Way back in the 60's I lived in the New York area. I was eighteen and I caught a bus one evening into Manhattan and went to Times Square. In those days there were quite a few theatres that showed porn non-stop, 24/7. I went in to the theatre which had only myself and a few other patrons. A movie was on and after about 20 minutes it ended a woman came on stage to strip. She was at least 40 and not really all that hot, except to my 18 year old mind. She stripped to three songs in the old fashioned style. When she was done another movie came on. 10 minutes later the older stripper came out of the door near the back of the theatre and began walking around the theatre, stopping to talk to each of the few patrons there.
When she got to me she said "Would you like a body massage?" I asked how much and she responded "20 bucks". I said sure and followed her as she led me to a dressing room near the lobby. There was little in there other than a table with a mirror, her stripper outfits, and a cot. She told me to undress and lay down. I did and she began to undress. My cock grew into near instant teenage maximum wood. She picked up a bottle of hand lotion and kneeling next to me, poured some on her hands, rubbed them together and then took hold of my cock. She pumped that handle like a pro, changing pressure speed and grip, tightening toward the base, twisting on the way up, and tightening at the base of the head. Still, I was very nervous and was not cumming as soon as she probably would have liked. I reached my hand toward her tits and she sighed in resignation and nodding that I could play with her big, but a bit saggy, tits. She redoubled her efforts and after a few minutes I know I was getting close. So did she, being a pro. Pumping her hand faster she stated urging me on. "That's it baby....cum for me....come on baby, shoot that load!" When I finally did, for the first time by a hand other than my own, it surprised even her. My cum flew up to the level of her face before falling down on my belly. A good 4 or more spurts. I arched myself up trying to give it all I had and she held up her end of things, pumping like a machine until I had given every drop.. She helped me clean up and when we left the room and parted I saw her talking to another woman and using her hands to describe how I had shot my load. I felt pretty good about it.
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