Grind Me Harder It was a miserable Tuesday night. A summer storm had rushed into town from the Midwestern plains pushing rough winds, heavy rains, and lots of thunder and lightning. I sat beside the small stage in the almost- empty back section of REX's strip club watching Trisha gyrate to Kid Rock's "Cowboy" punctuated by the occasional clash of thunder. The weather had kept the place mostly empty that night and I was the only one at the small, circular stage near the back of the club. The few other guys in the club watched a different girl on the main stage.

I watched Trisha come up from a crouch with the pole between her large tits, press them together and begin sliding up and down. She'd danced two songs already and had just enough of a sheen between her boobs to make the pole slide easily. It looked like a brass cock tit- fucking her. I beckoned her to me with a dollar and she laid in front of me, opening and closing her legs after I tucked the buck into her G-string. She played with her panties - like all strippers do - teasing with what they almost show you.

Trisha wasn't teasing tonight, though. As the song ended, she let her hands stray a bit too far and pulled the panties aside to flash me a shot of completely- waxed pussy - definitely NOT legal in this state. This was the first time I'd seen it and she gave me a full ten second look. It was puffy and pale to match her skin and had a hint of shiny pink just visible in the center.

I had been coming to REX's for about two weeks since I'd kicked myself out of my usual hangout by breaking up with one of the dancers there. That girl had been doing so much coke that she was acting like Brittany Murphy's character in Spun and became a major pain in the ass. I didn't want to switch clubs, but strippers tend to stick together, so I knew I wouldn't get any action there for a while. REX's was a nice club with good- looking girls, and it was perfectly located on the other side of town so none of the girls had friends at my old club.

I saw Trisha my first night there. She stood about 5'6" in heels, with very fair skin, dark eyes, and chin-length, ash-blonde hair. She had a lovely round face and pouty lips, but what really made her stand out were her tits. They were natural 40D's with just a hint of droop and large pink nipples. The best part about them was the sexy way that they moved when she danced and their incredible softness.

Nobody would say she was fat, but she did have the figure to support those 40D's. I would guess she was 40-28-38 with a flat stomach and a stripper's tight ass. She was 31 years old when I knew her and was surprised that I liked her because I was "only" 28 at the time.

I came into the club 4 or 5 times a week for the next two weeks, and worked on getting to know her. She was very cool, smart, and didn't seem to be as emotionally damaged as most strippers. She seemed to like me a lot and would have been perfect dating material except for her pain-in-the-ass boyfriend who was at the club most nights, sitting at the bar while she worked the room. Makes it kind of hard to give a girl a ride home when her boyfriend is waiting for her.

Nevertheless, I kept working on her. She was a great deal of fun to hang out with and would spend hours with me - as much as she could - without asking for money beyond drinks. (In my experience, that is THE prime indicator of whether you have a shot with a particular girl. If all she wants to do is sell you lap dances, money is the only reason she's sitting with you.)

Even better, when we would go to the lap dancing room for the occasional dance, she was wild. She let me to touch and nibble her tits - both against the rules - and once let me touch her pussy discreetly. I hoped to get her away from her boyfriend once or twice and back to my place for a little sex. She'd actually mentioned the prospect to me, saying we should, "run off somewhere and fuck."

For the last week, we'd been playing an unspoken game wherein she tried to make me cum in my pants by dry humping me and I tried to resist. I love this game and have had great results playing it with other girls in the past. It's like playing Hard to Get - strip club style. They're used to guys being all over them and blowing their wad during the first song.

Holding out makes me unusual and interesting. Eventually, they're trying their best to make me cum during a lap dance, which is really fucking fun. After several nights of their best efforts not working, they'll come home with me and fuck me for real just to prove to themselves they can get me off.

Monday, she had almost won our little game by reaching up the leg of my shorts to grab my dick. She WOULD have won, but the cameras that watch the lap dancing room kept her from jerking me long enough to get me off.

