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Twisted Romance (nothingbutporcelain and Shadow_n1n)

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Callie tucked a strand of her long blonde hair behind her ear as she walked into the strip club, immediately heading to the back room so she could get ready for her show. At her high school she had been on the dancing team so she was very experienced with dancing. People probably wouldn't be all that shocked to find out she was now stripping. Everyone at her school knew about how messed up her life was. Ever since she lost her mother things had really gone downhill for her. She was always a bit of a wild child but that was mostly because her father took her virginity when she was young so she never really recovered from that. She was damaged goods. The only place she belonged was now at the strip club. She liked her work because it wasn't all that challenging and she was really good at it but sometimes it felt degrading. When she got to give lap dances to hot, charming men it was lots of fun but it wasn't so much fun when she had to give them to over-weight men who were disgusting. Those kind of men always touched her when she had the no touching rule. Sometimes she was so desperate for money that she'd allow them to touch her for a little extra money and she'd even give them head or let them fuck her if they paid her enough. She knew she was a hooker now but she tried not to think about it. That was why she drank and did so many drugs. They helped her forget how messed up her life really was.

Callie sat in the makeup chair and added lots of black eye liner and mascara, knowing her makeup needed to be very dramatic so all of the guys in the crowd would be able to see it. Her long blonde hair was worn down and in soft curls. She was a very thin girl but luckily she did have some curves. Her stomach was perfectly flat but her chest was some what large. She wasn't huge or anything but it looked good with her thin frame. It would have looked odd if she had huge breasts. Guys would like her because she had more than enough for them to grab but they weren't too huge. Guys had always liked them in the past so she hoped they would like her tonight and tip her a lot. Callie had on a bright red laced, push up bra and a matching g string. On her feet were five inch black stiletto heels that made her impossibly long legs look even longer than they really were. Callie was a fairly short girl, only 5'1" and she was very small in size, probably weighing ninety-five pounds at most. She was very fragile and breakable looking so most guys figured she wouldn't be into rough, wild sex but they were always wrong about her. Callie was completely addicted to rough sex. She could be a real animal in the bedroom.

She took a deep breath before leaving the dressing room. This is what she did every night of the week. It was lots of fun in the beginning but she definitely didn't get the thrill she used to get when first stepping on stage. The guys still loved her, of course. Ever since the first night she worked here the guys loved her. Everyone knew she was the best and got the biggest tips. All the other girls pretty much hated Callie and tried to make her life a living hell because they were so jealous of her. They couldn't take knowing some seventeen year old was better than they were when they'd been doing this for years. So her job definitely wasn't ideal but she really had no other choice. She'd be completely broke without this job.

Callie finally walked onto stage, smirking as the crowd went wild and started screaming out her name. Callie slid her fingers down her seductive curves, moving her hips with the rhythm of the music, sliding alluringly up and down the length of the hard pole and felt how her body was heating. She shivered as desire took over her body and moaned softly. She then climbed her pole till she reached the top and wrapped her legs around it, swaying her silken hair to the rhythm of the music, feeling how her heartbeat was rising up as the cold steel rubbed her inner thighs and turned her on.
 
RE: Twisted Romance (nothingbutporcelain and doom29169)

This place was starting to become a habit for him. At first he thought he'd just blow off steam from work and home one night and took a drive over to the local strip club. Have a few drinks, see a few tits and asses, lose a few good 20's here and there than go home and rub one out while thinking of all the young ones dancing around, while his wife is sleeping in the next room. Sad when you prefer the company of your hand than the one you're married to. But since he was never tight on money and the stress just kept coming at him, it started to become a monthly routine. It's gotten so bad that he's gone from home once a night and his wife got tired of asking where he was going.

Sure it was addicting, but he always told himself there are worst people off, there are worst things that he can be doing, this isn't the lowest he can sink. But the truth is, he just never had the oppurtunities to do worse, to sink lower, or to even become one of those worse off people. Stan Rosen, 37, going on 38 in a few months. Hard worker, husband, father, addict. Wasn't really a bad man, just a man. So as a man he drove up to the strip club as usual at this time of night and parked his car. In his usual jeans and button down dress shirt, a few momento rings over his aged calloused fingers, his wedding ring in the smallest pocket of his jeans. Dress shoes and a fancy watch, Only to let the girls know to spend a little more time with him and he'll make it worth it. His jet black hair styled back, wanted to look somewhat good. The only styled part of his looks really, even had a 5 o'clock shadow from the day that he never bothered to shave off before coming here.

