Chapter 23

Lacey

Sucking Adam’s cock has made me so wet, it’s almost embarrassing.

Of course, it could be a combination of everything, from the drinks to the atmosphere.

I can’t believe how turned on it all makes me. It’s been a real eye opener, for sure.

His skillful fingers are working into my G-string slowly, as his breathing slows down.

I think he definitely appreciated my blowjob. He came so hard, and I loved swallowing every drop. Such a turn on.

Spreading my juices around, he zeros in on my clit. It’s throbbing with the beat of my heart.

Sliding two deft fingers into my cunt, his thumb takes over circling my clit. Using them as leverage, he tugs me towards him to bring our lips together. The pressure on my G-spot is heavenly, as he thrust his tongue in my mouth in tempo with his fingers.

He’s driving me crazy. Rocking on his fingers, I can’t stop myself from reaching for his beautiful, big cock again. It’s barely softened at all, and as I resume stroking him, he lifts and throbs against my palm.

I break away smiling to look at him. He looks boyishly charming as we breathe together, both panting.

“Don’t you want this, baby?” He pulls back to lift his huge cock up from the base, waving it playfully at me.

I hesitate briefly, and he must see the indecision in my eyes. I want him, of course. That’s not the issue—but we’re in a public place.

“Don’t worry. You don’t have to take anything off. Just turn around.”

I’m confused for a moment about what he has in mind.

Standing up, I turn around slowly and face the mirrored wall. Grabbing my hips, he lowers me down onto his hard cock, and I watch in the mirror as he angles it up towards my dripping pussy.

He’s pulled my G-string to the right, and his fingers spread me wide for his invasion.

Tilting forward, I grasp his knees to press down. His cock looks huge in comparison to my cunt as he slowly breaches the entrance.

Looking up at him, he’s lounging behind me and is peering around me, watching himself enter me. It’s the most incredible sight.

Biting my lip, I slowly lower myself and then pull back up. Even as wet as I am, it’s tight. But it feels so good as I lower down again, feeling the stretch as he hits new nerve endings at this angle.

“Oh, Lacey, look at you. So, fucking hot.”

His praise makes me tighten on him, and I have to consciously relax to be able to keep moving with him in me.

Hissing, he presses a finger on my clit and slowly starts to circle. I follow his lead and let him set the pace with his fingers, as I rock lower and lower onto his huge prick.

I can see all the way down to his balls in the mirror, and I reach forward to stroke them as he plunges inside me.

Thank god the music drowns out my noises as I finally get him completely inside me. He feels huge.

Well, he is fucking huge. This angle feels so incredible and full inside me.

His arms clamp me to him on my hips. I watch him moving under me, using the cushion below him to rock an inch or two in and out in time with his fingers.

The juices are pouring out of me now as he stretches my cunt to the max, and I see it running down around his balls.

“Play with your nipples while I make you come. I want to see you explode all over my cock now.”

His words are a command I wouldn’t dream of disobeying.

Pulling my bra down in the front, I slowly cup my breasts and make sure I squeeze them together, putting them on display for him.

“Perfect, baby. Just like you.” His eyes meet me in the mirror briefly before going back to where we connect.

Plunging inside me deeper, I feel as well as see his balls hit me as they tighten. I can feel him deep inside me, tapping something I’ve never noticed before. It’s addictive, and I grind harder on him, wanting more.

“That’s right. Relax on me. Use me.”

His fingers are speeding up with my movements.

Tilting back slightly, I settle more of my weight against him behind me. I drop my head onto his shoulder, giving him a better range of movement on our lower bodies.

I’m moaning now as he starts to slam into me from below. His cock is a piston in and out as I pluck my nipples, getting rougher with myself.

Everything is tightening in my body.

Anticipating my impending climax, his hand on my wet clit picks up speed.

“Come on, baby. You look so beautiful on my cock. Your wet cunt squeezes me so perfectly.” His whispered words in my ear fuel me.

Grabbing his hips below me, I arch onto him, driving him deep into me and watching my pussy eat his hard rod right up.

It’s so fucking hot, and I can’t keep my eyes open to watch anymore as I explode.

Moaning, I grind on him as he plunges deep inside me over and over before freezing below me. I can feel his cock deep, twitching as he comes in me, prolonging my own orgasm.

His hand is still slowly stroking my clit with all his fingers, petting me as I twitch and tighten on him.

Slapping my hand over his, my eyes pop open to see his smiling face in the mirror.

“Too much?”

I don’t have time to answer him before a brunette with long hair wearing a sequined red, white, and blue G-string bikini comes through the curtain and into the room.

The low lighting helps hide our movements as I pull off of Adam and discretely pull my underwear back into place. I stand in front of him again to block his movements in the mirror reflection. He has a minute to get his pants fastened before she walks over to our couch.

“Hey! I didn’t know you were back here. I’m Trish. You ready for a private dance?”

I don’t answer, stunned and at a loss for words. I’m still recovering from my powerful orgasm, and my heart is going a mile a minute.

“Why don’t I get you both to dance for me?” Adam straightens a bit and reaches into his pocket for some cash for her.

His untucked shirt hides whether he managed to get his pants completely refastened.

“Excellent!” She takes the cash and begins gyrating over his left leg.

I mimic her movements on his right side, raising my eyebrows at him questioningly. As she turns around, circling, he shrugs.

Fuck!

I continue to echo her movements to the best of my ability, but they don’t teach stripper moves in modeling school.

When she pulls the string on the back of her bikini top and it springs up around her neck, I’m a little shocked. Her small, perky breasts jiggle enticingly, and she straddles his leg to move them within inches from his face.

When in Rome…

Pulling the cups down on my bra again, I pull out my own much larger breasts, and Adam’s head immediately swivels towards me.

That’s right, honey. I have all you need, right here.

Forgotten, our stripper friend swivels around to gyrate her hips over his lap.

Dropping my knee between his legs and against his balls, I stake my claim.

Crazy fucking woman.

She keeps smiling and moving, and nothing we do next to her seems to faze her. I guess since it’s just a job, she sees this thing all the time. She’s just making her money.

Somewhat mollified, I continue to rub against him more than dance.

I’m feeling pretty burnt out.

His hands stroke me lightly on my side and back as he waits out the song we’ve paid for with me.

As the music winds down, Trish efficiently reties her top and straightens up, still smiling.

“Are you guys good? Should I send a waitress back?”

Her thoughtfulness makes me smile back.

“Yes, please. I could go for a fresh drink.”

All that panting really makes a girl thirsty.

“Okay. I’ll send her back, and you guys have fun!” Her heels click away towards the door. “Just call if you want another dance.”

Sinking down on the sofa next to Adam, he draws me under his chin, and we stare at each other in the mirror.

“Sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

I look at him seriously in the mirror. His weighty look lets me know he is sincere.

Pulling back, I look directly into his face, inches from mine.

“It wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I just didn’t like her getting so close to you.”

I chew my lip, wondering if he’s ready for me to be so honest.

Squeezing my hip to him, he rubs me affectionately.

“I only want you. This is just fun to watch. Okay?”

I relax into him, relieved as the waitress shows up to take our order.