Never written a post before, first time today, so feel free to chime in, please speak up with positives and negatives, I promise to be open minded.
(i)
This isn’t the first time I’ve been on strip club.
I’ve always lived a good life under the watchful eye of my girlfriend and my family (actually, it’s not that much of an exaggeration, it’s just that I spend most of my time with them at ). No one knew that I had hundreds of megabytes of pictures and pornography on my computer… or that my favorite things were women with big, beautiful, tall breasts…
And no one knew that once every month or two, I would go to a strip club to look at foreigners’ big boobs when I was in night school (and sometimes I would skip school)…
To be honest, it was very pleasurable… but I had never hooked up with any of these women. I always swallowed my saliva and said, “Its OK, Im cool, may be next t ime.” when they came over with their big tits and asked me if I wanted to go to the VIP-room for a one-on-one in private.
Simply put, one-on-one is too expensive. I’d rather save my money for computer upgrades… students… That said, if these dancers really have the kind of bodies and faces that I can’t help but look at, I’d really consider it.
Stepping into a club for the first time killed me! I sat in the seat closest to the stage and watched a naked woman less than 30 centimeters away from you spreading her fingers across her pussy… My dick was so engorged that it could have been used as a hammer… When I got home, I remembered these moments and beat them up three times in a row.
The second time around there was no longer this stimulation, strangely enough. The dick didn’t even bother to lift its head.
However, there will always be a time when you will want to visit and hopefully see a sex goddess who actually has huge tits and is tall.
I’m not that short, and I don’t know why I’m so attracted to such “strong women”. There’s an American porn star named Kimberly Kupps, who I imagine could probably produce more sperm than the population of the continent. She’s a GG, 5’11”.
Anyway, I’ve fantasized about having sex with such girls for a long, long time.
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Not really in the mood for class today, I decided to go to one I hadn’t been to before and had to take a bus five blocks away.
Habitually, he heads for the first seat in front of the stage where the average man is embarrassed, yet ha-ha-ha-ha to take the top seat.
A black pearl is removing the last of her clothing to reveal a clean shaven pussy. The club was on the edge of the city center and the dancer seemed shy. She’s never been very brave about showing her pussy face to face but it’s not so much a trick tease as it is a genuine fear of being shy, which you’d have to be an expert like me to see.
Before the tune was nearly over, she turned as if she’d been pardoned and headed for the cloth curtain – which appeared to be the dancers’ entry and exit room.
Suddenly the music shifted and a shadow with quite fleshy arms appeared vaguely behind the curtain, as if bending over to check her shoes, then squeezing her breasts with both hands. The curtain lifted and out stepped a blonde-haired, blue-eyed girl about five foot eight.
Plump lips, high nose, large eyes, round face… Her ass and waist were about as flabby as Mariah Carey’s when she was plump, my favorite figure. The legs were long and thick in just the right proportion to her figure. They weren’t so thin that they looked like the runway models in the media, which I hate, they looked like bamboo poles.
In short, the first feeling is: if you do not add the breasts but only on the body, in the eyes of women, she is not comparable to the rival, in the eyes of men, she is the highest grade of succulent beef.
Looking upwards, I stopped breathing.
Those tits were covered by the strapless jumpsuit, but it was obvious that no bra was worn. A woman without strength wouldn’t dare to dress like that, as the clothing would ironically slip off due to the lack of support from the big grandma.
And with her dress clinging to her flesh, her perky breasts and fat ass were crying out for attention. Immediately raising my gun in salute I gently picked at my own horse’s eye through my pants. The saliva in my mouth was getting dry.
Because of her height (about 175, I think), she wasn’t like the other dancers who twirled around on the iron trunks or slowly slid down after a climb upwards. She just twists and turns, slowly spinning in circles, walking on stage to the music, and then keeps winking at the customers, squeezing her big tits and fat ass with both hands.
I’m looking forward to the second song, as the first one they are not taking off and aiming to warm up the crowd first.
By the second song, she gradually pulled down the top of her jumpsuit and I saw the most majestic tits ever.
All of a sudden I just wanted to shove my head in there, lick it, rub it… It was so plump that it sagged slightly from the weight, like two big watermelons, but softly swaying from side to side with the pace… It was natural and silicone-free… I liked it… I don’t need to tell you the rest of the song. After the song ended I started waiting for her to come out from backstage to peddle one-on-one.
As I write this I’ve been unable to stop and take a shot, and I’m in a total mood after firing (normal).
(ii)
It’s strong again! Continue right away! ….
After waiting half a day for her to come out, the stage had already changed to two short, fat dancers with big tits (not as big as hers, of course).
It wasn’t until the next dancer came on stage that she gracefully appeared in her jumpsuit and started recommending herself to the guests from seat to seat. I followed her like a peeping tom (in this kind of occasion no one notices you on the one hand, and on the other hand the lighting is really dim, so I was actually looking at her in a big way, but she couldn’t notice).
I’ve been offered several girls in the gap, and I know the rules of the game here – ten dollars to jump on the spot, you’re not allowed to touch them. Twenty dollars to jump upstairs and have your upper body touched and played with.
She walked around with no business and went to right behind me and hooked up with a bald old man in his 60s or 70s with glasses. The bald old man giggled and nodded, and I knew I was in for a treat.
