Strip Clubs & Cum
My girlfriend Beth and I are on holiday in the San Francisco Bay Area and we finally made it to The City. We've been busy beavers out here with shopping, dining out, some Bible study through a non-denominational group and we even took in a San Francisco Giants baseball game.
In our comings and goings around town I was on the lookout for some strip clubs to visit. I've always wanted to go to one to see what goes on inside. And I'm too chicken to go to one in Little Rock, Arkansas, even though that is quite far from my home in Fayetteville because I don't want to be seen in there by somebody who knows me.
Fortunately, there are quite a few strip clubs around here – some straight ones and some gay ones. So we identified one of each and on Wednesday (July 6, 2016) Beth and me summoned up the courage to go, first, to the straight strip club (or Gentlemen's Club as it is sometimes called).
Like I said, we were just curious more than anything else about what goes on inside these places. So, not wanting to draw any attention to ourselves I wore jeans and a black top and bra and Beth wore those same ugly clothes that she wears in Arkansas to hide her sexy body.
So we go inside the place. It's dark and it is noisy with music. I think this place used to be an old theatre because there's a wooden stage. This girl is doing her routine on the stage and a bunch of guys are huddled in seats all around her and she doesn't have a stitch of clothing on and she's got her legs spread and she's masturbating in front of all the men.
I don't mean to sound naive but I was really kind of shocked. I had thought that at least their routine would be something a bit more artful like a sexy striptease. But this was totally lewd. Anyway, we thought about leaving but we decided to stay and Beth and me found a few seats way far away in the corner to watch what was going on.
We sat through about four girls and watched as each stripped and guys would tip the girls and whisper things in their ears to do. One girl turned her ass to the guy and stuck a finger up her butt. Another girl got on her hands and knees and moved back and forth like she was getting fucked in the doggy position. And what was really amazing was that girls were circulating throughout the room and letting men feel up their bare breasts and suck on their nipples. I had no idea that touching was allowed.
We looked at some of the men and they were clearly masturbating in their pants and some of the guys would walk around with bulges and the stripper girls would feel them up through their pants. Also, girls would es*cort men into the backrooms and God only knows what went on in there.
Another thing that we noticed as we sat in the corner was that was where lots of the hanky-panky things went on. Girls would take guys to seats close to us and do lap dances with them. There were also two men taking turns sucking on a stripper's strap-on dildo.
But it really got weird and scary when guys started coming up to Beth and me to proposition us. They were asking to see our breasts and stuff like that. We kept telling the guys that we weren't strippers but that just made it kind of worse. A few guys called us “whores” and “sluts” and said we should come with them to the men's toilet to get fucked. Finally, the strippers kind of ran interference for us and we did appreciate that.
The whole experience gave me an admiration for the girls. They were all very nice to us and, really, most of the guys were nice to us too. Many of the girls were very beautiful and I can understand why some guys would lose their minds in places like that with all those naked women around them. But we just had to leave after about an hour because it was getting too intense. Now Beth and me now know what goes on in these places.
The next day I visited a gay strip club. This time I went alone because Beth didn't want to go to it. So we agreed that she would be shopping in the neighborhood and I'd call her when I was done and we would meet somewhere.
Even though I figured I wouldn't get hit up in a gay strip club I still wore the same low-profile clothes (although I did wash my jeans because I figured those seats from yesterday's strip club probably had a bunch of dry cum on them).
So I walk in the place and it's kind of the same set-up as the day before – that is, except that the strippers were male. There were a few women in there and a few transsexuals too, although it was almost all men. Like the day before, I settled towards the back of the room and just sat in awe and watched all the strippers get erect on stage.
It was one of the most relaxing times that I've ever had. I was kind of secretly rubbing my pussy through my pants as I watched these guys come on stage and get hard right before my very eyes. One time two guys did a show at the same time and they pressed their penises against each other. It was awesome!
Like at the straight strip club, the strippers would circulate the room and then go backstage with a guy or sometimes more than one guy at a time. There was one guy who I really liked so I motioned for him to come over to me.
