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  “Not quite,” He said coming back over to me and giving me another kiss.

  His dick was still hard and poking my panties. My mouth was only the appetizer, my pussy was the main course, and he was undeniably hungry.

  He pulled both of my breasts out of my bra this time. He slapped one, then he slapped the other. That turned me on even more. Only sex could give you pleasure and pain at the same time.

  “Assume the position; I want this tool clean NOW.”

  With that, I bent over the island pushing anything in my way over onto the floor. I thought maybe he would take my panties off, but he had no time for that. His dick was starving for my wetness.

  He pushed my panties to the side as I braced myself for his stick. Taking a deep breath he didn’t take anytime stuffing himself inside me. My wetness sucked him up as he filled me with his thick stick. I grabbed the side of the marble island as he grabbed my hips and pumped into me.

  “Yeah, this is how you clean him. With all this wetness, he’s going to be good and clean.” He told me as he pumped my pussy with long strong strokes.

  My mouth betrayed me by moaning.

  “Yeah, that pussy is scrubbing him clean isn’t it?” He asked, but I couldn’t speak.

  My vocal cords were stolen by the euphoria. He slapped my ass and pumped harder. Moans were all I could muster.

  “You don’t have to speak, I know it’s good. You’re a dirty little maid, but you clean so well.”

  “Ohhhh, please don’t stop,” I begged him as my clit started to pop.

  His strokes sent mini orgasms to my clit. Causing tiny throbbing pops as he slammed into me. Now my moans mixed with the sound of his pelvis pounding at my ass. Suddenly he stopped, backing out of me.

  He turned me around and lifted me on the counter lifting his dick and slipping it right back into my center.

  “Shit!” I cursed as he pushed me back onto the counter.

  One of his hands was grabbing my hips, the other tickled my clit. The pops of my clit were bombs now, and he knew it.

  “I feel your pussy clenching me. You’re about to cum aren’t you?”

  “Yes sir Mr. Lionel.”

  After all he was my employer, a maid should show respect.

  “Don’t you dare cum,” He told me looking straight into my eyes. “You don’t cum until I tell you.” That was the hardest thing to do.

  “Please.” I begged, but that only made him move faster. He rubbed my clit between his thumb and pointer finger with every thrust.

  “Ummmmmm nope. Not yet, I wanna come with you,” He told me now closing his eyes.

  “Pleasssssseeee sirrr... Pleassseeee,” I begged as I matched his thrust with pelvis grinding of my own. My pussy was tighter than a fist around his dick and wetter than the water that still ran in the sink. Closing my eyes I tried not to come, I wanted to follow my boss’s orders.

  “Ohhhhhhhh, it’s almost there.”

  “Pleaseeee sirr…” I continued to beg as I felt the heat rising in my toes and coming up my legs. I couldn’t hold it any longer. My body seized and jerked as my pussy began flooding with juices.

  “SHIT YOU ARE SO WET. I’M CUMMING!!!!” He said pounding faster as my legs continued to shake from the tremor of my orgasm body. He pounded away with a few more pumps before he left my tight juicy walls. He flopped his dick on my stomach letting the juices shoot on me.

  His eyes closed letting out a grunt as his hot liquid made a pool on my stomach.

  “Ughhh your pussy is so good,” He smiled as he shook the last bits of cum from his dick.

  “Your dick is better,” I replied as I winked at him wishing I could taste more of his sweet nectar. He grabbed a nearby towel and rubbed his liquid off me.

  “Hey, I was gonna drink that,” I said smiling and sitting up from the cold marble.

  “Ha, I’ve got more where that came from.” He kissed me letting me taste his tongue.

  “I’m going to get ready for work and let you get back to this,” He said walking away. “And thanks for everything you do.” His eyes traveled all over my body as he thanked me.

  “My pleasure sir,” I said giving him a wink before he disappeared.

