Unexpected

By J. Carroll Kerr

This book is about exploring intimate situations through the use of your imagination. The stories contain a brief look into each characters world that lead to a physical encounter of pleasure and mystery. It is a mental escape into entertaining stories of sexual fantasies with unexpected results. Enjoy the journey, let it stimulate your imagination and excite your senses. So make yourself comfortable and get ready to be surprised.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Trafford Publishing
• Release date: Nov 13, 2012
• ISBN: 9781466961883

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Nasty Friday’s

Nasty Friday’s was a ghetto fabulous strip club owned by a former street thug, pimp, and hustler, named Jim Friday. Friday prided himself on the rumor that he fucks all of the dancers in his club as part of the interview process. He had a scruple less reputation, known to mistreat and abuse some of the girls working for him. But this is not a story about him. This is a story about one of the dancers who worked the pole, and the men, every night for money at Nasty Friday’s.

Angie was a very pretty, sexy white girl dancing in a black strip club on the south side of Philadelphia. She got plenty of attention and tips for her dance routines and her prominent physical asset, a ghetto bootie. Angie could have been a double for the singer Pink, with a softer sweeter face. She had straight blonde hair, a body that could have been sculpted by Michelangelo with perfectly formed breasts, a taut belly, gorgeously thick legs, and an ass she must have stolen off of one of those black girls in those bootie-licious ass shaking videos.

In spite of her physical attributes and the extreme sexuality of her stage persona, Angie had a good personality, genuinely friendly with the customers on and off stage, and she seemed to get along with most of the other dancers. She was a strong and flexible girl. When she danced on the center stage with the brass pole, she’d have men drooling, wishing it was their pole she was sliding up and down. Friday considered Angie, his personal property, and treated her like shit.

I met her at a bachelor party for a friend of mine. When I arrived, the party was already in full swing. Angie and another stripper called Candy were giving the guest of honor a naked lap dance. He was sitting on a bent-cane chair in the middle of the living room. Candy, a sexy as fuck black girl with a delicious looking body was on his lap dry humping him through his clothes as Angie playfully slapped her ass, getting the crowd of men excited!

One of the guys watching told me that they had negotiated a deal with the girls for sex, if you wanted some. Two hundred dollars each, one on one, in private, in one of the bedrooms! No photographs or videos in the bedroom! Also, each of the guys had already pitched in fifty each for one of the girls to suck off the lucky husband-to-be in front of everyone. Candy worked on our friend, rubbing her body all over him until the poor guy looked like he couldn’t take any more. She had stripped him out of his shirt and shoes when Angie took over.

Damn, I never saw a woman move like her ever. She stood on the chair with him, shaking and rubbing her naked wet pussy in his face while holding on to the back of the chair for balance. He was licking and sucking her pussy like he was in the room alone with her. I couldn’t tell if she came on his face because we were all overly stimulated just watching and cheering her on. Next she was on her knees pulling his pants and underwear down to his ankles, leaving his cock hard waving in the air, oozing fluid and aching for relief.

The girls stood in front of him kissing and fondling each other waiting for him to decide which one would blow him. While they played with each other, he jacked his dick and looked to the crowd for a vote. Candy won, and dropped to her knees swallowing his dick down to the root. Man, that girl could suck a dick. She was gagging, growling, and salivating all over his cock while bouncing her juicy ass up and down teasing the rest of us standing around watching.

Most of the guys were rubbing their hard-on’s through their pants, a couple of them had taken their dicks out and were beating off while cheering on the lucky groom. I looked around to see what had happened to the sexy blonde. I saw two guys in the kitchen with her, feeling her up and trying to fuck there. One of them finally took her by the hand, led her to one of the bedrooms and closed the door.

Meanwhile, Candy was swallowing the groom’s come while he held her head tight against his crotch. When he was finished, Candy licked his limp dick clean, kissed him on the forehead, looked around at the rest of us and asked who’s next. A big black dude with a huge dick stepped up, lifted her up from the floor saying that he didn’t want no head, he wanted some pussy. Candy grabbed his big cock and led him to the other bedroom, saying, Come on big boy let me take care of this for you. The rest of us were left watching triple X videos on the big flat screen TV.

