Back again with another story. I’ve got more, so I suppose I’ll keep sharing because it’s fun to relive these memories. So this happened five years ago when I was 26.
I was a first year attorney at my old firm and was good friends with a paralegal about my age. The firm was going through some tough times and he was getting laid off. On his last day, he told me he needed to blow off some steam and he invited me to grab a drink with him and two of his other friends. I agree, so we go out to a nearby bar in the city and meet up with his buddies. After a few rounds, we not entirely soberly (I’m a relative light weight with alcohol) decide to go to a strip club.
When we get there, there aren’t a ton of people in the club and so we get a lot of attention. I pay for lap dances for my newly unemployed friend and we’re having a good time. I refuse a couple overtures but accept lap dances from a smoking hot blonde and a fit and sexy black chick. During these dances, I can already tell these girls are a lot more raunchy then I’m used to…I had been to this same establishment in Vegas a couple times, and it was fun but much less handsy. Unlike in Vegas, this location has the option of full nude, and these strippers weren’t shy about getting physical with you.
After the two dances I get back and I see a gorgeous Asian stripper talking to my friend’s other two buddies. She’s looks like she’s in her early 30s, extremely fit with toned thighs and big fake tits. She kinda reminded me of a younger version of the porn star Kianna Dior. I take a seat next to her as she’s talking to my friends and she sees me and says: “I’ve been asking these guys if they’ve ever went Asian, but I know you have.”
For background, I’m Asian, so I guess she was making the (correct) assumption that I’ve slept with Asian women. I responded: “Now why would you assume that?” She quickly got closer to me and said: “Am I wrong?” I smiled: “Nah, you aren’t.” She quickly followed: “Want to be with another?”
I thought, what the hell. She’s hot as hell, I’ll get a third dance. I say sure and she leads me by the hand to the back. I tell her I want a full nude dance and instantly she’s all over me. She says I’m cute (something all strippers say, lol) and she’s grinding on me and telling me to grab her tits. Her tits are massive, and even though they’re fake, they aren’t overly firm like other fake ones I’ve felt. Props to the surgeon. Then, things start to get interesting. She pulls my shirt up and feels my abs and then starts to unbuckle my belt. She pulls my belt off and tosses it aside. I’m kinda taken aback but obviously not mad about it. She says if we go to the private room for $300 bucks she’ll make it worth my while. I tell her I’ve been there before in Vegas and it’s not my thing. This is when I knew she was serious — she literally grabbed by hard dick through my pants and leaned in and “whispered” over the music: “If we go to the private room, I’m going to empty your balls.”
I thought, well fuck, I’ve done stupider things, might as well. So I agree and she leads me to a private room. It’s literally just like a dark small booth-like room along the side of the club. It’s basically empty except for a small end table with a tissue box and hand sanitizer on top of it. From the looks of it, I kinda know where this is going.
She instantly gets naked again and has me sit down on the chair in the room. She pulls my pants and boxers down to my ankles and strokes my bare dick with her hands so I get hard. She then spits on her hand and starts to stroke my shaft. She says I have really nice dick (it’s only 6.2 inches, but it’s not an ugly dick if I say so myself) and tells me to warn her before I cum. I tell her, it’ll probably take a while. She kinda looks up at me with a mischievous smile and says “oh, in that case…” and she reaches into a drawer in the end table and pulls out a condom. I’m thinking wtf for a lot of reasons (like does this happen enough that they have condoms in these rooms??), but I’m so down to fuck so I stop thinking.
She didn’t even ask if I wanted it. She slipped the condom on and basically hopped on. I was positioned on the edge of the seat and she was basically riding me, with her ass facing me. She had an incredible ass, not too big but super toned and shapely. I’m squeezing her ass but still not quite believing that a stripper is riding my dick at a strip club. I’m not used to fucking with condoms so it takes me a while to cum with them — so after maybe a few minutes (I think maybe something like 2 songs), she got tired and got off. She pulled the condom off and just straight up started blowing me. She was alternating between taking all of me down her throat and then jerking my shaft. I have a thing for a nice manicure, and I distinctly remember her french tipped nails stroking my dick. I can’t hold back any longer and I tell her I’m going to cum. She quickly grabs a few tissues and then strokes me off into it. She then wipes her hands off and then uses the hand sanitizer.
I pull my pants up and we walk outside together. I pay for the “dance” on my credit card.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/k7ze0v/that_time_i_31m_got_off_at_the_strip_club_mf