*Chapter 2: Ron’s Stripper Fantasy*
March 1st fell on a Monday and my alarm went off at 6AM as usual. I stretched and got out of bed and stumbled to the shower to start my day. I was unusually horny this morning because Ron and I had an amazing sexual experience last week and agreed to fulfill each other’s fantasies on a monthly basis. He got odd months and I got even months. We agreed that on the first of each month we would give each other a letter outlining the fantasy the other was to fulfill. Today was the first day of the first month of the game.
Part of me wondered if he would go through with it, but only a small part. I was anxious and found it difficult to concentrate on my daily routine of work not knowing when I might get his letter. We had only been dating a few months and I found the game a thrilling way to get to know him better. I knew about, and fulfilled one of his fantasies that he had never shared with anyone. And I got off on the intimacy and sense of power I felt from sharing a secret of his that only I knew. I hoped that today would allow me to feel that same high I felt then.
I dressed for work and left the house at 7:00 AM. The weather was clear and sunny although it was customarily chilly for a crisp Chicago morning. I walked quickly to my car and made the short commute to the train station where I would catch the 7:20 train downtown to my job at an advertising agency.
I parked and grabbed my purse from the passenger seat and noticed a blue envelope taped to the glove compartment door that I had not noticed before. I froze for a moment staring at the envelope wondering how Ron must have gotten it inside my locked car. I plucked the envelope off the dash and held it, feeling that at any moment it would evaporate and that I would realize that I had only fantasized its presence. I was vaguely aware of my excitement and despite the cold; I was sweating slightly and had familiar butterflies in my stomach.
I put the envelope in my purse and hurried to my train. The train was not crowded and I was able to secure a seat to myself on the second deck of the train. I sat all the way in the back and my mind wandered often to the letter. Did I dare open it now?
After a few minutes curiosity got the better of me and I found myself taking the letter in my hands. There were no markings on the outside to identify it as anything special. I laughed silently to myself thinking, “What if it’s not from Ron? Wouldn’t you feel ridiculous?”
Suddenly I felt an uncontrollable urge to open the letter. I tore the top off and slid out a single piece of paper with handwriting I immediately recognized as Ron’s.
Inside was written on small paragraph. It said:
Dear Sara — Thank you for thinking of this game. I love the idea of sharing my fantasies with you, but I am also afraid of how you may react to some of my sexual desires. I hope you find this as exciting as I do, but I understand if you don’t wish to go through with this. Please remember these are just fantasies and I would not do anything to hurt you, but since you did ask I have decided to be completely honest with you. Anyway enough of the BS. One of my deepest fantasies is to fuck a stripper. I have had this fantasy since my first trip to a strip club when I was 18. I will let you decide if you really want to go through with this.
I read and reread his letter, vaguely aware that I was tingling with desire. I was not sure how to react to this fantasy and immediately pictured Ron fucking some sleazy whore that danced naked for money.
I found myself aroused rather than appalled at the idea, but I was not sure how to make this fantasy happen for him. It would take some thought. My train arrived at work in record time, or so it seemed. My mind kept wandering to strippers and Ron. I had no idea how to make this happen, but I knew who would. I had thirty days. This would be fun.
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I began my day with a phone call to my friend Michelle. Michelle is what I call my wild child friend. She has been around, and passed around and is definitely not afraid to admit it. If anyone would know how to make this happen, it would be her. I dialed her direct line and she answered on the third ring.
I told her that I needed to see her and would buy her lunch today. She said sure, but asked me if I was ok. I told her I was fine and needed her advice about something personal. She giggled and asked me if it was about my new boy toy. She must have been able to hear my blush, because she just cackled and told me to meet her downtown at her office at noon.
At 11:45 I was waiting for her in the lobby of her building. She emerged from the elevator with a handsome man in his mid 40’s. Michelle is 27 years old and so gorgeous that she has been chased by men all of her life since puberty. She is 5′ 10″ tall, skinny with long blond hair and 36C tits. Her complexion is perfect and she has an outgoing, self effacing personality that makes her a great friend. She is very open minded and the most sexual person I have ever known.
She waved to me and pecked the man on the cheek dismissively and headed my way. We hugged cordially and I asked her who her friend was.
“Just the flavor of the month, hun,” she said as she smiled coyly. “He’s a trader downtown who deals in oil futures; and if how he drills me is any indication of his trading skills, he will be a millionaire in six months.”
I laughed at her entendre and told her I knew I picked the right friend to talk to.
“Oh my now I am curious,” she said and we went across the street to a Mexican restaurant that served authentic food and awesome frozen Margaritas. I never drank at lunch, but after Michelle ordered a Grande Margarita, I felt that one probably be appropriate for this discussion.
After our drinks were served and we both had a long pull on the short straws of our drinks, Michelle turned to me and said, “Okay spill it. How is Ron, and what has your panties in such a knot that you are drinking on a Monday?.”
I laughed and blushed at the same time. Leave it to Michelle to be blunt. I turned to her after another sip of the Margarita and proceeded to tell her all about Ron and The Game we had invented. I told her all about the blowjob I had given him; the tapes I had found, and the cum bath he gave me; and the game it inspired.
