UNDERCOVER

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Chapter 7: Girthy Ry (Part 2)

It was freaking surreal to walk inside the club in the cop costume.

The ultimate inception experience.

I sat on the bar and Jake barely recognized me.

"Oh. Wow, you almost look like a real policeman. I got scared for a second."

His joke almost made me regret my choice immediately.

Although, as per my initial conversation with Peter on the subject, which sort of undercover cop would be dumb enough to dress as a member of the police force?

I was quite literally hiding in plain sight and it was thrilling.

For some reason, it got me even hornier than usual.

I scanned the room and tried to look as sexy as I could be.

On the other side of the club, I caught Manuel walking into a private room with an old guy. A very old guy, like the kind of age you would not think men would still be able to get it up.

Despite our talk, he had not gotten into much details regarding what actually was going on behind the curtain.

Maybe I was better off not knowing.

Jeffrey A.K.A. the Magic Stick came to get me a few moments later for my first performance on stage.

He was dressed as a slutty maid, - stockings, G-strings and suspender belts -, and we joined Will and Javier both dressed as firemen, - armed with the biggest hoses -, on the platform.

I was so used to the drill now that I did not even have to think about it while twerking and receiving dollar bills in my pants.

I even knew the Lady Gaga and Madonna songs by heart. There was also a lot of Charlie XCX playing during our performances.

I used the zipper on the back of my trousers to good use when I revealed my bare ass in the middle of the show.

That was a real crowd-pleasure move, especially when Javier started spanking me.

Some of my new colleagues had told me about the bad spirit and nasty competitions in some of the clubs they had worked before, but there, at the Rainbow, the entire team was chill and working in good fun.

Manuel joined us in his military gear when he was done with his private show.

I thought that I saw a white fluid on the bottom corner of his full lips but maybe it was my imagination talking.

Or my wishful thinking?

Was I hard, again?!

To be fair, I was not jerking off enough lately. I had been advised to keep my balls full at whole time for the nightly performances but it was messing with my libido.

I suppose that the cameras in my new flat were not helping either.

Besides, I had not laid my hands on a woman for more than six weeks at this point, a personal record since my teenage years.

I returned to the bar after my performance because I liked to talk with Jake, - he was super chill -, and Jeffrey (and his damn Magic Stick) could be annoying when he was in charge backstage.

Not to say, a pain in the ass.

A few guys came up to me for pictures and handed me some more twenty-dollar bills.

I did not drink any alcohol since I was on duty but I enjoyed my iced coke. (I wrote coke here, not cock, you pervert!)

"You should go to the private cabin, there, number 3." Jake screamed in my ear while pointing to one of the red curtains.

The techno music was blasting off.

"What for?"

"A client requested a private show from you."

"I don't remember agreeing to this." I shouted back.

Jake had a cheeky smile on his face.

"He's a very peculiar client. You should go, mate. Trust me."

"Peculiar? Like? He's got loads of money?"

"He's super wealthy, that's for sure."

Jake winked at me and went to service another customer.

I was perplexed... and curious.

As Manuel had mentioned, if I was uncomfortable, I could still put my own boundaries and just leave.

I was not going to let myself be bullied by a customer at a gay strip club.

Also, it was only right for my character to take the bait and give this private show a shot, right? It was all for the mission! I was supposed to be a stripper willing to do anything to make some money.

I walked to private room number 3 but it took me some time to get there as I was being felt up by a bunch of clients on the way.

Dang. They were insatiable!

In all fairness, I was looking very hot that night.

Did I forget to zip back my pants or did someone play with the zipper as I moved around? Either way, I arrived at the private cabin in my cop uniform while feeling a breeze against my bare cheeks.

I assumed that whoever the rich client was, he would like it better that way, my bum exposed.

I tried to be my sexiest-self, I opened the curtain and the narrow room was all in the dark except for a single dim purple neon.

This was not too surprising; intimacy and discretion were key there.

A tall man was sitting on a red couch, smoking inside, which was not allowed in the club. He was not looking at me.

I got closer and with the neon purple light, through the smoke, I finally identified him.

Artem Kravchenko, barely acknowledging that I had walked inside the cabin, wearing his dapper beige expensive suit, was smoking a large cigar.

I froze on the spot.

Damn... That explained the "peculiar client" comment!

"S... Sir." I stammered.

He had another drag of his cigar.

For sure, he would not be scolded by the staff for smoking, he owned the entire establishment.

