Right.

Even with the air on and a steady wind blowing (it is never still this high up) in was to warm to be under the covers. We were both naked. Her body was shaded in contrasts, light from the bathroom, the moon rising over the storm, and shadows – some which were on her skin, some in it.

Damn. If you can't be good, be lucky.

Here I am, an average guy, crappy record at relationships, reasonably ok looking, working and playing hard in sin city. And not getting a lot of ass.

It was not a problem of quantity; there are more women ready to fuck on any given night here than there are in all of the Midwest. No, the problem was quality.

As in the qualities I was missing: No ready trust fund, I work hard for my money. No ready supply of drugs, not unless you count fine tequilas and scotches. And not ready to provide a sweetheart the marriage she needs to stay in the US, and bring over the other 26 members of her immediate family.

So when the guy's were going to hit a strip club known for its loose interpretation of the rules, I was down. Yea, I knew I was going to blow a couple of hundred at least, but for here in Miami, that is what I would have spend by the third date, easy. At least here I could see the good before I spent more than twenty bucks.

More thunder called my attention back to the open door. Lightning in the clouds held it there. Ever looked at a thunderstorm from the same level? I stepped out onto the balcony to take in the view.

The air was not notably cooler, but the wind was starting to whip up and I felt the sweat chill my body. Yea, I am an honest 8", but in this breeze no one would ever believe it.

Well, my guest might. If she trusted her memory. Considering where I picked her up and what I had to drink, I was pretty sure I wanted to stick to my memory for just now.

The place advertised 75 girls dancing. 40 would be more like it. But a real nice selection. Latina (obviously), in flavors like Brazilian, Colombian, and Cuban, black girls from all over the Caribbean and US, good old American girls, and lately some Russians.

Short, tall, "Why is she working" fat, rail thin. Real boobs in all sizes, fakes standing up at a D cup and larger. The girls worked the floor in little and danced in nothing. Only lap dances were given with bottoms on.

This one was just what I liked, petite, natural B cups, dark hair to her shoulders, legal age but not showing any wear just them.

I had seen her on the stage shortly after we got there, but lost track of her after her set. I passed on three or four offers for a lap dance, instead just enjoying the show and the last of happy hour. One of the guys spotted her again before I did.

Actually what he saw was a little blond off to one side of the main stage, working a group of guys up for some lap dances. You had to admire her technique.

Instead of just hanging all over them and offering, she was smiling and lightly rubbing her tits, while my brunette was reaching around from behind her with her hand working in blondie's panties. Not much penetration, but her clit was getting worked over.

Needless to say, they both disappeared under that pack of dogs before half our crew got a look at the side show.

Some time later, not sure when time wise, but I do know it was after I surrendered my keys, she showed up in front of me. I was busy watching this Jamaican girl prove the old saying, "It's all pink on the inside" when I felt a hand on my shoulder and a voice in my ear.

"Glad to see you are still here."

See, I appreciate a professional. She had caught me watching her show and kept track of our group, or she was smooth enough risk that line on someone who may have not been there earlier. Either way she was good. And she smelled sweet.

The wind had dried my skin and thinking about my memory of the girl laying on the bed had me stirring. I'm not an exhibitionist by nature, but being in the open, in plain view of anyone on the beach at 5 AM was kinds cool. Let em look. Besides, I was still power trippin from what had happened.

"Would you like a lap dance?" Fuck yea! Right Now! Who knows how many margaritas I had had, how much snatch I had looked at, but I managed to get out a slightly smoother response.

"I don't like the rules here. To strict."

The rules for the lap dances were actually pretty good. She had to keep her panties on (every girl would pull them aside when the time was right) and no touching the pussy. $20 a song, but after three you could negotiate.

"Buy me a drink. I've had a great night and want to unwind. Then we'll see about the rules."

When I nodded she went to sit down next to me, stopped, looked at my crotch, then smiled and walked around to my left and sat there. It was only then that I realized none of my friends were anywhere to be seen. That thought was quickly lost as she put her hands on my left thigh ( I dress left) and gave my cock a squeeze.

"You are good. What do you want to drink?"

"Zima. And you."

