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 seductive thing I've ever seen, and I can still see it every time I close my eyes. Something hot and curling swirled inside me. I felt a tremendous lazy bloom of heat settle in my stomach. I felt helpless, weak with lust.
I could sense her impatience. But I stood there, not knowing what to do. Her green eyes lit the room, and I could see the desperation in them.
As I was waiting for her to make the first move, she held me and carefully unzipped my trousers to see the brittle planes below. I then inhaled deeply of his feminine saint. She grabbed my hands and wrapped my fingers around her butt out of impatience. She then went for my shirt and flung it off.
"Take it off. She commanded. I have never been ordered around in my life by a woman. Not even my mother. But I was obedient like a child in a play group. I obliged by holding my pants and lowering them to my hips. She gave me an unsatisfied look, and I took off the jeans completely. I was now in only my black boxer briefs.
She leaned forward and lifted her face to my mouth but could not reach it. Grabbing the idea, I lowered my face to hers. With my exquisite lips slanting over hers, her warm tongue was lapping against it with a lustful smile that was entirely feminine.
She grabbed my ass with both hands and pressed my firm erection against her navel. I did not know when she removed her robe-like kimono. My hot, firm rod moved across her heated skin as the pressure increased, and her gushing fluids drenched the front of my underpants.
Together, we struggled as we both gasped. Guided by her hands, her breasts were molded by my large, square hands as I palmed them and rubbed my thumbs across her nipples. She brought my mouth down from her face to her neck then down to between her tits.
Damn! I was sucking her nipples in hot, wet tugs with my tongue and teeth, sending painful pricks of ecstasy into her abdomen with each love bite.
I moaned, engrossed in the sensual thrill of exploring on feminine skin.
"I need you to fuck you," she muttered, removing my boxers.
My cock was larger than I had ever seen. Great length and girth. I held my erect cock with my left hand as she dragged me to my big sized bed with my right hand. I laid on top of her on the bed presenting my cock like a battering ram at the pink entrance of her slit.
I had a problem finding her opening but when she guided me in I could feel the heat radiating from her precious pussy.
I shoved my head in and out a couple of times, groaning loudly. And that was all. All I did before I slept off.
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
ChristopherIt's almost 24 hours and I have not heard anything from Kate. she did not fall for the threat. Although I meant every damn word I said. She really wants me to find her and I would do just that. I thought about making it a police case but it will dent my image. The case might make it to the media. That is the last thing I want to happen. How do I explain my one-night stand with a thief? A petty one at that. The people who knew my stand with women would mock me. The one-night stand was indeed a mistake. But it was unavoidable. I could not control my feelings and my body. They have suffered I the point that they protested. Darren had tried to convince me to handle the issue but I refused. He will not deal with her to my satisfaction. I want to see her crumble. I want her to kiss my feet and beg for mercy. I want her to feel the pain I felt within those hours. I want to make her pay. Throughout my stay at the office, all I was thinking about was the right punishment to give