Whenever there's a window of time where no will will miss either of us, I go there or she comes here. I sit down in a chair. She puts on a song. I give her a dare: Bet she can’t give me a lap dance me so good that I cum hard just from her dancing…no hands, no mouth, no penetration. Just her, working her body all over my throbbing cock through my clothes however she wants, slowly getting harder and faster and filthier as she feels me grow for her in the moment. she wins if she forces me to drain myself just for her. i win if she gets off before me, going crazy on me like i'm a fucking mail-order toy, soaking me from the waist down. she gets so fucking wet.
Sometimes she's so good that I'll frantically undo my belt and yank my pants and boxers down my legs, just enough to squeeze her asscheeks around my cock with my palms. she instinctively grips my thighs for leverage as stabs her hips into me, grinding up and down my length to the beat. i thrust and move inside her ass to match her, telling her how bad i want her to drench my cock in her sweat and juice.
The last time she won, I came so hard up against her back dimples that it shot halfway up her spine. just paused with her back still to me, all slick and arched and red from my handprints, heaving from panting mixed with moans out of her control. she asked me to grab her hair and pull it back while she sat, patiently waiting to feel my thick load travel back down her back in beads.
When she wins, she gets what she wants. We switch places. She gets into the chair and knocks her knees open. I drop down on mine and force my tongue inside her, moving out to flick it in tight circles around her clit before I chew on it, then suck it into my mouth hard like i'm taking a breathalyzer. soon, she's slamming her pussy into my face as she pushes me harder against her by the back of my head. when i taste her getting close, i'll focus all my eating on her clit, moaning as I snack and working my fingers into her until she shrieks and drips into my mouth.
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what is it about a girl who loves to give lap dances that gets me so worked up?
it’s a lot of things.
the anticipation the second she demonstrates she wants complete control, guiding me over to a chair or shoving me down on the edge of a bed.
the idea that she, and she alone, has the power to get me rock fucking hard in this moment. and how knowing that immediately starts to get her wet.
the simple yet insanely hot little things.
hands gripping knees, working her ass up, down and around my throbbing cock, one with the bass. slow, flirty and gentle at first, but nastier and more forceful as she realizes how much she craves me inside her. a little playful chatter maybe, but her hips are doing most of the talking. she peeks back over her shoulder and shoots me the filthiest, cockiest little look, grinning a bad girl grin that says “I know I’m fucking good.”
turning around to face me, straddling my lap and dragging her dripping lips against my zipper over my pants. she’s so wet I instantly feel her soak through three layers of fabric. the slutty showoff skirt she’s wearing is riding up around her waist, giving me the chance to grip her ass so hard I’ll leave fingerprints. As she sighs and softly moans into my ears and against my neck, i guide her writhing body to the music, thrusting up into her to match every yearning grind.
she grabs the back of my head and shoves my face hard into her sweaty tits, and i instinctually start to lick, bite, suck and drool all the skin I can fit into my mouth as arches her back and slams her hips deeper and sharper and harder into mine.
the second neither of us can wait another second, she impatiently yanks my pants down and greedily grabs for my aching, twitching cock, squeezing and stroking it as she moves to sit down right where she wants. leave those drenched panties on…yank them to the side and let me fucking IN.
this is the best sex EVER — a continuation of the dance, except now every single one of her rhythmic hip swivels is met by me sinking deeper and deeper into her with everything i got. forehead to forehead. sweat and spit everywhere. Heavy exhales become curses, curses become uncontrollable moans. fucking otherworldly.
hands on her hips, squeezing for the best grip as I fill her up. hands on her tits, pinching and slapping and pulling them so hard against my face I can’t breathe. and my favorite: one hand snapping her head back by her hair, the other fingering her ass hard as fast as she rides.
i pull her against me close as she cums, squirming and screaming uncontrollably while our slick steaming skin heaves and slaps and sticks together. then it’s my turn, and she gets to pick where. all over her face while she’s kneeling between my legs, eagerly licking and sucking me to finish. all over her stomach and tits. coating the insides of her thighs so she can watch it slowly drip down her legs. wherever and whatever the fuck she wants.
It’s a little late and I’m a little drunk when I find myself flying solo in a dark, hot, crowded club my friends dragged me to. Guess they finally got so wasted and dipped unannounced. Fine with me — all night, all I’ve really wanted to do is find a girl who wants to dance with me the way I want to dance with her.