And finally, Artem Kravchenko, the target I had been after for a couple of weeks now, turned his face towards me.

"They call you Girthy Ry... Is this correct?"

"Yes, it is."

He had the faintest smile and he extended his arm. Such long fingers. Such a vibe. And such a surprising firm hand-shake when we had our first contact.

I felt shivers down my spine.

"Nice to meet you, Girthy."

[To be continued]
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UNDERCOVER

Chapter 9: MPA (Part 1)

I jumped out of bed.

Lamar's text was concerning to say the least.

What had I done? What did they know?

As I was naked as the day I was born, with cum dried up on my abs, my forearm, and even my chin, I made the three fingers' hand gesture to the living room's camera so the undercover team would know that I was requiring an urgent call.

As mentioned, they were the only ones able and supposed to contact me.

I stayed near my phone but they had no reaction.

I decided to act on my own and to text Lamar back.

"What's going on? I can be there in like 30 minutes."

"Hurry up then, the boss is here with me."

Hell, Lamar did not seem to be kidding.

I had no news from Peter or anyone else from the Police Department so I hurried in the shower.

There was something inherently odd in going to a strip club before 10 AM.

I tried not to wreck my brain too much as I left and when Peter finally called me back, - I could not register him as a contact but I was made to learn his number -, I did not even pick up the phone since I was already coming around the club anyway.

My bosses had missed their shots to give me their instructions or warnings, so I would just wing it.

I preferred to do things my own way in any case! They had just given me a good excuse.

A part of me was strangely excited at the idea of seeing Artem Kravchenko again.

Even if I was concerned about the outcome of this meeting, I had not thought that I would get the opportunity to see him again so soon.

Besides, in my fucked-up brain and ever since I was a teenager, danger had always been tainted with more thrill than fear.

I enjoyed feeling like I was walking a fine line, it made me feel alive.

I walked in the club anxious, and as it turned out, I was wrong on most of my assumptions.

First of all, Kravchenko was not there.

When Lamar had mentioned the "boss" he was referring to Ferguson, his direct superior and main manager of the Rainbow club.

And second of all, I had not done anything wrong.

Quite the opposite in fact, Ferguson had a special offer to make me.

"Sorry, I have a busy day and it was better to discuss in person." He told me upfront as I shook his chubby hand.

"No problem, I was available. What's going on?"

"Mr. Ferguson has just told me he has a proposal for you." Lamar explained. "I wasn't sure why he wanted to see you until you arrived."

He was apparently surprised by the turn of events as well.

He looked apologetic for having me stressed.

"You're obviously free to decline but I thought you might be interested." Ferguson added.

"Okay, well, I'm here. I'm listening."

"Let's take this in my office. Thank you, Lamar, for your availability."

Understanding that he was no longer welcomed, Lamar nodded politely and left.

I followed Ferguson into a tiny office adjacent to the backstage. He was wearing the same boring suit as he always did, and his office reflected that as well... Dull.

Not a single personal item, not a photograph, not a plant... Not even a window!

Ferguson was a bit too large for that narrow space and he was struggling getting behind his desk and on his chair.

"May I sit?" I asked, being overly cautious and polite.

"Hmmm... Sure. What are you gonna do, keep standing there and looking down on me?"

"No, of course not."

I hastily sat in front of him. He was getting some paperwork on his desk.

"Okay, so, I'll make this short. As you know, the Rainbow is part of a larger group of establishments across the city and beyond. Mister Kravchenko seems to think you'd be a great fit for another bar of his, in the northern districts of the city."

I did not know much about San Antonio but I already knew that those neighborhoods were a bit more heated than downtown.

"Is that good news? I mean, I thought the Rainbow was the best club in the city."

"It is the best gay club, yes. The Sorrow is more of an exclusive place, not everyone is welcomed there."

"The Sorrow?"

"It is intended to a VIP clientele, handpicked by Mister Kravchenko himself."

That was becoming interesting.

"So, I should leave the Rainbow for this other club or rather, bar?"

"Male strippers are not required at the Sorrow every single night so not really. It's more like a special event only. And between you and I, you should consider this as an honor to be invited."

"I do, Sir."

He smiled but Ferguson's smile had nothing friendly or genuine in it, it was more like an ugly grimace.

"Mister Kravchenko's proposal is to have you keep doing your job here now that you've been officially added to the crew, and to have you go to the Sorrow once in a while for an additional fee. May I add that the fee will reflect the more prestigious nature of this establishment."

