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15/08/2010
I guess I never really had much chance at a "normal" relationship. I never knew my father, he was a one night stand when my mother was 18. My mother was a stripper and a prostitute. She never had a meaningful relationship in her life. It came as no suprise then that while my friends were pondering over which college to apply for, I was pondering which strip club paid the best.
The day after my 18th birthday I responded to an ad in the local paper and that night I was being shown the ropes by one of the girls. The job was easy, the money was good and I got a real thrill out of dancing and teasing the guys. The club turned a blind eye to the girls making a bit of extra cash from handjobs and blowjobs but drew the line at sex.
I'd been working for about a year and a half when I met Tim. I was out partying with a couple of the other girls from work when he came and started chatting to me. He seemed like a nice guy, good looking, well dressed, cashed up and about ten years older than me. We danced and drank until early in the morning, then caught a cab back to his place. We fucked, but he didn't last long and fell asleep shortly after he came.
I wasn't looking for anything more than a good time, but Tim had a different idea and we started seeing each other regularly for dinner, drinks and sex. Tim wasn't great in bed, but I liked the idea of having a relationship and things gradually got more serious. I also liked that he wasn't critical of my job, in fact we never really talked about it.
I guess Tim was curious about my job though because he turned up at the club unexpected one night. I was in one of the private lap dance booths at the time. I didn't realise Tim had been there until I finished with my customer and one of the girls told me he had been looking for me. I was sure that would be the end of us and when I finished work I drove over to his place.
I asked Tim if he wanted to talk about what happened. He told me bluntly that the curtain hadn't been fully closed and he saw me giving the customer a blowjob. I told him honestly that it was part of the job and that I often sucked a number of guys a night. Tim was visibly shocked by my confession but wasn't angry about it. He told me that when I first told him I was a stripper he didn't know if he could handle dating me, but slowly came around to the idea and even began to enjoy the thought of me dancing naked for other men. He told me that was why he came into the club, to see me teasing other men. But he also told me that he didn't know if he could handle me sucking other guys. I slept at my place that night, giving him some space to contemplate continuing our relationship.
The next day Tim called me and acted like everything was normal. I wasn't working that night so we watched a video and had dinner together and then went up to his bedroom where he fucked me harder than he ever had before. Unfortunately he still came quickly and it was all over.
Laying in bed afterwards, Tim asked me if I liked blowing all those guys. I told him it payed well. He wasn't satisfied with that answer and asked me again if I actually enjoyed doing it. I didn't want to hurt his feelings but I didn't want to lie. I went with the truth and told him that I did enjoy it and that it was a turn on for me. Tim just nodded and then asked me if I ever fucked guys in the booth. I told him no, the club has a strict no sex policy. He asked me if the club allowed it, would I? I told him I don't know. He wasn't happy with this answer either. I told him that I probably would if the money was right. He just nodded again and rolled over and went to sleep.
Over the next couple of weeks Tim started coming into the club regularly. At home, he never really talked about anything to do with stripping and I stayed over regularly like before it all came up, the only difference was that he was making a regular habit of really fucking me hard. I was starting to worry though that he was getting jealous and starting to stalk me. I confronted him about it one night but he denied the jealousy and stalking. When I pushed him further on the issue he confessed that he was coming in because he got turned on by watching me dance for strangers. He was getting hard just at the thought of it so we went up to his room, he fucked me really hard doggy style while calling me a slut and telling me how much he loved seeing me slut it up for other guys.
This turn of event had completely taken me by suprise and left me thinking that he was a wierdo, wanting to see his girlfriend slutting it up. I wasn't going to complain just yet though, I too was enjoying his appreciation for my work. I started hatching a plan that would see the end of my lack of sexual fulfillment from Tim, at the same time increasing his sexual satisfaction.