When I was done, Michelle stared at me with her mouth hanging open for about ten seconds and said, “Damn girl that is fucking HOT. I can’t believe I never thought of something like that. Ron must agree with you. You are getting sex crazy, and it’s about time if I may say so.”
We laughed again together, and if felt good to share some of these feelings I have been having with a friend that understood me. Of course Michelle being Michelle had to have all of the dirty details (i.e. the size of his cock, how much he came, if I liked it, etc).
When I was done, I explained to her that we had decided to make The Game a monthly event. Her eyes sparkled at this news and she seemed to drink in every detail as I explained to her that even months were mine and odd months were Ron’s. She immediately checked the date on her watch and saw that it was March 1st.
“So did he tell you his fantasy yet?” she asked anxiously.
I smiled and slowly reached into my purse, torturing her, as I extracted the single piece of paper from my purse. She immediately snatched it out of my hand and I had another drink from my Margarita as her eyes raced over the words on the page.
When she was done she handed the paper back to me with a look of concern on her face. “Well he certainly has raised the bar with this one hasn’t he? So what do you think about all this?”
I was confused by her reaction expecting her to be all for this adventure, but perhaps if I had offended Michelle I should rethink this whole game. “Er well I am kind of excited by the idea actually,” I stammered wondering if maybe I had made a horrible mistake in telling her this. She could think I was crazy or a freak. I never expected her reaction to be negative.
Immediately her complexion changed and she beamed at me. “Really?” she asked. “Holy shit that’s great. I thought you wanted me to help you get out of this game of yours.”
“Well actually I was hoping you could give me some advice on how to make it come true for him.” I replied feeling the relief flow into me.
Michelle squealed with delight. “Fuck yeah I’ll help you. I think this is the hottest thing I have ever heard of a woman doing for a man.” She immediately picked up her cell phone and pushed speed dial. After a few seconds someone answered and Michelle spoke quickly into her phone, “Hi Sally, this is Michelle. Listen I have a bit of a personal emergency and I am taking the today and tomorrow off. Please tell Rick. Thanks.”
She hung up and handed me the phone and told me to call my office and tell them I’m sick or something. I stared at her stunned; not expecting this to happen so fast. I took the phone from her but hesitated dialing. “What are you doing?” I asked.
“Helping you to find a stripper to fuck your boyfriend of course,” she said smiling at me, and motioning me to start dialing.
“Today?” I asked stunned again.
“Hell yeah babe. I could not work anymore today if I wanted to. And neither could you and you know it. Make the call and let’s get this show on the road. And don’t worry you will be back day after tomorrow.”
I shook my head in disbelief, but found myself calling into work for the first time in two years. Michelle lay 25 dollars on the table for our drinks and lunch and was putting on her coat by the time I hung up.
I put my coat on and followed her out the door not knowing what the hell was going on, but feeling very excited at this turn of events. We crossed the street and went down a set of stairs into the parking garage. I got into her car and we pulled into light mid afternoon traffic. She headed south on Lake Shore and got on the Stevenson Expressway.
Finally I asked her, “Where the hell are we going Michelle?”
She looked at me grinning like the devil and said, “St. Louis.”
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Six hours later we were crossing the Mississippi River into St. Louis. I ogled at the size of the arch framed against a partly cloudy sky that I had previously only seen in pictures. I had questioned Michelle at length about the nature of this unscheduled trip, but she had only told me that it would be more exciting for me to just go with the flow.
This frustrated me, but she was right. My imagination was running wild with possible scenarios.
She directed the car off of the expressway and into an upscale hotel’s valet lane. We got out and she handed the keys to the bellman. We each grabbed our overnight bag that we had hastily packed and checked in.
Our room was very elegant with two queen sized beds. Michelle began unpacking and told me to do the same. She told me to relax it was going to be a few hours. I was dying of curiosity, but did not pursue questioning her anymore. I unpacked as she suggested as she ordered a bottle of wine from room service. She immediately stripped to a pair of panties and a t-shirt and lounged on the bed closest to the window channel surfing on TV.
I smiled at her lay on the bed adjacent to hers. The wine came and she answered the door in her underwear. After signing she returned to the room with two glasses giggling, “I think the room service guy approves of my ass.”
I laughed with her and we enjoyed the wine and caught up on some events of our lives, not talking about the one thing I was dying to know. What was coming next? What had she planned? Had she planned anything? What was she up to?
After another bottle of wine and a club sandwich again from room service I was feeling a bit tipsy, and in an up for anything state of mind. I suspected this is exactly what Michelle was waiting for. She knew me pretty well and I suspected was plying me with alcohol to prepare for the nights festivities. Michelle was still in nothing but panties and a t-shirt and I found myself admiring her long sexy legs. I could see the outlines of her nipples through the t-shirt, and I wondered if she knew she was giving quite a show to the room service people. I also noticed the pronounced absence of any kind of outline of pubic hair. I found myself tingling as I looked at her.
“Jesus get a hold of yourself Sara,” I thought to myself as I caught myself openly staring at her legs, pussy, and tits.
I shook off the moment, and she must have noticed because she looked at me grinning and said, “Would you like to see my ass too?” She immediately turned over and pulled her panties down mooning me briefly and erupted into a howl of laughter.
I was blushing and cringing inside at the thought of her knowing I was almost drooling over her body. I stammered out an apology feeling very self conscious.
