When I was in college, one of the ways I earned money was by stripping. It kept me in good shape and the tips were great. There was one guy that was always really generous with me and I liked him a lot. He wasn’t creepy like a lot of the customers were. He and I got to know one another and eventually started dating. He was always very respectful of me and never treated me like some whore or something. I certainly wasn’t, either. I might have stripped for money, yes, but that’s where it ended. Never any turning tricks or anything.
He loved my fit body, I was in good shape from the pole dancing. Our sex life was incredible. He worked out a lot as well, and when you have two fit bodies, the sex can be extra good. The positions you can do are unlimited. He loved to fuck a few times a day and my pussy was never long without a dose of his cum in it. I’d come home still sweaty from a shift at the club and he’d come over soon after and like to fuck. He never asked me to take a shower before fucking, that’s for sure. He loved me sweaty.
He loved the way my pussy smelled after I’d been dancing for hours. He said I smelled like a real woman, he didn’t want a cunt that tasted like soap. He’d go wild in my pussy, licking me up and down, sticking his tongue as far in me as he could get it and then slurp away before fucking the living daylights out of me. I always came so hard when he fucked me. I saw him for a few years, we went our separate ways, but fond memories of the times we had together.
