A Perfect Whore

Stanley was at the strip club and upset over a break up. A Hispanic stripper with alluring eyes and a square jaw came over and spun around. Her ass jiggled in the g-string. It was so fat it was folded square over her legs. He slipped her a $20 and she sat on his lap and ground into his crotch and pressed her warm, perky breasts in his face. She kept going, and he needed to fuck her.

She knew it and whispered in his ear, "Want to go to a private room? It's just a hundred."
"Take it. Let's go."

She took him by the hand and led him back. Her hand was warm, and the glitter in her hair twinkled as it swayed. He wanted to bury his face in her hair and pound deep into her ass. They reached the room, and she didn't waste a second. She rubbed her hand over his pant before unzipping him. His cock leapt into her mouth. She licked dutifully before working it to the back of her throat. Once his cock was rock hard, she stood and bent her ass towards it.

His wet cock slid nicely into her hot pussy. She wasn't tight until he felt her pussy clamp down on him. Then she felt like a tiny virgin. He gyrated his cock slowly into her pussy, enjoying every second. She moaned a little and worked back on him. He grabbed onto her thick hips and pulled her onto his cock. She moaned again, harder now. He pounded into her wet pussy. She moaned louder.

He bent forward and smelled her hair and grabbed her by both of her D-sized breasts. She quivered like she was about to cum. Stanley took control, determined to make her cum, and pounded deep into her pussy. Her whole body shook, and he slammed his cock all the way in and shot his load. They lay still for a second before the stripper softly pushed her ass against him, his cock still in her pussy and rock-hard. It had both of their cum all around it,

She purred and said, "You want to take me home with you? Three hundred dollars, 'cause I like you."
"Deal."