Clarence is always hyping up these low-end clubs he owns in the city. So, after work on Friday, he gave me a free pass to one of the rage fests he had his scantily-clad lovely-ass toting street crew promote for him. He always places strong emphasis on the shotgirl factor, obviously because he’s just a huge fucking pervert like me and loves to see big titties bouncing. He loves the tramp stamps, the tight and bouncy asses that bring in a great deal of traffic. When he told me about the shot girl he wanted to meet, Claudia, I was hesitant at first. I know Clarence is a big time bulshitter and the chances of him setting me up with one of these 19-year-old hotties who are probably getting dicked in the dorms by one of these juicehead gym rat seniors was nil. They wouldn’t want nothing from an older cat–one with a penchant for pounding, pulverizing, and punishing tight little teenage cans–like me.

So, when I get to the club I’m let in for free via the free pass. It’s pretty popping, with girls dancing and flaunting their multi-colored thongs and making out with each other to impress young dudes and bartenders (for free drinks). When I first discover Claudia, I’m out of breath. She’s nothing short of fucking slamming with a silky-smooth body, a short-ass skit and a nice firmly-shaped ass with a tramp stamp on top. She’s got great tits, too. So I began chatting her up for a little bit, and for some odd reason, she begins taking a liking to me. She’s dancing with me, grabbing the back of my neck and looking at me eye-to-eye in a real seductive, fuck-me manner. I’m thinking, did Clarence tell her about my business? Did he tell her that I’ve been an instant lynchpin in the pornography business? Did he let her know that I’ve been writing adult novels and carving up the professional pussy-writing ranks since the growth of my first pubic hair? Did he indicate that I have legit connections that can vault her to a top-tier, smut store-slaying company?
It could have been that. She takes a liking to my big cock and starts grabbing it, relentlessly. I start getting superhard as I have my hands clamped on her butt and I’m gently feeling it up as the beancock continues to grow, grow, grow as the girl of my dreams grabs me by the tie and takes me into the coat-hanger room. She starts kissing the shit out of me, tonguing me down and slipping her tongue all over me, biting my neck as I try to unstrap her bra. She lifts my hand away and instead unbottons my pants and starts slurping my tall tommy. It’s a great cfnm blowjob as her eyes are pasted on me as I fuck her face at a breakneck pace. She’s still looking at me, blinklessly and cloudlessly as her head bobs back and forth as I stick my huge dick down her throat. This can’t get any better, my soothing thoughts tell me and with that she starts going underneath and tonguing my ballsack and my scrotum. I’m so fucking horny at this point that I rip her thong all the way down to my ankles. I bend her over on a table and she doesn’t even let me stick my cock inside her…She does it for me. So, she starts screaming scintillating, steamy pleasure noises as I pound her soft, warm, tight little can at a frantic pace. I’m banging her all over the room now, in various positions including baby boy when I stand up and she’s sitting on my cock riding it. I feel a big knot of a nut about to burst out when she screams out loud “CUM IN ME!” and ensures me that she’s on birth control. I’m going crazy right now, after a long fuck frenzy in which she took it real fast (as the music from upstairs in the club blares) and also went slow, tantric style, consuming my cock with her slippery wet snatch.
I cream all in her pussy and pull out midway through, with some spunk dripping right on her little pussy. She sticks her finger on her cunt, scoops up the cum and takes a taste of it. “Yummy,” she says, as I can barely feel my dead dick and am completely out of breath after fucking the living shit out of this energetic teenage tormentor.
Shit Clarence, you’re the man! I will never doubt you again, bro.
creampie