The stripper and her fan - part 3

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The stripper and her fan...part 3

A Friday evening....a frenzied hurry to get to her. A breathless stagger out of the car. Car door slammed. Irritated at the challenging Friday eve traffic.


Fumbling for his wallet, not really looking where he was going. His thoughts on how tortuous the last few days had been.


That image of a body begging to be explored

touched

praised with kisses

licked slowly

savoured.

A body to be pleasured

a body to pleasure a hot blooded male.

And as he stepped into the confines and privacy of the club, his intent to book her for a private dance was not meant to be.


Her feeding of his addiction was to take another turn.

She took him by the hand

led him back to his car.

Pinned him against the side if his car with a soft soft gentle slow kiss.


Pinned him with her semi-clad body.


Pinned him with one leg wrapped round his.


Pinned him with taking his hands and placing them on her naked bottom...peaking from under her skimpy cloth of a dress.

She unzipped his cock

free stroking it.


Other hand in the nape of his neck

gentle pressure

pushing his mouth into hers.

She felt his warmth


he needed to cum.

All of a sudden she stepped away from him. He felt as if she had slapped him. Cold water thrown over him.

And Then.....she bent down....took his hardness in her hands and kissed the side of his shaft...all the way to the tip

One side then the other side. He so fucking wanted her to suck his cock.

HARD.

She knew...but opted to slither up onto her high heels kiss him deep


...again...that tongue!

And

Off she went.

FUCK. Crazy woman!

One day he would make her his....make her moan and beg......like he knew he would too.


(to be continued...)

RB.