Life with a Nympho Playing in Playa
Author's Note: This story is a follow-up to "Strip Club Surprise," which I had originally planned as a one-off story. But based on the positive feedback, I decided to follow these characters a bit longer. I hope you enjoy the series.
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"I love the way you taste."
Kelly pulled her lips away from my still-erect cock and gave me a wicked smile. Some of the cum that I'd just shot into her mouth trickled out the sides.
I was almost breathless. "That was the best fucking blowjob you've ever given me, and that's saying something."
"I aim to please," she replied. " I have to be on my toes this week, with all the half-dressed sluts wandering around this town."
"I don't think you have much to worry about," I responded. "It's me who has to worry about keeping up with you."
"You knew from the start that I crave sex all the time. I'm just grateful I've finally found someone who can satisfy me 24/7."
Kelly and I were in Playa del Carmen, on the Mexican Riviera, for a quick getaway a few weeks before Christmas, and her return to her MBA studies in the new year. To be honest, it had been a non-stop fuck-a-thon since we'd arrived two days earlier. And Kelly was right -- there was a lot of eye candy on display when we were out and about, but none of the women were as alluring as my new girlfriend.
Rather than an all-inclusive, we'd booked an upscale boutique hotel just off Fifth Avenue, the busy tourist street in downtown Playa, in large part because it had a rooftop lounge and pool area where we thought we could have more adult fun than we would at a busy resort. The hotel was also associated with a nearby beach club, where we expected to pass most of our afternoons drinking margaritas and working on our tans.
This was the third morning of our vacation, and with each visit, Kelly got a bit more adventurous, despite the security cameras. We had the rooftop space to ourselves whenever we went up, so on Day One, she took off her bikini top almost immediately, exposing her exquisite tits. The sight of her was almost too much for me, and she didn't resist when I occasionally ran my fingers over her nipples and under her bikini bottom as we laid next to each other on a sun bed. We only lasted about half an hour before I led her back down to our room to fuck her for the second time that day.
On Day Two, the entire bikini disappeared. ("How else am I going to get an all-over tan?" she asked, not so innocently.) Noticing my raging hard-on, she'd crawled on top of me and rubbed her tits against my chest, while kissing my lips and earlobes and running her hand inside my bathing suit. I knew she was trying to make me cum, but once again, I was able to get her back to the room to finish our fun in private. We passed the maid on the way into the room, and not wanting to mess up our freshly-made bed, I banged Kelly standing up, ramming her relentlessly before dumping another load of sperm in her tight cunt.
This morning, she was naked again, only this time she pulled down my swimming trunks and started sucking me off. I'd barely protested, though I'd suggested pulling the curtains on the sun bed just in case other guests or a staff member ventured up to the roof.
"Don't be such a prude, Tony," she'd teased. "Doing it out in the open makes it way more exciting. Besides which, the hotel is half-empty. I don't think they're going to kick us out."
I was still catching my breath after the incredible oral sex I'd just enjoyed when Kelly pulled herself up and pressed her naked body against mine. With her right index finger, she scooped up the cum that had dripped down the sides of her mouth.
"Can't let that go to waste," she laughed. "Especially since I need it to make me feel happy."
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"God knows I feel happy while I'm sucking you off, but didn't you hear about that study that shows that swallowing sperm reduces a woman's stress levels?"
"Sounds to me like that study was done by a guy who wanted more blowjobs," I joked.
"You're right, it does sound fishy. But it works for me. Or maybe I just feel good being with you and knowing you love me."
It had only been about six weeks since I ran into Kelly at the strip club where she was dancing, and I'd helped her escape an abusive relationship with my former college buddy Connor. In that time, we'd become extremely close, and even though we were having a ton of sex, there was a lot more to our relationship than that.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you," Kelly began.
"Uh-oh," I interrupted. "You're leaving me for that handsome waiter who couldn't take his eyes off your tits last night during dinner?"
"As if," Kelly replied. "I'm being serious here for a minute. You know I appreciate everything you've done for me these past few weeks. And I'm having a blast here in Mexico. I honestly never want to leave. But when we go back, I was thinking about going back to dancing a couple of nights a week."
