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I thought it was kind of funny: Five-O roll.

wallanon,
By coincidence, about a month ago a dancer introduced me to her visiting BFF, a fellow stripper who now lives in Hawaii. So we're talking about Hawaii, and I mentioned that Hawaii Five-O was my favorite TV show growing up, figuring she wouldn't know what I was talking about. But she immediately came back with, "Book 'em, Danno." I ended up getting a 2-girl dance from them. Hot!

Oh, and the word is that CBS is planning a Hawaii Five-o remake. It will probably suck, though.

http://www.collider.com/2010/01/15/cbs-b…

Read Penthouse forums or watch more porn.

Maxim December 2009 had an interesting story article about Scores in NYC before and after it got busted.

And as always, your mileage may vary.

Here's a story I posted to another forum about some fun I had in a club.
The other forum is a big-boob fetish board, as you can probably tell from reading the story.





I thought this might be an interesting story to some people on the board. I'm not a skilled enough writer to tell it well, though. Before anyone brings it up, yes, everything in this story really happened.





Last year, I was driving home from a job interview. I visited a barber earlier that day and was looking as sharp as I could in an almost-new suit. I felt like I needed some security, so I put $100 in my wallet to use in case anything went wrong. There was no way this was going to help me in my interview, but I thought it could get me out of a jam if I had car trouble on the way there. Well, the interview had been pretty disappointing. I was feeling rather emotionless as I drove home. Now, there's three strip clubs on that stretch of highway east of Kansas City. I decided that since I still had the $100 in my pocket, I would take a visit to one of the clubs. Why was I spending this money when I didn't have a job? I wasn't thinking with my brain, I guess.


Two of the three clubs were closed because it was still mid afternoon. One of them was still open--It was my least favorite of the three. Good enough, though, so I pulled into the parking lot.



It was about 3:15 in the afternoon.

I took a seat inside and observe my surroundings. Pretty dead. The girl on stage was tall and thin. Too skinny for me, with not-much butt and probably A-cup boobs. Two other dancers were conversing with three customers at the table to my left. The bartender (who is also the waitress) brought me a bottle of water and I just sat and watched the stage. I didn't have any 1s to give as tips. Just the $100. The song ended and the dancer on stage puts her clothes on and walks off. The next girl up was talking to the patrons at the other table. I watched her as she gets out of her seat and walks to the stage. She is a thicker and shorter brunette in a black corset. She had a nice big butt which swayed from side to side as she approached the stage.

Then, as she turned around--Whoa! Look how huge her breasts are!

I could tell immediately just from how they overflowed from her corset that they were naturals. They bounced and jiggled with each motion she made. I was fixated watching her--But as I said, I didn't have any $1 bills to give as a tip.Her first song ended and shortly into the next one she removed her corset, which also removed any possible doubt that her chest was not natural. She had one
of those ultra-rare body types like Danni Ashe or Gianna Michaels, with huge, pendulous breasts that are somehow perky instead of saggy. And she had a nice flat stomach, too, which is hard to find among girls with large naturals. As I mentioned before, she had a big, supple backside as well. 'Hourglass figure' doesn't begin to describe it.


It was quite striking to watch her move on the stage in nothing but a tiny thong on stage. The song playing was 'Rock On' by David Essex. The image of her laying back, stretched out with the red stage lights illuminating her curvy body immediately comes to my mind whenever I hear that song now.

The song ended and she put on her corset and walked off stage. She had not gotten a single tip during her performance!
We made eye contact as she moved back among the tables. I just kept staring at her and I guess she got the idea, so our eyes stayed locked until she came over to me. Her eyes were brown...dark and penetrating. I actually felt a bit scared as she walked over to me, like she was angry that I didn't tip her.

"Do you want a lapdance?"

What else *could* I say?



The area of the club where they do lapdances is sectioned off by a door of beads. There were 10 or 12 couches lining the walls of the room. "This one." she said as she motioned to the couch immediately to the right of the entrance. I realized I might have looked pretty out of place in this club. The other patrons were truckers with a 3-day-beard in torn up caps, t shirts and jeans. There I was, fresh shaven and in a nice blue suit and tie.

"I'm not pretentious, I just got back from a job interview." I told I was a computer engineer. "Oh, you're a smart fucker." she told me.



