You've been coming to see me dance every Tuesday and Friday for a while now. I've grown fond of you, our conversations, our private dances, and our time together. You have made me feel so special and wanted because you keep coming back to see me, so often. You've made my head spin and think thoughts a stripper shouldn't think, feel things a stripper shouldn't feel about her clients. I find myself thinking about you through every one of my days, wanting to see you more, to be with you more, hopeful for an actual relationship with you. So much so, that when you tell me when you come in, you don't want to see me dancing on any other guy or want to have to wait for me to be available to go to our private room... that I make your wish, my command.
For the past month when you arrive, management alerts me and I go to our private room. I wait naked on my knees, at the door for you. When you finally enter the room and the door closes, I kiss your shoes. Telling you how happy I am to see you! How I've been looking forward to being with you every day that I'm not. Saying how unworthy my white existence is of having your superior brown attention. Praising you, hugging your legs, and kissing your feet until you are satisfied with my greeting. Thanking you for being here with me until you believe that I am as I claim. You grab me by my hair and use it as a leash to guide me to the couch where you sit and get comfortable.
"Dance for me, whore. Show me what a good stripper you are!" You watch as I stand up and begin moving my body seductively in front of you. I straddle you and grind my body against yours. My little saggy tits are bouncing right in front of you when I bend down and lick your face. I slide my hands down your chest to the waistband of your pants and untuck your shirt. I start pulling it over your big strong belly, up and over your chest, and finally over your head.
My hands rub over your belly while I smile and look intently down at your sexy body.
"You are so sexy! I've never been so attracted to someone like I am to you!" I lower my head to yours and suck your bottom lip into my mouth. "Oh sir, you're so sexy. I think about you all the time! I feel so lucky you pay me for all our time together! That you wanted me, of all the dancers, to dance for you! " I rub my cheek against yours and start licking your ear. I drag my tongue all the way down from the top of your ear to the base of your neck.
"I need to be with you more sir!" I kiss your neck, my tongue flicking back and forth. I lick from your neck to under your chin. My hands grope your amazing sexy strong man breasts, squeezing them and pushing them together.
I lick down your chest and put my face between your man breasts, pushing them hard against my face. I kiss both nipples and look up at you. "Please! I want to be in your life, sir!" I suck both nipples hoping for a reply that doesn't come.
I look up at you a little worried. "Please, sir!" I plead with you softly. I wiggle off of your lap, down towards the ground as I start kissing down your strong sexy belly. I lick around your belly button and look up at you. "Let me be with you, sir! I'll pay you, sir! I'll pay you for the opportunity to be in your life, to worship you!" I lick back up your stomach. Standing up slowly as I lick you up your belly and chest. My face in front of yours as I look into your eyes, smiling at you. "Please... I want to be your personal stripper! Your everyday stripper whore!" I kiss your mouth passionately. And when I break our kiss and look at you, you are smiling. Your hands come up to my tits and you squeeze them hard, kneading them.
"How much has my stripper made tonight?" You ask me as your hands feel all over my upper body.
My eyes close in pleasure as I feel your magnificent hands roam my body. "300 so far sir!" I moan and yelp when you pinch my nipples between your fingers.
"$150 is what my stripper will pay me tonight!" You smile and slap my hanging tits. You pull one into your mouth and suck hard. "Bring me that $150 to me little slut!"
I quickly open my eyes, surprise written all over my face, as I search your eyes for the seriousness in your demand. "What's the problem!?" You caress my cheek and kiss my lips passionately. You pull back from the kiss, looking at me lovingly, smiling. Then, without any indication or warning, my face was forcefully whipped to the left, then to the right by your hand, slapping my whore face. I yelp both times I'm slapped across the face. I slowly look back at you, tears in my eyes.
"Stand up, my whore stripper!" You watch as I stand. "Look at me!" I look down at you, lusting after your body. "Do you like what you see little slut!?" You unbutton your pants. "Do you want me?" You unzip your pants. "Do you want to be with me?" You pull your pants off of you. "Are you going to prove to me that you want me like you claim to?" You hike your legs up exposing your cock, balls, and asshole. I lick my lip and my breathing becomes heavy while I watch your hand rubbing and groping your cock and balls. The sight of your amazing body makes it hard to think.
I look back into your eyes and slowly shake my head yes. "Yes sir! I do want you! I want to be with you! You are the best man I'll ever come across! Please let me be yours!"
You smile big, you're happy. "Go get me the money you owe me then!" You say looking at me while you stroke yourself and rub your balls. You watch me pull out a wad of money from a little pouch. I walk over to you, count out $150, and hesitantly hand it over to you. You stop playing with yourself, lean forward smiling big, and snatch the money out of my hands. You count it, pick your pants up from the floor, put it in your pants pocket, drop your pants back on the ground, hike your legs back up, and start stroking yourself again. Smiling up at me, "On your knees!" I drop to my knees. "Kiss me bitch! Make out with me! Show me you want to be with me!!" you point to your ass.
I smile and bring my face to your ass. I lean in and kiss your right ass cheek, sucking it into my mouth and releasing it from my mouth noisily. I repeat the same action to your left ass cheek. I spread your cheeks just a lil bit wider and I lick up your ass crack. One... Two... Three times. From the top of your ass crack, passing over your puckered hole and up your taint. Then I make love to your ass hole with my mouth.
I make out with your hole until you are ready to suck on my nipples. When the urge to be mommied arises in you, you grab my hair and yank me up from your ass hole. You spit in my face. You ask me if I'm ashamed of you for treating me like this. I am filled with compassion and the urge to make sure you know there is nothing wrong with treating me like this! "Ohhh baby! Nooo... noo I'm not ashamed of you baby! How could I be ashamed of you? You are perfect!" I say caressing your face while my hair is still wound tightly in your fist.
"You like what you like! And you deserve to do everything you want and desire, until you know I'm not ashamed of you baby!" I smile at you lovingly as you caress my face. You spit on my face and tell me to sit on your lap. "I need my mommy to make me feel safe, comfortable, and relaxed!" I sit next to you on my knees, my tits in your face as I caress your face and shoulders lovingly. I place kisses on your forehead, head, and all over your face.
"Oh, my sweet baby boy! Mommy loves you so much! You are perfect! There is nothing wrong with you!" I pick up my tit and rub it over your lips. "Mommy loves her perfect boy! Mommy wants to take care of you! Suck on mommy baby boy, it will make you feel better!" I inhale deeply as your mouth closes around my tit and you start sucking hard. "Come here baby boy, let mommy hold you!" I sit next to you and encourage you to lay your back in my lap and your head in my arms, cradling you. I look down at you smiling, caressing your face, kissing your head. I lean down and kiss you on your lips passionately. My hand wanders down your body. Rubbing over your chest, down your stomach, and down to your beautiful cock.
