That other strip club [MF]

I’m going to provide some backstory first but I promise it will lead somewhere! There are three strip clubs in my city and I’ve gone to two of them off and on over the course of about the last 8 years. I did manage to get a stripper’s phone number and dated her for awhile but it turned out she was crazy and luckily I found that out before we did anything sexual. For those unfamiliar with how strip clubs work (at least in my experience), you can normally get private or VIP dances from strippers. Usually you get charged per song or per a block of time and go to either a semi-private booth in a larger room or sometimes get your own private room. Generally the extent of what’s supposed to happen is just some grinding by the stripper, you’re allowed to touch everything except her pussy, and usually she’s required (maybe legally) to keep at least some kind of bottom on such as a g-string.

So aside from the stripper dating period, during all of those visits I had nothing too crazy had happened. I never visited the third club before but had heard things about it that depending on what kind of person you are would either make you want to stay as far away as possible or become a regular. Some stories mentioned things like girls giving blowjobs in the VIP room and it pretty much being a free-for-all in the champagne room. On some level this sounded gross to me thinking about the fact that creepy old men probably go there to get their rocks off but at the same time, having sex with a stripper inside of the club itself was a turn-on for me. After a lot of deliberation and it being a particularly boring day, I decided I’d give it a visit just to see if the stories were true.

After walking in it was obvious that it wasn’t as fancy or nice as the other two clubs in town. It essentially looked like a small bar with the exception of a stage with poles being in the middle of the room. The rest of the room was filled with small tables surrounded in the stereotypical all-black banquet chairs. I ordered myself a drink and sat down away from the stage, but still relatively close. It was not long after they opened for the night and was one of the slower days of the week so no girls were dancing and in fact I didn’t see any for the first 20 minutes I was there. I was determined to stick it out though just to see if the rumors were true. Some decently attractive white strippers walked out from the back but completely ignored me, choosing to sit with some other gentleman that I assumed were regulars at the place. That was fine with me as I wasn’t particularly stricken by either of them.

Eventually a slim black stripper walked out from the back and onto the stage to begin her routine. She had small A cup tits and was wearing a tight fishnet crop top to cover them up. Her ass, however, was incredible given her frame. It wasn’t so large that it looked fake, but it looked too good to be true. I stepped up to the stage and sat down to tip her. I threw a couple ones down onto the stage and she crawled over. She had me stand up and grabbed my hands, placing them onto her small tits, then her bubbly ass, and then surprisingly moved my hand forcefully to her pussy. Keep in mind that in my experience this is off-limits in strip clubs and something that should get you kicked out. The stage was only like 15 feet from the bar so the other employees and bouncer couldn’t be oblivious to this. After giving her a good feel she reached down with one of her hands and gave my cock a good squeeze through my pants (another thing that “shouldn’t” happen in a strip club). I was pretty flustered at this point and went back to my table to sit down.

An older gentleman sat down at the stage and she gave him a similar experience while I waited for her routine to finish. I was a little jealous watching the old dude get the same treatment and was a little worried that she wouldn’t stop by to see me afterwards and instead go sit with some club regular. Luckily, she walked off after the song finished and made her way over to my table, sitting herself down on my lap. We shared some small talk and she told me her name which I can’t remember, probably due to a combination of being in a daze and not understanding her that well. She asked if I would be interested in a dance to which I asked her what options there were since it was my first time there. She went through the options while guiding my hand to her pussy again and squeezing my cock through my pants some more. I decided on the champagne room and after she gave the house their cut, we made our way to the back.

The champagne room sounds like a glamorous term but this one was pretty bland. It was a small rectangular room with a curtain instead of a door leading to it. There were a few bench seats on some of the walls and then a decent reclined chair where the actual dance would take place. I turned to set my personal items down on a table and by the time I had turned back to the chair, she was hunched over it with her panties already removed. I laid myself down on the chair and she immediately leaned down and unzipped my jeans. She climbed up on top of my and began grinding her pussy against my cock, still covered by my boxers. This didn’t last long though before she stood back up and pulled my boxers down, unleashing my throbbing cock. She reached into a little bag she had brought with her and pulled out a condom which is when the reality of the situation hit me and I just kind of went into go-with-the-flow mode. She unfurled the condom down my cock and bent over to engulf it with her mouth. It by itself honestly wasn’t anything spectacular but given the circumstances it definitely wasn’t a bad thing. This didn’t last long before she climbed back onto our chair and positioned her pussy directly over it. It seems like all guys in the stories on this sub are larger than average, but I honestly fall into that category with about 7″ in length and 5.5″ in circumference. This is relevant though because as she began to lower herself onto me we had to take it slow at first so she could get adjusted to my size. After she got accustomed we were off to the races and things became a blur. She began to moan in a way that sounded so sexy while I alternated between squeezed her ass, sucking on her nipples, and lightly kissing her lips. The walls in the champagne room didn’t go all the way to the ceiling so I was worried that she was being too loud and we’d get caught, but given the reputation it was likely just business as usual. I was worried I wouldn’t last long, but we altered between balls-to-the-wall fucking and some slower periods so I could fully enjoy the experience. I don’t know how much time had passed, but she cranked things up a notch again and began ferociously driving her tight pussy down on my cock. I knew I wouldn’t be able to last and she kept pulsing up and down on me as I experienced an incredible orgasm., each pulse milking more and more cum from me.

After a few more thrusts she stopped and nonchalantly stood up. We both got cleaned up and spent the rest of the allotted time talking about nothing in particular. The bouncer knocked on the wall to indicate the session was over and we both made our way out. The experience was surreal for me. It felt incredible one level and disgusting on another so I’m not sure I’ll ever visit again, but I don’t regret having the experience.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/agrsln/that_other_strip_club_mf