The Gentlemen's Club Journals Complete Collection (5 page)

Kate hadn’t given many blowjobs.  In fact, maybe two or three times she’s started with her mouth, but she always ended up with Larry on top of her.  Dr. Asshole wasn’t really into them unless a nineteen year old stripper was doing the sucking, but she imagined Elektra on the tape and tried to mimic her hungry, loud sighs and her enthusiastic sucking.  Elektra.  That was bullshit.  From the divorce papers, Kate knew the girl’s name was really Morgan Rees, and sucking cock was probably the only thing the little bitch was good at. 
Fuck her, I’ll do better. 
She moved her tongue around as she bobbed her head hungrily and moved her head from side to side.

“Oh fuck! She’s totally into it!”  The cock was pushing into her mouth as much as the stall wall would allow.

“Is she any good?”  That was one of the other men.

“Oh fuck yeah!”  As if to prove it, the man suddenly gasped and she felt his cock grow large in her mouth.  She kept sucking and was surprised when the man suddenly began shooting semen into her mouth.  She didn’t know what to do, so she swallowed it down and kept sucking, feeling just a bit strange over the whole episode.   Finally, the man said, “Oh, Jesus!”  She felt the dick pulling out of her mouth and saw it disappear back inside the hole.  Kate stayed on her knees panting for a moment.  She wiped her mouth and started to get back up when she saw a new dick push through the hole. 
Oh, fuck.
  She sighed. 
Well, if Morgan Elektra Rees can suck a tiny prick, I can suck two big ones.

The man groaned as she sucked, and as she moved her mouth, she felt a hand on her.  She looked behind her, and a hand was through a hole she hadn’t noticed on the other wall.  
In for a penny, in for a pound, I guess.  Maybe that’s why I didn’t wear any panties. 
She reached back and lifted her dress up to her waist.  The hand clumsily grabbed at her ass and then at her pussy.

She went back to the cock in front of her, sucking on it as she felt fingers pushing into her.  She couldn’t believe how turned on she was, and she sucked eagerly and hungrily.  When she felt the fingers leave her, she moaned and turned around, upset.  She saw that the man had replaced them with his cock, a large one that curved upward.  She reached behind her and guided it in.  She could only get it halfway in and still keep her mouth on the cock in front of her, and she awkwardly worked on both.  Finally, she heard a “Fuck!” and she tasted semen for the second time in her life, the second time in a half hour.  She sucked until the cock disappeared through the hole again and then rammed her ass against the stall behind her, forcing the cock there into her pussy.  She moved furiously until she felt herself coming in great, shocking spasms.  She heard the man behind her moan and then felt him coming as well, deep inside her.

The man pulled out and she pulled herself back up onto the seat, breathing heavily and feeling a curious mixture of shame and excitement.  Finally, the men left and she was alone.  She could still taste the two she had blown, and she reached into her purse for a mint.  She heard the door open again and a male voice said, “I heard there’s a girl in the middle stall.”  Her heart beat fast and she wondered how many men she’d have to get off in order to get out of the restroom, but the door opened again and she heard Maureen’s voice.

“She’s done, Katie—Jesus, what the fuck are you staring at, asshole.  You couldn’t afford to smell my panties.  Are you in here?”

Katie stood up and smoothed her dress down over her legs.  “Right here, Maur.”  She opened the stall and saw two rather ugly and now disappointed men standing and staring at her.

“Get the fuck out of the way!”  Maureen grabbed Kate’s hand and pulled her out of the restroom.  She didn’t stop at their table but kept pulling until they were out of the club.

In the parking lot, she said, “That place is a fucking dump.  If you want to hit another strip club, look one up online first, okay?”

Kate nodded and got in the car.  She grabbed two cigarettes from the glove compartment and lit them up.  She passed one to Maureen once she was seated.  Her friend looked at her.  “Are you okay, girl?”

“I’m fine.”  She decided to keep quiet about what had happened.  “Wanna go get a bite to eat.”

“Yeah, after that place I’m not in the mood to get laid.”  Maureen pulled out of the parking lot.  “Nothing good happens in a place like that.”

Kate took a drag on her cigarette and let the smoke fill her lungs.  “I don’t know.  If that bitch hadn’t been there, it might have been okay.”

Maureen snorted.  “A whore like that is probably blowing customers in the bathroom.  Fuck it.”

They drove in silence for a while.  Finally, Kate lit another cigarette and sighed.  “Yeah.  Fuck it.  Let’s just get back to my place.  I’ll order something for dinner and we can watch a movie.”

Maureen looked at her friend with a look of bewilderment.  Finally, she nodded.  “Okay, Honey.  Anything you want.”

Kate Carousing: First Threesome Sex with a Stripper

Episode Four

The blonde with the pageboy haircut had her perfect little mouth wrapped around the little dick and was gobbling on it with exaggerated slurping, hungry sounds.  Her cherubic face seemed ecstatic as she sucked on the small cock like it was food of the gods.  The girl was on her hands and knees as she sucked, still wearing her stripper outfit with its leather corset, bicep length leather gloves, and high heeled thigh-high leather boots.  Kate had watched this video more than a hundred times, and she knew every slurp, every moan, and every humming groan of ecstasy.  She watched from the head of her king-sized bed, moving her fingers in and out of her pussy as the video played. 

