It was all her fault. Really it was, I swear. I mean why else would I have ended up at the pornshop sucking cock and getting fucked through a gloryhole? It was her fault. Can't you see that?? Ok, maybe I better start from the beginning.
I was on a business trip to Wheeling a few years back. Yea, Wheeling. Nail City. And about as exciting as a sack of nails. I was looking for some fun so I went to the strip club on the island in the middle of town. Well, somebody had complained and they had cracked down, no total nudity and alcohol at the same time. Not much happening and I was getting more and more frustrated. One of the locals takes pity on me and tells me that if I go back up the mountain into Pennsyltucky, the strip clubs there not only have total nudity, but private rooms as well. I'm thinking hot diggity damn! So I make my way up the mountain and find a couple of clubs and bookstores at the first exit.
I get in, pay the cover, buy my $8 beer and make myself comfortable. I watch a couple of strippers, but nothing is really interesting me since I hate plastic tits. Then, she walks in. Yea, the her I've been talking about. Auburn hair down to her shoulders. Grey/green eyes. Trim figure but not bony. Perky tits. Oh yea, she was all that and a bag of chips. She walks right up to me and sticks her hand down my shirt and starts playing with my nipples. Oooh sweet Jesus. I was rock hard instantly. She keeps cooing in my ear and playing with my nipples begging me to buy her a drink. What can I do? I mean, the nipple treatment is driving me wild. So I buy her a $10 beer. She sits on my lap for a little bit. Teases me with glimpses of her tits. And every so often gives my nipples a squeeze or tongues my ear. I could start splitting rails pretty soon because I am so hard and horny. She is driving me wild. I mean any man would need release. All too soon though, she jumps up off my lap and says her set is next. I just stare and drool at that ass as she shimmys behind the curtain.
I buy another $8 beer and get some change and find myself a table by the runway. Here she comes. Amber. Yea, her fucking name was Amber. And she was smoking hot. She put on some moves that would make a dead man hard. I mean, you just knew how fantastic that pussy would feel wrapped around your cock. She did a couple of amazing moves right in front of me, sliding her thong aside and showing me her pussy and asshole. Oh man I wanted to bury my face in there and not come up for a week! I slip her some bills, fuck knows what or how many, and just watch the rest of her show in a fuck daze.
(I know, by now your asking, WTF? I thought this was a fucking gay story about sucking cock and taking it up the ass! Well, I'm getting there, but you gotta understand why it's all her fault!!)
So by the time she finishes her set, I'm drooling all over myself and my underwear is soaked because my cock is spitting pre-cum. She comes back to me and tells that I can get a private room with her for $125. I just open up my wallet and let her take it. She leads me to the room, which I am still conscious enough to notice is guarded by the biggest fucking bouncer I have ever seen. It's only after we are in the room and she is rubbing away on my crotch that she tells me I can touch anything and anywhere as long as I like BUT her clothes have to stay on. As if on cue, big bad and ugly sticks his head in to make sure I understand. Ok, ok, fine... whatever, at least I can touch. And oh man touch I do!!
She has some fine perky tits with long hard nipples and she loves me feeling them up. I also am feeling her up through her thong, remembering the sight of that pussy and asshole from just minutes ago. Oh baby she is hot and she is rubbing on me just as much. Every so often big, bad and ugly sticks his head in to make sure I'm not doing what I shouldn't. She nods at him and the curtains close again. Well, this goes on about 10 or 15 minutes and now I am so horny I'm amazed I haven't shot off in my underwear. I'm begging her if there is someplace we can go, just for a few minutes. But she says she can't go anywhere tonight until her shift is over at 3am. It's only a little after 11 then, so I don't think I can wait (or afford) to stay another 4 hours. She's cooling down now. Not so much interested in keeping me at fever pitch. She finally lights a cigarette while I'm still trying to paw her and I get the message. It's not going to be me slamming that beautatious booty tonight. But I am hornier than all fuck! What the hell am I going to do??
Well, I thank her. Give her a damn good tip, I mean she was gorgeous and I got to at least feel everything! Then I made my way back out to the car and start to drive back to the motel. I mean at least I can jerk off. And that's when I saw the bookstore. Of course. What if they have booths? And what if the booths have gloryholes?? I mean, maybe I can even get my cock sucked. If nothing else, I can buy some good whack off material to take home. Besides, I am so fucking horny and it really is all her fault! Right??