The time my boyfriend didn’t let us fuck a stripper in Thailand [FM] almost [FMF]

We’re at a really nice restaurant on some double digit floor overlooking Bangkok, but I’m so fucking jetlagged. We’ve just landed after a 20 hour flight.

“Hey, do you want a coffee or something?” He asks me.

“Coffee? Dude, I’m gonna need to see some drugs or some titties to stay awake.”

He laughs. “I’ll see what I can do.”

We’re both degenerates that love sex and strip clubs.

After dinner, we go play connect four and smoke hookah in plastic lawn chairs outside a strip mall. The tobacco and the merciless need to crush my boyfriend at this game do wake me up. Some girls in bikinis walk by us and invite us to a “show” inside the strip mall. Finally, some titties.

We go inside for the show, and it’s like a western strip club, except there are four or five girls up on the stage at once. There are two poles set up at either end of the stage. The other 40 guys here are all watching the stage.

I go get us drinks and watch some other girls flock to my boyfriend. He’s white, old enough to tip well, but young enough to still be hot. The perfect target. I come over to the table with our drinks and say hi to all of them. We sit and chat while watching some of the girls dance in the background. My boyfriend is too distracted to notice how drunk I’m getting, but I’m having a great time with them.

He goes to pay at the exact wrong moment. The girls start trying to convince me to go onstage. They’re grabbing my boobs and saying how nice they are. They all giggle and huddle around me, taking me up to the stage. All the other men start cheering, shocked by the fact that there is now a clearly non-Thai chick from the audience on the stage. When he hears the cheering, my boyfriend looks up from signing the check and realizes I’m on stage.

The look on his face is priceless. Half amused, half wtf.

The chicks are eager to get my top off. They surround me and get to work. My top comes off. My bottoms come off. One chick looks at me and says follow me. She puts me against one pole, and goes over to the other one. I copy her movements. She walks around the pole. She puts her back against the pole, with her arms wrapped around it above her. I do exactly as she does. She drops lower, letting her ass rub down the length of the pole.

She crawls to the middle, and I meet her there. She jiggles my tits for the audience and then reaches to take off my bra. In the quickest movement, she unclasps it and throws it into the audience. I remember my boyfriend is at the edge of the stage.

I crawl over to him and start to undo the buttons on his shirt. Some of them come around him and are petting his shoulders and also helping me undo his shirt. I ask the girl I did the impromptu routine with if she wants to come home with us. My boyfriend gives me a look, but it’s too late.

I pull her and him out of the room, stumbling and only now realizing how drunk I am. Every man in that room wanted to be my boyfriend in that moment. God, I’m such a good girlfriend.

I’m holding her hand and taking her down the street with me. My boyfriend says he’s going to call her a cab. In retrospect, I was fucking trashed and he made the right call. But in the moment, he was SUCH a buzz kill.

“Pleaseeeeee, she so sexy. It’ll be sooo fun. We can have a threesome. You can do whatever you want with us.

She’s joining in too, I’m sure because she assumes she will be nicely compensated for this. We’re both holding onto each of his arms and telling him to take us home.

*Oh my god, I’m cringing writing this.*

“You are so fucking drunk. We’re here for an entire week. Literally any other night you aren’t trashed.”

He is trying to reason with someone who has left their deductive reasoning somewhere between the connect 4 and the stripper stage. He hails a cab and puts her in it, while I give him sad puppy eyes as they drive away.

I almost can’t walk at this point, so he puts me over his shoulder and carries me the entire way home while I whine “but I wanted to fuck herrrr,” over his back.

*I’m still half cringing, half laughing at my baby self.*

We get back to the hotel and I end up spending the night in the bathroom. I crawl into bed in the morning and actually thank my boyfriend for not letting me take her home. The next day I have the absolute worst hangover of my life. I lay by the pool and try to will it away by eating snacks and moving as little as possible.

At the middle of the day, we take lunch back to the room. We’re on the bed and my boyfriend asks if I want to see something hot. I am not prepared for what he is about to show me. He hands me his blackberry lol and I see myself on the pole.

“OH MY GOD. Why did you let me go up there??”

“Keep watching. It’s pretty hot.”

He’s right. It is pretty hot. I’m turned on by the time we get to her taking my bra off. He reaches between my legs and feels how wet I am. He turns me over so I can keep watching the video while he starts to fuck me.

The girls are hot. I’m surprisingly hot. I see the one I wanted to take home and imagine her here with us.

“I wanted to watch you fuck her.”

“Oh yeah? How did you want me to fuck her?”

“I think slow at first. Like this.” He is going slow, since I’m so hungover.

“And then I’d want you to grab her hair and start fucking her really deep, pressing into her.” I arch my ass as much as possible so that he can really bear down on me. One hand is in my hair and the other is on my back. He’s leaning into me, his face next to mine, listening to me. I wonder if he’s imagining that I’m actually her. It fucking turns me on to think about that.

“I want you to fuck her harder now.” He gets really into it, pounding me into the bed. This has interestingly made my hangover go away for now. I moan from how good it feels.

“And then… I think I’d want you to fuck her in the ass”

He raises one brow. “In the ass?”

“Yeah, right in her tight little ass.” I make it clear what I want.

He lets some spit drop onto my ass and rubs his fingers on my asshole, letting it stretch around his finger. He takes his cock straight from my pussy to my ass. I was so wet that it’s enough lubrication for him to get his cock inside my asshole. Fuck, it feels so good. It’s so easy for me to come when getting fucked this way. He holds his hand against my pussy the way I like it. The pressure on my clit feels so good that I start rocking against his hand. My clit rubs against his fingers while my ass moves up and down on his cock. He’s harder than ever and I know I’m going to come so hard. I lose all control of my body as it shakes with pleasure. He’s getting close too. I can feel his other hand grabbing my ass tighter and tighter the closer he gets.

“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.” He makes two long thrusts and comes in my ass. It turns me on so much, that I come right then too. We stay like that for a little bit until he pulls himself out slowly.

He slaps my ass and says “some stripper, huh.”

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