She was getting better at making herself come.  She’d never masturbated before seven and a half months ago.  That didn’t mean she was satisfied.  Quite the opposite, but she’d never thought of sex as something that could give her pleasure.  That had all changed a month or so ago when her best friend Maureen had set her up to fuck a stranger in the back of her car.  Kate closed her eyes and imagined Tony’s cock inside of her as she moved her fingers faster.  A week or so later, a girl at an adult club had licked her between her legs.  It was the first time, and Kate had come so hard, she’d thought she would explode.  She opened her eyes.  In a few minutes, the blonde would ask Mr. Little Dick if he wanted her to finish with her mouth or if he wanted her to fuck him.  Kate moved her fingers faster and imagined another man in the video behind the young stripper, pushing his cock into her as she sucked.

Kate had experienced that a few weeks prior.  At a strip club, she’d hidden in a restroom but ended up sucking and fucking three men through holes in the stalls, glory holes she’d learned they were called.  She moved her fingers faster and faster and finally felt herself coming hard.  Her pussy clenched at her fingers so hard that she stopped moving them and simply lay on the bed, breathing hard.

“Do you want me to finish you off with my mouth or do you want to fuck me, Baby?”  The blonde stripper’s voice was high pitched and girly.  Kate pulled her fingers out, grabbed the remote, and turned off the TV.   She shook her head and sighed.  Finally, she stood and headed to the restroom.  Before she got there though, the phone rang.  It was Friday at about five o’clock.  That meant one thing; it would have to be Maureen, probably calling to see about going out.  She walked naked into the kitchen and lifted the phone from the wall receiver.

“Hi Maur, where do you want to go tonight?”

“It’s not Maureen, Katie!”  She thought she recognized the voice.  “It’s me, Margaret.”  Margaret Johnson—no, she was Martin now, Margaret Martin.  Maureen and Kate had been friends since elementary school.  When they were juniors in high school, Maureen had moved into town and the three had soon become inseparable.  Still, Margaret had always been the third wheel.  For the last twelve years, they’d exchanged Christmas and birthday cards and had talked over the phone every few years.

“Oh, hi there!  How are you doing?” 

“I’m good.  Look, we’re gonna be close to your house and I was wondering if you wanted to get together.”

Margaret lived six states away.  Kate hadn’t seen here since she’d married right out of high school.  “Wow!  That would be great.  When are you flying in?”

“Oh, jeez Kate.  I didn’t mean close like in California, I meant close like we flew in two days ago and we’re just a few miles away.  Can we come by tonight?”  Tonight. 
Jesus. 
Kate looked at the microwave clock.  It was 5:25.  “We’ll bring take out.”

“Um, sure.  That would be nice.”  She made sure Margaret had the right directions and hung up.  She immediately dialed Maureen.

“What’s up, Sunshine?” 

“Maur, I need you to come over.  Right now.”

“Sweetie, I have an actual honest to goodness date.  What’s the emergency?”

Kate sighed.  “No emergency, Maur.  It’s just that Margaret called.  She and her husband are gonna be here in an hour or so, and I didn’t want to see them by myself.”

“No kidding, Maggie’s in town?  Wow.”

“She hated that.”

“What?”  Maureen  seemed genuinely oblivious.

“When you called her that.  She wants everyone to use her full name.”

“Whatever, honey.  I’m sorry but you’re on your own tonight.”  Kate listened and shook her head as though Maureen could see her through the phone lines.  “I’ll check in with you later, though.”  No amount of convincing changed her mind, and Kate gave up.  Evidently, a guy she’d met named Arnie had muscles the size of a mountain and a cock the size of the Eiffel Tower.  She finally hung up and let her go.

She wondered how Margaret looked after all these years.  She was cute in high school, with curly blonde hair with streaks of soft red.  She’d been a cheerleader, and Kate wondered if she’d kept her figure.  She felt stupid, but she couldn’t stop thinking about it as she showered and got ready.  She felt dumb, but she picked out tight slacks and a beautiful peasant dress that she knew showed off her tits. 
Jesus, I’m thirty years old, almost thirty one.
  She couldn’t believe she was competing with a friend, especially a friend she hadn’t seen in all these years.  Still, she put on lipstick and eye shadow and brushed blush on her cheeks until she was satisfied.

At 6:15, a knock came at the door.  She took a deep breath, walked to the door, and opened it.  She recognized Margaret right away.  She still looked perky, with perky breasts, a perky nose, and a perky mouth.  Her curly hair was still just as strawberry blonde and even it looked perky, and when she jumped forward to give Kate a perky hug, Kate looked down and noticed the ass beneath her white and lacy dress was perky, too.  Her husband was good looking, with short brown hair, a slightly crooked nose, and mischievous, boyish eyes.  He smiled when Margaret finally let go and extended his hand, introducing himself as Joey.   He had a bag, and Kate could smell Indian food coming from it. 

It took a while, but by the time they had finished the pickles and were tucking into the
aloo gobi
and the tandoori chicken, it was like high school again, only Margaret wasn’t the third wheel at all, Kate was.  Still, Joey and Margaret were charming, and she enjoyed their company.  When they finished eating, the two guests cleared the table while Kate poured them each a glass of wine.  They each took a glass and walked to the living room.  Kate seated them on the couch, sat on a chair next to it, and they caught each other up.  Margaret looked like she’d cry when Kate told her about her divorce, and Joey was compassionate and kind as well.  Kate wasn’t surprised to learn that Joey was a lawyer specializing in corporate acquisitions.  Margaret had always insisted she’d marry a lawyer.  Margaret remarked that Kate still looked beautiful and sexy and Katie returned the compliment.

“Yeah, maybe, Katie.  Still, you’re just beautiful.  I have to work like a dog to keep my figure.  Oh well, no choice really.”  Margaret sighed.