A couple of days later we had another evening free and I started putting my plan into effect. We were fooling around in bed but I stopped him before we had sex and told him I needed to tell him something. I then lied to him for the first time. I told him that the club was relaxing its policy and was allowing sex in the private booths if the club took a small commission and that even after the clubs commission it was a lot of money for the girls. Tim's face was expressionless, he waited a moment and then asked me if I was going to do it. I told him that I wanted to because the money was good but that if he was opposed to the idea, I wouldn't. He just shrugged and told me it was my choice. I kissed him and told him I was going to do it, but that I would always make sure I saved energy for him. Once again he pounded me like crazy before falling asleep. His pounding told me everything, he wasn't just ok with the idea, he was excited by it.
I was half telling the truth. I was going to fuck another man, it just wasn't going to be for work. The following day when Tim was at work I called up one of the bouncers from work and invited him to my place. He had only worked there a couple of weeks and had already fucked most of the girls at work and had been trying hard to add me to the list. He dropped everything and raced over.
When he arrived he asked me if I had broken up with Tim, I told him no. He smiled and picked me up, carrying me to my room. He dumped me on the bed, roughly stripped us both and then climbed on top of me with his huge, muscular body. He then proceeded to pound me hard. His cock was big and stretched me nicely. He fucked me rough and unrelenting. He lasted the distance too, my poor pussy which had been missing out on a decent fuck, lapped it up and I came three times before he emptied his load inside me. He left me in bed when he was done and took off. My fingers found their way down to the hot mess he'd left in me and I played with it until I came a fourth time. Afterwards I showered and cleaned myself up before going to work and then to Tims.
It was already late so Tim and I headed straight to bed. He asked me for sex and I agreed but warned him that he wouldn't be the first today. He seemed suprised. Already? He asked me. I said yes. Did he use a condom? He asked me. I said yes again, lying. He climbed on top and pushed inside me. He told me he could tell, that it felt different. I told him the guy was big. He looked embarrassed and told me it felt a bit loose. He started fucking me, I guess it didn't feel as good as usual because it took him longer to come, but when he did he seemed very satisfied. As usual, I was left unsatisfied.
As we lay in bed afterwards he asked me if I had enjoyed having sex with the customer. I told him yes. He asked me if I had orgasmed with the customer. I told him yes, three times. He looked embarrassed again and asked me if I orgasm with him. I told him no. He was quite upset at this, I was suprised he didn't know already. I ended up describing the whole thing in great detail to him, with a few changed details as to who and where, which really turned him on. For the second time that night he fucked me.
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The day after my 18th birthday I responded to an ad in the local paper and that night I was being shown the ropes by one of the girls. The job was easy, the money was good and I got a real thrill out of dancing and teasing the guys. The club turned a blind eye to the girls making a bit of extra cash from handjobs and blowjobs but drew the line at sex.
I'd been working for about a year and a half when I met Tim. I was out partying with a couple of the other girls from work when he came and started chatting to me. He seemed like a nice guy, good looking, well dressed, cashed up and about ten years older than me. We danced and drank until early in the morning, then caught a cab back to his place. We fucked, but he didn't last long and fell asleep shortly after he came.
I wasn't looking for anything more than a good time, but Tim had a different idea and we started seeing each other regularly for dinner, drinks and sex. Tim wasn't great in bed, but I liked the idea of having a relationship and things gradually got more serious. I also liked that he wasn't critical of my job, in fact we never really talked about it.
I guess Tim was curious about my job though because he turned up at the club unexpected one night. I was in one of the private lap dance booths at the time. I didn't realise Tim had been there until I finished with my customer and one of the girls told me he had been looking for me. I was sure that would be the end of us and when I finished work I drove over to his place.
I asked Tim if he wanted to talk about what happened. He told me bluntly that the curtain hadn't been fully closed and he saw me giving the customer a blowjob. I told him honestly that it was part of the job and that I often sucked a number of guys a night. Tim was visibly shocked by my confession but wasn't angry about it. He told me that when I first told him I was a stripper he didn't know if he could handle dating me, but slowly came around to the idea and even began to enjoy the thought of me dancing naked for other men. He told me that was why he came into the club, to see me teasing other men. But he also told me that he didn't know if he could handle me sucking other guys. I slept at my place that night, giving him some space to contemplate continuing our relationship.
The next day Tim called me and acted like everything was normal. I wasn't working that night so we watched a video and had dinner together and then went up to his bedroom where he fucked me harder than he ever had before. Unfortunately he still came quickly and it was all over.
