Truth is Better than Fiction- Part III - Sex Stories

Truth is Better than Fiction- Part III

... before handing the joint back to her. I pulled up in my drive way and we made our way back into the house. “I can call her,” Maddie remarked. “Sure,” I replied, “We might as well have a threesome.” Maddie dialed her friend’s number and left a short message. We finished off the joint and our drinks. “My sister said ‘you’re cool,’” Maddie remarked. “I was skeptical.” I stepped off my porch and over to where I had mounted a volley ball pole into an old tire filled with cement. I rolled detached the net and rolled the tire and aluminum pole on to the patio. Maddy watched as I positioned the pole on the patio. I disappeared into my garage and emerged with a mounting bracket, set screws and my power drill in hand. I stood on one of the patio chairs and fastened the mounting bracket around the pole, securing it to an overhang on the patio. “What the fuck?” Maddie inquired. “I’ll give you twenty bucks if you can work that pole,” I remarked. “You’re fucked up,” Maddie replied. “You’ve got pole dancing in your blood,” I remarked. “Before the night is over, you’ll be sliding the pole.” Maddie laughed. “I’ll slide it after you slide it,” she replied. I poured us both another drink and cranked up the music. “Can I plug in my iPhone to your stereo?” Maddie asked. “My playlist is much better.” Maddie followed me into the house and I watched as she hooked up her phone and then fiddled with her play list. Rap blared from the speakers. Maddie nodded her head in synch with the music. I ...

... stepped on to the patio and reclaimed my seat. Maddie stepped over to the makeshift stripper pole and checked it for stability. She wrapped one leg around the pole and spun around it, holding on with one hand, her long brown hair flaring out as she spun. She wrapped both her legs around the pole and shimmied up it a short distance. Suddenly, she let go and flipped upside down, holding on to the pole by her legs. Her shirt fell down around her shoulders, exposing her pink brassiere. She placed her hands out in front of her to greet the base into which the pole was mounted, as she slowly slid down the pole. She flipped back on to her feet and smiled. “That’ll be twenty bucks,” Maddie remarked, holding out her hand. I fished in my billfold and took out two tens dollar bills and handed them to her. “You’re pretty good,” I remarked. “I should be,” Maddie replied, “I do it all day long.” “Since when does Hooters have a stripper pole?” I inquired. “I haven’t worked at Hooters in months,” Maddie replied. Maddie danced as we chatted. “So how much is a lap dance going for these days?” I inquired. “How much are you willing to pay?” Maddie inquired. I looked in my billfold. “We may have to hit the ATM,” I replied. “I don’t dance for free,” Maddie remarked, moving in closer to where I sat. I spread my legs and Maddie stepped between them. She bent forward at the waist, looking back at me, her cute ass facing me. I playfully slapped her butt. “Sit down,” I remarked, "before one of us gets into ...