I smiled at the BS and caught the waitress's eye. A few minutes later we both had drinks and hers was half gone.

"Do you want to go to the VIP room? The `rules' are different there."

At $300 a half hour, they damn well better be, but I was not doubling down on that bet.

"I've got my own VIP suite on the beach. It has better drinks, a better view, and no time limits." Besides, unless I was totally trashed, I had been in this place for over six hours and it was now pass 12. And I was already out half my cash for the night.

"But it doesn't have me."

"Funny, you have 100% control over that. You could change that any time you like." She was still tickling my cock, and probably had a real good idea as to all that was in there.

"But I don't want to be the one in control."

That got her 110% of my cock. And she knew it.

"You need to think about the rules, and how you are going to get around them." With that I stood up, took her by the upper arm, and headed for the couches where they give the lap dances. Half way back she pulled me to one side and pointed out a set of sets that I had not noticed before.

`These are best. Less distractions, less attention."

I sat down, and she started her routine.

"Take off you belt. I may want you to spank me but I defiantly don't want the buckle scratching me."

My belt draped over my neck, she shook her hair in my face, looking around in the process. Before I knew it she had her hand in my pants and around my cock, which she proceeded to pull out of my pants leg.

"Not much friction if I left it down there, huh?"

I was not going to disagree. In fact I was not going to do much because she shoved her perky little `Bs' in my face and started to rub her body against my crotch. All I could do was grab that ass and hang on.

Before long she had slid down my body and was starting back up again when she nipped the bulge in my slacks. Ohh, this was going to be good. She kept right on going back up, whispering in my ear as she went, "Lick my nipples!"

When her nipples reached head height I look the left one in my mouth, licking and sucking. She reached down to adjust our contact point (my cock) when it happened.

I honestly think she slipped first, but weather it was cause or effect we will never know. Some how she slipped and pressed on my balls and I bit her nipple. As love bites go it was a bit hard. Not enough to draw blood. Not the hardest I had ever bitten a nipple. But defiantly not the lick she was expecting.

Neither her gasp, almost a whimper, nor her hands flying from my cock to the sides of my head surprised me. But grinding her cunt on my cock and squeezing my head to her did. Suddenly I realized she was coming while dry humping me.

When she finished I let go of her left nipple and tried for her right.

"You hurt me." She rubbed her nipple as she spoke, the crinkled areola hiding my teeth marks.

"And you got off on it." No way I was not calling her on that one.

"Yes. Is that sick or what?"

"Or what. Its only sick if you are not doing something you like. And you did like that."

We both knew it was not a question. "Ever leave here with a customer?"

"Not alone, no."

"Your blond friend, the one you were fingering, does she know how you like it?"

"no"

"Do you want her to see?"

"no" These last two answers had been barely audible over the music. The stone cold professional that had sat down with me before was gone.

"Well we are even. I've never picked up a girl in a strip club before, and I don't want my friends to see us leave. But you are leaving with me." Again, no question was asked or answered. But she had started rocking on my cock again. And this time all the heat was not from friction.

Twenty minutes later we were in a cab. Fifteen later we were taking the tour and had gotten to the bedroom.

And she did want it rough. Her only stipulation, no anal. "I can't imagine that it can feel good." Funny words from a girl that got off once already on pain.

I am not a sadist, per say. What I am is a control freak that wants to be in control of a woman's pleasure, however she gets it. And this was not my first experience with a woman that needed it to hurt so good. It was not the time to break out the toys; this was a bed, two people and all their parts.

That squall line was coming in fast. The lightning was more frequent, and the thunder followed more closely. It would soon cover the full moon, although the false dawn was also climbing the sky.

"I am so sore. How am I going to work with these marks?" She caught me off guard. She was sitting up in the bed now, her skin shining still from the sweat we had made. Some of the shadows had moved, others had stayed, maybe grown darker.

"That didn't sound like complaints I heard earlier…."

FUCK! I had no idea what her name was. I mean normally I am bad with names, but I am not even sure I got hers.

She took my silence for something else and rushed to add, "You didn't let me finish. I am so sore and I have never cumm so hard or so many times before."

