I never imagined that I would pay my fiancée for sex, but she gave me the best blowjob of my life last week in exchange for $140.
This story begins on my birthday, Wednesday of last week. I took the day off from work to celebrate, but all my friends were busy during the afternoon. Driving past a strip club, I decided to drop in by myself and grab a drink.
The lighting in the club was dim, but red and blue spotlights illuminated the curves of the dancer on center stage. She was in her early 20s, and she had big natural breasts tucked into a black bikini top.
Sliding down the pole and climbing off stage, she sat on my lap and asked if I wanted a dance. Her name was Imagine (cliché, I know), and her barely covered, smooth skin felt amazing pressed against my jeans. Of course, I said yes.
The area for lapdances was walled off with a red curtain for privacy. I leaned back into a sofa chair with high arm rests, which gave us some privacy. Imagine sat on my lap with her arms wrapped around the back of my neck. She took off my glasses so I could bury my face in her tits.
After I told her it was my birthday, she took it upon herself to slide down my zipper and take my hard cock into her hand. She ran her fingers along my shaft until I closed my eyes and bucked my hips.
“Fuck yeah,” she said, aggressively slapping my cock against her tits. “Cum for me, daddy. Cum for me, motherfucker.”
To be clear, she meant “daddy” in the urban slang sense of the word; she didn’t have daddy issues (at least as far as I know). Imagine looked like she might’ve been Dominican. I’m a fairly nerdy, upper-middle-class white guy, and I had never been with a girl who spoke so forcefully during a hook-up. It was a huge turn on.
She switched to slow, tight strokes as I began to bust hot cum. It took me a few seconds to catch my breath before I could give her a tip. I was mesmerized by the shifting of her ass and her G-string as she walked away.
Later in the day I told my fiancée, Danielle, what happened. One of the things I love about Danielle is that she’s very open sexually and she never gets jealous. We have an understanding about strip clubs. I go sometimes to release sexual energy. There’s no need to worry about either party getting attached because it’s essentially a transaction.
Danielle grinned at the thought of a stripper making me cum, and she poked fun at the absurdity of calling yourself “Imagine.”
Later that night, after my birthday party, Danielle made pasta and we sat on the couch to watch Dave Chapelle’s new Netflix special. I told her, “You know what would be funny…if you gave me a dance.”
“Really?” she said, climbing on top of me on the couch. “How much do you pay for that?” She took off her white tanktop to reveal natural DDs squeezed into a lace bra. We put on some music.
“$40 for a song,” I said. “Deal?”
Smiling, Danielle unclasped her bra, letting her perky tits bounce. They felt perfectly round and heavy in my palms. Her nipples were starting to get hard.
“No touching,” she said.
She pressed her small back against my chest, leaning us both against the couch, and grinded her ass against my jeans.
“Oh fuck,” I said. “Don’t stop that.”
“That’s enough,” she said with an evil grin as soon as the song stopped.
“But…come on,” I said.
“You want more?”
“Yes, please!”
“How much do you want it?”
“I’ll give you another $40.”
“How about $100?”
As soon as I said “Fine,” she ripped off my jeans. I had never felt so hard in my life. She made my dick almost disappear between her tits, squeezing them together.
Danielle got on her knees and push my thighs apart. She spat on my cock like a porn star and cupped my balls with one hand while she moved the other up and down my shaft. She gagged herself, moving her soft lips down to the base of my cock, coming up for air and diving down again. The bobbing of her head was fast it became a blur, and her tits jiggled with every motion.
She took the cock out of her mouth just long enough to mumble, “Fucking cum for me, motherfucker!”
“Fucking suck it, stroke it, fuck, oh god —” It was one of those orgasms that’s so good it renders you completely incapable of communicating.
With an involuntary moan, I released stream after stream of hot cum deep into my fianceé’s throat. She ran circles around the throbbing head of my cock with her wet tongue. When she finally slid it out of her month, a bit of my cum dripped onto her DDs.
In the end, she forced me to treat her like a callgirl. I took out Venmo and sent for $140 in total. “intimate favors” — a description that we’ve used jokingly on Venmo in the past — wasn’t exactly a joke anymore.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6ob5zi/inspired_by_a_stripper_my_fianceé_gave_me_the
Solid username McTits ??
That was hot!
Was the stripper’s last name “Dragons”?
If its not fiction, you found a good girl.
Little did OP know that the stripped was his fiancée in disguise. That’s why she used the same line.