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Peak stripper happens some time between age nineteen and twenty five. I’m pushing thirty. Most strippers drink, smoke or use drugs. That shows in their face which is why by thirty so many of them look forty. Stripping is all about fantasy. Most of the guys and gals who come to watch strippers want youthful fantasy. I don’t drink, smoke or use drugs. I eat right. I work out. Lots of yoga. I pass for twenty most nights. I know that won’t last forever.
My name is name is Anna Maria. My stage name is Bosco because of my smooth chocolate skin. I am like the old chocolate syrup drink from the 1960s. My dad was black. My mom Italian. I grew up in Poughkeepsie, New York. I started stripping at eighteen the moment I became legal. I was a high school senior. I started stripping in a Catholic school girl costume because I would just wear my school uniform at the club.
I do best at clubs where I can take my pants off. I’m very flat chested but with big nipples. That is not prime stripper. I won’t get implants. Clubs have offered to buy implants for me, but I don’t like how that would change my body. I am crazy thin with just enough girly hips to be a girl and a tight boy butt. My magic comes from downstairs. I have a big clit and big pussy lips. I am shaved smooth but you can tell when you look I would have a monster bush if I let it grow. I might just for a change of pace. Guys all want to touch. They can’t. Unless I let them. And that clit and those lips are what sells lots of champagne room and lap dance time.
I recently moved from Lexington, Kentucky up to Chicago. I’m dancing at a club called Sky Dive. And it is a dive. Totally mobbed up. Owner skims lots of cash. Dancers don’t care. The money is great. Bad week I take home $5000. Good week I double that.
There can be no disagreement: size matters. I’ve been touching cocks through guy’s pants while giving lap dances since I was eighteen. The word average and cock size is misleading. Math teaches that if you add ten and five you get fifteen. The “average” of those two is seven and a half. The so called cock “average” according to all the “published” articles is five and a half. That means there are a lot of four inch cocks to average out with all of the eight and a half inch cocks. Eight plus four is twelve, divide by two you get six. See my point. Reality is there are a lot of big cocks out there and a lot of small ones. The middle is rather thin. I prefer a hard fuck from about eight thick inches every time. I will never say no to ten inches. I might think twice about bigger than ten. I’m not a big girl.
Guys love to take strippers home. They think it’s some kind of conquest. It’s not. When I go home with a guy it’s because I felt him up and I think he’ll be adequate to make me feel filled.
Ironically, I make boat loads more money from small guys than the big ones. I tell them they are small and they keep buying lap dances so that I can feel them up and tell them again. They say criminals have a compulsion to confess. The small guys all want to confess about how small they are. Small guys want to be felt up. Small guys really want to pull their pants down and show someone. Maybe they don’t want their friends to know they are small. But they love to let strange girls know. A stripper is perfect because I’ll keep groping them so long as they buy dances. No risk of rejection.
It’s easy to take a big dick guy home if you are working Sunday through Thursday. You can do it Friday or Saturday too, but if you have half a brain that won’t be until the club closes at 4:00 AM. Rules are simple, when your night is over you pay the house $200 and you give 25% of what’s left to the DJ, bartenders, and bouncer. If you leave early with a big dick guy, and you can leave early as long as there are at least 6 girls still working, you pay the house and tip out the DJ, bartenders, and bouncers 50% of your take. If you find a big dick guy mid-week and leave early with him at like 11:00 or midnight and you usually can call the night a win but still you make less money.
I usually liked to make a Monday or Tuesday big dick guy night. But you have to work it to find one and you still need to make some money.
Typical Tuesday around 8:00 I saw a couple guys come in—looked the they worked construction. Girls always watch the door for fresh meat. After waitress delivered their beers I walked over. The guys were cute. Probably 30s. I picked my first target. Later learned his name was Todd. I sat on his knee. Felt his crotch. Asked if he wanted company. He was not to be the take home one. Not close at all. His friends laughed and encouraged him. Of course he said yes to a lap dance.
We walked over to the lap dance room. Its darker. You can see very little, the illusion of privacy. He tipped the bouncer. He gave me $50. He got three başakşehir escort songs. I felt him up.
“What’s your name?” I asked. I really didn’t care but he was going to spend more money on me.
