“Smart idea. Can I get you something?”
“Just a beer will be fine,” I said as I eyed a group of businesswomen who seemed to be having some after-work drinks. “And one of those lovely ladies,” I joked with George.
“I’d go for the redhead. She seems like a firecracker to me,” he said.
We both laughed. George wasn’t the type of guy who chased after any woman. He had plenty of women who chased after him, though. He had the rugged, troubled look going for him. Half the time, I thought women preferred a man like that to a rich guy like me.
He was always trying to be helpful to me and my search for a good one-night stand. Although, I was pretty sure he didn’t know I was fucking them in the back room. During one of our conversations, he said he couldn’t believe in today’s day and age I could get women to go home with a stranger. I didn’t have the heart to tell him I hardly ever actually took them back to my house.
It wasn’t that hard to convince women to sleep with me. Probably the biggest factor was knowing who I was. Women would do many things for a man with money. But beyond that, if you’re nice to them, chat them up, and tell them they are pretty, they will agree to anything. I had become some sort of expert in the field of one-night stands.
“Hello, ladies,” I said as I approached the small group. “You all look like you’ve been working hard. Can I buy you a round of drinks?”
Shit! I forgot I wasn’t buying drinks anymore.
“You can buy them a drink. I’ll take a twirl around the dance floor,” said the redhead.
George wasn’t kidding when he said she was a firecracker. I liked a girl with confidence and the guts to make a move of her own.
I wasn’t sure if she recognized who I was or if she just really wanted to get laid, but either way, I liked it. She was hot, very easy on the eyes, and, I suspected, a real freak in the bedroom. Right away, I knew I wanted to bring her home instead of fucking her in the club. Only at home, in my bed, would I be able to really play with her.
“Deal,” I said as I grabbed her hand and brought her to the floor. “What’s your name?”
“Jen,” she said seductively.
“I’m Chase. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Chase, can I tell you something?”
That is either the kiss of death or the door that opens the entire night up for me. Sometimes, the women want to talk about their lives or go into long sordid details about their stressors. I desperately hoped that was not the case for Jen.
“Sure, honey, I’m all ears.”
“I caught my boyfriend cheating on me last night, and I’m really in the mood to give him a little payback. Would you be game?”
I had no idea what her payback was going to entail, but I liked it. A scorned woman was certainly more fun than a woman who was going to latch onto me. It always amazed me how quickly women wanted to get back at their men when they cheated on them. My thoughts were if you didn’t want to be with a woman, you shouldn’t start dating. Most guys just don’t understand what monogamy is and when it’s important to have it.
I knew exactly what monogamy was, and that was why I kept most of my dates to one-night stands. I didn’t want to give any woman the false idea that I was going to be her boyfriend. In the rare case that I liked a woman enough to go out with her a couple of times, I was happy to keep the relationship monogamous. Typically, it was such a short period of time that it didn’t really matter. It was easy to be monogamous if you only dated a woman for a month at a time.
“Sure, what’s the plan?”
“I’m going to take you into one of these private rooms. Wrap my lips around your cock and send him a picture of it.”
Fuck yes!
That sounded like the perfect opportunity for her to get back at her boyfriend. And just like that, my plans to bring her home to my bed were thrown out the window. I liked her plan just fine. I was more than happy to spend an hour pleasing her and making her boyfriend extremely jealous.
“Seems like a reasonable plan,” I said as I pulled her close and kissed her hard.
There was no need for the niceties with a girl on a mission, though. Our kiss turned deeper and deeper, and within a few moments, she grabbed my hand and pulled me into one of the back rooms. It was fun to be with a woman who was so ready to get to the action, instead of those who wanted to play around the fact we were about to have a one-night stand. Honesty was one of my favorite qualities in a woman.
Jen pushed me down onto the bench and had my cock pulled out and into her mouth before I could blink. She pulled her phone out and took a couple of pictures, then continued. Her red lips moved up and down my shaft, and I wanted that moment to continue all night. She flicked the tip of my cock slightly with her tongue as she came up, and I felt pre-cum way sooner than I wanted it to be there.
I quickly tried to think about baseball and anything non-sexy, so I didn’t look like a teenager getting his first blowjob. As a man, it wasn’t something you wanted to do too quickly. But a woman’s mouth around my cock had always driven me wild. I wanted it all the time, and oral sex was one of my favorite fantasies. I also really enjoyed getting time to lick a woman and enjoy her orally. Although, in the one-night stand world, I didn’t often get much time for the enjoyment of my women.
There was just something so erotic about a woman who was willing to take control. I fucking loved it. Add to that the fact that she had her lips wrapped around me, and I couldn’t control myself. I couldn’t keep myself from exploding in her mouth and was just about to do so when she started to slow her strokes. But then she looked up at me and changed her mind all together.
She must have sensed my withdrawal from the thrusting and my distraction, in the hopes of not coming too fast, because it made her thrust harder. Her lips tightened around me, and she took my cock deeper into her throat than any woman ever had. Jen obviously didn’t have any gag reflex issues.