Ashley
“Please follow me,” my voice cracks, my armor a bit faulty as I take in the man I’ve imagined way too many times, right before I cream all over myself. Hell, I’ve even imagined him while fucking other men at times.
But television and my daydreams don’t begin to do him justice. He’s hotter than I could've ever envisioned, especially since his nonchalant attitude can never be depicted on the show. He’s following me, but his eyes are scoping the club, but not like most men do. You see, most men see women and lose themselves as well as any intuition they may embody. I’ve seen men shrink to boys right before my eyes, their cocks making them my slave just from a soft bite to my bottom lip.
Carter isn’t like that, and I know I need a different approach, because although I’ve caught him looking down at my ass, I know he isn’t going to be an easy target. He’s one of those types who knows he’s sexy, so his affect on me isn’t lost. He’s probably picking up on my erratic breathing, the clenching of my ass cheeks as I walk, and he may have already noticed my razor-sharp nipples.
Making my way through the large club, I notice all the women staring at us as I lead Carter to the VIP rooms in the back of the club. I have to focus to remember the layout I’ve recently learned, everything is so different in the dim lights, with red accents everywhere, making the place seem like an erotic dream. The sofas are Victorian style, with gold accents and plush red velvet upholstery. Men lean back in their tailored suits, ties loosened, and crotches bulging, as women stand before them twisting and turning half naked.
These are the small time suckers, and amateur girls. Any man worth his weight in millions wouldn’t dare be caught out in the open area of a club with a tight grip on his cock. And any girl with experience wouldn’t want anything to do with a man like that.
No, the real money is made in the back rooms, and the real ballers hide behind the curtains protected by bulky bodyguards who make sure women like me can’t get pictures of these expensive targets once I’ve made them bend to my seduction.
“Destiny, you can come here,” the voice says to my right, and I process it, but completely forget that I am Destiny, so I continue walking, ignoring the order.
“Hey, over here,” the voice is dark and throaty, as his fingers grasp my hip, pulling me close to him as he casually whispers in my ear.
The music fades into oblivion as I take in his rosewood aroma; it’s heavy and thick, much like the bulge in his pants poking me from behind. I feel myself warm up, my pussy muscles clenching feverishly as his hand squeezes on my exposed skin, waiting for a response.
“Okay,” is all I can manage, the breath caught in my throat, and lust coursing through my veins.
Even his voice is sexier than I expected. Heading toward the voice that pointed out a private room, I walk into the fanciest private area I’ve ever seen in a club. Like the public areas, there is a dim and red lighting effect, and there are plush red sofas with gold accents. But the amount of gold décor and marble flooring elevates this place above every other area of the night club.
“Have a seat,” I say in my seductive tone, my mind and body getting into full character as I prepare to begin my work. Yes, he’s sexy, but I’m a professional and this is what I do.
“Cool,” he sighs, flopping down on the sofa as I set the large stack of money Chase handed me upon their arrival.
Carter is sitting with his legs spread, his bulging member on full display as he leans back, his left arm fully extended on the headrest of the sofa.
“You gonna dance?” He lifts one eyebrow and his lips curl into a smirk so sexy, so mischievous, I have to look away to maintain my composure.
“Is that what you want?” I sway my hips, moving closer to him before spinning to show my backside, which is barely covered in lace.
“It depends. How does this work? Can I touch you?” He tilts his head as if he’s studying me.
“You can do whatever you like,” I say over my shoulder, and I can literally see his eyes darken as he licks those full lips.
“You can dance then,” he leans forward, gripping my hip again, my body heating to his touch. “Just make sure it ends with my cumming all over you.”
Oh, God. My thighs press together to appease my needy pussy, desperate for some attention with all of this arousal happening. My nipples are poking through the lace fabric containing them, and every hair on my body is standing, my hormones on high alert.
