Pontiff Maximus

One of the gifts I have as Pope is the ability to pick up and have sex with strippers. That's right, I fuck strippers. It's not a habit I partake of often but I have a few notches on my bedpost due to strippers.

It's a mixed bag. Is it a gift or a curse? Not sure it's something to brag about but this blog is where I can sometimes reveal things I dare not reveal elsewhere.

So the latest squeeze I met a few weeks ago at one of the local haunts. It seemed a routine night for me. I was going to embark on a marathon of working overtime do I decided to let off a little steam before hand.

So she came and sat with me. I know she's hustling. It's what they do and how they make money. I know that. I harbor no illusions about what's going on. They are they to help create a fantasy and to make money. They aren't there to be a friend, lover, girlfriend or otherwise. They are there to make money. Period.

I must have some kind of charm around me sometimes. This started as a routine sit down, yeah let's go to the private area and get some dances.

It started off slow enough. Most strippers let you touch them, even though it's illegal locally, and even play with their breast and play some grab ass. In turn they may dry hump my hard rod and if she's really good she can make it feel real good. Not to the point of coming but pleasurable none the less.

So we go in the back where they have private rooms. She dances are simple enough. She rubs her ass on my crotch to wake my boy up. One she gets it working she turns around to let me see the front view. Very nice but I can tell they are fake. If not monstrous fake breast can not only look great but feel great too. Modern science has come a long way on fake tits. I reach up to cop a feel but she pushes me a way. I'm thinking this is one of the few who don't like tit touching. Fair enough. I just get a couple more dances and move to another stripper.

Then she slowly unleashed herself on me. It started with the light kiss and then she got wilder. The kisses can longer and harder. We went into full make out mode. We are open mouth kissing and some tongue action is going on. She turns to face me and gives me a mouth full of breasts.

As the night goes on she continues the dry hump dances. By this point my cock is screaming to come out and hard against my slacks. She's rubbing my dick between her ass cheeks. I tell her I need a break from her dancing. We sat a bit. The next go round she's really into it. We continue to making out While she's got her lip open with her tongue darting around in my mouth she's pumping my cock with her hand.

As it progresses, she unzips my pants partial and slides her hands into my pants. She reaches into my boxer jockeys and grips my cock. While she's kissing me she's giving me a great hand job. She's into it big time. She then leaned in for me to take her tits in my mouth and suck them. She starts to moan with fake pleasure? Remember I'm still skeptical.

She then puts her face between my legs and licks the outline of my hard on through my pants. She then put the head in her mouth and sucks on that and gives me a clothed blow job.

She stood up and pulled her thing aside to show me her pussy. At first she I thought she wanted me to take a look. She leaned over and said how wet I was making her. I slipped my finger into her pussy and she was soaked. I masturbated her for a while. Then she sat on my lap facing me letting me rub and suck her tits.

And so it went for a while. She claimed how exciting I was to work for and gave me a few dances on the house.

We exchanged numbers and decided another session is worth it.

Good night,
It's good to be the Pope