Read part one here.
After confirming they were at the right address, the driver returned from the house and opened her door. The neighborhood was a typical working-class, with rows of two and three-story buildings, many of which had balconies and exterior stairways. She pulled herself from the car and walked up the steps to the entrance. The man at the door smiled and she smiled right back at him. She knew the sexy cheerleader outfit made her look good and, despite the fact that she loathed that particular team, she felt good.
She took the man's hand and they exchanged kisses and introductions. "We're all downstairs," he said, leading her to the steps. The house looked very nice. Lots of wooden furniture and plenty of books on the shelves. She realized he was still speaking to her, "... getting married in two weeks so this is out last chance ..."
The basement was surprisingly large, but quite dark. A huge TV screen dominated one wall. It faced a large couch and and two easy chairs. A quick glance at the walls indicated that the owner was a serious sports fan. The old paneled walls were decorated with framed images and memorabilia of hockey and football. While the upstairs was surely decorated by a woman, this region below was the domain of men. A couple of guys sat at the small bar, a few more lounged on the couch. They were of various shapes and sizes, all middle-aged, and all holding drinks.
Rhiannon's entrance into the room was greeted by cat calls and cheers. She smiled and tried to pay attention to her host. "Let me show you the room," he continued. He guided her past the bar to an open door. Inside was a small bed with a hideous bedspread and pillows with frills. Obviously a guest bedroom ... designed to ensure the guest did not stay more than a few nights.
"So," he continued, handing her a wad of bills, "I have three hundred for you here. That will cover your dance time and half an hour with Bill. I know the other guys are going to want to get in on the action, too." He looked her up and down with a discerning eye and smiled. "How much more do you want?"
"How man guys are there?" She suggested a flat rate for the remaining eight guys. "Maybe just keep it to fifteen minutes each, though, OK?" He agreed.
"Did you bring music, or do you want me to put something on?"
"Oh, no, I don't have music. If you have something I can dance to, that would be great," she replied. "Oh, and can could really use a beer." He leaned out the door to call one of the guys and a bottle of beer appeared moments later. He gave it to her and said he would find some appropriate music. She took a couple of long slugs from the bottle and looked at the room. This was where she was going to fuck a man who was about to get married. She`d fuck him and every other guy at that party.
She took another pull from the beer and remembered that time in high-school. There were more girls than boys at that party, and all the girls were vying for attention. She had gotten pretty wasted and boldly offered to blow one of the boys in the laundry room. He didn`t last long, unfortunately. She made the same offer to another guy. She ended up sucking off five guys in the course of two hours. For the next few months, she had more date offers than she had all her life. It was a fun time.
Using her cell phone, she called the driver and let him know how long she would be. After touching up her make-up in the mirror, she finished the beer, dropped her bag on the bed and went back into the den. She took short steps and swung her hips to make the little skirt sway back and forth.
The men were sitting on, or standing behind, the couch. The TV was playing a porn movie. "That ought to keep things interesting" she thought. The lights had been dimmed, but someone turned a desk lamp toward the TV wall to give her a sort of a spotlight. The music came on just as she passed the bar. She was pleasantly surprised to hear the old "Sweet Home Alabama" hit. She would have thought these guys were more into Neil Young than Lynyrd Skynyrd. She was hoping for something a bit more up-to-date, but the beat was perfect.
Without a pole, she had nothing to lean on, so it was all floor dance. The floor was a thick carpet, unfortunately, but she made the most of the situation. In keeping with the cheerleader theme of her costume, she flung her hands in the air and kicked her knees up. She kept it simple, at first, not wanting to do anything too challenging until she was warmed up. The guys were enjoying themselves, singing along to the lyrics and cheering her on. She would spin around to raise the hem of the skirt and give them a tease of way lay beneath.
The next song in the queue was another oldie, but it had a good rocking rhythm. She attempted a high kick and realized she couldn't quite manage it. She had run out of cheerleader moves. "Time for sexy moves," she said to herself. She recalled one of the girls from the strip club whose dance routine included running her hands over her body. Rhiannon emulated the girl's moves, incorporating them into her own routine. Sliding her hands over her breasts and down her belly, her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of the skirt, as if she might take it off. Instead, she spun around and bent over a bit. Her hands eased over her thighs, reaching to her knees and back up. Out of sight from the men, her hands explored the region between her legs. It was intended for show, of course, but she couldn't help playing with herself a bit. When she turned around, she made a show of licking her fingers and the guys hooted in approval.
She thought how odd it was to be dancing for these men. Some tropical birds, she recalled, cleared a space in the jungle and attempted to attract a mate by performing a dance. The females would gather in the branches to watch. If the male performed well, she would let him mate with her. Here, she was performing the dance and she would let every one of the males mate with her. "How far our species has advanced," she thought and smiled. They were all going to fuck her tonight, but it was her job to turn them on first. In the glare of the light shining on her, she could make out the features of only half the men in the room.
The third song came on and it was time to get serious. It was time to strip. It was time to get the loathsome hockey outfit off her body. She reached beneath her top and played with her breasts. As she shook her hips, she slowly pulled the jersey over her head, then whipped it around like a cowboy hat. She took a long underhand swing and the top sailed over the couch and into the hands of one of the men standing there. The other guys cheered him on, "She wants you, man! Yeah!"
Now she was down to bra and skirt. She wanted to fling the skirt out to her audience but some of the guys were chanting "Show us your tits!" She turned her back to them and made a show of unclasping her bra. Like most women, she was very self conscious about her size and would normally be too embarrassed to undress like this in front of a group of men, but it had been a long and interesting day and she had little in the way of inhibitions left.
She turned around but kept her breasts covered with one arm. She flung her bra around and tossed it to another guy. With both hands free, she cupped her breasts and thrust her hips rhythmically toward the men. She next gave them a view of her nipples as she pinched them between her fingers. She started spinning around and raised her hands over her head. Her skirt flew up giving a view of nearly all her body. They guys clapped.
A hardback wooden chair appeared out of the darkness. Rhiannon thought they wanted her to use it in her dance routine, but moments later, two guys pulled a third into the light and sat him down. From the jeers, it was obvious that this was the groom. She smiled impishly and looked him in the eyes as she danced in front of him. He was in his late thirties and actually pretty good looking.
He sat with his knees apart, just a bit of chair showing between his legs. She seized the opportunity by putting her foot there and leaning forward as she stood. She felt like a bare breasted Wonder Woman interrogating a perp. He leaned back and grinned. Unsure what to do next, she shaking her head and shoulders, making her hair fly everywhere. To the beat of the music, she lunged forward and back, making like she was playing lead guitar. This got a great reaction from her audience.
