One night after work, I decided to text one of my female coworkers who I knew was bi-sexual and hadn’t been to a strip club yet in her life. Being one to not deny a person life experiences, a “funstigator” if you will, I convinced her to meet me at the club shortly after I got off work. I was excited to see her enjoyment of seeing titillating women gyrating on the poles, hoping it might get her aroused enough to gyrate on my pole; it worked!
I met her in the parking lot, and she was wearing a pair of shorts that barely covered her ass cheeks, a dark black bra-let that put her massive, pale breasts on display, and a see-through white overshirt. The ensemble was fucking amazing, so much that when we approached the front doors, a dude asked what time she went on stage. She coyishly walked by, but I could tell she loved the attention.
Upon entering the club, there were a half-dozen scantily clad women walking around, with two stages of full-nude dancers on display; she was aroused instantly. We got sat at a private table, and right as the drinks showed up, a dancer walked up and propositioned her for a dance. The stripper was extremely cute, short, with black hair and tattoos. Of the girls we had seen, she seemed to be not only the friendliest and most forward, but the most “talented” in the chest and ass department. Within minutes of talking, the two of them ended up in the private room together. I never got the exact details of what went on in the room, but having been in VIP rooms enough times with other girls, I could only imagine how spectacular it must have been for her.
After about an hour of sitting by the stage and 4 rounds of drinks later, we decided the sexual tension had built up enough, as we massaged each other’s thighs underneath the table as we watched each woman tantalize us. She grabbed my hand abruptly and said “let’s get the fuck out of here” as if she was ready to strip me down and fuck me on the table.
Once we got in the car, it only took a few seconds before she unzipped my pants and started sucking on my engorged cock. There was no foreplay, no kissing needed, we were primed to fuck the shit out of each other in the passenger seat of my small car, passers-by be damned. She continued to deep throat the entirety of my cock as the pleasure swelled through my entire body, one hand squarely grasping to get at her ass while the other held her head down as long as she could possibly keep my enlarged member in the back of her throat.
While she was giving me one of the best blow jobs of my life, I was able to get her shorts undone enough to get her tight, wet pussy out for me to finger-fuck her. I loved the way she’d moan and pant while she had my cock in her mouth while I worked on making her cum. I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, and finally, her pussy lips tightened around my fingers and damn near snapped them off; this girl climaxes like a champion.
Once she had recovered from her climax, she wanted my cock inside her, and I was more than happy to oblige. Pulling my work pants the rest of the way down, she straddled onto my cock, opening up the passenger door ever so slightly so she could get a better position. As her wet, hot pussy enveloped my penis, sexual energy shot throughout my entire body. The hours’ worth of visual foreplay had turned us both on incredibly, and we were enjoying every single sensation, every touch of our fingers surged through our bodies, each thrust more arousing than the last. I pulled her bra-let down to suck on her massive, pierced tits while she continued to ride me. It took every ounce of energy not to blow my load immediately inside her, each gyration bringing me closer and closer to cumming. Using my Jedi training, I was able to withstand her initial volley of sexual gyration, but knew it was only a matter of time before unleashing a salvo of hot, gooey man-juice inside of her.
After about another few minutes of her riding my dick as fiercely as she could, I came inside of her, shooting what felt like a dozen streams of cum inside of her tight pussy. I could feel her muscles clinch my cock as I released inside of her, as if to gobble up every drop of cum possible.
The car windows were completely fogged up and we both slumped over in our seats, breathing heavily and exhausted from our vicious fuck fest. Fortunately, we didn’t get caught, or if anyone did see the car shaking, were decent enough human beings to let two people fuck in a car, like the good Lord Jeebus intended.
The next morning, I got in my car, and there was a huge stain in my passenger seat from our love juices mixing together. Until I cleaned it up, each time I got in the car, I was reminded of a night of pure carnal car sex. We went to the strip club another time or two and the night ended up the exact same way, but you know what they say: You always remember your first time!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/72tnaq/strip_club_parking_lot_hookup_mf
How did things end up with you and your co-worker?
How lucky that she brought her strip club sexy outfit to work with her.
Nice work man. Love the planning the warmup amd the hot car playtime. Sometimes a sweaty frantic ride in the car is just what the doctor ordered
The stuff about Jedi training and man juice really threw me off an otherwise hot story lmao