The week following the last encounter with Lucas (I told it hereI passed really badly. Crying, I didn't leave my house, I didn't want to talk to anyone. And the more I thought about it, the angrier I felt because I knew those were the rules of the game. I had wanted to play along, but it didn't matter and ended up suffering. Plus, it was my first year at university, I had to study and couldn't even concentrate.
Despite all this, I accepted an invitation to a birthday party for one of my hockey teammates. They held it in a bar with stripper shows. Honestly, those shows didn't interest me much; I went mainly to see if I could clear my head. We finished eating, there were some shows beforehand, and then the boys arrived.
There was one, but I'll stop at counting one: he got off the stage and walked around semi-naked, oily, and dancing at all the tables, including mine, as well as future wives, etc... When he got to our table, he started dancing for my friend. She just covered her eyes while the guy (who was about 22 years older) grabbed her. Something lit up in me. I started looking at him. Morocho, green eyes, a mouth that called you to eat it and well... terrible body.
The dude noticed how I was looking at him. And he came over to dance with me. I took advantage and ran my hand over his body. Hard. He wasn't pumped up from the gym; he was just right like I liked. When I wanted to go further, he left. He had left me wanting more of that cock.
After that, he went back on stage, another one appeared. And then they held a contest for a bottle of champagne. They had to get two girls and dance provocatively for the strippers.
They chose two girls; this dude chose me. Then we started. I was moving, flirting with him, and he was touching me too. He was moving my booty over his cock, going up and down, rubbing against his body.
Until the other one without a bra came out and stood there in her tits, to everyone's applause. And she had high tits, the cutie. I wasn't even competing with that. I turned around, put myself facing him. to my stripper (back to the public) and while she was dancing, I was slowly lifting my skirt up until it reached my waist. Well, my thong and Booty had equal applause.
They decreed a tie, and to break the tie, each guy grabbed a cloth that looked like a tablecloth to cover themselves from the waist down, and the emcee says the one who gets excited wins. I was already played up, and besides, I had terrible urges to grab her cock, so I went down. I took off her slip or whatever it's called, and started grabbing her balls and caressing them. She was soft, just like I like it for me to put my mouth on it.
I started sucking her while the dude encouraged the crowd to applaud. Although I'm more shy, at that moment I got really hot. At one point, the dude dropped the cloth that covered my head, leaving the public view of the movement I made when I put his cock in and out of my mouth.
I couldn't get it hard or even a little bit, but we were soon interrupted by the shout we have a winner!!. The other young lady was no longer on stage. They gave me the champagne bottle and I went back to my table again, amidst the laughter and cheers of my friends (in that group, they knew me as more shy)
The dinner ended, they lifted the tables and started playing music for dancing. We were near the stage when someone called out from a door. It was the stripper. We stayed at the door talking for a bit until she invited me to come in. The situation was heating up, the dude was heating me up, his cock delighted me, and I was already really turned on, so I said okay and went in.
As soon as the door closed, we started kissing. His hands went straight under my skirt and caressed my tiny ass. Then he moved one of his hands forward, and running my thong, he started playing with his fingers in my pussy, which was already wet. I felt like two of his fingers were easily digging inside and moving, making me go crazy just thinking about having a cock inside. braked. 'Come on, let's go higher up here, someone might pass by', he said and we climbed up a narrow staircase that led to the DJ's cabin. It was a narrow staircase that ended at a door. He leaned against the door, got down, and started sucking my pussy. His tongue passed over it and he inserted two fingers, then three, while still desperately sucking. I was on cloud nine.
I asked for his cock. We changed positions, now he was against the door and I was kneeling. He took off his pants and let his cock hang limp, half-erect. I grabbed it with both hands and put it in my mouth. It wasn't fully hard, so I couldn't fit it all in.
When I managed to get it harder, he stopped me and pushed me against the wall. One leg was on a step, and the other two steps down. I was open again! I felt his cock searching for entry into my pussy. The heat and humidity guided it there, burying it without mercy. He started moving slowly, but I stopped him and said 'no, grab me hard, make me shit'... He grabbed my hips and with force started moving me back and forth.
From the heat I was in, I couldn't help but moan and scream for more. Suddenly, the door opened: 'Ah good, what a son of a slut jaja' said the DJ and went back inside. For a moment, I felt a bit of consciousness and said 'what am I doing here', but the violent thrusts brought me back to reality and I enjoyed the guy's screwing.
The door opened again: 'dude, get in, the owner is coming and will kick us all out if he sees us'. The skinny one put his pants back on, and we got inside. We closed the door, and sat him down in a chair. From the cabin, I could see people dancing, the lights full-on, and the cumbia playing loud. I climbed up, with the whole dance floor in view. He had me by the booty and was moving to my movements.
'Hold on a minute!' shouted the DJ. Far from stopping, I kept going Grabbing because I was about to cum. I hugged him tight, and he pushed his cock all the way in. 'This girl is a total fuck! You'll have to buy my silence,' said the DJ half-jokingly, half-seriously.
