AMA - The Boyfriend Ch. 221-230

"I can still feel my ass recovering from your cock," she said to me, whispering right into my ear.

God, had that really just been earlier that day?

I glanced around, still able to remember that I was trying to be good when it came to Terra and JC. The alcohol was definitely making it harder to do that though.

"He's getting another dance from the blonde," Terra said, knowing what I was checking for. Then she kissed me hard. That did it and I slid my hand from her outer thigh where it had been resting back to her small, firm ass and grabbed it while the fingers of my other hand remained entwined with hers. She hummed happily into the kiss, teasing me with little flicks of her tongue, before pulling away. "I want to feel your hands on my bare ass again so bad," she whispered. "Grabbing me. Spanking me. God, Tiger, I want you again and again."

Terra got up and turned, sitting back down in my lap and starting to grind her butt on me. Her tennis skirt with the built-in booty shorts made it almost impossible for anything truly inappropriate to happen, but over the next couple of minutes of her 'dancing' on me I definitely felt like if we tried we could make it happen. The song ended though, and Terra leaned back into me and turned her head to kiss my neck.

I nuzzled down to kiss her ear, holding her at the waist. "I want you over and over again too, little elf."

She stood up and kissed me on the mouth again, then gave me a different sort of look. A conflicted one that part of me wished wasn't there because in my alcohol-inflated ego I knew she was trying to figure out things that should be decided sober and preferably not horny either. Then Cassidy came up behind her and hugged her, whispering something in Terra's ear. Terra nodded back, then turned to me and playfully stuck out her tongue before turning and hugging Cassidy quickly and slipping away.

"Hey, Tiger," Cassidy said, coming and sitting sideways on my lap. Her playful grin at feeling my hardness through my pants was barely contained. "Ami is going to put on a show for you."

"What kind of show?" I asked. Ami was casual about her body when she was comfortable, but I doubted she was comfortable enough here to do a striptease.

"You'll see," Cassidy said, then stood up and pulled me up and led me right up to the stage on the other side of the room. On the way my ass got grabbed twice, once openly by Leia who gave me a teasing smile, and once by either Cattie or Wanda and I couldn't tell which because they both just grinned at me.

Becca was standing with Ami and talking closely with her as I approached, and when she saw me she gave Ami a little kiss on the cheek and a wink before intercepting us. She looped her arm through mine and turned me towards the stage fully, just smiling at me. Ami, meanwhile, got up on the stage and went to one of the stripper poles.

She looked at me with a nervous smile, and I tried to give her all the encouragement I could with my eyes. Ami grabbed the stripper pole and twirled softly and gracefully on it. Then she put her foot down again and shifted her grip slightly before twirling once more, and I realized she was finding her balance with the pole.

And then Ami started to spin properly, and all I could do was watch mesmerized as she danced. It wasn't a sexual dance; she didn't take off any clothes, or flash her tits or ass in a particular display. Ami was wearing a longer, loose skirt that billowed slightly and gave her plenty of room to move her long, graceful legs to control her spins or kick out dramatically. I watched, with Cassidy on one side and Becca on the other, as Ami put on a performance that I could only call Artful.

I didn't notice while it was going on because I was so focused, but everyone in the room stopped what they were doing to watch. Even the bartender and the strippers. Hell, even Heather stopped flirting with Ginnie and Sherry.

Ami spun and twirled, her momentum never stopping even as she touched down to the ground as she pivoted and leapt to grab the pole higher. She was an acrobat and a dancer. She was grace personified.

The song, and I couldn't even say what song it was, ended and she stopped and immediately blushed as everyone in the room started cheering and clapping for her.

I stepped right to the edge of the stage and she came to me and let me pull her down into a hug that lifted her down from the stage. "You are an absolute Goddess, Ami," I told her. She grinned and kissed me, and she had to know everyone was still watching, but she did it anyway. And I kissed her back. It was sweet and sincere, with no tongue but all sorts of meaning behind it.

When she pulled away she looked up at me with her big brown eyes for a moment and then pressed her lips to my ear. "You make me feel so safe," she said. "So wanted. So... confident in myself. Thank you."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I kissed her again and she hugged me tightly as I did.

