The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: HUMPING THE POLE

Finnegan

Every man in the arena was looking at the same thing.

A brunette was on the pole stage right in the arena, surrounded by cheering men and women.

She had a black strappy lingerie with thin strips of fabric crossing over her tits without covering them except for a ridiculous love shaped nipple patch over her nipples.

Her full tits were spilling out on either side and so were her ass cheeks. They were completely bare except for three thin straps across her hips and a pussy patch attached to them.

Chestnut brown hair billowed around her shoulders as she danced, her body gliding around the pole gracefully.

Something about the way she moved pulled at me, tugging me closer to the stage. I stood at the edge of the crowd and watched her grind those barely covered tits against the pole, her head thrown back and the crowd surged forward.

"Fuck that pole!" Someone screamed.

"Show us those titties!"

Her gold mask glinted in the light. Her hands gripped the pole above her head as she pressed her breasts against it, sliding down slowly. The thin strips of fabric did nothing to hide the way her nipples dragged against the metal.

A low collective groan moved through the arena. Men pressed closer, cocks out, fists pumping their dicks openly. A woman before me music had her fingers buried in her own cunt watching, her thighs soaking, her eyes glazed and hungry.

Then she sank to her knees, turned around, pushed that bare, perfect, plump ass back against the pole and began to hump it.

The crowd lost its mind.

She worked it slow at first, grinding her ass against the pole, rolling her hips in a rhythm that made my jaw tighten involuntarily, her hair fell forward as she dropped lower, her thighs spreading wider.

Fucking Aphrodite. My cock twitched, rising hard and pushing, straining against my trousers in fury. The filthy little slut hadn’t learned her lesson apparently.

I moved around the stage, through the crowd, my eyes never leaving her. She was still grinding on that pole between her ass cheeks, for every drooling man in this arena to see.

How the hell had I thought this could be Abigai? Because of a scent? A simple scent?

"Ridiculous," I muttered.

It must be all the anticipation to fuck Aphrodite again that made me project her on poor Miss Kellerman. My assistant was professional and composed and sat ten feet from my office every morning making the best coffee I ever had. I wouldn’t tell her that though.

Abigail Kellerman was not this shameless, wanton, devastatingly filthy slut currently humping a pole in front of a hundred people while men jerked themselves raw, watching her.

I had been a fool to even consider it for a second.

I cleared the last of the crowd and those dark eyes found mine through the gold mask and flashed with defiance. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Oh I see. She was doing this on purpose. Her lips curved, she reached down and pulled her panties to the side.

The crowd roared. Her pussy was bare and slick and glistening, the lips swollen and soaking wet. My cock lurched even harder and the urge to join the men and stroke my cock burned through my veins.

Mine, something savage in my head, snarled. Mine, and every man in this room is looking at what was mine.

FUCK ME.

"I’m gonna cum,"

How had I looked at this woman, this filthy, shameless, pole-humping, pussy-flashing, cock-drunk whore, and thought for even one second that she was my buttoned-up professional assistant?

The thought dissolved as Aphrodite’s hips snapped forward one final time and she came apart on that pole.

The squirt of her juices hit the metal in a glistening rush, her whole body convulsing, her cry tearing through the arena.

"Oh fuck yes, drench that pole with your cum!" Someone screeched.

The crowd clapped and cheered around us while my dirty goddess moaned and rode through every wave. Her thighs were drenched, her hair wild and she gave that breathless giggling laugh that went straight to my cock every time.

Her legs wobbled as she stepped off the stage, and I was there before she hit the floor, grabbing her waist and pulling her hot flush body against me. Her vanilla scent hit me immediately.

"Hi Ares," She said in that breathless voice and my cock leaked precum against her thigh.

Her hand dropped to catch the bead of precum welling at my tip, swiping it up and bringing it to her lips, licking them clean while she looked up at me through that gold mask.

"Did you enjoy the show, Ares?"

"I did." My hand found her jaw, tilting her face up. "But I’m going to enjoy punishing you so much more."

My other hand came up and snapped a nipple clamp over her exposed nipple. Her scream split the air. Oh, she had no idea what I was about to do.