Story: No Swearing

I stepped out of the motel, the cold evening air hitting me like a slap in the face. My purse was heavier than usual, filled with the day’s earnings. I had only been a stripper for a day, but the pay was surprisingly good. I couldn’t help but think about how my life had taken a drastic turn. From being a carefree college student to working in a seedy strip club, it was a far cry from my dreams.

As I walked back to my room, I couldn’t help but think about the people I had met so far. The girls at the club were friendly and welcoming, but there was a sense of desperation in the air. I had always known that the club was a place where people came to escape their problems, but being on the other side of it was a different story altogether.

I showed my ID to the building manager, Jim, who was standing outside his office. “Hey, Courtney. You’re late with the rent again.” He had a sly grin on his face, and I knew he was just trying to get under my skin. I handed him a hundred-dollar bill and told him it would cover me for a few more days. He took it with a nod, but I could see the disappointment in his eyes.

“You know, doll, you’re making a mistake,” he said, his voice dripping with innuendo. I had heard it all before, and I wasn’t having it. “Jim, stop it,” I said firmly, my voice firm. He looked taken aback, but he knew better than to push me further.

I walked into my room, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I quickly changed into a pair of comfortable clothes and crawled into bed, exhausted from the long day. But as I drifted off to sleep, my mind began to wander back to my childhood, and the memories that I had been trying to keep buried.

I was standing in the backyard with my best friend, Adam, when my dad came out to talk to us. He looked…different. There were tears in his eyes, and I knew something was wrong. “I have liver failure,” he said, his voice trembling. “I don’t have much time left.” I was only a child at the time, but I remembered the feeling of loss and grief that came with it.

As I woke up to the sound of my alarm blaring in my ear, I felt a sense of dread wash over me. I knew I had to face the day ahead, but I wasn’t looking forward to it. I got dressed and headed out to face whatever lay ahead, trying to push the memories of my past to the back of my mind.

The next few days flew by in a blur. I was working hard at the club, making sure to avoid eye contact with anyone from my old life. But on the eighth day, everything changed. I was getting ready for my first show of the night when I saw him. Adam. My best friend from childhood. He was standing in the crowd, his eyes fixed on me. I felt a sense of panic wash over me, and I knew I had to get out of there as fast as I could.

“Courtney?” he called out, his voice barely audible over the music. I looked at him, feeling a sense of shame wash over me. I knew I had to get out of there, but I didn’t know how. I quickly made my way to the back, feeling a sense of relief wash over me as I escaped the club.

But my relief was short-lived. As I sat in the back, trying to catch my breath, I saw Adam walking towards me. He looked…angry. “What’s going on, Courtney?” he asked, his voice firm. I tried to explain, but the words got stuck in my throat. He looked at me with a sense of disappointment, and I felt a pang of guilt.

“You’re not working here anymore,” he said firmly, his voice leaving no room for argument. I knew I had blown it, and I didn’t know how to fix it. But as I looked at him, I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me. He had always been there for me, and I knew I could trust him.

“I’ll get you a job, Courtney,” he said, his voice firm. “Just give me a few days.” I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I knew I could trust him to take care of me.

We walked out of the club, Adam’s arm around my shoulders. I felt a sense of gratitude wash over me, knowing that he was there for me. As we walked to his car, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. What did the future hold? I didn’t know, but with Adam by my side, I felt a sense of hope that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

We drove to Adam’s apartment, the silence between us comfortable. As we pulled up outside the building, I felt a sense of surprise. The apartment was nicer than I had expected, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Adam.

“You’ll be staying here for a while,” he said, his voice firm. “Until I can get you a new place.” I nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I knew I could trust him to take care of me.

As we walked into the apartment, I felt a sense of comfort wash over me. It was nice and cozy, and I couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude towards Adam. I made my way to the bedroom, feeling a sense of exhaustion wash over me. I knew I had a lot to process, but for now, I just wanted to rest.

As I lay in bed, I couldn’t help but think about Adam. He had always been there for me, and I knew I could trust him. But as I drifted off to sleep, I felt a sense of uncertainty wash over me. What did the future hold? I didn’t know, but with Adam by my side, I felt a sense of hope that I hadn’t felt in a long time.

