I want to be a stripper
I have a recurring fantasy that I’m a stripper. I walk onto the stage to Chris Brown’s “Under the Influence.” I’m wearing my sexiest heels and lingerie: a red lace G string getting swallowed by my big ass, with a garter belt and stockings, plus a matching red lace bralette with cutout rings that leave my nipples exposed on my big natural perky breasts.
I dance slowly, rubbing my hands up and down my body to the beat of the song. When I reach the pole, I lean my back against it, letting it rest between my ass cheeks as I slide up and down. I swing around with one hand gripping the pole, then stop to slowly shake my ass in some man’s drooling face. Desire fills the air, and people throw hundred dollar bills at me, begging for more.
I get down on the floor on my hands and knees, spreading my ass for everyone to see. My pussy is right there, taunting them. I slide into a split and grind against the floor, realizing how wet I am. I’m turned on by how turned on everyone else is. I feel someone slip a few bills into my stockings.
I stand back up, craving more friction. I grip the pole with one hand and press my pussy against it, arching my body back slightly. I slide up and down again, feeling the cool metal against my clit. I’m so wet I leave the pole shimmering. I kneel down and lick the same spot. Money falls all around me while everyone begs me to keep going.
I lie on my back and slip my hand into my panties, finding myself absolutely soaked. I rub my clit a little more before bringing my fingers toward my mouth for a taste, but a woman stops me. She grabs my hand and licks my fingers clean instead. Then she stuffs more money into my bra and gently rubs my nipple before sitting back down.
At this point, I’m desperate for release. The song is almost over, so I keep dancing, shaking my ass, feeling the friction against my clit with every movement. It’s almost the end. I rub my pussy against the pole one last time before I have to leave, sliding up and down, ass moving with it, until I finally let go.
I convulse right there in front of everyone, money still flying through the air while I drip down my leg. Then I collect my money and walk off the stage.