The name alone of the place, the Sorrow, was sort of chilling, but once again, I was mostly getting high on the adrenaline of this new step in my undercover mission.

The Police Department would certainly be thrilled to know that I was about to infiltrate some sort of a VIP's circle.

"That sounds neat. I trust you guys, I'm up for anything."

"Well, I hope we can trust you too."

He pushed a document towards me.

A non-disclosure agreement.

"What's this?"

"Since the clientele of the Sorrow values discretion above all else, we have to take some measures to ensure you won't go babbling about what's happening there."

The paper mentioned a 100.000$ fine if they could prove that I had discussed activities of the bar to anyone outside of it.

"I have no intention of doing so."

"Fine. You just have to sign there, right next to your name."

"Of course."

I could not argue signing this document since I had to show my good faith.

But there, I made my first real mistake under my false identity.

I signed next to the "Ryan Smith" name, but instead of doing a S for Smith, I started with a B, for Boone.

My hand stopped right there but then; it looked even more suspicious to freeze middle-signing an important document.

"What is it?" Ferguson barked.

I jumped like a child caught eating a candy.

I scratched the B and my signature only looked like an indecipherable scribble.

"Sorry... I... Before I sign this, I should know. What exactly would be expected of me in this bar?"

I thought it was a nice save.

I was not discussing the confidentiality aspect, - this would have shut the door right in my face --, but my question was relevant.

It was even dumb of me not to have asked for this any sooner.

"What do you think, Smith? Showing your body. Stripping!"

"Okay, but... You know, what sort of stripping?"

There he was again with his scary smile.

"The sort when you end-up buck naked or in a sexy attire. Where is this coming from, Girthy Ry? Aren't you the one always eager to show your hard cock bouncing around?"

"I... I just want to be prepared for when I have to performed."

"Unfortunately, Mister Kravchenko is the one deciding what types of show you should perform for each gig so I cannot help you much here."

He stopped and thought for a second.

"Although, I wanted to give you this later but I guess it cannot hurt, I do have a clue of what will be expected for your first performance at the Sorrow."

Ferguson struggled to get up and he fetched something in a locker behind his desk.

I was reassured, the signature incident was already gone in his mind. We had moved to other things.

He got a black latex outfit out of the locker and he handed to me.

"Wow... That looked..."

"Expensive. It is."

The fabric slipping through my fingers, I noticed that it was supposed to be another cop uniform, only this time, it was much raunchier than the one I had at home.

It looked like a one-piece woman bathing suit. A mini short which might as well have been a thong on the bottom continuing with a latex sleeveless top which would for sure glued itself against my chest and my dick.

The things which made me realize it was a cop costume was the hat that came with it and a P.D. badge sewn on the top left.

"Mr. Kravchenko wants me to wear this?"

"He does." Fergusson sighed. "Listen, I don't have all day here, if you're scared about this new gig, I've told you earlier, you're free to decline but I'm not going to beg you to..."

"No, sorry... I... I just wanted to have a general idea about the expectations. I... I'll sign this, right away."

He looked at the document I had scratched my signature on.

"I guess I have to get you another NDA copy. Please, don't ruin the next one. I don't want to bore my assistant with this."

"Of course, my apologies."

He puffed but he did bring me another copy of the NDA which I signed "Smith". I was not dumb enough to make the same mistake twice in a row.

Before I left, Lamar gave me my schedule for the next few days.

"I'm giving you Friday off so you can have a rest day before the Sorrow on Saturday." He explained.

"Thank you, Lamar. I appreciate this."

"Be careful, all right?"

"I will..." I looked at him in the eyes. "Between us, should I be cautious about this?"

Lamar shrugged his shoulders.

"You're not the first stripper the boss wants to borrow for his VIPs events. Go there, have fun, make some good money, just..." Lamar glanced around him and then he whispered. "...The family owning this club has a lot of money and a lot of power, just make sure you don't mess with them and don't do anything stupid."

I gulped.

This was a fair warning but I had every intention to mess with them.

"I... I'll keep that in mind. Thanks Lamar, for everything."

He patted my shoulders.

"You're fine. See you tonight for your routine."

In the next couple of days, I was very much distracted by my upcoming debut at the Sorrow to even care about my performances at the Rainbow.

Trust me, I still performed well.

