Senior Year Memories: Tasha Bowman (Patreon Exclusive Story!)

(DISCLAIMER: All characters represented in this story are consenting adults at least 18-years-old.)

CAST OF CHARACTERS:

Ryan Collins (narrator): 18-years-old

Tasha Bowman: 23-years-old

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Hello my wonderful patrons! I was really hoping to get this story posted alongside Spring Break Memories Ch. 5, but life got in the way as it has a tendency to do, so it's coming in a few days later. Nonetheless, I'm hopeful you'll have fun with it, as Tasha Bowman turned out to be even more fun than I had expected to write. To all of you who voted for this beautiful blonde stripper to be in this story, I can't thank you enough for your votes and support! As ever, I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it, as I think this one turned out rather enjoyable!

-aimingtomisbehave33

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While my first trip to the Flashpoint Club was a little nerve-wracking by the simple virtue of it being my first trip to a strip club, my second trip in early April was nerve-wracking for its own unique reasons.

Firstly, because this time I was going on my own, without Sarah there to accompany me and talk me through everything I needed talking through (and, in general, just grounding me to keep me from overthinking things and freaking out too much). I’d had more than a good enough time there before that I wasn’t too worried about losing my mind this time, but all the same, it was still my first time going alone, so there were definitely some nerves in play.

Secondly, and perhaps selfishly, I was also nervous because after my last experience at the club, I had a difficult time shaking my memories of the gorgeous stripper Tasha Bowman, and I was eager to repeat them… and possibly more, given the right circumstances as she had implied to be possible.

The blonde and buxom stripper older sister of my oldest nemesis was far from what I would have expected of her, friendly and bubbly and kind and achingly hot. She genuinely seemed to feel bad about the hell that her brother had put me through, and had told me that if I’d ever made my way around to the club again while she was working that she would make sure to give me a particularly special show, implying that she would make this one very special. There was no way I was going to miss out on an offer that good, and as soon as I’d scraped enough cash together to make sure I could enjoy the night and checked out the schedule to make sure that Tasha would be performing that night, I got myself cleaned up and headed over to the Flashpoint Club.

Tori was happy to drop me off at the club on the way to her job at a nearby sex shop, and when I told her the reason I was going, you couldn’t tear the smile from her face if you’d tried. As someone else who had no love for Kyle Bowman, she seemed to take some serious glee from the fact that I’d soon have my face buried between Tasha’s massive tits.

Of course, if it was up to me, I’d have something else buried between Tasha’s tits… but I didn’t want to get too ahead of myself.

I was nervous as I stepped out of Tori’s car and made my way to the dark, unassuming-looking club in the midst of an otherwise ordinary-looking strip mall, exceptional only for its blacked-out windows and the bass-heavy music that you could just barely hear coming in from outside. I didn’t have any reason to be, of course; I was freshly showered and shaved and dressed in a decent polo and khakis, ready for comfort and fun, but as I approached the front door, I still couldn’t help but feel those same nerves I had at the first time, wondering what would happen if I were turned away, or if they decided that I suddenly wasn’t welcome because I didn’t have Sarah here with me to smooth over any rough edges I might have had as I nervously followed her lead.

That wasn’t an issue, however. After paying my entrance fee and getting a thorough wanding-down from the massive security guy, Linus, I was allowed entry into the club once again. Though my hand shook a little, I grabbed the door handle and pushed it open, allowing myself entry once more into the Flashpoint Club.

Again, I was struck all at once by the sudden darkness and the noise. The music was cranked up to a not-quite-painful level, but one that didn’t exactly make it easy to have a conversation, while multicolored lights danced around the stage area. There were a number of dancers, all of them wearing only bras and panties or some other light, barely-there lingerie, milling about and patrolling, sitting and chatting to the random assortment of college students and businessmen who’d clearly come in for a good time. On the main stage, a beautiful, petite black woman with pierced nipples was spinning around on the pole, her small breasts already bare as she arched her back to show off for those who were watching her. The guys sitting closest to the stage, for some baffling reason, looked strangely unimpressed, though a couple did toss some singles on the stage almost mechanically.

The nerves of entering this place almost entirely gone by this point, I made my way over to the cashier and got some singles for myself. I was debating where I should go first, if I should sit down and enjoy the stage show for a bit or if I should go looking for Tasha myself, when the choice was made simply for me by the feel of a hand at the small of my back.

“Heeeeeeeeeeeeey!!!” she enthused, stroking my back lightly. “I was hoping I’d get to see you again, sweetie! I just didn’t expect to see you so soon!”

My breath hitched in my chest for a moment as I turned to see her, looking every bit as glorious as I remembered. 23-year-old Tasha Bowman stood next to me, her 5’7” height augmented by her impressively high stripper heels that actually allowed her to look down at me. Her pretty, well-made up face was framed by long blonde hair, her big blue eyes and full lips positively radiating delight, while the rest of her… well, the rest of her inspired something a lot like delight within me.