The next song began, and so she started the lapdance. After taking off her corset, she put my legs apart and pressed against me reverse-cowgirl style. Her butt felt nice and smooth as she rocked back and forth against me. Then she reached back and took my hands and put them on her boobs. In this club, the rules are that the dancer can touch the customer, but not the other way around. So this was breaking the rules. However, there was no bouncer on shift and the other patrons could not see us because of the seat she chose. So I was all over it.

Her breasts were soft and warm, and just. so. big.
A distinct memory I have is that I put my hand against her chest underneath one breast and stretched my hand out flat, and there was still excess boob past my fingertips. Her nipples were huge as well. I feel like saying they were about as big as the last joint of my pinky finger to the end, but maybe that's exaggerating. They responded delightfully as I caressed her around her aureolae.

"How did they get so big?" I asked.

"They just kept growing and growing. They've been this way since I was 15."



Then the crazy stuff started to happen.

She turned around and straddled herself against me, with her hands on my knees and chest pushed out forward. This was a fucking spectacular view, looking up from her belly at her magnicifent boobs. This time, I decided I would keep my hands at my side and just watch her as she bounced energetically up and down.
"Do you like watching my big titties bounce?", she asked. About all I could manage to reply was an affirmative "uh huh."

She slowed down and looked me dead in the eye with her lips in a sexy pout, and again I felt a little chill because her eyes were so dark and fiery. She reached up and loosened the tie on my neck and smiled a little--This was the first time I had seen her smile. Then she leaned in close and put her arms around my neck and shoulders and started grinding her crotch against me as hard as she could. It was vigorous enough that the couch was rocking back and forth as she did it. This really startled me because she seemed so distant and cool when she was on stage. I have gotten plenty of lapdances before, but none of them ever humped against me as hard as this. She began moaning in my ear and was grinding against me even harder. "Yeah, oh yeah, uh huh, uh huh." This went on for about 30 seconds and then she stopped suddenly and stood up.


"Feel how wet my pussy is."

I couldn't believe she just said that--Remember what I said about the club rules. After a couple seconds I reached my hand between her legs and touched her through her thong. But that's not what she meant.

"Put your finger in my pussy." She moved her thong aside to reveal a fleshy and supple kitty, neatly trimmed. I pushed my middle finger inside and gently back and forth a couple times. It was hot and moist, and when I withdrew my finger it glistened with girl juice. She smiled again as she sat back on my lap and resumed her bouncing. Realizing that this was far from an average lapdance and that the club rules had been shattered long ago, I cupped one of her boobs in my hand, kissing and teasing it with my tongue.

Then she stopped again and got on her knees in front of me. She took my hand and stretched out my middle two finger and put them in between her breasts.
Quite symbolic, considering where she was positioned. She took the same two fingers and put them in her mouth, all the way down to the knuckle. In this manner she stared up at me with those burning eyes for a few seconds and removed my fingers. She remained on her knees and put her hand on my thigh.

Another pause for about five seconds while she just stared up at me.


"Go ahead, honey."


She smirked a little and unzipped me. Needless to say, words like 'steel' or 'adamantium' pretty much describe my situation. She worked me with her hands a bit and shortly after began using her mammaries. My unit was completely swallowed up by boobs, I couldn't even see it. She pressed her hands against her chest from the side as she slid up and down. I told myself that if this wasn't heaven, I don't know what is.

She stood up and sat in my lap once more, alternating grinding, using her hand and taking me and rubbing the tip between her legs against her thong. Now she was just smiling the whole time. She sat next to me on the couch and kind of laid on me with her right leg on my left while she reached over to rub me. She was kissing me and biting my neck as I had one arm around her holding her and teasing her breasts. She really knew how to use her hand, so I reached my other arm and moved her thong aside and commenced returning the favor.


So there we were, caressing and kissing and pleasing eachother while the other dancers and customers had no idea was what going on behind those beads.




After I finished, neither of us had any idea how many songs had gone by. I just gave her the $100 and told her I would visit the club's ATM and make sure she got what she deserved. When I left, she gave me her phone number and told me to call her sometime.




When I got home, I had completely forgotten about the job interview and pretty much spanked another one out as soon as I shut the door as I daydreamed about that crazy girl.

Thanks for sharing. I could more than match it but some things are best remembered by silence.