What happened the following weekend

"The following Friday I returned to the club to meet up with Sarah. She had told me it would be better if I tried to go the whole week without having any sex in the leadup. I told her I would obviously be fine doing this, seeing as I had gone the first 20 years of my life without having sex. However, I was surprised to find that it was far more of a struggle than I thought it would be. It was like a hunger had awakened in me with all the changes I had gone through. As the days passed I found myself getting overwhelmed with desire and by the time it got to Wednesday it was too much for me. I fingered myself for two hours that night in the hopes of relieving my horniness but I just couldn't manage to get myself to cum. Thursday was a nightmare, the only thing on my mind was that aching feeling in my pussy, **** to be filled once again. Somehow I managed to make it to Friday and by the time it got to the evening I felt like I was ready to explode."

"Sarah told me not to bother wearing anything when I went there because she would have an outfit already picked out for me. Obviously I assumed I shuoldn't turn up there naked and so I put on some black heels, black stockings, a tight black mini dress and a trench coat over the top."

"By the time I got there I only had to wait 20 minutes before she got on stage. When she came out she was back to her old well put together self, a stark contrast to the ruined 'cum dump' I had seen the week before. She was wearing a stereotypical stripper outfit consisting of black leather boots, green fish nets, an open green blouse that only really covered her shoulders and a pair of black leather star-shaped nipple covers, she looked stunning."

"Her show was just as good as the previous two I had seen before and had the audience applauding her like she was some kind of celebrity on the red carpet. When she reached the end she spotted me in the crowd and blew me a kiss before heading back stage, pointing me to the door to follow. I met up with her in the same dressing room as before but this time it was crowded with other strippers all around. She greeted me like an old friend and we chatted for a bit about how the week had been. When I told her how I'd struggled with abstaining from sex she laughed and said I was a bigger slut than she realised. At first I felt offended being called a slut for the first time by another woman but the feeling faded."