[MF] risky strip club encounter

I have a habit of visiting strip clubs when I am on the road for business trips. I usually go spend $20-$30 at the stage, just passing the time throwing out dollar bills. If one of the dancers is particularly interesting to me, I will try to get a private dance with them after their turn on stage. Most times that ends after a couple songs and some uninspired gyrating in my lap, and I go back to the hotel to jerk off and sleep.

My recent trip was out of the ordinary, and I figured I would share…

Within 20 minutes of arriving, one of the dancers had taken to a seating area for a lap dance. This club had a sort of tier system where you can get one-song “no touching” lap dances out in the main club area for $20, but a half hour topless “limited touching” private session for $200. I sat down and the girl (stage name: Jasmine) peeled off her top and climbed into my lap. She was grinding away and rubbing her big fake tits in my face, so far, so good, but the bouncer was sitting about 10 yards away keeping an eye on the room. Towards the end of the song, Jasmine glanced over her shoulder at the bouncer and saw that he was looking away from our sofa. Without warning, she slid a hand down between us and started grabbing my semi-hard cock through my jeans. I was taken by surprise, given how brazen it was, but then she went back to her normal routine like nothing had happened. It only lasted maybe 10 seconds, but she definitely had my attention for the remainder of the song.

When the song finished, Jasmine gave me a peck on the cheek and asked if I wanted to try a private dance. I said that it sounded like a great idea, so we headed back the the curtained area at the back of the club. We went into our little room, and she closed the curtain. I handed her $200 and sat down on the couch, and she removed everything but a lacy thong. I asked what her ground rules were.

“I like to be touched, but you are not supposed to go too far…” she gestured to her crotch, “I will tell you when to stop.”

I sat back and relaxed. Jasmine straddled me and started grinding on my lap, and she was breathing heavily into my ear. So far, nothing too out of the ordinary. I rubbed my hands over her back, squeezed her ass, then back up her sides to feel her tits. She leaned back and I took the chance to play with her erect nipples. She got a mischievous look in her eye, and put a hand on my chest. As she leaned back towards me to continue grinding, her hand slid down and she began playing with my cock again. This time she didn’t let go, and her right arm stayed between us as she swayed around in front of me. I was getting pretty hard from all the stimulation, and my hands were all over her ass and lower back.

Suddenly, she hopped off of my lap and re-positioned so that she was laying half on the couch, with her ass on my lap. My left hand went to her tits, and she lifted her legs up perpendicular to the ground, right in front of my face. I ran my right hand up and down the backs of her legs, but I specifically avoided touching her pussy, given the ground rules. Every time my hand would get close to her crotch, she would arch her back and twist so that her ass would rise to meet my palm. I wasn’t sure how to interpret her behavior, but I figured her groping me was at least a plausible invitation to go into the gray area.

As my right hand moved down the back of her leg again, I allowed the heel of my hand to graze over the fabric covering her pussy. Jasmine once again raised her hips to meet my hand, and this time let out a heavy sigh. Emboldened, I repeated the move, and this time she really moved into my hand. i felt the heat beneath the thong, and the smooth edge of her labia escaping from the side of the covering. Jasmine had placed her feet on the couch, with her knees bent, trapping my hand under her and up against the junction of her thigh and crotch, my thumb laying right on her partially exposed labia. She started slowly grinding her pussy against my hand, and I increased the pressure back.

After a minute, she pulled herself up and straddled me again, forcing her tits into my face. She whispered, “I know what you want to do. I need a tip, though.” What followed was not my proudest moment, but I croaked out, “How much of a tip?” Without missing a beat, she sat back and looked me dead in the eye. In a low voice she said, “Forty to keep touching. One hundred is better…”

I had a wad of twenties in my front pocket, so I slid my hand in and pulled out some bills. I awkwardly peeled off two, paused, and then three more. I kind of crumpled the bills as I passed the to her, and she very coolly set them on the arm of the couch by her top and purse. I was in a daze and wondering what i had just done. Jasmine adjusted so that she was sitting in my lap, facing me with her legs spread across mine. She tilted her upper body forward to form a sheltered area between us, and grabbed my right hand. She guided it to her crotch, and I began rubbing her pussy through the fabric again.

She began quietly moaning, and reached down to massage my cock again. I could feel the tremendous heat coming from under her thong, so I slid my fingers under the edge of the fabric and let my knuckles graze across her soaking naked pussy. I tried to pull the thong to the side, but the angle of her hips and the tight material didn’t really give much room. I could feel her grool making my hand slick, and her rubbing on my cock was getting pretty intense. Just then I had a great idea. I asked her to lay back down across my lap, figuring that I would have better access to move her thong aside and play with her pussy some more.

As she lay in my lap, I looped a finger under the thong and pulled it down slightly, then moved it to the side. This time it stayed out of the way, and I had clear access to her pussy. As I started sliding a finger into her, the rational part of my brain realized I was finger blasting a stripper in a “private” booth, and that there was almost certainly a camera. I mumbled something about changing my mind and asked her to put her tits back in my face. She scrambled back on top of me and obliged, and reached back down to my cock. At that point, either from over-stimulation or fear, I was no longer very hard. She seemed to get the idea and stopped groping me for the remainder of the dance.

When the half hour was up, she thanked me and asked if I was going to be there for the rest of the night. I said that I had an early meeting and we parted ways. I left the club, nervously looking for the bouncer, and made it back to my hotel shortly after. Overall it was a very hot, intense moment but very likely could have gone horribly wrong in any number of ways. Great memory to jerk off to in retrospect, though! Hoped you enjoyed it, too.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8rhag4/mf_risky_strip_club_encounter