Lynn Richards - Sex by the Numbers

For even though it was a Mandingo club where supposedly the women were there to do the choosing, it was, unfortunately, the men who chose. He was just damn glad he’d chosen Emily before another jerk had tried to hit on her.

The dance floor was crowded and Emily was glad since the limited space meant that her body was glued to Eric’s. He was big and warm, and very aroused if the length of his dick pressing against her stomach was any indicator. She really wanted this man and she didn’t want to screw up her chance of having him. But she’d never been sophisticated and said the first thing that came to her mind.

“So, do you come here often?” Emily winched as the words left her mouth. “That sounded like a really lame pick up line didn’t it?”

“Yeah, but it was cute.” His baby blue gaze twinkled down at her. “Just like you.”

Emily shook here head, denying his statement. “I’m not cute. Passable, yeah, but not cute.”

“Says who?”

“Just about every man that’s been in my life.” Why had she told him that? Maybe that last drink had been a mistake.

Eric pulled her closer, loving the feel of her soft stomach against his aching arousal. He deliberately rotated his hips into her softness, enjoying the way her lips parted at the intimate contact. “You mean the dumb asses in your past who never made you come?”

Emily gasped. “What?”

How did he know the few times she’d hooked up with someone the sex had been all one-sided? That’d she’d had to finish for herself?

Just as he’d thought. He smiled down at her, making up his mind that he’d just have to take her. He’d warred with himself since meeting her because her innocence shone like a beacon. But the image of her in a school girl uniform had put him over the edge. “A good hard pounding of your pussy will do wonders for your self-esteem, honey. And I’m just the man to do it.”

Emily tingled at the roughly spoken erotic words. Still, her sense of self-preservation wouldn’t let her grab what she wanted without a fight. “Why would you say that? You don’t know…”

Eric bent his head and nipped her bottom lip with his teeth, stopping her tirade. “Honey, if you’d had an orgasm with a man’s cock buried deep inside your steaming cunt, you wouldn’t doubt your beauty.”

She couldn’t breathe. This was all foreign to her and when faced with overwhelming feelings she did what she had always done. Retreated. Or tried to. “Maybe we should go back to the table.”

“Don’t be afraid, Emily.” Eric shook her slightly, forcing her eyes to his. “You came out tonight, to this particular place, for a reason.” He moved her deftly as another couple danced a little too close. “What did you come here for, baby? Tell me.” His breath whispered against her lips as his tongue stroked the place he nipped. He wanted her to say the words. He did not want to come out and say be fucked by a big dick, but that was the ultimate goal of most of the women in here.

Not that he was complaining After all, he had a big dick. And he certainly wanted to fuck her.

Again.

And again.

And again.

He couldn’t wait any longer. She was trembling like a leaf in the wind and he knew what she wanted even if she couldn’t say it. He steered her off the dance floor and through a doorway. The club had small alcoves — about the size of a walk-in closet — along the left hand side. Some of the small rooms had curtains pulled across the entrance indicating that a few of the ladies had decided to check out the merchandise before buying. Eric led her to one that was empty and propelled her inside. With an experienced flick of his wrist, he pulled the red velvet curtain across the opening, closing them inside.

Emily bit her lip as she watched him. She was so out of her element. And she was still slightly drunk. Which felt really good? She frowned. She should probably be writing these sensations down. The whole point of any new experience according to her psychology professors — and this certainly qualified — was to learn from it and use it to connect to future patients who might exhibit the same type of behavior.

“Why are you frowning, beautiful?” He drew a finger lightly across her forehead, smoothing away the lines.

“I’m not beautiful.”

“Yes, you are.” He spoke quietly but firmly, stating a fact. “And I’m going to prove it to you, baby.”

With his eyes on hers, he slowly unzipped his pants, revealing snug maroon boxer briefs. The cotton fabric held his straining dick against his stomach. At least it tried. The tip of his monster penis rose above the elastic edge so engorged with blood that the bulbous head was almost as dark as the fabric, He stood with his hands to his sides, seemingly at ease. But Emily could see a muscle twitch at the side of his mouth as he fought for control.

“Touch me, Emily.” His voice was deep and husky, lending to the feeling that they were alone and not mere feet away from other couples probably doing a lot more than looking too.

Suddenly, she felt very overwhelmed. Dear God what was she doing here?

Let your diva out to play, girl. The inner voice quieted her fear.

While Emily had been sheltered in her upbringing, she was a bright girl. When she wanted to learn about something, she took the bull by the horns and plunged ahead. And in her early teens, she’d wanted to know about sex. All about sex.

Unfortunately, she’d had no one to “plunge” ahead with.

And now opportunity was literally in front of her. She wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.

As the fear seeped away, the sensations of being alone with a partially naked man that she really wanted to fuck took over. She’d never felt so electrically connected to another human being. She looked at the thick cock jutting proudly upward, begging for attention. Emily’s mouth literally watered. The man before her was so handsome. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes dark with desire.

His body hard and hers for the taking.

“Touch me, baby.”

Needing no further urging, she moved closer, her breasts almost touching his chest. Her stomach did touch his dick.

“Is this what you want?” She grinned wickedly, moving her hips lightly from side to side, creating a tiny bit of friction.

“You know what I want.” Eric’s mouth quirked upward and his blood quickened as he realized she’d let go of her doubts and was as much into this as he. “But we’ll start with a blow job.” He watched her eyes widen. “Have you ever given a blow job before, honey?”

“No.” She looked at his massive cock and licked her lips. “But I’m willing to learn.”

Eric groaned. This was going to be so good. “Get on your knees.”

His hand touched her head as she complied with his demand. He freed his cock. “Now imagine me in your pussy, honey. Make a canal for me with your hands, wrap them around my dick nice and firm and move ‘em up and down like this.”

He placed his hands over hers, showing her how to please him. “Yeah, that’s it.” His hips bucked at the feel of her soft hands against his hard length. “Now put your mouth around the tip and suck me.”

When those pouty lips touched him, Eric thought he was going to lose his load before she even got started. He’d fantasized about this from the first moment he’d seen her. When her tongue stroked his length, he groaned. The sensations as she alternately sucked, licked and squeezed his throbbing dick weakened his knees. Just when he thought it couldn’t get any better, she moved her hands to his thighs and deep throated him, taking most of his length. His balls slapped her chin.

“Shit honey, you’re killing me here.” He pumped into her mouth a few more times. “Use your hands again.”