This story is adult fantasy and may not be reposted without express permission from the author. This story is intended for mature adult readers. While this story is based on real events the names have been changed to protect the guilty. Any other resemblance to actual events, people, or locations is just a happy coincidence. If you don’t want to be “subjected” to explicit material, you are under the legal age, or it is illegal for you to look at this material for some other reason, then please do not read further. But, if you are of age and consenting in all ways, then by all means read on and enjoy some dirty fun. Cleveland Rocks Chapter Two: Burlesque (MF, striptease, oral, rim) ------------------------------------------------------ Becky and I had been strictly lovers for a few years. Unfortunately my job had moved me to the Southwest. Now we get a chance for a weekend reunion in Cleveland. Knowing Becky and me, the potential for debachary is limitless. ------------------------------------------------------ “Jesus Greg, you haven’t lost your touch.” Becky said leaning against me. “Nether have you ‘Princess.’” We both laughed at my pet name for her. I used to say anyone who could fuck as good as Becky could must be royalty. She asked once why she wasn’t a ‘Queen’ and I had to explain she had the wrong parts for that title in this day and age. Before getting back in the car Becky pulled a cloth out of her purse and told me, “I don’t want to have to send this skirt out to the drycleaners with cum stains all over it. Will you do the honors?” I took the cloth and clean the rest of our fluids off her legs. Then she steped into a pair of black panties before going around to get into the driver’s seat. We were on our way, leaving the parking deck and airport behind us as we made our way downtown. As we drove we caught up on idle chit chat – what happened to so and so, how was the family, what was happening at work. Part of the reason we never made it as a couple is we did not have many of the same interests except for sex and politics, so a weekend is about as long as we can go before we run out of things to say. But it was an election year so she started catching me up on the big local races. By the time we reached the hotel we were laughing about a friend, a Congressman in a neighboring state, who was almost caught with an intern pulling a Lewinsky on him. Fortunately for the Congressman, he has a big desk that was able to hide the girl while he talked to the constituent who had stopped in for a chat. I was amazed as we pulled around for valet parking at the InterContinental Suites, a glass and stone high-rise that dwarfs other buildings in the skyline. I put my suit coat back on while the valet took the keys from Becky without batting an eye at the heap he was expected to park. Linking her arm in mine we entered the lobby of the luxury hotel. “Good Evening Ms. Linstrom.” The doorman said holding the door for us. “Thank you Evan.” Becky said evenly. “Ah, Ms Linstrom.” An older man said as he approached us from across the marble lobby. When he arrived he kissed Becky on the cheek and said, “Welcome back. We have your suite prepared as you requested.” “Thank you Mr. Vargas. How is Melinda and the kids?” “They are doing wonderful. Thank you for asking.” “I would like you to meet my close friend, Mr. Stevenson.” “Hello.” I shook his hand and privately thanked god that I chose the suit. Without it I might as well have been standing in my underwear. But at least it sort of made me fit in. “Mr. Stevenson, any friend of Ms. Linstrom is a friend of mine. If there is anything we can do to make your stay more comfortable, please let us know.” “Thank you.” “Here are your keys. Would you like someone to take Mr. Stevenson’s bag up to the room?” “No, thank you.” Becky said laying a hand on Mr. Vargas’ arm. “We will show ourselves up. I hope to see you again this weekend.” “Most assuredly. Good night.” “Wow.” I said as the elevator doors closed behind us. Becky ran the key card through a slot on the panel and the elevator started to move. “So I take it you have been here before.” “Oh yeah.” Becky said moving in front of me and leaning up to kiss. We move closer and continue to kiss as the elevator made its way rapidly to its destination. When we stopped it was on the top floor. A small marble foyer greeted us as we disembarked. Using the key on the only door in the room it opened to reveal a huge luxury suite with a panoramic view of the lights of Cleveland. “Holy shit.” I said dumbfounded. “What is this place?” “It’s the Presidential Suite.” “And we are here why?” “I do a lot of business at this hotel and Mr. Vargas was able to get me the