  Getting up from the counter for some reason I thought of Lightning. I wanted to do to her what Lionel did to me. For some reason that little bitch bothered me. Lightning giving resistance only intensified my obsession to one day suck and fuck her to euphoria. The only thing I liked better than pussy was having to fight for it.

  “HEY!” He called to me breaking into my daydream of Lightning.

  “Yes sir.”

  “Your payment is in the usual spot.”

  “Thank you sir.”

  My heels clicked on the floor as I went to the drawer to get my money. There in an envelope was a stack of twenties. I laid the money on the counter as I started cleaning. After all I was the maid, I cleaned dick and dishes. Only if I could make money like this at the club, my life would be complete. But none of this was about money, it was for the pleasure. What better job could one have than to get fucked while getting paid?

  Teacher’s Pet

  Sydney

  He tasted me. Stuffing his face into my center, licking me up like a dog to his water bowl. I was creaming, my juices wetting him from his nose to his chin like a liquid goatee. Too bad it wasn’t real. I wasn’t in an Italian Villa like the video I was watching. Instead, I was on my bed with my laptop propped up working my fingers over my clit, urging myself to cum.

  I often played the girls in the Pornos I watched. Today I imagined I was the girl with the big tits in a white toga getting lifted on a ledge while getting my pussy ate. The guy I’m letting feast off me is oiled up and shiny with more muscles than a football team. She moaned and pulled at his hair. Her theatrics seemed to fuel his desire as he went from kneeling and eating her to standing and thrusting. He sucked her like he was dying of thirst, which made it impossible for me not to touch myself and finish the job.

  My toes pointed and I closed my eyes falling into orgasm land. My body was stiff from the pleasure until I heard the front door slam. My roommate had to come home now jerking me back to reality. I am practically naked with only a t-shirt and panties on, masturbating with my bedroom door open. I rushed and closed my laptop; luckily I put on my robe just before she reached my room.

  “Oh good, you’re up,” She said barging in my room and flopping down on my bed. “You will never guess what happened to me last night.”

  She laid there with no clue what I was just doing in the same spot a few minutes ago.

  “What?” I asked, putting my hands in my robe pocket trying to rub some of my wetness off.

  “I met a fine guy at the club, danced for him, and…” She paused stretching a devilish grin across her face. “I fucked him in the private room.”

  She covered her mouth after she said it as if she couldn’t believe her own words. I lived for stories like this. It was a perk of having a friend as an exotic dancer.

  “So you fucked him?” We were best friends; there was nothing that I couldn’t ask her. That’s why every morning I drilled her for every detail.

  “Is my name Lightning? I hopped on that dick as fast as he pulled it out. I was in need, what was I supposed to do?”

  I laughed at her as I sat down in my computer chair. I knew what it felt like to be in need. A few minutes ago I was in desperate need myself. I giggled imaging me fucking some guy in a club filled with people. Just thinking about it made my body hot. I listened closely as she went on about this guy she met at the club last night. Living through her was the closest I was going to get to a warm dick, for now.

  “So—was it good?” I asked trying hard to piece together the details.

  “Good? It was fantastic,” She said laughing at me. She began doing her usual routine of pulling money out of her purse. Each morning we talked as she counted her money and unloaded about her night. But today I couldn’t help but notice she had more stacks of bills th
an usual.

  “Damn girl. I’m jealous,” I had to admit it. I wanted to do what she did, be free and fuck whoever I wanted, strip with a room full of people drooling over me and leave with a purse full of money.

  “No need to be girl. It’s not as glamorous as it sounds,” as she said that I thought to myself she may be right. “To him I’m sure I was just a quick fuck.” To everyone else she was Lightning, but to me she was Lauren, my best friend and roommate. Stripper or not, I loved her like she was my sister.

  Who gives a shit what he thinks, I thought to myself, but I didn’t tell her what I was thinking. If I were her I wouldn’t care what he thought, but it wasn’t me. That was the problem.