She just laughed and said, “Don’t worry about it Sara. I’m flattered. Besides you’re just a bit drunk and horny as hell.” I blushed harder as she finally told me, “Hit the showers babe. We leave in an hour. And no masturbating in there.” I smiled still blushing and rushed to the bathroom.
I exited the shower wrapped in a towel and Michelle was laying clothes out on the bed. I noticed that on my bed were a set of clothes I had never seen before. There was a very tight fitting t-shirt, a blouse with a plunging neckline, a very very short skirt and a pair of thong panties.
She grinned at me and told me that she was dressing me tonight and not to argue. I could not believe that these clothes would fit me. Michelle darted into the bathroom leaving me to dress.
An hour later we departed our room dressed in the sexiest clothes I have ever worn. I was both aroused and self conscious, but another glass of wine tipped the scales more toward aroused. We looked like two sluts ready for a party, and perhaps that is exactly what we were. I still had no idea where we were going.
As we exited the hotel lobby a limo was waiting for us. I was shocked. I knew Michelle made lots of money, but this was crazy. I felt a little bad about her spending this kind of cash on me. When I told her this she waved me away dismissively telling me this is the most fun she has had in years.
I got in the back of the limo and Michelle immediately poured us two stiff drinks from the mini bar. The driver was smiling at us, definitely pleased to be chauffeuring us around rather than their usual dry middle aged business men.
The driver introduced himself as Rick. He was a 20 something black man with broad shoulders and a mischievous smile. He had short hair and was built like a Nubian god. He was in a word “SEXY,” and I wondered if Michelle had also arranged for the driver to be so sexy.
Michelle handed the driver a slip of paper with an address on it. The driver looked at Michelle and then me and then again at the paper. He smiled knowingly and pulled out into traffic.
Two minutes later we were across the river again in the middle of nowhere. I was definitely confused as to why we were heading out of St. Louis. The car ride went on and on down a country road for about 20 minutes until we came into a small town that reminded me of Las Vegas only smaller.
Immediately there were strip clubs on both sides of the road, covered in bright neon. The stark and immediate contrast from dark farmland to neon signs of strip clubs was intense. I stared out the window taking it all in. I had no idea places like this existed.
“Where are we Michelle?” I asked.
She smiled back and said, “Oz baby. I found this place a couple of years ago when I traveled down here on business. The guys wanted to go out and we ended up here.”
I continued to stare out the window with neon signs proclaiming things like, “Live Nude Girls” and “Massage Land.” After a minute, we turned off of the main road and into a dark parking lot behind one of the smaller buildings.
My stomach was doing flip flops at the thought of going into one of these places. Michelle sensed my nervousness and squeezed my hand. The driver opened our door and let us out. He was grinning ear to ear as he saw our short skirts up close and his mind must have been reeling lecherously at the thought of us going inside.
“Be careful ladies,” was all he said.
“Would you like to come in and protect us Rick?” Michelle asked him grinning.
“Are you serious?” he asked obviously torn between professionalism and the thought of going inside with the fun.
Michelle leaned into him closely letting her body almost touch his and whispered into his ear, “Very serious Rick.” And then she did something I will never forget. She quickly licked his earlobe. I would have missed it if I had not been standing right there, but the message it sent was clear.
Rick immediately took off his driver’s jacket and threw it in the passenger seat. “Lead on ladies,” was all he said.
Entering the club was an assault on the senses in every way. The lights were dim and the room was smoky. A bar ran the length of one wall and 6 stages were set up in the center of the room. Disco lights blinked everywhere and the music throbbed through the room. The main stage was at the far end of the building and at the time we walked in a beautiful brunette was dancing in nothing but a g-string as a group of men fed her dollar bills.
The other stages were also filled with women dancing in various states of undress. Loud music blared as a DJ encouraged the guys to get one on one dances in the VIP room. I lit a cigarette (something I rarely do) and followed Michelle to a table off in one corner of the main room.
Rick followed us, but Michelle asked him to sit across from us so that we could talk without being overheard. He was more than happy to sit anywhere we liked. I sat down on a chair and immediately a waitress dressed in stockings and a tight corset asked us what we wanted. Michelle ordered us three vodka tonics.
She was smiling watching my reaction to the new environment. I leaned over and said, “Holy shit this place is crazy.”
“Yep, but wait it gets crazier,” she said.
I watched in amazement as the woman on the stage closest to us stripped off her clothes. She was probably no more than 20 and stunningly beautiful in a slutty way. As the music progressed she slowly revolved around the stage taking off the bikini top that barely contained her tits. She continued to dance, occasionally leaning down to pluck dollar bills from the men surrounding the stage with her boobs.
My mouth was dry and I was mesmerized by the shear sexuality of this woman. I watched her continue to increase the intensity of her dance by spreading her legs for her patrons and touching the tiny triangle of fabric that covered her sex. More money came out of the men as she continued her dance.
Michelle placed her hand on my forearm and squeezed gently. I glanced at her and she too was watching the stripper. She nodded for me to watch her closely. As the song wound down she slowly and teasingly pulled at the strings on her hips that held up her g-string. My mouth fell open as her g-string fell away and she stood completely nude on stage, much to the joy of her male patrons. Rick was drooling. I was mesmerized. And Michelle continued to gently squeeze my forearm.