The guy was quite bigger than the stripper, between 35 and 40. The stripper looked at me, as if seeking my approval to join in. I was already pretty turned on. And besides, I was scared of what they might do to me if I refused. 'Fine. But just blowjobs.'
I didn't finish saying that when the DJ appeared beside us with his cock hard and pointing at my mouth. Nothing like one thing to another. The DJ's cock wasn't even half as hard as the stripper's when he was asleep. It went in easily. I put it in my mouth and started sucking while still riding the guy.
I was uncomfortable, so I stopped. I turned around and sat back on top of the stripper, but now facing away from him. Now the DJ was in front of me. He was fingering me and sucking while still pushing his other cock into my pussy. I got really hot again and came again.
The DJ started yelling like a madman, grabbed my head, and started fingering me. 'Not in the mouth!' I yelled. I didn't finish saying that when he gave me a monumental cumshot all over my face, hair, shoulders... disgusting. They both started laughing.
The stripper picked me up, knelt down on the floor, and started fingering me. 'No way, boludo! Not again in the face!' 'And where do you want it to end?' he asked. I sat back down, lifted my shirt, which was still on, and touched my stomach, inviting him to go ahead.
He fingered me for a while and then dumped everything all over me. Less than the DJ, but I was nice and warm. I spread it out in front of them, and they were both stunned. I asked for something to clean up with. They handed me some napkins, and I wiped off all the cum that was still on my face. I put my clothes back on, said goodbye to the two of them, and left.
'Hey, skinny... what's your name?' the stripper asked. I looked at him, smiled, and left.' stairs fast, opened the door to get back to the track and I got into the bathroom. I was looking in the mirror if I had anything more cum that hadn't cleaned up. My hair was a disaster. I wet it a bit, it was less of a disaster but still unpresentable (I'm quite good at those things haha, I like being divine, but well... you can't do everything). I went back to look for my friends, who were surprised by how long I had been absent. I invented a lame excuse and we kept dancing until one of the girls says Juli... your shirt is stained... I wanted to kill myself! There hadn't been a lamb on the shoulder of my black shirt (above). My face said it all, and she realized it. She started laughing and said I didn't know you were such a slut!. No need to explain, I didn't go back to that bar again. Although the experience won't be forgotten.Index
Despite all this, I accepted an invitation to a birthday party for one of my hockey teammates. They held it in a bar with stripper shows. Honestly, those shows didn't interest me much; I went mainly to see if I could clear my head. We finished eating, there were some shows beforehand, and then the boys arrived.
There was one, but I'll stop at counting one: he got off the stage and walked around semi-naked, oily, and dancing at all the tables, including mine, as well as future wives, etc... When he got to our table, he started dancing for my friend. She just covered her eyes while the guy (who was about 22 years older) grabbed her. Something lit up in me. I started looking at him. Morocho, green eyes, a mouth that called you to eat it and well... terrible body.
The dude noticed how I was looking at him. And he came over to dance with me. I took advantage and ran my hand over his body. Hard. He wasn't pumped up from the gym; he was just right like I liked. When I wanted to go further, he left. He had left me wanting more of that cock.
After that, he went back on stage, another one appeared. And then they held a contest for a bottle of champagne. They had to get two girls and dance provocatively for the strippers.
They chose two girls; this dude chose me. Then we started. I was moving, flirting with him, and he was touching me too. He was moving my booty over his cock, going up and down, rubbing against his body.
Until the other one without a bra came out and stood there in her tits, to everyone's applause. And she had high tits, the cutie. I wasn't even competing with that. I turned around, put myself facing him. to my stripper (back to the public) and while she was dancing, I was slowly lifting my skirt up until it reached my waist. Well, my thong and Booty had equal applause.
They decreed a tie, and to break the tie, each guy grabbed a cloth that looked like a tablecloth to cover themselves from the waist down, and the emcee says the one who gets excited wins. I was already played up, and besides, I had terrible urges to grab her cock, so I went down. I took off her slip or whatever it's called, and started grabbing her balls and caressing them. She was soft, just like I like it for me to put my mouth on it.
I started sucking her while the dude encouraged the crowd to applaud. Although I'm more shy, at that moment I got really hot. At one point, the dude dropped the cloth that covered my head, leaving the public view of the movement I made when I put his cock in and out of my mouth.
I couldn't get it hard or even a little bit, but we were soon interrupted by the shout we have a winner!!. The other young lady was no longer on stage. They gave me the champagne bottle and I went back to my table again, amidst the laughter and cheers of my friends (in that group, they knew me as more shy)
The dinner ended, they lifted the tables and started playing music for dancing. We were near the stage when someone called out from a door. It was the stripper. We stayed at the door talking for a bit until she invited me to come in. The situation was heating up, the dude was heating me up, his cock delighted me, and I was already really turned on, so I said okay and went in.