Immediately following the next song, she moved a chair and sat down in front of the old man, nonchalantly resting her feet in his lap. The hem was lifted and she just played with her pussy for his viewing pleasure.
I moved to their right to watch, pretending to be interested in the adult movie on the TV to their left, but never taking my eyes off her.
The old man’s hand is very uneasy, hectare forward to touch her calves, and then touch on the thighs. She didn’t object and smiled lewdly, occasionally grabbing her nipples to touch the old man’s face. The old man tried to lick them, but she flicked her tongue away. She smiled and shook her head, her papaya tits bobbing…
I see all of this in my eyes and cool in my brother.
She then turned around, bent over and spread her big ass with her hands with her back to the old man. The distance between the old man’s face and her pussy was about 20 centimeters, and the old man unknowingly crawled his hands up her plump ass, she shook it and immediately turned back around with a smile and put the old man’s hands back on her knees.
This kind of teasing really gets my blood pumping. I wish the old man was me and I was the old man.
Suddenly she spotted me and smiled at me.
I looked back at her, knowing she would come to me after the dance.
I started thinking about spending the money, ten dollars I had, but jumping like that just wasn’t cool enough. Twenty would be touching, but not firing, my dick would explode.
When the song was over, the old man couldn’t get enough of it and put his mouth over her ear and said a few words, and she bit back her ear a little bit (in fact, if you don’t bite your ear you can’t hear each other speak at all, the music is very loud).
The dancers ask you to dance by biting your ear, blowing on it as they do so… Marvelous… She stood up and looked at me again, and of course I looked back. Of course I looked back. Of course she bent down, took my hand and asked me.
“Would you like to dance?” Very heavy European accent.
“How much?” I had no words, in fact the market was known to me.
She told it like it was.
I asked her, “Can we go deeper?”
She looked at me and giggled, “No, no sex!”
I was determined: “I’ll pay you 100 bucks!” I really wanted to fuck her.
“I’m sorry, I don’t deal in sex…”
Couldn’t talk about it so I had to let her go. Touched her bare arm and squeezed her hand before she left. She left with a smile on her face. Shit…
I was a bit bored and sat back on my “throne” to watch the show on stage.
Suddenly, in a flash of inspiration, I remembered that I could take photographs, and I could say that I was a photographer for so-and-so magazine and wanted to get her as a model.
Finding her, I asked her to sit next to me. She seemed a little impatient.
After making my request, her eyes lit up. But when I asked her for her phone number she shook her head: “Sisters are often cheated, I can’t leave my phone number for you. It’s not that I don’t believe in you, so leave yours with me and I’ll let you know, okay?”
I didn’t know what to expect, not having any experience with this kind of scamming I had actually gotten pretty weak. Left my cell phone with her, not thinking in my heart that she would CALL me.
Just go home.
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Thanks for the encouragement, it’s kinda fun to write!
After a couple days back home, I had almost forgotten about it. Little did I know that she would wake me from my sleep early in the morning a week later.
“Hello! I’m Nicole!”
“HUH?” half-asleep, I was half-awake from last night’s video game until the wee hours of the morning.
“I heard you say you’re a photographer for a magazine, I’m free for the next couple days so I can talk to you.” That bitch!
The stance is not too high!
But my breath caught at the thought of her big tits and fat ass.
“Good! I’ll pick you up now.”
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The crotch of his pants was already pitching a tent as he thought about her body along the way.
When I arrived at the appointed eatery, I saw her sitting there from a distance. She wasn’t dressed to impress, probably because she was a bit vain in her profession. But she was really tall and had big breasts, so she attracted a lot of attention. She was open to men’s lecherous glances. She would even give a winking smile. Another professional habit.
Walking up to her to say hello, she puts on a cold face again. I was a little upset, I guess if it wasn’t for the fact that I was of use she wouldn’t have given a shit about me. Again, it smacked of racial discrimination. I gradually started to get upset with her.
During the conversation, she kept winking at the middle-aged foreign man next to me. When it came to asking her to be my model, she raised her voice an octave (I lied to her that I was a Chinese magazine looking for a white actress for the cover and inside pages, without taking off her clothes).
The more I get to know this woman the more I hate her and would love to fix her up but don’t know how.
It kept coming up about work permits and I told her that any mod has to have a work permit to have a conversation. I didn’t expect her face to change. After a while of stammering, she said she hadn’t gotten her license yet. I knew she was lying!
I had a plan in mind, “It’s okay! I’ll figure it out!”
She finally gave me her contact number and address before we parted ways and seemed to believe me.
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After calculating for a long time and thinking of all the possible situations and countermeasures, I drove to her house in the middle of the night two days later to “step on the plate”.
She lives in the ghetto and I look out the window and see her roommate, obviously traveling with her and even earning more than her because I see a middle-aged man on top of her writhing. They all spoke European languages and so did this man. She was screaming with pleasure, “mmmmmmmm…”. Within two minutes the man was disarmed.
The man dropped two bills and walked away without looking back with his pants pulled up. I, on the other hand, was able to capture the living show with my infrared camera.
That was my first plan – now that I had her address, there was no reason not to make some money out of it!
(to be continued)