This guy's name is Dan. I think he is younger than me. Kind of a clean cut guy and I liked that look in this situation. I tell Dan I might be wanting him to give me a masturbation show but that he might not want to because he's gay. But Dan tells me he is straight and he works at this club because it sure beats working as a grocery clerk or something else. I tell him I've never seen a man masturbate in real life and that I'm a virgin and he says he's a virgin too (although between you and me I kind of doubt that).
Dan says he'll masturbate for me for 15 minutes and it will cost $175. That's really more than I can afford but it's something I really want to see so I say okay just so long as he ends it by shooting cum. Dan tells me he can do that except that it will cost $75 more and he has to wait for the last part of his shift because he needs to stay hard all the time until then (while we are talking he is wearing some really tight briefs and I can see his bulge). It turns out that his shift doesn't end for three more hours so I tell him okay and that I'll be back.
Then I get up and walk out into the bright outdoors and call Beth and we agree to meet at this little Chinese restaurant for lunch. So I walk into the Chinese restaurant and Beth is sitting down with Melissa who we met the other day at our Bible study. Melissa is staying with us at our hotel in a room next door.
At our Bible study Melissa confessed that she's an alcoholic and that she's been sober for several months but struggling with it. She doesn't look like a dru*ggie or anything like that and she's really sweet and sincere. Melissa is 29 years old and she's from California and she's really into Jesus. Her bigger problem beyond alcohol is that she's trying to get away from her ex-husband (actually the divorce isn't final yet) who is verbally abusive with her.
So we are sitting at the table enjoying our meal and talking about the Bible and addiction and her ex-husband calls her and he starts telling her that he knows she is drinking. Melissa tells him that he's wrong and if he doesn't believe her then he should come to the restaurant and see. I don't know why Melissa told him that but, sure enough, this guy walks through the door a short time later.
I thought he was going to make a scene. But at least he spoke in a low voice and he started saying to Melissa that she would always be a lush and that he was going to make sure the sheriff got a search warrant for something or other. I felt like kicking him in the shins but didn't. Then he leaves and Melissa is in tears and I tell her that she really should get a restraining order against him. Like I said, Melissa is staying with Beth and me now so you'll hear more about her later.
Anyway, sorry for the diversion but that's how I write...
Now it's time to get back to Dan at the strip club. So I go back there and there's Dan with a few guys around him. He sees me and takes my hand and leads me back into a small room with a couch. I fork over the $250 and sit down on the couch for my masturbation show.
I'm fully clothed and Dan stands up right in front of me and pulls down his briefs and his penis pops out. It's almost completely hard but not quite until he strokes it a few strokes. He's maybe 7 inches erect and his penis points kind of upwards and he is uncut.
I really want to stroke Dan but I gather that wouldn't be proper. But I kind of have no shame and I beg him to let me at least touch him. Dan says I'm “not allowed to touch the merchandise” but I say he can break the rule because I did pay him $250. He finally says okay but he orders me not to stroke it or he'll cum too soon because, I guess, the strip club job really gets him charged up. So I put my hand all the way around his penis for about 10 seconds. That was really exciting for me to see my hand holding a penis. I want to do that more.
Then Dan tells me to let go of him and he starts to jack off in earnest. I can't take my eyes off his meaty thing and it's getting redder and redder. I kind of pride myself on knowing exactly when a penis is about to shoot semen. I thought Dan was going to hold off a little longer because, after all, I had paid for 15 minutes and he was only about 5 minutes in.
But much to my shock the cum all of a sudden came flooding out of Dan's penis. I saw the stuff coming right at me but in that split-second I couldn't get out of the way. I screamed when his cum hit my black shirt sleeve and some of it even went on my bare left hand too. I was a nervous wreck and Dan started laughing and he got a towel to wipe my hand clean because I was afraid some of it might make it to my pussy later and – not likely but still possible – make me pregnant.