Paying the cover and exchanging his larger bills for some singles and five's he scratches the stuble growing at his chin and takes a good look around the room. Wondering when his favorite one was going on next. Oh how she really knew how to move and she was half of the reason he was there. His dark brown eyes, eager and excited to be back. Maiking sure to get a seat right up front at the stage, his stack of singles placed like always on his right side on the stage edge.
 
RE: Twisted Romance (nothingbutporcelain and doom29169)

Callie was really enjoying herself tonight on stage. The audience was a loud one. They kept screaming at her to take off her clothes and about how she was so hot. She always liked it when they yelled at. It let her know that they were really enjoying her show but then again how could they not enjoy it? She was the best and they all knew that. She was the reason most of them came to the club. They wanted to see her naked and they would pay lots of money in order to make this happen. At least they always knew they were getting their money's worth when they came to see Callie. You never knew what would happen with the other girls. Some of them were terrible dancers. A lot of them were older than Callie so she had that advantage over them. For some reason they would all really wanted to see someone young up on stage. Most of them didn't realize that she was only seventeen years old. Her boss told everyone she was eighteen because he knew he could get in big trouble if he found out anyone let a seventeen year old work here. So they had this little deal where as long as she gave him sex once a month no one would find out how young she was and he would let her keep working here. It worked for her. She loved sex. Her boss wasn't the best looking man in the world but it kept her employed.

Her eyes locked on Stan's when she saw him come up to the front. She smirked at him and licked her lips seductively. She thought he was cute but she was always trying to make eye contact with a bunch of guys in the crowd. She found that eye contact really made guys tip more. They could tell you were paying attention to them and that made them feel special so in return they gave her high tips. Callie did enjoy stripping but she would be lying if she said she didn't care about the money. She was living in a crappy apartment in a terrible neighborhood where she slept with her landlord instead of paying rent so money was definitely really important to her.

She slowly slid her top off and threw it onto the stage. Now all she had on was her tiny mini skirt and red laced push up bra. Underneath the skirt was a matching g string but she wasn't removing that yet. She wanted to take her time and really get the crowd worked up. She usually got more tips when she took her clothes off because guys really started to get desperate. They all wanted to see her naked body so badly. Most of them already knew she looked amazing without any clothes on. Callie had a shaved, tight little pussy and the perkiest and sexiest large breasts you had ever seen. They were always shocked that such a tiny girl could have such amazing breasts but some how she lucked out there.
 
There was his little dancing girl. His dark eyes brightened up a bit as he watched her like he always has. Just remembering all those lap dances he's taken from her, trying to really remember just how her body felt against his gets him a bit hard as he watches her prance around. Good thing he was already sitting, shifting his erection to the side so it won't poke through as much. It was bound to happen but he didn't want her to see him get excited so easily. Such a sexy tight star on her stage of one, he often thought only of her when he was alone in his bathroom rubbing one out before he slept for the night next to his wife, already asleep, but that was now normal.

How he lusted after her. To take him away from his delusions for a moment was the waitress who knew the regular that Stan was all too well. She asked him if he wanted what he usually had and he nodded, eager to turn back his eyes on Callie. He never knew her real name, only by her stage name. He always felt a bit dejected and divided from her because he didn't even know her name, and knew it'd be too much to ask, even for a regular who spends as much as he did.

Pushing those thoughts out of his head he smiles and looked up at the beautiful girl infront of him. Loosely thumbing through his stacks of bills he holds up a five dollar bill and offers it to her. A half smile, coy yet playful, "How's life kid?"

Never sly with the lines, but the money usually speaks for him.
 
Callie always loved being on stage and right now was no exception. She smirked as she stared right at Stan. He had always been one of her favorite customers. He was very cute so that certainly helped a lot. A lot of her customers were old and fat so she had to pretend like they were the most gorgeous people in the world. They wouldn't pay her the big money if she acted like they were as disgusting as they really were. But luckily she never had to act with Stan. She just honestly thought he was very good looking. She would never admit it to him but she loved giving him lap dances. She wasn't even sure if she was doing it for the money anymore. She just loved being around him. He really made her feel good.

