A literotic sexstories: Tiffy goes Wild by assluver21
The bass of the music reverberates through Jared’s entire body. Between the flashing lights and machine-generated fog, most of the bodies around him are mere silhouettes. He sits back into the cushy purple seat of his private circular corner booth. His gaze focuses on the supple curves of the female bodies all around him as they shameless gyrate to the thumping beat. Like a pack of stray cats in heat, the nubile young bodies twist and hump in an orgy of wanton abandonment as they shake their asses and flaunt their wares in the so-called name of dancing.
DOOM, DOOM, DOOM-A, DOOM-A
Jared heard good things about this club. It’s the hottest spot in town because if you have a good looking pair of tits and a pussy it doesn’t matter what age you are, the door is always open. So, naturally, all the high school girls decked out in latest skimpiest fashions and armed with their fake IDs flock to the club on Friday and Saturday nights.
Now, if you’re a guy, it is a whole different story. First, if you aren’t sporting an immaculate, clean cut, sharply dressed look you might as well stay home. Second, you had better plan on waiting in line for half the night have a Benjamin or two handy to get in the front door. Of course, as in Jared’s case, a grand will get you treated like a king and he was here on business. The club owners wisely only let in one cock for every three pussies and laugh their way to the bank every Monday.
DOOM, DOOM, DOOM-A, DOOM-A
Jared swigs the last his Glenlivet on the rocks and stands up tucking his black silk shirt back into his pants and pulling the band tight on his long black ponytail. Time to get to work he thinks to himself as he surveys the crowd. Following the pack mentality, most of the girls stick together in groups of three or four. Circling these small herds are guys, either solo or in pairs, waiting for one to break away from the pack.
A cute redhead with a huge rack that is spilling out of her dress catches his eye. However, as he studies her interaction with her girlfriends, he can quickly tell she’s far too timid for what he needs. Besides Jared already knows exactly who he is looking for.
DOOM-A, DOOM, DOOM-A, DOOM, DOOM
At last his purposeful gaze settles on the reason for him being here tonight. A perky bleached blond dances and laughs it up with two of her girlfriends as they grind and bump with each other at the edge of the dance floor. She’s a hot piece of jailbait. The perkiness of her tits, the smoothness of her skin and the amount of make-up she caked on trying to look older are all tell tale signs of the seventeen year old’s youth.
Tonight she’s wearing a bright pink Flashdance throwback tube top with her white vinyl bra straps in plain sight. He holds up his hand and eyes it cupping around her left tit. “Solid C cup, probably 34-35,” he mutters to himself taking inventory of her dimensions. She’s probably 5′ 3″ without the boots and 120 lbs soaking wet, just like his research said she is.
An electric-blue mini-skirt barely slides down far enough to cover her ass and the bright pink sides of her thong peek out above the waistband. Her legs are smooth, shapely, and well muscled. A wide white vinyl belt going from hip to waist and ankle high black leather stiletto boots round out the outfit.
Her hair is teased up and various combs, sticks, and bows make a nest in her curly blond locks. No way the carpet matches the drapes though, as it is evidently a cheap home dye job with her dark roots showing through. However, Jared would bet money that her runway is shaved smooth tonight. He studies her for a few moments watching the way she moves her hips. Yep, she’s definitely ridden cock before he decides, as only a chick that had a cock stuffed up her cunt would know to roll her hips like that.
He sees her make eye contact with a burly college jock sitting at a table near the dance floor. Perfect, let’s see her in action, Jared smiles to himself. He heads over to the bar and leans back against it so he can watch the show. Never taking his gaze off her, he flags the bartender down and simple says, ” ‘Livet rocks.”
The blonde raises her arms above her head clasping her hands together and serpentines her body in time with the music. As she twirls around, Jared confirms the tramp stamp tattoo nestled above her asscrack.
DOOM, DOOM, DOOM-A, DOOM, DOOM
She glances over to make sure the jock is watching then bends way over and grabs onto the back of her calves pretending to stretch out a kink. Her blue miniskirt loses the battle of trying to cover her ass and snaps up revealing a thin bright pink thong nestled between her creamy white ass cheeks. Feigning embarrassment she stands back up and pulls her skirt back down tugging at the hem far longer than necessary to get the garment back into place.
“This is going to be too easy,” Jared chuckles to himself.
