Tessa's Escape to Athena's Ground(75)

                “Reach in. Pull my cock out.”

                Tessa pulled on his manhood and it roared out of confinement. It was hard and thick and it had a drop of moisture on its head.

                “At this point in your lap dance,” Russell said, “you and your man need to negotiate how you’re each going to get what you need. For example, I need to come. What about you Tessa?”

                The thin strip of lace over Tessa’s slit was wringing wet. He smiled when Tessa nodded, yes.

                “You’ve rubbed and teased my prick until the only thought in my head is to thrust it in your tight pussy until it explodes.” Russell raked his teeth over Tessa’s sensitive nipple and she yelped. He pulled her to a loveseat and pushed her onto it. “You’ve had all the control, up to now. Your man may want to continue with you in control, or he may want a turn calling the shots.”

                Tessa said, “What do you want, now?”

                “I want to ride you until you scream. I don’t want this to be gentle and sweet. Can you handle that?”

                Tessa whimpered, pulling her hips up to align with his. She opened her legs wide, sucked her finger, and began massaging her clit.

                Russell seemed surprised that Tessa’s answer was so overtly sexual, and he smiled. He forced his hips between Tessa’s open legs, shoved the lace G String out of the way, and inserted his finger.

                “Your pussy’s ready for my cock, isn’t it Tessa?”

                Tessa nodded and moaned something that sounded like yes and Russell responded by driving his member into her wet center. She wiggled but he kept control, holding her hips with his hands while his pelvis found its rhythm. When she settled into the position Russell required, he moved a hand to Tessa’s mound. He created friction and heat on her clit and his penis did the same inside. Tessa began to writhe. The muscles of her vagina gripped his shaft and waves of small contractions began to build.

                “You’re almost there.” His breathing was ragged, but he kept pumping, quickly and deeply. His palm pressed Tessa’s mound and his fingers concentrated on her clit. “Do it. Do it. Before my cock explodes.”

                Just as Russell filled Tessa with his semen, Tessa shuddered and screamed. After they both caught their breath, Russell pulled his spent manhood from her core and gently slid it back into his pants. He repositioned the thin strip of lace over Tessa’s wet mound, lifted her to her feet and said, “Now that’s how you end a private lap dance.”





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                Tessa studied Russell’s face as he drove them back to Tessa’s hotel.

                “What’s the wildest thing you’ve ever done with a client?” she asked.

                “I never talk about clients to anyone except the client’s therapy team at Athena’s Ground.”

                “Not even in a generic way?”

                “Not in any way.”

                Tessa was relieved—she certainly expected her experience here to be kept confidential, in fact, if military grade Top Secret was an option, she’d demand it.

                Again, Russell seemed to read her mind. “You’d skin me alive, after you sued the stuffing out of me, if I told my next client all about you, right?”

                “Right you are. I know some very good lawyers and my receptionist’s husband is a sous chef, very skilled with sharp instruments.” Tessa smiled. “I was curious about your experiences, but I’d have been disappointed if it turned out you had loose lips.”