Speaker 1: The bass was a living thing inside my chest, thrumbing
through the velvet lined walls until I couldn't tell where
the music ended and my pulse began. I leaned against
the bar, one elbow propped on the sticky, lacquered wood,
and let the room blur around me. The velvet lounge
wasn't my scene. Too many girls who looked like me,
too many men who thought a twenty dollars cover charge
entitled them to a handful. But tonight the anonymity felt necessary.
Three months without a proper fuck had turned my body
into something radioactive. Every nerve ending dialed to eleven, every
glance from a stranger, igniting a low, simmering ache between
my thighs. My white miniskirt was a size too small. Deliberately,
the hem bit into the swell of my hips, and
the fabric stretched so taut across my ass that I
could feel the cool draft from the air conditioning whispering
against bare skin. No panties. That was deliberate, too, Walking
around like this, knowing that a single wrong move could
expose everything. It kept me sharp, kept me wet. The
corset top was worse, black silk, sheer enough that the
shadow of my areolas showed through like a dirty secret.
My tits spilled over the boned neckline, heavy and obscene,
the inner curves pressed together in a cleavage so deep
a man could lose his whole face in it. I'd
caught my reflection in the window earlier and barely recognized myself.
Rosy nipples already stiff, already aching visibly, pebble against the fabric, wanton, hungry, desperate,
that's the word, desperate. I ordered a vodka cranberry I
didn't want, and scanned the room through lowered lashes. The
private dance area was curtained off in burgundy velvet, and
I'd been watching that curtain for the past twenty minutes, waiting. Pathetic,
really a lead lsu cheerleader, the girl whose body was
plastered across half the billboards in Baton Rouge, reduced to
lurking in a strip club, hoping for a glimpse of
one specific man. But Ben Carter wasn't just any man.
The curtain parted and there he was, shrugging off some
silicone stuffed dancer like she was a piece of lint
on his jacket. Disappointment etched into the hard lines of
his jaw. Even from across the room, I could see
the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands curled
into fists at his sides, unsatisfied, frustrated, And then, holy shit,
I could see something else too. The outline straining against
his jeans was impossible to miss, even soft. The sheer
length of it pressed diagonally toward his hip, a thick,
heavy bulge that made my mouth go dry. I squeezed
my thighs together beneath the bar. The friction sent a
shimmer of heat rolling through my belly. He moved through
the crowd like a predator who'd caught a scent, and
I realized with a jolt that I was the scent.
His gaze locked onto me, dark and intent, and the
room tilted sideways. My heart slammed against my ribs. My
skin flushed hot, then cold, then hot again. Every instinct
screamed at me to run or to spread my legs
right here on the barstool. My body hadn't decided which.
Ben Carter, his name came out of my mouth like honey,
slow and sticky. I let my eyes drag down his chest,
down his stomach, down to that thick ridge in his
jeans lingered there, let him see me, looking fancy seeing
you here. He stepped into my space without hesitation, crowding
me against the bar, and the sheer size of him
made my head spin. Quarterback shoulders, hands that could palm
a basketball, and that bulge pressing right against my hip,
now so hard and hot, I could feel it through
both layers of denim izzy. His voice rumbled through me.
Didn't know you came to places like this, didn't know
you needed to. The words came out breathier than I intended.
I leaned forward just enough that the plush weight of
my tits crushed against his chest. The friction made my
nipple slip free of the corset, just one, just the
rose pink tip, and the cool air hitting it made
me gasp. Heard you got a private dance. Looked pretty
unsatisfied walking out, His hand dropped to my hip, sank
into the soft flesh, pulled me flush against him. Because
it wasn't you. I made a sound I'd never heard
myself make before, a high, helpless whimper, and my fingers
clawed into his shirt. His cock ground against my belly,
and through the fabric I could feel the individual pulse
of his heart beat, thick, insistent, bigger than anything I'd
ever taken before. The thought made my knees buckle. I
haven't been fucked in months. Been the confession pour out
of me before I could stop it, raw and humiliating
and honest. I'm so needy, I can't think straight. My
clit throbbed in time with the base. A slick trickle
of wetness slid down my inner thigh. Three months of celibacy,
three months of my vibrator getting weaker and weaker because
the cheap batteries kept dying. Three months of watching Ben
Carter strut across campus with that monster cock hidden in
his jeans. It all crystallized into this single moment. Then
let's fix that. His hand slid lower, found the curve
of my bare ass beneath my skirt, squeezed no panties.
I felt his whole body go rigid. His groan vibrated
against my ear, and his fingers dug into my flesh
hard enough to bruise you, little slut, he growled, tea,
grazing my ear lobe, walking around like this only for you.