The stripper lay on her back on the stage rubbing her tits and hard nipples as the music throbbed. Her legs parted and she completely exposed herself to everyone in the room. Her fingers moved lower across her stomach. Her pubic hair was shaved in a perfect heart, and her clit was clearly visible. Her fingers found her clit and worked in small circles. Her hips bucked as dollar bills showered her. As the song began to wind down her body convulsed and shuttered in orgasm.
Rick’s cock was visible through his trousers and my own clit was on fire. My panties were drenched, and I wondered if Michelle was enjoying this as much as me. I glanced to her and saw her rocking on her chair sensuously.
The song ended and my trans was broken as the woman stood up and walked off stage picking clothing but not bothering to put them on. She walked nude through the club and disappeared behind a door in the back of the building.
I looked at Michelle and said the only word I could think of, “Wow.”
She smiled back, “Wow indeed. That was fucking hot.”
“Hell yeah,” Rick concurred.
Ten minutes and a drink later, the woman who we had all just watched masturbate on stage reappeared wearing a new outfit that was just as revealing. She slowly made her way to our table and asked me if I wanted a private dance.
Michelle registered the confusion on my face and whispered in my ear, “Say yes and she will take you to a back room and dance just for you.”
I, of course, knew about this, but didn’t think anyone would dance for me since I was a woman. Now I felt a great deal of emotions. Did I want her to dance for me? Did she like girls? Did I?
Michelle decided for me by taking me by the hand and telling the stripper, “Yes, my friend is shy so we will pay double if you do us both together.”
The stripper smiled and nodded as if this happened all the time and led the way behind a velvet curtain on the other side of the club.
Behind the curtain was another surprise. There were several couches slid into semi-private booths that were open only to one side. In the first two were men sitting reclined while women danced on top of them. On the first couch the stripper was straddling her client while he sucked on her tits. She was completely naked and grinding against his cock as if she were fucking him. He, on the other hand, was completely dressed, but the outline of his hard cock was clearly visible through his pants.
Our stripper, who introduced herself as Crystal, led us to the last booth in the place that was set up as a double sized couch. Michelle and I sat down next to each other, our hips touching as Crystal stood over us. She began to dance and sway and within seconds was completely nude. I was again mesmerized by her. Her tits were firm and soft. Her body was athletic and her pussy was only a few feet from me. I could smell her perfume and it was intoxicating. Michelle held my hand as Crystal moved closer to us.
She first put her left leg on the edge of the couch giving me an up close look at her pussy. She leaned forward rubbing her tits across my face and making purring sounds in my ear. Her hands were on my shoulders and I felt them move down across my own tits and she deftly tweaked my nipples making them rock hard. I was lost in the feeling. My pussy was soaking and Michelle was watching me intently.
She continued to rub her tits all over my body. I was squeezing Michelle’s hand for all I was worth. My pussy was of fire. Slowly she reached down and slid her hand slowly up my skirt, gauging my reaction. Her fingertips grazed my pussy lips through soaked panties. I was squirming against her, both wanting more and shocked at my excitement.
Then she was gone and on to Michelle. I watched her as she continued to dry fuck my best friend, missing the feel of her fingers on my clit. Michelle was not as shy as I was and I watched in shock as she licked crystals nipples. Crystal had her hand under Michelle’s skirt and Michelle was moaning.
Suddenly her eyes rolled back and she squeezed my hand tightly and said, “God Yeah.” I knew she was cumming and I was stunned. I felt so hot and dirty. I loved it and was afraid at my feelings at the same time. And then it was over.
The song ended and Crystal thanked us for a dance and kissed us both on the cheek. Michelle handed her fifty dollars and she was gone. I was still in shock. Michelle took my hand and led me out of the back room and back to our table. Rick was sitting at the stage feeding a nude woman dollar bills.
I did not know how to feel. I had almost had an orgasm with another woman and my best friend. I did not even know Crystal’s last name. Who was I? Did this really just happen?
Michelle leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “Are you ok hun?”
“I’m not sure,” I honestly replied.
“Well just go with this baby. I promise you will regret it for the rest of your life if you don’t,” she said to me.
Instinctively I knew she was right. I smiled at her and on impulse leaned in and kissed her on the lips (another first for me). She kissed me back deeply. Something inside me changed with that kiss and it made me hornier than I have ever been. I let go of all of my inhibition and felt comfortable for the first time tonight. I giggled to myself and ordered another vodka tonic.
Michelle then announced she needed to go to the bathroom. I sat alone for a few minutes drinking my vodka watching the men ogling the strippers and a few ogling me. I flirted appropriately and declined two private dances. I needed a minute to myself.
Michelle came out of the bathroom and on the way back to our table she stopped by the DJ deck. The DJ was a large black man and he had to lean over the edge of the booth to hear her. He nodded after a few minutes and then Michelle left.
As Michelle sat down I leaned into her and asked, “What are you up to?”
She just smiled and said to fasten my seat belt. I sighed at her ambiguity and ordered another drink. Two minutes later the DJ announced that they had a very special treat for the guys. Two amateurs had volunteered to strip with one of the house dancers for an amazing three way strip show on one stage. I noticed that the stages had emptied except the one in the center of the room where Crystal was standing in her g-string clapping.
