Ashley's Story - Sex Stories

Ashley's Story

... about her weekend plans. She told her she was hanging out with a friend, which was a half-truth. Her mother told her to be careful and reminded her that her step-brother, TJ, was nearby if she needed help with anything. Ashley told her mother she remembered that, though she wasn’t very close to TJ, Tony’s son, due to the age difference – TJ being in his mid-30s didn’t allow them to play and hang out as much in their younger years. Ashley and her older brother were far closer, having spent most of their time playing together, due to his closer proximity in age. When Ashley arrived at one of the strip clubs Fat Rob managed, she was greeted by him in the back alley, taken inside to his office, stuffed with thick, meaty, black cock until she came within a few minutes, and then left to pick out her outfit for the night. It consisted of super tight red shorts, only covering half her butt, and a matching vest which exposed her all the cleavage of her medium sized breasts. She was a natural. Flexing, grinding, jerking her butt around on stage, against the pole, against men that laid down money, removing her clothes and fingering herself on stage. She felt wild, free, and so incredibly sexy. She loved every second. She wasn’t a trained stripper so really all she did was dance and grind seductively on stage. The pole dancers really stole the show in her opinion. When her performance on stage ended, her night didn’t. Over the course of three hours she was constantly taking men into ...

... the back room areas for private dances. She fought every urge in her body not to take their cocks out and ride each one to orgasm. Fat Rob told her no sex though. “It was amazing,” Ashley told Fat Rob at the end of the night, handing him a large sum of bills, the club’s share of money from private dances. “Glad you like it, Miss Ashley. Care to make even more tonight?” Fat Rob said, flipping through the various bills. “Absolutely,” the college sophomore replied. “Good. A friend of mine from out-of-town is here this weekend. He wants me to send one of the dancers to his hotel room. He asked for you.” “He wants me to dance for him in his room?” Ashley asked. “No. He wants you for the night, if you know what I mean,” Fat Rob answered. “Uh, how much?” she asked. “A couple thousand is your share.” “All I have to do is have sex with him and stay the night?” “That’s it,” Fat Rob said with a smile. “Just put your dress back on, head to his room, shower, and wait for him. He’ll have a robe picked out for you. Take care of him all night and the money is yours.” “Like a – ” Ashley started to say. “A prostitute, exactly. But,” Fat Rob said, tipping her chin up to look into her eyes, “I think you’re ok with that. Aren’t you? Two grand and a night with a black man, sounds like its win-win for you, Miss Ashley.” Ashley cleared her throat, “Where’s his hotel room?” ********** She couldn’t resist. Smiling to herself in the mirror while drying her hair and waiting for this customer to arrive, ...