A Christmas story from my long time affair with a stripper, stage name Sunny. She was in her 30’s then, nearing the expiration date on her stripping career. She had graduated from college, but never worked except as a stripper. Blond, 5’1″. Enchanting pale blue eyes. Submissive. Tight body . Shaved, sweet pussy. A very sexy, energetic performance every time she was on stage. She was married but bored. Had a few kids. Thinking back, I think she was on the hunt for her next husband, but that thought never crossed my mind back then. I just was in it for the thrills. I was then in my 50’s, grey hair professional. Married, grown kids. Also bored. I’ll admit it—an average cock.
We hit it off in a strip club in the Northeast, nude on stage and private lap dances with bottoms on. While the lap dances were fun, we both needed more. It eventually moved OTC to motels, my house, her house, our cars, my office, parking lots, anywhere we could slip away. She was the most sexually adventurous woman I had ever met. We had a 7 yr affair, now over as she got divorced, and got remarried.
Here is a true Christmas story from about 15 years ago.
Sunny would sext when she was horny at home. A few days before Christmas, she sends me a pic of her wet pussy while I am work. She wants to fool around during the day. Sure!
I tell her to go to my house (its unlocked at the end of a quiet cul-de-sac, long driveway, no one home. wife at work) . and when she gets there, get naked and send me a pic of her under my Christmas tree. I was testing her, but I knew she would obey.
Sure enough, about an hour later she sends me a pic of her lying on the rug in front of my tree, completely naked, pussy glistening. I rush out, saying I’m going home for lunch, only 10 minutes away. (the pic is long deleted, sorry)
When I walk in, my stripper sidepiece is moaning on the floor, pussy dripping. She hardly notices that I am there, as she is lost in her own horniness. Her clothes scattered about. nothing sexy, just jeans, a top , everyday bra and panties, little socks, and sneakers. Stuff a 30″s mom with kids would wear out. I’m still in my jacket and tie, as I drop to the floor. I’m all over her. Kissing her, rubbing her clit, making her lick my fingers, putting a finger or two in her aching pussy. We cant fool around right there in the living room. it is the only room in the house that people can see in to. Has a huge picture window, and a neighbor who can see right in. Can’t use my bed, no time to it clean up thoroughly today before wife gets home. Oh well, off to the kitchen, plenty of windows but woods to the back so very private.
She asks for something to drink. I get her a water bottle out of the fridge. She is a mischievous little slut and spies some cucumbers. I wash one with soap and hot water. She jumps on the counter in anticipation. We are kissing hungrily as I loosen up her tight pussy with my fingers. It’s a big cucumber and I gotta get her loose. I lick and slobber on her sweet pussy to get her wetter. She leans back, resting on her elbows. Sunny moans and asks me to fuck her with the cuke. I slowly guide it in her tight pussy. [good slut that she is she had a C-section to keep her pussy tight]. Inch by inch I pushed it deeper, turning it a little each time. No lie, that cuke was way bigger than my average size cock. It really stretched her open and her clit was swollen. She was leaning back, eyes closed, moaning. As we we’re kissing, I’m pinching her tits [small implants,] an occupational necessity]. She’s grinding on the thick cuke, her juices mixing with my slobber, all dripping on the counter. Breathing more heavily, she arches her back and I fuck her furiously with the cuke, as I suck on her clit. After a few minutes, she tenses up, her eyes roll back in her head, and she cums loudly. Her juices are dripping down her thighs, forming a little puddle on the countertop.
But, the counter is too high to fuck her. And the kitchen is not sturdy enough. I gotta get some relief from my little slut, and now. I order Sunny to get on her knees on the cold tile floor. I sit in a kitchen chair and command her to unbuckle my belt, unbutton my dress pants. I tell her to pull the zipper down with her teeth and my slut complies. I push my pants and shorts down a little to free my cock. She’s a good slut so she knows what to do. I’m pushing her head up and down as she sucks and slurps. She sucks on my balls as I pinch her tits. I cannot take too much more of this. Strippers by and large are excellent at sucking cock. I pull her hair and shove my cock down her throat. I force my cock in deeper until she gags. With my hands on the sides of her head, we quicken the pace. I don’t give her any warning but she knows that I am about to cum when I stiffen my legs. My turn to moan now as I spurt down her throat. As a good slut, she swallows all of it.
I’d love a real fuck for round two, but at my age, that’s gonna take too long. And we both gotta get going. I slap her ass as she scurries back naked to the tree in the living room to get her clothes. I wipe her sweet pussy juice from the counter. I was about to put the cuke down the disposal, when she mischievously says why not put it back in the fridge. OK, sure, why not. I wash it again and put it back in the vegetable bin.
My wife likes to bring a salad to work every day for her lunch, and in the few days before the holiday the cuke slowly disappears, slice by slice. Guess it survived its adventure,, without any noticeable bruising. I had a hard-on every day at lunchtime, knowing my wife was indirectly tasting a stripper’s pussy.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/rrh3qv/a_christmas_present_for_me_50s_from_my_stripper
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