LA 2070 (Closed for SongstressWithAPen)

[BewareTheDream]

Los Angeles may have looked like a glowing utopia, but underneath the megabuildings, the neon lights, and the Hollywood Sign, the city was as dirty now as it ever was.

Kameron Alualua liked it that way.

A gunmetal gray hovercar descended from the sky and approached Downtown. Easing its way between buildings that were so tall they touched the clouds, the craft drew closer to streets filled with pedestrians and self-driving cars.

Inside the hovercar, Kameron peered at the street cars through a bulletproof window. Poor bastards, he thought. While he was flying around like an angel, they were still bound to the earth. Real shame. There’s plenty of room up here. He chuckled to himself, for there was no one else inside the vehicle—no one made of flesh and bone, anyway.

“Arriving at Misty’s in 2 minutes, 30 seconds,” said the car’s computer. While Kam lounged in his cushy seat, sipping sparkling water from a glass, the computer did all the piloting for him. He took a long drink from his glass, emptying it, before looking at his reflection in the rear view mirror. Looking good as always. He smiled as he ran the tip of his index finger and thumb over his carefully trimmed beard.

The hovercar slowed its descent and then eased onto a landing pad, which was beside a parking lot for ground vehicles. With a press of a button, the left door swung upward, and Kam stepped out. Immediately, he took note of how full the lot was. Even the hovercar landing pads were all occupied, now that he had landed there.

Business is booming tonight, and it’s only Wednesday.

Kameron approached the strip club’s front door, leaving the smell of thruster fumes behind him. Above the door was a giant, blue-green neon light that told the world that this was Misty’s. The color of the sign reminded him of the waters of Aruba, where he had vacationed early this year. Two bouncers were stationed at the door, one on either side. Both of them were built like bruisers, which was what bouncers should be. Kam was taller than both of them, not as bulky, and likely quicker. He figured he could take them both if he wanted, but tonight he was on his best behavior.

“Good evening,” one of the bouncers said, a big smile on his face and a weapon detection wand in his beefy hand. “Sorry to have to do this, Sir, but we’re going to have to scan you.”

Dude looks like a boxer but talks like a customer service agent. He’s doing his job right, then. After I buy this place, I’ll be sure to keep him around.

“No problem,” Kameron said, a smile of his own appearing on his tanned face. “This isn’t my first time here, so I know the drill.” He lifted his arms a little and held them to his sides.

“Thank you, Sir.” The friendly bouncer waved the wand over Kam’s sides, legs, and arms, quick and easy. No weapons were detected, because he kept his guns in the car. “You’re good to go, Sir. Welcome to Misty’s.”

“Much appreciated.” The (possible) future owner of one of LA’s most popular strip clubs stepped through the red double doors.

Inside, the lights were dim, and hidden speakers blared hip hop music. The song that was playing was loud but slow. Kameron knew it and liked it—in fact, he had the album stored on his car’s computer. Feeling the groove, he bobbed his head to the music while he stopped by the lobby register to pay the cover charge.

“Hi, sweety,” said the woman who took his credit chip and processed his payment. She looked Japanese, was probably in her twenties, and was dressed in a delightfully short skirt and sleeveless shirt that was so small it may as well have been a bikini top. Her hair was long, black with lime green tips, and tied into a single ponytail. “Didja come here with someone in mind?” She checked him out and made no attempt to hide it. Kam could see the hunger in her eyes, which was a familiar sight.

Kam checked her out, too, just as brazenly. He imagined wrapping her ponytail around one of his hands and pulling on it while fucking her from behind. She was tiny, especially compared to him, so he’d probably break her. “Nah, no one in particular,” he answered. “I guess you can say I’m window shopping.” He grinned.

Lime Green giggled. It sounded genuine, but Kam knew better than to think it was. What I said wasn’t really funny.

“I’m on register duty tonight, as you can see, but I’m dancing tomorrow night. Think you can come back and do some more window shopping then?” She reached across the counter to straighten the lapel of his silver sports coat, which he knew didn’t need straightening.

He glanced at her hand, then back up to her face, his grin holding. “I won’t make any promises about tomorrow, but I expect to be here often. If I don’t see you dance tomorrow night, then I will later, I’m sure.”

“Okay, sweety. I’m Keiko. And I’d better see you in the audience sometime.”

“Oh, you’ll see me, all right. Later, Keiko.” Kameron stepped away without giving her his name.

He stepped through dark curtains and entered the actual strip club. The music, the scent of alcohol, and the promise of sin were all heavy in the room. No one was on the main stage at the moment, but both of the smaller side stages had girls dancing to the smooth hip hop. Kam spent a moment to appreciate both of the naked ladies before checking out the crowd. The place was packed, just as the full parking lot and landing pads suggested. There were colorful, scantily clad women mingling and flirting with the audience, as well as serving them drinks. A few of the strippers led some of the male clientele toward the private rooms in the back.

A beautiful, black dancer took the hand of someone who had a front row seat to the main stage and led him away for a private dance, if not more. Kam wasn’t about to let someone else snatch that primo seat, so he maneuvered past the tables, chairs, and bodies to make that seat his own.

Now comfortable in one of the best seats in the house, he waited for a waitress to stop by and take his order. More importantly, he waited to see who would take the main stage next.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

La 2070

~Mia Russo, formally known as Amelia Caputo - yes, of those Caputos, gave herself one last look in her mirror. The 8' by 5' slab of glass served as a privacy screen, dividing dressing areas for each dancer. It could also be used as a mirror, and personal tablet to check whatever it was a stripper wanted to look up while on their shift. Turning this way or that, Mia determined that she looked perfect. She looked hot.

A short, flouncy, red leather skirt barely covered her perky ass. The black, studded leather vest she wore barely contained the generous swell of her breasts. The skimpy garment left her slender, slightly muscular arms bare, revealing the tanned, and olive-colored skin that spoke of the Italian genes she inherited from her father. The vest was cropped, showing her flat stomach and navel, which was pierced. A red stud hung from a short chain, caressing the top of the leather skirt. Down below, red and black studded, leather boots hugged shapely, dancer's legs. They ended at mid-thigh, baring the smooth skin of her upper thighs.

Thick, silky chestnut-colored locks were left down and fell a couple of inches past her shoulders. The strands fell in long layers, framing her heart-shaped face. Almond-shaped eyes the color of melted chocolate were lined in dark eye-liner. Dark eye-shadow gave those eyes a smokey look. Long, thick, inky lashes needed only a touch of mascara. Full, lush lips were painted a bright red. She looked every bit the part she wanted to play on stage for her performance. A call from the speaker in her glass divider-screen informed her that she was due on stage. An excited smile played upon her lips. It was showtime.

Within several minutes of a guest taking his seat in front of the main stage, the lights dimmed. A smooth, sensual voice came through the speakers, "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome to the Misty's main stage, Mia!" Suddenly, the screech of electric guitars filled the speakers. It was an old, old rock song from way back in the 1980's. It was known as something called Hair Metal. The crowd roared as a short-statured, shapely body ran out on stage. Maybe this was why it was packed on a Wednesday night. Perhaps people lined up to see Mia.

The lights came up and the beauty smiled sensually. The guitar screeched and Mia undulated her body forward to back. With glittering eyes, she began to scan the crowd as she danced, chocolate eyes landing on the figure in the seat right in front of the main stage. She always looked to that seat. There was rarely a time that seat wasn't filled with someone who looked as if they belonged in it, yet tonight, the figure looked as if he owned the place.

He looked tall and broad. With the stage lights, it was difficult to make out definition, but from what she could see, he was sexy as hell. He also looked a little familiar. Coyly biting her bottom lip, she began to roll her hips, which turned her around and around in a sensual circle, causing the short skirt to give teasing peeks of her ass. By the time she faced the audience, small, slender fingers were at her waist-band, unzipping. The skirt fell, and Mia stepped out, kicking it to the side of the stage.

A red, lace g-string barely covered what looked to be a completely shaved and bare pussy. The red gem that hung from her navel winked. She turned her back to the audience, then bent completely over so her head could be seen between her spread legs. Her cunt was outlined against the thin lace that covered it. A hand reached through those spread legs to caress her ass and a bit of her pussy. Mia was wet. She always got wet when a hot guy sat in the best seat of the house. And she could feel his eyes on her.

Once she stood, she shook her ass. If one were astute, they would see the tattoo of two magnolias in the center of her lower back. The guitar came in for a sexy lead, and that's when she ran and practically jumped onto the pole in the center of the stage. Legs wrapped tightly around the pole, and Mia bent her body so she ended upsidedown. Her freed hair swung as she spun, her lithe body spinning around the pole until the ends of her hair caressed the floor.

With her hands tightly gripping the pole, she did a little flip until her knees touched the floor. On her hands and knees, she crawled to the front of the stage, right in front of the man who sat closest. She sat up on her knees, eyes locked on the man she could now see very clearly. He was even more good-looking up close. Like, best-looking-guy-she-had-ever-seen, good-looking. She crooked a finger, inviting him closer. If he got closer, she would begin lowering the zipper to the vest. Almost as if this dance was just for him.

She stopped halfway through, then said in a husky voice, "Care to do the rest?" There was a rule against touching the dancers on stage, but Mia had always wanted to break it. She would most likely catch flack by whatever manager was on duty tonight, but she didn't care. It would be so completely worth it. She gave a nod, giving him permission to unzip her the rest of the way. If he did, she would smile wickedly before grabbing the edges of the now unzipped vest to spread the two pieces apart. Eyes only for him, she watched his face as she revealed a set of perfectly-shaped, DDs.

A little shimmy shook those heavy breasts as she rid herself of the leather garment. The man had the perfect view of her perky globes, topped with hard, dusky nipples. Though she wanted to remain on her knees in front of him, though her body ached for more of his lone gaze, she had a dance to perform. From her knees, she slipped into a split, grabbed her breasts from beneath, and gave them a sexy little jiggle. Mia then jumped to her feet.

The high energy number ended with Mia back on the pole. Wrapped around it, she undulated against it as if it were a body, simulating raunchy sex. The song ended with Mia straddling the front of the pole. Her body was bent backward, hands gripping the pole to keep her balance. Even though this strip club offered full nudity, she was still clad in her g-string, which was a choice by those who danced on the main stage. Mia had never taken off her g-string, which was one of the reasons she was so popular. Crowds always came back for more. And, she usually danced to those old, retro, high energy rock songs. She was different, and people loved it.

As the crowd cheered, she stood, and threw a few air kisses out. A wink to the man in the best seat and she ran off the stage. As she made her way back to her dressing area, she noticed her legs were shaky. Her heart pounded in her chest. The man that had taken that seat at the front, whoever he was, had affected her greatly.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Golden oldies weren’t the kind of music that Kameron typically listened to in his free time, so he wasn’t thrilled when he heard it blare through the speakers. But when the lights brightened and Mia took the stage, he began to feel a thrill. She owned that stage from the moment she set foot on it. And when she smiled and started to move her body to the ancient hair metal, he felt that thrill shoot from his heart straight down to his loins.

Their eyes locked for an instant. Kameron’s heart stopped and his cock swelled. “Oh,” he whispered, the word summoned so effortlessly by Mia’s on-stage seduction.

He eye-fucked Mia the entire time she was on stage. Every man and woman in the audience did, but none as intensely as Kameron. Whenever she ran her hands over her lithe, tanned body, he replaced her hands with his. When she rolled her hips, he imagined her rolling them while she sat, impaled, on his enormous erection, which was already filling the front of his pants. When lost the skirt and thrust her ass at him, he pictured himself grabbing it, squeezing it, and spanking it. Her g-string hid almost nothing, and he could tell how smooth she was down there. Her side lips glistened under the stage lights, so he knew she was wet. Her peach must have been succulent, and he wanted to eat it so bad.

All of a sudden, Mia knelt right in front of him. Because she was so close, he caught the scent of her arousal. Her sex scent got his already bulging dick to bulge even more. And when she unzipped her studded vest halfway, exposing her cleavage, his dick got so hard it hurt.

They each got a better look at the other during that moment of closeness. Kameron appeared to be Polynesian. Even seated, he looked huge. His silver sports jacket and black pants were tailored, but he still filled them out, making it clear there was a lot of muscle under there. His hair appeared to be brown, but she’d have to see him under brighter lights to be sure. The hair on his head was thick and long enough to touch his collar, and it curled at the ends. His beard was neatly trimmed, but he let it grow a little thick on his chin.

Then there were his eyes. They were dark and hungry—oh so hungry. It looked like he could eat her right up with only his gaze.

Using a curling finger, She beckoned him to her with it, and like a sailor caught in a siren's spell, he practically floated forward. She asked him if he cared to do the rest. “Sure,” was all he could say, and when he said it he realized his mouth and throat had gone dry. Jumping at the chance to get closer to her, regardless of the rules of the club—which were printed in big text on more than one sign in the lobby—he leaned in, took her zipper, and eased it down the rest of the way. As a reward, he got his first look at her breasts.

Wow…

Mia’s tits looked too perfect to be real, at first. But when she danced there was a jiggle to them that fake breasts didn’t have. And later, when she was swinging and bending backwards on the pole, gravity took hold of them in a way that all but confirmed they were real. He’d have to touch them, grope them, and weigh them in his hands to be positive. He couldn’t help but picture himself running his tongue all over them, and seeing them glisten with his saliva and her sweat.

Kameron was literally on the edge of his seat for the remainder of Mia’s performance. When she wrapped her athletic legs around the pole, he imagined what it would feel like to have them wrapped around his waist. They looked so strong, and he shivered at the thought of them squeezing him.

This wasn’t the first strip club he’d been to. Far from it. He’d seen pole dancers from around the world. Hell, he once attended an international pole dancing competition, so he saw the dancers who were supposedly the best in the world. Although he certainly appreciated their forms, their sexuality, and their artistry, he never got lost in a performance before.

Watching Mia, Kameron got lost in a dance for the first time. He got lost in the music, her sinuous body, and her sensual moves. He wanted to fuck her so badly, it hurt. In his mind’s eye, he fucked her right there on the stage with everyone watching. Not only were they watching, they were taking pictures and video with their smart devices, too. Kameron dreamed of him and Mia 69-ing, so he could eat her peach while simultaneously feeling her juicy lips around his massive shaft. He plowed her from behind while yanking on the long hair that caressed the stage when Mia spun, upside down, on the pole. He drilled her from above with her lovely legs clutching his body, squeezing the breath out of him. She begged for his cum, and he gave it to her by the boatloads.

All of this played out in his imagination until an eruption of applause, hooting, and hollering snapped him out of it. Mia’s performance had come to an end without him realizing it. Blinking rapidly and feeling a little confused, he saw her exit the stage, but not before she winked at him. A persistent ache in his pants reminded him of how erect he was. On top of that, he felt a touch of dampness in his boxer briefs; it was precum.

Whew, I think I almost came for real.

The crowd settled down, and a Roomba-like robot rolled onto the stage. Using two thin, metal arms, it collected Mia’s discarded vest and skirt, and then rolled through the curtain in the back.

Kameron continued to sit there, stunned. A waitress stopped by his seat to take his drink order, but he barely noticed her. “Huh? Oh, no, I’ll get something at the bar. Thanks.”

Feeling floaty, he got up, left the waitress behind, and made his way toward the bathrooms. His raging hard-on caused the front of his pants to jut out, obscenely, but he didn’t care.

Kameron swung the bathroom door open. A man in a sparkly blue blazer was exiting right when he was entering, and stranger had to dodge to the side to get out of Kam’s way.

“Excuse you,” Blue Blazer muttered under his breath, but he didn’t say or do anything else before walking away, probably because Kameron was much bigger. Barely noticing that encounter, Kameron went right for the sink.

His cheeks were flushed, and he was a bit sweaty too; a cool-down was needed. The water turned on automatically when he dipped his hands beneath the faucet. Twice, he gathered water in his large, cupped hands and then splashed it on his face. Next, he looked up and regarded himself in the mirror.

You gotta get a hold of yourself, man. You’re here for business, remember?

Kameron didn’t come here to get his rocks off, although that nearly happened minutes ago. No, he came here to meet the owner—Midas Oday. But he couldn’t meet the guy while he was hot, bothered, and sporting a huge chub, so he needed to cool down first. More importantly, he needed to get the dancer, Mia, out of his mind.
It was like she made a home in his head without even trying. That bothered him.

Standing in front of the mirror, Kameron took his time to regain his composure. He splashed water on his face once more before drying off. He straightened his jacket. And he waited for his erection to go away. For several minutes, he played elevator music in his head, thought of pandas tumbling down a hill, and remembered the smell of the exhaust fumes from his hovercar—whatever unsexy thought came to him, he dwelled on it until his cock calmed down.

