From wisenack@mrwonderful.org Sat Mar 08 02:54:00 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Stripper's Delight" 1/3
From: wisenack@mrwonderful.org (Wisenack)
Date: Sat, 8 Mar 1997 07:54:00 GMT
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STRIPPER'S DELIGHT
Part One
*** Chapter 01 ***
As Jeremy continued to sit at the edge of the stage, sipping his
drink, the emcee's voice suddenly boomed out over the speaker system
of the nicely-furnished downtown strip club.
"Time to introduce our next dancer. All regular customers of
this fine establishment will recognize her... She is the very lovely,
and very popular... LISA! Let's give her a big hand!"
Jeremy smiled.
It was time for `his` woman to perform.
As the lights suddenly dimmed, causing an eerie darkness to fall
over the club, the audience quickly hushed and then a bright spotlight
shone down onto the curtain at the very back of the stage.
The curtain ruffled around for a moment, then Lisa stepped out
from behind it. The spotlight caught her, and the people throughout
the audience gave the exotic dancer an appreciative applause.
Lisa looked stunning.
She was wearing a black leather jacket, which was zipped up fully.
Below the waist, however, Lisa had not done all that much to conceal
herself. She had on a black pair of thonged panties, a black garter
belt and matching thigh-high stockings. Since the leather jacket was
a bit small, ending slightly above her waist, everyone had a clear
view of her panties and garter set. The outfit was topped off with a
pair of spiked high-heels; black ones. Her blonde hair, very long and
pretty, went down her neck and shoulders in stylish waves.
As Jeremy smiled once again, this time as he noticed the vision of
lovliness before him, a loud rock-music song suddenly filled the strip
club over the speaker system. The crowd cheered at the tune, a catchy
one, and then the stripper on the stage began her routine.
Lisa twitched her hips in a seductive manner as she started walking
toward the center of the stage. On the way, she spun around in a full
circle, and in the process, unzipped the heavy leather jacket. After
opening and closing it just as quickly, flashing her succulent breasts
to the audience, she stepped in front of a wooden chair on stage and
proceeded to lean backwards against it, using her hands for support.
That only lasted for a few seconds, though, as she snapped her head
back and then stepped forward, toward the front of the stage. The
young woman held onto her jacket, keeping it closed, and then did
another seductive spin.
Lisa stepped to the very front of the stage, close to the audience,
and started to gyrate her hips to the wild music. She turned to the
right and danced, then to the left and did the same thing.
The woman turned and walked back to the center of the stage, then
faced the crowd with a huge smile. She flashed her breasts, this time
even shorter than before, and continued strutting and prancing around.
Two quick spins were followed with three more flashes, all in a
row. The crowd roared with appreciation when she finally took the
jacket off, placing it over her shoulder. Her breasts were simply
magnificant; large and firm, even tanned.
As Jeremy watched the scene before him unfold, he could not fend
off a massive erection that was forming in his slacks. This happened
to him every single time he came here, to watch this blonde bombshell
at work. He was not interested in any of the other exotic dancers.
He was only interested in Lisa.
A couple of the customers got up from their seats and went over to
the stage, then started holding up dollar bills in their hands. Lisa
immediately noticed them, and she strutted over to one, and threw the
heavy coat down behind her.
Lisa bumped and weaved to the music in front of the man, who was
quickly joined by three others, all with money in their hands. The
stripper continued grinding to the beat while reaching out with one
hand, and those men gave her the money. After giving them a smile and
then a wink, she spun on a high-heel and went back to the wooden chair.
Lisa turned the chair around, so it was facing her, as she faced
the crowd. She leaned forward and placed both hands on it, and bumped
her hips from side to side, in a beguiling manner. She moved to the
side of it, then raised a high-heel and planted it upon the chair.
After lunging forward several times, showcasing the side of her figure
to the approving crowd, the blonde dancer sashayed over and picked up
her leather jacket.
Lisa swung it over her shoulder and continued dancing, spinning
around twice, then went back to the chair. She dropped the jacket
and then sat down in the chair, the back of it still facing her front.
She spread her thighs and held onto the chair, then started rocking
and bumping her body, which brought yet another favorable response
from the audience.
Smiling for the most of the performance thus far, Jeremy finally
reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out a clip of money.
The move did not go unnoticed by Lisa.
For as much as Jeremy had been watching her over the past couple
of months, Lisa had learned to watch him as well. It was a very simple
reason why. He tipped her very good. In fact, he tipped her better
than anyone. While others would give her dollar bills, Jeremy would
sometimes give her a twenty dollar bill.
Lisa glanced in Jeremy's direction for an instant, then went back
to concentrating on her routine.