As soon as the door closed, we started kissing. His hands went straight under my skirt and caressed my tiny ass. Then he moved one of his hands forward, and running my thong, he started playing with his fingers in my pussy, which was already wet. I felt like two of his fingers were easily digging inside and moving, making me go crazy just thinking about having a cock inside. braked. 'Come on, let's go higher up here, someone might pass by', he said and we climbed up a narrow staircase that led to the DJ's cabin. It was a narrow staircase that ended at a door. He leaned against the door, got down, and started sucking my pussy. His tongue passed over it and he inserted two fingers, then three, while still desperately sucking. I was on cloud nine.
I asked for his cock. We changed positions, now he was against the door and I was kneeling. He took off his pants and let his cock hang limp, half-erect. I grabbed it with both hands and put it in my mouth. It wasn't fully hard, so I couldn't fit it all in.
When I managed to get it harder, he stopped me and pushed me against the wall. One leg was on a step, and the other two steps down. I was open again! I felt his cock searching for entry into my pussy. The heat and humidity guided it there, burying it without mercy. He started moving slowly, but I stopped him and said 'no, grab me hard, make me shit'... He grabbed my hips and with force started moving me back and forth.
From the heat I was in, I couldn't help but moan and scream for more. Suddenly, the door opened: 'Ah good, what a son of a slut jaja' said the DJ and went back inside. For a moment, I felt a bit of consciousness and said 'what am I doing here', but the violent thrusts brought me back to reality and I enjoyed the guy's screwing.
The door opened again: 'dude, get in, the owner is coming and will kick us all out if he sees us'. The skinny one put his pants back on, and we got inside. We closed the door, and sat him down in a chair. From the cabin, I could see people dancing, the lights full-on, and the cumbia playing loud. I climbed up, with the whole dance floor in view. He had me by the booty and was moving to my movements.
'Hold on a minute!' shouted the DJ. Far from stopping, I kept going Grabbing because I was about to cum. I hugged him tight, and he pushed his cock all the way in. 'This girl is a total fuck! You'll have to buy my silence,' said the DJ half-jokingly, half-seriously.
The guy was quite bigger than the stripper, between 35 and 40. The stripper looked at me, as if seeking my approval to join in. I was already pretty turned on. And besides, I was scared of what they might do to me if I refused. 'Fine. But just blowjobs.'
I didn't finish saying that when the DJ appeared beside us with his cock hard and pointing at my mouth. Nothing like one thing to another. The DJ's cock wasn't even half as hard as the stripper's when he was asleep. It went in easily. I put it in my mouth and started sucking while still riding the guy.
I was uncomfortable, so I stopped. I turned around and sat back on top of the stripper, but now facing away from him. Now the DJ was in front of me. He was fingering me and sucking while still pushing his other cock into my pussy. I got really hot again and came again.
The DJ started yelling like a madman, grabbed my head, and started fingering me. 'Not in the mouth!' I yelled. I didn't finish saying that when he gave me a monumental cumshot all over my face, hair, shoulders... disgusting. They both started laughing.
The stripper picked me up, knelt down on the floor, and started fingering me. 'No way, boludo! Not again in the face!' 'And where do you want it to end?' he asked. I sat back down, lifted my shirt, which was still on, and touched my stomach, inviting him to go ahead.
He fingered me for a while and then dumped everything all over me. Less than the DJ, but I was nice and warm. I spread it out in front of them, and they were both stunned. I asked for something to clean up with. They handed me some napkins, and I wiped off all the cum that was still on my face. I put my clothes back on, said goodbye to the two of them, and left.
'Hey, skinny... what's your name?' the stripper asked. I looked at him, smiled, and left.' stairs fast, opened the door to get back to the track and I got into the bathroom. I was looking in the mirror if I had anything more cum that hadn't cleaned up. My hair was a disaster. I wet it a bit, it was less of a disaster but still unpresentable (I'm quite good at those things haha, I like being divine, but well... you can't do everything). I went back to look for my friends, who were surprised by how long I had been absent. I invented a lame excuse and we kept dancing until one of the girls says Juli... your shirt is stained... I wanted to kill myself! There hadn't been a lamb on the shoulder of my black shirt (above). My face said it all, and she realized it. She started laughing and said I didn't know you were such a slut!. No need to explain, I didn't go back to that bar again. Although the experience won't be forgotten.Index
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somos grandes, sabemos como cuidarnos. no creo que porque yo no escriba que uso forro los que leen dejen de usarlo. gracias por los puntos 😉
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como siempre muy buenos relatos!!
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ah, FELIZ CUMPLE!! Tarde pero seguro, ojala hayas festejado a full para despues contarnos en uno de tus relatos. besosss
yo te invitaria a un vestuario de rugby jaja después de jugar. pero hay somos muchos, es abuso
Cada relato supera la anterior...
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Me encantan esos ataques de conciencia que te duran nada 😂😂
Otro muy buen relato. Gracias por compartir tus experiencias 😘😘😘