5 comments/ 25890 views/ 10 favorites King of the Strippers Ch. 01 By: BothWorld I was putting the finishing touches on a website I developed for a multi-national corporation. I had spent the last year of my life on it and was pretty proud of it. I sat back in my chair and thought about the last year. It started with my divorce. I married right out of college, which was too soon and lasted only two years. I was bummed about it in the beginning, but realized it was the best for all. I dealt with the divorce by burying myself in the website. I managed to go on a few dates, but I really wasn't in to it. If I wasn't working I was at the gym. Work kept me mentally busy while the gym kept me physically busy. Now the website was a week from being finished and it was time for me to stock once again and decide what I wanted to do next. But before I started that, I wanted to celebrate the completion of the website. It was a major goal and warranted recognition. I wasn't currently seeing anyone. I didn't really feel like a date anyway. I was not in the mood to have polite conversation and pretend that whatever she was saying was interesting. Let's face it, usually it's not. No, I felt more like tying one on, letting loose and not having to worry about what I said or did. I just wanted to have some fun. I remembered a place I had gone to several months earlier. I'm not a big fan of strip clubs, but sometimes they really hit the spot. Now if I'm going to drop some cash to see naked women, they have to be good looking. Most places were hit and miss. The place I was thinking about had the most beautiful women I had ever seen. It was a classy place and outrageously expensive. That's one of the reasons I hadn't been back. But tonight I didn't care about the money. The more I thought about it, the more I realized this place was just what I had in mind. I put on a nice pair of slacks and dress shirt and headed out. I walked into the place and it was just as I remembered it. The interior was very nice, very upper class and the girls, every single one of them, were absolutely gorgeous. The waitresses wore French maid costumes with fluffy petticoats, black stockings and spike high heels. The fantasy's started popping into my head as my eyes darted from one to the next making my way to a table. My table was halfway between three different stages. I could easily see them all from where I was sitting. The dancers wore erotic costumes. Now these weren't your cheap Halloween costumes. No, these costumes appeared to be hand tailored for each girl as they fit perfectly. And each costume was altered to exaggerate the erotic nature of the character being portrayed. It was like walking into a dream, an erotic dream. My thoughts went from a harem tent to a tavern in old England to a disco in the seventies. Each thought shared the same reality, beautiful women whose only thought was to please me sexually. The waitress, a stunning blonde, came to get my drink order. After my eyes consumed her bountiful breasts barely contained within her low cut top, I managed to order a whiskey. She gave me a lustful leer that caused a stir in my slacks and walked away. I congratulated myself on making the right choice of establishments and shifted to my eyes to the main stage. And what I saw was Santa's little helper complete with red satin mini skirt trimmed in white fur, cute little crop top with a red hood also trimmed in white fur. She was wearing red and white stripped stockings that were held in place by black garter straps. She was simply gorgeous. She looked so cute, and yet nasty hot, in her little erotic costume. I knew instantly I would dream of her for weeks to come. The guys approached the stage with money in their hand drooling over her every move. And she knew just how to play them. She removed piece after piece of that little erotic costume while stuffing the bills in her thong. I fantasized about having a wife that looked like that, dressed like that on certain occasions when she wanted to spice things up. Great fantasy. But let's face it. There is not a wife in the world that looks like that. That's why those guys were here instead of at home. I took a sip of my drink and watched as she collected bill after bill from them. They would go home horny and their wives would have a night full of sex. It was a win-win. As hard as it was, I shifted my eyes to the next stage where I found a stunningly beautiful brunette. I didn't know what her costume was as she had already removed it. Her highly tanned body was clothed in a simple red lace g-string with a matching feather tucked into her hair held by a diamond clasp. She had a single purple ribbon tied around her neck in choker fashion, but the ribbon was much more suggestive and erotic than any choker I had ever seen. She had another purple ribbon tied around her thigh drawing attention to her perfectly shaped legs. But it was her face, her big brown eyes that absolutely destroyed me. She had a way of looking right into your soul. Her lips were perfectly curved, pouty and sexy as hell. She seemed out of place on that stage. Her beauty certainly wasn't out of place, but I saw intelligence in those eyes that didn't seem to fit this environment. The way she moved was hypnotic. Her lean body was the pinnacle of sensuality. Her facial expressions were sultry and provocative. I'm not one to give cash to dancers, but I couldn't resist her. I found myself getting to my feet and taking my place at the foot of the stage with the other drooling idiots. I pulled a twenty and waited my turn. I watched as she worked her way down the line finally making it to me. Those eyes pierced right through me capturing my inner most desires. She shimmed down and pushed those perfect breasts against my face. It was pure heaven. I tucked my twenty into her g-string as I asked her name. "Gina," she said simply. And with a final look, she moved to the next guy. I went back to my table and ordered another drink. I saw her later working the room. She was fully dressed now, if you could call it that, wearing a saloon girl costume. The red satin