A New Face, A New Story

I sat in my car with my legs out the door and on the pavement, one hand holding my head as I feigned complete disinterest. With a sigh and half closed eyes with raised eyebrows. I sat their in silence waiting for the heaps of questions this gorgeous, big ass stripper was going to ask. But a minute went by, and the only thing she did was fiddle with the edge of her fur coat like it was a nervous tick of hers.

"Well.....I'm waiting, Missy." I sighed

"Give me a minute!" She shouted.

"I literally just gave you one, and you got nothing. So either think harder or I'm going home."

"Okay, okay. Umm....Is he dead?" She finally asked, pointing at the muscle head on the ground.

"Nah. he'll be fine. He's just knocked out. It's actually pretty cleansing once you come to."

"You've been hit in the head with a quarter hard enough to knock you out?" She questioned.

"Well...I've always been the one throwing. It's never failed me. But it's terrible on my joints though."

"Okay then. How did you do that then?"

"Not answering that one."

"What? why not?"

"Because it's private, it's not important for you to know, and it's a long story. Which lover boy over there is gonna wake up by the time I'm halfway through."

I knew the look on her face. She had all kinds of questions to ask, but no time to say them or the time to form them properly. But Jesus Christ. It was so sexy. She was gripping her coat while staring at me with a nervous kind breath. I felt for her, I did. So I went along with whatever fate decided. I sighed once again and walked over to Mercy. She stepped back a little bit, out of caution or to give me space. I reached down slung the muscle head over my shoulder like I picking up a sleeping bag. I wanted to put him in the dumpster but I didn't want to risk him staying out for longer than anticipated and getting flattened in a trash compactor. So I settled for the trashcan by the entrance. Head first of course.

I turned around to see Mercy all wide-eyed and amazed. Considering my lanky frame, great strength was the last thing anyone expects, just the way I like it.

"That was a courtesy, okay?" I said, "For the sake of you curiosity. But I'm not playing twenty questions in a parking lot."

"Well I don't want to ask twenty questions in leotard." She argued.

"Then how do we do this?" I crossed my arms.

Mercy kept fiddling with her coat with a bit more intensity, a lot to consider. "Alright. How about this. I can't go anywhere like this. I don't like people staring at my ass or tits unless I'm at work. So I say, we meet up somewhere in half an hour, in the meantime I change and we can talk like civilized people. Agreed?"

Agreed. Where you thinking?"

"That McDonald's." Mercy pointed to the one I went to earlier.

"That'll work. I'm still hungry anyway."

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Half hour later I was back at the McDonald's sitting in the same spot from earlier, sipping on a sprite. Waiting. Just like clockwork, the doors swung open and I got to see Mercy's casual wear. A bright purple long sleeve shirt, sweat pants, and a green beanie. But as casual as it was, her features still peaked through, literally. Ass and all. If this were a TV show, their would be that drum sound effect with every step she took. The minute she saw me I waved her over an gestured to the seat in front of me.

The place was empty beside the employees slouching at the registers, looking at their phones. Their wouldn't be a lot of listening for now. I slid the sprite across the table to her and she gladly took a sip.

"Now then," I began, "Ask away."

She took a hot minute, deep in thought, and finally spoke, "You look flimsy as hell, but you're able to knock a dude out with a quarter, then pick him up like a feather and toss into the trash. How?"

"It's just the way I was born. I guess you could call it eight-fold strength. I was born with a special muscle composition. The density is eight times that of a regular person. Basically, Despite how thin I look, I'm strong as hell."

It was certainly bullshit, just something I put together while I waited. Better than telling an insane truth that I don't think anyone would understand or even believe.

"Wow." Mercy exclaimed.

"Yeah, 'wow'. It was my dads biggest side project."

"What do you mean?"

"My dad was a doctor, a big shot. And the worst part was he knew it. The minute he realized my strength he spent my entire childhood examining my like cell under a microscope. Day and night. A side project. I called it a side show. He kept hundreds of notes, on every fiber of my being, hoping to present it to some big symposium or some shit. Something to really feed his ego basically. But then the fucker died."

"H-How?" She asked.

"Car crash. Quick and painless. He deserved worse for stealing my life. But at the time, I was just relieved. I still remember burning all his notes and research in the backyard. It was like getting free from a prison without walls. breaking my chains, I guess."

"And then what?" Mercy asked on the edge of her seat.

"Hm hm. A story for another time. Next question." I responded.