Aside from her heels, she only wore a lacy black bra and thong set that did little to hide the goods on display… though truth be told, that was clearly the intent. Her massive, E-cup breasts positively strained the nearly nonexistent bra to its limits, while her thong bisected a round ass that was positively mouthwatering in its fullness, further accented by her long legs that made her ass jut out even more tantalizingly given her heels. With almost every inch of her well-tattooed body perfectly on display for me, I felt a sudden absence of nerves and felt all my blood seemingly rush to my cock, as the front of my pants positively strained at the sight of such a luscious woman.

This was my bully’s older sister… and oh were there things I wanted to do with her.

“Good to see you again,” I said as soon as I remembered how to use words again.

Beaming at me with a toothy smile, Tasha replied, “And I’m so happy to see you, too! It was sooooo much fun watching you and your girlfriend just fuck around with each other like you did… ah, I haven’t seen something like that up close in so long.”

“Well… I’m glad you enjoyed it, too… Sarah and me certainly had a lot of fun with you,” I answered, smiling at her, excited.

“Oh, you did? That’s great!” she enthused before wrapping her arms around me in a quick hug.

It didn’t feel quick, I’ll admit, as whenever you have a pair of breasts that big pressed against you, time has a way of slowing down in the best way. Feeling this lithe, barely-dressed pornographic fantasy wrapping herself around me, I lost all sense of time and space for a moment before I wound up returning the hug, squeezing her and making her giggle.

Fuck, was I hard… and there was no way she wouldn’t know that when she was this close to me.

“Come on, I wanna talk, and you probably wanna talk while we watch some girls work the pole, that about right?” Tasha asked, stepping back from me.

“…sure, that… that sounds like a plan,” I murmured, looking down at her massive breasts.

She took a great deal of joy in my ogling her, bouncing her tits up and down briefly before taking my hand.

“Come on, follow me!” she said, leading me over to the row of comfortable chairs meant for people who were looking to do a little more than enjoy the stage show.

Without a word, I sat down, and Tasha quickly plopped down on to my lap, wrapping an arm around my shoulders for stability. Once again, I was taken by how soft, yet impressively strong she was, something that no doubt came with being a professional dancer who really knew how to work the pole. It didn’t seem likely that I was going to see her pole dancing anytime soon, but with this woman who’d occupied my fantasies for some time now sitting in my lap, that didn’t altogether seem like it might have been a bad thing.

“So, what were you in the mood for, coming all the way over here tonight? You just here to watch the girls on stage? Get some lap dances? Because we’ve got some hot as fuck girls working tonight, and you could have so much fun if you wanted to with them… I could always make some recommendations, even put in a good word for you,” Tasha said, giggling cutely.

Wiggling her ass against my cock, her eyes lit up further, bringing out an even brighter smile. “Oh, yeah, I can see that someone is excited to be here…”

I took a breath, inhaling her faintly floral perfume and feeling all too aware of where I was and what I was doing and absolutely loving every moment of it. It’s true that some of the thrill definitely came from the fact that this was Kyle’s sister, and that doing this felt in its way like a way of getting back at him (even if he’d never know it), but beyond that… well, I just really liked her. Tasha had a naturally fun, bubbly personality that I really enjoyed, and even if most of it was a show that she put on, the way she smiled at me still brought out feelings within me that I quite liked.

She stroked my arm, smiling at me. I looked from her to the stage, enjoying the sight of the newest dancer up there, but more enjoying the feel of being right here, right now with this blonde bombshell. I didn’t want to be too forward with her, but at the same time, I didn’t want to try and be something I wasn’t and play this too cool, either.

Licking my lips, I said, “Well, the last time I was here, you said that if I came back, you might be able to offer me a very special show?”

Truth be told, I had no idea if she remembered the offer, and that even if she did what that offer might actually entail. I was going off of a lot of hope and implication here, and didn’t know where either of those things would get me, but as she looked from the stage back to me, I could see a sly look of remembrance grow on her face.

“Yeah, I did offer you a special show… it’s not the kind I’m out here making to all the guys, but you, after all that happened with you and Sarah there, and all that you told me… yeah… yeah, I’d really, really like to give you a special show. If you still wanna get one, that is,” Tasha said, her voice pleasant and hopeful.

The way she was smiling at me, that was more than just implication, there was sultry confidence to the way she looked at me, one that went past the ditzy exterior she seemed to play up while she was here.

I nodded. “I’ve been thinking a lot about that offer for a show and, yeah, that’s what I want.”

“Excellent,” she said, licking her lips and looking around. “Alright, I just gotta go clear this with my boss real quick-like, especially since we might wanna take our time with it, and then I’m all yours, sweetie… just don’t let one of the other girls drag you off before I get to take you in back, alright?”

“Sure,” I replied hopefully, reaching into my pocket. “What’ll I owe you?”

Tasha shook her head, smiling at me. “This one’s on me, cutie; all the shit my little brother put you through, that’s the least I owe you, trust me.”

Well, that certainly didn’t hurt my mood in the slightest. “I’ll be here, then!”

With a spring in her step, Tasha disappeared in back for a moment. I stayed right where I was, waiting for her return and watching the stage show, hoping she’d be back quickly enough that I wouldn’t have to worry about turning down a lap dance from another dancer if one dropped by (something I wasn’t entirely sure I had the willpower to do).

