Lapdancing Girlfriend Ch. 05

She was about to answer a question asked by one of the other men on how often she practiced on the pole when she let out a loud grunt, saying, "Fuck!" in surprise.

The cause of her outburst was the rude foreman's finger, which had jammed slid into the crack of her ass, and pressed directly upon her rectum! In shock she realized his finger was still covered with the butter from the miniature lobster tails, another grunted outburst coming from her as she suddenly felt his grossly lubricated finger slip into her anus.

Even more embarrassing and shocking was her body's reaction, her hips involuntarily pushing backwards as the man's finger popped through her anal sphincter and buried itself completely inside her ass!

One of the men asked if she were alright and she nodded, suppressing another gasp as the man beside her began moving his finger in and out of her asshole!

Diamond tried to maintain her composure and not draw attention to herself or her predicament, not wanting to make a scene, trying to act nonchalant as the rude man's finger moved in and out of her ass.

She was relieved when she saw Mr. DeWight and the other large man, Jake, return, expecting Tim to pull his finger out of her at the other men's presence.

"My apologies for leaving," Mr. DeWight said as he greeted the other two men as well. "I hope Diamond kept you sufficiently engaged," he said.

Diamond could not believe her circumstances, standing in front of five men, bottomless, with one of the men's fingers shoved directly into her butt!

"Actually, Diamond showed me a compelling reason to invest in her production," Tim said as his finger again plunged into Diamond's anus. "Isn't that so Diamond?" he smiled at her.

Diamond could not believe her body's reaction as she involuntarily pushed her hips back, further embedding the man's digit into her ass.

Completely at the man's mercy, still not wanting to give any more attention to herself, Diamond stood there in complete disbelief as Mr. DeWight made small talk with the men while Tim's finger continued to move in and out of her asshole.

To her shame, she felt her body become even more aroused, the obscene invasion of the man upon her body and in such a manner completely degrading, which in turn was highly exciting.

She was thankful when Mr. DeWight said they needed to meet with other guests, relieved as Tim finally pulled his finger out of her rectum once and for all.

For a brief moment she actually felt a sense of loss at the removal of his digit from her ass, looking at the man in shame as he grinned at her lecherously, the awareness of her actually enjoying his manipulation clearly upon his face.

"Diamond, it's been a pleasure as always," the man said. "I hope next time we can continue our discussion with a larger topic," the man grinned as Diamond blushed, the man's emphasis upon the word 'larger' leaving no doubts in her mind as to what he was inferring.

Surely he did not think he would be having anal sex with her, she thought?

But Mr. DeWight's arm around her leading her away from the men caught her attention, as she was led to another pair of men.

Diamond could not believe she had just been finger fucked in the ass, in public no less! And by a man she could not stand!

She could not refute how aroused she was though, actually yearning to feel a cock inside her. Her mind recalled the night before when Carl had first entered her anally, the sensations as his cock entered her long unused orifice.

To her dismay she felt an immediate warmth between her legs, knowing her arousal was now leaking out of her core, spreading along her slit.

For the millionth time she wondered why her body was becoming so aroused.

And the party continued on, unconcerned with her dismay and bewildered thoughts. Once again Mr. DeWight introduced her to man after man and she once again gave in to her sluttiness as her body was groped, caressed, and openly defiled.

Several men were brazen enough to finger her bared pussy, her shame complete at their discovery of her wetness and arousal. And she stood there meekly while the men talked to Mr. DeWight, their fingers exploring her core, even finger-fucking her several times.

Her arousal overshadowed her shame as she got caught up in her lustful thoughts. As she was fondled by the men, her thoughts no longer cared about the party or the people around her, focusing solely upon the men touching her.

Lost to her body's arousal, Diamond's hips actually moved, urging the men touching her core on; however, Mr. DeWight always interrupted her fondling sessions as he led her to another group over and over, before she could ever reach a climax.

By the end of the night she was wired tight, almost willing to fuck anything to release her heightened desire as guests started to leave.

Full of alcohol, drugs, and her own lust, Diamond was barely aware of her surroundings. She felt like she was in a dream as Mr. DeWight told her how proud he was, stating over two dozen people had committed to purchasing entries for her syndication party. She vaguely recalled him telling her he would go over the specifics of the party later in the week, also reminding her to come up with routines with Kitten and Crystal.

