My strip club experience

[indym]

These events range from about 7-12 years ago and I thought some of you might like hearing about them. I have gone back and forth on posting and I’m a lurker more than a poster. My adventures range from playing/being played with, meeting ladies outside the club, and a couple of scary what was I thinking moments inside the club where dancers. I have no idea what I was thinking on the latter, but it made me a nervous wreck until I was tested.

This post ended up being much longer than I thought it would be when I started. Some of it is background for a few other encounters I had, if folks are interested in hearing about them.

The backstory…
The city I lived in is fairly large with a number of clubs that span from high-priced to downright dives. While I did not go to any of them often, I would typically go to a particular club that was middle of the road. I found that the women that worked there ranged from young up and comers who would move to high end clubs in a few months, or ladies that were starting the downward slide.

I would typically pop into the club on my way home from work, or around 8ish on a mid-weeknight. This meant that I would either catch the day shift a couple of hours before shift end or the night ladies after they had been there for a bit. I have done the typical group of guys hitting the club thing, but these adventures were solo. More pop in and have a few drinks and see what happens. I think this played equally with a healthy dose of luck in the fun I had.

Is this really happening…
I mentioned that my best adventures occurred when I was solo, but my first bit of fun happened with two buddies. We decided to hit a club that wasn’t too far from our homes after a Saturday of day drinking. I forget why we were out drinking like lushes in the middle of the day, but we ended up at the club early evening. It wasn’t very full, and the dancers were mingling and trying to drum up private dances before the typical Saturday evening swarm of guys showed up.

We sat at a table for about 15 minutes or so and in unison decided to move to the seats at the stage. I don’t recall how many dancers were there, but two ladies caught our attention. The first, which for a million dollars I couldn’t remember her stage name, but I’ll call stripper 1, was probably in her late twenties but showing signs of a recent pregnancy. Later, we learned that she had danced as long as she could and took off to give birth. Each of us had a few stage dances and she was not being shy with spreading widely in front of us. In the State that this club is located the ladies get topless with pasties (most of the time somewhat clear tape) over their nipple and down to thong. This club had several long stages, and in addition to the three of us, there were probably 3-4 other guys sitting at the stage. We were definitely not high rollers (haha) but I never understood sitting at the stage and being stingy with my singles. Needless to say, stripper 1 spent a lot of time in front of us.

I am sure a lot of folks here know the tactics used on stage, but I’ll describe a few that stripper 1 used on us. Depending on how busy stage area is, a dancer might just do a shake of their breasts, or if pickings are slim, they might spread and adjust their thongs a bit to give more of a show. In my experience, when they hint at more on stage, they almost always swing by after their set to see if you want a private dance and try to separate you from the larger currency in your wallet. Stripper 1 had a double thong setup and was not shy about moving the outer fabric to the side to reveal a little more flesh. Stripper 1 was not my type, but one of my buddies was completely into her.

The next lady on stage (stripper 2) immediately caught my eye. She was a tall and lanky blond that looked like she might have indulged in several drinks or other vices before hitting the stage. As with stripper 1, my group was the only real tippers at the stage and stripper 2 focused almost entirely on us. Stripper 1 had come to sit with my friend, which seemed to loosen stripper 2 up even more. As I mentioned, stripper 1 had made sure her vulva was well covered, stripper 2 had no such concerns. She wore a very tiny thong that left the sides of her mound exposed. As she spread out in front of me, I could feel myself getting a little aroused, something that I’d say rarely happens to me at a strip club. Stripper 2 had incredibly smooth vulva (from what I could see), without a hint of hair or stubble.

It isn’t uncommon for a dancer to rub their breasts on your face, and sometimes their crotch and ass. I have to say, I am not a big fan of any of that, but when she rubbed her barely covered pussy across my face it was all I could do to not get kicked out. I would normally be 100% against a stripper rubbing their genitals across my face (for obvious reasons), but I couldn’t think of a reason at the time to not sit back and enjoy. I could have cared less that I was sitting at the stage of a strip club as she rubbed her mound across my nose and mouth. I love going down on a woman and I was a thin piece of fabric away from heaven.