I’m crossing the dance floor toward the bar to grab another drink when someone grabs my wrist and insists I turn around. Without saying a word she presses her back into my chest, gently winding her hips as the intoxicating bass line of “Ass Drop” starts pumping out of the speakers. As the beat kicks into gear, my new friend, poured into suffocating cutoffs and an equally tiny black tank, dips and grabs her knees, teasing my zipper while she peeks at me over her shoulder.
THIS is what I’ve been craving. Finding her waist, I hook my thumbs through her belt loops, yanking her closer as she drags her beautifully thick ass, barely contained by denim, up and down my rapidly growing cock. There's no question she feels it. The harder I get, the nastier she grinds, faster and faster until we're nearly fucking her through our clothes.
She snaps back up, turns around, straddles one of my legs and starts riding hard to the beat, working her thigh in rhythmic circles against my swelling cock so perfectly I start twitching against her hot skin. She snakes a hand around the back of head and forces my ear down to her mouth. I run my fingers down the small of her back and into her shorts, gripping her ass to help her grind me even harder. She’s not wearing panties.
“I need you inside me. NOW,” she whispers, running her tongue along the back of my ear.
Grabbing me by the wrist again, she pulls me around the DJ booth to a nondescript door, opening it and shoving me inside. It’s a storage closet that’s empty, save for a waist-high stack of boxes, some cans of paint, and a dimming lightbulb dangling from the ceiling.
I scoop her up and she instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. In one motion, I lurch forward and slam her back against the door to close it, pinning her tight while I suck and bite and drool all over her collarbones and neck. She braids her hands around my head as I rip both sets of straps down her shoulders to get at her sweaty chest. I work her black lace bra down with my teeth far enough to expose the very tops of her nipples, which I taste and drench with my tongue before greedily gnawing on them.
I hear and feel her moaning, her hips slamming on my belt buckle as I chew on her heaving tits. She drops her feet to the floor. I unbutton the shorts that got me into this situation and peel them off her like shrinkwrap. They’re soaked, from both sweat and the juices that started seeping out of her seconds after we met.
I undo my pants and drop them, free my insanely throbbing cock and immediately move to ram myself inside her, but she stops me. Without saying a word, she walks over to the stack of boxes, rests her elbows on top and kicks her legs out in a V. The DJ’s just put on “Play,” and we can hear it, slightly muffled, through the walls. She starts twerking hard, perfectly on beat, giving me a peek of her swollen pink pussy with every slutty jiggle. She looks back over her shoulder again.
“Fuck me as hard as you fucking can.”
Two steps across the room, pants and boxers still bunched at my ankles, and I’m there. Usually I start slow, but that’s not what she requested. She shrieks as I plunge every last rock-hard inch of me inside her, gripping her sharp hip bones as I rail her from behind.
“That’s it. That’s fucking it. HARDER,” she ekes out between labored breaths. I bunch up her long, drenched hair in my fist and yank her head back, pushing my other hand down on the small of her back to give myself some leverage. I’ve got an amazing angle now, so I speed up to as fast as I can possibly go. The sound of our skin slapping sounds like whip cracks, and I feel her legs start to quiver. I pound her dripping pussy with every last ounce of force I’ve got, craving her hot cum all over my raw cock.
Seconds later, her body violently trembles and contorts, her pussy lips constricting as she lets out an unbelievably carnal scream. “I know what you fucking want,” she states right after, without turning around. The DJ’s just cued up “Act Right,” and she seamlessly transitions back into dance mode, except this time she working her ass to the music with my primed cock buried all the way inside her. The filthy moves that first got my attention have a new purpose now: coaxing her thick, hot reward out of my aching balls.
“Cum inside me. Fill me up all the way,” she commands over her shoulder, locking her eyes into mine as she braces against the boxes and throws her entire body into it, pumping my cock to the bass while I stand and watch her work. “Fucking GIVE it to me.”
A satisfied smile spread across her wet, reddened face as she feels my first burst, and I instinctively lean all my weight on her as I pump every single drop of an enormous, head-spinning load inside her, grunting and panting. I pull out, dizzy euphoric, but she doesn’t move a muscle.
“I know you want to see,” she declares proudly, and once again she’s right. Still bent over and shaking her ass to the music, I watch as a thick strands of my milky seed slowly roll down the insides of her thighs.
“Mine to keep,” she announces matter-of-factly as she picks up her sopping cutoffs, smearing my still-steaming cum back up her legs as she yanks them back up. Without another word, she casually runs her fingers through her hair, readjusts her bra, turns the doorknob and disappears back into the crowd.