I had no reason to worry, of course; Tasha soon reappeared, walking over to me with a big smile on her face as she reached a hand out for me.

“Come on! One special show, coming right up!” she enthused, grinning brightly at me.

If you’ve read this far, you know how much I value the deep connections I’d made with the majority of women in my life, but I have a hard time denying the simple fact that some girls, when you meet them, you just really want to fuck them. From her body that was practically sculpted for sin to her chipper, bubbly demeanor, and that undeniable thrill that came from fucking my bully’s older sister, I’d be hard-pressed to say that I had any truly deep connection with Tasha Bowman, but I knew that whatever happened in her special show, we were going to have a lot of fun.

Leading me in back toward where Sarah and I had had our dance earlier in April, Tasha enthused, “I was really happy to see you back here again… getting to dance for you and your girl, that was pretty fucking memorable, and I’ve had a lot of memorable times in here… it was hot watching you two just fuck hard while I got to grind up on you.”

I smirked, “Yeah… yeah, Sarah’s pretty fucking hot.”

“I mean, yeah, it’s obvious that she’s hot, but I was thinking about you,” Tasha giggled, eyes darting down to the front of my pants. “It’s not every day you see a cock that big, and the way you made sure she would cum before you did… ah, I wish I could say there were more guys out there like that… I really love to fuck, but you guys, you and Sarah? You guys made fucking look good. You should really think about making content one of these days, people would pay to watch it.”

“The thought has been mentioned, once or twice,” I said, trying to remember if it had ever been mentioned by anyone in regards to Sarah and I and utterly failing in Tasha’s presence.

“Well, you should do it! Great way to pay for college, lemme tell you,” she continued. “I didn’t wanna take any of my parents’ money when I was going to school, they’d put too many strings on it, so dancing was a fucking lifesaver. And, it’s the best… when the customers ain’t jerks, anyway, but you’re no jerk, so we’re gonna get along just great with all of this… come on, here we are.”

Though she’d previously taken Sarah and me to one of the booths that was curtained off, this time she opened the door for one of the even more private VIP rooms for me, waving me inside with an eagerness I rather liked. I stepped inside the small room, taking in its pleasant coolness, the dim lighting, and the thoroughly comfortable-looking couch. The noise from the club was diminished greatly in this clearly soundproofed chamber, with only the faintest music piped in, otherwise giving us a fair bit of solitude and privacy. There would be plenty of room to enjoy whatever show that she had in mind, and I was already eager to see what that would entail.

“So… I should sit down?” I proposed.

“If you wanna,” Tasha replied perkily, setting her purse down on the room’s small table. “I’m gonna get naked, you should too first if you wanna have sex.”

I always did rather enjoy a forward woman. “If you insist.”

“Oh, yeah, I definitely insist,” she said, pulling her flimsy bra off and revealing her massive tits to me. “I almost never fucking do this, so I wanna make the most out of it… and get the most out of you, so, yeah, I get naked, you get naked, we fuck, sounds like a great show to me if it does to you!”

She said this in such a casual way I felt even more turned on, and I had no problem following her lead, ditching my shoes and socks while my eyes took in the impressive expanse of her large breasts. I’d had them all over me the last time I was here, but now… well, I was looking forward to see what else I could get to enjoy.

“And before you get to worryin’ about anything, in case you were worrying about anything, that is, I’m clean, I know you’re clean, this couch and this room’s clean, everything’s clean and safe and quiet so we don’t gotta worry about nothing and can make this all our porn content fantasy dream, yeah?” Tasha enthused, eyeing my body appreciatively as I took off my shirt.

“I wasn’t worrying, but it never hurts to know parameters,” I said.

“Cool, because what you’re gettin’ is what most guys want when we take ‘em back here, but most don’t get… but, I mean, every so often you make an exception when someone so juicy comes along, and for a cock like you got… oh, they don’t get much juicier than you… but I’m sure you get that a lot, so I won’t like drone on and on about it,” she said, bending over to drop her thong to the floor.

I was stuck, mesmerized by the sight of this now naked blonde goddess standing in front of me, my eyes looking down with anticipation at her slit. I bit my lip at the sight of her like this, then remembered where I was and how little time we had, so I began to pull off my pants.

“You can drone on a little more, if you want,” I said cheekily.

Tasha giggled. “I could, but I’d rather do a lot else with your cock even more than that… and I do have so much to make up to you for how badly my brother’s treated you all these years, don’t I?”

She fluttered her eyelashes at me cutely, which probably would’ve looked innocent if it weren’t for… well, if it weren’t for quite literally everything else about this encounter. It was also quite clear she was being rather facetious, as I knew the look of a horny slut when I met one, and they didn’t get much hornier than Tasha the way she looked at me.

Well, I wasn’t going to disappoint her. With a renewed urgency, I pulled off my pants and underwear in one practiced move, standing naked and revealing my thick, ten-inch-long erection to her. Tasha’s eyes brightened at the sight of it, her lips parting in a welcome look of awe and hunger.

