Message-ID: <20391eli$9903080555@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: RNRH85C@prodigy.com ( J M MCMURRAY) Subject: {TML} "Stripper's Delight" [2/2] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <199903071729.MAA18248@mime2.prodigy.com> 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] -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----