**Author's Note: Though we are going through a pandemic and most are staying home, I am an essential personnel and so still working so my stories will be coming at not the same frequency but expect delays. I hope everyone stays well and healthy! This story takes place in the same universe as my previous series "Cat Scratch Fever".
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Ebony had never been to any kind of strip club before tonight. She knew of course the strip clubs with women as the entertainment had an environment that was much more controlled, reserved even. Male bouncers watching the male customers to make sure they behave and don't get aggressive or harass the girls working. All very disciplined.
The Scratching Post didn't have such restraints. Ebony saw women giving the male strippers blow jobs, the males fingering the girls, women grinding on the males' naked cocks while one woman licked whip cream off of his nipples. Most of this was not even on stage! Ebony could even see a male stripper pummeling a woman against the wall while the woman moaned passionately. The sound was drowned out by the club music but Ebony could see the glow about her face even in the shadows of the disco lights.
The musky smell of cheap sex, sweat, and faded cologne assaulted her senses. Ebony fought the rise of bile in her throat. Why did her nose have to be so sensitive? Her tastebuds and nose helped her business to be successful but right now they were making her want to run out of that place.
Ebony had no idea why she came out tonight. But Amara and Suki insisted. Ebony worked too hard. She was a consummate pastry chef and her bakery was a success. The best mixed berry strudels in Chicago. She owned Delice et Chocolat with a partner David Gonzola but Ebony never took time off. She was 28 years old and hadn't had a date or gotten laid in 4 years.
Suki and Amara were fellow chefs who worked at her restaurant. Suki was a tall and lithe Asian woman with dyed blond hair that framed her long yet elegant face and small yet plush mouth. Amara was a black woman with a statuesque figure with a rocking booty and firm round 36 B breasts, perky and high on her chest. Ebony was the only short round one. An hourglass figure with curves in the right places and yet she felt like her parts would fall out in the tight wrap dress her friends urged her into.
Ebony enjoyed being a chef. She loved making dishes, tasting them, giving them her special spin. A few past boyfriends have called her fat and had told her she should lose weight. Cooking was the only constant in her life and the only part she felt she had any control over. Strict religious parents and an emotionally, sometimes physically abusive older brother who grew meaner since the car accident left him unable to walk. He was a football star in high school but one drunken drive later he became bitter with the prospect of being an invalid. Ebony felt sorry for him... at first. The accident did nothing to humble him. Running away at 16 she found solace in working in a restaurant.
From there she became a culinary genius and was able to gain her own independence. But when it came to romance, Ebony was never one to take the initiative. Suki and Amara were both outgoing and extroverted. They always pushed Ebony to try new things. Going to a male strip club was only one of their latest adventures. They meant well, however, Ebony felt totally out of place.
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Saber loved shy girls. In every shy girl there's a voracious sex kitten purring underneath. If one is patient enough to discover her that is... The one sitting with 2 other girls in the corner of the club seemed especially shy. She had long curly dark hair, the kind that Saber liked to wrap around his fist while he rode a woman hard. The woman wore a simple crimson wrap dress. The dress hugged her curves like a long time lover. The deep red contrasting against her alabaster skin.
She looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but here. A notorious male strip club where every male stripper was a cat shifter aptly named "The Scratching Post". Every man was muscular, sleek and sinewy with tattoos and piercings. Saber's tattoos were two tigers fighting, one white the other black in a yin-yang fashion on his back and then there were the kiss marks tattooed on his rippling stomach. One was just above his cock. Girls found it kinky. And then there were the tattoos he was less fond of but he was required to have: the tiger stripes along his arms that marked him as a tiger. Big, powerful, and fierce. Born with the urge to make a woman come multiple ways until he was spent all over her.
Saber returned his attention to the shy woman and her friends. Her two friends were the exact opposite of her. Her one friend was a slender Asian with blond hair and plush red lips and high cheek bones while the other was black with a boy's cut and her hair was dyed pink and she had a nose ring. She reminded Saber of a picture he saw of the bust of Nefertiti, a regal profile and a head made for a crown.
While they drooled and whistled at the sexy mouth watering man meat dancing on stage, the brunette was trying to curl into a ball while nursing a pink drink with a lemon floating in it. The drink was more ice than liquor.
Alvis, a white tiger shifter with the same tiger stripe tattoos on his arms, walked over to the trio wearing his winning "I'm-so-sexy" smile complete with "Fuck-me" eyes in nothing but tight zippable leather pants. He had a certain arrogant swagger that Saber found laughable but most of the female customers loved it. His white muscles glistening with glitter, sweat and AXE body spray, Alvis sauntered over to the trio. The blond Asian gave him a provocative smirk while pulling the front of his leather pants and stuffing a $20 bill down in there.
The white tiger swayed his hips in a slow hypnotic rhythm. He seemed to catch the shy brunette's attention who then averted her gaze, her face dark with a flush of embarrassment. The black woman with pink hair leaned back as Alvis unbuttoned the top of his tight leather pants to reveal the blue thong he always wore underneath. The blonde asian woman boldly leaned forward and licked his rippling stomach. Alvis leaned over the black woman while stroking the Asian woman's face. He pressed his crotch against the black woman's womanhood and she writhed beneath him. The black woman answered with her fingers clawing down his back to stroking over his round clenching ass.
Saber chortled. The mousy woman blushed bright red at the brazen sexual display. She was adorable. But he felt a twisting in his stomach when Alvis tried to entice the shy woman. The white tiger left the other woman and sauntered over to the blushing brunette. Saber felt a possessiveness burn inside that he had never felt before.
Alvis stroked the shy woman's dark curls, the brush of his fingers making her quiver, but not with desire. The white tiger leaned forward whispering encouragements in the woman's ear. One of her friend's gave Alvis $200. Saber knew what that meant. A private show. He should leave it alone. He had customers too. A few regulars came tonight and wanted their own private show. But...
Saber made his way to the back where the champagne rooms were. He might regret this but his gut had never been wrong before. Besides the thought of that angel being man handled by Alvis who was known to be aggressive made his inner beast growl with outrage.
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The stripper, Alvis, was persistent.
"I promise you'll enjoy this, baby girl," Alvis flashed his million dollar grin. Other girls would have swooned but it only made Ebony uneasy. He reminded her of Gaston from "Beauty and the Beast". Handsome, strong yet a beast lay within and would pounce at the slightest provocation.
So Ebony sat there trying to sink into the expensive leather seats that curved around a single round stage with a pole in the middle. Alvis was acting as if nothing was wrong; that she was just playing hard to get. What girl wouldn't want to be stuck in a room with him?
For a while Ebony tried her best to get into it. She played along, giggling but inside there was a panic building, tightening her chest. It's not that she was a prude. There were nights where she would wear out her vibrator thinking of men in X-rated ways but she never liked one night stands or found sleazy hook ups appealing. They left her hollow and lonely. She wanted companionship but not many modern, feminists tended to be sympathetic to the idea. Especially not Suki and Amara. They believed that women should use men sexually just as women were used. But Ebony didn't dare voice her problem with such flawed logic.
Alvis straddled her thighs, his crotch close to her face. She was assaulted with the scent of sweaty Axe body spray and aggressive musk that made her stomach churn. Her nose was too sensitive for this place... for this guy. In reflex, Ebony pushed at him putting the stripper off balance making him land on his behind.
"Sorry," she apologized quickly while standing up. "So sorry but... this isn't me. You can keep the money of course." Alvis emitted a low growl. Then an unpleasant musk hit her nose. It was dark and pungent. It made Ebony dizzy and not in a flirtatious swoon kind of way. The male's growl of outrage turned to a lecherous, evil leer.
"Slow down, sweet cakes," Alvis spoke smoothly. He saw the flash of fear in the woman's eyes. The white tiger admitted to himself that he may have been too strong. He could salvage this. It's just that no woman had ever refused him. Not for long anyway. He took a deep breath and flashed his best charming smile. This woman was playing hard to get. Yeah. That was definitely it. However, to Ebony he looked every bit the wild jungle cat on the hunt ready to rip her to shreds. "There's no need to be shy."
Ebony tried to calmly reach for the door of the champagne room, "I'll send one of my friends in here. I'm not the kind of girl who pays guys to... have fun with though I respect your profession—"
Alvis grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. His hostile scent made Ebony ill. She could see that her fear excited him. His eyes turned amber and he growled with predatory intent. His grin widened and she could swear she saw his canines sharpen, his muscles flexing preparing for the strike.
"I see," he pressed his pelvis into hers to make her feel his growing erection. "So that's the game you wanna play? Alright... you want the rough treatment."
"No please—"
"Just a nibble and you'll be head over heels, baby..."
"Alvis."
