It's been a few years since I'd had a lap dance. Last week, on my way to a family reunion, I decided to treat myself. My route took me past a strip club that I used to frequent in my younger days. It was around 1 pm when I drove past the place. The parking lot was rather empty, I wondered if many girls were working at that time of day. Curiosity and temptation lured me in. I left with a bit of a fun, true story to tell. Who better to tell it to than you fine, horny LPSG people?
This particular club has a long, low stage that dominates the main room. As I entered, there was a dancer on stage, about 10 guys sitting at various tables, and perhaps a dozen girls, many of them looking a bit bored. I decided to stay and have a bit of fun. I sat at a table, the waitress came by, and I ordered a beer. Within five minutes a dancer approached. I, like most guys I imagine, have my particular likes when it comes to a woman's looks. This girl was very much to my liking: about 5'6” in bare feet (minus the 5" stripper heels), long dark hair, with a truly killer body.
We made our introductions and talked a bit. I liked her. I asked if she wanted a drink, she declined. After a few minutes I suggested that we continue the conversation in the VIP room. That made her happy, of course. Business is business. She was there to make money. I was there to get my dick hard.
This particular club has several dozen semi-private booths. There are, of course, rules too. No touching the girls. Full nudity is expected, both in the VIP and on stage. No sex, no blow jobs, no hand jobs. It's all about the teasing and grinding, which I happen to enjoy. Rules no doubt get broken but I'm just looking for some fun, not trouble, so I expect nothing more.
We talk a bit while she waits for the next song to begin. She likes to talk, the conversation is easy. She's been stripping full time for twelve years, is 31. She looks about 20 to me. The next song starts and she stands up, starts dancing and stripping. I start getting hard. I'm loving the moment. She has beautiful natural tits, and her nipples are absolutely amazing. She's naked, the air conditioning is a bit chilly, her nipples are erect and about 1/2” long and 1/4” in diameter. Her areolas are small, maybe 1” in diameter, and very pink compared to her white skin. And that ass. Like carved marble.
She stands, spins slowly, letting me enjoy her from all angles, and then lowers her ass onto my crotch and grinds a bit. She's very good at her job. After song number two, and perhaps looking to extend our transaction, she drops to her knees, subtly locates the bulge in my pants, and gently bites down on my now stiff cock. All good by me. Then she slides up onto the love seat, leaning into me and running a hand up and down the inside of my right leg, eventually settling on my bulge.
The next song starts. She asks me about my sexual experiences. “What's the most dangerous or risky place you've ever had sex? Have you ever been with another guy?” As she talks she starts to work a hand into my pants, slowly, gauging my reaction I suspect. I don't object. She goes deeper, eventually grasping me and stroking my full length. After a few slow strokes she pauses, squeezes my cock, and then says “That's pretty darn big.” I say nothing in reply but the truth is I am big and I love being told so by a hot woman.
For the LPSG record, I am 7.5” BPEL with 5.5” girth at my widest point. Big out in the real world but perhaps just above average in the LPSG world. I've been called big, really big, and even huge by one lover. Still, I've watched enough porn to know that there are cocks out there that make mine look small by comparison. So there I sit with a very hot, very experienced stripper, one who is comfortable grabbing a stiff dick. I was very interested to hear her opinion on cock size, mine in particular. I let her stroke and talk, figuring that there is a bit of stripper sales talk in the mix, but still loving the experience. She asks if I have a problem with it popping up out of my pants. I tell her it's not always that big. She suggest that wearing underwear must be uncomfortable for a guy as big as me. I tell her I manage OK, and then I say “Besides, it's not that big. I imagine you've seen a few bigger ones.” I was doing a bit of mental arithmetic, thinking that in twelve years she must have given ten or twenty thousand lap dances and stroked a lot of stiff dicks.