Okay. Let’s do this, Kameron thought while looking his reflection in the eye. He then exited the bathroom to meet with Midas. But as much as he tried to banish the dancer from his mind, she still lingered there, dancing in the background.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Yep. The stunt she pulled allowing a customer to touch her while she was on stage had gotten her in trouble. But, not in a talking-to and slap on the wrist from her manager, kind of trouble. The head honcho wanted to speak with her. Mia hadn't even gotten her clothes back before a voice came through her divider-speaker, and announced that she was wanted in Midas's office. "Fuck..." Mia muttered as she toweled some of the sweat off of her brow. She wasn't even going to get a chance to get herself off, something she desperately needed to do after her encounter with the guy in the front row.

Getting close to him on stage made her realize how big and broad he was. He wasn't quite as beefy as some of the bouncers that worked here, but he filled out his jacket really, really well. Mia knew he would be ripped underneath his clothing. She also noticed that his clothing had been tailored. Coming from money herself, she knew the fabrics he wore were expensive. She could only imagine what he did for a living. And goddamn, the way he looked at her, like he wanted to consume every part of her. If that didn't literally make her pussy ache to be filled. He was a big man, and - she noticed as he illegally unzipped her vest the rest of the way - had big hands. He had to be packing down below, as well. Mmm...what she would give to get some of what he had to offer. Lost in her recollection of what happened on stage, her fingers began to slide down her stomach to dip beneath her g-string. Before she could make contact with her aching clit, a gruff male voice came loudly through her speaker. "Now, Mia!"

The dancer jumped about a mile into the air. Midas himself had just spoken through the speaker. He must be pissed. Pissed herself, she responded in kind. "Jesus, Midas. I'm coming! I don't even have my fucking clothes back, yet!" Just at that moment, the robot came rolling into her dressing area. The arms that carried her top and skirt dropped the items on the floor, then left. After a slight pause, Midas's voice came back through her speaker. "Get your ass in gear, Mia. I want you up here in 2 minutes!" Rolling her eyes and talking under her breath, she grabbed the skirt she had danced in, and slid it back on. It zipped easily. Instead of the vest, she opted for a black, halter-style top. It looked like a bikini top. The straps wrapped and tied around her neck, while another band wrapped around and hooked at her back. It held her up and covered her nipples, but revealed a lot of cleavage. Finally dressed, she quickly made her way to the owner's office.

By the time Kameron made his way to the owner's office, he would see that his outer office door was open, but the inner-office door was closed. There were raised voices coming from inside. One was male: Midas. The other, a husky feminine voice. "C'mon, Midas he just unzipped me on stage. It's not like I invited him to fuck my tits. Jessica and Heidi suck cock all the time in the back alley. Why aren't you reaming them a new asshole?" And that was yet another reason why Mia got into trouble. The concept of having someone's back was almost elusive to her. If Mia had loyalty to someone, it was because they had proven, time and time again, that they earned it. There was really only one person in the world that had Mia's loyalty and complete trust. And that person was certainly not one of the multitude of strippers that worked at Misty's.

Midas sighed loudly and rubbed his eyes. Mia knew she was exhausting. But, really? The guy had barely touched her. "Mia, I don't have time to discuss what the other dancers do in the fucking alley. I have an important meeting, right now. We are talking about how you knowingly broke a rule on stage. That rule is there for your safety. And I don't want to hear any more on the subject." Mia's voice came floating through the door, full of attitude. "If you have a damned meeting right fucking now, then why did you summon me up here, O' Grand One?"

"Because...I wanted to inform you that because of your stunt, I am docking an additional 5% from your tips tonight. When you look at your account after your shift and wonder why, you can remember our conversation. Maybe it will make you think about a little thing called consequences before you break another rule." Mia jumped up from the chair she was sitting in, her face contorted in anger. "What? Are you fucking kidding me? You do realize you have a fucking full house on a Wednesday night because of me?" The male voice had lowered, turning dangerous. "Careful, Mia. Or I will take an extra 15%. Now get your ass out of here and finish your shift. And don't give the dancers any trouble tonight."

Mia turned on her heel and left in a huff. The bastards at Misty's already took 15% off their final tips of the night to help pay for bouncers, and any other incidentals. She was going to have 5% more taken off? At least their funds were automatically added to their bank accounts every night. Even the tips they earned were given digitally by the clientele. Whipping the door open, she stalked through before slamming it shut. Too pissed to watch where she was going, she ran into a big, hard wall. Bouncing back, and rocking on the heels of her thigh-high boots, chocolate-colored eyes scanned upwards to have a look at the "wall" she ran into. When she realized whom she ran into, she nearly lost her breath. It was the man she had broken the rules for. And he towered over her, even in three-inch heels. She stood maybe an inch higher than his shoulder. With her shoes off, she most likely wouldn't even reach his shoulder.

Still standing inches away, she could smell him. Whether it be his cologne, his aftershave, or his natural scent, he smelled delicious. Mia wanted to rub all over him like a cat. As her eyes scanned him from head to toe, her tongue peeked out to lick her top lip. Hunger was alight in her eyes as she smiled sensually. "Sorry, Big Guy. The boss and I had a little disagreement about how I asked you to help me out of that vest on stage. Don't worry. It was completely worth it..." She gave him another flirtatious wink before Midas's voice boomed through his closed door. "Go to work, Mia!" An eye-roll was her reaction before they settled back upon the delicious man in front of her. Damn, he made her knees weak.

"I have one more dance tonight in about an hour and a half. I'd love to see you in that front seat. If not, I give great...." A bold lick to those red lips as she paused. "....private dances. Ask for Mia." She didn't touch him as she passed, but left a trail of her floral scent. As she walked out of the outer office, he might have noticed a couple of things. First, she had a totalmof three tattoos. He might have seen them while she danced, but he would see them clearer up close.

Along with the magnolias on her lower back, she had script in blue on her right side between her breasts and her back. It looked as if it was up near her rib-cage. Unless he was examining it, he wouldn't be able to read what it said. The third tattoo was on her left shoulder-blade. A purple butterfly was breaking through a golden, gilded net. It wasn't very big, maybe a couple of inches.

The next thing he would notice was how the edges of her skirt bumped against her ass as she walked. And Mia strutted out of that outer-office. For as pissed as she was about what happened with Midas, breaking that rule had been worth every single cent she lost. And even if she didn't see the mystery man again tonight, he would certainly be the star of her fantasies when she got home and pleasured herself tonight.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

On his way to Midas’s office, Kameron was stopped by two more brickhouse bouncers.

“Sorry, Sir. Staff only past this point.” The bouncer who spoke and raised his hand in the universal “stop” gesture was gray-haired and sour-faced. Despite his age, he still looked like he could tussle.

Kameron smiled. “I’ve got a meeting with Midas. The name’s Kameron Alualua.”

“Oh, I see. Sorry about that, Sir. Please, right this way.” Both bouncers stepped aside, clearing the path to the boss’s office, and Sour Face gestured down the hall with a big smile on his face. To Kameron, the smile appeared forced, almost robotic; he imagined Sour Face only smiled like once or twice a year, and the thought made him grin.

The speed with which they moved out of his way and the lack of any follow-up questions told Kameron a couple of things: not only did their boss tell them about this meeting, but he must have also told them to give the guest the VIP treatment.

Damn right I’m a VIP. And if Midas is smart, I’ll be the new owner within a month.

He stopped outside the closed door, close enough to hear the voices past it. He’d spoken with Midas before, so he recognized his voice. The female voice wasn’t familiar, but he liked the husky sound of it. Both Midas and whoever he was talking to sounded pissed.

Leaning closer to the door, Kameron tried to eavesdrop on the yelling. But it hissed open at that moment, and then Mia stormed out and slammed right into him. The side of her face bumped against his rock-hard pecs, and her boobs bounced off his solid torso.

“Whoa!” he laughed. Instinctively, he grabbed both of her upper arms to steady her while she teetered. Yes, he did indeed have big hands. Strong, too. His fingers felt like iron cords around her shapely arms, and her arms seemed so small within his grasp. His smile wavered when he recognized who she was. He let go of her, but what he really wanted to do was tear her clothes off and fuck her right here.

The surprise encounter with her rendered him momentarily speechless, which was a condition he was unfamiliar with. Mia recovered first and explained the trouble she got into, told him about her next scheduled dance, and teased him before she began to walk away. Those few seconds of flirting were enough to get his dick stiffening once again.

“Hey, wait.” As Mia was about to slip away, Kameron snatched her wrist—not aggressively, just to keep her from going. “In case I’m not here later tonight, here...” He pressed his business card into her palm.

The card was as thin and pliable as paper, but it was made of plastic, and the information on it was digital rather than print. It was basically a tiny, two-sided screen.

On one side of the card, the background was black, and on it the words “Pristine Properties” were written in a cursive-like font. Above the company name was a stylized city skyline. The entire logo was white gold.

On the other side was black text on a white background. It read:

Kameron Alualua
CEO

His cell number, office number, and company email were beneath his name and title. To the left of the text was his headshot. In person or in a picture, Kameron looked more like a moviestar than a businessman.

“One way or another, I’ll hit you up for that private dance,” he promised. In his intense, dark eyes was a promise for a lot more.

While Mia strutted down the hall, Kameron watched her ass and made an “Ooo” face. He also took note of the tattoos her skimpy outfit revealed.

There was something written on her ribs. One of these days, I’m going to read it up-close. Not only would he read it, he’d nibble on her ribs and taste her tattooed flesh, too.

That thought did a swell job of re-inflating his phallus, which was unfortunate, because he was about to step into an important meeting. No amount of unsexy thoughts would’ve deflated him quickly.

Fuck it. I’m going in erect. And so he did.

*****

Midas Oday was the nephew of Misty Oday, the woman whose name glowed in neon above and inside the strip club. Misty wasn’t the club’s very first owner, but she was the one who elevated it to the most popular sex spot in the Greater Los Angeles area. She had a reputation for treating and paying her staff well—especially the dancers. The club’s sterling reputation as a work environment attracted some of the best performers from all around the New United States, and those performers attracted some of the richest clientele.

Misty kept her namesake at the top for over twenty years, until her death in 2066. Her only child, the head of a mega-cult, didn’t want anything to do with her mother’s business, so Misty’s was inherited by Midas. And unfortunately for the club and its staff, Midas did not have a golden touch.

Midas wasn’t necessarily a terrible businessman, but he certainly didn’t have any of his aunt’s talent. It only took a couple years for the well-oiled, erotic machine Misty left behind to start losing popularity and profit. The 2069 financial year was barely profitable overall, and the club was in the red in the last two quarters. Midas lacked imagination, so his first recourse was to reduce the dancers’ pay, but that did little to address the issues. Misty’s wasn’t exactly hemorrhaging money yet, but at this rate it would be soon.

Kameron was well aware of Misty’s financial situation. He had his netrunner team acquire data that should’ve only been available to Midas, his accountants, and his bank. In fact, he suspected he understood Misty’s financials better than Midas did. He already had a plan to get the club back into the black, but to make that happen he needed to own the place, first.

Hence tonight’s meeting.

“Mr. Alualua! Welcome! Please, have a seat.” Midas stood behind his desk, gesturing at one of the two leather chairs on the other side. Black and built like a barrel, the current owner of Misty’s had a shockingly bright smile. Kameron almost flinched because it was so bright.

Dude must spend a fortune on dental work, he thought as he slid into the offered chair. “Thanks for making the time for me, Midas. And feel free to call me Kam.”

“Kam it is!” Midas stepped around his desk to get at a table with a variety of liquor bottles set atop it. For such a round man, he moved with surprising smoothness. “Want anything to drink?”

“Sure. I’ll take some of that scotch with ice.”

Midas plunked balls of ice into two glasses and poured scotch into both. He served one to Kameron before sitting behind his desk once more. “Kam, I want you to know that once I got that call from your secretary, I cleared my schedule to meet you. You really don’t have to thank me for making the time. I’ve got to thank you for being here.”

Sounds like I’ve already got him. He’s making this too easy.

Kam grinned. “Tell you what: let’s agree that we’re both grateful, and get down to business. How does that sound?”

When Kameron looked into Midas’s eyes during that meeting, he saw a man who thought he was drowning. Which was funny, because although Misty’s was currently losing money, the situation could have easily been turned around with a bit of creativity and effort. But creativity and effort didn’t appear to be Midas’s strong suits.
For that reason, the meeting went quickly, and Kameron got exactly what he wanted out of it.

The only bad news of the night came in the form of a phone call. Kameron had to address an emergency, which meant he couldn’t stay to see Mia’s second dance. But he had promised to catch her later for a private dance, and he always kept his promises.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~It had taken everything Mia had to strut out of the office like she hadn't a care in the world. The second encounter with the big, hot, Polynesion-looking businessman had rattled her, too. Only, thanks to her years of being a stripper and dealing with unexpected situations with grace, she recovered a bit quicker than he did. She had gasped when those hands wrapped around her arms to steady her after their run-in. Heat poured off of him in waves. As he let go of her, she swayed forward, as if she couldn't help but be drawn to him. Again, Mia recovered quickly, turning on her best flirtatious smile and hitting him with the husky, cultured-sounding tones of her voice.

As she walked away, leaving the heat and tension of the room before she did something stupid like offering herself in any way to him then and there, he stopped her by wrapping his hand around her wrist. Mia sucked in another breath, for she hadn't been expecting him to touch her again. The skin where his fingers wrapped around her wrist burned at his touch, sending sparks all through her already overly-aroused body. He pushed something into her hand. Turning to face him, she looked down at her hand and read the business card he had given her. Pristine Properties. Hmm...if he was in real estate, then he would definitely know of her former family. She shook that thought from her mind. That was in the past. And it was best to leave things from the past in the past.

She turned the card over and read the name. When her eyes moved from the card, up his chest, and into his dark eyes, hers were sparkling with mischief. "Kameron. Nice to put a name with the face that got me in trouble with the boss." She waited a beat to gauge his reaction before her smile widened. "I'm kidding. I was the one who broke the rules....and I would do it again...." The hand that held his business card lifted so Mia could tap the card against her lips. "If I don't see you for my last dance, I will definitely be using this..." she said, indicating the card. "See you later, Kameron." Turning on her heel, and on shaky legs, she moved out of the office and down to her dressing area.

The rest of her shift passed without incident, mainly because she was still flying high from her encounters with Kameron. Damn, the man was hot. He definitely wasn't in the front for her last dance, so she assumed he hadn't been there at all. If he had a meeting with Midas, then he was probably extremely busy. In her time between dances on the main stage, she gave two very profitable private dances with no rule-breaking and no hanky-panky. It was Kameron she wanted, and until she tried some of what he had to offer, no one else would do. In fact, as she danced for the last guy who paid for a private dance, she began to think back on how she had gotten here.

Amelia Caputo had been born into a life of extreme wealth and privilege. The Caputos were an institution. Like the Fords or Hearsts of old, the Caputo name garnered respect. It was said the family began collecting wealth in the late 1880's, linked with families like the Gambinos. But unlike the Gambinos, the Caputos got into legitimate business. Eventually. Real Estate was the name of the game for many years until several family entrepreneurs rose to the top - including her grandfather, who developed an VR system that was used in many high-tech companies at the time. Soon, the Caputo VR became a household fixture in a world where tech took over all aspects of life. They were still giants in the real estate world, especially in the northeast, but now they had a sterling reputation in the tech-world.

When Mia finally came into the world, there was already a long family history and a standard to uphold. It soon became apparent that Mia would not live up to the Caputo family name. From a young age, she was a hellion. She never listened, ran wild, and pretty much did whatever she wanted. With parents who seemed to ignore their youngest child and only daughter so they may groom their two oldest sons to take over the business, it was obvious she wanted the attention. She went through at least a dozen nannies before the age of 13, half as many tutors, and had a knack for getting into trouble and in the tabloids. At 16, she had been busted several times for underage drinking and clubbing when she was a minor. She had also been linked to several men, all over 21.

But even Mia had limits, and a hard limit was drugs. She didn't mind if everyone else used around her, she just never wanted to touch the stuff. And never did. That was not her kind of party. However, being photographed making out with an up-and-coming actor or musician was completely within her wheelhouse. It was quite easy, given that looks and personality was something Mia had in spades. Born of an English mother, with the Italian genes of her father, she grabbed attention everywhere she went. She had loved to dance, and did take to her dance tutors, so she worked hard, forming a dancer's body and discipline. But it wasn't enough, especially when her parents and two oldest brothers couldn't be bothered with coming to her dance recitals, letting her know exactly what they thought of her talent and accomplishments.

It was after years of neglect after doing things right and the anger she dealt with when she did things wrong that set up her final curtain with the Caputo family. She had been caught sucking the cock of one of the Caputo's young, handsome gardeners, about a week after Mia turned 18. Mia's family responded by disowning her. Both Mia's mother and father walked into the library of their huge Manhattan home, catching Mia on her knees. Unable to handle another scandal, or the potential of someone getting Mia pregnant that they felt were beneath them, her father gave her an ultimatum; stop her wild ways and act like a Caputo, immediately, or leave. At least he conceded that she would keep her trust-fund if she changed her name and never spoke to anyone in the family again. So, Mia packed and left that night, moving as far away as she could to L.A.

