“Oh fuck!” Sophie screams and I can tell that her body is being wracked by an orgasm as her muscles clench and unclench.
“My turn,” Heather says and uses her hands to play with my tennis-ball sized balls as I slow down. Heather guides me out of Sophie and leans her back on the window, lifting her leg and giving me easy access inside of her. I slide in, slick with Sophie’s juices and begin the process again as she wraps her arms around me.
I feel Heather’s tits against my chest. Sophie is still quivering and shaking next to me as the new song starts up.
And that’s when I fucking see her.
The new dancer that gets on stage.
She’s new. I know it. I’ve fucked so many of the fucking strippers in this club, they should seriously give me some sort of award for not catching any STDs. But then again, I always protect myself to the max.
But this girl. I’ve never seen her before.
Or have I? She seems so familiar, and she’s so beautiful I feel like I know her.
She’s got blonde hair that comes down to her shoulders. Fuck, her face is so fucking gorgeous. With the sweetest most innocent eyes and the most beautiful face. But so what if her face is sweet and innocent looking; her body is fucking sinful. Tits that are perfectly shaped and big. A perfectly tapered waist. Slender legs. An ass that's…
Fuck, I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum so fucking hard. I need to calm the fuck down. I can usually go forever. What the fuck is wrong with me?
“Baby, I just felt your balls tighten up,” Heather says with a wicked grin. “It’s okay, I know my pussy’s tight.”
Actually her pussy is the opposite of tight. I might as well be fucking a plastic bag, but I somehow don’t care at this point in time.
I’ve maybe only fucked Heather for five minutes now but I pull out, and toss off my condom as if in a daze.
It’s because I am in a daze. I’m starin
g at that girl as she twirls around on the pole.
My heart rate is increasing. I’m not going to last much longer.
Both Sophie—who’s calmed down and returned back to earth—and Heather get on their knees and start jerking me off. They use their tongues to rub the underside of my cock.
And more stimulating than what those women are doing, I look down and I see the stripper from Heaven bent over on the pole, shaking her ass.
Holy fucking Christ.
I can’t take anymore.
I fucking explode.
I shoot out arcs of cum. Rope after rope of cum is leaving my body and I feel electric impulses go from my nuts to my brain, paralyzing me. My muscles freeze and I can only experience the convulsions that tear through my body.
I watch as my semen lands on Heather's forehead, her chin, inside of her mouth, on Sophie’s tits, and on her nose. As I come back to reality, I can hear myself breathing harshly. I look down to see my cum dripping from both of their faces and chins onto their bodies.
Normally, I’d be pleased at my handiwork. But today, I search desperately for the stripper.
But apparently, her song is over because she’s leaving the stage.
I need to go downstairs. I need to talk to her.
But that’s when the phone rings.
My personal phone. My cell phone. Never ignored, because it’s always important.
And only one person usually ever uses it to call me. It’s no surprise that it’s on the windowsill behind the strippers. I reach over and grab it and turn it on. This better be quick. I need to go downstairs and find this girl.
Oh, what about the ones in front of me, you’re wondering? On their knees, cooing and purring and licking my cum?