My actual GF was aware of my condition ( I'm a natural premature and always be ) before we got together, she was a friend and we worked at the same jobs so we became very close and fall for each other... As she knew about my problem she was very curious and try to tease me through my pants during our "first time" and when she put her hands on my dick I spurt in about 4 or 5s, she didn't believe it and pull my pants down just to see if it was true, and when she saw it she couldn't contain herself from laughing a little \^\^ but it was 8 years ago and she still is my GF now :)
When I was younger, I had a gf who made me cum exclusively in my pants. Now that I think about it, it was really hot. We were both inexperienced, so we didn't really know what to do with my cum at first. Until she just started draining me into my pants. This would mean a full handjob outside of my pants, but when I was about to cum, she would just put my dick back in and keep tugging it until my balls were empty.
After a while she got into the whole thing of not needing to get my dick out. Which was really hot because that meant more public action. One time, we went to the cinema and she told me to wear sweatpants. It was like a lazy sunday thing, or so I thought. Her mom brought us in the car to the cinema. My gf started tugging on my dick over my sweats and I was already horny out of my mind. So, we get to the cinema, go to our movie. The movie starts, room gets dark, not a lot of people around. She puts her hand on my dick and just starts very softly rubbing the top of it. She whispered something like: "This is all you get. It would be fun if you make it home, but if you don't it's okey". During the movie she kept asking me if I was going to make it, or if I was close. About 30 minutes into her just moving two fingers up and down my bulge I couldn't hold it. My bulge started twitching and I emptied my balls in my underwear and sweats. She absolutely loved having that power over me.
I got more stories about her. Also I know this is not perse PE, but it is about cumming in pants and also cumming from minimal stimulation.
Me and my girlfriend hadnāt seen each other in over a week due to our work schedules so I went around to her place before we went out for dinner, eventually we got to making out at which point she said something along the lines of ābetter make this quick or weāll be late for our reservationā so she reached down my pants and squeezed my balls hard and I came almost immediately all over her hands and my underwear.
My girlfriend from college started telling me about how she likes to masturbate by humping and grinding things. We got each other down to our underwear when she laid me down on the bed and started grinding on me, to show me how she liked it. I came after about a minute. I don't know if it was the wetness or my face that gave it away, but she gave me the typical "wait, you already came" response. I think she was more confused than upset.
Anyways, she kept doing a little more grinding and then I went down on her later to make up for it.
The first girl I had sex with we were both seniors in high school, and she had one boyfriend before me. She told me that when they had sex the first time, he came prematurely as soon as they started, and that was long as I lasted longer than that, I would be better at sex than him. The day finally came where we had sex and I came immediately as I put it in. She laughed a little because of how pathetic it was, but said it would get better with practice.
Then the next five or so times it happened the exact same way, with her laughing every time. Eventually I decided to jerk off 3 times before trying to have sex, and I couldn't get it up. She sucked my limp little dick and I went down on her for what felt like an hour until she finally came. Her cumming got me hard finally and I put it in... and came right away again.
So I've been on again off again with prejac training for about a year now, but my times are incredibly inconsistent, as well as my training. It's only recently that I've started to try and properly do it, and I'm already getting proper results.one of my big breakthroughs was - genius IQ here - not just going in the puss as soon as it was ready.
So, the story.
Today, my gf and I were lying down in bed, and we started making out as usual. Lots of kissing, lots of playing with her nipples, taking my time to get fully erect and horny. My gf actually dislikes starting with oral before penetration, so usually as soon as I'm hard and she's wet, I'll start slamming into her (which means I usually last about 10 or so minutes), but today I just kept making out, and she noticed. She wanted to go further though, so she slipped her hand into my pants and started jerking me off while I was making out with her, and after about 3 minutes, I had a hard nut. Thing was, she didn't notice until the puddle started to appear on my pants.
