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If her fiancé ever found out what she was up to behind his back, he’d leave her for sure. She was greedy. She wasn’t about to leave him. She loved him too much to let him go. Loved the sex. Mmm. The sex. Oh how magnificent he was in bed, big long West Indian cock and all. But sometimes she needed more. Not emotionally. Sexually.
He was much younger than her, but he was good to her in and out of the sheets. He was adventurous and freaky—to a degree. Hell, he’d fucked her and her two sisters several times before things had changed, before her two sisters became all motherly and matrimonial on her.
And before her fiancé had caught feelings for her, and wanted her for himself.
Before life changed between her and sisters, they’d been sleeping with the same men since their freshman year in college. For years, their rules had been simple: the men they sexed had to be single, willing to fuck all three of them either together or separately, preferably together since that’s what turned them on; he had to be over the age of twenty-one; he needed to be able to orgasm more than one round; and, be open and honest about his sexual desires. Something Pain found most men unable to do.
The three freaky sisters had once shared a special sisterly bond like no others could. But Pain…well, she was a different kind of freak. She waved her freak flag a whole lot higher than her fiancé or her now two married sisters.
And she wasn’t ready to let go of it.
Pain coiled her whip, and stepped back. She put her right foot before her left and then released the whip with a quick snap. Oh how she loved the sound of it cracking. The Cum Master had told her how whips were good for pain, and good for bondage. She felt her sex swelling with lust at the thought of having this six-foot-something’s body wrapped in rope, his skin beautifully welted.
Tove Lo’s “Moments” played and Pain drew her arm back and lashed her whip, then swung it over her head, before snapping it to the floor again.
Eyeing the man of her momentary desires, she hooked her leg around a shiny steel pole and twirled herself around it, her hair flying out behind her. When she finally stopped swirling, she held onto the pole with one hand and leaned forward, and her ample cleavage spilled out over the top of her corset, displaying the tops of her luscious breasts.
Oblivious to everyone else in the room, Hazel Eyes licked his lips. And she returned the sensual gesture in kind. Leaning her back against the pole, she dropped her whip as the instrumental to Kendrick Lamar’s “Swimming Pools (Drank)” started playing and gyrated her hips to the beat, slowly sliding down the pole, opening and closing her legs, flashing her audience—particularly him, giving him peeks of her waxed cunt. She slid her thong over to one side and bared her clit, then ran a finger over her slit. She swirled her finger over it and stroked herself, closing her eyes and biting into her bottom lip, losing herself in the sensation.
She stuck a finger inside her slick cunt, then seductively stuck her wet finger inside her warm, lush mouth and sucked. Blood rushed to the cocks of every red-blooded man watching, imagining her mouth around them, her slick tongue licking over their balls.
She slowly slid her back up the pole, then spun around it. Gripping it with both hands, she adulated against it. Pressed the seam of her sex into it, holding her head back and sliding up and down, stimulating her clit, teasing her slit.
The men around the stage panted, but she stared and moved her body as if she were dancing for only him. Hazel Eyes. The man who had her pussy on fire with just his fiery gaze on her.
She slid the palm of her hand down over her flattened abdomen and slowly lowered it down over her thong, then between her legs. She threw her head back and half closed her eyes, her sultry mouth partly open as her hands roamed all over her body. She slowly turned and bent at the waist, giving all who watched a full-view of her gorgeous ass. She slapped it. Then shook it.
More men found their way up to the stage watching in lust-eyed amazement, their attention fixed on nothing else but her bare flesh, the visual breathtaking.
She stared over her shoulder—her hips rolling, her ass shaking, her wet arousal glistening the back of her cunt—with a fuck-me look that had mouths drooling, tongues wagging. She grabbed the pole again and swung her body around it, before hanging upside down from her knees. Hazel Eyes’ groin tightened at the lovely sight.
She wasn’t a stripper, by any means. But she and her sisters had once taken pole-dancing lessons and she’d made it her business to master the art.
By the time the instrumental version of The Game’s “Holy Water” started playing, Pain was floating on euphoria. She felt so free as she slinked her way up the pole, then leaned back and swung herself upside down, flashing onlookers a naughty smile.
She flipped upward, then slinked her away down and around the pole. Dropping down, she pumped her pelvis. Tempting him. Tempting them. Teasing him. Teasing them.
Skillfully, she eased herself to the stage’s floor, sprawling her body. She slowly parted her legs, bent her knees, and arched her back. Up. Down. Up. Down.
Then like a panther, she gracefully crawled her way over toward Hazel Eyes. Her soft fingertips brushed over his cheek, causing him to draw his tongue over his upper lip.
“You like what you see?” she said, her voice low and raspy. He wouldn’t have heard her over the pulsing music had she not had her lips flush to his ear.
He grinned.
“Yeah, baby. I love it.”
“You wanna lick my cunt again?”
He groaned, his dick throbbing, and eased his long tongue out of his mouth, flicking it. “Yeah, baby. Let me taste that sweet chocolate pussy.”
“Can I tongue your ass?”
“Aah, shit yeah, baby.”
“Can I punish you?”
He let out a low growl. “Hell yeah, baby. Punish me. Make me your bitch tonight.”