"Okay, fair enough."

She pondered on her next question with care. Since I had a pretty good idea about what it was. The whole water fountain routine she did.

"How did... How did you do that thing?"

"You'll have to be a bit more specific."

"At the club!"

"Oh that." Their was no realistic way to explain everything that happened without giving up the game so I had **** but to separate myself from the whole thing. "Well, believe it or not, I had nothing to do with that. I was just doing what everyone else was doing. Hoping to make a fine lady happy and get a free drink."

"Oh...well. Okay." She blushed a bit. Being a stripper she probably has had a whole bunch of dudes falling over her. I half expected her to role her eyes at the compliment. But the bashfulness quickly vanished when the thought arose that she had no real clue on what happened to her or if it will happen again. I had to do something to calm her down. "But I do have a theory."

"I'm all ears." She responded.

"You remember that whole lightning incident from a few weeks ago?"

"Yeah I remember that. It was completely insane. One of my friends was in the center of it all and saw it go down. Bunch of bolts striking a whole bunch of people, then they all started cumming. Men and women both. Ha! Hearing it secondhand though always makes me laugh."

"Good, now, remember this is just a theory. When that black lightning came down I think it somehow is still here but just in a different sense. You know how you get full of static when you rub up against something? Well its basically the same principal, just with a whole different outcome. I guess I built up a charge of the lightning instead of the usual static shock which caused you to squirt like Las Vegas Water Fountain. So I suppose I was partly responsible for everything that happened."

Mercy nodded with a reassuring smile. Hopefully she bought all that. But I didn't want to tempt fate and have begin poking holes in the lie. So I jumped to the first thing in my mind. "Now, my turn."

"What do you mean 'My Turn'." She questioned.

"Well, you got to ask your questions and unless you have anything better to do, it's my turn to ask some questions about you." I rested my head in my hands and gave a mischievous grin.

Mercy leaned back in her chair and folded her arms. "Fire away." She said.

"Excellent. First question-" I didn't get to finish.

"Yes my ass is real, their not implants."

"....Okay, second question. Whats your real name?"

"Mercy."

"No, that's your stage name, whats your real name?"

"I don't know you, So why should I tell you."

"Good point." I retorted, and extended my hand, "Obi Hanajima. I'm 29, single, Japanese-American, my goal in life is to live like theirs no tomorrow."

A few seconds passed and she didn't move but I kept my hand out and had the same smile on my face. Eventually she released her folded arms, grabbed my hand, and gave normal handshake. "Juliet."

"Hm Hm. It's a pleasure to meet you Juliet."

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By now we both sat down at the table enjoying our meal, both of us on our second burger. And damn, could she pack the meat away. I actually had to pick up the pace to keep up with her. A little competition just between us. Though you can't call it that when one side doesn't know it is competition. But for some reason, us sharing that moment felt so wonderful, really. We shared a short chuckle when we both wiped the ketchup stains from our cheeks. Something about that moment was so pure, so vivid, so real......So real. I thanked the whims of fate immensely for what happened next. A mixture of ketchup and mustard dripping right onto her shirt, take a wild guess where. Even though her ass was the most prized among her features, her chest was nothing to scoff at. It was like comparing the brightness of the moon and sun. Both beautiful and marvelous in their own special way.

"Well?" Juliet finally asked, nonchalantly wiping the mustard from her shirt then licking it off her finger. "Got any more questions?"

"All right. Um. Tell me a bit about yourself."

"You'll have to be a bit more specific, Obi." She chuckled.

"Ha ha ha. Fair enough, fair enough. What was your life like?"

"Well, average. And I'm not dodging the question, that's exactly what it was like. I was raised in a nice home, only child, dad worked as a store manager, mom was a house wife. Average. No big devastating trauma, no **** family members. The life I'm living now is one I chose."

Huh, not what I expected.

"Plus I make 4800 bucks a week and I make it by shaking my ass which just makes me feel awesome. It's better than **** will ever be."

Hah!

Nothing but food wrappers left on the table we still kept talking. Told a few funny family stories, and when that ran out we spent a few minutes catching whats left of the fries in our mouths. I really couldn't believe how good this was going. I'm actually talking with a girl. But I wasn't the least bit nervous, I wasn't scared I'd slip up or say something stupid. It was like every day was Halloween and I was becoming the person I dressed as. It was all perfect. And It just keeps getting better.

"Well we've eaten everything here. Wanna head out?" Juliet asked.