complimented her complexion very nicely. She moved like a cat on the prowl. She caught me staring at her and joined me at my table. "Hey Handsome. You look lonely sitting here all by yourself. Want some company?" "Absolutely. May I buy you a drink?" I asked as the waitress came over. "Fuzzy navel," she said. I ordered and turned my attention back to Gina. "You look really good in that costume," I said with a smile. She batted her eyelashes at me, broke a subtle smile across those pouty lips and said, "Why thank you." My heart melted right then and there. "Would it be enough to get your six guns blaring?" "Yes it would," I said. "I wouldn't let the bad guys get you." "But what if I wanted a bad guy to get me," she asked with a sly smile. I didn't have an answer for that. My flirting skills were no match for hers. She wrapped her arm inside on mine and gave me a smile, "Mm, feels like somebody goes to the gym." "Yeah...I like to workout." "I bet you have a six pack in there too, don't you?" I figured she was just giving me compliments. She probably said the same thing to every guy in the place. "More like five and half," I joked. I didn't want to sound conceded. "I bet you are no stranger to a gym with a body like that." She smiled and squeezed my arm. I'm sure she heard that a million times a night. She was gorgeous. And you didn't have a body like that if you didn't work at it. I cursed myself for being so predictable. The blonde who had been on the main stage walked by and Gina grabbed her arm, "Hey Lisa...come join me and Handsome." Lisa gave me the once over and smiled. She pulled up a chair on my other side and sat down. "Well hi there Handsome." "Check out these arms," Gina said to her. Lisa wrapped her fingers around my other arm and squeezed. "Nice, very nice." She gave me a dreamy look and said, "I bet you look really good...naked." I felt my face turn red. I was not used to being the center of attention. It didn't seem right given the two beautiful women sitting with me. "And he has the cutest little bubble ass," Gina continued. Lisa smiled, "Yeah I saw it when he walked in. You don't see that too often." I saw this little look they exchanged between them. They really did think I had a cute ass. "But what's he packing down below?" Lisa said looking me in the eye. She ran her tongue across her bottom lip and slipped her hand into my lap, "Oooh...you have a nice one Handsome." No sooner had she said that when I felt a hand slide in from the other side. Gina did more than run her hand along my cock. She actually took it between her fingers and squeezed it. And that squeeze started things going. "Very nice indeed," Gina said feeling it swell. I felt her hand melt away only to be replaced by Lisa's. I felt her finger trace around the head of my cock which only made me harder. "Mmm nice. How big are you Handsome?" I could feel my face turn red again. "Come on...I know you know. Guys always measure themselves. Tell me." "Seven inches." "Mmm...seven inches with a cute ass. You got possibilities Handsome...real possibilities," Lisa smiled getting to her feet. "See you later baby," she said to Gina. "Do you want a lap dance Handsome?" Gina asked looking into my eyes. "Yeah, that sounds great." I knew it would be expensive, but she was well worth it. She grabbed my hand and walked me back to the private area and planted me down on a couch. She started working me over with that killer body of hers. She eased her perfect ass down my body and felt my hardness. She smiled as she rubbed against it several times bringing me to the edge of orgasm stopping just in time before I exploded. She could see how excited I was. She gave me a knowing smile and slipped her finger past my lips. She waited to feel my tongue, which naturally began caressing her finger. She continued to dance while working her finger back and forth sensuously across my lips. I stared into her eyes as I sucked and caressed her finger the best way I knew how. To say it was a sexual moment doesn't begin to describe it. Towards the end of the song she removed her finger before leaning in and taking a quick lick of my nose," I like the way you did that," she said with a sexy leer. She lowered herself to my erection, pushed against it in a way making it clear she knew I was hard, "Mmm...so many possibilities." I was beside myself. I was smitten. I knew she was way out of my class. A girl like her could get any guy she wanted. But I wanted her. I wanted to at least try. I reached into my wallet and pulled out two twenties, one for the dance, one for the tip. She stuffed them into her g-string. I wanted to kiss her in the worst way. I wasn't sure if that was permitted. "I like you Handsome," she said easing her arm inside of mine. She walked me back out to the table we had been with her friend. We sat down and I felt her hand ease into my lap. She brushed up against my erection, gave me a discreet smile. She casually rubbed her hand against it as if it wasn't a big deal. But it was a big deal. I was so horny I was worried I might actually climax in my freaking underwear. "Do you want to play with me?" she asked sultrily. Her nipples were hard and poking through her costume. I looked into those big brown eyes and thanked my lucky stars. "Yeah...that sounds nice." "You have no idea how nice..." she said running her tongue over her painted lips. "I don't get off for several more hours. I don't think you are going to last," she grinned squeezing my throbbing cock. "Mmm," I moaned closing my eyes. It took all the concentration I could muster not to blow a load right then and there. Our drinks showed up and I paid the waitress. Gina reached into my glass for some ice cubes. She looked to see if anyone was watching. No one was paying any attention to us with so many beautiful girls around. She pulled my pants out and jammed her hand down into my underwear. "Ahhhh," I jumped feeling the cold ice against my throbbing erection. I did my best not to jerk around as she held that ice against my rapidly deflating cock. Once I was shriveled up to nothing she reached for her purse