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    There was another stretch of silence, and Ashley broke 
it again. 
    "Michael... 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.  Ashley went over her life story 
in a roundabout way, and Michael did the same (minus his 
lottery winnings and personal business). They shared some 
laughs, and just had a wonderful time together. 
    Ashley 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, Ashley smiled at Michael 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." 


                           * * *


    Michael drove a sporty Jeep, and he followed Ashley's 
car in it to her apartment on the North end of town.  It was 
very close to the university, so Michael 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, Michael 
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, Michael 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 
upon the counter in the 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 finish it."
    "Okay," Ashley nodded, accepting his answer.  She went 
back into the kitchen and poured two glasses of champagne, 
then brought them out.  Michael took a seat on the sofa, and
Ashley proceeded to join him. 
    "Cheers," she said, as they clanked glasses. 
    Michael took a drink.  "This is good stuff." 
    "Thanks," she said, sipping the champagne. 
    Ashley set the glass down on the end table, and then 
laid the side of her face against Michael's shoulder.  She 
wanted him to make a pass at her.  "I'm so tired.  Been a 
real long day.  First my studies... then my job."
    "Tired?" he asked.  "You want to go to bed?" 
    Even though his question did not have a sexual intent, 
Ashley looked up at him anyway, and then smiled.  "Love to!"

    Michael immediately caught the meaning and laughed. 

    Ashley 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 Ashley, she was glad to have finally found a man whom 
she had a good feeling about.  Michael, 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. 

    Michael embraced the blonde goddess, pulling her closer 
to him, pressing her full, firm breasts into his strong 
chest.  Ashley moaned at the sudden rush of excitement as 
the kiss intensified. 
    Michael 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.  
Ashley 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," Michael 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. 
    Michael 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 Michael 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 Michael'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.  Ashley reached down herself, and
unbuttoned the stylish blouse she wore.  "Reach inside," she
begged him, gasping. 
    Michael 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. 

    Ashley slipped the blouse down, from her shoulders, and 
Michael helped her take it off.  He proceeded to reach 
behind her back, and unclasp the bra.  Ashley slid its 
straps down her shoulders, and Michael whisked the bra off 
in a hurry. 
    His mouth, as expected, went from her neck directly to a 
breast. 
    Ashley 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... Michael 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." 

    Ashley stood up, and grasped Michael'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. 
    Ashley 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. 

    Michael suddenly gasped as he realized Ashley 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 in my entire
life," Ashley whispered, a little stunned, while taking the
slab of man-meat into her hand.  She looked up at him, and
smiled once more.  "Wow!"
    Michael shrugged his shoulders at her.  "And you're the 
most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life." 
    Ashley 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. 
    Michael threw his head back and sighed, in total 
passion. 
    Ashley'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. 
    Michael continued to sigh, experiencing ultimate 
pleasure, as Ashley 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. 
    Ashley 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.  Michael continued moaning, simply loving the 
sensations she was providing. 
    Her mouth full of cock, Ashley looked up and made eye 
contact with Michael, then offered a sweet smile.  The 
27-year-old man groaned at the sight, and then shuddered as 
Ashley 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. 
    Ashley 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 Michael'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. 
    Michael 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," Ashley said, quickly placing his 
cock back into her mouth.  One little squeeze with her 
teeth... 
    Michael groaned as his cock erupted, the first wave of 
cum shooting out and landing on the roof of Ashley's mouth.  
She quickly swallowed it down, and then a virtual flood of 
cum was jettisoned down her hungry throat.  More than she 
expected. 
    Ashley 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.  Ashley kept busy by "cleaning" his cock with her 
tongue, making sure it was dry. 

    As Michael looked down at her, his body full of 
sensations, he took his suit and shirt off.  Ashley 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, Michael said to himself. 

    He sat down beside her, and reached for her skintight 
jeans.  The eager gentleman unbuttoned the denims, and then 
Ashley slid the tight garment down her shapely hips.  
Michael, 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. 
    Ashley lay beneath him, and hooked the straps of her 
G-string with both thumbs.  One thing Michael 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 it.

    Michael reached for the G-string, but Ashley slid it 
down herself. She smiled as he inspected her blonde patch of 
curls with his eyes, and the tiny slit hidden below. 
    Ashley boldly brought her own hands down, spread her 
thighs, and then opened her slit so Michael could have a 
better view. 
    "What's the matter?" she grinned.  "Need an invitation?" 
    Michael 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.  Ashley released her crease when Michael touched it, 
using two fingers to pry it apart. 
    "Ohhhhh..." the blonde moaned, as Michael's mouth 
started to explore her most private area. 
    It didn't take long for his tongue to find its way deep
into her, and when it did, Ashley immediately started 
rocking her hips back and forth, in an effort to increase 
her pleasure. 
    As his tongue continued to explore the deep confines of 
her slit, Ashley 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!" 
    Michael retreated for an instant, then took her tiny 
clit between his teeth and bit it gently.  Ashley's response 
was immense.  She screamed out in pleasure, and her entire 
body bucked beneath him. Liking that reaction, Michael 
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. 
    Michael dug his tongue into her again, tasting the sweet 
recesses, then pulled out and shoved three fingers into her. 
 Ashley's body tensed and she sucked in a deep breath, then 
she started to gyrate against his hand. 
    Michael 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 Ashley'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. 
    Michael pulled his fingers out, but smashed his mouth 
against her opening.  As the juices oozed out of Ashley, her 
body still rocking, Michael 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..." Ashley moaned, about 30 seconds later, when 
Michael'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," Michael barely whispered. 
    "Huh?" Ashley said in a groggy voice. 
    He smiled down at her.  "Nothing, sweetheart." 
    Ashley, still luxariating in the aftermath of sweet
orgasm, sighed and then looked up at Michael. 

    "Fuck me," she whispered.  "Fuck me... PLEASE." 

    Michael grabbed her lower legs and flipped them upward, 
which caused Ashley'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.  
Michael 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!" 
    Michael placed one hand on Ashley'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, Michael started slamming 
himself in and out of her. 
    Ashley cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but 
everything felt good to her.  She liked it when sex became a 
little rough. 
    Michael was simply pounding her, her legs high in the 
air, hooked around his shoulders and neck.  His balls 
slapped against Ashley'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. 
    Ashley continued to cry, but experienced unique pleasure 
at the same time.  She reached up and hooked her arms around 
Michael'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 Michael thrust himself in and out of her 
even faster. 
    Instead of crying, Ashley was now simply screaming.  No 
one had ever made her feel so hot and excited. 

    No one. 

    Michael 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!" Ashley begged, screaming, 
still being pounded.  "CUM IN MY PUS-PUSSY!" 
    Michael growled, the stripper's brashness making him 
even more excited, and then tightly grasped her hips with 
both hands.  Ashley's back arched high on the bed, giving 
him better access, and Michael'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, Ashley kissed her man's neck and then 
looked into his eyes. 
    "Michael," 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 believe this is the beginning of a long and beautiful
relationship.  I have a really good feeling about us."
    "So do I," Michael beamed.  "And, don't you worry your 
pretty little head about anything.  I'M going to take care
of you from now on."                ~~~


                         [The End]





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