As Michael continued to sit at the edge of the stage, sipping his drink, the emcee's voice suddenly boomed out over the speaker system of the nicely-furnished downtown strip club. "Time to introduce our next dancer. All regular customers of this fine establishment will recognize her... She is the very lovely, and very popular... ASHLEY! Let's give her a big hand!" Michael smiled. It was time for `his` woman to perform. As the lights suddenly dimmed, causing an eerie darkness to fall over the club, the audience quickly hushed and then a bright spotlight shone down onto the curtain at the very back of the stage. The curtain ruffled around for a moment, then Ashley stepped out from behind it. The spotlight caught her, and the people throughout the audience gave the exotic dancer an appreciative applause. Ashley looked stunning. She was wearing a black leather jacket, which was zipped up fully. Below the waist, however, Ashley had not done all that much to conceal herself. She had on a black pair of thonged panties, a black garter belt and matching thigh-high stockings. Since the leather jacket was a bit small, ending slightly above her waist, everyone had a clear view of her panties and garter set. The outfit was topped off with a pair of spiked high-heels; black ones. Her blonde hair, very long and pretty, went down her neck and shoulders in stylish waves. As Michael smiled once again, this time as he noticed the vision of lovliness before him, a loud rock-music song suddenly filled the strip club over the speaker system. The crowd cheered at the tune, a catchy one, and then the stripper on the stage began her routine. Ashley twitched her hips in a seductive manner as she started walking toward the center of the stage. On the way, she spun around in a full circle, and in the process, unzipped the heavy leather jacket. After opening and closing it just as quickly, flashing her succulent breasts to the audience, she stepped in front of a wooden chair on stage and proceeded to lean backwards against it, using her hands for support. That only lasted for a few seconds, though, as she snapped her head back and then stepped forward, toward the front of the stage. The young woman held onto her jacket, keeping it closed, and then did another seductive spin. Ashley stepped to the very front of the stage, close to the audience, and started to gyrate her hips to the wild music. She turned to the right and danced, then to the left and did the same thing. The woman turned and walked back to the center of the stage, then faced the crowd with a huge smile. She flashed her breasts, this time even quicker than before, and continued strutting and prancing around. Two quick spins were followed with three more flashes, all in a row. The crowd roared with appreciation when she finally took the jacket off, placing it over her shoulder. Her breasts were simply magnificant; large and firm, even tanned. As Michael watched the scene before him unfold, he could not fend off a massive erection that was forming in his slacks. This happened to him every single time he came here, to watch this blonde bombshell at work. He was not interested in any of the other exotic dancers. He was only interested in Ashley. A couple of the customers got up from their seats and went over to the stage, then started holding up dollar bills in their hands. Ashley immediately noticed them, and she strutted over to one, and threw the coat down behind her. Ashley bumped and weaved to the music in front of the man, who was quickly joined by three others, all with money in their hands. The stripper continued grinding to the beat while reaching out with one hand, and those men gave her the money. After giving them a smile and then a wink, she spun on a high-heel and went back to the wooden chair. Ashley turned the chair around, so it was facing her, as she faced the crowd. She leaned forward and placed both hands upon it, and bumped her hips from side to side, in a beguiling manner. She moved to the side of it, then raised a high-heel and planted it upon the chair. After lunging forward several times, showcasing the side of her figure to the approving crowd, the blonde dancer sashayed over and picked up her leather jacket. Ashley swung it over her shoulder and continued dancing, spinning around twice, then went back to the chair. She dropped the jacket and then sat down in the chair, the back of it still facing her front. She spread her thighs and held onto the chair, then started rocking and bumping her body, which brought yet another favorable response from the predominantly male audience. Smiling for the most of the performance thus far, Michael finally reached into his inside coat pocket and pulled out a clip of money. The move did not go unnoticed by Ashley. For as much as Michael had been watching her over the past couple of months, Ashley had learned to watch him as well. It was a very simple reason why. He tipped her very good. In fact, he tipped her better than anyone. While others would give her a few dollar bills at the very most, Michael would sometimes give her a twenty dollar bill. Ashley glanced in Michael's direction