True strip club experience - part 1/3

The true story felt like a fantasy I would read on this sub. I think about it constantly and will go down as an unbeatable experience.

It was my buddy's bachelor party weekend, and like all bachelor parties for kids in our early 20s we went to a strip club. It was 6 dudes rolling up to what we heard was the best club in town.

We walk in and all the women were absolutely stunning. They each wore what looked like elegant gowns with a clasp on the back of their neck that would make their gown fall to the floor with one flick off the wrist.

We get to our table and they bring our bottle. This was my first strip club experience and I was soaking in the sights when I saw the most beautiful woman walk towards us that I've ever seen. She didn't look like the other strippers who were in their early 20s with tattoos and fake tits. This one was different.

"Hey, I'm Nate." I started kicking myself for such a lame pick up line, but hey, it was a strip club, it's not like I was going to get shot down.

"Hey Nate, sick pick up line. Does that normally work for you?" She looked me up and down with a look that wasn't contempt, but she wasn't like the other dancers that fawn all over you.

I stumble over my words as I take in her full beauty. She seemed to be in her early 30s with a confidence that told me she doesn't care to deal with with people's bs. In her heels, she was only a couple inches shorter than me. Her tits were huge and my eyes were drawn to her cleavage. I couldn't look away.

"How about a dance?" I asked hoping I'd be able to see her huge tits in all their glory.

"I don't do table dances. If you want a dance we'll have to go to a private room," she said with an air of indifference. All the other strippers were cozying up to the other guests, but this woman was different.

"Then show me the way," I said as my heart started racing. She grabbed my hand and led the way without a word.

We got to the private room. It was a small room with a wide plush couch, ambient lighting, and a cozy atmosphere.

"Alright, we're going to wait for the next song to start so let's start by you telling me what you like. My name is Harley, and I want to give you an experience you'll never forget," she told me while taking her place next to me on the couch. She placed her leg over mine and cupped my face in her hands.

The only thing I could think of is my ultimate fantasy that's lived in my head unexplored, ballbusting. I could barely muster up the courage to say it out loud, but couldn't miss my chance. It was now or never.

"I've always wanted to get kicked in the balls."

She paused, staring into my eyes for what felt like an eternity before a smile crept across her face.

"Are you sure you can handle it? I had a young buck like you with that same request last week. He thought he could take it but I spent the whole time in here together rubbing his back while he cried holding his balls." I could tell she was being sincere in asking me if I was sure.

"I'm sure, Harley. It's something I've always wanted."

"Alright, Nate. Remember, you asked for this."

I didn't have time to react before she drew her leg back and sent her knee crashing into my balls.

THUMP

She looked me in the eyes, gauging if i could take more.

Meanwhile the pain was beginning to fully register in my brain. Her knee was still planted in my groin and the pain was intense. However, it was the exact kind of pain that I had fantasized about for all these years.

THUMP THUMP

She kneed my twice more before standing up, looking down at me with her hands on her hips.

"I'm going to have some fun with you," she said as she undid the clasp on her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She was let in nothing but her panties and stripper heels.

My jaw hit the floor. She was absolutely stunning. By the way her tits jiggled I could tell they were completely natural. She placed her heels on my balls are she bent down to unbuckle my belt and pull it off me. She took the belt and whipped me across the chest with it. She then reached her hand in my pants in one swift motion to point my erection up towards my stomach to leave my balls in my pants without anything to get in the way.

The song ended and the new one began, signaling the beginning of our time in the private room.

She started swaying her hips while I released the hold on my balls. I was under her spell and my balls were hers. She ran her hands over my balls as she put her tits in my face.

"I'm going to have fun with you today," she said right before squeezing my balls with one hand. With her other hand she pulled my hair back and slapped me in the face three consecutive times.

The slaps were hard and I felt a little dazed. She took that time to sink to her knees and start punching my balls with alternating hands until she was out of breath.

Before I had time to fully process, she was standing on the couch and started raining kicks into my nuts with her right foot.

"Nothing makes me happier than putting some cocky kid in his place. Thank me for hurting your balls and fulfilling your perverted fantasy."

"Thank you Harley. Thank you for hurting my balls."

She finally stopped and sat on the couch next to me. My balls were on fire. The aching sensation was overwhelming. I held onto my balls as a minor sense of comfort and laid my head on her shoulder. She rubbed my back and placed my hand on her tit.

"There, there. You'll be ok. You're a strong boy and you're doing so well with this. I'm going to give you a dance while you mentally prepare for the end of our time together." Harley straddled me backwards and shook her ass in my face. She continued to gyrate over my body as I let my hands roam over her legs, and I could feel the raw power behind them.

The bouncer knocked on the door letting us know the song was coming to an end soon.

Harley took my hands and helped me to my feet. She gently placed her arms around my shoulders and I shakily got to my feet. We locked eyes and she leaned in and gave me a kiss that was so slight that I barely felt her lips on mine.

I was totally under her spell and I felt as if I were in a trance feeling the remnants of her kiss.

I felt her arms hold tighter around my shoulders and I knew was was coming, I spread my legs and looked back into her piercing blue eyes.

THUMP

She launched her knee into my groin so hard that I would have been lifted into the air if she hadn't been holding my shoulders.

I started to crumple to the ground, but she pushed me back onto the couch. I was moaning in pain, writhing on the couch as she started to put her dress back on.

"I hope you'll come back again and we can pick up where we let off," was all she said before she sauntered out the door. It took me a couple minutes before I could get myself out off the fetal position. I was finally able to tuck my hard cock down the leg of my pants before limping out the door and back to the table with my friends.

When we got back to our hotel, my balls were a little swollen and tender to the touch. The dull ache was constant and was a constant reminder of the experience I had that night.

As I drifted off to sleep I could only think one thing...

I had to go back the next day.