The next person on stage after stripper 2 was not memorable, so we moved back to a table to order more drinks. Stripper 2 joined us and appeared to be friends with stripper 1. Stripper 2 sat on my lap and I ordered her a drink. When I have ordered a drink for a dancer in the past, they typically want something fruity and weak. Stripper 2 wanted a tequila shot and pounded it. We sat around for a bit chit chatting about the normal BS things that you do in that type of situation (e.g. where are you from, blah blah blah…). Stripper 2 was sitting across my left leg with her legs between mine, and I had one hand around her cupping her ass. She casually had her hand resting on my crotch and would subtly squeeze my dick every so often. I felt like everyone on the club had to know she was holding my dick, but when I asked my buddies later, they had no clue.

Private dance…
Stripper 1 asked my friend if wanted to go for a private dance and while trying to play it cool with a “sure”, he was more than ready to go. While I was oblivious to most everything around me due to stripper 2, I’m sure stripper 1 was giving my buddy a similar treatment. As they got up, I asked stripper 2 if she wanted to give me a private dance too. She smiled and said yes, but for some weird reason I think she was completely content sitting on my lap, having her ass rubbed, and stroking my dick through my jeans. Now that I think back on it, I was pretty content, too.

The private dance area, at the time, was a separate room that had couches/love seats along each wall. It had no doors and the DJ booth sat above and at one end. It wasn’t especially dark and really didn’t notice any cameras. I think the idea was for the DJ to be able to look over and keep an eye on things. Where he was positioned, anyone entering the club had to walk past his booth, which I think provided a bit of a lookout opportunity if the excise police or disgruntled significant other stormed the place.

The ladies led us to sofas at the far end away from the DJ booth and stripper 2 sat on my lap until the next song ended. Much less subtly than before she stroked my penis through my jeans. It wasn’t a “I want you to cum” stroke by more of a “let’s get you hard” type of thing, and I loved it. The song started and she proceeded to do a bit more of her performance on stage. She stood on the sofa facing me and rubbed her pussy in my face again, this time lingering for much longer than before. I don’t know how to describe the next move other than calling it the wheelbarrow, where she put her legs over my shoulders and her hands on the floor in front of us. She proceeded to shake her ass a bit and then moved closer to what I would call a seated 69 position. My legs were spread wide and she placed her hand on the edge of the sofa immediately in front of my crotch. This let her move her cloth covered pussy completely into my face and to rub it up and down my nose and mouth.

If not for that small triangle of fabric I would have had my tongue buried in her slit… which led me to begin licking the exposed sides of her mound. 100 times out of 100 I would tell you there is no way I would do that to a stripper, but there I was trying to snake my tongue under the edge of her panties. I have to think the DJ knew what was going on, but I had my hands down to my sides, so it is possible that it did not look that bad from his booth. Unfortunately, the song ended but there was no way I was getting up and walking out with a hard on.

Stripper 2 asked if I wanted another song, which of course I said yet to. My buddy seemed to be having an equally nice time, too. A few seconds passed as the next ladies were called to stage, and then song number two started. Stripper 2 immediately climbed back into the same seated 69 position and began grinding herself into my face. I have to say I was surprised and happy at the same time when she reached back with a hand and slid her thong over just enough to expose her slit. I went from licking around the edge to burring my tongue in a very moist pussy. I ran my tongue from her clit all the way to the other end and was in absolute paradise. She made no indication that I should stop, and I kept going until the music softly cut out. I wanted to make her cum so damn bad that I could hardly stand it and this time I just blurted out that I wanted to do a third song.

My buddy didn’t extend his session and stripper 1 just smiled at us as they walked out. I’m sure I looked like I had just tried to win a no-hands glazed donut eating contest and could have cared less haha.

