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Pharaoh’s Lounge

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“I’ll take a deluxe bacon cheeseburger with fries and a double Stoli martini on the rocks.”

The corner of my mouth curled in a smile as I listened to Jack’s order. Some things never change. I turned to the waitress.

“I’ll have the Chef’s Salad, please, and a sparkling water with lime,” I said.

Jack leveled his gaze at me and smirked.

“I don’t know about your generation, son. Your father never would have ordered rabbit food and water for lunch. What’s the world coming to?”

My yearly lunch with Jack always started this way: bemoaning the good old days. Our family printing business had been buying paper from Jack for several decades now and he insisted on taking me out to lunch once a year, as he had done with my now-deceased father for years. He was usually sloshed by the time our lunch ended, but he was always good for some juicy gossip.

His territory was all of New England so he had a pretty good feel for what was going on in the region and never ceased to amuse me with the his tales from the road. He was well into his second martini when he imparted some information that certainly set my course for the following week.

“Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. Remember that young lady, Amber, that worked for you several summers ago? That cute one with the incredible ass?”

Yes, I certainly remembered Amber. She had only worked for one summer before going off to college. She was a gorgeous young lady and had turned quite a few heads that summer, including mine.

“Of course I remember her. She went off to URI and I haven’t heard from her since. Why do you ask?”

Jack leaned in as he always did when he had a juicy tidbit to impart.

“Well I saw her last week in a strip club in downtown Providence. She didn’t remember me, but I never forget an ass. She goes by the name of Angel and she gave me one of the most incredible lap dances I’ve ever had. And I’ve had a few.”

At close to 250 pounds it was hard to believe a stripper would even be able to find Jack’s lap, but I had no doubt his voracious appetite for life included sex. I was intrigued by this information, however, and wanted to learn more without looking overly interested. I didn’t have to worry. The alcohol had Jack’s tongue flapping and he continued on his diatribe.

“Ronnie, that girl has the most incredible body and face, but her ass, holy shit, her ass is perfection. She’s still in school and stripping to pay tuition. Thankfully, for schmoes like me, she needs dough. I think I paid for a couple expensive textbooks the other night. ”

“Where’d you see her?” I asked innocently.

“Pharaoh’s Lounge. Great club downtown. Good food, very sexy dancers, and a VIP lounge where the girls get pretty frisky. Jesus, to touch that sweet ass was like heaven, I’m telling you. I used to check her out that summer she worked for you. What a treat to find her there. I gotta get back to Rhode Island again soon.”

He looked off wistfully as he took a huge swig, finishing off his second martini in one huge gulp. I might have to find an excuse to visit Providence myself, I thought, but I didn’t share that information with Jack. His mouth was much too big.

Amber. We hire summer kids every year to help us run errands and do odd jobs. I knew her parents casually and her father had inquired one spring as to whether his daughter might be able to earn some money that summer for her impending first year of college. I knew the answer to that question as soon as she walked through the door for the interview.

Amber was eighteen at the time, but had the demeanor of a young lady that wasn’t too innocent. She had one of those body types I love: slender, but curvy; the curves coming from her bone structure as opposed to body tissue. Her heritage was Mexican Indian and German, which gave her an exotic look with smooth brown skin and dark expressive eyes.

She had an amazing body and she knew it. Her breasts weren’t large, but were beautifully proportioned to her slender body. Her graceful neck, slender arms and long lean legs all added up to an incredible package for a young lady just finishing high school.

But it was her ass that was the crowning touch. I wouldn’t be exaggerating to say that Amber had a perfect ass. And her ass in motion, walking across a room say, was a sight to behold. She loved to wear tight jeans to show off her butt and she knew how good she looked in them.

Now I love women. I love their body shapes and sizes, their variety and their movements. Name a body part, I love it. Nice breasts, long legs, slender necks and taut stomachs – I love it all. But if there is one part of a woman that is always the first thing I look at, it’s the ass. In my book if a woman has a beautiful rear end, then all the rest is good. Her tits can be big, small or medium-sized; her hair can be black, brown, or blond; her skin can be white, black or anything in between. But as long as she’s got a nice ass, then I’m attracted.

It’s not just the ass that I find attractive. It’s the way the ass moves when a woman walks or the way it protrudes when she stands a certain way. To me the ass is the center of the womanly universe and the rest of her body radiates from there. Okay, call me obsessed, but that’s the way it’s always been for me.

And Amber? Well she had one of the best asses I had ever seen – anywhere. She drove us all wild that summer, well, at least me. She’d wear these skin-tight, low-riding jeans that hugged every curve, accentuated her sultry shape and exposed a sexy hint of smooth flesh. Some days she’d wear short skirts or mini-dresses to show off her slender bronze legs. When she walked her hips swayed and her ass cheeks did a little swiveling dance that I could never get enough of. I used to fantasize what it would be like to see her walk naked; to watch her pert little butt bounce as she sashayed before me; to fuck her from behind as her tight ass bounced with each thrust.

