“If you were at the club and you own it,” she starts and comes closer still. “Why did you never get a dance from me?”
Oh.
Wow. Not what I was expecting.
I don’t say anything as Ashley gently pushes me back and I sit down on the leather chair next to the video monitor I take video calls on.
Ashley turns on some music on her phone and turns up the volume.
It’s 7:47 am and I’m about to get a lap dance from the hottest fucking woman I’ve ever met.
Ashley turns her back to me and slides off my shirt, showing me the back of her naked body.
Her toned ass bounces in front of me as she moves her weight from one foot to the other.
The thing about her is that she doesn’t look like a stripper. Her tanned skin doesn’t speak of countless nights spent under neon nights, and her face still looks fresh and full of candor. She doesn’t seem like a product, built to seduce over and over again, as if in a production line. She looks as real as the girl next door, just perhaps not as innocent.
Ashley looks through strands of her hair at me as I sit a few steps from her. The movements of her body match the flow of the music, her hips rocking from one side to the other. She moves her neck in a circle and, with her hand, whips her hair back.
With a strut to her step she comes near me, her feet making her turn; she leans forward, her ass at my eye level. Her long fingers caress her round cheeks, and I bring my hands up to her ass, resting on the sides.
I can feel my cock stirring as I touch her—her ass is apple shaped, her skin soft and without blemishes, a gentle firmness to it. I allow my fingers to explore, tracing the outline of her ass, my fingertips reaching for and caressing the dimples in her lower back.
She turns on one heel, her hands going down her body as she sways her hips. She can feel my gaze upon her, and my mouth is already dry with desire. Grabbing his hands she guides them over her flat belly and up to her tits. Her nipples are hard against my fingers, almost begging to be licked, and as I gently squeeze she allows a smile to light up her face.
Ashley climbs on top of me, each of her knees resting besides my legs, and brings her breasts closer to my mouth. I can almost feel her salivate as I take one nipple between my lips, nibbling gently.
She starts rocking her hips back and forth, pressing herself down onto my crotch as my tongue runs around her nipples, my long fingers embracing her firm and perky tits. She leans into me, pressing my face against her cleavage, and tugs on my earlobe with her mouth. My cock strains against my pants as my hands went to her hips, feeling her warm and soft skin.
She straddles me, her pussy now rubbing against my cock. Her hips go slow, keeping in sync with the mellow music, but starts going fast and hard as the rhythm of her body starts to gain a cadence of its own. A warmness starts spreading over her pussy as it presses against the long shape of my hard cock.
Suddenly, Ashley realizes something as she looks into me and stares into my eyes. From where I’m sitting, it looks like something primal, something wild and primitive that floods her heart and mind, tainting her thoughts with sex.
Her fingers go to my face and with a grin on her ripe lips, she starts stroking my cheek, her knuckles brushing against the hard muscles in my chest as s
he comes down.
I push my hips up matching the rhythm of her body, my cock pulsating as hot blood flows through it. I take one silken nipple inside my mouth, sucking at it with abandonment as my other hand squeezes the creamy flesh of her breast. She groans in pleasure as my white teeth gently nibble on her, her fingers resting on my naked shoulders as her body keeps grinding against my own.
In a swift motion she rises up and, turning her back to me, lowers herself once more onto my crotch, my cock hardening even more as it nestles comfortably between her ass cheeks. Back and forth she goes, her ass rubbing against me as her pussy becomes wetter. Her hands go behind her back and she caresses my inner thighs, feeling my thick tip along the way, inflaming it with desire; she cups it with her fingertips, feeling my cock’s head swelling against her touch.
With one hand still cupping her breasts, a hard erect nipple trapped between my fingers, my other hand slides down the arch of her back. My breathing grows ragged against her neck and, with one hand, I press my cock against her ass crack, my shaft nestling between her cheeks as it pulses almost too painfully.
“Someone’s getting enthusiastic…” She says, her words soft and mellifluous as she gets up, her hands resting on her hips.
I lick my lips unconsciously, my eyes longing for the pink fleshy slit between her thighs. I want to taste her, to ravage her whole body and make her moan and scream. Just one look at her eyes and I know she can read all that in my face.
She leans into me and, with one hand sliding down my chest and over my hard abs, she goes down on her knees. She draws a deep breath, seeing for the first time my entire cock, its length enough to give her pause.
She curls one hand at the base of my cock, the other one gripping over it. She moves her hands slowly up my shaft, her eyes lock on mine, reading the burning desire written all over my face.
She comes closer, her tongue slowly sliding out of her open mouth and resting over the base of my cock, twisting up its shaft and lubricating my cock. When she gets to its head she opens her mouth wide, allowing her lips to savor my manhood as they encase my glans. But she doesn’t stop there; her lips keep progressing over my cock, making it slide over her dancing tongue as it pushes down her mouth, filling her.
I exhale slowly as the nerve endings on my cock brush against the inside of Ashley’s cheeks. This is too fucking good. She’s going down on my cock as deep as she can, still enough of my length left out for her to grasp with one hand. Her movements ebb and flow, a whirlwind of sensations spreading from my cock to the rest of my body. She knows what she’s doing, every single flick of her tongue and bob of her head a calculated movement in a frenzied dance.
My stomach clenches in pleasure as my cock burns hot—with just her mouth she's ready to make me cum. I instinctively reach for her head, my hands wanting to guide her movement as I explode inside of her, but her plans aren’t the same as mine.
Pulling her head back she takes my cock out of her mouth, her fingers curling around it gently.