True Strip club Experience - part 3/3

I woke up the following morning with a searing pain in my balls. My mind was swimming from the hangover, the memories of Harley busting my balls, and the need to see her again.

We went to get breakfast when my phone buzzed. It was from Harley. She'd sent a picture of her foot. There was a bruise along the top of her right foot and the caption read, "look what your balls did to my foot. Go send me a picture of your balls. If this is what my feet look like, then I'm dying to see your balls <3 XOXO"

I excused myself to go to the bathroom. When I pulled down my pants, I was shocked at what I was seeing. My balls were indeed swollen and slightly bruised. I sent a picture back to Harley showing my swollen balls.

Response: "You better get here tonight. I'm not done with you <3 XOXO"

I'll skip the rest of the day of texting back and forth. My buddies didn't want to go back to the strip club again that night, so I encouraged an aggressive day of drinking games where everyone else was wasted early in the night. By around 9pm some of the guys were asleep and the others were not far behind. This was all according to plan. Once everyone was asleep, around 10pm, I called an Uber and headed back to see her.

"In the Uber now, be there in 10. It's just me coming alone. My balls are fuller than ever."

"i'll tell the bouncers to send you back. I'm in the room waiting for you <3 XOXO"

When I get out of the Uber, one of the bouncers says to me, "you're Nate? come with me." I follow him through a back entrance and he points me to the hallway that I've now become familiar with. I open the door to the same private room from the other nights.

I open the door and see Harley, already naked kneeling on the floor. She has brought in a full length mirror facing towards the couch. I see a suction cup dildo attached to it that is already halfway into Harley's pussy. She slowly rocks herself back and forth moaning my name.

"Nate, baby. Get those pants off and get over here. I need to feel your cock in my mouth." she was picking up the pace on the dildo and I could see the pleasure she was feeling from her face.

I eagerly took my pants off and sat on the couch. She took her time sucking each of my balls in her mouth and commenting on how swollen they were.

She then looked me in the eyes as she rocked back and forth, taking the dildo in and out of her pussy as she took my cock in her mouth. She immediately deep throated me, and it was a feeling I'd never experienced before. As she did, she squeezed and pulled on my balls as she quickly showed signs that she was close to orgasm.

She kept up her pace until I could feel my own orgasm coming on. Her moans into my cock only fueled my arousal and soon she was screaming into my cock as we both started to cum.

At the first sign that I was starting to cum she shoved my cock all the way into her throat and squeezed my balls with all her might. The room was alive with our sounds of pleasure as she swallowed every spurt of cum I had in me that I was shooting in the back of her throat.

After what felt like forever, I had finally shot the last of my load. Harley slowly pulled forward off of the dildo that was still mounted to the mirror.

She joined me on the couch and rested her head on my lap as our orgasms began to subside.

"Was that worth the wait?" She asked me as she gently massaged my aching testicles.

"That was worth every second. Holy shit. I never thought I could feel that good," I answered.

"When are you planning on coming back to the area? I'd love to do this again, but maybe at my place next time so we can really see how far we can go?"

Truth was, I had no plans to come back to the area, and I still haven't. It's been 10 years since this experience and I think about her constantly.

At the time, the $800 I paid over those few days was a lot of money, but I think about this experience constantly. Looking back, I would have paid so much more knowing how awesome it was.

We texted on and off in the following weeks. In the beginning it was mostly her asking how my balls were feeling and sending me pictures as the bruises on her foot began to fade. I finally asked for a nude of her which she sent. I jerked off to that photo many times as I replayed the scene in my head. eventually I deleted our messages when I got into a relationship and no one else has ever heard of the experience until now.

Thanks for reading and for letting me relive this once more. There were a handful of details I embellished on, but 90% of this story was completely true.

Harley - I hope you're doing well. I hope you think of me from time to time as well.