One could think that being a stripper was marked in my DNA. I was just natural at it, no need to overthink or learn a full routine.

I was doing the same outrageous moves, getting me the same nourished applause every single night.

My colleagues at the club were teasing me about my new gig, and I was hearing all kind of crazy stories about the big local celebrities visiting the exclusive sleazy bar up-north.

Most of them were simply jealous of not never being invited to perform at the Sorrow in the months or years working for the Kravchenko family.

Jake, the bartender, told me that a US senator had been caught there once in the early 2000's and it had been a huge scandal.

Doing some research online and with the help of Peter, I found out that the Sorrow was a very ancient establishment which had always had a nefarious reputation and which had been bought by Andriy Kravchenko, Artem's father, about five years prior.

It was not considered as a gay place per se, more like anything can happen there, from the biggest business deals to the most shameless orgies.

The idea of hooking me up with a mic for my evening there was discussed but it was ultimately considered as too dangerous by the P.D.

By Friday, I was basically dying of boredom and anticipation and I decided to get the tension out of my system by working out extra-hard at the gym.

I also wanted to look as good as possible for the big night.

I came back home exhausted but in no hurry to get back into my lonely apartment.

I guess that timing was on my side because right before I got inside my building, I saw Amber coming from the other side of her street on her bike.

It was one of the hot days of early July and she was wearing a blue mini skirt. She was gorgeous.

Just cycling with these revealing clothes was a risk, any wind-blown could have shown more that anyone would have bargained for.

But Amber knew what she was doing; she for sure liked to be seen and she sounded happy to run into me.

"Ain't that the most famous San Antonio's stripper!"

She exclaimed with a large smile on her pretty face.

She really was the whole package, a thin blondie, fit, with a large breast and a nice ass. Exactly my style.

Kyle's style at the very least, I could not talk for Ryan.

I did not have this piece of information about my undercover identity.

Her remark let me know that she was keeping tabs on my Instagram where I was sharing some of Girthy Ry's performance. I had to for my character to be believable.

Only the G-rated parts were shared of course.

"I don't think a woman selling sex toys would be too shocked by a few stripping gigs."

She hugged me hello.

"Who said I was shocked? How are you doing, Ryan?"

"Pretty well. Not working tonight."

"That's nice, you seem busy enough."

"Yes, I mean, I've just started here, I need to keep myself occupied and make some money. Need some help with that?"

She was once again struggling to park her bike in the allocated space.

"Sure, thank you."

"Always here to help a damsel in distress."

I picked up the bike and took care of it.

"Don't ever call me in distress. I know how to care of myself."

"Sorry, milady, I didn't mean to upset you."

It was all in good fun; she had a grin on her face.

"May I thank you with a drink?" She asked.

I hesitated.

I had already turned down her flirting a couple of times, but that evening, I was not in the mood for going back in an apartment where I would be monitored, by myself, for the entire evening.

Besides, I had never been expressly forbidden to meet people in San Antonio.

As Ryan, I had to make connections for my identity to be viable.

It was any case the story I told myself to accept the drink and this is how I found myself on the fourth floor instead of the fifth, sitting on Amber's couch, a beer in my hand.

"Your place looks very nice."

I did not see a single dildo anywhere; I wondered where she was hiding the toys she was promoting online.

Her apartment looked like straight from a Ikea store.

"You think so? I didn't put that much thought into decorating it."

"You should see mine..."

"A true bachelor's pad I suppose."

"Bachelor's pad... I'm not sure, there hasn't been a single girl there since I moved in."

This was the truth.

"So, you're gay?"

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Chapter 9: MPA (Part 2)

I chuckled.

"No. Why?"

"Yu're very hot but you're telling me no girl has seen your flat and well, you do strip in a gay club every night."

"That's a fair assumption, although, I thought you had noticed that I was looking at you in a way no gay man ever would."

I am not really sure what came into me but after weeks of ignoring my desires for women, that night, maybe because of the stress, maybe because I wanted to reassure myself on my sexuality, I fully leaned in and went back to my old flirting ways.

Before this assignment, I was very much a player and I missed this part of my life.

"I wouldn't have noticed; I tend to ignore the man gaze."

She winked and sat right next to me with a mojito she had just made for herself.

"I do wonder how a woman like you can be single."

"Who says that I am?"

"Touché."

She drank a sip.

"I'm not sure if single defines what I am but I am a free woman, that's for sure."

"An independent woman, I like that."