She and Alvis looked to see another male stripper with golden eyes burning with animal rage. His voice was deep and rough filled with authority that made Ebony weak in the knees. She shouldn't want to run to him, from one aggressive male to another, but there was something about him... something in his eyes changed when they looked at her. They were asking her silently if she needed help and she answered back a quiet 'yes'.
"Get out, Saber," Alvis snarled. "We're conducting business."
"Really?" Saber looked back and forth between them then said with utmost casualness. "It doesn't seem like she's enjoying said business."
"She's playing hard to get is all," Alvis shrugged, tightening his grip on Ebony's wrist. Saber caught the wince and Ebony saw him bristle with the rage of the beast he kept inside.
"Let her go, Alvis," Saber spoke calmly yet his tone belied the danger beneath.
Alvis studied the rival tiger for a moment. Ebony could feel the animosity between the two males. It made her stomach twist and made it difficult to breathe. Luckily Alvis decided to let the matter go. Giving a snort and a cruel smile to Ebony he pulled her from the wall then threw her to Saber who caught her. He wrapped his arms around her in a protective yet possessive grip.
"Take the frigid bitch!" Alvis snorted.
Ebony felt the man named Saber caress her face, his thumb rubbing against her cheek as he murmured soothing incoherent words into her scalp. She was surrounded by a comforting scent. Sandalwood and mint with the subtle hint of aroused male. The heat of his body was like being wrapped in the rays of a summer sun. Not overwhelming or humid but protective and safe.
"Are you alright?" the man whispered. His lips brushed at the shell of her ear. It shot a quiver down her spine. His voice was deep, smoky and raised the hairs on Ebony's body. Reluctantly yet slowly Ebony pushed out of the circle of the male stripper's arms to get a good look at him. Whoa...
"Y-Yeah," she stammered. The man was male perfection. His face was chiseled by angels. Features not too sharp but the softness in them were made more noticeable when he smiled. When he smiled, showing off his teeth Ebony felt a weakness in her knees. Even his teeth were perfect. White, straight, and almost luminous. He was wearing a loose fitting cruise captain outfit. He was big but not outrageously so. His muscles were natural.
His skin was sun glazed, gleaming in the subtle glint of the disco ball and neon lights. His mouth not entirely full but just ripe enough for kissing. Ebony could also see a dark shadowing on his jawline and chin. His black hair was wild, softly tussled as if he had just gotten out of bed. He seemed to tower over her but it wasn't intimidating at all. In fact, Ebony pictured herself fitting perfectly in his arms to be completely surrounded by him as she wrapped herself around him...
"You should sit down," he interrupted her thoughts. When she looked at him his right brow lifted giving her a look that told her he was reading her thoughts and it pleased him. Ebony allowed him to sit her on the leather seat. He left momentarily then returned with a glass of water. "My name is Saber."
Saber relaxed on the couch while the woman gathered her nerves. She slowly began swallowing the water. The purse of her pink lips on the glass reminded Saber of a rose bud. Would her lips be as soft as petals? Her throat muscles bobbed and moved. She licked her pink lips, still pressing them to the rim of the glass; watching the curvy brunette drinking water was the most erotic thing Saber had ever seen. He adjusted himself in his seat, his cock was making his white slacks too tight.
"Feel better?" he asked gently. She handed him back the now empty glass. He placed it on the ledge behind them.
"I don't know what came over me...," she scrunched her body on the leather couch. She looked so innocent and vulnerable. Saber wanted to wrap her in his arms again. Protect her from all the bad in the club. In the world.
"Alvis shouldn't have tried to force you," he growled in a low dangerous voice, feeling the rage boil inside him. The woman saw the darkness come over his face and inched away. Seeing her distress, Saber stretched out his arm behind her and his face became apologetic. "I'm sorry. You're safe now. And don't worry, you wouldn't be the first woman to run away from Alvis."
She gave a short wry laugh. Her whole body relaxed. So much she leaned back against his outstretched arm. Her black hair fell over his arm. Electricity surged through his body. Saber wanted so much to touch more of her.
"My name is Ebony," she finally said. Her skin flushed a bright red even visible in the low lighting of the champagne room. She was so adorable in her shyness. Saber wanted to lick every inch of her skin until the flush deepened into a velvet rose.
"Sexy name," Saber's smile became a sensual curve that had Ebony focusing intently on his mouth. "So Ebony... you don't seem the type to be in a male strip club."
"Is it that obvious?"
"I've been watching you," Saber's voice deepened into a husky timbre. "You looked like you wanted to bolt." He didn't say it in a mean or chiding way but Ebony felt the faint prick all the same.
"I'm so embarrassed," Ebony hid her face in her hands. "My friends insisted I come. I've been stuck in Delice et Chocolat for two months working on new recipes and they thought I needed some fun."
"I've heard of Delice et Chocolat," Saber leaned closer, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "A friend goes down there and brings some for the crew."
Saber watched her lips move, the subtle hint of happiness apparent when talking about her pastry restaurant. His stomach tightened at the lush lips curling into a dazzling smile. He was so entranced that he didn't notice when Ebony stopped talking. She seemed to be looking at him questioningly then she smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, sometimes my mouth runs away with me when talking about my pastry restaurant," Ebony tucked her soft curls behind her ear revealing a pink tinge on the shell. Saber felt a pulse in his groin. He wanted to trace his tongue inside the whorl of that ear, whispering naughty things to her while stroking his hands everywhere until she begged him to put his tongue in other more tender areas... Damn it! He needed to stop having these lurid images in his head.
"Never be sorry about something that obviously gives you pleasure," Saber kindly reprimanded her. Ebony looked into his eyes. Before they were amber gold weren't they? Now they were a deep velvet brown like two French chocolates melted into swirling pools.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, trying not to twirl it between her fingers like a lovestruck teenager, "None of you guys seem like the type to enjoy pastries. You're all too ripped." She blushed with those words. Saber licked his lips moistening them. He wanted to eat her up she was so adorable. And those curves were driving him to distraction.
"You have those low sugar muffins but once in a while I like to indulge in a few Boston Cream Puffs," Saber boldly ran his finger tips through her black hair. They were like silken strands that ran a jolt of awareness through his skin, imagining her trailing that hair down his body.
"You have a sweet tooth?" she asked, her breath hitching at his nearness, his fingertips. How did he get so close that their thighs were on the verge of touching.
"Oh yeah," Saber's voice grew thicker, molten chocolate that shot down her spine in tingling awareness. "A big sweet tooth..."
They sat in silence, the beat of the music being drowned out by their hearts. "I think I should be getting back to my friends and tell them that I'm heading home. I—"
Saber took hold of her arm. A flash of panic hit him at the thought of her leaving. He wanted her to stay with him. But he saw the slight uncertainty in her gray eyes and took a deep breath to calm the possessive beast within him.
"At least get your friend's money's worth," Saber suggested smoothly. Ebony still looked uncertain but she allowed him to pull her back down onto the leather couch. Saber stood up from the circular couch, towering over her and looking incredibly sexy in his cruise captain uniform. She noticed some tattoos along his muscular arms. They were black stripes like a tiger's. Come to think of it Alvis had the same tattoos. Other male strippers had different animal-like tattoos. Some had jaguar spots, others some leonine features. She wondered what they meant.
"I don't know...," Ebony shifted in her seat. A warmth developed between her thighs making them clench. Her mind was telling her to run but her body was getting achy, her nipples growing taut in the lacy bra she squeezed them into, her womb clenching with some anticipation. It had been a while since she had been aroused like this.
"If at any point you feel uncomfortable... then we'll stop," Saber knelt at her feet, his rippling tattooed arms on either side of her hips, looking up at her with his pleading chocolate eyes. "Please stay..." He gave a little smoky laugh that touched Ebony in her heated core. "I feel like I need to make up for the fiasco dance Alvis did earlier."
His nearness was messing with her mind. Ebony couldn't get enough of his scent. A fresh musk, dominant, possessive yet she felt secure and her mouth watered. The corners of her mouth quirked up shyly as she gave a small nod. Saber's grin was so wide that Ebony's body flushed and her stomach fluttered.
"You won't be sorry, Sugar," Saber drawled and Ebony saw a golden flash within his deep brown eyes of molasses.
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A part of Saber loved his job. He liked how he could seduce a woman with just a swing of his hips. It was exciting to feel her worship him with her eyes as he tantalized her with his movements. The tiger shifter started to dance to the slow beat. Even in the low lighting he could see Ebony's ivory skin illuminate a giddy rose. She looked down at her folded hands in her lap. Her whole body clenched.
Saber approached her, his stride slow yet confident. With a gentle nudge of his finger he lifted her chin so that she would look at him. His thumb traced languidly across her mouth, feeling the silkiness of her lips made his cock throb.
