Strip Club
The dancer fucked him face to face, leaning in for a hard kiss as he climaxed again in his black lover's hole. Once more, Panther rewarded him by sitting on Tyler's face and encouraging him to get as much sperm out as he could while Panther cleaned off the shrinking, pink weapon.
They kissed once more and fell asleep.
Chapter 4
Panther woke up in the middle of the night. Tyler had snuggled in against him, his ass pressed into Panther's crotch. The big black man's dick was already half buried between the dancer's hard butt cheeks. Tyler's butt wiggled hungrily and Panther pushed forward with his hips. The dancer sighed with pleasure. "Better than waking up to an alarm, isn't it?" Tyler whispered huskily. Panther's answer was a harder thrust up the muscular ass of his bed mate.
Within another minute, Panther had rolled Tyler on to his stomach with Panther following. His huge 11" dick speared the eager ass beneath him to the hilt. "You've been hungry for this more than usual," Panther remarked.
"Once you go black, you'll never go back," Tyler laughed softly beneath him. "And I never want anyone but you, Daddy," he added with a moan and a push back to get Panther deeper into him. "I love what you to for me."
"I fuck you and seed you," Panther said matter-of-factly. "And now, you been fuckin' me, too."
"You think you're a big badass, but you aren't, Panth," Tyler said over his shoulder as he met Panther's thrusts with his own upturned, hungry manhole. "I see the real man when we're in bed."
"This the real man?" Panther snarled as he pumped viciously up the white boy's gaping hole.
"Only part of him," the dancer allowed, groaning with added pleasure. "There's much more of you that you allow few people to see. I'm not callin' ya out on it. I'm just stating the facts. You like being a dangerous man of mystery. It suits you."
Panther slowed the assault on Tyler's ass and kissed him on the back of the neck. "You think you know me so well," he whispered nuzzling the boy's ear. "You don't know shit about me!" he added nipping at the ear he'd just kissed.
"I know what I need to know," Tyler whispered back at him, raising his hips again to meet the quickening thrusts. "I love you Panth. That's all I need. I trust you completely."
"I know I'm gonna nut in yo' white azz, Baby!" Panther moaned as his hips blasted forward and jerked hard. His dick sprayed sperm deep into the dancer's ass. Again and again, he felt his dick buck and shoot warm cream into his favorite man-pussy. No one took a load as well as Tyler did. The boy was great sex. And he was becoming more than a warm manhole to spray a load into.
Tyler's experienced ass sucked and chewed on Panther's bloated dick, trying to squeeze as much cum from the black snake up his manhole as he could. For several minutes, they remained locked together, Panther's dick slowly draining a few more dribbles of cream into the dancer. Finally, he pulled out and rolled onto his back. Tyler turned over and snuggled in next to the muscle stud that bred him several times a day.
"You aren't mad at me for sayin' that stuff, are ya, Panth?" the boy asked. He was greeted with silence. "I only wanted you to know how much I love you, and that I see the good man that you are, not just a club owner, my employer, and the best hot fuck anyone could ask for. You're much more than those things to me, Daddy."
Panther rolled his head to the side and kissed the boy's forehead. "I know you mean what you say to me, Baby, but I'm not all that easy to figure out. You don't know anything about my past, for instance."
"Do I need to?" Again there was silence. "I love you for who you are, not what you were. I know you fuck other guys and I fuck around with other guys. That's what I do for a living and you do it to hire the right talent for your club. That doesn't bother me at all. How could your past be a problem? You haven't murdered anyone. That's not who you are," Tyler insisted.
Panther chuckled softly next to him. "No, I haven't offed anyone. But, I was a high-priced call-boy not that long ago."
"So what! I'm one now, in a manner of speaking," Tyler observed. "And you run a stable of boys. So what! That may be what you are, but it isn't who you are. That's the man I love."
"Get some sleep," Panther finally said. "We gotta cop to worry about before anything else can get settled between us."
Tyler let it drop. He knew that tone of voice. The discussion was closed. For the moment, anyway.
More days passed. There was still no sight of the cop who was going to bust them. Panther asked his "pet" cop if he knew anything more, but got nothing more substantive out of him. The guy simply didn't know any more.
But, the next afternoon, Panther's cell phone rang. The cop said that they needed to meet right away. He had more information for him. They agreed to meet at the gym that Panther frequented. The cop was already working out. Panther stepped on to the elliptical walker next to his informer. They casually chatted like a couple of guys who didn't know each other and talked about the gym, the equipment, and workouts.