She pushed away from the chair and did another spin, all while playing her air guitar. Spotting one of the men returning from the bar with a fresh bottle of beer, she danced up to him and grabbed it from his hands before he had a chance to drink. The men laughed and she took a long drink just as the music changed style. She really was thirsty.
She turned her attention back to the groom. His legs were farther apart now, expecting her to perform the same move she had before. Instead, she straddled him, pressing her groin against his. He was nice and hard. She took another drink of the beer and slowly gyrated her hips, pressing hard against his bulge. She finished the bottle and passed it to the man sitting nearest her.
Putting her hands on the back of the chair, she arched her back, driving her ass hard against him. He responded by holding her at the small of her back. She flung herself forward, then grabbed his hands and put them on her tits. He squeezed them, tweaking her nipples lightly, then running his hands along her flanks and down to her ass. Her hands were in the air, swaying in time with the music.
She put her lips near his ear. "Are you going to fuck me, baby?" she whispered. "Because I need to be fucked bad." She rolled her ass around on his lap some more. Her experience in lap dancing came primarily from watching movies, so her repertoire of moves were rather limited.
She stood up, turned around, lifted her skirt and shook her ass. She lifted her skirt and gave it a slap. He got the hint and gave her a halfhearted slap. "Come on, baby, give it to me!" she cried. He hit her harder and he gave her another spank. "Yeah!" she encouraged him. The men were equally encouraging, urging the groom to spank her ass hard.
She stepped away from him then. Reaching beneath her skirt, she eased her thong over her hips and slid it down her thighs. The guys cried out with approval. She let them go and they dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of them with one foot and kicked the other into the air. Her thong flew straight overhead, catching it with her hand. She could see the dark stain, wet with her desire. As the men applauded, she spun it around on her finger. She wasn't done yet, though. She put it over the grooms head and pulled it down until he wore it like a necklace. He laughed all the while.
Turning her back on the groom again, she sat on his lap and reached behind her head to wrap her arms around his neck. His hands went to her thighs, then along her stomach. They stopped when he reached her breasts. He squeezed them and played with her nipples as she did her best to massage his cock with her ass. She was super horny and wanted him inside her.
She wasn't sure if they wanted her to dance more, but she was too aroused to do anything more. She stood up and grabbed the groom's hand. He thought she was pulling him up to dance because he moved in close and put an arm around her. She stepped away, still holding his hand, and gave him a big smile. She moved toward the gap between the couch and the easy chair, pulling him with her.
The guys moved away and she walked through them, heading toward the guest room. The men were clapping and cheering and slapping her on the ass and the groom on the back. "Give it to her good, boy!"
Rhiannon stumbled a moment when she suddenly recognized the bearded man standing with his back to the bar. She had to catch herself from waving and saying hello. Her eyes locked with his briefly but he gave no hint of recognition. She felt a lump in her throat.
In a momentary trance, she drifted to the door, groom in tow. She twisted the handle and pushed. In a moment of inspiration, she turned to the men, waved, grabbed the groom by the shirt front and pulled him in. She blew a kiss to the rest of them before closing the door. "I'm next!" one of the guys shouted. This was followed by shouts from the other men. She could hear them argue as she turned her attention to the groom.
His smile was gone and he looked serious. He took her thong from around his neck and set it on the nightstand. "Look," he said, as he sat on the edge of the bed, "you're really hot and I would love nothing more than to fuck you, but I really want to stay faithful to my bride." He could see the disappointed look on her face because he added, "I've fooled around with a lot of girls and these guys think they know me and maybe they do, but I love this girl and I can't go through with this. I don't care what you tell the other guys, tell them we screwed like rabbits, but I really can't do it. I don't care what they think and I know they spent a lot of money to get you here." His shrug and look of determination backed up his words.
Rhiannon was equally touched and annoyed. She was horny as hell but appreciated his desire for fidelity. "What do you want to do?" He shook his head and shrugged again. "Do you want me to dance or something?" She was at a bit of a loss but just then she was struck by an idea. "I'm really horny. Do you mind if I ... would you like to watch me masturbate?"
His eyes lit up at this and he smiled. "Sure! That'd be all right." She smiled and climbed onto the bed. She piled up the pillows at the head so she could lounge comfortably. She hiked up her short skirt and opened her legs. The groom, she still didn't know his name, watched as her fingers found their way to that warm spot between her legs. She was slippery with desire.
She thought briefly of the man near the bar. Did he recognize her? Why should he? He should have, shouldn't he? She pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on what she was doing. She dipped a finger deep inside and then began massaging her clit.
Normally, she liked to watch porn or read an erotic story to get in the mood, but her whole week had been an erotic story and just stripping for the men had put her in the mood. Thinking back over what happened to her that week, she knew she could cum in seconds. Should she cum quickly and then make herself cum again? Decisions, decisions!
The groom watched her from the edge of the bed. She had masturbated for men before, but they were always naked and they almost always ended up screwing. This was different. He wanted her, she wanted him, but he refused to touch her. It was infuriating.
She was just on the edge of cumming, but held back. She wanted to rid the sensation as long as she could. She thought about how Charles made her walk around his apartment naked, how he tied her up and let those strangers fuck her. She pulled back; too close to the edge! She thought about the art class and all those people staring at her as she stood naked before them. They were the first people to really see her totally naked. Even with boyfriends she was a bit shy about flaunting her nudity. All those strangers looking at her. She thought about how many of them might have desired her. She saw more than a few men look at her with lust. She was sure some of the women did, too.
"Ohhh!" she cried out loud. She couldn't hold back the orgasm. "Ohhh!" she cried again. She opened her eyes and stared at the groom. "Oh my god!" His look changed from wonderment to congratulatory smile. "Oh my god," she said again, "that was intense." She slumped down, nearly exhausted, and closed her eyes.
Her head rolled to the side. "I really need to get fucked. Are all those guys going to fuck me?"
"Most of them" he answered.
"Good."
"You want me to get you one?" She murmured agreement and he stood up to leave.
"What do you want me to tell them if they ask about what we did?" she asked.
"Keep them guessing. Don't tell them anything. It will drive them insane." She smiled at this.
He moved quietly to the door and slipped out. Seconds later, a big cheer rose in the other room. She roused herself from the bed but realized she had left her top in the other room. She pulled off her skirt and sat cross-legged on the bed. She felt too naked and grabbed a pillow to cover herself just as the doorknob turned. The next man in the room was the fellow who lead her downstairs.
