Taking home the stripper | 2016

I'd been to this strip club, in a city away from home I visited regularly on business, several times before. I was almost a regular. It was an easy-going place, not so much hustle and glam as some of the bigger clubs. And your mileage in a lapdance could vary a lot depending on the girl.

Well this night I found I was getting great dances off Bianca. She was friendly and sexy and thin with great tits, and she wasn't afraid of rubbing me in all the places that mattered. She made a whole stack of money off me, and was glad to since the club was pretty dead otherwise. I'm sure I made her rent.

So she hung around me even when I wasn't getting dances. I bought her a few drinks, we got friendly, and she started getting quite relaxed. She was bored and horny, she said. She wanted to have some fun. She wanted her shift to be over.

She asked if I wanted her that night. I said fuck yes, but I didn't have any more money to spend. She said she'd already gotten enough money, she just wanted some sex.

I said I was OK with that.

She whispered her phone number to me. I went to the bathroom and texted her my hotel address. I hung around with her until the club shut, and left. I caught a taxi for the short ride to my hotel. As I got out, another taxi rolled up right behind. Bianca jumped out, squealed, ran down the sidewalk to me, embraced me and give me a big, deep kiss.

I wasted no time getting her inside. Luckily it's a pretty swanky hotel, and I ordered her some room service, as she was hungry after her shift.

But it didn't take long to get down to it. She really was horny, and I was out of my mind. We started undressing but I hadn't even properly gotten my shirt off when she'd pulled down my pants and gotten her mouth around my cock. We fell in a twisting heap, half on the bed, half off, bodies angled to suck and slide and grope each other.

I got most of her clothes off; I'd already seen her body, obviously, but being able to touch it was electric.

I wanted to lick her pussy, but she said she wasn't fond of that. What she was fond of was being fucked from behind. So I put her on all fours on the bed, kneeled to slide into her cunt, grabbed her ass, and slammed her hard. She was so tight, so hot.

We rolled over and I put her on top; oddly, she said she wasn't that fond of this either, that it rarely worked for her. I didn't push it, and let her have a short go and then roll off. I got my hands in there, rubbing her clit and fingering her, to make sure that she got off in all this. I knew I wouldn't be long.

I flipped her on her back, spread her legs wide...god, so wide, those stripper moves are gold for flexibility. And I fucked her like it was my last fuck ever. I grabbed her, getting rougher, and she responded. I started calling her a slut, a whore, and she really got into it. She asked me to slap her, hard: I did.

It was no use, I couldn't hold back after that. I thrust a few more times, pulled out, and came all over her tits and stomach, then collapsed, spent.

She admitted that no one had ever had the guts to talk dirty to her before, to call her a slut during sex, and that she really enjoyed it. I said I was more than happy to help her with that.

She stayed to finish her food, and then kissed me good night and left.

I went back to that club on a subsequent visit but found out that she'd been caught overstaying her visa and had returned overseas. Dammit.