Pakistani Dancer in Dubai Ch. 01

I'm Jitesh Shah, a stockbroker from Pune, India. I work with a handful of clients overseas who invest in the stock market through me, and I visit them occasionally to build stronger relationships. It also gives me the chance to travel to different countries.

Since I'm often alone on these business trips, I take the opportunity to go to clubs and bars and indulge in massages whenever I can. I have also explored strip clubs or gentlemen's clubs during my visits to Dubai and Bangkok.

There is something about a strip club that takes my energy to the next level. The dark surroundings are filled with a mixture of smoke and booze, and the sexual energy is driven by the shamelessness of pretty young girls who dance around the pole, do squats, and strip down in a bikini or even go topless, creating a perfect atmosphere to trade their bodies.

I have a kink for such young girls who are willing to trade sexual favours for money without any strings attached, and the strip club environment is the perfect place for it. I just love it all; it makes me go wild and crazy. The sole purpose of strip dancers is to entertain, to entice. They are keen to impress and eager to please the customers. They know the art of teasing and tempting, building desire to a fever pitch before leaving the punters wanting more. The girls here work hard, and they make a fucking killing in tips.

Of course, the club has house rules too. In the lounge, grabbing a boob or slapping an ass in the lounge is strictly not allowed. Girls can touch us, but we can't touch them, and if we do, a bouncer is likely to come through the door any time and throw us out. The only touching we can do to a girl is when we slip a tip to them into their bikini or a G-string.

The girls sit at our table and talk to us as long as we buy them drinks. Usually, the girls have to butter a guy up before they talk him into spending money and taking them into the private booth. Yes, the strippers' main job is to tease the customers, make them horny, and provoke them to pay for private booths, as they make more money in there.

Many strip clubs have private booths, called the Champagne Room. It's a small room with a velvet couch, a low table where you could place your drinks or other items while the dances were being performed, and mirrored walls with heavy curtains that zipped shut. No cameras, no rules? We can take the girls of our choice to private booths to enjoy an intimate time together.

The girls set up the price for everything. Inside the booth, we can touch them pretty much anywhere and enjoy getting an erotic lap dance from them. We can touch their boobs and also suck their tits if they allow it, and the grand finale is getting a blowjob or a hand job from the strippers we like. But of course, there is a limit; we can't touch their pussy or have full sex with them in the booth, as it's not a whorehouse!"

I usually go on my own to various strip clubs, all alone, to enjoy and spend my hard-earned money on such a slutty stripper. After all, what good is money if you can't enjoy yourself with it? But I am very, very picky and choosy when I am looking for a paid service; I keep my eye out for my type of girl. I usually like petite, young-looking girls. They must have flat bellies and a pretty face. With a round ass and slim & tall legs as an added advantage, these things draw my attention. To search for such a type of girl, we need to sit right in the first row, opposite the stage, so taking a VIP pass helps.

My First Experience at a Strip Club.

I still remember my first lap dance experience, which I had at the "Secret Room Club," and that too by a Russian girl. She made it a memorable experience for me, and it's just because of her that I fell in love with the strip clubs and started visiting them. She was an attractive 30-something Russian girl with nice boobs and a wonderful, round ass. She danced to three songs on the stage, and I gave her a few bucks as a tip, seeing her hot performance.

After her set was over, she came and sat beside me and asked if I wanted to take her to the VIP booth, which I instantly agreed. It was my first time. She started dancing for me alone -- no stage, no distance. Close enough that her hair brushed his face when she leaned in. She rolled her hips inches from my lap, and she ground down slowly, deliberately, feeling every thick inch of me. Then she stripped down.

She reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. Let it fall. Full breasts spill free--dark nipples already tight. She took my hands, placed them on her tits, and climbed on my lap, riding my very stiff dick through my pants. She encouraged me to run my hands all over her boobs. She grabbed my hand and moved it to her nipples and just smiled. That night she made me cum twice, once in my jeans and the second time in her mouth. This was much more than I had ever expected from a club, and more than I had ever imagined.

Since then, I have been a regular visitor to this club. And ended up getting several lap dances from a pretty young girl. I have tried a few other clubs like Omini Club, Bling, and Red Square Club, all in Dubai, but I still prefer "Secret Room Club." I know all the ins and outs; I know how their VIP room operates and even the private cabanas, where almost anything goes.

