Not Meant Forever
written by:
Eccentric Diva

My name is Rayanne and I am a 24 year old female with a healthy mind, healthy body, and a healthy appetite for the fruits of life. Being that I am a tall, beautiful brunette, I know how easily I can arouse men with my body, and I used my sexy assets for a while to make some extra money dancing as a stripper. This is a story about the hot sex and deep feelings I had for a certain gentleman that I danced for, and this is how it all started.

I don't particularly care much for lawyers. They always strike me as arrogant and high strung, but the one that I am about to tell about was far from it. Working as a stripper, I have met just about every type of man out there; some are shy, some are kind and generous, and some are total ass holes. Bottom line, they all come to be entertained. They all love to see me working my body with sensuous moves to the music that I am dancing to, and they all would love to fuck me. Dancing on stage was great for my ego, it kept me in shape, helped me pay my overdue bills, and it was a hell of a lot more exciting than my 9 to 5 day job behind a desk.

It was a Friday night, the club was packed, and I was in a super sexy frame of mind in the dressing room, getting into my little two-piece as time was ticking down to my turn of getting on the stage. Moments later as I stood behind the curtain I heard the announcer introduce me. "All right guys, this is what you been waiting for - the tall, sexy brunette with legs that never end and she loves to wrap them around that pole. You know who I'm talking about! Let's hear it for -- Rayanne..."

The applause, whistles and cat calls overshadowed my favorite Bob Seger song, "Her Strut" as I strutted to the beat out onto the stage and slithered my way up that pole like a long, slender snake. Eight feet from the hard surface of the stage floor I wrapped my legs around that steel pole and lowered myself backwards with my torso twisting and turning until my long dark hair hung straight down from my head. I used my hands a lot, running them along my curves and as I hung upside down I scanned the patrons around the stage, all of them with their eyes glued on me and I noticed one in particular who stood out from the rest, and he was extremely handsome.

I paid special attention to this one. When I was still high on the pole and heard the roar of the men around me as I removed my top, my eyes were looking at his. I did my usual slow slide back down the pole as I ran my hands over my breasts on the way down. The shoulders of my back touched the floor first, then the rest of me followed as I remained on my back, still rubbing my breasts and rocking my hips to the beat of the music. Dollar bills started dropping around me along with the noisy mix of whistles and shouts as I pouted my lips and arched my back and pinched my nipples.

Watching me using my fingers to arouse my nipples aroused the men sitting around me all the more, and it was time for me to get up close and personal with those who waved money in their hands. When the first song ended and another immediately followed, I turned onto my belly and rose up on my hands and knees and crawled like a sexy cougar to my first overly anxious customer.

"Turn around and show me that sexy ass, baby," he said, waving a couple of bills in his hand. I raised and turned. Still on my knees, I reached behind me and pulled my hair up while grinding and swaying my ass like a cathedral bell in front of his face.

"Oh honey, I'd love to taste the butter between those buns," I heard him say. I hear a lot of comments from men when I dance up close to them. Some get pretty grizzly but most of the time they are humorous to me. This comment I never heard before but it seemed tasteful enough to me to turn my head to him and say, "I'm sure you'd find it quite tasty!"

"I don't doubt that a bit," he responded and tucked the bills under the waistband of my thong. He knew the rules. Customers are not allowed to touch beyond slipping money under the waistband of my thong. Of course, there are those men who like to get as close as they can to my sex and I end up having to slap a few hands most every night, but that's how the game is played.

I moved to a second man who had money clasped between his lips. I knew what he wanted. He was a regular on Friday nights and had a heated fetish for my nicely rounded titties, that's what he liked to call them. He was a very generous tipper, always with a 20 dollar bill in his mouth, so I always gave him a little more than what I would give to most. I knelt in front of him, settling my ass on the hills of my feet. Then I leaned back and wiggled my shoulders, shaking my tits the way he loves to watch them shake. Then I leaned forward and held my breasts in my hands and rubbed my cleavage in his face, grateful that he was clean shaven because I hate men with irritating whiskers when I do this sort of thing. I let him get a few good sniffs of my sweet perfume along with the few soft rubs of my flesh against his cheeks before I squeezed my breasts together to grab the money between his lips and slowly pull away.

I continued to go from man to man, always on my knees, letting most of them deposit their money between my tits until I was back on my feet again doing the last part of my dance. The extremely handsome man that I first noticed when I was hanging from the pole was the last man I went to.

"What's your pleasure?" I asked as I slowly moved with the beat.

His deep blue eyes up close nearly stopped my heart as a slow smile curled his lips. He then eased a twenty dollar bill under the waistband of my thong and the mere touch of his knuckles against my skin made my belly quiver. I felt stupid for that brief moment and nearly lost sight of what I was doing, and I was hoping he didn't notice that or hear the small gasp he caused me to make when his knuckles grazed me.