"Why is that?" How the fuck was I going to get her name? "Look at me, you practically twisted by boobs off, my nipples, look, you made my nipples bleed. I know I am limber but I have never had my legs pushed so wide or far back before."

This time it had to be a question, because she was right, it had been rough and no one would take my word over that evidence, "And you liked it all?" My earlier erection had started back down at this point.

"Yes." She was not making eye contact again. " That and, and being called names."

"Is that right?" I had nothing to loose at this point, right?

"yes" She no sooner spoke than a near simultaneous flash and thunder hit.

"And you need more, right? You expect me to fuck that cunt and make you cum again, right?"

"yes" Again, thunder and lightening accompanied her confession.

"Well is that pussy wet or dry? I can't fuck a dry pussy."

She got the idea and slid her hand into that well used and filled slit. "A little."

"That won't work. Come here to me." I stepped back onto the balcony and took one of the chairs there and placed it with the back to the railing.

She hesitated at the door, then stepped out when I gave her a warning look. I grabbed the railing with my right hand, placed my right leg on the chair, and informed her that if she wanted to fuck again she was going to have to lick me clean from my ass to the tip of my cock.

She started with the head of my cock and worked her way back, licking off the dried remains of my cum and her cunt juices. "That's a good little bitch, go ahead, you can play with your cunt."

She responded with vigor and was soon making long swipes from my asshole to my balls while she spread the quickly flowing juices out from her hole and around her clit.

"Do you like storms?" She seemed taken back, confused by my question. I pointed at the clouds, now flickering almost continuously and she nodded. "Then get up here and watch."

I placed her knees on the chair and had her grab the rails. It took her no time to figure out that I was going to fuck her here, in view of the beach and in the face of the storm.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, as hard as you can.!" She shifted her weight, freeing one hand to grab her bruised and sore tits. As I slid home she pulled hard, harder than I would have on her left nipple. As my pubic bone crashed into her ass, she slid forward scrapping her tender tits on the brick railing.

Another moan escaped her, followed by a slow building chant, `fuck me, fuck me, Fuck Me, Fuck ME, FUCK ME!!!" With each repetition I slammed in a hard as I could, until she grabbed the wall with both hands and reared back upright against me, limiting my ability to thrust.

I wrapped my arms around her, crossing them and taking each of her tits in hand. She screamed again, this time because she had scrapped her nipple on the wall and now I was twisting it. Releasing her nipple and grabbing the whole tit instead, she started thrusting back on my cock again. Acting just on instinct I pinched her left nipple again, then placed my fingers in her mouth.

Her mouth seemed confused at first, even as she was thrusting back on my cock, but then she realized what I was doing and began to eagerly suck my fingers clean. When I took it out she grunted "More" so I again squeezed her nipple, drawing out more of her blood, and again I fed it to her.

"Ohghh, I need more, fuck me more, take me more, make me your slut whore bitch!!"

The thunderstorm was right on us now, the rain had started, the lighting was flashing, the thunder was so loud you could not tell where the sound ended and the trembling in you body began. The gushing of her cunt, our sweat, the rain all mixed so that we were now sliding against each other with almost no friction.

"Mine" Thrust. "You are MINE" Thrust. "My Whore" Thrust. "Slut" Thrust

I was drunk with the power, the control this little minx had given me! She was mine! My thing! My fuck toy!

Then the thunder spoke again, and I heard. The lightning flashed and I saw. I was MASTER, all the power was MINE. MY WILL BE DONE!!!

I grabbed the back her head and pressed her down again, down on the railing on top of the wall. This time her tits when straight down on the wall, not dragging. I had no idea if her eyes were open when I pushed her, when her head and shoulders where placed over the edge looking 14 floors down at a pool and deck. I will never know at what point she realized how far down it was.

What I do know is that at that very moment when the momentum was the greatest, my cock slipped from her cunt and on the next thrust went up her ass.

Again she screamed, and again the thunder, MY THUNDER spoke, drowning her protests. "No, NOT there, get it out, get it out!"

I had the power, the storm was mine, she was mine, she wanted it to hurt and I had called in my storm to make her feel what she wanted, what she needed.

She had nowhere to go, and no time to get there. I was thrusting in her ass, yelling in her ear, "My cunt, my bitch, my whore."