“I can handle that,” I manage to actually sound sexy before moving to stand before him. As always, I spend an awkwardly long period just standing, looking into his eyes with every ounce of seduction I have, willing him to let me past his hard shell. All men have it, it’s their cock’s common sense, and until you can break through it, you’ll never be able to penetrate their mind.
Your body can only do so much, the art of seduction is more about the mind, a long mental game, and my chest is heaving as I try to break through Carter’s inhibitions. When he bites his bottom lip, his eyes roam over my body, pausing at my large perky breasts and then again between my legs. He has to be curious what it would feel like to find himself buried in a greedy, wet pussy, and I’ve got one begging for him.
When his eyes begin to roam back up my body, I move my hands to my breasts, and once he’s watched me massage myself, his lustful eyes travel back to my slender face, landing on my own. Turning around, I peak over my shoulder, watching him take in my backside, in all its lace filled glory. I’m creaming by the time his hand drifts down to his cock, wrapping around to squeeze what looks to be a thick shaft.
Bending over, I poke my ass back, rocking side to side in a slow motion. He’s lost in my dancing, so he doesn’t even notice my watching as he follows my every movement, his hand slowly, and subtly stroking his growing erection.
Dropping to my knees, I continue moving my body seductively, imagining his hard body beneath me as I ride him into an orgasm. My body is twirling to the rhythm of the music, my hands in my hair as my back arches while my hips move back and forward in a wave like motion.
When I look back to him, he’s scooted to the edge of his seat, his jaw clenched as he watches me. Honestly, I’d completely forgotten he was there, a little lost to my own pleasure as I moved to the rhythm.
Now back on my feet, I dance in front of him, my body swaying and twisting, his eyes roaming over me like a hungry animal. I begin massaging my large breasts, his eyes glued to me. First he focuses on the massage, but then his eyes drift up to mine, and I lock onto his deep blue eyes. Entranced by this stare down, my body moves for him, bends for him, and grows even more aroused every time he looks to be pleased with my dancing.
His hand is back on his cock, his bulge even bigger, and I want to see more. I want to see him, feel him, and taste him. Without words, he’s seduced me, intoxicated me with his bravado, and I know I’m having an effect on him as well. I can sense his desire for me, his need for a release, but I’m determined to extend this as long as possible.
Continuing with the winding of my hips and waving of my belly, I move my hands to my bra straps, first moving one down, and then dancing as he watches, waiting. I know he wants to see me remove my bra altogether, but I’m going to make him wait. I want him to mentally beg me for everything he’s going to get. I can understand that a man of his stature and sexiness isn’t going to outright ask for anything, but I know what a man wants before he can even open his mouth.
Slowly, I move to the other bra strap, tracing the outline as I delay moving the lace down my arm, the delicate fabric titillating my overly sensitive skin. Just as the fabric is about to fall, the anticipation and excitement is evident on his face and in his eyes, and I pause. Pushing my breasts together with my biceps, I hold the thin fabric in place, just before it can fall to expose my small pink nipples.
“Do you mind?” I ask in a soft voice.
“Do I mind what?” He furrows his brows together, seemingly confused by my halt.
“If I let them out,” I raise my eyebrows as if he should know what I'm asking.
“What do you think?” He runs his thick pink tongue across his bottom lips and I have to bite my bottom lip as I swallow slowly from his commanding voice.
He doesn’t need to answer, and neither do I, well at least not with words. Moving my arms, I allow the lace to fold over, my heavy breasts falling before bouncing up. I can see his jaw tense, as his hand wraps around his now well-defined imprint. He’s packing, and I know I’ve got to see it.
“Come here,” he orders, and my body instantly follows his command, leaning over him. Running the flat of his tongue over my erect nipple, he takes the aroused skin between his teeth and tugs with just the right amount of pressure.
“Ahh!” I shriek in a shocked pleasure. He sucks my nipple hard—really hard—and I feel an orgasm beginning to build within me. When he finally releases me, I look on in a combination of disbelief and disappointed, having wanted him to continue.