"Just take a deep breath, Sugar," Saber's voice had grown gravelly. His eyes focused on her so intensely she felt that he could see right through her clothes. Ebony's lips parted and her tongue flicked out of its own volition to swipe at the calloused pad of his thumb. The male's breath hitched then he growled... or was that a purr?
Saber stepped back a few. She could see him struggling to breathe calmly. There was a thickness in the air between them. An electricity that made every cell within Ebony come alive. The male started, his eyes locked onto her as his body moved subtly. Male stripping was very different from female stripping. Women had other assets like breasts and were much more flexible. Their arousal wasn't obvious like a male's, not like this one's, noticing the bulge. But to have a sexy man strip for you, trying to excite you, entice you with his body felt... empowering to Ebony. Especially with the way this one was looking at her, like a queen he wanted to worship.
Stop that! Ebony admonished herself. It was his job to make a woman feel wanted. She concentrated on the moment instead of her self doubt. The male stripper with the tiger stripes unbuttoned his shirt with nimble fingers and a sexy-as-hell smirk. With each new step he took off a button until his shirt was open, the flaps like curtains carelessly let loose in the breeze. It revealed a bit but not enough. Just enough skin for Ebony to sweat over.
In the colorful lights Ebony saw hard muscle. A rippling stomach like a washboard. Golden skin stretched tight with all the allure of satin. With the subtle undulation of his hips, she could see a glimpse of another tattoo. She wondered how many tattoos she'd see on Saber tonight. His scent was driving her crazy. He was standing right in front of her. Teasing her. Daring her. Then boldly Saber's legs widened allowing him to lightly straddle her knees.
Ebony's breath hitched as she sank back into the couch, the scent from the leather mixing with Saber's spicy maleness. She felt the heat of his body through the cotton of his slacks. Because he was wearing white and the lights were dim, his clothes were glowing neon outlining his slightly swollen crotch. Ebony licked her lips again.
"You're hungry, aren't you, Sugar?" Saber questioned huskily. He braced his hands on either side of her to help hold his balance as he ground a little bit harder on her knees. Ebony's nipples throbbed along with her clit, feeling like they were on fire. She could feel her breasts swell with desire and her skin heat and grow sensitive. The musky spice of him made her hunger all right. She wanted to lick every inch of his skin.
"Go on," Saber encouraged thickly, his voice a little breathless. "Touch me. I need you to." Hypnotized by his smoky, dark voice, Ebony reached up and lightly stroked her fingers against his chest, down to his rippled stomach. Her fingers cool on his hot skin, Saber grew harder, pulsing with each erotic touch. The woman grew bolder, laying her palms flat on his chest, moving outward to circle his nipples with curious finger tips.
Saber's body tingled. His nipples pebbled as the pad of her fingers rolled softly over them. A jolt shot to his groin. Suddenly he pulled back.
"Did I hurt you?" Ebony asked quickly, afraid that she ruined the moment.
"No, Sugar," Saber soothed her. "It's just if you keep touching me like that I'm sure to blow in my pants. And neither of us wants that, trust me." He leaned forward again, their faces close and intimate. "I want to make this last, sweet heart. For as long as possible."
Ebony's fingers itched to touch him again. His skin was hot and tight. She wanted to taste him like she saw the other women doing in the club with the other males. But she controlled herself. Her core grew hotter by degrees as Saber turned around then began removing his shirt. He did it in a slow, sensual movement allowing Ebony to see the marble perfection of his back muscles as he removed the white captain's shirt.
Her mouth went dry. Her eyes traveled down, lining every sinewy cord of muscle that coiled like snakes. Tautly knitted together like a Michelangelo sculpture. That's when she noticed the yin-yang tiger tattoo on his middle back. A black tiger circled a white tiger, each one prowling and snapping at the other's tail. It was a breathtaking picture and so life like. The male turned around to reveal his other tattoos; three kiss marks on his rippling stomach. Ebony's lips spread into a smile as she giggled.
"What's so funny, Sugar?" Saber's brow lifted curiously, still incredibly sexy. He approached as Ebony continued to giggle.
"The kiss tattoos," she answered, much more relaxed. "Are those an 'x' marks the spot kind of thing?"
Saber's face lit up with a carnal grin as he took her hand and guided her from the couch to the platform with a stripper pole. "I have no problem telling a woman where to kiss me, baby." He was so bad! He made Ebony's insides turn to liquid with that dazzling full-of-mischief smile. He knew he was hot and the effect he had on women. But he liked the affect it had on her even more.
He had her sit on the edge of the platform while he stepped onto it and grabbed the pole. That's when he began again his seductive dance. This time he unzipped his pants to reveal his blue thong. Ebony watched Saber as he danced before her. Her eyes drunk in every sinewy muscle, every sensual undulation of his lean hips. His pants hung low giving her a delicious view of the mouth watering "V" of his muscular hips. Saber took her hand, placing it on his rippling stomach.
"Well don't just sit there," Saber drawled sexily, but there was a pleading note there. "Touch me, Sugar."
Ebony was mesmerized. She traced the tattoo of one of the kisses on his stomach. His skin was so smooth and hot. Her dry mouth instantly watered at the contact. She felt the bold urge to rub her face into his chest, kiss his stomach... Her hand brushed the top of his bulge. Her pulse throbbed in her ears but when she tried to pull away Saber took hold of her delicate wrist and placed it back to caress his jutting arousal.
"Don't pull away," Saber pleaded, his voice deep and husky. His chocolate eyes smoldered, setting Ebony's soul on fire. She felt the male's cock pulse like a raw nerve in her hand. She stroked him as Saber slowed his thrusting hips, rubbing into her palm.
Ebony looked up to see Saber's face contorted in ecstasy. His mouth slack she heard his breathing deepen at her touch. Becoming more sure by Saber's pleasure, Ebony leaned forward to pull out the thick veiny monster that made her stomach flutter with butterflies.
"It's so big," Ebony was in awe, gaping with her silver dove eyes.
Saber watched her through hooded eyes. Her wide eyed pleasure at the sight of his hard dick sent ribbons of heat through his veins. His cock throbbed at the sight of her tongue darting out to moisten her pink lips.
"It's all yours for the hour, baby," Saber sighed raggedly. He held on tightly to the pole behind him. He trembled at the gentle touch of her hands as they wrapped around him. Her fingers were silk on his cock, her palms warm and caressing.
Then she completely surprised him by blowing cool air over the tip of his crown. Saber jerked his hips unevenly. A torturous groan tore from his throat as Ebony boldly pressed her lips to the velvet tip of his cock. A drop of pre-cum pearled from the piss slit. Saber was surprised again when Ebony licked at it tentatively.
"Fuck, Ebony..."
The spicy wild scent combined with the salty slightly almond taste of his pre-cum, Ebony felt suddenly possessed by untamed lust. She licked and suckled at the drooling piss slit. She took his whole helmet into the velvet warmth of her mouth. Her lips holding him in a feathery caress. Her tongue swirling the bulbous head. Saber moaned. He strained to keep his hips from pushing up, forcing her to take him all. Her mouth felt so good. So moist and soft.
Curiosity urged her on to take more. Ebony's lips kept that feathery light pressure while her tongue explored the buttery yet firm texture of his cock. Saber was never at a woman's mercy before. She didn't seem to understand how much power she held over him at this moment.
"Oh baby," Saber said, his breathing deepened as his body tightened. "Suck it. That's it. Run your tongue under the bottom... Y-Yeah... Now bob your head... Fuck!"
Ebony took instruction well but she was also creative. Taking her mouth away she worshipped his throbbing length with her lips and tongue, sucking along the curve, getting to know every ridge and plump vein.
Ebony didn't think that flesh could be so soft yet hard at the same time. Steel wrapped in hot satin, Saber's dick was otherworldly. It seemed made for her mouth. Made to be worshipped by her. Taking him back into her mouth she hollowed out her cheeks, making her mouth a vacuum as she pulled back slow to draw out Saber's pleasure. She heard him curse and would have smiled if her mouth wasn't full.
"I'm gonna shoot soon," he warned.
Ebony played with his ball sack, fondling the smooth fleshy pouch that tightened in her soft grip as she increased her efforts. Bobbing her head up and down his throbbing shaft faster, Saber's his hips rose to her meet her, his fingers clenching in her dark hair, burning her scalp.
"F-Fuck!" Saber growled, his balls drew tightly against the base of his shaft just before he released hot spurts of his cum into Ebony's suckling mouth. She gargled a little, taken by surprise at the suddenness. Yet she kept sucking and stroking his twitching cock, coaxing him through the tremors until she licked up every last drop. Luckily Saber was holding onto the pole or he would have staggered to his knees. He gently stroked Ebony's hair as her tongue ran flat against his still throbbing stalk of iron.
"You're so good at that," Saber praised her softly. Ebony's cheeks flushed deeper. She was so adorable.
"I-I..." Ebony pulled back, the male's grip slipping from her luxurious black curls. "I don't... normally I don't..."