Song three started and rather than assume the seated 69 position again, stripper 2 sat on me facing away and dropped her hands down to the floor. While I wanted to continue where we had left off, I had a fantastic view. Her thong had slipped partially back into place, to my disappointment. From this position, I could place my hands an each of her ass cheeks and use my thumbs to rub closer and closer to slit. If a staff member walked up there would be no denying what I was doing but from afar my hands were not moving in a way that it looked like I was fingering her. With one thumb, I hooked the crotch of her panties and kept it to the side while I used my other thumb to rub her clit and occasionally slip into her. She was so y wet that I want to believe she was getting as much pleasure as I was.

I’d like to tell everyone that she had a quivering orgasm on my thumb and melted on the spot. I think she got off, but I really don’t know. Regardless, right before the end of the song she pulled away a bit and I didn’t press the matter. She spun on my lap to face me and after a few seconds the music faded away. The DJs voice announced stripper 1 coming to the stage and stripper 2 didn’t offer a fourth song. She smiled at me and we walked out of the room, with her heading to dancer’s locker room.

My buddies were sitting at a table and I asked if they were ready to go, and they nodded. In hindsight, it would have been fun to see stripper 1 and 2 hit the stage again. I always wondered if they changed panties or if they went right back to work. If my friend stripper 2 didn’t change, I have to think she had a massive wet spot and evidence of my fun drying on her inner thighs.

As you can imagine, I thought about stripper 2 the entire next week. I went back the next Saturday by myself and she want’ there. I tried a few more time and never saw her again. She either got tossed for our encounter, additional encounters, or couldn’t keep sober enough to make things work there. If I was a bit more experienced at that point, I would have tried to get her number. I’m almost positive that would have ended poorly, long term.

I have 3-4 more strip club stories if anyone is interested in hearing them? I’ve tried to be detailed enough without embellishing. I can tell you that this type of fun was random and rare for me, but other fun happened several more times.

[indym]

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.

[cufan86]

Of course we want you to continue the story

[indym]

Originally Posted by cufan86

Of course we want you to continue the story

I'll write up more about her later today. She was a complete head-case, as you might have guessed.

I'm really not one of those beg me for more type of posters. I just didn't want to keep posting about this if there was no interest.

[indym]

After the club…

As I mentioned, she started to txt me later that night. It had to be 1AM-2AM at that point, and she was asking about when we could get together. I thought it was weird, but she was attractive, and what guy wouldn’t be flattered by a nice looking girl txting and wanting to fuck? Meeting that night was out, and I couldn’t get away the next day, a Saturday, I believe, so I asked about meeting then.

I don’t recall the exact exchange, but essentially, she commented on needing money for a bill or something like that. I guess it was not totally obvious that this might be an outcall type of situation, but her aggressiveness on txting did have me a little confused. I let her know that I think I could help her out a little, and she was back to pushing to meet ASAP!

We made arrangements for a Sunday meeting, and she asked if I could come to pick her up. She was renting a house with her boyfriend and asked me to txt her when I pulled up, and she would come out. It wasn’t a horrible part of town, but not all that great either. Several neighbors were sitting out on their porches, and they were all looking at my car. Luckily, she didn’t take long and jumped right in like we were old friends, and I didn’t stick around to see what the neighbors or her boyfriend were up to.


She was wearing black leggings and a short t-shirt that exposed a little of the skin on her stomach. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and overall she looked like any other 19 year old you’d see running around. I personally like that look, and she still looked good to me. A little plainer than her made-up stripper look, for sure.

I had originally thought about bringing her back to my place but made a quick decision that a motel room would be better. My days of fucking in my car were over, and I just had a feeling that she was a little crazier than I originally thought. She wasn’t all that nervous acting, I was probably more nervous, but she wasn’t exactly relaxed either. I asked her first if she had a place we could go and hang out and she sort of paused for a min. I offered that I think that I know a place, and she said that sounded good. I don’t think she had done this much or was just use to the guy taking care of those details.

