Stripper gave me best blowjob of my life...

So, this happened a couple years back, but I still think about it all the time. My buddies decided it was time for a guys' night out, and they picked a strip club as the spot. I wasn't really into the idea at first kinda felt awkward and out of place, you know? But they wouldn't take no for an answer, hyping it up like it was gonna be the wildest thing. I tagged along.

We get to this dimly lit club downtown, thumping bass and neon lights everywhere. Girls are grinding on stage, bodies glistening under the spotlights, tits bouncing as they slide down poles. My friends are whooping it up, tossing bills, but I'm just nursing a beer at the bar, trying not to stare too hard. Still, I can't help but notice this one dancer long dark hair in dark lact bra...

Not long after she approched me 'Hey, handsome, Wanna take this somewhere private?' My heart's pounding. I nod, fumbling for my wallet, and hand over the cash for a lap dance. She grabs my hand and leads me to one of those back rooms curtained off, plush couch, soft red lighting. The door closes, and it's just us.

She pushes me down onto the couch, straddling my lap right away. Her thighs are thick and warm, pressing against mine as she starts grinding slow. I can feel the heat from her pussy through her thong, rubbing right against my crotch. My cock twitches instantly, hardening under my jeans. She notices and grins, arching her back to press her full tits against my chest. They're spilling out of her bra, nipples hard and poking through the lace.

Her hands roam over my shoulders, down my arms, while she rolls her hips in circles. 'You like that?' she whispers, her breath hot on my neck. I groan, nodding, my hands itching to touch but remembering the rules—no hands. But damn, she's good. She leans back, unclasping her top, letting those perfect D-cups bounce free. Pink nipples begging to be sucked. She pinches one, moaning softly, and I swear my dick's about to burst through my zipper.

The dance heats up. She turns around, bending over, shaking her ass in my face. I can see the outline of her lips through the thin fabric, wet already. I'm throbbing, pre-cum leaking into my boxers. 'You're so hard for me,' she teases, reaching back to squeeze my thigh. The song ends, but she doesn't stop. Instead, she slides off my lap, kneeling between my legs.

'Want more?' Her eyes lock on mine, fingers tracing the seam of my jeans. I don't even speak—just nod. She unzips me slow, pulling out my rock-hard cock. It's pulsing in her hand, veins bulging. She licks her lips, then dives in. Her mouth is warm and wet, tongue swirling around the tip first, tasting my pre-cum. She sucks the head gently, then takes me deeper, lips stretching around my shaft.

Holy fuck, it's the best head I've ever had. She bobs her head, sucking hard, her cheeks hollowing out. One hand strokes the base, twisting just right, while the other cups my balls, massaging them. She's humming, the vibration shooting straight to my core. I thread my fingers in her hair, guiding her gently, but she doesn't need it... Slurping sounds fill the room as she deepthroats me, gagging a little but pushing through, nose brushing my pubes.

I try to hold out, but it's too much. Her tongue flicks the underside, teeth grazing lightly, and that's it. In seconds, I'm erupting. Thick ropes of cum shoot down her throat. She swallows every drop, milking me with her mouth until I'm spent, twitching in her grip. She pulls off with a pop, licking her lips clean, smirking up at me.

We cleaned up, and I stumbled back to my friends...