“I had to taste them. They’re the prettiest set I’ve ever seen,” he says, massaging my other breast with his large hand.
“Well, now she’s jealous,” I whine, moving that neglected breast to his mouth. He pauses as if he may deny me, but then, he takes my nipple in his mouth, his eyes still trained on me, and he sucks me until my eyes clench closed. With his teeth, he teases me, this time much gentler, and then he lands a brisk kiss on the end of my shard of glass sharp nipple, his eyebrow raising as he finishes.
“Are they happy now?” He smirks and I have to look away to stop myself from smiling.
“Let me see it,” I look down at the bulge between his legs.
“Let you see it?” he repeats, his hand wrapped around his arousal.
“Yes,” I answer flatly.
“What do you want to do with it?” He challenges, again running his tongue that’s aroused me so much over his full lips.
“Control it,” I answer bluntly.
“Control it?” he repeats, this time with a bit of shock and confusion.
“Are you going to repeat everything I say?” I counter and he actually grins, his perfectly straight white teeth flashing in the dim room.
“What do you mean control it?” he questions.
“I mean, you only get to do what I tell you to. I control what you can do to him if you let me see,” I explain and he squints his eyes like he’s contemplating my rules.
Following my lead, he doesn’t answer me with words. Instead he stares deeply into my eyes as he unbuckles his belt, then unfastens his pants, and lifts up to pull his clothing down, revealing twelve inches of rock hard perfection. His face is proud and boastful, he knows he has a monstrous cock, and he knows the sight of it alone turns me on beyond belief.
“Is this what you wanted?” he asks although he knows the answer, so I don’t bother to answer.
Moving my body from side to side, I rock to the rhythm, watching him, his body desperately wanting to reach for his member, but he’s trying to follow my rules. It’s so erotic, he’s under my spell, and I have to fight from falling under his. I’ve never met anyone with such a sexual pull on me.
“Grab it,” I say without disconnecting our stare down. The left side of his lips curls up in a smirk as his hand drops to his cock. My eyes inadvertently follow; his fingers are loosely wrapped around his manhood, his tip glistening with pre-cum.
“Squeeze it,” I order and he does as I say, biting his bottom lip from the sensation.
“Good,” I give him my approval, before turning around, moving the bra down my body, wiggling my hips as I struggle to move it over my them. Placing my thumbs into the waistline of my lace boy shorts, I look back at him and see that clenched jaw eager to see more.
“Stroke it,” I seductively instruct him and he happily obliges, as I move my soaked panties down my legs, stepping out of all of my clothes to stand before him completely naked.
“You don’t get to make yourself cum. You know that right?” I question, moving my body to the rhythm of the music.
“I sure as hell don’t want to,” he smirks and I move closer to him, my naked body only a foot from his face.
“But I can, can’t I?” I ask while moving my hips in circles, twirling my body.
“I think that could be fun,” he glances up to me as he continues to stroke his throbbing cock.
“I think so too,” I remark, climbing on top of him. Straddling him with one leg on each side of him, I grind my body over his, moving sensually, careful not to touch his cock.
“Put your hands on me,” I whisper in his ear, forcing him to stop stroking his member.
With his hands on my ass, he begins to explore my body with his gentle fingertips, my body coming alive beneath his touch. Rocking my hips back and forth as I raise up and down, my hands on his broad shoulders, I want so badly to lower onto his stiff rod and feel him throb inside my creamy pussy, but I know I can’t.
“What are you thinking, pretty girl?” he asks, jolting my erotic thoughts. It’s like he can hear me thinking.
“What?” I deflect, but the guilty smile that spreads across my face reveals everything he needs to know, and he grins back at me in a knowing way.
Taking my breast in his mouth, he twirls his tongue over my nipple, nibbling my skin as his fingers caress my ass. My dancing is so sensual, so sexy, I can sense him getting just as worked up just as I am, neither of us far from a release.
