A stripper got me off while my boyfriend watched [FFM]

I like going to strip clubs. I like even though I’m not a dancer, the inverted power dynamic still kind of applies to me. I might not be wearing the outfit, but the glitter still rubs off.

Some of the women compliment me, some of them try to work me, some of them are just bored of the guys that don’t want lap dances so they come sit down in front of me instead.

My boyfriend is guessing which one I want a lap dance from. They’re all hot, duh, but one has these truly incredible tits. I think they’re real, he thinks they’re fake.

“Let’s find out,” he says. “Loser pays for the lap dance.”

Watching him walk across the room turns me on. Imagining him fuck one of these women turns me on. I watch him talk to her and see he’s being very polite. I can’t help thinking of him bending her over and fucking her. The way he would grab her ass, the way he would look fucking someone he doesn’t know, someone who isn’t me.

He brings her over to the table and she squeals in a cute French accent, “Oh I was hoping it would be you. You’re so cute! I love couple dances!” I honestly believe her. I look around and we are by far the most attractive patrons at this club.

She brings us upstairs to a more private section and sits us down next to each other on a long banquette. I can’t stop looking at her tits. I’m trying not to, but I can’t help it. They’re the nicest I’ve ever seen.

“They’re good, no?” She straddles me and takes her top off.

“They’re fucking incredible.”

“It’s because I started with big boobs,” Boyfriend shoots me an *I told you so* look. “But the doctor was really good. Your boobs would look great with a boob job,”

I laugh. Yeah, no shit.

“Let me see yours. I think I used to be your size.”

I’m wearing a low cut top, so I pull my top down. I look between her and my boyfriend to make sure it’s okay to keep going. I’m wearing a thin bra that I just pull down too. She puts her hands on them and I giggle, mostly because I’m afraid I’ll moan if I don’t.

“Yours are really nice too. Feel mine. You can’t tell they’re fake.”

I can’t feel anything besides incredible tits. I think of how good it would feel to rub our tits together, everything soft and heavy and big. I think of squishing them together, letting them spill over around each other. I think of putting hers in my mouth. How I would lick them and then blow on my wet spit to get her nipples hard. For a moment, I really do forget I’m in a strip club. Fuck, she’s good.

The vibe starts going from fun to erotic. With my tits in her hand she starts grinding against me. She puts her titties in my face and her hands on my shoulders. I watch her dance against me and enjoy the feeling of having to resist grabbing her ass.

She reaches her hand into my pants and plays with the top of my pussy a little. It’s clear to both of us she isn’t actually going to finger me, but we’re putting on a little show for my boyfriend. It’s hot to be in on it together. She looks amused and exclaims “you have a fat pussy!” in her cute accent.

It was the first time I heard that phrase. I probably looked confused as hell because then she said “don’t worry, men like that!”

“Your boyfriend likes it…” I follow her eyes and see she’s looking at his hard cock, clearly visible through his pants.

I laughed and said “I don’t think that what he likes right now.”

“It’s okay, you should touch it…”

I mean damn, okay. I reach over and lightly touch his cock over his pants. I’m not really sure what’s okay to do, so I’m trying to keep things tame. I would love nothing more than to take his cock out and put it in my mouth right now. But I’m pretty sure that would not be cool.

She turns around and puts her hands on the banquette between my legs. Her wrists are pressing up against my clit under my jeans and she starts shaking her ass on my tits. My nipples are sensitive and I’ve always suspected I could cum from nipple play, mostly confirmed by this night. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I feel my body want to cum. I try to fight it, but that ass won’t quit.

I’m so fucking embarrassed that this is happening, but I’m so close to cumming. I feel like the dude that is about to jizz his pants in the strip club. I’m biting my lip so hard trying not to cum. My boyfriend realizes what’s happening and is somewhere between laughing and being very turned on.

She looks back at me and sees what’s going on. “Baby, it’s okay.” She takes one hand and puts it on my pussy over my jeans and leans all the way back against me. With her other hand, she turns my face so my boyfriend can watch me as a cum. She doesn’t even have to do anything else, the pressure of her body and hand is enough.

I bite my lip hard. Okay, fine, you can make me cum, but I’m not making a scene. The only problem is that I’ve been holding this orgasm back and that makes the release way more intense. I cover my own mouth and I cum so hard that I almost blackout.

“That was fun, no?” She gives me a kiss on the cheek and starts to put her clothes back on. I’m still in shock that just happened. My boyfriend reaches for his wallet to pay for it.

“I know I won the bet, but I just enjoyed that way too much,” he says.

There are some good things about being a woman. Like not paying for your lap dance. And not making a mess when you cum in a strip club.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/s0pork/a_stripper_got_me_off_while_my_boyfriend_watched