First Time Excitement Too Much
True Story of me a few years ago now (m26)
I was visiting a friend on a chill Thursday afternoon, both of us bored and on a whim we decided it might be fun to hit a strip club (my first time ever). We picked a random place nearby and ended up at a cheap, trashy, and mostly empty strip club.
The second we stepped inside hearing the sexy music, feeling the taboo excitement, my cock was hard before I’d even seen a single dancer, nervous arousal flooding me. After we paid and walked into the main room, it was almost empty, just a couple of girls walking around serving drinks and one on stage half naked with a couple of guys around it. Still, the raw sexual energy of the club had my blood pumping. I didn’t even find most of the girls particularly attractive, but it didn’t matter. The atmosphere alone had me throbbing in my jeans.
We sat at a table, chatting about the girls and our types, getting our drinks, and taking it in together. I was starting to calm down when my friend decided he wanted to get a private dance, so he went off to find a girl while I sat alone, nerves rising again. I was planning on just chilling, waiting for him to come back but the awkwardness hit hard. Sitting alone perving on girls felt so creepy. So I went to the bar and ordered a drink, hoping the alcohol would loosen me up.
I was halfway through it when a girl approached. Sexy tall, thicc girl, brunette hair, pretty face, and what must have been E cup tits emphasized by her tiny low cut top. My type normally being small and more petite though I still loved some tits, her body here though, in that hypersexual environment, and actually talking to me! I was captivated immediately. At first the conversation was light and casual. Where are you from? How’s your day going? I figured she was just bored because the place was so empty. I answered honestly, saying I made it clear I was just here with a friend not really interested in anything.
It was actually pleasant. I felt myself relaxing as we talked. When I finished my drink though the dynamic started to change. She started talking faster, more dominant. Before I knew it I was ordering a shot and another round for both of us. She kept me on the back foot just agreeing with everything she was saying as the conversation quickly turned more sexual. What I like about her body, what turns me on, have I ever seen big tits like hers before. All the while emphasizing those big soft tits, inviting me to stare and enjoy them. Finally she asked the trap question, "have you ever had a lap dance before?" We both knew the answer, but she was waiting for the invitation. When I said no, she was ready insisting I needed to experience it, getting up and pulling me towards the back private rooms. By that point I was fully in her rhythm, tipsy, awkwardly nervous, and so hard. I barely resisted for a moment before letting her lead me toward the private rooms.
Inside the booth I sat on the chair awkwardly even sitting on my hands as I didn't know what was allowed as she kept up the energy not giving me a moment to breath. Showing off her massive cleavage now not subtly at all she again asked if I liked her big breasts, if they would make me hard to which I enthusiastically agreed and was rewarded with her pulling her top down letting them spring free. I was stunned, for the first time in my life seeing massive tits fully exposed before me in a place I was not expecting full nudity to be allowed. She must have been enjoying how infatuated she was making me as I sat there sitting on my hands, whole body besides my cock which was continuing to throb dumbly frozen because she then asked, “Want to feel them?" My hands slowly rose to enjoy those huge, soft, warm pillows as my cock continued to throb harder. My shy reserved handling not enough for her as she grabbed the back of my head and led my face down into them, smothering me between those big fat tits and locking in my new big tit fetish forever.
Then the song ended, new song starting signifying the start of my dance. She told me to sit back and enjoy as she stood up and started dancing. I tried deep breathing to calm my throbbing cock back down some as she turned around finally hiding those triggering tits from me only to be replaced with her sexy hips and fat ass as she started dancing. Now moving to the music I was again entranced by her body. So turned on as she moved so sexy, rolling her hips, bending over letting her tiny skirt ride up and giving a full view of her fat ass shaped so sexy by her tiny thong. All the while she kept talking, sexy, playful, and teasing. Most of it blurred together as the music, her sexy body, her voice, the alcohol, and my pounding heartbeat made my head light.
After about a minute she again went further than I thought was allowed. After shaking those hips right in front of my face she sat down instead of standing back up. Her big, soft ass settled onto my lap with my now surprised hard cock now leaking as it felt these heavy pillows envelope it through my pants. I instantly was panicking now feeling very real worry of this being too much as this pleasure felt so good. My light pushes trying to get her off me and escape this pleasure were ignored as she dominantly began grinding up and down the length of my hard cock trapped in my pants. She moaned softly saying things like, "You like this don't you", "We can keep going for as many songs as you want" and "Fuck you feel so good under me"
She could clearly feel how hard I was, but she had no idea how close I already was. I was fighting with everything I had not to cum, trying to ease the pressure by shifting my hips, but she was relentless. Expertly working her ass against me, keeping the friction perfect and constant. Then she said it,
“It’s almost like we’re fucking.”
That was it. My brain short circuited. I tried again to push her away hoping I could still save it but it was useless as she came back from my weak push with one last grind down my helpless cock. I came hard, thick, messy spurts flooding the inside of my pants. The first song not even close to ending as her nervous client paints the inside of his pants with cum after maybe 30 seconds of grinding. She definitely wasn't expecting it as she kept grinding for a second longer even as I again tried to push her off.
Then she realized and the mood flipped instantly. The sexy tease vanished. She was suddenly pissed, calling me a dirty fucking pervert for cumming in my pants during her dance. I sat there ashamed and still half-hard, soaked and stunned, with no idea what to do. I pulled out money to pay for the dance. She looked at it and shook her head. She told me it wasn't enough, that I need to pay extra for being a dirty pervert and cumming is not allowed.
She marched me straight through the club to the ATM, made me withdraw another hundred as a fee, then left me standing there in my cum soaked pants. I walked back to the table, my friend was already there though looking questioning at me over what just happened. Feeling another wave of horniness from my eager cock I answered honestly feeling a wave of horny humiliation from telling my friend that I came halfway through my first lapdance and had to pay extra for it.