"Who needs a man in their life? I think the world would be a better place if friendships were becoming the core of our social life so we would be all there for each other, without physical attraction being a damn factor and ruining everything."

"What do you mean?"

"Anything to do with sexual attraction or love should be an added bonus in our lives, for the time, often quite short, that it lasts. It's dangerous to rely on such strong and volatile feelings to build an entire life and it often ends up badly. While building a true community with friends, it's be much safer."

That was deep.

I did not expect that from her.

"Wow. I literally never thought of that this way. It makes sense though."

She uncrossed her legs and my attention was lost beneath her blue skirt.

For someone who claimed not paying attention to the male gaze, she did see that.

"What are you looking at?"

"I was... Okay, I'm caught. You're talking about such interesting things about our society and how we all interact with each other and I'm looking at your legs."

"You're a man."

"Yes... Driven by my primal urges."

Funny, it sort of reminded me the only conversation I had had with Artem Kravchenko.

Somehow, everything was bringing me back to him.

"Who am I to judge? I've got my urges too..."

She pulled back her mini-skirt just a bit, revealing more of her sexy thigh.

My cock definitely woke up at the sight.

"Oh, you do? And what sort of urges are you going through right now?" I got even closer to her and my own bare thigh -- I was wearing shorts -- touched hers.

To be fair, we both knew what we were going to do as soon as she invited me over for a drink.

There was no need to pretend like we intended to talk philosophy any further.

It seemed like none of us was looking for something serious, but the both of us were horny as fuck. An explosive combo.

She slid her cold hand beneath my tee-shirt.

She was definitely not afraid to go for what she wanted. She caressed my abs and my pecs underneath my top.

"Your body is... Hmmm... Very nice..." She whispered, feeling me up.

"You're quite fit as well..."

I caressed her legs; I went for the inner thigh.

She was wearing underwear; I was almost surprised by that.

For what I knew, Amber was the type who could have gone full pussy against the bicycle's saddle.

Although, she was definitely not wearing your grandma' pants, she had the tiniest thong on.

I played with the string as we started making out on the couch. She sat on my lap.

Fuck, it had been so long.

I hoped I did not go too hard on her; I practically licked her face with my tongue. She seemed to like it. She bit my lips and made me take my top off.

I loved how perfect her body was, but I loved how she thoroughly enjoyed my own body too.

After the French-kiss, she started licking me down from my neck to my abs while she started rubbing my cock over my shorts.

"Hmmm..."

My dick throbbed underneath my shorts and she looked impressed.

"Damn, you're hiding a monster in there."

"They don't call me Girthy Ry for nothing."

She chuckled.

"Oh please, no stripping reference, I don't wanna know who's the last person who touched that dick."

As a matter of fact, it was Lamar who had jerked me off for our "Thursday Shower Show" at the Rainbow the day prior.

"You're right, that doesn't matter... All that matters is that you'll be the next one to take it deep..."

I helped her remove her own white top, - more like a sport bra than anything else -, and I sucked on her titties before letting her finally uncover my demanding dick.

Believe me, after playing with these juicy, perky, and sizable boobs, my cock was rock-hard and dripping when she got to it.

Okay, I was still attracted by women. That was one question answered.

She kissed the tip and stroked it slowly.

"That's a big boy... Hmmm..."

I pulled her hair so she would not be bothered by it before putting my fat cock in her mouth.

I wondered when blowjob some sort of became mandatory for one-night stands. Porn had probably screwed us all. I could not remember a hook-up when the girl had not sucked me and licked my balls first.

Not that I complain!

But that Friday evening, Amber did better than just a quick blowjob, she deep-throated the hell out of me, not managing to get the entire 8.7. inches of meat I was offering, but getting far enough to have it slam against the back of her throat.

She had quite the gag reflex.

We kissed afterwards and I swallowed some of my precum from her mouth. I did not mind.

She also spat on my face.

She was feisty and I liked it!

It did not take long before I returned the favor and ate her pussy, kneeling at the edge of the couch. I sniffed it like a dog first.

I was like a man who had just come out of prison.

It had been nearly a couple of months since I had not shoved my tongue, fingers, and even less so my cock, inside a warm pussy.

I ate her good and she started moaning until she was downright screaming.

At the very least, we would not bother the upstairs neighbor.

My head between her legs, she smothered me and starting getting all wet. I let one of my fingers linger against her anus, I was testing the waters (or so to speak), and thank God, she was receptive.

