Cynic at the Strip Club - Sex Stories

Cynic at the Strip Club

... crotch causing him to stiffen. Taylor placed his hands over the ridges of her pelvis and pressed her downwards onto him intensifying the grind. Cherry leaned back bringing her chest from his face. He looked at Cherry’s body. She was exquisite. He let go of pressing her onto him and brought his hands to her chest. They were extremely soft. He pressed his thumbs on her nipples. She continued the grinding motion. Taylor pressed harder. This time she reacted. She giggled and adjusted her position that her chest was pressed against his and she was breathing onto his neck. He was hard now, and it wasn’t difficult for her to find a position to grind with her crotch on his cock. There was only her thin g-string preventing her from being completely exposed, reverberating on him. He pictured pulling that aside and running his finger on her clit. It’s with this thought he found his hands on her ass sliding his fingers under the waistband of her g-string. He could fit his palms across 75% of her ass cheeks, so he gave it a squeeze and pressed her pelvis into him more. The black door opened, and a fully dressed 5’7 woman stepped out. She was a little distance away but the straight black hair was unmistakable. “Alice!” he said out loud, but it was not loud enough for her to hear. He quickly unhooked his hands from Cherry’s waistband. “What?!” Cherry exclaimed, extremely surprised. But Taylor did not answer and used his hand positioning that was holding her ass to lift her pelvis off of ...

... him and tossed her to the side. Taylor was full of adrenalin as he rushed to try to catch up with her. “Alice!” he shouted. “Hey!” Cherry squealed from behind him. Taylor reached the girl as she reached the exit to the outside. The bouncer stood between them. “Alice.” Taylor said now that he knew she was within earshot. “What are you trying to do pal?” The bouncer gruffly said. The woman slowly turned her head towards him. Her lashes were long, full, and stark against the color of her emerald eyes. Her skin was clear and as soft and colorless as snow. In a dark, firm voice she replied, “I’m not Alice.” Then turned and walked out the door. Cherry reached Taylor. “What are you doing?” she squeaked, “You just left without even paying me.” “Ah sorry Cherry,” Taylor began, and pulled out his wallet. He paid Cherry double and she walked off defiantly. The bouncer was still glaring at him until he gave him a twenty. Taylor sighed, “Sorry, I just thought I knew that girl. What’s her name?” The bouncer quickly pocketed the cash and replied, “Are you an ex-boyfriend or something?” “No, no. She just looked familiar is all.” Taylor replied. The bouncer studied him; it did not look like he believed him. Taylor pulled out another twenty. The bouncer went from crossing his arms to a more relaxed position. “You know I’d have to throw you out if you were…” he began. “Trust me I’m not.” Taylor interrupted. The bouncer relinquished, “Alright, well she goes by Sylvia here, but dancers do not ...