Anything can happen in a strip club, including prostate phone sex. Even though I rarely take the stage anymore because I’m in charge of the girls, I still take requests for the VIP room. This sweet old guy came into the club to celebrate his 75th birthday. According to the owner of the club Ross first visited the strip club over 30 years ago, when the club opened. And he used to spend a lot of money. Then he got married and stopped coming into the club.
My boss told me he lost his wife last year and he seems lonely. I felt kind of honored that out of all the girls in the club, he picked me for the VIP room. Perhaps because I’m the oldest woman in the club. When we entered the room, I put on some 70s music and started dancing to a Donna Summer song. He seemed to love my music selection. But as I started twerking my ass in his face, he told me I didn’t need to take my clothes off.
Some Men Come into the Club Just to Talk
I get some phone sex calls where men just want to talk. No roleplay. Sometimes not even sexual talk. And I can switch gears easily. So, I grabbed a chair and sat in front of him. And I asked him some questions about his life. Sweet, lonely, old man. I encouraged him to tell me about his wife and his eyes just lit up.
He wanted to brag about her. I could tell that, even though this was his second wife, it appeared to be true love. When he told me he had not enjoyed an orgasm in a decade because of his wife’s illness, I never wanted to suck a cock so badly. But he didn’t want to cheat on her memory. It was all I could do to hold back the tears.
So, I explained prostate milking to him. And that it’s more medical than sexual. Plus, I don’t think anybody would consider prostate milking cheating. I asked him to just think of it as medically necessary to relieve some tension in his body. He clearly needed it. It took some convincing, but I got him to understand that backed up balls cannot be good for a man’s health. So, I lubed my finger up and slipped it into his asshole.
The Best Things in Life are Free
I told him the orgasm will feel more satisfying if I stroke his cock too. And he just laid back and let me. But it didn’t take long. I could feel the tension mounting quickly. I expected a volcanic eruption. And likely he would give me the biggest cum shot of his life. I called that one. His old dick shot off like a fire hydrant. He sprayed my face and my tits with chunky backed up cum.
But I don’t milk every old guy’s prostate. It’s not something I enjoy necessarily. But it is something that feels necessary to many men. And the sweet old guy needed an orgasm more than anybody I’ve met recently. Plus, he seemed so sweet and romantic that I wanted to help him. I almost felt bad when he tipped me $1000. I need money like everybody. But some things in life seem priceless. Like giving a sweet old man, a much-needed prostate milking.
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