On Her Knees Ch. 06

Sixth in a series of stories of women performing oral sex.

All characters are over 18 and are fictional. Any resemblance to any real-life persons is purely coincidental.

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It had been six months since Phil had gone to a strip club. Understandably, it was closed down because of the pandemic, like so many other businesses. It wasn't like he went there a lot in the first place, but he made sure he didn't become one of those guys who always found themselves going to strip clubs. But the pandemic made it harder for him to have some real female contact. Unless you were already in a relationship during that time, it was hard to meet up with women who wanted to take the risk of meeting up in person. So, when it was finally time to reopen the clubs, he was excited to finally see some naked women and even get a lap dance.

He didn't actually go right away when it first opened, he thought he should wait a while. He had heard from another friend of his living in another city that when the club near him opened back up, it took a while for some of the hotter dancers to come back, so he waited a few extra weeks until he was sure about it. Also, he thought he should wait to see if there were any reports of people getting sick after it opened up. Fortunately, it seemed they took the COVID-19 precautions very seriously there, and he decided to finally go.

He had taken a few hundred dollars from his bank's ATM earlier that day, because he remembered how much the ATM fees were at the strip club. He dressed casually, but in a new shirt that he had gotten and made his way to the club. He had asked a few of his friends if they wanted to go, but they declined. He didn't like the idea of going alone; he had done it before, but it was not as much fun as going with friends.

He decided to go around 6pm, before it got too busy to avoid a big crowd, but he still felt he should be careful because of the pandemic. At the front door, the bouncer pointed one of those infrared thermometers at him and told him the basic rules they now have because the state laws now require them. There was no more sitting at the counter by the stage. Instead, they set up a series of small tables a little further away from the stage and from each other. When sitting, he could take off his mask, but when he stood up to move around, he had to put it back on. There was also now a two-drink minimum that he had to pay for no matter what. He didn't mind; he was going to drink only two beers, and that was it.

He found a good table to sit down at, one that had a perfect view of the stage. He ordered a drink, got some twenties converted into ones, and sat back to watch the show. There were two women dancing, one on each side of the large stage; both were blondes with big breasts, but one had more tattoos. It was the first naked women he had seen in months that weren't on his computer, and it was great. He saw a few dancers walking around talking to the customers, chatting them up and trying to get them to buy a lap dance from them. There were a few dancers he recognized from several months ago, before the pandemic, and there were now a few new ones he enjoyed seeing.

A few dancers had come around to him, and he tipped them. They asked him if he wanted a private dance, but he declined. He thought it was best not to go for the private dances right away. He wanted to enjoy watching the girls dance on stage first before getting a private dance from any of them.

"Hello," said a woman's voice coming from the side as she gently touched his shoulder.

"Hello," he replied.

He turned to look at her and saw a beautiful, big-breasted blonde woman wearing a see-through bra and sequined panties. She was also wearing a mask on her face, a requirement for all the dancers who weren't on stage. When they sat down to speak with the customers or take them to get a lap dance, they could take it off, but other than that, they had to keep it on. Phil believed that masks worked to help spread COVID-19, but thought the rules about them in the club were kind of ridiculous.

"I'm Sapphire. Are you having fun tonight?" she asked.

"Yes, I am," he replied.

She did a little dance for him, and he tipped her one dollar in her top and then another one in her thong. She then got close to him, put her arm around his shoulder and got her breasts close to Phil's face. In turn, Phil put his arm around her and placed his hand gently on her ass.

"Do you want a couch dance?" she asked him.

"Yes, I would," he answered with a big smile. He had turned down enough dancers already, and he felt it was now time to get the private dance that he had so long waited for.

He got up from his table and put his mask back on, and she guided him towards the back area to the door that led to the private rooms. There was a bouncer standing at a desk by the door who took his money for two private dances. Before they went in, there was a sanitizer lotion dispenser where Sapphire said they had to use it for their hands. After that, she led him inside and to an area where they had more privacy. The private dance area was sectioned off by a series of partitions for privacy, but luckily for him, since he decided to visit the place early in the evening and not at night, there was nobody else there, so it gave extra privacy.

Phil sat down and got ready for sapphire. She sat on his lap, facing him. She then took off her top and released her large breasts for him to see, and they were magnificent. She began to move seductively on him, grinding her pussy against the erection forming in his pants. Phil began feeling her ass before moving his hands up her body and to her breasts, giving them a good squeeze. It was such a relief to finally get his hands on some tits.

"You like my big titties, don't you?" she asked.

"Yes, they're wonderful," he replied.