  “So, come on. Give me more details,” Every morning she unloaded about the details of the night before. How much she made, problems with other strippers, occasionally a tantalizing dick that she couldn’t resist fucking. Not knowing that this was an obsession for me, with every story about her swinging on the pole I was turned me on.

  “Well, girl last night I wore the lightning bolts.”

  “Oh yeah, the new ones?” I closed my eyes trying to imagine her distinctive outfit that I helped her design.

  “Yep, I brought them out, and I guess that’s what caught his eye. His dick was so huge; it was hard for me to dance for the rest of the night.”

  “Damn,” The last dick I had inside me was made of plastic and was suction cupped to the toilet lid.

  “Sydney girl, I wish you could have seen me after that. I felt like I was floating on a cloud,” She was laughing like she had won the lottery. “I think I made like five thousand. Look at all this money.”

  She pointed to the money she had separated on my bed as if I couldn’t see it. All those big face bills had my mind blown. All this in one night.

  “Oh I see. I know you always make a lot, but today it’s crazy.”

  She kept counting the bills, every denomination from hundred dollar bills, twenties, on down to the infamous George Washington’s, the favorite bill in any strip club.

  “Hell, I could pay my half of the rent up for one year off of what I made last night,” Lauren boasted.

  She kept separating her money as I got up and started pacing back and forth. I couldn’t be still this morning, what I had to ask her wouldn’t allow me to sit down.

  “What the hell is wrong with you? Sit down you’re making me nervous?” There was no way I could say it, so I blurted it out,” I want you to get me a job at the club.”

  It wasn’t a question, but more of a demand. If I asked her, there was a chance she might say no.

  “What...as a bartender? You don’t know how to mix drinks,” She laughed as I shook my head. She knew exactly what position I was speaking of.

  “Why?” She asked laying down the bills and looking at me.

  “Because I need it. I need that,” I said pointing at the mountain of money.

  “Sid, this shit isn’t as easy as I make it seem,” she lifted up her sweatpants leg showing me a series of bruises. “Look at this. This is all the shit I don’t tell you about. This is from me jumping up and sliding down poles. Is this what you want?”

  I stared at the bluish purple marks on her legs for a second and cringed.

  “No, I don’t want that but if going through that is what I have to do then so be it.”

  She didn’t say much for a few seconds. She looked at me as if I were crazy, but she didn’t have the worries that I had. My mom needed money, my school bills were piling up, and if I went another month without new shoes I might have to rob a bank.

  “C’mon Lauren. What do I have to do to show you I’m serious?” She thought for a moment.

  “Strip for me.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me. Take off your clothes and give me a lap dance,” She said getting up and hitting a few buttons on her phone.

  Seconds later, ass shaking music started playing filling up the room from her cell phone.

  “C’mon dance. Give me a lap dance. Bitch!!!”

  “Why do I have to be a bitch?”

  “That’s what they are gonna call you in the club. So dance BITCH.” She said throwing a stack of ones at me.

  She was right, I had heard too many of her stories and the few times I was at Club Fantasy I saw it firsthand.

  “Okay,” With that I started bouncing my body to the beat moving closer to Lauren sitting on my bed. I let my robe fall to the floor rolling my hips and gyrating in between her legs as if she were a client.

  I closed my eyes and tried to do what I had practiced in my bedroom by myself a million times. I rubbed my hands down my body then back up to the sky.

  “Hurry up bitch this lap dance is only one song,” Lauren screamed over the music smacking me on my ass.

  With that, I ripped my shirt off. I took it off swirling it around my head. My tits were overflowing in my bra. I turned around bending my ass in her face still swaying my hips to the beat. Today I wore a lace thong, perfect for an audition.

  I still danced around not knowing what else to do, but I was dancing for a seasoned dancer and Lauren wasn’t going to let me off easy.

  “C’mon let me see your pussy. Them tits too,” She said pulling at my bra.

  I gave her what she wanted first starting with my bra pulling it over my head letting my tits flop out.

  “Put em’ in my face Bitch,” That request scared me. “That’s what they are gonna say at the club.” She told me coaxing me along. I tried to make it sexy and mash them together in her face.

