"You should have won tonight Trina. Though I can tell you are fresh to this, though I like your naïve nature. You are like the good girl, yearning to be a slut." He continued as I removed my jacket. "Is that what you want Trina, to discover who you really are?"
"I am just a dancer, for tonight only." I responded.
"Don't lie Trina. You like the idea of men wanting to fuck you. You like to tease them, don't you?" I watched as he talked, his lusty look taking me in, as he was a victim to his desires. "I want to fuck you."
"Th... that is not allowed Boyd." I teased, my hands swirling my hair. "Besides I am not that type of woman." Then contradicting myself as the second song was now playing I removed my bra, then eased free of my skirt, kicking it onto his face. His words had exited me and I was nearly certain he could smell it.
Moving from the table as the third song began I straddled him on the couch, grinding into his stiff cock. A cock I had made stiff, I smiled satisfied with myself. His hands eased to my hips to the edge of the waistband of my thong. His other hand on my ass caressing the edge of the thong as it disappeared between my cheeks. My breasts pushed into his chest, his shirt gently tugging as I moved up and down.
"That's the end of our dance, Boyd." I leaned in whispering in his ear. Then turned picking up the money off the table and my clothing and left.
On the ride home Sam commented on his surprise at my compliance to his fantasies. To which he added another as he pulled my head down to him. I knew what I was to do even before he told his stripper wife to suck his cock. I obliged him as I milked the last of his cum from his cock I as we arrived at home.
I moved up, my lips glistening. "Fuck me Sam, I need you to fuck me." I whispered.
Sam carried me from the car, I dropped my bag as we entered the house. Still dressed in the stripper outfit, I turned on some music and began to dance for him a private lap dance. Tonight for the first time, I truly wanted to be fucked as a woman.
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