The place I had in mind was a hotel not really far from the club she worked at but probably a 30-minute drive from her place, which gave us some time to chat. It was quickly apparent that we didn’t have much to talk about, haha. After a few silent pauses, I decided one hand on the wheel, and one on her would be an excellent way to pass the time. I started with my hand high on her thigh and then moved to a few fingers lightly rubbing the crotch of her leggings. She accommodated me a little but didn’t open up wide, either.

I asked her to pull the waistband of her leggings out so I could rub her pussy directly, and either she was confused or didn’t want me to stretch them out. Instead, she raised her ass up off the seat and pulled them down to about mid-thigh, which gave me great access but made me a little nervous driving around like that. My car had tinted windows, but we didn’t set up higher than any other vehicle on the road. If any car besides us looked over, they would see or know something was going on.

I continued to play with her pussy and used my wet finger to rub her clit. I wasn’t trying to get her off, and I don’t think she was ever close, either. It was just a better way of passing the time vs. awkward talking, which was completely fine by me.

I had not thought about the plan once we got to the hotel, so when I parked, she jumped right out of the car with me to go to the front desk. So there we stand with a middle-aged front desk lady getting a room. I was in my early 30s with a 19-year old that the clerk had to have no doubt what we were there to do.

Once I got the room key, we headed to our second-floor room, which was pretty average. Once inside, she mentioned that she would like to take a shower. I thought she might have been getting cold feet, to be honest, or even worse, calling someone. She instead put her purse down on the bed, went into the restroom, shut the door. While I was waiting, I opened the blinds and just sort of checked the area out. It was not super busy and overlooked the parking lot and a gas station beyond the hotel parking.

She probably showered for 10 mins or so and came into the room completely nude with wet hair hanging down her back. No dim lighting at the strip club to hide behind. I was able to see all of her. I don’t remember if she laid back on the bed or if I laid her back. Another thing that I had several second thoughts about later, but I love to perform oral on a woman. While being fresh out of the shower is far from being disease-free, I dove into her pussy like it was my last meal.

It probably took about 10 minutes for her to have a pretty big orgasm, and she needed a break to let the sensitivity subside a bit. At this point, I don’t think we’ve said five things to each other since getting in our room.

I’m still wearing shorts at this point, and I’m trying to get out of them as fast as I can. I love sliding into a recently orgasmed and wet pussy, and her’s was ready. She started to get sit up, and I thought she would get a condom out of her purse. Instead, she asked me if I had a condom. In hindsight, I should have picked some up, but I thought she was more of the pro with this. So there we are, me rock hard and her nice and wet. I had no plan of barebacking her, even though she had slid up and down my cock a couple of days before, at least for a couple of minutes. When I said I didn’t and thought she did, she paused for the briefest of moments and said, just don’t cum inside me.

I should have remembered my fear of my dick falling off, but I didn’t. Instead, I pulled her to the edge of the bed and rubbed the head of my dick on her to get me nice and wet. I’m not freakishly porn star big, but I do have decent size and girth. Once I got the head nice and wet, I started to work it inside. My head actually slid in fairly easily, but it still took inching my way in to get fully coated in her juices. With her knees bent towards her head, I had nice deep access and started picking up the pace. I wanted to try doggy for a while, and she ended up being at a really good height at the edge of the bed, and with me standing, and I could really control the depth and pace of our fucking.

Spreading her cheeks about so I could see myself going in and out was a great view. The added plus being that her ass hole was front and center for some extra attention. I really like anal, but I’ve only had a few partners over the years willing to try. I think people get too uptight about the potential mess when they should go for it if they enjoy it.

While I kept my long deep strokes going, I started to rub her hole with my thumb. Not too hard, but just enough to see how receptive she would be to it. She didn’t pull away, but I got no big sign either. Spitting on my thumb, I started to work her ass even more and eventually worked just the tip inside. If her pussy was tight, her ass was 10x tighter, though. Before I even knew it, I was ready to explode and almost rushing to pull my cock out of her before I filled her completely up. With a couple of pumps, I unloaded on her lower back and ass, and she lowered herself from her knees to laying flat on her belly on the bed.