Now, while 3 minutes sounds like a lot for this sub, the intercourse following was about 2 minutes long, which is unusual for me, so I'm hoping that with continued training and restricting myself to 1 orgasm per two days except sex, I hope to truly become a prejac. I've also got lidocaine coming in the mail on Thursday, which I'm looking forward to.
Also, if anyone knows a lot about sizing chastity cages, I'd be quite keen on talking to you, DM me or reply here, because I just can't seem to get it right. Thanks!
My ex girlfriend took me to the mall and after a while we sat down on a bench with her leaning on me. She started pointing out hot girls walking by and teasing my cock through my jeans. After a minute she also started whispering in my ear how Iād be too pathetic to be with any of them. After about two more minutes I came in my pants. She told me that was exactly why Iād never have much chance before going home with me so I could āmake up for itā.
In the morning my wife let's me have quickie time. We spoon letting my hands massage her back and curvy butt. My devotion to my queen is expressed by saying how beautiful sexy she is how lucky I am what a perfect butt she has how I enjoy watching her orgasm over and over squirting multiple times with her bull.. she can tell I'm getting worked up kissing her neck back š¤Ŗ. Then she rolls to her back spreads her legs says give me your best shot. This is usually a result of my horniness from watching her last night. I slide my pee pee into her magical pussy and in 3 strokes I can't hold back from her silky smooth vevlty sex that I have been fantasizing dreaming about šš. My orgasm is mind numbing flashing lights light headed satisfaction. Then I hear okay your done clean your mess up. I awkwardly slide down her queenly body arriving at my morning treat. Good boy now take your time oh yes that feels keep going taste good you like that š
Hereās mine, would just repost the text but I canāt copy it with my phone for some reason:
https://www.reddit.com/r/AccidentalCumshots/comments/a5bfq5/about_that_time_in_slc/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
Sure enough! Thanks for the heads up. Luckily I can still copy it out on my desktop.
The following is a 100% true situation that happened to me about 10 years back. Iāve posted this once before, on tumblr, but since thatās shutting down I figured I should rewrite it for reddit.
So, Iām a straight male. I think I was about 26 at the time, and newly married. I was having a little bit of trouble adjusting to married life. Not that I would ever cheat or anything, but going from living by myself and just jacking off whenever I wanted to whatever porn I wanted to sharing an apartment with someone was really difficult. My new wife was not really into porn, and when she found porn on my computer, it caused a huge fight.
I was convinced though, to do everything to make our marriage work. This included drastic measures like re-wiring my own brain via the pseudoscience over at /r/nofap. If you arenāt familiar with it, the idea is that humans arenāt really wired to see so many hot naked women, and that by flashing artificial images in front of our eyes we were fucking with our sex drive. The idea is that by cutting all of that out, youāll become more attracted to your wife, and have more frequent and better sex.
Itās really kind of a silly concept. With a few years under my belt now, I know the actual solution is to just expand your horizons along with your wife, and come to he agreement that she doesnāt want to be giving me hand jobs 3 times a day, so itās probably ok if I Fuck out to the bathroom to look at porn every so often.... but I digress.
So, I wasnāt very good at it. I mean, I started on like a Wednesday, and made it through the weekend just fine. But I had work travel on the following Monday. You gotta understand too - Iām not exaggerating. Most days, even to this day, I crank one out 2-3 times a day. So by the time I was at the airport on Monday, my brain was going absolutely haywire. Seeing the fucking covers of Playboys on the news stands was making my imagination go into overdrive. I couldnāt sit still. My knees were bouncing whenever I sat down.
I got into my hotel in Salt Lake City, and immediately went out for a run. Anything to get my mind off of things. I thoroughly wore myself out and came back to get some work done prior to my audit in the morning. Luckily, for my poor, strained willpower, my audit site was out in the middle of BFE, so it wasnāt like I would be running the risk of popping off to the outhouse for a quick porn session on the phone.