Laying in bed afterwards, Tim asked me if I liked blowing all those guys. I told him it payed well. He wasn't satisfied with that answer and asked me again if I actually enjoyed doing it. I didn't want to hurt his feelings but I didn't want to lie. I went with the truth and told him that I did enjoy it and that it was a turn on for me. Tim just nodded and then asked me if I ever fucked guys in the booth. I told him no, the club has a strict no sex policy. He asked me if the club allowed it, would I? I told him I don't know. He wasn't happy with this answer either. I told him that I probably would if the money was right. He just nodded again and rolled over and went to sleep.
Over the next couple of weeks Tim started coming into the club regularly. At home, he never really talked about anything to do with stripping and I stayed over regularly like before it all came up, the only difference was that he was making a regular habit of really fucking me hard. I was starting to worry though that he was getting jealous and starting to stalk me. I confronted him about it one night but he denied the jealousy and stalking. When I pushed him further on the issue he confessed that he was coming in because he got turned on by watching me dance for strangers. He was getting hard just at the thought of it so we went up to his room, he fucked me really hard doggy style while calling me a slut and telling me how much he loved seeing me slut it up for other guys.
This turn of event had completely taken me by suprise and left me thinking that he was a wierdo, wanting to see his girlfriend slutting it up. I wasn't going to complain just yet though, I too was enjoying his appreciation for my work. I started hatching a plan that would see the end of my lack of sexual fulfillment from Tim, at the same time increasing his sexual satisfaction.
A couple of days later we had another evening free and I started putting my plan into effect. We were fooling around in bed but I stopped him before we had sex and told him I needed to tell him something. I then lied to him for the first time. I told him that the club was relaxing its policy and was allowing sex in the private booths if the club took a small commission and that even after the clubs commission it was a lot of money for the girls. Tim's face was expressionless, he waited a moment and then asked me if I was going to do it. I told him that I wanted to because the money was good but that if he was opposed to the idea, I wouldn't. He just shrugged and told me it was my choice. I kissed him and told him I was going to do it, but that I would always make sure I saved energy for him. Once again he pounded me like crazy before falling asleep. His pounding told me everything, he wasn't just ok with the idea, he was excited by it.
I was half telling the truth. I was going to fuck another man, it just wasn't going to be for work. The following day when Tim was at work I called up one of the bouncers from work and invited him to my place. He had only worked there a couple of weeks and had already fucked most of the girls at work and had been trying hard to add me to the list. He dropped everything and raced over.
When he arrived he asked me if I had broken up with Tim, I told him no. He smiled and picked me up, carrying me to my room. He dumped me on the bed, roughly stripped us both and then climbed on top of me with his huge, muscular body. He then proceeded to pound me hard. His cock was big and stretched me nicely. He fucked me rough and unrelenting. He lasted the distance too, my poor pussy which had been missing out on a decent fuck, lapped it up and I came three times before he emptied his load inside me. He left me in bed when he was done and took off. My fingers found their way down to the hot mess he'd left in me and I played with it until I came a fourth time. Afterwards I showered and cleaned myself up before going to work and then to Tims.
It was already late so Tim and I headed straight to bed. He asked me for sex and I agreed but warned him that he wouldn't be the first today. He seemed suprised. Already? He asked me. I said yes. Did he use a condom? He asked me. I said yes again, lying. He climbed on top and pushed inside me. He told me he could tell, that it felt different. I told him the guy was big. He looked embarrassed and told me it felt a bit loose. He started fucking me, I guess it didn't feel as good as usual because it took him longer to come, but when he did he seemed very satisfied. As usual, I was left unsatisfied.
As we lay in bed afterwards he asked me if I had enjoyed having sex with the customer. I told him yes. He asked me if I had orgasmed with the customer. I told him yes, three times. He looked embarrassed again and asked me if I orgasm with him. I told him no. He was quite upset at this, I was suprised he didn't know already. I ended up describing the whole thing in great detail to him, with a few changed details as to who and where, which really turned him on. For the second time that night he fucked me.
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