My First Time
As I stood at the door waiting to be let in, several thoughts crossed my mind. I knew what I was doing. I knew it was my cue to leave the club, but I did not. I have never felt this way before. I have never gone after a woman before.
I turned back to leave but realized the number of eyes on me. "What the hell is wrong with these men," I thought. I should go in there and have a conversation with the girl. A couple of dollars would do. It will put these men off my back, and I'm sure my friends would change their minds about my impotence.
The door opened, and a bouncer let me in. I quickly scan through the room. There is a bed, not large but big enough for people to get smashed.
The girl is on the edge of the bed. She lay down flat on the bed, with her legs facing me; she lifted both her legs high up in the air and opened them slowly as wide as they could go. Her hands held her thighs open. She put her feet flat on the bed, so now her knees were bent, but her legs were still open.
"Holy mother of Jesus!" I screamed. I did not know what to do. I intended to talk the flirt over, give her some amount of money and get out of there. Now I just stood right at the center of the room and watched.
I could see her private part from her transparent black thong. Her left hand mauled her tits as she played with he pussy with her right hand.
"How long do you intend to stand there?" She asked.
Her words brought me back to life. It was thick but sexy.
Shit! I was drooling. The stripper's body and moves are driving me insane. I could not control my body anymore. I grabbed the now-massive Chris.
"Please, do not betray me." I pleaded in my head.
As if the girl heard what I said, she stood up from the bed and walked to the center of the room where I stood. She looked right into my eyes. Her eyeballs are green and beautiful. They shine like there is a sparkle in them. I did not protest, so she went on her knees.
I'll keep my mouth open so you can get some of that jizz on my tongue, too," she tells me with a lewd wink, leaving her mouth hanging open.
Jeez, she knew I was going to jack off. I have done that a couple of times. Could you not ask me how I learned that? I am a man, and some things just come to you naturally.
I began to masturbate furiously, jacking off at the sight of the pretty stripper's firm bust. Her large boobs make my dick throb as I stroke for the grinning slut, who is pretty much completely delighted and ecstatic at being overwhelmed by my big, fat cock. I tug my length, intent on decorating her features and glazing the beauty queen in a massive bukkake.
The girl must have felt cheeky because she leans over to kiss my cockhead, placing her lips on my dick. Then she begin to suck it off, giving me expert fellatio for a minute to bring me close.
Eventually, it becomes too much, and I grunt loudly before ejaculating on her face. My dick throb, unleashing multiple loads on the girl at once. It has been ages, and I have never done that with a woman before.
I spurt directly into the girl's forehead. Some landed over her glossy hair. The remaining coat her rosy cheeks, splattering against her perfect skin with my creamy liquid, before directing the rest of my loads into her waiting mouth. Within seconds, her entire face is glazed.
"Now that I have pleased you, would you like to return the favor because somebody needs plenty of attention" The girl finally found her voice?
I could not say no. The feeling was incredible. I want more. My disgust for women can wait. Tonight is for my body, little Chris especially. I looked around the room. I do not feel comfortable here. This is not a nice place to have my first sex. But I do not know if she would like to get out of here.
"Your place or mine?" She asked.
Fuck! She is a mind reader. My place definitely.
"Mine," I said.
I waited for her to put on something. Her clothes were still lying helplessly on the ground in the exclusive room. She grabbed a kimono. It is more like a robe, but it covers her half-naked body.
I was expecting another loud cheer when I came out of the room but was disappointed. My friends are now busy with different women. I gestured that she could go on as I walked to the bouncer. I need to make payment for tge drinks, and the bartender is nowhere to be found.
Anxiety has taken over me. I was already growing impatient before the bartender came to attend to me. I hurried out of the club, and I drove her home.
All the while, my cock was still standing strong. I guess it was because she would not keep her hands off it, even while I was driving.
