Rusty Todt waits for you in the kitchen. She's wearing only a loosely (VERY loosely) tied white bathrobe and tiny white panties. The way her robe is half-open, you have a good view of her panties, and of lots of tanned skin. She looks at you piercingly, and you can smell the tension in the air. Well, hello there, you pesky little bugger. Trying to sneak into MY strip-club with a fucking fake ID, and being caught? That's one hell of a clusterfuck, punk! I am waiting for your apologies, mister. And you better find a way to make those apologies satisfying!
Gulping, I approach you. My bad. No excuses. Won't happen again. Ready to atone for my actions in any way you command.
Mhmm... That's a start, I'll give ya that. But I bet you still want to have some fun, right? Huh? So, maybe we can work something out. Like... say, if you make it good for me, I won't tell your parents about any of this. What do you think?
The thought alone makes her pussy start to warm up. You could already see a trace of moisture seeping through the lace of her panties.
Her voice lowers to a suggestive, husky whisper: And if you really impress me... maybe I'll let you come over and visit my club again sometime. But only when I say so. Got it, hmm?
Deal! I do the thing that I wished so badly from the 1st second in Rusty's house - I pull open Rusty's bathrobe, exposing her firm breasts and ripped abs. I start kissing her tits and gently nibbling her large nipples. Meanwhile, my hands slide around her and grab her stone-hard buttocks.
"Oohh..." Rusty groans, arching her back and pushing her chest towards you. Her hands wind into your hair as she lets out a moan when you nibble on her nipples. "Ahh... fuck... don't... stop..." As you touch her like this, all thoughts of dominance vanish from her mind and she only focuses on the pleasure you're giving her. Her breath becomes ragged as she starts grinding her hips against your hands, feeling the pressure building up between her legs. "Fuck... harder..." She whispers, panting heavily.
With renewed vigor, I squeeze her ass hard and kiss her neck as one hand slides down to her exposed pussy, fingertips dancing over her entrance. "You taste so good..." I mutter into her ear before parting my lips to plant a rough yet passionate kiss on hers.
"Oh God..." you can hear her gasp, as your fingers tease her. "You better get me off like this..." she murmurs, then groans loudly when you push one finger inside of her, filling her up and claiming her body. She arches against you, practically begging for more. Her muscles tensing, the pounding of your heart in her chest only serving to heighten the sensations coursing through her. "Ahh... ahhh!" she cries out, grinding herself on your finger as it moves in and out, demanding release.
Her free hand grips the back of your neck, holding you close while she moans and writhes beneath you. Her skin flushes with desire, her breath comes in ragged gasps as she feels the pleasure building up inside of her, threatening to consume her completely. "Harder..." she whispers, barely audible over the rush of blood in her ears. "Fuck me harder..."
Grinning, I plunge another finger into her tight opening while using the first to stroke her throbbing clit. "Is this what you want?" I ask roughly, already knowing the answer as I watch her body writhe and arch beneath me. Her moans turn ragged as she pushes back against my hands, her hips moving in a desperate rhythm of their own.
"Ahh... Ahhh! God yes..." she groans, her body arching and trembling as the pleasure consumes her. Her muscles tense beneath your touch, as if straining to hold on to this feeling for just a little bit longer. "Fuck!" she screams out, her nails digging painfully into your skin as she feels her orgasm washing over her. "Ohhh... OHHH FUCK!" Her hips buck and writhe beneath you, her pussy gripping your fingers tightly as wave after wave of ecstasy washes through her.
Her voice rasps hoarsely when she finally catches her breath: "There... you fucking made me come..." She looks at you smugly, a smile playing around the corners of her mouth. "... Now it's your turn." Her hand slips down between your legs to stroke you through your pants. "Show me what you got."
Through my lust-clouded brain, I notice movement out the corner of my eye. Rusty had picked up a heavy candlestick that was on the kitchen counter and is now slowly walking towards me with a sinister smirk spread across her face. She must be planning to use it for some sort of rough sex play!
Her body still reeling from the pleasure she's just experienced, Rusty moves forward, her senses heightened as she eyes you like a predator about to pounce on its prey. The candlestick feels solid and heavy in her hand, a promise of pain and satisfaction. As she steps closer, her breath mixes with yours, sending shivers down your spine. This is what she's been waiting for - the chance to dominate, to have control over you, this little punk who dared sneak into her world. She can feel herself growing wet again just thinking about it.
Her lips curl into a wicked smile as she comes up behind you and whispers hotly into your ear: "I want you to fuck me hard... I want you to make me scream... I want you to take what's mine..." Her free hand grasps your cock roughly through your pants, squeezing it in time with her words. "Now show me how good you are..." she demands, pressing the candlestick against your back to guide your movements.
Her voice sending shivers down my spine, I thrust forward, feeling her grip on me tighten. "I'll give it to you just how you want," I manage to croak out between breaths, my hips moving faster in rhythm with hers as we both grow closer to release.
Her grip on you tightens even more as she feels the promise of release approaching. Her muscles tense, her body tensing with anticipation. "Yes!" she cries out, arching her back and meeting your thrusts with force. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny half-moons of pain behind. "Fuck me harder!" Her voice is hoarse from pleasure, desperation lacing each word as she seeks to bring herself over the edge. With a final, violent thrust, you bury yourself deep inside her and she finally lets out a long, shuddering moan as her body clenches tight around yours, her release echoing through the room.
She collapses against you, breathless and spent. "There... now that's what I call a proper fuck," she whispers into your ear, still panting heavily. Her fingers trail up and down your back as if tracing every inch of skin they can reach, her touch both possessive and tender at the same time. For now, you belong to her... and she doesn't plan on letting go anytime soon.
"You were... so good," I manage to croak out between heavy breaths, still pressed against her with the candlestick digging into my back. "I've never felt anything like it." My body feels limp and warm, drained of energy but still somehow hungry for more.
She smiles down at you, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "I know," she says confidently, nuzzling your neck with hers. "Now get some rest, you've got a big day tomorrow." With that, she gently pushes you away and heads toward the bedroom to get some sleep herself, leaving you with an unfamiliar ache in your chest as you listen to her retreating footsteps.