Chapter 228

I had another shot brought to me, this time by Leia who had a big, happy smile on her face as she presented it to me and then took the shot with me. Her cute, sheer top revealed most of her torso except for the black bandeau over her breasts and looking at her reminded me of our afternoon in bed. After taking the shot I wrapped her up in my arms and she melted against me a little bit as I ran my fingers up into her pastel rainbow hair and took a light grip to tilt her lips up to mine. She hummed hungrily into the kiss and I had to stop myself from sliding my other hand to grab a big palmful of her juicy butt through her kilt.

"Tomorrow?" she whispered to me when the kiss ended.

"God, I want you now," I whispered back.

That made her smile again and she pursed her lips in an air kiss before shaking her head and looking past me. I turned as well and found Cassidy and Becca walking towards us with Trixie.

"Have fun, Tiger," Leia said, squeezing my hand briefly, then stepping away and going to Ami and Zenya before I could ask her what she meant.

A hand grabbed my ass and I turned back, but realised that it wasn't my fiancee or Becca who had done it. Trixie was looking at me with a sexy smirk, her heavily shadowed eyes a little hooded and her bright pink hair swooped partially in front of her face.

"You need to be back here in an hour and a half; that's when we lose the room and need to leave," Becca said, leaning in to speak to Trixie and I.

Trixie raised an eyebrow and her smirk got a little bigger. "I can't be that long anyway or someone would notice," she said. "But isn't that a littlelong anyways?"

"Oh, girlie," Cassidy said. "You have no idea. An hour and a half with Robbie and you'll be wishing for another two even though your cooch wants to tap out."

That had my cheeks flushing. "I don't know aboutthat," I said.

"So, are we fucking?" Trixie asked me.

I looked at Cassidy and Becca, and both of them were smiling and nodding. "We already checked with everyone," Cassidy said. "All the girls said you should go for it. Even Cattie."

I wanted to ask what 'even Cattie' meant, but my thinking was still a little fuzzy and my cock was doing a lot of the heavy lifting in the conscious thought department. "I'd love to," I said. "Where?"

"Follow me," Trixie said, taking my hand and leading me towards the door. Cassidy darted forward and planted a peck on my lips as we left, and I caught several knowing looks from the other girls that I'd been having relations with. Trixie led me out of the private room but instead of heading into the main strip club area, she brought me down a side hallway where there was another, smaller 'champaign room' or whatever this place called it. We bypassed that as well and she opened an emergency exit that had big 'Only open in case of emergency' signs like an alarm would go off. It didn't and we were outside, the music dulled considerably as the heavy steel door closed behind us, this side of it painted like the rest of the building and lacking a handle.

"Here," I said, shrugging off the buttonless shirt and spreading it out to offer it to Trixie.

"That's not exactly going to keep me warm," she smiled with a little raise of her eyebrow as she allowed me to help her into it.

"No, and I don't know where you're taking me, but I'd rather people see a random shirtless guy than a random near-topless woman," I said. "And don't get me wrong, you look totally fucking hot, but there's a time and place with an outfit that."

"Thanks," she said after taking a breath. "Come on this way."

I followed her and she led me around the side of a building to a parking lot, though it wasn't the lot that me and the girls had parked in. This one was clearly the staff lot with about fifteen cars. It was even worse lit than the main one and was all hard-packed but pot-holed gravel. I immediately offered Trixie my arm to help her stay steady on her platform heels and she took it with another little thankful smile. We wove through a couple of the parked cars before stopping at an old SUV.

"Get in," she said, pulling the keys from under the back tire well of the driver's side.

"You don't take your keys inside?" I asked.

"Are you kidding me?" she chuckled. "I like most of my coworkers, but most of them are tight on money after handling their three accidental kids or their habits. Desperate bitches steal shit, so I don't take anything personal in if I can help it. Plus, no one is going to try and steal this piece of rolling crap anyways."

"I dunno," I said as I got into the passenger seat. "It has character."

"Well, I guess it's a good thing that people don't steal cars for their character," she chuckled as she got in and turned over the engine with a heavy, slightly-unhealthy grumble-cough-thrumm that reminded me more of a boat than a car.

"So where are we headed?" I asked.

"I know a place where we can get a little privacy," Trixie said, pivoting in the seat to look out the back window as she reversed the SUV. That had the effect of pressing her tits out from between the open sides of my shirt, the loose netting of her fishnet top pressing into the smooth, soft expanse of her cleavage, and I had to swallow once or risk drooling.