In a low whisper, the cop said, "Meet me in the locker room in 30 minutes. I got something to show you." Panther nodded and stepped off the machine. He worked his legs for 30 minutes before heading to the locker room. The cop was already there, pulling a towel and sandals out of his locker. Checking for others first, he pulled a sheet of paper from his locker and handed it to the club owner. "This is the guy. He's new, just transferred in, or so they say. The guy is fuckin' huge. Your dancers would ordinarily be all over a guy like this."
Panther studied the photo and the biographical data written beneath it. The cop was 6'4", 250, brown hair, brown eyes, 28 years old. "Flabby or solid?" Panther asked.
"Solid as steel," the cop revealed. "He's gotta totally awesome ass, big and muscular. I haven't a clue about the other parts, other than he really fills out a shirt with big arms and pecs that look like granite slabs."
"I think I'm in love," Panther smirked. The cop laughed with him.
"If I thought I'd have a chance, I'd have already tried him on for size. You know how I am about big men with muscles," he blushed.
Panther had been taking his clothes off as they'd been talking. His big dick swung around when he pulled a towel out of his locker and hit the cop on the ass. The cop blushed again. His dick rose to full length.
"You excited about that cop or this?" Panther grinned waving his expanding dick.
"Your boys have told me about this monster," the cop said, giving Panther's throbbing dick a gentle squeeze. "I thought they were puttin' me on. You're fuckin' huge!"
"You wanna try it on?"
"Here?"
"Yeah, we'll hit the steam room and I'll show ya how it works."
"A fuckin' dream come true," he croaked hungrily. "It requires a Magnum, doesn't it?" Panther nodded. "Just happen to have a few of those with me," he added, pulling a foil pouch from his gym bag. "I've never had one this big, but I sure wanna try it."
Panther smiled, covered his thick 11" with a towel, and hit the showers. After a quick rinse, he followed the cop into the empty steam room.
"I'll sit on the bench and you sit on me," Panther suggested. "You can decide how deep and how fast to take me." He didn't want to hurt the cop. He'd been a good patron as well as a good source of information. If this sting turned out to be headed by the new man made of granite, Panther would be even more grateful. This was a good way to keep the information flowing and keep the cop interested in providing it.
"I wanna taste it first," the cop sighed lustily. "Then, you can bag it."
"Maybe I should get the playground ready, too," the black stud suggested. "Dat ass gotta be wet enough to take me, even though you gettin' my dick wet. This is a lot to take."
The cop straddled Panther's body and bent over. His ass pressed into the club owner's face as the cop swirled his tongue around the thick, long black dick before him. It was no small wonder that Panther had only the best dancers. With a dick like this and his skills at eating ass, Panther would have instant followers and could be very selective about his employees the cop surmised.
A couple of minutes later, the cop lowered his ass and tried to push the monster, black head into his wet, spread ass lips. Panther pushed him away before more than the tip entered the cop. "Gotta put on my raincoat first," he noted.
"Oh, yeah," the cop allowed. "Sorry."
Quickly rolling on the Magnum condom, Panther took another tongue swiped at the cop's ass as the cop added fluid from the condom package to the upright ass wrecker. Slowly his muscled ass settled on the black spike. The thickness made his eyes water. By the time he got 10" of magic dick up his ass, he was gritting his teeth.
"FUCK! That's enormous!" he whispered sotto voce, pulling several inches from his ass before he descended again. He tried to establish a slow rhythm, but the enormity of the steel post up his ass made his ass hurt with each descent. But, slowly the pain decreased and he found he was enjoying it more. He wiggled and squirmed on Panther's dick, but never got it all up his ass. It was just too damned big!
However, if felt really good now. His own dick was stiff again and leaking profusely. The cop didn't dare touch his dick or this ride would be very short. He wanted to enjoy it at least a couple of minutes before his nut overwhelmed him. Well, that was the plan, but with Panther's horsedick jerking inside him and racing over his prostate again and again, he couldn't hold back.
"Ah, FUCK!" he moaned, trying to keep it quiet. "I can't stop!" he whispered. "I'm cumming!" Manjuice squirted heavily from his flopping dick, striking wetly against the opposite wall. Each time Panther's thick phallus raced up the cop's ass, the cop's dick spewed out more cream, leaving a white trail of cum from the wall to the bench they were sitting on. Five creamy discharges pumped out wetly.