I pressed my forehead against his chin, grinding shamelessly against
his erection. My pussy lips were swollen, slick, pardoning obscenely
around the ridge of his shaft through his jeans. I
need your huge cock so badly, I've been dying for it.
The drive across the parking lot was a blur of
grasping hands and stuttered breath. His SUV loomed out of
the darkness, back seats already folded flat, prepared, always prepared,
And then I was inside, fumbling with his belt buckle
while he tore my corset down. The chilled air hit
my bare breasts, and I moaned, arching into the sensation
as my nipples tightened into hard peaks, fuck izzy. His
hands palmed my tits, squeezing the heavy flesh, the ums
flicking over my nipples. I nearly came right there, just
from that three months of deprivation had turned me into
a live wire, and every touch sent voltage screaming through
my nervous system. I straddled his lap, grinding my bare,
dripping cunt against the soaked denim covering his thigh. My
juices spread everywhere, soaking through the fabric, smearing across my
inner thighs, pooling in the crease where my leg met
my groin. Ah oh fuck, I cried out as his
mouth latched onto my nipple. His tongue was rough, hot,
circling the sensitive peak, while his teeth grazed the very tip.
My back bowed, My hips rolled. Please, Ben, I need it.
I need you to ruin my pussy. He shoved his
jeans down, and his cock sprang free. My breath stopped,
thirteen inches thick, as my wrist veins pulsing along the
shaft the head an angry, purple mushroom, already slick with
pre comb. I wrapped both hands around him, and my
fingers didn't touch. The sheer impossibility of it made my
cunt clench on nothing, spasming, desperate to be filled. It's
so fucking huge. I leaned down, dragging my tongue up
the underside, lapping at the bead of fluid leaking from
his slit. Salty, musky, delicious. Hmm. I love your big,
thick cock. He grabbed my hair and forced my head down.
His dick hit the back of my throat, and I gagged,
my throat convulsing around him, but I took it, relaxed
my jaw breathed through my nose, let him fuck my
face while drool spilled down my chin and dripped onto
my breasts. The wet, obscene sounds filled the suv gluck gluck, schlick,
and I loved every second of it. The humiliation, the surrender,
the way his cock twitched against my tongue so deep
I could feel him in my throat. But then he
yanked me off by the hair, and I knew what
was coming. He flipped me onto my hands and knees.
My skirt bunched around my waist. The cold air kissed
my exposed pussy, soaked puffy, My lips spread open and
glistening in the dim parking lot light. I could feel
my clip pulsing, engorged and visible, peeking out from its
hood like a tiny pink pearl behind it. My asshole
clenched involuntarily, untouched and aching. Look at this messy fucking cunt.
The head of his cock slapped against my slit. The
wet sound echoed obscene. Don't tease me. I pushed back,
trying to impale myself, but he held my hip steady.
Pound my pussy with your big cock. Please, daddy, I'm yours.
He drove forward in one brutal thrust. I screamed, the
stretch was impossible, burning, splitting, My walls forced apart to
accommodate his girth. My vision whited out. My cunt gripped
him like a fist, pulsing, milking, trying desperately to adjust
to the invasion. He pulled back and slammed in again,
and my ass cheeks rippled from the impact, clapping against
his pelvis. Yes, humh, yes, it's yours. I'm your little slut.
He pummeled me without mercy. The suv rocked on its shocks.
My tits swung wildly beneath me, nipples dragging against the
leather seats. The wet sounds of our fucking grew louder wetter.
My juice'es froth around his shaft until white cream coated
the base of his cock. Ah ah, I'm coming, don't stop.
My orgasm hit like a freight train. My whole body seized, back,
arching toes, curling, and I felt something release, a gush
of fluid, hot and copious, splashing against his thighs and
dripping onto the floorboards. The sound was unmistakable. I'd never
squirted before, not once, not with any man, and now
it was flooding out of me, soaking everything. Daddy fill
me up. His thrusts grew erratic, his cock pulsed inside me,
swelling even larger. He drove into the hilt, pressed so deep.
I could feel him against my cervix, battering the entrance
to my womb, and roared as he came. The first
spurt of cum hit my deepest wall, and I felt
it spread, hot and thick, flat, flooding my channel. Spurts two, three,
four followed, filling me until I could feel the pressure
in my belly, until his seed started leaking out around
his shaft and dripping down my thighs. He collapsed over
my back, still buried inside me, his breath hot and
ragged against my neck. You're coming home with me, baby girl,
His arms wrapped around my waist, hugging me tight, his
softening cock still plugging my overflowing pussy. I'm not done
with you just yet. I felt his cum trickling down
my thigh, felt my ass pressed against his hips, bare
and exposed, felt his cock twitch inside me, already stiffening
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