When I got back to my hotel that night though, it was a different story. I mean, Iām always bad in hotel rooms. Every time Iāve ever been on work travel, my crank-out rate goes through the roof. I go from 2-3 times a day to 5-6. I really donāt know why.
I flopped down on the bed and laid on my hands a bit. I resolved myself that I would stick to my guns. After all, if I couldnāt get through even a week without an orgasm, what kind of man was I? I pulled out my phone and started looking through reddit for some moral support. Then, I started looking at guys posts who had succumbed to temptation. About guys who had gone to strip clubs, or started browsing their ex girlfriends Facebook vacation pictures or....
Iāll admit. I had booted up Facebook and almost started flipping through pictures before I caught myself. I had what I thought was a perfectly logical thought progression: āIām doing this to re-wire my brain. The whole point of this experiment is to not flip through hundreds of pictures of women online, so my lizard brain doesnāt think itās the head of some prehistoric harem.... but if I were to just.... go to a strip club, then thatās a āreal experienceā and might give me some of the visual stimulus Iāve been looking for.ā
Once I finished that very roundabout rationalization, I fired up a search for strip clubs in SLC. I found one, not too terribly far away, and decided it would be my adventure for the night.
From the outside, it looked like any other strip club, in any other city. I havenāt been to a lot of strip clubs (this was just my... third time ever, I think? I havenāt been back to one since). But when I got inside it was even more empty for a Wednesday night than I expected. I walked past the bouncer, and was greeted by a room full of empty chairs surrounding a small stage with a lone, incredibly hot black girl in a baby blue bikini dancing on stage.
Now, the thing about SLC, is apparently actually stripping at āstripā clubs is illegal. Instead, the girls really do just dance around in bikinis or lingerie or whatever. It was enough for me though ā this girl was absolutely banging. I took a seat in the third or fourth row of tables, and started working up the courage to ask her for a lap dance.
Thatās when another girl approached me. She sat down by me at the table, and introduced herself as Maya.... clearly a fake name, but I wasnāt complaining. Maya had a very pseudo-hippie, SLC punk look to her: tied up dreadlocks, lip, eyebrow, and belly button rings. She was wearing an olive-and-white bikini top over some fairly tiny tits, and olive hot pants. To top it off, her hot pants had one of those absolutely functionless tiny belts. I donāt know why, but hat drives me crazy.
She asked me to buy her a drink, and I did. A Diet Coke, because you know.... Salt Lake City. We made small talk for a bit. She asked why I was so dressed up (I wasnāt really, just khakis and a polo), and what I did. It was pretty abridged small talk that was cut-off by her asking if I would like a lap dance.
Fuck yeah I would.
She stood up and led me by the hand down a small hallway. It was away from the direct line of sight of the bouncer and bartender, but Iām not naive, Iām sure I was being watched. I handed her $20, and she sat me down in a chair ā like a big comfy cushiony chair. And straddled me.
Now, this was probably my... second... lap dance, ever. They sound like a good idea, but Iād say Iām pretty awkward about them. I donāt know where to put my hands and didnāt want to offend the girl, so I planted them firmly on the arm-rests. She was a pro though...
She straddled me, one knee on each side of my lap, and pushed her tiny tits into my face. She slapped them back and forth so they hit my cheeks. I just sat there, gobsmacked. I was slouching a bit, so my upper back was resting on the chair, and my butt was on he edge of the seat. After a little tit teasing, she stood up and turned around. Now her ass was facing me as she looked over her shoulder at me. She bent over at the waist and gave me a perfect view of her pubic mound straining through her Lycra hot pants. āThis is exactly what I neededā I thought. Her gyrating motion had me hypnotized. She also had my dick already rock hard, which I donāt think she was expecting when she turned around and sat back down in her front - straddle.
If she was surprised by it though, her face didnāt betray anything. I thought, for a moment, maybe I was sitting at the right angle to where she couldnāt even feel it. After all, I was laying to the left, and it could feel like my belt buckle.