All and all, that really was one of the most exciting times in my life. I thanked Dan and told him that was money well spent. Then I ran out of the strip club because I couldn't wait to show Beth all the cum on my black shirt sleeve.
In our comings and goings around town I was on the lookout for some strip clubs to visit. I've always wanted to go to one to see what goes on inside. And I'm too chicken to go to one in Little Rock, Arkansas, even though that is quite far from my home in Fayetteville because I don't want to be seen in there by somebody who knows me.
Fortunately, there are quite a few strip clubs around here – some straight ones and some gay ones. So we identified one of each and on Wednesday (July 6, 2016) Beth and me summoned up the courage to go, first, to the straight strip club (or Gentlemen's Club as it is sometimes called).
Like I said, we were just curious more than anything else about what goes on inside these places. So, not wanting to draw any attention to ourselves I wore jeans and a black top and bra and Beth wore those same ugly clothes that she wears in Arkansas to hide her sexy body.
So we go inside the place. It's dark and it is noisy with music. I think this place used to be an old theatre because there's a wooden stage. This girl is doing her routine on the stage and a bunch of guys are huddled in seats all around her and she doesn't have a stitch of clothing on and she's got her legs spread and she's masturbating in front of all the men.
I don't mean to sound naive but I was really kind of shocked. I had thought that at least their routine would be something a bit more artful like a sexy striptease. But this was totally lewd. Anyway, we thought about leaving but we decided to stay and Beth and me found a few seats way far away in the corner to watch what was going on.
We sat through about four girls and watched as each stripped and guys would tip the girls and whisper things in their ears to do. One girl turned her ass to the guy and stuck a finger up her butt. Another girl got on her hands and knees and moved back and forth like she was getting fucked in the doggy position. And what was really amazing was that girls were circulating throughout the room and letting men feel up their bare breasts and suck on their nipples. I had no idea that touching was allowed.
We looked at some of the men and they were clearly masturbating in their pants and some of the guys would walk around with bulges and the stripper girls would feel them up through their pants. Also, girls would es*cort men into the backrooms and God only knows what went on in there.
Another thing that we noticed as we sat in the corner was that was where lots of the hanky-panky things went on. Girls would take guys to seats close to us and do lap dances with them. There were also two men taking turns sucking on a stripper's strap-on dildo.
But it really got weird and scary when guys started coming up to Beth and me to proposition us. They were asking to see our breasts and stuff like that. We kept telling the guys that we weren't strippers but that just made it kind of worse. A few guys called us “whores” and “sluts” and said we should come with them to the men's toilet to get fucked. Finally, the strippers kind of ran interference for us and we did appreciate that.
The whole experience gave me an admiration for the girls. They were all very nice to us and, really, most of the guys were nice to us too. Many of the girls were very beautiful and I can understand why some guys would lose their minds in places like that with all those naked women around them. But we just had to leave after about an hour because it was getting too intense. Now Beth and me now know what goes on in these places.
The next day I visited a gay strip club. This time I went alone because Beth didn't want to go to it. So we agreed that she would be shopping in the neighborhood and I'd call her when I was done and we would meet somewhere.
Even though I figured I wouldn't get hit up in a gay strip club I still wore the same low-profile clothes (although I did wash my jeans because I figured those seats from yesterday's strip club probably had a bunch of dry cum on them).
So I walk in the place and it's kind of the same set-up as the day before – that is, except that the strippers were male. There were a few women in there and a few transsexuals too, although it was almost all men. Like the day before, I settled towards the back of the room and just sat in awe and watched all the strippers get erect on stage.
It was one of the most relaxing times that I've ever had. I was kind of secretly rubbing my pussy through my pants as I watched these guys come on stage and get hard right before my very eyes. One time two guys did a show at the same time and they pressed their penises against each other. It was awesome!
Like at the straight strip club, the strippers would circulate the room and then go backstage with a guy or sometimes more than one guy at a time. There was one guy who I really liked so I motioned for him to come over to me.