“Todd” he said.
“Hi Todd. I’m Bosco.” The first song started. I groped Todd and took off my top. I teased him with a nipple. I really rubbed his crotch. I got a shit eating grin.
“Todd,” I asked. “Wanna know something?”
Todd smiled. He liked being groped.
“Sure,” he grinned as he said it.
“I like groping you.”
“You do?” Todd seemed intrigued and surprised.
“I do.” I groped more. I teased my hand at the top of his pants. “You wanna know why?”
Todd was mine.
First song ended. I pulled off my bottoms. My clit, it’s big, was on display. So were my pussy lips. I stuck a finger in my pussy, stroked my clit, then licked the finger.
“See anything you like?” I asked.
Todd smiled. You could see he wanted to touch my clit.
“Todd,” I went on and started grinding my ass in his crotch. I put my hands on his thighs. I turned and looked Todd in the eye.
“Todd I like groping you because you have a small dick”
Todd feigned indignation. His eyebrows went up and his face got all twisted. I knew his secret.
“How do you know that? he asked.
“I grope a lot of cock.” I put my hand right on his cock when I said that and squeezed it through his jeans. Second song ended.
“Todd, give me your hand”
I grabbed Todd’s hand. Todd didn’t have much choice. When the bouncer turned away. The bouncer always turns away for the whole third song. Dancers know this. I rubbed my clit with Todd’s hand.
“Todd,” I said as the third song started. “I want to see your cock. You can’t show it to me here but you can if we get a champagne room.”
“You really want to see it?”
“I really want to see it.”
I gave Todd more nipple. I sat on Todd’s leg and pushed my hand just in the top of his jeans. The third song was longer so I turned around and gave Todd more ass grinding. This was all the up sell for champagne room.
As the third song ended I heard the DJ reminded the audience—really remind me—that I was on stage two in three songs.
I gave Todd a peck on the cheek and told him he knew where to find me and that I really wanted to see his cock.
I went off to dance.
On a Friday or Saturday night you can make big dollars on the stage dancing. Lots of drunk guys will sit in the first row and shower you with singles. Song one you start off clothed or topless. I always start topless because I have no boobs to tease. Song two I go bottomless. Song three I go bottomless and sick my pussy right in guy’s faces. That always sells a few dances.
On this particular Tuesday the first row was not filled by the stage. Only about four guys. I’d make a few dollars. I did my usual show. Got about $25. Not wild, but it was Tuesday. I gathered my clothes and to head back to the dressing room for a break. I peeked before I went in back to make sure Todd was still drinking with his buddies. He was. One of the guys by the stage motioned me over. He mentioned lap dance. I sat on his leg and felt his crotch. He was take home material for sure. I was immediately wet. I mentioned I was taking a break but promised to find him. His name was Brian I learned in the lap dance room. I now had two agenda items.
Dressing room was a bunch of naked and half naked girls smoking. Some girls compared notes. I usually kept my thoughts to myself—beyond anything obvious. Like I told a couple of girls Todd’s construction friends all seemed eager for company. But that was a no brainer. I didn’t mention Brian. The girls could find their own big cocks. I drank a big bottle of water. Have to keep the skin smooth.
Off to find Todd.
I sat on Todd’s knee. His friend’s looked jealous.
“Todd, do we have plans?” I asked.
Todd grinned at his friends. The attention was spoiling Todd something rotten.
“Sure do,” he responded.
I stood and pulled Todd to the bar to pay for a Champagne room
Sky Dive’s Champagne rooms are small private rooms with a couch and a table. The “theory” is that the dancer puts on a private show. Reality is that because the room is private, dancers do whatever they want. I did less than most. But I always let small dicked boys show me their stuff. That’s what they wanted. I wasn’t going to put a small dick inside me. Some of the girls will take any dick for a few dollars.
We got in the room. I reminded Todd that he had to tip me for a good show. Todd had already paid the bartender $95 for thirty minutes in the room. Todd gave me $200. That was average. Nothing special. I was down on my game tonight. I should have worked Todd kadıköy escort over on another lap dance first.
I sat Todd down on the couch. Songs started to play outside on the stage. I danced slowly. After song one I took off my top. After song two I took off my bottoms. I wandered over to Todd. I was going to help with learn the “rules” for our dance.