“Looks yummy…” she said, looking down, then up at me with her smile all the brighter.

“Wanna find out how yummy it is?” I asked.

I might as well have announced that Christmas had come early, the way she positively beamed at me.

“Uh, fuck yeah, I do!” Tasha enthused, dropping to her knees in front of me.

I watched with some interest as Tasha’s massive breasts jiggled when she assumed this position, and took no small amount of pride in just how enthusiastic she was. She leaned closer to me, her lips parted, her breath hot on my cock, looking so fucking hot as she took my cock in at a closer range.

“It’s so big…” she murmured, reaching up to grip the base of my cock with one hand, while the other experimentally cupped my balls. “And these… oh, wow, you must cum in gallons!”

“It feels pretty close to that, sometimes,” I admitted.

“Mmm, fuck, that’s so fucking hot…” Tasha continued, now shifting both of her hands to stroke my cock.

I groaned at her attentions, watching as she quickly coaxed out a bead of precum on the tip. This seemed to particularly delight her, as she leaned in closer, running her tongue over the precum and moaning as if she had tasted the most delicious of treats.

“Mmm, yeah, tasty… definitely tasty…” she giggled, looking up at me with positively cum-drunk eyes, which felt all the more impressive for how neither of us had cum.

“Well, if you think that’s tasty, you should see what it’s like when you’ve got it buried down your throat,” I said.

Tasha bit her lip, nodding excitedly. “That was gonna happen! I was gonna get there! I just wanted to get a taste like this first, but now that I have, watch this!”

You can’t say she didn’t warn me, but I was still shocked at the gusto she had when she practically inhaled my cock. With those full, pretty lips of hers stretched to their limit around my cock, she took nearly half of my length down in her initial dive in, and with a few more bobs, each time taking a little more of what I had to offer, she soon had me buried down her throat. I looked down with awe as she had swallowed me in seemingly record time, while her eyes still sparkled with that same giddy glee she seemed to have for anything horny.

Sure, she may have been a bit of a bimbo, but in that moment with my cock buried down her throat, I also couldn’t help but feel like Tasha might just be a little bit perfect, too. She held me like this for a moment, gently teasing the bottom of my cock with her tongue, before pulling back and letting my cock pop out of her mouth, smiling up at me beautifully. In delightfully lewd fashion, she rubbed my cock against the side of her face, looking every bit more the porn slut by the moment.

“I know you’ve got a lot of frustrations and traumas and all those awful things with my brother, and if you wanna just fuck my face and take all those bad kinds of emotions out on me, I won’t mind! I can take it, and I kinda love it hard and brutal!” Tasha said.

“That’s… actually kinda touching,” I replied, reaching down to stroke the side of her face. “But I already kinda did that with his girlfriend… and your mom, actually, so I don’t really need to take it out on you.”

I wondered how she was going to take that revelation, but with the hit I got off of Tasha, it seemed a safe bet to admit. She looked at me with a bit of slack-jawed surprise at first, before her face brightened again.

“Wow, you did both of them? That’s, wow, that’s really impressive!” she giggled, batting my cock against the tip of her tongue teasingly. “Alright, so maybe I won’t be the first for stress relief, but you can still, you know, fucking wreck my holes if that’s what you want, because I know that’s what I want, so…”

I groaned, enjoying the feel of her tongue on my cock, but needing to make my point clear.  “Thanks… but, yeah, I’m not… fuck… I’m not doing this for revenge, or anything… well, not strictly for revenge… this is just fun, and because you’re hot, and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since I came here with Sarah… so… fuck… this isn’t all for revenge, but if you like being fucked hard, believe me, I’ll gladly fuck you hard.”

“Awesome,” Tasha replied, grinning. “So, before we fully fuck, would you grab a handful of my hair and fuck my face until I can’t see straight?”

“With pleasure,” I said, lacing my fingers through her hair before gripping it tightly.

I pressed my cock back against her lips and thrust inside, and she eagerly sucked me down, slurping and licking and bobbing on my cock in time with my thrusts. I groaned, savoring the pleasure as I fucked my bully’s slutty stripper sister, looking down at her with wonder and fucking loving everything that had brought me to this point. This was one of those many moments that never should have happened in a million years, and yet here I was, in the back room of a strip club, seeing this sex goddess excitedly on her knees in front of me, sucking my cock like her life depended on it and demanding I fuck her face harder while giving me an absolutely stellar blowjob.

Yeah, I guess I lived a pretty charmed life these days.

“Fuck… holy fuck, you’re an amazing cocksucker…” I groaned, fucking Tasha’s face insistently.

She gurgled something around my cock, nothing that I could in any way seriously call words, but it sounded like she was having a good time. Her moans I got, quite distinctly actually, the vibrations pushing my cock to another level of pleasure as I fucked her face. Her tongue danced along the underside of my shaft expertly, occasionally swirling around the head when I pulled out, teasing the tip in a way that sent shivers up my spine.

Okay, okay, that was enough for a warm-up.

“Get up…” I said, my voice low and authoritative.

Tasha’s eyes sparkled at my sudden command, and she quickly got to her feet.

