Dreaming of Adventure / Seeking the Clouds

[Gymguy8]

3. Josh

[This is a continuation of "Dreaming of Adventure / Seeking the Clouds," from the Backroom section of Breeding Zone. You can find the first two chapters there. This is the only straight part of the larger story.]

I opened the door to the apartment at 6:00am. I hated red-eye flights. Especially ones from Las Vegas. There was never enough sleep on the plane, and I always arrived too early in the morning. It hadn't helped that I had been out drinking at a strip club right up until I had to go to the airport. It had been Jeff's idea to go out to a strip club. He had broken up with his last girlfriend suspiciously close to the annual meeting; I was wondering if it was an excuse to enjoy Vegas to its fullest.

Of course, I still had the wife back home. I loved her, but sometimes I needed an escape. But, there were rules in our relationship, she had made clear. There were to be no other women. She had said it so clearly; I wondered if she was aware of the giant loophole she had given me. But it wasn't the night to explore that particular hole. It was Jeff's night, which likely meant blondes with big breasts and tight bodies. "Come on. Who doesn't like some nice tits to play with?" he asked. At least he was paying the cover for me.

Inside, it was as dark and dingy as I expected. There were two girls on stage, dancing to "Sweet Child of Mine," and teasing us with quick glimpses of their clean, smooth pussies. "Damn," Jeff said. "Brazilian wax." We found a table, ordered some beers, and were watching two of the girls fondle each other's breasts and make out on stage.

"Hey boys," a girl behind us said. I turned around and saw Jeff's dream girl. "How are you doing?" She was blond, nice big tits, and a smoking hot body. Jeff turned as well. It took him a second to take it all in.

"Doing good," Jeff said, not bothering to hide his attraction to the blond girl. "I'm Jeff," he said, "This is my friend, Josh."

"Hello Jeff and Josh," the girl said. She dragged a chair and sat down between us. She was wearing the smallest of bikini tops; it just barely covered her nipples, and as she sat down, it slipped, exposing her tit. "Ooops," she said, giggling, before covering it up. "Gotta keep that sense of mystery." It had been exposed long enough for me to see how it was hard and crinkled, like she was aroused. "I'm Nicole," she said. "You having fun?"

"A lot more now that you're here," Jeff said. "You wanna drink?"

"Really? Please. Vodka and Soda," she said. "You have a good day?"

"Too much work," I said.

"Better things for you to do here," Nicole replied.

Jeff turned his attention from the waitress, back to Nicole. "What about you?" Jeff asked. "You have a good day?"

"Oh yeah," she giggled. "I slept in late, then went to the gym. When I got back, I was so tired I just stripped down and laid out in the back yard."

"Naked?" I asked.

"Of course," she replied. "I don't care who sees me. And I hate tan lines." 

"No tan lines?" Jeff asked. "I want to see that." He discretely held out a twenty-dollar bill. Nicole smoothly took it, and made it disappear into a pocket on her short dress. 

"See?" she said, as she pulled up her dress, exposing her smooth pussy. Nicole had been telling the truth. There was no visible tan line, just an even shade of light brown. 

"Fuck," Jeff said. "And you've fucking shaved it all, huh?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "Wanna feel?" Before Jeff could say anything, she grabbed his hand and guided it down to her vagina. He rubbed the smooth skin for a second, before allowing his hand to move down. Jeff ran his finger over her moist lips.

"Damn, you're wet," he said.

She turned to me. "You want a feel as well?"

I smiled, and held up my left hand. "Married," I said. "I can look, but I can't touch." 

"That's too bad," she said. Jeff had stopped fingering her, and was now sniffing his fingers.

"Fuck, you're hot," he said, his brain clouded with the smell of Nicole's juices. Nicole started to finger herself, pressing in one finger, then two. Even in the dim light of the club, I could tell how wet they were when she pulled them out.

"But you can smell, can't you?" she asked me. I nodded, not even sure what she meant at first. She held her fingers under my nose, and against my better instincts, I inhaled deeply. I could smell the salt, the ocean, and the promises of so many nights of pleasure. The effect was like the poppers my cocksucker would occasionally bring over; in my jeans, my dick began to grow uncomfortably. I remembered what my wife had said. So far, I had only looked. I had not yet touched.

"Fuck," I murmured.

"Yeah," Jeff said. "Giving me a fucking boner."

"I know," I said. My dick was throbbing, and there was no hope of relief until I got home the next morning. 

"You boys enjoying yourselves?" Nicole asked. She reached over and grabbed both of our crotches. It had been a week since I had gotten a chance to jerk off, and a month since I had fucked the wife. In an act of manifest agony, I had to remove her hand from my dick. "Oh, sorry," she said. "I forgot." But she left her hand on Jeff's crotch, and was slowly rubbing his bulge.