I went to the restroom quickly and brought a washcloth to clean me and her up a little, and then went to sit in a chair by the window to catch my breath and relax for a min. We had probably been at it for a total of 25ish minutes, and it was not the awkwardness of what next. Somewhat surprisingly, she moved and sat on the corner of the bed next to my chair and leaned back on her elbows facing the window. No one could see us or anything from outside, but it was sort of sexy seeing her almost sunbathing after a nice fucking.

We actually did start chitchatting now, and this is where the crazy started to come out a little. She started telling me about her boyfriend and their drama. The guy was an off-and-on boyfriend, and it sounded like they argued more than anything. She then asked me if I would take her by a friend’s house before going home when we were done. I kind of thought we were done! Seeing her laid back naked gave me a little hope that I could go again without too long of a wait. My answer to her was sure and that I thought I might be ready to go again soon. She didn’t really react one way or the other, and I stood next to her and pulled her up to a sitting position with my dick right at her face level. Without missing a beat, she grabbed ahold of my mostly limp cock with one hand and fed it into her mouth. It felt really good, but I would take a little time to get me nice and hard again… but standing in front of the window while she tried her hardest was really exciting for me. I’d never done anything like that before, and the idea that people could possibly see us was thrilling.

After a bit of that, I wanted to play with her pussy again, and we tried to 69 with me on the bottom. I’m pretty tall at 6’6,” and she was rather short at maybe 5’1”, so it ended up more of her sucking me and me playing with her pussy with my fingers. She made the next move and swung around to climb on top of me to ride, which felt great. She knew how to wiggle on my dick to get herself off, and she was getting ready to make me cum again, too. Sometimes I can really fill the build-up and other times I’m cuming before I even know I’m ready. This time was one of the latter, and I almost panicked I told her that I was about to cum. She probably rocked back and forth another 10-15 seconds while I repeated that I was going to cum… and before she made any move to break her suction and climb off my cock I filled her up. Not a just at the opening blast, but a buried balls deep load. I’m sure I made a facial expression like I was having a seizure, and I should have just chucked her off of me.

To my surprise, she wasn’t mad or angry. She just asked me if that felt good, and of course, the answer was yes. With that, she slid off of me and I went to the bathroom to wash up a bit. When I came back out, she was getting dressed and almost ready to go. All I could really think about was that I just get this stripper/escort pregnant, and I’d be stuck with her in one way or another for life.

I took her by her friend's place and waited for a few minutes for her to come back out. She wasn’t long, and then I took her home and dropped her off. When she got out, it was like we were just two friends, and she said she would txt me later. After she got out, I saw a big wet spot on the leather of my front seat, where my cum finally had started making its way back from the top of her head  She had to have left a wet spot at her friends place if she sat down and her black leggings had to be a mess if she spread her legs.

To say that I was nervous for a while is an understatement. For one thing, I was worried again about my dick falling off, and secondly that I would be getting a txt that she was pregnant. Luckily, neither of those things happened. She did txt me fairly regularly, wanting money for this and that. I did give her a little money over the next week or so, mainly to make sure no full craziness came out and so I could stay in contact, waiting to learn that I was not going to be a dad.

Over the next few weeks, we txted, and I asked her when her next shift was at the club. She couldn’t work that week because she was having her period (thank God) but was going to be on the schedule after that. I stayed away from that club for a while and started to respond to fewer and fewer txt messages until they stopped. I eventually went back to that club a month or two later, and she no longer worked there.

I was really stupid, barebacking her not just at the club but doing it again at the hotel. I really can’t believe I got lucky and didn’t catch something, or worse, got her pregnant. It wasn’t the last time I did something stupid, but I never met a stripper outside the club again after that. I had a couple of chances, but I think they wanted a relationship. I’ll post about those later.