The Stripper Who Used Me

by Dan StrawberryHall 9 months ago in erotic

A Female Domination Erotic Short Story

The Stripper Who Used Me

She said she liked me, really liked me. But then, lap dancers always say that. Right?

She kept saying it though. She whispered it in my ear as she rubbed her breasts in my face. She looked over her shoulder and giggled at me as she ground her arse into my crotch. She told me she liked me so much she was blushing. She said she wasn’t usually like this. She was a great actress, a natural. I almost believed her.

She asked me if I’d pay for a private dance. She said it was the only way we could be together. She apologised when she told me how much it cost, but she said she needed me and right away. She said it really was the only way. She begged me with her eyes.

I didn’t fall for it. I knew exactly what she was doing. It was just that she was beautiful, she was perfect, and so I paid. I didn’t fall for it, I knew what would happen, but I guess I got caught up in the excitement. I knew she’d dance for me some more, that she could take all her clothes off in there, but that would be it. There were lines that lap dancers wouldn’t cross in the expensive clubs like this.

She led me upstairs to a room that was clothed in black satin with a matching bed. She sat me on the edge of it, and then she danced for me some more. She took her time and the lighting was low, but better in there, and her body really was exquisite, soft and curved and smooth and flawless, like an angel, if angels did such things for money. She kept telling me how much she liked me, how she wanted me, how good it was going to be, but I didn’t believe her. I knew it was just a part of the act.

She took her knickers off this time, she took everything off, and she lay back on the bed and my heart beat so fast and hard I was worried it’d stop. I knew this was the climax of her performance, the end of her show, that she’d hop up and off the bed, and dress, and we’d go back to our lives, but she didn’t. She told me to get onto the bed.

I moved slowly, I knew the rules, I wasn’t allowed to touch her with my hands, she’d scream for Security if I did, but she urged me to crawl across the bed until I was almost over her. My heart beat even faster and harder. And then she reached out and grabbed my tie and pulled my face down to hers.

Lap dancers don’t kiss, you wouldn’t even think of that, it’s just a dance, just an act, so I was stunned. It didn’t stop her though, perish the thought. She kissed me hard, her lips were full and soft, and they came open and her tongue was in my mouth. I forgot about Security and I kissed her back.

She told me we didn’t have much time, that they’d get suspicious if we took too long, but not to worry, she was already so wet for me. Her hands were on my shoulders, and she was pressing me down, and at first I didn’t understand. But then I did.

She couldn’t be serious, right? I didn’t even know her. She was beautiful, stunning, but… that? And so quickly? But then I realised I wasn’t stopping her.

She pressed me down until my face was between her thighs, her pussy was smooth and pink and slick, and this was all happening so fast, it didn’t feel real, and then she pressed me down with a hand on the back of my head.

I kissed and licked her out of instinct, I think, I still felt stunned, I couldn’t seem to think. She moaned loud to encourage me though, and she pressed herself against my face, so I didn’t stop. I spread her open and I lapped at her. I got my tongue right into her.

She wasn’t lying, she was dripping wet already, and she tasted of hot, musky, wonderful cunt. I ran my tongue up and down the length of her. She groaned loud as I traced it over her clit. I kissed her there, I sucked the nub of her between my lips, and she moaned and pressed herself against me again.

I flicked my tongue over her clit, her noises came louder, her moans more insistent, and I thought I was doing a good job, but obviously it wasn’t enough for her. She shoved me over onto my side with one of her legs, and then she was up and she was rolling me onto my back, and suddenly she was over my face. She dropped down onto my mouth and settled herself there.

It was a touch more aggressive than I was used to, than I liked, but I lapped at her again. I got my tongue back onto her clit, and I licked her with firm flicks of my tongue, and she moaned with pleasure, but once more it mustn’t have been enough for her, as she started bucking and rubbing herself against me, and I ended up just holding my tongue out so she could press herself against it.

She did it hard and fast, she felt frantic, she got so loud I started to worry about Security, but then her thighs tightened around my face and she was coming and I forgot about everything else as she juddered and moaned and ground herself onto my lips and tongue.

It got hard to breathe, but I kept my tongue out for her. My cock was throbbing against my thigh in my jeans, and I wanted her to come hard so she wouldn’t hold back with me. As her orgasm fell away, she rose up off my face, but only a touch. I expected her to hop off so she could return the favour, but she stayed where she was. She told me to keep licking her.

It was a little odd, a little demanding, but like a true gentleman, I did as the lady asked. I ran my tongue over her pussy, I licked her outer lips, and between them, I pushed my tongue inside her, and she sighed and made wonderful purring sounds. She didn’t rub herself against me then, not really, she just moved her cunt around over my face to direct my tongue to where she wanted it the most.

She kept me away from her clit, she must have been too sensitive there, but she made me lick her everywhere else. Maybe she was making the last embers of her orgasm last for longer, or maybe she was enjoying her power over me, or maybe it was both? I didn’t ask. I just kept licking.

My cock got so hard it hurt, and supposedly we were in some sort of rush, but she sat on my face for ages. And then she did a really naughty thing. Something I’m almost too embarrassed to tell you about. She shifted position, she rolled her hips forwards, and before I knew what I was licking, her arsehole passed right over my tongue.

I closed my mouth in shock, but she told me to keep licking. She didn’t sound playful anymore, she sounded hard and commanding, and she reached down and tugged on my hair, so I did as she told me. I’d never done that before, and I was scared of it, but I let her. I let her make me lick her arse.

It wasn’t actually as bad as I thought. She tasted of nothing more than soap and flesh, and she made delightful squealing noises as I licked her there. She felt interesting too, crinkled and tight. I could feel her relaxing and coming open as I licked her though, and I couldn’t resist it, and before I knew what I was doing, I was pressing my tongue right into her arsehole.

It was a little humiliating, being used like that, licking her in such a demeaning place, but I was still as hard as rock. She seemed to love it too. I think she started touching herself. As her noises came louder, she started pressing and rubbing herself against my face again, but this time with her other place.

She brought herself off on top of me again, and she was even more noisy and enthusiastic about it the second time. She really went to town on me. She rubbed her cunt all over me again, she pressed her arsehole onto my tongue hard, she shouted at me to shove it up inside her as far as I could. Her sphincter spasmed around my tongue as she climaxed, and it was awful, but wonderful too.

And then she was off me. I started fiddling with my trousers, I was desperate to come too, but she shook her head at me. She said we didn’t have time and that we had to get back downstairs. She told me we could see to my needs next time, but I was sure she was lying. I was sure she’d just use me again. She seemed like the type.

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Dan StrawberryHall
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Dan StrawberryHall

Hi, I'm Dan.

I'm one of the Strawberry Hall writers. We’re a group of friends who write erotic romance and erotica together. You can find our published work on Amazon here:

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