Primal part four – rubbing his hard cock
Saturday, April 21st, 2007I honestly think she slipped first, but weather it was
cause or effect we will never know. Some how she
slipped and pressed on my balls and I bit her nipple.
As love bites go it was a bit hard. Not enough to
draw blood. Not the hardest I had ever bitten a
nipple. But defiantly not the lick she was expecting.
Neither her gasp, almost a whimper, nor her hands
flying from my cock to the sides of my head surprised
me. But grinding her cunt on my cock and squeezing my
head to her did. Suddenly I realized she was coming
while dry humping me.
When she finished I let go of her left nipple and
tried for her right.
“You hurt me.” She rubbed her nipple as she spoke, the
crinkled areola hiding my teeth marks.
“And you got off on it.” No way I was not calling her
on that one.
“Yes. Is that sick or what?”
“Or what. Its only sick if you are not doing
something you like. And you did like that.”
We both knew it was not a question.
“Ever leave here with a customer?”
“Not alone, no.”
“Your blond friend, the one you were fingering, does
she know how you like it?”
“no”
“Do you want her to see?”
“no” These last two answers had been barely audible
over the music. The stone cold professional that had
sat down with me before was gone.
“Well we are even. I’ve never picked up a girl in a
strip club before, and I don’t want my friends to see
us leave. But you are leaving with me.” Again, no
question was asked or answered. But she had started
rocking on my cock again. And this time all the heat
was not from friction.