"Have I mentioned how cute you look when you're flustered?" Saber's grin widened rakishly. Glazed-eyed he unzipped parts of his pants so he could easily tear them away. Leaving himself in all his naked glory with only his thong still on, his still hard cock bobbing while he walked. Ebony tried to move away but Saber managed to kneel down and pulled her onto the stage where he laid her down then he moved off the platform to settle between her legs.
Having an incredibly sexy, tasty male between her thighs was heady. Saber trailed soft kisses down her inner thigh. His tongue making small licks. His tongue was a bit rough, like a cat's tongue. Abrasive against her sensitive, flushed skin but oh so good. And Saber just couldn't stop teasing her. Every time she thought he would kiss her pussy, he'd pass over her to continue kissing and licking her legs. Ebony gave a small whimper, her hips bucking in frustration.
Saber nibbled on the satin skin of her inner thigh in playful reprimand. He watched her with his dark brown eyes, those pools searing into her and she felt on fire. He looked expectant yet patient. As if he was waiting for her. The fire in her core was getting unbearable. Ebony was so close to just taking her hand and taking care of herself.
"What do you want me to do, Sugar?" Saber drawled. "What do you need me to do?"
So that was his game. He wanted her to voice what she wanted. Ebony's lips compressed into a stubborn line. The stripper laughed. She really was adorable. What Saber really wanted to do was mark her then fuck her all night until she screamed his name and came all over his cock. His claws and canines itched to come out. The owner of the establishment wasn't exactly against employees giving customers the Heat.
The Heat guaranteed the customer would be back for relief. One scratch or bite from a shifter and the victim would be consumed with a wild sexual heat that only the one who marked them could provide. It was like a fever in the blood but it passed after a few days of regular sex with the one who inflicted it. Until then the marked one wanted to fuck anything that moved.
It made The Scratching Post money but Saber never really liked that. So he never did it. But now? He was sorely tempted. The smell and heat of Ebony's pussy was so pungent. It drove him crazy. He could end her suffering but something in him needed to hear her tell him, to demand he satisfy her.
"Say it, Ebony," he growled. "Say it and I'll give you what you want."
Ebony worried her lower lip, her mouth lush and red from desire. He was sure her pussy was the same. Finally, her throat moved with her slow swallow and she said, "I want you to eat my pussy. Please, Saber."
That 'please' at the end along with his name made something snap within him. Saber had to claim her. His control was slipping. He should stop. No! He had to taste that pussy first. Saber nuzzled his whole face into Ebony's fiery center. He groaned at how damp her panties were, the sweet musky scent of female arousal, and that sweet salty taste of her juices.
His lips nudged against the little bud of nerves that had swollen against the wet fabric. Ebony gave a convulsive gasp. Saber was teasing the bud with his sensual lips. He even took the covered nubbin into his mouth and sucked on the little nerve; drinking the juices that stained her panties.
Ebony had never seen anything so erotic as a man trying to get her off through her panties. But she wanted to feel him skin on skin. As if reading her mind, Saber wrapped his arm around her undulating hips then moved her panties to the side. The male growled at the treasure before him. She shaved her pussy. Lush lips full and dark pink, drizzling with her arousal. His mouth watered and without another moment's hesitation he buried his face between her thighs.
His tongue lashed at her folds, working her open, driving her wild. Ebony's breathing quickened, faltered. Her toes curling at the heat creeping up her legs and her arms.
"Saber...," Ebony begged. Saber's deep laugh vibrated against her womanly lips.
The tiger's tongue circled her drenched bud, flicking across it. Ebony gasped from the throb of heat. Saber's eyes caught and held hers. They smoldered with fire, a possessiveness that reached out with invisible fingers. It dissolved the rest of her walls in the flood of desire.
Saber loved how sweet she tasted. Rich vanilla cream on his tongue. His hands roamed over Ebony's delicious curves, his mouth sucking on her soaked lips. With a heavy groan he drove his tongue deep into her channel. Ebony's channel of greedy muscles captured and drew on his tongue, craving deeper penetration. He smiled into her pussy thinking of something bigger, thicker to push into her needy kitty.
Ebony wrapped her round thighs around Saber's head as he brought her closer to an explosive climax. Her body suddenly spasmed. Her back arched off the platform as a surge of electricity raced down her spine to expel to each of her limbs. She was sure if the music wasn't playing then the women outside could hear her scream of ecstasy.
Saber slurped at the rush of sweetness that flooded his mouth, dripping down his chin. His cock jerked and spewed more pre-cum. He was as hard as a diamond and was about to blow. Pushing her up further onto the platform, Saber climbed over top of her and notched his cock into the pulsating core of her, her hips cradling his as he pressed against her.
Ebony wriggled making small noises of protests while her body still shivered from the orgasm. "Shhh, shhh," Saber caressed her against his vibrating body. "I won't penetrate, I promise, but I need you to help me come. I want to come you look so sexy right now."
Saber bucked his lean narrow hips, grinding his turgid cock against the slick heat of her womanly lips. He could feel her core quivering, the pulsations and her wetness were enough to push him over the edge. Then the animal within him came as well. With his animal canines the tiger shifter bit into the curve of Ebony's shoulder.
He tasted copper and salt. A warmth oozed into his mouth, onto his tongue. He actually broke the skin. The rational part of his brain realized what he had done with horror while the tiger within him purred with primal satisfaction.
Ebony's body wracked from another mini orgasm from the bite and Saber's erupting cock. It spurted hot cream onto her mound. She couldn't explain how good it felt. Or how disappointed that he didn't come inside her. She wanted to feel his seed creaming her pussy so much that it would seep down her leg.
Her whole world darkened with flashes of color in her eyes. She was only vaguely aware of Saber licking the blood from her shoulder. His body vibrated against her. The sound... the sound was like... purring. She was still wrapped around him, running her hands down his back trying to soothe him, as if he was the one who just had two earth shattering orgasms.
The bass beats of the club pulsed through the room, in tune with their heart beats as they returned to a normal pace. They were both quiet, holding each other as if they were the only two people in the world.
"I'm sorry I bit you," Saber finally spoke, his voice as coarse as if he had swallowed sand. Ebony looked at her injured shoulder. It wasn't as bad as she thought. Some blood but the sight did something to her. It made her... hunger. It turned her on to be marked like this. She kinda wished her other boyfriends had done some playful biting.
"It's okay," she smiled shyly. "You were caught up in the moment. So was I actually..." Saber reluctantly climbed off of her, pulling her up and helping to settle her on the couch. Her legs were watery. She would have fallen flat on her face if Saber didn't help her. The male stripper handed her a bottle of water, still naked and unabashed by his semi-nakedness; he still wore the thong yet his cock still bobbed at half-mast dripping with more of his and her combined juices.
After the initial buzz began to subside Ebony felt the awkwardness creep in to ruin the lingering high. Saber only sat by her, their knees almost touching. He was still erect making her womb clench. She wanted to crawl into his lap and do more naughty things to him. How much could she make him come? Wait—What?
"Uhmm," Ebony stood up, still a bit light headed but able to walk. "I have to go. My friends are probably wondering what is taking me so long." She was filled with a sudden panic and wanted to bolt like a deer trying to escape a hunter.
"I doubt they're wondering, Sugar," Saber smiled knowingly. His brown eyes rested on the shoulder he bit and he grew somber. "Let me tend to that before you run off."
"I-I'm not running off," Ebony stammered. "I just realized that I shouldn't be here when I need to go over the menus for the week."
Saber stood up, towering over her, his eyes penetrating deep into her soul. He looked on the verge of saying something. She saw his hands curl into fists as if resisting some magnetic urge to grab her and make her stay. In fact, Saber figured he could convince her to stay but with the Heat she'll be back. She'll want more. But somehow having her come back to the Scratching Post felt dirty. Cheap. He didn't want her as just another client. He was off after tomorrow...
"What happened wasn't shameful, Sugar," Saber said softly, stepping back to allow her to escape even though every cell in his body wanted to pounce on her. "You needed to come. And I needed to make you. I won't stop at just two the next time." His voice turned Ebony's blood into boiling honey. He was just so dominant yet she knew from recent experience that he liked to worship a woman. But she felt defensive.
"I don't think I can afford you next time," her tone acidic yet she saw a shadow pass over Saber's handsome face at the comment. However, too afraid and angry to wait for his caustic reply she turned tail and ran. Saber stood there, breathing in her fading scent of vanilla cream and white chocolate greedily even as he boiled. Damn it! His cock just wouldn't go down. It wanted him to run after her, push her down and fuck her into admitting that she enjoyed it as much as he did.
But he couldn't really fault her too much. Given his profession. His day off wasn't far off. He'll go to her. Having her give an apology would be worth it. He'll seduce it out of her. Yes, he grinned like a cat already eating the canary, that will be fun.
