I wasn't holding out hope, but having *****y do me a handy was always something I've wanted from her. She is, truly, one of the most gorgeous strippers at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division), and she's been able to maintain her hot figure for years now, with the help of one tit job.
But the prospect of getting any sexual activity from her was just about closed, at least in my mind. I was naked with her once, at her apartment, in the VIP for a stripper party, and she made it a point not to touch my pee-pee. I also flashed myself through my porno pants with her and another stripper dancing on me at the same time several months ago; she told me to button up, probably because the rules at this house party did not allow such hanky-panky.
I was at a new place last night, so I didn't know what the rules are. Nevertheless, I followed my own rule and got a private from the girl who invited me, *****y. So we went into a bedroom and, as per my modus operandi, whipped it out through my pants once we closed the door behind me. It was totally dark. She took off her bra while I pulled down her panties. She lit up her phone so she could play songs she could dance to, and that light cast light on my cock. She tried unbuttoning my pants. She said it was obvious I wasn't wearing underwear.
Once I got on the bed, she got on top of me. At first she didn't avoid my penis, but touched it through ancillary body parts -- the thigh, the ass, stuff like that. But then, after a little bit of talking about her customer who is lost and the Trump Nazi rally downtown, she knelt beside me and grabbed a fistful of my dick. And she started wanking me! "You're giving me a handjob!" I whispered to her.
Sadly, I didn't shoot streams of semen, like I should have. A stunning, surprising moment, where a beautiful girl I wanted to touch me for years finally did, should have been an obvious reason to "celebrate." But ... well, things aren't working ideally. I am 43, and I did jerk off on Tuesday, and maybe my body wasn't ready for such a great thing to happen. If the latter is the sole reason, well, my body and mind will be better prepared the next time I take *****y private.
Sometimes, as we get dressed after we're done (I paid her $140, and that's alright, even if nothing happened), I ask the stripper to wank me off -- "one more for the road," so to speak. And *****y did jack me off. That gets me so hard right now. I can live off of that memory for a long, long time.
P.S. You know what? I'm glad I didn't cum because *****y said she didn't have anything to wipe up with. The only thing she had was my shirt. Uh, nope. And maybe she'll be better prepared next time, too!
But the prospect of getting any sexual activity from her was just about closed, at least in my mind. I was naked with her once, at her apartment, in the VIP for a stripper party, and she made it a point not to touch my pee-pee. I also flashed myself through my porno pants with her and another stripper dancing on me at the same time several months ago; she told me to button up, probably because the rules at this house party did not allow such hanky-panky.
I was at a new place last night, so I didn't know what the rules are. Nevertheless, I followed my own rule and got a private from the girl who invited me, *****y. So we went into a bedroom and, as per my modus operandi, whipped it out through my pants once we closed the door behind me. It was totally dark. She took off her bra while I pulled down her panties. She lit up her phone so she could play songs she could dance to, and that light cast light on my cock. She tried unbuttoning my pants. She said it was obvious I wasn't wearing underwear.
Once I got on the bed, she got on top of me. At first she didn't avoid my penis, but touched it through ancillary body parts -- the thigh, the ass, stuff like that. But then, after a little bit of talking about her customer who is lost and the Trump Nazi rally downtown, she knelt beside me and grabbed a fistful of my dick. And she started wanking me! "You're giving me a handjob!" I whispered to her.
Sadly, I didn't shoot streams of semen, like I should have. A stunning, surprising moment, where a beautiful girl I wanted to touch me for years finally did, should have been an obvious reason to "celebrate." But ... well, things aren't working ideally. I am 43, and I did jerk off on Tuesday, and maybe my body wasn't ready for such a great thing to happen. If the latter is the sole reason, well, my body and mind will be better prepared the next time I take *****y private.
Sometimes, as we get dressed after we're done (I paid her $140, and that's alright, even if nothing happened), I ask the stripper to wank me off -- "one more for the road," so to speak. And *****y did jack me off. That gets me so hard right now. I can live off of that memory for a long, long time.
P.S. You know what? I'm glad I didn't cum because *****y said she didn't have anything to wipe up with. The only thing she had was my shirt. Uh, nope. And maybe she'll be better prepared next time, too!
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