I slid my index inside her asshole as I was still searching deep in her vagina with my tongue.

She locked her legs around my head and forced me down her pussy further.

I was completely smothered but I was a happy man.

For good measures, we ended the foreplay with a good old 69, she sucked my dick and even ventured with a little rubbing of my hairy asshole while I was eating her ass and fingering her pussy.

I wanted to fuck every one of her holes. Deliver her an MPA. Mouth, pussy, asshole. In that order.

It was something we used to say with one of my only buddies at the police academy.

She led me to her bedroom and I started with her M.

Face-fucking her against a wall.

I could be a rough fucker when I felt like the girl could handle it and she definitely could.

In fact, she was begging for more.

She drooled all over her prominent breast and then, she used her boobs to jerk my dick some more before we moved on to her P.

I fucked her missionary and cow girl style in her bed.

Despite the fact that I had not fucked a girl in so long, I was not the type to ejaculate prematurely.

I banged her until Amber did not even remember her own name.

Her pussy was the type which could squirt like a geyser. She splashed my own face a couple of times and then we both made out some more.

I would splash her myself later on so this was more than okay.

Obviously, before I nutted on her pretty blond face, I needed to get to her A.

I pounded her tight asshole, - we had to use some lube to get the girthy monster inside but she insisted that we tried -, doggystyle on the carpeted floor.

It was quite challenging at first, but once I was in, she seemed to have even stronger orgasms than when I was deep in her pussy.

I spanked her ass hard as I was drilling her.

Damn, I felt strong and powerful in that instant.

For one moment, I was Kyle again. Alpha, macho fucker, who could pound a babe and who had stamina to last all night if this was what she wanted.

After a while though, she was literally begging for my sperm.

"Please... Hmmm... Ryan, gimme your cum... I want it... Hmmm... I need it..."

"Where do you want it, babe?"

BANG

BANG

BANG

That was the sound of my heavy balls fapping against her little ass.

I wrapped my hand around her neck from behind as she muttered.

"Wherever you want... Hmmm... I'll take it wherever..."

I thrusted my hips one last time to get it in real deep. I was about to explode.

"Come here, beauty."

I pulled back from her now gaping asshole, grabbed her neck and made her go back on her knees.

She was panting.

So was I...

I had also probably sweated more there than during my hardcore working-out session that same afternoon.

I guess sex really is the best work-out!

I stank like hell by the way, but she did not mind my manly scent.

She opened her mouth.

"Cum for me, baby." She begged again.

I slapped my dick against her face.

"I'm so close... Hmmm... Yes, stick out your tongue... Hmmm... Say Aaaaaaaaah."

That was one of my favorite tricks to finish.

Amber happily obliged. Like she was at the doctor office, she said:

"Aaaaaaah..."

I could see deep in her throat as I emptied my creamy juice all over her face and inside her mouth.

I came a ton and the poor woman struggled to swallow, choking herself with my gooey juice.

Frankly, that was just hot as fuck.

And you want to know the best part? She did not even ask me to stay with her afterwards.

Hell, she almost kicked me out of her place once we were done and I was very fine with that.

If I had felt like this could have been anything serious for her, I would have never allowed myself this misdemeanor.

If she did not care about me and only was there for my dick, this was simply perfect.

When I went home, I looked at the latex cop outfit lying on the coffee table.

I had forgotten I had put it there and I laughed at the idea of inviting Amber home instead only to stumble on this.

I had decided that if the Police Department was asking me about my whereabouts that day, I would not mention my sexcapade on the floor below.

Not that it was such a big deal, - it should not have been since it would not compromise at all the mission -, but a part of me wanted to keep something secret from them.

I had not really processed it until that point, but having a group of people I had no idea who they were except for Peter, knew every single one of my moves, had become a burden.

I felt much better being able to have an experience for myself they did not have to know about.

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Chapter 9: MPA (Part 2)

I chuckled.

"No. Why?"

"Yu're very hot but you're telling me no girl has seen your flat and well, you do strip in a gay club every night."

"That's a fair assumption, although, I thought you had noticed that I was looking at you in a way no gay man ever would."

I am not really sure what came into me but after weeks of ignoring my desires for women, that night, maybe because of the stress, maybe because I wanted to reassure myself on my sexuality, I fully leaned in and went back to my old flirting ways.

Before this assignment, I was very much a player and I missed this part of my life.