It wasn’t long before the guy who took the blonde in the room, was back out with the rest of us bragging about how he had fucked the shit out of her. Angie was already standing in the bedroom doorway looking for her next customer. One of the guys who had been beating off while watching Candy sucking off the groom, jumped at the chance to fuck Angie, with his long skinny brown dick! He wasn’t in there ten minutes before he was back out with us, grinning from ear to ear. Another guy got up and went into the bedroom with Angie. About a half hour later, Candy came out of the room without him. She was smiling, saying, he needed a little time to rest after what she gave him.

One of the other guys took her into the kitchen, shoved her against the counter, and pushed his dick into her from behind. We all stopped watching the video and headed to the kitchen to see the real thing. Candy didn’t mind being watched, as she pushed her big ass out for him to fuck her deeper. This boy was fucking her good and soon she was on the verge of a real orgasm, as were the rest of us. This guy turned her around, lifted one of her legs, put his dick in her pussy and fucked her standing up against the refrigerator. When she came, she put both legs around his waist and let him fuck her like that until he pulled out.

Letting her stand up, he jerked his dick until he shot his load all over the front of her. We cheered as she dropped to her knees and sucked his cock dry. I was done. On my way out of the door, Angie was coming out of the room from her third fuck of the night. I had to slip past her to leave, but she grabbed my hand and made me feel her very wet pussy. I have to admit that feeling the white girl’s wet nasty cunt had me considering going into the room with her. I played with her juicy pussy and ass for a hot minute, pulling her hot body tight against me. She tried to convince me to let her take care of my aching cock. But I told her I wasn’t into sloppy seconds or thirds.

She looked genuinely disappointed that I didn’t want to fuck her. She whispered in my ear that I didn’t have to have seconds, I make them all wear rubbers and the juice you’re soaking in is all mine. She told me that I should come to Nasty Friday’s sometime, and hook up with her if I wanted something private. I told her that I’d never heard of the place and asked, What, and where is Nasty Friday’s? She told me it’s the strip club where she works. Assuring me that I would enjoy myself! With that, she let go of my hand and went back to her business. I stepped in the bathroom to wash my hands then headed home. At home, I couldn’t wait to pop in one of my favorite XXX video to give myself some relief.

A couple of weeks later I found myself pulling into the parking lot of Nasty Friday’s. It was a typical little strip club, dimly lit inside with chairs full of men sitting around three little stages throwing money at the naked girls gyrating on the illuminated floors. There were little lounge tables, a long bar with rough looking bar tenders and waitresses dressed in lingerie serving drinks throughout the club. As my eyes adjusted to the light, I could see a couple of the dancers giving lap dances in the back of club near the restroom and office.

I sat at the center stage to watch a pretty young woman strip down to nothing while sliding up and down the brass pole anchored to the floor. This girl had skills with a body to match. She made sure that everyone around the stage got a good look at her pussy and fat round ass. Guys were smiling, cheering, and begging her to come closer as they threw money on the stage for her. This little girl aimed to please as she humped the stage, the pole, and shook her ass in the face of the men who threw the most money. She ended her session by sitting on the edge of the stage and let an old Mack-daddy lick her young pussy for a few seconds.

The next dancer to work the center stage was Candy from the party. You would have thought that a famous celebrity was coming on stage. As the DJ announced her entrance, the crowd burst into cheers and applause. She looked good strutting, her stuff on stage. Candy had a great body and knew how to use it. She had men almost coming in their pants as she fucked the air and took their money. There were guys trying to climb on stage with her to get a closer look at her luscious body. It was crazy.

After her routine, she left the stage. A few minutes later she reappeared making her way around the room serving drinks and talking with the regulars. Candy eventually made her way to me smiling. I was surprised that she remembered me from the party. She’d spent most of the night with her face in someone’s lap. Out of the blue she mentioned that her friend Angie was disappointed that I didn’t want to spend some time alone with her that night. Candy said that I must have made some kind of impression on Angie because she usually doesn’t talk about guys she meets at work.