She had to hand it to her father. Together with his P.R. guys, he concocted quite a story. Much like those who go into protective custody, Amelia Caputo disappeared. The electronic trail of the money from her trust-fund was shrewdly moved until it reached an account under the name Mia Russo. Tabloids and news media alike couldn't figure out what had happened to the wild Amelia Caputo. And 8 years later, she was mostly forgotten, brought up every once in a while if the Caputo name ever came up in the news. Mia never mentioned her old life. To anyone. Except for the weekly phone-call she had with the third Caputo child in the family, her older brother James, she had no contact with her former life. As he was mostly ignored in childhood, Mia and James had gotten along, and gotten close. He was a good man. A sweet man. A gay man. He ran the multitude of foundations the family was a part of. And like a good, rich hypocrite, her mother asked James weekly, and in secret, of course, how her daughter was doing.

Back in the present, Mia finished her last private dance of the night. The guy she danced for had been cute and horny as hell. Sometimes in those situations, she would grind on them until they came in their pants, even allowing their fingers to slip inside her pussy so she could get off. Not tonight. She was aching for someone else's fingers, and nothing else would do until she got it. A little disappointed that she couldn't finish the night off with Kameron inside of her, she dressed and went home. But she wasn't done with the businessman yet tonight.

As soon as she got home, she stripped off the short, 1970's-style dress she had worn to work that night. The red-lace g-string she had worn all night was all she had left on. Getting comfortable on her bed, she grabbed her phone to set up the shot she wanted to take. After a few shots, and a few minutes teasing her soaked pussy with her fingers, she settled on the perfect picture. Kameron's cell would receive a message from an unfamiliar number. When he opened the text, he would see a close-up picture of a flat stomach with a pierced navel. The red gem hung on a short chain, caressing the slight outline of abs before red, lace panties were seen. It looked as if a small hand was inside of the panties, doing wicked, wicked things to the hidden pussy that was covered in red. Along with the picture, there was text that read:

I am very disappointed that you missed my last dance. I was even more disappointed that we couldn't finish what we started tonight. I had to come home, all alone, and entertain myself. To make it up to me, you can cancel your plans for tomorrow night, and allow me to give you that private dance. But not at the club. Your place or mine, I don't care. I am not working, so I am completely open...to whatever you suggest. Goodnight, Kameron. -Mia

After she finished herself off, cumming harder than she had in a long time, Mia began to fall asleep. She hoped they could connect tomorrow, outside of the club. For as happy as she was that they met at the club, and as exciting as her interactions with him tonight had been, she didn't want this next interaction to have a time-limit. She didn't want the rules of the club getting in the way of whatever may occur before, during, or after her dance. And while Mia never really put stock in the rules, she wanted this next time with Kameron to be on their time, not Misty's time.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

No paperwork was signed in Midas’s office that night. Instead, Kameron left with a handshake and a plan. “I’ll call you tomorrow to arrange another meeting with two of my staff. They’ll need to meet you here to go over some things, preferably during the day, before the club opens.”

“Sure, sure, no problem,” Midas assured him, a little too eagerly. “I’m totally open tomorrow afternoon. Whatever you need, all you gotta do is ask.”

Desperation can be just as binding as a contract.

Kameron drank the last bit of scotch from his glass, but it was mostly melted ice water at this point. Shame; it was good stuff. He set the glass down on a motorcycle magazine atop Midas’s desk. I bet he’ll use some of the money he’ll make from this deal to buy that Hayabusa on the cover. Thing’s a classic.

“I’m pleased that we were able to reach an agreement tonight, Midas. You know, you’re a really accommodating guy.”

“Yeah, you bet I am.” The soon-to-be former club owner flashed those distractingly bright whites of his. “My aunt Misty always told me that being accommodating is the name of the game when we do what we do. I learned a lot from her.”

No, you didn’t. And Jesus Christ, put those things way before you burn my retinas! Kameron nodded along, pretending to agree. “I heard a lot of good things about your aunt. I’m sure she’d be proud of you.” The first part was the truth, but the second was a lie. He lied as smoothly as a snake slithers.

Kameron walked toward the door, but stopped and turned around right before it hissed open. “Expect my call tomorrow. You’d better not let me go to voicemail!” His tone and grin were both good-humored.

Midas guffawed. “When I see it’s you calling, I’ll answer on the first ring!”

Kameron left the office, and once he was out of the hallway he quickened his pace and whipped out his cell. As he dodged around patrons and waitresses to get to the exit, he checked his phone history and messages.

Mariana had called, but he didn’t answer because he was closing the Misty’s deal at the time. Seconds after the missed call, Mariana left a single message that read: “Orange alert. Call me.”

Okay, so it’s urgent, but not life-threatening. Yet.

In a hurry to leave, he only had time to smile a quick goodbye to Keiko in the front. Outside, he strode across the parking lot, and his hovercar’s computer opened the side door when he got close.

“Get me into the air and in a holding pattern,” he told the AI as he slid into his seat. The engines were already warming up. “I’ll tell you where to go, momentarily.” The door shut, the thrusters hummed, and less than a minute later the hovercar rose toward the night sky.

Kameron initiated a holo-call with Mariana. She picked up right away, and the holographic projection of her face appeared inches above his smartphone.
“What’s the situation?” Kameron asked.

“The situation is Hayabusa,” Mariana replied.

Just like the bike on the magazine. “That fucker. What does he want, now?”

“What else? He doesn’t want to wait in line. Says we should prioritize his orders before Mattieu’s and Odessa’s.”

“So fuck them over for following procedures, and for what?” It was a rhetorical question, and Mariana apparently knew it, because her digital face just hovered there, silent and waiting for Kameron to say more. “Okay, where are you?”

“The Wyndham in Santa Monica.”

Of course he’d choose that dump. Kameron raised his voice a little. “Computer: Wyndham in Santa Monica.” The AI acknowledged the command, cheerfully, and the hovercar began to rotate. Kameron leaned back into the seat cushions right as the vehicle shot forward. The GPS display on the nearest screen told him what the ETA was. “I’ll be there in 8. Has Julija’s team already done a sweep?”

“Naturally.” Mariana glanced to her right at something or someone off the holo. “She’s right here if you want to talk to her.”

“No, just tell her that she’s amazing, for me. You’re amazing, too, but that goes without saying.”

Mariana smiled. Getting a smile out of her was usually tough. “Thanks, boss. You can show your appreciation with a raise.”

“Fuck off!” He laughed. “I just gave you a big bonus a month ago.

“Okay, signing off. See you in a few.”

“Fly safe, boss,” Mariana said before her hologram fizzled off.

Kameron relaxed as much as he could and ran through a few ways his upcoming conversation with Hayabusa could go, in his head. At first, he had trouble concentrating, because Mia managed to dance her way back into his brain. It took some effort, but he got her to dance off his mind’s stage, for now, so he could work.

*****

By midnight, Kameron was exhausted. He ended up negotiating with Hayabusa for what felt like forever. It was tense. Everybody who stood around them in the luxury suite at the Wyndham was packing, and Kameron hoped nobody got heated or stupid enough to draw on anyone else. Julija had trained the members of Kameron’s security detail to be cool as cucumbers, so he wasn’t worried about them, but he didn’t know what kind of trigger-happy fuckwits Hayabusa hired to watch his ancient ass.

Thankfully, hours of negotiation ended without a single glint from a firearm. Kameron convinced Hayabusa to stop trying to fuck with his order schedule, and in exchange he promised to give the old man’s operations his utmost attention for the first two full weeks of March. Hayabusa accepted—albeit reluctantly—handshakes were exchanged, and Kameron and his people left the highrise hotel without incident.

Kameron’s hovercar was back in the air and headed for his penthouse in Ocean Blue. It wouldn’t be a long trip; Ocean Blue was less than a one-minute flight away. He literally saw his building from the window of the suite he just left. Although the flight was short, there was enough time to take out his phone and check his messages.

There were several messages, most of which could wait until tomorrow. One message was from an unknown number, through, so he tapped it open out of curiosity. Immediately after he saw what was on it and who it was from, he sat up in more ways than one.

Great god damn, Mia’s so hot! And she’s not wasting any time! She must be in as much of a hurry as I am.

Mind racing, he considered options for what they could do tomorrow night. All the options ended in their sweaty bodies entwined. Kameron had to force himself to calm down and play this cool. His hovercar landed on the pad right beside his penthouse, and he sat there for several minutes, writing and re-writing his response to her.
The text he finally sent read:

That picture’s going to keep me warm tonight. I can’t wait to see the real thing.

I’ll take you out to dinner tomorrow. Wherever you want to go, just name it, even if it’s out of town. I’m game.

Or if you’d rather skip dinner and go straight for dessert, I’d be game for that, too. I’ve got a hell of a sweet tooth.

Send me an address and a time, and I’ll be there.

Sent.

Kameron exhaled and slumped down in his seat. He felt like he had just written the Declaration of Independence or something else monumental. The thought made him chuckle. It’d be funny if the Founding Fathers did all that just to get laid.

No longer exhausted, but high, he exited his vehicle, walked down the steps of his landing pad, and approached the bulletproof glass doors of his penthouse. “It’s me,” he said out loud. His voice and biometric readings were analyzed by the house AI, which confirmed it was indeed him before opening the doors. It also turned the interior lights on.

Kameron felt his shirt and pants sticking to his sweaty body; a shower before bed would be grand. Stripping off his clothes on his way to the bathroom, he left a trail of discarded items on the floor for his cleaning robots to pick up. Inside the shower—while his broad, muscular body got massaged by hot water that sprayed from multiple angles—he released a lot of pent-up tension by jacking off.

Later, he fell asleep dreaming about what he and Mia would do.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~The chime of an incoming text startled Mia out of the state between wakefulness and sleep. A drowsy smile turned her lips upward, for there could only be one person who would contact her this late. Rolling from her side in the middle of her plush king-sized bed, she ended up on her stomach as she reached for her phone as it charged on top of her nightstand. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she used the fingerprint scanner to unlock her phone, and her finger to click open the text.

That sleepy smile turned wicked when she read the opening lines of his text. She knew that sexy Kameron Alualua was probably sporting a massive boner right about now. The thought made her giddy and horny at the same time. So, he wanted to take her to dinner, huh? While the idea of walking into some exclusive restaurant on his arm sounded incredibly appealing, she had other, more intimate ideas. He could wine and dine her another time soon. With deft fingers, she typed a text and sent it.

You can take me out on the town next time. How about we order in? There's a fantastic Thai place right next to my building that delivers.

Then, we can get straight to the dessert. Or maybe, we'll have dessert before dinner. I wouldn't dare withhold my sweets from you if you crave them that badly....

7:00. Sweet dreams.

Mia sent him her address - a condo in Malibu, placed her phone back on her nightstand so it could charge, and with anticipation bubbling in her stomach, went to sleep.

Surprisingly, Mia had slept through the entire night, waking up around 8:30 the next morning. In the excitement of meeting Kameron, and the interesting texts they had exchanged, she thought she would have had more trouble relaxing herself to get to sleep. Nope. She slept like a rock. If he had responded to her text last night, she would have slept so soundly, she wouldn't have heard the chime.

Rolling over, she checked her messages, hoping there was a response from Kameron before she jumped out of bed, quickly donned running shorts, a sports bra, her running shoes and her ear-pods. Being a resident on one of the upper floors in her building, she had access to a semi-private elevator. Since most of the people on these floors either had their own hovercars, or used the ones owned by the condo, the elevators going to the ground floor were usually empty. Mia stretched on the way down, and once she was outside, took a nice long run along the beach, music blasting through her ear-pods.

When Mia had first gotten to LA, she had been seduced by the beauty of the beach life after living through years of east coast winters. When it came to finding a place to live, Malibu struck a chord with her. The building she lived in had just been built, and only had several units left for sale. She toured the unit she was currently living in and fell in love. From her kitchen, living, and bedroom, she had the most beautiful view of the beach and ocean.

It hadn't been cheap, but she had plenty of money from her trust-fund. And while she hated to use what she felt like was bribe-money, she needed a place to live. She bought her unit outright, and lushly furnished the one-bedroom, 1.5 bath with most of her trust-fund money still in tact. As for a car, the exhorbitant homeowners dues she paid every month kept many hovercars on retainer. If Mia couldn't walk to where she wanted to go, like Misty's, she would call for one of the hovercars to get her there.

The rest of her father's money gained interest as it sat in an account. Mia only tried to spend the money she earned at Misty's. She certainly made plenty being a main-stage dancer, though the past year or two hadn't been as profitable. Mia had been hired on by Misty herself, and had been heartbroken when she passed on. The woman had taken Mia in, no questions asked, when her own family had discarded her like trash. Midas had taken over for the clever woman, but didn't seem to have the knack that Misty had for business. So, the club slowly began paying less to their staff, dropping their high-standards just a little. Mia saw the caliber of clientele drop a bit, as well. The place really needed some new, creative blood to take it on.

After her run, Mia returned to her condo, using the retinal and fingerprint scanner to let her inside, then got in a nice, steamy shower. In her shower, she had an entertainment screen that played music, streamed television, took pictures, and recorded video.

Around lunch time, an email containing a short video pinged in Kameron's email box. When he opened it, he would see the back of a naked, female form in the shower. The water was running, with droplets sluicing down the back of her body and over a lower back tattoo featuring two magnolias. Small hands ran through the dripping tresses plastered to her back. She turned her head to look behind her, right at the camera, a mischievous smile upon her lips. With a wink, the video ended. The most provocative thing she showed in the video was her ass, which he had already seen, but the intent behind it was pure sin. The email said:

Kameron,
I hope your day has been productive. Mine sure has been. See you tonight.
-Mia

The next time she communicated with him was through text around 5:00. She explained how to get into her building. Hovercar parking was on the roof. From there, he could sign in as a guest on the tablet at the doors. Mia gave him a code to punch in to get inside. From the roof lobby, he would take the elevator down 3 floors to her condo. There were only two condos on her floor, so she gave him her condo number and told him to ring the bell.

When the bell did finally ring, she would answer almost immediately. The door opened and Mia stood, framed in the light from her foyer. An olive-green, halter-type shirt clung to her torso. The scooped-neck revealed a little cleavage, but nothing too risque. The way the material clung to her generous breasts, however, making it quite obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra, is what made the shirt provocative. Arms, shoulders, and the top of her back were bare. Her chestnut locks were pulled up in a thick ponytail, so when she turned around, the butterfly tattoo on her left shoulder-blade was visible. The shirt ended right above her navel, revealing the taut, tan skin of her stomach, and her piercing, now adorned with a green gem.

A brown, suede skirt hugged her slightly flared hips, right below her belly-button. The material fell to mid-thigh. It wasn't nearly as short and skimpy as the skirt she wore last night at Misty's, but if she bent over far enough, the bottom of her ass would show. Mia was barefoot, so she stood now at her actual height, which had her standing a couple of inches shorter than when she bumped into him last night. She wore significantly less make-up than she had last night. Brown eye-shadow and eyeliner accentuated the chocolate color of her eyes. She wore no mascara - there was no need with how long and thick her lashes were. A subtle lipstick was painted upon her full lips as she stood momentarily stunned at his overwhelming presence, dumbly staring up at him.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Remember: You gotta keep cool. Don’t lose your head over a girl you’ve just met. This was what Kameron told himself before he fell asleep. It was also one of the very first things he thought after he awoke—right after he thought of Mia.

He got his phone from the nightstand, checked his messages, and grinned when he saw that she had texted him again. She said they didn’t even need to eat out, and to just meet at her place.

We can get straight to the dessert...

Mia’s promise got Kam hard before he even rolled out of bed, and he stayed hard throughout much of the day. He tried jacking off to calm his beast, but to no avail. He jacked it before his morning workout, and he jacked it again during his post-workout shower. Right after he received Mia’s shower video in his office, he jacked it a third time in his private bathroom. Each time, the relief was only temporary, and his erection returned with a vengeance whenever he thought about her and what they would do at her place.

So much for keeping his cool.

For the rest of the day, he worked on autopilot. There was a VR conference that involved him and about a dozen other lieutenants of Night Sky; he barely listened to it, even though these meetings were usually important—like life or death important. There was a lengthy phone call with Mariana, his right-hand woman; after he hung up, he could remember that he had given her her marching orders for the day, but he couldn’t remember what else they talked about. He responded to a flurry of emails, text messages, and other communications, like he did every other day. But unlike other days, he was unfocused, and it was all because of Mia.

He barely remembered calling Midas and scheduling a time when two Pristine Properties building inspectors could meet him. Kameron already knew the ins and outs of Misty’s financials (thanks to digital documents that weren’t exactly acquired legally), but what he didn’t know was what shape the building was in. His two people would meet with Midas, get a tour of the club, and scan every nook and cranny for any red flags. If his people told him things looked good, the next step would be to get the lawyers involved, get the paperwork signed, transfer the funds from his account to Midas’s, and then Misty’s would have a new owner.

