I don't know if it was the thunder or the flapping
blinds that woke me. Now that I think about it, I had
shown her the view of the ocean from my 14th floor
condo during the "tour." Being a single guy in Miami,
the bedroom having the balcony facing the ocean was
just a chance thing.
Right.
Even with the air on and a steady wind blowing (it is
never still this high up) in was to warm to be under
the covers. We were both naked. Her body was shaded
in contrasts, light from the bathroom, the moon rising
over the storm, and shadows - some which were on her
skin, some in it.
Damn. If you can't be good, be lucky.
Here I am, an average guy, crappy record at
relationships, reasonably ok looking, working and
playing hard in sin city. And not getting a lot of
ass.
It was not a problem of quantity; there are more women
ready to fuck on any given night here than there are
in all of the Midwest. No, the problem was quality.
As in the qualities I was missing: No ready trust
fund, I work hard for my money. No ready supply of
drugs, not unless you count fine tequilas and
scotches. And not ready to provide a sweetheart the
marriage she needs to stay in the US, and bring over
the other 26 members of her immediate family.
So when the guy's were going to hit a strip club known
for its loose interpretation of the rules, I was down.
Yea, I knew I was going to blow a couple of hundred
at least, but for here in Miami, that is what I would
have spend by the third date, easy. At least here I
could see the good before I spent more than twenty
bucks.
More thunder called my attention back to the open
door. Lightning in the clouds held it there. Ever
looked at a thunderstorm from the same level? I
stepped out onto the balcony to take in the view.
The air was not notably cooler, but the wind was
starting to whip up and I felt the sweat chill my
body. Yea, I am an honest 8", but in this breeze no
one would ever believe it.
Well, my guest might. If she trusted her memory.
Considering where I picked her up and what I had to
drink, I was pretty sure I wanted to stick to my
memory for just now.
The place advertised 75 girls dancing. 40 would be
more like it. But a real nice selection. Latina
(obviously), in flavors like Brazilian, Colombian, and
Cuban, black girls from all over the Caribbean and
US, good old American girls, and lately some
Russians.
Short, tall, "Why is she working" fat, rail thin.
Real boobs in all sizes, fakes standing up at a D cup
and larger. The girls worked the floor in little and
danced in nothing. Only lap dances were given with
bottoms on.
This one was just what I liked, petite, natural B
cups, dark hair to her shoulders, legal age but not
showing any wear just them.
I had seen her on the stage shortly after we got
there, but lost track of her after her set. I passed
on three or four offers for a lap dance, instead just
enjoying the show and the last of happy hour. One of
the guys spotted her again before I did.
Actually what he saw was a little blond off to one
side of the main stage, working a group of guys up for
some lap dances. You had to admire her technique.
Instead of just hanging all over them and offering,
she was smiling and lightly rubbing her tits, while my
brunette was reaching around from behind her with her
hand working in blondie's panties. Not much
penetration, but her clit was getting worked over.
Needless to say, they both disappeared under that pack
of dogs before half our crew got a look at the side
show.
Some time later, not sure when time wise, but I do
know it was after I surrendered my keys, she showed up
in front of me. I was busy watching this Jamaican
girl prove the old saying, "It's all pink on the
inside" when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice
in my ear.
"Glad to see you are still here."
See, I appreciate a professional. She had caught me
watching her show and kept track of our group, or she
was smooth enough risk that line on someone who may
have not been there earlier. Either way she was good.
And she smelled sweet.
The wind had dried my skin and thinking about my
memory of the girl laying on the bed had me stirring.
I'm not an exhibitionist by nature, but being in the
open, in plain view of anyone on the beach at 5 AM was
kinds cool. Let em look. Besides, I was still power
trippin from what had happened.
"Would you like a lap dance?"
Fuck yea! Right Now! Who knows how many margaritas I
had had, how much snatch I had looked at, but I
managed to get out a slightly smoother response.
"I don't like the rules here. To strict."
The rules for the lap dances were actually pretty
good. She had to keep her panties on (every girl
would pull them aside when the time was right) and no
touching the pussy. $20 a song, but after three you
could negotiate.
"Buy me a drink. I've had a great night and want to
unwind. Then we'll see about the rules."
When I nodded she went to sit down next to me,
stopped, looked at my crotch, then smiled and walked
around to my left and sat there. It was only then
that I realized none of my friends were anywhere to be
seen. That thought was quickly lost as she put her
hands on my left thigh ( I dress left) and gave my
cock a squeeze.
"You are good. What do you want to drink?"
"Zima. And you."
I smiled at the BS and caught the waitress's eye. A
few minutes later we both had drinks and hers was half
gone.
"Do you want to go to the VIP room? The `rules' are
different there."
At $300 a half hour, they damn well better be, but I
was not doubling down on that bet.
"I've got my own VIP suite on the beach. It has
better drinks, a better view, and no time limits."
Besides, unless I was totally trashed, I had been in
this place for over six hours and it was now pass 12.
And I was already out half my cash for the night.