Her blonde hair whipped about wildly as she final chorus of the
song approached. She leaned back, and then swiftly slipped off the
chair, and onto her knees. The stripper crawled on her hands and knees
to the right side of the stage, where she received tips from a total of
nine guys. She crawled to the front, and was awarded with five more
tips, and then finally to the right. Instead of crawling over to the
group which had assembled on that side, she instead went directly to
where Jeremy was sitting.
He smiled up at her, and she returned it with one of her own.
Jeremy pulled a bill out of the clip, and handed it to Lisa. She
took it and quickly glanced, hoping it was another twenty, but it was
a one. She rose to her knees in front of him, noticing the clip he
held, and started bumping and grinding her body for him.
Jeremy gave her another bill, a single dollar, and then another.
Lisa kept dancing, however, wanting the bigger bills.
She finally got one, and it shocked her.
Jeremy gave her $100.
Lisa looked at it for several seconds, stunned, and then remembered
that she had to finish her dance. She watched as Jeremy shrugged his
shoulders and put the clip back into his pocket. Then, the blonde
moved over to the final group which had assembled for her, and collected
the last round of tips.
The song came to a close and then the stripper stood up, and looked
down at Jeremy, bewildered. She had never received anything higher
than a twenty dollar bill since getting a job here, until tonight.
The hundred was a complete shock to her. It really was.
"Let's give a big hand to Lisa, for a great performance!" the
emcee announced, and the crowd offered a rousing ovation.
That brought Lisa out of her thoughts, and she suddenly smiled and
waved to the audience. She picked up her jacket and blew a kiss to
the crowd, as they continued to cheer and whistle their approval. She
blew another kiss, and yet another, before finally tossing the jacket
over her shoulder and walking off the stage, behind the curtain.
Once she was out of the audience's view, Lisa put the jacket on
and zipped it up, and quickly looked at her money. She counted it,
and the total came to $136. $103 of it came from Jeremy, whom she
referred to as `The Tipping Stranger`. He had once given her $27,
which was the prior high she had received from any customer in tips.
Lisa was still shocked at the hundred she held in her hand. She was
completely dumbfounded.
As Jeremy sat at his table, still nursing his drink from before,
he was bored. The other dancers in the club were beautiful, yes, but
they did not draw his interest like Lisa did. Lisa was a goddess to
him. He had never spoken to her; their only interaction during the
past few months was him offering money, and her taking it.
But she was still a goddess to him. Not only because of the way
she looked, but because of the friendly, energetic smile she displayed
each time while on stage. Jeremy simply sensed that she was a good
person. He had a mental image of her; the way she is outside the club.
He imagined that her regular style of dress did not suggest to others
that she was a stripper. He bet that she dressed conservatively, when
outside the strip club. He also pictured her living in a nice, clean
apartment, having a good family and being an animal lover.
"Who is that guy?" Lisa asked outloud, now in her dressing room,
still looking at the one hundred dollar bill. She was speaking to
herself. "He comes here almost every night, and tips me more than
anyone else. But at the same time, he has never approached me, just
to talk. Never made a pass at me. He doesn't even tip the other
girls... Who IS that guy?"
No matter who he was, Lisa had always considered him attractive.
He looked to be in his late 20's. He was tall, and appeared to have a
strong, muscular build. His face was quite handsome, and he had a
certain air about him. An air that hinted he was soft-spoken and
quite nice. She liked those qualities in a man.
The only reason Jeremy was still in the club was because he hoped
that Lisa had another performance scheduled. He wanted to watch her
strip again. She usually had two performances each night, and he had
just witnessed her first.
Minutes later, as a stacked brunette was dancing around on the
stage, Jeremy wasn't even paying attention. He was still seated at
the table, but was now reading the daily newspaper.
"Excuse me..."
Jeremy looked up suddenly, and much to his surprise, found Lisa
standing beside him! She had not changed outfits since her routine;
the ravishing blonde still wore the leather jacket, zipped up though,
as well as the matching panties, garter belt, stockings and heels.
"May I sit down?"
Jeremy's eyes grew big at her request, and he quickly cleared his
throat. "Umm, yes. Please. Please do."
Lisa pulled out a chair and took a seat across from Jeremy.
"Thank you," she smiled. "First, perhaps I should introduce
myself. Well, I guess you already know."
Jeremy smiled at her. "Yes, Lisa. You're introduced to the crowd
before every performance." He paused. "Oh, my name is Jeremy."
She extended her hand. "Nice to meet you."
Jeremy took her hand, and gently shook it. Her skin felt so soft
and warm to him... he could have held her hand forever.
He released it, however, and she took it back.
"Well Jeremy, let me be very forward with you. I've been working
here for three months now, and almost every night, you are here. You
tip me quite nicely, but do not bother to tip the other girls. Is
there a reason for that?" She paused, then interjected before giving
him a chance to reply. "Oh, please! Don't think I'm complaining.
