sex in the champagne room

My groom nite come with awesome surprises.I followed my friends blindly.The trail lend us in to a strip club.Iam told this where I needed to be to harden my `soft’ me through out marriage challeges.
At the entrance, there was this busty scabtily clad chick kinda an ex-stripper who was too old to strip any more and seemed to never want to leave this `industry’. We paid 1000 thousand shillings each and got in. We sat strategically around the stage .Our eyes wide open-too keen to miss a move.After the stage show we settled down for drinks,then a stripper got off stage straight to our table.She twisted her small butt leaking her fingers seductively.`Want a lap dance?’ She directed the question to me.I trembled `y-e-e-s ‘ without a much care on the do.Her pierced tongue was a plus.Once a friend told me ,if a girl has a pierced tongue,she’ll probably suck your dick.This boiled my blood !
She pulled me off to a private room which was partitioned to separate us from the rest of the people.She starts her `do’ without wasting time.She rubbed her tits on my face, before settling on my laps.she `rides’ on me in a rhythm which rocked my mind.I felt every inch of my `man’ grow.My panties become so full that I feared a burst out! She was all over me breathing like a fighting bull.my `man’ turned painfully stiff.Who pays handsomely to be hard tortured? Only desperlate fools like me!
The music got louder and her moves become more fierce.I urgently needed relieve-a real touch to `get me off’ .I needed to do something-and first.But what? The rule here is stern strict.She can touch but you can’t touch! Who place a cookie in a kid’s mouth and tell her not to taste? Do they call it champhane room or torture room? The latter could have prepared me better.I was trully suffering .She knew it and loved it.then a prime plan flashed my bursting head –to unzip my `longie’ secretly and strike.I tried but failed.She couldn’t get off me.Her small ass was all over me.Then she brought her pelvis very near my face.I thought since she was in a stricking distance I would have a `taste’. I sticked my tongue hungrily and leaked her generously. She yelled –a happy yell! But this attracted the bouncer who had ignored us all through.He headed straight to my face with a fist.I pushed her and dashed out flying.My friends saw me and followed,shocked and eager to hear it all.I was so shocked to utter a word.I revenged on my car hitting it hard with a darm! Darm! Darm! Curse
My `man’ was so shaken to want anything anymore.I heard it shrink and slept.
I tied the knot the following weekend –more knowledgable and vowed to never try that kind of `hard stuff' again.I would tell you buddies no matter what a stripper do to you,no matter where she touches you, never think of sex in the champhane room! It will only hurt you-better still if you are not cabbage headed like me, never get lured to that room! It all torture!

While Iam still at it-I would lie if I say I wrote this willingly.I checked with a buddy on a topic,idea to write on and he happily texted `sex in the champane room' as I gave my `testimony' I couldnt help asking why you choose on this topic.Have you gone through such? eehh have you?