The DJ continued, “And now straight from the Windy City, the goddesses from table three, Aphrodite and Athena.”
Suddenly the spotlight was blazing in my eyes and I could see nothing but white light. I was stunned. I felt Michelle grab my hand and drag me toward the stage. “No fucking way.” was all I could think. Did Michelle really get me into this. Fuck.
My feet found the two stairs leading up the stage, and I was vaguely aware of men clapping wildly all around me. I still could not see anything and my heart was beating a million miles an hour. I heard Crystal’s voice in my ear as the music started throbbing drowning out much of the screaming men around us. She said, “Relax babe. This is fun. Just start dancing and I will do the rest.”
I could see Michelle to my right and she started swaying her hips in time to the music and moving slowly around the stage. I followed her, imitating her dance as best I could. I saw her strip out of her shirt, exposing her perfect breasts. The crowd gasped as a group and I saw wads of cash being thrown at her feet.
I felt Crystal’s hands on my waist and I turned toward her. She smiled and pulled up my shirt as I instinctively raised my arms above my head to allow her to remove it. Crystal was naked, and I wondered how she had managed to strip all of her clothes off in such a short time. She was so sexy in those bright lights as she stripped off my top exposing me to a full bar of men.
Michelle and Crystal moved me to the center of the stage pulling off my skirt as they went. I was now in nothing but a g-string and feeling incredibly turned on by the men cheering for me. Michelle was naked and I saw her shaved pussy without clothes for the first time. She was spreading herself for some dirty old man for 20 dollars and the thought of her prostituting herself like that both aroused and appalled me.
As the song began to go into its final chorus, Michelle and Crystal kneeled on each side of me. They each grabbed my g-string on the side of my hips and slowly began to pull them down as men showered me with money. I could have cum right then. I felt my panties got to my knees and then my ankles. I stepped out of them and stood naked in a room full of men for the first time in my entire life.
The crowd was going wild and I saw Rick in the back row standing and clapping for both of us. Michelle and Crystal stood next to me after the song ended and we all took a bow to the cheering men. Crystal then led us off stage and into the dressing room.
After we got out of the main room and were back in the dressing room Crystal lit a cigarette and said, “Damn girls where do you two work? We really made some cash tonight.” She proceeded to hand Michelle 500 dollars.
I stammered out that we were from Chicago, but not strippers. She looked at us confused for a minute. “You mean you are civilians?” she asked looking incredulous.
“Yes,” Michelle responded. “Just two girls out on the town, but we are looking for a favor. How about you keep the 500 cash and do us this one favor?”
Crystal now was suspicious but nodded, “Okay, maybe. Tell me about this favor.”
Michelle proceeded to tell her all about the fantasy, the game, and my quest to find a stripper. After two minutes of discussion, Crystal agreed to be my stripper for Ron.
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Fifteen minutes later Michelle and I stepped out of the back entrance of the strip club and into the parking lot. Rick was waiting for us in the limo, and Michelle and I had somehow managed to get our skirts and t-shirts on. We had lost all of our underwear to the crowd, however.
Rick pulled away from the club and I Michelle and I giggle in the backseat. It was 3 AM and I was so horny I was about to explode. I was ready to masturbate and I secretly told Michelle my plan to fuck myself as soon as I got behind the bathroom door.
She smiled at me and said, “Why wait?”
She leaned forward and said, “Rick pull over for a minute would you hun.”
He immediately pulled off the road behind an abandoned convenient store. Rick stepped outside. Michelle leaned over to me and started taking off my shirt. “What are you doing I asked?”
“It’s best to be naked when you masturbate; don’t you think?” she asked with twinkling eyes. “Now strip and get to it.”
She stripped off my t-shirt easily and then pushed me back on the seat and yanked my skirt down and off my feet before I could protest. She took my clothes and stepped outside with Rick.
Less than a minute later the door reopened and Michelle climbed in naked followed by Rick who was also naked. My eyes sprung wide open at the size of Rick’s hard muscles and his equally huge cock. His cock was at least 10 inches long, as big around as my wrist, and hard as a steel bar.
Michelle was giggling and said, “You can masturbate if you like, but I need some big black cock.”
She immediately kneeled in front of Rick who was sitting across from me and started sucking his cock. His eyes rolled back in his head as her mouth enveloped his throbbing member. I watched her and could smell her wet pussy in the closed in space of the back of the limo. I was rubbing my clit fast and hard.
For a minute I realized how surreal the day had become. Twelve hours ago, I never would have even considered something as ridiculous as masturbating in front of my best friend while she blew some stranger we just met. Then I let myself go in the moment and watched Michelle bob on Rick’s cock. She could take it all down her throat and I could see his balls swelling as she moved up and down on him.
Michelle then took her mouth off of him but continued to stroke his cock with her left hand as she leaned back over her shoulder to look at me. “Mmm want to watch him fuck me hun?”
I could only nod. She motioned me to kneel where she was as she climbed on top and straddled him. Her hand could not even close around his cock and I was amazed as she pushed the tip into her wet pussy. I saw her stretch as she moaned and his cock slowly impaled her. Rick was moaning and talking dirty to her as she began to slide up and down on his cock.
