Cynic at the Strip Club - Sex Stories

Cynic at the Strip Club

... of the couch onto her face so hard that it made it very difficult for her to breathe. The muffled screams stopped. “If you keep screaming, I’ll have to choke you,” Taylor warned. Taylor’s full weight straddled her. She twisted and kicked her legs up, but his weight was too much. To show his seriousness he pressed his hand towards her neck. Her brows scrunched in as a tear rolled out of eye, bringing with it a black line from her eyeliner. She was breathing feverishly out of her nose, and even in the blue lighting he could see her cheeks were flushed. He adjusted her so that she was lying flat on the couch and he reached back and grabbed her genital area. His thumb pressed over her lingerie on her clit and his fingers scooping under her ass. He pressed upwards with his fingers and made his way in between her ass cheeks. It was relatively moist from being rubbed together as she tried to escape earlier. He drew his pointer finger to trace her asshole. “Mmgh!” Alice offered. Taylor shot her back a glare. She looked downwards. He looked back at her lower body. Her legs were sculpted, yet offered no resistance to his pervading fingers. He traced the pucker of her asshole once more than inched his finger slowly up her ass by working it slightly in and slightly out til he was half a finger in. She clenched around him. Her face was obstinate. While looking at her face he pulled out his finger quickly. Her eyes widen for a moment than went back to looking downcast. Taylor reached over ...

... her and began to dump the champagne on his finger, washing it off. After he was done, he lowered his face to hers. “Alice,” he cooed. He pulled the bra out of her mouth. Her lower lip quivered, but she bit it and looked into his eyes. “I want you.” He said. Then pressed his lips against hers and began kissing her heavily. She kept her tongue behind her teeth and kept her jaw shut, but Taylor did not care. He sucked on her lower lip and grabbed her breasts with his hands. He squeezed them firmly. Alice’s mouth parted and Taylor used this opportunity to press his tongue against hers. Her tongue tried to push his out of her mouth but it was too slippery and they only commenced a wet wrestle. She bit his tongue, but it was only lightly. Perhaps she didn’t want to be choked, Taylor thought, but pulled away at the notion of having his tongue bit off. Taylor moved down to her neck and started licking it slowly. He nibbled by her ears with just his gums, then moved more towards the nape and began biting and sucking her neck. Alice’s pelvis stirred a bit. Taylor deftly began massaging one of her nipples gently, while still sucking heavily on her neck. She pressed a little into him. Taylor let go of everything and took off his half unbuttoned shirt. He realized that his skin was on fire too. He pressed his naked chest against hers. He loved the way her soft skin pressed against his rough exterior. He began to grind his pelvis against hers. She pressed back. He put his hand through her ...