for an instant, then went back to concentrating on her routine. Her blonde hair whipped about wildly as she final chorus of the song approached. She leaned back, and then swiftly slipped off the chair, and onto her knees. The stripper crawled on her hands and knees to the right side of the stage, where she received tips from a total of nine guys. She crawled to the front, and was awarded with five more tips, and then finally to the right. Instead of crawling over to the group which had assembled on that side, she instead went directly to where Michael was sitting. Michael smiled... then Ashley smiled back at him. Michael pulled a bill out of the clip, and handed it to Ashley. She took it and quickly glanced, hoping it was another twenty, but it was a one. She rose to her knees in front of him, noticing the clip he held, and started bumping and grinding her body for him. Michael gave her another bill, a single dollar, and then another. Ashley kept dancing, however, wanting bigger bills. She finally got one, and it shocked her. Michael gave her $100. Ashley looked at it for several seconds, stunned, and then remembered that she had to finish her dance. She watched as Michael shrugged his shoulders and put the clip back into his pocket. Then, the blonde moved over to the final group which had assembled for her, and collected the last round of tips. The song came to a close and then the stripper stood up, and looked down at Michael, bewildered. She had never received any bill higher than a twenty since getting a job here - until tonight. The hundred was a total and complete shock to her. It really was. "Let's give a big hand to Ashley, for a great performance!" the emcee announced, and the crowd offered a rousing ovation. That brought Ashley out of her thoughts, and she suddenly smiled and waved to the audience. She picked up her jacket and blew a kiss to the crowd, as they continued to cheer and whistle their approval. She blew another kiss, and yet another, before finally tossing the jacket over her shoulder and strutting off the stage, behind the curtain. Once she was out of the audience's view, Ashley put the jacket on and zipped it up, and quickly looked at her money. She counted it, and the total came to $136. $103 of it came from Michael, whom she referred to as `The Tipping Stranger`. He had once given her $27, which was the prior high she had received from any customer in tips. Ashley was still shocked at the hundred she held in her hand. She was completely dumbfounded. As Michael sat at his table, still nursing his drink from before, he was bored. The other dancers in the club were beautiful, yes, but they did not draw his interest like Ashley did. Ashley was a goddess to him. He had never spoken to her; their only interaction during the past few months was him offering money, and her taking it. But she was still a goddess to him. Not only because of the way she looked, but because of the friendly, energetic smile she displayed each time while on stage. Michael simply sensed that she was a good person. He had a mental image of her; the way she is outside the club. He imagined that her regular style of dress did not suggest to others that she was a stripper. He bet that she dressed conservatively, when outside the strip club. He also pictured her living in a nice, clean apartment, having a good family and being an animal lover. "Who is that guy?" Ashley asked outloud, now in her dressing room, still looking at the one hundred dollar bill. She was speaking to herself. "He comes here almost every night, and tips me more than anyone else. But at the same time, he has never approached me, just to talk. Never made a pass at me. He doesn't even tip the other girls... Who IS that guy?" No matter who he was, Ashley had always considered him attractive. He looked to be in his late 20's. He was tall, and appeared to have a strong, muscular build. His face was quite handsome, and he had a certain air about him. An air that hinted he was soft-spoken and quite nice. She liked those qualities in a man. The only reason Michael was still in the club was because he hoped that Ashley had another performance scheduled. He wanted to watch her strip again. She usually had two performances each night, and he had just witnessed her first. Michael wasn't going to leave until Ashley had finished her last routine for the evening. Minutes later, as a stacked brunette was dancing around on the stage, Michael wasn't even paying attention. He was still seated at the table, but was now reading the daily newspaper. "Excuse me..." Michael looked up suddenly, and much to his surprise, found Ashley standing beside him! She had not changed outfits since her routine; the ravishing blonde still wore the leather jacket, zipped up though, as well as the matching panties, garter belt, thigh-high stockings and heels. "May I sit down?" Michael's eyes grew big at her request, and he quickly cleared his throat. "Umm, yes. Please. Please do." Ashley pulled out a chair and took a seat across from Michael. "Thank you," she smiled. "First, perhaps I should introduce myself. Well, I guess you already know." Michael smiled