"I would like a lap dance after you're finished dancing here on the stage," he said. It was the first time I heard his voice and he carried his words in a smooth and sexy way.

"I'd like that too," I answered, my words not so smooth and sexy but sounding more like I was choking on them.

I stood up and worked towards the finale of my dance which included removing my thongs and showing some pink which always rained more money towards my feet. I slid my back down the pole, bending at the knees until my ass settled against the floor while spreading my legs and giving the men what they wanted to see most of all, the pink folds of my clean shaven pussy. Dancing naked on a stage in front of a bunch of lustful men always excites me to the point it makes my pussy wet. Just before ending my performance and gathering up the money from the dance floor that was thrown to me, I always take a dollar bill from the floor and wipe my pussy with it. Then I hand it to one lucky customer for his keeping so he can smell it, eat it, or do what ever he wants with it. On this night, I handed the bill to the handsome man who asked me for the lap dance.

A loud applause followed as I walked briskly off the stage wearing nothing but my stilettos and holding my two-piece outfit and the money I gathered against my bosom. Back in the dressing room I slipped my top and bottoms back on and counted up the money. It totaled 140 dollars. Not bad for one dance, but my mind wasn't on the money as much as it was about getting back to that stunningly handsome man who was waiting for a lap dance. After carefully placing my earnings into my little lock box, I slipped my fishnet chemise over what I was wearing and headed back out into the club.

Another girl was doing her dance on the stage when I walked around to the seat where the fellow waiting for his lap dance was sitting, and my heart began to sink when I discovered he was no longer sitting there. I looked around, feeling a large cloud of despair hanging over me that he might have changed his mind and left the club. But as I made my way towards the back tables I was relieved to see that he was sitting alone at one as he was waving me over.

"Hi there," I said, sounding breathless with relief.

"Hi yourself. Take a seat. You look hot."

"Yeah, sorry. I get a little sweaty when I'm up on stage."

"No, I mean, you look hot - like in totally fucking sexy."

"Oh, ha-ha," I laughed, feeling stupid again. "You look pretty sexy yourself," I added, hoping I could quickly erase my blunder.

"Well, I appreciate those kind words coming from a beautiful young lady."

"You're making yourself sound ancient," I laughed. "How old are you?"

"I'm 42. How old are you?" he asked.

"Twenty-two. So what's a mere 20 years?" I asked before I perched a cigarette between my lips and lit it.

"Smoking is not good for your health," he said to me as he reached over and took the cigarette from my lips.

"So are you a doctor?" I asked as I watched him snuff out my freshly lit cigarette in the ashtray.

"No, I'm a lawyer, and smoking doesn't become you."

He was chiding me, and even though I didn't like it, I knew he was right. I don't know what made me take that nasty habit up in the first place. "I'm really trying to quite," I told him, trying not to spoil the moment.

"What kind of lawyer are you?"

"Corporate. Is dancing what you do for a living?"

"No, I have a day job. I do this for the extra money, plus - I enjoy dancing..."

"And showing off your goodies?" he broke in.

"Well - it goes with the territory."

He smiled and said, "Hands down, you are the most beautiful woman in here. Is Rayanne your stage name?"

"No, it's my real name, but I like using it for my stage name too."

"It does have a nice ring to it. Are you married?"

"No," I answered.

"I am," he said. "Does that bother you?"

"Should it? I mean, half the men in here are married, or have girlfriends."

"I still want that lap dance. How much is it?"

"Seventy-five."

"How far does seventy-five bucks take me?"

"You get three songs, or around fifteen minutes."

"Well then, let's do it," he said and stood up from his chair.

I stood and led him around the black wall to the private area in the back where there are several booths line up for lap dances. I led him to the very last booth which had a comfortable chair for him to sit on. Before he sat, he pulled a hundred and fifty dollars from his wallet and handed it to me, telling me that he wanted at least a half and hour of time with me, and maybe more if I am really good. I took the money and placed it on the little ledge on one of the walls while he made himself comfortable in the chair.

"I want you to take everything off, but you can leave your stilettos on," he told me.

That was fine with me and did just like he asked. I then started dancing to the music that was playing; standing, turning, sitting on his lap with my back facing him, then turning and facing him while sitting on his lap. I used all my sexy moves while grinding myself on his lap and found myself really enjoying it since I was so attracted to him.

