It started as a simple quest. Nothing more than paying a woman to have sex with me because I'd always wanted to find out what that felt like. Though, knowing myself, I should've known it wouldn't be simple at all. For one, I knew it couldn't be any woman. It had to be one that I was attracted to and wouldn't cause me to hate myself in the morning. In the end, I found her. Little did I know that this woman would cause me not only to stop hating myself, but would open doors that I didn't know I had the key to, expressing my passion in ways I never thought myself capable of. Here follows the story.
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These places always look the same. Dark, musty, hazy, and very dimly lit. In the dark, you can dream whatever you want to. That's definitely the goal here, for both entertainer and patron.
I've gotta say, there's always something about the way a stripper looks. No matter what her body is, she is always powdery and scented. It gives the illusion of cleanliness that one can't help to resist. I've only started frequenting these places and always I go for the one that looks the cleanest. I also prefer the ones who look like they've taken care of their bodies. There's definitely something very undeniably sexy about a woman whose weight is evenly distributed. Today, I wanted to do more. While clubs like these aren't here for prostitution, there are rooms in the back that practically beg for it. Rooms where the air is darker and the boundaries even hazier; rooms where I might be able to fuck a woman, if only for tonight. I don't know what it is, but there's something alluring about paying a woman to have sex with you.
It's not as though I'm unattractive. I'm not one of those guys. If I tried hard enough, I could probably have the woman of my dreams. But that's not the point here. It's just something I've always wanted to do. Tonight may finally be the night I experience what that feels like.
For the past couple of nights, I've been getting dances from a petite dancer that was without a doubt the best looking one there. She had brown hair that flowed past her shoulders a bit and pouty lips that framed her beautiful smile. Her breasts were naturally rounded and full, but not overbearing. But that was almost nothing compared to the hips and thighs she possessed. From that alone, you knew she was healthy. Well rounded, yet athletic at the same time. But that wasn't all. Out of all of them, she was always into giving lap dances. While it's unspoken between entertainer and customer, you could tell when a stripper is turned on from giving you a lap dance. She was definitely one that enjoyed her work the most when she gave them. If she could, she would most likely rip your clothes off and fuck you on the stage. She would be that horny most of the time. It was this quality that made me decide to try and get her in the back room. Knowing her, my odds were already pretty good.
'How you doin' tonight, sweetheart?' she asked, always with a smile for me. She knew I preferred her.
'Horny as usual. I'm sure you know that.'
'Really. I couldn't tell,' she said teasingly, brushing her hand on my crotch when she knew no one was looking.
'You available for a room tonight?'
She leaned in close to my ear, her warm breath setting me on the edge of arousal. 'You know I won't fuck you,' she said in a whisper. There was no hiding my intentions from her.
'I know. I still want you to dance for me, though,' I replied, placing my hand on the small of her back and pulling her closer to me when
I
knew no one was looking.
'All right, sweetheart. Let's go,' she said, lacing her hand with mine and leading me to the counter next to the rooms. After a couple minutes to sort out the details, she took my hand again and led me to the room located in the very back.
The room had a rounded bed in the middle, piled on with pillows and velvety soft blankets. Yeah, I thought to myself, like they really don't expect anything to happen in these rooms. She led me to a cushioned chair with a high backing. I felt like a king as she sat me down. She locked the door and slowly walked back to me. Within seconds, she was dancing in front of me.
To start with, she leaned over my chair and brought her beautiful breasts to my face. I inhaled as they lingered for a second. Then she stood and slowly took off her top. Soon, I saw them. Breasts so perfect, I could have held them forever. She let her top fall to the floor and squeezed both her breasts together. Then, she turned around and sat on my lap, laying on me and still squeezing herself. Her hair fell on my face and I closed my eyes to savor the scent of it. I didn't dare move a hand to touch her. Not yet.
She sat up a bit and lifted her hips. Soon, with her buttocks in front of my face, she slid her thong down over her hips. There, I saw a cunt I could've licked in that very moment, despite the fact I'd never done that before. Shaved and beautiful, she sat again, fully naked and me fully aroused, my cock as hard as a rock. She then began gyrating her hips on my lap. She leaned back on my chest for support, letting one of her arms cradle my face, running her fingers through my hair. Her hips moved back and forth on my crotch, nearly making me come right there. I wouldn't let myself. I still had a goal.