"So, you won the coin toss ... or short straw or something?"
He smiled and said "It's my place so I demanded sloppy seconds. It's not quite my droit de seigneur but this isn't really a castle, I suppose." She puzzled at the expression but said nothing. "Did our groom serve you well?"
"He was a perfect gentleman. All we did was play cards and he didn't cheat once," she said haughtily. She didn't realize she had made a double entendre until a moment later.
"Cards, eh? Well, I didn't bring my cards."
"Oh, did you bring me something else?" She smiled and winked.
"You want me to show you?" She pulled the pillow away, nodded excitedly, and pushed to the edge of the bed. "You have to open it, though." She grinned and went to work on his belt and trousers. His pants were open in seconds. She enjoyed her orgasm, but she really wanted a hard cock inside her.
His cock was a pretty good size, she admitted to herself. She slid off the bed to her knees and pressed it against her face, looking up at him. "Thank you for the lovely gift. Can I play with it now?" She didn't wait for an answer but just started sucking it. He groaned as she went to work with her hand, stroking him and playing with his balls.
When he was good and hard, she pulled him out of her mouth with an audible "Pop!" and said "I want you to fuck me." She grabbed a condom from her bag and rolled it on him. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and opened her arms wide. "Come and give it to me." She was plenty wet and he slipped into her with no effort.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed him deeply. It felt so good to be filled. He pumped away at her for five minutes without stopping. She was just on the edge of climaxing again when he moaned and slowed to a halt. She could picture the condom filling with cum inside her pussy. She preferred that he came in her mouth, but she didn't think he'd be quite so quick to finish.
He kissed her once more and slowly pulled out. The vacancy he left inside her felt terrible."Shall I send in the next victim, m'lady?"
"Yes," she said, recovering enough to joust with him, "please do." She caught herself from adding "one with a big dick." His cock was plenty big, but if she had said that out loud, he would probably have been insulted. Men were so fragile about some things.
He pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. She only then realized that he was basically fully dressed as he fucked her. This was the most wham-bang-thank-you-ma'am moment in her life. She rolled over and leaned on one elbow. He winked as he turned to the door.
The next man arrived only moments later. He was pretty ordinary looking, but as horny as she was earlier. He introduced himself as he pulled off his pants. He was rock hard and ready for action. Rhiannon smiled at this. She spent a few minutes sucking his cock before reaching for the condom and asking "How do you want me, baby?" He liked it doggy style.
She knelt on the edge of the bed. He held her hips firmly with both hands. His cock found its way insider her without any poking or prodding. He pounded her hard, using his arms to pull her toward him at every thrust. She could feel his hips pounding against her ass. He let go of her hips and grabbed her tits hard, pinching her nipples between his knuckles. She could feel the pressure building up. She reached between her legs to play with herself. His balls slammed into her fingers rhythmically. When he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, her orgasm was quick and intense.
"I want you to cum in my mouth," she pleaded to him.
"You gunna swallow my load?"
"Yeah, I want it!" she cried.
"OK, get ready!" He pulled out of her and peeled off the condom in a practiced motion. She slid to her knees again, tilting her head back and opening her mouth.
"I want it," she said, pointing to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, ready to receive his offering. He stroked his cock hard then leaned in to touch the tip to the middle of her tongue. The stream of cum shot out of his cock and pooled into her mouth in three short spurts. The sticking fluid coated her mouth and throat as she swallowed. She opened her mouth again as he milked one last drop from his cock. She followed up by sucking him again.
When he softened just a bit, she leg go of him and said, "Wow, you're really good." He smiled and stroked her hair. She didn't think much of this guy when he came in, but he sure showed her that looks were not everything. Glancing at the table clock, she realized he had only been with her for fifteen minutes. He got dressed, gave her a kiss on each cheek, and left the room.
Rhiannon was sitting on the edge of the bed when the next man in line entered. He was a bit younger than the groom, very average looking, and quite a bit nervous. "Are you ready?" he asked. What an absurd question, she thought.
"What do you want to do to me?" she asked with a lascivious smile.
"Y-yeah," he stammered, not quite answering her question. There was no way this guy was a virgin. She figured he was so nervous because his buddies were just on the other side of the door.
She stood up. He took a quick moment to check her out as she walked toward him. "We're going to have some fun, right?" she asked, placing a hand behind his head and pressing her body against him. Was he ... trembling? "We're just going to have some fun," she repeated, bringing her face closer and closer to his. She went up on her toes to press her lips against his.
He seemed to melt then. With the tension broken he put his arms around her and stroked her back. His lips parted and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He responded in kind. She moaned when his hands found her ass and squeezed gently. "I want you inside me, baby," she said into his ear. "I want to feel you deep inside me." She kissed him again and the passion flowed through him.
Reaching down, she undid his belt and eased his jeans open. She reached into his shorts and felt for his cock. It was only just starting to swell. "Oh, this is what I want, baby," she murmured. "I want this inside me." She kissed him once more then dropped to her knees to suck him off.
Suck him off is exactly what she did. No sooner had he gotten hard when he let out a moan and shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked him some more, but he pulled away. "That was really good," he said.
She was a bit disappointed, but it was not the first time a man had cum in her mouth before fucking her. "That's my specialty," she replied, licking her lips for emphasis. "Aw," she said, lifting his flaccid cock, "it's getting all soft. Do you want me to make it hard again?"
"No thanks. That was great, though. Thank you!" He pulled up his pants as she stood up next to him. She was about to ask him if he was going to leave, but it was rather obvious that that was exactly what he was going to do. He gave her a quick kiss and slipped out the door without another word.
"That was a strange one," she said softly.
The next man entered. He was quite tall, towering over her; she felt very small next to him. He had a soft grey mustache and gentle brown eyes. He held out his hand as he introduced himself. Rhiannon almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation. She followed the same routine as before, she sucked him and then he fucked her. So it went with the next man and the one after that. None of them wanted to go down on her. She thought this was very strange since more than one in four guys loved cunnilingus. She supposed it was because they were all worried that they'd be licking the same pussy as their friend before him. Guys were weird that way.
She sat in the messy bed, the covers were all over the room by then, she did a mental count of which men she had seen and who was left. It was almost time for her to go so there could not be but one or two to visit her. Just as she thought about the man at the bar, he opened the door.
"Hello Miss Kelly."
She blushed and pulled part of the sheet over her lap in an attempt to hide her very obvious nudity. "Hello Professor Kensington." She couldn't meet his eyes, but just stared down at her feet and tried to make herself small.