And, as I said, her ass just led to all the other exquisite parts of her body. Her toned thighs, her flat stomach, her pert little pussy, were all one with her ass. To say I was obsessed might be too strong a term. But finding out Amber was working in a strip club certainly got my attention.

I did my research that night on the computer. I found Pharaoh’s Lounge had a website that listed their dancers. Sure enough, Amber, or Angel as she was known there, worked three nights a week including Sundays. I travel to Providence occasionally so I found an excuse to go the following Sunday. I made reservations at the Biltmore Hotel, an upscale downtown hotel and an easy walk to the club. I was taking a chance that this was all a wild goose chase, but I figured I didn’t have anything to lose. Worst case is I’d spend an evening hanging out in a strip club.

I headed down the next Sunday afternoon, checked into my hotel and double-checked the club’s website. By all accounts, Angel would be working the early shift – noon to 8pm. I had a light snack and headed over to the club around 6:30. I wanted to give myself some time to get acclimated and figure out my approach for greeting Amber.

Pharaoh’s Lounge is a typical strip club. It looked a little seedy on the outside, but the parking lot was full this particular evening and the bright neon lights advertised the allure of what went on inside the windowless box of a building. I walked inside, paid a ten-dollar entry fee and headed through a beaded curtain into a dark room. It took my eyes a few minutes to adjust as I slowly circled the central stage and found a seat a few rows back.

There was a dancer onstage strutting her stuff and half-naked waitresses running around serving drinks. The music was loud, punctuated by an obnoxious DJ announcing who was onstage and who was next. His rap between songs was lame, but I didn’t care. I was on a mission and I sat down, ordered a beer and surveyed the crowd. It wasn’t too crowded after all and only a few of the patrons sat up close to the stage.

To the back of the club was a neon sign denoting the “VIP Lounge”. Several dancers circulated the club, leaning down to speak to the customers and trying to lure them into the back for a lap dance. Pharaoh’s was supposed to have excellent lap dances, according to Jack, and I was looking forward to doing a little research of my own.

“And now ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the lovely Angel!”

My eyes were now riveted front and center as a diminutive figure climbed up on the stage. Her 5′-3″ frame was elongated by a pair of 4 inch stiletto heels with straps that wrapped seductively around her slender ankles. Her bronze skin shone golden in the spotlight and her long wavy brown hair glistened as she flipped it over her shoulder.

She was wearing what I guess could be called a mini-dress. It was skin tight, royal blue and fit her like a second skin. Her smallish breasts strained against the silky material and the bottom of the dress barely covered her pert ass. That incredible ass was now on the stage, twitching as she walked to the brass pole and swung around in one of those one-handed moves that showed she was no newcomer to this stage.

I was riveted to her performance, as was everyone else in the room. She moved in sync to the electronic beat, her body at one with the rhythm and pulse of the music. She never lost eye contact with the crowd, showing off her body while looking in earnest at her likely suitors. She’d lock in a patron’s stuperous gaze and smile with a subtle hint of seduction. I was far enough back to be out of her range, but I was drawn in, nevertheless. I knew that once her stage show was over there would be guys crawling all over themselves to be with her. I knew I would have to act quickly.

She turned her back to the crowd, grabbed the pole and stuck her ass back toward her drooling admirers. As she arched her back, her sweet little buns slowly emerged from the tight short dress that wrapped her hips. Suddenly her beautiful ass was protruding and bouncing to the beat pulsating from the speakers. A slim strip of fabric bisected her buttocks and showed that she wore a thong for modesty sake. It cupped her mons and bulged with the sweet flesh barely hidden beneath. It tucked tightly into the deep round crevice of her ass and emerged at the top of her buttocks as it stretched thinly over her curvy hips.

Then she got on her knees, the dress rode up past her waist and she lifted her sweet butt cheeks into the air as she leaned forward and rested her head and arms on the floor. She reached between her legs, pulled the thong to one side and, for the first time, exposed her sweet wet pussy to the selected few that had the appropriate vantage point. She bobbled her butt in the air, a blatant call for attention to anyone that wanted to pursue this fantasy once she’d left the stage. There wasn’t a guy in the place that wasn’t thinking what it would be like to plow their dicks into her from behind. A crude thought, yes, but very true.

She moved with an assuredness and grace that exuded confidence. She knew she looked good and she obviously enjoyed showing off her body. She turned and lay on her back, dug her heels in and lifted her butt off the floor. She spread her legs slightly and reached down to cup her pussy with her hand, rubbing it very lightly while she humped her pelvis to the music. Then she pulled her thong to the side again and displayed her glistening pussy to the lucky souls who happened to be in the right spot. She lowered herself to the stage and continued to gyrate to the music as she looked from one patron to the next.

