TakeItOff by Taylor Cole and Justin Whitfield

how I really
wanted to rock her world. I wanted her and I wanted her to really want me.
    I decided to turn on the stud
mode—and really took my time. I licked every part of her inner thighs before I
entered her. Every time I see a beautiful woman, I wonder what her moans sound
like. To hear a beautiful woman in pure ecstasy is the best, sweetest sound
there is, and the sounds she made almost made me come right then. She was riding
my cock and I was watching her succulent breasts bounce up and down. I was
trying my hardest to pleasure her a second time but it was all so intense that
I was not able to give her the second orgasm before I had my first.
    As soon as I had that orgasm
(a really, really good orgasm), a blanket of remorse covered me. My breathing
became shorter and I started feeling the room close in. I couldn’t believe
this! I was feeling bad about being there and suddenly I really wanted to go
home. We lay in bed for what seemed forever and I kept running through my mind
how I could leave without making her feel used or angry. The original plan was
to spend the night but I made an excuse to leave and head out. She was totally
cool with my leaving and I was very glad about that.
    That was the longest drive
home. I realized that night what the difference was between a cheater and a non-cheater.
It has everything to do with the potential for remorse or lack thereof that
keeps a man from cheating or enables him to cheat.
     
    The Ultimate Table
Dance
    If a hot girl is wearing a skirt and the dancer is giving
her a lap dance, sometimes just asking her what she wants her dance to be rated
will set him up for a booty call. You would be surprised how many say XXX! I’ve
given plenty of XXX table dances and hooked up afterward. But I never expected
to have a booty call during a lap dance—until a young regular took me
all the way one night.
    She had been coming in the
club for a while. She was young but legal, with long, dark hair and a face that
was made for the camera. I never knew her name, just that every Friday night,
she would come in to see me for a table dance. Each time I danced for her, I
realized more and more that she knew exactly where to go and how to sit to get
the maximum enjoyment from my performance, depending on her mood. There are
different-height chairs in the club, low seats with tables in the pit and high
barstools in the table dance area.
    On one particular night, she
came in wearing the sexiest little skirt and sat on a barstool. She spread her
legs wide open as I approached her and wrapped them around me to pull me closer.
As I stood there with my half-hard bulge within inches of her soft, wet,
beautiful snatch, the only thing keeping my cock from being inside her was two
little pieces of clothing, my trunks and her white panties. I started my sexy
dance, and she leaned back, thrusting her hips forward and rubbing her panties up
against my fully erect penis.
    I tried to keep him down, but
she was turning me on and I was starting to really get the desire to be inside
her. I stared into her eyes and softly rubbed my hands down her chest, almost
rubbing her nipple. I squeezed both breasts together and buried my face in
them. I let my lips softly run up her breasts to her neck and nibbled on her
ear.
    She cringed but in a good
way. I pulled the back of her hair and stared into her eyes. The level of
ecstasy was intensifying. With the other hand, I used my fingertips to slowly
caress her face, running my fingers down and over her breasts. I pulled her in
as close as I could. My cock was pressing against her panties. She was
thrusting her hips up and down, trying to achieve some friction on her
clitoris.
    This was making me so damn
hot! I pulled her hair a little harder and she moaned. I took her left breast
out of her blouse and placed my tongue on her nipple. I playfully bit it and it
made her really crazy. I found myself having to calm her down a bit so no one could
tell we were enjoying this dance