The stranger takes a seat on the couch, and I turn to look at him. Then, I sway towards his large frame before resting my hands gently on his shoulders. He looks up at me, those blue eyes searching.
“Do you want me to call you Petal?”
I smile and nod.
“Yes, please. If you don’t mind.”
He chuckles.
“Well, you can call me Tim. I wish I were named something like Hunter or Stone, but it’s just Tim, unfortunately.”
I giggle.
“Tim’s a good name!”
He grins in return.
“Tell that to my mom. She picked it for me.”
I laugh, and suddenly the tension in the air is gone. I never thought I’d be enjoying myself in one of these back rooms, but I suppose life always surprises you.
But then he goes serious.
“I want you to know that I’ll never hurt you, Petal. Even though we’re in a strip club, I’ll never degrade you or make you feel less than.”
I drop my head, biting my lip.
“Thank you.”
He nods.
“Now, did you have something to show me?”
A warm buzzing feeling settles in my stomach, and I nod shyly.
“Well actually, I haven’t removed the hundred that you gave me earlier, Daddy. Would you like to do that for me?”
The harsh streaks on his cheeks intensify at the word “Daddy” but he doesn’t comment on the moniker.
“So this whole time, your pussy’s been wet and you’ve had that Benjamin pressed against you?” he drawls lazily.
I blush and nod.
“Yes, Daddy. I need you to remove it for me otherwise it’ll get really sticky.”
He lets out a long exhale, his blue eyes dilating. Then he swats my bottom and turns me around so that I’m facing away from him.
“Bend over, honey. Let me see that sweet ass of yours.”
Giggling a bit, I spread my legs into a vee and do as asked. My big bottom rises in the air, its heart shape bisected by my red silk thong.
“Pluck it out of me,” I whisper over my shoulder. “You know what to do, Daddy.”
Indeed, he does. With big, trembling fingers, he reaches forward, and pulls the thong out of the crack of my ass. The lace stretches away from my pussy, and sure enough, the bill is caught in the material, already totally soaked through. He lets out a low groan.
“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so dirty. You’ve gotten this one all wet, haven’t you? I’m going to have to give you another hundred to make up for it.”
I giggle breathlessly, my breasts swaying.
“Okay, Daddy. But what do I have to do to earn the tip?”
With quick fingers, he hooks the lace of my panties over one big buttock so that it stays in place, and plucks the hundred dollar bill out before setting it on the couch next to him. Then, he pulls out his wallet and removes another Benjamin. But instead of inserting it in my g-string, he rolls it into a small cylinder and winks at me.
“I want to put this in you, sweetheart. Into your pussy, to be exact.”
I gasp, my breasts trembling. Is he serious? But the handsome man nods, eyes going dark.
“Hold yourself open for me, baby. Show me that little hole, and I’ll slide this right in.”
Oh my god, this is so depraved. Men tip girls in a number of ways, but usually the bills go into a girl’s bra or the waistband of their panties. I was already being bad when I tucked it into the crotch of my bikini, but now this man wants to put it inside me, like a dildo?
Tim merely nods, blue eyes flaring.
“Hold yourself open,” he growls again. “Now, sweetheart. I won’t ask twice.”
With a low moan, I give in. My hands reach between my thighs, and I pull my pussy apart, showing him my fleshy interior pink.
“Right here, Daddy,” I whisper. “Put it wherever you like.”
With a guttural growl, Tim takes the cylinder of money between his lips and then leans forward to push the bill into my slit. The paper bends a bit at first because I’m so wet, but then he manages to get the angle right and it slips in.
“Fuck,” he rasps, eyes glued to the nasty sight. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Fucking filthy and absolutely gorgeous.”
But now, I really need it. This session is way beyond anything I’ve ever done and I begin panting and juicing heavily.
“Please give it to me, Daddy,” I beg, undoing my bra so that my big tits drop out. “I need it.”
In a flash, he’s got his cock out and I gasp with shock. The shaft is massive, with the girth of a Coke can and at least as long as my forearm. Can I really take that in me?
But Tim nods, standing so that he towers behind my bent-over form.
“Yes, you can, baby girl. You can do it.”
Then, the handsome man plucks the hundred dollar bill from my pussy, dropping it on the floor, before lining his glans up with my little hole. The anticipation is intense, and I throw my head back as he strokes his cock along my folds for a bit, getting himself lubed up.