and pulled something out. She handed it to me and said, "Go in the bathroom and put that on. That way I know you will have something left for me when I get off," she smiled. "And don't worry Handsome, I have the key." She raised her hand to her necklace. I noticed for the first time the key hanging from it. She pushed the thing into my hand and pointed to the men's room. I walked into the men's room and locked myself in a stall. I opened my hand to see what she had given me. I had never seen anything like it before. It was a clear acrylic tube with a collar attached at the end. The collar had a latch with a tiny padlock hanging off of it. It took a minute for me to figure it out. But then it clicked. I felt my face grow flush. Was I ready for this? I thought about Gina for about half a second and started unzipping my pants. It was easy getting my dick into the thing with it being all shriveled up. Once I was stuffed into it I opened the collar and clamped it behind my scrotum. Then I took the little padlock and slipped it in the latch and locked it. I ran my hand over the thing checking the fit. I wanted to make sure I did it right. It was snug; there was no doubt about that. My balls were free, but my dick was totally encapsulated inside that small tube. The little lock sat on top. It pretty much summed everything up. There was a moment of pure panic as I realized what I had done. But then I thought about the key around Gina's neck and smiled. I couldn't wait to watch her bend down to unlock me. I could just imagine the wonderful things she would do to my cock in the process. I pulled my pants back up and looked at my crotch. You couldn't tell a thing. I headed back to our table. She was waiting for me with new drinks. Her eyes studied me as I sat down. She went right to the device. Her fingers searched around for the tiny padlock and made sure it was in place. I started getting aroused the second I felt her fingernail toying with my balls. But that glorious feeling was immediately interrupted as my expanding cock was halted by the unforgiving constraint. Suddenly it was very clear how it worked. No erections. Gina saw the look on my face and smiled. "You belong to me now, don't you Handsome?" She got to her feet and straddled my lap. She wiggled that perfect ass against my body making her way down my torso. I watched that incredible body of hers as she moved like the wind over water. Once again I felt myself trying to expand only to be prevented by the device. The device was simple in design, but so very effective. My brain was a confusion of arousal and frustration. I was so horny. Knowing I couldn't have an erection just made me want one that much more. It was divine torture. Gina seemed to take particular interest in my crotch now that it was caged. She would hover over my lap swaying her hips. It seemed to me she was using the hardness of the device to rub herself. The smell of her perfume, the warmth of her body was incredibly stimulating, but all I felt was the continued pain of my cock trying to expand without success. Once the music stopped she gathered her things and said, "I have to dance on the main stage now. Enjoy yourself Handsome. I'll tell the other girls you belong to me tonight," she said fingering her key. "They will take care of you." I could only smile hearing her words. I belonged to her. I watched Gina whisper to several girls on her way to the main stage. Each one looked over their shoulder at me and smiled. The music started up and I watched as Gina came out from behind the curtains. I loved the way she walked, the way her hips moved from side to side. Guys started lining up around the stage with money in their hands drooling. I had done it too. I just smiled. She was going home with me tonight. I could feel the proof in my crotch. Lisa was the first to come by. She wasted no time swinging her long beautiful leg over my body and riding my crotch like a horse in time with the music. I knew she had to feel the hardness of the device. Not only did she feel it, she was rubbing her pussy against it. I sat back and smiled as her breathing labored and her nipples stiffened. I would have sworn she was close to orgasm. She took particular interest humping that device, swaying her hips from side to side. My cock was constantly trying to grow. And it was constantly being denied. It was a bitter sweet pain. The song finished and Lisa climbed off my lap. I looked into her eyes and saw just how horny she was. She bent down and gave me a quick peck, "Bye Handsome..." I watched her walk off. She had the nicest legs. I smiled knowing at that very moment her pussy was wet as hell. And my cock would have been hard as hell had it not been for the device choking the very excitement right out of it. My hand trailed down to my crotch. My fingers unconsciously felt the device. I was so horny. That thing intensified everything. I wanted to feel my cock so bad. Another girl came up and climbed on my lap. "Hi Handsome," she said before sticking her nipple in my mouth. I felt her body start to sway and move with the music. Just like Lisa she worked her way down to my lap, found that hard device with her ass and started grinding against it. I was in heaven. Somehow that device transformed me into king of the strippers. One by one they came by my table rubbing themselves, some closer to orgasm than others, before moving on and letting the next have her turn. My drink never ran dry. The attention I received from the ladies continuously stirred my loins only to be prevented by the solid device choking off any erection I might attain. I thought of the key around Gina's neck and looked at my watch. I had many hours to go before any chance of freedom. I rubbed my hand over that thing wondering if I was going to make it. I watched as Gina made her way back to my table. I loved the way her hips swayed as she walked. This time her g-string was overflowing with money. She sat beside me and put her purse on the table. She took a sip from her drink and ran her hand through my lap. I felt her fingers move along the hard shell that encased