She tells me that most guy's dicks are a couple inches shorter and not as thick as mine. She strokes. I listen and enjoy. She says, “You must have been told. Didn't anyone ever tell you that you are big?” I don't reply, just enjoy the moment, as a hot babe talks about my big dick. I am in heaven and she is making money. Everyone is happy. I must confess that a part of my rational brain was wondering whose dick she was stroking 20 minutes ago and hoping that there has been a sufficient amount of hand sanitizer between that dick and mine. But I was already too far gone to really care.
She strokes and talks dirty to me. I am a very happy customer. The song ends, there is a brief moment of relative quiet. I ask her, “What's the biggest dick you've ever seen?” I'm hoping she'll tell me about some guy she fucked, that she'll tell me he was a bit longer and a bit thicker than me. Then I'll ask her if she enjoyed it and she'll tell me she loved it. Then I would tell her that in my experience women like getting fucked by a guy with a big cock, thereby doing a bit of self promotion and also extending our big dicks discussion.
Instead, she laughs and says that I'll probably think she's a perv if she answers that question. Slightly long story short: She has a friend, a next-door neighbor, with a fifteen-year-old son. The neighbor has a backyard pool. A few weeks ago she is visiting the neighbor, pool side. Her son and his buddies arrive home and go for a swim. One of the buddies, also 15 or so, a skinny average white kid, has a very noticeable bulge in his swimsuit. She notices and can't help but look.
“How big?” I asked. “Huge. Like a horse”, she says. “His big soft dick was flopping around in his shorts, almost out the bottom on the leg”. I asked her what she was wearing at the time. Shorts and a tank top. I tell her that the kid was probably stealing glances at her and was probably three-quarters erect. She says nothing in reply. I tell her that I have been masturbating since I was 12 years old, that my cock was fully grown by age 14, and that by age 15 I was masturbating several times a day and could think about little else but sex, even though I didn't really know much about it at the time. “That's what it's like to be a 15-year-old boy”, I said.
I was hoping she would admit that she was horrible, that she felt kind of guilty, because last weekend she had purposely done some backyard tanning in a tiny bikini when the boys where next door at the pool, knowing that they would be looking over the fence at her. I was hoping she would confess, in a whispered voice, that she kept thinking about that well-hung boy masturbating to thoughts of her.
But no. She said nothing more. Maybe women don't think such things? Maybe she is not a bit of a perv? I clearly am.....
Anyway, back to the VIP. She keeps stroking. I am still loving it. “Any other huge ones?”, I ask. “A few”, she says. “Every guy is different. Big ones on short men, small ones on tall men.” Then she squeezes my dick and says “You're really hard.” Next she stretched the span of her hand along the side of my shaft, sizing me up, and says “You are very big. Wow.”
Stripper talk? Maybe. But fun and arousing for sure, and I was getting off on it. In a perfect world she would have whispered to me that she has always wanted to have sex with a guy as big as me, but that the club rules forbid it. Then, in a perfect world, she would add, “Besides, I have a very tight pussy, and even though I get very wet I'm not sure I could handle your size.” In a perfect world she would have stroked me a bit more and then dropped to her knees, pulled my stiff cock clear of my pants, and gone down on me, sucking and pumping me to orgasm. In a perfect world she would have paused a moment, looked up at me, and given me permission to pump my load down her hungry throat. In a perfect world.
In this world, none of that happened. Sorry. I told her, “Sweetie, if you keep doing that I am going to cum.” “Is that a good thing?”, she asked. “No.” That seemed to surprise her a bit. Truth is she wasn't going to swallow my load, wasn't even going to pull my cock out fully, and I did not want to walk out of the club into the bright afternoon sun with a big cum stain on my pants. Also, reality was sinking in and I was wondering if I had sufficient cash in my pocket to cover the fee. She stroked a bit more and then stood up and danced her way to the end of the song. We chatted briefly as she dressed and I paid her. She told me a joke. I thanked her and we said goodbye.
It was a fun experience and also fun to remember. After I post this message I am going to lay back, close my eyes, relive the event, masturbate, stretch the truth, and end my fantasy in a perfect world, with her straddling and fucking me, digging her nails into my shoulders as she cums several times, all the while moaning and talking, telling me that it feels so fucking good, that she has never before had such a big cock inside her, that it feels so hard, that I am so much bigger than her boyfriend, etc. Oh to live in a perfect world.
