Getting More Than You Asked For

I'm a lot more sexually driven than the majority of my partners that I have been with. Every day I have to get off somehow. It's been like that for years. I used to have zero issues leaving the house late at night and finding what I was looking for. This was one of those nights.

The clock was about to strike midnight and I had taken care of myself no less than four times that day. Being able to mentally wander through such explicit memories is a blessing in that regard, as mental stimulation still gets me harder than anything else ever will. However, I didn't want that. Not tonight. I threw on some clothes and headed for the local strip club.

The chances of getting laid in a strip club are so slim that it's almost non existent. However, if you're smart, you can use the atmosphere to your advantage. I wasn't looking for a dancer that night, but rather a mad girlfriend or jealous spouse. The guy goes off and gets a private dance, while the girl sits at the table fuming with her overpriced beer. If she's mad enough, she will have zero issues with exiting the premises in tow.

However, this wasn't one of those nights either. I get inside, get seated, and get the waitresses attention for a couple of doubles. Had I known then what I know now, I probably wouldn't have hit the bottle as hard as I did, but I digress. It was trash night at the local venue, as most all of the dancers weren't anything you'd be willing to take home to your mother. Same went for the clientele that was on the floor, as window shopping the cheap seats wasn't exactly soothing my need.

The waitress drops off my drinks and I sit closer to the stage. Various girls come out to dance and I tip accordingly. After the song is over, they hustle over to the table in an effort to talk me into a private dance, which I always decline. This goes on for about thirty minutes until everything comes to a crashing halt. Onto the stage walks this short decently attractive redhead. You can tell by the look in her eyes that she was more focused on trying to walk in her new six inch heels than she was on the crowd in front of her. She was awkward as fuck and as insecure as the dorky cheerleader that somehow made the cheer team.

She fumbled around the stage trying to look as sexy as possible. I made sure to tip her well so that when she exited the stage she would come my direction. Right on cue, the music turns off, and she barrels my direction like a horse that just learned to walk. She sits down and we talk for a bit. She divulges that she just recently started doing this after showing up for an amateur night. I pretend to be interested in her backstory, but I honestly didn't give a shit, I just was biding my time until she finally asks the all important question...do I want a private dance?

We head towards the backroom and she shuts the curtain behind her. She sits on my lap and starts whispering in my ear about how hot I am. I tell her the things that she wants to hear...that she's beautiful...that I would love to know what it feels like to be inside her...that I would love to see her ride me. She starts grinding into my rock hard cock, making sure her thin bottoms are firmly pressed against my body. She tells me that she's soaking wet, and I demand that she proves it. She lifts her body from mine and shoves her hand underneath her little mesh covering and touches herself. She's about to stop, but I tell her to keep going.

For a brief moment in time, she completely forgets that she's at work and shoves her fingers deep inside her warmth. She suddenly snaps back to reality quickly removing her hand from underneath herself. I slowly suck her juices off of each one of her fingers one by one. As I get to the last one, the song stops, and she tells me that our time is over. I throw on the act of being disappointed and she completely buys into it. She tells me that she gets off work in an hour and that several of them end up at a bar down the street.

I stick around until close and make my way to the aforementioned bar. About thirty minutes later, she walks in and takes a seat at the barstool next to me. We have several more drinks together as she starts to inquire about me and my life. I honestly couldn't tell you the line of shit that I told her. I vaguely remember her saying she had a soft spot for animals, so I'm sure it was something along the lines of that.

Things weren't progressing as quickly as I had hoped, so I announce that I'm going to head off. She thanks me profusely for the company as I stand up, but before I walk out the door, I lean over and kiss the side of her neck. Without saying or doing anything else, I walk out the door and head to my car. I sit there in the driver's seat waiting. Sure enough, a minute later, she comes bolting out the door frantically looking to see if I'm still there. She spots me across the parking lot and gets in the car.

Without saying a word, I head off to the closest hotel that I can find and get us a room. We walk into the room and she immediately crawls onto the bed on all fours. I climb up behind her and pull down her pants and panties down to her knees. I slap her ass before moving my hand to her tight little hole and stuff my fingers inside. She apologizes for being so sloppy wet, but before she can get the apology far past her lips, I shove my cock inside her.

She groans loudly, feeling the pressure of her lips splitting open. I grab onto her hips and jerk her body towards me. I take my time at first, easing my thick cock in and out of her tight little hole. I watch her lips hang on for dear life as I pull my cock from her mound and rub the tip against her aching hole only to watch it disappear again.

Not a fan of my teasing, she moves forward and tells me to lay down. She straddles my body and eases my cock to her entrance and slides down every inch. When she gets to the bottom, she slightly shivers, and then leans back and grabs my ankles. Her tight pussy squeezes my cock and she starts slamming her hips into mine. I put my hands on her thighs and start pulling her body against mine. She raises up and my hands slide up her sides to her little tits as she pounds away at my pole. I pinch and pull at her nipples as she screams with every thrust.

She reaches down her body and starts furiously rubbing at her clit as she covers my cock and balls with her juices. She was soaked. The bed was soaked. Her entire body was spasming. However, she leaned forward and put her hands on my shoulders and kept going. She whispers in my ear that she wants me to shoot my load inside her. That she wants me to fill her with my hot come. She places her mouth on my neck and starts sucking and biting it until I can't hold out anymore. I can feel my cock throbbing as spurt after spurt leaves my body. She lifts up and my load just falls out of her little hole dripping onto the mattress.

She falls forward completely spent and we fall asleep. I get a couple of hours of sleep and leave without saying a word. I got what I needed and was home free, or so I thought. She made a couple of attempts to stalk me by showing up at bars on my end of town. I figure that she saw my license at some point and saw that I lived on the north end, so she started frequenting there. Being friends with all of the bar staff at every establishment I frequented paid off in droves, as I would get text messages telling me to avoid their place for the evening. This went on for several months until I assume she finally gave up.