“Ready to fuck?” she asked, playful and hopeful.

“Almost,” I growled. “Turn around, bend over and put your hands against the wall…”

Tasha practically squealed with delight as she did this, jutting her ass out at me expectantly. She rocked it in time with the music that was still faintly filtering into the room, exposing her pussy and asshole to me.

“Like the view?” she giggled, continuing to expose herself lewdly to me. “You can put it wherever you want in me… I’m a huge fucking slut and I love it in every hole… fuck, I just love giving pleasure, ya know? It really gets me off to get other people off, like, using my hotness powers for good like that, feels like it’s an almost noble thing to do. Seein’ someone just completely go crazy because I inspired them, seeing them lose control because I just made them feel so good that they had no fucking clue what to do with themselves? Oh, fuck, that’s the best.”

Reaching down with both hands, I gripped her ass, spreading her cheeks and licking my lips.

“Funny, I was thinking the exact same thing,” I said.

Tasha looked over her shoulder at me, confused. “You di- OH!”

This last exclamation came when I dropped to my knees behind her, leaning in and kissing her exposed pussy. She was pleasantly wet, which I was happy to feel, and taste. I ran my tongue over her pussy, reaching up between her legs with one hand to finger her clit.

“Ooh, you didn’t tell me you were gonna do that… I like it… not like it’s mandatory for me or anything, people pleaser and all that, but if you wanna do it, I mean, you can…” Tasha moaned, spreading her legs to give me easier access.

“I like to make a girl cum before she makes me cum…” I explained, running my tongue over her pussy again. “You get off on making people cum, I get off on making people cum, and since I’ve got you in this position… yeah, you’re gonna be cumming pretty soon.”

“Okay, that’s… mmm… that’s alright… I don’t mind that, nope, not one bit,” Tasha moaned, grinding against my face as I began to lick her more insistently. “Just… mmm… keep doing whatever it is you’re doing, because it’s nice… oh yes, mmm, fuckfuckfuck…”

I chuckled. I always loved an enthusiastic partner, and Tasha seemed to be about as enthusiastic as they came. She continued rocking against my face, moaning and cursing in her sweet, high-pitched voice, shivering and shaking as I fingered and licked her. I kept my fingers in swift, firm little circles over her clit while I explored her with my tongue. I searched for her most sensitive spots, slipping my tongue inside of her to fuck it in and out of her pussy, seeing how she responded and finding her to be delightfully responsive to penetration like this.

Pulling back for a breath, I was greeted by the sight of that amazing ass of hers, and while I was exploring… well, why not explore everything while I was at it? I pushed myself up just enough that I could bury my face between her ass cheeks, something that got a nice gasp out of Tasha.

“OH!” she groaned, squeezing her ass cheeks around my face. “Oh, you wanna lick me there too? You can lick me there, too… a tongue that nice, you can do whatever you want to me, mmm… fuck… please, lick me… lick my ass, lick my pussy, lick me, make me cum… feels good… feels so good, mmm… yesyesyes…”

I kept up this pace, fingering her clit with a growing pace while I did exactly as she asked. I ran my tongue around her asshole, rimming her and applying just enough pressure to tease her and drive her wild before going back down to lick and explore her tasty pussy. Tasha’s juices were practically dripping down my fingers and chin by this point, her moistness growing almost as much as her high, whiny moans that I knew I only wanted to hear more of.

I was teasing her at first, but I soon said “fuck it” to that and just dove all in, feasting, utterly devouring her as I ate her pussy and swallowed her juices, wanting as much of her as I could get. Tasha tasted good, felt good, sounded good… fuck, everything about her just hit at the very core of my lust and I knew I couldn’t get enough of her. I kept going, kept licking and tasting her, fingering her with growing insistency until she couldn’t hold it back anymore.

“Ohmygod, ohmygod, ohmygod… you’re making me cum, making me cum, gonna make me cum, yes, fuck, yes, get ready for it, get ready for the mess, come on, take it, lick me, fuck, I’m CUMMING! I’M CUMMING! FUCK YEEEEEEEEEEEAH!!!” Tasha cried out, her body jolting as if she were being shocked as she came on my face.

Tasha was a gusher, and try as I might to lick up everything she was giving me, I was quickly a mess. Tasha kept going, kept whining, her pussy muscles squeezing my tongue when I slipped it into her as she bucked and writhed and moaned and whined and generally gave herself over to what she made look like blinding pleasure. Impressively, and no doubt owing to her experience with them, she managed to stay on her heels this entire time, never once wavering or threatening to fall. I was already phenomenally impressed with this gorgeous woman, but this was certainly another feather in her cap.

Slowing, groaning, she looked back at me. “How’d… how’d you get that good?”

I stood up behind her, grinning. “Experience. Lots and lots of experience, with all kinds of women…”

“Well… fuck… I feel like I gotta thank ‘em… gotta thank ‘em all… fuck…” Tasha laughed, pushing off the wall so she could turn and face me.

