I’ve been working at the club for five years. I got a job here on my 25th birthday. when I first met Mario I knew I was attracted to him. He has this curly black hair that’s usually gelled and facing backwards. He’s an Italian man from Staten Island with a strong new york accent in his late 40’s. He wears collar shirts that are always unbuttoned enough to see his chest hair and tank top underneath and a gold chain to bring it all together. He has a strict rule that he doesn’t hook up with dancers. Mario is known around New York as a playboy that never grew up. women from around the city drop their skirts for him at the drop of a hat. He’s an infamously good fuck. Tonight as I'm dancing I notice him staring at me. I’m on stage in only a golden jock strap. I’m dancing to body party by ciara. Dollar bills fly around me and the crowd cheers. through it all though, mario never takes his eyes off of me. There's something different about the way he’s looking at me tonight. He’s looking at me like he can’t decide something very intense. afterwards i’m in the dressing room. I have a small silk black robe just draped over my shoulders. I'm smoking when he walks in. His big bulky frame filling up the doorway. “You did good tonight.” He says to me.
“I know.” I say with a smile.
He chuckles, “You’re something else you know that?”
“I do. I saw you watching me tonight.”
He turns slightly red and stiffens up, “I watch everybody dance.”
“Not like that.” I say outing my blunt and meeting his eyes.
a flash of nervousness goes through his eyes that fades to excitement. “Like what he?” He asks.
“Like you were yearning. Like we were the only people in the room. I could feel it.”
Without saying anything he’s slowly walking towards me so I stand up and pretend I don't notice. I make my way over to a nearby table and lean on it.
“And what if I was looking at you like that?”
He says inches away from my face.
I swallow and I go to speak but he brushes his thumb to my lips. Which causes me to gasp a little. His hands are so big and his arms are so hairy. I can’t help but feel my dick growing in the jock strop. He somehow has positioned his leg in between my thighs and I feel my dick graze him.
“Guess there’s my answer.”
I look away and close my legs so he can’t fit between then but he grabs my chin to face him, “Open your fuckin’ legs.”
I do as I'm told and he slides between them with his whole body.
He’s so close to me I can feel his bulge pressing against my stomach. Which makes me dick twitch again against him. “Good boy.” he says as he takes his two hands and gently slides them around my neck and I lean my head back.
He begins kissing my neck as he slides his big warm hands down my body. I can’t help but let out soft quiet moans. He pinches my nipple a little bit which slightly brings me back to reality. I grab his shirt and force him to meet my eyes, “What about your rule?”
He smirks at me and slides his left hand down my stomach and over my dick in the jock. Which is now oozing precum like a waterfall. I moan loudly at this as rubs his thumb over my leaking tip. This gets a smile in his eyes and he does it again. “Tell me to stop if you want me too.” He says with his mouth basically on mine.
“Don’t” I say.
his tongue finds mine and we start passionately making out. In one swift motion he slips his hand inside my jock and my dick is his. I can’t stop moaning louder and louder as he uses my precum as lube to stroke me in the jock. I manage to mumble through moans, “What if someone walks in?”
“Let them.” He demands picking up speed, “Look at me while I beat your dick.”
“Fuck, Mario” I whimper, “It feels so good.”
“Say it again.”
“It feels so fucking good!” I repeat.
“What does? Say the whole thing!” He growls.
“It feels so fucking good when you stroke my dick. Please don’t stop.”
I’m so drunk with lust i’ll say anything he wants. My dick is so sensitive and his strong hand feel so good tugging on my wet shaft.
He looks me in my eyes and says, “Cum for me.”
“I don’t want to yet.” I beg him as he speeds up.
“I need it. cum in these fucking panties.” he demands and I give in .
I shoot a big load on my jock all over his hand. Then he takes his hand out and licks the cum off. He kisses me one more time making me taste myself. I’m still leaned in when he starts to walk away leaving me there a pathetic mess with cum in my pants.
He turns one last time, grabs his crotch, and winks. Then he’s gone