I was frigging my clit like crazy. His balls were inches from my face as Michelle rode his thick black pole. Her pussy smelled musky and sweet at the same time. We were all close to cumming and on a whim I leaned forward and sucked on Rick’s balls. He grunted almost immediately and knew he was seconds away from filling Michelle with cum.
She was grunting like an animal as she fucked him. Her wet pussy was slamming up and down on him. With my mouth on his balls while she rode him, her ass was slamming into my face. I leaned back to avoid a broken nose and rubbed his balls with my left hand and slowly slid my index finger of my right hand up Michelle’s ass.
As soon as my finger entered her, she moaned and screamed, “Yeah baby. Fuck my ass while I cum all over this thick black cock. God damn.”
I finger fucked her ass faster and could feel Rick’s cock pumping in her pussy as I rubbed his balls with my other hand. Then she came in a torrent and I could feel her ass grab my finger tightly. His cock was going crazy inside her as his balls contracted and I could feel his hot cum shooting inside her pussy from the finger in her ass. They both cried out together and shook violently.
After they both came I slowly slid my finger out of my friend’s ass and leaned back to watch them. She slowly rose up off of him and I watched as cum oozed out of her slick pussy all over his balls. She leaned back and sat on the floor next to me. “Jesus Sara that was hot.” was all that she said.
She then pushed me onto my back and to my total surprise buried her face in my pussy. I was too horny to protest being eaten by a woman. I was shocked yes, but my need to cum overpowered any inhibition that was left. I moaned as her tongue entered me and felt her sucking on my clit. I was bucking my hips into her face and could see Rick looking down at me with his big dick starting to get hard again.
I was panting like a bitch in heat and bucking my pussy into Michelle’s face. Rick was jerking his cock and telling me what a slutty whore I was. I watched him jacking off and felt my orgasm building as Michelle worshipped my wet pussy.
Rick was pounding his cock right above my face and I realized what might happen seconds before it did. Rick erupted in a grunt and his balls contracted again just like when he was inside of Michelle. His hot cum flew out of his cock and striped my face with thick sticky ropes of cum. My body reacted in my own orgasm and I flooded Michelle’s face as Rick came all over me. I was cumming so hard the world around me went dark and I clenched my thighs against Michelle’s face.
I came around less than a minute later covered in Rick’s cum. Michelle was glazed in my juices and Rick looked the least cum covered of the three of us. He smiled and got out of the car and got dressed. Michelle helped me up and used a cocktail napkin from the limo’s wet bar to wipe some of Rick’s jiz off of my face. We got back to the hotel and sneaked as fast as we could through the lobby and into the elevator to get to our rooms without being seen as the cum covered sluts we were.
Once safe behind closed doors, Michelle stripped all of my clothes off me and threw them in the garbage can. They would never clean up. Then she led me to the shower where we bathed each other. We slept naked in the same bed that night and I dreamed of a return trip to with Ron the next weekend. I had Crystal’s number in my purse and promised myself I would set Ron’s fantasy up before the week was up.
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The following Friday came and I had as promised called Crystal to have her be Ron’s stripper for the weekend. We planned the whole thing out and planned to have us “pick her up” at a strip club. We decided to use a different club since I might be remembered at the one where she worked. She said that she could do a few sets at a club outside the city for the weekend and we could fulfill Ron’s fantasy. I agreed to pay for her hotel and rental car.
Ron was somewhat suspicious because he knew that I had disappeared for two days earlier in the week, but I told him a “white lie” about a work trip at the last minute and I think he bought it. I told him I was tired after a long week and wanted to go out and have a few drinks after work. I agreed to meet him at a quiet place north of the city.
I arrived around 6:00 pm dressed in tight black dress that made me feel so sexy. I found Ron sitting at the bar smoking a cigar and drinking an expensive scotch. I sat next to him and ordered a martini. He cocked an eyebrow at me as he never knew me to drink hard liquor.
I smiled and said, “Special night. How was your day baby?”
He smiled and said, “Great babe. You look hot as hell. What is the occasion?”
“No occasion,” I replied. “Just like to look sexy for you.” I leaned in and kissed him sensuously on the lips and let my hand wander across his cock. I immediately felt his cock stir, but I did not linger as I leaned back grinning at him.
“My my, aren’t we playful,” was all he said.
We got dinner at the bar and continued to drink and talk about our day. At around 9:00 pm, I told him I thought it was time we left. He had planned to stay at my place and we stepped outside to grab a cab.
We got inside the cab and I immediately handed the driver a note with the address of the strip club on it along with 20.00 dollars. Ron smiled at me mischievously suspecting that something must be afoot.
Thirty minutes later we pulled up in front of a dingy looking building a few miles outside the city. The neon sign was well lit and advertised a “Gentlemen’s Club”. I stepped out of the cab and motioned for Ron to follow.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him, “Hey babe you really want to go in there? I mean I know it was my idea and all, but it can get a little crazy in these places.”
I smiled wickedly and said, “Baby I thought we would just check it out. I am sure I can handle it. Besides maybe you should ask me about some of the crazy things I have seen and done before you get too worried about offending my sensibilities. Besides this is your fantasy right. I can always get even next month.”
He laughed and said, “Lead on girlfriend.”