"But it doesn't have me."
"Funny, you have 100% control over that. You could
change that any time you like." She was still
tickling my cock, and probably had a real good idea as
to all that was in there.
"But I don't want to be the one in control."
That got her 110% of my cock. And she knew it.
"You need to think about the rules, and how you are
going to get around them." With that I stood up, took
her by the upper arm, and headed for the couches where
they give the lap dances. Half way back she pulled me
to one side and pointed out a set of sets that I had
not noticed before.
`These are best. Less distractions, less attention."
I sat down, and she started her routine.
"Take off you belt. I may want you to spank me but I
defiantly don't want the buckle scratching me."
My belt draped over my neck, she shook her hair in my
face, looking around in the process. Before I knew it
she had her hand in my pants and around my cock, which
she proceeded to pull out of my pants leg.
"Not much friction if I left it down there, huh?"
I was not going to disagree. In fact I was not going
to do much because she shoved her perky little `Bs' in
my face and started to rub her body against my crotch.
All I could do was grab that ass and hang on.
Before long she had slid down my body and was starting
back up again when she nipped the bulge in my slacks.
Ohh, this was going to be good. She kept right on
going back up, whispering in my ear as she went, "Lick
my nipples!"
When her nipples reached head height I look the left
one in my mouth, licking and sucking. She reached
down to adjust our contact point (my cock) when it
happened.
I honestly think she slipped first, but weather it was
cause or effect we will never know. Some how she
slipped and pressed on my balls and I bit her nipple.
As love bites go it was a bit hard. Not enough to
draw blood. Not the hardest I had ever bitten a
nipple. But defiantly not the lick she was expecting.
Neither her gasp, almost a whimper, nor her hands
flying from my cock to the sides of my head surprised
me. But grinding her cunt on my cock and squeezing my
head to her did. Suddenly I realized she was coming
while dry humping me.
When she finished I let go of her left nipple and
tried for her right.
"You hurt me." She rubbed her nipple as she spoke, the
crinkled areola hiding my teeth marks.
"And you got off on it." No way I was not calling her
on that one.
"Yes. Is that sick or what?"
"Or what. Its only sick if you are not doing
something you like. And you did like that."
We both knew it was not a question.
"Ever leave here with a customer?"
"Not alone, no."
"Your blond friend, the one you were fingering, does
she know how you like it?"
"no"
"Do you want her to see?"
"no" These last two answers had been barely audible
over the music. The stone cold professional that had
sat down with me before was gone.
"Well we are even. I've never picked up a girl in a
strip club before, and I don't want my friends to see
us leave. But you are leaving with me." Again, no
question was asked or answered. But she had started
rocking on my cock again. And this time all the heat
was not from friction.
Twenty minutes later we were in a cab. Fifteen later
we were taking the tour and had gotten to the bedroom.
And she did want it rough. Her only stipulation, no
anal. "I can't imagine that it can feel good." Funny
words from a girl that got off once already on pain.
I am not a sadist, per say. What I am is a control
freak that wants to be in control of a woman's
pleasure, however she gets it. And this was not my
first experience with a woman that needed it to hurt
so good. It was not the time to break out the toys;
this was a bed, two people and all their parts.
That squall line was coming in fast. The lightning
was more frequent, and the thunder followed more
closely. It would soon cover the full moon, although
the false dawn was also climbing the sky.
"I am so sore. How am I going to work with these
marks?" She caught me off guard. She was sitting up
in the bed now, her skin shining still from the sweat
we had made. Some of the shadows had moved, others
had stayed, maybe grown darker.
"That didn't sound like complaints I heard earlier...."
FUCK! I had no idea what her name was. I mean
normally I am bad with names, but I am not even sure I
got hers.
She took my silence for something else and rushed to
add, "You didn't let me finish. I am so sore and I
have never cumm so hard or so many times before."
"Why is that?" How the fuck was I going to get her
name?
"Look at me, you practically twisted by boobs off, my
nipples, look, you made my nipples bleed. I know I am
limber but I have never had my legs pushed so wide or
far back before."
This time it had to be a question, because she was
right, it had been rough and no one would take my word
over that evidence, "And you liked it all?" My earlier
erection had started back down at this point.
"Yes." She was not making eye contact again. " That
and, and being called names."
"Is that right?" I had nothing to loose at this
point, right?
"yes" She no sooner spoke than a near simultaneous
flash and thunder hit.
"And you need more, right? You expect me to fuck that
cunt and make you cum again, right?"
"yes" Again, thunder and lightening accompanied her
confession.
"Well is that pussy wet or dry? I can't fuck a dry
pussy."
She got the idea and slid her hand into that well used
and filled slit. "A little."
"That won't work. Come here to me." I stepped back
onto the balcony and took one of the chairs there and
placed it with the back to the railing.
She hesitated at the door, then stepped out when I
gave her a warning look. I grabbed the railing with
my right hand, placed my right leg on the chair, and
informed her that if she wanted to fuck again she was
going to have to lick me clean from my ass to the tip
of my cock.