She got down from the stage once she saw him flashing the five dollar bill around. By this point she had lost her skirt and was standing in front of him only wearing her red laced push up bra and matching g string. She knew he would love the sight so she was really glad she just happened to take her clothes off before going up to him. She was hoping he would be wanting a lap dance with her tonight because she was really in the mood to give him one.

She smiled as she heard his question. Once again he was making her feel like a real person instead of just a girl taking all her clothes off in a strip club. "It's good, you know how it is.." She giggled softly and moved closer to him, thrusting her slim hip toward her so he could tuck the five dollar bill into her g string. "How are you, honey?" She whispered seductively as she moved her body closer to him. "What are you looking for tonight? A lap dance?" They never did anything more than that. She had sex with a lot of her other clients but some reason never with Stan. She definitely wanted him badly. It was ironic that the one client she actually wanted to have sex with never tried to fuck her. It made her want him even more. Their lap dances always got very sexy. She knew she turned him on a lot.
 
He looked her up and down. How he loved when she came up to him, and how he loved her body. Oh how his heart just lightens when ever she's smiling at him, only him. He loses his senses for a second, than gets snapped back with her hip moving ever so close to him. He than stuffs his five underneath her red string panties and smiles as he looks up to her eyes. "I'm good, everything's good. Nothing's changed since the last time I was here."

At her last question he smiles and grabs his cash and than with a quick reshuffling of his dick in his pants, he pushes off of the stage to scoot his chair back. "Now you know I can never say no to you." He stands up, carefully so his erection doesn't rub too much. One would think it'd go down by now but it only got harder with her so close to him. He loved that he was picked first, a small victory for himself and his pride and his weak heart.

Completely forgetting, and not caring, about his ordered drink he was much too eager to get a private booth with her, like so many times before. "I suppose I'll let you lead, even though I can practically walk there blindfolded", laughing to himself. Thinking to himself that that sounded a bit sad, and his heart felt a weight on it once more. but right now right infront of him was his princess of this place, and right now the brightest part of his life.
 
Callie smiled as she felt his eyes on her looking her up and down. She loved it when he did this. It made her feel so wanted. She really wanted to fuck him but she wasn't going to be the one to suggest it. Plus she liked how things were now. What if they fucked and then he had enough of her and decided to stop coming? She would never admit it to him but she looked forward to his visits. He was the only man here who could make her feel special. He always asked her how she was and acted really interested in her. It might have been fake but it seemed pretty genuine to her. None of the other guys did that. They came here just to look at her and maybe get a lap dance. They didn't care how she was feeling that day. They wanted her naked body touching them regardless of the mood she was in.

"I know.." She said, giggling softly and actually blushing a little. He was the only guy here who could make her blush. She grabbed his hand and began to drag him into one of the private rooms. She could feel eyes on them and she knew all the guys wished they were him right now but he was her favorite client so she always saw him first for as long as he wanted. All the others could wait.

"You can take a seat.." She said, smiling at him once they got in the room and she closed the door behind them. She waited for him to sit and stood in front of him so she could take her clothes off. She always gave her lapdances completely naked. It was a lot more fun that way. Her eyes were locked on his as she slowly removed each strap of her bra, sliding it off and throwing it on the ground. She hooked her thumbs in her g string and inched it down her waist as slowly as possible, moving her hips in small circles as she slid it off.
 
Happily following her he couldn't help but grin everytime he held her hand. It was so soft compared to his overworked hands. Her gentle touch, her silky skin, her slender fingers, every inch of her was an aphrodisiac to his five senses. Step by step they made the way to the room and his heart was jumping when the door closed. He wouldn't be exagerating when he said he was thinking of her the entire day, and just waiting till he can see her like this again. Trying to keep his outside cool he walked over to his seat and casually sat as he rearraged his dick to the side along his pants so it won't be so noticable.

He learned not to wear a belt or keep many things in his pockets while he came here, so what little he had in his pockets he emptied out onto the floor. His keys, his wallet, a few knick knacks from the day, and his pile of singles. In his wallet he kept his wedding ring, and a few condoms for just in case, hoping for the best but expecting the worst.

He kept his palms securely on his knees to keep them from jittering as she undressed. She really was his princess, could torture him and make him cry out if she wanted too, but she knew what he came for and she was sweet enough to not stall too much. He watched her, the entire place could be on fire and he wouldn't look away, it'd just make things brighter in his mind. He took a deep breath and tried to relax as he sat back. "How long do I get tonight?" Wishing for the entire night, but even he couldn't afford it.
 
