Salty Vixen’s Fishnet Lapdance – Porn Coupled Story –

I never even understood his name. I still need another $50 to rent the rent in October, and I start to feel that old despair as I scan the room and look at the potential lap dance candidates. I turned to the back of the room and planned to leave the private locker room when I was about to touch my shoulder.

“Will you dance for me?” he asked.

I took the money from him and took him to a chair in the darkest part of the room near the entrance to the locker room. Before he sat down, he whispered in my ear: “If you were to accommodate my only request, I would be happy to pay…I prefer high heels and fishnet stockings…will you be addicted to me? I’ll be waiting for you here.”

I quickly quit, flipping through a bag of accessories in the narrow dressing area. I removed the nude socks and thongs and used a pair of black fishnet stockings (types with oversized webbing), a simple black garter that secured them in place, and my favorite black patent leather stilettos. I came back and found him sitting where I left him.

He didn’t say anything as I approached…just turn me around and pull me to his knees, his hand immediately moved to my thighs, and he began to pierce the skin through the opening of the fishing net.

“Touching our customers in this way is not allowed, but it’s dark here and I can tell you have a special interest in these stockings, so I’ll allow it… for an extra fee.” I whispered in his ear as I twisted to him. He stuffed another bill into my bra.

I continued dancing on his legs because we were not allowed to stop dancing under any circumstances. I was not wearing any panties and he felt the hot bulge of his cock through his pants as I whirled around him. He moved the back of the skirt to the top so that he could press my exposed ass cheeks against the front of his pants and reached for the zipper.

“Customers are not allowed to remove cocks from clothes, but as long as I put the skirt in front and keep dancing, I will allow…extra fees.”

As I continued to move my legs and hips, my hips moved back and forth…Once he got rid of the range of boxers and pants flying, I reached behind and started stroking him. He stuffed another bill into my bra. I shook my hair forward to give him a chance to rub his cock along the gentle curve of my butt cheeks, and then clamped his pole between them. I was pretty sure he could feel the wetting that was created outside my pussy entrance.

“Customers are not allowed to fuck their dancers with huge hard cocks…but as long as I keep dancing on your legs, you promise to let me cum…I will allow it…extra fee.”

He fumbled through a bill quickly and then slid another bill into me, feeling his cock in his hand as I leaned forward again to shake it on his face. When I put my body back on his legs, he didn’t try to guide himself into my swollen wet cat. I continued to sway and shake my hips. I moved the weight from one leg to the other, causing him to push towards me again and again. My legs were cut in front of me…my arms clamped his thighs tightly…I abandoned myself.

Club music slammed my ears when the club music hit the cock in my unt. I quickly found myself having a hard time dancing, and as the pleasure spasms shot my spine, I started cum and I let myself lean my chest. My ears were close to his mouth, and I could hear him grunt. I could feel his own contraction towards me and the twitching of his cock as he emptied himself on me. He said the only other thing to me then.

“That’s the best lap dance I’ve ever had,” he said only. I put myself on his lap until he could drive himself away. He stood up immediately when he was ready, turned around and said goodbye. But when I turned around, he left. po! I was almost offended until I reached over and pulled out my wrinkled bill. Well…I can pay the rest of the rent and smile on my face and end my night at night.