Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 16

"I..." she had shifted nervously out of the budding need she felt, "I don't understand what's happening." Go had chewed his lip, staring at the beautiful trapped housewife.

"I'm not sure that it maters," he had answered honestly, and paused, "But Dave has plans for you this weekend, so you're not allowed to play with any of my customers until you get back." Sharon had blinked in surprise, wondering why Dave had not mentioned anything, then accepting that he seldom told her what he had planned; she did not have any choice, after all.

"And will I have to... will I have guests at home?" Go snorted.

"If you can't entertain here you damn sure better not be working at home or I'll wring Dave's skinny neck." The flare of anger had made Sharon flinch, and Go nodded, immediately getting himself back under control. "The arrogant little fuck doesn't care that I got to deal with people who spent big money to spend some time with you... Fuckers who don't really like black people at all." Sharon had nodded, and Go's eyebrow had lifted again. Sharon had scrambled to explain herself,

"I wondered why there are so many South Africans... uhm, visiting me. I remember a little about the problems there with apartheid." Go had shrugged, relaxing again.

"Yeah... It's still a problem. And some of these assholes just want to hear that you like taking their cock as much as mine," he had snorted at the obvious humor in that comparison. "They're willing to pay for tickets across an ocean and to the armpit of this country for 20 minutes between your legs." Sharon had blushed, but Go had wagged a finger at her, "That's real power," he admonished, "The President cannot get other world leaders to fly to DC or New York for a meeting as easily." Sharon had blushed, amazed and proud that she could get men to behave like that.

"I'm sorry it's a problem," Sharon told him, "Though to be honest, I enjoy the regulars more." Go had laughed, and Sharon blushed, horrified that she had admitted that... and that it was true.

"Oh, it's not that big a problem, little bitch," the club owner was still chuckling, "And believe me these racist assholes pay through the nose for a turn with our best girl." Sharon's blush deepened, her need blossoming. "Don't' you worry about it. Just do what Dave tells you and get back here to tease me with that impossibly hot body." Sharon had smiled at that, automatically assuming a pose she knew was provocative. She wanted to ask about the blood, but sensed Go would not tell her, even if he knew.

"Well," she bit her lip enticingly, "I haven't been able to enjoy myself today..." Go snorted, not reminding her that she had been in the champagne room for several hours before Dave had called a stop to things, "And if I can't work the floor, I thought..." She stopped, unbuttoning the front of the top she had donned in preparing to circulate among the customers. Go smiled, letting the aroused white housewife continue her impromptu striptease. Sharon swayed and moved instinctively, muscle memory from hours and hours on stage syncing with the muted sound of the music playing out in the club. She had closed the distance from where she had stopped until she was leaning over Go's broad desk, her bare breasts swaying enticingly. The club owner's eyes followed her every move, and when she climbed up onto the deep mahogany desktop, he pushed farther away from the desk, provocatively lowering his fly.

Sharon's breath had increased at the partial sight of his big cock, curled inside his trousers. She felt the flow of her juices as if a spigot had been turned. She deftly stripped her panties off, leaving the micro miniskirt in place before executing a graceful somersault across the tabletop dropping smoothly onto the plush carpet in front of Go's chair, even as her hands eagerly fished the club owner's cock out of his open fly. She did not bother with teasing, sucking him into her throat and bobbing her head eagerly.

"Mmmm," Go's big hand had come to rest in her hair, "That tongue stud does make a difference," he admitted, and she giggled around his rising erection, fondling his heavy balls with one hand while frigging her dripping slit with the other. He let her continue until he was fully hard, and then caught hold of her hair, lifting her free. Eyes tearing, Sharon whined, trying to reach him with her tongue, her entire focus having shrunk to getting him off... and getting off herself. "You know we shouldn't be doing this," he had taunted her, "You're supposed to be off limits until you're wherever Dave is taking you."

"I don't care," Sharon had whined, "I want it... Please fuck me, daddy... Please?!" Almost before she knew it, Go had pulled her fully up still by the hair, deftly spinning her so that she found herself face down on his desk. The violence and discomfort did not matter, though, because by then he had stepped up, sliding fully into Sharon's wanting sex, and the aroused white housewife was thrashing in an obvious orgasm, hips bucking up and back against him, welcoming his thrusts.