Callie had a lot of fun stripping for him. It was one of her favorite things to do. She was really glad she only took her top and skirt off in front of the crowd earlier. That way she could take the rest of her clothes off for only Stan. No one else really deserved to see her naked anyways. She wished he was the only one who would see her naked but sadly she knew that wasn't possible. She had a job here so that meant she had to strip for everyone. She could give Stan a lap dance but eventually she would have to go back to the stage and entertain the crowd again. At least she knew she had at least an hour with Stan now but no matter how much time they spent together it never seemed like enough time. Just like him she wished she could stay with him all night.

"Maybe an hour or two. Does that sound good to you?" She smiled at him as she finally got her g string off and threw it onto the ground. Now all she had on was her black five inch stiletto heels and she definitely wasn't planning on taking those off. She knew guys thought they were really sexy. "You know I wish I could spend the whole night with you. Sadly there are other guys who want lap dances too.." She didn't like talking about how Stan paid her money to get her to do this. She really liked him and honestly sometimes she felt really bad about taking his money. It seemed wrong. How could she take his money when she loved giving him lap dances?

She moved closer to him and placed a foot between his legs on the ground and the other on the couch so she could grind against him. She made sure her bare breasts were shoved right in his face as she moved her body in a sexy way. There was no music but Callie had no problem with dancing. She didn't need music to turn him on.
 
"Mmm, two hours with you sounds too good to be true", another corny line, but with a beautiful girl like Callie naked infront of an older man like Stan, thinking of something clever would be too much to ak of his poor over loaded brain. Poor Stan wanted her all to himself. Wanted to hold her, get as naked as she is and just make a mess of the damn booth, wanted to show her what a man can do for her, to her. All these thoughts flash in an instant before her leg catches him off gaurd and than he relaxes into her rythm.

"I guess there's not much I can do about the other guys while you're here to work." Making himself a little hurt by what he said and the fact that this is a job to her. He tries to just enjoy the time he has with her now. She really did eat a good chunk of his time and money, but when he pressed her chest against his face he was lost, and nothing outside of the little room existed. God, she smelled so good. His eyelids fluttered and was half closed. Softness all around his face, times like this he regretted not shaving for her. But it would be much more suspicious if he shaved before leaving the house and his wife for his encounters.

He suddenly got a brave thought. "Uh..", a shakey voice because all of his courage and hopes were going to be crushed if he didn't get the answer he wished for. Knowing in his head that she'd never accept it but his heart was screaming at him to just say it. "Um", clearing his throat, "Than...w-when do you get off of work?" Happy that his face was burried so she couldn't see how nervous his face was.
 
Callie smiled widely at him. She was glad that she could make him happy. She knew two hours wasn't a lot of time but it was better than nothing. She really didn't want to charge him for two hours though. She didn't want him thinking she only spent time with him was because she wanted his money. Honestly she would do this for free if she could but she didn't know how she could suggest that to him. He couldn't come to the club and get free lap dances but she could always do this for him when she wasn't working. The dancers weren't supposed to see their clients out of the strip club but she didn't care about the stupid rules. No one would ever find out anyways. Plus she was the best stripper here so it wasn't like they would fire her for something like that. They wanted her to stay here as long as possible.

She continued to grind against him, loving the way her breasts felt pressing against his face. She eventually sat herself down his lap, wrapping her legs around his waist. If he was naked right now she would definitely feel his cock pressing against her pussy. Right now she really wished he was naked. This would be so much fun if she could really feel him. But if he was naked that would definitely lead to sex. Callie didn't think that would be a bad thing at all. She definitely wanted him badly.

She was shocked when she heard his question about when she got off work. Did he want to see her out of work as much as she wanted to see him? "I get off at midnight. Why?" She had an idea of why he was asking but she didn't want to embarrass herself by suggesting they get together. She would wait to see what he said first.
 
He couldn't help himself and as she rested her perfect tight ass on his lap he let out a little groan. Than he stopped himself, it was too hard now and it was hurting. The thrill of actually asking her that plus her grinding against his dick, it was all a little too much to bear through those denim jeans. He tried to keep himself calm, so he wouldn't ruin his pants or get his hopes up too high. Both were fragile right now. "Uh, well", trying to find his breath, getting harder to breath and the air felt like it was getting shallower and he was panting even harder when he felt her legs around his waist and her weight in his lap.

