4. Strip Club

“Did you enjoy it?”

“I more than enjoyed it.” Nora traced slow circles on his bare chest, her touch lazy and warm.

“But you didn’t get the big O.”

“Does it matter?”

“It matters to me.” Killian pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. “Feels like I missed a step or something.”

“You didn’t.” She leaned in and brushed her lips against his. “You did everything right, babe. It was perfect.”

What was meant to be a short kiss lasted longer than planned, and soon, Nora's hand found her way to his cock. It was soft but soon hardened under her fingertips.

“Babe… I have to drive you home. It's late already, and we don't want your mom to start getting suspicious,” Killian said.

“But you are hard... and I want another round..." Nora complained.

“Let's meet at my place after school on Monday. I'll give you the big O,” he sealed his promise with a kiss on her lips.

They did a little cleanup in the restroom and wore their masks and underwear before stepping out hand in hand.

The party had dispersed as there were only a few teens left, some drunk, some making out, some just lying around helplessly.

“Yo… Nora. Nice tits,” David said.

“Too bad you can't touch them,” Nora retorted.

“I'll soon get my hands on them, and when I do, you'll be begging me to bite harder,” David smirked.

“You can see me standing right here,” Killian’s annoyance was evident in his tone.

“Oh yeah… the boyfriend. I see you must have popped her cherry. Thanks for opening it up for me and saving me from the stress of all that bloody mess. I can now easily take her.”

“I hope you didn't cum for him. I have to be the one to give you your first orgasm,” He added.

Killian clenched his fist and punched David right in the face.

“Accept the fact that Nora rejected you and chose me already,” Killian shouted at him.

David chuckled, touching the blood trickling down his nose.

“That's not how to treat the person that gave you a free room to fuck, don't you think? I even had to deal with and chase away her crazy mother…”

“My mom was here?” Nora interrupted, panic rising in her chest.

"No, she wasn't. He's just lying to get you scared. Let's go,” Killian grabbed her wrist and made their way out.

*

Claudia walked into the strip club, all dolled up. The music was thumping, the lights were low, and there were half-naked women everywhere. She found a seat at the bar, ordered a drink, and started scoping out the talents. One of the dancers caught her eye—a tall, long legged, tattooed beauty.

She really got the moves, working the pole, grinding on it like she was fucking it.

“I bet she'd be a wild ride,” Claudia thought to herself.

Being a regular at the club, she went straight to her usual private room.

Tonight, she needed something special.

Something to make her forget about walking in on her daughter getting deflowered by her boyfriend's huge cock.

And then there was that wink from Killian. That little shit knew she saw them.

Some masked male strippers came filing in at that moment. Claudia started checking them out, running her fingers over the goods, wondering which one she wanted to go inside her tonight.

Then she spotted him—a massive ebony rod that made her mouth water. He was as thick—or almost as thick—as Killian, and a proud smile crept onto her face.

“That's the one,” she purred, stepping back.

While the others left the room, he stepped forward, ready to give her the ride of her life.

“The ladies just can't get enough of my big black cock,” he boasted.

“Trust me, I've seen better. Three things: You are not allowed to kiss my lips, you must stay away from my cunt, and don't even dare cum inside me, even with the condom on,” Claudia warned.

“If I'm not allowed to touch your kitty cat, what am I doing here? What do you need me for?”

“Well… You better know how to eat ass like a pro.”

“I am Chocolate Thunder. After I deal with your ass, you'd be begging me to fuck your cunt like a slut,” he boasted again, but Claudia just shrugged, clearly not moved by his bluff.

She sat on the table, looking all kinds of fine in her little black dress. The stripper then knelt down behind her, hands on her hips.

He started kissing her neck and biting her earlobe to get her nice and relaxed. Then his hands slid up her thighs, pushing the dress up around her waist. He felt the thong she was wearing and he tried taking it off himself, but she stopped him.

She hiked her dress up, took off her pantie herself and knelt on the table.

He stood between her legs, looking at her curvy ass like it's a piece of meat. He smacked it, making it jiggle.

"Mmm, right…" he said, "I am gonna eat this ass like it's my last meal."

He spread her cheeks apart, and dived face-first, tongue lapping at her tight little hole.

He tongue-fucked it like his life depended on it, but Claudia just laid there, not really feeling much from his efforts. Meanwhile, he was getting all worked up, his big black cock throbbing and beginning to leak pre-cum.

He imagined sliding it into her little pussy, but he knew he couldn't. So instead, he pulled back, spat on his hand, and rubbed it on his cock. He lined himself up with Claudia's puckered hole, and she just passed him a condom.

He complained under his breath before putting it on. As he pushed himself in, she tensed up a bit.

He kept going, inch by inch, until he was buried balls-deep in her ass. Then his thrusting began, grunting and groaning, but Claudia was still not paying him any mind. All she could think of was how her not so little daughter moaned while Killian took her cherry.

It reminded her so much of her first time... when she was just a curious fifteen-year-old.

Meanwhile, he reached down, trying to play with her clit, but she swatted his hand away.

"Don't touch me there," she snapped, momentarily coming out of her thoughts.

He pulled back with a hurt look on his face.

"My bad," he muttered.

He kept pounding, getting closer and closer. He must've been holding back because suddenly he let out a loud groan, pulled out, and removed the condom.

Cum shot everywhere, splattering on Claudia's back and ass. She jumped up, wiping a little cum off her back with a scowl.

She was pissed!

"What the fuck?!" she yelled, turning to face him. He looked sheepish, his shoulders slumped.

"My bad, ma'am," he mumbled. "You said no cum in the pussy, but you didn't say nothing 'bout the ass or back."

Claudia slapped him.

“You are a lunatic! Clean this up!”

He grumbled before grabbing some tissues, wiping the cum off her back and ass. Once he was done, she grabbed her purse and headed to the bathroom to clean up. As she washed up, she couldn't help but wonder what Killian was doing.

Was he thinking about Nora?

Or was he off fucking some other chick?

*

It was past midnight by the time Claudia returned home. She tiptoed inside, trying not to scare Nora awake. But as she walked past the couch, a sight made her freeze in her spot.

There was Killian, passed out on the couch, shirt off and pants low.