Public Breeding: Stranger in a Strip Club (creampie, impregnation, exhibitionism, stranger sex)
I love working at the strip club. The lights, the music, the dancing, the attention. Part of me wishes that I could pull a guy on stage and "perform" with him in front of everyone. When a man slipped me a hundred dollar bill during a stage dance, it immediately piqued my interest... More
I love working at the strip club. The lights, the music, the dancing, the attention. Part of me wishes that I could pull a guy on stage and "perform" with him in front of everyone.
When a man slipped me a hundred dollar bill during a stage dance, it immediately piqued my interest. In the dark club, I could hardly see his face, but I could tell he was strong, handsome, and rich. When we went to the champagne for a private dance, he decided to make this a sexual experience I'd never forget- even though there were other people right next to us getting dances! To top it all off, he made sure I would never forget, by filling me with an impregnating creampie!
This 4300 word story is about a young stripper and the older rich man who takes an interest in her. It features exhibitionism, sexy dancing, tender touches, and simultaneous orgasms!
Suddenly, I felt him begin to thrust at my panties, threatening to push them inside of me. I thought about calling the bouncer who was just outside, but then I remembered that fat stack of cash that John had. "Now, John, that isn't what you paid for."
He licked his lips. "Money is no issue, Emily. What is your price?"
I thought about it for a moment. I had danced for dollars for months now, but I had never sold my body in quite this way. However, I had seen the stack of cash, and I was so horny from his touches. "$1200 cash."
He smiled. "Done," he said, with no hesitation. I felt him pull my panties to the side, felt the tip of his hard cock touch my inner thigh.
"Wait," I said. "Did you bring a condom?" I wasn't on birth control.
"No," he said, as if it never occurred to him that he would have to use protection with a stripper.
"Well then you didn't come prepared, did you?" I asked, a wry smile on my face.. Who knows what kind of diseases I could be carrying? I was of course disease free, but that wasn't the point.
"I hadn't been prepared to watch an angel perform in front of me," he said, completely earnest.
With that last phrase, I felt all my resistance melt away. I grabbed his cock, which my hand could barely fit around. I rocked against it as he pulled my panties to the side, the little skirt hiding the show for everyone around. I could feel that the head of his cock was coated with his pre-cum, and soon he began to thrust again. Just as the song changed, he slid in an inch, then another, then another. As I felt him go as deep as he could, I gasped. I wanted to moan, but people were in the booths next to us, so instead I brought my lips to his ears.
"Your first song begins now..."