Paul\'s pov
\"I adore sucking your massive cock,\" Sanaz sweeps her tongue up and down my shaft.
As I peer through the glass at the strip club\'s main stage, I hear Dean\'s rhythms. I wonder whether any of the patrons realize that the mirrors they\'re staring up from are one-sided and I can glance down from them at any time. Including now, when a gorgeous stripper is sucking my cock as a brunette rubbed my body.
As soon as I ponder, the hottie twisting my nipples, and I conclude it\'s a silly fucking thing to contemplate and I should just focus .
As soon as I ponder, the hottie twisting my nipples, and I conclude it\'s a silly fucking thing to contemplate and I should just focus . That job is to fuck two new strippers who are old pros at this game. That\'s for sure. Would boning the owner boost their careers?
I am Paul Caspar, 35, one of the fucking so called billionaire, and am having my cock in one woman\'s mouth and my hands in another\'s tits.M
My mum died of cancer and he had divorced her, I haven\'t spoken to my dad since then.
Sanaz groans, \"Paul, I want your cock within me, darling.\" She notices my face, grins, and takes Kendel. The couple kisses for me, then turns aside to face the club\'s window, both nude. What blows my mind is when they both lean down and spit at me.
\"Who want to fuck first?\" Kendel asks, her eyes gleaming with want.
I rip open the condom, encase myself, grip sanaz\'s waist, and drive my quivering cock into her pussy. Yes, she\'s wet.
I\'m pistoning in and out of sanaz\'s canal as she screams lewdly within seconds. Kendel licks and sucking sanaz\'s tits stimulates me. I\'m increasing my speed and can hear my balls hitting sanaz\'s ass to the music.
Sanaz shouts, \"Harder, Paul!\" so I pound into her with enough power. It\'s lucky she has the window to stabilize herself while I attack her cunt.
Three, two, one, bingo! Her pussy grips around my cock and I feel her body tremble.
Sanaz shouts \"Oh fuck!\" as her muscles contract as she orgasms.
\"My turn,\" Kendel says as she plays with my balls. Kendel helps me out of sanaz and rests her back against the window, elevating her leg for easy access. I glide in, wet with sanaz\'s fluids, and she hugs me.
I feel Kendel\'s tits and kneedles them while my cock is agianst her pussy, I suddenly penetrated,withe the melody of music. Sanaz is still shaking.
Fuck, she\'s lovely. With the prettiest eyes and face. Her innocent-looking face is irrelevant; her body is evil. Perfect, huge tits. Slim waist. Legs thin. A...
I\'ll cum. I\'ll cum hard. Calm down. I\'m generally endless. What\'s wrong with me?
Kendel says, \"Baby, I just felt your balls tighten\" \"No worries, my pussy\'s tight.\"
Her pussy is loose. I could fuck a plastic bag, but I don\'t care.
I\'ve only fucked Kendel for five minutes, yet I pull out and chuck my condom.
I\'m groggy. I\'m watching her spin on the pole.
I\'m dying.
Sanaz and Kendel, who have cooled down, kneel and pull me off. They tongue my scrotum.
I fire cumshot. Electric impulses from my nuts to my brain paralyze me as cum leaves my body. My muscles freeze and I get convulsions.
My semen drips from their faces and chins onto their bodies.
The phone rings.
I turn it on while the strippers were sucking my cum.
Brooke\'s voice says, \"Paul.\" \"Meet me immediately at the cROWN Hotel. Your father had a heart problem.\"
I hear the words but don\'t comprehend them.
Brooke pauses before saying, \"Paul.\" \"Sloane\'s dead. You\'re now Caspar Media\'s sole owner; come over. Now.\"
I must go. I must meet Brooke ASAP.
Arcadia\'s pov
Arcadia
I like performing naked when men hurl the cash over you.
No, I appreciate being on stage because I don\'t have to hustle. I like the feeling that I\'m a dancer while not a stripper who were naked on stage while climed out of the bed of the clients.
They\'re watching each other harden as a chick rubs them. I\'m ok hitting on men with my girlfriends. Women are harmless, however. These men at the club are crazy.
The audience makes me want to keep performing.
I never allow them to touch me but they\'ll buck their hips when I pound on them to get deeper.
Yes, I\'m here.The more I can make them do this, the more money I earn and the faster I can pay off my student debts.
I\'m 25. I had to decide whether not stripping was worth not paying rent and going home with my folks. By then, I\'d sent out 700 resumes. Interviews aplenty but without reply.
I turn my head to look at him. \"Baby, you like?\" I pout. His wife may not know where he is. He wore a ring. I wonder whether he has a child and has saved for college. Will his kids need educational loans since Daddy gave them book money?
\"Darling, could you turn around?\" Mr. Wall asks, but remembers what I said about touching. \"I want to see your breasts.\"
My breasts are a hit. They want it on their faces. They want to play with my nips.
\"I like it here,\" I tell him and pound my ass on his crotch.
I\'ve grinded on guys to make them cum. Hilarios. He has a moist spot. I felt his moist trousers. I couldn\'t feel his cock, so it must have been small. He returned to his table and ordered another drink.
\"But...\"
\"See that line, honey?\" I ask him, pointing to the males waiting to ask me to dance. \"You may leave if you don\'t like it.\"
I underestimate Mr. Wall \'s self-worth. He gently pulls me off and uses his hands to compel me to stand.
He responds, \"OK.\" \"Refund?\"
He\'s right, and the song isn\'t even halfway through. The floor manager and House Mom notice individuals like him. All eyes are on me as I spill my wine over his body, and go for the bar. Men grumble as I depart