This guy's name is Dan. I think he is younger than me. Kind of a clean cut guy and I liked that look in this situation. I tell Dan I might be wanting him to give me a masturbation show but that he might not want to because he's gay. But Dan tells me he is straight and he works at this club because it sure beats working as a grocery clerk or something else. I tell him I've never seen a man masturbate in real life and that I'm a virgin and he says he's a virgin too (although between you and me I kind of doubt that).
Dan says he'll masturbate for me for 15 minutes and it will cost $175. That's really more than I can afford but it's something I really want to see so I say okay just so long as he ends it by shooting cum. Dan tells me he can do that except that it will cost $75 more and he has to wait for the last part of his shift because he needs to stay hard all the time until then (while we are talking he is wearing some really tight briefs and I can see his bulge). It turns out that his shift doesn't end for three more hours so I tell him okay and that I'll be back.
Then I get up and walk out into the bright outdoors and call Beth and we agree to meet at this little Chinese restaurant for lunch. So I walk into the Chinese restaurant and Beth is sitting down with Melissa who we met the other day at our Bible study. Melissa is staying with us at our hotel in a room next door.
At our Bible study Melissa confessed that she's an alcoholic and that she's been sober for several months but struggling with it. She doesn't look like a dru*ggie or anything like that and she's really sweet and sincere. Melissa is 29 years old and she's from California and she's really into Jesus. Her bigger problem beyond alcohol is that she's trying to get away from her ex-husband (actually the divorce isn't final yet) who is verbally abusive with her.
So we are sitting at the table enjoying our meal and talking about the Bible and addiction and her ex-husband calls her and he starts telling her that he knows she is drinking. Melissa tells him that he's wrong and if he doesn't believe her then he should come to the restaurant and see. I don't know why Melissa told him that but, sure enough, this guy walks through the door a short time later.
I thought he was going to make a scene. But at least he spoke in a low voice and he started saying to Melissa that she would always be a lush and that he was going to make sure the sheriff got a search warrant for something or other. I felt like kicking him in the shins but didn't. Then he leaves and Melissa is in tears and I tell her that she really should get a restraining order against him. Like I said, Melissa is staying with Beth and me now so you'll hear more about her later.
Anyway, sorry for the diversion but that's how I write...
Now it's time to get back to Dan at the strip club. So I go back there and there's Dan with a few guys around him. He sees me and takes my hand and leads me back into a small room with a couch. I fork over the $250 and sit down on the couch for my masturbation show.
I'm fully clothed and Dan stands up right in front of me and pulls down his briefs and his penis pops out. It's almost completely hard but not quite until he strokes it a few strokes. He's maybe 7 inches erect and his penis points kind of upwards and he is uncut.
I really want to stroke Dan but I gather that wouldn't be proper. But I kind of have no shame and I beg him to let me at least touch him. Dan says I'm “not allowed to touch the merchandise” but I say he can break the rule because I did pay him $250. He finally says okay but he orders me not to stroke it or he'll cum too soon because, I guess, the strip club job really gets him charged up. So I put my hand all the way around his penis for about 10 seconds. That was really exciting for me to see my hand holding a penis. I want to do that more.
Then Dan tells me to let go of him and he starts to jack off in earnest. I can't take my eyes off his meaty thing and it's getting redder and redder. I kind of pride myself on knowing exactly when a penis is about to shoot semen. I thought Dan was going to hold off a little longer because, after all, I had paid for 15 minutes and he was only about 5 minutes in.
But much to my shock the cum all of a sudden came flooding out of Dan's penis. I saw the stuff coming right at me but in that split-second I couldn't get out of the way. I screamed when his cum hit my black shirt sleeve and some of it even went on my bare left hand too. I was a nervous wreck and Dan started laughing and he got a towel to wipe my hand clean because I was afraid some of it might make it to my pussy later and – not likely but still possible – make me pregnant.
All and all, that really was one of the most exciting times in my life. I thanked Dan and told him that was money well spent. Then I ran out of the strip club because I couldn't wait to show Beth all the cum on my black shirt sleeve.
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