The Stripper is a Whore! We are finally home. I led her straight to my room. My workers, who are still awake, are staring in shock. I could hear the whispers of their gossip as I walked the stairs. For a moment, panic set in. I had not really meant it when I said we could come to mine. Christ, and now we are here. My heart reeled. Should I let her in? Of course! Hurry up! My mind screamed. I guess the alcohol had dulled my senses more than I had imagined as my fingers fumbled with the lock. The door opened, a cold front of outside air pushed in, and we went silently went in along with it. I stood dumbfounded against the wall as she quickly turned the lock, still cocooned in the arms of a slight stupor. I had too much at a time, trying to distract myself from the stripper who was now in my bedroom. This was crazy. She stood still in the shadows without a word, but I loomed over her. I couldn't make out her face except where the light etched along her mouth. It was the most seduct
I did not wake up to the chirps of birds as usual. It is Saturday morning and judging by the atmosphere, I slept past my workout time. Events from yesterday night crossed my mind and I remember immediately that I have a stranger in my room. I looked beside me but she was gone. Nothing of hers remains in the room. I found a note on the table at the center of the room. "This is the worst night of my life. I hope it wasn't for you Mr one minute. I got my pay too." Shit! I did sleep off of her yesterday. But it was not a bad first time for me. She was right about that. How dare she call me a one minute man. I've heard people talk about that phrase and I bet I know what that is. How could she qualify me like that? I was not sure I spent a minute thrusting. She must have left immediately. I checked my wallet and it was as if nothing came out of it. I don't know how much her pay is but knowing she didn't take the whole money surprised me. My stomach make horrible sounds. I am hun
ChristopherThe weekend seems short. Maybe because I could not get my mind off the event on Friday night. For years, I had lived every day the same way until last weekend. And now the event's effect on my life is, I don't know, disastrous I guess. There are things I ought to have attended to during the weekend that I didn't because my thoughts were hijacked. Now my phone won't stop ringing because an investor is giving my assistant a hard time. I sent him ahead to avoid his complaints. Where is my billionaire watch? I have checked my watch storage cases and it is nowhere to be found. It's not my most expensive watch but definitely my favourite. I love Mondays, so I reserve my best for the day. Shit! I used it on Friday. Did it fall off my wrist? Impossible! I quickly run through Friday again and then it hits me. The stripper! I was wondering if she took enough money when she said she has paid herself. I never knew she took my watch. I should probably just let it slide. I would ge
KateMonday morning sleep hits different. Jobless people like myself would scream yes. Well, I have a job. For me it is not about what I do but what gives me money. Let me rephrase that. I do not mind being a stripper so far it pays my bills and you know, meet my needs. "Finally awake" Bev grumbles as she comes out of our small kitchen in the cubicle we call room. We have been staying in that apartment for years, since I got to know Bev actually. We were broke and we could not afford a better house. We are still broke but we can afford a better place now. Bev runs a small boutique not far from the apartment and I get tips every night. Yeah, I work every night except for one day. It's my best day ever. That's an irony. Not that It never occurred to us to get another apartment but it is of no use. If things work out with Bev and her lover, she would move in with him and I would be left to pay the house bills. Too much expenses. Bev keeps hitting her legs or hands on everything in th
Christopher Kate? Who is Kate? I can't seem to get that name out of my mind. Who is she and why did she call? How did she get my contact? While I settle the miscommunication issue with our investor, my thoughts were clouded by these questions. I needed an escape from thinking about the stripper I met on Friday but this is not what I had pictured. Another woman? Is this the time Darren has been talking about? Where women will forcefully find their way into my life? The time I would have no choice but to welcome them? It can't be. I hate women and nothing is going to change that. Not even the sexy stripper I can't stop thinking about. To be logical, I wasn't even thinking about her. I have been thinking about how she made me feel. I'm a man and I have cleared that doubt, thanks to her. But I want more. I want that sensual movement in my hormones again. I miss it already. It's different. It's like heaven. It's sweeter than working on documents. I love potatoes, but the feeling is inco
KateI fought sleep to call exactly thirty minutes after. Once it's 9:40 am, I hit the dial button. I called several times but he did not pick up. Does he know who I am already? I contemplate calling his office line before I finally dialed the number. A woman with a thick voice answered the phone. "How may I help you?" She asked politely. "Direct the call to your boss" I answered"Why boss?""The one who owns the company" "You dialed the wrong number" the lady answered. I should mention his name. I checked the info for his name and before I could say, Chris, she hung up. "Geez," I thought I am the rude one. I've met my competitor. I tried his personal line again and it was the same. After waiting for half an hour and there was no response from him. I decided to send a voicemail to inform him I would be going to his house. It was not a threat, but I made it sound like one. He was just handsome and muscular for nothing. He has a big D too, the one he could not use. That was his of
ChristopherI have been dialing the number right back but Kate or whatever she is called has refused to pick up. "What the hell is going on? "Who is this lady?" I stormed out of my office, of course, not without Darren. I can't keep this to myself anymore. If he has a wife, it means he can deal with women and should be able to handle the situation. For me, women are synonymous with danger. I have been sweating profusely ever since I listened to the voicemail. I had just two security men with me. Since the beginning of the year, I stopped going out with an escort because I no longer feel comfortable with them. On Fridays, I do go to the club without any security. I drive out and back in by myself. While we were in the car, I continue to call. She finally picked. I wanted to ask who she was, how she got my number, and even my home address. She did not let me. Instead, she threatened me. "Chris, catch me if you can and if you don't, let's say you would be dead" "Geez, she knows my na
KateI got home exhausted from happiness. It's been a while since I had so much fun during the day. The role play excites me. I was serious about fucking the security agent though. He is really hot. I don't expect to meet Bev at home but I was happy when I saw her. I hugged her from the back out of excitement. "Did you fuck a huge dick? She asked."I wanted to, but he was armed" I responded turning her to face me. "What the hell girl, you now do FBIs? Bev said freeing herself from my grip. "I threw myself on the bed." I hear they hit differently. "Oh, come on girl. I expect to meet you home sleeping. Where have you been? Bev asked. " Guess baby" "Oh hell, you were definitely getting fucked" she said withdrawing her interest."On a hot afternoon?" "You don't get fucked on a hot afternoon""What's your point, Kate? Bev asked sincerely."I wasn't getting fucked" I answered. "Fine, so where were you? She asked, serious again."so, I called Chris…" I sensed she didn't know who that