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I got off from work and decided to stop off at a local “meat-market” pub near work. The place was packed with scantily clad females. I had managed to score a couple of lucky hits in the club, a few month back and I was overdue another lucky strike. I grabbed a drink at the bar and tried my usual disinterested look, but no one was biting. I spied a couple of groups of young ladies and tried to work my way into their conversations by standing close by, hoping someone, maybe one, would take an interest. After trying this for several minutes, I got brazen enough to approach one very beautiful young lady who was drinking alone at the bar. I casually slid up next her and smiled. We chatted for a few minutes. She was a certified public accountant and strikingly beautiful. I zeroed in on her loneliness and being in the bar by herself. I was about to ask her to step out and get a bite to eat, when her dinner date showed up. Frustrated at having wasted about an hour and half trying to pick up a date, I decided to hit a local strip club. The neon sign outside read “table dances, ten dollars, fifty girls.” I paid the buxomly door gal the cover costs and stepped into the dark club. Lights pulsated to the heavy beat of rap music. I was immediately approached by a scantily clad waitress, who offered to seat me. I decided to avoid the “seating” and asked for directions to the men’s room. I stepped into the men’s room and relieved myself of the rum and coke I had already consumed on my quest for pussy. I had a good buzz, but I wasn’t wasted. I found a dark corner in the club, and settled back into the booth. There were girls paired off with various customers. The girls were various stages of undress. I could hear giggles in the booth next to mine and figured someone was getting very lucky. Several dancers stopped by and slid into the booth next to me, offering me a table dance, but none of them peeked my interest. Each one of my booth visitors made sure she grabbed Mr. Happy and gave him a light squeeze. “I can take care of you,” each one beckoned. I had no doubt I could get taken care of, for the right amount of money, only I wasn’t in the habit of paying money to be pleasured. I noticed a very young thin teenage-like, blonde stripper on the main stage. She seemed totally out of place, like she was just going through the motions of trying to be a tease. She gyrated her hips to the sound of the music, but didn’t really do enough dirty dancing to draw a crowd to the main stage. I sat and watched her for a few minutes, before gathering up enough nerve to step up to the stage and tip her. She was cute. Very cute. She flaunted her very young and perky breasts only inches from my face and then squatted in front of me. She pulled at the tiny strip of elastic that covered her womanly parts. I slipped a couple of folded dollars into the elastic as she placed her hand on my shoulder. “What’s your name?” she asked. Her touch was more friendly than suggestive. mersin escort I liked her approach. “Scott,” I replied. I never gave my real name in a strip club, for the very same reasons the dancers used fake names. “Melissa,” she replied, squeezing my shoulder as she smiled. “But please call me Desiree, in here.” I slipped another dollar into her g-string, smiled and quickly sauntered off to my dark corner. I decided to wait on her and see if I might get lucky enough for a table dance. An hour passed and it seemed as though she had disappeared. I asked the waitress about her and was told she had left the club early. Disappointed at having struck out again, I went home. The liquor and loneliness had taken its toll. I was hugely disappointed. The next day, my apartment complex had a cookout at the pool. I pulled my grill off my patio and pool side. As I sat eating my burger, I saw this young girl, saunter out to the pool and take up a chase lounge just a few feet from her patio and across the pool from where I lived. She looked familiar. Where did I know her from? I was thinking she was probably one of the many girls from the pub, as quite a few of them seemed to live at my apartment complex. After a few moments, it dawned on me that this was the same girl I had seen at the strip club, the night before. I did my best to act cool and not tip her off that I knew her or where she worked. Several guys tried to talk with her, but she just casually brushed them off. I decided to cook a few extra burgers, figuring I might share one with some of my buddies, at the pool and if I was lucky, maybe my stripper neighbor. As luck would have it, she waded into the pool. After momentarily scanning the pool and the pool deck, she waded over close to where I was grilling. “Hey,” she called out in my direction, “I think I know you.” I turned and smiled, but didn’t say anything. “Did you have a good time last night?” she asked. “Yes,” I replied, before appending my answer. “But I didn’t see you again after we met.” “Sorry about that,” she replied, “Club rules. Can’t be seen doing anything inappropriate in the club.” I smiled. “So what would be inappropriate about a table dance?” I asked. She smiled and then suggestively said, “Come on over and I’ll show you.” I flipped a burger on the grill. “Should I bring something to eat?” I asked. “No,” she replied. “You’ll do just fine.” I thought for sure she was just playing with me. I watched as she swam to the far side of the pool, exited the water and grabbed her beach towel. She opened her patio gate and disappeared into her apartment. I placed the burgers on a plate and ran them into my apartment. A few seconds later and one of my buddies, was tapping on my patio door. I looked out and this friend excitedly pointing over towards the apartment across the pool. I looked across the pool and could see her standing naked, in the opening of her apartment patio door. She waved mersin escort bayan and then disappeared back inside her apartment. I couldn’t walk fast enough to get around the