I was out running some errands the other day when the thought popped in my head, “Some beer and boobs would be nice.” so I pulled into our friendly neighborhood strip club.
I’m not really a strip club kinda guy, but I’ve been there a few times before. Surprisingly good day shift, friendly girls, good drinks. Not a bad place to kill an hour in the middle of a hot day.
I grabbed a drink at the bar and began to watch the main stage. The girl dancing, Star, was cute and petite. Maybe 5’2″, with nice bouncy b-cups and a matching little bubble butt. She had that light brown kind of skin that could have placed her ethnicity all over the map. We made eye contact and smiled. (Side Note: Yes, I know it’s all lies, but it’s fun to play into the fantasy, okay?) I watched her dance a bit longer and then approached to show my appreciation.
She teased her way over to the edge of the stage, eyes locked on mine, swaying and shimmying, still fully clothed because it was her first dance. As she crouched down for her tip she asked. “Are you a boob man or an ass man?”
“I’m actually a boob man, but let’s go with ass, today.”
She grinned and bent over to shake her ass in my face, but then completely surprised me by pulling her thong aside and spreading what had to be the pinkest, silkiest, prettiest little pussy I’d seen in a long time. She continued to grind inches away from me, rubbing her fingers over her pussy, spreading it open and letting it snap closed, and then finished by pulling those tight cheeks apart to reveal a perfect little puckered asshole.
Maybe the beer hit me harder than I was expecting, but my head was swimming after that little show. I staggered back to my stool and continued to watch her perform. And while she made her way around the stage, her eyes kept coming back to me. I tipped each song, and made a little small talk each time, asking her to stop by to talk about a dance after she finished.
Star got off the stage, stopped in the back to freshen up, and then joined me at the bar. We made more small talk, her hand on my knee (I know, I know…) and I asked her about a dance. She countered by offering the VIP room for what was quite a reasonable price.
“Just so we’re clear,” I asked, “what are your rules for VIP? I know different girls are comfortable with different things, and I want to make sure ahead of time that we can both enjoy ourselves.”
“Well, um… wait, are you a cop?”
“Look at me, do I look like a cop? Also, no, I’m not. Also, just so you know, if I were, I wouldn’t have to tell you if you asked me.”
“Oh.” she said, slightly overloaded with new information. But she rallied.
“Well…” she looked at me shyly yet coquettishly, “we could have sex…” Again looking deep into my eyes with a hopeful smile.
I smiled back, “Thanks, but I have to politely decline. But short of that?” Cue evil grin.
“You can do whatever you’d like.” she grinned back, “Just no penetration with your finger.”
Which sounded fair. She has no idea where my fingers have been. I had no idea where my fingers had been. It’d been a long day already.
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She lead me by hand to one of the two private VIP booths (the rest were larger, open seating areas). I sat down and got comfortable as she danced a little more. She was a beautiful dancer, her hands running up and down her lithe body, eyes closed and head back, lost in the music and sensation of touching herself. She started to undo her top when I interrupted. “Let me get that.”
She laid back against me, her ass grinding my crotch, as I let my hands roam up and down her front. I squeezed her boobs and rolled her nipples through the thin fabric. She moaned softly and arched her back, pushing her ass harder against me. I could feel her nipples stiffen and decided to tease her a little more. I started to kiss and sick along the side of her neck, massaging her tits, making her writhe. Keeping her top on I pulled it down to free her breasts, warm skin on skin. I pinched and pulled her small hard nipples. She started to pull her hand down between her legs buy I pulled it back. “Not yet.” I whispered.
I turned her around to face me, her legs on either side of mine, crouching above me. I took one nipple into my mouth and bit gently. This was met with more moans and her grabbing the back of my head, pulling me into her. I sucked and nibbled and flicked, alternating between each of her two perfectly formed tits. She was getting really worked up and actively dry humping me. I could feel the heat from her pussy though my jeans. “Let me see that pussy.” I said.
She slowly stepped away from me, back into stripping mode, and slowly removed her clothed. I was in for another fun surprise as she turned upside down to do a handstand, shoving her glistening hole inches from my lips. And it was glistening. Practically drenched. I remembered what she said about fingers, and briefly wondered about tongues, before deciding that was a bad idea. Instead I blew softly on her, watching her quiver. I did bring up a hand, but made sure to stay on the outside of her lips, rubbing them together, pinching and playing with her hood, as I sucked and bit at her inner thigh.