We entered the bar and after paying a ridiculous cover charge for Ron (I got in free), we were seated at a table near the back. The room was dark and smoky. The music was blaring to the point you could not hear the person next to you. Ron ordered us drinks as a young woman began stripping on the stage nearest to us.
I saw Ron watching her, but trying not to appear to be watching her. I laughed to myself at how ridiculous it was that he was embarrassed to look at a naked woman onstage after I had been that woman just last weekend.
I was thoroughly enjoying this, and after Ron got used to the idea of me being there, he relaxed nicely. The young woman dancing when we first arrived was the first to ask if we wanted a table dance. Ron was politely declining when I shoved 40 bucks at her and said, “Yeah do him baby. Do him good while I watch.”
Ron went pale and then crimson. I sat down as the stripper, who was obviously enjoying Ron’s discomfort, began to gyrate around and on him. I watched her perform and she was nowhere near as good as Crystal, but Ron’s cock was most definitely responding to her. Every now and then I would whisper in his ear, “I bet you wish you were fucking her right now.”, and he would blush again.
After the young woman was finished with my boyfriend she left to find another man to take for 40 dollars and Ron and I sat close together. “Fuck babe this is crazy hot. I can’t believe we are doing this,” he said.
I just kissed him deeply and rubbed his still hard dick through his pants. Suddenly the stage lights came on and the announcer was introducing a feature act. I looked up and saw Crystal take the main stage. She winked at me as she did her first twirl around the brass pole that was at center stage.
She was easily the sexiest hottest woman in the place and I could sense Ron’s attraction to her. He was mesmerized by her much like I had been less than a week ago the first time I saw her dance. I watched him reliving my own experience with this woman in my mind. My panties dampened at the thought of watching her fucking Ron while I rubbed my own pussy.
When she was done she approached our table. She sat down and introduced herself as Crystal. Ron was obviously flustered. I shook her hand and introduced us both. She stared directly at Ron and said, “So are you two out looking to spice up the sex life, or is she gay?” looking at me.
Ron choked on his drink. “No she is definitely not gay,” motioning to me.
“Well perhaps bi then?” Crystal countered.
Ron didn’t say anything as the thought that I might be bi went through his mind. He was clearly unsure how to react, and I could almost hear him wondering aloud if I had ever been with a woman.
I smiled at Crystal and said, “Just out looking for some fun Crystal. What about you are you fun?”
She glanced from Ron to me and then said, “Well I may be fun if it’s profitable.”
“Of course, profits and fun go hand in hand. We were actually considering leaving to go somewhere quieter and more fun. Would you like to go with us if it were profitable?” I asked.
Ron was speechless watching this exchange. He was stunned as he watched me negotiate a price for him to fuck this stripper we had supposedly just met.
Crystal asked, “How much fun were you looking for?”
“I was thinking all we could stand for two or three hours? How profitable would you require that kind of fun to be?” I asked still in character of the girlfriend pimp.
“Hmm how about 500 dollars of profit for two hours of fun?” she asked. I smiled and said, “Get your coat, and meet us outside in ten minutes.”
As Crystal left to the dancer’s dressing room, Ron’s mouth hung open agape. He was absolutely stunned, and for the first time I realized he did not expect me to go through with his fantasy.
I smiled at him and leaned into him and said, “It’s your fantasy remember. I am just making it happen. It’s too late to back out so get ready for the ride of a lifetime.”
This seemed to break his trans and he hugged me close to him. “I love you baby.”, was all he said but that was enough.
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We took Crystal to a nearby hotel that I had rented. We all three walked into the room and I pushed Ron into one of the chairs by the window. I drew the shade so that we would not disturb anyone outside and sat next to him. Crystal found MTV on the television and began to dance seductively to the music. She looked even sexier under the light in the hotel room that was not dimmed to hide any minor imperfections in her skin and body.
If anything her body was perfect. She had 36c tits that sprang free as she released her bra, a tight ass, and a shaved pussy. She was dancing nude in front of us within a minute of arriving at the room. I could tell she was as horny as Ron and I.
Ron’s cock was hard as a rock and straining at the front of his pants. I leaned over and unzipped his pants and fished out his throbbing member. I stroked it gently as we watched Crystal continue to dance lewdly in front of us.
As the first song of her dance ended she pulled me to my feet and encouraged me to dance with her. I put on a show by grinding my crotch against her naked thigh. She seductively stripped me in front of Ron. First she unzipped my slinky dress and I stepped out of it after it dropped to the floor.
Ron took over stroking his own cock as Crystal stood behind me and unhooked my bra. My tits sprang free and she reached around to massage my nipples that were already hard. Her hands moved lower across my flat stomach and into the top of my bikini panties. I felt her fingers rubbing lightly at my clit as she pushed my panties down in front of Ron.
I thought Ron would cum right then, but he continued to pound his cock with his fist. I stepped out of my panties and turned to face Crystal. I kissed her on the lips and ground my bare pussy on her thigh.
My fingers found her wet pussy and for the first time in my life I put my fingers inside another pussy. She was hot and wet and felt wonderful to touch.
We both then faced Ron and each took him by a hand and led him to the middle of the room and stripped him naked. Crystal got on the bed on her hands and knees with her ass facing both of us. I stepped behind Ron and reached around to hold his hard cock. I moved him slowly toward Crystal guiding his cock to her wet pussy.