at her. "Yes, Ashley. You're introduced to the crowd before every performance." He paused. "Oh, my name is Michael." She extended her hand. "Nice to meet you." Michael took her hand, and gently shook it. Her skin felt so soft and warm to him... he could have held her hand forever. He released it, however, and she took it back. "Well Michael, let me be very forward with you. I've been working here for three months now, and almost every night, you are here. You tip me quite nicely, but do not bother to tip the other girls. Is there a reason for that?" She paused, then interjected before giving him a chance to reply. "Oh, please! Don't think I'm complaining. I'm just a little curious, that's all." He shrugged his shoulders. "I'm not interested in the other dancers. Why should I give them money if I'm not interested in them?" She nodded her head, but was still curious. "I can understand that. But, why do you tip me so well? No one tips me like you." He shrugged his shoulders again. "Because you're worth more than a dollar or two, like most customers offer. In fact, you're worth more than what I tip you. Much more." That statement actually made the bold stripper blush. "What makes you think that, though?" she grinned, still blushing. Another shrug. "I like you. That's all." She smiled at him. Her main intent in coming out here had still not yet been resolved, however. Ashley was concerned about the one hundred dollar bill he gave her. She thought it may have been a mistake on his part. Did he intend to give her a twenty, but pulled out a hundred instead? If so, did he notice the mistake? Ashley figured that Michael was a very good customer. If he had intended to give her $20 instead of $100, she knew that there was only one thing which she could do. That would be the right thing. "Michael, you gave me a hundred dollar bill tonight." He simply nodded his head at her. Her face lit-up. "You mean, you know?" "Of course. Why? Are you complaining?" She leaned back. "No! No, of course not! I mean, I was going to give it back to you, if it was a mistake..." He smiled at her. "That's very nice of you, Ashley. But, I did give you the hundred. And I want you to keep it. I'm sure it will help you, in terms of expenses." Now, not only did Ashley think of this man as attractive, but she thought of him as very warm-hearted and friendly as well. The stripper smiled, in a reserved way. "Can I ask you something?" "Fire away." He was also calm and collected. "How would you like to go out for a cup of coffee? I know a nice little diner about a block away. Best coffee in town." He looked at her, surprised. Was this blonde bombshell actually asking him out on a date? "I thought exotic dancers were not allowed to meet people or find dates through their work," he retorted. "Company policy?" She grinned again. "We're not. But, I'm making an exception." He paused, calm on the outside, but wild and happy on the inside. "I'd love to, Ashley. When?" She shrugged her shoulders this time. "I'm scheduled for another show in an hour. But I can cancel it, and get off work early. How about meeting me at the diner in 30 minutes?" "Sure," he replied. "But tell me how to get to it." She smiled at him. "When you leave the club here, make a left. Keep driving until you see a big diner sign. It's a block away. Just pull in there. You can't miss it." "And you'll be there in 30 minutes?" "Yep," she grinned. "Go there, find a booth to sit at. Then I'll find you. How does that sound?" Michael looked at his drink and then put it down on the table. "Like a dream come true." He got up, and stretched. "30 minutes, Miss Ashley. I'll be there." As she watched him leave the club, Ashley mumbled the following words, under her breath: "I sure hope he makes a pass at me." * * * Michael found the nice, roadside diner without a problem, and ordered himself barbequed ribs, fried potatoes and a cup of coffee. He looked at his wristwatch once the waitress brought his meal out, telling himself that it would only be 10 minutes before Ashley was to arrive. However, 10 minutes was too long. He wanted to see her now. Michael could be very content in his dealings with Ashley by simply watching her at the strip club each night and then offering her a hefty tip. But, since she had initiated a conversation, and then asked him out on a date... he now had broader horizons in mind. He never expected her to approach him and put the wheels in motion, and he sure wasn't going to approach her. Despite the mental image he had of Ashley, Michael figured that if he did introduce himself, she would just shake her head and tell him to get lost. He thought, how many guys at the club ask her out on a daily basis? Why would she choose him over anyone else? But, she had chosen him. And she even approached him. At the club, Ashley persuaded her boss to give her the rest of the night off. He finally relented, and then Ashley went back to the dressing room and changed into a normal outfit. She threw on a tight pair of hip-hugging jeans, a white blouse and a red varsity jacket, from the college she attended. After telling her friends at the club good-bye for the