Tonight, she came down from the stage and followed me back to my table. Thanks to the storm, the place was mostly empty; there were barely more customers than dancers. More importantly for my plans, her boyfriend wasn't hanging around that night to keep an eye on here. We had been hanging out drinking for about four hours and she was getting pretty loose - as evidenced by that pussy flash on stage. That stunt would have gotten her fired instantly if the manager, bouncer or bartender had seen.

When we reached the table, she sat on my lap and picked up her fourth tequila sunrise. Since she'd almost made me cum the night before, I had spent the day thinking of a way to turn the tables on her. My plan depended on the club's chairs.

REX's has great chairs. They're big enough for two, plushly padded and made like a cylinder with an arc cut out for your legs. As she sat down on my lap, I made my move. I slid my left hand around her waist and down until it was under her ass. The sides of the chair concealed what my hand was doing as I reached up and pulled her G-string aside to touch her pussy.

She looked at me with startled eyes as I began to stroke her hairless lips, but didn't move to stop me - a good sign. I slid my finger up and over the hood of her clit, making her sigh and wiggle a bit to give me better access. With the new angle, I could reach a finger inside to touch her inner labia. They were wet and I started spreading that wetness over her outer lips and especially over her clit. I slid back the hood covering her clit and managed to bump the hard little nub more and more often as I explored her smooth pussy.

After a few minutes of this treatment, her nipples had hardened and her breathing quickened. Several more strokes and she was getting a bit shaky and trying very hard not to hump my hand. Her pussy was soaking wet now and I slid my thumb up inside her warm hole and began rubbing her clit in earnest with my middle finger.

If anybody else had been in the back of the club near us, we would definitely have been caught - chair or no chair - because she was flushed, breathing hard, and had that glazed look of intense concentration women get right before coming. Time to bring this to and end before we were caught. I began moving my thumb inside her, squeezing her G-spot and clit between my thumb and middle finger.

Hitting the G-spot sent her off on a ragged orgasm and she threw her head back and moaned. Arching her back and lifting her feet from the floor, she squeezed my hand hard with those strong dancer's legs and pushed down to force my thumb as deep inside as she could. She squirmed on my trapped hand for 10 or 15 seconds while her pussy convulsed, spastically milking my thumb like a little cock, mindlessly trying to coax a spurt of seed that would never come.

She collapsed and I looked around to see if anyone had noticed her obvious orgasm. REX's is big enough that, back in our corner, we were easily 20 yards from the nearest person. I had chosen my table carefully so it was out of the line of sight of both the bar and the DJ. By some miracle, nobody was looking toward us. Everyone else in the place watched the main stage where two girls danced and play-humped each other. An unusual act for these two particular girls, but I guess they were bored with the place so empty. Whatever the reason for the performance, it kept all eyes forward and away from us.

Trisha lay back on my chest, breathing hard and recovering herself. My thumb was still deep inside her, though I'd stopped moving it, and her pussy still gave random shudders. She wiggled her butt a little and I pulled out my hand and moved it to cup her left breast. I tweaked her nipple while she regained her senses mumbling, "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck," under her breath the whole time. She finally sat upright and moved my hand from her tit leaving behind shiny wet evidence of where that hand had been so recently.

Glancing around, she asked, "Did anybody see us?"

"Nope, doesn't look like it," I said, grinning.

"Good. Fuck!" she yelled quietly and kissed me hard. As she slid her tongue into my mouth, I tasted a hint of coppery blood where she'd bitten her lip to keep from crying out when she came. She pulled back and took a big gulp of the sunrise, glancing around again since kissing is against the rules as well. Seeing all eyes still glued to the lesbo show, she moved in for another kiss. Now the blood was gone, replaced by the sweet of the orange and the tangy musk of the tequila.