Before she could escape my invasion of her ass her body betrayed her. Legs that had supported and balances her body gave out to spasms. Arms that had held he body in check on the wall collapsed, no longer holding her back.

In the pounding rain the full length of my cock traveled in and out of her ass. Any more sounds she may have made where lost in the now raging storm. But her body spoke. And it moved.

When her limp arm lifted her hand to her cunt, her body said "I like this!"

When her fingers began to massage her clit, her body said, "I want this!"

When I felt her fingers slide into her cunt, when her knuckles were massaging the bottom of my cock from inside her cunt, her body said. "I need this!"

When I felt her begin to shake, when I could see her eyes rolled back and her mouth moving in the drowned screams of her orgasm, I came. No porn start stuff here, this was a primal, bury your cock to the hilt and explode orgasm.

My cock slipped free of her now spread ass as she turned and collapsed in the chair, still oblivious to the storm. I stumbled backwards, into the bedroom till my bed caught the back of my knees and I collapsed there.

I could still feel the power, but it was fading. Like the storm my power had risen and burned it self out. Even as she dragged her self into the room, towards me, crawling on the floor, I felt it going.

I took her head in my hands and looked at her contented face and her glazed eyes. She smiled at me, a smile of contentment, of rightness.

"How can I strip when I am so beat up?" Her question was totally reasonable, and totally out of place now.

With the last of my power I looked her in the eye and told her, "You need to suck my cock clean again."

As my slut did her work, an old saying came to my mind: "You break it, you buy it." But I think she was fixed.

Still, what the fuck is her name?

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Finally, the bus arrives and she gets on. Looking for a lone seat she finds one in the middle of the bus. Reaching up she tries to open her window as the bus pulls away. "God damn window is stuck!" she whispers as she struggles with it trying to open it. Finally, sitting down in disgust. Sitting in the hot muggy bus she rides along the bus swaying causing her nipples to rub against her bra. Unable to take it any longer, she looks around to make sure no one is looking and she quickly removes her bra. Sticking it in her purse. She leans back into the seat and starts to think of HIM. How his strong hands will feel upon her skin. His hot body as she watches him as he swims in the pool at his house. Seeing his muscles ripple as he pulls his body through the water as he swims over to her. He pulls himself from the pool his body dripping and glistening in the sun. He…

"Excuse me can I sit here?" Looking up she sees a construction worker looking down upon her motioning to the seat. She reaches over and moves her purse and turns away from him with a scowl upon her face. "I have to sit next to a smelly CONSTRUCTION WORKER! Will this day never end?" She silently fumes as he sits beside her. "It sure is HOT isn't it ma'am?" He asks. She simply ignores him trying to lose herself in her fantasy again. "Can I open that window ma'am?" He asks she looks at him he stands towering above her reaching out his very strong arms and wrestles the window down. The blast of air hits her flowing over her skin rubbing her shirt against her screaming nipples. She moans as she looks at him and sees his eyes looking down following his eyes down she sees her purse has opened and he is staring at her lacy silk bra. She blushes in shame and turns away from him looking out the window. As he sits again beside her.

Riding in silence for a while the wind billowing through the window against her flushed skin. "Hey look at that new mall." He says as he reaches across her to point out the window. His thickly muscled forearm in front of her chest just barely touching her shirt. "Oooh" she moans as the bus sways and her nipples rub against his arm. "Um HUH" she tries to reply as he pulls his arm back. Pressing his arm lightly against her chest he starts to draw his arm back. Trying to concentrate she bites her lip as his arm scrapes over her nipples. "Ohhh" she gasps as his hand touches her breast. He stops as his wrist touches her nipple. She looks down and sees him turn his wrist so his palm is toward her chest. Looking at him he looks into her eyes as he starts to move his hand over her breast. The hard palm of his hand against her shirt pulling the material against her.

