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I Love Strippers

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Ever since my teenage years, I've had a great deal of trouble finding a girlfriend. I've been on a few dates, and I have several friends that are girls, but I've never been in a long lasting relationship. For the longest time, this frustrated me. And the only way to relieve that frustration was to masturbate.

Of course, after a while, masturbating gets boring. You need something to stimulate your mind, get you into a different mood, make the act exciting in some way again. And that's where strippers come in.

It wasn't until about a year ago that I went to my first strip club. I suppose on some level I was afraid of going. It just seemed like such a foreign idea to me, going to a place where girls dance around naked. One night, though, I happened upon a club while out with a friend. After much prodding from him, I agreed to go inside.

I fell in love with the place immediately. What can I say, I'm a sucker for nearly naked women (this was just a topless bar, but the g-strings the girls wore left little to the imagination). I love their curves, their soft bodies, and the way they move. The attitude these women had as well, confidence without ego. It drove me wild. So of course, the second one of them sat on my lap asking if I wanted a private dance, I said 'yes.'

Her name was Jade, which was probably fake, but it didn't matter. She was wearing a school girl outfit. She was curvy, an hourglass figure, with perfect proportions. She brought me into a smaller room with leather couches. I sat down, and she got to work.

Very quickly, the top came off, revealing a perfect pair of c-cup breasts. Without hesitation, she unbuttoned her skirt, standing before me in only her skimpy thong. She pushed her body into me, pressing her breasts against my face, her smell filling my nose. She smelled incredible. She positioned her pussy right on my growing hard on and started humping. She began moaning softly, her movements getting quicker and quicker, harder and harder. My cock was raging, and the friction of her dance was exciting me more and more. She looked me in the eye, smiling, and then moaning again. Before I knew it, I was cumming, right there, right in my pants. The song was over. She got up, put her clothes back on, took my money, and kissed me on the cheek. I immediately got my friend and ran to the car, somewhat embarrassed by my accident.

Later that night, I masturbated, thinking about Jade, her smell, the feel of her breasts on my face and chest, and the reaction she knew she was getting from me, and I had another amazing orgasm.

Every time I go to the strip club, I get a new girl. And though I haven't creamed my pants since, I do have a great jerk-off session afterwards. And that's why I love strippers.



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