suite for the weekend for free.” “Okay Becky. What is it you do exactly?” The last I knew she was an up and coming PR executive. But this was way out of any PR firm in town’s league. “Well technically I am still in PR. But my job these days is to provide hard to get services for high level clientele who come to town.” My look must have told her I wasn’t buying it, so she went on to explain, “Okay when an executive or rock star are in town and want some companionship, or drugs, or whatever their kink is, I am there to get it for them in a very confidential manor. And, of course, there are a lot of fringe benefits for myself.” “I’ll say.” “Do you want the tour?” “Sure.” Becky showed me the living room first with the panoramic view of the night lights of town. The contemporary furnishings included a wet bar with full size top shelf bottles, a forty inch plasma screen TV, stereo, and overstuffed furniture with enough seating for twelve. Then there was a lounge and separate dining room, a junior king size bedroom and bath, and the master bedroom suite. The master bedroom had all the luxuries you would expect and opened onto the master bath with a marble two person shower and separate Jacuzzi tub. “There is also a maid and butler especially for this suite, but I asked for them to have the evening off.” “Well let me say, I’m glad I flew here instead of the other way around.” I told her as we made our way back to the living room. “Otherwise we probably would have wound up at the Motel 6 with one of those vibrating beds.” “I like those beds.” “I remember.” “Would you like some wine?” she asked moving behind the wet bar. “Yes, merlot if you have it.” “We have everything here, my love.” She said bringing us both a glass of wine. “So, this isn’t your first time entertaining in this suite, is it?” I ask sipping the smooth merlot. “Do you mean is this my first time fucking in this suite?” “Sure.” “What do you think.” “A place like this at your disposal? I think you have probably fucked on every flat surface here.” “Well maybe not every one.” She said with a smile.” “Now, are you ever one of these ‘kinks’ that people request?” “Yes. But we have professionals on call for that. I am just a rank amateur.” “No Princess.” I say smiling at her. “You are a gold metal caliber amateur.” Laughing she put her drink down and pulled me off the sofa by my tie. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her hard. “Good.” She said when we broke our kiss. “Now take your wine and sit down over there. I’ll be right back.” Roughly ten feet in front of the floor to ceiling windows there was one lone overstuffed leather chair facing out at the view. I sat as I was told to, wondering what she had in store. For the next ten minutes I sipped my wine and looked at the view while trying to tell what Becky was up to from the sounds in the bedroom. Unfortunately this was such a big place I could barely hear a thing. The next thing I know the lights turn a little brighter making the windows become opaque. In the reflection I could see Becky walking over to the stereo and pressed play for a CD. I set the remnants of my wine down and watched as Becky moved into the space in front of me and started to sway to the slow beat of the music which I quickly recognized as an Ohio swing band lead by Wolfgang Parker. The song was a slow crooning number called ‘Blood Red Water.’ This let Becky sway and grind gently to the beat. During college, Becky’s roommate paid her way through school stripping at a bar in Columbus. Becky never stripped professionally – to my knowledge – but she learned a lot from Annett. And it was obvious she had kept her skills sharp. Becky smiled at me and started to shimmy down to a crouch that showed off a new copper colored thong panties and back up with agonizingly slow movements timed to the beat of the song. Spinning and grinding to show her curves Becky reminded me of how I used to compare her to a pagan goddess of lust, showing her talents only to the true believers. Her cloths caressed her as she moved making me wonder if they were not a special design for such a dance. With that the song ended and another picked up right away. This time it was ‘Thieves in the Temple’ by Prince. The song started slow but quickly picked up the beat. With a roll of her shoulders she shrugged off her jacket, letting it slide down her arms. She shimmied it across the bottom of her rounded ass before she twirled it off and tossed it in a corner. As she moved around the floor she was reflected by the windows letting me see her from all angles. On the next strong beat she ripped away her skirt leaving herself in her calf length boots and a copper colored bustier