He walked by again and I catch my breath quietly. He is so handsome, not the tallest boy on the block, but dark skinned and a smile that would make any female melt before him. He was…my boss’s son, Fouad.

I began working with him around 3 months ago when his parents saw my exceptional work ethic which molded perfectly with their son’s. “I wish we molded together”

I am 19 and he is 24. We both love sports and work hard to keep lean athletic bodies.

I never threw myself at him, or fought for a look from him like the stupid little high school girls and cougar hunting moms do. No I acquired his attention by NOT seeking it. We are often the only 2 at work and he suddenly began to talk to me about everything. Stuff he read on the news, who he is texting and what about, what club he was hanging at that night; little things that really aren’t important but he talks to ME about. I dreamt and fantasized about him asking me out, but at the end of the night we parted ways and that was the end of it, but all of that was about to change.

It was another typical Friday night, long night and we prepared for cleaning as the store closed at 9pm. It had been a normal friendly, conversational night and I was preparing for another night of disappointment and going home alone. I began mopping fading into my dream world that I disappear into while I work. I fantasized him coming behind me with his warm breath on my neck, arms encircling my waist and massaging my aching breasts that I modestly hide in a too-tight sports bra. I let out a soft moan and his hands hungrily roam my body savoring the touch I always dreamed about. He whispered soft nothings into my ear while hands freely roamed, I felt myself slipping back into reality, but the voice never faded, it was almost as if it was really happening. As I brought my focus back into reality I realized it was no dream.

Fouad was wrapped behind me whispering into my ear. He invited me to the grand opening of the hottest new club in LA, about 30min from us. We were riding a limo to the club and he wanted me on his arm. I groaned in pure pleasure at not 1 but 2 dreams molding into 1. I turned in his arms to see if it was true and there was his devilishly handsome face grinning down at me, eyes searching for an answer. ‘Yes’ I breathed, finally. ‘I would love to be on your arm’ As if even possible, his smile became even bigger and he grabbed my hand and told me to leave everything and practically dragged me to his car. “I’m taking you to grab an outfit, my buddy’s wife manages one of the big girlie places you gals shop at.” he answered my confused face. I still had no voice; I was still trying to make sure this was real. Was I really on my way to a hot new club after grabbing a hot new outfit, with the man from my fantasies??

We were in the limo, finally on our way. I had picked out a hot white dress that hugged my body and showed the necessary curves without being slutty. It was perfect for the man I was going out with… however he had insisted that I couldn’t wear the dress yet. I was sitting in the car with a white strapless bra and teeny thong beneath a soft robe supplied by Sarah (the girl who picked the dress with me). I sat with my hands clasped and nervously wondering why the hell I couldn’t get dressed. He had surprised me enough that night, so who knows what he had up his sleeve. As if to qualm my tortured mind, he slid next to me in the seat of the limo as he rolled up the darkly tinted window that separated us from the driver. His hand slid down my waist and the other cupped my chin and brought our lips together. It was a soft gentle kiss to start, but as my mind finally caught up to reality my inner sexual monster arose shook of the dust from sitting to long and pounced. My kisses turned passionate and as he gauged my reaction he equally became more fervent. In a second he flipped me to my back and was overpoweringly pinning me on the seat we were laid cross and I let out a soft moan as I felt his growing manhood against my heated and wet pussy. “Glad I’m not dressed yet, I might have soaked my dress”

 

He ground against me while opening my robe and popping the back of my bra, letting my breasts spring free of their entrapment. His eyes filled with lust and he greedily stooped and began suckling my 36C boobs. I enjoyed his expert tongue dancing across my nipples, groaning when he nipped lightly, but I couldn’t stand it much longer and pushed him away with both hands. I wanted to taste his cock.

As he sat back on the seat I looked up at him with my dark brown eyes that I have been told entrance people, and as he stared I slowly and sensually unbuckled his jeans and pulled them down. “Well aren’t we a little bold and naughty tonight” I scolded as I realized he was commando under the jeans. His smirk said it all. I didn’t dwell on it long; I was drooling at the excitement of giving him a blowjob. For the first time I lowered my head and caught a glance of his beautiful cock. It was 8in and 3in around the perfect deep-throating tool. I smiled as my lips touched the tip, then my tongue snaked out to taste the drop of precum and I heard the sharp intake of his breath.

Hearing that struck home with my inner sexual beast and she lit on fire and went to town. I sucked his beautiful cock in using all my best moves and shortly after I felt him tense and quickly plunged all the way to my throat as he unloaded his first load of cum down the back of my throat. He came so much that some dribbled out of the corner of my mouth. He smiled hugely as I pulled back, swiped it with my finger and stuck it in my mouth to suck very coyly. He slumped back as if defeated and turned his head towards me. “Damn girl, if that’s a sneak peek of the rest of the night; I am one lucky son of a bitch.” He exclaimed. I blushed with pleasure, just imagining the night that lay ahead…

We were 5 min away and Fouad was rushing me to slip the dress on.