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Ebony had never been to any kind of strip club before tonight. She knew of course the strip clubs with women as the entertainment had an environment that was much more controlled, reserved even. Male bouncers watching the male customers to make sure they behave and don't get aggressive or harass the girls working. All very disciplined.
The Scratching Post didn't have such restraints. Ebony saw women giving the male strippers blow jobs, the males fingering the girls, women grinding on the males' naked cocks while one woman licked whip cream off of his nipples. Most of this was not even on stage! Ebony could even see a male stripper pummeling a woman against the wall while the woman moaned passionately. The sound was drowned out by the club music but Ebony could see the glow about her face even in the shadows of the disco lights.
The musky smell of cheap sex, sweat, and faded cologne assaulted her senses. Ebony fought the rise of bile in her throat. Why did her nose have to be so sensitive? Her tastebuds and nose helped her business to be successful but right now they were making her want to run out of that place.
Ebony had no idea why she came out tonight. But Amara and Suki insisted. Ebony worked too hard. She was a consummate pastry chef and her bakery was a success. The best mixed berry strudels in Chicago. She owned Delice et Chocolat with a partner David Gonzola but Ebony never took time off. She was 28 years old and hadn't had a date or gotten laid in 4 years.
Suki and Amara were fellow chefs who worked at her restaurant. Suki was a tall and lithe Asian woman with dyed blond hair that framed her long yet elegant face and small yet plush mouth. Amara was a black woman with a statuesque figure with a rocking booty and firm round 36 B breasts, perky and high on her chest. Ebony was the only short round one. An hourglass figure with curves in the right places and yet she felt like her parts would fall out in the tight wrap dress her friends urged her into.
Ebony enjoyed being a chef. She loved making dishes, tasting them, giving them her special spin. A few past boyfriends have called her fat and had told her she should lose weight. Cooking was the only constant in her life and the only part she felt she had any control over. Strict religious parents and an emotionally, sometimes physically abusive older brother who grew meaner since the car accident left him unable to walk. He was a football star in high school but one drunken drive later he became bitter with the prospect of being an invalid. Ebony felt sorry for him... at first. The accident did nothing to humble him. Running away at 16 she found solace in working in a restaurant.
From there she became a culinary genius and was able to gain her own independence. But when it came to romance, Ebony was never one to take the initiative. Suki and Amara were both outgoing and extroverted. They always pushed Ebony to try new things. Going to a male strip club was only one of their latest adventures. They meant well, however, Ebony felt totally out of place.
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Saber loved shy girls. In every shy girl there's a voracious sex kitten purring underneath. If one is patient enough to discover her that is... The one sitting with 2 other girls in the corner of the club seemed especially shy. She had long curly dark hair, the kind that Saber liked to wrap around his fist while he rode a woman hard. The woman wore a simple crimson wrap dress. The dress hugged her curves like a long time lover. The deep red contrasting against her alabaster skin.
She looked like she wanted to be anywhere else but here. A notorious male strip club where every male stripper was a cat shifter aptly named "The Scratching Post". Every man was muscular, sleek and sinewy with tattoos and piercings. Saber's tattoos were two tigers fighting, one white the other black in a yin-yang fashion on his back and then there were the kiss marks tattooed on his rippling stomach. One was just above his cock. Girls found it kinky. And then there were the tattoos he was less fond of but he was required to have: the tiger stripes along his arms that marked him as a tiger. Big, powerful, and fierce. Born with the urge to make a woman come multiple ways until he was spent all over her.
Saber returned his attention to the shy woman and her friends. Her two friends were the exact opposite of her. Her one friend was a slender Asian with blond hair and plush red lips and high cheek bones while the other was black with a boy's cut and her hair was dyed pink and she had a nose ring. She reminded Saber of a picture he saw of the bust of Nefertiti, a regal profile and a head made for a crown.
While they drooled and whistled at the sexy mouth watering man meat dancing on stage, the brunette was trying to curl into a ball while nursing a pink drink with a lemon floating in it. The drink was more ice than liquor.
Alvis, a white tiger shifter with the same tiger stripe tattoos on his arms, walked over to the trio wearing his winning "I'm-so-sexy" smile complete with "Fuck-me" eyes in nothing but tight zippable leather pants. He had a certain arrogant swagger that Saber found laughable but most of the female customers loved it. His white muscles glistening with glitter, sweat and AXE body spray, Alvis sauntered over to the trio. The blond Asian gave him a provocative smirk while pulling the front of his leather pants and stuffing a $20 bill down in there.
The white tiger swayed his hips in a slow hypnotic rhythm. He seemed to catch the shy brunette's attention who then averted her gaze, her face dark with a flush of embarrassment. The black woman with pink hair leaned back as Alvis unbuttoned the top of his tight leather pants to reveal the blue thong he always wore underneath. The blonde asian woman boldly leaned forward and licked his rippling stomach. Alvis leaned over the black woman while stroking the Asian woman's face. He pressed his crotch against the black woman's womanhood and she writhed beneath him. The black woman answered with her fingers clawing down his back to stroking over his round clenching ass.
Saber chortled. The mousy woman blushed bright red at the brazen sexual display. She was adorable. But he felt a twisting in his stomach when Alvis tried to entice the shy woman. The white tiger left the other woman and sauntered over to the blushing brunette. Saber felt a possessiveness burn inside that he had never felt before.
Alvis stroked the shy woman's dark curls, the brush of his fingers making her quiver, but not with desire. The white tiger leaned forward whispering encouragements in the woman's ear. One of her friend's gave Alvis $200. Saber knew what that meant. A private show. He should leave it alone. He had customers too. A few regulars came tonight and wanted their own private show. But...
Saber made his way to the back where the champagne rooms were. He might regret this but his gut had never been wrong before. Besides the thought of that angel being man handled by Alvis who was known to be aggressive made his inner beast growl with outrage.
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The stripper, Alvis, was persistent.
"I promise you'll enjoy this, baby girl," Alvis flashed his million dollar grin. Other girls would have swooned but it only made Ebony uneasy. He reminded her of Gaston from "Beauty and the Beast". Handsome, strong yet a beast lay within and would pounce at the slightest provocation.
So Ebony sat there trying to sink into the expensive leather seats that curved around a single round stage with a pole in the middle. Alvis was acting as if nothing was wrong; that she was just playing hard to get. What girl wouldn't want to be stuck in a room with him?
For a while Ebony tried her best to get into it. She played along, giggling but inside there was a panic building, tightening her chest. It's not that she was a prude. There were nights where she would wear out her vibrator thinking of men in X-rated ways but she never liked one night stands or found sleazy hook ups appealing. They left her hollow and lonely. She wanted companionship but not many modern, feminists tended to be sympathetic to the idea. Especially not Suki and Amara. They believed that women should use men sexually just as women were used. But Ebony didn't dare voice her problem with such flawed logic.
Alvis straddled her thighs, his crotch close to her face. She was assaulted with the scent of sweaty Axe body spray and aggressive musk that made her stomach churn. Her nose was too sensitive for this place... for this guy. In reflex, Ebony pushed at him putting the stripper off balance making him land on his behind.
"Sorry," she apologized quickly while standing up. "So sorry but... this isn't me. You can keep the money of course." Alvis emitted a low growl. Then an unpleasant musk hit her nose. It was dark and pungent. It made Ebony dizzy and not in a flirtatious swoon kind of way. The male's growl of outrage turned to a lecherous, evil leer.
"Slow down, sweet cakes," Alvis spoke smoothly. He saw the flash of fear in the woman's eyes. The white tiger admitted to himself that he may have been too strong. He could salvage this. It's just that no woman had ever refused him. Not for long anyway. He took a deep breath and flashed his best charming smile. This woman was playing hard to get. Yeah. That was definitely it. However, to Ebony he looked every bit the wild jungle cat on the hunt ready to rip her to shreds. "There's no need to be shy."
Ebony tried to calmly reach for the door of the champagne room, "I'll send one of my friends in here. I'm not the kind of girl who pays guys to... have fun with though I respect your profession—"
Alvis grabbed her wrist and pinned her against the wall. His hostile scent made Ebony ill. She could see that her fear excited him. His eyes turned amber and he growled with predatory intent. His grin widened and she could swear she saw his canines sharpen, his muscles flexing preparing for the strike.
"I see," he pressed his pelvis into hers to make her feel his growing erection. "So that's the game you wanna play? Alright... you want the rough treatment."
"No please—"
"Just a nibble and you'll be head over heels, baby..."
"Alvis."
She and Alvis looked to see another male stripper with golden eyes burning with animal rage. His voice was deep and rough filled with authority that made Ebony weak in the knees. She shouldn't want to run to him, from one aggressive male to another, but there was something about him... something in his eyes changed when they looked at her. They were asking her silently if she needed help and she answered back a quiet 'yes'.
