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Showgirls!

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: admin Posted on: 03 Dec 1998 2 comments
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Well, it was Vegas so what do you expect? I was a twenty year old college student who had just found out that I had miscalculated my tuition and asked for way too much from my student loan. So here I was in the greatest titty bar city in the world with six hundred dollars in the bank. A freind and I mulled over our choices and since I was only twenty and did not own a fake ID, we had to settle for an eighteen and older place. Which is cool because they are all fully nude. We decided on Little Darlings, a place a ways up north, but we had heard, well worth the effort. After having gotten totally sloshed on beers and mixed drinks in the dorms we headed out. The place is not huge like Cheetahs or Olympic Gardens, but it is very nice and classy. We went in and sat down. I was so amazed to see that their dancers easily rivaled those at either of the two extablishments I mentioned above, as well as any Playboy or Penthouse spread. And here I was watching them in their full pink glory. Cut to an hour later, I had bought my friend and myself a couple table dances, and was feeling good, but I was feeling frustrated. The girls had given me a hard on, which had been raging for an hour, and there was no relief aside from getting home and jerking off in the bathroom. I finally looked around the building and saw a sign that said something to the effect of, "private one-on- one booths". Which sounded good, so I asked one of the dancers what that meant, she looked at me and said matter-of-factly, "it's where you can go and jerk off while looking at a dancer, want to try it?" Now the way she said this hit me like a ton of bricks. I felt my cock, which had been losing its rigidity from the alchohol suddenly perk up and spit out a wad of precum. "How much does it cost?" I tentatively asked. "Two hundred dollars, plus twenty for each twenty minutes." My jaw dropped, two hundred dollars? Jesus Christmas in July! I was just about to say no, when a girl walked in to start her shift. Five-eleven, blonde hair down to her waist, sculpted features, PERFECT BODY. I was blown away that this girl worked here. Needless to say I was at the ATM inside ten seconds. Just then, a stripper came up to me and asked if I wanted a table dance, I said, "No, but see that girl in the bell-bottoms? Get her for me would you?" I gave her a five to clench the deal. I waited nervously near the ATM. I noticed that my freind had passed out and was sleeping with his chin on his chest. I watched the girl I gave the money to approach and point to me as she whispered in Dreamgirls ear. She smiled and broke from her compariad and began walking towards me with a cool smile on her face. "Hey there handsome, my freind tells me that you want to talk to me, is that true?" She had a cool voice, very smooth. "Actually, I want to go in there, in the one-on-one booth, you know?" I was trying not to sound nervous, but I was. "Oh, you know its expensive, right?" "Yeah, they told me." "Well, all right then, come with me." She took me by the hand and led me to the entrance to the back rooms. She stopped at the juice bar and asked the barkeep for something, then handed it to me. It was a small washcloth. My stomach was experiacing the most erotic charge of my life and the most nervous I've ever felt. She led me up to the door, took the money, told me to lock the door behind me, and walked away. There was a big comfortable chair, and just enough room to maneuver around it. There was a slot in the wall to put the twenties, I put one in and the fogged widow in front of me went clear. There she was, pulling her clothes off with a small grin on her face. She had the most perfect tits I have ever seen. She pulled off her bell-bottoms and stood in front of me with just a thong on. "Same time?" She said. "Oh, definitely." She giggled and I unbuckled the belt on my jeans. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and waited until I did the same with my jeans. "On the count of three. Ready? One, two,...three!" We both pushed down. Her hairless slit came into view and her eyes dropped from mine as my bouncing erect cock came to her eyes. We just stood there for a moment looking at one another. "It's nice, not too big, not too small. And straight, I hate when they aren't straight." I was in heaven, I sat down in the chair, she laid back in the love seat ensamble they had put together on the other side. I tickled my balls a bit, till they tightened up. Then I began to stroke up and down. I noticed her eyes never left my hand, except to occasionally look into mine. I watched as she spread her lips and finger fuck herself, matching her pumps to my strokes. We both started moaning, I began to pick up speed, going faster and faster. She was using both hands now, two fingers in her cunt and one rubbing her clit. Both of us going furiously now. "I want to see you cum!" She exclaimed. "You do?" "Yes! Yes! I want to see it spurt out! It'll make me cum! Do it, now! I want to cuuuum!" I picked up my pace, hearing this put me where I wanted to be. I was on the runway, I could feel the tickling in the tube and I knew I was close. "I'm almost there, baby, almost there!" "Oh, yes! tell me! tell me when you get there!" Her hands were a blur, as was mine. "Oh shit! Oh, fuck! Here it is!" I forced myself to keep my eyes open as the waves started hitting me. I looked right into her eyes as the first spurt came gushing out, I pointed my cock at the window and the glob hit square where her pussy would have been. She began bouncing up and down, her moans getting higher and higher pitched as more cum gushed out of my cock. I finally began to settle, but she was still going up. She arched her head back and closed her eyes, and BAM it hit her. She came so hard she let out a loud squeal, so loud in fact that the couple in the booth next to us gave us a small cheer. She started coming down, panting, light beads of sweat on her forehead. Cheeks flushed. I still had my spent cock in my hands, which had neglected to go down, due to the show she put on. We just stared at each other. "You got another twenty, I think you're gonna need it." She said looking at my still stiff prick. "Nope, I'm tapped for tonight, the ATM won't let me have any more." She thought for a moment, occasionally rubbing her clit. "Okay, what the fuck." She reached up and pushed a button. "YOu're times re-set. Better get going. But you have to do it my way, okay?" "Okay, shoot." I was more than willing, needless to say. "Use your cum as lube. I want to see that." Her tone had changed, now domineering. I scooped up what had stayed attatched to me and spread it around my palm. I grabbed hold and began stroking. She, on the other hand, raised her legs up over her head and using her ass muscles began lightly bouncing. Using her hands she pulled her ass cheeks apart and I could see her asshole flexing as she bounced. She then did something I've never seen before. With her left hand she inserted two fingers in her pussy, and the other two in her asshole, then with her other hand, did the same thing, so she had FOUR FINGERS in EACH HOLE, I was amazed, and heavily charged. She began jamming them into herself as hard as she could, spreading the holes wide so I could see right in. It didn't take long, and in just a few seconds, I shot my load all over myself and the floor. She only smiled this time. I cleaned myself up, and she met me outside the door. She took my arm and led me back up to the front room where my roomate had just woken up. She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek by my left ear and said softly, "that was the best