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If it’s her–it has to be her. Ineedit to be her.
If this woman isn’t Natalia, I have no reason to continue doing this. No reason to keep following her, watching her, paying for her company. No excuse to find a way to capture her and use her.
“Do you want me to come on the stage?” she asks, hovering in front of me as her fingers make slow, torturous circles around her clit, her voice thick with pleasure. “I can sit there, spread open for you, so you can seeeverythingas I come. Every clench and spasm–”
Fuck. Oh god, fuck–My cock jerks, and for a moment, I think I’m going to lose control, just at the thought of watching her perfect pussy clenching around her fingers as she comes.
“Or–” she breathes, so close that I could touch her if I wanted to, if I wereallowedto. The thought makes me feel almost feral, grating at me that I can’t have what I want, take it, that I have to keep playing this game with her.If we were really alone right now, you wouldn’t be teasing me like this.
“I can do this–” She moves closer, one heeled foot suddenly on the couch next to my hand, her pussy inches from my face. Her folds spread open like a flower as she opens her thighs, her fingers scissoring around her clit for a moment, so I can see it, slick and hard. “You can watch while I do this–”
Two fingers of her other hand circle her entrance, and this close, I can hear the sound of how wet she is. My throat tightens, my cock close to bursting, and my mind feels thick with fog, withneed. I can smell the sweet scent of her, and I can’t think past how aroused I am.
“If you pay,” she breathes, and I nod before I can even really make a decision. I need toseeher come, to hear it, to breathe in her scent as she orgasms, and I would pay any amount of money.
“Yes,” I groan. “Double again. Slide your fingers inside yourself, Athena, and let me watch you come for me.”
She gives me a sultry smile, but I can see something victorious in it. It should piss me off, knowing I’ve been toyed with, played, but it only turns me on more. She’s only giving as good as she’s getting, and the fact that she’s a match for me, that she isn’t letting me manipulate her so easily, is driving me insane with want.
Her fingers slip into her wet pussy, and I’m flooded with the memory of watching her, of her ass in the air as she slammed her fingers into herself from behind, grinding against her hand. Her foot braces against the couch, her hips swaying as she thrusts her fingers upwards, her other two still circling her clit, and I hear her breathy moan.
“I’m so close–yes–” She lets out another gasp, and then she drops down, her knee next to my arm as she straddles my lap. My hands are suddenly trapped at my sides by her legs, held prisoner as she hovers over me, her hand that’s fingering herself just above my cock. She bounces on her own fingers, her expression taut with pleasure as her wide blue eyes stare down into mine, her perfect, full lips parted.
“I’m going to come,” she moans. “I’m going to come on your fucking cock, yes–oh!”
It’s so fucking easy to imagine. The way she’s hovering over me, the way I can feel the impact of her fingers inside her tight, hot pussy, the rhythm of her stroking her clit. It’s almost as if I’m fucking her, and as she arches her back, her thighs squeezing against my arms as she throws her head back, I know I’m going to lose it.
“I’m coming! Oh god, I’m coming–” She cries out, her entire body shuddering above me, nothing touching me except her legs against my arms, but in my mind, I canfeelit, her tight inner depths clenching around my straining cock, rippling,squeezing.
My cock spasms, losing control as I groan, spurting hot cum without ever having been touched. I hear her moaning as my cock jerks and shudders, my orgasm coming with hers. I feel the heat of her release soaking into the fabric of my pants, too, intensifying my pleasure. She grinds above me, thrustingagainst her hands, and my cock keeps spurting cum, my fingers clenched against the couch. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can see is the gorgeous woman undulating above me, lost in the pleasure of an orgasm that I know beyond a shadow of a doubt is real. All I can feel is the loss of control as I come without having been touched for the first time since I was a fucking teenager.
I’m still fucking hard,I realize in disbelief as she goes still, her body giving one last shudder before she gracefully slips off of my lap, her hands sliding out from between her thighs. No other part of her body touches me, and she steps backward, her eyes flicking to my lap.
“You can leave the money there,” she says, nodding towards the table to the right of the stage. “The time is up.”
There’s a wicked, victorious gleam in her eyes. For a moment, I want to lurch across the room and throttle her, wrapping my hands around her slender neck and squeezing until she learns what it means to wonder if she’ll ever breathe again.
Instead, I stand up, feeling the wet fabric of my pants clinging to my groin and thighs as I fish my wallet out. I pull the money out, throwing it down on the table.
“I’ll see you again,” I murmur, my voice low. I think I see her flinch as I stride out.
Good.
I slam the door behind me as I stride into the bathroom, furious with myself.
You had a chance, and you threw it away, you fucking idiot!I glare at my reflection in the mirror, teeth gritted, gripping the edge of the black lacquer countertop.You could have paid her to talk, and instead, you paid to watch her come.
She would have only given me bullshit, anyway. It wasn’t worth it.
You could have read between the lines! Tried to catch her slipping up! Instead, all you could do was think with your fucking cock. A wasted opportunity.
I clench my teeth so hard I feel my jaw pop, holding back a scream. I’m still fucking rock-hard, and it takes everything in me not to slam my fist into the mirror.
She’d played me exactly as she was meant to, and I’d fallen for it. Even now, I want to go back into that fucking room and repeat the experience. I’ve never seen any woman so beautiful, never met any woman who made me so fucking hard, who made me feel like I was fucking drowning in the scent of her, desperate to see her come for me.
If she’s Natalia, she’s going to fucking regret this.
I pivot on my heel, throwing open the door to one of the stalls and stepping inside, slamming it behind me. I jerk open the damp fly of my jeans, the scent of her cum and mine mingled together, filling the small space as I yank out my hard cock, my fist closing around it. It’s slick with cum, and I stroke furiously, my teeth gritted to the point of pain as I scream at myself internally, squeezing my cock in a punishing grip.
