This story is from a few years ago, when real life interactions were permitted. Also, I live in Canada, the drinking age in my province is 19, and I was 20 at the time.
Backstory: One of my good friends Tracey is a stripper. I met her in university, she was a few years older than I was, and I was so fascinated with her confidence and her line of work. I wasnt a virgin, but I was inexperienced, and she was everything I wanted to be. She kind of adopted me as her little sister, and started inviting me to the club with her once a week, “just to watch”. It was a small place, and it felt like a family owned business. Spoiler – I never became a stripper. Her friends at the club saw me as a protege to “corrupt”, so they let me hang out at the bar and snuck me free drinks, or backstage with the other dancers. Was it weird being a girl hanging out in a strip club? Yes, yes it was. But I’d never been exposed to this kind of lifestyle before – it was exciting, and I loved it.
As I got more comfortable, my wardrobe reflected my newfound confidence. A couple months in and I was showing up in short skirts, low cut tops, and heels. I would sit at the bar and the patrons would flirt with me while ordering drinks. They would want to know why I was there, and once they found out I knew a bunch of the dancers, they were even more interested in getting to know me. The bartender would “shoo them away”, and they would tip her extra to let them hang out by one of the only girls in the place that they could really interact with for free. It was a win-win-win solution.
One of the regulars, Chris, seemed to be more interested in me than the dancers. Looking back, Chris seems like an old (but attractive) creep. But in the moment, Chris was hot. He was probably in his 40s? He would sit beside me at the bar, watching me instead of watching the show. I used to encourage him to go closer to the stage, or to get a private dance, but he was content sitting beside me. I would notice Chris’ pants got a little … fuller … by the end of the night, but I made no comment. After 2 weeks Tracey and the other dancers were encouraging me to hook up with him. I’ve never done anything like that before, and I didn’t have the slightest clue on how to make a move. Lucky for me, I had a little help from the universe.
One night after finals, Tracey and I went out to a local club for a girls night. And what do you know – Chris was there. He bought me a drink, and we ended up dancing together for most of the night. My friend hovered nearby, she didnt let me out of her sight. Just before last call, Chris asked me if I could go back to his place. My mature, adult response? “I have to ask my friend.” Lovely. She said yes, but insisted on coming to check the place out first. So the three of us went to Chris’ place.
I’ll fast forward the boring parts – Tracey checked out the place, handed me condoms, made note of the address, and left. Chris and I drunkenly made out on the couch, my skirt riding up around my waist as he pushed his crotch and his hard cock against my pussy.
Chris got off me and undid his pants, pulling out his cock. He told me that he sometimes jerked off to the thought of me stripping at the club, and wanted to see if it would be as good as he thought. I did the worlds most awkward strip tease, until I was wearing nothing but my lacy thong. Chris invited me to his bedroom, making a comment about how this was the private dance he was most interested in.
Chris told me to lie down on the bed, so I did. Head on the pillow, legs bent and spread wide. I was so wet, my thong was soaked against my warm, throbbing pussy. Chris pulled my thong to the side, and slid one finger inside me. He pulled it out, and tasted me. He moaned, and his cock twitched. He rubbed his tip against my slit, and I reminded him about the existence of condoms. He kind of grunted, but put one on, and then resumed rubbing up against me. He entered me slowly, watching my face the entire time. I was moaning loudly – it had been months since I last had sex, and it was a tight fit, but it felt so good. Chris wasnt able to get all the way inside me on the first try, but a few thrusts and he was in.
Was the sex mind blowing? For my inexperienced pussy, yes. Did I cum? Yes. More than once? Yes. Chris was vocal, which was such a turn on. He kept telling me how good and tight my pussy was, and how he loved fucking pretty young girls. He took control, telling me what to do and how to ride him. And he paid my clit special attention, rubbing gentle circles with his thumb while he fucked me deep with his cock.
Finally, he came, and I felt a gush of something warm inside my pussy. Except, wait, why? I asked Chris to pull out, and we realized the condom had split at some point, and was bunched up around the base of his cock. He had been fucking me raw for God knows how long, and had finished inside me. I felt like I should have been panicking, but I really enjoyed feeling like a slut. Chris liked it too – he gently pushed a finger inside me, forced some cum out, and smeared it all over my pussy. Lucky for us – I was on bc, we were both sti free, and both got tested afterwards to be sure. And since it all checked out, we didnt even use condoms the next time we fucked … but that’s another story ;).
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/my2ju5/fm_creampie_from_strip_club_guy
That was soooo hot!
I don’t buy this one. Seems unlikely that the dancers and management would be ok with you sitting there and giving the patrons reasons to not buying dances.
DAE read this title to the tune of Bill Nye’s theme song
He must’ve known when the condom broke and felt you raw (maybe when he became more vocal) as that was the best case scenario to wear a condom per your wishes and still get to be in you bare. Very hot you loved the creampie and never used condoms again with him! We need to hear your other stories.
Lmao this is exactly why I got fired as a stripper