Short Story Sunday 1/8/2017 (Her Hustle Shorts)

Darnisha: Sunday Night Chronicles

Bars and clubs are always cliché, but it was a Sunday and I was bored. I was also horny and needed some play. Standing in my closet looking from one short dress to the next, I picked the last one. Red. Yoni coverage minimal. Easy access. Fitted. This pretty much covered my entire wardrobe. Granted my job didn’t require professional attire, but it was a profession nonetheless. Finally dressed, taking a once over in the mirror, I grabbed some condoms. Best sex is safe sex. On my way to seek out my first victim…

The valet line was long but the way I was dressed and sauntered up to the booth, they handled my parking fairly quickly. Skipping the line of pretenders to get in, I thought about how that used to be me. The come up was real and I be damned if I ever go back to that. Soon as I walked in, I spotted him at the end of the bar. maneuvering through the crowd, I sat at the opposite end, not in his line of vision but somewhere I knew he could see me. I ordered a drink. Then, things got pretty interesting…

While vibing to the music, I felt a tap on my shoulder. Smiling to myself I turned around. It wasn’t him, but this man was equally gorgeous and arousing. My yoni purred just a little at the sight of his dark skin, blue blazer, suited slacks, and hugging t-shirt. This many was every bit of 6’3 and the epitome of the kind of men I do business with. His swagger was a bit different. “Excuse me miss. Do you mind moving over so my wife can sit down.” My face fell…

After taking a hit to my ego, hell and my pride for that matter, I walked over to the VIP section and took my usual seat. With the exception of the man at the end of the bar, this club was subpar. I finished my drink and closed out my tab. I walked to the restroom to fix my hair before going to the next club. As I washed my hands I felt someone behind me, rubbing their manly hands up my thigh, finding me quite drenched. I looked up in the mirror and it was the man at the end of the bar…

Placing a finger between my slit I gasped, leaning back into his hard chest and even harder erection. His eyes were dark and the mysteriousness behind them made my knees weak. He was bad news but the way he worked his fingers, I didn’t care. He worked me until I reached my peak, throwing my head back against his shoulders, crying out in pleasure…

He turned me around to face him, hovering over me. He glared into my eyes and I couldn’t breathe. He was mesmerizing. I heard his zipper but never took my eyes off of him. I heard the wrapper of a condom but did not notice him ever moving until I felt the head of his staff slowly make its way inside me, stretching me more than I ever had before…

By this time I was also on the counter. He had lifted me when I was lost deep into his eyes. He slowly, aggressively entered and pulled out, making sure I felt every inch of his length and circumference. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on for the intenseness of his rhythm was debilitating. I couldn’t moan, scream or cry out. He pulled my hair back, exposing my neck, licking and sucking the life out of me. I closed my eyes and let myself go…

I was weak when he finally pulled out. Taking my eyes off of him and looking down, I could’ve had a heart attack. He was huge. Now I see why he got me off with his handy work first. He lifted me off the counter and stared down at me. “On your knees.” And as if his words had power over my body, I felt myself getting down on my knees. “Open your mouth.” My mouth obeyed. He worked his way into my mouth. I stared up at him as he gently held the back of my head, and moved his hips back and forth. I could hear the beast in him stirring from his growls. I was immediately turned on. I pleasured myself as he was being pleased with my warm, wet mouth…

I felt him stiffen and grunt deeply, quickly thrusting his hips and going deeper down my throat. I felt the edge of the condom fill with his cum. I released while he was still cumming, my moans mixed with me gagging. He slowed and pulled himself out of my mouth, while lifting me up off of the ground. He kissed me in a way that made me want to give up my ways, our hearts beating together, but I knew he was just a future client…

He stepped back and got on one knee, lifting me onto the counter, putting my legs on his shoulders and assaulted my bulging clit with his tongue. He was messy with it too, sucking, licking, moisturizing his beard and lips with my secretions. I grabbed his head and moved my hips with his movements. I was about to climax and he stopped, looked up at my reaction and flicked his tongue quickly, instantly sending me into a fit of orgasms…

He kept going even after I was done. I hadn’t been this satiated since…since Darnell. He stood up, my juices all over his face and beard. He licked his lips and said, “Darnell sent me.” He threw 3 stacks on the counter, walked out and never looked back.

Fin.

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