my cock. She traced along my balls teasing the now sensitive flesh. "How are you doing Handsome?" I wasn't sure if I should tell her how great it was being the center of attention from all the ladies or if I should mention that I was going out of my mind because I was horny as hell and couldn't achieve an erection. My guess was that she knew both. "Good," I smiled. She scanned my face trying to judge if I meant it or was just saying so. I'm not sure what she finally decided. She grabbed her purse and started stuffing it with bills from her g-string. As her roll got bigger I realized that she was making tons of money, all cash. Half the guys in the club had been drooling over her. Every guy there wanted to fuck her, fuck her bad, but it was me that would have that privilege tonight. I couldn't keep the smile from my face. She finished stuffing her purse with cash and put it back on the table. She took a sip from her drink and looked around the club checking out the action. Then she eased her arm inside of mine and snuggled up against me. I could see several guys watching us, well, watching her. I could see the look on their face as they realized they had no chance with her for the evening. She noticed too. "You are costing me a boat load of money Handsome," she smiled seductively. I could only imagine. She took another sip of her drink and said, "Tell me have you ever sucked cock?" King of the Strippers Ch. 01 "No," I quickly answered. "It's not on my list of things to do." "That's just what I thought you would say. You don't look like the cock sucking type," she smiled. "But you could be. And you know what?" she said running her finger along my lips, "It's really not bad once you try it." What!? I raised my eyebrows. It was not what I was expecting her to say, not by a long shot. "Here's what we are going to do. See that guy sitting over there against the wall?" she said not waiting for an answer. "I'm going to give him a lap dance. Now this lap dance is going to be so fucking hot his cock will be throbbing by the time I'm through. And when I am through I'm going to tell him to go into the bathroom, to the last stall where he will find you. And you are going to suck that throbbing cock of his. Believe me it won't take long to make him cum. If you swallow real fast you will hardly notice. Be sure to get at least a hundred bucks from him." I was completely dumbfounded. I looked at her and said, "You must have misunderstood. I said I had NO interest in sucking cock." "Oh everybody says that before they try it," she said. But the look on my face didn't change. She looked around the club once again. "You don't understand. You see that black guy over there by the door?" I looked and saw the bouncer she was pointing to. He was huge even for a bouncer. "The key around my neck doesn't go to your crotch. The real key is in his pocket. And it's going to cost you a grand to get it. Do you have a grand...cash?" "No, of course not!" I said stunned at the turn of events. "I didn't think so," she said. "I'm just trying to help you out. We all have to pay." "But, but..." I said scrambling to find words. "Look, have another drink," she said signaling the waitress. "I will go over there when the next song starts. You go to the bathroom and wait. It's not so bad...you'll see." I watched as she rose to her feet and walked away. A drink landed on my table and I gulped it down. I had already had a few, but I was still sober enough to comprehend my situation. And I didn't like it. The next song seemed to start immediately. I watched as Gina waltzed over to the guy's table. She leaned down to whisper in his ear. I knew what she was saying to him. She had said it to me. And sure enough the guy smiled and reached for his wallet. I watched as Gina positioned her legs on each side of him and started doing that dance. It was the dance that got this all started. She turned so that she was looking at me while rubbing her ass on his crotch. She gave me a knowing smile, ran her tongue over her lips suggestively and tilted her head towards the bathrooms. Shit! I grabbed my drink and drained it dry. Then I rose to my feet and walked to the bathroom. I glanced at the guy as I walked by. He had a shit-eating grin on his face watching Gina do her thing. There was no question in my mind that his cock was hard as hell at that very moment. I walked to the back stall, put the seat down and waited. It was the longest wait of my life. I looked at the scribbles on the wall. 'Joe sucks cock. Suck my cock bitch. For a great fuck call ...' I heard the door open and looked up. It was the guy. He stood in the doorway checking me out. He didn't know if I was the right guy or not. He had never seen me before. My eyes zeroed in on his crotch. And just as Gina had said he was horny as hell. I glanced back up to find a smile across his face. "A hundred bucks," I said flatly. He took a step closer and pulled the door closed behind him. I reached for his pants and unzipped them. It was like someone else was doing it. I felt disembodied. With amazing dexterity I had his pants and underwear down to his knees. I found myself staring at a hard cock, a hard cock that was not mine. This hard cock was staring back at me, dancing and jerking with excitement. I took a deep breath and took it in my hand. Feeling it pulse between my fingers brought it home for me. I had another man's cock in my hand and I was getting ready to put it in my mouth! I could feel my head starting to spin. I was quickly losing my nerve. I opened my mouth before I could think another thought and jammed it full of cock. I told myself I had to do this. I fought the gag reflex, but was surprised by how warm and soft his flesh was against my tongue. I started bobbing my head back and forth. I was not comforted when the stall filled with his moans. My only thought was to get this over as quickly as possible. With that in mind I tightened my lips and really went to work. I couldn't believe I was really doing it. Thank god no one knew me at this club. I freaked out when I felt the guy's hands on the back of my head. I