True Love
1237 Words
Who says love conquers all?
I would like to meet that person just once and rips their faces off.
I was in love once. With a man as beautiful as the sky and eyes as dark as night.
He didn't love me but I felt his affection and I was so blinded by his fondness that I couldn't see it.
He was my favorite customer and soon he became my only customer.
Night after night he would come to the club, asking for only me and no one else.
I always walked to that private room with my head held high and blue lace thong strapped in place by garters.
He loved them.
I would open the door and he would be behind it.
Seated on the couch that took up most of the space.
His suit jacket discarded somewhere far in the room and the first few buttons of his white dress shirt opened down to his smooth and hard chest. His tie would be hung loosely around his neck and his sexy long legs would be wide open. His jet black hair would be out of his man bun, some stray locks on his face while the rest fell on his shoulders. His bronze skin would glitter under the lights, a light sheen of sweat on them.
The bulge will be obvious and in the next second, my thong is soaked just because of the view.
"Green," he always call out my name in a breathless whisper...I loved it, just as I loved him.
I would give him my best sultry smile and take slow and sensual steps towards him.
He would lean forward, eager to get closer, eager to touch me but yet enjoying the wait, enjoying the tension I created.
His bulge would twitch but he would not touch it. He knows that's my job, he knows it's my favorite part of the night.
"Good evening Mr. Horacio," I would say huskily, at that time, I'm already next to the pole.
I would hold it, a sigh escaping my lips as the coldness comes against my skin.
My second hand would take a hold of the pole as well, my legs would cling to it and I would rub my crotch against the cold metal. A moan slipping past my lips as the sensations rack through me.
"Beautiful" he would say as I give him the most sensual and seductive dance I know. Hips rolling, legs twisting, sometimes I'm upside down and sometimes I'm sideways. He would grin whenever I switched positions like that.
I would finally stop when I'm covered in sweat and I'm panting slightly. Then I would make my way to him and my favorite part of the night.
I would squat down slowly in front of him and run my hands up and down his strong thighs.
He would groan.
Oh, that sexy sound would leave his chest. I would reach for his stomach just to feel the vibrations.
Then my hands move back down, slowly coming to his belt as I unbuckle it and pull it out of his trousers.
Unzip.
Pull down.
Stare.
I would always pull down his trousers together with his briefs and in a few seconds or less, his hardened member would be in from of me and I would plant a soft kiss on the bulbous head of the monster he has in his pants.
Soon his hands would be buried in my red hair on reflex and he would pull my face deeper down.
I would suck in a deep breath and then out him in my mouth. No strain whatsoever. I was used to him and his body. My body was now accustomed to his and made for his.
I would hollow my cheeks and suck deeply, moaning whenever his grip on my hair became tighter. Wetting my panties until there's nothing left of it.
I would move up and down, until he is a groaning mess beneath my lips.
He would always stop me right before his climax. Pulling me up with a growl and a sort of self restraint I've always been shocked with.
"Take it off!"
He would rub a finger up and down my thong, stimulating my clit and making my legs shake with excitement.
I wouldn't waste anytime.
Everything comes off. The thong, the bra, the garters, until I am completely bare in front of him.
Then he would grab my thighs and pull me closer to him.
Make me straddle him and sit directly on his hardened member.
I would throw my head back and move my hips in a rhythm I couldn't understand. it was hot against me and I wanted more of it.
He would hold me in place and stop me from moving, then he'll slid his thickness into my and let out a shudder that would rock my entire body as well.
"f**k!" he would always hiss.
"So f*****g wet!" He'd say.
Then he'd grab my ass and move in forward, slamming into me hard.
I would wince and moan, it would hurt a bit but in a pleasurable way. A kind of pain that made me want more.
He would slam into me again and then let go of my ass, leave me to do all the work.
Which I enjoyed.
I would roll my hips, throw my head back, bounce my ass. Anything to make him happy.
Then he would growl, drunk from pleasure. He would hold my back and pull me close, bite into my neck and let out the softest
"Youre so f*****g sweet,"
Then my thighs would shake and my walls would begin to tighten. He would lose control and start moving me himself, going in and out of me fast and hard, like a mad man in a desert, looking for water and craving sanity.
I would claw at his back, moan, scream, cry...too overwhelmed by the sensations he was giving and what was to come.
I would always reach my climax before him, crying into his shoulders as I released and my walls clenching so tight around him. Once that happened, he would let out a guttural groan and empty himself inside of me, still slamming into me hard as he does it. Hitting that spot over and over again until I see stars. I would have another orgasm and he would calm down from his. Moan as my walls clench tight around him again and then pump a few more times into and against me.
"I love you..." I would whisper in his ears, drunk from a lust filled high. He would inhale, hug me tighter but stay silent.
Then the night would be over and he would bring me down from his body. clean up. Get dressed and bring out a thick wad of cash from his pocket.
"Thank you for tonight, Green," he would say with that breathtaking smile of his.
"I'll see you next week,"
He would plant a kiss on my forehead and then leave the private room. As always.
He never says it back. no matter how many times I say it to him.
He doesn't love me.
Love doesn't conquer s**t.
In the end, nothing will ever change between us. I would keep being his mistress, a stripper who is his mistress.
And he would keep being my favorite customer.
How long will we keep doing this?
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