Champagne Room

As soon as they got inside the champagne room, Tony was surprised to find the stripper’s arm going around his neck, her lips kissing his, and her free hand popping open his belt buckle. His body stiffened and he pulled back.

“What’s the matter?” she pouted at him. “Hasn’t anyone ever done that to you before?”

“Not in a strip club. Aren’t there rules about not touching the dancers?”

“Only about you touching us,” she laughed good-naturedly. “We can touch you all we want.”

She walked over to the stereo and twisted the dials until something to her liking—something slow and sensuous—filled the room. The walls were soundproofed. They didn’t hear the din of the rest of the club, only this rhythmic pulse that seemed to drive her to its beat.

Her hips swayed. Her big, juicy ass jumped around and her small, tight breasts flowed with her undulations, as if throwing out her pierced nipples to catch what little there was of the dimmed lights. She looked like a cross between a belly dancer and a porn star making love to the Invisible Man.

“What’s your name?” Tony asked.

“Destiny,” she cooed.

“Your real name.” He reached into his jacket and plucked a bill from his roll. When his hand came out, he flashed a Benjamin at her. “It’s worth good money to me.”

“I’ve heard of you, Tony Stark,” she simpered. “You’re a smart guy. You could probably figure it out.”

“I’d hate to violate your privacy.”

“Yeah, right.” She thrust her hips at him, her hands at her groin, thumbs in the waistband of her skirt. She tugged it outward and Tony laid the hundred out where it would be caught when she let her tight skirt snap back into place. She ran a hand up the crisp dollar bill, her taut abs, all the way to the sweet little mounds of her breasts. “May. But I’d better not let you put any more money in my clothes before I get started.”

She gyrated and whirled around him, wiggling her hips in time to the music. Slowly she brought her right hand up to her cheek, caressing it softly, playing out the movement until her hand was behind her head, her left arm held straight out in front of her. She shook her shoulders, making her breasts jiggle lewdly inside her flimsy, translucent blouse.

As she weaved her hips around, her body moving like a snake’s, she approached Tony. With a slow rhythm she swayed in front of him, the reverberations going through her body until they moved her hands, moved them to his hands. She took them and cupped them against her breasts, petting his wrists and forearms as he held her nice pert tits.

Then she put her hands behind her head and moved her body like a burlesque queen, every curve she had quaking and shimmying except for the breasts Tony gripped in his hands. It aroused him enormously, except for the fact that she still had her top on, its sheer gauze separating him from the unadulterated feel of her magnificent breasts. So he moved to open the top button.

May smiled and twisted around, turning her back on him to shimmy on the front of his body like he was her stripper pole. Her ass rubbed against his groin, while her shoulders backed into his chest. Her arms went behind her, clinging to him, going loosely around his neck like a feather boa, as her hips thrust and rolled in the other direction, like she was acting out the coitus he’d like to have with her, just away from the pounding erection that was the missing ingredient.

Tony still thrilled when she pulled her hips back, her creamy ass massaging his bulging cock inside his pants. He fumbled more with the buttons of her blouse and got it open. Her breasts fell out into his hands and he kneaded them with satisfaction. They were soft and voluptuous, filling his hands as pleasurably as could be. Even the silver studs through her nipples seemed to tantalize his grip, sharp sparks flying through the warm languor of his caresses.

“And what’s a beautiful woman like you doing in a nasty place like this, May?” Tony asked.

“Trying to meet nasty guys,” she responded, still playing out her incredible dance.

“I’ll bet!” Tony wheezed, punctuating the second word by clapping his hips against her ass. “Another hundred for a straight answer.”

His swollen cock strained at the seams of his pants, but somehow, he liked the denial, the reluctance or resistance or just the wait. The anticipation, really. He’d always found delayed gratification underrated—it wasn’t nearly as annoying once you got to the gratification.