I’m going to be Mia’s boss, he reminded himself. Christ, it’s already getting to the point where I can’t escape her, and we just met last night!

That evening, Mia sent him her deets, revealing that she lived close to him. To get to her condo in Malibu from his penthouse in Santa Monica, all he had to do was take a straight, 3- or 4-minute hovercar flight over the coast. Even if he were stuck using a ground car like some caveman, all he’d have to do is take the Pacific Coast Highway north, and he’d be there in like 20.

It’s like fate and geography are conspiring to bring us together.

Kameron finished work early—which for him meant he was done before 7:00pm—and rushed home for a quick shower and for his grooming robot to give him a trim up top and down below. Since he found out they both lived by the ocean, he dressed in beach colors tonight: sea blue sports jacket, sand-colored shirt, and a pair of faded jeans. His slip-on shoes were made of leather, and he didn’t wear any socks tonight.

Once he was ready, he hurried to his hovercar, told the AI where to go, and got airborne. The closer he got to Mia’s condo, the harder his heart thumped against his ribs. On the outside he looked calm and collected, but inside he was anything but.
Following Mia’s instructions, he got from her condo’s landing pad to her front door, easy as sin. His heart was really racing at that point, for he imagined a world of sweat and ecstasy waiting for him just on the other side of the door. He rang the bell…

The door swished open, he got his first look at Mia that night, and his racing heart abruptly stopped. For several precious moments, he couldn’t do anything except tower over her, mutely, and let his eyes feast upon her.

Her outfit wasn’t nearly as revealing as what she wore at the club, but it didn’t need to be. Kameron figured she’d still be sexy as hell if she were wearing a parka. Her top didn’t cover her toned shoulders, strong arms, or graceful neck, so there was plenty of tan, silk-smooth skin to appreciate. Every centimeter of it looked delicious. It was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra, which meant that only a single layer of material separated her breasts from his hands and his mouth. And she was barefoot, which confirmed that she had no intention of leaving the apartment tonight, and their fun could begin right away.

Raising his gaze to her face, he got lost in her chocolate eyes. Fuck, there’s no way I can play this cool.

The silence between them was awkward, and the heat between them was palpable. He suddenly remembered how to speak. “Hi,” was all he said before he grinned and surged toward her.

Mia’s ass was grabbed by two large hands, and she was hoisted up off the floor and against his body with the greatest of ease. Her dancer’s legs were more than welcome to wrap around his lean waist. He filled her doorway for only an instant, and then he was inside of her condo, carrying her away from the door, which shut on its own.

Kameron carried her to a wall there in her foyer. Mia’s back bumped against it, and she got pinned to it by a body that was so huge compared to hers. Not only was he huge, but beneath the soft fabrics he wore, he was as hard as iron. There was no way she couldn’t feel how hard he was. His face was mere inches above hers, and his dark, greedy eyes were affixed to hers. His mouth was so close, she could feel his hot breath against her skin and against her lips.

“I couldn’t get you out of my head all day.” It wasn’t wise to tell her this, but the words tumbled out before he could stop them. For what felt like forever, he just stared at her, squeezed her ass, and kept her pinned to the wall.

Then, with a growl, he kissed her. His mouth descended and claimed hers, and the hot breath that had been tickling her face now flowed down her throat. His lips were soft but the kiss was aggressive. His tongue rushed into her mouth—kinda like how he had rushed into her apartment—and crashed into hers. Immediately, their tongues swirled and twisted around each other, simulating what their bodies were sure to do later. His tongue tasted of mint, for he drank something minty on the ride over here. Her tongue tasted sweeter than any candy he’d ever tried.

Their kiss went on and on. As he devoured her lips and sucked on her tongue, he growled and groaned, and he used his long, strong fingers to fondle her ass or thighs. To him, it felt like her body was meant to be pressed to his, and her mouth was meant to be sealed to his. Deep down, he already knew he would never be able to get enough of her. Deep down, that concerned him.

He relished their kiss until he nearly forgot how to breathe. Tearing his mouth up and away from hers, he gasped for air, then looked her in the face. “I’m gonna pound you against this wall,” he promised, his firm chest heaving against her. “You want that? Tell me how much you want it.”

Curious, greedy fingers under her skirt found out if she was wearing a g-string like the one she wore last night, or if she was naked under there. Either way, he eased a hand around her ass and between her legs so he could touch her pussy from beneath. Whether she was pantiless or not, he massaged her pussy with his index and middle fingers. As he did this, he stared at her lovely face, because he wanted to watch her reactions.

He wanted so much from her.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Goddamn. Kameron looked even better than she remembered. And she had a vivid memory. Mia had planned on smiling flirtatiously before saying something witty after opening the door, but as soon as she saw how his big body eclipsed her doorway, she was struck dumb. Barefoot, and standing at her true height, she really got an idea of how tall he was compared to her. Mmm...she wanted to climb him like a monkey. He looked comfortable, yet incredibly sexy in his beach-inspired clothes. And now she wanted nothing more than to rip them off of him to see all the power and muscle she knew hid beneath.

All day, Mia's stomach had fluttered with excited anticipation. She couldn't actually remember a time that a man - and more importantly, a man she had just met, made her feel as giddy as she did today. It was almost embarrassing since she really knew nothing about him, other than he was movie-star hot, and he was the CEO of Pristine Properties. She had been tempted to research him on the internet, but decided against it. The thrill of finding things out by spending time with him felt like the right move. Though tonight, she wasn't sure how much talking they would do.

Their attraction was off the charts, that much she felt from their two run-ins. Which hopefully meant that the sex would be out-of-this-world. Who the hell was she kidding? The sex was going to be mind-blowing! The man dripped self-assuredness and the dirty things he could to do a woman in the bedroom.

This time, Kameron was the one who snapped out of it first. He gave her a panty-melting grin before he spoke. Even though he only said, 'Hi,' the sound of his voice washed over her like pure sex. Before she could reply, he rushed her, lifting her off of her feet. A startled squeak left her mouth as her legs automatically wrapped themselves around his waist. Her back bumped against the wall before she was able to catch her breath.

Caught between the wall and the rock-hard body of a man she had known less than 24 hours, Mia was more aroused than she ever remembered being. And she loved sex. Had a healthy sex-life. Even had her share of one-night stands, sometimes with clients from the club. But they had always been at the other person's place. Rarely did she invite men, especially men she barely knew, to her private sanctum. There was something about Kameron that was inherently different then all the men she had known. They shared something. A deep connection. For a woman who survived on superficial relationships because anything else always ended up with her heart getting stomped on, she found herself terrified by this mysterious connection.

But Mia wasn't going to focus on that now. Right now, she was enjoying the hell out of the position he had her in. Their lips were excruciatingly close, yet too far away at the same time. Their warm breaths mingled, his washing over her skin while her breath washed over his. A slow grin spread to her lips when he admitted that she had been on his mind all day. Teasingly, she shifted against him, her core coming into contact with more than one hard body-part as she moved. Temptingly, she wet her bottom lip before she spoke.

"Mmm...and you've sure been on mine. My fingers have sure gotten a work-out today imagining what we would be like together, how we would look naked and entangled. What about your hand? Has it been busy?" The husky-sound of her voice was breathier than she preferred, especially since she always liked to come off sounding self-assured. Kameron's burst of strength and power, easily picking her up and catching her off-guard to gain the upper-hand in this sensual situation, turned her the hell on. She loved a dominant man, but very rarely found one who could handle her. It seemed she had met her match.

That thought was confirmed when their lips met for the first time. Kameron's kiss was aggressive and completely delicious. When his soft lips met with her soft lips in a kiss that wasn't so soft, something inside of her combusted. Sin had never fucking tasted so good. Their moans mixed as their lips tangled. Mia licked and lapped at his mint-flavored tongue like she would an ice-cream. Her own tongue tasted of cinnamon, since that was the flavor of the candy she had sucked on before he showed up. Slender fingers dipped within his hair, sliding through the locks she had itched to touch since she first saw him last night.

Heavy breasts were squished against his chest as they made out, practically fucking each other's mouths. Mia squirmed against him, her body primed for whatever came next. Kameron tore his mouth from hers, and she realized how out of breath she was, how her sole focus had been on his kiss, and nothing else. Panting heavily, she shivered when he announced how he was going to pound her against the wall. Her head fell back, her ponytail taking the brunt of the bump to the unforgiving surface. Heavy-lidded, lust-filled eyes burned into his as she answered in low, husky tones.

"Fuck yes, Kameron. The harder the better." The big, warm hands that had been on her bare ass slid around and beneath find her pussy. Knowing exactly his intent, her legs loosened their hold of his waist to spread herself further apart. She was not wearing panties tonight, so when his fingers met with her core, he touched smooth, bare skin. Laser technology had improved so much that Mia only had to get laser hair-removal once a year. The other 364 days of the year, her legs, underarms, and pussy were silky smooth.

A low, desperate-sounding moan vibrated in her chest when his fingers came into contact with her pussy. A few slides of those large, masculine fingers against her sex lips and her body nearly incinerated on the spot. She was dripping wet. Hell, she'd been wet all day. In fact, she had worn another skirt, sans panties, while she prepared for his visit today so she could access her pussy better when she just couldn't stand it. She hadn't been lying when she told him her fingers had gotten a work out.

With her eyes fluttering closed, and her fingers now grasping at the lapels of his sport jacket, her breathing hitched. "Jesus, Kameron, are you going to tease me or are you going to fuck me? I need you. Use your fingers or your cock....I don't care." That was not true, of course. Mia obviously preferred his cock. And even though she hadn't yet seen it, she could feel that he was packing. Her core ached to be filled. Her clit thrummed, desperate for some attention. Truth be told, his fingers would probably feel better filling her than some of the cocks she had ridden in the past.

She was desperate and that's why she acted out and challenged him. So, whichever he chose - his fingers or cock - to bring her pleasure at that moment, would be the perfect choice. And she would not only have to live with it, because he was the one in charge right now, she would happily accept it, grateful for any kind of relief that only he could give her.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Use your fingers or your cock…

There was no way he had the patience to finger her, first. His hard-on had been raging at him all day, and now that he and Mia were finally together and about to get it on, his cock refused to wait a moment longer.

I’ve gotta fuck her, now!

Kameron slurped on her lips one. While staring at her face, he caressed her kitty from underneath, but only for a few more moments—long enough to get two of his fingers wet and sticky, and just long enough to give her a sample of how nimble and sure his fingers were. He withdrew his sticky digits, and without taking his gaze off her face, he inserted them into his mouth to lick and suck her honey off.

“Mmm!”

Mia’s bare feet were back on her floor by this point. Abruptly, Kameron grasped her sides and spun her around so she faced away from him. One of his hands pressed against her shoulders, pushing her boobs and the side of her face against the wall. His hand felt so big, heavy, and warm against her shoulder, and its fingers curled around the naked flesh there.

Using his other hand, he lifted her skirt so he could feast his eyes on her ass. Like the rest of her body, it was firm, perfectly shaped, and it invited him to touch and taste it. Every part of her was art. Even though he had seen much of her body after a single dance, what he saw now was so much better. Now, he could not only look all he wanted, he could touch all he wanted, too. Now she was all his.

His other hand came off her shoulder, and he brought it down on her ass. Smack! he couldn’t help but smile as he watched her flesh jiggle. Drool began to gather in his mouth, for he wanted to nibble and run his tongue over all the tan flesh he saw. But again, his cock raged at him. No more looking, no more tasting, no more waiting. it was time to give it what it needed.

“Hold your skirt up,” he growled. “Yeah, show me that ass...Mmrrrmm…”

Mia couldn’t see what Kameron was doing, but she could feel him looming behind and above her. She felt him take his hands off of her. She heard the gentle clinking of a buckle as he unfastened his belt. She heard a soft, quick zip when he tugged down his fly. And she heard his belt buckle hit the floor along with his pants, which were now a pile around his ankles.

She didn’t see Kameron peel his boxer briefs off of his phallus, but she certainly felt it slap against her backside. It was so heavy and hot. Moaning behind her, he rocked his hips so that his enormous erection would rub against her ass cheeks. He wrapped long, tan fingers around the shaft, and then guided the tip down her ass crack. The head of it throbbed, and it was so hot it nearly seared her. He nudged that bulging, aching cockhead against her asshole.

Shuddering uncontrollably, Kameron teased her asshole for a few seconds more. Suddenly, he dropped his cockhead lower, to the back of Mia’s pussy. His dick got kissed by her pussy lips for the very first time, and it made him shudder and groan all the more. The hot, fleshy dome rubbed against her succulent lips for a few seconds, spreading them apart and getting nice and moist in the process.

“Ungh! Fuck!” He wasn’t even inside her yet, and already it was becoming too much.
His right hand slid down to the base of his shaft while his left hand went to Mia’s hip, holding her right where he wanted. Then he pushed his meaty slab inside her. He went slow, but once the cockhead spread her petals open, nice and wide, he didn’t stop. Deeper and deeper he dove. Inch by pulsating inch opened up her precious pink passage, until he filled her up, completely.

So tight! So wet! So hot! “Huuuunnngh! Hungh...hungh...hungh…!”

For several seconds, Kameron couldn’t do anything but shake behind her, throb within her, and suck in air. Then all of a sudden, he remembered how to move again. “Rah!” Both hands went to Mia’s hips, and he pushed her against the wall. At the same time, he dragged his cock back—back, back, back—and stopped only when that last inch was the only thing that kept her spread. Then he shoved himself back into her, right down to his balls. His sack and his thighs smacked into her from behind, and the sound they made was so crisp and lascivious.

“Urgh! Urgh! Urgh! Rah!” Mia had said “the harder the better”, and she got what she wanted. She got more than what she wanted! Again and again and again, Kameron stuffed her. The sound of his lower body smacking hers was sharp, and the noises made by their colliding sexes were so moist and nasty.

Mia’s thick ponytail bounced while her ass cheeks jiggled. Kameron grabbed her ponytail, wrapped it around his hand, and yanked on it while he fucked her.

It wouldn’t take long for him to cum. And when he did, a deluge of boiling seed would gush out of his swelling cock. His howls would echo throughout her apartment as he kept on pounding her until he became too exhausted to pound her any more. Mia drove him wild in a way that nobody else ever had, and this was only the beginning.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Based on the limited amount of time Kameron's fingers had touched her pussy, she already knew that they were magic. When they were both finally patient enough to explore each other, Mia would insist that he use them all over her. She bet they would feel incredible grabbing her breasts, pulling on her nipples, or sliding in and out of her sex. But now was not that time. They were too desperate for each other to think of anything but fucking.

She watched with lust-heavy eyes as he stuck his honey-coated fingers in his mouth and sucked. The sight combined with the sound of his moan sent a tremble of delight through her. Mia was pleased he found her delicious; he could use his talented tongue anytime to lick up all the honey from her pussy. And she bet he was a pro.

After he tasted her, Mia felt her feet touch the wood floor before she was spun, and pushed against the wall. A throaty laugh escaped at the way in which he handled her. She enjoyed every second of his touch. Cool air brushed against the skin beneath her skirt, indicating Kameron lifted it to look at her bare ass. She gave her ass a sexy little shake to tease him, and was rewarded with a healthy slap.

It was the perfect smack. Hard enough to give that sexy bite of pain, it soon warmed, sending a shock of pleasure straight to her core. Mia groaned loudly, unapologetically pushing her bottom-half out further. A growly demand slipped past his lips and Mia was quick to follow through. Men were such visual creatures. That's why they enjoyed porn, going to strip clubs, etc. It pleased Mia to no end knowing that this man wanted nothing more than to watch her ass when he fucked her from behind. He could probably even watch as his dick dipped in and out of her pussy.

Impatiently, Mia held her skirt up above her ass while she listened to Kameron strip himself of his pants. Her heavy, uneven breath mingled with his in the small, yet elegantly appointed foyer. The sexual tension had been so great, they had barely made it inside her condo before they got their hands on one another. Mia would have laughed if she hadn't been so lost in the moment and desperate for him to fuck her.

The slap of his heavy cock against her ass made her start, and she nearly dropped the hem of her skirt. Hot damn. He felt huge. He would stretch her deliciously to her limits. As he began rubbing his phallus against her ass-cheeks, she relaxed against the wall, her bottom moving in a sensual rhythm to match his. She felt his cock-head tease her anus, moaned, and lost herself in another delighted shiver. Kameron would definitely be getting in there, it would just take some time to work up to it with his big, fat cock.

All thoughts of ass-play were forgotten, however, when she felt his thick head nudging at her entrance. Even just teasing her pussy, she knew the sex was going to be phenomenal. Held in place by one, strong, masculine hand, Mia couldn't move as he slid, inch by inch inside of her. Jesus. He was bigger than she thought. Definitely the largest she had ever had. It was good she was so wet. As her body spread itself open for his perfect invasion, her slickness helped ease his way. Not that it was easy for his cock. Soft, hot inner-walls gripped him like a vice.

