“Come here, baby.”
I kept my knees together and sat very lady-like on his one thigh, with my legs between his spread thighs.
“So, brother… tell me, is that pole ya want installed for private shows only?”
“Yeah.”
I was so glad he said that. I was already nervous about dancing for him alone.
“Since ya said ya can get everything done for me tomorrow, how ’bout I give ya a little bonus now? Like a much better view than before?”
“Fuck yeah, brother.”
He grabbed my waist, sat my butt between his thighs, and shifted me to lying across his lap with my head resting on the armrest. He slid his right hand up my body to cup my right breast. He nibbled and sucked my nipple through my mesh top until it was hard. He slid my top up, cupped my left breast, nibbled and sucked that nipple. He slid his right arm under my right thigh and slid the front of my G-string over. I spread my legs wide for him, trying not to scratch the leather couch with my stiletto heels. He ran his middle finger along my slit, and then pressed in to slowly stroke my clit.
“Yer always so ready for me, baby.”
When he slid his index and middle finger into my pussy, rubbing his thumb over my clit, I threw my head back and raised my hips in delight. My hips gyrated as he brought me to an orgasm. He leaned over, sucked my right nipple and I moaned. I raised my left knee, bent my leg and held onto the stiletto heel.
“Shit, she needs more, brother.”
“Ya need me to fuck ya, don’t ya?”
I whispered a ‘yes’ to him.
“Stand up.”
He unfastened my stockings, front and back and pulled off my G-string.
“Take off your shoes.”
I heard him unfasten his belt, unbutton, unzip and drop his pants to the floor, then sit on the couch. He pulled my hips back over his groin, I slid my skirt up to my waist, leaned over and straddled his thighs, as he guided his cock toward my pussy. As I sat down, easing onto his cock, he put both hands under the backs of my thighs, spread them, and raised them, causing my knees to bend and I reclined my back onto his chest. He plunged his cock slowly in and out of me. When his drilling became faster, the tops of my stockings started falling down my thighs, then to my knees and eventually my ankles. His grasp around my thighs became very tight as he climaxed. He grunted with each cum filled thrust.
“Stand up. Come stand up over me.”
He offered me his hand and I stepped up onto the couch with my feet planted on each side of him. He pulled my hips forward, pushed my right leg up and licked my pussy and clit. He was cleaning our mess from my pussy. When he finished, he held my hand to help me down to the floor. I knelt between his legs and cleaned our mess from his cock and balls.
“Yer one lucky son-of-a-bitch and hun, yer one amazing little girl.”
“Yeah, brother, I know.”
Danny stood up, pulled up his briefs and jeans, offered me his hand to help me step down and fastened his jeans and belt. I pulled my top down, put my G-string back on, pulled my skirt down, pulled up my stockings and fastened the front of each of them. He sat back down and fastened the backs for me. I went and sat on B.J.’s lap.
“You need anything, Daddy?”
“I could use another drink after that, darlin’.”
“Should I go get you one?”
“I’ll go with ya, baby and we’ll get a round for everyone.”
We got half-way to the door and I realized I didn’t put my pumps back on.
“I forgot my shoes.”
“Baby.”
“Please? Otherwise, my stockings will get ruined.”
He growled at me and I quickly went back. I overheard B.J. talking when I got back to the couch.
“…the sweetest little thing I’ve ever tasted.”
I cleared my throat and slipped my pumps on.
“Forgot my shoes. We’ll be right back, Daddy.”
I quickly walked to the door that Danny held open, waiting for me. We got drinks at the main bar. Danny took his drink and I carried the other three back to the lounge. I gave B.J. his and then gave Nuts his drink. Danny was staring at me as I walked over to sit next to him on the couch. Before I could sit, he stood up in front of me.
“Come over here.”
I followed him to the pool table. He pulled at the neckline of my top.
“What the fuck?”
“What’s wrong, baby?”
“Why do you have bruising on your collar bone?”
“Please don’t be angry with me.”
“Tell me… now.”
“The slippery sheets? When you tried to make sure it didn’t happen again.”
“I did that? I told ya to tell me if I was hurtin’ ya.”
He looked very angry.
“Baby, I felt so bad that you were getting so irritated and I didn’t want you to have to stop a third time.”
“Dad, I’ll be back later. Nuts, if I don’t see ya when I get back, I’ll see ya tomorrow morning.”
~ ~ ~
He grabbed my arm, we left the lounge and went to his room. He didn’t say a word on our way there. Once we got inside the room, he closed the door, stood there with his hands raised up, leaning against it, with his head down. I had a knot in my stomach. Suddenly, he stood up and punched the door with both fists and yelled.
“Fuck!”
He came toward me, grabbed my hand and walked toward the bed. When we reached the top platform, I couldn’t even think of what he was going to do to me.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you it was hurting me. I’m so sorry, baby. Please don’t be angry with me.”
