Well maybe not, after all Samantha was an incredible sexy young lady. I did the unthinkable and folded her in half putting her ankles at her ears and thrusting my cock right into her full bladder causing her to let out a warm dark yellow flow that could have filled a water glass. She apologized but I just kept thrusting into her. Right then it was my need that was most important to me. She didn’t hesitate to go along for the ride though. When we climaxed together it was a loud one.
We stripped the bed to let the mattress air dry then we showered together. We made love in the shower then we had a sandwich before I took her home to get a few things. Her brother wasn’t there but her mother certainly gave her a hard time. It seems that a friend of hers had told her about Samantha becoming a stripper, taking her clothes off, and then selling looks at her bald pussy for twenty dollars. She called her a prostitute and told her to leave. Samantha just smiled and told her mother that that was why we were there. We filled the back of my car, my trunk, and I tied a few things to the roof. Samantha was all mine!
That night we went back to the bar and she accepted the job for Friday and Saturday if he would throw in an extra day too. Since Monday was his worst day of the week she took it but she wanted to dance the noon hour and return right after the work crowd arrived to dance until closing.
Word had spread quickly because when we arrived on Friday the place was packed. The owner hired me to watch the door, if someone left then someone could come in. In no time there was a line out on the sidewalk of people waiting to get a look at the hottest girl in town.
Fortunately a friend of the owner arrived to take over for me so that I could get back to Samantha. She was turned on and ready to let them look at her pussy. In the men’s room she found guys already waiting for her. She got in the last stall, removed her panties, and spread for them. She worked her little ass off for nine hours that Friday and fourteen hours that Saturday. She made so much money that she asked me to quite my day job and kept her feeling protected. I had a new job and I love protecting her body. On our off days we slept in, we made love, and we counted her money. It didn’t take her long at all to pay off her student loan.
Samantha was in such demand that other bar owners kept trying to steal her away. In the end she danced at the original bar six nights a week.
A year later we were married and had bought a nice little farm upstate. We paid cash and had to convince the real estate agent that we weren’t drug dealers. Samantha continued to dance six nights a week for the next five years. She retired at twenty-six years old with enough money in the bank to live off the interest. We raised a few head of cattle, grew our own crops, and raised a small brood of children.
The End
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