Stripper’s Pulsating Pussy

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I’m horny.

I’m horny all the time.

They say that a man has a sexual thought every few seconds….while, I have other thoughts every now and then, but I think about sex all the time.

So there I was, unemployed again and looking for the perfect job where I could think about sex, have nubile women around me all day and make a decent living.

I got all dressed up to go see the employment agency and make a great impression. Showered, shaved, a clean pair of underwear, my best suit and tie and just a wisp of manly cologne. Hair combed and a touch of spray to keep everything in place.

If you look good, you feel good!….Dress for success! You hear these clichés over and over, and I needed to feel good….I needed to find a job.

The agency was like most, very successful environment; downtown office building with expensive office furniture and a sexy receptionist with just the right amount of cleavage exposed and swelling up as you gaze over the desk at her. She passes me an application and moves back from her desk. A little slit in the front of her dress shows the right amount of stocking clad thigh, inching upward to the “target” of my current thoughts.

My “hard-on” starts to rise and I move over to the waiting area to fill out the forms. She gets up and moves over to the filing area and her tight, short skirt hugs her perfectly shaped ass….her stockings swish as she walks back to her desk…a little scent of perfume surrounds the areas she has passed through.

The interview goes swiftly and they have so many great opportunities in their files…I will hear from them in a day or two.

That was that! I went back out onto the sunny street. The 1 pm interview was over and it was 1:15. I walked back to my car and got in…I reached my hand down and stroked my cock through my pants. It feels so good! I drove north towards home but felt all the excitement and anxiety that wells up in my loins. The vision of the receptionist made me wet….I could feel the droplets of “precum” leaking out into my underwear. As I drove I decided that I would go and see some “pussy”.

I had a favorite strip club where I whiled away some hours looking and dreaming about all the “pussies” that strutted around. I invested in the odd “lap dance” from time to time but after two or three songs my balls would always erupt into my pants and at best I would have a wet spot on my pants, but most times I would wind up with”pussy juice” smeared on my pants and the reek of slutty perfume all over, which made going home always a challenge. Hide the stained underwear, rub some thing onto my pants and require a shower as soon as you get home because…..(you make up the excuse)

I entered the club, out of the bright sunshine and groped my way to a seat by the stage. Most singles sat by the stage hoping to get a sniff or a feel. The one thing for sure is that you would get a close up look at a variety of pussy and boobs and if I was really lucky in the subdued light, one of the girls might lock her ankles around my neck and there would aydınlı escort be pussy in my face for a few fleeting seconds.

I practiced pressing my cock up into the stage table while the dancers shared their “wares” with those of us brave enough to sit so close. If I thought about it hard enough and moved a little…..maybe I could “cum”…Oh the “pussies” were so nice. Tight looking “little girl” ones, thick juicy ones with chubby lips, some with fur, a landing strip here and so close…I could smell the scent of woman sex!

Three songs per show, the strut, the tits and the carpet grind. Then a long interlude. Waitresses selling drinks at high prices, dressed all sexy, but don’t touch!

I drink sodas. No alcohol for me. I get enough of a buzz from being horny, and I don’t want to miss a thing.

Things were a bit slow at this hour because all the other horny guys were working, so there I was with the senior pervert by the wall dressed in a trench coat who was buying table dances from anyone who came close, and a couple of guys playing pool and another horny guy sitting a couple of tables away trying to see through dark glasses as he sipped his beer.

One of the girls who was at the bar came over and asked me if I wanted a dance. She was young, maybe early 20’s. Not a “Barbie” doll, but had all the right parts. Heavy eye make-up with dark hair that was cut and shaped to her face. She had a mischievous face and was the girl that my mother had warned me about. I just knew it. A guy can tell!

She was small compared to me. I think she was about 5′ 4″. Her shoes were high healed sandals and here little toes had red nail polish. A little ankle bracelet and a toe ring.

My cock throbbed. She had all the things that made me want her.

Her legs were shapely, the calves, thighs…..a “G” string covered that “sweet spot”.

Flat tummy and a naval to drink from. Boobs scantily covered, but bounced slightly as she walked, and her soft breasts pressed into my shoulder as she leaned over and invited me to join her in the “VIP” room.

I followed her and we climbed the steps into the area set out with soft lounge chairs. I sat down in the centre of the seat and spread my knees, moved to the edge of the seat and leaned back. She didn’t do the normal stuff, the distant strip and the “groin grind”. She just sat across my lap. I held her in my arms. She removed her little bits of clothing and moved gently against me in time to the music. As she kneaded her body into mine she whispered things in my ear. She had just returned to the club after a weekend at home and was very horny. She had been trapped with her parents all weekend. She took my hand and rubbed her tummy with it lightly. She was so soft. She pushed my hand down, down across her mound, and down her thigh. I could feel the heat!

