Cynic at the Strip Club - Sex Stories

Cynic at the Strip Club

... long, black hair and reached her scalp. He then pushed her head up to meet his. He began kissing her and this time she did not try to force him out of her mouth or bite him. He pulled a chunk of her hair and caused her neck to be exposed to him. Once again he was at her neck, but this time kissing lightly as he made his way down her chest and he began lightly sucking on her nipples. He reached his hand down to her panties and slid his fingers to her clit. She was slick. “Taylor don’t…” she moaned. He continued. He ran his fingers up and down her slit giving extra attention to the clitoris with the moisture from her vaginal opening. Soon the temptation was too much and he slid his finger inside her vagina. Alice gasped. He began to unbuckle his pants then Alice leaned up. Taylor’s eyes darted to the door than back to her. She hadn’t tried to escape. She pressed her hand against his chest. “Who are you?” she quietly asked. Her hands were so soft and small; he wanted to feel them around his cock. Taylor slid off his pants and under garments and his cock stood straight up. “I’m Taylor, and I’m going to fuck you senseless.” He said as he guided her hands from pressing against his chest and neck down his torso and to his cock. She stroked it a couple times then looked back up at him as though she was pondering what she should do. Taylor wasted no time and kissed her firmly as he pulled off her panties. He climbed on top of her as her legs went to either side of him, and he rubbed ...

... his member against her pussy. Much like the rest of her body, her pussy was warm and slick. Finally, he pushed his penis into her and felt her wet, warm pressure all around his cock. She inhaled sharply as he buried it in deeper. Taylor paused to look over the sight. There Alice lay with his penis in her in a backroom of a club, draped in blue light. It was beautiful. He pulled back out and pushed in again, Alice now breathing with his insertions. He continued rhythmically and watched her breasts jiggle with the movement. He reached out and pressed firmly on one of them. It was quite satisfying. Sweat was dripping down from his back and his head and landing on her body. Her perfect, translucent skin was now blushed, but it didn’t matter. He loved hearing her gasp his name each time he pushed a deep stroke. Her arms were outstretched holding onto the couch so that her head did not take the brunt of the motion. She had wrapped her legs around him and twisted her hips separate of his plunges. The sensation allowed his penis to feel different crevices of her vagina as his lower head dragged against her walls with each withdrawal. Taylor could feel Alice’s thighs were beginning to tighten against him, but he was nowhere near done with her yet. He pulled out and grabbed her from under her back. Without resisting she was astonishingly light. He roughly flipped her over the edge of the couch, and she arched her back. Cheer leading must have taught her good posture he thought with a ...