"It's not often I meet former students at private parties." She felt mortified.
"What, I don't get a kiss or even a handshake?" Like a schoolgirl caught the boys her knickers, she climbed off the bed with her head lowered and stood up. When she met his eyes and saw his smile, she got hold of herself. He would not have entered this room if he wanted to scold her. He entered this room because he wanted something else. He wanted her.
She stepped into his arms and kissed him deeply. The bristles of his beard tickled her face. All the times she had fantasized about this man as she sat in his class, she had never imagined a scenario like this. His big hands were wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him. She felt like a character out of a cheesy romance novel, being rescued from a brothel by a nobleman.
This man was no noble, however. He had come to take her, not rescue her. His hands were now firmly gripping her bare ass, pulling her cheeks apart as he kneaded her flesh. As his tongue probed her mouth, she felt her knees grow weak. She pulled away from his lips long enough to say "I'll do anything you want, professor."
"That's what I like to hear," he replied. He pushed down on her shoulders. She knew what he wanted. She pulled the heavy leather belt from his corduroy trousers. She wondered what it would be like for him to spank her with that belt. She pulled down his pants and faced the silk briefs. Her heart was beating faster than it had all week. She tugged at the waistband until his penis swung free. He was still soft. She pressed her face against him and breathed deeply. She could smell a mix of musky man scent and strong cologne.
She looked up at him briefly before returning her attention back to his cock. She held it in her hands and kissed it and pressed her cheek against it. It was hardening. She looked up again and slowly took it into her mouth. His smile was warm and friendly, just like her first day of class last year. She closed her eyes and let it slide all the way to the back of her throat. Her nose was now pressed up against his pelvic bone. She hoped he liked that.
She held the cock deep in her mouth for a few moments before easing it out. It was much harder now. She worked her head back and forth, sliding his dick in and out, covering it with her saliva until it dripped. She desperately wanted this thing inside her and this man on top of her, to fulfill one of her cherished college fantasies.
Somehow she knew that when he was fully hard, he would not blow his load in her mouth right away. He was the sort of man who knew how to play a woman. She sucked him and played with his hairy balls until he made a motion to step out of his pants. She looked up to see that his shirt was already off. She stood up and pressed close against him. When he kissed her this time, she could feel it through his whole body.
Grinning, she backed away from him and fell back on the bed. She held her arms open for him to join her; he was hers now. He came over and knelt at the edge of the bed. He pulled her along the sheets until she was almost at the edge. When he pressed his bearded face between her legs, she nearly came as the bristles tickled her thighs. It was the excitement of one of her professors pleasuring her that really did it, though, and moments later she was gasping for breath as she came.
He stood up and swung her around on the bed until her head was between her legs. The move caught her by surprise as she had no idea what he was doing. His cock was right over her face now so it was soon clear what was going to happen. She opened her mouth and he fed his cock. He fucked her face for a few moments, allowing her to get a breath on every second stroke. Her eyes watered and she gagged as he fucked her throat.
"Oh my god," she said when he stopped. She rolled onto her side, he slid in beside her and ran his hands over her body. She tingled all over. He was going to fuck her now. "I want you," she murmured. "I want you inside me." She rolled onto her back.
He climbed on top of her and reached between her legs for his cock. As he got closer, she pressed the head against her clit and rubbed up and down. She wanted to bring herself off on his cock. He recognized what she was doing and re-positioned himself. With his hand, he flicked his cock back and forth over her clit and lips. Her hands went to her tits and squeezed them hard. She wished he could squeeze them for her while he played with her that way.
Rhiannon came with a low moan. He continued to rub her clit until she reached down and covered her pussy with her fingers. The smile on his face was as warm as the feeling coursing through her body. He was pressing his cock between her lips.
"Have you been tested?" he asked. Mine was last month. She nodded, wanting to feel his bare flesh inside her. He pushed in slowly, her lips spread apart and her opening expanded, welcoming his cock inside her. She took a deep breath and tensed up. Professor Kensington was pushing his bare cock into her body!
When he was all the way in, he bent down and kissed her passionately. She could feel his cock pulse inside her and she responded by squeezing him inside. They continued to do this until he pulled back slightly and thrust in gently. This was followed by successively longer strokes until his whole cock left her body and then forced its way back between her hungry lips. The bed was shaking with each hammer blow and Rhiannon was loving every stroke. "Oh," she cried, "fuck me!"
The knock at the door startled them both. Rhiannon recovered and looked at the clock. It was past time for her to leave. "Oh my god, the driver is waiting to take me!" Her face screwed up in frustration. "Damn it!" She could feel the tears welling up. She had wanted this so badly. Why did he have to be last and not first. Damn it.
"You have to go?" he asked.
"I'm so sorry!" She really was tearing up now.
"Hey, relax, it's OK. I take too long, sorry."
"I really want you to cum, but I have to go!" Her voice was pleading.
"Where are you going. Do you have another show?"
"I just ..." Actually, she didn't have anywhere she had to be. Would the club let her stay? The driver was under strict orders to take her away, though. That had been made abundantly clear from the outset. "He has to take me home or back to the club."
"How about this," he said. He pulled a receipt from his wallet and began writing. "If you have no other engagements, Miss Kelly, you can come to my home and we can finish what we started out our leisure."
"Yes," she answered breathlessly, joy creeping into her voice.
He pulled on his clothes and removed a key from his wallet. "Have the driver take you to that address and see you safe inside. That key opens the door. I have a spare" She accepted it from him as if it was a valuable gem. She reached into her bag and stuffed in her wallet.
She pulled the clothes out of her bag and started dressing as quickly as she could. Dressed at last, she kissed him deeply and dashed out the door, remembering to grab the Maple Leafs top. The remaining few men called to her and wished her well as she dashed up the stairs and out the door.
The driver was waiting patiently in the car. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't see the time. I'm so sorry." He said nothing but pulled away as the door closed. "Can you ... take me home instead of back to the club?" He held up a finger and picked up the phone. He was checking with the club, no doubt.
"Yeah, no problem," he said when he hung up. "Where to?" She handed him the paper with the address. He punched it into the GPS.
She slumped back and thought about what just happened. What just happened? What about what will happen? Having Professor Kensington all to herself?
Out of sight from the driver, she reached between her legs and slowly masturbated.
