I thought the stripper was my GF! [MF]

This is a long story about how I was lucky enough to get picked up by a stripper who I mistook as the my ex who dumped me. It is one of those sexy first night hookup stories with some light kinky sex, creampies, and shotty writing.

You can skip down to the SEXY PART if you’re not into backstory.

Oh and yes I am very aware of the apparent self gratulation present in this story. I wrote it when I was really horny, and apparently really lame. I’ve tried to fix it up a bit, but feel free to blow the lame alarm, but it is actually true story.

———-THE BEGINNING———

I had moved to Florida for a killer job. Problem was that my girlfriend didn’t feel the same way, and she broke up with me and moved home. I was really bummed about this… she was the trifecta: incredibly fun and chill personality, a gorgeous 5’11” model with a perfect ass and legs combo, and finally she was the only woman who could keep with me in the bed. I’m a big guy at 6’3″ 225 and an 8.5″ x 6″ lowboy, and pretty good stamina. Despite having a tiny body, she could take my cock and give it back, milling my cock over and over again making my head spin. Every morning I’d waking her up by ramming my cock inside her and feel her pussy contract around me until she got in all fours so I could admire her perfect backside before sitting on my cock and going balls deep in her now permanently gaping asshole. And the kicker, she’d sometimes surprise me and bring home another girl or guy for a funsome threesome.
So yeah…pretty bummed. It’s not like girls like this grow on trees and it’s not like I’m mister super sexy Rico Suave. Honestly, I’ve got a big dick and pretty funny, but the seductor I am not.
People would bug me to go out and I always came up with some excuse. Most people let me do my thing but this one creepy guy bugged me every day to go out with him. He had been a radio DJ in a previous life and had gotten a job at my firm because of his now ex girlfriend. What a piece of work! He’d always be complaining to me that his gf was definitely cheating on him, and she was, with my other friend in the office, so I’d listen to all of his paranoia as a source of daily amusement. Unfortunately, he took that for being bff and was always on my ass about going out and getting laid together after his gf finally dumped him.
Anyway back to the story. He tells me he’s met a girl and he wants me to go out with him to meet her. I finally agree. I mean damn, this gift was already back in the saddle after a really bad breakup and it’d been my longest dry spell since my bar mitzvah. I ask him where to meet them, and I laugh out loud. “The strip club? Really?”

“Yeah man! I met her there and I’ve taken her out a few times. It’s nothing serious, just a kick-start to get back in there game”

“Classy…”

So I’m pulling up to the strip club with serious excitement. I knew this was going to be an interesting fucking night, and I had so many questions for the happy couple.

I meet my coworker outside and we enter the strip club after making the obligatory $10. I guess he’s not serious enough with her yet to get the family discount. It’s your typical non Vegas strip club. There pole platforms, bars, private rooms and guys that make you feel better about yourself.

He points out the little lady performing on a side stage, and I had to admit she looked more normal cute than I hoped for, though she was taller I think. I’m not sure because to much glitter will distort height proportion for me.

However, I don’t think about it long because I’m completely distracted by the stripper on center stage. At first glance I thought it was my ex. Same long blonde hair with a toned but skinny flat chested body and a perfect ass. I quickly realized that it can’t be her because this girl is way shorter, around 5 ft. She twists around and catches me starting at her intently and she smiles. “Well shit, she’s coming for my payday”.

Sure enough I’m sitting with my coworker and his stripper love. A couple shots and cocktails deep and I’m asking them if they’d decided on a DJ or a band at the reception (pretty sure he’s not asking me out again) when I feel a little hand squeeze my shoulder and mini-ex drapes herself over my lap with a dramatic “hey baby”. We exchange some banter, and she begins the pitch for the private room. She tries to entice with a teasing wiggle in my lap but her ass cheeks make contact with my semi. Her expression changes a little too sure some surprise and I can’t resist my amusement. “Sure, it sounds like big fun!”