She sat up and positioned herself for my favorite move. She placed her hands on arms of the chair and put her legs together. She then gyrated her hips again on my crotch, this time moving them slightly up and down on it. It was then I placed my hands on hers and soon, she got the signal. This was her favorite part. Interlacing her hands in mine, I supported her now as she rubbed my crotch hard and fast. I knew she could hear me moan as this was happening, but I was pretty sure I could hear her moan as well. I imagine the friction did wonders for her clit.
Harder and faster. Up and down. The sensation was incredible, but she stopped. Breathing heavily and laying on me. I could hear her panting and felt her breath on my cheek as she turned to look at me. I looked at her intensely and moved my hands boldly to her pussy lips. She gasped. It was a gamble. This was definitely against club policy, but she didn't stop me. She actually placed one of her hands there along with mine, her other arm cradling my face again. I stroked her down there, all the while hearing her moan. Again, she moved her hips on my lap as I kept stroking and stroking, until finally, I felt her shudder from trying to keep somewhat quiet as she climaxed. Clearly, she didn't want to make it obvious that rules were being broken back here. The energy of it radiated through me as it aroused me even more. Resting on me, she stood and grabbed my hand, lifting me out of the chair to lie me on the bed.
She lifted my shirt as far as it could go and rubbed her hands on my torso. She brought her face to my chest and lightly bit on my nipples. All the while I felt her hot breath on them. Then came the best surprise I had as she straddled me: she brought one hand to my crotch to undo my belt and zipper.
'What the…I thought.'
'Shhh,' she said putting a lone finger to my lips. 'Just lie still for me, handsome.' Pulling my pants down a bit, she placed her hand on my cock, rubbing it up and down a few times. I closed my eyes while moaning and savoring every squeeze. Then, I felt something wet at my tip. She was teasing her cunt with my dick, rubbing the head up and down her pussy lips. I hoped she would drop herself down on it any second now, but she moved down through my legs instead, pulling my pants and boxers to my ankles. She then licked the inside of my calves and then up my thighs until she was back at my cock. Taking it in one hand, she stroked it up and down while she kissed right under the head. The sensation was incredible as her lips wet the underside of my foreskin.
'Don't get many uncut guys in here,' she said while still playing with the length of my shaft.
'Is that a problem?' I asked, not at all wondering if she really believed it was.
'No. I just find uncut guys are more sensitive…' she pulled down my foreskin revealing the pink head of my prick, '…right here.' Her lips enclosed on the tip and slid up and down on the head only, making a very pleasurable suctioning motion. She was right. I did tend to be more sensitive than most cut guys, but her sucking was neither hard nor soft. So I enjoyed every second of it. Seconds soon turned into minutes. And in those minutes, she moved on from the head of my cock to engulf my shaft with her lips, licking and sucking it up and down. She used her other hand to cup and fondle my testicles, even pulling on them gently, which sent a shock through my body when she did. I had to concentrate very hard not to come whenever she did that in tandem with licking me. Even then, she knew when to back off. She was planning on making this last for me and knew exactly how to do that. As the clock hit about half an hour in this room, I started to worry, though.
'Um…' I caught my breath hoarsely trying to find it in me to ask a question, 'won't your people be checking up on us soon?'
She kissed my cockhead. 'Baby, when I lock that door, they know exactly what's going on in here. Why do you think they keep the music so loud anyways?' She took one long sensuous lick on the underside of my dick, which caused me to spurt right then and there. Some of it shot onto my stomach while the rest just spilled over her hand. She kissed my cockhead and lapped some of it up. She even took two of her fingers and brought them to my mouth so that I could taste myself. I couldn't resist tasting as she offered it to me on those fingers of hers. I would've licked and sucked the rest of her right then if she would've let me. She smiled at me devilishly as I finished licking her fingers. But I still couldn't help looking at the door thinking the bouncers would come bursting in at any minute. She sensed this.