The music ended, she gathered up her tiny panties and the many dollar bills scattering the stage and made way for the next dancer. All eyes followed her, including mine. She left the stage and headed through a door to the rear. I watched the door like a hawk, knowing she’d soon emerge and begin to circulate through the crowd.

I saw her come through the door five minutes later and head toward the nearest seated patron, leaning over to invite him to explore her sweet body further in the VIP Lounge. I knew it was my time to move. I hopped up and headed around the stage, hoping this first fool was too drunk or too stupid to take her up on her offer. I tapped her shoulder and told her I’d like a private dance. She didn’t look at me closely enough to recognize me, but grabbed my hand and lead me toward the back.

We entered the so-called “VIP Lounge”, Amber leading the way. She brought me down an aisle of red curtains to an open booth and pulled me in, shutting the curtain. I sat down on a wooden chair and looked up into her eyes with a wan smile. It was then that recognition set in.

“Mr. B? Holy shit! What are you doing here?”

She put her hand to her mouth in a moment of realization and embarrassment.

“Oh my God. I’m so embarrassed.”

“Amber, I mean Angel, don’t be embarrassed. I’m the one who should be embarrassed. I’m the one that drove 70 miles to see you. I’m the older guy that shouldn’t be here. You’re just doing your thing. Please don’t be embarrassed.”

I did my best to put her at ease. I looked into her eyes and tried to reinforce my words with an understanding look. She stared back with a quizzical gaze.

“What do you mean you drove a 70 miles to see me?”

“Well, I heard through someone that you were dancing here in Providence and I, well, I had always been very attracted to you and I couldn’t pass up the opportunity to see you in the flesh, so to speak.”

“Really? Oh, that’s so sweet. Thank you. But I still can’t believe you’re here. I rarely run into anyone I know here. I guess I’ve always thought I was sort of anonymous here.”

She looked at me with a strange look on her face.

“But not anymore,” she stated matter-of-factly

“Well, I didn’t come here to make you feel bad or embarrass you. I just, I just need to see you, I guess. I can’t explain it.”

Amber suddenly turned into Angel again. I was on her turf, after all, and she found strength in the familiar surroundings of this private niche. She did her best to hide her embarrassment, placed her hands on my thighs and leaned down to speak.

“So what can I do for you, Mr. B.?”

I reached into my breast pocket, pulled out a one hundred dollar bill and placed it on the table.

“You can start by dancing for me, Angel. Or may I call you Amber?” I smiled.

She leaned in closer and whispered in my ear.

“No one knows my real name here. Except you. So you can call me anything you want.”

I looked her straight into her eyes.

“Then I’m going to call you Amber, if you don’t mind. And I want you to call me Ronnie.”

She may have been embarrassed initially, but now, being on familiar turf, she took the upper hand and used her wiles and experience in such a venue to put me a bit on the defensive. I was seated on an armless chair, my legs spread and my cock beginning to rise to the occasion. She leaned into me, her soft brown hair cascading over my head, and put her sweet wet lips next to my ear.

“Well, welcome to Pharaoh’s Lounge, then…Ronnie.”

Her leg came up between my thighs and the front of her shin began to stroke up and down against my groin. I had come to attention very quickly, under the circumstances, and she knew how to apply enough pressure to bring me to full hardness in a matter of seconds. She lifted her tight dress up and over her head and stood before me in only a thong and heels. She breathed heavy into my ear, pressed her body forward between my legs as my hands reached up and back to encircle the sweet roundness of her exquisite buttocks.

I gasped as I held her ass cheeks in my hand for the first time. Her skin was like silk and the flesh of her ass was compact, but very squeezable. I massaged her buttocks, then let my hands drop slowly down the back of her thighs, feeling the strange sensation of taut muscles under silky smooth skin.

“Oh shit, Amber. I’ve wanted to touch your body for so long.”

“Really? I never knew. I always thought of you as a sort of old…”

She caught herself and tried to recoup.

“I know, Amber. Don’t be embarrassed. I’m old enough to be your father. I know that. But even a man my age finds it hard to resist the beauty of a young woman. Especially a young woman as incredibly attractive as you.”

At fifty I was certainly her elder. But I’m six feet tall, have a trim athletic figure, a full head of graying hair and I’ve never been ashamed of my body. In fact I’ve always found that young women seem to be attracted to a well-groomed, experienced older man. I was hoping Amber wouldn’t be an exception.

She looked deep into my eyes, trying to understand where I was coming from. I knew I was throwing her for a loop. She’d been expecting her usual old man grope: five minutes, maybe a quick hand job and onto the next victim.

“Sit down on my lap, baby,” I said daringly,

She looked at me a little funny, then spun around on her high strappy heels and deposited her exquisite ass directly on the huge bulge in my pants. She leaned back into my chest and I breathed directly into her right ear. I grabbed the sweet flesh of her supple hips and began to rock her back and forth, while my still-clothed cock slid into the groove of her butt cheeks. I felt her bend forward and hiss ever so quietly as she felt the first physical expression of my desire for her.