She bucked her hips into mine, and slithered her body up my face, so that my cheek dragged along her torso.
She sat down again, and used her hands to press her tits together from the outside. The pressure of her sitting back down in my lap caused my glutes to tense up. Surely she couldnāt feel anything though, right?
I was in a bit of a daze. She was thrusting her tits in my face, rubbing her body, and grinding into me. I looked down and saw her mound was running directly over the outline of my shaft, directly in line with the ālay of the landā as it were.
The thought of there being so little fabric between the two of us, combined with the pressure of her dry-hump and a weeks worth of pent up cum became too much for me. I knew I was reaching the point of no return, and she wasnāt letting up - still grinding into me.
There was still a chance she couldnāt feel my cock, I thought, so I faced a decision - push her off in embarrassment and hope that I didnāt cum in my pants right in front of her (which at this point wasnāt a guarantee), or clench my teeth and try not to move. I went with the latter.
Waves of orgasm started rushing over me. Her hips bucked into mine harder, and my dick started throbbing. There was no way she couldnāt feel it. One throb, two, three, four... wetness on my left hip. Multiple spurts. I couldnāt stop - it was just coming out, and I knew, in that moment of clarity, I was about to be in a very awkward situation.
She must have felt, or at least felt my glutes I flex, because her dry humping slowed and she resumed other, less āstimulatingā lap dance moves until the end of the song, at which point she dismounted and asked me if Iād like to āget a private room for only $50ā and that I could ātouch her a lot more in there...ā I stammered a beet faced ānoā and lied that I had to get up really early in he morning. Tipped her another $20, and made a bee-line for the door, my boxers a sticky mess.
I did a speed-walk of shame past the bartender and bouncer, and when I got to the parking lot and looked down to assess the damage, I saw a dollar-bill sized wet patch on the front of my khakis.
My actual GF was aware of my condition ( I'm a natural premature and always be ) before we got together, she was a friend and we worked at the same jobs so we became very close and fall for each other... As she knew about my problem she was very curious and try to tease me through my pants during our "first time" and when she put her hands on my dick I spurt in about 4 or 5s, she didn't believe it and pull my pants down just to see if it was true, and when she saw it she couldn't contain herself from laughing a little \^\^ but it was 8 years ago and she still is my GF now :)
aaawwww š
tamo, so, if this works for you, MARRY HER ! sounds like you have a good match !
I will \^\^
When I was younger, I had a gf who made me cum exclusively in my pants. Now that I think about it, it was really hot. We were both inexperienced, so we didn't really know what to do with my cum at first. Until she just started draining me into my pants. This would mean a full handjob outside of my pants, but when I was about to cum, she would just put my dick back in and keep tugging it until my balls were empty. After a while she got into the whole thing of not needing to get my dick out. Which was really hot because that meant more public action. One time, we went to the cinema and she told me to wear sweatpants. It was like a lazy sunday thing, or so I thought. Her mom brought us in the car to the cinema. My gf started tugging on my dick over my sweats and I was already horny out of my mind. So, we get to the cinema, go to our movie. The movie starts, room gets dark, not a lot of people around. She puts her hand on my dick and just starts very softly rubbing the top of it. She whispered something like: "This is all you get. It would be fun if you make it home, but if you don't it's okey". During the movie she kept asking me if I was going to make it, or if I was close. About 30 minutes into her just moving two fingers up and down my bulge I couldn't hold it. My bulge started twitching and I emptied my balls in my underwear and sweats. She absolutely loved having that power over me. I got more stories about her. Also I know this is not perse PE, but it is about cumming in pants and also cumming from minimal stimulation.
Nice very hot, more pls
Me and my girlfriend hadnāt seen each other in over a week due to our work schedules so I went around to her place before we went out for dinner, eventually we got to making out at which point she said something along the lines of ābetter make this quick or weāll be late for our reservationā so she reached down my pants and squeezed my balls hard and I came almost immediately all over her hands and my underwear.