My body strains to pull away, knowing his mouth will drive me to orgasm, but he grips me tightly, sucking me harder. A moan escapes my lips and his hands move up my back before running through my hair, his fingertips massaging my scalp.
“Oh God,” I moan, my back arching further in satisfaction, my pussy pulsating, my orgasm dangerously close.
“Do you want me to get you off now?” he asks bluntly, and his supreme confidence challenges me, reminding me why I’m here.
It’s just like Carter to flip the script; he’s no rookie. Now he’s got me eating out the palm of his hand, when it's supposed to be the other way around. There’s no way I’ll let him dominate me. No, I’m going to teach him that he’s not the only person with a little self-control.
“No,” I bend down so that his mouth can no longer reach my breast.
“Where are you going? I was having fun with those,” he jokes and I purse my lips together to refrain from returning the gesture.
“I bet you were,” I whisper in his ear.
“I haven’t gotten a command, but my cock is throbbing. Is it still off limits?” he whispers back, our faces so closes I can feel his jaw flex as he speaks.
“Stroke it,” I whisper before biting his earlobe. Dragging my tongue down his neck, I feel his fist tap my ass cheeks, first slowly, as he strokes his throbbing member.
“Fuck!” he grunts as my teeth graze along his jaw, his hand now moving more quickly, causing my ass to shake violently with every collision.
“You better not cum,” I warn him before biting his earlobe harshly.
“Ow!” he yells, pulling my hair, bringing my neck to his mouth before lacing sloppy kisses from my shoulder to my ear.
“Ahhh!” I shriek, giggles taking over as he tickles and arouses me at the same time.
“You’re tryna make me cum,” he growls.
“Isn’t that the point?” I sass, leaning back.
“I’m ready whenever you are,” he holds both of his hands in the air.
Rising to my feet, I stand before him, my naked body pulsing with electric desire. Looking deep into his eyes, as he stares at me with those hooded blues, I bite my lip in anticipation of feeling his warm spunk all over my body.
“Do you want a drink?” I ask, motioning toward the champagne.
“Pour it over your body,” he says calmly, his right hand stroking his cock slowly.
“What?” I ask, perplexed.
“Take the bottle of champagne and pour it over your body. Then come dance on me. I wanna cum on your ass,” he says as if that explains it all.
After a brief contemplation, I take the bottle of champagne, holding it at chest level, and let the cool liquid cascade over my body. The sensation is quite refreshing, enjoyable even.
“Now get over here and make me cum with that perfect ass,” he sits back, stretching his hands over the headrest of the sofa. Turning so that my back is facing him, I bend my knees, lowering my body until I feel his stiff cock at the crack of my ass. Gosh, he feels so warm and heavy, I want to feel him inside of me. I want to make him cum so hard, and I know just how to do it.
Moving seductively, I arch my back, dancing slowly to the music, my ass bumping against his manhood with every movement. His hands are in my hair, as my body slides over him, thanks to the champagne lubrication.
“You’re a fucking tease,” he groans, his hand gripping my ass as he pulls me closer to him.
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” I smirk before reaching behind me to spread my ass cheeks so that his thick member can fit between like a hot dog in a bun.
“Mmm,” he hums his approval as I begin to slide up and down his shaft, my back arching as I balance my weight on my knees leaning forward.
“You said you wanted to cum on my ass right?” I ask over my shoulder, but he’s too enthralled to notice. His attention is focused on my ass shaking with every gyration back and forth, up and down, and in circular motions. He hardens between my cheeks, and just when I feel he might explode, I slow my pace, grinding against him sensually.
“Fuck! I was about to cum,” he growls and I smirk, happy he can’t see my face.
Again, I work him up, moving my ass cheeks on his stiffness as his breathing grows erratic, his breath hitting the back of my neck as he groans deeply. His orgasm is building again, and I’m still not going to let him cum. Reaching behind me, I squeeze my ass cheeks together before bouncing hard and fast on his length.
