This is another true story, as best as I can remember.
I am not delusional enough to think anybody reading this has read anything else I’ve posted, or knows anything about me. So, briefly, before I got married and fell into a dead bedroom, I had a pretty strong dom side, which I learned about in my early 20’s. I’m not into that alpha male bullshit, but when I found a woman who was like minded and able bodied, it was a role I was quite comfortable with. And somehow, I was fortunate to have encountered a few. There was the employee who worked for me at the financial firm, the neighbors “girlfriend” and I’ll never forget a second I had with the single mom whose son I worked with at the boys club. In the right situation with the right enthusiastic partner, I am a throat-grabbing, ass-slapping, throw-her around-the-room and use every part of her on every piece of furniture in sight kind of guy.
But this time, friends, I was FROZEN for most of it, and when I wasn’t, I just went into auto-pilot mode. So here we go.
A girl I was dating my first year in college, who attended the neighboring all girls Catholic school, was a bit of a wild child. Maybe because she was finally freed from the constraints her family put on her, I don’t really know. I’m not a psychologist (but I’m pretty sure most of us here are kind of messed up and could use one). So anyway…
She was way out of my league – gorgeous, smart, funny and every time we went somewhere, I could see eyes all over her. I assumed that she was used to California big money pretty boys…and my boots, jeans and tee shirt style was a novelty. I don’t know if that was it, but fuck if I’m just grateful that she felt that way.
Casey had that typical “California girl” look. She was tall, maybe 5’8″ with blondish reddish hair that reached the middle of her back. Her eyes were ice blue, and she had freckles that you only noticed in the summer, and just across the bridge of her nose. She was lean but had muscular legs thanks to 4 years of high school field hockey and swimming. And me? Do you really care? Probably not but this is my thing so I’ll write what I want. I was (am) 5’11” and just under 200 lbs, fairly athletic from playing football and (kind of) running track. Darkish skin and hair, hazel eyes, and typical Italian meaty, stubby hands. Okay, enough of that.
On my birthday that year, she decided to give me something special. She said that no matter what happened to us (I didn’t like the sound of that AT ALL), she wanted me to remember that day (I fucking LOVED the sound of that BRING IT). So we headed downtown, and my night started out with some rather enthusiastic road head. But she wouldn’t let me touch her and refused my requests to get a finger wet and let me taste it while I drove. But damn I love when a woman does that.
She directed me to a fairly seedy gentleman’s club, in an area that was a little on the rough side. We walked in and of course, ALL eyes were on her, even the strippers. We found some open seats at the corner of the rectangular bar, giving us a great view of the stage and the pole that rose from the floor into the ceiling. The smoke and flashing lights had my head spinning, but I was psyched as hell to be there with her.
It didn’t take long for them to make their way down the stage to our stools, one after another, and we each gave them a tip in exchange for a little close up view of their naked bodies. Back then, you younger folks should know, we didn’t have much internet access, and these places were fully nude even if they served alcohol. So seeing a live boob meant having a girlfriend or going to a bar like this. So anyway, after several drinks and Casey dropping more cash than I could earn in a month, she pulled one particularly attractive woman to the side and handed her some money and whispered in her ear (as much as you can whisper over the boombing “Baby’s Got Back” strip club anthem). The woman, whose body was tight all over, busty, had brown hair and green eyes looked at me, then back and Casey and smiled, nodding, taking the money and throwing it just at the base of the pole.
She walked over to me, flipping her hair and dancing, still wearing what I would best call a red two piece micro-kini, extended a hand and guided me up on the stage over to the pole. She danced all around me, to what I have no recollection. Her body grinded against mine, and I was FROZEN. She had some kind of glitter in her body lotion and smelled of lavender and some kind of citrus. All I could do was look into her eyes whenever she faced me. She somehow put her leg up on my shoulder and banged her crotch into mine then dropped her leg spun around and backed her ass up. Fuck she was hot. She ground her ass against my cock, which by now was throbbing inside my jeans. I looked over at Casey who was screaming and clapping, her face lit up and eyes wide. The dancer obviously felt my erection and pushed against it harder then reached between her legs and grabbed it. HOLY SHIT.
She squeezed it HARD then turned around and faced me, putting her lips just next to mine. Again, all I could do was stare into her eyes, expressionless. She dropped to her knees without any kind of warning and pulled my zipper down. Um, what? Casey was still laughing and clapping, until the dancer took out my cock, at which point her laugh turned into a devious smile highlighted by a quick twitch of her eyebrow.
The dancer took me into her mouth, fully, until I could feel my head pressing up against the back of her throat. She pulled her head back… slowly…looking up at me the whole time, then closed her eyes and took me all the way in again, grabbing my hips and pulling me as deep as she could. FUCK ARE YOU KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW? There’s like 25 dudes sitting around a bar watching me, regular old me – the guy who somehow came into the club with Ms California – getting head. On fucking stage.
FUCK. And Casey was INTO IT.
The dancer sucked on me like this for a few more seconds, looking at Casey periodically (which was insanely hot) then stood back up, and turned around, bending over to put her ass up against my cock. This time she reached between her legs, moved her thong to the side, grabbed me at the base of the shaft, pulled me to her, and rubbed it on her pussy, which to my surprise was soaking wet. Pretty sure at one point she backed up enough to have the tip inside her pussy, but it all happened so fast I couldn’t be sure.
Just after that the song ended, and my dancer led me back to my seat, then Casey handed her more cash and she pointed us to the lap dance room… and that’s when things got even hotter….
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/obj26t/true_story_of_the_best_gentlemans_club_birthday
I just might be your biggest fan. Love your writing.
Can’t wait to read what else Casey had in store.
hot story and bet that she did you good
This is very hot. I could totally see myself being as enthusiastic as Casey ?.