She began to rock back and forth in a nice rhythmic motion, one meant to get me off. I let her go for a minute or two, but I had other ideas. I pulled her shoulders back and put my panting lips to her ear again.

“I’ll tell you the reason I’m here, Amber. I have a proposition for you.”

I hesitated before going on, knowing this was the moment of truth.

“Listen, we both need something. You need money for school, and lots of it. I know how expensive college is right now, especially if you’re paying for it yourself.”

I could tell from her body language that she both understood and agreed to this statement.

“And me, well I have money, but I need something too. I need companionship. I need to make a serious connection with a young female.” I hesitated. “I need you,” I stated bluntly.

I could feel Amber slow in her movements, sort of waiting for the punch line.

“So here’s the deal. In the inside breast pocket of my sport coat is an envelope with $2,000 in it. Twenty crisp new one hundred dollar bills. It’s yours for the taking. All you have to do is spend the night with me.”

I’d said it. I awaited her response. I could tell that she was thinking. I tried to add to my case.

“I’m staying over at the Biltmore. I’ve got a beautiful corner suite. I know that you get off in the next half hour. I’m going to leave at the end of this song. If you’re willing, I’d like for you to meet me in the dining room in an hour or so. We’ll have a nice dinner, some good wine, then retire to my suite. When you leave early tomorrow morning, I’ll be a happy man. And you’ll be two grand richer.”

I could almost hear her brain whirring.

“So I’m going to open my sport coat and if this offer interests you, all you have to do is reach in and take the envelope,” I whispered into her ear.

I hesitated slightly.

“And the two K doesn’t include a generous tip for good service,” I added.

She stood up. I missed the pressure and warmth of her body already. She turned to look me in the eye. I was either going to get hit, or I was going to hit one out of the ball park. The left side of my jacket was open; the envelope protruded from the inside pocket for her taking. She hesitated for just a moment, the reached in and took the envelope. She grinned at me, I grinned back. I was the happiest fucker alive.

“I don’t really have clothes for a fancy dinner,” she said.

“No problem. We’ll eat in the bar. It’s dark and, believe me, whatever you wear, or don’t wear, will be fine.”

She lifted up one corner of her cute mouth in a smile, leaned down and gave me a soft warm kiss directly on the lips. Hers were wet, warm and inviting. Her tongue darted into my mouth for a moment, giving me a tease of things to come. She pulled back and leaned down to whisper in my ear. I cupped and squeezed her soft natural breasts.

“Well then. I guess I’ll see you within the hour,” she said demurely.

I stood, reached into my pocket and gave her another hundred dollar bill. I had come prepared and I wanted to make sure money wasn’t an issue. I thanked her for the dance and she smiled, I gathered myself together, folded my sport coat over my erection, headed out of the club, and into the cool Providence night air.

I floated back to the hotel, flushed with the fullness of the night that lay before me. I sauntered into the hotel lobby and headed for the bar. I had a double and bided my time. At a quarter past eight I found a nice little table toward the back of the bar, a spot where a gentleman might entertain a lady in some privacy. I kept my eyes peeled on the entrance and a few minutes later Amber entered the bar.

She was wearing tight jeans, high heels and a short top that left several inches of smooth flesh exposed at her tummy. Her hair was piled high on her head in a loose, unkempt sort of way and a large bag was slung over her slender shoulder. She strode with confidence on her high heels, stopped to survey the scene and saw me wave nonchalantly from a dark corner of the bar. Several men interrupted their conversations to watch her weave between the tables and make her way to me.

I stood, kissed both her cheeks and waved her to the chair next to me. She sat, we ordered a Pinot Noir for her, another drink for me, and we began to talk. Our conversation was initially tainted by the former relationship of boss versus summer intern. But as we talked and I made her feel at ease, we began to explore new territory. She was now a junior and had a few years of college under her belt. She was still living on campus and was majoring in business.

We sat at ninety degrees to one another and as we talked my hand rested softly on her denim-clad thigh. I squeezed the taut muscles of her lean leg and she rested her hand upon mine. As we talked about my office, her school, and the club, I let my hand wander gently up and down her thigh. There could be no mistake that she had thought through my offer, had been given the opportunity to back out or not show, but was now ready to complete her end of the bargain. As much as I was enjoying our conversation the sight and smell of this gorgeous girl sitting next to me was soon overwhelming. I asked if she was ready to go to my VIP Room and she laughed.

“I’m ready when you are,” she said with a devilish smile. I left a couple twenties on the table and we stood up to leave. I could feel the eyes of others on us. What was an older geezer doing with a hot young chick like Amber? But those questions were followed by sighs of envy. We snaked our way out of the bar, across the hotel lobby and onto an open elevator. I rested my hand gently on her waist as the elevator rose to the tenth floor.