I'm just a little curious, that's all."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not interested in the other
dancers. Why should I give them money if I'm not interested in them?"
She nodded her head, but was still curious. "I can understand
that. But, why do you tip me so well? No one tips me like you."
He shrugged his shoulders again. "Because you're worth more than
a dollar or two, like most customers offer. In fact, you're worth
more than what I tip you. Much more."
That statement actually made the bold stripper blush.
"What makes you think that, though?" she grinned, still blushing.
Another shrug. "I like you. That's all."
She smiled at him.
Her main intent in coming out here had still not yet been resolved,
however. Lisa was concerned about the one hundred dollar bill he gave
her. She thought it may have been a mistake on his part. Did he
intend to give her a twenty, but pulled out a hundred instead? If so,
did he notice the mistake?
Lisa figured that Jeremy was a very good customer. If he had
intended to give her $20 instead of $100, she knew that there was only
one thing which she could do. That would be the right thing.
"Jeremy, you gave me a hundred dollar bill tonight."
He simply nodded his head at her.
Her face lit-up. "You mean, you know?"
"Of course. Why? Are you complaining?"
She leaned back. "No! No, of course not! I mean, I was going to
give it back to you, if it was a mistake..."
He smiled at her. "That's very nice of you, Lisa. But, I did
give you the hundred. And I want you to keep it."
Now, not only did Lisa think of this man as attractive, but she
thought of him as very warm-hearted and friendly as well.
The stripper smiled, in a reserved way. "Can I ask you something?"
"Fire away." He was also calm and collected.
"How would you like to go out for a cup of coffee? I know a nice
little diner about a block away. Best coffee in town."
He looked at her, surprised. Was this blonde bombshell actually
asking him out on a date?
"I thought exotic dancers were not allowed to meet people or find
dates through their work," he retorted. "Company policy?"
She grinned again. "We're not. But, I'm making an exception."
He paused, calm on the outside, but wild and happy on the inside.
"I'd love to, Lisa. When?"
She shrugged her shoulders this time. "I'm scheduled for another
show in an hour. But I can cancel it, and get off work early. How
about meeting me at the diner in 30 minutes?"
"Sure," he replied. "But tell me how to get to it."
She smiled at him. "When you leave the club here, make a left.
Keep driving until you see a big diner sign. It's a block away.
Just pull in there. You can't miss it."
"And you'll be there in 30 minutes?"
"Yep," she grinned. "Go there, find a booth to sit at. Then I'll
find you. How does that sound?"
Jeremy looked at his drink and then put it down on the table.
"Like a dream come true." He got up, and stretched. "30 minutes,
Miss Lisa. I'll be there."
As she watched him leave the club, Lisa mumbled the following
words, under her breath:
"I sure hope he makes a pass at me."
END OF CHAPTER ONE ----- SEE CHAPTER TWO (filename: STRIPPER.002)
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* Blue Wave/DOS v2.30 [NR] *
From wisenack@mrwonderful.org Sat Mar 08 02:55:00 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Stripper's Delight" 2/3
From: wisenack@mrwonderful.org (Wisenack)
Date: Sat, 8 Mar 1997 07:55:00 GMT
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The following story is adult in nature and should not be viewed by those
who are a) under the age of 18 and/or b) offended by such literature.
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filename: stripper.002
STRIPPER'S DELIGHT
Part One
*** Chapter 02 ***
Jeremy found the nice, roadside diner without a problem, and
ordered himself barbequed ribs, fried potatoes and a cup of coffee.
He looked at his watch once the waitress brought his meal out, telling
himself that it would only be 10 minutes before Lisa was to arrive.
However, 10 minutes was too long. He wanted to see her now.
Jeremy could be very content in his dealings with Lisa by simply
watching her at the strip club each night and then offering her a
hefty tip. But, since she had initiated a conversation, and then
asked him out on a date... he now had broader horizons in mind. He
never expected her to approach him and put the wheels in motion, and
he sure wasn't going to approach her. Despite the mental image he
had of Lisa, Jeremy figured that if he did introduce himself, she
would just shake her head and tell him to get lost. He thought, how
many guys at the club ask her out on a daily basis? Why would she
choose him over anyone else?
But, she had chosen him.
And she even approached him.
At the club, Lisa persuaded her boss to give her the rest of the
night off. He finally relented, and then Lisa went back to the
dressing room and changed into a normal outfit. She threw on a tight
pair of hip-hugging jeans, a white blouse and a red varsity jacket,
from the college she attended.
After telling her friends at the club good-bye for the evening,
the vixen got into her car and drove down to the diner.
