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My First Strip Club Experience

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My First Strip Club Experience

I was still in high school when I went to my first strip club. I heard my sister was tending bar at a nude club. I wanted to see for myself. I had a fake ID and when my step sister saw me walk in with my guy friends, she pretended like she didn’t know me. That was fine. My parents would have a heart attack if they knew. She was hardly dressed and a naked dancer was playing with her tits, while they chatted up some guy.

We went to the pool table area. The guys got a couple pitchers and we continued the party we already had started a couple hours ago at Joe’s house. He was the dude I was fucking at the time. He was tall, 22, a part-time mechanic and, a full-time partier. And he liked high school girls, like me. He had a great dick, money in his pocket and a new car. High school guys had curfews. Not for me.

When I saw her, my pussy throbbed. I shocked myself, thinking maybe it was the beer, but I was enamored by this one girl. She had long, straight hair down her back, with the ends just touching her beautiful heart-shaped ass. Her skin was dark and her body was long and lean. She was graceful as she moved her perfect body. She looked like Pocahontas. And she turned me ON. Visions of my face between her legs made me look at the bottom of my beer mug. It was empty. And I needed more.

Joe sauntered over with a pitcher of beer, following my eyes to my Native American goddess. I could barely take my eyes off of her.

“Wow. There is some hunger in those eyes,” Joe said filling up my mug.

“Babe,” I said. “I don’t know what it is, but that girl is making my pussy wet. What’s in this beer? What was in that pot? God, I’m horny, babe! Let’s go in the bathroom of this strip club.”

As I started towards the back of the bar and there she was, right above me. Joe pulled my hand to sit over at the bar. He had some cash in his hand. He whispered into her ear as she took the money out of his hand. She nodded and smiled at me. I looked at Joe questioningly and he gave me a sly grin.

He took me past the bathrooms and took me through a red curtain and back to a bunch of little rooms with some filled with dancers silhouettes doing who-knows-what to who-knows-who. He took me to a corner round booth that was surrounded by red sheer curtains. In the dim light, it was the coolest place I had ever been. So this is what happens in strip club.

And then there she was, standing in the entrance to our little love nest. She was wearing a white, sheer negligee. Her dark, hard nipples shown right through and I felt myself wanting nothing but to kiss this woman. She must have read my mind, because she came over to where I was sitting, climbed onto my lap, took my head in her hands and kissed me. I kissed her back like I was starving for her. She started to take off my jacket and I pulled at her top so her breasts fell out free. I took them in my hands and sucked on each nipple, giving each their own attention. She felt up my thighs to my pussy. I had already taken my panties off because they were too wet to wear. She felt into my hole and she moaned.

Joe stood up and moved to the end of the bench. My goddess guided me to lie down on my back. She kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my neck… She sucked on my nipples until they were sticking up hard and erect. She glided her tongue down my stomach and she lifted up my skirt. Suddenly, she was licking my pussy and I felt a warmness overtake me and I came loud. She kept on licking until I couldn’t take it anymore.
Joe came over and stuck his cock in her mouth. I sat up and started licking his balls. Then both she and I were licking and sucking on his big dick. He came all over us. It was on my tits, her tits and our faces. She took a towel and started to clean up. Without a word, she was gone. I was left with my spent man and my spent body. I found the towel stash and cleaned up.

“Let’s get outta here,” Joe said.

“How do I look?” I asked, fixing my clothes.

“Like you just got fucked,” he said and smiled. “Like you just got fucked GOOD.”

Hell yeah, I did.

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