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Excerpt from Macy Gets It Big (the first book in the Pain Sluts series)—a free erotic e-book by AJ Armstrong:
Macy is searching a strip bar for the man who is the right fit for her sexual desires:
The room was dimly lit, but still I could see all the velvet red couches in the shapes of seashells, the black end tables that offered ashtrays and a safe place to put your drink. There were about six or so sofas, but only one was being used by a man in khakis and, presumably, one of the dancers, who was grinding against his crotch wearing only lace panties, black fishnets, and a garter to hold them up. The look of pure ecstasy on his face as she rubbed her tits against him made me want a turn beneath her, but Daddy Darren reclaimed my attention by pressing his lips to my ear and asking softly, “Would you like to have a seat with me?”
I followed him to the sofa right next to where the woman was grinding the man in tan into putty. I liked how he kept his hands at his sides as she dominated him with her body, making him whine and moan. I took a seat next to Darren, enjoying the feel of velvet beneath my thighs.
He said, “You like to watch, don’t you?”
I felt myself blush, but turned toward him anyway. “As it turns out, yes I do. But that’s not why I came back here with you.”
I saw that glimmer again in his deep blue eyes. “Oh?” he asked. “And why is that?”
I hiked up my skirt and straddled Daddy Darren, inspired by the woman so in control on the other sofa. I felt Darren’s hands move to my ass and then my thighs.
The heat of him alone nearly pushed me to the brink. “Listen, Daddy,” I said, leaning toward him and instantly feeling like I had too much clothing on. “Your baby’s got a hankering for something big and hard, and I think you’re just the man to give it to me.”
I gasped with pleasure when he grabbed my hair tightly and pulled me toward his face. Darren said, “You think you can handle how big and hard I am, baby girl? I’m not your average Daddy.” His breath with whiskey sweet.
I moaned, “Stop teasing and show me.”
He growled, “On your knees.”
I’d never moved so fast. There I was, bare knees on the plush carpet of the private room of a strip bar, mouth watering while I waited for my Daddy to make the next move. I watched in awe as he undid his black leather belt, popped the top button of his jeans, and slowly slid down his zipper, as if he were the stripper I’d brought here for a private show. As he fiddled beneath his denim, I took a deep breath, and it was good that I had because Daddy Darren pulled out the biggest, thickest, juiciest cock—maybe even bigger than Little Mikey’s, and just as big as Uncle Jack’s. I took a few seconds to marvel at the size of him, at every pulsing vein, the tip of his dick so big and red, I instantly wanted to rub it against my wet lips like it was lipstick. Just how big was that thing? Nine inches? Ten? His gray pubes were neatly trimmed, and I liked a man who took good care of his body, so this was only an added bonus.
I could feel my pussy dampen at the sight of him, its preparation for what I hoped would soon be Daddy Darren’s vigorous pounding. It was simple. I needed his cock deep inside me. I needed to feel the hotness of his cum sliding from my cunt.
When I looked up into his face, he raised a silver eyebrow. “Cat got your tongue, Macy Baby?”
“Lucky for you, Daddy,” I said, grabbing his hot girth so that the tip of his cock was inches from my mouth, “my tongue’s still right here.”
Oh, he moaned when I took him because I took him deep straight from the start. I had to go slowly, but I swallowed Daddy Darren’s big cock, nestled it far inside my throat, my hot saliva covering the full length of that rock-hard beast. I worked him with two hands at his base, moving them up to meet my mouth, and he put his hand in my hair, gentle this time, as he said, “Yes, baby, yes. Take your Daddy deep inside that pretty mouth of yours.” His sexy words just about made my pussy explode, the heat of me burning hot, thirsty for a good, hard fucking. I bobbed my head up and down on that dick, loving the way its bigness filled my mouth, stretching my lips so wide, until I felt the gentlest of gentle hands on my shoulders. I lifted my head to find the beautiful topless dancer behind us. Her dark hair and eyes entranced me, as did her gigantic breasts with those dark red nipples.
She said, “It looks like you two are having way too much fun without me. Is there room for a third?”
I figured she was Latina from the lilt in her voice. Looking over her shoulder, I noticed that the man in khakis was gone, and thank God, because up close, her brown skin looked flawless, maybe even oiled, considering how I watched the way her big tits glistened as she kneeled down next to me.
I said to her, lips still wet and a little sore from sucking Daddy Darren’s huge cock, “God, you’re gorgeous.”
The dancer looked at me and smiled more with her eyes than with her lips. She said,
“You’re not bad yourself, Miss Thing, and, damn, do you know how to work a cock.”
I smiled big enough for the both of us.
She looked up at Daddy Darren, her big brown eyes a little squinted, as though she may be accusing him of something. “You like them young, Papi?”
Darren was looking only at me. “I like this one young, yes,” he said, his voice a little ragged. My pussy pulsed in response. I needed to get fucked by this guy’s monster cock, and soon!
I asked Darren, “How about this beauty and I take turns fucking this behemoth dick of yours with our mouths?”
Darren smiled. “I won’t fight you off.”
I looked at the dark-skinned dancer. “Interested?”
Her smile was much bigger. I suddenly wanted her thick, red lips not on Darren’s cock, but on my pussy. She said, “After you, Chiquita.”
I said, “I’m Macy.”
“Ana,” said the dancer.
That’s when I put the head of Daddy Darren’s cock back against my lips and teased him with my tongue, looking up at him with the most innocent green eyes I could muster. “Two pretty girls want you bad, Daddy. Do you think you can handle it?”
The lines at Darren’s blue eyes crinkled as he laughed, and I loved the relaxed look on his face, how he trusted us—how he trusted me, a total stranger—with my long nails on his balls and very big dick. “I’ll tell you what, Macy Baby,” he said finally. “Why don’t you put that cock of my mine back down your throat where it belongs, and I’ll do my best to maintain composure.”
I was only happy to oblige, so I loosened my jaw and throat, and began my mouth’s slow decent down Daddy Darren’s huge rod. My tongue teased the underside of his cock until I reached his balls, where I sucked hard at his base and moved my head back up, applying equal pressure to his prick until I reached the head, which I once again gave quick kitten laps with my tongue.
Darren let out his most audible moan yet, and Ana said, “Oh, girlie. You know how to serve a man!” She massaged my neck and upper back as I took Darren deep a second time, ensuring that my hair wasn’t obstructing his view. Her soft hands on me send bolts of need throughout my body. I couldn’t decide who I wanted to fuck more.
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