He turned to me, his expression a mixture of anger and disappointment. “Don’t say that,” he said, his voice low and even. “You know I hate it when you swear.” I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that his reaction was always the same whenever I used strong language in front of him.

“Sorry,” I said, trying to sound contrite, but he waved his hand dismissively. “Just eat,” he said, pushing a grilled cheese sandwich in front of me. I devoured it in seconds, feeling a mix of hunger and embarrassment.

“I don’t want you to sleep on the couch,” I said, trying to steer the conversation away from my earlier mistake. He raised an eyebrow, his expression unreadable. “Too bad,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. “I’m not budging.” I knew that look, the one that said he was not going to budge on this.

“We can share the bed,” I suggested, trying to reason with him. “It’s huge.” He considered the idea for a moment, his eyes locked on mine. “It’s not right,” he said finally, his voice firm but controlled. I felt a flutter in my chest, a sense of excitement mixed with anticipation.

“I’ll just sleep on the floor then,” I said, trying to sound nonchalant, but he shook his head. “Fine,” he said, his voice softening. “We’ll share the bed.” I knew that look, the one that said he was giving in, but I couldn’t help the thrill that ran through me.

“I’m tired,” I said, trying to sound sleepy, but he just smiled. “I’ll be there soon,” he said, his eyes locked on mine. I felt a surge of excitement, knowing that he was finally giving in to my desires.

“No!” I exclaimed, feeling a rush of adrenaline. “I mean, I don’t want you to just wait for me to fall asleep and then sleep on the couch.” He looked at me, his expression puzzled. “Ha,” he said, his voice low and even. “I don’t plan to do that.” He smiled, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “I just wanted to make sure you could change into your sleeping clothes before I joined you.”

“Oh,” I said, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. “Okay, but what about you?” He looked at me, his expression blank. “Well, you don’t sleep in a dress shirt and those pants,” I said, trying to tease him. He laughed, his eyes sparkling. “I’ll change in the restroom after you’re in bed,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement.

“Besides,” he continued, “I’ll need to get a shower in before I sleep, so it just works out better.” I felt a surge of excitement, knowing that he was planning to join me in the bed. “I’ll be there in roughly thirty minutes,” he said, his eyes locked on mine.

I needed him. I felt a rush of desire, knowing that he was finally going to be close to me. I changed into my sleeping clothes, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. I was only wearing a t-shirt and my underwear, feeling a sense of vulnerability but also a sense of freedom.

“You can come in now,” I said, trying to sound casual, but he just smiled. He walked into the room, his eyes locked on mine. I felt a surge of excitement, knowing that he was finally going to be close to me.

“I’m going to take a shower,” he said, his voice low and even. “I’ll be right back.” I nodded, feeling a sense of anticipation. I lay down in the bed, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness.

The thunder outside was loud, the sound shaking the room. I felt a surge of fear, but also a sense of excitement. He walked into the room, his eyes locked on mine. “You okay?” he asked, his voice low and even. I nodded, feeling a sense of vulnerability. “I hate thunder,” I said, trying to sound weak and helpless. “Can you hold me like you did when we were young?” He looked at me, his expression softening. “Sure,” he said, his voice low and even.

I felt a surge of excitement, knowing that he was going to hold me. He wrapped his arms around me, holding me close. I nuzzled my head against his chest, feeling a sense of comfort and security. I kept nuzzling my head against his chest, hoping that he would make the first move. I silently begged him to make a move, but he just held me, his arms wrapped tightly around me.

“Adam?” I asked quietly, trying to sound nonchalant. “What’s wrong?” he replied, his voice low and even. “Would you just fricking kiss me already?” I asked, trying to sound casual, but he just smiled. “It wouldn’t be right, Courtney,” he said, his voice firm but controlled. I felt a surge of frustration, but also a sense of excitement. “I don’t care,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at me, his expression unreadable. For a moment, I thought he was going to resist, but then his lips were on mine. His mouth opened, and our tongues danced. I ran my hands through his hair, hugging him tightly. His kisses started to move down to my neck, and I let him go for a second and lifted off my shirt.

