I fucked a stripper [mf]

My job is more boring with Covid active, but normally a portion of my responsibilities are to keep customers happy. Tickets to concerts, sports games, whatever they are into. Right before covid I was visiting an important client away from home, and offered that we could go with some of his people to a casino for some drinks and entertainment. They were totally into the idea. As we pulled up to the casino, my main contact mentioned that there was a strip club across the street for later. I’m not really into strip clubs. I don’t like the feeling of paying for attention, or lack of authenticity. That said, his comment set the course for the night and frankly it’s a common request.

After two hours gambling and drinking my clients were up a few hundred dollars and the decision was made to go across the street. Several in our group split off to go home to their family, but three remained including the big wig. In these situations I privately ask to speak to a manager when we arrive. I want the experience to be positive for my clients, and the staff always knows the drill. I’ll give them a corporate card and ask them to put the charges from my group on it. I’ll also ask that all of the attention goes to my clients. The clients want to feel desired, and this is a business.

Inside, the stage wrapped around both side walls, and across the back wall with a large peninsula in the middle. As the night went on, drinks were flowing, we got a lot of attention, as expected. After about a half hour I left the group to go to the bar to see where my tab was, and to add a bottle service. As I turned around to walk back, a girl approached me, kind of unenthusiastically at first.

She was fairly short, even with sky high heels and had long dark hair framing her cute face. She was wearing a short black skirt that zipped up the side, with a lace top that barely contained her handful sized tits. She clearly took care of herself and I was impressed with the muscle tone in her belly, and she had pronounced back dimples that swayed with her hips as she walked. Along with the unenthusiastic attitude, it looked like she’d been crying. I told her that I’m not interested in paying for attention, but if she wanted to talk, I’m up for that.

About 10 minutes later she came over and started normal chitchat. After some time, she explained how she just broke up with her boyfriend earlier that night in the parking lot. We talked on an off all night – I bought her a few drinks, and as the night progressed we spent more and more time together. She was sending some clearly sexual signals – and being a stripper at work that wasn’t shocking to me. I explained why I’m not very into strip clubs and while I can get into watching beautiful women, the transactional piece and the fakeness was an issue for me. She acknowledged, but didn’t stop. It wasn’t till that point that it hit me that maybe this could happen. The signals weren’t overt, she would wiggle her ass a little when she’d sit on my lap, her hands would linger, etc. There was definitely chemistry. So I let myself play the part.

At the end of the night it was clear that we had a connection. One of the questions I asked her earlier was where her “happy place” was. She had explained that as a kid she loved stargazing, and that would be it. So I asked if she’d be up for driving us out to the desert in her car after work – since there was a meteor shower. I figured this was time for a moonshot, if there ever was one. She shrugged her shoulders and we agreed to meet in the parking lot. I saw my clients off, settled the tab, and prepared to get an uber after being stood up.

To my surprise, she pulls up in her car, on time, wearing sweat pants and a hoodie. We got some food, and drove for 45 minutes to get away from all of the light pollution of the city. It was cool out, I was wearing a sport jacket so I threw that on her hood, she had a blanket that went on top of us. We talked and laughed and competed on how many shooting stars we could count laying with our backs against the windshield. It was electric.

Within 15 minutes of getting there, our legs were tangled together on the hood of her car, her head was under my arm. I made the first move, which was a deep kiss, completed by a suck to her bottom lip. The tension that was released by that kiss was almost violent as it escaped us. I could see her eyes change, and become almost frantic with every breath as we kissed. Our hands started to explore each other.

On our sides now, I ran my hand from the back of her neck, under her hair where it was holding her head, down her side, and back up along her waist inside her hoodie. She was still wearing the lacy red bra that she danced in. The contrast between the frumpy hoodie, hiding her tight body and sexy lingerie drove me wild at the time, and still does.

As I unclasped her bra, I felt her hands exploring me. Normally I’m a little standoffish about being touched. I really just don’t like it. I’m a veteran, I’ve been shot, almost lost limbs, and have also had several cancer surgeries. My body and me are not one, if that makes sense. It felt different with her and it surprised me. Her free hand went down my chest, over my dress shirt to my belt buckle, which she pulled apart and undid in one motion, moving on to rub my cock through my dress pants. I was very hard at that point, the side of my cock pushed against my pants, and pointed down my pant leg as she ran her nails against it under the blanket.

My hands moved down from her rock hard nipples, down her chest, and past her belly button. When I got to the elastic from her sweats I ran my fingers along it, to her back and down to her ass. Being a fitness buff, her ass was really tight. I grabbed it firmly, pulling her closer to me in a single motion. She wasn’t wearing panties, and she was very wet, letting out a gasp as I ran my fingers up and down between her warm pussy lips. I’m normally not the biggest fan of cowgirl because I like to have total control, but I was actually worried about denting her hood if I fucked her too hard against it. So, rolling over, her on top of me and the blanket on top of us, she ground her pussy against my cock through our clothes as I pulled off her hoodie and bra. I stuffed them behind my lower back to keep the windshield wiper from digging into my spine. She started to push my pants and boxers down my legs, leaning on top of me enough to pull out my cock. By this time I was painfully hard. Sitting back, on top of my legs, my cock sort of between her thighs, she stroked me and unrolled a rubber onto me. The stark contrast of her cold hands onto my warm cock, then into her warm and wet pussy was amazing.

She rocked her hips and gasped for air, timing it with clamping her pussy around me – squeezing, then releasing. I used the blanket to pull her down closer to me so that I could suck on her rock hard nipples while she ground on top of me. By her cadence and by her gasps it was clear that she was getting close, and so was I. When I get ready to cum I always seek eye contact – I have this connection to the person in that moment that basically feels like validation, like all the work that she did to get me there and now, so deserving, she gets to have my cum. That always sends me over the edge, especially when I feel her climaxing on my cock. The whole car was shaking and I could feel the transmission clunking to the rhythm. As she came I grabbed her by her hips and pushed down, increasing the contact, and allowing me to reach her deepest places as I started to pump into her.

Totally exhausted, she simply bent over and laid on my chest, still hard inside and her as we fell asleep. We (I) woke up about an hour later, the sun low in the sky, my back messed up, and sore everywhere. The wire from her bra pressing against my ribs. Yup, it was worth it.

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