*This is not a recent story.*
Once upon a time, I started dating Christine.
You remember Christine, don’t you? The girl I [hooked up with and was interrupted by her parents](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tskjv4/fm_her_parents_came_home_early/)? And then [we fucked in the back of her car in the middle of a park](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ttrswz/fm_her_parents_came_home_early_so_we_went_for_a/)? Well, we’d gotten together a couple times after that. At first, I was really hesitant to start anything serious: even though the sex was A++, I was planning on moving to Japan at the end of the summer. But then I got an internship in my dream field, which means I wasn’t moving to a different continent, which means that I could pursue a relationship with Christine.
Don’t worry, I made it to Japan eventually. I have stories about that, too.
Anyways, we were still long distance, although we made sure to schedule in a couple weekends a month where we could get together. The school year had started at this point, which meant Christine moved back to her student apartment, which made everything so much easier.
And being long distance wasn’t the worst! Sure, it wasn’t great, but it also meant that when we did see each other, we fucked HARD and made attempts to make those visits special.
This is the story of one time she made the trip extra worth it and cool. It started with the buildup. Weeks in advance. I would be getting texts like “I can’t WAIT to show you what I have planned,” and “You won’t be able to handle yourself.” I asked her for a hint – any hint! – and all she sent me in reply was a closeup picture of a black lacy thing.
So, I was excited.
She picked me up at the bus stop and we got back to her place. Her roommates laughed at us as she grabbed my hand and led me straight into her bedroom.
(By this point, her roommates were well aware of how my visits went down.)
Her room was dark and she had a stool set up in the middle of it. A … a stool? What? She dumped my bag in the corner and told me to sit down. So I did. “Here are the rules,” she said. “You are not allowed to touch me until I say you can. You are going to sit there and be a polite little boyfriend and do as you’re told, or you won’t get to fuck me all weekend. Deal?”
I knew she was bluffing – she needed my cock just as much as I needed her pussy. But still, I nodded, my mouth suddenly a bit dry with excitement.
She nodded at me. “Good boy,” she said. She was still wearing her long coat from outside and at long last she opened it up. Underneath was a lacy, strappy lingerie number. Her tits – C-cups, perky, wonderful – generally didn’t need any help but damn did they look good in her bra. She took off her skirt too, and underneath was the matching set: a lacy thong that strapped down into stockings (I had noticed the stockings when she picked me up from the bus).
She reached under her bed and pulled out what can only be described as “Stripper heels”. I’m not sure how tall they were, but they were tall enough to have her tower over my sitting self.
I mean, “tower” is still a generous word. The heels were huge but she was still only 5’0” to begin with.
She straddled me, coming to sit on my lap and she smirked as she felt me getting hard already. She looped her hands around my shoulders and kissed me.
My hands sat at the sides of the stool, clenched. It was the only thing I could do to stop myself from grabbing her ass.
She pulled away and nodded in satisfaction. Then, looking right in my eyes (I still remember the delicate green-blue of her eyes), she said “Alexa, I want to blow my boyfriend’s mind.”
Now, history lesson for you folks. Believe it or not there was a time before everything in your home was automated. You used to have to actually turn off your lights by hand, or get your phone out to skip to the next song. This particular event came very shortly after the Alexa had just been released, and while some of my tech savvy buddies knew about it, I had not paid too much attention. I still don’t know how she’d heard of it – but I was so glad that she did.
But even if this happened today, I still would not have expected what happened next. First, the lights dimmed and then changed colour, painting the entire room with a deep red light. Second, I heard a little beep? From her desk and some bass-heavy music started playing.
I remember the song. The Hills by the Weeknd. Holy smokes, what a song.
Christine started gyrating herself on my lap, rubbing herself against me. “No touching,” she reminded me with a whisper, as she moved down and bit my neck.
She got off me and slowly walked around the stool, letting me get a good eyeful of all the treats she was wearing. The red light stained her skin making her feel like an alien, something different from the girl I was dating. Something almost unfuckable and unattainable.
Almost.
She bent down in front of me and slowly waved her ass in my face. Christine had a pretty great ass, but it looked more than pretty great in the thong she was wearing. It left so little to the imagination I could picture myself reaching forward to grab it and –
How easy would it be to reach out and smack that ass right now? I wondered. And what could she do, anyways?
“Take off your shirt.” Her command stopped me from disobeying her earlier instructions. When the shirt came off she was on top of me again, kissing slowly down my chest until she got between my legs. Kneeling down, she unbuttoned my pants and pulled them off. “Remember, no touching,” she said. And then she took me in her mouth.
Her tongue felt incredible. Her mouth felt incredible. She moved slowly up and down my cock, licking and sucking and paying particular care to the head. All the while, she stared up at me and kept perfect eye contact. The bass of the song played in the background. My locked my hands behind me because if I didn’t they were absolutely going to be touching, grabbing, and smacking everything I could.
I felt the pressure building inside of me. I was letting out appreciative groans of pleasure. I couldn’t help it.
I didn’t dare ask for permission. I came in her throat. She gurgled a bit as my cum unexpectedly gushed into her mouth, but then she pulled away and swallowed my seed, a line of saliva linking her lips and my cock.
She looked at me mischievously. I shrugged apologetically back, as if to say *you didn’t say that I couldn’t.*
She grinned back at me. And when I recovered a bit later I paid her back for the incredible show she’d given me.
All of her lingerie stayed on, of course. I had to appreciate the effort that she put into her outfit, right?
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/tvgm81/mf_she_turned_her_room_into_a_strip_club