This particular club has a long, low stage that dominates the main room. As I entered, there was a dancer on stage, about 10 guys sitting at various tables, and perhaps a dozen girls, many of them looking a bit bored. I decided to stay and have a bit of fun. I sat at a table, the waitress came by, and I ordered a beer. Within five minutes a dancer approached. I, like most guys I imagine, have my particular likes when it comes to a woman's looks. This girl was very much to my liking: about 5'6” in bare feet (minus the 5" stripper heels), long dark hair, with a truly killer body.
We made our introductions and talked a bit. I liked her. I asked if she wanted a drink, she declined. After a few minutes I suggested that we continue the conversation in the VIP room. That made her happy, of course. Business is business. She was there to make money. I was there to get my dick hard.
This particular club has several dozen semi-private booths. There are, of course, rules too. No touching the girls. Full nudity is expected, both in the VIP and on stage. No sex, no blow jobs, no hand jobs. It's all about the teasing and grinding, which I happen to enjoy. Rules no doubt get broken but I'm just looking for some fun, not trouble, so I expect nothing more.
We talk a bit while she waits for the next song to begin. She likes to talk, the conversation is easy. She's been stripping full time for twelve years, is 31. She looks about 20 to me. The next song starts and she stands up, starts dancing and stripping. I start getting hard. I'm loving the moment. She has beautiful natural tits, and her nipples are absolutely amazing. She's naked, the air conditioning is a bit chilly, her nipples are erect and about 1/2” long and 1/4” in diameter. Her areolas are small, maybe 1” in diameter, and very pink compared to her white skin. And that ass. Like carved marble.
She stands, spins slowly, letting me enjoy her from all angles, and then lowers her ass onto my crotch and grinds a bit. She's very good at her job. After song number two, and perhaps looking to extend our transaction, she drops to her knees, subtly locates the bulge in my pants, and gently bites down on my now stiff cock. All good by me. Then she slides up onto the love seat, leaning into me and running a hand up and down the inside of my right leg, eventually settling on my bulge.
The next song starts. She asks me about my sexual experiences. “What's the most dangerous or risky place you've ever had sex? Have you ever been with another guy?” As she talks she starts to work a hand into my pants, slowly, gauging my reaction I suspect. I don't object. She goes deeper, eventually grasping me and stroking my full length. After a few slow strokes she pauses, squeezes my cock, and then says “That's pretty darn big.” I say nothing in reply but the truth is I am big and I love being told so by a hot woman.
For the LPSG record, I am 7.5” BPEL with 5.5” girth at my widest point. Big out in the real world but perhaps just above average in the LPSG world. I've been called big, really big, and even huge by one lover. Still, I've watched enough porn to know that there are cocks out there that make mine look small by comparison. So there I sit with a very hot, very experienced stripper, one who is comfortable grabbing a stiff dick. I was very interested to hear her opinion on cock size, mine in particular. I let her stroke and talk, figuring that there is a bit of stripper sales talk in the mix, but still loving the experience. She asks if I have a problem with it popping up out of my pants. I tell her it's not always that big. She suggest that wearing underwear must be uncomfortable for a guy as big as me. I tell her I manage OK, and then I say “Besides, it's not that big. I imagine you've seen a few bigger ones.” I was doing a bit of mental arithmetic, thinking that in twelve years she must have given ten or twenty thousand lap dances and stroked a lot of stiff dicks.
She tells me that most guy's dicks are a couple inches shorter and not as thick as mine. She strokes. I listen and enjoy. She says, “You must have been told. Didn't anyone ever tell you that you are big?” I don't reply, just enjoy the moment, as a hot babe talks about my big dick. I am in heaven and she is making money. Everyone is happy. I must confess that a part of my rational brain was wondering whose dick she was stroking 20 minutes ago and hoping that there has been a sufficient amount of hand sanitizer between that dick and mine. But I was already too far gone to really care.