After confirming they were at the right address, the driver returned from the house and opened her door. The neighborhood was a typical working-class, with rows of two and three-story buildings, many of which had balconies and exterior stairways. She pulled herself from the car and walked up the steps to the entrance. The man at the door smiled and she smiled right back at him. She knew the sexy cheerleader outfit made her look good and, despite the fact that she loathed that particular team, she felt good.
She took the man's hand and they exchanged kisses and introductions. "We're all downstairs," he said, leading her to the steps. The house looked very nice. Lots of wooden furniture and plenty of books on the shelves. She realized he was still speaking to her, "... getting married in two weeks so this is out last chance ..."
The basement was surprisingly large, but quite dark. A huge TV screen dominated one wall. It faced a large couch and and two easy chairs. A quick glance at the walls indicated that the owner was a serious sports fan. The old paneled walls were decorated with framed images and memorabilia of hockey and football. While the upstairs was surely decorated by a woman, this region below was the domain of men. A couple of guys sat at the small bar, a few more lounged on the couch. They were of various shapes and sizes, all middle-aged, and all holding drinks.
Rhiannon's entrance into the room was greeted by cat calls and cheers. She smiled and tried to pay attention to her host. "Let me show you the room," he continued. He guided her past the bar to an open door. Inside was a small bed with a hideous bedspread and pillows with frills. Obviously a guest bedroom ... designed to ensure the guest did not stay more than a few nights.
"So," he continued, handing her a wad of bills, "I have three hundred for you here. That will cover your dance time and half an hour with Bill. I know the other guys are going to want to get in on the action, too." He looked her up and down with a discerning eye and smiled. "How much more do you want?"
"How man guys are there?" She suggested a flat rate for the remaining eight guys. "Maybe just keep it to fifteen minutes each, though, OK?" He agreed.
"Did you bring music, or do you want me to put something on?"
"Oh, no, I don't have music. If you have something I can dance to, that would be great," she replied. "Oh, and can could really use a beer." He leaned out the door to call one of the guys and a bottle of beer appeared moments later. He gave it to her and said he would find some appropriate music. She took a couple of long slugs from the bottle and looked at the room. This was where she was going to fuck a man who was about to get married. She`d fuck him and every other guy at that party.
She took another pull from the beer and remembered that time in high-school. There were more girls than boys at that party, and all the girls were vying for attention. She had gotten pretty wasted and boldly offered to blow one of the boys in the laundry room. He didn`t last long, unfortunately. She made the same offer to another guy. She ended up sucking off five guys in the course of two hours. For the next few months, she had more date offers than she had all her life. It was a fun time.
Using her cell phone, she called the driver and let him know how long she would be. After touching up her make-up in the mirror, she finished the beer, dropped her bag on the bed and went back into the den. She took short steps and swung her hips to make the little skirt sway back and forth.
The men were sitting on, or standing behind, the couch. The TV was playing a porn movie. "That ought to keep things interesting" she thought. The lights had been dimmed, but someone turned a desk lamp toward the TV wall to give her a sort of a spotlight. The music came on just as she passed the bar. She was pleasantly surprised to hear the old "Sweet Home Alabama" hit. She would have thought these guys were more into Neil Young than Lynyrd Skynyrd. She was hoping for something a bit more up-to-date, but the beat was perfect.
Without a pole, she had nothing to lean on, so it was all floor dance. The floor was a thick carpet, unfortunately, but she made the most of the situation. In keeping with the cheerleader theme of her costume, she flung her hands in the air and kicked her knees up. She kept it simple, at first, not wanting to do anything too challenging until she was warmed up. The guys were enjoying themselves, singing along to the lyrics and cheering her on. She would spin around to raise the hem of the skirt and give them a tease of way lay beneath.
The next song in the queue was another oldie, but it had a good rocking rhythm. She attempted a high kick and realized she couldn't quite manage it. She had run out of cheerleader moves. "Time for sexy moves," she said to herself. She recalled one of the girls from the strip club whose dance routine included running her hands over her body. Rhiannon emulated the girl's moves, incorporating them into her own routine. Sliding her hands over her breasts and down her belly, her fingers slipped beneath the waistband of the skirt, as if she might take it off. Instead, she spun around and bent over a bit. Her hands eased over her thighs, reaching to her knees and back up. Out of sight from the men, her hands explored the region between her legs. It was intended for show, of course, but she couldn't help playing with herself a bit. When she turned around, she made a show of licking her fingers and the guys hooted in approval.
She thought how odd it was to be dancing for these men. Some tropical birds, she recalled, cleared a space in the jungle and attempted to attract a mate by performing a dance. The females would gather in the branches to watch. If the male performed well, she would let him mate with her. Here, she was performing the dance and she would let every one of the males mate with her. "How far our species has advanced," she thought and smiled. They were all going to fuck her tonight, but it was her job to turn them on first. In the glare of the light shining on her, she could make out the features of only half the men in the room.
The third song came on and it was time to get serious. It was time to strip. It was time to get the loathsome hockey outfit off her body. She reached beneath her top and played with her breasts. As she shook her hips, she slowly pulled the jersey over her head, then whipped it around like a cowboy hat. She took a long underhand swing and the top sailed over the couch and into the hands of one of the men standing there. The other guys cheered him on, "She wants you, man! Yeah!"
Now she was down to bra and skirt. She wanted to fling the skirt out to her audience but some of the guys were chanting "Show us your tits!" She turned her back to them and made a show of unclasping her bra. Like most women, she was very self conscious about her size and would normally be too embarrassed to undress like this in front of a group of men, but it had been a long and interesting day and she had little in the way of inhibitions left.
She turned around but kept her breasts covered with one arm. She flung her bra around and tossed it to another guy. With both hands free, she cupped her breasts and thrust her hips rhythmically toward the men. She next gave them a view of her nipples as she pinched them between her fingers. She started spinning around and raised her hands over her head. Her skirt flew up giving a view of nearly all her body. They guys clapped.
A hardback wooden chair appeared out of the darkness. Rhiannon thought they wanted her to use it in her dance routine, but moments later, two guys pulled a third into the light and sat him down. From the jeers, it was obvious that this was the groom. She smiled impishly and looked him in the eyes as she danced in front of him. He was in his late thirties and actually pretty good looking.
He sat with his knees apart, just a bit of chair showing between his legs. She seized the opportunity by putting her foot there and leaning forward as she stood. She felt like a bare breasted Wonder Woman interrogating a perp. He leaned back and grinned. Unsure what to do next, she shaking her head and shoulders, making her hair fly everywhere. To the beat of the music, she lunged forward and back, making like she was playing lead guitar. This got a great reaction from her audience.