Eventually, as the number of hostesses began to become greater than that of the guests, Mr. DeWight led her back to Nick and Dan. Seeing her fiancé, Jen wanted nothing more than to take Dan to a secluded spot and fuck his brains out.

Unfortunately, such was not the case as Mr. DeWight told her beloved, "Three-D, would you mind joining me in my study in a few minutes?" he asked.

The party was dying down, stray people thanking Mr. DeWight and going outside for the valets to bring their cars or chauffeurs to pick them up. The scantily clad hostesses were cleaning up the ballroom, and Jen had the abstract thought of how nice it would be to be so wealthy you could hold a party and never have to worry about cleaning it up.

Her attention was brought back to the three men around her as Mr. DeWight said, "Nick, I'm sure you and Diamond wish some alone time, so I'll bid you good night. I'll see you both in the morning. Let's say breakfast at eight?" he inquired.

Nick spoke for them both as his arm went around Jen's waist, the warmth of his palm upon her hip making her aware of sliding beneath her outfit.

"That would be great, wouldn't it honey?" the FBI agent asked her as she numbly nodded, to distracted by the man's hand upon her bare hip than the conversation.

Even the touch of the FBI agent fed her lust, as she realized regretfully her body would be unfulfilled tonight, once again yearning to be alone with Dan so she could slake the lust built up within her.

A thrill went through her as Nick's hand tightened upon her hip, banishing her daydream.

"Excellent idea Charles, we will bid you good night and see you both in the morning," the young man said, leading Jen to the stairs.

"That went well I think," Nick said to her quietly as they made their way up the stairs. "DeWight showed me our room earlier, and I was able to check it out," the man said, Jen's heart fluttering at his comment on 'their room' before he continued. "As should be expected the room is bugged. It has at least one camera in the bedroom right above the entrance and pointing towards the bed, so the entire room is pretty much covered. There's also a camera in the bathroom," he told her. "We need to act completely natural the minute we go into the room, like a couple who has been together for years to protect our covers," Nick said her as they headed to the bedroom.

Jen was shaken as she was once again reminded she was working for the FBI, and actually undercover with an actual FBI agent. She once more became aware of the several thousands of dollars of surveillance equipment currently on her person as she let herself be led down the hall to the bedroom.

Jen wondered what happened to Velvet, not having seen the girl since the party started; however, she was too tired and strung out to care as Nick guided her into the bedroom.

She was momentarily panicked when she comprehended she was sharing the bedroom with the FBI agent—the very one who had finger-fucked her behind Dan's back as he gave her a tattoo—but she then realized this was all business. To the agent, this was work and being with him and undercover was actually safer as she stepped into the room and once again looked around while the agent shut and locked the bedroom door. They may be in the room together, but everything would be professional she knew.

Then she was startled as Nick's arms wrapped around her, pulling her back against his chest as he said loudly, "God, I've missed you Hon."

Jen understood he was acting, knowing of the surveillance equipment within the room. She was bothered by the fact they may be spied upon, but this was her new reality. She was under constant surveillance wearing the technical jewelry, and even her own house had been bugged—not only the FBI, but by Mr. DeWight himself. She no longer had any privacy and knew she had to act in character as well.

As such, she leaned back into Nick's body and said, "Oh, I missed you too honey," she stated loudly.

Nick's voice whispered against her ear, "Don't overdo it, keep your voice normal," he cautioned as Jen made a small nod.

One of his arms moved away from her and moved behind her, but Jen kept still as his other arm held her. She was fully aware of the man's touch, her previous arousal undiminished as her mind focused upon the FBI agent's arm, how his hand rested upon her ribs just beneath her right breast, and how her left breast rested lightly upon his forearm.

She almost moaned out loud when his other arm once again encircled her.

Then she gasped in astonishment as the man reached in front of her and literally ripped her dress opened, the crisscrossed ribboning breaking easily with a series of small tears as in one motion, the agent pulled the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor between them.