had done the same thing to my girlfriends so many times before. He held me tight and started thrusting that cock into my mouth fucking it. He was fucking my mouth! In a way it was easier. All I had to do was sit there and let him. I felt his balls banging against my chin over and over waiting for the inevitable outcome. Gina was right about one thing. He didn't last long at all. I heard his grunts growing deeper and knew that he was almost there. His hands tightened on my head and he grunted. His cock was buried so deep in my mouth the first spurt went straight down. I could feel his legs shake followed by another spurt. His hands had my head locked in. His cock jumped several more times. Each time I could feel his balls jerk against my chin. Finally his hands relented and I knew it was over. He had emptied his balls into me. He pulled his drained cock from my lips. I looked at it hanging there right in front of me. There were a few drops of cum leaking from the tip. There was no way around the fact that I had just sucked that cock. He reached for his underwear and pants and pulled them up. "That's a hundred bucks," I said quickly. He reached into his wallet and pulled out five twenty's. He stuffed them into my shirt pocket and left. My head was swimming. I had that guy's seed in my stomach. All I knew was that I needed a drink bad. I pulled myself together and walked back out to our table. Gina watched me carefully as I walked to the table. She had fresh drinks waiting for us. Her eyes searched mine as I sat down. She took my head in her hands, turned me towards her and laid a hot passionate kiss on me. Her tongue pushed past my lips, danced with mine briefly before breaking the kiss. I knew she could taste the guy in my mouth. "See? Not so bad," she smiled retrieving the twenty's from my pocket. "Sucking cock is easy." I guess to her it was all in a night's work. For me, I had just lost a part of my soul that I would never get back. I reached for my drink and drained it trying to get that taste out of my mouth. I looked around the place, but all I could think about was that I was now officially a cocksucker. Not only did I suck cock, I swallowed too. I had girlfriends that wouldn't go that far. It seemed to me that everyone was looking at me differently. Somehow they knew what I had just done. But then I realized it was just in my head. Gina pointed to another guy and smiled. I watched those hips of hers sway back and forth as she walked over to him. She bent down and whispered in his ear. Of course he smiled and reached for his wallet. Who wouldn't? She was gorgeous. And sexy. I sat there and watched as she began her routine. The guy was smiling from ear to ear as she rubbed her breasts across his face. Of course his cock was hard. And soon it would be in my mouth. And it wouldn't be the last either. I just couldn't think about it. She turned around and pushed that perfect ass of hers against the guy and worked it down the guy's torso. She turned to me and gave me that look. That look said it all. Go wait in the bathroom while I get this guy's dick nice and hard so you can suck it. I waited patiently trying not to think about what I was getting ready to do, what I had just done. I started thinking about other ways I might escape the club. I would worry about the device later. My thoughts were interrupted when the door to the stall opened. I looked up at a guy in his thirties. Now he looked as straight as me. I'm sure when he decided to go to the club that evening he had no intention of paying another guy for a blowjob. And yet there he was with a sizable bulge in his pants. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the money. He held it up in front of us waiting for me to accept. I had no choice. I gave him a reassuring look, stuffed the money in my pocket and pulled him closer to me. I unzipped his slacks and pulled them down revealing the spandex thong he was wearing. This guy was a real player I thought as I exposed his erection. I took his cock between my lips and went down as far as I could go. I was half expecting a moan or something, but got nothing. He was completely detached. He just stood there expecting me to do all the work. I sucked on his cock for a few minutes and realized he was not nearly as horny as the guy before him. I really needed to step it up if this guy was going to cum anytime soon. I forced myself to grab his balls and started playing with them hoping to speed things along. Then I decided to pull his cock free and lick the shaft. That always made me hot. But after licking every square inch of his cock he didn't seem to be any more impressed than he was before and certainly no closer to blowing his load. Fuck! What the hell was I supposed to do? I realized there was more to sucking cock than I thought. I had to do something. So I leaned in and traced around the head with my tongue finally eliciting the moan I had been looking for. Finally I thought. Now I knew what to do. I moved my hand from his balls to his shaft and started pumping his cock while tracing my tongue around the head and up his slit. I could hear his breathing change and knew I had him. I sped everything up and felt his cock jerk in my hand followed by a splash of cum going across my face. I waited patiently for the next one stroking him as hard as I could. His second, and last, squirt barely made it to my face. He wasn't much of a player after all. I reached for some toilet paper and wiped the remaining drops from his cock and then from my face. He pulled his spandex thong back in place and left. As I walked back to our table I noticed Gina dancing on one of the other stages. One of the other girls came by and started giving me a lap dance. It was just what I needed to reinforce my manhood. About halfway through the dance she slipped her finger past my lips working it like a cock. Who the fuck did she think she was? I didn't even know her name. I looked up and saw her staring at a guy two tables down. He was watching that finger with extreme interest. I was surprised to find he had shaved his entire crotch. There was