*Day 1 -- Wednesday*

Now that I was at the Taj Dubai Hotel, I decided to go to "Secret Room Club," situated near Burj Khalifa--Downtown, Dubai. It was a premier club known for Lap dances, and it was located just 3 kms away from my hotel. I decided to have a little fun and go down to the strip club and watch a few girls take their clothes off and shake their stuff up on the stage. So on Wednesday evening, after I finished my work, I went to my hotel room, got fresh, and then decided to visit "Secret Room Club."

I planned to hopefully find a girl of my type and spend some time getting an intense, high-contact lap dance from her, which I knew could be possible at this particular club. So I got ready and started walking towards the club. I reached the club by 10 pm.

I paid for the VIP cover charge at the counter and entered the club. As I stepped into the darkness and stood near the door, I let my eyes adjust. Neon lighting permeated the place; the soft blue, red, and pink colours lit it well enough that, after my eyes adjusted to the light, I could actually see quite well. The quality of the sound system was amazing; it was pumping out a pulsing beat that seemed to vibrate the chest.

As I paid for a VIP table, I got a table that was pretty close to the stage. The girls performing on stage often prefer the people sitting in the VIP area because they think they're wealthy and regulars. Or perhaps they think that those in the VIP Lounge can spend more than others. Anyway, I made my way to my table, ordered a glass of whiskey, and started enjoying the music while watching the girls perform their strip dance right in front of me. I also took a look at the right corner where the dance floor was, just to see if I could spot any single girl or an escort looking for some company. But there weren't many girls of my type on the dance floor, maybe because it was a Wednesday night.

As I was scanning the crowd and the dancers on the stage, the waitress came over asking if I had any requests or liked anyone. I asked her about the availability of a private room and lap dances while tipping her. She happily took the tip and told me the price for the private room. I thanked her, and then she left. Several dancers came around my table to ask me if I wanted a dance. They opened their tops, so I could see their tits or feel them with my fingers while depositing tips into them.

Dancing on the main stage was a bleached blonde with big, fake tits and a fairly decent body. She looked to be around 30 years old or so, but she had taken care of herself. She wasn't really my type, but I could tell by the nasty moves she was doing that she was one of those girls who would do whatever it took to make the customer happy. I kept her in the back of my mind as a possibility. Soon, a new set of dancers walked onto the stage.

It didn't take me long to spot a girl I liked. She came out from a side entrance near the DJ booth, who was Asian; probably she was an Indian girl with a great figure. She was thin, with a flat belly and relatively petite, but had nice, long legs and a perfect, round ass. She had an angelic face, a smooth, flat belly, and short blonde hair. The dress fit her like it was made just for her, and she looked stunning in it. She had a classic girl-next-door quality in her; I kept looking at her as she started her erotic dance.

She moved her body like a liquid--slow hip rolls, arched back, fingers trailing down her own body as if she were teasing herself as much as the room. She swayed her hips in a slow, hypnotic circle. Her hands slid up her body, over the curves of her breasts, as she turned slowly, giving the audience a perfect view of her stunning figure. Her hips undulated sensuously as she turned and bent at the waist, giving a view of her toned back and the tantalizing curves of her ass.

Soon, on the next song, her hands slid up her thighs, over her hips, and up her sides, pushing the straps of her dress down. The fabric slipped lower, revealing a marvellous figure with curves at perfect places. She kept stripping her clothes, slowly peeling them off one by one and letting them slide down her body. She danced wearing a bikini pair, the front part of which was transparent across about half of the triangular-shaped portion that covered her vagina. Then she'd turn around to show her perfect curvy ass to the audience. She bent over, with her panties up her ass crack erotically.

A couple of minutes of that, and she unsnapped her bra and started tease-flashing the audience. She had fairly big tits, not saggy at all, and had glittery pasties covering her nipples. She would tease, covering them up with her bra and then showing them again. She went to the pole and swung around it. She wrapped one leg around it and spun some more. She backed up to the pole, spread her legs, and twerked her ass against it.

Finally, she threw her bra on the floor and started pushing her tits around with her hands and rubbing her pussy from the front and acting like she was going to remove her panties, but she never did. She never removed her panties completely, but she teased them down in the front a bit.

Usually, dancers kept their knickers on, wearing a thong or g-string. Some even wore nipple tassels or nipple stickers as well, not wanting to display everything.

