anal out of Cindy than I had in years of marriage with Jaz. Just teasing a man and allowing only the tip to enter her was, in retrospect, pure selfish, mental abuse. If it wasn’t her thing, that was cool and quite another consideration, but to keep taunting and depriving me of both that physical and emotional connection had been the real problem I could never put my finger on until now.
This was what Jaz had been denying me all along.
No, this and that something else. Mutual respect and affection in each act of lovemaking.
And yes, I admitted something out loud. “Now this is lovemaking, not sex.”
No more taking without giving. I had Cindy now. She nodded, clamped her fingers on my thighs and raised herself up so the mushroomed head of my penis was all that remained inside her. For a brief, panicky moment, I thought she was going to bolt, but instead she lowered herself down on me.
“Ooooh… Feels so good.” Cindy leaned back and hooked her arm around my neck, her thighs resting on my lap and her warmth closed around my cock.
“Yes, oh god, yes,” I said, panting.
She drew my mouth to within an inch of hers. “Are you ready?” she whispered, her breath warm against my lips. “Because you rub my clit a couple more times like that, and I’m going to be jacking you off with the inside of my ass and making you orgasm so fast, you won’t know what hit you.”
Chapter Four
“Then hit me, baby.” He rubbed my stiff button like mad. I closed my mouth over his and started that swirly, deep thing with my tongue again, the one that reached straight down to my pussy and felt like his tongue and mouth were giving me the best cunt-eating of my life.
I went crazy bouncing on him. My simmering pre-orgasm made a teasing circle. It started with his fingers. Each ringing he did of my clit caused his mouth to excite my tongue more, which in turn sent a flood of arousal to my G-spot. The sensations arced through my groin. We both halted the kiss and braced for the euphoria, and on the final round to the end, he masturbated my clit harder, faster, beginning the cycle all over again.