not a hair to be found. I thought it looked nice. His cock was bigger than the others, thicker too. I couldn't believe how much cum this guy had. He had to have squirted at least eight or nine times. I gave Gina the money I made and she put it in her purse. There were two other girls stringing guys for me. I knew Lisa, but not the other one. I was drinking free at that point and getting lap dances too. Sucking cock wasn't my favorite thing to do, but I had to admit my resistance was certainly not what it was. I realized that cocks came in all shapes and sizes. The more I did it, the better I got. The better I got, the easier it was to do. I was able to push it to a certain place in my head and leave it there. The guy always thought he was in control, but I knew better. I learned to quickly determine what the guy liked and then overload him with it. The quicker they got off, the better it was for me. Finally I hit the magic number, ten cocks. I relaxed for the first time that evening. Now I had enough money to get that thing off my dick and get the hell out of there. I would fuck Gina and never be seen in that club again. Closing time finally arrived and everyone left. I remained at my table while the girls went to change into their street clothes. The bouncer was still standing by the door. He looked like he would be right at home on any defensive line in the NFL. Gina came out with Lisa. They were laughing and kidding around with each other. Clearly they were friends. Seeing her dressed in street clothes was almost better than seeing her dressed in her costume. She was wearing a pair of skin tight leather pants with a silk top. Lisa was wearing a pair of designer jeans. They made their way to my table. Lisa came up behind Gina, rested her head on Gina's shoulder. They both stared at me with this smoldering, sensuous look. Lisa slipped her hand underneath Gina's arm cupping her breast from behind. I immediately felt the tug in my crotch. I watched as Lisa ran her finger over Gina's nipple toying with it. It was already hard and poking through her silk top. "Are you ready Handsome?" My heart swooned. Finally the part I was looking forward to. I rose to my feet and slipped my arm inside hers and walked to the door. We stopped when we got to the bouncer and she pulled her arm free to open her purse. "Hey Chopper," she said with a smile pulling out a wad of cash. She handed it to him and said, "He's five hundred short." What!? I felt his huge hand land squarely on my shoulder. His grip squeezed me and I froze. Gina kept walking with her girlfriend, "See your later Handsome." To be continued...Thank you for your vote. King of the Strippers Ch. 02 Chopper pointed towards the back of the club. My knees almost gave out. With his firm grip on my shoulder we started walking. My head was spinning. I had no idea what he was going to do. He opened the door to the back office and pushed me inside. The office was richly appointed. There was a desk to one side with a bar and couch on the other. He turned and locked the door behind him. My heart was beating ninety to nothing. "Take your clothes off," he said simply. Why did I need to take my clothes off to give him a blowjob? But I wasn't about to argue. He smiled when I dropped my pants. Then he started removing his clothes. I felt my heart sink. My mind was racing with possibilities, none of them good. Once his shirt was gone I could see his incredibly chiseled chest and the full extent of his bulging muscles. I watched as he undid his pants and let them drop to the floor. His leg muscles were that of a running back. My eyes went to the leopard print thong he was wearing. It had an insane bulge in it. He reached for the thong and pulled it down revealing that biggest black cock I had ever seen. It hung almost to his knees. His pubes were short, which only made his cock look that much bigger. My eyes zeroed in on his balls. They hung down a good three inches behind his cock and probably held enough cum to get twenty women pregnant. I couldn't imagine what it would be like walking around with a cock that big. I watched that thing swing back and forth as he walked over to the couch and sat down. He leaned back getting comfortable. He spread his legs and said, "Get me ready boy." The cocks I had serviced earlier were all hard and ready to go. They were easy. All I had to do was open up and take them in. This one was soft. It would be up to me to make it hard. I was so nervous I couldn't breath. I walked over to the couch and sank to my knees between his powerful legs. "You ever sucked black meat before?" he asked staring down at me. I couldn't find my voice. I nodded my head no. "Didn't think so," he said emotionless. "Lick my balls." My eyes darted to his huge balls crushed between his legs. I took his cock in one hand and pulled it out of the way. I used my other hand to pull his balls free so they lay open on the couch. A quick glance found him staring at me, waiting. I wondered how many times he had been in this exact position. I leaned down between his legs and ran my tongue over his huge nuts feeling his cock jerk between my fingers. Apparently he liked having his balls licked because every time I did it I felt that monster jerk in my hand. I continued to lick feeling that monster coming to life. And feeling it grow between my fingers caused that now familiar tug between my legs. What was happening to me? I felt like my body had betrayed me as I continued to feel that tug as I dragged my tongue over those huge balls. "Kiss it boy," he said flatly. He was very used to giving orders. I brought his growing cock to my lips. He was at least half hard and coming around fast. I studied that thing wondering just how much bigger it would grow. I brought it to my lips and planted a kiss right on the tip. My eyes darted upwards looking for some sign of approval. "You like that boy?" "Yes sir," I said automatically. "I didn't tell you to stop." I found myself kissing that black cock as if it were my long lost girlfriend. The more I kissed it, the harder it got. He was sitting there like a