evening, the vixen got into her car and drove down to the diner. She was drawn to Michael, for whatever reason. He was attractive, yes, but that really did not matter to her. Instead, what caught her eye the most was his friendly nature. He just seemed very nice and soft-spoken, and polite too. In fact, Michael was one of the few men she had met at the strip club who was polite to her. He was like a real gentleman, unlike the roudy, loud customers who often filled the club, with their whistles and lewd cat-calls. She had noticed that Michael would often sit at his table at the club, very quietly, and show little emotion. He smiled at her quite often, but that was basically it. Other customers would scream and yell - hoot and holler. But not Michael. That was something new. But, she still wanted him to make a pass at her. After parking her car, and checking her make-up and hair, Ashley walked inside the friendly restaurant and noticed Michael sitting at a booth about 30 feet away. She watched him look up, and glance in her direction... but he didn't seem to notice her. A few seconds later, he looked up again, and then noticed her. Ashley smiled as he stood up. She strolled over to him and the two exchanged warm pleasantries, then they sat down together in the cozy little booth, across from one another. Michael had to stifle a laugh. "I'm sorry for not noticing you earlier. I've never seen you in regular clothes before!" Ashley giggled at his words. "Oh, don't worry about it." She looked at his dinner, half-finished. "Hungry, eh? I think I'll order something to eat as well." The blonde motioned for the waitress, and then ordered a chicken dinner and coffee. "This food is really good," Michael said, after the waitress had walked away. "This is my favorite place to eat," Ashley offered, then leaned closer to him. "So, tell me about yourself, Michael." He took a bite of food, and looked at her. "What do you want to know? You need to ask questions if you wish to learn anything in this life. That's my philosophy, at least." "Well, let's have this be mutual," she said. "First, I guess, how old are you?" "27," he replied. "27?" she confirmed. "Hmmmmm. I'm 23." Michael smiled at her. "I figured that you were 22 or 23... somewhere around there." She paused, and then giggled while holding a hand to her mouth. "Michael, please don't take this the wrong way... but I thought about it while on the way over here. You're not married, are you?" Michael looked at her, then smiled. "No. Not married. Not even dating anyone." He paused. "Why do you think I'm always at the strip club, watching you?" He grinned again. "Same question for you. I don't think you're married, but are you seeing someone?" "No," she replied, shaking her head. "I was, a month ago... but the relationship came to a bad ending." Michael was overcome with a sudden joy, because she was unattached, although his demeanor on the outside stayed its usual, calm self. There was a moment of silence - which Ashley broke. "What do you do for a living? You know I'm a stripper, of course. I don't have a second job, or something like that. The club is my only means of living." Michael was about to speak, but held back. He did not want to tell her the complete truth about his job. At the young age of 27, Michael was the owner of the largest, most powerful company in the entire state. A few years ago, while enrolled in college, he won the state lottery - over 45 million dollars. Since then, he had started his own business - one that manufactured kitchen appliances and cookwear. The business kept growing, and with a good customer base and advertising campaign, Michael had earned and built himself a personal fortune which most people could only dream about. However, being a wealthy man had its drawbacks. It seemed like all the women who knew how rich he was were only interested in his money. It seemed as though they would pretend to like and care for him, but all they were after was his money. The routine had gotten tiresome to him, and as a result, he rarely dated anymore. For whatever reason, Michael sensed that Ashley was not that type of person. However, at the same time, he did not want to divuldge his true job position to her, nor his vast amount of wealth. Not yet, anyway. "I work in management," he simply told her. Not a lie, but not the complete truth, either. Before she could ask him to elaborate on that, Michael quickly said, "I see you have a college jacket on there. Is that from the university, here in town?" She looked down at the varsity jacket, then back up at him. "Why, yes. Yes it is. I'm in Nursing." He smiled at those words. "Nursing? You want to be a nurse? I respect people in that profession. Always wanting to help others." "Thank you," she grinned, then paused. "I'm only working at the strip club so I can get through college. College is expensive, you know." "I can imagine," he told her, the thought of him paying her entire college tuition costs running throughout his mind. He could do it in a heartbeat, if he wanted. It would be a simple drop in the bucket for him. It was only a thought at this point, though. He didn't want to