them up, then pull down the cups of my bra to flash him a bit of nipple before I unhook it and abandon it on the table.
His eyes widen.
He gives me the impression that he feels he shouldn’t be looking, but can’t tear his eyes away. I wonder if he was looking at me the same way when I was on stage - or is it more forbidden now that we’re not just up close and personal, but also very much alone?
I then turn round and bend over, so that my ass is practically in his face as I toy with my panties, as though hinting that I might want to take them off, but the song ends just as I’m about to do so.
Damn , I think, the one time I’m actually turned on by a strip club patron he has to be the one who specifically requests an air dance …
On the other hand, he’s looking absolutely ravenous as I turn back to him - I swear I saw his hands twitch slightly, as though he wanted to touch me, but had to hold himself back.
I smile sweetly at him as the next song begins.
“You know, Dr. Morland, I think it will be easier for both of us if you allow me to climb onto your lap for the next song,” I purr.
He turns very red, though he’s clearly considering my offer - he certainly isn’t saying no the way he was just now!
In an attempt to close the deal I slide one hand seductively into my panties. They’re soaked at this point, and the room is practically reeking of my excitement.
Surely he must know that I want him …
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, his face still flushed, “fine, go ahead, why the hell not.”
Triumph!
I climb on and sit on his lap, arching my back as I rub myself against his massive erection, letting my long hair drape over his face so he can smell it.
He inhales deeply and groans, which I take as my cue to switch positions.
Because yes, I want to make him come, but not just yet, not when the fun’s just beginning, not when this is my opportunity to explore that magnificent manly physique, to run my hands over his unbelievable musculature, even if only through his shirt …
I kneel on the armchair so that my legs are spread, with him sitting between them, and caress his shoulders and arms as I rub my breasts against his cheek.
His breath catches as he stares at me, his beautiful eyes heavy-lidded with lust.
He’s almost certainly gotten over the whole misguided scruples thing, thank heavens! To be honest, I think he’s just glad to have some relief in sight for his straining erection.
Of course, now that I’m feeling so desperately horny myself, I can barely remember why on earth I was so annoyed with him earlier.
He’s so fucking hot, and he smells so good, all I can think of is how I can seduce him.
When I started work here I never thought I’d think this, but he’s almost making me regret the club’s strict no-extras rules! …
“I know you like my tits, Dr. Morland, I’ve seen you looking at them,” I mewl in a seductive, little-girl voice as I tease him by positioning an erect nipple oh-so-close to his mouth.
So close that I can feel his hot breath on my skin - so close that, when his lips part instinctively, I can’t resist offering him a taste of the goods. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, but with him it just feels like the most natural thing in the world …
He takes me up on my offer, sucking on my nipple while looking up at me, his eyes dark and blazing with erotic need, his breath ragged.
Fuck, he’s so beautiful. It’s too bad he’s manfully holding on to the arms of the armchair rather than running his strong hands over my bare skin …
Instead I run my hands through his dark mane of hair - something I’ve always wanted to do, it’s so thick and luxuriant.
“You like what I’m doing, don’t you, Dr. Morland? I’m pretty sure you do,” I say, as I lower myself onto his engorged package, and squeal with faux-girlishness when I come into contact with it. “You’re so big, Dr. Morland …”
He looks up at me, and I smile, biting my lip
His eyes widen.
He gives me the impression that he feels he shouldn’t be looking, but can’t tear his eyes away. I wonder if he was looking at me the same way when I was on stage - or is it more forbidden now that we’re not just up close and personal, but also very much alone?
I then turn round and bend over, so that my ass is practically in his face as I toy with my panties, as though hinting that I might want to take them off, but the song ends just as I’m about to do so.
Damn , I think, the one time I’m actually turned on by a strip club patron he has to be the one who specifically requests an air dance …
On the other hand, he’s looking absolutely ravenous as I turn back to him - I swear I saw his hands twitch slightly, as though he wanted to touch me, but had to hold himself back.
I smile sweetly at him as the next song begins.
“You know, Dr. Morland, I think it will be easier for both of us if you allow me to climb onto your lap for the next song,” I purr.
He turns very red, though he’s clearly considering my offer - he certainly isn’t saying no the way he was just now!
In an attempt to close the deal I slide one hand seductively into my panties. They’re soaked at this point, and the room is practically reeking of my excitement.
Surely he must know that I want him …
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, his face still flushed, “fine, go ahead, why the hell not.”
Triumph!
I climb on and sit on his lap, arching my back as I rub myself against his massive erection, letting my long hair drape over his face so he can smell it.
He inhales deeply and groans, which I take as my cue to switch positions.
Because yes, I want to make him come, but not just yet, not when the fun’s just beginning, not when this is my opportunity to explore that magnificent manly physique, to run my hands over his unbelievable musculature, even if only through his shirt …
I kneel on the armchair so that my legs are spread, with him sitting between them, and caress his shoulders and arms as I rub my breasts against his cheek.
His breath catches as he stares at me, his beautiful eyes heavy-lidded with lust.
He’s almost certainly gotten over the whole misguided scruples thing, thank heavens! To be honest, I think he’s just glad to have some relief in sight for his straining erection.
Of course, now that I’m feeling so desperately horny myself, I can barely remember why on earth I was so annoyed with him earlier.
He’s so fucking hot, and he smells so good, all I can think of is how I can seduce him.
When I started work here I never thought I’d think this, but he’s almost making me regret the club’s strict no-extras rules! …
“I know you like my tits, Dr. Morland, I’ve seen you looking at them,” I mewl in a seductive, little-girl voice as I tease him by positioning an erect nipple oh-so-close to his mouth.
So close that I can feel his hot breath on my skin - so close that, when his lips part instinctively, I can’t resist offering him a taste of the goods. It’s not something I’ve ever done before, but with him it just feels like the most natural thing in the world …
He takes me up on my offer, sucking on my nipple while looking up at me, his eyes dark and blazing with erotic need, his breath ragged.
Fuck, he’s so beautiful. It’s too bad he’s manfully holding on to the arms of the armchair rather than running his strong hands over my bare skin …
Instead I run my hands through his dark mane of hair - something I’ve always wanted to do, it’s so thick and luxuriant.
“You like what I’m doing, don’t you, Dr. Morland? I’m pretty sure you do,” I say, as I lower myself onto his engorged package, and squeal with faux-girlishness when I come into contact with it. “You’re so big, Dr. Morland …”
He looks up at me, and I smile, biting my lip
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