The sight of her like this, freshly cum and statuesque, shaky and yet still looking like a pornographic goddess… fuck, it was a great side of Tasha to see. She looked somewhat dazed, yet thoroughly upbeat, giggly even if she wasn’t meaning to be, looking me up and down like she was taking yet another opportunity to reassess me as a lover. I hoped she liked what she saw, because I certainly liked what I saw.

“It’s a long list, and that’d be a lot of thank yous,” I said.

Closing the distance between us so she could press her tits against my chest, Tasha said, “Ah, fuck it… I’ll just thank you instead.”

Before I knew what hit me, her arms were wrapped around me and her lips were pressed to mine, the two of us suddenly fiercely making out as she pushed me back over toward the couch. Her lips were soft, so fucking soft and every bit as eager as her tongue, which she had already snaked into my mouth. I couldn’t tell if she was trying to feed off of me or was obsessed with licking up her own delicious juices, but with this gorgeous blonde stripper just giving me everything she had, I genuinely wasn’t in a position to care. I returned her passion and then some, running my hands all over her, squeezing her ass and her tits.

Soon, she reached a hand down and took hold of my cock, stroking my hardness and spreading the precum around. I groaned into her lips, and she smiled, stroking me even more swiftly before pushing me away from her. I landed on the couch on my ass, looking up at this gorgeous, slutty stripper as she towered over me.

“Now, you sure there’s nothin’ you wanna take out on me?” Tasha asked, raising her voice to a cutesy high tone that definitely made my cock twitch. “I mean, my brother was such a dick to you for so long, and I know that really had to get to you, and hurt, and I know you said you already took some of that out on my mom, but let’s be honest, she’s a pain in the ass and a real bitch and there’s no way you could’ve taken everything out that you needed to take out on her when she gets like that. So, I just want you to know, if you just wanna take me hard, fucking wreck me, use me like a cheap fucking whore and then come back for more to use me again and again and again… I really don’t mind… honestly, I’d encourage it, if anything…”

I’d had this offer from girls a few times in the past, and I couldn’t deny the fact that whenever I’d heard it, what followed was often some of the hottest, wildest sex that I’d ever had. As I looked her over, knowing full well that Tasha Bowman was every bit as good as her word when it came to what she was willing to do and what she was capable of, I decided that I might well have some stuff to take out on her after all.

So, yeah, when she approached me, I might have grabbed her, pulling her down onto the couch with me so I could kiss her and grope her roughly, running my hands over her body and squeezing as I took in her every soft, yet firm, curve. She moaned against my lips, kissing me back as I manhandled her epic tits and ass, holding her close to me as I ground my cock against her, and she rocked back as she pressed closer against me.

“Get on top of me,” I growled.

Her eyes shimmered with excitement at the sudden dark turn my voice took, and she eagerly complied with the order, straddling my hips, her wet pussy rubbing against the underside of my cock. She looked so luscious, so ripe for the picking, everything in her body so soft and so strong at the same time. Tasha looked like she was built for one thing and one thing only, and I was about to put that to the test.

“Mmm, and whaddya want me to do now?” she asked, lightly grinding on my shaft.

I reached up and wrapped my hand around her throat. Not painfully, of course, but enough that she would catch my meaning, and enough that I thought she would enjoy. The way her smile grew, I knew I’d taken a good gamble in this action, as I pulled her closer to me.

“You’re going to slide up until my cock is inside your tight, slutty cunt, and then you’re going to settle down until every inch is buried deep inside of you. Then I’m going to fuck you… hard. I’m going to fucking use you, because I want to use you, and you want me to use you too, and then we’re both gonna cum so hard we won’t be able to see straight. That sound acceptable to you, slut?” I asked, my voice dark with promise.

With a playful, submissive little smile, Tasha replied, “I thought you’d never ask!”

With expert ease, she slid up, rubbing my cockhead against her entrance. With her hand on my shaft, she guided me until I was perfectly lined up with her before settling down on me. Her pussy, though very wet, was also quite tight, and she winced pleasurably for a moment before sinking down onto me, the first couple inches of my cock sliding inside of her as she let out a little cry of pleasure.

“Ah… oh… fuck… thick… so thick…” Tasha whimpered, shutting her eyes tightly.

I gripped her by the hips, pulling her down further. Her eyes flew open, a moan escaping her lips as she looked at me with a wild lust. Tasha squeezed my cock with her pussy muscles, taking another inch, now with more than half my cock inside of her. I watched with a certain dark glee as my cock splayed out her pussy lips, watching as I disappeared inside of the hot, stripper older sister of my longtime nemesis. There were times I wondered if I should let things go, if I should just forgive Kyle and move on with life, but it was moments like this when I realized how much dirtier that association made moments like this that I couldn’t help but take some glee at not forgiving my one-time foe. Tasha was gorgeous… so fucking gorgeous, and she felt so good; I would have sought her out on sight alone, but if her associations made this all the hotter, then I’d take it.

“Fuck…” I groaned, watching another inch disappear inside of her.

“Fuck…” Tasha groaned, pushing herself down the rest of the way.