It felt so fucking good, so perfect that Mia dropped the hem of her skirt so she could place her hands flat against the cool wall, her head turning so her forehead now rested there, as well. "Ungh...Kameron...you're so big...feel soooo good..." They were both so overwhelmed with pleasure that they couldn't move. They were stunned into stillness, much like when they first saw each other at Mia's door only minutes earlier. Though their bodies didn't move, other parts of them did. Kameron's dick throbbed inside of her. Mia's pussy responded in kind by instinctively squeezing. Her fingernails dug into the wall, knuckles white with strain while his entire body shuddered and shook.

Kameron finally moved and shoved her against the wall while he pulled himself from her depths. He really had to work, though. Mia's pussy didn't want to let him go. The pull-out felt just as good as the first ever push inside. But then he shoved back into her, and continued pounding her, rendering her brainless. All that came from her were groans, gasps, and mewls of pleasure. Mia's hands and arms were placed flat against, and her breasts bounced off of the wall as he fucked her in the exact way she wanted him to. The noises they made mixed in with the cocktail of the pleasure she felt, making her dizzy. Their bodies slapped wetly and echoed within her foyer.

The pull to her hair snapped her head back. He would not need to see her face to know that it was beyond the right move. Her already tight pussy squeezed his cock even tighter as a rush of moisture soaked him. A sharp gasp in reaction to the hair-pull turned into a guttural groan. And if he had been able to see her face, he would see how her eyes were closed, her mouth open around a dirty smile. His new lover was enjoying every single second.

Mia had been acting as a passive participant most of this encounter, but as Kameron continuously pulled on her hair before their bodies collided, she began to use her hands to push against the wall to make their bodies crash with even more force. The faster and harder Mia pushed - as if she were performing a standing push-up against the wall - the harder their bodies collided, and the more forcefully he bottomed out inside of her, touching places, pleasuring places she had no idea existed. Soon, sweat was forming upon her brow, the space between her breasts, her lower back.

It all culminated into one, powerful moment. The initial, immediate attraction they felt when they first met, followed by their hot, quick flirtation, followed by the hottest sex she had probably ever had. It was too much to take and Mia came hard, she came powerfully, she came loudly. A throaty scream rent through the air. Her body tensed for mere seconds before the tension suddenly left her body, leaving her moving wildly against him. Mia pushed on the wall, bucked her body, rolled her hips, all in an effort to squeeze every drop of pleasure she felt during her orgasm. In contrast, her pussy remained tight, convulsing and squeezing the cum out of his cock until he had no more to give her. For now.

When it finally ended, when there was nothing more for her to give or take, she would teeter on shaky legs and weak knees to fall back against his chest to use as a support. One arm lifted to wrap around his neck as the back of her body ended up plastered to the front of his, her head resting against the middle of his hard, broad chest. They were still joined. If Kameron needed support, he could easily move back a few steps to use the wall behind him or lean forward to push her against it. Or they could move to the floor. Wherever they ended up, and whenever they had caught their breath enough to speak, Mia would be the first to say in a still breathless, playful voice, "Well, I don't know about you, but I have sure worked up an appetite..."~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Kameron had just experienced a soul-shattering orgasm. It was the hardest he’d ever cum. Thanks to Mia and her magical vagina, pure ecstasy hummed throughout his body, from his fat dick to the ending of every nerve. And when she came too, when her cunt began to squeeze and suck on his gushing cock even more greedily than before, it elevated him to even greater sexual heights. Moments ago, his bellowing filled her condo, but now he could only grunt and gasp sporadically, for the things she made him feel overwhelmed him. His whole body jerked in sync with each final spout of hot white, until the very last drop emptied out of him, into her.

The experience left him dizzy. His tree trunk legs shook, and for a moment he thought he’d pass out. That was a new sensation. Thankfully, he was able to fight past it and stay on his feet.

Somewhere in his pleasure-addled mind, Kameron knew he was already addicted to Mia. Eventually, after the cloud of lust diminished enough for him to think straight, he’d worry about how much of a grip she had on him.

But now was not the time for worry, not with his brain still fried by the onslaught of pleasure. The only thing he could do right now was keep on savoring what he and Mia were doing together.

He just had to kiss her. After giving her ponytail one more yank—which was timed to coincide with another harsh thrust—he let go of her hair and then wrapped those fingers around the front of her neck, instead. With his thumb on her jaw, he turned her head to the left while dipping his head down. His lips found hers once again, their hot breaths mixed, and he groaned out of appreciation for the taste and feel of her. His tongue rushed inside of her mouth after giving her lips a quick licking. While their lips seared and soothed, their tongues swirled round and round. Sometimes he sucked on her tongue, and other times he wriggled his tongue inside of her mouth, wordlessly inviting her to suck on it. During their kiss, he thrust his beef slab into her once or twice more, but those thrusts were way gentle compared to the merciless pounding he gave her before.

“Mrrmm! Nungh!” He tore his mouth away from hers, but only for a moment. “God damn, you taste so good!” he whispered right before another noisy, wet, decadent kiss-from-behind commenced.

Mia’s lips and tongue were the sweetest candy, but there were other parts he wanted to taste, too. Gasping, he withdrew his mouth from hers, and slid his bearded cheek against the smooth, unblemished skin of hers. He grabbed her ponytail again, only this time he pulled on it more gently—just enough to get her to tilt her head to the right and give her neck to him. His lips then landed on the beautiful, tan skin there. He sucked on her skin and tickled it with his tongue tip. He would cover her neck in love marks before the night was over.

“Mrm!” Just as he suspected, the rest of Mia’s body was oh so delicious, too.
The halter top she wore exposed her shoulders, arms, and the top of her back.

Kameron considered that an invitation to taste everything shown. He nibbled and tongued her shoulders. He raised one of her arms and tickled it with his bearded cheek before drawing a line of kisses from the back of her deltoid to her bicep. One hand on her shoulder, he pushed her down against the wall before letting his mouth dance upon the naked part of her back. There was a lot of sweat there; it made him realize he was so sweaty, he must have sweated through his shirt. Hungrily, he licked the sweat off Mia’s back, and he kissed, sucked, and slurped on it, too, all noisily. Before long, her back glistened more because of his saliva than her sweat.

Her back is so sexy. So much of her is sexy. I can’t stand it! He licked, nipped, and sucked on the skin along her spine. His next target was the back of her shoulders. Next, her neck, again. His mouth left love marks in its wake.

It was then that Mia leaned back against him and reached behind her to hug his neck. Oh fuck, she feels like she was meant to press against me like this… Reaching around, he placed his two large hands over her breasts and fondled them while simultaneously appreciating their fullness and their weight. He teased her nipples through her shirt.

She joked about working up an appetite. Kameron laughed. He knew exactly how she felt.

“You still in the mood for Thai? I’m still in the mood for you.” His mouth descended on her shoulder, and he bit it, playfully. He really did want to eat her up.

He wanted to stay inside of her all night, but she couldn’t order delivery (not easily, anyway) and they couldn’t eat (again, not easily) if he didn’t pull out. Looking down, he grasped her hips and tried to ease his hefty member out of her. Her pussy probably didn’t make it easy, not if it gripped and sucked on him like it did whenever he pulled back before. It may have been a struggle, but he did withdraw his cock. It flopped out, spent, flaccid, but still heavy, and it dripped with the mixture of their cream.

He had watched the withdrawal, just like he had watched how he drilled her before. Kameron really was a visual creature.

“Unngh.” He felt like he needed to drop to the ground and sleep until 2071, but he resisted that urge. Instead, he planted a kiss to the back of Mia’s shoulder, reached down for his underwear, and put them back on. He left his pants on the floor, but kept his shoes on. Pantsless with shoes on wasn’t the best of looks, but Kameron still managed to pull it off.

“Where’s your bathroom?” Not only did he want to clean up, he also wanted to splash water on his face and neck. He felt overheated. Speaking of heat, what he really, what he wanted to do was fuck Mia again, but that would have to wait so she could at least get the food on the way.

Another kiss wouldn’t hurt, right?

Unable to help himself, Kameron pulled Mia to him and wrapped his arms around her, engulfing her with his presence. Whether they were back-to-front of front-to-front, she felt like she was meant to press against him. He stared into her eyes for several moments, until inevitably his mouth descended onto hers. This kiss was slightly softer, but the aggression was still there. The hunger was still there.

Kameron made out with her for a while before letting her order their food. “Hmph...order two of whatever you’re going to order…” he whispered right before devouring her mouth once more. Mia would eventually be able to place the order, but he wouldn't make it easy.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Though Kameron and Mia barely knew each other, though they had had one actual conversation, they still shared a deep, profound connection. It felt like they had known each other for years. It seemed impossible that the first time they ever had sex would feel like a life-altering experience. But, that's what happened. Like Kameron, it would scare the shit out of Mia. Later. Now, Mia wanted to soak up every decadent second with this sexy man.

As they began to recover from orgasms that rattled them both, Kameron wrapped big fingers around her throat, using his thumb on her jaw to guide her head so they could kiss. Mia loved the feel of his fingers on her skin and around her neck. It made her shiver. His touch was sure, as if he knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. She loved that type of confidence. More than that, she loved that his touch was assertive.

Some of the men Mia had come into contact with throughout the years thought that being dominant meant they always had to be rough. Rough sex, rough handling, etc. No, it wasn't always about how rough the act could be, though she really enjoyed the rougher aspects of sex. It was about the intent of the touch. Kameron's touch was gentle, yet he knew the exact amount of pressure he needed to use to get her to do what he wanted. But he was also very intuitive. The kiss he initiated was a kiss Mia didn't even know she wanted until their lips reunited.

Somehow, he tasted better than the first time they kissed. He used his masterful tongue on her lips before it slipped inside her mouth. For several long minutes, the sounds of their moans, slurps, and lip-smacks echoed through the foyer. Back to front, and still joined, her body shifted suggestively against his. At one point, Kameron pulled away to catch his breath, whispering about how good she tasted. She would have responded in kind, but his lips descended upon hers before she could say as much. However, the moan she directed down his throat affirmed what her unsaid words couldn't.

By the time he pulled away for the second time, Mia was breathless, lips swollen from minutes of making out. Damn, she was already addicted to his kisses. Using her ponytail, he positioned her how he wanted, tilting her neck to the side. The moment his lips touched her neck, she moaned softly, for her skin tingled with every touch of his lips. The hair from his beard tickled her neck, causing goosebumps to form upon her arms.

Mia soon found herself lost in the seductive allure of his lips. He kissed every bit of skin that her shirt exposed. And his lips were damn magical. She placed her hands flat against the wall when he pushed her forward, which helped her keep her balance. The tan skin he ran his lips and tongue over was soft, and smooth. Kameron would get a close-up view of the tattoo of the butterfly breaking free of the gilded net on her left shoulder. The butterfly was a beautiful, bright purple color. The broken net was a sparkly gold that seemed to shimmer. As she shifted, the butterfly looked as if it were fluttering.

Soft sounds of pleasure, mixed with gasps or intakes of breath were directed to the wall, bouncing off to meet his ears. His name would drop from her lips in soft whispers, encouraging him to continue. He did until her back, shoulders, and neck were covered in his saliva that would soon dry, and in the love-marks that would take a little more time to fade. Pushing off the wall, she fell back against his chest, wrapping her arm around his neck. His hands finally found her breasts, squeezing, massaging, and testing the weight. Oh, she could get used to this. She arched into his touch, pushing her generous globes closer.

This was about the time Mia made her breathless joke about her appetite. Kameron understood the double-meaning behind her words, laughing, then teasing with a nip to her shoulder. She squeaked at the sharpness of the nip, then laughed. That laugh transformed into breathy moans when he began to work himself out of her pussy. Just like when they fucked, Mia's sex fought his attempt to pull out. Eventually, their bodies separated, and she immediately felt his loss. It was significant.

While he pulled on his underwear, she straightened her skirt, smoothing it down over her bottom. When she turned to face him, he had already asked for directions to the bathroom. Before she could answer, they got lost in each other's eyes, and his lips lowered to hers. This time, they were face-to-face. Mia stood on her tip-toes, pressed her breasts against his chest, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gave as much as she got. Her tongue slipped into his mouth this time, lapping at his tongue as their lips moved wickedly.

He broke away, briefly, to inform her of his Thai order before going after her lips, once more. Mia giggled through their kiss, then broke away to speak softly, her moist breath rushing over his lips. "Mmm...let me show you to the bathroom...but first..." Unwrapping her arms from around his neck, her hands unbuttoned, then dipped underneath his sport jacket. Not only did she feel him up, she slipped the jacket off of his broad shoulders so it dropped to the floor. Now he was only clad in his sand-colored shirt, underwear, and shoes.

Seeking hands slowly moved down over his shirt to test some of the muscle she had yet to see. Down over his pecs, down his stomach until she hooked her fingers in the band of his boxer-briefs. No longer on her tip-toes, their lips broke apart. If Kameron wanted her lips, he would have to lean down to get them. With a mixture of heat and playfulness in her eyes she began to walk backwards. "Come with me..." Tugging gently on his waist band, she lead him away from the foyer and further into her condo.

Not that he would notice, but they walked a wide, aisle-like path with the kitchen opening up on the left side while a dining-room-type nook sat on the right. They kept walking through the open-floor plan, past a bar on the left, and the living room on the right. They stopped at a door right next to the end of the high-end-looking bar. If they were kissing, she would break away before using her head to indicate the door. "Bathroom is right through there. Take your time."

When they finally separated, and the bathroom door clicked shut, Mia released a long breath. Kameron was scorching hot and she couldn't ever remember having such a great time with a guy. But what had already occured had been intense as hell, and she was feeling slightly overwhelmed. That feeling wasn't going to keep her from enjoying the rest of the night, however. They still had hours and hours ahead of them. And she wanted to thoroughly enjoy them before she freaked out. Quickly padding over to the counter in the kitchen, she used the tablet propped up there to place the order for the Thai food. She had left menu up on the screen, so all she had to do was click a couple of buttons and press send.

Kameron would find the half-bath she directed him to well-appointed and well-decorated. It was small, but spacious enough that even someone of his size and stature could easily move around. When he exited, he would have the opportunity to get a better look at her place. From his perspective at the half-bath, he would notice a modern, luxurious kitchen on the right. From the upscale cabinetry to the appliances, it screamed expensive. The kitchen was spacious and sported a huge island in the middle, large enough for several people to eat at.

On the opposite side of the kitchen; his left, a nook that served as a dining room. An elegant table for 6 sat, already set. But what made it spectacular, was the wall of windows giving a breathtaking view of the beach and ocean, which was just outside the building. Closer to him and the bath on the right, he would see the large, open, living room

The living room sported tall windows, giving the same view of the beach. The windows were one-way glass. They could look out, but no one could see in. A comfy-looking, white couch sat in the middle of the room, with matching, comfy chairs all around. A plush rug in blues, greens, and reds sat on the wood floor in front of the furniture. One of those chairs was turned the opposite way, sitting directly in front of what looked to be a stripper pole, which stood close to where Kameron was standing.

On the right side of the room, right next to the kitchen, looked to be a full bar, complete with barstools. Mia gracefully moved behind it, speaking as she moved. Silky locks now cascaded over her bare, slender shoulders. Mia had taken her hair down since the ponytail had been messed from Kameron manhandling it as he fucked her. "Can I get you something to drink, Kameron? I have everything. I ordered the food and scheduled it to be delivered in an hour. I figured I could give you a tour of the rest of my place, if you want. If not, I am sure we can find plenty of things to do to pass the time..."

The smile she gave him was pure sin, the look in her eyes heated. If he asked for a drink, she would quickly pour his request. There also sat a glass of cabernet on the bar for herself that already looked sipped upon. His glass in hand, Mia padded out from around the bar, hips swaying suggestively as she walked towards him. She stood in front of him, and offered him his drink. A sculpted brow was raised in question, awaiting his answer on what he wanted to do next.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Kameron did not object when Mia removed his jacket. Instead, he let his arms hang loosely so she could slide the garment right off and drop it to her floor. What he suspected earlier proved to be true: he had sweated through his shirt. Sweat stains dotted the sand-colored fabric, and there were two large stains under his armpits. He wasn’t embarrassed by this, because all that sweat was the result of their hot fuckin’. A lot of it was her fault, really.

While Mia took that opportunity to feel him up (or down, more accurately) through his shirt, Kameron did nothing to interfere. The only thing he did was flex the muscles that she touched. When her graceful hands slid over his mountainous pecs, he stiffened them. When her hands climbed down his abs, he tightened those, too. The outline of his muscles could be seen through the shirt even before he flexed them.

Grinning, he got led through her condo by the elastic band of his briefs. Along the way, he pulled her to him for quick touches to her bare arms, quick grabs to her sides, or occasional, fleeting kisses. As brief as these kisses were, they tantalized him as nearly as much as the much longer ones they shared earlier.

