Resurrecting an old thread
I was thinking about a few other experiences I had and thought I'd share. I'd love to hear about your fun, too.
This happened to me twice, and it makes me cringe now... I had two different strippers on two different occasions slide themselves down on me, bareback. It was only a few minutes each time, and sitting on my lap with me inside them for a little bit. Each time I was thinking with my dick instead of my brain, so it seemed like a good idea at the time—the same club from the first post.
The first girl was really tiny and said she was 19, and I believe her. It was not a very busy night, but not dead, either. As the dancers came off stage, they would usually find a sucker to sit with, and I guess I was her's.
We chatted a little, with the typical awkwardness. I'm not telling you what I do for a living and personal details, and I've already seen you pretty much naked. What is there to talk about?
She asked if I wanted a private dance, and I'm usually up for at least one just to see how things go. We were the only two back in the private area, and I sat in the middle of a big love seat while we waited for the next song to start. She sort of squatted between my legs facing me while the song played, and had a hand on each of my thighs, sort of steadying herself. I was really just sitting there waiting, and she ran one of her hands up under the leg of my shorts. She didn't make a move to go any further, but she had her hand on the outside of my boxers as far into my crotch as she could go. That certainly put a smile on my face, and she grinned back at me, too.
Once our song started, she went through the usual routine of rubbing her breasts in my face and grinding. My favorite move is when the dancer straddles me, sort of reverse cowgirl, and drops their hands to the floor. Essentially, spreading wide for a great view. Some dancers are no touching, but I've found that most are ok with it if not done too aggressively (some have no rules at all). Since she had already snaked her hand up my shorts, I thought placing my hands on her upper legs/ass cheeks with my thumbs ridding where the crotch of her thong stopped seemed reasonable. She never missed a beat and kept sexily moving her ass to the song.
Because of the positioning of my thumbs, there was not much separating them from outright rubbing her pussy, and because of her grinding, my thumbs did slip onto the fabric of her panties. She still didn't make any adjustment, and I lightly let them rub her as she controlled the pace and her movement.
Blink- song is over, and I just spent $20
One of three things could happen next. She could be pissed off, and I totally misread her, she would ask me if I wanted to stay for another song, OR she would ask if I wanted to go to the VIP room where we could be more comfortable. I've fallen for the VIP room offer a few times when thinking with the wrong head, only to find out dance #1 was the best it would ever get.
So... I let the wrong head decide, and off to the VIP room we went. The room itself was not really closed off but were a series of what I guess the best way to describe them as large cubicles. Each was its only room with a sofa and a small table for drinks. I sat down in the middle of the couch again, and she sat on my lap, waiting for the next song to start. Once the music began, she knelt down in front of me again and started kissing on my legs and running her hands up and down my thighs. All very nice, but in the first 30 seconds, I thought I had wasted a bunch of money. All that changed when she ran a hand back up under my shorts and boxers, this time. I wasn't hard, but not really flaccid either, and her fingers went straight to cupping my balls. I didn't immediately get hard, but she certainly had my dick's attention at this point. She started to gently massage my testicles and look back at the door every 10-15 seconds or so, looking for anyone popping their head in.
She snaked my increasingly hard dick along my leg and rubbed along its length before sliding her hand back to work on my balls. I wasn't really getting a hand job, but it felt pretty good, never the less. I thought we had been caught because she stopped abruptly. No one had stuck their head in, though, and she straddled me reverse cowgirl like she had done in the private dance earlier. This time, I didn't move slow. As soon as she went head down and ass up, I started rubbing her pussy through her panties like before.
While I was focused on that, she was kissing on my leg and dick through my shorts. Sort of wrapping her lips around my clothing-covered dick and blowing hot breath on me like you would do if you were warming your hands. It felt good, but it wasn't anything that was going to push me over the edge. I couldn't help it and pulled her thong to the side, exposing her very warm and shaved pussy. She made no move to stop what she was doing, and I started rubbing her from clit to anus, which quickly started getting slippery and wet as she became more aroused.