She was drawn to Jeremy, for whatever reason. He was attractive,
yes, but that really did not matter to her. Instead, what caught her
eye the most was his friendly nature. He just seemed very nice and
soft-spoken, and polite too. In fact, Jeremy was one of the few men
she had met at the strip club who was polite to her. He was like a
real gentleman, unlike the roudy, loud customers who often filled the
club, with their whistles and lewd cat-calls.
She had noticed that Jeremy would often sit at his table at the
club, very quietly, and show little emotion. He smiled at her quite
often, but that was basically it. Other customers would scream and
yell, hoot and holler. But not Jeremy. That was something new.
But, she still wanted him to make a pass at her.
After parking her car, and checking her make-up and hair, Lisa
walked inside the friendly restaurant and noticed Jeremy sitting at a
booth about 20 feet away. She watched him look up, and glance in her
direction... but he didn't seem to notice her. A few seconds later,
he looked up again, and then noticed her.
Lisa smiled as he stood up. She strolled over to him and the two
exchanged warm pleasantries, then they sat down together in the cozy
little booth, across from one another.
Jeremy had to stifle a laugh. "I'm sorry for not noticing you
earlier. I've never seen you in regular clothes before!"
Lisa giggled at his words. "Oh, don't worry about it." She
looked at his dinner, half-finished. "Hungry, eh? I think I'll
order something to eat as well." The blonde motioned for the
waitress, and then ordered a chicken dinner and coffee.
"This food is really good," Jeremy said, after the waitress
had walked away.
"This is my favorite place to eat," Lisa offered, then leaned
closer to him. "So, tell me about yourself, Jeremy."
He took a bite of food, and looked at her. "What do you want
to know? You need to ask questions if you wish to learn anything
in this life. That's my philosophy, at least."
"Well, let's have this be mutual," she said. "First, I guess,
how old are you?"
"28," he replied.
"28?" she confirmed. "Hmmmmm. I'm 21."
Jeremy smiled at her. "I figured that you were 20 or 21."
She paused, and then giggled while holding a hand to her mouth.
"Jeremy, please don't take this the wrong way... but I thought about
it while on the way over here. You're not married, are you?"
Jeremy looked at her, then smiled. "No. Not married. Not even
dating anyone." He paused. "Why do you think I'm always at the strip
club, watching you?" He grinned again. "Same question for you. I
don't think you're married, but are you seeing someone?"
"No," she replied, shaking her head. "I was, a month ago... but
the relationship came to a bad ending."
Jeremy was overcome with a sudden joy, because she was unattached,
although his demeanor on the outside stayed its usual, calm self.
There was a moment of silence, and finally Lisa broke it.
"What do you do for a living? You know I'm a stripper, of course.
I don't have a second job, or something like that."
Jeremy was about to speak, but held back. He did not want to tell
her the complete truth about his job.
At the young age of 28, Jeremy was the owner of the largest, most
powerful company in the entire state. A few years ago, while enrolled
in college, he won the state lottery : over 45 million dollars. Since
then, he had started his own business, one that manufactured kitchen
appliances and cookwear. The business kept growing, and with a good
customer base and advertising campaign, Jeremy had earned and built
himself a personal fortune which most people could only dream about.
However, being a wealthy man had its drawbacks. It seemed like
all the women who knew how rich he was were only interested in his
money. It seemed as though they would pretend to like and care for
him, but all they were after was his money. The routine had gotten
tiresome to him, and as a result, he rarely dated anymore.
For whatever reason, Jeremy sensed that Lisa was not that type of
person. However, at the same time, he did not want to divuldge his
true job position to her, nor his vast amount of wealth.
Not yet, anyway.
"I work in management," he simply told her. Not a lie, but not
the complete truth, either. Before she could ask him to elaborate on
that, Jeremy quickly said, "I see you have a college jacket on there.
Is that from the university, here in town?"
She looked down at the varsity jacket, then back up at him. "Why,
yes. Yes it is. I'm in Nursing."
He smiled at those words. "Nursing? You want to be a nurse? I
respect people in that profession. Always wanting to help others."
"Thank you," she grinned, then paused. "I'm only working at the
strip club so I can get through college. It's expensive, you know."
"I can imagine," he told her, the thought of him paying her entire
college tuition costs running throughout his mind. He could do it in
a heartbeat, if he wanted. It would be a drop in the bucket for him.
It was only a thought at this point, though.
He didn't want to tell her of his wealth yet. He wanted her to get
to know him, and truly care for him, before divuldging the whole truth.
"Do you play any sports at college?" he asked.
She shook her head. "Not really. I used to play softball, in my
freshman year. I was a cheerleader for two years, as well. But now,
I just concentrate on my studies, and my job."
"Do you like working at the strip club?" Jeremy inquired.