She pushed away from the chair and did another spin, all while playing her air guitar. Spotting one of the men returning from the bar with a fresh bottle of beer, she danced up to him and grabbed it from his hands before he had a chance to drink. The men laughed and she took a long drink just as the music changed style. She really was thirsty.
She turned her attention back to the groom. His legs were farther apart now, expecting her to perform the same move she had before. Instead, she straddled him, pressing her groin against his. He was nice and hard. She took another drink of the beer and slowly gyrated her hips, pressing hard against his bulge. She finished the bottle and passed it to the man sitting nearest her.
Putting her hands on the back of the chair, she arched her back, driving her ass hard against him. He responded by holding her at the small of her back. She flung herself forward, then grabbed his hands and put them on her tits. He squeezed them, tweaking her nipples lightly, then running his hands along her flanks and down to her ass. Her hands were in the air, swaying in time with the music.
She put her lips near his ear. "Are you going to fuck me, baby?" she whispered. "Because I need to be fucked bad." She rolled her ass around on his lap some more. Her experience in lap dancing came primarily from watching movies, so her repertoire of moves were rather limited.
She stood up, turned around, lifted her skirt and shook her ass. She lifted her skirt and gave it a slap. He got the hint and gave her a halfhearted slap. "Come on, baby, give it to me!" she cried. He hit her harder and he gave her another spank. "Yeah!" she encouraged him. The men were equally encouraging, urging the groom to spank her ass hard.
She stepped away from him then. Reaching beneath her skirt, she eased her thong over her hips and slid it down her thighs. The guys cried out with approval. She let them go and they dropped to her ankles. She stepped out of them with one foot and kicked the other into the air. Her thong flew straight overhead, catching it with her hand. She could see the dark stain, wet with her desire. As the men applauded, she spun it around on her finger. She wasn't done yet, though. She put it over the grooms head and pulled it down until he wore it like a necklace. He laughed all the while.
Turning her back on the groom again, she sat on his lap and reached behind her head to wrap her arms around his neck. His hands went to her thighs, then along her stomach. They stopped when he reached her breasts. He squeezed them and played with her nipples as she did her best to massage his cock with her ass. She was super horny and wanted him inside her.
She wasn't sure if they wanted her to dance more, but she was too aroused to do anything more. She stood up and grabbed the groom's hand. He thought she was pulling him up to dance because he moved in close and put an arm around her. She stepped away, still holding his hand, and gave him a big smile. She moved toward the gap between the couch and the easy chair, pulling him with her.
The guys moved away and she walked through them, heading toward the guest room. The men were clapping and cheering and slapping her on the ass and the groom on the back. "Give it to her good, boy!"
Rhiannon stumbled a moment when she suddenly recognized the bearded man standing with his back to the bar. She had to catch herself from waving and saying hello. Her eyes locked with his briefly but he gave no hint of recognition. She felt a lump in her throat.
In a momentary trance, she drifted to the door, groom in tow. She twisted the handle and pushed. In a moment of inspiration, she turned to the men, waved, grabbed the groom by the shirt front and pulled him in. She blew a kiss to the rest of them before closing the door. "I'm next!" one of the guys shouted. This was followed by shouts from the other men. She could hear them argue as she turned her attention to the groom.
His smile was gone and he looked serious. He took her thong from around his neck and set it on the nightstand. "Look," he said, as he sat on the edge of the bed, "you're really hot and I would love nothing more than to fuck you, but I really want to stay faithful to my bride." He could see the disappointed look on her face because he added, "I've fooled around with a lot of girls and these guys think they know me and maybe they do, but I love this girl and I can't go through with this. I don't care what you tell the other guys, tell them we screwed like rabbits, but I really can't do it. I don't care what they think and I know they spent a lot of money to get you here." His shrug and look of determination backed up his words.
Rhiannon was equally touched and annoyed. She was horny as hell but appreciated his desire for fidelity. "What do you want to do?" He shook his head and shrugged again. "Do you want me to dance or something?" She was at a bit of a loss but just then she was struck by an idea. "I'm really horny. Do you mind if I ... would you like to watch me masturbate?"
His eyes lit up at this and he smiled. "Sure! That'd be all right." She smiled and climbed onto the bed. She piled up the pillows at the head so she could lounge comfortably. She hiked up her short skirt and opened her legs. The groom, she still didn't know his name, watched as her fingers found their way to that warm spot between her legs. She was slippery with desire.
She thought briefly of the man near the bar. Did he recognize her? Why should he? He should have, shouldn't he? She pushed those thoughts aside and concentrated on what she was doing. She dipped a finger deep inside and then began massaging her clit.
Normally, she liked to watch porn or read an erotic story to get in the mood, but her whole week had been an erotic story and just stripping for the men had put her in the mood. Thinking back over what happened to her that week, she knew she could cum in seconds. Should she cum quickly and then make herself cum again? Decisions, decisions!
The groom watched her from the edge of the bed. She had masturbated for men before, but they were always naked and they almost always ended up screwing. This was different. He wanted her, she wanted him, but he refused to touch her. It was infuriating.
She was just on the edge of cumming, but held back. She wanted to rid the sensation as long as she could. She thought about how Charles made her walk around his apartment naked, how he tied her up and let those strangers fuck her. She pulled back; too close to the edge! She thought about the art class and all those people staring at her as she stood naked before them. They were the first people to really see her totally naked. Even with boyfriends she was a bit shy about flaunting her nudity. All those strangers looking at her. She thought about how many of them might have desired her. She saw more than a few men look at her with lust. She was sure some of the women did, too.
"Ohhh!" she cried out loud. She couldn't hold back the orgasm. "Ohhh!" she cried again. She opened her eyes and stared at the groom. "Oh my god!" His look changed from wonderment to congratulatory smile. "Oh my god," she said again, "that was intense." She slumped down, nearly exhausted, and closed her eyes.
Her head rolled to the side. "I really need to get fucked. Are all those guys going to fuck me?"
"Most of them" he answered.
"Good."
"You want me to get you one?" She murmured agreement and he stood up to leave.
"What do you want me to tell them if they ask about what we did?" she asked.
"Keep them guessing. Don't tell them anything. It will drive them insane." She smiled at this.
He moved quietly to the door and slipped out. Seconds later, a big cheer rose in the other room. She roused herself from the bed but realized she had left her top in the other room. She pulled off her skirt and sat cross-legged on the bed. She felt too naked and grabbed a pillow to cover herself just as the doorknob turned. The next man in the room was the fellow who lead her downstairs.