My key card slid into the slot, the green light signaled our entrance and I threw open the door. I flicked on a few lights and Amber gave her seal of approval with a low whistle. Our room looked out on the lights of downtown and we made our way over to the window to survey the view. I rested my hand on the top of her hips, touching bare skin, and felt myself thicken with thoughts of what lay ahead. I opened a bottle of cold burgundy that I’d left in an ice bucket, poured two glasses and sat down on the bed. Amber looked at me over the rim of the glass as she took a sip.

“So Mr. B., I mean Ronnie. How do you want me?” She smiled coquettishly.

I sat on the bed, put my wine glass on the side table and held out my hands. She glided toward my open arms.

“I just want to watch you get undressed,” I stated quite simply. “Very slowly,” I added.

She stood between my spread thighs and I reached out to touch her. My hands roamed lightly over her curves. She crossed her arms, grabbed the bottom of her skimpy top and pulled it over her head. She wore a simple white bra. Her breasts were not large, nice B cups, but sat so nicely on her slim shape. I softly caressed her nipples through the thin silky material and felt them stiffen. I slid the straps down over her shoulder as she unclasped her bra. It fell into my lap and there, inches from my face, were her beautiful brown-tipped breasts.

They were perfectly formed; their sweet conical shape punctuated by perfectly smooth nipples that tilted up and seemed to call out for sucking. My hands wandered lightly over their roundness and gently massaged and kneaded them. Amber let out an almost inaudible sigh as I licked my fingertips and rubbed her nipples.

Her face was beautiful. Her wavy brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and her large brown eyes watched me with intense interest. I spread the fingers of each hand and touched her taut stomach. A small cross dangled from a piercing in her belly button. She placed her hands on the back of my head and pulled me toward her torso. I kissed her belly and my hands reached to cup the beautiful round cheeks of her denim-clad ass. It was finally time for them to be exposed to my touch.

I used both hands to unclasp her jeans. I lowered the zipper and began to unpeel the jeans off her buff frame. She took over, shed her heels and jeans and was left standing in a tiny black thong. She put her heels back on and I again cupped her ass, now touching flesh. It was smooth, soft and silky to the touch. I gently kneaded her butt cheeks and kissed her stomach. She sighed and pulled me toward her. I hooked my fingers on the slender straps of her thong. I dislodged it from between her legs and pulled it down over her slender thighs, grazing her legs with my thumbs as I pulled her panties free. I could barely perceive the musky aroma of her sex.

She stepped out of the thong and now only her strappy high heels remained. I was still seated on the edge of the bed as I palmed her body with my hands: her stomach, her breasts, her ass, her thighs. Her pussy was shaved except for a small landing strip of downy hair which sat directly above the pert vee of her sex.

She spread her legs slightly and my hand finally found its way between her legs, cupping her moist mons in the palm of my hand. She caught her breath and leaned down to stroke my cock through my pants. I needed to get out of my clothes. I stripped quickly and stood up. We embraced and I pulled her body against mine. My erection stood up hard, fast and long between our bodies. She cupped my ass and pulled me against her. We kissed deeply.

She tasted wonderful. She opened her mouth to me and our tongues gently explored each other’s mouth. She sucked my tongue as I reached down between her legs. She spread them slightly to give my fingers access. My middle finger slipped into her slick groove and it felt like her body pulled my digit into her wetness. She was soaked and the flesh of her pussy was pulsing with excitement. I slowly inserted my middle finger to the hilt. Amber moaned and reached down to grab my dick. We stood touching, rubbing and stroking each other, getting more and more excited with each passing second.

I needed to absorb this at a much slower pace. At the rate we were going I would explode within minutes. I told Amber I needed her to slow down; that I wanted to look at her and explore her body. I wanted her to show me her body.

I lay back along one edge of the king-size bed and gave Amber room to move. I lightly stroked my cock as I watched her. She began to give me a private show, up close and personal. She moved slowly and seductively with feline precision. She maintained eye contact as she moved and rolled and crawled, using the entire bed as her stage. She showed off one part of her body after another: the exquisite form of her breasts, the graceful arch of her back, the long smooth lines of her legs, the slenderness of her ankles and tiny feet and, of course, the perfectly formed ass that held it all together and was her crowning glory.

She leaned this way, spread that way, her arms, legs and torso moving in a wonderful ballet on the bed. My cock stood hard and strong and when Amber wasn’t looking me in the eyes, she was gazing hungrily at my bobbing erection. She’d occasionally sweep in low, maybe drape her hair across my lap, or lean into to give the tip of my glans a soft lippy kiss. She was teasing me unmercifully and pulling out every move she’d ever seen or done. I was in heaven.

