When I use to be a stripper [F]:

Hi everyone! Happy Friday!

I was a dancer at many clubs, for most of my late teens to early twenties and although at first dancing with my chest naked and open to the public was a bit terrifying, but I quickly became quiet comfortable with it.

I love to dance and I loved that when I was on stage everyone was looking at me. I had all the attention but at the same time I knew I could get almost any guy at the club kicked out if he was an ass to me. But most of the guys I decided to have as my regulars were quiet sweet.

At the time I was just nineteen, and I was going through a phase where I was changing my hairstyle all the time, haveing it grow long or cutting and dying it all sorts of colors like orange or green, I’d even dye my pubes (if I wasn’t shaved and smooth) the same color as my hair. I was also getting everything pierced. My nose, tongue, nipples, even the hood of my clit. That night I chose to where this cute small pink skirt that matched my pink and blue bikini top and thong. I also had on my knee high stilettos. My girlfriend, Rebecca, decided to take a few pictures of me.

(This was back in the day when we used film rolls. I always wondered what the guys at the photo processors thought when they saw nude pictures of me.)

While she was taking pictures of me I heard my name to come out and dance. As I strutted to the pole I spotted one of my regulars that we’ll call Ed.

Ed was a real sweetheart, a guy in his late 30’s who’d always come in on a weekend to see me. I almost always decided to give him a good show.

He sat right in front of me. I untied my top and dropped it into his lap. I watched his eyes follow it down and by the time he looked back up I was on my knees with my legs spread, back against the pole, hands on my tits. I watched his eyes dart up and down as he tried to get a sight of my breasts and what I had between my legs. I know he must have been looking at my pierced clit as the bar was clearly visible and bulging through the fabric. Ed and another gentlemen put some bills around the strap of my waste. I turned around, still on the floor, legs still spread, but now my ass in his face. I begin to shake as I feel more hands giving me tips. I slowly got up and swayed my hips as I approached the pole. I swung around it a couple of times until my song ended. I picked up my bills and walked over to Ed.

“Hey, honey how’s your day going?” I asked

“A hell of a lot better now that I’m here” he responded.

“Would you like a dance?”

“Of course, I know your time isn’t free”

I liked Ed because he knew what the deal was, although I bet he was in love with me, I just thought of it as a business relationship.

I turned around and slowly bent over as I rubbed my hands down along my side. I swayed my hips as I hooked my thumbs along the string at my wastes and started to peel my thong down.

I could feel Ed’s eyes on my hands hoping to get a view of one of my holes. But instead I just slid my cheeks on to his lap. And let go of the strings.

I started to sway my hips side to side to the music, playing with my tits while I moaned. I could feel Ed’s cock get hard under me. I know he had a big cock because I could always feel it. I even rubbed it with my hands through his jeans a could times.

He always kept his hands to his side. He never touched me and that was another reason why I liked him.

I got up and turned around, my tits now in full view. They were voluptuous, full, with perfectly round brown nipples, pierced with little black bars. I straddled his lap and began to glide the lips of my pussy against him. Feeling around for his cock, and trying to move it to a good position.

The song ended.

“Want another, it’d be on the House” I said.

“Sure, don’t worry I’ll pay for your time”

As another song began, I went back to thrusting my slit on his lap. My arms were around his neck, and I looked him right in the eyes.

He loved my eyes. Always said I had the most beautiful eyes he’s ever seen. But he always had a problem keeping eye contact.

So I’d try to make sure it was tits that were in his face for most of his dances to keep him comfortable.

I could feel his cock throbbing under my mound. My labia was biting onto the flimsy material of my thong as I tried to stretch apart my lips around his clothed penis.

I looked over to my side and a gentleman sitting just a couple feet away from us was staring at me. Not at my face but at where I was gliding on Ed’s lap. I knew the side of my pussy must have been visible. And that made me stroke harder on his manhood.

I bit my glossy lips, as I rubbed my hard nipples against his lips. My piercing must have been cool to the touch but he didn’t dare move. Even though I knew he wanted to bite it or lick it or just have me in his mouth.

“I can feel your cock pulsing” I whispered into his ear.

I could tell Ed was about to cum, and the song was about to end. So I focused on rubbing my little pussy against the bulbous head of his penis.

I could feel it wanting to be inside of me.

“I want you to feel you cum Ed” I moaned.

And with that, he climaxed and released a sigh. Ed paid me for the dances and gave me a very generous tip.

“Thank you” Ed said

“Any time sir”

As Ed got up and walked away, I could feel my legs shaking. The front of my thong was wedged in between my lips, soaked. I could feel myself leaking down my thigh.

Ed never looked at my after he’d orgasm himself so he never knew that I was also making myself climax.

I really liked that he was a good, reliable customer and I never felt pressure with him, and that made making that man and myself cum so easier.

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