Now that colleges are back in session, this cheap phone sex stripper stays busy. This one college guy comes into the club often. His name is Big Al. He is a trust fund frat boy. Every back-to-school weekend he has a huge party. He caters in yummy food and supplies unlimited drinks to coeds and frat boys. He wanted me to be a stripper for his party. He told me all I had to do was show some skin, flirt, and give an occasional blowjob, or hand job to his fellow college boys. I knew this kind of party would never fly on campus, so I asked him where he was having it. He rented a big field not on school grounds for the festivities. He was offered to pay me a lot. It was easy money, so I took the gig. His parties are legendary. Sort of like raves in a cornfield somewhere on the outskirts of town.
I arrived at the party at the time he told me, but no one was there yet. I was a little nervous that I fucked up some of the info. He just wanted to test the merchandise before the college crowd showed up. I followed him into one of the port-a-potties he rented for the party. He was nervous at first because I am older and a stripper. When he felt my hand unzipping his pants, he relaxed. When his big thick cock popped out of his pants, I knew why he was called Big Al. Honestly, I thought it was because he was a big spender. I put both hands on the base of his cock and stroked it before putting him in my mouth. He had two fingers inside my cunt finger fucking me, while another finger was taping my clit and driving me wild. I put my leg up on the wall so he could finger me better. He loved looking at my hot wet pussy. He pulled his fingers out and we each got to taste my watermelon sugar. I stroked his dick as he finger fucked me. I was about to cum when he stopped so he could fuck me. I was like a sexy milf to him. And he was like a young sugar daddy to me. After that rich frat boy got to experience my pussy, he changed the terms. I was his hired whore for the night. He still paid me what we agreed, but he was the only one getting hand jobs and blowjobs from the hot blonde stripper. Young or old, his money spends the same.
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It takes a cheap phone sex bitch like me to make a good stripper. I got bored of the phones so I thought I’d try out working my tight teen body on the pole. I picked an amateur night at the local club, and watched sluts of all ages and sizes clumsily dance on the stage as men showered them in cold, hard cash. Well, then it was my turn. I climbed up there, and slowly wrapped my tight body around the pole, hooking a leg around it and sliding down into a split that perfectly exposed my bald, naked cunt under my micro skirt. The men went wild, and I had hands on my body before I knew it. I was carried up into the VIP lounge where I could perform with the pros. I shook my little ass all over that night, and made a fuck ton of cash.
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