Nicole's dress was still hiked up and her pussy remained exposed. Her hand, now free from my crotch, returned to it, and she started to rub her clitoris. As her fingers touched the small mound, she moaned. I almost forgot that we were in a Vegas strip club. The dancer on stage had receded into the distance, and it was only the song changing that reminded that I could only stare at Nicole pleasuring herself. 

"Oh yeah," Jeff said. "What else did you do?" he asked.

"Well. My boyfriend had been visiting his folks this past week. He came home, and I gave him a welcome home blowjob." Two of her fingers disappeared into her cunt at the memory of it. "You ever gotten a welcome home blowjob?" she asked.

"You need to ask Josh that one," Jeff said. "He's the married one."

"It can be great," I smiled. It had been a while since the wife had given me a blow job, much less a welcome home blow job. Not that it mattered any longer. I had found a few cocksuckers to take care of me, and not only was every blow job the equivalent of a welcome home blow job, but every single time, they swallowed my load. Not even my wife did that. "Did you swallow?" I asked. It was an unnecessary question; I already knew the answer to it.

"I'm a good girl," she said. Her dress was still hiked up, allowing Nicole to continue rubbing herself. "You want to find out just how good a welcome home blow job can be?" she asked. It was crass, but also predictable. She was a working girl, and she didn't have the luxury of not doing her job. "Not you," she said, turning to me. "You can get one when you get home." She turned back to Jeff. "Jeff?" she asked.

"Fuck yeah," he said. Just as I had been staring at Nicole playing with her cunt, Jeff had been transfixed by her breasts. I noticed how they heaved with each pleasurable moan coming from her; the image was almost as enticing as her wet pussy.

"Come on," she said. "I'm sure you can find something fun to watch," she said to me. Jeff bolted out of his seat; I recognized the bulge in his pants, the image of my own throbbing boner.

"See you," he said. The two of them disappeared into a dark hallway in the back of the club; it would be at least thirty minutes before they came back. I looked back at my watch. It was only 10PM. Still a few more hours before I could be at the airport, much less getting on the plane. I stared at my drink; the ice cubes hadn't yet fully melted into the Scotch, but it was a lot lighter than when I had first gotten it. 

I watched the stage. Two new girls were out. Katy Perry's "I kissed a girl" was playing, and unsurprisingly, it had turned into a lesbian make-out session. It was fun to watch, but only to a point. I wanted their warm mouths wrapped around my manhood. I had never had two women fight over my shaft. I wanted their tongues to flick across my dick, and lap up my pre-cum.

I think one of the girls saw me staring. Another blonde, like Nicole, only with smaller tits. There was still the familiar shape of an implant, just better sized for her body. She winked at me, and smiled as she reached down, fingered herself, then offered the glistening finger to her companion on stage. The other dancer licked her finger, lapping up every drop of pussy juice from it. 

I sipped my drink, as the song wound down. The two dancers disappeared from stage, and another song came up. Two girls that looked barely more than 17 appeared on stage, starting to dance to the beats of ""Oops, I did it Again." It wasn't long before their white shirts had been thrown on the floor, and there had been quick flashes of their white panties. However, I was distracted as one of the girls sat down next to me. 

I shot her a quick glance, then a longer glance. It was the same girl how had played with herself on stage. "I saw you," she said. "When I was on stage." 

"Yeah," I said, sheepishly. I was horny, and my dick was hard. It had been so long, and it would be so easy to make a mistake here tonight. I reminded myself there were other options. Back home, there were cocksuckers eager for my cock and hungry for my load. Yeah, it was another guy sucking me off, but he would swallow my seed, so much more than this random hooker would do for me. 

Plus, the only payment a cocksucker demanded was a good throat-fucking, not the hard cash this "working girl" would ask of me. Still, I was going to be polite about it. "You want a drink?" I asked.

"Please," she giggled. Like the girl before, she wanted a vodka and soda. I ordered it, and asked her how her day had been.

"Good," she said, and proceeded to describe her day. There was the sleeping late, the gym and then the nude sunbathing; I began to wonder if it was a canned script that all the girls repeated. Luckily, her "boyfriend" had not just come home. Instead, I got the details about how she had carefully shaved her pussy. 

"I want to see," I said. At that moment, her drink arrived. I used it as an excuse to pass the waitress a twenty, and passed another to the girl. She made the bill disappear, and her pussy appeared from under her dress. With her dress hiked up, and her cunt exposed, she looked even younger; it was hard to imagine her being old enough to be dancing. 

"You like it?" she asked. I nodded. "Go ahead. Feel how smooth it is." She grabbed my hand, and before I could react, had rubbed it against her cunt. It was only for a second, but the impression was warmth, wetness, and smoothness. It was the perfect pussy; it was surprising to find it on such a slutty girl. "Oh?" she asked, as I pulled my hand back from her warmth.