She puckered her lips together, and shrugged her shoulders. "Ehh,
I guess it's okay. Pays good money, I know that. But there are a lot
of perverts who come in there."
"Hopefully I'm not one of them," he chuckled.
"No," Lisa grinned, "no... you're not. If you were, I would not be
sitting here with you right now." She paused. "You said you're 28.
Do you live alone? Have a roommate or something?"
Not counting his staff of maids and servants, "Yes, I live alone.
Do you have a roommate, Lisa? Live in a dorm? Or do you live with
your parents?"
"I have my own apartment," she replied. "It's small, but nice.
My family lives in Illinois. I'm all the way out here for college."
"Then I take it that they do not know you're a stripper?"
"No way!" she gasped. "My mother would freak out!"
Jeremy laughed at her response, now viewing her as a regular college
girl with an irregular job... just trying to get through life.
Stripper or not, is there really anything wrong with that?
There was another stretch of silence, and Lisa broke it again.
"Jeremy... you don't... you don't think any less of me for being a
stripper, do you? I mean, when I tell some people this, they freak
out... they go ballistic. Especially guys."
He shrugged his shoulders. "I think it's great you're a stripper.
I love women who are not afraid to be free and open. And, besides
that, you're doing it to help pay for college. Whether you make money
as a waitress or a stripper, it's still money. And we all need it.
As long as you make money, legally, it should not matter what type of
profession a person is in. But, as I said, I think it's great you're
a stripper. I respect you for being open."
She smiled at his reply.
Over the next hour or so, the two got to know each other on a more
personal basis. Lisa went over her life story in a roundabout way, and
Jeremy did the same (minus his lottery winnings and personal business).
They shared some laughs, and just had a wonderful time together.
Lisa promised herself upon taking a job at the club that she would
never date anyone she had met through work.
She had changed her mind.
Twirling several strands her long blonde hair with a finger, Lisa
smiled at Jeremy as he finished his dessert, chocolate pudding. "How
would you like to come over to my apartment for a night-cap?"
"Come over to your apartment?" he said. "Well, I'd love to."
She grinned. "We can share a drink, and get to know each other a
little better. I hope you don't object to staying up late tonight?"
He looked at her, and spoke in a strong tone, "Not at all."
END OF CHAPTER TWO ----- SEE CHAPTER THREE (filename: STRIPPER.003)
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* Blue Wave/DOS v2.30 [NR] *
From wisenack@mrwonderful.org Sat Mar 08 02:56:00 1997
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: "Stripper's Delight" 3/3
From: wisenack@mrwonderful.org (Wisenack)
Date: Sat, 8 Mar 1997 07:56:00 GMT
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The following story is adult in nature and should not be viewed by those
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filename: stripper.003
STRIPPER'S DELIGHT
Part One
*** Chapter 03 ***
Jeremy drove a sporty Jeep, and he followed Lisa's car in it to
her apartment on the North end of town. It was very close to the
university, so Jeremy figured that had to be convenient for her.
The two of them walked into the living room of the quaint little
apartment. Despite owning a mansion, Jeremy remembered his roots
of living in a small apartment just like this. The living room had
a sofa and television set, along with some basic hardwood furniture,
and an assortment of plants. The kitchen was nearby, as well as a
small dining table. Off to the side were two closed doors. One had
to be the bedroom, Jeremy thought, and the other was either a restroom
or a laundry area.
As he looked around, the young man nodded and then smiled. "This
is a very nice place you got."
"Thanks," she said, placing her purse and overnight bag on the
counter in the adjacent kitchen. "Do you have an apartment too?"
The young woman hung her jacket up on a coat hook.
"Actually I own a house," he replied.
"Wow," she said, walking back into the living room. "You're
lucky. I can't wait to live in a house. I grew up in apartments
and condos. That's all my parents ever wanted. Where do you live?"
"On the East Side."
She nodded her head. "That's a nice area. Hey, would you like a
drink? I've got some white wine and champagne in the refrigerator."
"Champagne? I'd love some champagne."
She shook her head at him. "You haven't had too much to drink
tonight, have you? I mean, you were drinking at the club... I don't
want this drink to like, put you over the edge or something."
"I'm fine," he told her, which was the truth. "Besides, I only
had one drink at the club, and I didn't even finish it."
"Okay," Lisa nodded, accepting his answer. She went back into the
kitchen and poured two glasses of champagne, then brought them out.
Jeremy took a seat on the sofa, and Lisa proceeded to join him.
"Cheers," she said, as they clanked glasses.
Jeremy took a drink. "This is good stuff."
"Thanks," she said, sipping the champagne.
Lisa set the glass down on the end table, and then laid the side
of her face against Jeremy's shoulder. She wanted him to make a pass
at her. "I'm so tired. Been a long day."
