The Club

Cheyenne. A vision in sequins, spinning around a pole, entrancing the fans around the Horseshoe, each vying for the lap dance of their dreams...she is the Shape Of Sin!

I light a smoke at the bar and take a sip from my Jack Daniels before casually looking around the club. My club. Most exclusive joint in town, haunt of high rollers and celebrities and socialites here for one reason. Well, two reasons really. First is the privacy, what happens in the Nightfall stays in the Nightfall, I see to that. And second is the sex. No point mincing words, this is a sex club, featuring the best exotic and erotic performers and escorts in the Northern hemisphere, my Pleasure Crew, who are happy to go all out when the price is right.

Oh, and by the way, about a third of my pleasure crew are men...you'd be surprised at who I've seen sucking cock in this place. Big time ball players and macho linebackers, a world famous golfer who always stops by when he is in town, suave politicians and the most supposedly hetero-beefcake singers don't mind a swing on the homo side when they know they have me watching their back. But yeah, the majority of my pleasure crew are women, the finest assortment you could ever imagine.They dance, they fuck, they blow...whatever the lucky punter wants. There's no holds barred in the Nightfall.

The latest acquisition to my Pleasure Crew is a fine beauty named Cheyenne. She knocked on my door without an appointment, a ballsy move, and asked for an interview straight after getting off the bus from Jersey. I liked her immediately; she had a certain girl next door quality coupled with the ability to move like an absolute sexual panther. I had to have her after watching her perform on stage in her tryout, she was mesmerising. I always think that Salma Hayek snake charming in Dusk Til Dawn is about as sexy as sexy gets, and she had that same presence. I had a thing for this girl, and I think it was reciprocated, generally I don't get involved with my staff, but I was willing to make an exception in Cheyenne's case. I'm not a pushy guy though; bad for business.

So it's Friday night, and naturally the place is pumping. I scan the room and enjoy the sight of attractive people getting down with one another to the trance-like beat the DJ has playing, I thrive on the decadence. I've taken a seat here because Cheyenne is due for her first performance in about twenty minutes, and I wouldn't miss it for the world. Suddenly my cell buzzes, indicating a text message. It's from Cheyenne.

Have some nerves. Mind coming back stage?

No problems. Happy to help.

I walk into the dressing room and find her all but naked sitting on the prep chair in front of the mirrors. She is stunning, so natural in the way she holds herself.

“How's it going beautiful?” I ask.

“Mmm. To be honest, I'm a little nervous. I was hoping you could help me warm up; would you mind rubbing my shoulders?”

Err. Yes.Yes I can do that.

I walk forward and crack my knuckles, given her an indication I am taking this seriously, if she needs help to get loose then I'm the man for the job. In truth, I can't take my eyes of her breasts in the mirror, sweet orbs of joy that hang begging for some attention. Let's call a spade a spade. I want this woman badly.

I start by massaging her shoulders, and she moans and rolls her head in a way that screams pleasure. I work down her arms, captivated by her soft skin. Starting to lose the plot a little, I lean forward to kiss her neck, running my tongue lightly all the way down from just under her ears to her collarbone. I want to devour her, I want to hold her; damn, I'm really down for this girl.

My hands work down her chest and take a firm hold of both breasts, gently kneading and squeezing them, enjoying their natural weight and the way they roll along my fingers. Wanting to get a sense of her, I squeeze her nipples, timid at first, then hard, and she squeals a little squeal that indicates she enjoys a touch of pain in her fun, just the way I like it.

My right hand wanders further down, rubbing her cunt through her thong, feeling the ever increasing moisture working through the sheer fabric. One hand still full of tit, the other a fraction away from her pussy, my lips on her neck. This was the good life.

“Get your fingers in my pussy. NOW!”

Damn, like that attitude. I slide my hand inside the thong and rub straight over her swollen clit with my palm as firstly one, then two, fingers enter her. So wet, so tight, so warm. I start a motion, rocking my hand back and forward, building friction, driving her crazy. I'm still squeezing a nipple with the other hand, and I'm starting to jack up the intensity. She said she need help warming up after all.