tell her of his wealth yet. He wanted her to get to know him, and truly care for him, before divuldging the whole truth. "Do you play any sports at college?" he asked. She shook her head. "Not really. I used to play softball, in my freshman year. I was a cheerleader for two years, as well. But now, I just concentrate on my studies, and my job. No time for sports." "Do you like working at the strip club?" Michael inquired. She puckered her lips together, and shrugged her shoulders. "Ehh, I guess it's okay. Pays good money, I know that. But there are a lot of perverts who come in there." "Hopefully I'm not one of them," he chuckled. "No," Ashley grinned, "no... you're not. If you were, I would not be sitting here with you right now." She paused. "You said you're 27. Do you live alone? Have a roommate or something?" Not counting his staff of maids and servants, "Yes, I live alone. Do you have a roommate, Ashley? Live in a dorm? Or do you live with your parents?" "I have my own apartment," she replied. "It's small, but nice. My family lives in Virginia. I'm all the way out here for college." "Then I take it that they do not know you're a stripper?" "No way!" she gasped. "My mother would freak out!" Michael laughed at her response, now viewing her as a regular college girl with an irregular job... just trying to get through life. Stripper or not, is there really anything wrong with that? There was another stretch of silence, and Ashley broke it again. "Michael... you don't... you don't think any less of me for being a stripper, do you? I mean, when I tell some people this, they freak out... they go ballistic. Especially guys." He shrugged his shoulders. "I think it's great you're a stripper. I love women who are not afraid to be free and open. And, besides that, you're doing it to help pay for college. Whether you make money as a waitress or a stripper, it's still money. And we all need it. As long as you make money, legally, it should not matter what type of profession a person is in. But, as I said, I think it's great you're a stripper. I respect you for being open." She smiled at his reply. Over the next hour or so, the two got to know each other on a more personal basis. Ashley went over her life story in a roundabout way, and Michael did the same (minus his lottery winnings and personal business). They shared some laughs, and just had a wonderful time together. Ashley promised herself upon taking a job at the club that she would never date anyone she had met through work. She had changed her mind. Twirling several strands her long blonde hair with a finger, Ashley smiled at Michael as he finished his dessert, chocolate pudding. "How would you like to come over to my apartment for a night-cap?" "Come over to your apartment?" he said. "Well, I'd love to." She grinned. "We can share a drink, and get to know each other a little better. I hope you don't object to staying up late tonight?" He looked at her, and spoke in a strong tone, "Not at all." * * * Michael drove a sporty Jeep, and he followed Ashley's car in it to her apartment on the North end of town. It was very close to the university, so Michael figured that had to be convenient for her. The two of them walked into the living room of the quaint little apartment. Despite owning a mansion, Michael remembered his roots of living in a small apartment just like this. The living room had a sofa and television set, along with some basic hardwood furniture, and an assortment of plants. The kitchen was nearby, as well as a small dining table. Off to the side were two closed doors. One had to be the bedroom, Michael thought, and the other was either a restroom or a laundry area. As he looked around, the young man nodded and then smiled. "This is a very nice place you got." "Thanks," she said, placing her purse and overnight bag upon the counter in the kitchen. "Do you have an apartment too?" The young woman hung her jacket up on a coat hook. "Actually I own a house," he replied. "Wow," she said, walking back into the living room. "You're lucky. I can't wait to live in a house. I grew up in apartments and condos. That's all my parents ever wanted. Where do you live?" "On the East Side." She nodded her head. "That's a nice area. Hey, would you like a drink? I've got some white wine and champagne in the refrigerator." "Champagne? I'd love some champagne." She shook her head at him. "You haven't had too much to drink tonight, have you? I mean, you were drinking at the club... I don't want this drink to like, put you over the edge or something." "I'm fine," he told her, which was the truth. "Besides, I only had one drink at the club, and I didn't finish it." "Okay," Ashley nodded, accepting his answer. She went back into the kitchen and poured two glasses of champagne, then brought them out. Michael took a seat on the sofa, and Ashley proceeded to join him. "Cheers," she said, as they clanked glasses. Michael took a drink. "This is good stuff." "Thanks," she said, sipping the champagne. Ashley set the glass down on the end table, and then laid the side of her face against Michael's shoulder. She wanted him to make a pass at her. "I'm so