He set a languid pace, reaching down to tweak her clit as he relentlessly poled her with his full length. Sharon panted and moaned and climaxed again within a couple minutes. The buzzer rang. Sharon looked over at the monitor by her head. She and Go saw Dave standing in the hallway, staring pointedly up at the camera Sharon had never noticed before. The club owner chuckled, catching Sharon's hips and picking up the pace.

"Can't have that little killjoy ruin this, can way?" he grunted. Sharon could not formulate the words to respond, her only awareness that she was about to cum, and her fear that Dave would hear if she cried out the way she wanted. The struggle to keep quiet seemed to increase the power of her climax. And then she felt Go cutting loose deep inside of her. She shuddered, trying to remember if he had done that before. "Don't worry, little bitch," he taunted, "I know you're safe now... This is the way it's supposed to happen," he taunted, slapping her ass, still pulsing within her twitching box, "& I have to make you completely mine after all," he added pointedly. Keeping her impaled on his impressive cock, Go pulled Sharon back until she slipped off of his desk top, almost hitting her head as he settled into his chair. Sharon fell below the desk top, bracing on her hands, and then he was rolling forward, pushing her underneath into the unusually large space beneath his desk. Her body was still trembling from her climax and the sensation of his having filled her up... his big cock still buried inside of her. Go had reached down, tweaking her clit and warned, "Better not make a sound," and then had buzzed Dave into the room.

"Did you send her home?" Dave had asked without preamble.

"Did I send who home?" Go asked, selecting a page from his in box and lifting the heavy Mont Blanc pen off of the blotter.

"Sharon. I told Daniel to have her cool her heels in the dressing room, but she wasn't in there."

"You told Daniel..." Go echoed, "I'm sorry, I didn't know Daniel was your employee."

"Cut the shit," Dave said impatiently, "Where is she?"

"How should I know?" Go shifted in his chair, which made Sharon arch her back, biting her knuckles to keep from moaning. Just staying balanced was difficult, her head below her hips, which were anchored in place by Go's still semi-hard cock. "You told me she was off limits for my customers. I didn't know I was supposed to keep an eye on her," He hit a button on his desk and pointed to the bank of monitors which began to scroll through the various cameras, "Here, look for her..." Of course, neither of them saw her. Go rocked in his seat, enjoying having the helpless white wife at his mercy. He also enjoyed Dave being none the wiser, but he did not want to spoil the ZB schemer's plans; there was a definite upside to having a famous porn star dancing at your club. The combination of pleasant stimuli was quickly bringing him back for more.

"Is her car still out in the lot?" Go asked and Dave shrugged.

"I don't know. I'll check." Dave started for the door, then paused and turned back, "Can you see if Daniel and the others can find her?"

"You're worried about her?" Go cocked his head. Dave shrugged, then nodded.

"Like you said, you'll have some unhappy customers. We can't have someone stealing our girl now, can we?" Go nodded, and given what Dave had said, he wondered if somehow the ZB member had a tap on the club's cameras. The cameras in his office he had thought were shielded and safe from prying eyes, but he would have to have that checked. He had expected Dave would say something that would anger his best dancer, pushing her more into his own orbit. Go smiled, wondering how much closer Sharon could get to his orbit as he leaned forward on the desk, pretending to respond to Dave's request, but in reality pushing his resurgent cock fully back into Sharon's still hot sex. There was a muted moan beneath him that he masked by clearing his throat.

"I'll do that," he agreed, flipping a switch and telling the security team to keep an eye out for Sharon, adding that when they saw her they should bring her to his office. Dave nodded his thanks and reached he door, but before he could leave Go said, "So if she's off limits to our customers, does that mean you aren't going to get some tonight?" The frat boy barked a laugh.

"Fuck no!" Dave snickered, "I know I'm clean. And she's my bitch." Go just nodded, having scored what he wanted, he could tell by the way Sharon had shifted on his gently thrusting cock. Aware that Dave might still know Sharon was there and was playing along, he waited when the other man left until the light on the desk indicated the door had not only closed, but the lock had engaged. Then he rolled back, dragging Sharon, still impaled, out from under the desk. She caught hold of the edge, rising off of her knees and pressing back, taking him to the root, and arched her back, shimmying her hips in a wonderfully erotic manner while holing him buried.