She lay down diagonally on the bed, her legs straight and her feet on my lap. The sweet pout of her pussy lay hidden in the triangle of her thighs and lower belly. She lifted her legs straight up and together into the air and reached her hands down to cup her ass. The folds of her outer labia peaked round and full from between her upper thighs. Ever so slowly she spread her legs and as she did, her pussy opened up like a flower, the delicate ridges of her minor labia unfurling from their hidden place. She placed a hand on each side and pulled her pussy open further, exposing pink wet flesh. Her fingers pulled up her hood to expose her clit. She tapped it ever so gently with her fingertip and smiled knowingly at me. I needed to touch her now.

I moved between her spread, slender thighs as she touched herself. I encouraged her with words and showed my appreciation for her show as I gently stroked my cock hovering above her.

“You are so fucking sexy, Amber. I need to touch you, baby,” I croaked, barely able to speak.

She closed her eyes and used both hands to massage her moist labia and spread her lips for my perusal. She reached underneath with one hand and gently inserted her middle finger into her ass, already moist and slickened from the expert maneuvering of her fingers. Her other hand worked her pussy and eventually two fingers found their way into her groove and she began to stroke herself. I could hear the wet sticky sounds of her juices intermingling with her frantic stroking. I could smell her desire and see the results glistening on her open flesh.

I encouraged her with my words and told her how fucking hot she was and how much she was turning me on. She opened her eyes long enough to see me stroking my member as it hovered in a stiff cantilever over her face. She disengaged her fingers from her ass and cunt and reached up to gently squeeze my balls. She opened her mouth and I gently descended into her hungry mouth. She took me inch by inch, absorbing my length deep into her throat. I felt like she wanted to suck me dry; she wanted me to come in her mouth.

And I could have. I wanted to come right there and came very close to unloading in her eager mouth. But I also wanted to please her, to make her lose herself in pleasure, to make her come hard. So after a few minutes I disengaged from her hungry sucking and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Her tongue searched for mine in a frantic and desperate search for pleasure. I kissed my way down to her ear and told her what I wanted to do to her. I told her how bad I needed her pussy in my mouth; how bad I needed her to come for me.

I kissed my way down her neck, taking my time, teasing her with innocent kisses after our flirtation with my orgasm. I worked my way to her waiting nipples. Shit, they were so stiff and succulent – long and hard. Amber moaned from a deep place as I kissed her breasts. Her head was tilted back in a sign of acceptance as I licked and sucked her nipples, gently at first and then with increasing fervor as her body language told me to suck harder.

I reached down with my middle finger as I sucked and felt her sopping wet pussy. As I inserted my finger I felt her acknowledge the multiple assault on her sexual senses. I pushed in two fingers, sucked on her nipples and snuck my left hand down behind her ass to explore her backside. Her anus was wet with pussy juice and open for my exploration.

My tongue continued its journey, licking her stomach as I headed south, my fingers working furiously, her body arching to accept my manual manipulation. She was on her back and I hovered above her. I swung my leg across her face and set up in a 69 position. I put my hands under her ass to bring her sweet pubis up to my mouth. I could feel her lick and suck my balls as I descended on the wettest pussy I had ever eaten. I licked up and down her wide open, soaking wet slit, and then settled into a rhythmic sucking of her clit. She moaned her approval and her hips arched up to meet my slurping tongue and mouth.

Her long lean legs were spread wide for me and I had full access to her open sex. She bucked her pelvis into my mouth as I ate her in a full and open-mouthed assault on her wet treasure. I burrowed my hands down under her ass and pulled her cheeks up and spread her pussy to my mouth, tongue and lips. Meanwhile she licked and sucked my balls, moaning her approval of my actions and spurring me on to deeper penetration. I zeroed in on her clit and could tell from her response that I was applying just enough pressure.

I hummed and moaned my appreciation as I licked and sucked her supple lips. The moisture of her desire covered my face. My nose delved into her pussy as my tongue flicked her clit and my lips sucked in her liquid. The aroma of her cunt and the silky wet texture of her lips were driving me wild. I could feel her edging toward the brink of an orgasm. I didn’t let up, but doubled my efforts and moved my head up and down and in and out to maximize the effect. I felt her mouth pull away from me and could feel her heated and erratic breath on my asshole.

“Oh, God! I’m gonna come!”

Suddenly she stiffened, quiet pervaded for a few seconds as her pussy convulsed and sent spasms of pleasure through her body, soaking my face with her pulsing moisture. She groaned loudly and bit my thigh. I eased back and licked gently, kissing my way out of her depths in slow languid slurps. Her breathing returned to normal over a minute or two.

“Welcome to my VIP Room,” I joked.

She didn’t respond. I rolled off her and twisted around to face her directly. I reached to hug her and she folded into my arms.

“Oh my God, Mr. B. That was so intense,” she said with a big smile on her face.

“Glad you liked it, baby. I’ve wanted to do that for so long, you can’t imagine.”

“If I’d only known.”

We kissed deeply. She may have come hard, but she was ready for more, and so was I. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my thighs. I could tell she was ready to return the favor, and who was I to argue? My cock was at full mast and she licked her way down from my mouth to my neck, on to my nipples and then a long, slow steady kissing assault on my stomach as she headed south to my stiffness.