tired. Been a real long day. First my studies... then my job." "Tired?" he asked. "You want to go to bed?" Even though his question did not have a sexual intent, Ashley looked up at him anyway, and then smiled. "Love to!" Michael immediately caught the meaning and laughed. Ashley took his glass and placed it next to hers on the end table. Then she hooked her arms around his neck, and brought his mouth down to hers for a kiss... Both individuals moaned when their lips first touched. For Ashley, she was glad to have finally found a man whom she had a good feeling about. Michael, on the other hand... it was unbelievable for him. He had watched this woman at the strip club for months, and had erotic fantasies about her as a result. Perhaps now they could be realized. Michael embraced the blonde goddess, pulling her closer to him, pressing her full, firm breasts into his strong chest. Ashley moaned at the sudden rush of excitement as the kiss intensified. Michael had slipped his tongue into her mouth, and found her own tongue. They brushed together, over and over, as his grip around her body became stronger and stronger. Ashley welcomed it. She truly loved a good, forceful embrace. His tongue sought out and explored all areas of her mouth; from the inner walls, to her gums and teeth, to the area below her tongue. He reached as far as he could, trying to dive right down her throat. "This is a fantasy for me," Michael told her, once the kiss was broken. "It really is. To be here with you, like this." "No, it's reality," she corrected him, offering another kiss. Michael brought his hands up to her face, and cradled it while breaking the kiss off. He proceeded to plant his mouth against her neck, and then follow with a series of licks and nibbles on the sensitive flesh. "Oooooh," the vivacious blonde cooed, enjoying the sensations. She liked them even more when Michael brought both hands down, and massaged her breasts through the white blouse she wore. Both globes were just as firm as he had expected. A large bust was especially wonderful, in Michael's eyes, when both breasts were firm too. He continued stroking her breasts, kneading their sides with the palms of his hands, all the while kissing and nibbling on her neck. Ashley reached down herself, and unbuttoned the stylish blouse she wore. "Reach inside," she begged him, gasping. Michael moved his hands past her open blouse, and kneaded her breasts through a white bra. He had seen her topless on several occasions, at the strip club. So he was more interested in feeling and touching her womanly blessings, than actually seeing them. For now, at least. Ashley slipped the blouse down, from her shoulders, and Michael helped her take it off. He proceeded to reach behind her back, and unclasp the bra. Ashley slid its straps down her shoulders, and Michael whisked the bra off in a hurry. His mouth, as expected, went from her neck directly to a breast. Ashley arched her back and sighed in deep pleasure as his mouth got to work upon one of her nipples. She brought both hands around his head, and started to weave her fingers through his short brown hair. "Yesssss," the stripper sighed. "That feels sooooo gooood!" No one had ever brought her so much pleasure by sucking on her breasts... Michael was an expert, in her eyes. He went from mound to mound, focusing most of his effort on her nipples. He softly bit them, trapping each between his teeth and tugging gently. He also sucked and slurped the tips, causing them to harden even more, and stand out at attention. "Let's go to the bedroom," she gasped, pushing his head away from her breasts. It was tough to do, but she did it. "If we're going to have sex, I want to do it in the bedroom... not out here, on the sofa." He smiled at her while getting up. "I'm going to have to change your mind on that, in the future." Ashley stood up, and grasped Michael's hand. She led him to one of the closed doors, and then opened it. Inside was a smallish bedroom, although the actual bed was big enough for two. Ashley was topless (which was quite normal for her, you know) as she stood before her new love interest. She looked at him, as he was still completely dressed... wearing a nice business suit. The blonde smiled, and then dropped down to her knees. Michael suddenly gasped as he realized Ashley was going for his slacks. She undid his belt in a hurry and took it off, then slid his slacks and briefs down. What appeared was to her liking. "That's the biggest cock I've ever seen in my entire life," Ashley whispered, a little stunned, while taking the slab of man-meat into her hand. She looked up at him, and smiled once more. "Wow!" Michael shrugged his shoulders at her. "And you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen in my entire life." Ashley continued smiling, his compliment swirling throughout her. She held onto the base of his cock with her left hand, then grasped his balls with her right hand, and proceeded to swirl the gentle flesh between her long, delicate fingers. Michael threw his head back and sighed, in total passion. Ashley's brown eyes were glowing with hunger, thoughts of what it would