"Not fair," she managed, but pumped back at him in earnest. Go laughed, spanking her bare ass on three repeated thrusts before he stood up out of his chair, lifting the smaller woman's feet off of the floor as she gasped, struggling to brace herself on the edge of her desk, her pelvis held suspended in the air by his jutting erection. Chuckling, aware that the rumble would be transmitted through his cock into the helpless housewife's sex, Go stepped forward, fully burying himself in her delightful heat. He continued forward, and a moment later Sharon was again prone on his desk, their mingled fluids dripping onto the blotter and the carpet in front of her chair.

Go pulled out, pushing a thumb easily into Sharon's empty pussy and pinching down, his curled fingers applying pressure to her clit as his thumb worked her G-spot in the manner he had seen them practice on one of the recent Sharon DVD's being screened in the men's room at the club. Sharon gasped, her back arching. He chuckled again, watching her muscles go taut. He waited a second, then pushed himself into her ass, ignoring the way her breath caught, working his hand in small circles, never releasing the pressure on her sex as he worked half of his big bent shaft into her in once stroke. He backed out to the crown of his cock head, then pushed forward again, seating three fourths of his length.

He spanked her bare ass with his free hand as he backed out, and that seemed to trigger Sharon's release; she literally flooded the desktop and blotter. Go was surprised, but he did not stop, driving into her more eagerly, seating himself fully, and then immediately set a rapid pace, hammering into her ass in full strokes. Her release ebbed only after almost twenty seconds, and by then Go was ready to finish as well. True, he could have held off, the benefit of years using beautiful women and 'edging' when he was alone, but he knew Dave would be back soon if the beautiful white wife did not reappear in the club. It was time to take his own pleasure.

Go shouted as he thrust into Sharon a final time, holding himself tight against her still trembling ass cheeks as he tweaked her clit repeatedly and emptied himself inside of her. Scooping her thong off of the desk with his free hand, he smiled, thinking it had been there while Dave had been in the room. Go wadded the cotton fabric up and used it to dam his cum in Sharon's loose ass when he pulled out. He flipped her skirt down as if he was concerned about her modesty and swatted her ass through the fabric.

"Better get back to the dressing room so Dave can find you," he taunted the panting wife and flopped into his seat. Sharon nodded jerkily, leaning down to peck him on the cheek, except that Go turned his head at the last moment and instead Sharon willingly shared a long passionate French kiss. When he backed off, Sharon looked for her top, which had slipped into the seat beside Go. He held it out to her, adding, "You're lucky," he glanced pointedly at the wet mess that was his desktop, "If you didn't have someone looking for you I'd have you cleaning this mess up." Sharon blushed as she fixed her top.

"It isn't pee, I promise," she began. Go laughed.

"Oh I know that," he had never seen a woman squirt like Sharon... oh, on videos, yes, but over more than a decade breaking dancers in he had never had a woman squirt. Considering the maneuver was so easy, he planned to have lots of girls soiling his blotter going forward. It never paid to let the girls know they had shown him something new, though. "But it's still a mess. Sexy as hell, but who's gonna clean this up?" Sharon giggled at the mock severity of his expression. She kissed is cheek, "I'll be back as soon as I can," she promised and then left, never considering that she had just spoken to the club owner as she would her husband. Then again, she had been so busy since coming back to school that she had not really thought about her family.

Sharon was still so buzzed from her orgasms and the thrill of Go's fucking her right in front of Dave without the ZB's knowledge that she barely remembered the trip back into the dressing room. She petted Daniel's muscled bicep, smiling blissfully at the bouncer's surprised reaction and nodding as he stammered that she was supposed to go see Go. She stood on her tiptoes, pecking the blushing man's cheek, and telling him she hoped he was still working when she got back in a few days so she could see how good he was in the champagne room. The other girls who had witnessed the exchange laughed quietly about the young man's obvious embarrassment and as obvious arousal. They assumed she was merely taunting the young man, but Sharon's move guaranteed that the housewife would not be the first dancer to have sampled his charms by the time her chance arrived.

