Chapter 71 Fucking the sexy stripper🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️
Marcus
I still remember every second of that night like it happened yesterday.
I was sitting in the VIP booth at the club, whiskey in my hand, cock already half-hard from watching her on the stage.
She looked like she was in her early twenties, long black hair, tiny silver thong, tits so full and round they looked fake but moved too perfect to be plastic.
Her nipples were hard little points under the lights.
She climbed the pole like she was born on it, legs spread wide, ass bouncing every time she dropped.
I didn’t even finish my drink.
I just lifted two fingers.
The manager walked up to me.
"Sir, how may we be of service to you." He asked with his back bent, a complete ninety degree bow.
I just pointed at her and he nodded.
Five minutes later she was walking toward me, hips rolling, smiling like she already knew she was going to ruin me.
We went straight to the private room. oor locked. Lights low. Music still thumping.
She pushed me down on the leather couch and started dancing again, just for me.
The room had a pole and she walked up to it in her barely there lingere, her hands on the pole, back arched, ass out.
She dropped low, spread her thighs so I could see the wet spot on her thong.
Then she crawled to me on all fours, tits swinging, nipples brushing my knees.
My cock was rock hard, straining against my zipper.
She saw it and licked her lips.
She climbed onto my lap, knees on either side of me, and started grinding slow.
I felt her pussy lips part around the ridge of my dick through my pants.
She was soaked.
The thong was useless, just a wet string now.
She grabbed her tits, squeezed hard.
They were heavy, soft, perfect.
She moaned and threw her head back.
“You want this pussy, daddy?” she whispered right in my ear.
I didn’t answer with words.
I just pulled out my wallet, slid five hundred across the table, and asked with a glint in my eyes, “Will you come upstairs with me?.”
She nodded eagerly and I smiled.
Fifteen minutes later we were in my private room upstairs, mouths moving against each other as out tongues fought for dominance.
It was cute.
The door barely closed behind us before she yanked her lips away from mine and was on her knees.
She yanked my belt open, pulled my cock out, and looked up at me with those big eyes.
Nine thick inches, veins pulsing, already leaking at the tip.
She smiled like she’d won a prize.
“Fuck, you’re big,” she said, then swallowed me whole.
There was no teasing.
She swallowed me straight down her throat until her nose pressed against my stomach.
She gagged, eyes watered, but didn’t stop.
Up and down, spit running down my balls, hand stroking what she couldn’t fit.
I grabbed her hair and fucked her face hard.
She took it like a champ.
I pulled her up, ripped that thong off, and threw her on the bed face-down, ass up.
Her pussy was shaved smooth, lips puffy and pink, dripping down her thighs.
I spread her open with my thumbs and licked her from clit to asshole in one long stroke.
She screamed into the pillow.
I ate her out like a starving man, my tongue deep inside her, sucking her clit, two fingers curling hard until she was shaking and begging.
She came twice, thighs clamping around my head, juices all over my face.
Then I stood up, lined my cock up, and slammed into her in one thrust.
She yelled so loud I thought security would knock on the door.
But I didn’t care.
I grabbed her hips and fucked her like I hated her.
Deep, brutal strokes, balls slapping her clit, bed banging against the wall.
She pushed back, meeting every thrust, moaning my cock stretching her, ruining her.
“Harder, daddy, please,” she kept crying.
I flipped her over, threw her legs over my shoulders, and pounded her so deep I felt her cervix.
Her tits bounced wild, nipples dark and hard.
I sucked one into my mouth, bit down, and she came again, pussy squeezing me like a fist.
I couldn’t hold it.
I pulled out, flipped her back onto her stomach, and came hard all over her ass and back, thick ropes painting her skin white.
We lay there panting for maybe two minutes.
Then she got up, wiped herself with a towel, kissed my cheek, and said, “Thanks, handsome. That was fun.”
She left.
I never thought I’d see her again.
But here she was. The very next day at my door.
When the front door opened and my son Ethan walked in with a girl on his arm as he introduced her to me saying, “Dad, this is Mia. My fiancée," She stepped forward, smiling, hand out to shake mine and my heart stopped.
Same face.
Same eyes.
The same full lips that were wrapped around my cock just few hours ago.
The same perfect tits under that tight little sundress.
The same girl I fucked senseless in my room.
She froze when she saw me.
Her smile dropped for half a second, eyes wide.
Then she recovered, shook my hand like nothing happened.
But I feel it.
That spark.
That memory.
My cock twitched just looking at her.
Ethan had no idea.
He’s beaming, talking about wedding dates, showing me the ring he put on her finger.
And all I can think is:
That’s the same pussy I destroyed.
The same girl who begged me to fuck her harder.
And now she’s sleeping under my roof.
In my son’s bed.
For the next few weeks while they plan their wedding.