1. Sinnerman


    Date: 11/8/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: LeCygneNoir, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    "E qui!" Cheers erupt in the small group of ragged men dragging their feet on the pavement. The bar doesn't look like much. A neon sign, a stainless steel door, tinted windows with black iron bars. A place for desperate souls lost in Rome. The inside is exactly how you imagined it. Neon flooding the room, dirty tables, a bored bartender. A stunning blonde in a bikini is grinding herself against a pole on a small scene. Her massive chest looks as fake as the marble on the counter. You check your watch, raise an eyebrow and ask the bouncer, "Why is this place still open?" He looks at you with a fatalist smile and shrugs. "Mafia . " Right. You pass a hand in your hair. You're not as drunk as you were an hour ago, not as drunk as you should be in a place like this. In your skull, you feel the point of a terrible headache to come. All the guys you met in the club have gone to sit around the stripper. They're ordering shots. Tequila. Vodka. Nothing you feel like. You crawl on a bar stool and close your eyes. "Troppo sbronzo?" You jump. The girl didn't sit down next to you or anything, she just kind of... appeared. You shrug. "No parlo Italiano." She smiles kindly and repeats. "Too drunk?" "More like not enough." You turn the stool to face her. Her voice was a hint, but by all the gods is she beautiful! The face of an angel, a cascade of obsidian hair framing two piercing eyes, a perfectly shaped body, amazing, endless legs... Her outfit does nothing to cage her wild appeal ...
    either, with her elegant black dress diving between her breasts and slit up to her thighs. A small silver cross dances on her skin with her every breath. She smiles like someone who is used to being stared at by men. A loud cheer comes from the group of men around the stripper. She lets her bikini top fall on the floor and comes down the scene, suggestive. A brave soul pulls his erect member out and she takes him in her hand. The others cheer, encourage their friend to push things farther. She puts the money he gives her inside her bikini before starting to suck him off. "Somehow that seems unhygienic." You're hoping to get rid of the erection growing in your jeans by forced indifference. "Why? At least the money won't get wet in there." You laugh. The gal knows her sarcasm. At the end of the bar, the stripper has already finished the first guy and is starting on another one. In seconds, he cums right in her face. You see him whisper into her ear. She smiles and goes to the bouncer, half-naked and cum-covered still. A minute later, a string of girls come down. A cute Arab, a Chinese girl covered in tats, a tall, skinny brunette...Sicilian maybe? All of them beautiful. All of them naked or very close. One by one, the guys are chosen and led in a spiral staircase going upstairs. Oh... So not only a mafia bar. A mafia brothel. You feel slightly nauseous, your head increasingly painful. You raise from the stool and grab your jacket. "Everything okay dear? " The girl asks. "Men usually ...
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