“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” she giggled. “Let’s just say I’m a single mother and my kid needs school supplies. And either you need me to step it up a notch or they’ve got it all wrong calling you Iron Man…”

She took off her blouse and looped the fabric around his neck to playfully lead him over to the bed—the one big difference between this private room and the booths out in the club. There, she bumped her legs against the mattress, teetered as if about to fall over, then recovered her poise and put her hands behind her head, holding them there as she went into a series of dance move that could drive any man out of his mind.

Once she heard Tony panting, he was breathing so hard, she unzipped her skirt. Then she eased it, inch by inch, down her twitching hips until it was at her ankles, leaving her ass circling in the air. She wore only a thong, a slender thread of fabric devoured between the cheeks of her juicy ass.

Tony wanted to get his hands on that ass, but May stayed just out of reach. She twisted around, her legs continuously bumping against the bed as if to pull Tony’s mind to it, until the music had brought her full circle and she was facing Tony.

Tony felt his mouth go dry as he stared at those beautiful tits, matured and proud but not having lost any of their luster. Her fine, flat belly undulated as sensually as a gypsy’s. Slowly, ever so slowly, she let the music’s gyrations carry her back towards Tony. He could see the curly hairs of her pussy lining the crotch of her thong, as though reaching for freedom. He could see the shape of her cuntlips through her panties too. It looked just right for him to park his hard cock in.

May stepped up the tempo of her rocking hips and pressed herself to Tony’s body. He felt her heat, her wetness, right through her panties and his suit. It seemed like she was masturbating herself right against his leg.

“And now, since it’s just the two of us, how about we let this little guy out for some air?” May reached down to his groin and unzipped his fly. His erection popped straight out—he barely had to move—and it stood in the open air, ready for action. “Now, I can’t do anything with that other than take it out, but I’ll tell you what you can do. You can help me take off my panties.”

She sank down onto the bed, scissoring her legs in the air before she brought them down, a bridge leading off the mattress to him, straight like a runway for her panties to fly down. But Tony didn’t take hold of them. He bent over May and brought his face to her groin, testing May, daring her to stop him.

He breathed on her cunt, inhaled it through the fine mesh of her panties. It was wonderful, beautiful, glorious. He was gagging for it. But even her wet MILF cunt couldn’t tame him, or rather, make him untamed. He was in complete control—such as it was—as he bit down on the crotch of her panties and, with a sharp jerk of his head, ripped it down her thighs!

May squealed with delight. She had lost a lot of panties at this point. Usually, men ripped them right off her. Trust Tony Stark to be a lot more clever, and at the same time, a lot naughtier. But she knew that meant he wasn’t where she wanted him. She wanted to drive him crazy. She loved driving men crazy. Making them so hot, they didn’t care about anything except getting their cocks into a hot pussy.

Tony was a handsome enough guy. She’d love to work him into a frenzy, get his hot panting breath on her neck while he fucked in that fast, mindless way men fucked when all they cared about was sating a need. But knowing how rich he was, there was no telling how much he’d pay for that need to be quenched. To fuck her like an animal with its mate, madly pumping into her, turning and twisting until he could get off, feeling some pleasure but mostly the anguish of waiting on his orgasm with his balls swollen almost to the point of exploding.

Tony got her panties down around her knees and abandoned the mouth gimmick, using his hands to pull them the rest of the way off, while he looked up and saw her pussy. That did it. She could see it in his eyes, he was boiling with desire. May could almost feel his body temperature raise as he hovered over her.

That’s better, she thought smugly. Now let’s see you fuck, Tony. Let’s see you pay.

“Five thousand dollars,” he moaned, looming over her, his cock flexing out from his open fly.

“For what, baby?” she teased. “I’ve already got my clothes off.”

His balls hung heavy and hard in his scrotum, throbbing with anticipation. “Five thousand dollars to fuck you.”

May bit her lip. She was getting tired of waiting. She wanted to see this stud perform almost as much as she wanted his money.

“To stick your cock in me?” she breathed, arousal dripping from every word. “To put your cum in me too… all the way up my cunt?”