“Oh fuck! Just like that … I’m about to cum,” he groans, and I slow again.
“Are you fucking --,” he begins, and then he tugs my hair gently.
“What?” I ask innocently, peeking over my shoulder.
“Is this part of your little game?” he asks with raised eyebrows.
“Maybe. But the next time, I’m gonna let you cum all over me,” I assure him, and his eyes close slowly, seemingly forgiving my torture.
“Right there, baby,” he growls, gripping my hips so that I can’t lessen the friction.
“You like that?” I ask seductively.
“Fuck!” he bites out.
I reach behind and squeeze my ass cheeks, rising and falling on his cock as fast as I can manage. His hands are gripping each of my hips as he pulls me into him, his release just seconds away.
“Oh, baby!” I yell, the sensation pushing me towards my own climax, something that’s never happened without clitoral stimulation.
“I’m gonna make you cum so hard, baby,” he promises as he continues manhandling my small frame.
“I wanna feel you cum for me,” I plead, my knees growing weak.
“Oh, I’m gonna cum all over this pretty little ass!” he growls before slapping my ass harshly.
“Ahh!” I cry out as he spanks me with the perfect balance of pleasure and pain.
“Oh, fuck… Here I come…” His voice is hoarse and throaty. His hips surge forward, his body lifting from the seat as he slides between my ass cheeks vigorously.
“Yes! Yes!” I yell, his loss of control turning me on. I love making a man melt, especially a man as powerful as Carter. He can have any woman he wants, and do whatever he chooses, but he’s behind me, moaning and groaning uncontrollably. I feel like the most powerful woman in the world.
“Ahhh!” he yells as his cock spasms between my cheeks, his body slowing as his hips settle back on the seat. The warm cream slides between my crack as my body begins to cool down.
“Fuck,” he sighs before adding, “Let me get you off.”
“You don’t have to,” I assure him while standing.
“I know I don’t have to,” he bites his lip and I realize he wants to make me cum. The realization sends shudders through my body.
“Okay,” I acquiesce, shrugging with the hopes of looking casual.
“Lay down,” he stands, pulling up his boxers and pants at the same time, buckling his pants while watching me spread out on the soft velvet sofa.
“I could make you cum so many ways,” he huffs as if it’s truly laughable.
“So how will you do it?” I wonder aloud.
“That’s for me to know,” he smirks and my body relaxes, trusting his ability, eager to feel him.
The soft tips of his fingers run the length of my body, and I swear to you I could cum from that alone. He definitely knows his way around a woman’s body, I even begin to doubt that he’s actually a virgin as he begins to massage my breasts.
“I like these,” he says under his breath as if it’s not even for me to hear.
“Kiss them,” I plead softly and he glances up toward me with a glare that makes me question if I’m allowed to speak during this process.
After a hesitation, he leans down, taking my nipple into his mouth, moving his tongue in a wave like motion that makes me squirm in delight.
“Oh God!” I moan, my back arching as I force him to take more of my breast into his mouth.
With his teeth tugging at my nipple, I shriek before he moves to my other breast and repeats his routine, which I think I’ll never tire of. He feels incredible and knows just what he’s doing. With his hand moving down my belly, air catches in my throat as my heart rate increases drastically, my chest heaving in anticipation.
With a slow and calculated pace, he slides his hand between my legs, running his short manicured nails across the sensitive skin of my inner thigh. Everything he does just feels amazing and I can’t contain my impending explosion. I could cum right now, but I fight against it, wanting to feel him inside me.
Just then, he slides one finger inside my slippery sex, and I hear a small gasp fall from his lips.
“You’re fucking soaking,” he says in disbelief, his finger sliding in and out of me with ease, before he slides a second finger inside.
“Oh!” I moan, my body building, the waves in my belly moving throughout me with an intensity I’ve never felt before. I’ve had an orgasm, of course, but this is more than that. My body feels electric, and Carter is my conductor, his fingers curling inside me as he taps my frontal vaginal wall deliciously.