  Then came my thong. I did another turn slipping the lace out of my ass and then letting them drop to the floor. I don’t know what came over me, but after I was totally naked it was like I became a different person.

  I reverted back to my cheerleading days and did a split with my ass to Lauren. I bounced on the floor a few times letting my pussy clap on the hardwood like I seen the strippers do on the videos. I rolled on my back spreading my legs apart in a V. The only woman that had seen me spread my legs like this was my gynecologist, but Lauren didn’t even flinch. I’m sure she had seen more than a few pussies at the club.

  I was about to jump up and do a few more moves, but Lauren stopped the music.

  “Ok, that was alright for a beginner. But I’m your friend. Do you think you can do that with a room full of people watching?”

  “Yeah, I have to. I have no choice,” I told her panting. Stripping was a workout.

  “What about a room full of horny people, male and female, smacking you on the ass, calling you names, some even trying to stick their fingers inside your ass and pussy.”

  “Wow, they will do that?” She nodded her head yes as I put my robe on.

  That was something else she hadn’t told me. Getting up from the floor I put my clothes on and actually thought about her question.

  “You see, you can’t even answer yes,” She said with a slight giggle. “This is no fucking game Syd.”

  “I can do it Lauren, but shit nobody would say yes to a random man sticking his finger in your pussy.”

  “Yeah you’re right, but that’s the shit I have to deal with every night.”

  She went back to counting her money as if I didn’t just strip down to my birthday suit.

  “C’mon Lauren. I know you don’t think of little old me being a dancer, but I have to do what I have to do. I’m not dropping out of school. Plus this medicine isn’t cheap.” I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. That was something I didn’t want her to know about.

  “What medicine. Are you sick?”

  “No.”

  “Then what medicine?” I didn’t say anything. I just gave her a look as she figured it out on her own.

  “Your Mom is sick again?” I didn’t answer her. I didn’t want to talk about it.

  “It doesn’t matter. Just know I need the money. Are you going to help me or not?”

  She nodded, and thankfully she didn’t cry, or I would have shed some tea
rs too. My Mom was my whole world, being sick isn't cheap and if stripping was how I helped her get well then so be it.

  “You gotta know that there is no turning back. This shit is not a game. You have to be ready for anything in this business.”

  “I already know that, I listen to you.”

  “I tell you things, but there is a lot I don’t talk about.”

  “L, I have no choice.”

  “Well, I hope you’re ready because you start tonight.”

  “TONIGHT. Why tonight?”

  “Tonight is amateur night; you have to show out on Amateur night in order to get a job.”

  That scared me, but I didn’t think it would happen this quickly. I grabbed my bra from the floor trying to put my thoughts together. If I acted scared, she might not help me.

  “That’s fine,” I lied with confidence. The truth was I had many doubts about if I could really do it.

  “Good. Now I want you to give me another lap dance. And I want you to do it the way I tell you to this time.”

  “What? I have things to do. I don’t have time now.”

  “Well clear your fucking schedule Syd because you won’t go into my job embarrassing me. Now strip BITCH. I’m about to teach your ass how……” Her phone rang cutting her sentence off.

  “Shit it’s Daniel.” She cleared her throat before answering, “Hello.”

  If I weren’t here looking at her, I would have thought she had just woke up.

  “Hey baby. Yeah I just got up,” she said putting fingers to her lips, telling me to be quiet.

  “Oh yeah? I miss you too baby,” she said blowing kisses through the phone. “Just a little tired from studying all night.”

  Little did he know that she wasn't only studying poles.

  “Oh, you gotta go? Damn, well thanks for calling babe and waking me up. I gotta get ready for class.”

  She said her goodbyes and I tried not to laugh. Hanging up the phone she shook her head.

  “Soooo you haven’t told him?”

  Only I knew that Lauren was a stripper. To everyone else she was a hard working pre-med student with an academic scholarship.