The main rule of lap dancing is that the customer isn't allowed to touch any part of my body, but I could touch him if he wanted. Like most men, he was very permissive, and it didn't take long before I found myself crawling all over him, sometimes pressing his face between my breasts. I wanted so bad for him to just break the rule and bite my nipple. I could tell he had a great body under that fancy business suit. I got so turned on by this guy, I got down on my knees, spread his legs and started licking him through his pants. I got so hot for this guy, I was ready to break the rules myself and lay on my back for him and ask him to fuck me. About two hundred and twenty-five dollars later, he finally decided it was about time for him to go home to his wife, and at the end of the night I went home to my empty bed with him on my mind and the scent of his cologne and the magic of his eyes engraved in my memory.

A few weeks later he came back to the club a half an hour before closing. Again I danced for him, still finding myself wanting to fuck him so bad, even though I made it a rule not to date or sleep with a customer. When I finished dancing for him, I thought about asking him his name. Usually I don't give a shit about a customers name, but God I just wanted to get to know this guy a little better. He must have been picking up on my body language or bluntly reading my mind because he introduced himself as Brad and asked me straight out if I'd like to get a room somewhere. I tried to act cool about, delaying my answer it to make him think I had a shred of dignity, while at the same I was already having sex with him in my mind. At the end of his third try in asking, I accepted.

We left together as soon as I finished up my business at the club. I got into his car with him, a really cool Mercedes and we drove to a nearby hotel. When we got to the room, we laid down on the bed beside each other. We talked for a few minutes and when I looked up at him, he was staring right into my eyes. Again my heart seemed to stop and my body lingered with anticipation for his touch. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't take my eyes off this hot guy!

He moved slowly towards me and started kissing me like I never been kissed before. My lips felt like they were melting off my face as he pressed his soft, sexy lips to mine. His tongue entered my mouth and instantly I felt a tingling in my pussy. I groaned and rolled over on top of him and pushed my pelvis into his. I could feel his erection growing inside his dress pants, making me hot to grind my pussy against it. I also felt a puddle of juice developing between my legs and I knew my pussy was ripe and ready for him, but I wanted to taste him first. Without hesitating I got up, took his hand in mine, walked him over to the chair next to the wall and sat him down on it.

"There is no charge for this one, Brad," I said as I began to undo his belt and pulled down on his zipper. After taking down his pants and his drawers, I looked down to see his beautiful hard cock pointing up at the ceiling.

"Do you like what you see, Rayanne?" he asked in a rather proud tone of voice. He was seriously endowed, about the same size as my largest dildo.

"I'd rather show you how much I like it," I said just before I lowered and wrapped my lips around it. I cradled his scrotum with the palm of my hand and stroked his cock with my other hand as I started sucking on his thick, spongy mushroom. I felt his balls climbing up his sack and I could taste the dew of his secretion when I sucked his cock deeper into my mouth. Just having his cock in my mouth excited my hunger to the point that I sucked and licked until he shoved me away to keep himself from coming. He wasn't ready yet. He wanted more of me and I definitely needed more of him.

Without saying a word, he slipped off his shoes and kicked his pants and underwear aside, then he took me back over to the bed, and as we stood, he unbuttoned my blouse. It floated to the floor after he slipped it from my shoulders. Then he kissed me and I closed my eyes and let his kiss intoxicate me. Our tongues mingled and I fell up against him. My hand reached down for his stiff cock that I just had to hold while his hands roamed my back and his fingers unhooked my bra. He broke the kiss and stood me straight, then pulled the bra away. I have gotten so used to taking off my bra and revealing my breasts to groups of men I almost forgot what it was like to have a man take my bra from me and watch his eyes enjoying the fruits of my tree. I felt more naked than ever and I loved it, it excited me and my nipples showed it. I loved it even more when he caressed my breasts and introduced his lips to my love craving nipples for the first time.

He told me he loved what was between my legs as he backed me towards the bed. Then he settled me upon the bed and took off my shoes and jeans with my panties to follow. Naked and trembling, I eased myself to the middle of the mattress, stretched back and waited for him to fill me with his big, beautiful cock while I watched him watching me until he finished undressing. He was so beautiful, his body so fit! I had a feeling he was having the same sort of thoughts about me as I spread my legs, thinking he would climb between them to mount me, but he went between them to lick my pussy instead. He kissed the lips of my pussy like he kissed the lips of my mouth, and used his tongue the same way. I purred and moved in ways that made him feel like my pussy was kissing him back. Then he started on my clit and I lost control, sounding audible gasps of pleasure as my legs began to quiver, and like Brad, I didn't want to lose it right away and pushed him away before he could burst my dam.

"No?" he asked like a disappointed little boy looking up at me from between my thighs.

"No, baby. Not yet," I said to him, running my fingers through the tight curly thickets of his hair.