I pay the $20 and we go in the back room where she proceeds to strip into her panties and give me a decent show. All I can think about is how tiny she is and what she would look like with my cock buried in her pussy. She must be thinking the same thing because she mounts my lap and is grinding here little twat up and down tent in pitching in my jeans. I decide to test the waters and I grab her waist and pull her straight down on my prick. I start massaging her ass cheeks like I used to do to my ex, and she is about to do the procedural “that’s too far” but asks instead if I’d like to do something some time. I suggest after she gets off work. She doesn’t say anything but pushes my hands of and tells me the songs over and asks if I want another. I say no, and when she asks if I’m sure I cleverly respond “you know what I want”.

Following this is the awkward ritual of getting myself out if the chair and my hardon tucked away. As we are walking out she grabs a pen and napkin and jots her number down quickly before anyone can notice. “I get off in an hour”

Game on.

I finish a couple more drinks and enjoy the anticipation and hilarity org my co-worker’s situation which had somehow led to a fight between him and his furry heel-booted lover. I shoot a quick text to stripper-ex that says “it’s me…I enjoyed the dance”, 60% sure that I’ll get a “whose this?” Or most likely never hear from her again. A little over an hour later she calls me.

“Hey. I’m heading home want to meet me in 30minutes”

“yes”

“okay. You’re not a murderer are you”

“Close but no”

(Laugh) “okay I’ll text you my address. We are just hanging out. Nothing else”

“Sure”

I arrive at her apartment building and she greets me in a pair of pink juicy sweatpants and those wife beaters made for girls. She looked sexier somehow destripperfied.

We chat a little before we make it to her unit, and when I entered all I could think was “holy fucking Hello Kitty”!! There were more hello kitty things thank I’ve ever seen. All the artwork and bedsheets, Hello Kitty! A little (a lot) creepy but nothing to stop me now. We sit down on her couch (Hello Kitty throw pillows) and asks if I want to watch a movie. I say sure and it ends up being the curious Case of Benjamin Button. This becomes distracting, because I actually wanted to see this movie. So I get comfortable with her snuggled up against me and really take interest in the movie. This is obviously not what she’s used to, and starts talking to me about how she “never does this”. I sarcastically reply, “Sure…Never!” She hits me and says stop it she’s serious. That she was in a relationship with a guy for years and the recently broke up, because he’s a big drug addict. I ask how it feels so far. She replies “so far so good”.

>>>> THE SEXY PART

With that I go in for the kill and pull her head into mine as I start kissing her. We start heavily making out and she repositions to straddle me on the couch. She suddenly breaks off “We’re not having sex tonight”.

“Okay”

“How big is your dick? It feels big”

“I’ll slow you if you take off those sweats” she agrees and we stand-up and both strip off our pants and underwear.

“Oh my God! You have a big dick! Thank God you have a big dick!”

“Do you only like big dicks?”

She’s running hands up and down my shaft. Not stroking as much as just feeling it. “I’ve never had a big dick. my ex was small. So small I couldn’t cum unless I used my vibrator”

“Nice” (I can be so articulate)

We go back to making out and I’m sitting down again with her in my lap. I’m having a good time squeezing massaging and playing with her firm little ass. I haven’t touched her pussy, when she suddenly lifts up and lowers herself on my cock.

“I thought you said no sex?”

“I can’t help it I want to feel what your big dick feels like inside me”

Well twist my arm…I guess why not

Her pussy is so wet. I can feel how wet she was on my head. I grab her hips and pull her down.

“Holy Shit!” Was the mutual feeling here. You could tell that we had both been going without sex for a long while, and with that first penetration we realize just how much we had missed it. We take this long second just to savor it and talk about how good it feels before she starts riding me. She’s basically giving me a lap dance but without the clothes and the fancy lean backwards move.

At this point I’m getting greedy and I want her to to go balls deep. I lift her up and ram her back down, and repeat. However every time I pull her down something sharp hits the tip of my cockhead.

“Is there something in you? It feels like I’m hitting something”

“(Gasping moan) I think that’s my IUD!”

