Strip Club Firsts

Reading the comments on my earlier post about titty fucking started me to thinking about how I began my Russian adventures. I actually had my very first titty fuck in a strip club. And that started me to thinking about all of the other sexual firsts I have enjoyed in a dimly lit back room. You wouldn't know it from my strip clubbing ways, but I was raised in a fairly strict, religious, conservative family in a community of like families. Sexual repression was the norm. Even when I married my high school sweetheart, we were both virgins. So I was ripe to have my mind blown when I started traveling for work and started to check out the clubbing scene. That first titty fuck was wonderful, as I could never get that from my wife, who was flat. Other than a rare magazine pictorial, hers were the only boobs I had seen when I first ventured through the beaded curtains. And they were definitely the only ones I had seen live. And to be able to touch, fondle, suck, and then fuck the awesome stripper tits was truly a remarkable experience. But that wasn't my only first, far from it. The first time I ever had my cock sucked was in a club. The first time I tasted pussy was in a club. There was no giving or receiving oral in my marriage. The first time I fucked someone other than my wife was in a club. My first black, Latina, Asian, and Indian partners were all in strip clubs. And strip clubs inspired my limited experience withe massage and escort services. Once, in my early clubbing days, I did a series of dances with this blonde who had really nice breasts. We had good chemistry, and I was really enjoying myself. At some point, she leaned back into me, putting her mouth near my ear. She whispered that she wanted to give me a blow job. This turned me on so much that I did not have my first blow job that day. I came in my pants for the first time that day. The first time I enjoyed full service in the private room of a strip club almost scared me straight. The waitress barged in mid-thrust. I didn't know what to do. I was afraid I'd go to jail, get beat up by the bouncer, or worst if all, that my wife would find out somehow. But the dancer just sank all the way down on me, so that my cock was inside her balls deep. She was astride me, looking in my face, as I sat somewhat upright in a chair, slouching just enough to take care of our business. Her dress was half off and hanging down behind in such a way as to, I think, cover what was happening. Either that, or the waitress just didn't care that she had walked in on us fucking. After the waitress put the drinks down and left, the dancer resumed riding me. The best blowjob I have ever had in my life happened simultaneous with another first, the first time a dancer put a finger in my ass. She didn't ask, or I'd have declined. I was already in ecstasy from her hot, wet mouth alternating between engulfing me and teasing me with her tongue. She just reached behind me, and the next thing I knew, I was having the finest prostate exam of my life, greatly intensifying the pleasure I was receiving from her oral ministrations. Of course, not all firsts are good. I remember my first threesome being fairly lame. The gorgeous dancer I really wanted to explore wasn't into any type of extras, least of all, it seems, being with the other dancer, who had been a regular favorite of mine for a while. She had observed my interest in the new dancer, possibly from the drool in the floor between my chair and the stage. So apparently she engineered the threesome to keep me on her hook. But I basically paid double for half service. Not only did the super hot dancer not do anything, but her presence kept the regular dancer from doing anything either. But with all firsts, you learn some lessons. Such was the case the first time I was truly ripped off in a club. I got lap dances from this really gorgeous, exotic looking, dancer from Brazil. She was a solid nine, and aggressive in a nice naughty way. It didn't take her long to up-sell me to the back room. Once we were alone, it became clear pretty quickly that every advancing action I took was going to be met with an additional charge. I didn't know any better, so the little head let her drain my wallet. It was a fee to touch her tits, an additional fee to suck or kiss them, another fee for her to remove her bottoms, even though this was a topless club. Once I saw the promised land, I had to pay to touch it. Then I paid for her to touch me. She did end up getting me off by hand, but if was the most expensive hand job I have ever had. Even though I consider myself to be fairly experienced now, I still get excited about new firsts. They are just fewer and further between now.