king, staring down at me with this crooked little smile on his face. "I hear you been sucking cock all night," he said. "I bet you didn't run into anything like this," he chuckled. He was hard as a rock by then. I wrapped my hand about the shaft and squeezed as I continued to kiss the head of his cock. "Now you can suck. And you better be good," he said burning a hole in me. I opened up wide and felt the smooth skin of his hard shaft slide between my lips. His shaft was warm and throbbed with excitement. I ran my tongue up his slit, a force of habit by that time, and got yet another taste of dick. Each taste of dick was now causing that tug between my legs. That had not happened with the boys in the bathroom. What was happening to me? Was I starting to like this? I tried not to think about it as I pushed down on his shaft taking more cock. It slid across the flat of my tongue, filled my mouth completely, far more than the others. I moved my free hand down to those huge balls. I took them in my hand and gently rolled them between my fingers feeling their immense weight. I could only imagine the amount of cum they held. "I think you like that black meat...don't you boy?" he said lauding his control over me. I continued to run my tongue over the head and up his slit trying to ignore what he was saying. "You know what they say. Once you go black, you never go back," he laughed. "You like that black meat. I can tell." I began to wonder myself. There was no doubt in my mind that my cock would be throbbing hard had I not been wearing the device. At least I was saved from that embarrassment. "Ok...that's good," he said pulling me off. His cock was waving back and forth with a mind of its own, slick with my saliva. "It's time for me to get some of that white ass of yours." I instantly freaked out. It simply never occurred to me that he would want to do that. I was terrified. He saw the sheer panic on my face. "Now, now," he said. "I know you like that black meat." He laughed a little. "Don't worry...I'm going to turn you out proper." Turn me out? What did that mean? "Grab that couch boy. Push that sweet little ass of yours up for me." I bent over the couch and stuck my ass straight up in the air. I couldn't believe I was exposing myself like that. I never felt more humiliated or helpless in my life. He moved up behind me. I could feel his cock pressed between us. Somehow it felt even bigger that way. I felt his hand snake down between us. He took my balls in his huge hand and teased them a little sending tingles up my spine. His fingers explored the device, its hold on my manhood. I felt that sinking feeling as he withdrew that hand as there was only one thing left. "Now that is some sweet ass," he said whacking it. "You ever give this ass up to anyone?" "No...sir," I said on the brink of tears. There was no way that huge cock would fit. "Mm, mm, mm. Yep. Once you go black...you never go back," he said. He moved so the head of his dick was right up against my rosebud. "I'm going to pop a nut in you so big you will be leaking for weeks," he laughed. I felt his big hands grab my hips, hold me still. I knew what was coming. I couldn't focus; my thoughts everywhere. I held my breath and felt him thrust forward. "Arrrrhhhhhhh!" I screamed feeling that thing enter me. I felt like I was being split in two. "I do love a nice tight ass," he crowed. "You can have them girls. They ain't nothing but trouble. But now you take a nice tight ass...especially one as fine as yours...now that's what I like," he said slapping my ass hard. "And boys suck cock better than girls too," he said slapping my ass again. "Yeah...I'd rather have a white boy any day...especially one with a nice tight ass," he said continuing to push more cock. I thought I was going to pass out. My ass was burning. It felt like that black cock was going to go all the way up my body. I had never felt anything like before in my life. "I used to fuck girls...but not any more," he said with another whack. "Too much trouble. Boys understand cock...will suck it for hours. Once they get a taste for dick...they want it all the time. They'll lick your balls too." He bent over to look at me, "You liked licking my balls...I could tell. You won't get a girl to do that!" Then something strange started to happen. The pain started to fade. I had an ass full of black cock and it didn't hurt anymore. That feeling of being violated was quickly being replaced with one of feeling connected... sexually. Clearly he noticed. He leaned down by my ear and said, "What do you think about that black cock now?" I could hear the pleasure in his voice as he snickered. He started rocking back and forth. "I remember my first time. Thought I was going to hate it." He was rocking slowly, gently easing it in and out smoothly. It was a fluid, rhythmic cadence that was definitely sexual. "And I did at first," he said reaching down playing with my balls again. I buried my head in the cushions. "But then it started getting good to me," he went on. He was fucking my ass in nice, smooth strokes. My perception was changing. I no longer felt like I was being violated. I was being made love to. And now it seemed my body had completely adapted to his huge size. I was taking it with ease, and to my surprise, pleasure. "Now see you are lucky," he said, "because I know how to fuck an ass." He held my hips still and pushed his cock a certain way. "Ooooohh," I moaned suddenly overcome by a warm, fuzzy feeling. What just happened? What did he do to me? He leaned back down to my ear, "See what I mean? Ha, ha." He straightened back up, held my hips and did it again just to prove his point. "Mmmmm," I moaned again. I could have sworn my dick was leaking cum. But how could it? It was soft. "It's getting good to you, huh," he snickered. "You'll see." Then he thrust into one more time. This time I could feel his powerful thighs pushed up against the back of my legs. Those huge balls of his were draped over mine. "You got every inch of that big black cock in you now boy. Ha, ha." It felt good, real good. And it felt sexual too. Very