As his tip touched her slick pussy lips I whispered in his ear, “Fuck that slutty whore baby. Fuck your stripper.” I pushed him into her and slapped his ass as he began to pump his cock into her.
As he fucked her my fingers reached down between his legs to massage his balls. He was fucking her wildly and she was moaning loudly. “Fuck her baby,” I continued to encourage him. Within a minute he began bucking harder and I knew release was imminent.
Crystal came hard against his and cried out, and Ron slammed into her hard as he began to spray his seed deep in her pussy. He came and came hard filling her with his thick ropey spray. His balls contracted in my hands again and again and Crystal moaned out with each ejaculation into her.
Finally, after coming continuously for 30 seconds he began to slow down. His body was slick with sweat and my pussy was on fire at the eroticism that I had just witnessed. He slumped forward on Crystal’s ass and she collapsed as well. I kissed him between the shoulder blades and whispered in his ear, “Good boy.”
I slid down to my knees on the floor at the foot of the bed where I could see his cock still buried in her pussy. Her lips were wet and his copious orgasm oozed around his cock. He was softer now and his cock slowly pulled out of her and a flood of sticky cum oozed out of her pooling on the sheets below.
He was still panting and I was on fire with desire. Slowly he arched his back and rolled off of Crystal who was still panting in post orgasmic bliss. He pulled me to him and hugged me hard. I could feel his strong, sweaty body against mine and his wet flaccid cock pushing against my stomach.
I reached down and took his prick in my hand and massaged it gently. Surprisingly his cock reacted and began to harden in my hand. I smiled and kissed him on the mouth. Crystal turned to us smiling brightly. “Fuck that was incredible.” she said. “Looks like Sara could use a little attention.”
She pulled me to the bed with her and positioned me on my back. “Eat her pussy, Ron.” she said while massaging my stiff nipples. I closed my eyes as I felt her mouth go to my nipples and Ron’s mouth to my sopping wet pussy. His tongue was stabbing me like a mini-cock and swirling across my clit pushing me to an orgasm like a freight train running out of control down a mountain side.
“Oh Jesus yes,” I cried as I felt both of them touch me deliciously. My hips grinding against Ron’s face as Crystal sucked on my nipples.
“Fuck her hard Ron,” I heard Crystal cry a second before I felt him enter me. His cock was big and thick filling me to my pussy to its molten core. I cried out in orgasm as he fucked me hard and fast.
I felt him holding my ankles apart and above me as he stood at the edge of the bed pumping his thick cock in and out of me. I opened my eyes as Crystal leaned forward, her fingers moving across my heaving stomach to my clit. She was straddling my face and her sopping pussy, still wet with Ron’s cum was inches from my face.
Her fingers found my clit and she moved in small circles that only another woman could reproduce. On impulse I licked her clit and was rewarded with her grinding down slowly on my tongue.
I heard her scream, “Oh yeah. Fuck your bitch, Ron while she eats my wet cunt.”
Ron pounded in and out of me harder as Crystal’s magic fingers worked my clit closer to an explosive orgasm. My pussy was frothing with excitement and my tongue worked on Crystal, not with tentative licks that I started with, but the deep licking of a sex starved lesbian. I tasted her sweet pussy and Ron’s tangy cum inside of her.
She was rocking her hips and moaning from somewhere deep in her gut. Ron was thrusting faster and faster. My tongue was sliding over her swollen clit. My pussy was on fire. I was close. Jesus this was good. Ron thrusted deeply inside me and began to spew his hot cum deep inside my frothing pussy, just as Crystal cried out her own orgasm and reached between her own legs to open herself to me. A sweet and tangy mixture of Ron and her cum came out of her quickly as if she too were ejaculating. My hips bucked as my own orgasm racked my body to the point of almost blacking out.
Crystal’s pussy continued to grind on my face as my orgasm shivered through me. I could feel my own pussy grabbing and releasing Ron’s softening cock in time to my body’s reaction. I had just had the most incredible orgasm of my life.
The three of us collapsed together for several minutes. We lay silently each enjoying the moment, not wanting it to end. When finally we recovered enough to disentangle are sweaty cum soaked bodies, Ron led me to the bathroom. I was once again amazed at my own reflection that was dripping with cum from my tits to my forehead. My pussy was oozing the mixture of Ron and myself. Ron hugged me and we giggled together as conspirators in a great secret.
We stepped into the shower together to rinse off. When we got out of the shower, Crystal was gone but she had left a note that said:
“Sara/Ron,
Thank you for a wonderful experience. Call me if you ever wish to repeat it. And Sara: You can make a fortune at the club. Call me if you ever want to dance in St. Louis again. The guys loved you.
Crystal”
Ron read the note and looked at me. I grinned devilishly and he said, “What happened in St. Louis?”
I took him by the hand and let him to the bed. “I’ll tell you while you fuck me again. After all you love strippers don’t you?”
Ron gaped at me as I climbed on top of him and began stroking his cock. I began the story with finding his letter and finished with meeting him for drinks tonight. By the end of the story we both needed another shower.
We climbed in bed to sleep as the sun was beginning to come up. As I snuggled against him I whispered to him, “In two weeks you get my first envelope.”
He kissed me and said, “I can’t wait.”
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