He took his free hand and kneaded into my left breast. I always loved guys playing with my breasts, but right now I was too horny. “Stop,” I panted. “No foreplay, just fuck me.” He leaned in close to my ear and whispered, “Please, don’t swear. Such a perfect picture of beauty shouldn’t taint itself with such harsh and ugly words.” I felt a surge of frustration, but also a sense of excitement.

He dropped down and rubbed his hand against my pussy. It felt so good, my mind melted, and I forgot all about the comment. He pressed his pointer finger into my slit and used his thumb to massage my clit. “No panties huh?” he asked with a chuckle. I wanted to say I just needed him so bad that I couldn’t wear them, but it felt so good.

“Ugh,” I moaned out as my response. He just chuckled again and slipped in his middle finger. He worked them back and forth in reverse of each other, and was still massaging my little nub with his thumb. “P-P-Please,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Please what?” he said, his voice low and even. “Please stop? Or please more?” I could tell by the way he said it that he knew I wanted more. I wanted him inside me now.

“M-More,” I said, still panting hardcore. I wasn’t going to last much longer. “But I’m having fun like this,” he said. “I’ll do more, after you cum.” I felt a surge of frustration, but also a sense of excitement.

I held on for another minute, but he had sped up his rubbing of my clit after we spoke. When my orgasm hit me, I was afraid I would hurt his fingers. He was inside me and I clenched up like crazy. It was like my whole body was made of poprocks and he was water being poured over me.

“OH GAWD,” I cried out. I rode the orgasmic high for a good five minutes before forcing his hand out of me. “Enough playing,” I said, my voice firm but controlled. “I’ll take care of this,” I said, reaching for his sweatpants. “Courtney,” he said, his voice low and even. “Are you certain you want to continue?” I looked at him, my eyes locked on his. “Yes,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

I reached for him, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. He was still only semi-hard, but I could see the size of him. “Holy shit you’re big,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me, his expression unreadable. “Don’t cuss,” he said, his voice firm but controlled.

“Shut up,” I said, my voice firm but controlled. I started to lower myself onto his dick, but he grabbed my waist and lifted me up an inch or two. “This won’t happen if you continue to swear,” he said, his voice low and even. I felt a surge of frustration, but also a sense of excitement.

“Fine, just let me do this,” I pleaded with him. He looked at me, his expression softening. “I’ll let you,” he said, his voice low and even. He lowered me gently onto his dick. “Wait,” he said, his voice firm but controlled. “You on the pill?” I nodded, feeling a sense of relief. “Now don’t interrupt for anything else, or I swear I will hit you,” I said, my voice firm but controlled.

“I might like that,” he said, his voice low and even. He started to move, his hips gliding smoothly into mine. I felt a surge of excitement, knowing that he was finally inside me. It felt unlike any orgasm I had ever had before, a mix of pleasure and pain that left me breathless.

“UNG,” I moaned out, my voice barely above a whisper. He looked at me, his expression unreadable. I felt a surge of excitement, knowing that he was finally getting into the rhythm.

He started to move faster, his hips gliding smoothly into mine. I felt a surge of excitement, knowing that we were finally together. I started to ride him, my hips moving in time with his. He looked at me, his expression unreadable, but I could see the desire in his eyes.

I felt the intense rush of his release as he poured wave after wave of his hot cum into me, the sensation so overpowering that I let out a primal scream.

“UNGH!” he cried out in unison with me, his body convulsing with pleasure as he emptied himself into my depths.

My own orgasm was building to a crescendo, the electricity coursing through my veins like a bolt of lightning.

“Enough!” I begged him, my voice barely above a whisper as I strained to speak through the waves of pleasure that threatened to consume me.

“I can’t take it,” I gasped, trying to catch my breath as he slowed his pace but still didn’t stop moving inside me.

“Let me go,” I pleaded, feeling the pressure build to a fever pitch as his cum mixed with mine in a delicious, sweet concoction.

He finally pulled out of me, and I felt the warm liquid spill out onto the bed.

He collapsed beside me, pulling me into his arms as I rode out the post-orgasmic high.

“I love you,” I whispered, the words tumbling out of me before I could stop them.

“Stop swearing,” he said with a chuckle, his voice low and husky as he pulled me closer.

And so we lay there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the only sound the gentle rise and fall of our chests as we drifted off to sleep.