sexual. "Yeah...that's what I thought. Not so sure now...are you?" He started with those smooth, easy thrusts. There was no question I was being fucked. I had never experienced that role. My ego was putting up a battle, albeit a losing one. The more he did it, the more I slipped into that role. He started taking bigger strokes. I fought the urge to push back against that cock. I didn't want him to know he was wining. But I found myself being lured into his nice, easy strokes. I was completely focused on his cock and the wonderful feelings it was giving me. "Mmmmm," I moaned feeling that warm, fuzzy feeling again. "Yeah...it's getting good to you..." He did it again. It felt like I was leaking cum from my cock. But that was impossible. That damn device was clamped around it. I was soft. How could I feel like this with a soft dick? Then he did it several times in a row. "Ahhh...mmmm...ooooh...ahhhhhh." I felt his huge fingers poking at my face. I turned slightly towards them and he stuck them in my mouth. I immediately tasted more dick. "Ever taste yourself boy?" he said pumping my ass. I sucked my cream off his fingers. He kept hitting that spot with his dick making me leak like a sieve. "Mmmmm ...oooh....aaaaahhhh....mmmmmm" I moaned filling my mouth with more cum from his fingers. "You really like that black cock now...don't you?" he said. I was fighting a losing battle. I couldn't believe that cock was making me feel so good. I had the taste of dick in my mouth for hours. I felt him plunge into me again and I wiggled my ass. That felt even better. "That's it...now you're getting it," he said pumping away. "I do like a nice tight ass," he laughed. Somehow he had taken control of me, my body, everything. I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, sending these incredible sensations through my body. "Ahhh ...mmmm ...ooooh...ahhhhhh." He was draining my balls a few drops at a time and it was simply incredible. I had to accept the fact that I was gaining pleasure from being fucked. And I wanted more. Each time he got close to losing it, he stopped leaving that thing buried to the hilt. I would catch my breath too. Invariably I found myself wiggling my ass, working his cock, letting those feelings wash over me. "Oh yeah...that's good. I ain't through with you yet white boy. No, no. How's that cock feeling to you now, huh? Feels pretty damn good doesn't it. Oh yeah it does. Everybody loves the dick. Ha, ha, ha. Yeah...all they need is a taste." Once he caught his breath he started slamming that thing into me some more. "Oh man I love fucking white boys!" I buried my head in the cushions, pushed my ass up even higher realizing that angle felt the best. I gave myself over to him completely. "I told you I'd do you proper..." he laughed. I felt him push against that button and hold it. He started massaging it in minute moves. I could feel my heat building. The constant massage of his cock held my focus like nothing else I had ever experienced. Every fiber of my being hung on the minute moves constantly rubbing my button. I could feel myself starting to lose control. Sweat was pouring out of me as I became enveloped in pleasure, sexual pleasure of the greatest dimension. It just kept building. "Oh fuck! Oh shiiitttttt....oh maaaannnnnnn aaaaaahhhhh aaarrrrggghhhhhh!" I screamed as my orgasm ripped through me. I pushed back hard against that cock, bucking like a cheap whore. It was the most blinding orgasm I had ever had. I could feel cum rolling down my inner thighs in huge globs as my balls exploded over and over again. I felt like I was going to pass out. But Chopper kept driving that cock of his into me, harder and harder, trying to catch a nut himself. That huge cock felt like a jack hammer, building in speed and intensity. Then I felt the death grip on my hips followed by the feeling of my ass being filled with wave after wave of hot cum. "Arrrrgggghhhh," he screamed. He jammed his cock forward again, "Yeeeaaahhhhh ...aaaaaahhhh," he hissed as his cock pulsed, his body jerked, his balls pumped another load into me. He still had a death grip on my hips holding me perfectly still on the end of his huge cock. "Oooooooh.....fuuuucccckkkkk." I could feel that cock pulsing in my ass, coughing up the last little bit of cum. I had been there so many times. I knew what he was feeling. Even though I knew it was wrong, I was still responding to the inherent eroticism of it all. I felt a strange sense of pride getting him off so big. Then he came back to Earth and started to ease that monster out of me. I found myself holding on to those last little erotic sensations as he finally slid out of me altogether. I collapsed on the couch. There was this warm and fuzzy feeling coming from my ass that was strangely appealing. I could feel cum oozing from my ass, running down my thigh. I was still trying to get over the mind blowing orgasm I had just experienced. "Ain't no girl going to make you feel like that..." he said walking over to the bar. He ran a washcloth under the tap. "You can bet on that," he said wiping himself clean. I realized he was right. I had just been fucked by a man and all I could think about was doing it again. I wanted more dick. I watched him walk over and sit in a chair across from me. He pulled out a cigar and lit it. He put one leg up on the arm of the chair showing off his cock, took a sip of his drink. My eyes were glued to his dick. I wanted more. I wanted another orgasm like I just had. I was greedy. I looked down at the device still around my cock. "When does this come off?" He looked me right in the eye, studied my face. "You thinking about dick?" My face turned red as a beet. Busted! I guess now I knew what he meant by 'turning me out proper.' He pulled the key from his neck and opened the device. The inside was covered in cum. He opened a drawer and pulled out a satin thong. "Put this on." I slipped it on, pulled it on place. I was immediately impressed by the cool feel. "Wow." "You earned it. Come back tomorrow night. I'll show you how to make some real money." "Yes sir." The End...Thank you for your vote.