I called the waitress over and asked her about the girl dancing on the stage. The waitress smiled and told me that the dancer's stage name is "Afsaana," and she is new to the strip club and has been here just a few months. The waitress also told me that Afsaana is a popular girl due to her youthful looks, as she is just 18 or 19 years old. Her good looks made her popular with the guys, and she loved the attention. She isn't shy about flaunting her figure, either. I tipped the waitress again. As she left my table, she leaned towards my ear and whispered: "Afsaana gives fantastic private lap dances to those men who tip her well."

I liked the dancer Afsaana very much, so I walked up to her to flash a few-dollar tip. She came to the edge of the stage and pressed her small breasts against my face and ran her hands over my shoulders and chest and through my hair. Then she sat back on the edge of the stage, spreading her legs wide, and slyly pulled her bikini top to the side, giving me a flash of her tits. She did all this while giving me a million-dollar smile. I tucked another dollar in her bikini top. Based on my past experiences, I could sense that I was likely to get a high-quality lap dance from this girl.

I tucked a few more dollars inside her bikini bra, and I whispered in her ear that I wanted her to come and dance for me in private after she finished on the stage, and I pointed to where I would be sitting. The music near the stage was quite loud, but she nodded positively and said she would find me when she was offstage, and then she planted a wet kiss on my cheek. I turned to make my way back to my seat.

I sat back down, with a hard-on, watching her dance on the stage, having my drink, and waiting for her to come with me to a private booth. I watched her erotic dancing performance with renewed interest. She was sitting down on the dance floor with her knees spread wide, giving everyone a good look at her love tunnel. I looked at all of her this time, from her face down to her feet; for such a simple-looking girl, I thought she had a very hot body and I was enjoying looking at her.

At one point, she lifted her right leg up as high as the top of her head. My cock stiffened as I started to imagine her dancing for me, grinding her pussy on me in a private room. I watched her move from stage to stage. The crowd continued cheering her with whistles and asking for more while she blew kisses to the crowd and went back to the pole and did some more spinning moves. And finally, after about fifteen or twenty minutes, she was done. She collected the money that was thrown at her and put it in her purse.

I saw her step down off the stage, coming into the audience. I watched her every move. I watched her as she stopped for a moment at each table, smiling and talking a bit with each person, then moving on from table to table. Some people put the tips in her bra, while others tucked the tips into her panties' waistband, trying to fondle her breast or squeeze her ass. When she approached me, I stood, pulled a chair out for her to sit, and I appreciated her dance and then requested a private show from her in the booth backstage.

"Absolutely, but you'll need to give me a moment to freshen up first. I'll return shortly, and we can discuss it then." She said this with a naughty smile, looking into my eyes. Her voice was sultry and soft as butter. I felt my cock twitch just listening to her. After that, she disappeared, telling me to wait for her.

I finished the entire glass of whiskey, waiting to meet the lady whom I wanted to take to a private booth tonight. My cock, which had gradually softened while waiting for her to join me, was once again standing at attention as I saw her coming towards me. She was wearing a very short skirt of pale green color, and above it she wore a little white sleeveless jacket. The jacket was short enough to leave her tummy bare and display her wonderful navel. She walked towards me wearing high-heeled gold sandals and sat next to me

"Hi, my name is Afsaana."

"Good evening," I said formally as she came up to me.

"Oh ... good evening," she replied.

"I am Jitesh," I said.

"Is this your first time here?" she asked.

"Nope, I come here often; in fact, I am a VIP customer of the club," I answered.

From her accent, I understood she was a Muslim girl. She smelled fresh, with a hint of some fragrance, perhaps a body lotion. Her skin was pale and smooth and lightly flecked with glitter. She was wearing the same bikini Bra under her jacket that she wore earlier while dancing on the stage. She had put on lip gloss, and she was lightly stroking my arm while we chit-chatted.

My cock was rock hard, and I began to feel an overwhelming lust for this young girl. I couldn't wait to take the lap dance from her, so I started caressing her bare thigh while speaking with her. She spoke good Hindi and a bit of English; hence, communication was not a problem for us. She really seemed to be new to the club and didn't push or hurry to take me to the private booth.

"I want to get a lap dance, but can I buy you a drink first?" I asked.

She agreed, and I ordered a whiskey for both of us, and we kept watching the dance performance on the stage and the dance floor, enjoying our drinks and chatting with each other. About that time, the waitress whom I had tipped generously before came up to Afsaana and whispered something in her ear, smilingly looking at me. Afsaana turned back to me as the waitress left and, with a mischievous smile, said, "WE COULD GO BACK TO THE SPECIAL ROOM, AND I COULD GIVE YOU A SPECIAL PRIVATE LAP DANCE."