feel like to get that beautiful monster into her mouth. She didn't want to wait any longer. The goddess opened her mouth and slipped the cock inside. Michael continued to sigh, experiencing ultimate pleasure, as Ashley started to s-l-o-w-l-y move her head back and forth, her lips and teeth raking across his sensitive meat in the process. The young woman looked up at her man, and enjoyed his reactions. She was making him feel good. That is what it is all about for her. Ashley brought her left hand down to his testicles as well, and that allowed her to take the entire length of his manhood into her greedy little mouth. She swirled her tongue against his cock inside her mouth, particulary its underside. Michael continued moaning, simply loving the sensations she was providing. Her mouth full of cock, Ashley looked up and made eye contact with Michael, then offered a sweet smile. The 27-year-old man groaned at the sight, and then shuddered as Ashley began to steadily thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She did not break eye contact with him, her head bobbing up and down at a steady, but not fast, pace. All the while, her tongue slid in frantic circles around his shaft. Ashley pulled his entire cock out of her mouth, then gently bit down on the very tip. She applied a tad more pressure, which sent a total shockwave of pleasure coursing throughout Michael's body. She released it, then bit down again, causing the same result. Applying the same pressure, she slid his cock fully into her mouth, her teeth raking it in the process. "I love cock," she said, looking up at him, after pulling his meat out of her mouth again. This time, she held it before her face, and offered a long, sweeping lick with her tongue. "I just love it!" She licked it again in the open air, and again. Michael was trembling from the immense amount of pleasure. He was about to lose control of himself... "Oh sweetheart, I'm gonna cum..." "Do it down my throat," Ashley said, quickly placing his cock back into her mouth. One little squeeze with her teeth... Michael groaned as his cock erupted, the first wave of cum shooting out and landing on the roof of Ashley's mouth. She quickly swallowed it down, and then a virtual flood of cum was jettisoned down her hungry throat. More than she expected. Ashley choked, something she had not done in years, while trying to swallow the delicious liquid down. She persisted, however, and soon he had emptied himself into her. Ashley kept busy by "cleaning" his cock with her tongue, making sure it was dry. As Michael looked down at her, his body full of sensations, he took his suit and shirt off. Ashley glanced up at him, and admired his strong, well-developed chest muscles. She loved a strong chest. They made good pillows, she thought to herself. The young lady stood and wiped a stream of cum from her lips with a fingertip, then sucked it dry. She smiled at her man, then dropped to the bed, and laid down upon her back. She spread her long blonde hair out beneath her, and it fanned out over the mattress. What a beautiful sight, Michael said to himself. He sat down beside her, and reached for her skintight jeans. The eager gentleman unbuttoned the denims, and then Ashley slid the tight garment down her shapely hips. Michael, meanwhile, untied her shoes and took them off, then proceeded to slide her jeans the rest of the way down. Once they were off, he tossed the faded jeans to the other side of the bedroom. Ashley lay beneath him, and hooked the straps of her G-string with both thumbs. One thing Michael had never seen, despite her job as a stripper, was her treasure box. She never took her panties or G-string off during a performance at the club. He wanted to see it. Michael reached for the G-string, but Ashley slid it down herself. She smiled as he inspected her blonde patch of curls with his eyes, and the tiny slit hidden below. Ashley boldly brought her own hands down, spread her thighs, and then opened her slit so Michael could have a better view. "What's the matter?" she grinned. "Need an invitation?" Michael laughed gently, amazed at her brashness. "Not anymore." He slid her G-string from her knees down, until it was off, and flung it elsewhere. Then he moved down, below her on the bed, and positioned himself between her inviting thighs. Ashley released her crease when Michael touched it, using two fingers to pry it apart. "Ohhhhh..." the blonde moaned, as Michael's mouth started to explore her most private area. It didn't take long for his tongue to find its way deep into her, and when it did, Ashley immediately started rocking her hips back and forth, in an effort to increase her pleasure. As his tongue continued to explore the deep confines of her slit, Ashley started to moan and pant, and then grabbed and held onto the headboard of the bed, using it for support. "That's it, baby!" she cried out, grinding her crotch against him. "Keep doing it!" Michael retreated for an instant, then took her tiny clit between his teeth and bit it gently. Ashley's response was immense. She screamed out in pleasure, and her entire body bucked beneath him. Liking that