I went to the strip club during the daytime again yesterday. This time it was great. I only saw a few of the girls that were there last week, so it was nice to see some fresh faces. Amazingly, this time there were only a couple of girls there with fake tits. All the other girls had nice small natural tits. I was in heaven!
As usual, I let about a half hour go by, maybe ten songs, to give the ladies a chance to make the rounds and complete the circuit. As I've mentioned before, I like to get a good sampling of who's there that day so I can pick my lap dance wisely. I figure if I'm going to pay for some attention, it might as well be from a woman who wouldn't regularly give me the time of day. Half the fun at the club for me is getting to talk to such gorgeous ladies.
After about a half hour of ladies paraded across the stage, I set my sights on two dancers to make my choice. They both had incredibly smooth skin, nice proportional hips, and the little B-cups that I love so much. Most of the time, I'll let them know I'm interested by coming up to the stage, getting a little booty shake, tits in my face, a leg spread, then tuck a dollar under her g-string. If I know she's the one, I'll tuck a fiver and say, "come talk to me." Out of the two that I had narrowed out, of course I went for the younger one, but not only because of that, you see, this girl could dance! She had rhythm and moves, and best of all, she could do the splits like there was no tomorrow.
It can safely be said that any man with a hint of hetero goes nuts for a woman who can do the splits.
I ended up getting six songs from her. All at once. After the first song I was like, "don't stop" and then by the fourth song I knew she could make me come. She had unbuttoned my shirt, was fingering my chest hair, pinching my nipples. She let me tuck my thumbs under her g-string as she grinded her pussy into my throbbing bulge. She did back bends, the splits on my cock, teased me with her lips just a breath away from mine, all the while I could feel the pressure building.
Halfway through the last song I unloaded bursts of hot cum into my pants. I was lucky that I had been tucked a bit to the side, because with my shirt open, if I had been sticking straight up I would have come all over her. I would have preferred that, but I'm sure it would have caused a scene, probably ending in the bouncers beating me to a pulp.
Her perfume was so strong that even after I got home, washed my clothes and took a shower, I could still smell it on me. Sleeping throughout the night last night, her smell mingled with my imagination, and I dreamt of sweet summer days with my new 19-year-old stripper girlfriend. Sometimes you just don't want to wake up!
As usual, I let about a half hour go by, maybe ten songs, to give the ladies a chance to make the rounds and complete the circuit. As I've mentioned before, I like to get a good sampling of who's there that day so I can pick my lap dance wisely. I figure if I'm going to pay for some attention, it might as well be from a woman who wouldn't regularly give me the time of day. Half the fun at the club for me is getting to talk to such gorgeous ladies.
After about a half hour of ladies paraded across the stage, I set my sights on two dancers to make my choice. They both had incredibly smooth skin, nice proportional hips, and the little B-cups that I love so much. Most of the time, I'll let them know I'm interested by coming up to the stage, getting a little booty shake, tits in my face, a leg spread, then tuck a dollar under her g-string. If I know she's the one, I'll tuck a fiver and say, "come talk to me." Out of the two that I had narrowed out, of course I went for the younger one, but not only because of that, you see, this girl could dance! She had rhythm and moves, and best of all, she could do the splits like there was no tomorrow.
It can safely be said that any man with a hint of hetero goes nuts for a woman who can do the splits.
I ended up getting six songs from her. All at once. After the first song I was like, "don't stop" and then by the fourth song I knew she could make me come. She had unbuttoned my shirt, was fingering my chest hair, pinching my nipples. She let me tuck my thumbs under her g-string as she grinded her pussy into my throbbing bulge. She did back bends, the splits on my cock, teased me with her lips just a breath away from mine, all the while I could feel the pressure building.
Halfway through the last song I unloaded bursts of hot cum into my pants. I was lucky that I had been tucked a bit to the side, because with my shirt open, if I had been sticking straight up I would have come all over her. I would have preferred that, but I'm sure it would have caused a scene, probably ending in the bouncers beating me to a pulp.
Her perfume was so strong that even after I got home, washed my clothes and took a shower, I could still smell it on me. Sleeping throughout the night last night, her smell mingled with my imagination, and I dreamt of sweet summer days with my new 19-year-old stripper girlfriend. Sometimes you just don't want to wake up!
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