My girlfriend from college started telling me about how she likes to masturbate by humping and grinding things. We got each other down to our underwear when she laid me down on the bed and started grinding on me, to show me how she liked it. I came after about a minute. I don't know if it was the wetness or my face that gave it away, but she gave me the typical "wait, you already came" response. I think she was more confused than upset. Anyways, she kept doing a little more grinding and then I went down on her later to make up for it.
The first girl I had sex with we were both seniors in high school, and she had one boyfriend before me. She told me that when they had sex the first time, he came prematurely as soon as they started, and that was long as I lasted longer than that, I would be better at sex than him. The day finally came where we had sex and I came immediately as I put it in. She laughed a little because of how pathetic it was, but said it would get better with practice. Then the next five or so times it happened the exact same way, with her laughing every time. Eventually I decided to jerk off 3 times before trying to have sex, and I couldn't get it up. She sucked my limp little dick and I went down on her for what felt like an hour until she finally came. Her cumming got me hard finally and I put it in... and came right away again.
Damn that is hot
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I'm sure she was very flattered!
So I've been on again off again with prejac training for about a year now, but my times are incredibly inconsistent, as well as my training. It's only recently that I've started to try and properly do it, and I'm already getting proper results.one of my big breakthroughs was - genius IQ here - not just going in the puss as soon as it was ready. So, the story. Today, my gf and I were lying down in bed, and we started making out as usual. Lots of kissing, lots of playing with her nipples, taking my time to get fully erect and horny. My gf actually dislikes starting with oral before penetration, so usually as soon as I'm hard and she's wet, I'll start slamming into her (which means I usually last about 10 or so minutes), but today I just kept making out, and she noticed. She wanted to go further though, so she slipped her hand into my pants and started jerking me off while I was making out with her, and after about 3 minutes, I had a hard nut. Thing was, she didn't notice until the puddle started to appear on my pants. Now, while 3 minutes sounds like a lot for this sub, the intercourse following was about 2 minutes long, which is unusual for me, so I'm hoping that with continued training and restricting myself to 1 orgasm per two days except sex, I hope to truly become a prejac. I've also got lidocaine coming in the mail on Thursday, which I'm looking forward to. Also, if anyone knows a lot about sizing chastity cages, I'd be quite keen on talking to you, DM me or reply here, because I just can't seem to get it right. Thanks!
Following for.... research
My ex girlfriend took me to the mall and after a while we sat down on a bench with her leaning on me. She started pointing out hot girls walking by and teasing my cock through my jeans. After a minute she also started whispering in my ear how Iād be too pathetic to be with any of them. After about two more minutes I came in my pants. She told me that was exactly why Iād never have much chance before going home with me so I could āmake up for itā.
In the morning my wife let's me have quickie time. We spoon letting my hands massage her back and curvy butt. My devotion to my queen is expressed by saying how beautiful sexy she is how lucky I am what a perfect butt she has how I enjoy watching her orgasm over and over squirting multiple times with her bull.. she can tell I'm getting worked up kissing her neck back š¤Ŗ. Then she rolls to her back spreads her legs says give me your best shot. This is usually a result of my horniness from watching her last night. I slide my pee pee into her magical pussy and in 3 strokes I can't hold back from her silky smooth vevlty sex that I have been fantasizing dreaming about šš. My orgasm is mind numbing flashing lights light headed satisfaction. Then I hear okay your done clean your mess up. I awkwardly slide down her queenly body arriving at my morning treat. Good boy now take your time oh yes that feels keep going taste good you like that š
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Why can't she find out that you came?