I didn't mention previously that the signs of having had a baby were present, but she was very petite and looked and felt great. I love young moms, old moms, and moms in between, but damn, can most 19-year-olds bounce back like nothing happened? I was actually surprised at how tight she was as I slid my thumb in. After wetting it with her juices, I started rubbing her clit, and the blowing on my cock stopped. Again, I thought we were busted, but we were still ok. When she started to climb down, I thought I had gone too far, too. Instead, she knelt between my legs again and tugged my shorts down a little. She then shoved her hand down the top of my shorts, fished my cock out over the waistband, and gave it as good of a look as you can in a dark VIP room.
I believe my exact thought was, good God, I've hit the jackpot when she took my head in her mouth and ran her tongue around it. She took me in more deeply a few times but mainly focused on my head. Two things popped into my mind at this point. How much extra would she ask for, and at some point (sooner rather than later), I would cum and I didn't know what she would do about that?
What happened next is the part that makes me cringe now. She stood up, turned around, and started grinding on me. I thought this might be her alternative to taking a mouth or face full of cum, but she turned to me and said that she needed to make sure that I was not a cop. I know I had to have had the stupidest look on my face since she had just been giving me a blow job, and I had been fingering her minutes before. I think I uttered something like OK because she bent over and pulled her thong to the side. For a split second, I thought she was going to grind on me some more, but instead, she backed up to my cock, rubbed it along her slit, and slowly worked herself down my cock.
Like I mentioned while fingering her, she was pretty tight, and it wasn't a case of rubbing my head on her pussy and then hitting the bottom. It took a few strokes, getting the head lubed and in, then another inch or so at a time. If I had not been reclined back on a couch at a strip club and was in my bed with her, I probably would have cum right then. Instead, I'm rock hard wanted to really fuck her and was scared that at any moment, someone would bust in. I'm not afraid of a bouncer kicking my ass, but cops showing up and getting carted away had me alternating between scared to death and blowing a load deep inside her.
She probably rode my cock for less than a minute before extricating herself from me. She pulled her thong back into place and then went back to her knees. I'm sure that I had a WTF look on my face about what had just happened, and she said again something about making sure I wasn't a cop. I should have told her that she really needed to make sure and test me again, but I think I muttered that I was not a cop this time.
She asked me if I wanted to hang out sometime, and of course, I said yes. She went back to sucking me, and at this point, we had to be close on our time running out. This time, it was less sensual and mostly about draining my balls! I'm pretty visual, and if she had been in the reverse cowgirl position, I would have probably shot my load as soon as she wrapped her lips around me. As I started getting close to cumming, I let her know. I actually had to tell her several times before I got a muffled acknowledgment. I thought she might swallow the whole load, but she spit into her cocktail cup haha.
She sat back on my lap after I did my best to tuck everything back into place and pulled her cell phone out. She asked for my number, which I didn't have the willpower to withhold. She immediately called my phone to make sure it went through and said that she would text me. And with that, we got up to walk out and leave (after a really nice tip). I grabbed my beer, and she headed straight for the door… so I grabbed her half jizz/half cocktail to get rid of along the way, lol.
In the heat of it all, I would have fucked her on stage 1 with the DJ announcing my every move. But, the walk back to the main area sobered me up faster than I would have guessed. The first thing going through my mind was that I just contracted something that would make my dick fall off. The second thing was that everyone there knew that I had just barebacked her, and my dick would fall off. Luckily, my dick did not fall off!
She started texting me later that night about getting together, and thoughts of my dick rotting away started to diminish. I did hook up with her a couple of days later, and I'll post about that next if there is any interest.
I know this is a long post, but it is fun for me thinking back about it. I started with strip clubs hoping for a little fun. I was young, decent-looking, and it seemed like a safer way to have a little sexual fun. Once I realized how much the VIP room cost me and that it was highly likely that nothing would happen, I tried massage parlors and then escorts. I had a good amount of fun with those, as well, including just straight hooking up with girlfriends and fuck buddies. I had a couple of married women from work that was probably my favorite of all… real women that wanted to have a great time with limited strings attached. Anyway, I might write about some of those fun times a little later, too.