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“So stretch that pussy for me now, sweet girl, show me how much you love it.”
I pushed my fingers inside as far as they could go, and I could feel his cock, sweet fuck how I could feel it. “Shit, Jason, I’m coming. Oh fuck, I’m coming...”
“Bounce those fucking tits, Gemma, that’s right. You’re a beautiful fucking dirty girl, Gemma, and you’re mine, all fucking mine.”
“Jason... fuck me... fucking fuck me!”
He bucked and he groaned and slapped his balls against my fat ass, and he loved it, he fucking loved it. Shackled tight to the bed with my plump fucking pussy milking him dry, it was so fucking good.
He came hard, straining in his chains, and twitching as he shot his load inside me. I could feel the jerk of his cock against my fingers, and it was pure bliss.
“Lick those fingers clean like a good girl.”
My eyes were glazed, heart racing as I slipped my dirty fingers in my mouth.
I met his gaze with a smile.
And then I made my dirty bad stranger lick my dirty pussy clean.
Every last fucking drop.
***
Epilogue
Gemma
I stepped out into the spotlights, the room just a blur of shadow beyond the stage. I knew he was out there, watching. I could feel his eyes.
I waited for the music, confident in just a gauzy babydoll. The soft white fabric contrasted the sprinkle of freckles on my shoulders... my thighs… my heavy tits. I stood proud, swaying as the intro kicked in, a sensual harmony, deep and primal. I looked to the beautiful girl at my left, the sparkle in her chocolate eyes. She was smiling, and so was I.
I was ready for this.
Cara took my hand, and together we moved, around and around the pole in a fluid game of chase until she lifted her body up and away. I mirrored her position, the metal of the pole tight between my thighs as I arched my back, trailing autumn curls towards the ground. I could feel the ridge of the steel against my clit, the thrum of excitement like electricity zipping through my nipples.
Cara twisted and lowered herself, coming to rest in an artistic sixty-nine; her body, and mine, and the pole between us. We moved to the beat, slowly, sensuously, as the spotlights danced.
She dropped to the floor, flipping herself upright on dainty legs, while I danced for my shadowy Jason, losing myself in the beat.
I’d been nervous in practice, non-committal, but on stage it was different. I was ready.
I tugged at the ribbon of my babydoll, letting my tits fall free with only nipple tassels for modesty. The crowd roared, urging me on as the beat picked up. I was dancing, free, alive...
The heat of a hundred pairs of eyes burned hot on my skin, butmyeyes were all for Jason. I knew where he was, I could feel him there.
I could feel his dirty friends, too, feel the pulse of their dicks in their jeans as they drooled over the promise of what was to come.
My dirty Jason and his dirty fantasies... my dirty fantasies...ourdirty fantasies.
I couldn’t get enough.
A final twirl and the crowd were on their feet. Applause and whistles, and the heady musk of sex in the air.
Club Explicit. Haven for dirty bad people just like us.
I loved it here.
“I loved it,” I buzzed. “I loved being on stage here, Jason. Loved it!”
