Taken by a Stripper

I never thought I'd be one of those guys who would fall in love with a stripper. I was never even one to go to strip clubs that much. My experience at strip clubs usually was being dragged along with my friends and while I enjoy watching women get naked as much as the next guy it was never something that I wanted to do all the time.

That was until Hannah broke up with me. We dated for about a year and the sex was to die for, but in the end we just weren't compatible. For a few months after the breakup, I really didn't want anything to do with women and was satisfied with using porn sites to release pent up sexual energy every now and then. After a while though that started getting boring and while I wasn't necessarily ready to find another woman, I wanted to be around them and see some flesh if that makes sense.

I figured a trip to the local strip club would be the perfect solution. I could get up close to some, hopefully, good looking women without having to actually date her. And it would give me a good vision to pull a nut to. Little did I know the black hole I was diving into.

It was a Friday night and right after getting off work I ate a quick dinner and headed to the strip club. I bought a drink and settled in at a table as one girl was finishing her act, and another was taking the stage. About 3 hours and about 3 or 4 drinks and I was pretty mellow and hard. The girls, while none of them were in my opinion knockouts were pretty good looking and did what I expected them to do.

Then the announcer picked up his mike and said, "And now guys put your hands together for the lovely Bambi!" Bambi appeared and as I applauded my jaw hit the floor. Bambi was a tall curvy blonde with disproportionately big titties and wide curvy hips creating a perfect backside. Long light blond, nearly platinum blonde, hair fell about halfway down her back. She was wearing tight black leather pants and a matching jacket with a white blouse underneath. The leather pants did nothing to conceal the curves of her hips and backside. My briefs that were already snug from watching several other performers were suddenly quite tight.

I was completely entranced watching Bambi perform. Everything she did was perfect from the way she smiled and smirked at all the guys watching her to the way she slowly removed her clothes. She removed each piece so slowly that it drove me crazy, but I loved it. Her jacket dropped and I saw that her upper body was just as sexy as the lower. The white blouse did nothing to hide her upper curves and was in fact straining to contain her ample cleavage. One button in particular looked like if she breathed too hard out that it would pop. The blouse also did little to conceal the lacy black bra she had on.

Watching her unbutton her shirt was nothing short of a long torture. She would undo a button and do several twirls on the poll before slowly getting to the next one. Finally, she undid the final button and then turned away from the crown to slink it off of her shoulders very slowly. This was a double tease since we couldn't see more of her front, but her gorgeous curvy ass in those leather pants was right in front of us. When she turned back around my dick gave a massive throb as I saw her massive tits crammed into the bra that looked 2 sizes too small complete with erect nipples poking out.

She made a long tortuous tease of unzipping and slowly pushing those tight leather pants down revealing a matching tiny lace thong. By then my briefs had never been so tight and half of the guys were lined up at the front of the stage hoping to tip her. She dropped to her knees at the front of the stage and allowed them to tip her. I quickly pulled my wallet out and found I only had a twenty. Fuck it I thought to myself she's worth it for this. I pulled the twenty out and quickly moved up and she allowed me to stick it in the waistband of her thong. The brief contact with her smooth skin was enough to send an electric jolt though my hand and another massive throb in my briefs.

She made an almost longer tease of ditching her bra and thong to finish the act, by which my briefs felt like a vice around my cock, and I was desperate to jack off. I left after Bambi finished her act knowing that nobody that came after would be that good in my eyes. She was just perfect to me. Yes, she had clearly had breast augmentation and worked to get those perfect wide hips and her hair was clearly dyed. Even her name Bambi was probably a stage name, but I didn't care.

Once I got home, I couldn't strip my clothes off fast enough and felt massive relief when I peeled my briefs off leaving them rolled partially inside out on the floor at the end of a trail of clothes leading to my bed. I laid down on my bed and wrapped my hand around my aching cock and began to very slowly stroke. My mind full of images of Bambi doing her act. This got my cock throbbing as my mind moved to imagining Bambi pulling on my cock instead of me. I wanted to prolong this jack off session, but the image of Bambi's hand wrapped around my hard cock pulling on it was all it took to send me over the top. Within seconds I was spilling a massive load of cum all over my lower chest and stomach.