"So, you won the coin toss ... or short straw or something?"
He smiled and said "It's my place so I demanded sloppy seconds. It's not quite my droit de seigneur but this isn't really a castle, I suppose." She puzzled at the expression but said nothing. "Did our groom serve you well?"
"He was a perfect gentleman. All we did was play cards and he didn't cheat once," she said haughtily. She didn't realize she had made a double entendre until a moment later.
"Cards, eh? Well, I didn't bring my cards."
"Oh, did you bring me something else?" She smiled and winked.
"You want me to show you?" She pulled the pillow away, nodded excitedly, and pushed to the edge of the bed. "You have to open it, though." She grinned and went to work on his belt and trousers. His pants were open in seconds. She enjoyed her orgasm, but she really wanted a hard cock inside her.
His cock was a pretty good size, she admitted to herself. She slid off the bed to her knees and pressed it against her face, looking up at him. "Thank you for the lovely gift. Can I play with it now?" She didn't wait for an answer but just started sucking it. He groaned as she went to work with her hand, stroking him and playing with his balls.
When he was good and hard, she pulled him out of her mouth with an audible "Pop!" and said "I want you to fuck me." She grabbed a condom from her bag and rolled it on him. She lay back on the bed, spread her legs and opened her arms wide. "Come and give it to me." She was plenty wet and he slipped into her with no effort.
She wrapped her arms and legs around him and kissed him deeply. It felt so good to be filled. He pumped away at her for five minutes without stopping. She was just on the edge of climaxing again when he moaned and slowed to a halt. She could picture the condom filling with cum inside her pussy. She preferred that he came in her mouth, but she didn't think he'd be quite so quick to finish.
He kissed her once more and slowly pulled out. The vacancy he left inside her felt terrible."Shall I send in the next victim, m'lady?"
"Yes," she said, recovering enough to joust with him, "please do." She caught herself from adding "one with a big dick." His cock was plenty big, but if she had said that out loud, he would probably have been insulted. Men were so fragile about some things.
He pulled up his pants and buckled his belt. She only then realized that he was basically fully dressed as he fucked her. This was the most wham-bang-thank-you-ma'am moment in her life. She rolled over and leaned on one elbow. He winked as he turned to the door.
The next man arrived only moments later. He was pretty ordinary looking, but as horny as she was earlier. He introduced himself as he pulled off his pants. He was rock hard and ready for action. Rhiannon smiled at this. She spent a few minutes sucking his cock before reaching for the condom and asking "How do you want me, baby?" He liked it doggy style.
She knelt on the edge of the bed. He held her hips firmly with both hands. His cock found its way insider her without any poking or prodding. He pounded her hard, using his arms to pull her toward him at every thrust. She could feel his hips pounding against her ass. He let go of her hips and grabbed her tits hard, pinching her nipples between his knuckles. She could feel the pressure building up. She reached between her legs to play with herself. His balls slammed into her fingers rhythmically. When he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, her orgasm was quick and intense.
"I want you to cum in my mouth," she pleaded to him.
"You gunna swallow my load?"
"Yeah, I want it!" she cried.
"OK, get ready!" He pulled out of her and peeled off the condom in a practiced motion. She slid to her knees again, tilting her head back and opening her mouth.
"I want it," she said, pointing to her mouth. She stuck her tongue out, ready to receive his offering. He stroked his cock hard then leaned in to touch the tip to the middle of her tongue. The stream of cum shot out of his cock and pooled into her mouth in three short spurts. The sticking fluid coated her mouth and throat as she swallowed. She opened her mouth again as he milked one last drop from his cock. She followed up by sucking him again.
When he softened just a bit, she leg go of him and said, "Wow, you're really good." He smiled and stroked her hair. She didn't think much of this guy when he came in, but he sure showed her that looks were not everything. Glancing at the table clock, she realized he had only been with her for fifteen minutes. He got dressed, gave her a kiss on each cheek, and left the room.
Rhiannon was sitting on the edge of the bed when the next man in line entered. He was a bit younger than the groom, very average looking, and quite a bit nervous. "Are you ready?" he asked. What an absurd question, she thought.
"What do you want to do to me?" she asked with a lascivious smile.
"Y-yeah," he stammered, not quite answering her question. There was no way this guy was a virgin. She figured he was so nervous because his buddies were just on the other side of the door.
She stood up. He took a quick moment to check her out as she walked toward him. "We're going to have some fun, right?" she asked, placing a hand behind his head and pressing her body against him. Was he ... trembling? "We're just going to have some fun," she repeated, bringing her face closer and closer to his. She went up on her toes to press her lips against his.
He seemed to melt then. With the tension broken he put his arms around her and stroked her back. His lips parted and she slipped her tongue into his mouth. He responded in kind. She moaned when his hands found her ass and squeezed gently. "I want you inside me, baby," she said into his ear. "I want to feel you deep inside me." She kissed him again and the passion flowed through him.
Reaching down, she undid his belt and eased his jeans open. She reached into his shorts and felt for his cock. It was only just starting to swell. "Oh, this is what I want, baby," she murmured. "I want this inside me." She kissed him once more then dropped to her knees to suck him off.
Suck him off is exactly what she did. No sooner had he gotten hard when he let out a moan and shot his load into her mouth. She swallowed and sucked him some more, but he pulled away. "That was really good," he said.
She was a bit disappointed, but it was not the first time a man had cum in her mouth before fucking her. "That's my specialty," she replied, licking her lips for emphasis. "Aw," she said, lifting his flaccid cock, "it's getting all soft. Do you want me to make it hard again?"
"No thanks. That was great, though. Thank you!" He pulled up his pants as she stood up next to him. She was about to ask him if he was going to leave, but it was rather obvious that that was exactly what he was going to do. He gave her a quick kiss and slipped out the door without another word.
"That was a strange one," she said softly.
The next man entered. He was quite tall, towering over her; she felt very small next to him. He had a soft grey mustache and gentle brown eyes. He held out his hand as he introduced himself. Rhiannon almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation. She followed the same routine as before, she sucked him and then he fucked her. So it went with the next man and the one after that. None of them wanted to go down on her. She thought this was very strange since more than one in four guys loved cunnilingus. She supposed it was because they were all worried that they'd be licking the same pussy as their friend before him. Guys were weird that way.
She sat in the messy bed, the covers were all over the room by then, she did a mental count of which men she had seen and who was left. It was almost time for her to go so there could not be but one or two to visit her. Just as she thought about the man at the bar, he opened the door.
"Hello Miss Kelly."