"Get out, Saber," Alvis snarled. "We're conducting business."
"Really?" Saber looked back and forth between them then said with utmost casualness. "It doesn't seem like she's enjoying said business."
"She's playing hard to get is all," Alvis shrugged, tightening his grip on Ebony's wrist. Saber caught the wince and Ebony saw him bristle with the rage of the beast he kept inside.
"Let her go, Alvis," Saber spoke calmly yet his tone belied the danger beneath.
Alvis studied the rival tiger for a moment. Ebony could feel the animosity between the two males. It made her stomach twist and made it difficult to breathe. Luckily Alvis decided to let the matter go. Giving a snort and a cruel smile to Ebony he pulled her from the wall then threw her to Saber who caught her. He wrapped his arms around her in a protective yet possessive grip.
"Take the frigid bitch!" Alvis snorted.
Ebony felt the man named Saber caress her face, his thumb rubbing against her cheek as he murmured soothing incoherent words into her scalp. She was surrounded by a comforting scent. Sandalwood and mint with the subtle hint of aroused male. The heat of his body was like being wrapped in the rays of a summer sun. Not overwhelming or humid but protective and safe.
"Are you alright?" the man whispered. His lips brushed at the shell of her ear. It shot a quiver down her spine. His voice was deep, smoky and raised the hairs on Ebony's body. Reluctantly yet slowly Ebony pushed out of the circle of the male stripper's arms to get a good look at him. Whoa...
"Y-Yeah," she stammered. The man was male perfection. His face was chiseled by angels. Features not too sharp but the softness in them were made more noticeable when he smiled. When he smiled, showing off his teeth Ebony felt a weakness in her knees. Even his teeth were perfect. White, straight, and almost luminous. He was wearing a loose fitting cruise captain outfit. He was big but not outrageously so. His muscles were natural.
His skin was sun glazed, gleaming in the subtle glint of the disco ball and neon lights. His mouth not entirely full but just ripe enough for kissing. Ebony could also see a dark shadowing on his jawline and chin. His black hair was wild, softly tussled as if he had just gotten out of bed. He seemed to tower over her but it wasn't intimidating at all. In fact, Ebony pictured herself fitting perfectly in his arms to be completely surrounded by him as she wrapped herself around him...
"You should sit down," he interrupted her thoughts. When she looked at him his right brow lifted giving her a look that told her he was reading her thoughts and it pleased him. Ebony allowed him to sit her on the leather seat. He left momentarily then returned with a glass of water. "My name is Saber."
Saber relaxed on the couch while the woman gathered her nerves. She slowly began swallowing the water. The purse of her pink lips on the glass reminded Saber of a rose bud. Would her lips be as soft as petals? Her throat muscles bobbed and moved. She licked her pink lips, still pressing them to the rim of the glass; watching the curvy brunette drinking water was the most erotic thing Saber had ever seen. He adjusted himself in his seat, his cock was making his white slacks too tight.
"Feel better?" he asked gently. She handed him back the now empty glass. He placed it on the ledge behind them.
"I don't know what came over me...," she scrunched her body on the leather couch. She looked so innocent and vulnerable. Saber wanted to wrap her in his arms again. Protect her from all the bad in the club. In the world.
"Alvis shouldn't have tried to force you," he growled in a low dangerous voice, feeling the rage boil inside him. The woman saw the darkness come over his face and inched away. Seeing her distress, Saber stretched out his arm behind her and his face became apologetic. "I'm sorry. You're safe now. And don't worry, you wouldn't be the first woman to run away from Alvis."
She gave a short wry laugh. Her whole body relaxed. So much she leaned back against his outstretched arm. Her black hair fell over his arm. Electricity surged through his body. Saber wanted so much to touch more of her.
"My name is Ebony," she finally said. Her skin flushed a bright red even visible in the low lighting of the champagne room. She was so adorable in her shyness. Saber wanted to lick every inch of her skin until the flush deepened into a velvet rose.
"Sexy name," Saber's smile became a sensual curve that had Ebony focusing intently on his mouth. "So Ebony... you don't seem the type to be in a male strip club."
"Is it that obvious?"
"I've been watching you," Saber's voice deepened into a husky timbre. "You looked like you wanted to bolt." He didn't say it in a mean or chiding way but Ebony felt the faint prick all the same.
"I'm so embarrassed," Ebony hid her face in her hands. "My friends insisted I come. I've been stuck in Delice et Chocolat for two months working on new recipes and they thought I needed some fun."
"I've heard of Delice et Chocolat," Saber leaned closer, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "A friend goes down there and brings some for the crew."
Saber watched her lips move, the subtle hint of happiness apparent when talking about her pastry restaurant. His stomach tightened at the lush lips curling into a dazzling smile. He was so entranced that he didn't notice when Ebony stopped talking. She seemed to be looking at him questioningly then she smiled apologetically.
"Sorry, sometimes my mouth runs away with me when talking about my pastry restaurant," Ebony tucked her soft curls behind her ear revealing a pink tinge on the shell. Saber felt a pulse in his groin. He wanted to trace his tongue inside the whorl of that ear, whispering naughty things to her while stroking his hands everywhere until she begged him to put his tongue in other more tender areas... Damn it! He needed to stop having these lurid images in his head.
"Never be sorry about something that obviously gives you pleasure," Saber kindly reprimanded her. Ebony looked into his eyes. Before they were amber gold weren't they? Now they were a deep velvet brown like two French chocolates melted into swirling pools.
Tucking her hair behind her ear, trying not to twirl it between her fingers like a lovestruck teenager, "None of you guys seem like the type to enjoy pastries. You're all too ripped." She blushed with those words. Saber licked his lips moistening them. He wanted to eat her up she was so adorable. And those curves were driving him to distraction.
"You have those low sugar muffins but once in a while I like to indulge in a few Boston Cream Puffs," Saber boldly ran his finger tips through her black hair. They were like silken strands that ran a jolt of awareness through his skin, imagining her trailing that hair down his body.
"You have a sweet tooth?" she asked, her breath hitching at his nearness, his fingertips. How did he get so close that their thighs were on the verge of touching.
"Oh yeah," Saber's voice grew thicker, molten chocolate that shot down her spine in tingling awareness. "A big sweet tooth..."
They sat in silence, the beat of the music being drowned out by their hearts. "I think I should be getting back to my friends and tell them that I'm heading home. I—"
Saber took hold of her arm. A flash of panic hit him at the thought of her leaving. He wanted her to stay with him. But he saw the slight uncertainty in her gray eyes and took a deep breath to calm the possessive beast within him.
"At least get your friend's money's worth," Saber suggested smoothly. Ebony still looked uncertain but she allowed him to pull her back down onto the leather couch. Saber stood up from the circular couch, towering over her and looking incredibly sexy in his cruise captain uniform. She noticed some tattoos along his muscular arms. They were black stripes like a tiger's. Come to think of it Alvis had the same tattoos. Other male strippers had different animal-like tattoos. Some had jaguar spots, others some leonine features. She wondered what they meant.
"I don't know...," Ebony shifted in her seat. A warmth developed between her thighs making them clench. Her mind was telling her to run but her body was getting achy, her nipples growing taut in the lacy bra she squeezed them into, her womb clenching with some anticipation. It had been a while since she had been aroused like this.
"If at any point you feel uncomfortable... then we'll stop," Saber knelt at her feet, his rippling tattooed arms on either side of her hips, looking up at her with his pleading chocolate eyes. "Please stay..." He gave a little smoky laugh that touched Ebony in her heated core. "I feel like I need to make up for the fiasco dance Alvis did earlier."
His nearness was messing with her mind. Ebony couldn't get enough of his scent. A fresh musk, dominant, possessive yet she felt secure and her mouth watered. The corners of her mouth quirked up shyly as she gave a small nod. Saber's grin was so wide that Ebony's body flushed and her stomach fluttered.
"You won't be sorry, Sugar," Saber drawled and Ebony saw a golden flash within his deep brown eyes of molasses.
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A part of Saber loved his job. He liked how he could seduce a woman with just a swing of his hips. It was exciting to feel her worship him with her eyes as he tantalized her with his movements. The tiger shifter started to dance to the slow beat. Even in the low lighting he could see Ebony's ivory skin illuminate a giddy rose. She looked down at her folded hands in her lap. Her whole body clenched.
Saber approached her, his stride slow yet confident. With a gentle nudge of his finger he lifted her chin so that she would look at him. His thumb traced languidly across her mouth, feeling the silkiness of her lips made his cock throb.
"Just take a deep breath, Sugar," Saber's voice had grown gravelly. His eyes focused on her so intensely she felt that he could see right through her clothes. Ebony's lips parted and her tongue flicked out of its own volition to swipe at the calloused pad of his thumb. The male's breath hitched then he growled... or was that a purr?