pool. The pool gate clanged shut behind me as I stepped on to the patio. I peered in the open door to the apartment. “Are you coming in or do I need to come and get you?” she asked, standing butt-ass naked by the kitchen cut-through. I stepped in and looked around. She told me to take a seat on the couch. I did as she instructed. “How about a lap dance?” she asked. “Fine with me,” I replied, “But I don’t have any dollar bills.” “This one is on me,” she mischievously responded. “Get comfortable.” She turned up the volume on a counter top speaker. I took a seat on the couch. She stood totally nude in front of me, her hips swaying to the music, nodding her head and shoulders to the beat. My eyes were glued to her crotch. She didn’t have a stitch of pubic hair. She parted my legs with hers and stepped between them. Her slightly curly blonde hair hung lazily over her shoulders. She had perky nipples perched perfectly on top of her 36-c cup breasts. She slipped a knee on either side of my waist and proceeded to plant her totally naked body on to my lap, while gyrating her hips to the beat of the music. She took my hands and placed them on top of her breasts. Her breasts were soft and firm- au natural. I ran my thumbs over her pencil-eraser-tio-like nipples and she smiled. She slipped her hands under my t-shirt and pushed it over my head and off of me. “I love your chest,” she breathlessly whispered, running her finger tips through my chest hair. She leaned forward and circled each of my nipples with her tongue. The entire time, she was grinding on me. I didn’t know how much I could take. “I love your chest as well,” I replied, massaging her luscious breasts. She slipped off my lap and on to her knees, between my legs. She planted her mouth directly on my erection, lightly biting down, while feeling for my balls through my shorts. She slipped her hands into the waist band of my pants and pulled. I arched my back, allowing her to freely remove my shorts and my underwear. My cock was now fully exposed. She wasted no time going down on me. I couldn’t believe it. “If you keep this up,” I remarked, “I will cum.” “Then, you need to put it in me,” she breathlessly whispered. “Do you have a condom?” I asked. “You won’t need one,” she replied. “I’m on the pill and I have only been with one guy and I am clean.” She used her fingers to part her pussy, as she stood in front of me, as if I needed to inspect her. “Turn around,” I said. “I don’t do anal stuff,” she replied. I assured her I was not into anal sex, but that I just wanted to back door screw her. She turned and held her pussy lips open, as I positioned my cock at just the right place. As she settled back on to my stiff rod, and I slid my cock into her very young teenage pussy. escort mersin She let out a deep moan. She rode me, hard, as I held on to her hips. It didn’t take much and she was screaming, “Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Suddenly, she shivered, her entire body stiffening, just as a gush of feminine fluids flooded my lap. I shot my load deep into her pussy, so much so, that my semen dribbled out and on to the carpet. Then all of a sudden, she collapsed back on to my chest, letting out a deep moan. I placed my hands over her breasts as the last spurts of semen shot from me. “Oh! My! Fucking Gawd!” She exclaimed, digging her fingers into my thighs. “That was entirely inappropriate,” I remarked. “Next time, we may have to keep things more appropriate. She laughed. “I can’t do this in the club,” she said. She looked at the clock on the wall. “You have to go,” she said, “My sister will be here any second.” I used a kitchen towel to clean up, pulled on my shorts and disappeared out the same door I had entered. I sauntered, wearily and bow-legged-like, back to my apartment. I collapsed on to my bed and fell asleep. I woke about nine that night and looked out across the pool. The lights were off in the apartment where I had spent the afternoon. I tossed on some jeans and a button-down short. I decided to go out for a drive, since I was between paychecks. I didn’t have anywhere in particular to go, so I decided to stop by my favorite strip club, a bad choice when one is low on cash. It didn’t take long for Melissa to find me. As she stepped into the dark corner where I had taken up temporary residence, she asked if I enjoyed my private table dance from earlier in the afternoon. I told her I was hoping for a repeat. “Be patient,” she said. She slid into the seat next to me. I slid my hand between her parted legs and slowly worked my way towards her pussy. I slipped my finger under the elastic of her t-back. She lowered her head and bit down on her lower lip. She didn’t say a word, as I probed her pussy. She arched her back and then slid out of her t-back. It didn’t take much and I was finger-fucking her into a frenzy. I unzipped my pants and she pulled on my stiff cock until I was about to cum. She slipped down in the booth and I felt her warm moist lips on my enlarged cock. Almost immediately, I shot my load right into her mouth. She didn’t miss a drop. “Are you oaky?” I asked as she sat up and smiled. I’m freaking horny,” she replied, “and I am hungry>” I was all for leaving, but she said she had to first pay her “tip outs” to the management team in order to leave- otherwise she had to stay until 2am. “How much do you owe?” I asked. “Thirty for tonight, but I still owe thirty from last night,” she said. I agreed to pay the tip outs, while she headed to the dressing room. A few minutes later, she was back and dressed in her street attire. The club manager walked us out to my car and watched as we drove off. I’m sure he was jealous and he hated to see her leave early, but there was nothing he could do. I hadn’t gone a block when she had her shirt unbuttoned and her shorts unzipped. Fortunately for me, I am a good one-handed driver. I slipped my hand into her open shorts. She didn’t have on any under garments.

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