If you’ve read my previous post about prepping for my Hubby’s B-day, then you already know the back story here. However, to quickly recap, on my Hubby’s birthday every year, I stop taking my BC for 48 hours so that I’m essentially “Submissive & Breedable.” That being said, I don’t want kids, and we took the necessary measures to avoid it.
The events of this started on Tuesday when I stopped taking my birth control in the morning and allowing for 24+ hours before Hubby’s birthday while also unrestricting my sex drive. Tuesday, was an easy enough day since Hubby, NV, and I are all rather busy and don’t have a lot of contact with each other till late at night and usually just go to sleep. Wednesday, however, was a different story; my horniness had skyrocketed tenfold. Jilling off quickly in the morning, I hoped to dull my urges before I went to teach a yoga class, which at first seemed to work, but then seeing all the ladies I teach in their sports bras and leggings, it was no use. I was a ball of hormonal urges, and fighting against them took a lot out of me. However, other than a slightly noticeable wet spot between my legs, there was no visible evidence of my horniness.
Then it was time to go to the strip club, and it was a losing battle that I was fighting with my hormones as soon as I walked in. From having to change out of my sundress and into my black pleated mini skirt and some black X pasties under a fishnet crop top, I was losing all ability to control myself. Yet after putting some more shadow around my eyes and tying my hair back into a pony, I pressed on. It was a normal day at first; I spent the first hour and a half serving drinks and having casual chats with patrons, and then what is seemingly ritualistic for me at this point, I went backstage for some nightly private fun with the other girls on my break. From getting/giving dances to each other to making out with each other’s upper and lower lips, it was all pretty standard, or it would’ve been, but being off my BC, I was a little more aggressive with my fingering techniques, which resulted in it some very orgasmic outcomes. Word of my horniness got around quick, and after each girl danced, they’d come back and see me. It was just so fucking hot, that is until I was finishing with the third dancer, that my co-bartender came back, found me on my knees, and my face between the dancer’s legs. Giggling obviously at the naughty sight, she tapped me on the shoulder and mentioned someone had come to see me.
Now for me, that’s an odd request since I’m not on par with any of the dancers, even when I’m one of them, but before I could ask who. Hubby walked in through the curtain. “Looks like someone’s being a good girl,” was the first thing he said as I raced to get to my feet. The dancer and my co-bartender left quickly, giving him and me some privacy. He knows all about my naughty girl-on-girl antics at the club and supports it entirely. Also, everyone pretty much knows him to be comfortable around him, but this was a rarity. Explaining that he left work early to come to see me and to add a little more fun to our arrangement, he wanted to receive his gift somewhere public this year. Hearing that alone put a naughty and giddy grin on my face. I then lifted up the front of my skirt to show him that there was nothing underneath but a garter belt holding up my rather sheer black thigh highs.
Eliminating the distance between us until I was looking up at him, I let go of my skirt and started fiddling with the belt on his dress pants. Meanwhile, his lips pressed against mine, then his tongue invaded my mouth. I had been craving him for the last day; I wanted him so badly but couldn’t until now, when he lustfully growled into my mouth that he was ready to claim me. Thankfully my hands had gotten his belt undone as I wrapped my fingers around his cock, and pulled him toward the half-circle couch in the private room. He knew what came next as he took a seat, and I returned to being on my knees, only this time I was deepthroating his cock rather than drawing zig-zags on one of my co-workers’ pussies. I also made a good call to put my hair in a pony since his hand immediately wrapped around where the hair tie was, and he was helping me to take him all in. Going up and down, making loud glucking noises that the music thankfully hid from the rest of the club until Hubby pulled my head up. My face dripped with saliva, and black tears from my makeup ran down my cheeks.
“It’s time; let me breed you, baby.” He said, and thank god since my thighs were soaked, and I desperately needed the release.
“I’m all yours, daddy, forever and always,” I replied before standing up and straddling him.
My pussy had zero resistance when he went to enter me, and almost instantly, my lower lips were kissing the base of his shaft. Grinding, bouncing, squeezing, and doing everything in between while still making out. I wanted his cummies, and he was getting desperate to give them to me. Kissing him on the neck while his hands squeezed my ass and teased my plug, we were both quickly reaching our breaking point as we looked into each other’s eyes.
“Happy birthday, daddy.” It was the last thing I managed to say until we both came together, and my orgasmic waves were pushed aside as I felt him unload into me.
We stayed like that for a few minutes until I had enough strength to lift myself off him. Then as soon as the seal between his cock and my pussy broke and I immediately started leaking out all his cum, that it was almost like the aftermath of playing with a squirting dildo. The clean-up was just such a mess, but we managed, and then some casual fun began. While cleaning myself up, I told the other girls that it was his birthday and hoped they could make it special for him. Needless to say, I didn’t serve any more drinks that night as I cuddled up next to Hubby in the private area, as girls gave him and occasionally me lap dances. Then I’d help relieve him of any erections he got. It was just an all-around good time, but him and I weren’t done. Leaving around midnight, he told me to leave my car at the club and to go with him, which wouldn’t be the first time.
From there, we drove out to a lookout in the city, and the stars were surprisingly noticeable. I only know that since Hubby gave me a refill since it was now after midnight and his actual birthday. He laid me down on the hood of his, but technically our Dodge challenger. Although this time, I actually had a pair of underwear on hand, so there wasn’t much of a mess on the leather seats when we got home.
That took the plan B I had gotten earlier in the week and fought the side effects that lasted a couple of days. NV was a big help with that, and I made sure to pay her back. Now, as I finish writing this, I’m in the back seat of our Jeep, aka what we call my car, while NV and Hubby sit up front. NV’s currently bent over the centre console, prepping Hubby for what’ll be our first turn-off to kick off the fun that we have in store for him this weekend.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/vpz7ie/mf_unprotected_fun_at_the_strip_club
I miss the strip club. Hot story!