She now sat in my lap, fully impaled on my cock, shivering and trembling and holding onto me. Excitedly, Tasha kissed me over and over, her pussy muscles rhythmically squeezing me. I slid one hand down to her ass and the other up to her tits, squeezing and groping and taking what pleasure I wanted to out of this gorgeous blonde’s body, making her squeal and moan all the more appreciatively for it.

“Mmm, fuckfuckfuck…” she purred, rocking her hips against me. “You said… you said you were gonna fuck me hard?”

Oh, right, I had promised that, hadn’t I? I squeezed her nipple, hard, making her squeal.

“I was getting to that,” I replied, pumping up into her.

Tasha groaned, starting to ride me. “Good… good… I know I can be a lot to take in… intimidates some guys… hypnotizes others… I just wanted to know that we were doing what you wanted…”

She rode me with a practiced ease, and I pumped up into her, matching her stroke for stroke in what soon became a quick hard fuck, so, yeah, you could definitely say that I was getting what I wanted out of Tasha Bowman. It was easy to lose track of some of the dirtier elements of this union, especially when distracted by the insane beauty of the stripper riding me, but fuck if I wasn’t planning on getting everything out of this that I could.

Continuing to roughly grope her, I pumped up into Tasha more insistently. “How’s that, huh? You fucking love that cock, don’t you?”

“Mhmmm…” Tasha replied, her eyes rolling back. “Fuck… never had a cock this big… this good… holy fuck… I mean, I gotta tell guys who come into the club all the time that they’re big, try to stroke their egos and all that because that’s what they come in for, but you… fuck, I don’t gotta lie to you… I don’t think I can lie to you… this is… god… wrecking me… oh, fuck, keep going, keep fucking me… please keep fucking me, keep fucking me and you can do whatever you want to me, just, god, don’t stop, harder, please, harder…”

For all that I was fucking her, and for all that she was losing herself to her own growing pleasure, Tasha still managed to ride me with true expertise. She bounced up and down on my cock rapidly, rocking her hips with every slam down onto me, her beautiful, epic ass jiggling with each impact. It was hypnotic, and so fucking hot… god, I had to slow down, or she’d have me blowing my load in no time…

“Fuck… you’re really good at this…” I said.

“You too!” Tasha giggled. “Fuck, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were a fucking pro.”

“Ditto,” I laughed, leaning in to feast on her heavy, heaving tits.

“Ha,” she laughed. “It’s not like… ohgod… like I’m that kind of whore or nothing, not that there’s anything wrong with that, but I don’t do this for any guy… but I’m a pro on the stage… and when I can, I do like shooting content, make some good money doing that… fuck… fuck… god, keep doing that… keep pounding my slutty cunt, like that, please, keep going, keep going…”

“I gotta ask you to send me some links after this… you making porn, sounds like it should be crazy fucking hot,” I said.

“It is,” Tasha admitted, grinning. “I like to fuck watching it, and I get that that’s maybe narcissistic, or maybe the kind of self-involved that’s kinda on brand for my family, but fuck it, I make hot porn, I’m gonna get off watching clips of it again and again… and if you keep going like this, keep giving me what I want, fuck, I’d be honored to show you what I’ve got…”

“Tempting offer, but when I’ve got the real thing right here…” I growled pleasantly, flashing her my dark, dominant eyes.

She let out a pleasant coo, and I took that as my time to strike. Grabbing her tightly, I twisted so that I fell on top of her on the couch without pulling out of her. Tasha let out a squeal of surprise with the sudden position change, but when I began to truly drive into her, her face lit up with an unrestrained ecstasy that only pushed me to fuck her harder.

“God, yes, this is the fucking best!” she cried out, squeezing her nipples as I pounded into her. “Fuck me, Ryan, fuck me harder, give me everything you have! Harder! Come on, fuck me harder!”

Playfully, I took her throat in my hand again, giving her a light, but not painful, squeeze that definitely got her attention.

“You always talk this much when you fuck?” I growled, pounding her appropriately hard.

“Yup!” she exclaimed brightly. “Don’t you?”

“Actually? Yes,” I grunted, pounding into her.

“Dirty talk’s the fucking best,” Tasha exclaimed, moaning and arching her back against me. “Just gets me all sorts of wet and tingly… fuck… the fucking best…”

“Your body… that’s what’s the fucking best in here… goddamn, you’re so fucking hot, so fucking tight…” I moaned, thrusting into her even harder. “I could use you all day… all night…”

“Mmm, please, threaten me with a good time,” she giggled, kissing me. “Fuck… you keep fucking me like this, I’m gonna cum so hard!”

“Me too,” I grunted without breaking pace. “Just so I know… fuck, where do you want me to, when it comes to that?”

“Oh, everything’s good with me, baby,” Tasha moaned, kissing me again. “Paint me, fill me up, I love it all… I mean, you wanna go really dirty, you can do both if you wanna… you seem like you can get another load ready really quick if you wanna…”

She wasn’t wrong there, and in anticipation of the possibility that we might hook up, I’d abstained from cumming the last couple days to build up a nice store.