Having her cum in my lap had damn near made me lose it before she even touched my cock. Her collapse gave me time for the danger to pass, but my cock was battling my underwear to reach full size. The orange and tequila tongue flitting around my mouth only added to my distress and the throbbing in my pants.

She noticed the bulge and reached down to slide her hand along the shaft, adjusting my dick in my pants to a more comfortable position. She squeezed and rubbed the tip through my shorts for a few seconds as the kiss continued, but the song was coming to an end and so was our little bit of privacy.

She jumped up, downed the rest of her drink and grabbed my hand. "Your turn," she said while pulling me toward the lap dance room. "We'll dance for tips. I want to see you cum." Dance for tips means that she would be lap dancing essentially for free. A dance in this city is $20 per song. Normally, the girl keeps $15 and the club gets $5; they call it 'tipping out the bar,' same as waitresses. She was saying that I only needed to pay the bar tip of $5 per dance. At that price, she would get tired of dancing before I ran out of cash.

Trisha led me to the lap dancing room and took the booth in the corner by the fish tank. To anybody else in the room with us, we would be relatively well lit, but to the cameras we were almost invisible because the low-light cameras on the ceiling got washed out by the lights in the tank.

We were the only couple in the room, so this was the booth where we could get away with the most rule- bending. She knelt in front of me and waited for the next song to start. She was already topless, of course, and rubbed her soft tits across my knees. The next song started, NIN's "Fuck You Like An Animal," and she slid up into my lap and started to dance.

She tried hard to make me cum, I'll give her that. She buried my face in her big tits and ground her pussy into my dick. She opened my shirt and rubbed her tits against my chest. She whispered sexy shit and nibbled my ears while I sucked her nipples into my mouth to feel them harden on my tongue. She sucked MY nipples. She bent over in front of me, moved her panties and slid a finger inside, then brought it up to my mouth to taste.

Riskiest of all, she unzipped my shorts to expose my black boxers. (Never wear white underwear to a strip club. It glows like a neon sign under black light.) That let her ride my cock with nothing between us but two thin pieces of cloth. I could have cum ten times during those first five songs if I'd let myself. SHE had at least one orgasm from grinding me.

But the goal of the game was to fuck her for real - hopefully several times. She was excited by chasing me and I didn't think I'd get to fuck her if she managed to make me cum in the lap dance room. So I held on by a thread. I wouldn't have managed even that, except she had to keep switching what she was doing because the DJ could see us from across the room.

He couldn't see us very well, but doing one thing too long or doing something that was obviously actually fucking or sucking would quickly bring the bouncers. Every time she would have to change positions, I'd get a few seconds break to regain control. Needless to say, I was having a GREAT time.

Somewhere during the sixth or seventh song, there was a very loud crash of thunder and the lights went out. Without the loud music, the rain pelting the metal roof suddenly seemed very loud and thunder rattled the whole building. It guessed the storm had gotten worse. It was so dark that I couldn't even see Trisha straddling my legs. I'd just begun to wonder why they didn't have emergency lighting, when Trisha blew all thoughts out of my mind.

She hopped quickly off me and pushed my legs apart. I felt her hand reach into my boxers and pull my dick out into the cool air. The cold lasted only a second before she sucked my entire cock into her hot mouth. She slurped up and jammed down again, and again, making my dick head bump against her throat. If I hadn't been so surprised, I would have cum instantly, but I was too stunned.

I looked wildly around expecting bouncers to grab me, but it was pitch black everywhere. The only light I could see was a red 'EXIT' sign 50 yards away at the front door. I came to my senses long enough to think, "Holy shit! She's blowing me," and it was over. After just five or six trips up and down my shaft, her lips pulled away exposing me to the cool breeze again.

Two heartbeats later, she crawled up my chest and the next thing I felt was the unmistakable wet warmth of her cunt sliding down onto my cock. She slid all the way down to the balls, then sat still. I still couldn't see her in the dark, but sensed her mouth coming to mine for a kiss. She squashed her huge mounds to my chest and whispered in my ear, "Now you'll cum for me." Then she started to move.