"Married," I said. Once more I showed off the ring. "I can look. But I can't touch."

"Oh," she said. "You should look at this," she continued. She took my glass, and with long, manicured fingers, extracted an ice cube from my drink. Her nails were a bit garish, a color pink that existed in no natural setting. She ran the ice cube along her slit, twisting it around her clit, then sliding it entirely into her vag. "What about tasting?" she asked, as the ice cube slid back out of her, back into her fingers.

"I, uhh," I stammered, as she dropped the ice cube back into my drink. 

"Have a sip," she said. I took the glass. It was wet from condensation and cold from the ice. Hard and unyielding, it was the opposite of the young woman's cunt. I took a sip. It wasn't terrible. The Scotch had already had hints of oysters and scallops, of wild rocky coasts and harsh salt waves. It was only intensified by the girl's natural flavors. 

As I savored her juices, I wondered how many men had cum in her. I was still the first and only man to cum in my wife. I had once asked my cocksucker how many men he had swallowed. He laughed and said he stopped counting after fifty. "And that was seven years ago," he had continued. The flavor of the girl's cunt had filled my mouth. It was a taste of heaven.

"What's your name?" I finally managed to stammer. I was embarrassed for her; she had let me feel her pussy before I even knew her name. It was hard to imagine her looking herself in the mirror after being such a slut.

"Kenzie," she said.

"Uh, How long you been stripping?" I asked. Despite having felt her cunt, despite tasting her pussy juice, it felt like a deeply personal question. I didn't know her anywhere near well enough to be asking that question.

"About four months," she said. "You're the first guy that's ever asked me that." She pushed her bikini top down. The small triangles of fabric fell down, around her waist. Her nipples were small but pert, the skin crinkled slightly from arousal. "Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked. She had spread her legs slightly, just enough to draw my eye back down to her vag.

"Yeah," I said. "Very pretty."

"Prettier than your wife?" she asked.

"You are both beautiful, just in different ways."

"Hah," she said, giggling a bit. "You've been married a while. You know how not to answer the questions." She licked her fingertips, and gently traced out the edges of her nipples. They glistened from the wetness. I wanted to bury my face in her tits, feel them press against my cheeks and almost cut off breathing. It would be a wonderful way to die, asphyxiating on breast.

"Too bad you can't touch," she said.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"I want to feel you inside me." She giggled, and looked away, like she was afraid of something. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"Sure," I said. I couldn't tell if she was being honest here, or if this was just another part of the sales pitch. 

"It's been nearly a week since I have gotten fucked. And I am so damn horny tonight."

"Oh?" I asked. I had assumed, like the earlier girl, she was a prostitute. 

"I went home to see my parents. They don't know what I do."

"Not even play with yourself?"

"Oh yeah," she said. "Every. Single. Night. But sometimes. Sometimes, you need a dick." She looked down at my groin. I didn't even try to hide my erection. "And I need a hard cock." It was painful. I needed to get my dick wet. I needed to get off. But I had made promises. I hoped that my cocksucker would be there in the morning. I could rape his throat, feed him my load, and clear my head all before the wife got home.

Luckily, I was saved. Jeff came back. Just from the erratic lights coming from the stage, I could see the smile on his face, not to mention the bit of white powder on his nose. I glanced over to Nicole. She also had the tell-tale rings of around her nose. Evidently, more went down than just a quick blow job. 

"How was it?" I asked. 

"Fucking A," Jeff said. "Her boyfriend is a lucky man. She's good."

"Ha," Nicole laughed. "It's easy to be good at what you love." She turned and looked at Kenzie. "Kenzie!" she squealed in pleasure. Kenzie jumped up, her tits jiggling with each move. "I love this girl. She's my bestie here." The two hugged, before Nicole spun Kenzie around to face Jeff and myself. "And these tits," Nicole said. "Look at them." She cupped her friend's breasts and squeezed them. "Aren't they beautiful?" 

"Yeah," Jeff said. "Fuck yeah," he continued. I just nodded my head in agreement, trying to ignore the throbbing in my underwear. Nicole continued to play with Kenzie's tits. Kenzie reached under her dress and started to play with herself. She also leaned back, and the two girls began to kiss. It was something out of a porn movie, but yet it was happening right in front of me. 

"Hell yeah," Jeff said, staring at the girls. "Are you seeing this?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said. It was far more honest to say that I could not look away. I wanted my dick inside of Kenzie's wet pussy. I wanted to fill her with my seed. I wanted to mark her as my property and make her my personal slut, ready to do my every bidding. Between the alcohol and my dick, I was starting to think bad thoughts. Bad thoughts would lead to bad choices, which, in turn, would lead to bad actions. "Fucking hot." I didn't even try to hide the way I was slowly rubbing my crotch. 

