Fucked Hard In The Storage Room

It was the end of the month, and my coworker Jessica was celebrating her birthday. From all our chats, I knew she was wilder than me by a mile. She’d spilled stories about her crazy days with her ex-husband – threesomes, gifting him escorts for his birthday, even letting his niece go down on him while his brother slept off a hangover nearby. They were clearly an open couple when it came to sex.

Taking her to a male strip club was my idea, so we rounded up a crew – some coworkers, her friends – and settled on this exclusive spot in the city I’d been dying to check out for years.

We walked into the club and got seated near the stage, ordering a bottle of whiskey and some snacks. The place was packed – women screaming, some dancing, total chaos. Then the host kicked off the first show, and a lineup of guys strutted onto the stage – each one hotter than the last. One caught my eye instantly: tall, pale skin, lean but toned, short hair, sharp beard, piercing blue eyes. He had me hooked.

The dancing started, and the crowd lost it – my group included. I stayed seated, eyes glued to him. He was dressed as a firefighter, and his smooth, sensual moves in that tight outfit showed off every curve of his body. My mind wandered, picturing him in my bed, taking me with that same rhythm.

Suddenly, he started stripping, peeling off his shirt to reveal a chiseled chest. During the routine, he grabbed his bulge, squeezing it hard, then dropped to the floor, thrusting his hips like he was pounding into me. Each move cranked up my heat, and I could feel myself soaking through my panties.

I stood up and edged closer to where he was performing. He noticed me, locking eyes, and danced just for me. Kneeling at the stage’s edge, he offered himself up. I ran my hand over his chest, tracing every defined muscle, staring into his eyes while biting my lip. He licked his, glancing down at his crotch – I got the hint. My hand slid lower, gripping his hard length through the fabric. He closed his eyes and let out a soft groan.

He grabbed my hand, hopped off the stage, and pulled me close, grinding against me. Our eyes burned with lust – I wanted to kiss him so badly. I pressed myself tighter, and he spun me around, sliding a hand to my hips, rubbing himself against my ass.

“You’re driving me wild, I’m dying to fuck you…” – his deep voice hit me like a shockwave, sending shivers down my spine.

He slipped his hand lower, teasing me over my jeans, and my body pulsed, aching for him. I hooked an arm around his neck, eyes shut, swaying my hips to feel him straining against his pants.

He guided me to a chair, ditched the pants, and stood there in a tiny thong – his erection pointing right at me.

“Touch me!” – he commanded.

He propped a leg on the chair, rocking his hips. I didn’t hesitate, sliding my hand over his hot, stiff cock, staring into his eyes as I traced the edge of his thong, brushing his skin and balls. He shut his eyes, moving with me. I slipped a finger under the fabric, grazing his shaft up to the tip – slick and wet.

“I wish you’d suck it…” – he murmured.

He leaned in, his bulge inches from my face. Ignoring the crowd, I ran my tongue along the thong’s edge.

“Mmm… oh… yeah…” – he moaned.

Not caring who saw, I tugged the thong aside just enough to expose the tip and licked it, tasting him.

“Savor me…” – he urged.

The show ended, and he slipped away, leaving me buzzing and desperate. I downed my drink to cool off.

“Girls, I’m hitting the bathroom, be right back…” – I told my crew, heading off.

Jessica grinned, “That guy’s a snack – go get it while I keep these ladies busy…” – she winked.

I met her eyes, saying nothing.

“Don’t worry, no one noticed…” – she added with another wink.

I left the table and bolted to the bathroom, locking the door behind me. In the mirror, I was flushed, sweaty, pupils blown wide – wired like never before over a stranger. I splashed water on my face and neck, then used the toilet, noticing how drenched my panties were.

Stepping out, someone grabbed me, covering my mouth and pulling me down a dark hallway.

“Shh, don’t scream, it’s me…” – he let go.

I spun around, heart racing, “You nearly scared me to death!”

“Sorry, sorry… I didn’t know what else to do. Come here…” – he took my hand, leading me further back.

“In here, please…”

It was a storage room full of costumes.

“I want you so bad, you have no idea…” – he stole a fierce, hungry kiss.

His hands roamed my body, making me tremble. He wore a satiny black robe, which I untied, letting it fall as I grabbed his cock, freeing it from the thong and stroking it hard.

“Finish what you started out there…” – he growled.

I sat in a chair, and he stepped close, offering his thick, eager cock. I took it deep, gagging as he gripped my hair, pushing further. It throbbed in my throat, leaking pre-cum – I worked him for a while, lost in the heat.

Then he yanked me up, shoved me against the wall, and ripped my jeans down, exposing me.

“This is how I want you…” – he slid fingers into me, probing.

“So fucking wet…” – he licked them clean.