with the matching lace panties. The panties clung to her curves like they were painted on and had a wide strip of lace that wrapped around her waist to meet the thong coming up between her cheeks. Around this time the music faded into a song I could not identify, some techno number that provided a strong pulse for her to bump and grind to. And she performed beautifully to the music moving ever closer to me. She removed one boot by bending over towards the windows right in front of me and unzipping it so she could step out. The next boot she placed on the arm of my chair and bumped her pelvis to the beat of the song while I unzipped it. Now unencumbered by footwear she continued to dance around my chair. At times I had to watch her reflection as she danced behind me only to come back around. The music shifted to a slower song and she moved in time to sit on my lap, her back to my chest. Resting against me her hips continued to move, giving me one of the best lap dances of my life. I let my hands roam freely over her form moving from legs to neck and back. She took my hand and guided it to the Velcro fastener for her top that was hidden down the left side. The Velcro ripped down the length of her bustier and exposed her torso to me for the first time this trip. Her breast spilled out into my hands which were eager to feel their weight. Becky has wonderful breast with small sensitive nipples that beg to be rubbed, sucked and plucked. “My little slut sure knows how to dance.” I breathed before bending down to nibble at her neck. Breathing into my ear Becky whispered, “I want to suck you.” “Please.” Was my only response. She let her body slide to the floor and turned on her knees to face me. Attacking my belt and zipper with ferocity she quickly had my pants opened and pulled out my hard cock. “God I’ve missed you.” She said rubbing her cheek against the soft skin of the shaft. When she looked up at me a string of pre-cum sparkled on her cheek. She gave the shaft several long strokes as it rose to its full size. Her middle finger barely met her thumb around the girth as she moved up to take my head into her mouth. With a sigh of pleasure I watch as she sunk down taking my shaft deep into her mouth. With a second effort she had me pressed into the back of her throat and then on the next downward plunge she swallowed all nine inches of me locking her lips around the base of my shaft. Becky is the only woman I’ve been with who could deep throat me. She stayed down on my cock, massaging it with her neck muscles, before finally coming up for air. Moving her mouth down from my shaft she licked my shaved balls while fisting the rest of my meat. Then, knowing me like she does, Becky moves lower to lick first the patch of skin behind my sack and then rim my asshole with her playful tongue. I relished the sensations she sent coursing through my body with her practiced tongue. Slowly she moved back up to take my shaft in her mouth and establishes a steady rhythm that matches the song currently playing. Her mouth and tongue work over the top of my cock while her hand slides tightly over the rest of me. Becky had me on edge with her amazing mouth, but it was when she worked the middle finger of her other hand into my ass and massaged my prostate that I lost control and came before I could say anything. Even without warning Becky swallowed down most of my lode before coming up for air. Sitting back between my legs Becky smiled like a cat who got the cream. Her eyes a bright gold that only happens when she is pleased with herself. I pulled her up and licked the thin stream of my spunk that escaped her lips before kissing her deeply. Becky had, of course, saved me some cum in her mouth and we pushed it back and forth before I finally swallow my share down. I pull Becky fully onto my lap and relax for a minute with her in my arms. “Did I say gold caliber amateur?” I ask. “Make that world class grandmaster.” “So do you think you can keep up with the master?” She said laughing. “I know I can.” “Cocky, aren’t you?” “Cock will come later my dear. First I plan to eat you up.” © 2006, Greg Stevenson This story is adult fantasy through and through and may not be reposted without express permission from the author. The author (me) does not condone the described behavior in real life. Unprotected sex outside of a monogamous relationship is about as smart as assisting a blind carpenter – you are going to get hurt, maybe not this time, but some time down the line. Condoms are cheaper than healthcare. So keep a cap on your jimmy and if any guy tells you to “trust me baby” tell him you were not born yesterday. Stay safe. Stay healthy. And keep reading.