“That’s right,” Tony said with a wicked smile, thinking May was just where he wanted her. He didn’t even care that he had to pay for it. He couldn’t stand to wait long enough to charm her into fucking. He just wanted to bang her. To use her like the whore she was. She was a beautiful woman, but right then he wanted a whore. “Let me hear you beg for my big cock. Tell me how badly you want it.”

“Oh Tony baby, I will, baby, but please, please—ten thousand.”

“Ten thousand?” Tony repeated, shocked that she’d walled him in like this when he was all but mid-thrust.

“Ohh, I’m on fire, Tony, I’m burning up! Give me your big hose! Put out my fire!”

Tony gasped for breath. He was as hot as she was. His erection throbbed in need of the moment when it would plunge into her and piston them both to the final fulfillment of their maddening lust.

“Ten thousand, okay, okay.”

“Please, Tony, PLEASE!”

She was pure sex, Tony thought, pulling out a fistful of bills at random and throwing them into the air. All he could see, all he could think about, was May’s sleek, desirable body stretched out on the bed, waiting for him like a sacrifice on a pagan altar. Even the slutty outfit she’d had on to show off her body didn’t do her justice. Only nudity could display her to perfection.

Tony groaned and moved to come down on her but May beat him to it, sitting up, then slipping down off the bed, down onto her knees. He could only look at her kneeling before him as she pressed herself to his legs, flattening her full breasts on his thighs, hungrily wrapping her fingers around his swollen cock.

“I’m so glad you paid—I love big pricks like this.” She tightened both hands on his burning erection and milked it, whimpering as her hands twisted back and forth, ran up and down, tantalizing his precum out of his glanshole. “Oh shit, your precum’s already here. Does it want to be good and tasty for me…”

Tony watched her stick out her tongue and trace it around his knob, lapping away the precum that trickled out from his tip. Then she took a deep breath and dove down onto his shaft, cramming fully half of it into her mouth.

To her, he tasted salty, with a fleshy heat pervading her senses. May was seized, as she frequently and happily was, by the satisfaction she felt when her lips were wrapped around a big dick. She gurgled and drew in her cheeks, sucking as hard as she could at his fiercely hard erection.

Then she really sucked him, pistoning her mouth up and down on his shaft as she slurped it. Tony shuddered, reaching into her long dark hair and curling his fingers possessively. He needn’t have bothered. May was fucking her own face on his stiff prick as hard as he could ever try and make her.

“Unggh! Ooh, May! You’d better quit, baby! Fuck, you’ve already got me ready to come!”

May ignored him. As much as she loved to suck cock—and, yes, as much as she loved to fuck—she couldn’t let it get that far. She was a stripper, not a whore. She had to be sure that all Tony got was her mouth and the sight of her naked flesh, not anything else. So she sucked his delicious cock, coaxing up the seed from his bloated balls. Her pussy was wet, begging to be fucked, but she made herself want the hot shower of his jizz even more.

“UNNGGGG!” The precum ran freely from Tony’s cockhead, his balls tightening. “I can’t hold it!” He pulled at her hair. “GGGH, SHIT, HERE IT COMES!”

His seeping knob swelled out like a bellows, so thick and full that May nearly gagged on. She swirled her tongue madly on his crown. She couldn’t let him back down now when they were almost at the finish. Then he burst, rewarding her efforts with spurt after spurt of his hotly gushing seed.

“AHHHHH!” As his balls clenched and emptied themselves, Tony held on tightly to May’s head, rocking his hips to shove his spurting cock madly in and out of her throat. “Take my cock, baby! Take all of my cum!”

He didn’t have to ask. There was no taste May craved more than the sticky bittersweet of cum. As it rushed through his shaft, she jacked him off with a steady pump of her hand, making sure every drop of cum made its way out of his bellend.

“Hhhh!” Tony stared at his wet, pulsing erection as he pulled it free of May’s mouth. “Oh shit, that was the best blowjob I’ve ever had in my life.”

“And the most expensive,” May tittered.