Jodi sauntered into the dimly lit strip club, her eyes scanning the room for potential targets. She had a specific goal in mind tonight: to find a big, juicy cock to suck. As a nasty sexual deviant, Jodi had an insatiable appetite for cum and the taste of it made her super excited and creamy wet in her pussy.

She sashayed up to the bar, her stiletto heels clicking against the sticky floor. The bartender, a grizzled man with a noticeable bald spot, eyed her up and down. “What can I get for you, sweetheart?” he asked, a lecherous grin spreading across his face.

“Just a whiskey sour, thanks,” Jodi replied, her voice dripping with honey. She took a sip of her drink and turned to survey the room.

Her gaze landed on a burly man with a thick beard and even thicker biceps. He was nursing a beer and watching the dancers on stage with a bored expression. Jodi knew she had her mark.

She sauntered over to the man, her hips swaying seductively. “Hey there,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “Mind if I join you?”

The man grunted in response, but made room for her on the sticky bar stool next to him. Jodi ordered another drink and made small talk with the man, slowly but surely working her way closer to her ultimate goal.

After a few minutes, she placed a hand on the man’s thigh and leaned in close. “You know, I have a bit of a fantasy,” she whispered in his ear. “I love the taste of cum, and I was wondering if you’d be willing to help me fulfill it.”

The man’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly regained his composure. “Sure thing, sweetheart,” he said, a sly grin spreading across his face. “Let’s go find a bathroom stall.”

Jodi followed the man to the dingy bathroom, her heart racing with excitement. She pushed him into a stall and locked the door behind them.

Without hesitation, she dropped to her knees in front of the man and unzipped his pants. His cock sprang free, thick and juicy just as she had hoped. She wasted no time wrapping her lips around it, savoring the taste as he moaned above her.

Jodi worked her mouth up and down the man’s cock, her tongue swirling around the tip and her hand pumping the base. She could feel her pussy growing wetter with each moan and thrust from the man.

Within minutes, the man was grunting and gripping the back of Jodi’s head as he came hard down her throat. She swallowed every last drop, savoring the taste and the feeling of fullness in her belly.

Jodi stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. “Thanks, big guy,” she said with a wink. “That was just what I needed.”

She sashayed out of the bathroom, her mission accomplished and her cravings satisfied. For now. Jodi knew she would be back at the strip club again soon, searching for her next fix.

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