Jen was now naked, wearing nothing but her expensive Louboutin shoes, once again startled when the FBI agent pulled back against him, surprised to feel Nick's bare chest against her back.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out in shock and, to her own dismay, enjoyment as Nick's cock suddenly slammed into her core, burying his shaft completely inside her!

In her sudden startlement three things stood out in clarity within Jen's mind—first, with her heels on, she was the perfect height for Nick to enter her in this position; second, his cock was the perfect size to not cause her any pain, entering her easily and her body instantly accommodating his size within her; and third, to her shame and chagrin, that she was so wet he could easily plunge into her with a single stroke.

"Oh God!" she moaned again as Nick's cock pulled back and once again slammed into her.

She groaned in abandonment as the FBI agent's hands cupped her bare breasts, tweaking her nipples as his hips began to move, his cock sliding in and out of her in a constant rhythm.

"Call out my name, we need to make this sound real," Nick whispered in her ears.

Real, she thought? How real could it get, she wondered, grunting as the agent's cock once again slammed into her.

But as suggested, whether it was from his urging or the sleazy motivation of his cock moving in and out of her saturated and aroused pussy, she did as told.

"Oh God Nick, that feels great!" she cried out, no in mock loudness, but in true passion. "Oh God, fuck me, yeah baby, that's it, harder," she said.

Taking her comments to heart Nick began moving faster, plunging his cock in and out of her quickly, the room echoing with the 'plop-plop-plrop' sounds of his pelvis slamming into the stripper's ass as he fucked her.

After being teased all night, Jen could not help but relish the feeling of a cock finally inside of her. She had been constantly stimulated all night, and now she was getting the fucking she had desired. Although ashamed it was not Dan, her one and only love, her body did not care as it savored the FBI's manhood plunging in and out of her eager core.

Meanwhile Nick was squeezing, kneading, and tweaking Jen's breasts, her body jerked wildly by each thrust as the man fucked her while standing in the middle of the room.

Jen could not believe how easily her body caved in, her hips moving automatically to accept the thrusts by the agent as he plunged into her again and again.

To her dismay he suddenly pulled out of her, neither of them close to release as he told her to get on the bed.

Without hesitation Jen moved to the platform bed and climbed onto it on her hands and knees. She looked back at the young agent, his cock sticking proudly out from his body, glistening from her arousal and groaned as he moved behind her. Jen grunted in response as the man once again plunged his cock into her core, groaning as he now moved even deeper inside her.

Grasping her hips firmly, Nick began truly fucking her, his cock slamming into her over and over as his pelvis slapped into her ass. Meanwhile Jen was grunting with each thrust, the "Unk...Unk...Unk...Unk" of her grunts filling the room as the FBI agent's cock continued pummeling her.

Abruptly Jen let out a scream of pleasure as her orgasm flooded her body, her pussy clenching repeatedly around the cock thrusting inside her. Then, seconds after her own orgasm, the FBI agent's body slammed into her one more time, her core heating up as the young agent came inside her, his cock throbbing against her vaginal walls as his balls pumped his load deep inside her.

Jen moaned as she both voluntarily and involuntarily clenched her pussy, milking the cock inside her. She moaned again as the FBI agent's body collapsed on to her back, his hands grasping her breasts as she stretched out her arms, lowering herself onto the bed, the FBI agent fully upon her, his cock still inside of her.

"Wow, that was intense," Nick said to her as she laughed in post-coital bliss.

"You could say that," she agreed.

Slowly, as his cock softened, it eventually slipped out of her, accompanied by the warm sensation of his cum on the inside of her legs.

They did not say another word, not even bothering to get ready for bed as Nick got up and turned off the lights.

Jen kicked off her shoes before crawling under the covers, but did not say a word as the agent was soon also in bed with her, spooning against her back, the heat of his bare skin against hers.

Within minutes they both fell asleep. Jen had one of the longest days in a while, sleep coming to her quickly from her earlier routine, the photo-shoot, the stress of the night and being felt up at the party, and now the intense fucking she had received, her mind finally shutting down completely as sweet oblivion overcame her.

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Jen's dreams were filled with being fucked, fingered, fondled, and fervently ravished over and over.