One last kiss was shared in front of her bathroom. “Thanks,” he said, smiling. Inside the bathroom he went. There, he did exactly what he had planned: he went to the sink and splashed water on his face. A lot of it. More than once, he collected cold water in his big, cupped hands, and then dipped his face in it. Each time, he soaked his face in the temporary pool until too much of it dribbled out. He also drank a couple palmfuls of water, for his throat was parched as hell.

I haven’t been this thirsty since that bike race in Dubai. That was a fuckin’ mistake… The memory of that disaster made him chuckle.

Kameron regarded himself in the mirror. Droplets of water had collected in his beard, so he swiped them away. Then he looked himself in the eye.

Okay, I never came like that before, but that’s no reason to lose my head, right? I’m thinking straight again and I’m keeping cool; that’s what’s important.

Stay frosty.

Kameron closed his eyes and took several slow breaths. He did what his meditation coach kept telling him to do: feel each breath, regard each breath, and think of nothing else. There was only each breath. For a while now, he’d struggled with Zen teachings, for no matter what he tried, it always felt like his mind was running a marathon that would never end. But the breathing exercises—the ones he learned in his first lesson—always helped to calm him down.

Feeling more like himself, Kameron spent a few minutes cleaning his downstairs area. Then he dried off. I just emptied a truckload of DNA into Mia’s body, so I’m sure she wouldn’t mind if I used her towel. He left the hand towel draped over the edge of the sink, instead of the towel rack, to indicate he had used it. After that, he exited the bathroom.

Mia wasn’t right outside; clinking glasses made it sound like she was at her bar. Kameron took the opportunity to give her apartment a once-over.

The place was obviously expensive. Because he knew real estate, he knew what the price tag was without looking it up. Although Mia was a world-class dancer, he knew she wasn’t getting paid world-class wages and tips under Misty’s current condition. In order for her to afford living here, she either had a really lucrative side-gig, or she came from money.

If she’s a rich girl, then I bet her parents are plenty pissed that she became a dancer. Well, I know what disappointed parents are like, so maybe we got that in common.

The decorations told him that she had a talent and passion for interior design (unless she hired someone to design her perfect home for her). Pausing by the window, he felt a pang of envy for her view. I’ve got a higher view of the beach, but she’s practically on the water. He watched the lazy, rolling waves for a minute. Although he saw the ocean every single day, he never tired of watching it.

He found Mia behind the bar. His first instinct was to jump her, but again, he reminded himself to stay frosty.

“Just water, please,” he said after she asked him if he wanted a drink. “I don’t want my senses dulled right now, you know?” The smile that spread across his face was playful yet shark-like at the same time.

“And call me Kam. All my friends do.” Just then, he was reminded that he and Mia had barely spoken to each other, and yet what they shared in the foyer was way more intimate than anything he’d done with a vast majority of his friends. Since they had some time until the food arrived, now would be a good time to actually talk.

He took a seat on one of the stools. In his shirt and underwear, he almost looked like a surfer sitting at a bar on the beach. “I really like your place. Since I’m in real estate, whenever I see someone’s home for the first time, my first instinct is to tell them how they can upgrade while staying within their budget. But I don’t think you’ll find anyplace better than this—not without spending double or more.”

The logical part of Kameron’s brain wanted to converse and get to know Mia better. But his beast was telling him that it was rested and ready for more.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Mia had her own version of a pep-talk while Kameron was in the bathroom, silently reminding herself over and over again to keep it cool. We're attracted to each other, but it's all in good fun. Nothing more, nothing less. We'll have a great night of sex and likely go our seperate ways. Just having fun, just having fun... She could continue to attempt to convince herself all she wanted. In the end, what they had already experienced was still going to freak her the hell out.

She heard him exit the bathroom before she saw him, and her heart began pound. Kameron didn't see her right away, and he looked as if he were taking in her condo, so she let him. Plus, she needed another minute to gather herself. Pull yourself together, Amelia... Whoa! Where the hell had that come from? She hadn't referred to, or thought of herself as Amelia in a really long time. She was really losing it.

As he looked around, he would notice that there were no family photos around the house. Maybe there was a picture or two of Mia with Misty, or of Mia and some of the girls from the club. But there was nothing identifiable of her personal life. Mia Russo had some interesting secrets. And she certainly wouldn't spill them easily.

Kam ended up standing at one of the windows in her living room to admire the view, so she took it upon herself to admire the back of him. He looked good standing in her space, which was another troublesome thought she quickly shook away. Instead, she stuck with the superficial stuff; his broad shoulders, his height, his ass. On anyone else, the shirt, underwear, and shoes-look would be silly. On Kameron? It looked sexy as hell.

Careful not to startle him, she softly asked if he wanted anything to drink. Hearing her question, he turned to find her at the bar, and Mia had to grab the edge of the counter to keep her knees from buckling. He asked for water, so she busied herself with a glass to keep from jumping over the bar to jump him. On shaky legs, she squat down to the mini-fridge that was stocked with bottled-waters, opened and poured before he sat down. The glass was pushed to where he sat, while she stayed behind the bar, playing acting bartender.

"Kam it is, then....Salute." Slender fingers wrapped around the stemless wine-glass before she lifted it into the air so they could toast.The glass was brought to her lips to take a slow sip. Mia savored the wine before she swallowed, eyes on his while she drank. After setting her glass back down on the bar, she leaned foward on her forearms to get comfortable so they could chat.

Mia laughed, the sound low and husky when he explained how he always assessed the value of homes he saw, and tried to get the homeowners to upgrade. He was ever the opportunist. "Thanks. The view is what sold me. The agent took me out on the terrace, and after hearing the sound of the ocean, I was ready to sign. Sometimes, I open the door to the terrace in my room and fall asleep to the sound of the waves. I've been here almost 8 years, and haven't regretted a single moment. It was worth every single penny."

And Mia meant that. When she first left the New York, she had been adamant that she wouldn't spend a single dime of the money her father gave her to disappear. It took her a while to realize that she would've gotten the money, anyway. If she would have stayed a Caputo, it would have been the same money her father put aside for her trust. Hell, it was the same exact money. Spending some of what was going to be hers anyway sat better with her, and made the choice of finding the perfect place much easier.

Chocolate eyes considered him a moment as she took another sip of her wine, before her gaze turned playful. "Let me guess, you live in a penthouse, in one of the best buildings in your area?" If Kam was good at what he did, of which she had no doubt, he would use his inside knowledge of real estate to find himself the best, most exclusive home he could find, in a great area.

Kam probably wouldn't be as impressed with her great condo score if he knew who she really was. Caputo Real-Estate pretty much owned the market on the sale of exclusive properties around the north and southeast. They had a couple of offices out west, but their bread and butter was the east. Mia knew what she was doing when she considered her home.

"I couldn't imagine living anywhere other than Malibu. When I first came out here from back east, I spent time in many different places in California, to get a feel for the people, the atmosphere. When I stepped foot in Malibu, I felt like I had come home. I added a couple improvements to the place, but they were things that would make the unit more desirable were I to ever sell."

Eyes flicked to the stripper pole behind them before she spoke with humor in her voice. "Except for that. I might have to have it removed if I ever do try to sell this place. On the other hand, it might be a good selling point to the right buyer. It was a bitch to have installed." With a tilt of her chin, she indicated the pole, for more than one reason.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

“Salute.” Kameron’s glass wasn’t filled with alcohol, but he raised it for a toast all the same. While he and Mia sipped their respective drinks, their gazes remained locked on each other. She even drinks sexy. He couldn’t remember any other time he had gotten a boner while drinking water.

Mia made a guess about where he lived, and she got it right. “Guilty as charged,” he responded, chuckling. He was impressed that she got such an accurate read on him, but at the same time he was a little annoyed that he was so obvious in that regard. “I don’t live far from you, actually. I own an apartment building called Ocean Blue in Santa Monica; that’s where my penthouse is. If I had been driven here, it would’ve been a straight ride from my place to yours.”

Because he was still thirsty, he drained his glass, similar to how Mia had drained him completely in her foyer. Images of him taking her back to his penthouse played within his mind. He imagined fucking her in his hovercar on the way there. He also imagined drilling her from behind with her gorgeous breasts squished against one of his glass walls. Those walls could go from transparent to opaque with a press of a button, but the thought of fucking her against transparent walls while hovercars sped through the skies outside was quite appealing. His erection swelled, silently telling him it approved of the idea.

The faint sounds of the ocean whipped him back to the here and now. He really wanted to fuck her on her terrace before the food arrived, but not yet; their conversation had only just begun.

Mia talked about feeling right at home in Malibu. He knew what she meant. “Yeah, I’ve got to have an ocean view. I don’t feel at home without one.”

She then directed his attention to her stripper pole. Considering how good she was on stage, it was no surprise she practiced at home. Kameron remembered, vividly, how she performed last night. It was like she learned how to pole dance before she could walk, which was such a ludicrous thought it almost made him laugh.

What surprised him was her talk of getting rid of the pole if she had to sell her place. “Keeping it won’t hurt the value. We’re talking about Malibu, after all. I bet one of your neighbors has a pole of their own. And I bet there are buyers out there who’d love it as a conversation starter.

“Besides, if you really had to, you could have a pillar built around it. It would just be cosmetic, so it could be done cheap. Or you could cover it up in an entertainment system.” He took out his phone, did a quick net search, and then showed her a holographic picture of a home entertainment setup that was basically a handful of flat screens and holo-projectors built around a pole.

For the next several minutes, the two of them enjoyed some easy conversation. It really did feel like they had known each other for years, even though it had been barely 24 hours since they first met. When he saw his chance, Kameron asked, “I’d like to get that tour now, please. Let’s start at your terrace.”

If Mia took him to her terrace, he would not give her an opportunity to continue her tour, for he had other things in mind.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~It was surprisingly easy to converse with Kameron. There were no lulls in the conversation or awkward pauses. She was quite surprised to find out they were practically neighbors. However, she wasn't surprised that he owned the building in which he resided. The king always had the best room and the best view in his castle. "I would love to see it sometime," is what she would murmur in response.

As they continued talking, Mia refilled his glass without him asking. A good hostess would never allow a guest to go without a glass of something to wet their tongue. Ugh...one of the many social lessons that had stuck from her childhood. Though, in the case of her former family, it wouldn't be a Caputo refilling the glass, it would be a servant.

They got on the subject of the stripper pole and Mia overdramatically shivered in disgust, in a playful way, at Kam's mention of one of her neighbors having a pole. "I have seen some of my neighbors in passing, and the thought of any of them having a stripper pole is not my idea of sexy."

"But, boxing it in or building a media center around it are good options." Standing on her tip-toes, she leaned forward, closer to where he sat across from her, to have a look at the picture he brought up. He might have even caught a whiff of her perfume. "I have a dedicated media room down the hall, but having another center for projectors and such wouldn't be a bad idea. Not that I am even considering selling it. So, don't get any ideas, Mr. Real Estate." Mia shook a slender finger at him in a mock-scolding gesture.

They spoke for a few more minutes, finding a little bit more out about each other. For example, Mia begrudgingly admitted she was from New York. She didn't mention specifics about her family or life growing up. Just that she didn't have that much family, or much communication with her remaining family. It wasn't exactly a lie, but it also wasn't exactly the truth. Having so many secrets, she never tried to give too much of herself away. It was why she never had long, meaningful relationships - she couldn't risk anyone finding out who she used to be.

A wide smile met her lips when he asked for a tour of the rest of her place, though she thought it was a little odd that he wanted to begin with her terrace. He had mentioned something about loving the ocean, so maybe he wanted to start with the great view before seeing the rest. Taking one last sip of wine, for now, she came out from around the bar. Talking with him had not diminished how much she still wanted him. On the contrary, she found him even more sexy. He was interesting, intelligent, business-savvy, successful, as well as extremely good-looking.

Body buzzing with awareness, the sexual tension seemed to rise two-fold when they walked through the living room to get to the terrace. Mia was still in all the clothing she wore when he arrived, even though Kam had already been deliciously inside of her. She couldn't bring herself to look down at his boxer-briefs to see if he was sporting an erection. Considering the heat she felt at her back as he followed her, she could imagine he was. Either that or his body was just a veritable furnace.

Struck dumb once more, Mia began rambling about the terrace as she opened one of the double-doors leading out. "The terrace is long and goes all the way down to the master-suite. I have double-door access here and at my room." They stepped out and immediately heard the sound of the waves. Stars dotted the already darkened sky. The moon hung high, shining on the neverending ocean. Both the sky and ocean sparkled, giving intimacy to an already incredibly intimate moment.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Southern California may have looked like a land of eternal summer, but the truth was that it did get cool in the winter, and this winter’s official end was a couple of weeks away. So it was chilly out on the terrace. The chill didn’t bother Kameron one bit, though, because Mia got his fire burning just by standing near him.

While she talked about her terrace and her view, he took a moment to appreciate the sea and the sky. The ocean was obscured by the night, but only partially; it could still be seen lapping the shore, like a persistent lover forever reaching for her other. Stars sparkled above, something that wouldn’t have been so easy to see fifty years prior. Thanks to colossal machines that sucked pollution out of the air, the sky over Malibu was as clear as the skies over far less populated areas, like the middle of Canada or the Dakota Wasteland.

The view was something else, all right. But as gorgeous as it was, it was overshadowed by Mia’s beauty. The cold air on his exposed skin was ignored, for what he really wanted to feel was her skin against his. And the scent of winter sea spray didn’t compare to the fragrance of her hair, which he inhaled as he loomed next to her.

“Hey, come here.” Kameron closed his fingers around one of Mia’s forearms and then tugged her to him. Their bodies collided, and he encompassed her in his embrace. Mia was held against his warm, solid torso. Although she didn’t look down at his crotch earlier, she could now feel how obscene the bulge there was. Indeed, he was ready for more, and he would have it there on the terrace.

“It’s a good thing you’ve got a lot of room out here,” he whispered as he grabbed her thighs and hoisted her feet off the terrace floor. “We’re going to need it.” His lips crashed onto hers. The kiss started gently, but it took only seconds for the passion to become aggressive. Moaning, he tickled her tongue tip with his, then used his tongue to lure hers out of her mouth so he could suck on it. He alternated between sucking on her tongue or her lips.

If there was furniture on her terrace, Kameron would walk her to it and set her ass down on it, but only long enough to push off his boxer briefs and unleash his erection. He also whipped his shirt off and tossed it in the direction of the double doors. Now, for the first time, Mia could see all the muscles rippling across the front of his torso. She could also see the tribal tattoo that covered his right pec, shoulder, and much of that arm. It was the tattoo a warrior would wear, and Kameron certainly had the body of a warrior. As he undressed, he kept his lips on hers. Once he was done, he grabbed her behind and lifted her up once more.

Kameron entered Mia again, this time by lowering her onto his dick and letting gravity help impale her. This time, they were basically outside, so anyone with the right vantage point and maybe binoculars could see them screw each other silly. And this time, he would look her in the eye as he fucked her.

With his wide hands underneath her ass, he raised her up and dropped her down onto his fat dick, over and over again. He grunted each time he stuffed her, each time his girth spread her delicious depths apart. The pace was more measured than it was in the foyer, but the crazy need was still there. And when he wasn’t staring at her bouncing face, he kissed her. The slurping of their lips and tongues mingled with the wet, squishing sounds created by their sexes. As for the winter chill, it was warded off by all the heat they generated between them. What they shared was white-hot.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~Clothed in a summery outfit, Mia did get a bit chilled when they walked out on her terrace. She hadn't dressed for the weather, but for the man who stood so tall beside her. Immediately, goosebumps formed on her bare arms and legs. They didn't last long, however, because Kam soon pulled her to him, their bodies delightfully colliding. Kam was warm, his body was hard and unyielding, and he felt like heaven. Against his chest, he would feel the generous swell of her breasts, the hard points of her nipples poking through the thin material of her shirt.

A dreamy sigh left her lips as their bodies pressed together. Like everything else, it felt right standing against him like this. Her head tilted upward so their gazes could connect. Both arms automatically lifted to wrap around the back of his neck, fingers playing with the hair that curled at his collar. She laughed, the sound low and enchanting when he lifted her up off the terrace floor and told her they would need plenty of room. Strong, athletic legs wrapped easily around his waist, just like the first time they kissed in the foyer.

Kam kissed her, and Mia moaned breathily into his mouth. Hot damn. She thought she had imagined how good his kisses in the foyer had been. Nope. This kiss was just as good, if not better than what occured inside. Soft, feminine hands moved from the back of his neck to the sides of his face. Palms pressed gently against his bearded skin, both thumbs rubbing against the hair. Their lips and tongues played wickedly. Kam would suck on her tongue or lips, and Mia would respond by licking at his tongue or lips whenever she got the chance.

A sturdy, yet small patio table sat on her terrace, as well as a couple of matching patio chairs. She also had a couple of lounge chairs. Kam set her bare ass on the table, which made her inhale sharply since the table was cold and her skirt had hiked up. However, her cold ass was completely forgotten when he began to strip.