"Tired?" he asked. "You want to go to bed?"
Even though his question did not have a sexual intent, Lisa looked
up at him anyway, and then smiled. "I'd love to!"
Jeremy immediately caught the meaning and laughed.
Lisa took his glass and placed it next to hers on the end table.
Then she hooked her arms around his neck, and brought his mouth
down to hers for a kiss...
Both individuals moaned when their lips first touched. For Lisa,
she was glad to have finally found a man whom she had a good feeling
about. Jeremy, on the other hand... it was unbelievable for him. He
had watched this woman at the strip club for months, and had erotic
fantasies about her as a result.
Perhaps now they could be realized.
Jeremy embraced the blonde goddess, pulling her closer to him,
pressing her full, firm breasts into his strong chest. Lisa moaned
at the sudden rush of excitement as the kiss intensified.
Jeremy had slipped his tongue into her mouth, and found her own
tongue. They brushed together, over and over, as his grip around her
body became stronger and stronger. Lisa welcomed it. She truly
loved a good, forceful embrace.
His tongue sought out and explored all areas of her mouth; from
the inner walls, to her gums and teeth, to the area below her tongue.
He reached as far as he could, trying to dive right down her throat.
"This is a fantasy for me," Jeremy told her, once the kiss was
broken. "It really is. To be here with you, like this."
"No, it's reality," she corrected him, offering another kiss.
Jeremy brought his hands up to her face, and cradled it while
breaking the kiss off. He proceeded to plant his mouth against her
neck, and then follow with a series of licks and nibbles on the
sensitive flesh.
"Oooooh," the vivacious blonde cooed, enjoying the sensations.
She liked them even more when Jeremy brought both hands down, and
massaged her breasts through the white blouse she wore. Both globes
were just as firm as he had expected. A large bust was especially
wonderful, in Jeremy's eyes, when both breasts were firm too.
He continued stroking her breasts, kneading their sides with the
palms of his hands, all the while kissing and nibbling on her neck.
Lisa reached down herself, and unbuttoned the stylish blouse she wore.
"Reach inside," she begged him, gasping.
Jeremy moved his hands past her open blouse, and kneaded her
breasts through a white bra. He had seen her topless on several
occasions, at the strip club. So he was more interested in feeling
and touching her womanly blessings, than actually seeing them.
For now, at least.
Lisa slipped the blouse down, from her shoulders, and Jeremy helped
her take it off. He proceeded to reach behind her back, and unclasp
the bra. Lisa slid its straps down her shoulders, and Jeremy whisked
the bra off in a hurry.
His mouth, as expected, went from her neck directly to a breast.
Lisa arched her back and sighed in deep pleasure as his mouth got
to work upon one of her nipples. She brought both hands around his
head, and started to weave her fingers through his short brown hair.
"Yesssss," the stripper sighed. "That feels sooooo gooood!"
No one had ever brought her so much pleasure by sucking on her
breasts... Jeremy was an expert, in her eyes. He went from mound to
mound, focusing most of his effort on her nipples. He softly bit
them, trapping each between his teeth and tugging gently. He also
sucked and slurped the tips, causing them to harden even more, and
stand out at attention.
"Let's go to the bedroom," she gasped, pushing his head away from
her breasts. It was tough to do, but she did it. "If we're going to
have sex, I want to do it in the bedroom... not out here, on the sofa."
He smiled at her while getting up. "I'm going to have to change
your mind on that, in the future."
Lisa stood up, and grasped Jeremy's hand. She led him to one of
the closed doors, and then opened it. Inside was a smallish bedroom,
although the actual bed was big enough for two.
Lisa was topless (which was quite normal for her, you know) as she
stood before her new love interest. She looked at him, as he was still
completely dressed... wearing a nice business suit.
The blonde smiled, and then dropped down to her knees.
Jeremy suddenly gasped as he realized Lisa was going for his
slacks. She undid his belt in a hurry and took it off, then slid his
slacks and briefs down. What appeared was to her liking.
"That's the biggest cock I've ever seen," Lisa whispered, a little
stunned, while taking the slab of man-meat into her hand. She looked
up at him, and smiled once more. "Wow!"
Jeremy shrugged his shoulders at her. "And you're the most
beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life."
Lisa continued smiling, his compliment swirling throughout her.
She held onto the base of his cock with her left hand, then grasped
his balls with her right hand, and proceeded to swirl the gentle flesh
between her long, delicate fingers.
Jeremy threw his head back and sighed, in total passion.
Lisa's brown eyes were glowing with hunger, thoughts of what it
would feel like to get that beautiful monster into her mouth. She
didn't want to wait any longer.
The goddess opened her mouth and slipped the cock inside.