“Right there! Yes!” I cry, my climax ready to rock through me.
“Should I torture you like you did me?” he whispers before taking my nipple in his mouth.
“No! Please!” I cry, begging him not to do to me what I’ve just done to him.
“I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m dying to feel you cum,” he whispers in my ear before tugging at my earlobe, his fingers still curling inside of me.
“Oh God,” I moan, my thighs pressing together, trapping his hand.
“I already know what you like, babe,” he growls and the masculinity in his tone just pushes me forward, and I fall over the edge as my orgasm rattles me to the core, my legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Yes!” I cry, my body arching to push my greedy pussy toward him, desperate for more pressure.
“Damn, you’re squeezing me,” he chuckles, shoving a third finger inside of me.
“Ahh!” I moan, my body welcoming the addition.
“I know you didn’t think that was it,” he teases, his fingers sliding into me as his palm grips my clit with every intrusion. The pattern is incredibly stimulating and another climax is building before I can even deny the possibility. I’ve never experienced back-to-back orgasms in my life. If I’m honest, I thought they were a myth.
“Shit!” I cry, the waves building dangerously fast as I moan loudly.
“You’re making me hard again moaning like that,” Carter warns me in that same deep tone, and it's almost enough to tip the scales again, but I fight the urge, hoping to extend the pleasure just a little longer.
Just then, he leans down, taking my clit into his mouth and sucking gently. I cry out in ecstasy, spiraling into another orgasm, this one even stronger than the first. My body instinctively pulls away from him, my clit too sensitive and my body fearful of how another orgasm may tear me apart.
“I was going to stop anyway,” he smirks as I smile in gratitude, a giggle falling from my pink lips.
“I don’t know if you should be trusted,” I smile, as I catch my breath.
“You’re the tortuous one,” he reminds me and we exchange a smile as I rise to my feet, collecting my lace underwear.
Sliding on my delicate panty and bra set, I take a satin robe hanging from a hook on the wall and drape myself in the soft fabric.
“I hope you enjoyed your dance,” I say over my shoulder as I move to make my way out of the dark room, but he grabs my wrist before I can exit.
“Wait! You didn’t try to have sex with me,” he says with shock written all over his face. He must think I don’t know the ridiculous rules of this game he plays.
“I know. Maybe another time,” I shrug, my mouth curving into a smirk as I try to pull my wrist from his grip, but he hangs onto me for a bit longer.
“You don’t even want to try?” he cocks his head to the side. I guess he’s feeling a bit disappointed, but I desperately need to get away from him. Besides, we’ve already done more than I planned on our first encounter.
“No, I think you’ve had enough,” I wink at him before tugging my hand from his grasp roughly.
His eyes are on me until I’m completely out of the door. The air feels smoother once I exit his space, my mind begins to work properly again, and I feel a rush of relief. I’d grossly underestimated the effect he would have on me, and now I’m sure there will be no one coming close to topping the way he just made me feel.
His dominance, control, and confidence just make me cream as I replay our time together. I really want to just go back into that room and beg him to take me. I want more of him, and actually grow sad the further I get away from him, knowing he might be leaving, and who knows when I’ll see him next.
It pops into my mind that he’ll have to have another girl attempt to seduce him this week since I didn’t even try to have sex with him, and a strange yet overwhelming sense of jealousy rushes over me. How can I actually be jealous of a man I barely know?
I’m not sure, but I know that I am. I want him all to myself after just one meeting. I want all of his pleasure, and I want to give him all of mine as well. There’s no one else in the world I want to touch my body, and I know now that I’m in deep trouble dealing with Carter.
Reminding myself that I’m a professional, I head to the back and redress in my regular clothes, anxious to get out of this strip club and regroup. That was a rollercoaster of emotions, and my body is still feeling aftershocks from those two incredible climaxes. A long bath and rich red wine are definitely in my future. And of course daydreams of Carter, as usual.