She crashed a bachelor party | 2016

Brother's bachelor party. We were in a bus, going from bar to bar in a local college town. Being the best man, I proffered the suggestion for the next stop: 1) We can go to Strip Club A: The girls are way hotter, there's more of them, and it's a much nicer environment. However, the bouncers are vigilant and they don't serve drinks. Strip Club B: It's a bit farther away, but you can basically get away with whatever you want, and the girls are a lot more... giving. Strip Club B it is. On the way, I'm texting with an old friend from college. Just kind of innocently flirting. "You should come crash the party!" Is the general theme for most of the day. But now - on our way to the titty bar - she's home and bored. "OK. I'll meet you there in 20."

Holy shit.

We arrive and get off the bus. She's in the parking lot. She's wearing a short white dress and looks fucking beautiful. She's got a tight body with perfect curves and a look in her eyes like she's up to no good. I give her a hug and tell her it's good to see her. It's been a while. Let's go in.

There's a cover but I take care of it. We go up to the bar and I order two blue moons. We start with the small talk. A few minutes later a beautiful tight brunette approaches and tells her she looks like she needs a dance. I agree. She asks her to run to the bathroom to freshen up while we work out the details. She obliges.

The dancer and I discuss what's ahead. I say "I'm game with whatever. Just let me watch." "Done."

We head back and I sit down on a bench next to her and the dancer pulls her top down and starts grinding on her lap. She tells her how beautiful she is. Then -- "can I play with your boobs?"

"Sure..."

And she starts reaching down the top of her dress. "Oh. C'mon --- that dress is just in the way" I utter. In agreement, she pulls her dress straps off and pulls her top down. Her breasts are fucking amazing. The dancer leans in, rubbing them, and then sucking on her perfect nipples. I'm sitting there getting more and more excited. The dancer tells her how beautiful she is, and I echo the sentiment. She is clearly enjoying this.

My hands are getting a bit more adventurous. While she's being groped and kisses and felt, my hands are running up her legs between her thighs. Eventually the dancer is leaning forward, making out with her and I'm pulling her panties to the side. She's wet. She's beautifully wet. I rub my fingers across her clit, and then slide two inside of her, curling up to rub her G spot. She moans. The dancer gives me a sly glance.

Now I've locked eyes with her. She leans in. We kiss. Our tongues intertwine. Her hands reach over and make their way up my leg to my pulsing shaft. The dancer helps. She reaches down and unbuttons my pants.

I'm all over her. Her breasts are in my mouth and my fingers are exploring deep inside her. I kiss up her neck and whisper in her ear -- I need to taste you. Her moan assents. I kiss down her body, between her thighs. I slide her panties down and off her legs and work my way back up. Now she's lying down on the bench and I am between her thighs. My tongue flicks across her clit, back and forth, up and down. Her breathing becomes heavier. She grabs the back fo my head.

At this point, the dancer is there encouraging us. Telling us how hot this is. Rubbing her clit and taking off what little she has on. My tongue is moving faster and faster - side to side and up and down. She is breathing heavier and heavier.

I feel her hands tighten on my hair. She starts to scream. "Oh god! oh God!" she shudders while she comes. She pushes my face into her pussy, begging for more. As she climaxes, she pulls my head back, looks into my face, and commands: FUCK ME.

I don't need to be asked twice. I stand and the dancer pulls off my pants and boxers. She leans in and starts sucking me. She pulls the dancer off by the hair. She looks her in the eye and sternly says "that's mine."

She grabs me by the head of my cock and guides me toward her dripping wet pussy. I slide my cock inside of her, and she gasps as I thrust fully inside her. The dancer, obviously outsideof her job duties, is clearly turned on. She reaches back and grabs my balls, and whispers in my ear - "Fuck her good. Fuck her hard."

I thrust harder and harder while she moans and moans. She gets louder and louder and I'm confident everyone in the club can hear me fucking her. I don't care. The dancer is kissing my neck and grabbing her perfect tits. I have her silky thighs wrapped around me while I'm fucking her deeper and deeper.

I pull out. I grab her throat and lean in a kiss her deeply. I tell her to turn over. She obliges. Her ass. Holy shit her ass. It's more than I can handle. The dancer grabs my cock, and guides it into her pussy from behind. I thrust. Harder and harder. Faster and faster. She is begging for more. Her breathing is harder and more urgent. I feel her hands reach behind her and grasp my balls while the dancer is kissing my neck.

Our thrusts grow more fervent. Faster and harder until it is clear we are going to come. I tell her as much. She tells me to fill her. I oblige. I grab her as while my cock throbs, shooting my cum inside her. I pull her hair back and she screams in ecstasy.

I pull out. She rolls over. I kiss her softly, and she stares into my eyes. The dancer, sitting up, simply says "...holy shit...". I tell her we cannot let it be so long until the next time.