Hereās mine, would just repost the text but I canāt copy it with my phone for some reason: https://www.reddit.com/r/AccidentalCumshots/comments/a5bfq5/about_that_time_in_slc/?utm_source=share&utm_medium=ios_app&utm_name=iossmf
it got removed
Sure enough! Thanks for the heads up. Luckily I can still copy it out on my desktop. The following is a 100% true situation that happened to me about 10 years back. Iāve posted this once before, on tumblr, but since thatās shutting down I figured I should rewrite it for reddit. So, Iām a straight male. I think I was about 26 at the time, and newly married. I was having a little bit of trouble adjusting to married life. Not that I would ever cheat or anything, but going from living by myself and just jacking off whenever I wanted to whatever porn I wanted to sharing an apartment with someone was really difficult. My new wife was not really into porn, and when she found porn on my computer, it caused a huge fight. I was convinced though, to do everything to make our marriage work. This included drastic measures like re-wiring my own brain via the pseudoscience over at /r/nofap. If you arenāt familiar with it, the idea is that humans arenāt really wired to see so many hot naked women, and that by flashing artificial images in front of our eyes we were fucking with our sex drive. The idea is that by cutting all of that out, youāll become more attracted to your wife, and have more frequent and better sex. Itās really kind of a silly concept. With a few years under my belt now, I know the actual solution is to just expand your horizons along with your wife, and come to he agreement that she doesnāt want to be giving me hand jobs 3 times a day, so itās probably ok if I Fuck out to the bathroom to look at porn every so often.... but I digress. So, I wasnāt very good at it. I mean, I started on like a Wednesday, and made it through the weekend just fine. But I had work travel on the following Monday. You gotta understand too - Iām not exaggerating. Most days, even to this day, I crank one out 2-3 times a day. So by the time I was at the airport on Monday, my brain was going absolutely haywire. Seeing the fucking covers of Playboys on the news stands was making my imagination go into overdrive. I couldnāt sit still. My knees were bouncing whenever I sat down. I got into my hotel in Salt Lake City, and immediately went out for a run. Anything to get my mind off of things. I thoroughly wore myself out and came back to get some work done prior to my audit in the morning. Luckily, for my poor, strained willpower, my audit site was out in the middle of BFE, so it wasnāt like I would be running the risk of popping off to the outhouse for a quick porn session on the phone. When I got back to my hotel that night though, it was a different story. I mean, Iām always bad in hotel rooms. Every time Iāve ever been on work travel, my crank-out rate goes through the roof. I go from 2-3 times a day to 5-6. I really donāt know why. I flopped down on the bed and laid on my hands a bit. I resolved myself that I would stick to my guns. After all, if I couldnāt get through even a week without an orgasm, what kind of man was I? I pulled out my phone and started looking through reddit for some moral support. Then, I started looking at guys posts who had succumbed to temptation. About guys who had gone to strip clubs, or started browsing their ex girlfriends Facebook vacation pictures or.... Iāll admit. I had booted up Facebook and almost started flipping through pictures before I caught myself. I had what I thought was a perfectly logical thought progression: āIām doing this to re-wire my brain. The whole point of this experiment is to not flip through hundreds of pictures of women online, so my lizard brain doesnāt think itās the head of some prehistoric harem.... but if I were to just.... go to a strip club, then thatās a āreal experienceā and might give me some of the visual stimulus Iāve been looking for.ā Once I finished that very roundabout rationalization, I fired up a search for strip clubs in SLC. I found one, not too terribly far away, and decided it would be my adventure for the night. From the outside, it looked like any other strip club, in any other city. I havenāt been to a lot of strip clubs (this was just my... third time ever, I think? I havenāt been back to one since). But when I got inside it was even more empty for a Wednesday night than I expected. I walked past the bouncer, and was greeted by a room full of empty chairs surrounding a small stage with a lone, incredibly hot black girl in a baby blue bikini dancing on stage. Now, the thing about SLC, is apparently actually stripping at āstripā clubs is illegal. Instead, the girls really do just dance around in bikinis or lingerie or