She groaned as dreamed about again getting fucked furiously, just like earlier in the night with the young FBI agent. She groaned in her dreams as the cock pounded into her pussy over and over, her hips eagerly urging it on, her groans and moans almost audible to her ears.

Suddenly Jen opened her eyes, sudden comprehension of her surroundings coming to her as she realized it was not a dream, that she was once again receiving a furious fuck. And then her mind exploded as her body abruptly began shaking, her entire being flooded by an orgasm as she came over and over.

And still the cock within her plunged into her repeatedly.

Through the mixture of sleep-clouded thoughts and fog of arousal, Jen took note of her surroundings. She was laying upon her side in the bed, her top leg bent forward, while Nick—at least she assumed it was him—fucked her relentlessly, his cock slamming into her core over and over as his skin slapped against her ass, the staccato sound of 'slap-slap-slap-slap' filling the room.

"Oh Jesus Christ!" she yelled as another wave of her body's release flooded through her, the FBI agent pounding into her relentlessly.

"Sit up!" Nick commanded as he pulled out of her.

His arms roughly guided her to the head of the bed, and in her still clouded mind, she complied without question. At home she would have grasped the headboard; however, as the platform bed had none she suddenly stood up, leaning forward against the full wall glass window with her legs spread, as Nick also stood up on the bed and moved behind her.

Without any pre-amble he once again plunged his cock into her eagerly awaiting slit, and Jen groaned, her torso pushed forward against the cool glass.

Jen moaned in complete sexual abandonment as the FBI agent once again fucked her standing from behind, her body enthusiastically accepting his cock, thrust after thrust jerking her body forward into the glass window.

The coolness of the window against her breasts contrasted sharply with the heat of her body yet another wave of release coursed through her.

And the FBI agent still relentlessly plowed into her.

Jen was awake now, and from her perspective, looked out over the pool. Even in her lustful delirium she could appreciate how amazing the pool was, being a large natural rock formation similar to pictures she had seen of the Playboy Mansion's grotto pool.

She grunted as Nick shifted his position slightly and rubbed a new part of her vaginal walls. His thrusts began moving into her faster and faster, his cock rock hard and she knew he was close to release, her meeting his thrusts as her body accepted all the punishment he could give her.

Movement below in her periphery caught her eye, and Jen looked down. Unexpectedly her eyes opened wide in horror. There, below them and completely in view, was Mr. DeWight and Dan sitting at a table next to the pool! And both of their gazes were turned up to them, looking up at her—her own fiancé watching as another man fucked her!

To her shame she saw Mr. DeWight raise a glass in a toast to her, while Nick's body pressed her against the window, his cock plunging into her over and over.

"Oh God! Nick stop!" she said, ashamed to be seen by her own fiancé as another man ravished her body.

"Fuck, I'm close baby...just...a bit...more!" he yelled. Suddenly he plunged into her one final time, grasping her body tightly as his cock once again released inside of her, the sensation of his ejaculate infusing her birth canal suddenly putting her own body over the edge as she moaned, another orgasmic wave triggering while the FBI agent's cock continued emptying within her.

Jen was mortified as she stood there, leaning against the window as another sprayed his release inside her while her fiancé looked on from below.

She could not suppress the groan that left her mouth as spurt after spurt of Nick's ejaculate entered her.

Abruptly he pulled out of her, suddenly grasping her shoulder as he spun her body around.

"Turn around, suck me off!" he ordered.

To her shame, Jen's body obeyed before her mind could even grasp a thought, turning around and dropping to her knees, immediately opening her mouth while Nick shoved his cock past her lips.

Both of them groaned, him from the sensation of her wet and hot mouth and lips around his cock, her from the sensual taste of cum and her own arousal.

Nick's cock jerked in her mouth, releasing another spurt of ejaculate as she sucked, her tongue gliding over his shaft shamelessly cleaning him off, knowing she was completely visible to Mr. DeWight and her own fiancé.

Finally Nick pulled out of her mouth as Jen collapsed back onto the bed, out of sight of her beloved.

They were both startled when there was a sudden knock upon the door.

"I'll get it," Nick said, leaving Jen lying on the bed, completely spent.