Jeremy continued to sigh, experiencing ultimate pleasure, as Lisa
started to s-l-o-w-l-y move her head back and forth, her lips and
teeth raking across his sensitive meat in the process.
The young woman looked up at her man, and enjoyed his reactions.
She was making him feel good. That is what it is all about for her.
Lisa brought her left hand down to his testicles as well, and
that allowed her to take the entire length of his manhood into her
greedy little mouth. She swirled her tongue against his cock inside
her mouth, particulary its underside. Jeremy continued moaning,
simply loving the sensations she was providing.
Her mouth full of cock, Lisa looked up and made eye contact with
Jeremy, then offered a sweet smile. The 28-year-old man groaned at
the sight, and then shuddered as Lisa began to steadily thrust his
cock in and out of her mouth.
She did not break eye contact with him, her head bobbing up and
down at a steady, but not fast, pace. All the while, her tongue slid
in frantic circles around his shaft.
Lisa pulled his entire cock out of her mouth, then gently bit down
on the very tip. She applied a tad more pressure, which sent a total
shockwave of pleasure coursing throughout Jeremy's body. She released
it, then bit down again, causing the same result. Applying the same
pressure, she slid his cock fully into her mouth, her teeth raking it
in the process.
"I love cock," she said, looking up at him, after pulling his meat
out of her mouth again. This time, she held it before her face, and
offered a long, sweeping lick with her tongue. "I just love it!" She
licked it again in the open air, and again.
Jeremy was trembling from the immense amount of pleasure. He was
about to lose control of himself... "Oh sweetheart, I'm gonna cum..."
"Do it down my throat," Lisa said, quickly placing his cock back
into her mouth. One little squeeze with her teeth...
Jeremy groaned as his cock erupted, the first wave of cum shooting
out and landing on the roof of Lisa's mouth. She quickly swallowed it
down, and then a virtual flood of cum was jettisoned down her hungry
throat. More than she expected.
Lisa choked, something she had not done in years, while trying to
swallow the delicious liquid down. She persisted, however, and soon
he had emptied himself into her. Lisa kept busy by "cleaning" his cock
with her tongue, making sure it was dry.
As Jeremy looked down at her, his body full of sensations, he took
his suit and shirt off. Lisa glanced up at him, and admired his
strong, well-developed chest muscles. She loved a strong chest. They
made good pillows, she thought to herself.
The young lady stood and wiped a stream of cum from her lips with
a fingertip, then sucked it dry. She smiled at her man, then dropped
to the bed, and laid down upon her back. She spread her long blonde
hair out beneath her, and it fanned out over the mattress.
What a beautiful sight, Jeremy said to himself.
He sat down beside her, and reached for her skintight jeans. The
eager gentleman unbuttoned the denims, and then Lisa slid the tight
garment down her shapely hips. Jeremy, meanwhile, untied her shoes
and took them off, then proceeded to slide her jeans the rest of the
way down. Once they were off, he tossed the faded jeans to the other
side of the bedroom.
Lisa lay beneath him, and hooked the straps of her G-string with
both thumbs. One thing Jeremy had never seen, despite her job as a
stripper, was her treasure box. She never took her panties or G-string
off during a performance at the club.
He wanted to see.
Jeremy reached for the G-string, but Lisa slid it down herself.
She smiled as he inspected her blonde patch of curls with his eyes,
and the tiny slit hidden below.
Lisa boldly brought her own hands down, spread her thighs, and
then opened her slit so Jeremy could have a better view.
"What's the matter?" she grinned. "Need an invitation?"
Jeremy laughed gently, amazed at her brashness. "Not anymore."
He slid her G-string from her knees down, until it was off, and
flung it elsewhere. Then he moved down, below her on the bed, and
positioned himself between her inviting thighs. Lisa released her
crease when Jeremy touched it, using two fingers to pry it apart.
"Ohhhhh..." the blonde moaned, as Jeremy's mouth started to
explore her most private area.
It didn't take long for his tongue to find it's way deep into
her, and when it did, Lisa immediately started rock her hips back
and forth, in an effort to increase her pleasure.
As his tongue continued to explore the deep confines of her slit,
Lisa started to moan and pant, and then grabbed and held onto the
headboard of the bed, using it for support.
"That's it, baby!" she cried out, grinding her crotch against him.
"Keep doing it!"
Jeremy retreated for an instant, then took her tiny clit between
his teeth and bit it gently. Lisa's response was immense. She
screamed out in pleasure, and her entire body bucked beneath him.
Liking that reaction, Jeremy nibbled on her clit again, and received
the same response.
"You're going to make me EXPLODE!" she exclaimed, her body now
rotating in circles.
Jeremy dug his tongue into her again, tasting the sweet recesses,
then pulled out and shoved three fingers into her. Lisa's body
tensed and she sucked in a deep breath, then she started to gyrate
against his hand.