I was completely tuckered from the most intense orgasm I had had since Hannah and I broke up. I was too tired to even try to move or clean the mess off of myself. I let myself relax and shut my eyes again thinking I would rest a few minutes and get cleaned up before bed, but that never happened.

The next thing I remember was waking up and seeing sunlight trying to penetrate the closed blinds. I rolled over and looked at the clock and saw that it was almost 11:00. I had slept nearly 12 hours. Thankfully I had nothing particular planned for that Saturday, and nobody I knew was expecting to hear from me, so it didn't matter. That intense orgasm combined with several drinks clearly knocked me out. I sat up and noticed that I had rolled over several times during the night and therefore the mess that I had left on myself was now on my duvet and that it would now have to be washed. I silently cussed myself for not cleaning up before passing out.

I got up and stepped around the trail of my clothes and made my way to the bathroom. After quickly relieving myself and washing some Scope through my mouth I stepped into the shower. As the hot water ran over me my mind quickly went back to Bambi and her act from the prior night. By the time I got my hair lathered up and rinsed I was rock hard again. Knowing that it would drive me crazy if I ignored it, I grabbed my cock and started to pull. This time I imagined Bambi here in the shower with me having fun. This fantasy had me blasting another nut all over the shower wall.

After finishing my shower, I pulled on a pair of briefs and nothing else figuring I had no plans so there was no need to get dressed. I then grabbed the duvet off of my bed and stuffed it into the washing machine with several capfuls of Tide. As the washing machine started, I wondered to myself what Bambi would think if she knew I pulled a massive nut thinking about her last night and that it was so intense that I passed out right after and ended up getting said nut all over my duvet. Would that turn her off? I doubted that. I wasn't the only guy in there fawning over her and that group couldn't have been the first group she stripped for. Would she find it flattering that she had that effect on me? Would she find it amusing? I hoped it was a combination of the latter two and hoped I would get the opportunity to find out.

As these thoughts ran through my mind I suddenly stopped and wondered why my mind was going here. Why was I worried about what she would think about me getting my cum all over my comforter because I was jacking off thinking about her? And why did I want the opportunity to find out? Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. I was falling in love with a stripper. I couldn't believe it. I've had some strange dreams and fantasies go through my mind, but I never in a million years did I ever think I would find myself falling for a stripper.

Maybe 'love' was a strong word I thought to myself as I moved to the living room and plopped down in my recliner and turned on the tv. How could I love someone I hadn't even been properly introduced with. Yes, I knew who she was, and she knew who I was, but I didn't even know what her voice sounded like. All I knew about her was that she was a stripper and had a body to die for. That thought brought about rustling in my briefs and I inwardly moaned at myself for getting in that state again. Lust was probably more accurate to my situation, but that didn't fit 100 percent either. If it was simple lust, I wouldn't care what she thought of me, only that she gave me some pussy.

Love or lust or somewhere in between I knew I was infatuated with this girl. Boy if my friends knew what was going through my mind, they'd probably be giving me hell. They always looked at me as the more prudish member of the gang so if they knew I was crushing on a stripper it would bring them no end of delight.

I wanted to see Bambi again, but I knew I needed two things before doing that again. One some time to pass so hopefully she wouldn't think I'm just a creepy perv (as though choir boys go to strip clubs...) and two some briefs that were stretchier. There was no way I'd be able to go through another one of her shows with the sport briefs I had now. This girl just brought my arousal to the next level.

As all these thoughts of Bambi ran through my mind as I tried to watch a movie with little success. I couldn't keep my mind off of her and quickly found myself hard yet again and my erection straining against the front of my briefs. I forced myself to finish watching the movie I had put on while I waited for the washer to finish. Once the movie ended, I got up and noticed that my erection had not died down in spite of the movie finally managing to distract me for a bit.