She grabbed two pillows, inserted them under my ass to bring my pelvis up at a sharp angle and resumed working me with her mouth. Her lips felt warm and wet and I could only imagine how they would feel wrapped around my cock. I didn’t have long to wait. She reached my dick and lowered her mouth slowly and wetly down my erect flesh. Not the slightest feeling of teeth; only wet warm sucking and full lips absorbed my most sensitive part.

She went deep, gagging just slightly as my cock hit the back of her throat. She pulled off, licked me up and down and moaned her approval. She ducked down low and pulled my shaved balls into her mouth. It felt so fucking good, her furious licking and sucking. She delved down even lower and licked my ass, probing my bottom with her pointed tongue, then pulling back to suck my sac into her open mouth. I couldn’t believe the sensations racing through my lower body. I put my hand on her head to encourage her explorations.

I had no doubt that she would have hungrily accepted my coming in her mouth. She seemed to yearn for it. But I needed her and told her so.

“I need to fuck you, Amber. Right now.”

She pulled back, perhaps a little disappointed that I wasn’t going to unload deep into her mouth. But she shifted gears quickly and pulled back to accommodate.

“How do you want me, baby? How do you want to fuck me?”

I bounced up onto my knees, pushed her onto her back, spread her sweet thighs wide and leaned down to kiss her deeply. She reached down for my cock and groaned, pulling me down and eagerly guiding me toward her wet juncture. The head of my cock grazed her swollen lips and I heard her gasp.

“I need you so bad! Fuck me!”

I slid in. I probably could have bottomed out on the first stroke, she was so wet. But I wanted to engage slowly. I began to pump, back and forth, a little deeper with each inward thrust. She grunted and grabbed my ass to pull me into her. I pushed up on my arms so I could look at her beautiful face. Then I began to fuck her with long steady strokes, deeper and deeper until I was sunk to the hilt.

I began a furious physical assault, fucking her with long, deep strokes. I slowly increased the pace and intensity. At some point, it seemed like forever, but was surely just a minute or two, I began to fuck her with all the speed and intensity that I could muster. She was moaning loudly now, urging me on with her vocal assent. I shifted my angle slightly to maximize the depth of my plunges.

I could hear the wet slurpy sounds of my cock and her pussy. Each plunge elicited some sort of vocal response. She talked dirty to me, telling me to fuck her harder, deeper, faster. Our lovemaking was punctuated by the loud slap of wet skin on wet skin; of a hard cock slamming into a soaking wet pussy. I felt a swell of fluid ready to launch from deep in my groin.

“Oh shit. I’m going to come!” I shouted.

“Fuck me, baby. Fuckin’ fuck me!” she screamed.

And as I pounded my cock into her with all my strength, I felt the unleashing of an incredibly powerful orgasm. I unloaded one spurt after another deep into her body, plowing into her with all the intensity I could muster. And as I came, I could feel her pussy spasm and grip my cock as she came again and milked my cock for every ounce of cum.

We collapsed in a sweaty, heaving mess; breathing heavy from the incredible exertion, but feeling fully satisfied in a mutual orgasm unlike anything either of us had ever experienced before.

We were both speechless. There was nothing to say. We both knew what had just happened and we kissed softly and cuddled up against one another, blocking out the world and absorbing ourselves in one another’s body. A short nap might have been in order if it were up to me, however, I didn’t want my own stamina to dictate the pace of lovemaking required by a young twenty-one year-old. Even she needed a little recuperation time, so we cuddled and talked while gently touching and stroking one another’s body.

She eventually rolled onto her stomach, put her arms under her head and pushed her sweet ass into the air.

“I need a massage,” she stated rather assertively. Who am I to turn down such an offer; and one I had fantasized about on more than one occasion?

I sat up, straddled her protruding bubble butt, let my semi-limp cock settle into the groove of her sweet ass and began to knead her shoulders and upper back. I took my time and concentrated on giving her pleasure, finding the deep muscle tissue that would benefit the most from my manipulation. She groaned under her breath with eyes closed, giving herself up to my hands.

I worked my way around her shoulders, up onto her neck, then began to slide down the middle of her back, using both hands and fingers to reach deep into her tissue. Slowly, I made my way down to her glorious butt. I scooted back to expose it in all its glory. It was soft and supple; perfectly round and silky to the touch. The succulent swells of her cheeks narrowed and sloped wonderfully into a deep recess at the small of her back. On the bottom her cheeks tucked in tightly to her upper thighs and it all tapered into the dark inviting crack of her ass. Perfection was at my fingertips and my cock began to come back to life.

I moved to kneel between her legs, forcing her to spread them to accommodate me. Now I could see the sweet succulence of her labia, still moist from our fucking and further enhanced by the massage. I kneaded her buttocks with a deep powerful grip and could hear wet sticky sounds emanating from her pussy as my massage pulled her ass cheeks back and forth, revealing the hidden treasure of her exquisite ass and equally alluring pussy.