Saber stepped back a few. She could see him struggling to breathe calmly. There was a thickness in the air between them. An electricity that made every cell within Ebony come alive. The male started, his eyes locked onto her as his body moved subtly. Male stripping was very different from female stripping. Women had other assets like breasts and were much more flexible. Their arousal wasn't obvious like a male's, not like this one's, noticing the bulge. But to have a sexy man strip for you, trying to excite you, entice you with his body felt... empowering to Ebony. Especially with the way this one was looking at her, like a queen he wanted to worship.
Stop that! Ebony admonished herself. It was his job to make a woman feel wanted. She concentrated on the moment instead of her self doubt. The male stripper with the tiger stripes unbuttoned his shirt with nimble fingers and a sexy-as-hell smirk. With each new step he took off a button until his shirt was open, the flaps like curtains carelessly let loose in the breeze. It revealed a bit but not enough. Just enough skin for Ebony to sweat over.
In the colorful lights Ebony saw hard muscle. A rippling stomach like a washboard. Golden skin stretched tight with all the allure of satin. With the subtle undulation of his hips, she could see a glimpse of another tattoo. She wondered how many tattoos she'd see on Saber tonight. His scent was driving her crazy. He was standing right in front of her. Teasing her. Daring her. Then boldly Saber's legs widened allowing him to lightly straddle her knees.
Ebony's breath hitched as she sank back into the couch, the scent from the leather mixing with Saber's spicy maleness. She felt the heat of his body through the cotton of his slacks. Because he was wearing white and the lights were dim, his clothes were glowing neon outlining his slightly swollen crotch. Ebony licked her lips again.
"You're hungry, aren't you, Sugar?" Saber questioned huskily. He braced his hands on either side of her to help hold his balance as he ground a little bit harder on her knees. Ebony's nipples throbbed along with her clit, feeling like they were on fire. She could feel her breasts swell with desire and her skin heat and grow sensitive. The musky spice of him made her hunger all right. She wanted to lick every inch of his skin.
"Go on," Saber encouraged thickly, his voice a little breathless. "Touch me. I need you to." Hypnotized by his smoky, dark voice, Ebony reached up and lightly stroked her fingers against his chest, down to his rippled stomach. Her fingers cool on his hot skin, Saber grew harder, pulsing with each erotic touch. The woman grew bolder, laying her palms flat on his chest, moving outward to circle his nipples with curious finger tips.
Saber's body tingled. His nipples pebbled as the pad of her fingers rolled softly over them. A jolt shot to his groin. Suddenly he pulled back.
"Did I hurt you?" Ebony asked quickly, afraid that she ruined the moment.
"No, Sugar," Saber soothed her. "It's just if you keep touching me like that I'm sure to blow in my pants. And neither of us wants that, trust me." He leaned forward again, their faces close and intimate. "I want to make this last, sweet heart. For as long as possible."
Ebony's fingers itched to touch him again. His skin was hot and tight. She wanted to taste him like she saw the other women doing in the club with the other males. But she controlled herself. Her core grew hotter by degrees as Saber turned around then began removing his shirt. He did it in a slow, sensual movement allowing Ebony to see the marble perfection of his back muscles as he removed the white captain's shirt.
Her mouth went dry. Her eyes traveled down, lining every sinewy cord of muscle that coiled like snakes. Tautly knitted together like a Michelangelo sculpture. That's when she noticed the yin-yang tiger tattoo on his middle back. A black tiger circled a white tiger, each one prowling and snapping at the other's tail. It was a breathtaking picture and so life like. The male turned around to reveal his other tattoos; three kiss marks on his rippling stomach. Ebony's lips spread into a smile as she giggled.
"What's so funny, Sugar?" Saber's brow lifted curiously, still incredibly sexy. He approached as Ebony continued to giggle.
"The kiss tattoos," she answered, much more relaxed. "Are those an 'x' marks the spot kind of thing?"
Saber's face lit up with a carnal grin as he took her hand and guided her from the couch to the platform with a stripper pole. "I have no problem telling a woman where to kiss me, baby." He was so bad! He made Ebony's insides turn to liquid with that dazzling full-of-mischief smile. He knew he was hot and the effect he had on women. But he liked the affect it had on her even more.
He had her sit on the edge of the platform while he stepped onto it and grabbed the pole. That's when he began again his seductive dance. This time he unzipped his pants to reveal his blue thong. Ebony watched Saber as he danced before her. Her eyes drunk in every sinewy muscle, every sensual undulation of his lean hips. His pants hung low giving her a delicious view of the mouth watering "V" of his muscular hips. Saber took her hand, placing it on his rippling stomach.
"Well don't just sit there," Saber drawled sexily, but there was a pleading note there. "Touch me, Sugar."
Ebony was mesmerized. She traced the tattoo of one of the kisses on his stomach. His skin was so smooth and hot. Her dry mouth instantly watered at the contact. She felt the bold urge to rub her face into his chest, kiss his stomach... Her hand brushed the top of his bulge. Her pulse throbbed in her ears but when she tried to pull away Saber took hold of her delicate wrist and placed it back to caress his jutting arousal.
"Don't pull away," Saber pleaded, his voice deep and husky. His chocolate eyes smoldered, setting Ebony's soul on fire. She felt the male's cock pulse like a raw nerve in her hand. She stroked him as Saber slowed his thrusting hips, rubbing into her palm.
Ebony looked up to see Saber's face contorted in ecstasy. His mouth slack she heard his breathing deepen at her touch. Becoming more sure by Saber's pleasure, Ebony leaned forward to pull out the thick veiny monster that made her stomach flutter with butterflies.
"It's so big," Ebony was in awe, gaping with her silver dove eyes.
Saber watched her through hooded eyes. Her wide eyed pleasure at the sight of his hard dick sent ribbons of heat through his veins. His cock throbbed at the sight of her tongue darting out to moisten her pink lips.
"It's all yours for the hour, baby," Saber sighed raggedly. He held on tightly to the pole behind him. He trembled at the gentle touch of her hands as they wrapped around him. Her fingers were silk on his cock, her palms warm and caressing.
Then she completely surprised him by blowing cool air over the tip of his crown. Saber jerked his hips unevenly. A torturous groan tore from his throat as Ebony boldly pressed her lips to the velvet tip of his cock. A drop of pre-cum pearled from the piss slit. Saber was surprised again when Ebony licked at it tentatively.
"Fuck, Ebony..."
The spicy wild scent combined with the salty slightly almond taste of his pre-cum, Ebony felt suddenly possessed by untamed lust. She licked and suckled at the drooling piss slit. She took his whole helmet into the velvet warmth of her mouth. Her lips holding him in a feathery caress. Her tongue swirling the bulbous head. Saber moaned. He strained to keep his hips from pushing up, forcing her to take him all. Her mouth felt so good. So moist and soft.
Curiosity urged her on to take more. Ebony's lips kept that feathery light pressure while her tongue explored the buttery yet firm texture of his cock. Saber was never at a woman's mercy before. She didn't seem to understand how much power she held over him at this moment.
"Oh baby," Saber said, his breathing deepened as his body tightened. "Suck it. That's it. Run your tongue under the bottom... Y-Yeah... Now bob your head... Fuck!"
Ebony took instruction well but she was also creative. Taking her mouth away she worshipped his throbbing length with her lips and tongue, sucking along the curve, getting to know every ridge and plump vein.
Ebony didn't think that flesh could be so soft yet hard at the same time. Steel wrapped in hot satin, Saber's dick was otherworldly. It seemed made for her mouth. Made to be worshipped by her. Taking him back into her mouth she hollowed out her cheeks, making her mouth a vacuum as she pulled back slow to draw out Saber's pleasure. She heard him curse and would have smiled if her mouth wasn't full.
"I'm gonna shoot soon," he warned.
Ebony played with his ball sack, fondling the smooth fleshy pouch that tightened in her soft grip as she increased her efforts. Bobbing her head up and down his throbbing shaft faster, Saber's his hips rose to her meet her, his fingers clenching in her dark hair, burning her scalp.
"F-Fuck!" Saber growled, his balls drew tightly against the base of his shaft just before he released hot spurts of his cum into Ebony's suckling mouth. She gargled a little, taken by surprise at the suddenness. Yet she kept sucking and stroking his twitching cock, coaxing him through the tremors until she licked up every last drop. Luckily Saber was holding onto the pole or he would have staggered to his knees. He gently stroked Ebony's hair as her tongue ran flat against his still throbbing stalk of iron.
"You're so good at that," Saber praised her softly. Ebony's cheeks flushed deeper. She was so adorable.
"I-I..." Ebony pulled back, the male's grip slipping from her luxurious black curls. "I don't... normally I don't..."