reaction, Michael nibbled on her clit again, and received the same response. "You're going to make me EXPLODE!" she exclaimed, her body now rotating in circles. Michael dug his tongue into her again, tasting the sweet recesses, then pulled out and shoved three fingers into her. Ashley's body tensed and she sucked in a deep breath, then she started to gyrate against his hand. Michael kept the fingers buried inside her as he found her clit with his teeth once more. He was intent on "repaying" her for what she had done moments ago, to his cock. He bit down on her clit, which sent a tidal wave of lust throughout Ashley's body. She cried and shuddered as his fingers wiggled around inside her, his teeth working on her sensitive clit. He bit down again, and this time, did not release it right away. "OOOOH! OHHHHH MY GOD!" she screamed, and then his teeth applied just a slight more pressure. "OHHHHHHHHHH! OHHHH! OHHHHHH!" He bit harder, hoping it wouldn't hurt her. "I'M CUMMING!" she screamed. Michael pulled his fingers out, but smashed his mouth against her opening. As the juices oozed out of Ashley, her body still rocking, Michael clamped down on her womanhood with his mouth. He flicked his tongue across her clit, over and over as she came, which only caused new and greater sensations to shoot throughout her body. "Ohhhh..." Ashley moaned, about 30 seconds later, when Michael's head finally raised from the joining of her thighs. He looked down at her, remembering that she is the stripper who had filled his fantasies for so long. And now, to see her, to watch her reactions after an orgasm... an orgasm that HE caused... "I'm in Heaven," Michael barely whispered. "Huh?" Ashley said in a groggy voice. He smiled down at her. "Nothing, sweetheart." Ashley, still luxariating in the aftermath of sweet orgasm, sighed and then looked up at Michael. "Fuck me," she whispered. "Fuck me... PLEASE." Michael grabbed her lower legs and flipped them upward, which caused Ashley's back to press down hard into the mattress. He hooked her legs over his shoulders, and she responded by linking her feet together around his neck. Michael grasped his cock, hard once again, and then positioned himself to enter her. "I hope this is more than a one-night stand," he told her, rubbing his cockhead against her clit. "OHHH YESSSS," she hissed, enjoying his caresses. "It's more than a one-night stand... I promise you!" Michael placed one hand on Ashley's hip, then used his right hand to help forge his cock into her slippery, velvet-like opening. "YEEESSSSS!" the blonde gasped, beneath him, her body writhing in utter pleasure. Not wanting to waste any time, Michael started slamming himself in and out of her. Ashley cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure, but everything felt good to her. She liked it when sex became a little rough. Michael was simply pounding her, her legs high in the air, hooked around his shoulders and neck. His balls slapped against Ashley's bottom with each downward cock-thrust, the sound vibrating through the bedroom and little apartment. He was thrusting in and out of her at such a torrid pace, that if it wasn't for a good, solid frame, the entire bed may have broke and fallen to the floor. Ashley continued to cry, but experienced unique pleasure at the same time. She reached up and hooked her arms around Michael's waist, and tried to push him down harder into her, with her hands. The young woman eventually stammered out a sentence in the middle of their intense coupling. "I... DO-DON'T DON'T TH-TH-THINK TH-THAT I CAN T-T-TAKE TH-TH-THIS MUCH-MUCH LONG-LONGER!" That only made Michael thrust himself in and out of her even faster. Instead of crying, Ashley was now simply screaming. No one had ever made her feel so hot and excited. No one. Michael couldn't take much more of this, either. Her treasure cove gripped his cock like a vice. It was incredible. "GIVE-GIVE IT TO M-ME ME-ME!" Ashley begged, screaming, still being pounded. "CUM IN MY PUS-PUSSY!" Michael growled, the stripper's brashness making him even more excited, and then tightly grasped her hips with both hands. Ashley's back arched high on the bed, giving him better access, and Michael's body tensed. He growled a second time, then emptied his seed into her and simply collapsed. Five minutes later, as the two lay together in sweet aftermath, embracing each other and letting out an occasional sigh, Ashley kissed her man's neck and then looked into his eyes. "Michael," she whispered, "I have a favor to ask. Please don't tell anyone at the strip club that we're seeing each other. I'm fearful that I may lose my job... I'm not allowed to find a date through work." "No problem," he told her, already knowing that fact. "But I'm still going to visit you at the club each night, and give you good tips. You as a stripper... you're my fetish." She grinned at him, then planted a kiss upon his mouth. "I believe this is the beginning of a long and beautiful relationship. I have a really good feeling about us." "So do I," Michael beamed. "And, don't you worry your pretty little head about anything. I'M going to take care of you from now on." ~~~