I whispered, “Todd, you can touch my clitty if I am moving your hand there. I control the touch.”
I pulled on Todd to stand up. I groped his dick through his pants.
“Can I see now?” I asked in a whisper.
I undid his belt. I paused and pulled his right hand up to touch a nipple. I let him squeeze.
“Not too hard,” I whispered.
Another song played, song three.
I started on Todd’s zipper. Slid it down. Then I grabbed the top of Todd’s pants and shorts and pulled both down.
Todd’s dick was rock hard and maybe 4″ on a long day. His balls were tiny too.
I smiled and looked at Todd. I kissed him on the cheek. Todd just stood having no clue what to do.
Sometimes I don’t do much with the small dicked guys. Some times I snap a picture with my iPhone. Todd I would touch. He had a cute dick.
I touched the top with a finger. I have dyke short nails but I ran the back of my nail around the head of his dick.
I pulled Todd’s left hand to my clit. Todd’s dick twitched.
I rubbed the shaft on Todd’s dick with my left hand. I rubbed Todd’s hand on my clit with my other hand. I slowly masturbated both of us together. Todd didn’t last long. The fourth song ended and Todd shot his load in the middle of the fifth song. It wasn’t much. Small mess. Todd was mesmerized. I motioned for him to pull up his pants and sit.
I grabbed a napkin and wiped the cum off my hand.
We just sat next to each other for the sixth song. The songs had been short ones, so we stayed in the room for a seventh song. Todd was all swooney.
“Todd,” I whispered. “I really love seeing small dicks like yours and making them cum. Come back and find me again another night.”
Todd grinned. He would brag to his buddies about the stripper loving him and doing him in the Champagne room. $250 of Todd’s dollars were to blame for that … nothing about his dick. Song ended and I was on to Brian.
Did the walk around the club to see the fresh meat. Walked past Brian and told him we could do the lap dance room right after my next tour on stage.
Got up on stage. About ten guys this time in the front row. Not great but not bad. The DJ promised me a third song that would run long so I would have lots of time to do my spread legs while laying on my back and do my moneymaker move with my clit. The key—I can touch the guys they just can’t touch me. I kick my legs behind a guy and pull his face right up to my clit. I won’t do all ten guys. But I will do a few and the tips are great. Tonight it was like printing money. I kicked my legs over the first guy’s shoulders and the first row let out a collective whoop. I pulled his mouth right up to my big clit and slid up and down. Singles flooded the stage. Left the stage with $100 in tips plus two guys wanting lap dances. I teed them up to follow Brian. Told them to watch for me leaving the lap dance room and catch me when it was their turn.
Brian was next. Brian wasn’t that tall, maybe 5’8″. Dark hair, a bunch of tattoos, looked strong. Brian tipped the bouncer and paid me $50. We settled in a particularly dark corner of the lap dance room. I got naked before the first song. I sat on Brian’s leg.
“I’m Bosco,” I began. I rubbed Brian’s crotch and felt his dick.
“Brian,” Brian said.
“Having fun?” I asked. I gave Brian a peck on the cheek.
“Yeh, lots,” Brian said. Brian seemed to enjoy me rubbing his dick. It was hard and had grown a bunch.
The first song started. Great beat. I put my ass on Brian’s crotch and ground away.
“What brings you here?” I asked.
“Temporary job assignment. We’re installing some new machine tools up the road.” Brian said matter of factly. “Staying at the long stay motel down the street. Was bored so I came in here for a few.”
“Better than drinking alone?” I asked.
“Much better,” Brian responded. Brian had noticed the attention I kept giving his cock. First song ended, second song.
I pushed things a bit for the second song. I ground my ass on Brian’s dick but I pulled one of his hands onto my clit. Ground him and made him finger me for the whole second song.
“Brian,” I said. “We could play lots more if you took me home with you.”
Brian gave me that blank look you get when someone can’t believe their good fortune.
“How much?” Brian asked. Lots of dancers charge for “take out” as its called esenyurt escort bayan when they go home with a guy.
“Nothing,” I said. “My treat because I really really need your big cock.”
