Toilet sex and the forbidden fucking a stripper when I just can’t deny a big dick. At 47, I am one of the oldest strippers at the club. However my stripper whore body is still toned, tanned, and barely concealed beneath a sheer, sequined G-string.
Obviously, I know that the real money was in the private dances, in the back rooms and the bathrooms. And that’s where I truly excel. Men loose their minds with a flick of tongue and a squeeze. My draining of balls is my true bread and butter.
There was my next target, Tall, dark, and handsome. Sporting a twinkle in his eye and a bulge in his pants. Just like I like them, big..
Toilet Sex and A Good Time
“Hey, big boy,” I purred. “Looking for a good time?”
The man grinned, his eyes roaming over my body. “I think I’m in the right place.”
Now taking his hand I led him towards the back of the club, past the flashing lights and the thumping music. Then I pushed him down onto a ratty couch and straddled his lap, G-string riding up to reveal the curve of my ass.
“You like what you see?” I asked, grinding hips against his.
“Fuck yeah, I do.” he exhaled with a groan.
Then I stood up and led him towards the bathroom, a small, tiled room with a single toilet and a cracked mirror.
“Now, let’s see what you’re working with,” I said, reaching for his belt.
Finally I dropped to my knees and took his cock in hand, stroking it slowly, feeling it grow harder with every touch. Then leaning forward I ran my tongue along the shaft, tasting the salt of his skin.
The man groaned, his hips bucking forward. Living up to my name I took him into my mouth. I sucked him down deep and really gave that dick a joy ride.
Then I felt his cock twitching, his balls tightening. Pulling back off that cock “Not yet,” in a husky voice “I want you to fuck me first.”
Finally I stood up and turned around, bending over the toilet. I slid the G-string aside, revealing my wet sloppy pussy to him. The man groaned, his cock throbbing with need.
