Free OTC

This was by far the single most surprising interaction that I've ever had with a stripper. Ever. Nothing else comes even remotely close.

This dancer's OTC approach was so unorthodox that I've already posted a couple of questions about how to handle her. But nothing prepared me for the way the evening transpired.

What she said itc was weird. She said she had very limited sexual experience. She had never met a customer OTC. She had never even given a guy a blow job or received DATY. She is in her early 20s with one kid. But the most bizarre thing she said was that she wouldn't accept money for sex. She was willing to fuck me. Just not for money.

I figured she was just afraid I was a cop so we'd have the $ discussion once she felt completely safe. Wrong. Turns out as best I can tell that everything she said was true. Including the no cost OTC.

So she came to dinner only a few minutes late. She looked great. Clearly she put some effort into getting ready. We had some good discussions and got along well at dinner. She's had an extraordinarily hard life. Abuse, foster homes, totally fucked up family. The kind of life that would lead lots of strippers to drug addiction. But she wouldn't even smoke weed with me. She seemed like a very strong person who hadn't been destroyed despite a childhood of abuse, hardship, and neglect. She's been damaged but is striving to overcome her history.

I told her I had a hotel room nearby and asked if she was still ok with stopping by. She told me she had a taser in her purse in case she had misjudged me. Not the lead in I was hoping for but I assured her I was completely safe. So off we went.

We get to the room. She sits down and says she wants to talk. That's fine with me cause this is the strangest OTC I've ever had. I have no idea what we are going to do, I have no idea if or how I'm going to pay her, and I don't know what she costs.

She starts off asking me questions. She wants to know why I fuck strippers instead of civilian women. I had told her some of my history. I explain that I like sex without all of the associated emotional and time commitment, plus younger women are more sexual than women my age.

She asks how one of my typical dates with a stripper goes. I tell her all about it, including the $. I also tell her briefly about the DS. She says those dancers are prostitutes. She hates prostitution because some women in her family used to be prostitutes and it destroyed them. I don't disagree with her views but do point out that the dancers I seek out don't do OTC often. I tell her I wouldn't have wanted to meet her if I thought that she did this often.

She says she won't accept payment. If I say anything else about paying her she walks. I say ok, I agree, but now I want to ask her some questions. My main question is, if she doesn't want money, why is she in a hotel room to have sex with a 50 yo man. Why isn't she with some hot 21 year old.

She tells me the same things she said itc but in more detail. She says she doesn't like the young guys cause they are immature children. She gets turned on by older guys. As evidence of this she says she is married to a 40 yo man. Ok. Didn't see that one coming. She says that they live separately, haven't had sex in a long time, and are together for now for various reasons that don't matter to the story.

I ask if the husband knows that we are together. She says yes she told him because she wants to be open and honest. Also he won't care because he is fucking another woman. He will see her being with me as an excuse to stay with this other woman. I ask if she has fucked any other guys while married. She says no, and I see no point in challenging that answer. She asks if I would I like to see the texts with her husband. Yes I would. She shows me a text exchange from a couple hours before our dinner. It's with a guy that has her same last name (yes I know her first and last name). She told him that she met a guy, is having a date with him, and expects to have sex with him. His only response is: "well at least somebody is getting to fuck you cause you never give me any."

Back to my question, why me? She says she is attracted to me, that I seem confident and successful, and I make her laugh. Then she tells me to strip for her. This evening could not possibly get any weirder. Now I'm the stripper. I say, ok I'll strip for you, but it's $25 per song if you want me to give you a lap dance. At least she's clearly telling the truth about me making her laugh.

So I strip naked, sit on the bed, and call her over. She comes. I caress her body and slowly remove her clothes. I proceed to kiss her body all over. Then I tell her to get in the bed with me.

She hesitates and says I know you want a blow job (we discussed my oral tendencies itc) but she repeats that she has never given a man a blow job. I ask how is it possible that a married woman has never given a man a blow job. She says she tried on the husband once, but he claimed that she bit him. I asked if she bit him and she said she didn't think so but wasn't sure. My impression is that she used too much teeth. He got pissed, told her that she was awful and was never to do that again.

I tell her that I'm willing to take the risk if she's willing to try again. So I lie down and she goes to work. She stops every 30-60 seconds to ask if she's doing it right. I assure her each time that it's very good. One time that she stops to ask I say it's wonderful and let me show you something. I tell her to lick up and down the shaft, then suck, and alternate licking and sucking. She tries it and says is that right. Hard as it is to believe I think this really is her first blow job. This turns me on even more. I finally have to stop her because I don't think cumming in her mouth would be very nice to her on only her second try.

She lays down and I tell her I want to do the same for her. She says no. I'm not sure why but I think it has to do with some incident in her past. She says you should finger me instead. So while I caress her pussy with my hand I kiss all over her delicious little body. I ask if it's ok to insert a finger. She says yes but just one. I do, and this clearly enhances the experience for her. She closes her eyes, starts moaning softly, and arching her back.

I'm kissing all over her body, and slowly I move down to between her legs. I kiss her pussy for
a few seconds then pull away. I don't want to make her uncomfortable. But she's into it so I kiss some more. Still into it, soon I'm dining on a full course at the Y.

I keep going for a short while but then I've got to fuck her. So I stop, put on a condom, and dive in. After a couple of minutes she literally starts screaming. She catches herself but can't stop so she buries her face in a pillow for a minute while she screams. Then she starts scratching my back with her nails. Turns out she didn't draw blood although I couldn't tell that at the time. She acts just like who she says she is -- a horny young woman who hasn't been fucked in far too long.

She cums a minute later and I'm close behind. It wasn't DS level sex but it was pretty good. Very intense. We lay together for a while.

As we're getting dressed she never mentions money. Doesn't ask me to help with rent or whatever. Doesn't even mention me coming to the club to see her. All she says is that was great and she'd like to do it again. I agree.

Now I'm trying to figure out whether I should text her, and if so what should I say. I don't think she wants a relationship with me beyond fucking. She wouldn't even kiss. Instead, she just wants to fuck. And unless something radical changes, she will only fuck for free.

I never saw this one coming. Free sex is obviously attractive. If the DS had offered that I would've saved several tens of thousands of dollars. But paying money has its benefits too. When I pay a stripper I understand our relationship completely. Free stripper sex, in contrast, seems fraught with uncertainty and questions.

The husband does worry me a little bit. Plus this girl works in the same club as video girl.

Does anyone have any advice for how I should proceed that is not compose of calling me a liar, an idiot, a faggot, or any of their many substantial equivalents that seem to form the intellectual limit to which some are able to achieve? I'd especially appreciate any advice or insights from Diva and our other dancers.