I continued, “I need to stay here at the club until 11:00. Find me at 11:00 and I’ll follow you home.”
Third song played. I stood between Brian’s legs third song so he would watch me move. I just ran my hand along his dick a few times. I also stuffed two of Brian’s thick fingers in my cunt so he could feel how wet I was. Best his cock wait for more fun later.
“I’ll find you,” Brian said as we left the room.
Did two more tours on stage. Hustled a couple of lap dances and took two more small dicked guys back to the champagne room. One was a very sad case. It wouldn’t even get hard. I took pictures. He liked that. I showed the other small guy off to a few girls. I had them poke their heads in the champagne room when the guy was naked. He acted all embarrassed but I made him pull his hands away from his cock so that all the girls could get a good look. I took a few pictures of him with the other girls holding is cock. I’m tempted one day to edit faces out and put a hall of fame of little dick pictures up in the dressing room for all the girls to see. I’m going to retire from making small guys show off their little dicks.
Eleven came. I paid the house and tipped out the DJ, bartenders, and bouncers. Not a great night but not bad for leaving at 11:00. I followed Brian’s car about a mile down the road to one of those long term stay motels.
I wasn’t there for romance. I was there for the big cock. I pulled my clothes off right when we got in the room. I pushed Brian toward the bedroom and went for his belt and zipper. Pulled his pants down. His dick was already half hard and stuck out over six inches. Very thick, thicker than my wrist. Veiny. Brian shaved all his pubic hair. Big balls in a low hanging sack.
I went down and sucked on Brian’s balls. His dick grew. It was now about 8 1/2 inches. Thick bulbous head. I licked from Brian’s balls to his asshole. Brian was still standing next to the bed. I licked on his cock. My tongue teased the tip then I put my mouth around the head. That was a big cock to fit in my mouth. It was too thick, I wouldn’t be able to swallow the whole thing. I worked his cock long enough to be polite before we moved onto the main event.
I pushed Brian back onto the bed on his back. Brian was just following along at this point. I kept sucking on his dick, but was careful to keep him far from coming. This was all about preparation.
I climbed on top. I have strong legs, which matters here, because I had to take him slowly because of his girth. I put the big head between my lips. I teased it along my very aroused clit—which it self was sticking out majestically.
I stuck the head inside my cunt. I was dripping. Which was good because this was going to take all the lube my body could make. I slid gently up and down on the head. Brian squirmed and moaned a bit. Brian made some thrusts up—which I resisted because his thick dick had to be taken slowly.
I slid down another inch or two. I like big dick. There was no pain but a strong sensation pushing my pussy walls out. I slid up then down. I pulled Brian out and slid my clit all the way down Brian’s shaft to his balls. Slid my clit back up the shaft and stuck the head back in my pussy. My lips were swollen and wrapped around Brian’s big dick.
I took more of Brian into my pussy. Brian was heaving. He really wanted to thrust hard but every time he tried I slid up. We would go at my pace.
I now had about six inches of Brian in my pussy and slid up and down. Finally I took all of him. I felt his big balls on my butt. I reached behind me and stroked Brian’s balls as I slid up and down on his cock. I was full—that’s the only way to describe it. I came. I would come again and then again but my pussy squeezed like crazy on Brian’s cock and overflowed with juice. It was going to be cowgirl only tonight so I could stay in control. I was using Brian’s big cock to masturbate myself.
I needed more and started going up and down fast on the cock. Brian thrust and now instead of resisting I welcomed it. I came again. I was going to make Brian come. I swiveled my hips and twisted as I rode up and down on his cock. I got what I wanted as I felt a big string of cum fill me. I stopped. I know dicks are sensitive after they come. I let Brian go soft inside me.
Eventually I lifted up. Brian’s now soft (but still damn impressive) dick slipped out. I lay next to Brian. I had what I wanted. Brian was all lovely dovey and wanted to get to know me better. I shooshed him and went to the bathroom to clean my pussy.
Brian probably wanted another round or two. I wasn’t in the mood. I had gotten fucked by another big dick. As big dicks go it was ok. Very thick. But I’d find another big dick tomorrow night. I got dressed. I took long enough in the bathroom that Brian was sleeping. I let myself out and drove home.
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