Stripper Chit-Chat II

wolf5958

lil Fuzzybear
#82
My problem is that I want them both.
Than that my friend is two very different games. You either target the bar keep or a dancer you can't do both at the same time. It is like hunting two different animals. A stripper can be hunted with a shotgun a bar keep is more of a bow and arrow type of prey. Me I like both too but the game is played on different levels depending on who's playing.
 

wolf5958

lil Fuzzybear
#84
So it looks like at some bars, go for the Bar Tender and at a different bar, go for the stripper.
Yes that's it. Also keep in mind your favorite bar keep at a place we go often is married and very much in love with her hubby, I found the same true for her sisters as well but she plays a nice game to frustrate you...
 
#85
Yes that's it. Also keep in mind your favorite bar keep at a place we go often is married and very much in love with her hubby, I found the same true for her sisters as well but she plays a nice game to frustrate you...

You know that I never get frustrated. I may just be playing with her too.
 

MrNY

Subject to blackouts
#87
Holy shit..years go by and THIS is the thread you decide to post on?

Wassup, homeslice???
Homeslice!?!?!? Listen sub-prime breathe :)

it really is great to still see the same old names - now, if we were able to get "frog" to resurface, that would be impressive
 
#88
That's why he's "subject to blackouts".

He always picks an odd thread to reappear in.

Frog was here while you were gone.

Usually after Mr Homeslice Fletch isn't far behind.
 

MrNY

Subject to blackouts
#89
how can this be "an odd thread" - this stuff is classic

justlookin is my hero

is there a get-together planned anytime soon?
 
#94
Finally, a music nerd's dream came true. A fantasy I've had for nearly 40 years becomes a reality.

A stripper and I are talking about music. It becomes apparent that we share several tastes. I show her the Artists list on my iPod.

"I don't want to hustle you into the VIP Room," she says after looking it over. "I want to go out with you. Here's my number."

Why couldn't things like this have happened when I was 16, when I needed it?
 
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#95
I'm on my way home from a visit to a client, but it's rush hour and I have to cross a bridge. I decide to stop in at a strip club and chill for a couple of hours and go home without traffic later.

After a while I'm getting a very high mileage dance from a very hot dancer. She has been handling my rod through my pants, and has been dry humping me in reverse cowgirl position while telling me over her shoulder that this is her favorite position. Now she's on her knees and has her mouth open and over my crotch and is breathing her very hot breath right through my pants.

She looks up at me and says "Your's is just the perfect size. I hate it when a guy's cock is so big that as soon as I get it in my mouth I'm getting lock jaw and it stays sore all night."

I can't remember the last time I felt as good as this after a girl has told me I've got a small cock.
 
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#96
just this last one, then no more from me.

Atlantic City, Taj, Suite on 46th floor.Ocean side, right.
the girl, wont mention her name.
I felt as if I sunk to new depths of depravity the first 4 hours of our afternoon after we checked in. No limits. I mean none.
I fucked her so hard up the ass, I was sore. Gagging blow jobs, facials with her mouth open and lapping like a dog at my come....you get the picture.

Anyway, its dinner time.
Reservation, even though its a weeknight, at MarkAnthonys, but we decided to do the steakhouse instead.
So while were waiting to be seated, I ask her if shed like a drink, in the lounge adjacent to the restaurant.
We sit.
Her:What are you going to drink?
Me: I dont drink alcohol.
Her:Really? So why do you want to sit at the bar?
Me: I thought youd like a drink.
Her:Are you trying to get me drunk?(she was giggling slightly)
Me:What?
Her:I get really wild in bed when Im drunk.

I only let her get one drink, I feared for my life.
I might have met her two years ago while taking a stroll on Atlantic Ave.
 
#97
I was in a room at the old Paradise club with a little J-Lo looking thing. The conversation drifted to what is the wildest thing you've done sexually. After a bit of prodding, she told me that she had been engaged to great guy who she really loved. But, she always fantasized and fucking him in the ass.

He refused, but slowly, she began to get thim to agree to have things out in his ass. A finger, anal beads, fingers and anal beads and so on. Then as they were planning the wedding she gets him to pick out a strap on. The idea was that maybe they'd do a threesome, but she told me she lied, she only intended to use it on him. During the story, which took her about 20 minutes to tell, there was way to much detail, she kept saying how great and understanding he was and how much she loved him.

Eventually, about 2 months before the wedding, he gave in. Her eyes lit up as she said, in what sounded way too much like Rosie Perez, "I fucked the shit outta him."

I asked if he liked it and she said that he absolutely hated it.

I figure, wow, that's some story, but what happened to the engagement? She said, I dumped him about a week later.

Then entirely seriously, she looked at me, "What sorta bitch ass man lets hisself get fucked in the ass?"
This is the greatest story ever told!! I know there's a lesson in there... somewhere....
 
#98
A few years back, I ran with a crowd of strippers that used to like to drink and some did ridiculous amounts of cocaine. I've never really had any use for drugs, but loved to tag along.

One night, a rather weather beaten stripper and her boyfriend along with a fat girl decided they were going to go party. I got dragged along, mostly because I was so drunk they thought I would not be able to get myself home (they were likely correct).


I found myself at a pretty gross hotel that I found out was the Senton when I left the next morning. While they were snorting away, I passed out watching porn.

I was awakened some time during the night by the weather beaten stripper trying to mount me. She had managed to get my pants down and get me hard, but she was so dry it was like trying to trying shuck a clam with your dick.

After a few minutes of futility, she leaned in real close and in her whiskey and cigarettes voice, croaked "Got any spit?"

I didn't and we didn't.
 
#99
Just back from Vegas, meh trip.

Anyway,a couple of quick exchanges . . .


Girl1: I have no tits, but i have great nipples.

Me: How many?

Girl1: (sarcastically) Three.

Me: Do I have to pay extra for that?


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Girl2: I am so wasted. Squeeze my ass harder.

Me: Ok

Girl2: Even harder, I'm so wasted. I want to party. Do you party? I want to party with you? Squeeze harder.

Me: Is that better?

Girl2: (snoring)


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(Girl3 gave me long story about how she just moved to town and her dog ran away. Thus, she just wanted to work a few hours to go look for her dog and was giving discounts on dances and half hours)

Girl3: You sure you don't want to go longer baby?

Me: I can't. I am too worried about your dog. I can't even believe you came to work.

Girl3: ::cries::

Me: Oh shit, you're not lying.


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Girl2: My name is Mini. M-I-N-I. Like Mini Me, not Minnie Mouse.

Me: You named yourself after Veren Troyer?

Girl2: What's Verne Troyer?

Me: He is the midget that plays Mini Me.

Girl2 I don't know. What does he look like?

Me: He looks exactly like my penis. I mean exactly. Do you want to see?

Girl2: You can't do that here. Not til you buy me a few shots anyway.


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