The housewife grabbed her things then dutifully reversed her course, heading back toward Go's office. Dave intercepted Sharon before she reached it, but with a hand on her elbow he led her to the club owner's door. Dave knocked and after a moment it clicked open. Sharon was a little surprised to find Naomi on her back with Go humping into her steadily when they walked in. She blinked, aware that it had not been ten minutes since she had been there... with Go fucking her ass.

"Can't you see I'm a little busy?" the club owner groused, as Dave smirked and Sharon blushed, trying not to feel jealous about another dancer enjoying Go's attention. For her part, Naomi was clearly enjoying the screwing the club owner was giving her. She did not bother trying to cover up, watching curiously form her upside down vantage point as Sharon shifted beside Dave.

"Glad you have your priorities in order," Dave smirked, leaving the older man convinced ZB had their eyes plugged into the club's entire surveillance system. He had to hand it to Dave, though, the young man had kept him in the dark, even making a statement that Go would never have made, because he was sure Sharon would bring up later. Both men were too experienced, though, to have betrayed anything, recorders or not. And more importantly to Go, Dave had not been upset that the big club owner had ignored the 'off limits' rule that had been placed on their prize ZB Bitch and budding porn star. He had mostly called Naomi into the office to be an adequate explanation if the ZB had been suspicious but not certain and was worried about the 'off limit' order-- Go would have had a valid answer as to who was the blonde he had been fucking.

It had made Go wonder if the 'erase all' button that was designed to 'fry' the security system in the event of something happening he did not want to have to explain to the police would affect the ZB collection. He knew it would not touch his back up system, because he had been confident no one else knew about the piggy backed redundancy which transmitted all feeds to an off site system that he owned through a shell corporation. The club owner had learned long before to always have contingencies. He wondered if Shaun and Dave were that smart, knowing at a glance that poor Sharon Sobel was not... the woman was book smart, but look what that had gotten her.

Of course, Sharon had had no way of knowing any of that as she stood beside Dave, her attention mostly diverted to the trickle of the club owner's jism as it was oozing from her pussy. She had her inner thighs pressed tightly together. His second load remained stoppered in her ass by her panties.

"I'm gonna take Sharon now, if that's OK," Dave explained, surprising both Go and Sharon.

"She still has a set," Go pointed out unnecessarily.

"But you've got Lisa. I watched them last set; she'll do fine," Dave was not really asking, and to Sharon's surprise Go just nodded. Again she found herself feeling jealous, this time at how easily she could be replaced in Fallen Angels. And she was anxious about whatever it was that Dave had planned. As Dave caught her elbow and led her out, Go shouted after them.

"Bring our girl back ready to work, Dave..." Dave had just waved his free hand, but Sharon had felt a perverse swelling of gratitude that both men thought of her in a protective way. The possessive component was no longer something she dwelled on.

Though she had her things, Sharon asked Dave to let her change. She was wearing only a halter top and a thin minidress, nothing she would usually wear out of the club. Dave shook his head, telling her they did not have time. Puzzled, since he had to have expected she would dance the third set, the blonde white housewife nevertheless obediently followed her lover and handler out to her Range Rover. She did not wonder that Dave had a remote and key for it, simply climbing into the passenger seat. And she never even considered asking where they were heading.

She would have recognized when Dave took a different exit than what she usually used to get home, except that the big frat member opened his pants and had the white wife bobbing her head on his cock before they had even pulled out of the club's parking lot. He stopped to get the ticket from the automated machine, pleased when Sharon never slowed or stopped to see what was going on, even when he lowered the window. He selected a stall in the more expensive covered parking area before he killed the engine, leaving the radio blaring as he reclined the driver's seat and let Sharon finish him off. He did not bothered trying to delay it; she was really a skilled cocksucker, after all, so she did not need the practice, and they really did have a deadline. He smiled, admitting silently that the new tongue stud was a neat trick. In fact, it had been an effort of sorts already not to cut loose, and he had been doing the three beat breathing for the last couple minutes looking for a parking stall to hold off cumming until they had arrived.