But, Panther was nowhere near a climax. The cop's ass was tight enough, but the guy didn't set his libido afire. Lately, it seemed only Tyler did that. But, the cop was a good fuck. Maybe, he should suggest someone at the club to service him in a more personal way.
"You know," Panther offered after he pulled out, "Giles, my head bartender, would enjoy some private time with you. You know him?"
The cop nodded, rubbing his well-fucked ass. "Older guy. Well, older than the dancers," he allowed. "Seems nice enough."
"He's gotta thing for cops. He's kinda quiet, but very efficient and loyal. He's not a guy to fuck and walk away. He's kinda one of those relationship guys," he added, thinking of Tyler. "And he has a really nice dick as well as a hungry ass."
"Versatile, eh?" the cop smiled, pouring water from a bottle onto the floor and wall to wash away his jizz.
"You should talk to him. You may find you have much in common," Panther said as he walked out of the steam room with the cop. They showered together, dressed (after Panther ate his ass out again for a few seconds), and parted. They would have done more, but the locker room was getting busy.
Back at the club, Panther showed the photo and description to Giles and the other bartenders. He also mentioned the snitch cop's interest in the head bartender. Giles smiled at the thought. Panther showed the paper to Tiny and the other bouncers, too. When the dancers arrived, he repeated the process. Now, everyone knew what the guy looked like. Each time he showed someone the picture, he reminded them of the rules about prohibited touching. "NO mistakes," Panther cautioned them.
Night finally arrived and so did the undercover cop. The picture hadn't done the cop justice. He was a mountain of muscles and very good looking. "Fuck!" Giles said under his breath when the guy walked in. Tiny nearly tripped over his tongue as he watched the guy walk into the club. The cop was awesome. One of the dancers had rapped on Panther's private office door to warn him that the cop had arrived. Even Panther was wondering what the guy would be like in bed.
"Keep me posted, Jerome," he asked his black dancer. "Watch out for each other, but dance as provocatively as you ever have. We don't want to disappoint the rest of our customers." Jerome nodded and smiled.
Seated at his desk, Panther was understandably nervous. If he went out into the bar, he'd make everyone else nervous. He assumed that the cop would try some prohibited touching while the boys were dancing and again in a private session. He knew his boys would do the right thing, despite their desires to scale the mountain of muscle disguised as a cop. They had to or they were all fucked!
Not knowing who the guy would select and having no idea what a man like that would choose as his target, Panther could only wait. He tried to check his bank balances, but found himself staring at the same page over and over again. The suspense was driving him crazy!
Finally, unable to stand it any longer, he left the club and went for a drive. He decided to go home and eat something to calm his nerves. Certainly, it was pointless to watch television. His ability to concentrate on anything was fragile at best. Truthfully, he wondered how he made it to his condo, not recalling one detail of the drive.
The first dancers would be done with their sets at 11:30. The second group would start at 12:30 with boys dancing for two sets of 30 minutes each before retiring to their dressing rooms to entertain customers until the bar closed at 2:00. He wanted to call, but decided not to. If the place were raided, he'd know soon enough. Despite his nervousness, he decided to wait until his usual 2:00 a.m. meeting with Tyler outside the back of the club.
At 1:45, he couldn't wait any longer. He knew he'd arrive early, but couldn't help himself. The club owner checked the side streets for police cars for the raid, but didn't see any. The club parking lot was nearly full of patron cars, but no police cars. Tiny stood outside the door.
Panther pulled the Porsche in behind the club and parked in his usual spot. He dowsed the headlights, but kept the motor purring to keep the heat circulating. Music was playing on the radio, but he didn't hear it. He glanced at his watch again. Five minutes to go to closing time. His fingers drummed on the steering wheel impatiently. No news was good news he kept telling himself.
Finally, a minute after 2:00, Tyler opened the back door to the club and sauntered over to the car. Panther cracked the passenger door open for him. The dancer climbed in and smiled, kissing Panther full on the lips. "I made a bundle tonight, Daddy!" he whispered, squeezing Panther's crotch.
About ready to explode, Panther bellowed, "What the fuck happened?"
"You mean about the ringer cop?" Panther glared at him. "Nothing," Tyler shrugged.
"What the fuck you mean 'nothing'! Details, Man!"
"Let's go home and I'll tell you all about it."
"You'll tell me on the way home," Panther insisted through gritted teeth. "I can't stand the suspense!"
