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Subject: I caught my black female coworker in strip club...and fucked her
From: jaymannn <richland336@hotmail.com>
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Date: Sat, 01 Jul 2006 04:59:22 +0000
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I've got a delicious story to tell. I'm a married 36 year old white guy
who works in a real estate office in Florida. About 5 months ago, a new
woman started as a receptionist at the firm. Black, 25 and beautiful,
with a firm round ass and low cut blouses and long killer legs, Sheri
(not her real name) grabbed my attention from the beginning. We ate
lunch as part of a group a few times and chatted amiably occasionally,
but apart from that we were pretty much strangers.
Two weeks ago, after finishing up paperwork at 7:30 p.m., I was a bad
boy and stopped by a local strip club in an industrial area of my city.
It's not something I normally do since my wife would sniff out the
stripper perfume and nail my ass. Anyway, after paying my $10 cover
charge and plopping down in my easy chair next to the stage, the DJ
brought out the "ladies" who'd be entertaining us that night. Onto the
stage pranced about 8 beauties, all wearing lingerie or string bikinis
and high heels. Sixth in line and looking extremely comfortably in a
bright red lingerie was my hot coworker Sheri.
Even though I turned my head away before she had a chance to glimpse my
face, I was instantly on fire with arousal. My firm pays receptionist a
crappy $24,000 a year, so I didn't blame her this extra money she
earned. It wasn't until Sheri's dance set that I chose to reveal myself
to her. I waited in the back of the club as she did her first dance and
stripped off the lingerie to reveal two perfect breast with hard quarter
sized nipples turned upward in what I hoped was arousal. She's shaved
her bush into a landing strip of closely cropped pubes. By the second
dance Sheri was bending over and showing her purple pussy lips with a
glimpse of pink inside. I marched up to the stange, dollar bill in hand,
and waited for her to turn.
The look on her face was a mixture of panic, disbelief and excitement.
But being a pro, she quickly put on her strippers face and lay on her
side at the edge of the stage, raising her leg so that I coudl attach
the dollar. I decided to enjoy myself. STroking her black silky leg from
calve to thigh, I slowly inserted the dollar into the garter. She
smiled, kissed my girlishly on the forehead, spun around on her ass and
continued the dance.
I could barely walk with my hardon as she finished her set and sat near
the bar with two other strippers smoking cigarettes between dances. I
almost passed out from excitement as I approached Sheri, asked her for a
back room lap dance and she greedily accepted. I paid the bartender for
the room "rental" and followed Sheri into a curtained alcove in the
back.
"Naughty, naughy, Mr. P*******," Sheri said over her shoulder as she
slid the curtain shut.
"I should say the same to you," I gushed.
I ordered the three lap dance special for $50. I should explain her that
in my town lap dances, provided no alcohol is served in the club, are
"full touch". Of course, some women put up more barriers than others,
but mostly your hand can roam at will.
As we waited for the next song to begin, Sheri stripped out of the red
lace and eased herself onto my lap. I had my legs spread and my boner
was obvious through my khakis. I was pleased to see I would get the full
treatment for Sheri planted her pussy lips, bun to hotdog, around my
cock, and began gyrating and sliding to the music. I pulled her chest
forward and feasted on her tits, by now salty with sweat. She responded
with a round of necking, sucking on my neck, gently chewing my ear lobes
and occasionally licking my cheek.
Occasionally she woudl stop grinding and grab my cock through my pants,
which pleased me even more. I reached down to touch her springy wiry
black woman's pubes, so much more exciting than my wife's. To my
amazement, as I fumbled to locate her clit, I spotted it sticking nearly
3/4 of an inch outward, like a groundhog peeking from its hole.
I don't know if I was breaking the rules of not, but during the second
song, I lowered her head and we began french kissing. Perfectly
manicured hands began fumbling with the button of my khakis. With 5
seconds my cock was free and a smooth black hand expertly manipulated it
up and down. I was too fucking excited to care about condoms or
anything.
In my lust I moaned, "You dirty black whore!" and she responded by
pushing me onto the bench and easing her by now wet snatch onto my pole.
I'm not embarrassed to say I didn't last long. The sight of those
upturned black nipples, her face clenched in lust, her dripping sweat
and that slick black honeypot riding my shaft unleashed a torrent within
two minutes. She screeched a couple times and I felt her vaginal walls
contract.
We hugged tightly after climax as I felt my warm man juice oozing back
onto my balls. Slowly we disengaged and I was pleased to see her jiggly
pussy lips damp with my cum. I didn't even know what song we were on.
Nor did she. I paid her the $50, but she refused to accept any money for
the "extra special treatment." She said I could buy her lunch next week
on the job.
As we entered the corridor from teh lap dance room, we paused a last
time. She stood on bare feet since she held her high heels in her hand.
She seemed so much shorter that way. I towered over her 5 foot 4 inch
frame. We hugged like lovers and planted deep kisses on one another. She
told me I was the first white guy she'd ever slept with (I'd like to
think it was true, but who knows). It certainly wasn't what I expected
when I entered the club that night.
Amazingly, we continued our routine relationship at work the following
Monday. But there was an obvious twinkle in her eye as we handed off
paperwork to one another. And when her hand "accidentally" stroked mine
it was loaded with meaning. It's obvious to me, the strip club escapades
wont' be the last time I enjoy her sweet chocolate pussy. Boring vanilla
ain't my flavor anymore.