"I wouldn't have noticed; I tend to ignore the man gaze."

She winked and sat right next to me with a mojito she had just made for herself.

"I do wonder how a woman like you can be single."

"Who says that I am?"

"Touché."

She drank a sip.

"I'm not sure if single defines what I am but I am a free woman, that's for sure."

"An independent woman, I like that."

"Who needs a man in their life? I think the world would be a better place if friendships were becoming the core of our social life so we would be all there for each other, without physical attraction being a damn factor and ruining everything."

"What do you mean?"

"Anything to do with sexual attraction or love should be an added bonus in our lives, for the time, often quite short, that it lasts. It's dangerous to rely on such strong and volatile feelings to build an entire life and it often ends up badly. While building a true community with friends, it's be much safer."

That was deep.

I did not expect that from her.

"Wow. I literally never thought of that this way. It makes sense though."

She uncrossed her legs and my attention was lost beneath her blue skirt.

For someone who claimed not paying attention to the male gaze, she did see that.

"What are you looking at?"

"I was... Okay, I'm caught. You're talking about such interesting things about our society and how we all interact with each other and I'm looking at your legs."

"You're a man."

"Yes... Driven by my primal urges."

Funny, it sort of reminded me the only conversation I had had with Artem Kravchenko.

Somehow, everything was bringing me back to him.

"Who am I to judge? I've got my urges too..."

She pulled back her mini-skirt just a bit, revealing more of her sexy thigh.

My cock definitely woke up at the sight.

"Oh, you do? And what sort of urges are you going through right now?" I got even closer to her and my own bare thigh -- I was wearing shorts -- touched hers.

To be fair, we both knew what we were going to do as soon as she invited me over for a drink.

There was no need to pretend like we intended to talk philosophy any further.

It seemed like none of us was looking for something serious, but the both of us were horny as fuck. An explosive combo.

She slid her cold hand beneath my tee-shirt.

She was definitely not afraid to go for what she wanted. She caressed my abs and my pecs underneath my top.

"Your body is... Hmmm... Very nice..." She whispered, feeling me up.

"You're quite fit as well..."

I caressed her legs; I went for the inner thigh.

She was wearing underwear; I was almost surprised by that.

For what I knew, Amber was the type who could have gone full pussy against the bicycle's saddle.

Although, she was definitely not wearing your grandma' pants, she had the tiniest thong on.

I played with the string as we started making out on the couch. She sat on my lap.

Fuck, it had been so long.

I hoped I did not go too hard on her; I practically licked her face with my tongue. She seemed to like it. She bit my lips and made me take my top off.

I loved how perfect her body was, but I loved how she thoroughly enjoyed my own body too.

After the French-kiss, she started licking me down from my neck to my abs while she started rubbing my cock over my shorts.

"Hmmm..."

My dick throbbed underneath my shorts and she looked impressed.

"Damn, you're hiding a monster in there."

"They don't call me Girthy Ry for nothing."

She chuckled.

"Oh please, no stripping reference, I don't wanna know who's the last person who touched that dick."

As a matter of fact, it was Lamar who had jerked me off for our "Thursday Shower Show" at the Rainbow the day prior.

"You're right, that doesn't matter... All that matters is that you'll be the next one to take it deep..."

I helped her remove her own white top, - more like a sport bra than anything else -, and I sucked on her titties before letting her finally uncover my demanding dick.

Believe me, after playing with these juicy, perky, and sizable boobs, my cock was rock-hard and dripping when she got to it.

Okay, I was still attracted by women. That was one question answered.

She kissed the tip and stroked it slowly.

"That's a big boy... Hmmm..."

I pulled her hair so she would not be bothered by it before putting my fat cock in her mouth.

I wondered when blowjob some sort of became mandatory for one-night stands. Porn had probably screwed us all. I could not remember a hook-up when the girl had not sucked me and licked my balls first.

Not that I complain!

But that Friday evening, Amber did better than just a quick blowjob, she deep-throated the hell out of me, not managing to get the entire 8.7. inches of meat I was offering, but getting far enough to have it slam against the back of her throat.

She had quite the gag reflex.

We kissed afterwards and I swallowed some of my precum from her mouth. I did not mind.

She also spat on my face.

She was feisty and I liked it!

It did not take long before I returned the favor and ate her pussy, kneeling at the edge of the couch. I sniffed it like a dog first.

I was like a man who had just come out of prison.

