(M/F) Afternoon with stripper turned hooker | 2016

This is a true story. It happened a number of years ago, but it is burned into my mind for all time.

I went to the strip club on a Saturday afternoon.

I usually go to these places by myself - my purpose in going is all about finding a dancer who will give me very physical dances. For me this is best achieved on my own.

Saturday afternoons are usually pretty quiet, but you still get a decent crop of dancers who want to be there once Saturday night comes around.

I saw my stripper slut as soon as I walked in, dancing on one of the stages. She matched the criteria of what I was looking for - young, thin, blonde, leggy. And one of the most striking things about her was the g-string she was wearing. About half of it going diagonally across her crotch was transparent. It caught the eye to say the least.

I walked directly to her stage after I saw her and offered her a dollar for a stage dance. This is my typical procedure to get a close look at the dancer and to try to get a preview of what her lap dance might be like.

She didn't disappoint. She was even hotter up close and she wasn't shy about touching and rubbing even while on stage. I leaned forward and asked her to find me for a dance when she finished on stage.

When she completed her obligatory stage dances, she did make a bee line for me where I was sitting on one of the couches.

She sat on my lap and we chatted for a few minutes while we waited for the current song to end.

When the next song started, she began her lap dance.

She was all over me. As an experienced lap dance customer, I know what to look for. A veteran best practice for lap dances is to go without underwear and to wear the thinnest pants you can get away with. That's how I was dressed that afternoon. She immediately began to grind her pussy against my cock through my pants. She methodically and repeatedly let her hands wander to my cock and lightly urged my hard on. She pressed her breasts against my mouth and gave no protest as I licked her nipples.

In short, she gave a great lap dance.

I let her keep going for a few more songs before we took a break. That's when it got really interesting.

We were going through some mindless small talk when she finally got to the point: she told me that she was desperate for money. She propositioned me. In a nut shell, she offered me sex for money.

She told me that another customer earlier had suggested that she give him a blow job in his truck in the parking lot. She didn't think that was a good idea.

I kept getting dances from her. The dances got more and more physical. She was rubbing my cock almost constantly. She would pull her panties to the side and guide my hand between her legs. She was wet.

The situation was incredibly hot. This attractive almost completely naked young girl was practically fucking me right there in the club. She stuck her tongue in my mouth and in my ear. Her beasts seemed to never leave my mouth. I was drunk on the sensuality of the moment.

Finally I suggested that we leave the club and go somewhere else. She suggested a motel nearby. We agreed on a price. Negotiating sex for money with a stripper is incredibly hot.

I had to wait for her outside the club for like 20 minutes. It turned out that she had to make up an excuse to leave her shift early and it took her awhile.

I followed her in my car to the motel. I went to the office to arrange for a room.

We walked into the room together and my heart was racing. Just the act of walking into the room together, knowing we were going in there so I could use her body in exchange for money . . . This happened years ago but I still get hard just thinking about it.

We were both nervous. Neither of us really knew how to start. After I gave her the agreed upon cash, I was standing with my back against one of the walls and she was standing facing me. She stepped closer and asked me what I wanted her to do. I finally overcame my nervousness . . . And told her to get on her knees. She did as she was told.

She was tentative at first, but she finally undid my pants and took out my cock. She licked me for a bit and then took me into her mouth. She moved her mouth up and down on my cock and really started to get into it, moaning.

We did that for awhile and then moved to the bed. After a few moments we were both naked. I French kissed her for a bit while feeling her body, and slid my hand up her smooth thighs and started playing with her clit and fingering her. I could tell she was enjoying it from her panting and moaning. She used her hand on my cock while I explored her.

I rolled onto my back and guided her down between my legs so she could suck my dick some more. Then she dropped another bomb on me.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

I hadn't planned on actually penetrating her. I didn't have any condoms and I was content with some heavy petting and a blow job.

But then she started telling me about her girlfriend. She told me that she was bisexual and that she was living with a serious girlfriend. Apparently she was having trouble coming up with her part of the rent, and that was the source of her desperate financial need that led to my cock in her mouth for money.

She started telling me about how long it had been since she'd been fucked by a guy . . . and how tight her pussy was as a result.

Clearly this girl wanted me to fuck her. And my resolve was weakening.

I was on a bed in a seedy hotel, naked, with a hot stripper, also naked, between my legs with my cock in her mouth, telling me how tight her pussy was to convince me to fuck her, bareback.

I'm not saying it was the best decision I ever made, but I think it's at least understandable.

I rolled her over on her back and got on top of her but didn't penetrate her. We kissed deeply and continued the heavy mutual petting.

When we came up for air, I looked her in the eye. My hard cock was rubbing over the top of her super wet pussy. I said, "Should I?"

She looked at me and said, "I think you should try me. I think it will be really good."

Sigh. What the fuck would you have done?

I positioned my cock at the entrance to her cunt. I never stopped looking her in the eyes. I slowly pressed my cock into her. Her mouth opened and she gasped. "Slow, slow . . ."

I could tell it was painful for her at first. And she was tight as fucking fuck. But she was responding to me. Moving her ass and her legs under me, working me deeper into her. After a few moments any pain she had been feeling gave way to pleasure. She was moaning like . . . well like a whore.

We fucked for awhile. Me on top of the naked stripper turned hooker, her legs spread under me, her incredibly tight and wet pussy sliding over my cock like a warm, wet silk glove.

She (wisely) asked me not to cum in her. At least we kept our heads enough to avoid that mistake.

When I couldn't take it anymore, I pulled out and came about as hard as I've ever cum in my life all over that slut's tits and tummy.

We laid there in post-coital bliss for a few minutes and finally got up and got dressed.

So that's my story. It was truly one of the most erotic experiences of my life and one that I will never forget.

It was incredible how intoxicating it was to be propositioned by this desperate girl, to negotiate the price of her pussy, and then to go with her to a hotel and fuck her. It still makes me shudder.