She blushed and pulled part of the sheet over her lap in an attempt to hide her very obvious nudity. "Hello Professor Kensington." She couldn't meet his eyes, but just stared down at her feet and tried to make herself small.
"It's not often I meet former students at private parties." She felt mortified.
"What, I don't get a kiss or even a handshake?" Like a schoolgirl caught the boys her knickers, she climbed off the bed with her head lowered and stood up. When she met his eyes and saw his smile, she got hold of herself. He would not have entered this room if he wanted to scold her. He entered this room because he wanted something else. He wanted her.
She stepped into his arms and kissed him deeply. The bristles of his beard tickled her face. All the times she had fantasized about this man as she sat in his class, she had never imagined a scenario like this. His big hands were wrapped around her waist, pulling her tight against him. She felt like a character out of a cheesy romance novel, being rescued from a brothel by a nobleman.
This man was no noble, however. He had come to take her, not rescue her. His hands were now firmly gripping her bare ass, pulling her cheeks apart as he kneaded her flesh. As his tongue probed her mouth, she felt her knees grow weak. She pulled away from his lips long enough to say "I'll do anything you want, professor."
"That's what I like to hear," he replied. He pushed down on her shoulders. She knew what he wanted. She pulled the heavy leather belt from his corduroy trousers. She wondered what it would be like for him to spank her with that belt. She pulled down his pants and faced the silk briefs. Her heart was beating faster than it had all week. She tugged at the waistband until his penis swung free. He was still soft. She pressed her face against him and breathed deeply. She could smell a mix of musky man scent and strong cologne.
She looked up at him briefly before returning her attention back to his cock. She held it in her hands and kissed it and pressed her cheek against it. It was hardening. She looked up again and slowly took it into her mouth. His smile was warm and friendly, just like her first day of class last year. She closed her eyes and let it slide all the way to the back of her throat. Her nose was now pressed up against his pelvic bone. She hoped he liked that.
She held the cock deep in her mouth for a few moments before easing it out. It was much harder now. She worked her head back and forth, sliding his dick in and out, covering it with her saliva until it dripped. She desperately wanted this thing inside her and this man on top of her, to fulfill one of her cherished college fantasies.
Somehow she knew that when he was fully hard, he would not blow his load in her mouth right away. He was the sort of man who knew how to play a woman. She sucked him and played with his hairy balls until he made a motion to step out of his pants. She looked up to see that his shirt was already off. She stood up and pressed close against him. When he kissed her this time, she could feel it through his whole body.
Grinning, she backed away from him and fell back on the bed. She held her arms open for him to join her; he was hers now. He came over and knelt at the edge of the bed. He pulled her along the sheets until she was almost at the edge. When he pressed his bearded face between her legs, she nearly came as the bristles tickled her thighs. It was the excitement of one of her professors pleasuring her that really did it, though, and moments later she was gasping for breath as she came.
He stood up and swung her around on the bed until her head was between her legs. The move caught her by surprise as she had no idea what he was doing. His cock was right over her face now so it was soon clear what was going to happen. She opened her mouth and he fed his cock. He fucked her face for a few moments, allowing her to get a breath on every second stroke. Her eyes watered and she gagged as he fucked her throat.
"Oh my god," she said when he stopped. She rolled onto her side, he slid in beside her and ran his hands over her body. She tingled all over. He was going to fuck her now. "I want you," she murmured. "I want you inside me." She rolled onto her back.
He climbed on top of her and reached between her legs for his cock. As he got closer, she pressed the head against her clit and rubbed up and down. She wanted to bring herself off on his cock. He recognized what she was doing and re-positioned himself. With his hand, he flicked his cock back and forth over her clit and lips. Her hands went to her tits and squeezed them hard. She wished he could squeeze them for her while he played with her that way.
Rhiannon came with a low moan. He continued to rub her clit until she reached down and covered her pussy with her fingers. The smile on his face was as warm as the feeling coursing through her body. He was pressing his cock between her lips.
"Have you been tested?" he asked. Mine was last month. She nodded, wanting to feel his bare flesh inside her. He pushed in slowly, her lips spread apart and her opening expanded, welcoming his cock inside her. She took a deep breath and tensed up. Professor Kensington was pushing his bare cock into her body!
When he was all the way in, he bent down and kissed her passionately. She could feel his cock pulse inside her and she responded by squeezing him inside. They continued to do this until he pulled back slightly and thrust in gently. This was followed by successively longer strokes until his whole cock left her body and then forced its way back between her hungry lips. The bed was shaking with each hammer blow and Rhiannon was loving every stroke. "Oh," she cried, "fuck me!"
The knock at the door startled them both. Rhiannon recovered and looked at the clock. It was past time for her to leave. "Oh my god, the driver is waiting to take me!" Her face screwed up in frustration. "Damn it!" She could feel the tears welling up. She had wanted this so badly. Why did he have to be last and not first. Damn it.
"You have to go?" he asked.
"I'm so sorry!" She really was tearing up now.
"Hey, relax, it's OK. I take too long, sorry."
"I really want you to cum, but I have to go!" Her voice was pleading.
"Where are you going. Do you have another show?"
"I just ..." Actually, she didn't have anywhere she had to be. Would the club let her stay? The driver was under strict orders to take her away, though. That had been made abundantly clear from the outset. "He has to take me home or back to the club."
"How about this," he said. He pulled a receipt from his wallet and began writing. "If you have no other engagements, Miss Kelly, you can come to my home and we can finish what we started out our leisure."
"Yes," she answered breathlessly, joy creeping into her voice.
He pulled on his clothes and removed a key from his wallet. "Have the driver take you to that address and see you safe inside. That key opens the door. I have a spare" She accepted it from him as if it was a valuable gem. She reached into her bag and stuffed in her wallet.
She pulled the clothes out of her bag and started dressing as quickly as she could. Dressed at last, she kissed him deeply and dashed out the door, remembering to grab the Maple Leafs top. The remaining few men called to her and wished her well as she dashed up the stairs and out the door.
The driver was waiting patiently in the car. "Sorry, sorry! I didn't see the time. I'm so sorry." He said nothing but pulled away as the door closed. "Can you ... take me home instead of back to the club?" He held up a finger and picked up the phone. He was checking with the club, no doubt.
"Yeah, no problem," he said when he hung up. "Where to?" She handed him the paper with the address. He punched it into the GPS.
She slumped back and thought about what just happened. What just happened? What about what will happen? Having Professor Kensington all to herself?
Out of sight from the driver, she reached between her legs and slowly masturbated.
