Kelly and I laid on my bed, refueling with gatorade, watching The Office for the millionth time. We both laughed hysterically at the Scott’s Tots episode—the moment the camera pans to Michael’s face after the students sing him a personal song about making dreams come true—we were in tears. It was so good. The episode was good, sharing a favorite show together was good and just being able to laugh without the stress of cheating or the pandemic on our minds felt amazing. We started talking about what our favorite episodes of the show were and she said she liked the episode where they hired the stripper back to the office to hand out the rabies check. “Yeah that one was funny. That chick that played the stripper was hot.” I added. Kelly sat up in bed and gave me a look like she was up to something. “What?” I asked, not sure if she was just ready for round two or if my comment about the hot stripper had her upset, which would be really dumb. “You just gave me a really fun idea,” she lept off the bed and disappeared down the hall.
“I assume you’re coming back?” I called after her but she didn’t respond. A minute later she reappeared in the doorway of my room, wearing a skin tight black mini dress with a slit up one leg that went high enough to expose her panties. It had a low v-neck which was covered with a lace turtleneck overlay so I could see her cleavage but only through the sheer lace. It hugged every bit of her body tightly, like second skin, and she looked phenomenal. She was wearing thigh high fishnet nylons that were hooked to a garter belt, which I could see poking out from the bottom of her dress. I looked at her feet and she had on black high heels. I didn’t know much about women’s shoes but these had a really long, skinny high heel and the front were clear, like the real strippers wore. This may have been her attempt to look like a stripper but all I could think was how fucking hot she looked.
“Oh fuck yeah,” I sat up in bed, nodding my head wilding at the outfit. “You look so hot, what’s that outfit for?” She walked to my desk and drug my office chair to the center of my room. “It’s a mix of Halloween costumes and lingerie but right now? It’s for you to look at, not to touch.” She had an evil smile on her face and she thumbed through the music on her phone, settling on a trap station. “We’re going to smoke some weed and then this room is going to be your personal strip club.” Oh fuck yeah. This chick—she just kept surprising me. I was excited to be with someone exciting. Nicole didn’t even change clothes in front of me and she insisted on having sex in the dark. One time when she was drunk we did it with the lights on and she started crying after. It was so nice to be with Kelly—she loved herself and it made us both at ease.
I packed us a few bowls and we smoked them until we were floating in the sky. She turned my lights down—this was about the only time I’d ever used my dimmer switch and now I wanted to start calling it the stripper switch. “Sit in the chair and put your hands on the arm rest,” she commanded. I did what I was told and settled back into my office chair. A couple of weeks ago I had only ever sat in this chair to surf the internet or jerk off in front of my computer and now it was being used for a lap dance. Started from the bottom now I’m here!
She turned the music up a bit and slowly began rolling her hips. She danced erotically, letting her own hands feel her breasts and slide down her stomach, ending on her hips which traced an invisible figure eight as she moved. She reached up the front of her dress and pulled her panties down, they dropped to the floor and she kicked them at me, landing in my face. The smell of her crotch send a wave of excitement throughout my body. She turned around and bent all the way down, grabbing her ankles and looking back at me from behind her leg. Her dress was so short that her entire ass and pussy were exposed—glistening even in the dim room light. I watched her shake her ass, her plumpness giggling up and down, hypnotizing me. She turned around and pulled her dress of over her head, exposing her bare c-cup breasts, which she promptly grabbed and squeezed tightly as she moaned.
“Do you like what you see, sir?” she asked, letting go of her tits and moving her hands to her crotch. She pushed both hands down onto her mound and in-between her legs. “Dancing for you makes me wet, baby,” she cooed, pulling her hands out from her thighs and showing me the wetness on her fingers. “Do you see?” she stepped closer to me and pressed one finger deep into my mouth. I felt my cock twitch. “Can you taste how you make me feel?” she said, pushing another finger in my mouth, across my tongue. I shook my head yes.
She climbed up onto my lap and proceeded to grind me with the beat of the music, up and down, rolling circles on my dick with her crotch. I reached up to cup her tits with my palms. “Just look, no touching sir,” she scolded me and pinned my wrists to the chair with her hands. She continued to dance in my lap, her bare vagina grazing my pants with each dip of her hips. She could feel my member growing up against her and she lifted up on me, pressing one of her breasts in my mouth. “Suck my titty, sir, I can feel that you want to.” Her skin tasted like peaches and sweat—her breast filled my mouth and I moaned gently, getting her nipple rock hard. I felt her release my wrist and reach down and within a moment my cock was sprung free from my pants. She began grinding my cock, using it as a fleshy vibrator against her clit. I could feel her wetness smear onto me, lubing me up and making the grinding motion more intense.
“Do you like lap dances, baby?” she cooed into my ear, then traced my ear lobe with her tongue. “I like them,” I stammered, as if it were a real lap dance from a stranger in a club. My heart was racing and I was getting more and more excited by the moment. “If I keep rubbing my cunt on your cock are you going to cum for me like a good little dirty boy?” she arched her back and began rubbing her wet gap against me with more force and speed now, my cock growing harder and longer, pushing up into her vagina slightly. “Are you trying to fuck me, baby?” she could feel my cock trying to push into her hole as she writhed in my lap. A few more thrusts and I felt myself reaching orgasm. As fast as I could I grabbed her hips and pushed her down onto my cock, as hard as I could. She howled, the feeling of my cock entering her was a good surprise, I could tell. I came hard, filling her tight wet cunt with my massive load, pushing her hips down on my dick farther with each stream that I shot. When I was done she kissed me deeply then said, “busting a nut will cost you extra.”
“What if I don’t have any money?,” I was still pretending to be a creep in a night club. “How about I repay the favor instead?” She smirked. “That’s even better.” Ah, another long night ahead of us. Shelter in place wasn’t that bad so far.
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