It had been nearly a couple of months since I had not shoved my tongue, fingers, and even less so my cock, inside a warm pussy.

I ate her good and she started moaning until she was downright screaming.

At the very least, we would not bother the upstairs neighbor.

My head between her legs, she smothered me and starting getting all wet. I let one of my fingers linger against her anus, I was testing the waters (or so to speak), and thank God, she was receptive.

I slid my index inside her asshole as I was still searching deep in her vagina with my tongue.

She locked her legs around my head and forced me down her pussy further.

I was completely smothered but I was a happy man.

For good measures, we ended the foreplay with a good old 69, she sucked my dick and even ventured with a little rubbing of my hairy asshole while I was eating her ass and fingering her pussy.

I wanted to fuck every one of her holes. Deliver her an MPA. Mouth, pussy, asshole. In that order.

It was something we used to say with one of my only buddies at the police academy.

She led me to her bedroom and I started with her M.

Face-fucking her against a wall.

I could be a rough fucker when I felt like the girl could handle it and she definitely could.

In fact, she was begging for more.

She drooled all over her prominent breast and then, she used her boobs to jerk my dick some more before we moved on to her P.

I fucked her missionary and cow girl style in her bed.

Despite the fact that I had not fucked a girl in so long, I was not the type to ejaculate prematurely.

I banged her until Amber did not even remember her own name.

Her pussy was the type which could squirt like a geyser. She splashed my own face a couple of times and then we both made out some more.

I would splash her myself later on so this was more than okay.

Obviously, before I nutted on her pretty blond face, I needed to get to her A.

I pounded her tight asshole, - we had to use some lube to get the girthy monster inside but she insisted that we tried -, doggystyle on the carpeted floor.

It was quite challenging at first, but once I was in, she seemed to have even stronger orgasms than when I was deep in her pussy.

I spanked her ass hard as I was drilling her.

Damn, I felt strong and powerful in that instant.

For one moment, I was Kyle again. Alpha, macho fucker, who could pound a babe and who had stamina to last all night if this was what she wanted.

After a while though, she was literally begging for my sperm.

"Please... Hmmm... Ryan, gimme your cum... I want it... Hmmm... I need it..."

"Where do you want it, babe?"

BANG

BANG

BANG

That was the sound of my heavy balls fapping against her little ass.

I wrapped my hand around her neck from behind as she muttered.

"Wherever you want... Hmmm... I'll take it wherever..."

I thrusted my hips one last time to get it in real deep. I was about to explode.

"Come here, beauty."

I pulled back from her now gaping asshole, grabbed her neck and made her go back on her knees.

She was panting.

So was I...

I had also probably sweated more there than during my hardcore working-out session that same afternoon.

I guess sex really is the best work-out!

I stank like hell by the way, but she did not mind my manly scent.

She opened her mouth.

"Cum for me, baby." She begged again.

I slapped my dick against her face.

"I'm so close... Hmmm... Yes, stick out your tongue... Hmmm... Say Aaaaaaaaah."

That was one of my favorite tricks to finish.

Amber happily obliged. Like she was at the doctor office, she said:

"Aaaaaaah..."

I could see deep in her throat as I emptied my creamy juice all over her face and inside her mouth.

I came a ton and the poor woman struggled to swallow, choking herself with my gooey juice.

Frankly, that was just hot as fuck.

And you want to know the best part? She did not even ask me to stay with her afterwards.

Hell, she almost kicked me out of her place once we were done and I was very fine with that.

If I had felt like this could have been anything serious for her, I would have never allowed myself this misdemeanor.

If she did not care about me and only was there for my dick, this was simply perfect.

When I went home, I looked at the latex cop outfit lying on the coffee table.

I had forgotten I had put it there and I laughed at the idea of inviting Amber home instead only to stumble on this.

I had decided that if the Police Department was asking me about my whereabouts that day, I would not mention my sexcapade on the floor below.

Not that it was such a big deal, - it should not have been since it would not compromise at all the mission -, but a part of me wanted to keep something secret from them.

I had not really processed it until that point, but having a group of people I had no idea who they were except for Peter, knew every single one of my moves, had become a burden.

I felt much better being able to have an experience for myself they did not have to know about.

[I know, a straight scene... What the hell? Don't worry, we'll be back to the gay shenanigans next week!]
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Excellent writing as always---hot as fuck also. You are becoming the master of words and action...

 

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