Jeremy kept the fingers buried inside her as he found her clit
with his teeth once more. He was intent on "repaying" her for what
she had done moments ago, to his cock. He bit down on her clit,
which sent a tidal wave of lust throughout Lisa's body.
She cried and shuddered as his fingers wiggled around inside her,
his teeth working on her sensitive clit.
He bit down again, and this time, did not release it right away.
"OOOOH! OHHHHH MY GOD!" she screamed, and then his teeth applied
just a slight more pressure. "OHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHH! OHHHHHH!"
He bit harder, hoping it wouldn't hurt her.
"I'M CUMMING!" she screamed.
Jeremy pulled his fingers out, but smashed his mouth against her
opening. As the juices oozed out of Lisa, her body still rocking,
Jeremy clamped down on her womanhood with his mouth. He flicked his
tongue across her clit, over and over as she came, which only caused
new and greater sensations to shoot throughout her body.
"Ohhhh..." Lisa moaned, about 30 seconds later, when Jeremy's head
finally raised from the joining of her thighs.
He looked down at her, remembering that she is the stripper who
had filled his fantasies for so long. And now, to see her, to watch
her reactions after an orgasm... an orgasm that HE caused...
"I'm in Heaven," Jeremy barely whispered.
"Huh?" Lisa said in a groggy voice.
He smiled down at her. "Nothing, sweetheart."
Lisa, still luxariating in the aftermath of sweet orgasm, sighed
and then looked up at Jeremy.
"Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me... PLEASE."
Jeremy grabbed her lower legs and flipped them upward, which
caused Lisa's back to press down hard into the mattress. He hooked
her legs over his shoulders, and she responded by linking her feet
together around his neck. Jeremy grasped his cock, hard once again,
and then positioned himself to enter her.
"I hope this is more than a one-night stand," he told her, rubbing
his cockhead against her clit.
"OHHH YESSSS," she hissed, enjoying his caresses. "It's more than
a one-night stand... I promise you!"
Jeremy placed one hand on Lisa's hip, then used his right hand to
help forge his cock into her slippery, velvet-like opening.
"YEEESSSSS!" the blonde gasped, beneath him, her body writhing in
utter pleasure.
Not wanting to waste any time, Jeremy started slamming himself in
and out of her.
Lisa cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but everything
felt good to her. She liked it when sex became a little rough.
Jeremy was simply pounding her, her legs high in the air, hooked
around his shoulders and neck. His balls slapped against Lisa's
bottom with each downward cock-thrust, the sound vibrating through
the bedroom and little apartment.
He was thrusting in and out of her at such a torrid pace, that if
it wasn't for a good, solid frame, the entire bed may have broke and
fallen to the floor.
Lisa continued to cry, but experienced unique pleasure at the same
time. She reached up and hooked her arms around Jeremy's waist, and
tried to push him down harder into her, with her hands.
The young woman eventually stammered out a sentence in the middle
of their intense coupling. "I... DO-DON'T DON'T TH-TH-THINK TH-THAT
I CAN T-T-TAKE TH-TH-THIS MUCH-MUCH LONG-LONGER!"
That only made Jeremy thrust himself in and out of her even faster.
Instead of crying, Lisa was now simply screaming. No one had ever
made her feel so hot and excited.
No one.
Jeremy couldn't take much more of this, either. Her treasure cove
gripped his cock like a vice. It was incredible.
"GIVE-GIVE IT TO M-ME ME-ME!" Lisa begged, screaming, still being
pounded. "CUM IN MY PUS-PUSSY!"
Jeremy growled, the stripper's brashness making him even more
excited, and then tightly grasped her hips with both hands. Lisa's
back arched high on the bed, giving him better access, and Jeremy's
body tensed. He growled a second time, then emptied his seed into
her and simply collapsed.
Five minutes later, as the two lay together in sweet aftermath,
embracing each other and letting out an occasional sigh, Lisa kissed
her man's neck and then looked into his eyes.
"Jeremy," she whispered, "I have a favor to ask. Please don't
tell anyone at the strip club that we're seeing each other. I'm
fearful that I may lose my job... I'm not allowed to find a date
through work."
"No problem," he told her, already knowing that fact. "But I'm
still going to visit you at the club each night, and give you good
tips. You as a stripper... you're my fetish."
She grinned at him, then planted a kiss upon his mouth. "I really
believe this is the beginning of a long and beautiful relationship. I
have a really good feeling about us."
"So do I," Jeremy beamed. "And, don't you worry your pretty little
head about anything. I'm going to take care of you from now on."
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END OF CHAPTER THREE ----- END OF PART ONE
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* Blue Wave/DOS v2.30 [NR] *