Besides suckling a nice breast, the thing I enjoy most is oral sex. I guess that I'm just orally inclined by nature since I enjoy both giving and receiving equally.
I've often wondered how many women truly know the amount of power that they have over me when my cock is nestled in the back of their mouth, or down their throat (on the rare occasion that I've met women who can take me all the way down).
It is an incredible feeling, so erotic and relaxing, like the most relaxing massage you've ever had multiplied by a thousand. Just the thought of it brings back a memory of mine. This is a true story of a little encounter I had during a friend's bachelor party.
It was the summer of 1995. I was in my mid-twenties and the last of my old high school buddies was getting married. Tim had been dating Carrie ever since the 8th grade, so we always figured that they would be married early rather than later.
Dick, my best friend, had planned the bachelor party. We decided to start out at a sports bar with about a dozen guys and we played some games, shot some pool, and tossed some darts while drinking beers. The brideβs father even made an appearance. At first we thought he was checking in on us, then he brought in a big tit-shaped cake for us to enjoy.
It was a fun night and people started heading home around midnight. It wasn't long before it was just the four of us, me and my three closest friends from high school. The four of us drained a few more beers while talking and joking, then Dick suggested that we hit a gentlemen's club before we went home.
As it turned out, I was very familiar with the club that they selected. At the time I was an account manager with a major automotive supplier and I entertained clients from out of town about once a month. It happened to be the same club that my clients liked since it had a reputation as having "top shelf" ladies.
Several of the girls knew me from bring in clients and they usually took good care of my clients since I took care of them at the end of the night with a very large tip.
On this particular night two of the regular girls that I knew came over to say "hi." They assumed that I was entertaining my clients since I had three men with me, but I let them know that "nope, tonight is for personal reasons."
The girls sat down with us and we all started to have a nice time. It wasn't long before the girls started asking the guys for a dance. For those of you who havenβt been to a strip bar, when a girl asks you for a dance she is referring to giving you a lap dance in a private area. The cost is usually $20 per song.
In Michigan the dancer can touch you to a very limited degree, but you are not legally allowed to touch them - though most clubs tend to ignore the rules if they know you.
My friends, ever loyal to their wives, fought off their urges and politely but grudgingly turned the girls down. Now, my friends didn't know that I was a regular at the club but they could tell that the girls were familiar with me.
Normally I never got dances when I was entertaining because I put all the focus on my clients. Since tonight was different, the two ladies came over and each one sat on a knee and put their arms around my shoulders so they could talk into my ear. They were close enough for me to hear, but my friends couldn't.
The girl on my left knee was about 5'6" with very large and all natural D-cup breasts. She had long fingernails, dark brown eyes and a gorgeous smile with very full lips. She leaned close to me and whispered into my ear "Will you come upstairs and let the princesses play with you tonight since you are here for personal reasons this time?" I smiled and just said "maybe."