1. A New World Part 1


    Date: 11/5/2014, Categories: Masturbation, Author: BadDog9, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    her nipples, the tiny gold triangle covering her mound, and her strong thigh muscles flexing around the brass pole. My cock was soon aching to escape the prison of my tight jeans. I opened my eyes and looked around. The rest of the crew was sitting on a pile of lumber about fifteen feet away laughing as they ate, no one was paying any attention to me. I scooted down in the seat and carefully opened my jeans wriggling them down just enough to pull my hard cock out. It was already oozing pre-cum and I nervously glanced over at the crew as I slid my thumb over the slippery head. Thoughts of Riley coupled with the danger of being caught had me tingling with excitement and I smeared the slick pre-cum down the shaft. I started slowly stroking my cock while picturing Riley’s firm, round ass between furtive glances at the crew. I saw her upside down face smiling at me between her knees and stroked faster. My breathing was getting faster and I slipped my other hand between my legs to fondle my balls. I felt a familiar pull in my belly and my cock pulsed with my pounding heart. I glanced over one last time to see if anyone had noticed. They hadn’t and I pumped faster. I was close and no longer cared if anyone saw. I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth as I exploded over the steering wheel. My hips bucked and thick hot cum pumped from my sensitive purple head. I went limp and my head fell back against the seat. The crew was packing their lunch boxes and getting ready to return to work. ...
    I grabbed the napkins from my lunch and hastily wiped my fingers and crotch. I worked my pants up over my hips trying to remain inconspicuous as one of the guys approached my truck. I grabbed my lunch box and held it over my crotch. “You ready to get back to work?” he asked, leaning on the door. “Yeah, I’ll be right there,” I answered, hoping he wouldn’t notice the strong smell of cum. He nodded and walked away. I breathed a sigh of relief and quickly zipped up, swearing I would never do that again. I returned to work feeling happy and figured maybe I’d park farther away the next day. Every time I drove by the club I wanted to stop and see if she was there. I was hooked. Hooked on the most powerful drug known to man, Riley! I was completely addicted and I had no idea how to get clean. Finally, Saturday night I had to have a fix. I called Brady and asked if he wanted to go to the club again. He was reluctant, but easily tempted with the mention of the “hot blonde.” He picked me up at eight. This time there were no nerves or fear as we entered the club, only the anticipation of seeing Riley again. We found a table near the stage, settled in, and each ordered a beer. I fidgeted in my seat while continually scanning the busy club, hoping to once again lay eyes on the woman who had occupied my thoughts and dreams for nearly a week. She was nowhere to be seen and I began desperately hoping she was in the dressing room. We watched six dancers take the stage, but Riley was not among ...
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