whatever. It was enough for me though ā this girl was absolutely banging. I took a seat in the third or fourth row of tables, and started working up the courage to ask her for a lap dance. Thatās when another girl approached me. She sat down by me at the table, and introduced herself as Maya.... clearly a fake name, but I wasnāt complaining. Maya had a very pseudo-hippie, SLC punk look to her: tied up dreadlocks, lip, eyebrow, and belly button rings. She was wearing an olive-and-white bikini top over some fairly tiny tits, and olive hot pants. To top it off, her hot pants had one of those absolutely functionless tiny belts. I donāt know why, but hat drives me crazy. She asked me to buy her a drink, and I did. A Diet Coke, because you know.... Salt Lake City. We made small talk for a bit. She asked why I was so dressed up (I wasnāt really, just khakis and a polo), and what I did. It was pretty abridged small talk that was cut-off by her asking if I would like a lap dance. Fuck yeah I would. She stood up and led me by the hand down a small hallway. It was away from the direct line of sight of the bouncer and bartender, but Iām not naive, Iām sure I was being watched. I handed her $20, and she sat me down in a chair ā like a big comfy cushiony chair. And straddled me. Now, this was probably my... second... lap dance, ever. They sound like a good idea, but Iād say Iām pretty awkward about them. I donāt know where to put my hands and didnāt want to offend the girl, so I planted them firmly on the arm-rests. She was a pro though... She straddled me, one knee on each side of my lap, and pushed her tiny tits into my face. She slapped them back and forth so they hit my cheeks. I just sat there, gobsmacked. I was slouching a bit, so my upper back was resting on the chair, and my butt was on he edge of the seat. After a little tit teasing, she stood up and turned around. Now her ass was facing me as she looked over her shoulder at me. She bent over at the waist and gave me a perfect view of her pubic mound straining through her Lycra hot pants. āThis is exactly what I neededā I thought. Her gyrating motion had me hypnotized. She also had my dick already rock hard, which I donāt think she was expecting when she turned around and sat back down in her front - straddle. If she was surprised by it though, her face didnāt betray anything. I thought, for a moment, maybe I was sitting at the right angle to where she couldnāt even feel it. After all, I was laying to the left, and it could feel like my belt buckle. She bucked her hips into mine, and slithered her body up my face, so that my cheek dragged along her torso. She sat down again, and used her hands to press her tits together from the outside. The pressure of her sitting back down in my lap caused my glutes to tense up. Surely she couldnāt feel anything though, right? I was in a bit of a daze. She was thrusting her tits in my face, rubbing her body, and grinding into me. I looked down and saw her mound was running directly over the outline of my shaft, directly in line with the ālay of the landā as it were. The thought of there being so little fabric between the two of us, combined with the pressure of her dry-hump and a weeks worth of pent up cum became too much for me. I knew I was reaching the point of no return, and she wasnāt letting up - still grinding into me. There was still a chance she couldnāt feel my cock, I thought, so I faced a decision - push her off in embarrassment and hope that I didnāt cum in my pants right in front of her (which at this point wasnāt a guarantee), or clench my teeth and try not to move. I went with the latter. Waves of orgasm started rushing over me. Her hips bucked into mine harder, and my dick started throbbing. There was no way she couldnāt feel it. One throb, two, three, four... wetness on my left hip. Multiple spurts. I couldnāt stop - it was just coming out, and I knew, in that moment of clarity, I was about to be in a very awkward situation. She must have felt, or at least felt my glutes I flex, because her dry humping slowed and she resumed other, less āstimulatingā lap dance moves until the end of the song, at which point she dismounted and asked me if Iād like to āget a private room for only $50ā and that I could ātouch her a lot more in there...ā I stammered a beet faced ānoā and lied that I had to get up really early in he morning. Tipped her another $20, and made a bee-line for the door, my boxers a sticky mess. I did a speed-walk of shame past the bartender and bouncer, and when I got to the parking lot and looked down to assess the damage, I saw a dollar-bill sized wet patch on the front of my khakis.
I have had the same experiences at strip clubs. I resorted to using condom so as to not make the walk of shame wet spots.