I sat down on the edge of the bed and started to sob, because I felt that I had disappointed him.
“Hey, hey, hey…”
He knelt in front of me and gently grabbed my hands.
“I’m angrier with myself. I never want to hurt ya, ever. Ya have to tell me.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”
He gently put his hands on the sides of my face and softly wiped the tears away with his thumbs.
“Scoot back some.”
He crawled onto the bed, came up between my legs, crawled up further and supported himself over me using his hands on the mattress by my sides. He bent his arms, lowered himself down and lightly kissed along my collar bones, left and right. I put my hands on the sides of his face, leaned up and lightly kissed the closed lid of his injured eye, then all around it. He got up off the bed, stood up and turned around.
“I gotta take care of somethin’. I’ll be back in a little bit.”
He walked out of the room, and left me. Left me lying there, wondering what the hell just happened. I got up and went to the bathroom. I wanted to see the bruising and how bad it was. It was already purple and about two inches wide on each side. I pressed on each side and it was still tender, but not as bad as earlier. I wondered if make-up would hide it. I thought I might have to try that if it got worse.
I went back and lay down on the bed to wait for him. I thought about his forearms and elbows pinning me, while he nailed me. The pain on my clavicles was excruciating, but his cock savagely penetrating my pussy felt so fucking good. I was getting wet just replaying it over in my head with my eyes closed. I spread my legs wide, reached under my skirt, slid my G-string over and stroked my clit up and down, then in circles, then up and down and repeating. I heard the door and I didn’t care if he saw. I was cumming and I didn’t want to stop. He walked slowly to me, as he watched. He lay down next to me, lifted my top up and took my right nipple into his mouth and suckled, while I continued pleasuring myself.
“Give me a taste, baby.”
I put my fingers into his mouth and he sucked off my cum.
“Do you want to take over?”
“Oh no, I’m enjoyin’ watchin’ ya play with my pussy. Please continue.”
I masturbated until my clit was so sensitive, I couldn’t touch it anymore.
“What gotchya goin’, if I may ask?”
“After I went and looked at the bruises, I was waiting for you on the bed and I was thinking about you nailing me… you know, when it happened… that part really hurt, but the way you fucked me felt so fucking good.”
“Ya couldn’t be more perfect for me. Ya wanna go back out to the clubhouse?”
“I think your dad could use some attention. Is Nuts still here?”
“Yeah, they’re still sittin’ in the lounge.”
“I need to wait until Nuts leaves, right?”
“Why?”
“Does he know that your dad and J.T. fuck me?”
“Every woman who belongs to a member has been shared with at least one other member.”
“Have you ever shared a woman with anyone other than your dad and J.T.?”
“Yes.”
“Why don’t you want to share me with anyone else?”
“Do ya want me to share ya with other men?”
“I asked you first.”
“I don’t want ya to think that I think of ya as my whore.”
“I know you don’t do it because of that. You get off watching me and I think it’s hot. I would do anything to make you happy, baby. If you’re selective about who it is, I don’t mind.”
“Like I said before, perfect.”
~ ~ ~
We went back to the lounge after we got drinks at the main bar. It was busier than I’ve seen it before; Members all over with very few women and they were “Property”. There were no open seats in the main sitting area, which is where B.J. was sitting. Just because Danny is B.J.’s son, doesn’t make him higher in rank, so we stood. Danny lit a cigarette, sat on the armrest of the couch next to B.J., put his right arm around my waist and pulled me close. He ran his hand lower, across my ass and down my left thigh. He moved his hand inward on my thigh and raised it up to the hemline of my skirt. He kept hold of my inner thigh and slipped his thumb underneath the fabric of my skirt that was covering my ass and rubbed it back and forth. His head was about level with my breasts and he would periodically bite my left nipple.
Nuts was sitting in a chair next to B.J., Danny and me. I found him sneaking peeks at me and at Danny’s hand on my thigh. I looked around and noticed Marie and Jan were sitting at a table about twelve feet away with another woman I hadn’t seen yet. I whispered to Danny, asking him who she was and he whispered back.
“Lyle’s woman, Bonnie. She’s a cunt. Lyle’s sitting in the chair over by Fly.”
Lyle looked like he was in his early forties, short, fat, bald and wore glasses. Bonnie looked like she was around the same age, short, fat, short brown hair and wore glasses. They were both unattractive, but looked like they belonged together. I also caught Lyle sneaking peeks at me, probably because he hadn’t met me yet. Marie came over to Danny and asked if it was okay for me to come sit by her. Danny whispered something back, she winked at me and went back to her table. Danny caught Lyle looking a little too long and locked eyes with him. Lyle tipped his glass to Danny, smiled and looked away. B.J., always the diplomat, spoke up.
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