She strokes and talks dirty to me. I am a very happy customer. The song ends, there is a brief moment of relative quiet. I ask her, “What's the biggest dick you've ever seen?” I'm hoping she'll tell me about some guy she fucked, that she'll tell me he was a bit longer and a bit thicker than me. Then I'll ask her if she enjoyed it and she'll tell me she loved it. Then I would tell her that in my experience women like getting fucked by a guy with a big cock, thereby doing a bit of self promotion and also extending our big dicks discussion.
Instead, she laughs and says that I'll probably think she's a perv if she answers that question. Slightly long story short: She has a friend, a next-door neighbor, with a fifteen-year-old son. The neighbor has a backyard pool. A few weeks ago she is visiting the neighbor, pool side. Her son and his buddies arrive home and go for a swim. One of the buddies, also 15 or so, a skinny average white kid, has a very noticeable bulge in his swimsuit. She notices and can't help but look.
“How big?” I asked. “Huge. Like a horse”, she says. “His big soft dick was flopping around in his shorts, almost out the bottom on the leg”. I asked her what she was wearing at the time. Shorts and a tank top. I tell her that the kid was probably stealing glances at her and was probably three-quarters erect. She says nothing in reply. I tell her that I have been masturbating since I was 12 years old, that my cock was fully grown by age 14, and that by age 15 I was masturbating several times a day and could think about little else but sex, even though I didn't really know much about it at the time. “That's what it's like to be a 15-year-old boy”, I said.
I was hoping she would admit that she was horrible, that she felt kind of guilty, because last weekend she had purposely done some backyard tanning in a tiny bikini when the boys where next door at the pool, knowing that they would be looking over the fence at her. I was hoping she would confess, in a whispered voice, that she kept thinking about that well-hung boy masturbating to thoughts of her.
But no. She said nothing more. Maybe women don't think such things? Maybe she is not a bit of a perv? I clearly am.....
Anyway, back to the VIP. She keeps stroking. I am still loving it. “Any other huge ones?”, I ask. “A few”, she says. “Every guy is different. Big ones on short men, small ones on tall men.” Then she squeezes my dick and says “You're really hard.” Next she stretched the span of her hand along the side of my shaft, sizing me up, and says “You are very big. Wow.”
Stripper talk? Maybe. But fun and arousing for sure, and I was getting off on it. In a perfect world she would have whispered to me that she has always wanted to have sex with a guy as big as me, but that the club rules forbid it. Then, in a perfect world, she would add, “Besides, I have a very tight pussy, and even though I get very wet I'm not sure I could handle your size.” In a perfect world she would have stroked me a bit more and then dropped to her knees, pulled my stiff cock clear of my pants, and gone down on me, sucking and pumping me to orgasm. In a perfect world she would have paused a moment, looked up at me, and given me permission to pump my load down her hungry throat. In a perfect world.
In this world, none of that happened. Sorry. I told her, “Sweetie, if you keep doing that I am going to cum.” “Is that a good thing?”, she asked. “No.” That seemed to surprise her a bit. Truth is she wasn't going to swallow my load, wasn't even going to pull my cock out fully, and I did not want to walk out of the club into the bright afternoon sun with a big cum stain on my pants. Also, reality was sinking in and I was wondering if I had sufficient cash in my pocket to cover the fee. She stroked a bit more and then stood up and danced her way to the end of the song. We chatted briefly as she dressed and I paid her. She told me a joke. I thanked her and we said goodbye.
It was a fun experience and also fun to remember. After I post this message I am going to lay back, close my eyes, relive the event, masturbate, stretch the truth, and end my fantasy in a perfect world, with her straddling and fucking me, digging her nails into my shoulders as she cums several times, all the while moaning and talking, telling me that it feels so fucking good, that she has never before had such a big cock inside her, that it feels so hard, that I am so much bigger than her boyfriend, etc. Oh to live in a perfect world.