Trixie got us onto the road quickly and started driving. "Alright, so two things. The first is that I don't usually do this, OK? And you and your girlfriends aren't paying me - I'm not a hooker. I don't fuck people from the club. This is a one-time thing because I think you're sexy and I'm on a dry spell, you're from out of town so it won't cause me problems, and the fact that you've got seven different women all horny for you but also happy to share you out has me insanely curious." She turned to me at a stop sign. "You're not a cult leader, right?

"No, definitely not," I chuckled.

"Sex wizard?"

"No," I laughed. "That's a ridiculous concept."Though my fiancee does have a magic app. "What's the other thing - wait, actually, pull in here." I pointed to a convenience store that was still open.

"Why?" she asked, but did so.

"My fiancee and I don't use condoms since she's safe, but I assume you're not exactly looking to go raw with a random guy," I said. "I'll buy a pack."

"Well, that fixes the second thing then," she said, throwing the car in park in front of the door to the store. "Because you're right."

"I'll be just one second," I said, then hesitated. "I, uh, may need my shirt back to get service."

"True," she laughed, shrugging it off and handing it to me.

"And one other thing?" I asked. She cocked her head, and I leaned in while reaching up and gently taking her chin with just my thumb. I kissed her softly, just a little more than a peck worth of contact but perfectly smooth and casual and tender. As I pulled away she blinked her eyes back open.

"Fuck, you can kiss," she said.

"So can you," I said with a smile, then slipped out of the SUV. "Be right back."

Chapter 229

"OK, explain to me again the whole thing going on with you and all those women," Trixie said. We were back on the road after my condom-buying stop.

"Cassidy, the one with the purple hair, is my fiancee," I said. "We're high school sweethearts.All of the other women in that group, and the other guy, are models and cosplayers and stuff online. Many of them are completely safe-for-work stuff, or a little risque just to tease, and some do full OnlyFans kind of content. My fiancee likes the idea of sharing me and dropped that on me as we were driving out here for this trip. Becca, the blonde who organized everything, and the other blonde who was wearing the white top and black jeans but quickly became more than just a fling. Same-but-different with the Asian woman and the woman with the rainbow hair."

"What about the other two?" Trixie asked. "The super hot one with the black hair, and the sporty little spitfire?"

"It's... complicated," I sighed.

"So seven women, six of whom you started sleeping with this week?" Trixie asked as she pulled into the driveway of a single-story house that had a scraggly hedge running all the way around it. We were only maybe three blocks from the strip club and even with the stop at the store, it had only taken about six minutes.

"It's a little more complicated than that, and I haven't had sex with all of them," I said. "But yeah, pretty much."

"And now they all want me to have sex with you," Trixie smirked.

"Cassidy knew I had a thing for your aesthetic," I said. "But she could never really pull it off herself. You're kind of a fantasy woman for me in concept, but you're also absolutely fucking gorgeous, and I really like your confidence in front of a room even while you're exposed. And I wasn't running a line earlier - you're fun to talk to."

"God, the fact that I can tell you're sincere is kind of scary, even if you are a little buzzed," Trixie sighed. "I can see how they all started to catch feelings if they had the go-ahead and thought it was safe to." She leaned in over the centre console and kissed me again, this time longer and teasing me with her tongue dancing across my lips. I reciprocated and there was a brief moment as we started to make out before she pulled away. "Fuck," she laughed.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"My parent's place; they're out of town so don't worry about my Daddy coming out here with a shotgun," Trixie smirked. "But even if I think you're safe to fuck around with, I'm still not bringing you in. We're going to fuck out here like teenagers in the back seat."

"Fine with me," I chuckled. "Anything you do or don't want to happen? I assume you don't want your makeup to get messed up before going back to work."

"That would be great, thanks," she said. "And I've still got the buttplug in. Don't get any smart ideas about that - leave it alone, please."

"Got it," I said.

Trixie got out of the front seat and I followed, both of us piling onto the back bench seat. She pulled a lever and the entire back seat folded back - not quite flat, but at an open enough angle that we were definitely more lying than sitting if we sat back.

"I do like having my hair pulled," she said. "Just don't go crazy on me. And don't leave any marks - no hickies or scratches or anything."

"Going back to work," I nodded.

"Exactly," she said. She reached a hand under the bottom hem of her fishnet top and quickly peeled both of the pasties off of her wide, pale areola and big nipples. I groaned in appreciation and she smirked a little. "What about you? Any lines the fiancee doesn't want crossed?"