“I think… that sounds… like an excellent idea,” I growled, feeling my cock swell as I pounded into her at a rough clip. “Since I want this dirty… I want to fill you with cum… but a picture of you, your tits wrapped around my cock and covered with cum… holy fuck, that would be amazing to have, too…”

“What, so you can threaten Kyle with it?” Tasha teased, laughing. “Because that’d be something…”

“I mean it would be,” I laughed in agreement. “But I was thinking… for my Senior Year Memories album… this would be an amazing picture…”

“Your… ohgod… what?” she asked.

I could feel my impending explosion, and quickened my pace. “I’ll explain it when I’m not just about to cum, which is gonna be soon… you ready for it, slut?”

“Ooh, fuck yes, I’m ready… just go a little faster, a little harder, and you’ll make me cum… almost… almost there, fuck… fuck… holy fuck… yeah, that’s it, give it to me, give it to your slutty stripper, that’s it, god, fuck, come on, that’s it, harder, harder, fuck me harder…” Tasha groaned.

I pounded into her with an almost brutal pace, our bodies slapping together as my cock pumped in and out of her with a blinding speed. We kissed and moaned, grabbing and groping and generally enjoying each other’s bodies in every way that we could as we held on tight, both of us approaching, then reaching that precipice all at once before we let go. Our timing was so close that I couldn’t tell you which of us came first, but one moment I was just destroying her as she wanted, and the next we’d both let go. My cum practically exploded from my cock, filling her clutching cunt as she moaned and cried out and held on tight, rolling through her own orgasm as she shook and shivered and held on for dear life.

We let these orgasms roll over us until we both collapsed to the couch, kissing and catching our breaths, just generally enjoying each other’s companies as we smiled and caught up with our own bodies.

“Mmm… that was fun… I was really hoping it’d be fun, and even though what you hope for and what actually are are often really far apart, it’s really nice when you’re right and something’s as good as, or even better than you thought it’d be…” Tasha said, kissing me and grinning brightly.

I looked at the beautiful blonde stripper beneath me, still impaled on my half-hard cock, and marveled that she was the one who seemed to be in awe of this moment.

“I can say the same about you,” I replied.

“Yeah?” Tasha asked.

“Yeah,” I said, grinning and planting a quick kiss on her lips. “I mean, from the moment I saw you in the club here, I wanted to fuck you… and now here we are.”

“Awww, that’s sweet,” she replied, playfully kissing me on the lips again. “You’re so fucking sweet.”

“And you’re so fucking hot,” I said, kissing her back.

“Mmm, yeah, but I think what’d be even hotter would be getting that picture you were talking about,” Tasha said brightly. “Think you’re gonna be ready for that soon, sweetie?”

My cock twitched at the thought, which both of us quickly took for an answer.

I pulled out of Tasha, and she crawled out from underneath me, dropping to her knees on the floor as I sat up on the couch. With no hesitation whatsoever, she leaned in, sucking my cock enthusiastically and bringing back any strength that I might’ve lost.

“Fuck…” I groaned, dropping my head back. “Holy fuck, Tasha… that’s… mmm… fuck, I love the enthusiasm, but if I’m getting a picture, I’m gonna need to get my phone…”

Letting my cock fall out of her mouth for a moment, Tasha chuckled. “Oh, yeah, right, that’d make sense…”

She reached over for my pants, pulling my phone out of the pocket and passing it to me. “Hey, unlock it? I wanna program my number in so I can send you some pics and vids and, ya know, so we can talk to each other when we wanna talk?”

“Sure,” I complied, nodding and doing just that.

I looked down at the screen as she tapped away at it, the suspicious voice in the back of my mind wanting to make sure she was doing what she said she was doing. I needn’t have worried, of course; Tasha wasn’t Kyle. She programmed her number into my phone, then slid it back to me, grinning brightly.

“So, what were we up to, again?” she asked, smiling.

“Well, you were going to suck my cock,” I said, gripping her by the hair and pulling her mouth down onto me once again. “And then you were going to tittyfuck me until I made a nice, big mess all over your impressive, slutty rack… that sound about right?”

“Mhmmm…” she agreed, deepthroating my cock before coming up for air. “Oh, that sounds so fucking hot… god, I’m gonna need to see that picture… fuck…”

Tasha straightened herself up between my legs, wrapping her massive tits around my cock and squeezing. I groaned as she began to fuck them up and down, my massive cock easily disappearing amidst her even more impressive breasts, Tasha soon bouncing up and down quickly as she pleased me. It was an epic, intoxicating sight, and looking at her like this, I felt like I’d stumbled into a particularly dirty porn movie, and that I’d do anything to avoid stumbling back out of it again.

I moaned, letting the pleasure take me where it would for a moment, before raising my phone up to start taking some pictures. I couldn’t say how long I would last, how long it would be before I was cumming all over Tasha’s tits and face, but I didn’t care. The pleasure this blonde sex goddess brought out of me was all I needed. Sitting here, waiting to explode all over this gorgeous, sweet stripper, the older sister of my greatest enemy… honestly, fucked up as the situation felt, I absolutely loved every second I got to spend with Tasha Bowman, and already couldn’t wait for the next time I’d be able to see her like this again.