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STRIPPER'S DELIGHT
Author: Unknown
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."
*** 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."
*** 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." ~~~
END OF CHAPTER THREE -- END OF PART ONE (filename: STRIP003.TXT)
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