The Stripper is a Whore

The Stripper is a Whore! 

We are finally home. I led her straight to my room. My workers, who are still awake, are staring in shock.  I could hear the whispers of their gossip as I walked the stairs. 

For a moment, panic set in. I had not really meant it when I said we could come to mine. Christ, and now we are here. My heart reeled. Should I let her in? 

Of course! Hurry up! My mind screamed. I guess the alcohol had dulled my senses more than I had imagined as my fingers fumbled with the lock. The door opened, a cold front of outside air pushed in, and we went silently went in along with it. 

I stood dumbfounded against the wall as she quickly turned the lock, still cocooned in the arms of a slight stupor. I had too much at a time, trying to distract myself from the stripper who was now in my bedroom. 

This was crazy. She stood still in the shadows without a word, but I loomed over her. I couldn't make out her face except where the light etched along her mouth. It was the most seductive thing I've ever seen, and I can still see it every time I close my eyes. Something hot and curling swirled inside me. I felt a tremendous lazy bloom of heat settle in my stomach. I felt helpless, weak with lust.

I could sense her impatience. But I stood there, not knowing what to do. Her green eyes lit the room, and I could see the desperation in them. 

As I was waiting for her to make the first move, she held me and carefully unzipped my trousers to see the brittle planes below. I then inhaled deeply of his feminine saint. She grabbed my hands and wrapped my fingers around her butt out of impatience. She then went for my shirt and flung it off.

"Take it off. She commanded. I have never been ordered around in my life by a woman. Not even my mother. But I was obedient like a child in a play group.  I obliged by holding my pants and lowering them to my hips. She gave me an unsatisfied look, and I took off the jeans completely. I was now in only my black boxer briefs. 

She leaned forward and lifted her face to my mouth but could not reach it. Grabbing the idea, I lowered my face to hers. With my exquisite lips slanting over hers, her warm tongue was lapping against it with a lustful smile that was entirely feminine.

She grabbed my ass with both hands and pressed my firm erection against her navel. I did not know when she removed her robe-like kimono. My hot, firm rod moved across her heated skin as the pressure increased, and her gushing fluids drenched the front of my underpants. 

Together, we struggled as we both gasped. Guided by her hands, her breasts were molded by my large, square hands as I  palmed them and rubbed my thumbs across her nipples. She brought my mouth down from her face to her neck then down to between her tits. 

Damn! I was sucking her nipples in hot, wet tugs with my tongue and teeth, sending painful pricks of ecstasy into her abdomen with each love bite.

I moaned, engrossed in the sensual thrill of exploring on feminine skin.

"I need you to fuck you," she muttered, removing my boxers. 

My cock was larger than I had ever seen. Great length and girth. I held my erect cock with my left hand as she dragged me to my big sized bed with my right hand. I laid on top of her on the bed presenting my cock like a battering ram at the pink entrance of her slit.

I had a problem finding her opening but when she guided me in I could feel the heat radiating from her precious pussy.

I shoved my head in and out a couple of times, groaning loudly. And that was all. All I did before I slept off.