"Okay," Tyler smiled. "The guy walks in, all eyes on him. He is a stunning piece of manhood. So big, so handsome..."
"Get to the point, DAMN IT!" Panther snarled.
"He tried to put the moves on a couple of us, but we danced away, just like we always do," the dancer continued. "He seemed particularly interested in me." Tyler almost blushed, but not quite. "Anyway, after my set, he followed me back to my dressing room. 'Show me the money,' I said. He pulls out the required $50 and I invite him in. I start showing him a good time, not allowing him to do anything illegal. My ass was nearly pushed into his face. He was panting like a whore in church!" Tyler laughed.
"And?"
"He pulled his dick out and tried to get me to touch him, but that's not legal so I just rubbed my ass cheeks against it. He left pecker tracks. It was an okay dick, but looked small on a big guy like him," Tyler laughed.
"Get to the POINT!" Panther shouted as he swung the car into the driveway and pressed the garage door opener.
"We kissed, which isn't prohibited. He was like a panting bull. He's so much taller than I am that his dick was rubbing against my abs. Something like 30 seconds later, he was creaming my stomach and kissing me like his last breath depended on it," Tyler smiled as the garage door closed behind them. "Total time, about eight minutes."
"And then?"
"Nothing," Tyler sighed, pulling his bag from the car and walking into the condo ahead of Panther. "He thanked me and left."
"When?"
"When did he leave?" Panther nodded. "Oh, I'd say before midnight at the latest."
"No cops after that. Nothing?"
"Not a sound."
Panther smiled and hugged his favorite dancer. "You're so fuckin' good," he praised. "I knew you'd be able to pull it off if anyone could." He pulled the boy into his arms and kissed him hotly. "Everyone gets a bonus tonight for doing a great job. But, you get something besides money. Tonight, you can do anything sexually that you want with me. Anything!"
"All I've ever wanted from you, Daddy, is genuine affection and hot sex. I already have that," Tyler smiled and kissed Panther again. "Let me rinse off and I'll think of something to make both of us happy."
After his shower, Tyler got his ass eaten out, sucked on Panther's monster, took a hot load up his ass and sat on Panther's face again. As soon as Panther had recovered, he got fucked again; face down instead of face to face. Once more, he prevailed on his employer to fuck him in every position he could think of before allowing the big, black stud to nut in his ass a third time.
Now that it was nearly four in the morning, they decided to sleep. They arose at 11:00 a.m. after another deep fuck. Panther asked the boy if he wanted Panther's ass for a good fuck. Tyler only smiled and said there would be many occasions in the future for that. But, right now, the dancer needed his man to make love to him as only he could.
After another shower at noon and a nearly exhausting mating session, the club owner took the dancer back to his own apartment for the day. Panther went to the club in the late afternoon and spread some extra cash around for Tiny, Giles, and the other bartenders and bouncers. He'd deal out more cash for the dancers later in the evening.
Panther was on top of the world!
His cell phone rang at 8:00 p.m. His cop informant was on the line. "He's coming back tomorrow night," the cop revealed. "He said that he didn't get enough information to make a determination and wanted to check out the weekend action."
"Do you know this guy at all?"
"Not really, why do you ask?"
"Well, Tyler had a private session with the guy and your cop friend sprayed a load all over Tyler's abs."
"The fuck you say!" the cop laughed. "Did your boy turn him to the dark side?" he guffawed again.
"I think he's already been there."
"Really! It seems that our undercover man is a closet case," he laughed again.
"Stranger things have happened." A devious plan was forming in Panther's mind. But, he thought it inappropriate to share with his snitch. "Thanks for the 'heads up'," Panther finally added.
"Sure thing," the cop said and hung up.
As his dancers finished their sets, he paid them extra for the good work they had done the previous evening and told them that the undercover cop would be back tomorrow. He also let Tiny and the bartenders know. "Pass the word along to the other dancers who are in only on weekends," he asked of Giles.
"Glad to," Giles responded. "And thanks for the bonus, boss."
"You earned it and so did the rest of the staff."
That evening in the condo, Panther let Tyler in on his special plan for the undercover, closeted cop. Tyler smiled broadly and agreed readily. The only thing the dancer had to do was convince the cop that the offer was genuine. But first, he had to lure the cop into another private session. If the cop wavered, Tyler's special skills would keep the cop interested enough to want the boy again.
This story is a fantasy. Your life isn't. Always play safe.
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