Getting fucked by a stripper is glorious. They spend every night pretending to fuck guys, dry-humping guys. When they have a real cock inside them to ride, they really know what they're doing. Trisha was no exception to this rule and my dick felt like it was in a velvet meat grinder. She didn't move up and down, in and out, but back and forth and side to side. She ground her clit against the base of my dick and held the head deep inside rubbing against the stiff cervix. Her twisting, grasping cunt felt more like a mouth trying to suck me off, but still had the heat and depth of a pussy.

Trisha began to make little mewling noises in her throat as she neared her third orgasm. She must have wanted it harder because she leaned back, rested her palms on my knees and started moving up and down. When she leaned back, I realized that my eyes had adjusted to the darkness and I could now see her. She sat before me, body arched and head thrown back, revealed dimly by the light of the distant EXIT sign.

I will always remember the way that small red light looked on her body and the way her amazing tits swung and bounced as she impaled herself on my cock over and over again.

My own needs were becoming rather urgent at this point so I grabbed her hips and met her lunges with my own upward thrusts. I could feel the head of my cock slam into her cervix over and over. Lots of women don't like this feeling, but Trisha obviously didn't mind though she would probably be sore tomorrow.

She again fell forward and started to kiss me, moaning into my mouth to quiet her cries. Suddenly she stiffened and gasped, cumming hard. Her pussy squeezed so tight that I couldn't slide out for a second, then started that rippling milking motion again.

She collapsed onto my chest when she came. She may have passed out, it was too dark to tell for sure. I was seconds from cumming and long past the point of no return. Without thinking, I held her hips and flipped her over onto the couch so I was on top. I held her legs high and started ramming my cock into her still- spasming cunt as fast, as deep, and as hard as I could. The buildup was exquisitely slow, pressure rising for several seconds. My balls felt like a rubber band being stretched to the breaking point.

Trisha was lost in a continuous orgasm while I thrust past the last barrier to my own pleasure, and the rubber band snapped. I stopped thrusting and held my cock deep inside her as jolt after jolt of hot cum shot from my cock tip to splash against her cervix. It was the best orgasm I'd ever had. I shot ropes of sperm for a full 30 seconds before I was spent. Her pussy kept milking my drained cock as I slid down beside her on the couch.

We laid there unmoving for a full minute with my prick still inside Trisha. As it deflated, I regained enough of my senses to straighten my clothes. My boxers were soaked with pussy juice, but I zipped them back into the shorts anyway. Trisha had just pulled aside her G- string to make way for my cock; all she needed to do was adjust her bottoms. She had not counted on the six or eight big shots of my cum leaking from her pussy. She didn't have a towel so dripped onto the seat. She kept reaching down and bringing tastes to her mouth. We kissed some more while we waited for the lights to come back.

The whole escapade from the time she took my dick into her mouth until I shot my load had taken no more than 5 minutes. The lights came up a few minutes later and Trisha jumped up and rushed to the dressing room immediately, hopefully to do something about the leaky cum running down her leg.

I quickly went to the restroom to make sure everything was in order before sitting down at my table again to wait for Trisha. No one suspected a thing! She came out a few minutes later looking totally fresh in another outfit to find a new tequila sunrise waiting for her. She sat on my lap and we talked for the rest of the night. Turned out she was on birth control (Whew!) and she was pretty unhappy with her asshole boyfriend.

She went home with me that night and I got to taste that sweet pussy and shoot another load inside it. The next morning she woke me with a blowjob and swallowed every drop. This girl was a keeper.

The following Saturday, she broke up with her asshole boyfriend and started seeing me. She was a fabulous lay and our sex got better and better as we learned how to best please each other. It turned out that her cunt did that awesome rippling milking thing every time she had an orgasm. I tried to make sure that she had a LOT of orgasms. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 37