It was definitely having the desired effect, as she started to shake. I had to get one arm around her to keep her from falling as I teased that hot aching pussy. “Don’t stop,’ she said, “I want you to make me cum…”
So I didn’t stop. I did everything short of fingering her and eating her out. I pulled her up higher so her shoulders were resting on my legs. I knew she was getting close as she started to buck and play with her tits. It wasn’t long before she practically bit my leg trying to stifle her cries. Slowly, she turned herself around to sit on my knee and collect herself.
“Are you _sure_ I can’t do anything for you?”
I sighed, “I mean, I guess if you have to, a little handjob wouldn’t hurt.” We both laughed.
Star got down on her knees and began to rub the front of my jeans. I was already hard and ready to go, but it felt nice. Then she slowed down.
“Oh my god.” she gasped. “Are you really this big? You could wreck a pussy with that thing!”
(Side Note 2: Okay, maybe it’s stripper exaggeration, and maybe I fell for it, but I’m ridiculously girthy. Like, oral is difficult and anal is pretty much off the table. So yeah, I took it at face value.)
“Aren’t you glad I declined sex?” We laughed again and she eagerly undid my pants, pulling my underwear down with it. She seemed stunned still, just staring at my rock hard member and slowly stroking it up and down. Her hand was cool and soft against my skin. I just laid my head back and relaxed.
She started to build up a nice rhythm, slow and steady, drawing the act out. Every so often I’d get a little kiss or lick on the underside of my head, no bj but still a nice touch. I was getting close when I felt her let go.
I looked up, confused, but she was just smiling and leaning in towards me. “I want to feel you between my titties.”
“My pleasure.” I responded, “But, um, where should I…”
“Cummmmm?” she drew the word out. “Mmmm… right here. I wanna feel your hot cum on my chest.” She began to stroke me with her wonderfully soft breasts. “I wanna feel it drip down my tits.” Faster now. “I wanna feel that cum bubble up inside those big balls of yours.” Squeezing me tightly, her whole body starting to bounce up and down. “I wanna feel that big cock throb as you shoot your load all over me… yes… Yes… dump that big load of hot cum all over these pretty tits!”
And I did. I shot a huge load up, hitting her under the chin. She kept pumping away and I kept cumming, burst after burst, splashing up against her skin and dripping down her body. She was giggling and grinning and bouncing. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard.
After what felt like an eternity I was finally spent. I collapsed back against the seat as I felt a wet wipe start to clean me up. I looked up at Star with a dazed smile.
“I thought I’d clean you up first so you could enjoy your handywork.” Which was quite thoughtful of her. she was a complete mess, drenched in my cum. I took a mental picture for my spank bank.
After that she cleaned herself up quickly with no fuss, returning the cleaning products to a hidden shelf below the sofa and disposing of the used wipes in a similarly discrete waste bin. Clearly this club knows whats going on.
We had a few minutes left so she sat on my lap and we just stroked each others bodies. I asked her if she had another one in her and she smiled and said yes.
She laid back, spread herself open and began to finger herself as I watched. She was still quite wet and her slim fingers dipped effortlessly inside her pussy. Two fingers, then three, then her thumb on her clit. Her hips were bucking and she was making the sexiest noises, both verbal and non-verbal. But then one more surprise.
“Choke me…” she pleaded.
I’d never done this before and panicked images of a dead stripper and angry bouncers flew through my head. But I reached over and applied firm yet gentle pressure. I’m big and she was tiny, so my hand went more than halfway around her throat. She leaned into me to indicate more pressure and I complied. I felt her moans and groans muted in her throat as she started to cum. Her fingers were pounding her wet cunt, making sloppy noises as she pulled her nipple as far as it would go. I started to squeeze just a bit more as she finally rode her wave of orgasm out.
She settled down and licked the juice from her fingers. We both caught our breath and she got dressed. “You’ll ask for me next time?” she asked and she slapped me on the ass as we walked out.
“Absolutely.”
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/4mct5x/no_sex_in_the_champagne_room_but_everything_else
Wow what a story!