My Valentine’s Day Stripper

It was Valentine’s Day, and my Valentine’s Day stripper made it a great one.

As a phone sex girl, all the dirty talk gets to you, and you can only take care of pent-up sexual energy so much before rubbing one’s self raw. Which is about where I was. I needed the real thing. But I was single at the time, so this was a problem. Thankfully, I was about to meet my Valentine’s Day stripper.

Nursing a beer at the bar in the shadows of the dance floor, one male stripper kept smiling at me, working his package to get some of my gains.

He was a dark-haired hottie with a mischievous glint in his eye, making my heart flutter. I decided then he was worth more than just a dollar bill as I waved him over with my ten-dollar lure.

“Hey, I’ve seen you before,” he said.
“Yeah. My home away from home,” I joked, taking in his thick, silk-clad dick.
“I’m up here,” he teased.
“No, you’re not. Not the part I want.”
“Let me guess, Valentine’s Day and no boyfriend?”

I didn’t even have to reply. He’d hit the nail on the head.

“I get off in an hour, you could get off a half hour after that,” he said, my eyes snapped to his.
I smiled from ear to ear and bit my lip. “Seriously?”
“Yeah, you’re hot, why not. Keep the ten, this one is on me.”

My Valentine’s Day stripper was quite the charmer.

My pussy tingled as I watched him collect dozens more bills during his routine. Soak it up, bitches, because this is my Valentine’s Day stripper and he’s going home with me, I thought. An hour passed, and he grabbed my hand and took me into the back. I watched him shower and even helped myself to a mouthful of his cock when he got out. But then he dressed, and we made our way to his place, and it was classy.

“Fuck, are you rich?” I asked a little overwhelmed.
“No. I do porn. It pays ok. I started to get through college, and then, just kept going.”
“You have a degree? In what?”
He laughed, “I hoped that would be your reaction. Most girls get hung up on the porn part of that statement. It’s in music. I do YouTube lessons and shit like that.”
Smiling at him, I said, “I do porn, kind of…”
“Oh?” he asked.
“Phone sex,” I said. He didn’t ask what sort or give me any weird looks. He just pulled me in and kissed me.

Within moments, I found myself naked, laying on his bed with my eyes closed and my body shaking in anticipation.

I looked up at him. My Valentine’s Day stripper was so tall and beautiful, and I wanted him more than anything. His gaze raked over me and I felt my cheeks burn with pleasure. I’m a sex worker. I never feel exposed, but I did then, and it was seductive. I loved it. He moved between my legs, and I felt my arousal spike. By touching me, kissing me, and teasing my clit, he made my body scream for more.

Nibbling and licking, I was already near an orgasm, and then he pushed his tongue inside me. I gasped, my pleasure intensifying. How was this possible? He devoured me, and I could barely take it. The girls he works with must think he’s a god. When he sensed I was about to jump him, he stopped and moved up to cover my body. He kissed my lips passionately as his cock teased my entrance, and I bucked my hips, wanting all of him.

My Valentine’s Day stripper answered my silent plea and sheathed himself inside me.

We moved together, slowly at first and then faster. I can’t begin to describe the ecstasy I felt at that moment.

“Ahhh, Ahhh, Fuck. FUUUUCKKK,” I was feral as I finally came on his cock. My legs flailed as I bucked my pussy wildly up onto him. He had such perfect control.
“Can I cum in you?” he asked.
“Fuck, yes. Do it. Fill me up,” I replied. And with several deep, mind-blowing thrusts he unleashed a load of his hot thick cream into my Cannoli. Jesus, I loved it. I almost wished I wasn’t on the pill, almost.

He stayed inside me until we both came down from the clouds, and then he slowly slid out. Then, he lay next to me and kissed me gently. “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he said. We were both exhausted and satisfied.

When I’m not fucking my Valentine’s Day stripper, I sometimes enjoy Public Beach Pussy Eating. Read all about it in my last blog.

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