I asked, Is she working here tonight? Candy said, No, she’s with Friday tonight. Then she leaned in close to me and whispered, Be careful, she’s Friday’s prize. I acknowledged her warning, slipped her my business card wrapped in a twenty, and asked her to pass the card to Angie. She took it, winked at me then she disappeared into the crowd. I left the club shortly after that and headed home. But, I couldn’t get thoughts of Angie out of my head. I couldn’t get Candy’s warning out of my head, either.

A few days later Angie called me asking if I wanted to meet her somewhere for lunch. I knew a nice little place down on South Street with good food. With lots of tourists around, where I hoped no one would recognize her or me. I was already there when she arrived. People were staring at her as if they were seeing a celebrity out shopping. Like I said, Angie was a mirror image of the singer Pink, and people responded to her like they were seeing the real thing. I joked that she should take advantage of their resemblance on occasion.

With her clothes on and the makeup off, Angie, looked like any other pretty woman. We had a great time talking, and eating, like any two people very attracted to each other. We barely mentioned the night we met. I was very attracted to her, and couldn’t really believe that she was actually attracted to me. We agreed to meet again soon and went on our separate ways. A week later Angie called me again, and asked if I’d like to take her to the movies?

I can’t remember what movie we saw. I was too excited about spending time with her. After the movie and dinner, she asked if I wanted her to spend the night with me. Teasing she said that I better not reject her again. We both laughed. I confess. I was a little intimidated by her. Angie gave me a quick kiss on the lips and said, I’m just a woman like any other woman and I like you. At my apartment I hoped to show her some simple hospitality, offering her something to drink and put on some music to set the mood.

Angie asked me if I minded if she smoked some weed to relax a little. I told her I could use some myself, offering her some from my secret stash. She was surprised and pleased that I was not as straight laced as I seemed. We sat on the sofa and smoked a little, but Angie had a better idea. She took me by the hand, led me to the bedroom where we made ourselves comfortable on the bed and smoked some more. As we got high the tension between us disappeared like smoke from the joint we were sharing.

We started getting physical, kissing and feeling each other through our clothes. I wanted to see her gorgeous body naked, while trying not to rush her into undressing. Angie disengaged from our entanglement, excusing herself to the bathroom to freshen up. I gave her a towel and told her to take her time. I gave her a few minutes alone in the bathroom to do all of her personal things like piss, shit, brush her teeth, whatever, ’til I heard the shower running. Peeking into the bathroom, I discovered she had lit some candles, turned out the lights, and was already in the shower. Stepping into the bathroom, I quickly removed all of my clothes. I stood there for a moment watching her soap up behind the glass doors.

Angie motioned for me to join her in the shower by opening the door, pulling me in with her. The girl looked like a water goddess. Her skin glistened in the candle light, warm water, with fragrant soap flowing into the crack of her pretty round ass and over her firm breasts. Handing me the soap she asked me to wash her back. My cock was already hard, pointing at her like a witness to a murder, as I soaped her from her shoulders to her butt.

I couldn’t help slipping my soapy fingers between her taut ass cheeks and massage her puckered hole. Angie moaned for me to go ahead put it in her. I didn’t have to be asked twice. I pushed my finger all the way in her tight ass, rotating it and looking for signs that I was pleasing her. It was working too, as Angie braced herself under the cascading water and let me finger fuck her butt until she was ready for some dick. She turned pulling my finger from her ass and opened her legs for me to fuck her. Without hesitation I pushed my hard cock into her most delicious pussy and fucked her against the shower wall. We must have been going at it for longer than I had realized because the water was turning cold. Out of the shower we dried each other and rushed to the bed tangled together like snakes in a bag.

Taking my face in her hands, looking at me with those sky blue eyes, she sweetly asked me to make love with her. I thought I understood her, but she held me softly and explained that she wanted me to make love with her, not fuck her like the whore she was, but like a girl I could fall in love with. Without replying, I took her in my arms, kissing her with so much passion that I could feel her heart melt as she opened herself up to me. At first I just kissed