Their lips were fused, so she couldn't see everything he revealed. But Mia had been able to see some of the ink that covered much of the right side of his torso in the light provided from inside her condo. Mia absolutely loved men with tattoos. Shit. She was really in deep now. Moaning in appreciation, her hands fell from his face to press against of both his pecs. She tested the warm skin and muscle there before both hands moved slowly down his chest, and down the ripples of his spectacular abs.

A sound of disappointment vibrated in her throat when he lifted her up, but only because she ached to explore more of his incredible body. She broke away from their kiss only long enough to whisper, "I demand time to look at and touch all of you...later..." Mia couldn't say much more because her brain short-circuited when Kam pushed into her with that big, thick cock.

He still had to work to slip all the way inside, but she was just as wet, just as warm, and just as accommodating as the first time. Her pussy gripped him tightly, squeezing his thick mass from all angles. In return, Mia felt every single slide or pulse of his shaft. It felt divine. It felt better than the first time. Facing him now, Mia could look into his eyes, and see how pleasure looked contorting his incredibly handsome face. She was mesmorized. Facing him, she could also use her legs to help aid in their fucking.

Legs would loosen when his big hands easily lifted her up, her pussy sucking on his cock as it left her body. Then, her legs would tighten when he dropped her, aiding in the crash of their bodies when he bottomed out inside of her. Nails dug into the skin of his bare shoulders when their bodies crashed. At times, her lips would pull away from his, so her head could fall back in ecstasy, parted lips emitting her throaty, and not so quiet outcries. "Ungh....Ungh...Ungh..."

If his legs got tired from holding her up, or if he wanted to pound her from a different angle, he could set her ass down on the wall that wrapped around the edge of her terrace. The wall had a pane of thick glass that stood about 3 1/2 feet high. It allowed for an unblocked view of the beach and ocean even while sitting in the furniture on the terrace. The glass was topped with a wide, flat, metal header to serve as a handrail or armrest. It was about half a foot wide, so Kam could set her down on top of it to continue fucking her. If he continued to hold on to her to keep her from falling off, she would be relatively comfortable.

If he set her down in the wide handrail, she could also strip off her shirt. Mia was still completely dressed. She could keep one arm wrapped around his neck for support while using the other to grip the hem of her shirt, pull it up, and easily strip it off over her head. It would either float down to the floor of her terrace or fall to the sand, many feet below. Now shirtless, Kam could enjoy the view of Mia's bouncing breasts. A flip of her already hiked skirt would reveal the place they were joined.

Down past her breasts, he would get a better view of the blue script tattoo on her right side. Since they were fucking, and their bodies were bouncing, rubbing and undulating, he still wouldn't get a clear view of what was written. When they got to the point where they could slow down and explore one another, perhaps later, he would be able to read it. For now, he could watch as the script moved with her undulating body, as well as see the glint of the gem that hung from the piercing in her navel. For now, they would continue to fuck out in the open, warming the chilled air, the insane lust they felt on display for anyone to see.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Kameron felt Mia’s hands on the bare flesh of his torso for the first time. It made him moan, it made him gasp. Before, when she touched him through his shirt, he flexed intentionally in order to tease and tantalize her. Now, it was his turn to be teased and tantalized, and when his pecs and abs flexed, it was out of his control.

Husky laughter was his immediate response to her demand for more time to look and touch, later. “Yes, ma’am,” he said through a grin, his voice deep and raspy. It had been mere minutes since he drank water at her bar, but already his throat was dry. His mouth was getting dry too, so of course he had to take a deep drink of Mia’s kiss. It didn’t exactly solve that issue, but he needed it, anyway, like he needed to plow her out here on the terrace.

Down below, there were barely any people on the beach. A couple strolled on the sand, just out of reach of the surf. A trio of men were playing nighttime frisbee; the frisbee glowed and made a gentle whirring sound as it spun, making it difficult to lose track of, even in the dark. If any of those people looked up at this building, they would have easily seen the silhouette of Kameron fucking Mia, standing up.

On the terrace directly below hers, her neighbors were having a dinner party. It sounded like dinner was over, and her neighbors and their guests were on the terrace enjoying after-dinner drinks and conversation. Well, that conversation got interrupted by all the noises Kameron and Mia made one story up.

“I can’t believe how tight you are! Fuck! Rragh!” Cupping her ass with both hands, he picked her up and dropped her down on his cock so easily. His biceps bulged as he fucked her like this. Inside of her sweet, hot body, his dick felt so stiff, it probably could have held her up even without the help of his hands. That steel-hard rod plunged into her pink and spread it wide over and over again. The speed at which he fucked her wasn’t necessarily quick, at first, but every thrust was strong, every thrust was hard. It got quicker and harder when Mia used her athletic legs to add extra oomph. Their sexual revelry soon became savage.

“Ungh! Oh yeah! Ugh! Ungh!” Kameron couldn’t help but vocalize his pleasure, for that pleasure was off the charts. The way Mia’s cunt sucked and gripped him was like nothing else, so of course he went wild. His grunting and growls filled her ears, along with the nasty squishing sounds created each time his sex crashed into hers. Mia got an earful, and her neighbors did too.

The bigs hands on her bottom and the enormous erection within her wouldn’t let her fall, so she definitely could’ve taken one arm from around his neck to remove her shirt. Kameron’s eyes went wide when he saw her tits. Sure, he’d seen them last night, but they looked so much better bouncing in front of and against him as they boned. Lowering his head, he pressed kisses to the tops of her breasts. Seconds later, he got his lips around one of her nipples. “Unngh! Nyaaah…” His tongue drew wet loops around her areola, then he sucked on her tit. As he did so, his thrusting became more shallow, because he had to hold her up higher to keep his mouth where it was. After his mouth popped off her peak, he went back to plowing her nice and deep.

He’d have to pay more attention to her breasts later on, maybe when they were both too exhausted to continue fucking like this, and instead enjoyed more relaxed, patient lovin’ inside. Breasts so beautiful deserved a lot of manual and oral attention. Such a gorgeous woman deserved a lot of that attention.

The hot churning in his balls warned him he was about to cum, but it was too soon! Kameron usually had terrific control down there, but that control was washed away by Mia’s spell. He didn’t want to blow his load so soon, so he carried her over to the nearest lounge chair and set her down upon it. Groaning, he slowly pulled his cock out of her. What a tough exit that was. If her body fought to keep him inside, then he’d have to struggle to slide every twitching inch out, especially that last one. And once he was removed, his glistening dick pulsated angrily, demanding to be inside her again, immediately.

Kameron ignored his cock’s demands for now, for he didn’t want this to end so soon. He also wanted to suck on her peach. There were so many things he wanted to do to her, and at that moment his brain was going haywire with the possibilities.

He grabbed her legs and lifted them up, forcing her to recline on the lounge if she wasn’t already. He spread her legs so wide and so lewdly, and he practically folded her in half. Because Mia was a dancer, she wouldn’t have any problem being held in this position. He caught a glimpse of her belly jewelry twinkling in the terrace light; he also caught a glimpse of her tight abs, and her heaving tits. But inevitably his gaze got drawn to her pussy, a part of her he hadn’t had a good look at until now.

“Ohhh…” Just like his gaze, his mouth got drawn to her cunt. She felt his hot breath on her creamy flesh an instant before his lips connected. He gave her a long, indulgent slurp, like he was savoring the sweetest fruit in the world. Smooth lips slid upon her labia, getting moistened by it. Inevitably, his tongue stuck out, and he dragged that all over her nethers, too. The taste of her made him moan; it also made his angry cock swell. It only took a few seconds of rubbing his mouth against her for his beard to get covered in her cream.

Kameron released her legs, so not only could she use them however she wanted, his hands were also free to touch her elsewhere. Reaching around her right leg, he used three fingers on his right hand to press on the flesh just above her pussy. Using the fingers of his right hand, he either spread her petals apart, or he massaged them. The digits of his right hand became soaked, like his mouth and beard were.

His long, talented tongue traced her outer petals, and then spread them apart to stimulate the petals underneath. It soon found her hooded clit. “Mmnnnaagh…” Using his tongue tip, he tickled the hood, then he tongue-tickled the sides of her clit. He licked the right side of it, the left side, and underneath. Her pearl received a lot of affection from his tongue, and the only reason it stopped was so he could wrap his lips around her and suck.

His eyes were closed during much of this oral enjoyment, but as he began to suck on her, he opened his eyes and gazed up her body. He looked past her pierced belly and her flexing abs. He looked past her perfect breasts. He stared at her face as he continued to suck, continued to apply sweet pressure to her clit. He kept this up until she came.

When she started to cum, he would give her peach one more suck, then he’d pop his mouth off of it. Finally, his cock would get what it had been demanding whilst he ate her out. The fat tip would rub against and between her nether lips once, twice, maybe thrice before he drove all of his rod inside of her. With so much of his weight on her, with his eyes on her face, and with the lounge chair creaking underneath them, Kameron would fuck her throughout her orgasm, and he would not stop until he came, too.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~With her back to the ocean, Mia didn't have any clue about who was or wasn't on the beach, or who could potentially see them. Somewhere in the back of her lust and pleasure-addled mind, however, she could imagine someone watching their show in silhouette. She could also hear the sounds of conversation on the terrace below. The thought that those below could potentially hear them fucking was such a turn-on.

Unbeknownst to her, conversation one floor down did stop, turning into amused and shocked whispers as they listened to Kam comment on how tight she was. That caused a throaty, sensuous laugh to float through the air as she threw her head back, responding to his dirty talk in hoarse tones. "Mmmm...you're so goddamn big inside me.....Jesus, Kameron...keep fucking me...."

Mia was pleasantly surprised how well and how long he could fuck her standing up, considering he held all of her weight. Standing only 4 inches above 5 foot, and having a dancer's body, she wasn't very heavy. However, she was more athletically-built than skinny, so her muscle-mass added a bit to her weight. Kam lifted her like she weighed nothing, and dropped her on his cock like it was made of steel. Well, it certainly seemed that way with as hard and unyeilding as his shaft felt each time he slammed inside of her. And it was glorious.

The hand that ripped off her top, rewrapped around his neck so she could sort-of lean back to watch him eye, then use his mouth upon her breasts. The touch of his tongue, then his lips to one hard, nipple sent fire racing through her. Mia's cunt squeezed his shaft hard as he tongued her areola, then sucked upon her peak. Nails bit hard into his neck as she sucked in a sharp breath. "Nngh...yesss..." She made up for his shallow thrusts by undulating her body back and forth in such a way that seemed to make his shaft slide and rub around inside her, rather than thrust.

They way their bodies jostled, it felt as if Kameron were moving to a different location. Mia was suddenly lowered and placed on one of her lounge chairs. The cool fabric hit the bare skin of her back and ass around the exact same time he began to pull out of her. Not knowing what his intentions were, Mia fought to keep him inside. With a gasp, she grappled for his neck and shoulders to try and pull him closer. "Wha...?! Kam....no!" Like their time in the foyer, her body didn't easily allow him to pull out. Her pussy continued to attempt to suck him back in, so when he finally pulled that last inch from her body, they could both hear the slurp.

Immediately, her body felt the loss. And since she wasn't aware of what he was going to do next, she wasn't prepared as he lifted, then spread her legs. Loosing her balance, Mia fell back, air whooshing from her lungs. The back of the chair had been previously adjusted to around 45°, so she didn't have that far to fall. Both hands lifted so her fingers could find purchase, wrapping around the back of the chair. The motion arched her back and lifted her breasts up towards the ceiling. As his head lowered between her legs, the sexual haze lifted from her brain long enough to realize what he was about to do.

It wasn't until his mouth made physical contact with her pussy that she responded. Pure, liquid heat flowed through every pore as his lips and tongue began to explore her peach. Men had gone down on Mia plenty of times before, but nothing and no one had ever felt so good. It was like Kam knew exactly how to slide his tongue, how to move his lips to bring her to heights she had never been. When his lips initially touched her sex, Mia's back arched sharply, the movement thrusting her crotch more firmly in his face.

Head arched back, eyes tightly shut, she directed a keening wail up to the ceiling. One hand stayed gripping the back of the chair so tight that her knuckles turned white. The other hand moved to the back of his head to push him closer, so much closer to her weeping sex.

He truly had a talented tongue, lashing her nether lips this way or that before tickling and teasing her clit. Mia was literally dripping wet, so there was plenty of honey for his lips and tongue to gather, plenty to taste. "Ungh.... Kameron....yes, yes...."

She couldn't help releasing a desperate sob when he wrapped his lips around her clit and began to suck. The hyper-sensitive nub seemed to harden. Both hands now pushed on the back of his head as her hips rolled in a sensual rhythm with his sucks. She was literally fucking his face. Sometimes, her fingers would curl within his hair, pulling at the strands while her body moved. Sometimes her toes would curl.

Over and over again she would call him Kameron, repeating his full first name. He had told her to call him Kam earlier. But, for some reason, Kameron felt right on her lips. It was something she inherently knew not many people that were close to him called him. There were plenty of times she would scream out, 'Kam' in the throes of passion, so he would hear both variations of his name plenty of times in the future.

If he looked up at her face, he would see her head thrown back in absolute abandon. Eyes were shut tight as ecstasy contorted her face. Her mouth was open wide to emit impassioned outcries, filling the air and alerting anyone within their vicinity that she was in the midst of something really, really good. And it wouldn't take long before those impassioned outcries turned to screams.

Kameron was unrelenting as he sucked her clit, and there came a point that Mia couldn't take anymore. With a scream, her body gave in, and soared. She continued to ride his face as cream poured forth. But he wouldn't continue to use his mouth as she came. For several seconds, she was free-falling in ecstasy. Kam had taken his mouth off of her to get himself into position. One long drive and her body was full to the brim, once more.

She screamed again, nails now scoring down his chest. Inside, Mia's body was slippery, hot as a forge, and convulsing. She bucked like a wild stallion underneath him, her head thrashing from side to side as she rode out the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. This was only their second time together and already, she was addicted. Who was she kidding? She became addicted from her very first taste of him.

Bent in half, the back of her legs pressed into his shoulders. With this giant of a man pressed down on top of her, she continued to buck and writhe. Even when he came, shooting his essence into her body, she would still experience the effects of her orgasm. As the roaring in her ears continued, and as she fought off the dizziness, she could hear the sound of the delivery drone whirring around to drop off their food on the table beside them. And Mia could swear she also heard the sounds of clapping, cheering and whistling from below.~

 

[BewareTheDream]

She’s cumming so much! Kameron thought when his lips encircled Mia’s clit and he sucked the pleasure right out of her. She tastes so good! That wasn’t the first time he had tasted her cum, but she tasted so much better this time. He continued to stimulate her clit for a while, then he opened his mouth and dragged his tongue up and down her labia, lapping up as much of her delicious, hot cream as he could.

Not only did Mia taste so good, she looked gorgeous when she climaxed, too. The trashing of her body and head, the arching of her back, and the way she fucked his face was so hot. Somehow it reminded Kameron of her dancing, although she had been in total control on stage, whereas here there was nothing about her reactions that made it seem like she was in control.

I’m the one in control here! Kameron didn’t realize he was lying to himself.

Smiling, Kameron tongued Mia’s quivering snatch, and gave it one last suck, for now. He then raised his head, got to his feet, positioned himself atop her, and prepared to penetrate her. Grabbing her legs, he folded her in half like he did earlier. At first, he held her legs in place with his hands, and then he held them there with his upper body. In spite of the cold, he had built up a sweat, so Mia could feel how slick and sticky his flesh was; she could also feel all the heat radiating from the big, brawny body that pressed against the backs of her legs. Speaking of heat, his cock was as hot as an iron, and as hard as iron, too. He inserted his bulging mass into her once more. Heat reunited with heat, and he pushed it in so deep that his balls got squished against her ass.

“Ungh! Mia! Fuck!” What little bit of control Kameron may have had was blown away the instant their sexes merged. Moving of its own accord, his pelvis pumped up and down, up and down, wildly. Each time his phallus slammed into her, each time it parted and ground against Mia’s wonderful inner walls, it created such nasty, wet sounds. Those sounds almost got drowned out by both Kameron’s and Mia’s outcries, which were what the downstairs neighbors heard the most. The squelching of their sexes and the wet slapping of his heavy balls against her flesh were music that filled the ears of the two new lovers, only.

Mia’s pussy was so unbelievably hot and tight, and it sucked on his meat so good. The way she writhed and bucked beneath him made their lovin’ that much hotter and more ecstatic. Kameron made the mistake of thinking he could hold his next orgasm back, but he was wrong. Once he started to cum, there was no way for him to hold it back. Trying to hold anything back while fucking her was like trying to hold back a tsunami.