"Have I mentioned how cute you look when you're flustered?" Saber's grin widened rakishly. Glazed-eyed he unzipped parts of his pants so he could easily tear them away. Leaving himself in all his naked glory with only his thong still on, his still hard cock bobbing while he walked. Ebony tried to move away but Saber managed to kneel down and pulled her onto the stage where he laid her down then he moved off the platform to settle between her legs.
Having an incredibly sexy, tasty male between her thighs was heady. Saber trailed soft kisses down her inner thigh. His tongue making small licks. His tongue was a bit rough, like a cat's tongue. Abrasive against her sensitive, flushed skin but oh so good. And Saber just couldn't stop teasing her. Every time she thought he would kiss her pussy, he'd pass over her to continue kissing and licking her legs. Ebony gave a small whimper, her hips bucking in frustration.
Saber nibbled on the satin skin of her inner thigh in playful reprimand. He watched her with his dark brown eyes, those pools searing into her and she felt on fire. He looked expectant yet patient. As if he was waiting for her. The fire in her core was getting unbearable. Ebony was so close to just taking her hand and taking care of herself.
"What do you want me to do, Sugar?" Saber drawled. "What do you need me to do?"
So that was his game. He wanted her to voice what she wanted. Ebony's lips compressed into a stubborn line. The stripper laughed. She really was adorable. What Saber really wanted to do was mark her then fuck her all night until she screamed his name and came all over his cock. His claws and canines itched to come out. The owner of the establishment wasn't exactly against employees giving customers the Heat.
The Heat guaranteed the customer would be back for relief. One scratch or bite from a shifter and the victim would be consumed with a wild sexual heat that only the one who marked them could provide. It was like a fever in the blood but it passed after a few days of regular sex with the one who inflicted it. Until then the marked one wanted to fuck anything that moved.
It made The Scratching Post money but Saber never really liked that. So he never did it. But now? He was sorely tempted. The smell and heat of Ebony's pussy was so pungent. It drove him crazy. He could end her suffering but something in him needed to hear her tell him, to demand he satisfy her.
"Say it, Ebony," he growled. "Say it and I'll give you what you want."
Ebony worried her lower lip, her mouth lush and red from desire. He was sure her pussy was the same. Finally, her throat moved with her slow swallow and she said, "I want you to eat my pussy. Please, Saber."
That 'please' at the end along with his name made something snap within him. Saber had to claim her. His control was slipping. He should stop. No! He had to taste that pussy first. Saber nuzzled his whole face into Ebony's fiery center. He groaned at how damp her panties were, the sweet musky scent of female arousal, and that sweet salty taste of her juices.
His lips nudged against the little bud of nerves that had swollen against the wet fabric. Ebony gave a convulsive gasp. Saber was teasing the bud with his sensual lips. He even took the covered nubbin into his mouth and sucked on the little nerve; drinking the juices that stained her panties.
Ebony had never seen anything so erotic as a man trying to get her off through her panties. But she wanted to feel him skin on skin. As if reading her mind, Saber wrapped his arm around her undulating hips then moved her panties to the side. The male growled at the treasure before him. She shaved her pussy. Lush lips full and dark pink, drizzling with her arousal. His mouth watered and without another moment's hesitation he buried his face between her thighs.
His tongue lashed at her folds, working her open, driving her wild. Ebony's breathing quickened, faltered. Her toes curling at the heat creeping up her legs and her arms.
"Saber...," Ebony begged. Saber's deep laugh vibrated against her womanly lips.
The tiger's tongue circled her drenched bud, flicking across it. Ebony gasped from the throb of heat. Saber's eyes caught and held hers. They smoldered with fire, a possessiveness that reached out with invisible fingers. It dissolved the rest of her walls in the flood of desire.
Saber loved how sweet she tasted. Rich vanilla cream on his tongue. His hands roamed over Ebony's delicious curves, his mouth sucking on her soaked lips. With a heavy groan he drove his tongue deep into her channel. Ebony's channel of greedy muscles captured and drew on his tongue, craving deeper penetration. He smiled into her pussy thinking of something bigger, thicker to push into her needy kitty.
Ebony wrapped her round thighs around Saber's head as he brought her closer to an explosive climax. Her body suddenly spasmed. Her back arched off the platform as a surge of electricity raced down her spine to expel to each of her limbs. She was sure if the music wasn't playing then the women outside could hear her scream of ecstasy.
Saber slurped at the rush of sweetness that flooded his mouth, dripping down his chin. His cock jerked and spewed more pre-cum. He was as hard as a diamond and was about to blow. Pushing her up further onto the platform, Saber climbed over top of her and notched his cock into the pulsating core of her, her hips cradling his as he pressed against her.
Ebony wriggled making small noises of protests while her body still shivered from the orgasm. "Shhh, shhh," Saber caressed her against his vibrating body. "I won't penetrate, I promise, but I need you to help me come. I want to come you look so sexy right now."
Saber bucked his lean narrow hips, grinding his turgid cock against the slick heat of her womanly lips. He could feel her core quivering, the pulsations and her wetness were enough to push him over the edge. Then the animal within him came as well. With his animal canines the tiger shifter bit into the curve of Ebony's shoulder.
He tasted copper and salt. A warmth oozed into his mouth, onto his tongue. He actually broke the skin. The rational part of his brain realized what he had done with horror while the tiger within him purred with primal satisfaction.
Ebony's body wracked from another mini orgasm from the bite and Saber's erupting cock. It spurted hot cream onto her mound. She couldn't explain how good it felt. Or how disappointed that he didn't come inside her. She wanted to feel his seed creaming her pussy so much that it would seep down her leg.
Her whole world darkened with flashes of color in her eyes. She was only vaguely aware of Saber licking the blood from her shoulder. His body vibrated against her. The sound... the sound was like... purring. She was still wrapped around him, running her hands down his back trying to soothe him, as if he was the one who just had two earth shattering orgasms.
The bass beats of the club pulsed through the room, in tune with their heart beats as they returned to a normal pace. They were both quiet, holding each other as if they were the only two people in the world.
"I'm sorry I bit you," Saber finally spoke, his voice as coarse as if he had swallowed sand. Ebony looked at her injured shoulder. It wasn't as bad as she thought. Some blood but the sight did something to her. It made her... hunger. It turned her on to be marked like this. She kinda wished her other boyfriends had done some playful biting.
"It's okay," she smiled shyly. "You were caught up in the moment. So was I actually..." Saber reluctantly climbed off of her, pulling her up and helping to settle her on the couch. Her legs were watery. She would have fallen flat on her face if Saber didn't help her. The male stripper handed her a bottle of water, still naked and unabashed by his semi-nakedness; he still wore the thong yet his cock still bobbed at half-mast dripping with more of his and her combined juices.
After the initial buzz began to subside Ebony felt the awkwardness creep in to ruin the lingering high. Saber only sat by her, their knees almost touching. He was still erect making her womb clench. She wanted to crawl into his lap and do more naughty things to him. How much could she make him come? Wait—What?
"Uhmm," Ebony stood up, still a bit light headed but able to walk. "I have to go. My friends are probably wondering what is taking me so long." She was filled with a sudden panic and wanted to bolt like a deer trying to escape a hunter.
"I doubt they're wondering, Sugar," Saber smiled knowingly. His brown eyes rested on the shoulder he bit and he grew somber. "Let me tend to that before you run off."
"I-I'm not running off," Ebony stammered. "I just realized that I shouldn't be here when I need to go over the menus for the week."
Saber stood up, towering over her, his eyes penetrating deep into her soul. He looked on the verge of saying something. She saw his hands curl into fists as if resisting some magnetic urge to grab her and make her stay. In fact, Saber figured he could convince her to stay but with the Heat she'll be back. She'll want more. But somehow having her come back to the Scratching Post felt dirty. Cheap. He didn't want her as just another client. He was off after tomorrow...
"What happened wasn't shameful, Sugar," Saber said softly, stepping back to allow her to escape even though every cell in his body wanted to pounce on her. "You needed to come. And I needed to make you. I won't stop at just two the next time." His voice turned Ebony's blood into boiling honey. He was just so dominant yet she knew from recent experience that he liked to worship a woman. But she felt defensive.
"I don't think I can afford you next time," her tone acidic yet she saw a shadow pass over Saber's handsome face at the comment. However, too afraid and angry to wait for his caustic reply she turned tail and ran. Saber stood there, breathing in her fading scent of vanilla cream and white chocolate greedily even as he boiled. Damn it! His cock just wouldn't go down. It wanted him to run after her, push her down and fuck her into admitting that she enjoyed it as much as he did.
But he couldn't really fault her too much. Given his profession. His day off wasn't far off. He'll go to her. Having her give an apology would be worth it. He'll seduce it out of her. Yes, he grinned like a cat already eating the canary, that will be fun.
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