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Blow Job

"Weird sex," I say.

Her lips curl up into a weird smile.

"That's interesting," she says. "What do you like?"

I'm shocked. Her voice has none of the fear and revulsion that Cory, the lingerie clerk, gave me.

"Putting on women's underwear and going to strip clubs," I say.

"Really?" she asks. "What are you wearing now?"

"Corset and thong," I say.

"Want to show me?" she asks.

Motley Crue fades out and a thumping techno beat starts.

"That's our song," I say. "Why don't you find out for yourself?"

Nikkita smiles and throws her leg over my lap. She's straddling me, grinding her pussy against my cock. The cum rises through my loins. I fight to hold it back.

With her sultry gaze fixed on me, Nikkita unbuttons the top of my shirt. She keeps dry-humping me as she works her way down. It's getting tougher to hold in my load. When she gets to the last button, Nikkita throws open the shirt, revealing the corset. She looks me up and down and then fixes her eyes on mine. She smiles, as if to say, "I like it."