Oh yeah, I've been waiting for this.

You barely think for half a second before eagerly nodding your head. You hadn't really admitted to yourself your hidden desire, but now that you were in this situation, it is obvious that this is your dream.

You see a huge grin appear on her face. "Good! I _love _the eager ones. Have you ever done anything like this before?" You swallow hard, trying to get the knot out of your throat, and then, not trusting yourself to speak, you shake your head slowly.

"Even better, this is going to be so much fun!" She grabs you by your hand and leads you farther into the alley. a few yards away from the door there was a half wall that housed a dumpster. She pulled you into that area, mostly hidden from the door to the club. You expected it to smell like, well, trash, but instead it was clean and tidy. Odd.

"Alright, here will do. Now, let's get you on your knees, huh? Hopefully that'll get you to the right height." She put a hand on your shoulder and gently **** you into a kneeling position, making her crotch stand right in front of your mouth. "Perfect," she says, and you can see her bulge slowly twitching in the tight elastic fabric of her pants.

You see her hands slowly slide down her belly, underneath the layer of her yoga pants, and watch as she slowly pulls the fabric down to her ankles. Underneath, she's wearing a pair of lacy panties, the same color of her top, that barely contain her growing member. She slips the top of the panties around the side, and her dick finally flops out into full view.

It was still mostly soft, but steadily growing, and you could already tell it was going to be bigger than yours. At least 7 inches long, and a couple wide, she was truly blessed. "Go on. You can touch it." Her soft, pleading voice sent shivers down your spine. You slowly reached a hand out, and carefully gripped her ever-hardening cock.

She made a slight gasp at the noise, which made you long to go farther. You stroked down her shaft, finding your way to her twitching lady balls. There was no hair around her at all, and the smooth sensation of her sack made you **** to get your tongue around it.

Without further prompting, you leaned in and darted your tongue out, slowly running it from her tip to the base, teasing her, getting her harder. The taste was unlike anything you'd had before. Meaty, and salty from the sweat, but still sweet. You found yourself longing to have more of it.

She finally had herself hard enough, and so you leaned forward, opening your mouth as wide as you could as you latched onto her cock. You were immediately struck by how big it was. You thought it would be easy to suck, but you can barely get a few inches in before your mouth feels full. You try to go farther, but you feel the tip of her warm cock bouncing off the back of your throat. Your spit suddenly seems to swell up in your mouth, and you accidentally try to swallow, making a weird sucking noise that seemed to elicit pleasure from the hung dancer.

You look up to her, wide eyes, and you see the look on her face. It seems unsurprised, if a little disappointed. Apparently she wasn't expecting you to be able to get to the bottom of her cock on the first go. That only filled you with determination. You pull back, feeling your mouth grow cold at the sudden lack of warmth, and then smoothly **** your mouth back around. This time, when you meet the resistance of the back of your throat, you try and relax, and press forward. For a half second, it seems like you can do it, but then your brain kicks in and you gag, violently, yanking your head back, completely off her dick.

She sighs, "It's okay, I wasn't expecting you to be able to do it anyway. Do you need to take a break?" The pity in her voice, combined with the sharp--and somewhat unexpected--pang of disappointment from you, causes your spirits to renew. You were going to take that cock, even if it kills you.

You get back to work, slowly moving back and forth on the first few inches of her meat, biding your time. Eventually, you work up the nerve again. You relax your throat and dive deep on her salty shaft, forcing yourself through the resistance. After you get an inch further done, you feel your gag reflex come back on, but this time, you don't pull off. You gag on her cock a few times, bringing tears to your eyes. You feel spit dripping out of your cheeks. But you won't give up. After the third gag, you finally calm down and relax. Then, you **** yourself farther. You get another inch down, and then another. Suddenly, you cant breathe. You slowly pull yourself back until the only thing left in your mouth is her head.

Your ears start to work again, and you can hear the dancer moaning and gasping above you. With renewed passion, you again dive down on her cock. You get passed the resistance, past the gag reflex, and you make it to the point where you almost cant breathe. Taking a big breathe in through your nose, you dive deeper, questing for the feeling of her belly on your face. Your throat is burning, it feels like it's going to tear open, and the progress is so slow. Just when you think you can't take it anymore, You feel you nose bump up against something hard. You open your eyes, and see the greatest sight in the world. You've almost reached the base.

You angle your head down, leaving more room for your mouth to go farther, and with one last mighty push, you feel your lips bump into her. You did it. You stay there for a half second, before sliding off her love rod completely. You're crying, you're mouth and throat feel broken, you're pretty sure your jaw is dislocated, and yet you can't feel happier. You look up towards the dancer, expecting to see her proud smile, but instead you see a look of intense need. Uh oh.

She grabs you by the back of your head and slowly forces you back down. She doesn't take you all the way to the base, but when you get half way there, she starts to rhythmically thrust into you. Clearly, she got tired of waiting for you to please her correctly. She starts forcing her way down your throat, deeper and deeper, faster and faster. Your eyes are streaming tears at this point, and the front of your shirt is soaking in your own salvia.

Faster and faster she pumps into you, until you are confident that you are going to be facefucked to ****. Just as you think you are about to pass out, she pushes one last mighty thrust into you, forcing your lips all the way down until you can feel her bulging balls. With that last push, you feel her entire length convulsing, spasming, as you feel thick liquid being **** down the back of your throat. You instinctively try and pull your head back, but her strong hands keep you there. Forcing you to hold on.

Finally she slumps back into the dumpster, and you pull your mouth bag off her twitching meat, and when you get to her head, one last spurt of cum shoots into your mouth. You didn't really taste the first loud, as it went right down your throat, but you got the full sensation of this one. You expected...well, you really don't know what you expected, but it certainly wasn't the strawberry sweetness that you got. You were prepared to spit it out, but the taste of it, combined with your still gagging throat, made you gulp it down as you finally pull yourself off her cock.

Your head is spinning, and you can't think straight. Did you really just do that? Finally, you notice that the dancer is standing up, pulling up her pants.

"Wow. You really are a natural, huh? That was a much needed release. Thank you very much." She leans down and gives you a wet kiss on your forehead. "By the way, the name's Sara. See you around."

With that, she walks out of the alley, you try and turn to see her go, but you're so tired you can't even manage that. The last thing you think before slipping into sleep is that you are very happy you decided to go dancing.