The news was a bit surprising, but not a complete shock. Kelly had confessed to how much she loved getting naked in front of men and relieving them of hundreds of dollars, more than a grand on a good night, in the Champagne rooms.
"I don't want you to worry," she continued. "My pussy and my mouth would be reserved for you. So no blowjobs and certainly no fucking. But I really miss the thrill of of being a stripper, and it would only be a couple of nights a week. You could come and keep an eye on me, if you want to make sure I'm not misbehaving!"
"We talked about this before," I said. "I'm not in any position to say no, but I want to be sure you really want to do it, and don't just feel obliged. I've got plenty of money and there's nobody else I'd rather spend it on. So I don't want you to think you have to go out and make some cash of your own."
"No, I already told you. I want to do this. I was thinking of doing Thursday and Friday nights, because I won't have any classes on Friday's, and we'd still have Saturday nights together. What do you think?"
"I'm not sure how I'll feel when I see you leading some horny guy down to the Champagne Room knowing you're about to run these gorgeous breasts and tight pussy all over him. So we'll see about coming to the club. But as I said, you don't need my permission to do this."
"Thank you Tony. I don't know how long I'll last. I'm already six or seven years older than some of the girls who are barely old enough to be dancing. And who knows how much competition there'll be at the new club."
"New club?" I asked.
"Well, I can't exactly go back to the Paradise. 'Hi, remember me, the girl who ran out in the middle of her shift a couple of months ago? Yeah, I'd like to come back.' Like that's happening!"
"Good point," I said. "Probably best to stay away from that place, especially since Connor knew that's where you used to work."
"I was thinking of the Sapphire Club. A girl I used to work with at the Paradise moved there about three months ago and says it's great. She says they're actually short of dancers most nights, so there'd be no trouble getting hired there."
"There isn't a strip club on earth that would turn you down, baby," I responded, caressing her naked breast. "I could tell yesterday that you were missing the whole stripping thing."
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We'd gone to the beach club the previous day, and had initially been disappointed. While going topless in Mexico isn't technically legal, Kelly had been led to believe that many women simply ignored the rules. But even though there were many very attractive women on the lounge chairs facing the water, none of them had shed their bikini tops.
Over a couple of hours, we went for a couple of swims in the warm waters of the Caribbean Sea and had numerous over-priced drinks and snacks. While I was getting more and more relaxed, I could tell that Kelly was growing restless.
"What's wrong," I asked.
"I was really looking forward to getting that all-over tan," she slurred, the margaritas she'd been drinking clearly having the expected effect. "Maybe we shouldn't have left the roof at the hotel. And look at those girls dancing over there. Have you ever seen anything so lame?"
I looked to where Kelly was pointing, and saw two flat-chested young women in identical pink bikinis performing a badly-choreographed dance routine on a small stage. Nobody was paying any attention, and with good reason. The second the song they were dancing to ended, they stepped down and started scrolling their phones.
"I think this place needs to turn it up a notch," Kelly announced, standing up and pulling on her sandals. She sashayed her way over to the stage. She was wearing a very revealing black string bikini, and more than a few of the guys at the beach club -- and some of their jealous wives and girlfriends -- couldn't take their eyes off her.
Kelly got up on the stage and immediately started dancing to the techno pop that the DJ was playing. Even without the benefit of the stripper pole that she'd made such good use of at the Paradise Club, she was really putting on a show. The DJ, who was probably dozing after enduring the lifeless routine of the two bimbos employed by the club, quickly cranked up the volume, which caused many more heads to turn to watch my girlfriend perform.
I could see that she was aware of the attention, and seemed to feed off it. She strutted back and forth on the small stage, and occasionally squeezed her boobs. Several times, she turned her back to the audience and bent over, running her finger over her ass. Her bikini bottom barely covered her pussy lips.
As the first song ended and a second one began, Kelly continued to writhe on stage. A group of guys who looked to be in their early 20's moved closer to the stage to get a better look.
"Show us your tits!" one of them called out drunkenly. His buddies tried to tone it down, and I could see a pretty young woman -- probably his girlfriend -- angrily move towards him.
But Kelly didn't seem to care. In fact, she reached behind her, as she'd no doubt done hundreds of times at the strip club, and and unclasped her bikini top. She tossed it towards the gang of guys and proudly showed off her pert C-cups.