He smile and lowered a kiss upon my abdomen, then upward to my navel that he licked to the point it made me giggle.

"Ticklish, are you?" he asked, and dipped his tongue in my button again.

"Stop! Don't do that!" I giggled a bit more louder.

He crawled up closer. "What do you want me to do then? Do you want me to finger your pussy?" Suddenly his hand was at my crotch. I let out a groan and my ass lifted from the sheets to the sensation of his middle finger sinking into my vagina. Then as if one finger wasn't enough, he accompanied it with his index finger. "Is that what you want, baby?"

"Ah - yeah. I like that," I said in a breathy response to the feel of his fingers deepening towards my G-spot.

"What else do you want me to do? Do you want me to suck those luscious tits?" he asked, but didn't wait for an answer before sucking my right nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it. He went from one heightened breast to the other while he fingered my heated pussy, and all I could do was squirm and moan to his foreplay before I reached for his cock and stroked him.

"Oh you want that too?" he asked as he felt my fingers tightening around his thick shaft.

"Yes," I gasped.

"Tell me where you want it baby?"

"I want it in my pussy."

"I can't hear you."

I knew he was toying with me. He wanted me to beg for it. I grabbed the back of his head by his hair and pulled his ear close to my mouth, then I said, "I want your cock inside my pussy. I want you to fuck me deep and hard."

He smiled and said, "I knew that."

Finally, the moment arrived that I had been waiting for. He settled between my legs and pushed his hard cock inside me. "Oh - mmmmm," I groaned and splayed my legs wide beneath him, feeling his long shaft stretching the walls of my vagina. He fucked me slowly at first, and I was feeling the ecstasy with every push of his hips. Then he fucked me harder. I caressed his wonderful body with mine and I was as slippery as ever while I ground my crotch against his, wanting every inch of his cock with every stroke. He turned out sensational in bed.

We fucked for hours, in every position possible on those wet and wrinkled sheets. I lost count of my orgasms. I might have had a dozen or more from large quakes to tiny tremors. We broke many times from intercourse for moments of appetizing oral sex. Sometimes I was doing him, or he was doing me, or we were going at it in 69. I wanted to have him in every way I could, even in my ass, which is something I rarely do. I wanted it all because I wasn't sure if this would be the first and last time I would be with him in this way. He came four times that night and left a hefty deposit in every hole, and once on my tits. All the seed he had in him was now inside of me, and smeared upon me. He made love to me the way I like it in those hot, searing, uninhibited ways.

In the end we were both exhausted. I laid my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him, praying this wouldn't be the last time I would be with him. We laid there silently together for the longest time. Finally he looked into my eyes and said, "I never met anyone like you. Seriously, I never imagined a woman can enjoy sex the way you do. I want another night with you."

I smiled with inner relief and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. He knew exactly what I wanted to hear. We got dressed and I watched the horizon turning blue as he drove me back to the club that closed hours before to pick up my car. Before I got out, we started kissing again. The last thing I wanted to do was to open that door and get out of his car. We nearly made love again before I grabbed the handle and let myself out.

For the next few months, Brad would show up at the club on any given night. He'd watch me dance, and I would spend time with him at a table when I wasn't mingling or doing lap dances for other men. At the end of those nights we would always leave together, usually back to that same hotel for long heated sessions of sex. Sometimes we wouldn't go to the hotel and he would drive me somewhere and we would do it in his car.

I always wanted him so much I would do anything he wanted. I would suck his cock on command, anytime, anywhere. Once, when we left the club, we walked around to the dark side of the building and he let me suck him to completion. His cum was always copious and thick like mayo and it was so fucking hot and delicious whenever he flooded the back of my mouth at the end of a blow job that I never failed to swallow it. There were times when I never waited for him to ask, like on the way to the hotel, I would unfasten my seat belt and lean over in the front seat and suck his cock along the way. Mmm, those were good times!

Brad knew full well that my pussy was always ready and available for him. And I never questioned him about his married life. The less I knew about that, the better it was for me. I just knew that if he wasn't married, I could easily unleash my heart to him, and at times it was hard keeping my heart from melting for him. It was a lovely relationship, but at the same time a lonely relationship. In my loneliest moments I would cry over it, but I never let him see me cry. Outside of our physical sex I never let him know how I felt about him on the inside.

I'm not sure exactly what happened after that. He started coming less frequently to the club. It seemed like maybe he just didn't have time for me anymore. Then came the time that he just never came around anymore. I'm positive it was mostly about sexual gratification for him. For me it went a lot deeper than that. I guess somewhere along the way I actually did fall in love with him. I had a feeling that maybe he was falling in love with me too, and maybe that's why he quit coming around. At least it makes me feel better in remembering him in that way.