"Not that I know of," I said. "And I'm probably down for whatever as long as you're not trying to kick me in the nuts or stick something up my ass."

"So no prostate massaging?" Trixie chuckled.

"Not today," I laughed. I leaned over and kissed her again, this time pressing further as I lifted my hand and palmed her jaw to keep her in pace, my thumb running across her cheekbone.

"Mmm," she hummed into the kiss, her hands reaching for my shirt and pulling it off of me again. "Enough talking, let's get started. I want to see this cock all these women are obsessed with."

"Gladly," I said, "But first..." I reached down and took Trixie's smooth legs in my hands tugging her butt towards me as I sat as far back as I could. This pulled Trixie a little lower in the seat and I spread her pale thighs, the kilt riding up to show off her thong.

"Fuck, I like you taking command like that," Trixie said. "But you don't have to-"

"Hush," I said, leaning down and planting a kiss on her thigh. Trixie was fit from her stripping, but still soft and wonderfully warm against my lips. I quickly went lower, burying my nose against her thong and planting a kiss there.

Trixie exhaled with a waver but reached down between her legs and got her fingers in my hair. "Seriously, you don't need to."

"Are you kidding?" I chuckled. "I seriously do." And without waiting I pulled her thong aside. Trixie's pussy was very simple, but there was immense beauty in the simplicity. She had smooth outer lips that were completely bare and just the slightest hint of inner lips that were more like directions up towards her small little clit. The outer lips were the same pale white as the rest of her, but her inner parts were a soft pink, and she had a little v-patch of rich brown pubic hair carefully trimmed close to the skin. "Jesus Christ, you're so fucking pretty down here," I said and then immediately gave her a long, slow lick with my tongue.

My eyebrows shot up as I tasted her, but I was more surprised by the look on her face as I lifted from my first lick. "What's the matter?" I asked.

Her brow was furrowed and she was biting both her lips. She let her lips go and licked them lightly. "I know, I taste weird," she said.

"Who the fuck told you that?" I asked. "Trixie, you taste fucking amazing. You have the sweetest pussy I've ever tasted. You're like fucking candy."

"Really?" she asked, surprised. "I- Both of my exes said I tasted weird and didn't want to go down on me."

"No offence, but unless you dramatically changed your dietand medicationsand had some sort of hormone shift, your exes are absolute idiots," I said. "They were probably just assholes who thought it was 'gay' to eat you out or something."

Trixie looked at me for a long moment, then sighed and let her head drop back against the seat. "That's exactly the kind of shit both of them would say."

"You need better taste in partners," I said, bending down and giving her another slow lick.

Trixie sucked in a breath, her thighs quivering a little at the feeling I was giving her, and she ran her fingers through my hair some more. "This town isn't that big," she said. "I stopped dating a while ago."

"I don't blame you," I murmured, starting to plant little kisses on her lips just to test which spots would make her squirm a little. "But that's also a crying shame. Now, I've got a request - well, two."

"What's that?" she gasped.

I raised up from her pussy and looked her in the eyes. "I know you didn't mean to, but you let it slip. Can I call you Tanya? I'd much rather have sex withyou rather than your stage persona."

"OK," Tanya nodded. "I want that too."

"Then the other thing I need, Tanya, is for you to tell me to eat your pussy. Two idiots made you think it wasn't worth it, but it so fucking is and I plan on permanently changing your mind on that," I said. "So demand it, Tanya."

She looked me in the eye and tightened her grip on my hair, taking one moment to absorb what I said. "Eat me, Tiger," she said. One of the girls must have told her my nickname. "Eat my pussy."

"Gladly," I said and dipped back down to do just that.

Chapter 230

"Fuuuck, Tiger," Tanya moaned loudly from her throat, a little growl in there. Her pussy was pulsing around the tip of my finger as it massaged her entrance while I tongued around her upper lips and teased her small clit. Tanya's knees were dangling near her head as we'd slowly shifted. She was planted on the bottom of the back seat of her car by her shoulders and head, her ass raised up and resting on my chest as I leaned my neck down to access her delicious pussy. My other hand, the one that wasn't fingering her, was wrapped around her torso and softly teasing the areola and nipple of one of her big tits as it was still trapped in her fishnet top.