While saying this, she placed her hand on my rock-hard cock over my jeans and pressed her breasts against my shoulders, making it clear that she was comfortable and I was welcome to suck and play with them. She leaned forward and said, "YOU CAN ALSO TOUCH AND SUCK MY BOOBS FOR AN EXTRA PRICE."

We discussed the charges. The price was higher, but I imagined that the service would be better. My dick had been hard all evening, wanting relief, and now it was begging for relief, so I instantly agreed to her without any bargaining.

(As I've mentioned, I fucking love strip clubs, and I love paying money to young girls for access to their bodies. There is nothing quite like the anticipation of a young, hot, almost naked girl walking towards you, knowing that she is making her way to you with the full intention of grinding her pussy on you and rubbing her tight body all over you, for money.)

She smiled at me, took my hand, and confidently led the way. She led me across the club. Her little black dress rose up as she walked, giving me a view of her bikini thong-clad ass. The private booth area was in the basement of the club. Guarding the area was a sizable bouncer; I paid him the charge for 30 minutes, and then he let us through. I also ordered drinks in the booth by paying for them at the guards' counter.

Afsaana led me past a few booths to a small corner room. The "VIP Booth" was a small, closet-like space with a red light in the ceiling. The room was dark, but not too dark, and I could very easily make out everything I needed to see. There was a leather couch and a small table in the corner with a dim lamp and a timer for the dancers kept on it.

"THE RULES HERE ARE SIMPLE. FEEL FREE TO TOUCH ME, MY BOOBS, BUT NOT MY PUSSY." Afsaana said while gesturing for me to sit down.

Meanwhile, the waitresses walked in with a smile and kept our glasses on the table. Afsaana and the waitress shared a smile before the waitress left. Then Afsaana pulled the curtains to close them for privacy and asked me to remove my jeans. I removed my jeans instantly and moved towards her.

"Let me help you," I said and slid the little jacket from her shoulders. The jacket fell down her arms and off. I dropped it carefully on the couch behind me, while she unzipped her skirt. She wriggled her hips and let the skirt fall. She stepped out of the little circle of skirt and pushed the skirt into the corner of the booth with her legs. Now she was standing in front of me wearing just her bikini bra and V-shaped panties.

She looked up at me flirtatiously and, smilingly, pushed me onto the couch. I stretched out on my back, my legs apart, and grabbed a cushion to put behind my head as I sat on the couch in just my boxers and T-shirt. Then I sipped a fresh drink of my strong whiskey-and-coke; the waitress brought us and hopped up to the glass on the table after taking a big gulp from it. Afsaana moved towards me, lightly tickled my cock over my boxers; by that time my cock was standing 90 degrees, pointing towards her.

Then, on the next song, she started dancing to the music in front of me, trying to be sexy. And slowly removed her bikini bra. Exposing her sexy, soft, firm boobs to me, providing me a perfect view of what I wanted to see and experience. God, they were gorgeous. Dancing erotically for me, just wearing her panties, she was giving me a fantastic show. Her pussy lips could be seen through her sheer panties. She was also well aware that I had a direct view of every aspect of my body, even her pussy as it was at eye level for me, just a few inches away.

Her breasts had red nipples, and she rubbed her breasts with her hands while moving her body in a sexual and seductive manner while dancing to the music. She slowly moved her legs between my thighs and played with my cock with her feet. Then she turned around with her back to me and started grinding her ass back and forth across my lap.

She did a little bump and grind on my lap, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Then, she placed her long legs on either side of my hips and stood in front of me, overlapping me, so that her pussy was right in front of my face. She was extremely good, moving smoothly up and down on my cock. I could feel my pressure building up in my balls as she gave me a lap dance.

As the music changed, she swung round and knelt over my face, pressing her boobs on my face. I leaned forward and slowly took her left breast into my mouth. My tongue pleasured her soft and firm boobs for a few seconds. Then she sat on my cock, facing me, and started moving her hips front and back. My cock was hard as a rock. She pushed against my hard-on and then reached behind her to feel it.

I could feel the blood start to rush to my stiffening cock. Her hands wandered from my chest, down my arms, and to my hands. She took them and firmly placed them on her tits. I cupped her tits and simultaneously rubbed over her erect nipples with my thumb while she sat on my lap, facing me, moving her body on my cock.

