The one advantage the new Blogger interface has given me is stats on pageviews that I can see without searching for it. And apparently my self-effacing put-downs aren't entirely true; there are a few people who actually have read this blog, or at least the occasional post. So, I hope you're entertained while I keep my identity a secret.
I've known this girl off-and-on since she started working at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version) a few years ago. She's short with slits for eyes. I once thought she was ugly. Nonetheless she flirted with me confidently and competently enough for me to get dances from her, and from there she could keep up a conversation so that I didn't mind continuing to get dances from her. She's turned out to be a cool enough chick, even though she might not be as hot as others, or puts out as much others -- or so I thought!
We exchanged numbers before she quit the club. And after a few months of not hearing from her, she called me and told me that she was working parties at this condo owned by a former stripper out in the western suburbs. I've gone to these private parties before. They're much better than the ones at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition) because there's no light and no bouncers. But there were a lot of guys around, and I hate that.
Still, when you have a girl so open to be real with you, you have to try and see how much you can get away with. So I started with luring her to a private place and flashing her for the first time -- not angry, which is good. I apologized, give her some space, and when I see her again, I don't whip it out. Next time I do, and she's still not angry. Will she touch it? No. Try it again the next time. Rebuffed again.
But I'm wearing her down. And finally, about 16 months after I exposed myself to her and about three years after meeting her for the very first time, all my work and money finally paid off.
The prelude was, again, this private party, when I finally begged her into touching my penis. About three months later, she invites me to this different private party, one by another girl who used to work at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition). (I may have blogged about her once when she gave me a number to her "massage service" but it didn't work. Need to hit her up for some satisfaction.) She didn't say explicitly, but she told me inbetween the lines that, finally, she would finally give me what I want.
So I go to a neighborhood in Minneapolis. I knock on the door and see the host -- who's wearing Daisy Dukes and no shirt!!! I wanted to know if she was bold enough to prance outside looking like that!
Anyway it was her and two other girls, one of them being my girl. (The other is also an ex-stripper at My Favorite Stripclub [Non-Cover Edition] who thereafter became a low-level porn star. I checked her out online; it's true, she did some Internet porn!!!) There were, like, three other guys in this rather large apartment -- better than the party, but still not safe enough for me to, say, walk around with my thing hanging out.
What we did have, however, is a private VIP, which turned out to be the host's bedroom. With very little hesitation, me and my favorite ATF took that room after it got done, uh, being used.
We talked about some stuff. Well, she talked about some stuff. Because the door to the outside was locked, I got to taking off my shirt and then my pants. Of course I wasn't wearing underwear; when I let go of my pants, there was my pink thing, as flaccid as it was.
"No!" she cried. "What do you mean no?" I asked. (OK, I could be totally making that up.) "We can't do that," she said, "Not unless you have $100." Trust me, that is a pretty steep price for sexual activity. I mean, there was one girl I once talked about who would touch me for $40. But $100? Well, OK, I was horny. And besides, I had a feeling it was going to cost about that much money. That's why I went to the ATM before I went to the party.
So after a display of hesitation, I reached into my fallen pants for my wallet and laid down five $20's on the bed. And she said OK. Great! But I wouldn't get on the bed before she squeezed my cock. And she did! I was cranked up, so I got on all fours and slowly walked up to the top of the bed. I made sure I stuck my ass out for her to see, and I spread out my legs a bit so she could see the long, nasty hairs on fumunda place.
When I turned over and laid down, she was leaping up in front of me. She straddled me, then reached back with her right hand and grabbed my cock -- but this time she didn't just give me a quick squeeze. She closed on it and slid it up and down me! My God, finally, all this work is paying off!!!
The host dancer provided lotion -- aloe, I believe. I still don't need lubricant when getting a handjob, in fact I prefer if the girl doesn't use it. I like the feel of rough, dry skin-on dry skin contact. Plus, I feel like the lotion acts as a buffer between true human touching, like the dancer really doesn't want to touch me even though the act of using it makes you think she's really getting into it. But I already paid my money and I wasn't going to spoil the mood. So she spilled some lotion onto her hands and went to work on my pee-pee.
It was interesting. There was no dirty talk (glad about that, I find that to be so fake), but a lot of small talk about non-sexy stuff. It was as if she wasn't giving me a handjob. During the middle of it, in fact, we gave each other a high-five. I was happy, but I wasn't aroused for a long time during our, oh, 15 minutes in the bedroom. It's not as if I wasn't turned on by her, her beautiful naked body, or the sexual act she was performing on me -- I was. Maybe it was the novelty of it all, or the fact that there was a time limit (we couldn't stay in there forever, but I hate to be put on the clock), but it took me a long time to get hard, let alone ready to shoot.
But the deadline was approaching, and we both finally focused. I was laying down the whole time she was cranking me, so to mix things up I asked that I kneel on the bed. At this point she was feverishly wailing on my sex organ because she wanted me to shoot. But getting off my back finally did the trick I think: "Oh ... uh ... oh my God!" I stammered out. Sensing that I was about to pop, she told me the sexiest thing I've heard from her yet: "Cum on my leg!"
And I did. I finally ejaculated after about 15 minutes of getting my dick moisturized the hard way, so to speak. I don't think I expelled much, but I do remember seeing a stripe across her leg. Unfortunately she didn't pull my wang for any residual cum, so I was just hanging there, on my knees, with an oncoming case of blueballs.
Didn't matter. What I saw next was sexily romantic. She quickly got up off the bed, cum all over her (her leg at least), marched into the master bathroom, shut the door only halfway, quickly pulled down her thong underwear (she was topless this whole time but kept her undies on) and got onto the toilet, ripping out some squares of toilet paper as she started peeing. Does giving handjobs make a girl want to pee? Guess I don't care. Her allowing me to see her at her most depraved, when she's tinkling, makes me erect just thinking about it. I would have been hard then, but she made me cum, so I couldn't.
I put my clothes on. She stormed out of the bathroom and told me to quickly get dressed. I told her all throughout our session that I really didn't give a shit if one of the others barged in and saw us. They all knew what they were willing to do at the party and in the bedroom. Now if a guy came in, well. ... I failed to convince her to slow down; our 15 minutes were beyond up, so she threw my clothes at me and opened the master bedroom door as soon as I looked decent.
She wasn't cold to me the rest of the night, but she was occupied, mostly with getting high. Near the end of my stay at the party her face looked dangerously pale, almost grey, compared to the tanned skin of the rest of her body. Maybe she smoked a whole lot of weed, but I was kind of concerned for her safety.
But she made it to the end of the day. Sadly, I didn't. They went to a bar after they decided the party petered out a little earlier than they thought. I did not want to compete with the guys who were going to accompany her.
This was my first handjob from her. I'll tell y'all about my second some other time, maybe soon! And to think that I once found her ugly. I was so, so wrong and very, very stupid. She is now one of the most beautiful strippers in the world!!!
(By the way, I did get a quick, $20 dance from the former porn star out in the living room. There were two other guys at the party at this time, and they hooked up with two of the other strippers. At first I rebuffed her offer of a dance, but when I saw that the rest of the party were paired up, I changed my mind. After the other pair got done with their dance on the same couch where we were doing ours, I made sure I took my pee-pee out. She would have none of that. Funny. Maybe she wouldn't do it unless she got paid as much as she did when she was doing porn.)
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