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Oh god!
His touch felt so good. I placed both against the wall and spread my legs further apart, the better to give him access to my pussy. His tongue never ceased its slow torment, pressing it against my tight hole, seeking entry, only to pull back with a series of light licks.
My nipples were hard pebbles that ached, a sure sign that an orgasm was coming. Long locks hung down my face, moving in exaggerated time to the way I tossed my head with the pleasure he caused.
His thumb never moved, so I began to move against it, working in time with his tongue, savoring the way his digit grazed against my swelling clit.
Oh fuck. I was so close.
My breath began to come in ragged pants, and my hips began to buck of their own volition. My moans were loud now, unrestrained by any need to behave myself for him. I was now simply a creature of pure desire.
Somehow, he knew that, because he stood and pushed into me, the hard, thick length of his cock filling me so abruptly, stretching my virgin walls, that I cried out as the pleasure of my orgasm tore through my body.
I leaned against the wet tiled wall for support, my knees weak from the sensation as my body heaved with pleasure. He began to move in and out of me, purposefully denying me of any relief from the powerful sensations coursing through me through his own actions. It was driving me towards a new orgasm.
The worst and best part of it all was that he seemed totally immune to this intoxicating pleasure that we had achieved. I tried to outlast him but never even came close. By the time he so much as broke a sweat I was begging for another orgasm...for the second time.
As I clutched the tiled wall, my pussy throbbed with need and pleasure, the smell of sex mingling with the hot mist of the shower and I wondered how did he know how to manipulate my body like this? I didn't really care, as long as I came again.
He moved within me slowly, deliberately, using his cock to stroke my inner walls, skirting the limits of my receding orgasm, denying me of any break in the sensation while avoiding over stimulation.
Fuck it felt so good and I needed release now but it was clear he wasn't going to give it to me. With one hand on my clit, his index finger now firmly on top of my swollen clit, and his other on my hip for support, he was well positioned to torment me like this for hours. I knew that regardless of what my body craved, he would be perfectly content to keep me in this post-orgasmic state for another hour, until I had been reduced to a whimpering wreck, begging for release.
His finger tapped my clit a few times and I swear I saw stars. Fuck it felt incredible but I needed to come again. But here, now, with his cock buried to its hilt in my wet sopping cunt, my ears full of the sound of my own gasps and moans, his hands on me, guiding me around the sweet release of my own pleasure rather than to it, I knew that I could not achieve that relief.
My body ached and shivered with delight that he was deliberately denying my release. He was showing me how to completely surrender myself to him.
That he controlled my body in every way, just with a single touch. I rested my face against the cool tile and realized there was only one thing left to do in order to get release.
Beg.
My eyes flew open as the sunlight clawed its way into my consciousness, forcing myself out of my dream. Jesus Christ! I'd been fucking dreaming again, entranced with the most exciting sex I had ever had. I smiled in my pillow, this one had been one hell of a dream and my panties were sopping wet. I had come in my sleep. Damn it. These dreams had been taking up occupancy in my mind now since I had seen the auction room. That girl on display for all to see.
It was time that I got a fucking grip on reality or I was going to lose my mind!
**
Six months later not much had changed at the Club V location in Jersey. I was still going in every day that I had a shift, running the bar when Suzy wasn’t there and running it with her when she was. We were a dream team as far as the management was concerned and both of us had seen great raises over the time we had spent there.
“I’m not sure how I’ll ever move on to a job in the corporate world. They don’t tip you there, do they?” Suzy asked with a laugh and a frown.
“They might not tip you, but sometimes you get a company car if you’re really well behaved. Oh, and Christmas bonuses!”
“Okay, now it’s sounding better.”
“But in that setting people aren’t allowed to put $50 between your breasts. Or if they do, you get to take them to court and turn it into $500,000.”
Suzy laughed again. “Seriously, Samara, you’re selling me on this corporate life.”
“Ladies, it is not all it’s cracked up to be,” Tommy Rollins chimed in from the other side of the bar. “No matter what it looks like, trust me, there is another side to t
he story. You know, you think you see all these people…all these people that crowd in here every weekend, and you think they’ve got it all. I’ll tell you what. These people ain’t got Jack Shit.”
Tommy Rollins, top investment banker, was drunk at my bar for the fifth time in as many weeks. I didn’t know what was up with the guy, as I had been trying to limit my personal conversations with him, but it was clear that something wasn’t working out for him either at home or at work. I guessed it was the latter and I didn’t want to ask. He was involved with a lot of very important people and on the off chance that something related to his business was about to go south, I didn’t want to end up in a situation where I had to testify as to what Tommy Rollins had revealed while sitting on a bar stool.
“No one in here has nothing…” his words were slurring together. “Maybe you two,” he said as he turned back to Suzy and I and regarded us thoughtfully. “Yeah, if I had to guess I would say that you two are probably the richest people in here. You got a family you love?”
Suzy was moving on to another customer and not taking the bait. It left me to deal with Tommy alone.