Cheyenne is writhing, moaning, little crys escape her lips as I spy her leg muscles convulse in what I take to be a ripping orgasm. Finger fucking is a lot of fun, but I need to taste her now. I swing around the chair and drop down to my knees, virtually tearing her thong aside so I can plunge my tongue into that beautiful pussy. I draw it out, aim a little lower and rim her cute asshole just to see if she digs that, and once she gives a dirty little giggle I get my answer. But for now I am pussy obsessed. I take her engorged clit between lips and suck gently, pulling it out and forward and getting some nice suckling action happening. She bucks and moans; second orgasm. I'm hitting the mark.

I work my fingers up and in once more, sliding one in her tight little bottom and adding another two into her cunt. Taking it nice and slow, still lapping at her clit, I reach up with my other hand and she takes a finger in her mouth, sucking it and running her tongue all around the tip. Immediately my cock lurches in angry jealously and demands some attention. I need to release it before it bursts through my pants.

I stand and pull my hard dick out, and Cheyenne goes straight to work like it is her God given gift. She deep throats, takes it all the way in and makes a little gagging sound, and it feels like the strongest guy on the planet has my shaft in his grip, that's how tight it is. She tickles my balls with her tongue, runs her lips along my shaft, suckles on my tip...this is the greatest blowjob that ever was. I have to clench hard to stop from cumming right there and then. But I need to fuck this girl right now; and with her maiden stage show being less than ten minutes way, I need to work fast.

Cheyenne leans back on the cheetah skin chair and spreads her legs wide. Her sweet pussy beckons, calling me, demanding fulfillment. I take the sight in for a moment, reveling in the sheer beauty of what lays before me. I place the tip of my cock at her entrance and slide ever so slowly inside, marveling at the connection. The friction was almost unbearable, the heat all consuming. I build a rhythm and start to thrust with vigor, gripping her ankles and spreading her legs as wide as I comfortably can. She bucks like a doe in spring...beautiful.

We make eye contact and she puckers her lips in the most sensual way; half like porn star, half like girl who is having the time of her life. I look down and watch my hard cock sliding in and out of her slippery pussy and throw my head back in complete and utter pleasure. She bucks and moans and gyrates her hips up and down against my groin and spills into another pulsating orgasm, her thoughs physically spasming with the sesnation.

Slowly, ever so slowly, I pull my cock out and get down on my knees to once more play with her ass. I would do anything for this girl, and to this girl. I run my tongue along her slit and all the way to her delicious crack before once again working a finger into that tight little pucker. With hips still grinding, I remove my finger and stroke my cock a few more times to make sure it is ready for some more work. We're gonna finish with a bang baby...

Cheyenne flips over and grab a hold of her hips and pull her back towards me, impaling her on my rock hard dick, burying it deep within. With no holding back I start to thrust with everything I've got before she collapses her position and just submits to being fucked in a way I'm sure she's never experienced before. She whimpers sighs of passion and lets fly with a string of dirty talk that would peel the wallpaper from the walls, and it drives me harder, harder and harder again.

She grabs a nearby mirror and slides it between her legs so she can she how sinfully beautiful the sight of cock pouding pussy is. The mood turns more sensual as she starts to finger her clit and run fingers along the shaft of my dick as it slides in and out. Damn, I really like this girl, she is something special.

I slow down to because I can feel my own orgasm buidling, and quickly pull out and turn Cheyenne over once more so I can finish the job looking her in the eye. She senses how close I am and forces my ejection, getting down on her knees and grabbing my cock in both hands and milking the cum right out of me. I loose control momentarily in what is the most explosive orgasm I can remember.

Afterwards, we clean up, I give her a deep kiss and leave her to her preparations.

“How you feeling now baby, you ready to give the crowd a taste of what you just gave me?” I ask, a deep feeling of satisfaction sweeping through me.

“Absolutely.”

That's what I wanted to hear, and I go and take my seat for another round of Cheyenne pleasure.

Cheyenne. A vision in sequins, spinning around a pole, entrancing the fans around the Horseshoe, each vying for the lap dance of their dreams. And one of those fans is Briana's boyfriend, so hopelessly taken by Cheyenne that he can barely look at Briana. Until finally, in a hypnotic fever dream, Briana finds out her secret, right along with you! Obsession has a shape ... the Shape Of Sin!

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