“Nyargh!” Kameron threw his head back and screamed as he erupted. His seed flooded the depths of her that weren’t already filled with his cock. Sweat from his neck and forehead drizzled onto Mia and the lounge chair upon which he pounded her. His hands were on the sides of the chair, gripping tightly. For the most part, his huge, heavy body was still while he came, but occasionally it spasmed, usually at the same time more cum spurted out of him. Every muscle contracted, and veins appeared on his arms and neck. Soaring higher and higher, in the back of his mind he wondered if he would cum forever.

But eventually, he did stop cumming. “Hunngh…Meeaaaah...” Her name rode upon a dreamy sigh.

Every bit of energy had been drawn out of him, and breathing became difficult. His body went limp, and all of his considerable weight fell onto Mia, who was still folded in half. It was at this time that a delivery drone flew onto the terrace and dropped off their dinner. The drone was autonomous, but the footage captured by its cameras was recorded, which meant that someone at the restaurant would be treated to a pornographic surprise, assuming they didn’t wipe the video without first watching it.

Kameron didn’t notice the drone. It arrived, did the drop-off, recorded a few seconds of them boning, and then flew off without him realizing it was ever there. He also missed the hootin’ and hollerin’ from their audience on the beach. The only thing he was conscious of was how Mia transported him to a realm of ecstasy he was previously unaware of, and how exploring that realm drained him in more ways than one. Eventually, he regained enough presence of mind to realize he was smothering her, as well as enough energy to do something about it.

“Let’s...swap spots…” he whispered between breaths; his voice was hoarse and his breathing remained labored. With a groan, he hoisted his naked, sweaty body off of her. Finally, her legs could get a break, stretch out. Moving like a zombie, Kameron stood beside the lounge chair, giving Mia time to roll off. Once she was off, he slid into place. The chair was slick with her sweat, and he liked it. What he liked even more was pulling Mia’s mostly naked body (she still had her suede skirt on) on top of his. Grabby hands went to her thighs, her hips, or her tummy so he could pull her on top of him, back-to-front. It had gotten colder while they fucked, but his perpetually hot bod could keep her warm while they cuddled.

Kameron wanted to do more than cuddle, however. Even though she had exhausted him, even though she had drained his balls completely, he still needed to touch and taste her. He couldn’t get enough of her. With her back now against his chest, he reached around her body to glide his hands up and down her tummy or her sides. Reaching down, he pressed his wide palms against the front of her thighs, and rubbed them for a while. Next, he reached up to cup her breasts from underneath. He gave her bosom a massage. The tips of his thumbs—which were calloused, which may have been surprising considering how real estate didn’t involve a lot of manual labor—flicked at her nipples.

Lips pressed against the butterfly and net on Mia’s shoulders. He kissed the skin underneath and around her tattoo. Next, he licked and sucked the sweat from the shoulder. Before long, his mouth climbed her elegant neck; there were still love marks there, and there would be more by the time his mouth was through.

Something occurred to him, just then. He had just kissed her butterfly, which reminded him about the tattoo on her ribs. He still hadn’t taken the time to read it. I'm not in a position to read it right now, but that's fine. I have all night to inspect every inch of Mia’s body. The prospect of taking his time and paying close attention to all of Mia’s smooth, tan, tempting flesh made his drained dick start to swell again.

Mia’s ear was his next target. Her earlobe was trapped between his lips, where it got sucked and nibbled on. Kameron tickled the inside of her ear with the tip of his tongue; when his hot breath brushed against the newly moistened skin, it got tickled even more. After several seconds of tongue tickling, he went back to nibbling and sucking on the edges of her earlobe.

Kameron’s rumbling stomach reminded him that he can’t survive on sex alone, but he ignored it. What he really hungered for was Mia. His right hand slid down the middle of her tummy. His fingers bumped into her navel piercing before they caressed the top of her mound, where her pubic hair would’ve been if she hadn’t lasered it off. A couple seconds later, he grasped her pussy, gently, and began to massage it.

“You must be starving, huh?” he whispered into the ear he had been stimulating. “If you want to eat, just tell me to stop.” The tip of his middle finger traced her nether lips, up, down, and around. After several seconds of that, the fingertip drew tight circles upon the tip of Mia’s clit. He tried flicking it, oh so lightly, to see if she liked that.

“Tell me to stop, and I’ll stop,” he whispered right before he resumed sucking and nibbling on her neck.

 

[SongstressWithAPen]

~They both might have thought they were in control, but that couldn't be further from the truth. Mia had never cum like this with anyone. Later, she would make the excuse that it was because Kameron was a really talented lover. He was a really talented lover, could do amazing things with what he was given. He had talented fingers and a fucking incredible tongue. But that wasn't why her orgasms were so profound.There was something that was completely out of their control in play. They had that weird connection, that magnetic attraction that drew them together to do things like fuck before they had even had two conversations. And it was that crazy-attraction that made their orgasms out of this world.

On and on her own release went, drawn out longer because of the way he fucked her. His orgasm hit, and Mia felt every pump of his dick as he released himself inside of her. Their lower bodies were a mess of sweat and cum, made worse by how tightly her body squeezed the seed out of his spasming cock. Bent in half, and unable to do anything else because of the exquisite pleasure she felt, Mia rode out her orgasm until they both began to settle down.

Kameron ended up putting most of his significant weight against her, which she loved. However, the position they were in was a little tough to hold, so she was relieved when he suggested they swap places. Breathless, still flying high, and slightly dizzy, she moaned in relief when he got up and allowed her to reposition her legs. While she was pretty flexible and bendy, she struggled to continue holding the position he had her in.

Mia would literally have to roll off the lounge chair to stretch her legs. She probably looked a little silly on the floor of her terrace, half-naked, with her skirt hiked up over her ass. She did sort-of a push-up to stand. When she did, she stretched her lower limbs a bit before unzipping and wiggling out of her skirt. It, too, fell unceremoniously onto the floor before she crawled back onto the chair and in his lap, completely nude.

With her back resting against his chest, she was much more comfortable, surrounded by his big warm body. They were both sweaty, so her back would slip and slide against his chest. Her bottom was nestled in his crotch. Her legs lay stretched out, in between his. Silken locks were messy and sweaty, sticking to her back, shoulders, or face. Pieces of hair even stuck to his chest. Sighing softly, she seemed to fit perfectly against him. One arm lifted to wrap loosely around his neck so she could play with the longer strands of his hair at the back of his head. The other rested limply at her side. With her eyes open to the starry sky past her terrace, she smiled when his hands began to move over her now naked body.

Goosebumps formed upon the skin his fingers caressed because his touch felt so good. Her abs would tighten when his fingers ran over them, revealing the small ripples that revealed how strong and athletic she really was. Those big hands then began to rub her thighs, which produced a pleasured sigh. It was like he knew her legs might have been cramped from how he fucked her, so he started rubbing to soothe the ache.

Mia would arch her back slightly when his hands moved to her breasts. Even for his big hands, her breasts were a handful. It seemed he had no problems at all massaging and manipulating them, however. Nipples that were rock-hard from the cool air that hit them seemed to harden even more when his surprisingly calloused fingers flicked them. A small squeak was her response before she laughed softly, her hips rolling against his crotch.

Eyes now closed, Mia soaked up every minute that Kameron touched, stroked, massaged, and appreciated her body. Speaking softly, her own voice was hoarse from all of her enthusiastic outcries, but full of playfulness. "Mmm...do you know you have magic fingers? Hell, you've got magic lips, and a magic tongue, too. I don't even know in what category to put your cock..." Nails scratched gently at the back of his neck when his lips began to pamper her shoulder, kissing her tattoo and licking the sweat from her smooth skin. Soft sighs and low moans met with the air as his lips climbed her neck, her body now begining to shift against his.

Her earlobe was next. A delighted shiver overtook her when he began to nibble and suckle upon her lobe. She could feel his hot breath rush inside, which began a chain-reaction of more shudders, and sexy little outcries. Mia's neck was tilted to the side, and the arm that wrapped around his neck tightened it's hold, fingers now pulling with a little more pressure at the strands of his hair. Her breathing - which had normalized in the last few minutes - now became a little uneven.

In the back of her mind, she heard his stomach rumble, but the sound was ignored because his hand had moved down her stomach to grasp her smooth, bare mound. Mia's hips lifted up and off of his lap to grind against his hand, wordlessly giving him her answer to his question about stopping what he was doing to eat. She was starving, alright. Starving for more of his touch. Mia moaned as his finger began teasing her sex lips, hips now settling back into his lap.

Kameron would find her wet, yet again. This wasn't from their mix of combined cum. The slickness he felt was new, and warm, like her pussy. As he flicked her clit, her ass would rock against his crotch, rubbing and bumping his massive cock as she breathed out sensual little mewling sounds. Mia could feel his penis hardening, though he wasn't fully erect, yet. She could definitely change that. "Mmm...the food can wait a few more minutes..."

Gently, and very reluctantly pulling herself away from his fantastic, flicking fingers and his lovely lips, she moved her legs so they were bent at the knee, feet touching the floor. Using her flexibility, she leaned forward at the waist and scootched her butt back towards his chest, so her mouth could hover over his crotch. Kameron would see the globes of her ass, and the underside of her pussy lips. Before he could react and touch her, however, the head of his cock would suddenly get surrounded by her lips.

For several moments, he felt the gentle pulls of her mouth as she sucked and slurped at the head of his cock. Soft moans vibrated around him while sporatic swirls of her tongue teased. Lips slipped up and down, her mouth surrounding about half of his length with fantastic suction before she suddenly popped her mouth off of him, and got back into the original position when they were lying back to front. Only now, his cock would be hard as a rock.

Wrapping slender fingers of one hand around as much of his girth as she could, Mia directed him to her now very slick, very ready opening. She rewrapped her arm around his neck, bent her legs now placed back in between his, and dug her feet into the lounge to lift her butt just a little. When he was in position, Mia would lower her body so the tip would kiss her sex lips before slowly, very slowly sinking inside.

As his shaft slid up and up inside of her, spreading her open as wide as she could and rubbing wonderfully against every nerve, Mia's other arm wrapped around his neck. Air hissed from her lips until he was fully seated inside of her, ass resting upon his balls. Her legs lifted and moved to rest on top of his, her feet hooked into the undersides of the chair. This, combined with her arms around his neck, gave her the anchor she needed to lift herself so his meat could slide up and out. Slowly, she would lower herself back down, riding him backwards in the lounge chair.

Her head turned so she could lick up the skin of his sweaty neck until her tongue-tip reached his earlobe. With a quick tickle, she would whisper in his ear, " Next time, I promise to suck your magnificent cock until you cum down my throat. Plus, I have a little secret that you will enjoy knowing." Mia paused so she could undulate slowly against him, his shaft sliding up and up, then all the way back down again. Exhaling a hot breath into his ear, she whispered, "I have no gag reflex."~

 

[BewareTheDream]

Earlier, when they were switching positions on the lounge chair, Kameron watched Mia shimmy out of her skirt with intense interest. For her, removing that final article of clothing wasn’t a simple act; no, it was a performance so sexy it inspired his dick to start swelling anew.

Why are you so surprised? She’s a stripper, after all, and a damn good one.

Instinctively, absently, he wrapped his long, thick fingers around his semi-hard shaft and gave it a few strokes as he lay down on the lounge. He stopped stroking himself when Mia sprawled on top of him, because his attention shifted to her and her alone.

What followed were several minutes of Kameron loving on Mia’s body with his mouth and hands. During that time, his cock continued to harden, especially because of the way her shapely, smooth ass ground against it. She was the one who had drained him, utterly, and she was also the one who pumped him back up.

Suddenly, Mia began to reposition herself on top of him. “Wha..?” Before Kameron could realize what she was up to, she put herself into a 69 position and took his cockhead into her mouth. “Unnghhh…!” Both his back and his neck arched, sharply, and he throbbed so wide between her lovely lips. He needed to grab her, desperately, so his hands snapped up to her ass and his fingers dug into her cheeks. His outries caused hot air to brush upon her soaked petals and inner thighs.

Oh god! Her mouth is as good as her pussy! It’s too much!

“Ohhh yeah! Mia! Yeah!” He lifted his head, turned it, and bit on the inside of one of her thighs—not hard enough to hurt, but more than enough to thrill. He gave her thigh one noisy, sucking kiss, too. Kameron was just about to start devouring her juicy peach once again, but a particularly passionate suck from her paralyzed him with pleasure. Moaning up toward her cooch, his head dropped to the back of the lounge, and his hands dropped from her ass, too.

When Mia licked him, she could not only taste the concoction of their juices and his sweat, she could also feel the veins that popped up along his shaft. She wanted him hot and stiff again, and that’s exactly what she got; she made that happen with such ease.

Mia had shocked him when she started to suck him off, and she shocked him all over again when she stopped. Kameron could do naught but shudder wildly as she rubbed the front of his body with her ass and got her lower half back on top of his. Different muscles clenched, involuntarily, and his cock tensed up more than anything when she grabbed it.

“God, yess…” he hissed as she guided his sex to hers, and then enveloped it with hers. It felt like she enveloped all of him with all of her. She also licked his neck, teased his ear, and revealed that she had no gag reflex. “Oh god…” was all he could say in response. Within her, his cock throbbed thickly, telling her how much he approved.

The way the two of them loved on each other this time was different than before. Before, they raced to their world-shattering orgasms, but this time, they both took their sweet time. Before, there was so much banging, pounding, and slapping, but this time, they writhed against each other, back-to-front, unrushed and oh so sensually. Before, Kameron dictated much of the erotic action, but now Mia was more in control, and he was lost in the rapture she bestowed. He was lost in ways he didn’t yet realize.

While moans flowed out of Kameron’s wide-open mouth, non-stop, he rolled his pelvis against Mia’s ass and rocked his cock in and out...in and out. Inside or out, their flesh rubbed against each other magnificently. In defiance of the cold, they generated so much heat between them, and their skin got slippery and sticky with sweat all over again. Her back slipped and slid over his front—it was delicious.

As they undulated, and as Mia wrapped Kameron up in her arms and legs, he used his hands up and down her oh so tempting form. Like before, he caressed the fronts of her thighs, and he rubbed them on the inside, as well. Next, his hands glided up her torso to tickle or scratch at her ribs. For a moment, his palm covered the writing tattooed on one of her sides. A moment after that, he toyed with her navel and the piercing there. For several moments, his fingertips traced her abs; he ran his fingernails over her abs, as well. Kameron’s touch was tribute to Mia’s sculpted form.

Reaching down with his left hand, he pressed the tip of his middle finger against her clit. As they fucked so smooth and slow, he drew tight, little circles on her clit. He pushed his cock inside of her, parting her pink passage so wide, and then, as he withdrew, he gave her clit a flick. He repeated the sequence—pump in, pull out, and flick her clit, again and again, nice and easy each time. The passion they shared was nice and easy, this time.

While one hand was busy down below elaborating their fucking, his other hand refused to remain idle. He wrapped those fingers around the front of her neck. Mimicking something he had done to her earlier, he pressed his thumb against her jaw to gently goad her into turning her head. Then he kissed her. Their mouths added to their erotic celebration. Their lips and tongues took turns massaging each other. Sometimes their tongues mated inside of her mouth, sometimes inside of his, and other times they mated in the open space between their lips. Then, when his lips latched onto hers again, he forced her to breathe in his moans.

Kameron and Mia were lost in a journey of divine loving that lasted much longer than the previous times. But they couldn’t keep it up forever; the strength of the body could not keep up with the neverending passion of the heart. Eventually, that familiar pressure at the base of his phallus grew and grew, and despite how much he fought to contain it, he knew he was going to blow.

“Here I cum, baby! Ungh! Here I cum!” Kameron dropped his feet off the lounge and planted them on the floor. With both hands clutching her thighs, he proceeded to buck his hips, pump his cock in and out of her, and slap her with his balls. Their slower, sensual undulations had felt so good he couldn’t believe it, but now he couldn’t help but speed things up, make things rough, and plow her from below until he exploded. When he did, he saw stars.

Kameron howled right by Mia’s ear. That scream got muffled when he bit on her shoulder. It then turned into grunts that mingled with sucks and slurps when his mouth played upon her neck.

Unlike before, he didn’t flood her womb with a tremendous amount of semen, for her cunt had milked him dry multiple times this evening, each time more dramatically and wonderfully than the last. It was a wonder he was able to cum at all this third time. But even after the last, white spurt splashed her secret pink, the ecstasy of that release rolled on and on and on.

Kameron flicked Mia’s clit once more, then tickled it gently for a few seconds. Weakly, he kissed her shoulder tattoo, then slurped on her neck; his actions may have been weak, but the underlying passion still burned white-hot. One of his hands covered her breast, but it didn’t really do anything else besides that. Before long, he stopped doing anything except gasp for air, for he was completely and utterly spent. To her, he still felt solid underneath her, but in his mind he felt like a puddle of jelly.

As for his brain, it was fried. It took a while, but a thought eventually drifted along the surface of his consciousness:

I’ll never stop fucking her…

Kameron was deep into Mia, in more ways than one.