I kissed her on the lips, but she hesitated. I pressed her breasts hard and kissed her neck and then moved up to her face. I tried to kiss her on her lips again, and this time she didn't object. We began passionate, deep French kissing as she rhythmically began grinding her pussy covered with her soft bikini panties against my pulsating cock.

With my index fingers and thumbs, I pinched and teased her nipples, giving each breast a good squeeze. Afsaana once again placed her hands on mine and squeezed, showing me how she liked to have her tits played with. She developed a rhythmic motion with her grind and squeezing. My cock could barely move with her sitting on top of me. She started to moan. I could not tell if it was part of the act or genuine, but I did not care.

I then moved my hands and placed them on her waist. Suddenly, she reached out and pulled me up by my shoulders. She buried my face between her breasts and started moving her chest, smacking the soft flesh against my face and lips. I could feel her hands pressing her tits together, squeezing me in between.

She slowly angled her upper body so that her right nipple was barely an inch from my lips. She leaned in, allowing her nipple to graze across my upper lip. It slowly lapped around my lower lip, then crossed between both of my lips. Finally, I took it in my mouth and started sucking her nipple like a hungry baby.

She moved perfectly on my cock, up and down; the pressure was perfect. My hands were firmly gripping her ass, with the pressure increasing and decreasing in pattern with the intensity of her thrusts. It was an intense sensation for me; I spanked her ass a few times in between, and she moaned in pleasure. I was enjoying the moans she gave as I slapped her on the ass. I then tried to put my hand inside her panties. My fingers were almost inside her waistband, but she leaned back and removed my hand from her panties.

"It's against the club rules; the guys are not allowed to touch girls over there," Afsaana said.

"I thought you were ready to have fun and needed some care." I smiled and replied,

"Why don't you let me take care of the fun? Don't worry, baby, I'll take good care of you," she said,

"Can't we take care of each other? I will tip you extra if you allow me to touch you wherever I want," I said in a soft yet demanding voice.

"Looks like you're ready to have a party in your pants," Afsaana whispered, and her grinding got heavier and heavier.

"If you keep doing what you're doing, that party will be one hell of a mess," I responded.

By this point, my cock was fully erect and pinned between my boxers and her. It was an intense feeling. I looked into her eyes, pressed her boobs hard, and told her, "I am cumming."

When I told her I was going to cum, she started to move her body on my cock faster than before. She started kissing me and swirling her tongue all over mine. I spread my legs apart, held her by her waist, and made her move it faster. The mounting intensity only grew as both of us started breathing more loudly and kissing more aggressively.

She began to grind on my thigh with more aggression than ever and was riding into my hip as if an invisible cock had sprung out of it. Her thrusts were quicker and more forceful as she bucked back and forth and began moaning louder than ever. Her hands dug deeper into the back of my head, and my back and her leg muscles tensed. I could feel the hot air from her nostrils and the intensity of her breathing. Soon my lava popped out in my boxers; I moaned in amazement and hugged her body against mine tightly. Even her whole body tensed up like never before as she put one ultimate thrust against my hip bone and held her pussy against it for a few seconds before letting out one final groan.

Her face was buried between my neck and shoulders. I felt a warm, wet spot on my thigh. Maybe she got her climax, too. Her body was almost collapsed on me, and she was motionless for a couple of seconds, panting heavily. She laid her body forward, and down on top of me. Eventually, she slowly lifted her head and looked at me with a satisfied glaze in her eyes. I had cummed in my boxers, and it was all wet. I think even she might have felt the wetness and pushed me behind and got down from my lap. She smiled mischievously, and we both chuckled at what had just happened.

"Well, looks like you had a good time," I said, looking at the wet spot on her panties.

"I normally don't get that carried away here in the booth," she said smilingly. "But I loved it."

"Well, I can do a lot more with my fingers, tongue, and, of course, my cock--if you'll let me," I said mischievously.

"No way," She replied

"Are you sure you wouldn't like to take this inside?"

"YE ALLAH, IT'S TOO BIG AND THICK. IT CAN'T EVEN FIT IN MY MOUTH," she said, shocked.

Then, seeing my semi-erect dick, smilingly she handed me the tissues kept on the side table. She took a few tissues in her hand and cleaned her thighs while I was cleaning my cum in my boxers. Suddenly, she bent on her knees and, taking more tissues in her hand, pulled down my boxers and started cleaning the mess. I looked at her as she cleaned me up. She explored my penis with her eyes and hands. She played with the foreskin of my cock.