I did the best I could with the room I had I would have to adjust when I stood from the car. We arrived and stepped from the limo to the club and when I walked in I was breathless. It was a gorgeous place, not like usual clubs; it was almost like a resort… with loud music. We had arrived 15 min early and Fouad said the lights would dim at midnight. So we got to see all the clubs glory and beauty before it got dim.

As I came down from my heavenly stupor I noticed something different about this place… everyone seemed very, friendly, maybe comfortable was a better word? As I began to see couples doing more than dancing, I saw more than a few hands slipped UNDER dresses and as we passed the bar a girl was outright fingering herself while 2 men watching silently. I turned to question Fouad and as if on Q the lights went out. I froze and clung to my mans arms wanting to know what the hell. I hear and announcer over the intercom asking all females 18-28 to come behind the stage for the competition. I lean in to my lover’s ear and demanded to know where we were.

His only reply was “ I told you it was a HOT NEW CLUB, didn’t say what or where, but here it is and you’re a contestant in the strip competition so head on back stage,” he said with a shove towards the stage and a swat to my shapely ass. I stumbled to the stage and was ushered into a room with about 20 other girls all age ranged looking nervous but giddy at the same time. Most were dressed in sexy little outfits while other were fingering through a rack. Some worker found me and smiled kindly and told me to grab an outfit and get ready to just be as sexy as possible. I was contestant #4. I would have stood in stupidity for hours had my inner monster not come around the corner dressed to show and slapped me in the face. Within minutes I was dressed and actually becoming excited about what was about to happen.

Before I knew it I was called up next, sucking in a deep breath I struck a sexy pose as the curtain rose and strode out on the stage with as much confidence as I could muster. The hoots and hollers from the crowd told me I was doing AOK. I scanned the crowd quickly looking for my man and quickly locked eyes with him. He was in the back, eyes lustful again and beckoning me to continue. I felt myself weaken at the knees and I just wanted to finish and fuck him. I did a tease dance, finally unhooking my top to reveal my luscious chest and slowly peeling my panties down and wiggling my ass. I had the room roaring. I caught my mans eyes and lost it, I stooped and grabbed my forgotten clothes and scampered off the stage, getting more hoots for my bouncing ass.

Backstage I was frantically trying to figure out how to get to my Fouad when I found myself yanked into what seemed to be a secret passage way. I yelped only to find a strong hand over my mouth, then a soft, warm voice whispered into my ear and I immediately relaxed. It was him. He told me to follow him as he led me down the narrow passage. We passed a few doors and I could hear noises erupting from all sides; sexual noises. Where are we?

At the end of the hallway was a door in which he pushed open, pulled me in and softly closed the door behind us. It was dark and I stood in what seemed to be the middle of the room waiting for something to happen. A voice spoke from the shadows, his voice demanding me to undress until I was naked. I silently did so starting to shake with anticipation.

I quickly smoothed my hands down my body, relishing my smooth skin, my perky breasts and my freshly waxed pussy that was dripping with desire. I jumped slightly as smooth arms encircled my waist and I felt the naked heat of the man I had undressed in my mind o so many times. He nibbled my ear while rolling my nipples in his fingertips. I groaned and desire went into over drive. I spun around and threw my arms around his neck while placing a passionate kiss on his lips. As I pulled back I exclaimed breathlessly, “Fouad I need you to fuck me, we have been playing all night and I NEED you NOW!” Without hesitation he backs me up a few steps and I found myself thrown back onto a bed. After a minute I heard an unfamiliar rattle and suddenly felt the cool ping of metal against my wrist and the ping of metal to metal. He handcuffed me to the headboard!

As I lat the helplessly he began the unrelenting torture of a thousand kisses trailing from my forehead to chin to neck and down the breast and my flat stomach. Then he moved to my toes, kissing and ankles, then calves and inner thighs coming dangerously close to my sex. My body lifted as if to force his mouth to my needing area and I could feel the smirk on his face. He gently pushed my hips down and placed a kiss on my smooth mound and before I could react his tongue darted into my love hole and began the journey to my first orgasm. It didn’t take long due to my intense desire to find release and his expert tongue didn’t help. Shortly after I found that familiar tingle start in my belly and began rippling though my body tearing a scream from my body and causing me to convulse as I never had.

In the afterglow of my orgasm I felt him shift and felt the helmet of his manhood against my sensitive clit. I threw my arms and legs around him clinging close and whispered into his ear. “Fuck me hard NOW.” And without a second request he began pounding towards his release. I felt my orgasm begin to build again and I clenched my hands on his neck to let him know, “I know baby I’m gonna cum too,” he growled breathlessly. His tone and warm breath against my neck was enough to set me over the edge and I tightened for an intense orgasm just as his hit and I felt his warm cum hit my womb. We both gave in a rode our orgasms in ecstasy. He rose slightly and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “God I’ve wanted to do that since the day I met you”