Mistaken Identity - Part 3 - 8K (Patreon)

Sorry, I meant to get this posted yesterday evening, but...you know...life and stuff.

It's closing time at Club 33.  Most of the staff have already gone home, leaving a small crew to lock the place up for the night.  Kim, her latest tryst with Ann still fresh in her memory, lingers behind.

Under the guise that she can't get her car to start and needing a ride home, Kim stands around chit-chatting with the DJ, watching as he reorganizes his vinyl collection.  Unbeknownst to him, however, Kim still yearns for more...

DJ: So, I heard some high-rent soccer mom got the VIP lounge for two whole hours tonight...and requested you by name?  Ain't she the same one from a coupla weeks ago?

Kim: Yeah, what of it?  You jealous?

DJ: Hell yeah I am!  Shit, girl...two hours?  You gotta be bankin'!

Kim: So, which one are you jealous of?  Two hours with me...or the bankin' part?

DJ: Uhhh, you kiddin'?  Both!

Kim: Well, after the house gets it's cut...?  Please.  With food, rent, and maybe a new outfit...not being able to afford to keep my own car running ain't nothing to be jealous of.

DJ: True dat.  So, inquiring minds wanna know...  What does a smokin' hot redhead do with with a soccer mom for a coupla hours?  Trade meatloaf recipes?  Schedule play dates?  Or is that like, some kinda stripper-MILF confidentiality thing?

Kim: Funny.  Very funny.  If I was a doctor or a psychiatrist, then yes.  Otherwise, well...let's just say...

Mike the bouncer yells from across the bar, letting them know that he's leaving for the evening.

Mike: Yo, I'm out!  You two love birds gonna turn out the lights and lock the place up?

Kim: We got it, Mike.  Have a good night.

Mike: Ah-ight.  Later, Red.

Kim waves goodbye as he disappears into the gloom, then turns back to the DJ with a wanton smile and finishes her sentence.

Kim: As I was saying...  Let's just say she left me wanting more.

Stepping backwards, she grabs the hem of her little black dress, lifting it up and over her head, her breasts jiggling as they're released from the stretchy fabric.  Flinging it aside, she turns and 'stripper walks' towards the center stage, popping her hips for added effect.  Climbing onto the stage, wearing little but a barely-there g-string and a pair of stiletto heels, Kim turns to face the DJ.  With a less-than-demur smirk, she cocks her hips to one side, her thumbs slipping behind the straps of her minute underwear.

Kim: A LOT more.

Wide-eyed, staring on as Kim bends at the waist, the DJ watches as she pushes her g-string to her ankles.  Instead of raising herself, Kim places her hands flat on the floor, then arches her back as she slides her feet backwards.  When her fronts of her thighs nearly reach the floor, she bends her knees and raises her ass until she's in a doggie style position.

Fumbling in his record collection for a few seconds, the DJ places a disc onto the turntable, flips a few switches, and then steps down from the booth.  Grinning, he pulls his Pink Floyd's The Dark Side of the Moon t-shirt up and over his head, flings it aside, and then begins to unbuckle his pants as he walks towards the stage.  The crackle of old vinyl reverberates through the clubs speakers as he climbs the steps.

Kim smiles up at him, wiggling her hips as the DJ unzips his skinny jeans.  Biting her lower lip, she can't help but to notice the unusually large bulge in his pants, running nearly the entire length of his inner thigh.  Just as he starts to push his stretch-fit jeans down, giving Kim a glimpse of the huge monster lurking inside them, Marvin Jaye's 'Let's Get it On' begins to play through the sound system.

Kim: Nice.

Kim grins, trying to hide her astonishment of the DJ's shear length and girth as he pushes his pants down.  Giggling she watches as he dances around trying to pull his leg out of his too-tight jeans, his gigantic member swinging to and fro.  Finally free of the nuisance, he kneels down behind her, the middle of his fully erect behemoth coming to rest on her tail bone.

Kim: (playfully, semi-serious) Now, sir, are you aware that this establishment has a strict no-touch policy?  I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to...

Arching his hips backward, the DJ's immense head slips down the crack of Kim's ass until it's fully planted against her already sopping wet labia.  Grabbing her by the hips, he arches forward, pulling her towards him as he less-than-gently pushes into her.  Kim moans with a combination of pleasure and pain, stammering to speak as his pythonic girth squeezes into her.

Kim: ...fuh...fuh...fuck me until I cuh...can't suh...suh...see s-straight!

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Original Art by Gagala  

Edits by Phillipthe2