There was so much speculation and discussion about my story Convenient and what really happened with Allison and Erik as well as Eric and the strippers. I decided to follow up and explain both. I suggest you read Convenient before reading this; otherwise, you won't understand how this relates.
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Allison & Erik
"Buy me another drink," I instructed Erik. He grinned, and as he signaled for the bartender, I put a hand on his to stop him. "On second thought, can we get a bottle sent to my room?"
Erik gave me a knowing wink. "I think you have a minibar in your room," he said as he stood up. "Why don't we just get what we need there?"
I nodded and stood up, gathering my things. "Ok, that sounds even better."
We made our way to my room. Erik had his hands on me the whole way, first just putting his arm around me, but he quickly moved to groping my ass. I let him.
When we got in the elevator, he pulled me into an embrace, and we began to make out. It was intense. He was the first man I'd kissed passionately other than my husband since I was a young girl. It had an immediate effect on me. I became incredibly turned on. I could tell he was, as well. His cock was hard and grinding against me. That only added to my arousal.
By the time we reached my hotel room, I was in heat. I struggled to get the door open with Erik's tongue in my mouth and his hand up my skirt. I found the key-card and managed to unlock the door, separating long enough to go inside and shut the door.
We practically fell on the bed. I pushed Erik on his back and straddled him, pulling my dress up and over my head, exposing my body to this stranger. All I had one was a lacy black bra that barely contained my breasts and a matching black thong. I unhooked the front clasp of the bra and slid it off, revealing my bare 36D breasts. Erik's hands moved to squeeze them roughly.
"Are you allowed to squeeze a stripper's tits like that?" I asked, staring down at him.
"Not usually, at least not in the main rooms," He replied as he continued to caress me. "Usually, you're not allowed to touch much, letting the girls have control of the contact."
"Oh? I like the sound of that," I said, then grabbed his hands and shoved them down onto the bed. Simultaneously, I rubbed my crotch against his cock, his pants, and my thong in the way.
"And do they do this?" I asked as I slowly rotated my hips, rubbing my pussy against his erection.
"Oh yes," he groaned, "you're a natural. You ever thought of being a stripper?"
"Not until tonight," I admitted. I slowly leaned forward and rubbed my breasts against Erik's face. He tried to suck on a nipple that got dangerously close to his lips, but I pulled it away just in time. I pressed his face into my cleavage and rubbed back and forth before slowly working my way down his body, dragging my breasts over his shirt and down until I was rubbing my tits against his raging erection.
"Yeah!" he blurted out, "You're damn good at it!"
"Do they ever touch your cock?" I asked, looking up at him.
"Sometimes, they may grab it or rub it through your pants," he explained. I gripped his hard dick in my hand and squeezed it. "Yeah, like that."
"But only through the pants?" I asked.
"I've been to some strip clubs where you may go into a more private area, and they'll take your cock out and play with it." He revealed.
"For a fee?" I asked.
"A tip," he corrected me.
I undid the buckle of his belt, unsnapped his trousers, and slowly slid the zipper down. Reaching inside, I found his cock and pulled it free, stroking it up and down slowly. "They do this?" I asked.
"Sometimes," he groaned.
"You think some stripper did this to my husband tonight?" I asked.
"Most likely," Erik said. "I bet she sucked his cock, too."
"Do you want me to suck your cock?" I asked.
"I do," Erik said with a groan as my hand continued to work his shaft.
"What's my stripper name?" I asked playfully.
"Bambi," Erik said. "I always found Bambi to be fun girls."
"Bambi?" I asked with a grin. "Tell Bambi what you want her to do."
Erik chuckled, then complied. "I want you to suck my cock, Bambi."
I moaned and leaned forward, opening my mouth and taking his cock inside. It felt different than my husband. It was slightly thicker and longer, with more of a curve. I began to suck his cock, moving my mouth up and down.
"Oh fuck, Allison," he said, but I cut him off, pulling my mouth off his erection.
"No! Call me, Bambi!" I scolded him.
"Suck that dick, Bambi," he said. "You little slut."
I took him back into my mouth and massaged his balls as I gave him the best blowjob I've ever given anyone. I tried so hard to please him. I lost myself in what I was doing. All I could think of was some girl sucking my husband's cock. I sucked more aggressively, and Erik groaned. Then, without any warning, he grabbed the back of my head and shoved me down, forcing his cock into my throat.