"Oh God!" she moans as she sees him smile at her. Just a soft smile upon his lips like he knows he is going to please her. As his curled fingers touch her breast she can feel her heart beating wildly against her chest. His strong fingers sliding over her flesh. Gliding upward over her skin finally his finger tips are touching her nipple he so lightly pinches her hard protrusion between his thick long fingers and then side off. "No" she lightly gasps, barely aware of her own actions she presses her chest forward. She turns her head and looks at him. His deep brown eyes looking beyond her eyes all the way to her soul. Searching inside her finding her deepest desires. She feels his arm move away from her chest and she looks down to see him opening the button to her top. Wanting to stop him she is powerless as she looks into his pleading eyes.

"Ohhh" she moans as she feels the first touch of his finger tips upon her skin. It send electric shocks down between her legs. His fingers slide up her chest to stroke her neck and then glide back down the valley between her breasts. His touch so light the skin puckers in goose bumps. His hands lightly stroking the flesh of her breast. He starts to caress her breast. Just his finger tips brushing against her. As his fingers finally touch her bare nipple she lets go closing her eyes she leans her head back. "Ohh Oooohhh OOOH" she groans as his fingers pinch upon her sensitive nipples. He works his fingers like a small mouth upon her sucking her hard little bud. She feels the pure lust heat coming from her pussy. Rubbing her legs together she can feel the wet lips sliding against each other.

She feels the air change around her breasts and she looks down as he has pulled her top open exposing her breast to his eyes. He pulls his fingers away from her chest and as she looks at him his eyes are staring into her eyes. He smiles at her as his fingers lightly touch her thigh. She shudders as she feels his touch looking into his eyes, begging her to let him please her. Surrendering to him she leans back and opens up to his touch. "Yessss" she whispers as she parts her legs and feels his fingers sliding over her stockings between her thighs. His fingers brushing against her sensitive flesh. As she spreads her legs more giving him full access to her most intimate areas he smiles at her display of pure lust. He slowly strokes his finger up her thigh. Feeling the soft touch of his fingers against the silkiness of her stockings sending jolts of pure pleasure through her body. She closes her eyes and enjoys the sensations. As his fingers touch the top of her stockings. she shudders as his fingers make contact with the smooth skin of her leg.

"Oh GOD!" she moans loudly as her eyes fly open feeling his mouth upon her nipple. His hot mouth sucking her hard nub into his mouth. She relishes the feeling of his soft smooth lips against her. Her arms come up and encircle his head pulling his mouth against her. His fingers stroking her inner thigh not moving just brushing against the sensitive flesh. "Uhhh" she starts to moan and reaches down to his wrist sticking out of her skirt and pulling she tries to move his hand to her dripping sex. His strong arm does not move. She finally begs him. "Pleassseeeee." and as the final sound escapes her lips his fingers slide up and touches her. Roughly pulling aside her panties his finger finally touches her lips. He lightly brushes his finger over her swollen pussy lips as he lightly bites upon her nipple.

"Please Please Please…" She hears herself whimpering as he pulls away from her breast and gets so close to her face she can feel his breath upon her lips as he stares into her eyes. As she rises to meet his lips he kisses her full of pure desire. As his tongue enters her mouth she feels his finger pierce her inner sanctum. As he slides deep inside her she moans onto his tongue. Opening her mouth his tongue devours her. "Oh god I am going to…" she mumbles into his tongue. His finger sliding in and out of her. Feeling the tightening in her stomach she starts to clench his hand between her legs. Knowing her release is emanate he slides his finger out of her pussy and rubs his fingers around her clit. Around and around as she climbs to the peak. "Cumming" is all she can gasp into his mouth as she feels his fingers lightly pinching her clit and feels her body contracting in orgasm. As she starts coming shots of pure white flying behind her eyes feeling the pent up sexuality released. She sobs in release as he holds her to his chest. His arms around her, surrounding her, protecting her. She sobs deep into his strong chest.

"It is ok." he whispers as he strokes her hair. Pulling out his handkerchief he gives it to her as he disengages himself from her and stands. "Well, this is my stop. I had to leave my car at the dealer." handing her his business card. "Call me, Please" He whispers to her as he kisses her deeply one more time before he turns to get off the bus. Watching him walk away she sees him enter the Porsche dealership. Looking down at the business card she reads his title "President – International affairs" Smiling she tucks the business card into her purse. "What a great day!" she smiles to herself as she buttons up her blouse.

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