As I walked to the laundry room to get the comforter out of the washer, I could feel my erection pressing against the cotton panel of my briefs. As I passed a floor length mirror in the hallway, I noticed my bulge was huge and there was a spot of precum staining the front of my white briefs. This girl had me so horny I was leaking precum through the double cotton panel on the front of my sport briefs. Whatever I had I had it bad. I took the comforter out of the washer and carried it out the back door and stretched it over my deck rail. Thankfully my backyard has a privacy fence, so it was no big deal to walk out there in my undies for a moment.

Back inside I went about picking up the clothes I had discarded in haste the night before and piling them in the washer along with my other dirty laundry for the week. As I picked up the briefs I had on the night before I noticed a massive pre-cum stain on them that just as the ones I currently had on had saturated through both layers of the double front panel. Those briefs were dark blue, so it was even more apparent how worked up I was watching Bambi perform.

As I finished piling the clothes in the washer, I was still quite hard. I pulled the briefs off that I had put on after my shower. I wrapped one hand around my shaft with one hand and the other I held the briefs over my cock as I began to pull. More lustful fantasies about Bambi had me for the second time that day and the third time in less than 24 hours draining my balls thinking about her. I quickly dried myself off again and tossed the now cum soaked briefs in the washer before starting it.

As I pulled another pair of briefs on, I chuckled to myself thinking if I kept this up, I'd run out of undies quick.

The rest of the weekend passed in somewhat of a daze. With little to do I spent my time getting some cleaning done, grocery shopping, and as needed releasing pent up arousal from thinking about Bambi.

***

The next Friday night played out much like the prior one. I begged off a couple of guys from work who wanted me to go have a beer with them and after a quick dinner headed again to the strip club. Again after a few shows and a few drinks over a few hours Bambi was back on stage to perform, and I was ecstatic. This time I wasted no time in lining up to tip her once her little pleated 'schoolgirl' skirt fell revealing the little white G-string she had on. She grinned widely at me as I stuffed not one but two twenty-dollar bills in her underwear. Last week I thought one twenty was too much but here I was now giving her two. Was I as sap or what?

This continued the same way over the next several weeks. Some Friday nights she was there and some, much to my disappointment, she was not. If she wasn't there I'd usually only stay about an hour or so before going home. I ended up developing a good rapport with the bartender and he would tell me if Bambi was in or not that night. After a few weeks he told me if I came on Saturday night, she usually gave lap dances after her stage show.

I wasn't sure about this at first. A lap dance from Bambi while sounding like a dream come true could also end in me humiliating myself. This girl always had me so worked up that I could barely get in my door after watching her act before having to rip off my briefs and pull a nut. Having her flop her titties in my face and grind her ass up against my cock might have me spilling my load right in front of her in humiliating fashion.

In the end though the chance for more contact with her had me back in there on a Saturday night after seeing her and giving her $40 the night before. Bambi's act was, as usual, amazing only instead of stripping and staying on stage once she got down to her purple silky bra and panties, she stepped off the stage and made her way around the room from table to table. Each man at each table got a nice up-close look at her chest as she opened and closed her bra and a nice twerk on their groin. I watched as she worked the room and had every man drooling over her and forking over their cash stuffing the sides of her panties.

She walked over to my table and gave me a big smile as she said, "Hi Big Man! You having a good time?!"

"Uh huh!" was all I could manage to stutter.

"I've seen you in here a lot lately. Do you like my shows?" she asked as I saw her hands move to unclip the front of her bra.

"Your shows are great. You're so beautiful." I said as her bra popped open and her massive titties spilled out right before my desiring eyes. "Oh god damn!!"

She then grinned before reclipping her bra and spinning around and grinding her big bubble butt up and down over my groin area. It took every ounce of self control I had not to keep from soaking my pants. Her ass looked unreal with those purple panties stretching over it. As she bounced her ass up against me, I couldn't help but fish my wallet out and stuff a few more bills in her panties even though I had already given her what had become the usual $40 during the first show and $40 the night before.