"MASHA'ALLAH, YOUR COCK IS UNCUT WITH A FORESKIN, AND IT'S SO FAT," she said, gripping my semi-erect dick in her hand with a lustful glint in her eye.

"Go ahead and suck it," I said.

"I would love to taste it, but time is running out. Will you be able to cum soon?" She said, watching the clock.

"Don't worry, let's extend the time by another 30 minutes, I said, and got up from my place.

I pulled my wallet from my jeans, pulled a bundle of cash out of the pocket, and handed it to her for extending the time, and also added a little extra as a tip for her. She smiled at the money, wrapped a towel around herself, and stepped out of the booth. A few minutes later, she returned back to the booth, adjusted the curtains, then went near the timer to set it up and then happily walked towards me, dropping her towel on the floor.

She stood between my legs and knelt between them. She took my cock in her hand and squeezed my cock from the base to the tip. She ran her tongue over the tip, licking the cum. Her tongue danced around my cock, swirling and flicking along its length. Again, I felt her tongue teasing the tip of my cock, milking precum out of my cock. Her lips wrapped around the head of my cock with great suction. Her spit was the perfect lube. Her tongue continued to tease my cock in her lovely mouth.

She slowly bobbed up and down, not taking too much of my cock in her mouth. Her hand grasped my throbbing cock and began to slowly stroke it; she cupped my balls, gently squeezing them while applying pressure with her tongue on my cock. It felt like the tightest vagina that you could imagine when she applied pressure on my cock with her tongue. It felt incredible. Her motions got faster and faster while my cock started to throb harder and harder.

"Ahh, God, That's amazing," I groaned.

She pulled my dick out of her mouth, saying, "EVEN I AM ENJOYING THIS, SO DON'T YOU CUM TOO SOON."

She moved her head behind and slipped my cock between her breasts, dribbling spit into her cleavage; she bounced her boobs up and down on my cock. She squeezed her boobs together to make it tighter while my cock was being pressed between them. It felt exquisite as she squeezed her boobs around my cock. She shook her breasts for a while.

I had gotten blow jobs before, but nothing came remotely close to what she was doing to me. I wanted to titty fuck her until my cock burst, but she pulled away.

She slowly slid up towards my face, licking my chest and nipples with her tongue. Then stuck one of her hard nipples right into my mouth. I could feel how excited she was. I started nibbling and sucking on her hard, round nipple, and I placed my hand on her thigh, but this time she didn't pull back my hand; instead, she spread her legs a little wider.

I couldn't believe she was letting this happen. Maybe it was the extra tip I gave her, or maybe she was tempted too and liked my touches, which is why she started cooperating with me. I became a little braver. I ran my hand between her legs and ran my fingers on her wet pussy lips. I was fully aware that it was against the rules, but then it didn't matter; Thankfully, even she didn't stop me, maybe because my touch was driving her wild. In fact, she adjusted herself properly on my lap so that we both got pleasure.

I just could not believe this was happening. She leaned in to kiss my neck while I slid her panties covering her pussy area to one side and inserted my finger inside her pussy lips without any warning. She slid her tongue into my mouth and gently explored it. She sucked on my tongue until I couldn't stand it, and I grabbed her head with my other hand and sucked her tongue like it was a nipple, gently bringing it in and out of my mouth, twirling the tip of it and enjoying the texture and taste. Wanting more of her breasts, I licked my way down to her hard and excited nipples, gently biting them until she moaned.

Not caring if anyone came in or what the rules were, I grabbed this sensuous woman by her voluptuous ass and felt her soft globes. She squirmed around, allowing me access to her pussy. I kept exploring her pussy with my fingers. It was so soft - like velvet! I loved the feel of it - I loved her moaning in my ear. I loved her boobs being squished against mine. I looked at her sweet, shaved, dripping wet pussy while fingering it.

"Ya, Allah, that feels so good, keep going," She pleaded,

Wanting more, I gently inserted another finger inside her pussy, slowly rubbed her hole, pumping my fingers into her pussy, and licking her breasts. I gently rubbed my finger up and down the length of her entire pussy, pumping her hard and fast. I also made gentle circles as she made small mewing sounds. I wanted her to cum. I had to make this young, beautiful woman cum. I was in control.