She was so light, just like always, yet he was always surprised at how light a person could possibly be. He placed the palms of his hands on her thighs, if he put them on her ass right now he'd make a mess of them both, an emberessment he wanted to save himself from till atleast after he's asked her. "I mean, if you're too busy to spend the whole night with me here, we could go somewhere private? I promise to be a gentleman and I wouldn't ask you to do anything that you don't already do for me here. It's just that two hours isn't enough time to get all I want from you...", burying his face into her neck. He finally said it all. He was ready to leave and never come back if she said no. That'd be the end of his life at this place.
 
Callie loved hearing his groan and knowing how badly he wanted her right now. She definitely wanted him just as much as he wanted her but she couldn't let him know. It would be so bad if he found out just how much she liked him. At least she knew it would be wrong but that didn't stop her from wanting to tell him how she felt about him. She wouldn't mind it if he touched her ass right now. She wanted him to touch her all over. There was a general rule that guys couldn't touch a girl when she was giving a lap dance but she hoped he knew that rule didn't apply to him. He could touch her as much as he wanted. She would love every second of it.

She could tell he was having some difficulties talking to her because he was obviously so turned on right now. She was very glad to hear him suggest they go somewhere private to spend time together. That sounded perfect to her. "I know. Of course I want to spend more time with you in a more private place. Maybe I can convince my boss to let me go home a little early." She had the advantage of being the best girl here so that meant she had certain privileges that the other girls didn't have. Hopefully tonight she would get to use some of those privileges. "Two hours definitely isn't enough for me either. I could probably get off in like an hour. Where do you want to go?" She asked him as she moved her lips closer to his so they were just inches apart. She wanted to kiss him so badly but she couldn't. She couldn't make the first move.
 
He was so incredibly happy he wanted to jump out of the seat and run to the nearest hotel with her in his arms. But he just grinned, getting some of his confidence back and it would show. He gripped her thighs a little harder and kneaded them in his hands. He really wanted to test his limits now after the first success. "We can't go to my place, and I don't know if you'd want me in your home, so how about a motel room? There should be a few down the road a few blocks away. We can be there in less than 10." Groaning a bit more as he shifted his weight underneath her which made his dick rub against the jeans and her body.

"Maybe after this I'll drive you there?" If things went well he wouldn't need to drive her back, although he would have to drive and sleep at home. The least of his worries as this beautiful girl wanted to leave with him, for the entire night. His face buried in her neck, breathing in deeply the smell of her hair. She was driving him nuts. He was afraid he really would make a mess on her.
 
She couldn't help but let out a soft moan once she felt him start to grip her thighs. He was really making her want him so badly. She wouldn't mind taking him back to her place but since it was in a really bad neighborhood and so tiny she really didn't want to go there. A motel sounded so much better. She would bring him back to her place some time, just not tonight. She wasn't going to ask him why they couldn't go to his place but she was definitely wondering about this. She was pretty sure he had to be married or he at least had a girlfriend. Why else would he say that they couldn't go back to his place? That was the only explanation that would make sense.

"Sure, that sounds perfect. We should go as soon as possible. I don't want to stay in this place for a second longer when I could be alone with you.." She said, giggling softly. "Should I get off your lap now so I can go talk to my boss? Trust me I don't want to get up but the quicker I talk to him the sooner we can get out of here." She was getting so excited about being alone with him. It was going to be amazing.
 
He really couldn't beleive everything was going so well. Was she just looking for an excuse to get out of the room and get the bouncer to escort him out? Was she just looking to get a little more cash out of him? With his luck in life he was made into a skeptic, but a hopeful skeptic so he wanted to take a chance.

He was a bit hesitant to let her out of his hands though. But he was so close to the beginning of an amazing night. Hesitantly he loosened his grip and groaned as he nodded. "I guess you have to get off me sooner or later, and the quicker your boss let's you out the sooner we can leave right?" He was nervous, excited, panicing almost, in his wildest dreams he never thought this would go so well. He was waiting for the brick wall obstacle but it never came so he was still going at full speed down whatever path it is he just took.