Sure enough, after a bit more flirting, she takes charge and heads off towards the bathrooms without her girlfriends. The jock jumps out of his seat and starts to cut across the dance floor in her direction. She glances back at him and boldly walks right into the men’s room. The jock disappears inside after her.
Jared finishes his drink and starts to make his way to the bathroom as well. As he arrives and walks inside two guys leaving the bathroom are shaking their heads in amazement.
“That’s one lucky dude,” one says to the other.
Jared scans the empty bathroom and looks down the line of stalls. He quickly spies the blond girl’s boots sticking out from beneath the door of the handicap stall. He walks over to the sink to wash his hands and glances in the mirror. The door to the stall is cracked open and he can see the jock sitting on the john. The blond is kneeling in front of him and Jared gets a great view of her supple ass as her mini-skirt has ridden up once again.
Slurping and sucking sounds fill the small bathroom as Jared watches her head bob greedily up and down over the jock’s crotch. Like a bitch in heat she works the jock’s cock with a raw passion. She gets into it wiggling her ass all over the place and humping the air. It doesn’t take long and the jock groans out loud, reaches his arms out to grab the sides of the stall, and lifts his ass off the toilet.
“Ohhhhhhhh, shiiittttt, oh shit, oh shit,” he screams as he thrusts his hips up and down fucking the blond chick’s face.
The jock reaches down puts a hand on the back of the blonde’s head and stuffs his cock up into her throat as a load moan escapes his lips. The blonde’s sucking noises get muffled for a moment then a pulsating, wet gulping sound takes over as she chugs the hot cum spewing into her mouth. The jock’s body tenses for a moment and when his balls are fully depleted he flops back down on the toilet seat exhausted.
“She’ll do just fine. Just fine. My clients will be most pleased,” Jared says to himself as he breaks out a comb and starts running it through his ponytail.
The blond stands up, wiggles her skirt down, and without even looking back walks out of the stall. She takes a finger and circles it around the corner of her mouth cleaning up a gob of cum and stuffs it in her mouth. Nonchalantly, she waltzes up to the sinks right next to Jared and begins fixing her makeup in the mirror.
The jock emerges from the stall and sees Jared. His face turns red and he bolts for the door still buckling his belt.
Jared turns to the blond and with a practiced non-descript accent says, “Have you ever thought about doing zum modeling?”
She turns to face him and looks him up and down. Jared at thirty-two is a handsome guy with long dark hair tied in a ponytail, a short trimmed beard and moustache, blue eyes and a sculpted face and body. He sees her eyes open wide as she checks him out and her bosom swells a bit before she consciously shuts down all reaction.
“Pleeeaaase, does that cheap ass line ever work?” she scoffs. “And, NO, I’m not going to suck your cock,” she says before turning back to the mirror and pulling out her red lipstick.
Jared smiles. “Well, there’s a couple of thousand zin it for you if you were interested, zin the modeling that is,” he says as he pulls out a money clip brimming with hundred dollar bills.
She pretends not to look, but Jared notices her glance at the money from the corner of her eye. Jared smirks, as he knows he read her like a book. Although she’s in a ritzy exclusive club, she obviously doesn’t come from money. He noticed that bag she has is an obvious Louis Vuitton replica and those leather boots are actually cheap pleather knock offs.
Having laid the bait, Jared simply turns and heads out of the bathroom. He cuts his way across the dance floor and over to his private booth. As he sits down, he sees the blond come out of the bathroom and start scanning the crowd. Her gaze settles on him for a second before she notices him starring back at her. She turns her head away quickly and heads over to her girlfriends.
For the next several hours, Jared just sits and watches her on the dance floor. From time to time she sneaks a glance over in his direction. Eventually, her curiosity gets the better of her and she makes her way over to his booth. Jared slides over and motions for her to sit. She looks skeptical, but takes a seat anyway.
“So, the modeling you’re talking about entails what?” she asks as Jared motions one of the half naked waitresses over. He purposely jiggles his wrist a bit making sure his guest can see the glint of his Rolex.
“A bottle of Cristal,” he says to the waitress before turning back to the blond.
“Well, zhat depends on you,” Jared starts. “You seem to be fairly uninhibited, so I’m sure we can find all kinds of things zhat meet your interests.”
“So, you really mean, you want me to suck your cock for the camera?” she blurts out.
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