She pushed her tits against his head and smothered his face with them. Even with the mask still on his face, it still felt great to have a pair of beautiful tits against his face again.

Sapphire pulled her tits back from his head and looked at him.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot to tell you, we can take our masks off here," she told him.

"Oh, good," he said. Another crazy mask rule, but he was OK with it.

They took off their masks and revealed their faces to one another. Finally seeing Sapphire's face gave him a tremendous shock as he recognized her instantly.

"Carrie," he blurted out.

"How did you know—" she began to say before she stopped talking when she got a good look at Phil and finally recognized him. "Oh, shit."

During the pandemic, Phil decided to grow a beard, just something fun to do during this time. He decided to keep it when people started commenting on how good he looked with a beard. In some cases, some people he knew didn't recognize him at first until they got a good look at him, like what just happened with Carrie, aka Sapphire. It had been a long time since Carrie had seen Phil, so it took a while for her to recognize him with the beard, but she was now looking at the face of one of her cousins.

"Oh shit, I just gave a lap dance to my cousin," she said sadly.

"I just felt up my cousin," said Phil. He was shocked to find that the first tits he got his hands on were those of his cousin Carrie.

They both agreed to stay where they were and talk things out. Apparently, Carrie had been dancing for a few years now in secret, but at other clubs. The one she used to work at still hadn't opened back up yet, so she decided to go to this one, not knowing that it was the one that Phil sometimes goes to.

When their time in the private room was over, they got up and left the area. Phil tried to say something to Carrie, but she walked away too fast for him to get a chance to speak. She moved on to the next customer she could see and began chatting him up, not even looking at him.

Phil honestly couldn't blame her; it was an embarrassing situation for the both of them. Sure, he has thought about her naked in the past, even fantasized about her when jerking off, just like he did with his other attractive cousins. He was sure every guy had done that at some point. But he never thought he would actually be in a position to see one of his attractive cousins naked, let alone feel them up. He decided that it would be best for him to just leave, rather than make her uncomfortable by staying. He thought he would still go back to the club again; they had the dancers' schedule up on the website, so he could just see it to know when Carrie was working and avoid her.

The next day, he was just hanging around his apartment. He decided to check out the club's website and saw that Carrie was not scheduled to be there that day, so it was safe to try again. He was thinking about calling Carrie to talk things out, but decided it was too soon to do that. He figured he'd wait at least a few days before making a call. But it turned out he didn't have to wait long to hear from her as he got an unexpected knock on the door.

"Who is it?" he called out.

"It's Carrie," was the reply.

There was a long pause. Phil had no idea what to do. He was thinking about what he might have to say to her if he had to talk to her again, but thought he had more time to come up with something.

"Aren't you going to let me in?" she asked.

He opened the door and they both said their usual greetings, but very nervously, which was obvious to both of them. He led her in and took her to the kitchen, where he offered her a beer, which she accepted. Carrie was wearing jeans and a long-sleeved pink shirt that just slightly hugged her breasts to show how big they were. Phil was sure that her breasts were fake; he had seen her in bikinis years ago and there was no way her breasts had grown that big naturally. Of course, he wasn't going to bring that up. He was sure that she was there to talk things out with him.

"So that was crazy last night, wasn't it?" she began to say.

"Yes, it was," he replied.

"If I had known you lived that close to the club, I don't think I would've applied to dance there."

"If I had known, I probably would not have come."

"Probably?" she asked.

"Yes, well, you know what I mean."

"I think I do," she said.

Carrie put her beer on the kitchen counter and, without giving any warning, she quickly threw off her shirt. Phil was in too much shock to say anything. He just stared at her, standing there in her white bra. He thought of something to say, but was again stopped when Carrie took off her bra, releasing her large breasts to him.

"Oh," was all that he could say. He had no idea that any of this was going to happen.

Carrie approached Phil and then got down on her knees in front of him, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. She could see the bulge in his pants growing in excitement. Phil put down his beer next to the one Carrie left and leaned back against the counter, getting himself ready for what was going to happen. Although he fantasized about this, he never thought it would ever happen. Part of him wanted to say, 'No, stop, we're family', but pushed those thoughts back.

Carrie got his pants and boxers down at the same time, and Phil's fully hard erection popped up in her face, nearly hitting her nose. She was impressed by the size of the dick; it wasn't the biggest she had ever gotten her hands on, but it was still good. She spat in her hand a couple of times and began stroking his shaft. She then put the head into her mouth and began suckling on it. Phil enjoyed the feel of her tongue flicking around the head of his dick.