I don’t think that’s how they work…but ok

I stand up and lift her by her ass cheeks, throwing up and down as easily as rag doll on my cock. She’s loosened up enough for my cock to slide out without a struggle, but she keeps cumming, and Everytime she does her pussy clamps down on my cock so hard it feels like I’m trying to fuck a closed fist. Finally I feel my cock swelling and I ask her where she wants me to cum.

“Wherever you want!!”

With that I bury my cock to the hilt and I tightly grip her ass into my groin. I feel my cock pumping massive jets of cum into her pussy, eventually leaking out of her pussy into her asshole and down my thighs.

I really hope that IUD is real and I didn’t just dislodge it…would it be rude if I googled it?

She’s gasping and I ask her to point me to her bed room. I carry her, still attached and lady her on the bed with me on top as I start slowly pumping my cock in and out again.

“didn’t you just cum?!”

“Yeah? So?”

“Fuck!!!!!!!”

I’ve got her legs in the air in my shoulders as I go back to brutally pounding away at her cervix.

So by this point I’m feeling really impressed with myself and horny AF so I start getting into a Dom more and talking pretty rough.

“That’s it take all my cock!” I’m going to fuck you all night and going into work with the smell of your pussy all over my cock. Now cum again for me! That’s it! Feel my cock hitting posts of your body that have never been touched! I’m going to fuck you can’t remember how many times you’ve cum!”

“I’ve already lost count!!!”

I grab her thrust with my right hand and squeeze her corrated artery and put pressure down on her wind pipe. Her hands reach out and grab my forearm as I squeeze the life out of her, is never breaking eye contact. I keep thrusting my cock even deeper harder and faster than before and right as she loses consciousness I release and she jolts with a gasp and a scream as she cums so hard she squirts me out of her pussy.

She’s gasping from everything now and in a daze as I roll her over and position her on all fours.
It’s not until she feels my tongue probing her asshole that she moves. I couldn’t help it, looking at her little firm ass and her tight little asshole that had just the slightest hint that denies she is no ass virgin but not week used. She whimpers as I flick my tribute in and out of her rectum, maybe enjoying but obviously scared for what’s in her mind.

“I can’t take you in my ass tonight! Please”

I figured that would be the case, but you can’t hurt to ask. Her pussy was more than fantastic, one those simps from Central casting with an erect pink clit just sticking out. It was gaping a little now and I could see my handywork leaking in the sheets.

Every time thrust in her I made sure it was deep enough and hard enough to make her make this really satisfying moan/squeel. It made last even longer, though when I would pull back her shoulders and pull her head up by her hair as I pumped another load of cum into her then return to piston fucking her. Her ass was red from me slapping it and her asshole was gaping from me forcing my thumb into her but so I could feel my cock stretching her pussy. She had finally list track of how many times she had cum and was begging me to stop.

“Please! Can’t take any more”

“what are you talking about?! We just started?!”

“Just started!? I you’ve broken me! Please! I can’t fuck anymore tonight!”
.
“Tell me you love my cock and I’ll stop”

“I love your cock!!”

“Tell me it’s the best you’ve ever had and you’re my little cum slut!”

“I’m your slut! You’re the best I’ve ever had!!!” (Close enough)

“Beg me to cum inside you!”

“PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME! Fill me up!!”

With that I thrusted so hard Ipractically punched her womb with my cock and flooded her broken little body with a final torrent of cum

I left my cock planted in her until every drop was out.

The next morning I woke up spooning her, I tried to work my morning wood back into her pussy. She winced and struggled so much however, I finished with jerking off my cock with the top in her ass.

She could barely walk when she walked me to the door. Her legs and ass, along with her Hello Kitty sheets, were called in cum that had started to crust.

I asked her if she was okay, and she shoots back

“No!!! I think you just broke me and I have to work tomorrow?”

That Monday at work, my coworker confronts me.

“What did you do to her? She called out from the club! She says that you broke her?”

How do you know the internal politics of a local strip club…

“I don’t know man I was just trying to have a good time”.

My stripper friend and I had a lot of fun over the next few months. Great rebound.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/a0lysh/i_thought_the_stripper_was_my_gf_mf