She started with the head of my cock and worked her
way back, licking off the dried remains of my cum and
her cunt juices. "That's a good little bitch, go
ahead, you can play with your cunt."
She responded with vigor and was soon making long
swipes from my asshole to my balls while she spread
the quickly flowing juices out from her hole and
around her clit.
"Do you like storms?" She seemed taken back, confused
by my question. I pointed at the clouds, now
flickering almost continuously and she nodded. "Then
get up here and watch."
I placed her knees on the chair and had her grab the
rails. It took her no time to figure out that I was
going to fuck her here, in view of the beach and in
the face of the storm.
"Fuck me, fuck me hard, as hard as you can.!" She
shifted her weight, freeing one hand to grab her
bruised and sore tits. As I slid home she pulled
hard, harder than I would have on her left nipple. As
my pubic bone crashed into her ass, she slid forward
scrapping her tender tits on the brick railing.
Another moan escaped her, followed by a slow building
chant, `fuck me, fuck me, Fuck Me, Fuck ME, FUCK
ME!!!" With each repetition I slammed in a hard as I
could, until she grabbed the wall with both hands and
reared back upright against me, limiting my ability to
thrust.
I wrapped my arms around her, crossing them and taking
each of her tits in hand. She screamed again, this
time because she had scrapped her nipple on the wall
and now I was twisting it. Releasing her nipple and
grabbing the whole tit instead, she started thrusting
back on my cock again. Acting just on instinct I
pinched her left nipple again, then placed my fingers
in her mouth.
Her mouth seemed confused at first, even as she was
thrusting back on my cock, but then she realized what
I was doing and began to eagerly suck my fingers
clean. When I took it out she grunted "More" so I
again squeezed her nipple, drawing out more of her
blood, and again I fed it to her.
"Ohghh, I need more, fuck me more, take me more, make
me your slut whore bitch!!"
The thunderstorm was right on us now, the rain had
started, the lighting was flashing, the thunder was so
loud you could not tell where the sound ended and the
trembling in you body began. The gushing of her cunt,
our sweat, the rain all mixed so that we were now
sliding against each other with almost no friction.
"Mine" Thrust. "You are MINE" Thrust. "My Whore"
Thrust. "Slut" Thrust
I was drunk with the power, the control this little
minx had given me! She was mine! My thing! My fuck
toy!
Then the thunder spoke again, and I heard. The
lightning flashed and I saw. I was MASTER, all the
power was MINE. MY WILL BE DONE!!!
I grabbed the back her head and pressed her down
again, down on the railing on top of the wall. This
time her tits when straight down on the wall, not
dragging. I had no idea if her eyes were open when I
pushed her, when her head and shoulders where placed
over the edge looking 14 floors down at a pool and
deck. I will never know at what point she realized
how far down it was.
What I do know is that at that very moment when the
momentum was the greatest, my cock slipped from her
cunt and on the next thrust went up her ass.
Again she screamed, and again the thunder, MY THUNDER
spoke, drowning her protests. "No, NOT there, get it
out, get it out!"
I had the power, the storm was mine, she was mine, she
wanted it to hurt and I had called in my storm to make
her feel what she wanted, what she needed.
She had nowhere to go, and no time to get there. I
was thrusting in her ass, yelling in her ear, "My
cunt, my bitch, my whore."
Before she could escape my invasion of her ass her
body betrayed her. Legs that had supported and
balances her body gave out to spasms. Arms that had
held he body in check on the wall collapsed, no longer
holding her back.
In the pounding rain the full length of my cock
traveled in and out of her ass. Any more sounds she
may have made where lost in the now raging storm. But
her body spoke. And it moved.
When her limp arm lifted her hand to her cunt, her
body said "I like this!"
When her fingers began to massage her clit, her body
said, "I want this!"
When I felt her fingers slide into her cunt, when her
knuckles were massaging the bottom of my cock from
inside her cunt, her body said. "I need this!"
When I felt her begin to shake, when I could see her
eyes rolled back and her mouth moving in the drowned
screams of her orgasm, I came. No porn start stuff
here, this was a primal, bury your cock to the hilt
and explode orgasm.
My cock slipped free of her now spread ass as she
turned and collapsed in the chair, still oblivious to
the storm. I stumbled backwards, into the bedroom
till my bed caught the back of my knees and I
collapsed there.
I could still feel the power, but it was fading. Like
the storm my power had risen and burned it self out.
Even as she dragged her self into the room, towards
me, crawling on the floor, I felt it going.
I took her head in my hands and looked at her
contented face and her glazed eyes. She smiled at me,
a smile of contentment, of rightness.
"How can I strip when I am so beat up?" Her question
was totally reasonable, and totally out of place now.
With the last of my power I looked her in the eye and
told her, "You need to suck my cock clean again."
As my slut did her work, an old saying came to my
mind: "You break it, you buy it." But I think she was
fixed.
Still, what the fuck is her name?
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