My fingers did the walking, and eventually found their way to the edge of her labia, swollen with desire and wet with anticipation. I teased her lips and put my middle finger into my mouth to moisten it. Her inner lips were slightly protruding from her pussy and I gently ran my finger along the delicate folds. I reached down and barely touched her clit. She acknowledged my arrival by lifting her hips off the bed to allow me full and direct access. I began to twiddle her clit with the tip of my finger and she gyrated her hips to meet my rhythm.

I climbed from between her legs and kneeled to the side. Her face and chest stayed prone on the bed, but she arched her back up and pushed her ass into the air. What an exquisite sight. My right hand continued its party with her open pussy. I licked my left middle finger and began to explore the sweet pucker of her anus. It felt well lubricated and I gently probed and prodded. Hearing no hesitation I slowly inserted my finger into her ass. She groaned deeply as I pushed it in to the first knuckle.

All these years I had fantasized about the feel and grip of her beautiful ass. Now my fingers were giving her pleasure and she was completely giving herself to me. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open and sounds of delight emanated from somewhere deep in her being. I inserted two fingers into her cunt, deep as I could push them, and then leaned down to her sweet round ass and replaced my finger with my tongue. She hissed in pleasure and bucked her bottom to meet my oral invasion. The smell of her sex overwhelmed my nostrils as my tongue explored her asshole and my nose nestled into the wet nectar of her pussy.

Suddenly she turned her head to me and ordered me to fuck her.

“Oh, fuck, Ronnie. I need you. I need you to fuck me, now. Hurry up and get that big cock inside me.”

I kneeled again between her legs and put my hands on the beautiful curve of her hips. Her pussy protruded forth from between her legs: open, wet and inviting. She pushed up onto her knees as I guided the head of my cock to her gaping opening. I teased her with the tip of my cock, sliding it up and down the gaping slit of her soaking wet pussy.

“Oh, fuck, Ronnie! Stop teasing me and fuck me!”

She was in the very position she’d been in on the stage earlier in the evening. I slid in. I could feel her well-lubricated pussy grab at my dick. I pushed in deeper with each thrust, working up slowly to a rhythm and sliding in a little further each time. Within a minute I was sliding in and out, my hands grabbing her hips and pulling her back hard each time I exited. I was in deep and fully hard.

The view was incredible and a fantasy come true. Her sweet ass was spread for me. I could clearly see the starfish of her anus and the lips of her pussy grabbing and sliding on my fully engorged cock. Her ass cheeks bounced tightly with each thrust and she began to groan in rhythm to my thrusts.

“I love fucking you, Amber. I love sliding my cock deep into your pussy. I dreamed of doing this for years. Fuck!”

“Fuck me harder, Ronnie. Come on, fuck me with that big dick. Faster!”

And so I began to fuck her hard, real hard. I pounded my cock into her like there was no tomorrow. Our bodies were slapping together and the sounds of sex, the groans, the pounding of flesh, the heavy breathing, the shaking of the bed, all combined into a cacophony of sexual music. This girl loved to fuck and she liked it hard and she liked it fast.

I pulled her toward the edge of the bed so I could stand rather than kneel. Now I really got up a head of steam. Amber climbed up on all fours as I worked her as hard and fast as I could go. Our bodies became a blur. Her hair was flying every which way, her ass cheeks were bouncing from the fury of our motions and she pushed her ass back to meet each thrust. I began to slap her ass hard, first one side, then the other.

She loved it and told me to slap her harder. But I went back to fucking furiously. Sweat was pouring off me and I began to feel that familiar feeling welling up deep in my groin. Amber was moaning loudly.

“I’m going to come, Amber. I’m going to come in your pussy. Oh, fuck!”

“Yes!” Amber screamed.

I cried out as the first spurt of semen shot deep into her body, followed by another and another. I could feel Amber’s pussy contracting strongly from her own orgasm as her spasms clenched my cock in a rhythmic display of sexual crescendo. We slowed down from our hectic pace, I pulled out of her soaked pussy and we both collapsed on the bed laughing.

“Oh my God, Ron. Fuck.”

“Amber. Sweet Amber,” I whispered in her ear. “Thank you, baby. That was unbelievable.”

We cuddled together, spooned our bodies so her wonderful ass was pressed against my belly. I fondled her sweet breasts and kissed her delicate neck as we collected ourselves and laughed about the lunacy of the last hour. There was no place I would rather be at that moment.

We fucked twice more that night, and once more in the morning, before Amber headed back to school. We shared a naked room-service breakfast before she left and made plans to get together again in a few months.

And to think that I would never have known about her whereabouts if it hadn’t been for my lunch with Jack. Just goes to show that tradition comes in handy sometimes. I drove back to Connecticut floating on a cloud and already planning my return to Providence.

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