The music changed. I knew I only had fifteen left to fulfil my goal. I was going to go crazy; I wanted to push her back on the sofa, spread her legs, and run my tongue softly between her pussy lips. I wanted to stick my dick deep inside and fuck her. But I also knew that right now, that was impossible.

All at once she grabbed my shoulders and leaned in, whispering in my ear that she was coming, and she didn't want to scream. I pushed my fingers deep inside of her vagina, pumping her hard and fast while she bit my neck, trying not to yell. She lost all control at the same moment and rewarded me with a flood of the lighter juice. She cummed so hard that my hand was soaking wet. Her muscles clenched my fingers. Her whole body was shaking. I held her close in my arms, allowing her to enjoy the long, hard, sweet relief of orgasm.

She sat on my lap for a while, still breathing heavily. After two or three minutes, she looked at me with a smile and got up. She handed me a few tissues, then began cleaning herself.

"Ghufranaka (Sorry), I lost control over myself," she said.

"Of course not. In fact, it was my pleasure to help you feel satisfied." I said.

"That was wonderful. I haven't been finger fucked that good ever before." She said.

"I hope you had a great time," I asked back.

"Yeah, I had great pleasure, and now it's your turn," she said with a smile, looking at the clock.

And before I could reply to her, she hurriedly knelt between my legs, adjusting the waistband of her V-shaped panties. She then started to rub my thighs, getting closer and closer to my cock. I could feel her doing exciting things to my balls with her long pointed nails. Her head moved in, and I could feel her breath on my cock. Her tongue from the bottom of my cock slowly rose, causing my spine to tingle and toes to curl.

"You are a good cocksucker," I said.

"I am an expert when it comes to giving head." She said,

Her boldness and honesty were too much to take. She once again took my cock in her magical mouth, this time deep-throating, taking nearly all of my cock in her mouth. She kept a good pace, slurping up and down, giving me a sloppy blow job. Afsaana was such a talented cock sucker.

She maintained such great suction, and my cock started to throb once again. I placed my hand on the top of her head. I just set it there, letting it go up and down as her head bobbed on my cock as I was seconds away from cumming for the second time, and my body tensed up trying to hold it in. She firmly gripped my cock and vigorously stroked it. I bit my lower lip as I was ready to burst.

"I am cumming," I told her while moaning, but she continued to suck me hard without stopping.

I couldn't hold back and ejaculated right in her mouth, a thick batch of cum covering her mouth. Afsaana gagged slightly but did not get up and continued to stroke me without losing any pace. Seconds later, a second batch emerged, hitting her throat, and she gulped it all without stopping. She sucked me dry, then, with tissue paper, cleaned her mouth.

"Ya Allah, you cum a lot," she said, chuckling.

"There's more in the balls," I said with a playful grin

"Ya Allah, that's it! How much stamina do you have? The time is already up," Afsaana said, patting my cock.

She stood up and grabbed a towel to clean us both up. She wiped me clean, and I pulled up my boxers and then Jeans. Then Afsaana cleaned herself. While getting dressed, she mentioned to me that "Your Cock Is Too Fat And It Will Be Fun To Take It In My Pussy."

"I am ready to drill it in your pussy anytime," I said. Giving her a quick hug and a small kiss on the cheeks, I tipped her some extras again. Taking the money, she asked me not to forget to meet her the next time I visit the club, asked me to come back soon to see her again if possible, and gave me one last kiss on my lips. Then we both left the booth; she showed me the way out while she returned to the dressing room.

Being in a club's booth with a strip dancer for an hour turned out to be way more awesome than I'd ever expected. As I headed back to my hotel, my mind kept wandering to how incredible it'd be if I could ever get to fuck her. Fantasizing about having wild encounters with Afsaana and thinking about what could happen between us if we could spend a night together, I finally reached my hotel and got to bed around 3 a. m.

Day 2 -- Thursday

I woke up later than usual, as I had an important meeting I hurried and got ready to go to work. For the rest of Thursday, I was engaged in my work, and at night, when I arrived at my hotel room, I felt extremely tired since I had not slept well the night before, as I had a good time with Afsaana in the club. I went down to the hotel restaurant for dinner, headed back upstairs to my room, and grabbed a cigarette to smoke before hitting the hay. As I was smoking, I found myself reminiscing about the good times I'd had with Afsaana, and I ended up falling asleep while thinking about it.