"Head out where? I think their isn't anywhere left."

"My Place?"

On the inside I was screaming my head off in excitement, but on the inside I just raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "Your place?" I asked, "You've known me like, what an hour and a half?"

"And every minute was better than any asshole that walked in through those club doors."

"And that's enough for an invitation?"

"The only one deserving it."

Fuck it. I thought. I'm riding high and I don't see a reason to stop now.

"Lead the way."

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We both got into our cars and drove. Me following close behind her block after block. Eyes focused and on the road, well actually on Juliet's car. When we finally arrived I first thought we were at a stop sign, then I saw Juliet's car pull into a parking space in front of the most extravagant apartment building in the city. I found a spot not too far from Juliet and stepped out to look at the place in all its glory. "Damn!" I exclaimed.

"I know right?" Juliet replied, "I never thought I would enjoy seeing the look on someones face when they see it for the first time. Shall we?"

We both stepped inside and climbed the steps to a single room, "ROOM 4C" plastered in big bronze letters on the dark green door. Pulling the keys from her purse she slid them into the lock and opened the door. And Jesus Christ, she must be a better stripper than I already thought, cause this place was sweet. Wide open space, dining room, kitchen, and a TV area with a beautiful leather couch and with one of those levers on the side that fold out so you can put your feet up. I admit, I was a little jealous. I wasn't living in a place like this when I started my dream job, never even set foot in one beside my broom closet of an apartment.

"You like it?" Juliet asked behind me.

"It's fucking awesome." I responded then I felt her arm on my shoulder and spun me around.

"I'm not talking about my apartment." She replied. She'd lifted her shirt up reveal her bra and the beautiful cleavage within, along with her toned stomach, and going further down to see the sudden widening of her hips and the lining of her panties peeking out of her pants.

"Like I said. Pretty fucking awesome."

Juliet then had this look in her eyes that made my blood surge. Like a panther in the forest with her eyes narrowed, breathing heavily with anticipation as her prey is in sight. And then she pounced. She rushed towards me and pulled me in as her lips ravished mine, making sure to press her chest against mine. I found myself doing similar, wrapping my arms around her and repeating her lustful wrath. I let my hands slowly bur forcefully trail down her body to her the rim of her pants then slid my fingers inside and grabbed a fistful of her ass. Her moans became more clear, but I wanted more, so much more. I grabbed her panties and pulled.

"AHH!!!" Juliet screamed. "YES, YES, DIG IT IN HARDER!!!"

So I pulled harder. I even angled it so it would really dig in. I imagined a line of thread being pulled into her clit with such **** that her juices started leaking. As a result she was basically sucking my face with an animal-like desire. When our lips separated I decided to lick and kiss her neck and felt her hot breath against my ear.

"I got to be honest. Making 4800 hundred a week is more of plus to whats already perfect about my life. I love it when I see a man's cock get hard when they see my ass. I have to hold in every moan and yelp with every guy who spanks me at the club, the only reason I moan so rarely is because I'm holding in the pleasure I feel until I can't hold it anymore."

By now she was grinding against my crotch like a stripper pole.

"Then tonight, when you spanked me. I felt more alive than ever before in my average as fuck life. My pussy juices roiling inside me, my body was on fire with something I never felt before. I-I-I.... I CAN'T FUCKING TAKE IT!!!! STICK IT INSIDE ME NOW, GODDAMMIT!! I JUST CAN'T WAIT ANOTHER SECOND!!"

I effortlessly picked her up and hurled her onto the couch. After a quick bounce she rushed to take off everything and I did the same. The eagerness, the most primal need I saw in her eyes as she lifter her shirt over her head sent me over the edge. I growled like the beast I was becoming with this girl and impaled her on my dick.

"HAHHH! AAHHHN! MMMN! THANK YOU...SO MUCH!!!"

I slid a free hand between her ass and the cushions and really squeezed her left cheek hard enough to get an intense reaction.

"AHHN!! AHAHHN!"

"Hey. If you keep screaming that much people are gonna hear. And then-"

Suddenly, her cunt tightened up on me. "THAT'D BE WONDERFUL! ABSOLUTELY AMAZING! IT'S ALL THE MORE THRILLING IF PEOPLE ARE WATCHING!" Then her hands left my neck and felt them go under my chest. I looked down to see she was grabbing and pulling on her breasts. "I WANT EVERYONE TO SEE...MY NAUGHTY, NAUGHTY TITS!"