My cock was getting hard and pushing up against my pants and pushing against her ass. She wiggled and it found its place between her cheeks. She took my hand and placed my bağdat caddesi escort mid finger in her mouth. It was dripping with little bubbly saliva as she curled her tongue around it and pulled it from her mouth. She looked into my eyes deeply and moved my hand down to her pussy. She swallowed my finger right up to the top knuckle. I massaged her lips open with my other fingers and watched her love button swell. Her cunt muscles flexed on my fingers and she kept looking into my eyes. No words now….just shortness of breath….and her pussy impaled on me finger. I was going to “blow”. I could feel my balls boiling…..

Thankfully the song ended. I couldn’t blow my load in this suit. She stood up. I put my finger into my mouth and tasted her. I was so light headed….and now I had a problem in my pants. “cum” ready to explode, somewhere between my balls and the end of my stiff cock. I was so hard it was almost painful.

She kissed me on the ear and said room 607. The club was in the back area of this seedy hotel in an industrial part of town. Most of the rooms were rented by the week. The hotel operator was in a cage at the front desk. I figured that most of the girls boarded there when they were working.

I left the club through the hotel entrance and visited the rest room. I knew a quick piss would relieve some of the pressure, and at least flush out the precum that was sticking to everything.

When I exited the restroom I turned to go out to the parking lot, but there, were the elevators. I nervously pressed the up button…..and waited…..waited…..for at least 20 seconds, but the nervousness was making me shake, and my cock was so hard. I could feel my heart beating in my ears.

The elevator slowly rose to the 6th floor. An arrow pointed to the suits from 601 to 608.

The hall was darkened, and the sweet smell of sex was everywhere. I could hear the giggling voices of girls in the hall. It reminded me of school days. I knocked softly on the door. I really expected no response, or possible her pimp, or even the cops. All these thoughts kept wrestling with my hard cock. Eventually my cock won out. The smell of ripe pussy was just too much.

Surprisingly, she opened the door, and I entered in. The room smelled surprisingly sweet and was tidy accept for a couple of costumes flung over a chair. I asked to use the bathroom for a moment. It is always awkward, disrobing before a frenzied fuck. I was so excited I couldn’t get my belt undone. I figured a little cold water on “peter” might keep me from cumming until I at least got it inside!

I decided to undress and hoped that there were no hidden cameras. All I needed was to end up on the internet fucking a stripper. What a career move!

I shut the bathroom light off and opened the door. The room was darkened except for the daylight leaking in around the black out curtains.

There she was…..ass up in the air…knees on the edge of the bed…..cooing softly…..and her pussy lips bostancı escort stretched open as she moved her ass. I grabbed my stiff member with my hand rubbed some spit on my cock head. I moved between her legs and rubbed my cock head up her slit until I found the “sweet spot”. I entered her gently….but she thrust back and swallowed me whole. My balls did the “fuck dance” on her clit as we thrust our bodies together. She kept flexing her cunt muscles on me as I thrust into her depths. Then she would release as I drew back. Surprisingly, I couldn’t cum right away. The sensation of her strangling my cock while making guttural “fuck me” sounds, kept me pumping away.

Soon it was over. Cum gushed up and splashed her deep inside. I buried my cock as deep as I could and I felt the head of my cock resting against something in her depths. I took my thumb and placed it on her “rosebud” asshole. A little pressure and I was in to the first knuckle. It was as if I hit the “spread” button, and her legs went wide as we fell forward I felt her body convulsing as I landed on top of her. My cock was still impaling her love tunnel from behind.

I thought I was going to pass out.

That little Cunt’s cunt was still flexing on me cock.

I finally pulled out and lay there for a moment. My cock was so hard, but I was spent.

She left the bed and went into the bath. I could hear water running. I followed her in and saw her pushing the end of a thin shower hose up her cunt. She was washing the “manjuice” away.

She looked up and saw my rigid tool.

She said she had an idea, and I should sit down in the tub. She back into me and squatted down. My cock was starting to get sore, but she said to lie back. She reached around and stretched her ass cheeks open and then slowly lowered her asshole onto my still stiff cock.

As she relaxed down her sphincter muscle tightened around me. OMG it felt good. Just like a “cock ring” strangling and holding my hardness. She lay back on me and I played with her nipples. She inserted the slow running warm water up her cunt once more and the warm water oozed out of her and onto me. Suddenly she started to piss. The pungent odor wafted up as the warm water continued to flow. My shaft felt like it was going to break off. As she squeezed the last piss out, her muscles tightened and flexed around me again.

Her cell phone went off, and I heard her say that she would be right there. She relaxed her asshole and pulled off of me with a popping sound. I just lay there in warm water while she put her costume on. She was due on stage in two songs. She dried off and straightened her makeup. She put some color on her nipples and covered them. Then she pulled on her “G” string and shoes.

My cock was so hard still. It wouldn’t relax, even in the warm water. She came over and kissed my cock and ran her tongue over the pee hole. It really did hurt now, and I didn’t know what to do.

She told me to pull the door closed when I left and then she was gone.

I got out of the bath and dressed. The tent in my pants was not going away. I cleaned up and was getting ready to leave when the door opened and a leggy girl with one boob exposed came through the door dragging the old guy with the trench coat by his dick.

I don’t know what happened next, but the shock of what I saw caused my cock to relax and I left as quickly as I could, pulling the door closed behind me.

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