"Yeah," Nicole said. She winked at me, as her fingertips slid over Kenzie's pert young tits. Nicole turned her gaze to me. "Your wife have tits like these?" She licked her lips. I remembered that the last thing to have touched them was Jeff's dick. "Or lips like these? Does she suck your dick?" 

"Fuck, that was good," Jeff grunted, still watching the women enact every straight man's fantasy of lesbian sex. "Amazing blow job. Just wished she had swallowed," he said.

I remembered the cocksuckers back home. How they had taken every inch of my dick. How I could fuck their throats. How they had swallowed every drop of my cum. It was both arousing and disgusting. For those thirty minutes, sixty minutes, my cock was the center of their world, and their only reward was the pleasure of eating my sperm. I wondered if their co-workers knew the depths of their depravity. "Yeah," I said, still transfixed by the two girls. Nicole had moved her attention downwards, and was slowly working Kenzie's dress off her.

With only her necklace and shoes, Kenzie seemed even younger and far more vulnerable than before. Even Nicole seemed to see that, because the older girl was already starting to play with Kenzie's cunt. "She likes that," Nicole said, as Kenzie writhed in pleasure. "She's a little slut." Dumbfound at what was happening right in front of me, I just nodded. "A very good little slut."

"Yeah?" Jeff said. "I'm already thinking about what I can do with a good little slut." 

Life was imitating porn, but unfortunately, I was cast to be the chaste sidekick. What I needed to do was change the plot. "I think I need to catch a plane," I said. It was an hour before I needed to leave, but I didn't think Jeff was going to mind. He had already pulled a crisp hundred-dollar bill from his wallet, and was using it to caress Kenzie's pussy. 

"Leaving," Jeff said. "Just as it's getting good?" He pulled the bill back from Kenzie, and held it under my nose. "Smell that?" he asked. I nodded. It was damp from Kenzie's pussy. "Pussy and Money. Two best things in the world. By a long shot." It might have been. But throat wasn't bad, and it was even better when it was a cocksucker's throat. 

"Fuck, that's nice," I said. "Have some fun tonight."

"You know it, man," Jeff said. The hundred dollars had disappeared, and it was now Jeff's fingers gently stroking Kenzie's twat. I forced myself to turn away. There were promises to keep and loopholes to enjoy. 

The rest of the night was a blur wrapped in an irritation: getting a cab, navigating the airport, navigating security, stuffing myself into a chair, trying to sleep, and then repeating the process to get home. The entire time, all I could think about was how badly I needed to get off. How good Kenzie's pussy had smelled on the hundred-dollar bill. How badly I wanted to fuck a hole. How perfect her perfectly shaven pussy was. By the time the flight had touched down, I had long past the point of caring about what kind of hole it was. All it needed to be was warm and wet and welcoming. And of course, it had to take my load.

I opened the door to the apartment at 6:00am. I reminded myself once more never to take the hated red-eye flights, especially the ones from Las Vegas. There was never enough sleep on the flight and always too much pussy the night before. I dropped my bags at the door, and pulled my phone out of my pocket. Even before I had the lights on, I had gone to the hidden folder and clicked on Grindr. 

I flicked on the lights as I waited for the app to load, and headed to the study. Lying on my desk was a vape pen, a fresh Indica cartridge already on it. I took a hit as I scanned the first page of horny men. My dick twitched when I saw that my favorite cocksucker was on-line. He was a younger guy, maybe mid to late twenties, tall, skinny, and athletic. At times I wondered how he managed to fit my fat cock in his mouth, but he always got all of it. 

I shouldn't forget to mention his hunger for every drop of my cum. Once, he had me squirming and dripping for over two hours. I had been smoking some weed, he had indulged in harder drugs. I felt like it was supposed to bother me. But all it did was make him into more of a cocksucker. I was selfish enough not to care. Despite the continuous hours of cocksucking that night, the final release was almost anti-climactic; my balls were dry by that point, he had slurped up so much pre-cum and cum from me.

"Hey," he messaged me. From his screen name, I think he was called Cal. But I just thought of him as my cocksucker. He was always nearby, and he was always ready.

"Hey cocksucker. You looking?" I replied.

"Yeah," he said. "I am."

"Fuck yeah. My place. 15 minutes. Good, cocksucker?" I wrote back. I took another hit from the vape. If the cocksucker was awake this early, he had been partying the night before.

"Fuck yeah. Been partying. That ok?" he wrote back. I had been right about the partying.

"Oh, hell yeah. You know how I get when you parTy. Get that mouth over here and let me fuck that throat."

"Yes sir," he said. I took another hit from the vape. It would be 15 minutes before he got here. Just long enough to take a quick shower. "Good cocksucker," I wrote back. "Can't wait to hear you gag."

[Guest takingdeepanal]

Fuck yeah. Kenzie sounds like the type of hot little bitch who needs her hole stretched by my thick 7" cut pole.