Written by mickeyfinn1

Fact
15 May 2011


STRIPPERS BOOTH PART FOUR…I HAD TO GO BACK

Readers should read Parts,one,two and three to enjoy the continuing story

I crept away from Chloe’s house

Down the road quite as a mouse

My body tired but feeling a tingle

Straight to the club where I could mingle

Ten strippers there but not the same

Mesmerized by Chloe could they blame?

Blame me for being a choosey guy

Each time they asked as they passed by

Do you want a private dance?

No thanks I think I’m in a trance

Perhaps... if my favorite doesn’t work today

Told them that, keep them at bay

Must keep an eye on the stage

Will Chloe climb up into the cage?

I think lets just buy another drink,

Sit in my chair I can’t just think

Of another girl who catches my eye

Who’s best in the club that will satisfy?

My urge to stroke my dick and see

Some Lovely tits a soft bum on me

Circling moving right in my lap

My hands must not touch and all that crap

My cock grows as she presses down

On my lap she’s going to town

The difference is she’s hard as nails

It’s better than nothing and if that fails

I’ll pay up again when Chloe comes

Enjoy these tits just like two big plums

It’s not the same as Chloe’s shape

Stretch marks all over covered with tape

Time is up and its time to pay

Got a hard on and she,s nothing to say

Back to the stage and hoping that

A change of shift maybe a different chat

From new girls who just walk around

Slide around polls ceiling to ground

Opening legs and a pussy to see

Is she doing it just for me?

She looks and whispers come in here honey

That’s a signal she wants my money

Her fingers pull open her creamy crack

Could definitely get her in the sack

Ten dollars I slide into her thong

Taps my hand you can’t stay there long

She has lovely tits and nice long legs

But has a face that looks and begs

No real feeling and I’m not a bank

Into the booth I need to wank

I get up and move towards the door

And would you believe across the floor

Strides Chloe who says where are you going

Into the booth my juices are flowing

Come on Mike lets go in

No hands must touch me there within

Her face her body her warmth her touch

An afternoon I filled her crutch

I sat down laid back on the chair

She moved around, she revealed her pair

Amazing tits I can only gasp

Hand round her back undoes her clasp

Tits in her hands she holds them together

Sits on a chair its dark green leather

Lays back and opens her knees

Her fingers rubbing her clit to tease

Her eyes on me tongue on her lip

Whispers to me pull down your zip

My cock pops out, she stands up straight

Dancing again I cannot wait

She turns around bum in my face

Her hands just pull away the lace

She looks at the camera sits on my lap

My cock slides in her pussy my trap

When I get up close up your zip

Make sure it’s closed and then you can tip

Up and down she moves her hips

My cock is caught between her outer lips

I feel I’m coming she whispers be quick

My spunk it shoots I know it’s thick

That was nice I said how much can I pay

One hundred will do and I want you to stay

Zip up quick and come to the bar

The boss won’t know we went so far

We move to the bar I order a drink

Standing there I begin to think

I see the boss with his TV screen

I wonder if he knows he ‘s just seen

A blinding fuck without him knowing

I smile at him and say I,m going

To the bank I need more money