Slug CLub

CH. 56 Blinny

Lap dance

Blaise pushed open the door to his flat and walked into the semi-darkness. It had been a miserable day at the office and he was exhausted. Walking towards the kitchen, he had just hit the center of the room when a candle flared and Blaise brought his head up.....and stopped dead. Ginny was standing against the door jam to the kitchen clad only in an emerald bustier, silver thong, and black stilettos. Her red hair was down in waves around her shoulders and she was looking at him from under hooded lashes. Blaise felt his mouth fall open as Ginny started slowly toward him, hips swaying with each step. When she reached him, she reached up and stroked her hand down his tie.

"Hello there, handsome," she cooed at him, then shoved him backwards. Flailing his arms, thinking he was going to hit the floor, Blaise braced for an impact that didn't come. She had silently conjured a chair behind him and that was where he landed, seated in front of her. Low music began playing from Merlin only knew where. Slowly, she turned on the spot, pushing her breasts and ass out for his viewing. When her backside was facing him, she slowly bent over at the waist and drew her hand slowly up her leg, giving him ample time to watch her ass. When she was upright again, she slowly turned and strode over to him, exaggerating the swing of her hips as she went.  When she got just inches from him, she stepped around to straddle his knees. Bending forward slowly, she ran a fingertip along his jaw. Rising back up, she put a forearm on each of his shoulders and slowly revolved her hips, just inches above his now painfully throbbing cock. His hands slid up her thighs and gave her hips a gentle squeeze as he hummed low in his throat.

"You keep this up, Weasley, and I'll have to buy you a new set of lingerie" Ginny laughed quietly. Leaning forward, she nipped his ear as she rotated her hips again.

"Oh. Well." Blaise growled and dug his fingertips into Ginny's hips. Grabbing the strings of the thong on her hips, he jerked outward sharply and ripped them off, throwing the fabric to the side. Ripping open the fly of his trousers and pulling out his pulsing cock, he positioned the head at her entrance and thrust into her, hard. Ginny let out a shriek and then her moans began. Blaise was not gentle, he never was. He grabbed both sides of the tope of her bustier and ripped it apart, capturing her breasts with his hand and mouth as he fucked her. Ginny's orgasm rocketed through her, with a second close on its heels. As her third release barreled through her, Blaise's cock could finally take no more and dumped its load deep inside.

As they recovered, Ginny's head laying on Blaise's shoulder and Blaise stroking the finger bruises on Ginny's hips, they were both in bliss. After a little while, Ginny raised her head up, tousle haired, and smiled at him.

"Happy Birthday, handsome," she said as she kissed him softly. Blaise just laughed.