The music blared through the club.

Red, blue, and yellow lights chased one another over the mirrored walls and soft, plush couches. I took a drag from my cigarette, and made my way through a crowd of horny college fraternity boys, feeling their stares caress my tight ass. “Mind if I join you?” I asked the gray-haired man seated next to the stage. He looked me over, smiling when he saw my 36DD tits pushing through a tiny red vinyl bra. “What’s your name, cutie?”

His round cheeks quickly turned red, and he pushed his glasses farther up his nose. “John. And you’re Raven, right?”

I smiled. “That’s right. Do you come here often? I usually know all the good-lookin’ men.” He kept his eyes on my red patent-leather six-inch heels as I crossed and uncrossed my legs, smoothing out my garter belt, and gently pulled my G-string to the side, revealing just enough to let him know I keep my pussy completely shaved.

“You are incredible, Raven,” he whispered, sliding his chair closer to mine. His hands rubbed nervously together. “Would you give me a dance on the next song?”

“Of course, John.” I flashed him a smile, then led him over to the V.I.P. section of the club and sat him on the most-secluded couch, away from the other dancers and customers. He sat down, opening his legs, placed his hands along the back of the couch, and waited for the song to begin.

I straddled him, letting my long, dark hair cover my tits, and placed my vinyl-covered pussy over the crotch of his pants. Slowly, I moved with the music, letting the beat carry me, and John sat, mesmerized. My hair teased his face. As he inhaled my perfume, I slipped a bra strap off my shoulder, daring a nipple to peek out at him. He licked his lips and started to lift his hands, but I grabbed his wrists and shook my head. “I’m in control tonight, John.”

His cock was growing hard beneath me; I could feel the bulge through his pants. The cold air kissed my nipples as I slid my bra to the floor, moving my hips back and forth as if I were slowly making love to him. I moaned softly in his ear, my pussy beginning to swell with the excitement. Usually I never get turned on, but there was something about him that made me wet.

“Your big, thick cock feels so good between my thighs, baby,” I moaned. “I’m soaking wet.” I slid a finger deep inside my hot cunt and then let him suck off my tangy juices. “Does that taste good? Let me try some.” I licked his lips and tasted my sweetness.

John thrust upward and let his cock rub against my G-string. He was so hard I could feel it pulsating. I stood up, then turned around and placed my ass in his face, bending over so he could almost see my virgin ass hole. My fingertips traced along the edges of the red string. I teased him, pulling it aside, and spread my bare pink pussy lips apart, letting my wetness drip down my thigh as I squeezed my vaginal muscles and let him see that I could milk his cock free of all that come so easily.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me into his lap, rubbing his hands over my huge tits and thrusting against me, whimpering. “Your tight little twat is so pretty, so fucking pink, oh God,” he cried. “My cock wants to be in you so badly, Raven. I’m about to shoot this thick load in my pants, your pussy is so close to my cock, yes!”

I let him slide his finger down the front of my G-string, and he rubbed my clit vigorously while he humped me harder. I closed my eyes and felt his swollen cock stretch from my ass hole to my pussy, and then I was coming so hard, I bit my lip and came in his hands, drenching him with my hot wetness. He gasped, his cock jumped, and I felt the first powerful shot. He massaged my tits harder as each squirt left his swollen head. He kissed my neck and paid me generously for the lap dance I had given him. John comes back to see me twice a week now.