Hottest Stripper EVER !!!
jerikson40
New York
Monday, September 24, 2012 9:29 PM
Ooo, I'm so excited !!! I think this is the first discussion I've ever started here. I'm all nervous and stuff. I hope I don't mess it up...
Okay, so I had an idea for a thread, and it's where everyone has to describe, in detail, the absolute, #1, hottest dancer you have ever experienced in your entire life. And the challenge is to make the description so good that we really understand why you thought she was hot.
Okay, me first...
First of all, I like nasty girls. Some guys like sweet young things, all innocent and stuff. Not me. Others like the perfect, Miss America girls. Or maybe the cute and pretty girl next door. Not me.
I like ‘em nasty. I like ‘em toned and tanned, with huge tits, big hair, tiny waists, big tight butts, and long toned legs. More of a Pam Anderson type. And I tend to prefer Black and Asian girls, although a real hot, nasty, white or Latina girl will work fine. Although women of color tend to be more exotic and exude nastiness more than others, IMO.
Anyway, back in the mid '90s (not sure what year exactly), I visited Tampa for the first time. Solely to visit the strip clubs. Crazy, huh? Coming all the way from LA to Tampa just to go to the strip clubs I'd read so much about. I was after hot girls and super high mileage. And, of course, one of my primary destinations was Mons Venus.
So, one day, around lunchtime I head over to Mons. This could have been my first ever trip to Mons, or more likely the second. And since my whole goal for the trip was high mileage with hot girls, I wore my commando perv shorts, and I was ready for action. I arrived just after they opened, expecting that there would be few if any decent chicks that early in the day.
I walk in the club, and as expected it was dead. Don't recall any other customers, maybe there were a few, and only a few dancers. I stroll around the club for a while, figuring out the layout, waiting for someone decent to show up so I could get some laps.
Maybe after a half hour of waiting around, and getting kind of disappointed, and considering bailing and trying another club I'd heard about, I'm standing by the dressing room. I turn my head to the left and notice there's a bleached blonde standing next to me. Holy shit. I was startled, and then amazed. She turns and smiles at me, and my jaw drops. I suddenly realize that it's a black girl with deep bronze skin. And she's wearing a bleached blonde wig, super straight all the way down to the middle of her back. And she has absolutely huge round tits that are what I call “healthyâ€, sitting high on her chest. And they are almost busting out of her short, white, cutoff wifebeater t-shirt, which is cut just below her areolas. Big hard hipples making a tent in the shirt. This chick was a hardbody in every sense. Tight and toned, but with a black girl's body: curvy, big apple-bottom booty, incredibly tiny waist, and long, muscular legs. She had a tiny slingshot thong bikini, and white stiletto fuck-me pumps.
I'm sure she saw my jaw drop, and heard my heart stop beating. I was mesmerized. She's the kind of girl who can just look at you and you cum in your pants. Well, me at least. Dayshift, nearly empty club, and I'm standing next to my version of a 12. This chick was just oozing hot, nasty, and sexy. Big eyelashes, big pink lips and shiny lipstick, and a barbie-doll body.
She asks if I want a lap dance, and it's all I can do to nod frantically. We go over to one of the bench seats (?), and she starts a slow, sexy groove. As I recall, at least at the time, some of the bench seats along the wall were slightly elevated so that your crotch is about at the same level as the dancer, or slightly higher, so she didn't have to bend over to grind on your crotch. Though maybe my memory is off on that. Anyway, being new to Mons at the time, I wasn't sure of the rules, so I start out a little tentative. I slowly start to move my hands to her waist, and she just keeps slowly grooving to the music in front of me. Then she turns with her back to me, and backs that tight butt up to my crotch. And I tentatively slide my hands up along her tiny waist to her tits. She then backs up even more so that her butt is pushing against my crotch and does a slow grind on me. As I recall, at the time it was pretty much one-way contact at Mons, where you could put your hands all over the dancer, but they wouldn't grab your dick or anything. So I get kinda bold and slide my hands over her massive globes and start massaging. She's fine with that, and is tossing her hair in my face while she grooves on my crotch. By this time I'm sportin' a big boner in my shorts, and she reaches behind to adjust it so it's riding right between her butt cheeks. I slide down in my seat a little to get closer to her grinding butt.
And suddenly I realize that I'm getting a lap dance from perhaps the hottest stripper I've even encountered, and I freakin' lose control. Suddenly I'm shootin' a big load in my shorts, and this nasty fantasy girl is still just groovin' up against me, while my hands are strapped on her huge boobs.
Damn. The first song hadn't even finished, and I totally lost it. So she seems totally cool that I splooged my pants (I'm sure it happened to her a lot), so I pay her and probably give her some exhorbitant tip, and she's off.
I recall her name was something like Angel, maybe Angel Love or something like that. Well, after that experience, the next day I was hoping to re-enact it, so I show up same place, same time, but no luck. Angel's not there. Later on, after I get home, I do a little research on the internet and find out she's also done spreads for men's magazines, under the same name. Needless to say I download every photo I can find and use it for my own perverted purposes.
Anyway, since that day I think that either consciously or subconsciously I've been looking for Angel in every club I go to. Which is why I tend to go to black clubs. I'm always looking for Angel.
Okay, now you guys....
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