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Having a stripper living in the apartment seemed like a nice idea, but it took some getting used to. Shannon was a hot little cutie and she knew it. She had no problem in showing off her tight little compact, cheerleader-like body and her sexual proclivity was simply off the charts and wild.Shannon decided to take up residence in a one-bedroom apartment to get away from a wickedly abusive boyfriend. (He finally moved on with a little urging and a lack of attentiveness).My daily routine quickly changed. I found it natural to be up between three am and six am when Shannon got home from work, sometimes with some of her stripper friends. For the most part, I did not mind the middle of the night intrusions because they always ended up with an adventure of some type. Shannon was not the least bit jealous and we had an incredibly open relationship. She never brought any customers to the apartment, except for one time and then, it was a guy married to another stripper.I was dead asleep that night, having finished off a hard day working the evening shift at the warehouse job that I had. I felt my bed partner slip into my bed beside me. I was too tired to pay close attention to who it was and simply assumed it was Shannon.I woke up about four in the morning to find an unknown bed partner, going down on me. Assuming it was Shannon, I pulled her up for a deep-throated kiss and almost Ankara escort immediately realized I was not kissing my roommate.“I’m sorry,” I declared, pulling back from her advances.“I’m Marie,” she said, “Shannon’s in the living room with Mike. I hope you don’t mind – Shannon was right, you are incredibly sexy.”It took me a few seconds to wrap my head around what was happening. Marie finger-walked her fingers across my chest, even as I shifted in the bed.“Who the hell is Mike?” I asked.“He’s my husband,” Marie replied.“Your husband is with Shannon?” I was still trying to rationalize what I was being told.“Yeah,” Marie explained. “She got a little tipsy and well, you know – – -““Tipsy?” I asked, “or drunk?”“Maybe a little drunk,” Marie replied, “But it is all good. Mike is super nice and I’m fine with it. At least I know who he is with and I know where he is at.”Marie shifted in the bed beside me, tossing a leg over mine. Even though the lights were off, I could tell she was attractive, with her curly black, shoulder-length black hair and huge brown eyes. Her hand found its way to my manly parts and as she wrapped her fingers around the shift of my hardened cock, she silently smiled.“You have a nice package,” Marie declared. And with that declaration, she disappeared under the covers and began a most wonderful and delightful blowjob.I Ankara escort bayan was about to shoot my load when Marie pulled the covers back and begged me to “put it in.”She straddled my torso and lowered herself on to my tool, gently guiding me into the right spot.She bit down on her lower lip as we connected. Oh Lord! She began a very slow grind on my lap, which soon picked up in pace as the two of us clasped hands and our eyes connected even in the darkness of the room. I could tell by the outline of her body that she had that super-hot stripper look. She leaned forward and declared, “I’m on the pill, so fill me up.”I shot my load deep inside of her, as she trembled and shook. Neither of us very were quiet about our activities. She lowered her head and collapsed on to my chest. She twitched and went limp. I listened to her heavy breathing, as she lay across my chest, her head resting in the nape of my shoulder.It was as surreal an experience as I had ever experienced. A hot little stripper that I did not know, unexpectedly showing up in my bed and horny.I woke up around six that morning, to find my hot little bed mate gone, and replaced by Shannon, my ridiculously cute little neighbor, and new roommate.I did like all normal guys would do at that point and took a whiff of my fingers to see if I had been dreaming.Shannon batted Escort Ankara her eyes open and looked over at me, a mischievous look crossing her face.“Did we have fun last night?” she asked as she turned to face me.“Yes,” I replied, “Did you?”“Yes,” Shannon replied, before asking me if I was OK with what had transpired.“I’m fine with it,” I replied, noting it was something I had not expected.“I hope she took good care of you,” Shannon replied.“Yes, she did,” I said. “How about you?”“Mike was cool,” Shannon replied, “But he wasn’t you.”That made me feel a bit better. I am not a jealous type, so long as my needs get met. I soon learned that Mike and Marie were simply traveling on vacation and that their sexual escapade was a dare between the two of them, something that intrigued me.I asked Shannon if she would ever do something similar and after a moment of thought, she replied, “Why not?”That set-in motion a set of questions and a discussion about our secret sexual fantasies. Shannon told me that she had always wanted to be prostituted out, but never had the guts to actually follow through with it.“I’m not a slave to sex,” she declared.“Could have fooled me,” I replied.“Working in a strip club is not my idea of having a good time,” Shannon disclosed. “It’s simply- work.”We talked about going out to a dance club and having a good time.“If we see someone that captivates us, let’s see where it takes us,” Shannon said.I told her that she had an unfair advantage because any half-way smart guy would drop everything, just to be with her. Shannon didn’t see herself as anything special- most strippers don’t. I reassured her that she had a competitive advantage over myself.

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