After a minute, she opened her lips wide and took the whole dick in her mouth, at least as much as she could fit in. Her lips were firmly sealed around the shaft as she bobbed her head back and forth. She began slowly, letting Phil enjoy the feeling of her mouth doing its magic. A few times in between, she slips it out of her mouth to lick her head with her tongue before putting it back into her mouth again. She had done this numerous times with a variety of men, and she knew what they liked when she gave them head.

Phil's hands were on her head, holding on to her blonde hair as her head bobbed back and forth. Now and then, she would look up at him with her lustful eyes and wink at him. She began to suck on the dick faster. He could feel his head hitting the back of her throat. There were moments when she held it all in her mouth, gagging on it, and then pulling it out of her mouth to get some air. Then she would do it again a few more times in a row.

She apparently sensed that Phil was nearing the moment of climax, and she began to slow down, getting herself ready for what was going to cum. Phil did his best to hold off as much as he could. He wanted the moment to last longer. It was one of the best blowjobs he ever had. Eventually, the moment was finally about to come, and he couldn't hold back any longer. Carrie sensed that about him and got herself ready. Phil's dick began to swell up in her mouth and his cum exploded into her mouth; several streams of warm white fluid spilling out and landing in her mouth. Carrie squeezed out whatever she could from his shaft, getting a few extra drops, and then pulled his dick out of her mouth just as it was starting to get soft.

Carrie stood up to face Phil, and she swallowed back the cum that was in her mouth. Phil was surprised that she did that. He had never had a girl swallow his cum before, no matter how much he asked them to. He drew up his pants as Carrie re-applied her bra and shirt; she then took back her beer, which she had left on the counter, and drank a few sips from it.

"That wasn't so bad," she told him. "You have tasty cum."

"Thank you," he told her.

"So now I did this for you, we have an understanding now, am I right?"

"Understanding?" Phil asked, not knowing what she was talking about.

"I gave you a blowjob, so now you won't tell my parents I'm stripping," she told him.

"Carrie, I was never going to tell them."

"What?" she said, surprised. "Are you serious?"

"Is that really why you did this?" Phil asked.

"Yes!" she yelled at him. "I was scared you were going to tell on me. Oh, my God, I can't believe this."

On that note, she stormed off out of the living room, roaming around Phil's apartment, cursing and yelling at herself, finally locking herself in his bathroom.

"Carrie, are you alright?" Phil asked from outside the bathroom door.

"No, I'm not. I just sucked my cousin's dick because I'm an idiot who thought he was going to rat on me, and now I feel like more of an idiot because instead of just leaving the apartment, I locked myself in the bathroom."

"You're not an idiot," he told her, although he couldn't help thinking that she could've thought things through a little more before she came over to his apartment. "I'll give you some time to calm down. I was planning to order a pizza before you came. I'm going to do it now. Do you want to share it with me?"

"Can I have mushrooms?" she asked.

He told her OK and decided that he wanted mushrooms as well. The pizza came twenty minutes later, just as Carrie came out of the bathroom, completely calmed down from her outburst before. Phil gave her another beer, and they both ate the pizza out of the box.

"I don't blame you," she began to say. "I'm an idiot for not thinking this through. I could have at least talked to you to see if you were going to tell on me or not."

"I'm sorry for not stopping you," he told her.

"Please, you're a guy. You were offered a blowjob, so of course you were going to take it," she told him. "I'm sorry for putting you in this position. I just hope you don't think I'm a total slut."

"I don't think that," he told her. He actually did think it was a slutty thing for her to do, but he wanted to make her feel better. "You were just scared and confused. I just hope we can get past this."

"How do we do that?" she asked.

Phil suggested they take the pizza to the living room and enjoy a movie on Netflix. She thought that it was a strange idea but went along with it. Halfway through the movie, they were enjoying themselves, laughing and replaying scenes they liked. She realized Phil was right; having a fun moment and eating pizza was a great way to make things better between two people. They watched one more movie, something that Carrie liked, and they both enjoyed it. By the end, Carrie still felt bad about what she had done, but felt better about herself and thanked her cousin for making her feel good again.

She told him she was still going to be dancing at the club and that he could visit her. He said he couldn't do that, but she assured him that she was OK with it and that he had already seen her naked, so it was no big deal, and Phil agreed. Since then, when he saw her at the club and she wasn't entertaining other guys in the private rooms, she sat with him to have a drink and have fun hanging out with each other. He only got one more private dance from her on his birthday and at her insistence. Other than that, they just had fun hanging out with each other.

The End.