"Where should I wait for you?" A soft whisper into her ear in which his lips were dangerously close to brushing up against her skin. His breath uneven and shallow as ever, tickling the insides of her ear. How he wanted to be with her right there and than, but the room, he has to stay focused until they get to the room, than he can have her all to himself for the entire night. The room, the room, the room. Calming himself as much as possible.
 
Callie really didn't want to get off his lap either but she knew getting off his lap was the only way she could talk to her boss and make sure it was okay for her to leave early tonight. "Yes, you're right. Don't worry I'll come back to you soon. I won't make you wait a long time." She told him before she sadly got off his lap. "You can wait in here. I'll be right back." She gave him a quick kiss on the lips before running out of the room. She went down the hallway to talk to her boss. She asked him for the rest of the night off and luckily for her he said it would be fine. Of course she knew she would have to make it up to him later but she wasn't worried about that right now. She was just so excited about getting to spend some alone time with Stan in a hotel room.

She walked out of her boss' office and headed back to the private room where Stan was waiting for her. She knew he would be pretty happy because she managed to make it back to his room in just five minutes. "He said it was fine. We can leave right now." She smiled widely at him and took his hand, leading him out of the private room. "Let's leave through the back. We don't want to make all those guys angry. They might come chasing after us.." She said, giggling softly as she lead him out the back door. "So are we taking your car or something?" She was still wearing her stripper slutty lingerie. She had a feeling Stan wouldn't mind that she wasn't wearing real clothing.
 
He couldn't help but grumble slightly when she slided off of his lap, but was surprised at the kiss. As far as he knew she didn't do that for any of her other clients. What if he wasn't just another client. He laughed to himself as he was getting way ahead of himself. As if this amazing little girl could fall for an old man like himself. Either way he had her for the night. When she was out of the room he quickly jumped up and once again had to maneuver his dick inside his shorts and pants so it doesn't come poking out. He hurridely picked up his things and pocketed them again. By the time he finished finding everything she was back, surprised that all of his doubts were unfounded.

This was really happening, this was really really happening. "Than let's not waste any more time", all smiles. And there was her hand again, holding onto his like all those other times, but this was different, this time they were going to a much better place. "The back it is than", following after her, his mind was a blank. He still couldn't really understand that all of this was real. Was it really this easy? "Huh? Oh yeah we can take my car. Just give me a sec to clear out the papers in the front", practically running to his car as he worked with his car keys and beeper to quickly unlock all the doors. Opening his door he frantically collects all his work papers and files and flings them in the back.

Than from the back he picks up his spare trench coat for rainy days and comes running back to her offering her his coat. While he loved to see her like that, it'd be hard to walk around in town or in the lobby of the motel like that. "Just for now until we can be alone ok?" Gently wrapping it around her shoulders. He than runs back to the car and opens the door for her, "After you kid"
 
Callie was so excited to be getting out of here with Stan. She knew this was going to turn out to be an amazing night. She couldn't believe that she thought tonight would just be another ordinary night working at the strip club. She had no idea it was going to turn out to be this great. She was so excited to really be alone with Stan. They had been in private rooms just the two of them a lot but it wasn't like they were really alone since they were still in the strip club. Things would be very different here since they would really be alone in the motel room. She was a little curious to see if he would take her to a nice hotel or if he'd take her to a cheap motel. She'd be happy either way but she was probably hoping he would take her somewhere nice but really as long as she was with Stan tonight she would be very happy. And she wasn't planning on making him pay to spend the whole night with her. That would have been experience and it would have felt so wrong since she actually wanted to be with him tonight. She couldn't charge for something she was going to enjoy too.

She followed him out to his car and watched as he cleared off the papers in the front of his car. She was glad when he pulled out the trench coat for her to put on. It probably wouldn't have looked right if she wore the lingerie into the motel. "Okay, thanks." She couldn't stop smiling because she was having so much fun. Stan was really turning out to be the perfect gentleman. Who would have thought that a guy who came to a strip club all the time could be this nice? She got into the car after putting the trench coat on and waited for him to get in as well so they could finally head to the motel. She was already thinking about what she could do to him in the car to make this more enjoyable for him.
 