Just then, something deep, deep inside me rose to the surface. I imagined the tits she held so ferociously in her hands squirting, running down her mounds and down her belly. I wanted to see it. And I knew I could make it happen.

While I was still ramming into her I got up close to her face. It was red with all the heat we were creating, her eyes were staring at the ceiling. I grabbed her head with both hands and closed my eyes and focused as hard as I could. Somehow, in that darkness I pictured her mind lighting up with electrical signals like the view from an airplane window in the middle of the night. And in my mind I repeated the same phrase. "Lactate, lactate, lactate." Then I witnessed her mind light up with a blinding radiance. I opened my eyes to see Juliet wide-eyed with a mixture of nervousness and absolute pleasure.

She was still squeezing her tits like a lemon to get something out of it, only now it was working like a charm. White nectar poured from her perfect nipples and just like in my imagination it ran down her breasts and down her beautiful stomach.

I suddenly reached to grab her hands and yank her up while I also stood up on the couch leaving her hanging their with just my hands and my rock hard dick holding her up. Even like this she was still ramming into me, wrapping her legs around my waist, and her titty milk still flowing down and dripping from her back.

"I...WANT...MORE!!!" Juliet shouted. I was starting get worried my fears about someone hearing us would actually come true so I quickly waved my hand and set a soundproof barrier around the entire room.

I then carried her over to the kitchen and set her on the grey marble countertop. She winced with the sudden coldness from the marble but kept her self glued to my crotch, groaning and bucking like their was no tomorrow. It was about time to make good on Juliet's demand for more and I happily complied. I spun her around so she faced the counter and dragged her over the kitchen sink. I got a good grip on her still squirting tits then squeezed hard and pulled harder so a rushing stream poured into sink. "AHHHHN...HAHHHH!!!!"

Her moans were getting even louder, full to bursting with an ungodly amount of lust and thirst to be fucked and fucked and fucked into oblivion. "DO IT, DO IT, DO IT! CUM INSIDE ME, CUM, CUM CUM! CUM INSIDE ME! JUST FILL...MY FUCKING PUSSY! MAKE MY TUMMY BULGE FROM THE AMOUNT OF CUM YOU PUMP INSIDE ME! GODDAMMIT, GODDAMMIT! FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCKKKKKK!" She was practically singing this shit by now. "LISTEN UP YOU OLD FUCKS!" Juliet roared, apparently talking to any of the neighbors who could hear us, blissfully unaware that the entire apartment was soundproofed. "OBI'S DICK IS SO WARM AND HARD AND INCREDIBLE! HE'S SQUEEZING EVERY DROP OUT OF MY TITS! HIS DICK IS BURIED SO FUCKING DEEP INSIDE ME! HE'S FUCKING MY BRAINS OUT! HIS BIG FUCKING COCK IS SO DEEP INSIDE ME! AHHHHHH! I CAN FEEL THE **** OF HIS THRUSTS ECHOING INSIDE MY FUCKING WOMB!"

We were both so fucking close. Were nearing, or should I say running full sprint towards the edge, the only thought is reaching unbelievable bliss together. "Turn me around, Obi!" Juliet ordered, "I want to see your face! And I want you to see mine when we cum together." I turned her around and the look on her face was priceless. Covered in sweat, her eyes so filled with lust, I imagine she must have seen the same in me.

"I feel it coming! I feel it! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna squirt so much all over the floor! And your gonna fill me up, your gonna cum so much inside me I'll explode! I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cuuuum! AAHH! LET ME CUM, OBI! TAKE ME WITH YOU LETS CUM TOGETHER! FUCK ME, FUCK ME FUUUCK, YES YES YES YES YES, FUCK ME! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

I erupted inside her and shot out rope after rope of cum inside her aching pussy. All the while, Juliet was frozen in place looking at the ceiling, her eyes opened as wide as possible and her tongue hanging out all the way.

Before long the screaming died down, but was replaced with something else. It was like Juliet's whole body was having hiccups, her entire torso would suddenly spasm and relax, and I felt it in her cunt as it quickly ceased and released. Thankfully the sensation faded away before I got really worried and her eyes slowly closed as mine and her breath became calm. I felt something I never thought I would feel again. I was...tired. Like really tired. It was like my stamina was completely drained from fucking this woman. My legs gave out and we both plummeted to the floor with a noticeable thud. I was still inside of her as she lay on top of me, and my cock spasmed one last time and squirt out one more drop, which I chuckled to as I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.