Once she was done grinding me, she turned back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. This was a little unusual because she didn't do that for any of the other guys that were there. "Thanks for being so generous to me." she said before moving to the next table.

If I hadn't been hooked before I was definitely hooked after that lap dance. I was at the strip club every chance I got just dying to watch Bambi. The barman, probably only for the drinks I was buying from him, would usually give me Brandi's schedule so I would know when I could see her. I finally decided to quit torturing myself and my dick and bought some men's silk briefs to wear at least when I went to the strip club. They were a lot stretchier than my regular cotton sport briefs and were a lot more comfortable when I would get a massive hardon watching Bambi perform which I always did.

Over the next few weeks we got bolder with each other. She knew me as a regular and would therefore spend a little more time with me during her lap dance rounds. It was in this context that one night after popping her titties in my face she actually sat on my lap and asked me in almost a whisper, "You're such a good customer. Would you like a private session with me?

"Oh my god that sounds wonderful!" I said almost instantly. This particular night I was wearing my regular briefs so her sitting on my lap after flashing her tits at me and grinding me was almost unbearable. Either way there was no way I was going to give up an opportunity for a private show with her.

She smiled at me and said, "When I get done in here go wait in the hallway by the bathrooms and I'll come for you."

Once the show was done, I was out like a flash and right where she told me. As I waited, I heard a couple of guys pass and head into the men's room and caught part of their conversation. "She actually sat on his lap. Lucky bastard!" one guy said. His companion replied, "If that ass sat on my lap I probably would have popped." I couldn't help but grin to myself knowing they were talking about me, and the special treatment Bambi had given me.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Bambi suddenly appeared. "You ready Big Man?!" she asked in a sexy voice.

"You bet I am!" I replied. She took my hand and led me around the corner of the hall where the bathroom was. She led me into a room at the end of that hall. It was a small room with a small sofa and a chair and a small table. The look screamed brothel and was clearly designed for the private show I was invited to.

Bambi gestured for me to sit on the sofa and once I did, I couldn't help but stare at the skintight navy-blue dress she had on. The low-cut front allowed an ample view of the lacy pink bra she had on, and it was so short you could almost see the tops of the garter straps holding up the sheer dark stockings she had on. She shut the door behind her and turned back to me with a big grin.

"You know you're my most generous customer and I don't even know your name." she said.

"Dan." I said simply. I was looking at her chest and wondering how in the world her tits weren't falling out of that low cut dress.

"Well Dan I'm glad to know you. It's not often I do these private shows even though I know most of the guys out there would die for them. I figured you deserved something for being so generous. That being said it's not free." she said.

"How much?" I asked grateful I had just gotten paid and had some extra cash in my wallet.

"The private show is $80. Another $40 if you want to get handsy." she said. "Though I might be willing to give you a discount if you do what I want."

"What would that be?" I asked. After months of being infatuated with this girl there probably wasn't much I wouldn't have been willing to do for her.

"Take your clothes off for me." she said.

"What?!" I said thinking I had heard wrong. This was oddly given where we were and what she did for a living the last thing I was expecting.

"Hey, you've seen me in my underwear a bunch of times. It's only fair I get to see you in yours." she said. She then gave me a pouty face I had never seen her use before. It was incredibly sexy and melted my resistance. I slowly stood up and stripped down to my undies. Once she got an eyeful of my hardon straining against my white sport briefs and soaking them in pre-cum she started giggling.

"Wow!" she said grinning. "If I had known I affected you this much I would have brought you back here a long time ago." I felt my face get warm feeling a little embarrassed. She must have seen it because she said to me. "Don't be embarrassed baby. I think it's cute that I have that effect on you."

I sat back down as she started to dance for me again. It was similar to her shows and lap dances but the fact that it was just me and her in a private room made it that much more erotic to me. She shoved her titties in my face straining against the dress and her lacy bra. To give me a better view she pulled the shoulder straps of the dress down over her arms and pushed the top of the dress down giving me a full view of her chest. Her massive tits were crammed into that pink lacy bra that looked like it was two sizes too small.