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All Night And Every Day 2
🕑 Added 2026-01-05 00:13:16 +0000 UTCHe watched her move, watched her flow, dancing as though she was caressing herself with the air that made it through her tassels and into her skimpy costume. Walker could tell she felt the heat of his constant stare, almost unpleasant in its intensity. Electrifying her, refusing to let her stay still. This wasn’t the slow, sultry undulation of her act for the crowd where she stayed cool, kept control of herself to deny the masses her passion. In the small room, trapped alone with his undeniable eyes, there was no room for that. She was on fire and he was warmed by that fire… a loop of ever-increasing intensity… she fed on his attention, burned brighter for it, was addicted to it. She moved more, swaying and thrusting her hips, jiggling her breasts, tossing her hair… anything to keep his eyes on her and have more fuel for the fire.
Soon, there was a tangible pleasure to how she moved… a sensuality so irresistible that it was autoerotic. She was so hot, so turned on, that it gave her a masturbatory jolt to move the way she did and receive more of his lust; the anticipation of being fucked by him was delicious in itself, intoxicating. She shut her eyes in ecstasy, hands reaching upward as if in the throes of sensual indulgence. She would not look much different if she were making love, her breath coming out of her hard. Swelling her tits when she inhaled until her stiff nipples made indentations in her leather bra. Her cunt wet, engorged, shooting off friction from her skintight panties with every pelvic thrust, every full-body undulation. Her dance was masturbation now, an elaborate caress of her needy clit, but it was Walker’s presence that gave her permission for it. His pleasure, his desire, his approval took away all guilt and shame, leaving only voluptuous indulgence.
Walker let himself respond. His muscles becoming rigid, sweat creasing his brow, tremors going through his corded muscles. His cock was hard and swollen, a masterful erection showing all down his pantleg. He felt Nancy’s eyes on it, her gaze quickly darting away, but returning again and again. Now he could hear her breathing, hard pants as she denied herself and indulged herself all at once. He’d made her own pleasure not a temptation but a need—now she was further tempted, drawn to another taboo that would break even harder but promised more delight. Did she dare go even further into debauchery or could she hang onto her morals, having already compromised them to such delicious effect?
Shelly came in then, bringing champagne compliments of the house. She was a pretty girl, enticing, a perfectly respectable fuck in how she held herself and in the clumsy lust she possessed. Walker wanted her, but he didn’t feel the need to own her the way he did Nancy. She was an idol to be worshipped again and again. Shelly was a song to be hummed, danced to, and forgotten when something new came on the radio.
Still, Walker saw a use for her. He took a hundred from his wad and held it out to Nancy, but made sure Shelly could see it too.
“One hundred dollars,” he said, “to jack me off.”
Nancy puffed her breath like she was exhausted. She orbited the pole like she was a predator circling her prey. “No.”
He just about heard Shelly’s tongue wetten her dry lips. “I’ll take that money,” she said breathily.
Walker tightened his grip on the bill to dissuade Shelly’s reaching hand. “And you’ll do what it takes to get it?”
Shelly nodded. “Uh-huh.”
“Then you jerk me.” Walker kept his eyes on Nancy. “And you dance.”
Shelly knelt down next to him. He felt her hand land on his thigh, then quickly move to his groin. Up to the waistband of his pants and then down into his underwear. He let a smile grace his face as her hand grasped his throbbing erection. She pulled, trying to get his massive cock free of the tight trousers. Walker slowly unzipped his pants to help her in getting it out.
When she finally had his cock free, his fly unzipped and his boxers open, Shelly wrapped her hand around his thick girth and began pumping it, slow and easy, while he spread his arms along the backs of the seats and leaned back to take in Nancy. Both her dancing and how she responded to Shelly jerking him off.
“It’s so damn big,” Shelly muttered, her lips a little parted, her eyes unable to look away.
Walker patted her on the head. Nancy danced harder, no longer flowing but jerking, thrusting, working out the harsh emotions of her envy as Shelly did what she would not admit she wanted to do.
Shudders of divine enjoyment ran through Walker’s body. He shivered even with the warmth of his lust still sizzling inside him. Shelly’s fist tightened on his hard cock. She rolled her hand up and down his length, coaxing him towards orgasm. Walker was plenty turned on, but so focused on Nancy that Shelly’s hand was like a trifling appetizer next to a vast hunger. Still, the physicality of it could not help but prove effective. He shut his eyes to let his climax better approach, his balls churning and throbbing with the fullness Nancy had given him. Even in blind darkness, he still had the knowledge that Nancy danced for him, that her heavy breathing was out of her want for him, and that the heat he felt coursing through the air was of her frustration with him not watching him, him enjoying Shelly over her.
He opened his eyes a crack.
“Dance for how you want me to look at you,” Walker said. He was still looking at Nancy. “Dance and get the look on my face that’ll make you come later, when you’re touching yourself and thinking of this, the way I know you want to right now.”
Her long golden hair fell like a silken curtain down between her bare shoulder blades. It whipped around her head as she answered the tribal thud of the music with one convulsions after another. Sometimes she thrust herself against the pole, embracing it like a lover, still for a moment but not recovering her breath. Walker appreciated the stillness. Gleaming with sweat and heaving with exertion—she had to bear so much sensation, now that she was without the distant remove she usually kept herself at, the baseness of her surroundings draining the eroticism out of what she did. It was clear that there was nothing cheap about Nancy, nothing in her akin to the Playboy centerfold she dressed like. Her full breasts and curved hips could not have been more studiously perfected if they were carved from marble. She had the precision of a dancer, the sensuality of a whore, and the innocence of a child. It was mad, a paradox… transcendental. The Virgin Mother couldn’t be more of a contradiction than this girl-child who could be as vixenish as a bitch and as holy as a goddess. Who could have anything she wanted, yet seemed to wish only to dance and be loved for how she moved.
“Two hundred dollars,” Walker said, holding up another bill. “To make yourself come right now.”
Nancy shook her head. “I’m not a whore.”
“Does it matter what you are, as long as you get to come?”
“When I touch myself, it’s just for me. It wouldn’t feel good if I was doing it for money.”
“You’re doing this for money. Does it feel good?”
“I’m doing it for you.”
“Two hundred dollars to shut your eyes and not see me come.”
Nancy opened her mouth, then bit her lip. So ready to say yes, then doubtful…
“Do it, Nanc!” Shelly snapped, eager to see Nancy denied.
Nancy shut her eyes.
Shelly felt the jerking of his prick signaling orgasm, heard him suck in a deep breath of air and knew he was trying not to vocalize his release. She gripped his spurting member hard, feeling the thrum that went with every launch. The sight fascinated her; cum jetting from his fat cockhead in long, lazy spurts. Seeming to hang in the air, floating down to splatter on the floor. She kept pumping and Walker provided her with more of what she wanted from him, spewing forth his ejaculate, prick burning hot in her palm. She was amazed at how much of a load she had. Walker trembled and shook in orgasm, watching Nancy, infecting her with his desire. He could see her eyelids twitching, movement beneath them, her thoughts clearly ferocious as his ejaculation burst towards her and fell short, leaving her untouched on her pole. Inviolate but also unsatisfied. The rich musk of it bringing goosepimples out of her supple skin. Finally, he released his last burst of seed and his cock sagged in Shelly’s hand in welcome relenting. It had almost hurt to come so hard.
“Can I open my eyes now?” Nancy asked, her voice quivering, not able to summon up the same dissatisfaction that was written on her lovely face.