He jogged from her side after closing the door for her, around the car back to his side. Keys in hand he was ready to speed out of there. Opening his own door he fumbles with the door handle before taking a deep breath and opening it with a steady hand. Sitting inside, still hard he had toonce again readjust his dick so he could sit without hurting himself. Putting the key into the ignition of the car, the same car that he picked out to be the least flashy, just to drive him back and forth from work, dependable, was now the best thing he could've owned at the moment. Revving up the engine the radio started and classic rock would play through the stereo's before Stan lowered them. "Sorry about the old music", as if he didn't have to remind her again of his age.

He turned to her and smiled as best as he could, as he could see how beautiful she really was without all the flashing lights and dim lights. Than always stuck in the back of his mind was his age and faded looks. "Thanks for coming with me kiddo", smiling in earnest as he turned away from her to check his sides, his back, than put the car in reverse to begin their real night togethor. Putting the car in foward they sped out of the parking lot and onto the street towards the hotels and motels.
 
Callie smirked as she lokoed over at Stan as he got into the car. She was planning on making this drive very memorable for him. She'd been dying to see his cock and touch him for so long and she didn't want to wait any longer. She always loved giving head to guys in cars so she thought this would be the perfect opportunity for her to do that for him. He was probably going to be shocked once he realized what she was planning on doing. She didn't know if he was married but if he had a wife she was pretty sure she wouldn't be the kind of woman who would take his cock out of his pants as he drove so she could give him head. But that was good for her since now she was getting the chance to do t hat for him.

"No problem. You really don't need to thank me. I wanted to come with you. If I didn't want to I wouldn't be here with you right now." She smiled widely at him before suddenly reaching over so she could start unbuttoning his pants. "I just need your cock. I'm sorry but I can't wait any longer. I hope you don't mind." She told him with a smirk on her face as she got his pants undone and slid them off along with his boxers. She smirked when she saw his very hard cock pop out of his pants. He looked even more delicious than she thought he would. She began to run her tongue up and down his length, planning on giving him the best head ever.
 
It's a good thing he was the only car on the road at the time, cuz when she touched his pants button he swirved a bit. Surprised to say the least he was in shock to see her as eager as he was. "Uh....", his mind was as filled to the brink of questions, so much that he just stopped thinking. The only thought in his head now that he needed to pull over or he was going to crash. Up the road he spotted the parking lot for a closed store with no lights on in the entire place so he knew that'd be the perfect place to stop by. Swirving in he took a spot than put the car in park.

Now that he stopped and wasn't in danger of crashing anymore he could focus on her tongue and how exposed he was to her. "Hun....are you sure you want to do this? You don't have to if you don't want to", yet inside he wanted nothing more than for her to suck him off and to cum inbetween those two ruby lips of hers. It's been so long since he's felt another human being on him and his dick, least of all a tongue. He sat back and closed his eyes, his hand finding the back of her neck to stroke it lightly. "I, I might come pretty quick"
 
Callie smirked as she felt him swerve the car when she first started taking off his pants. She loved knowing she was having this affect on him. Callie was used to doing dangerous things so she wasn't really worried about him hitting another car. It would be kinda funny if he got pulled over by a cop right now and he had to explain why his pants and boxers were off and why he had a girl between his legs. The cop would probably be jealous of him if he was a guy.

She knew it was smart of him to pull over but she wouldn't have minded it if he kept driving. Obviously Stan was the more sensible one here. She thought it was sweet how he asked her if she wanted to do this. That made her want him even more. He was such a great guy, he deserved this. He'd really been there for her these past few weeks. This was the least she could do to repay him for his kindness. Plus she honestly just wanted him badly.

"Of course I want to. Don't you know how much I want you, Stan?" She asked him with a smirk on her face. "That's fine, I can't wait to taste you. I bet you're yummy." She finally forced his whole cock into her mouth and began bobbing her head up and down as quickly as possible, deep throating him.
 
"MMM!" He was practically going mad now, the girl he's been wanting, with his dick in his mouth in his car parked somewhere he didn't care where. He would've been smiling ear to ear if he wasn't trying his best not to cum so quick. It was torture for him. Her ruby lips pressed up against his skin and her lipstick smearing subtley over his dick. Her tongue rubbing against the sides as her head went up and down. Anymore and he was sure to jizz right there and than.

Glad he was stopped now because he was tensing his legs and they were pressed firmly against the car floor. One hand on the steering wheel and the other on the back of her neck reaching down to rub her back. Her flawless skin felt amazing to the touch. His senses were on fire.
 
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