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Stripper

By: katlin6969



It was 7:15 p.m. and I still sat waiting. Milking the Tanqueray and tonic I had ordered 15 minutes earlier, I realized I was ready for a new one. The time frame in which it sat barely touched combined with the growing heat of the club, as bodies began to quickly fill it to near capacity, the ice in the glass had melted. A warm, non-soothing drink, not to mention watered down, in turn losing it's alcohol effect, was not what I needed at this moment. Another 15 minutes had passed, and still, no Antonio. While common sense was practically screaming out, informing me I had obviously been stood up, I stayed stationed at my empty table. My eyes, as well as my imagination were certainly making the best out of the situation. After all, I was sitting at the infamous Café Sole', the "hot spot' of San Antonio. Not only popular due to it's being the only trendy club in town, it certainly was no secret that the bartenders in which it employed were by and large the most gorgeous men around! True dessert for the eyes! 

By 8:00, I knew I had to accept my fate for the evening. Finishing up the last of 5 drinks, I focused my attention one last time on the hunk of a man, pouring Captain into a beverage glass, topping it off with cola! I certainly refused to go home empty handed. Rather, empty minded. The fantastic visions I had created while sitting patiently through the night, let's just say, I was determined to end it, with any sort of enjoyment. Though I'd be going home unescorted, my bed empty, I would not be alone in thought! 

Just as I sucked out the last drop of my drink, a female voice caught my attention.

"Jewel?" Looking up, I saw Mary and John heading toward my table. While the two were merely what you would call acquaintances, knowing very little of them, I was still somewhat relieved to see any familiar face. At the same time, a part of me, still quite disappointed, was not exactly up for mingling with such a pair. Nice as could be, they both were absolutely adorable, and absolutely in love. Here I sat, alone, having no partner of my own, watching the show of these two cuddle and kiss, making known to all around the love they had for one another. Simply a bitter and blatant reminder as to my loneliness. Nonetheless, I invited them to join me. 

We drank, we talked. Of course, being I'd had quite the head start, an alcohol effect clouding my judgement, well, the last 2 weeks of my life were becoming an open book for the duo to read. Talking so fervently about this man I'd met while bartending at the local pub on First Ave. How Antonio's nationality, half French, half Italian, speaking in a voice so utterly sexy, is what captured my attention. Our first, and only date consisted of conversations relayed mostly through that of the interpreter who accompanied us. However, his handsome, dark complected looks, a perfectly shaped muscular physique, combined with that sensual tone, as he spoke in words foreign to me, there was no discomfort, so to speak. I was awestruck, and until this night, I'd believed he felt the same. Apparently, it was merely wishful thinking on my part. 

Mary and John's eyes glimmering with intense interest, I couldn't stop talking. Not to mention, of course, my drinks coming one after another, each one seemingly stronger, simply helped ease my ability to ramble. After another thirty minutes had passed, my story coming to a close, Mary looked at me with an expression almost sympathetic, yet a hint of excitement. 

"You know, Hon, it's already 8:30. John and I were planning to head to another club. Why don't you just come with us?" 

While I knew almost an hour ago, it was time to give up hope on the site of Antonio walking through the doors, the back of my mind held a slight "maybe". Now, however, I knew it was definitely time to walk away from that image. Figuring the rest of my night would simply be spent alone, fantasies partnering me up with my vibrator should I go home, I decided I had nothing to lose. Offering to drive, John so gentlemanly opened the doors of his Outback for Mary and I, and off we went. 

Two miles down the road, we pull into a parking lot greeting us with a neon sign reading: Club Ex. Though I'd passed this club every night that I'd worked, always wondering what venue it is, I've never ventured further than Café Sole'. Trying something "different" was never one of my strong points. Stepping inside, I immediately found, this was most definitely beyond any idea of "different". To my utter surprise, it was a strip club. And… one not of the ordinary. 

Unintentionally, fixating my eyes on the dance stage, I was nearly shocked to see these women, completely unclothed! Though I, myself, had never entered such a club, I at least had the knowledge, or so I thought, that Texas law prohibited strippers from baring all. Either I was simply wrong, or this world I had just entered, took no mind to rules. John led us through the room, seating us at a table, and ordering a double round of shots for each of us. 

I almost chuckled at the thought of his apparent intentions. Obviously, thinking with his dick, as it commanded to have the two beautiful ladies sitting at his side, drunk and open to anything erotic. While the viewing of naked women was almost offensive in my mind, most certainly far outside the realm of sexually satisfying to me, the sparkle in his eye kept me silent. Of course, the intoxicating effect that had now started taking over not only my body, but my conservative frame of mind, had play in such a decision. 

As the two sat wide eyed, staring at the model shaped figures, moving seductively on stage, my attention was focused on the many lust driven males, absorbing every ounce of eroticism being thrown at them. Many of which, lacking any form of discretion as their hands placed just below table level, arms moving feverishly back and forth, desperately awaiting the pleasure of personal explosion. Still, there were others. Groups of men partying in a birthday celebration, or providing a wake for the man preparing to sign away his life with an "I do". Then, there were the sophisticated, mature gents, simply there for the sight. Not only for themselves, but as of now, mine as well. They were indeed the distraction I so desperately needed, having just been stood up. However, Mary and John had a mindful diversion of their own. 

After we each downed our second Kami shot, John raised his hand, a planned motion and in seconds a beautiful blonde stood over me. Looking away, glaring with confused and somewhat disapproving eyes at the two watching me, I pondered the idea of removing myself from the situation. Having looked back at this gorgeous female, however, her firm breasts level to my view, staring at me, I suddenly felt an urge, one completely unbeknownst to any in which I'd had before. A surprising desire to touch, to be touched. Placing her hands on each of my shoulders, gently pressing my body to the back of the chair, and graciously caressing my arms, she whispered, "Just relax". A part of me was reminding of the fact that arousal from another female was a feeling that should be forbidden in my mind. Yet, an even stronger, overpowering side of my being, was lighting the path of a new sexuality. 

She began dancing, moving her nakedness all around me. Rubbing her breasts against my arms, then turning, she backed her ass into my own breasts, swaying from side to side. Oh, how I wanted to caress the smoothness that was so swiftly turning me on. To grab and pat the bareness of her perfectly rounded bottom. Before I had a chance to move, she pulled away, turned and leaned in to me. Using her hands to brace herself on the back of the chair, falling forward, her hardened nipples grazing the edges of my lips. My tongue wanting to taste, slipped out for a quick flicker of her reddened nub. Again, she pulled away, knowing the teasing was forcing my heart to pound. Moving down, lower, I felt her hands at my knees, pulling my legs apart, opening me wide for her eyes to see. 

  Starting mid-thigh, I could feel the warm wetness of her tongue through my pants as she glided it higher, her fingers set upon my crotch as she began to rub and lick, unflinchingly. My clit began to pulsate as my satiny thongs, grew wetter with each touch. Still caressing my tender muscle with the fingers of one hand, the other made way to my blouse. Feeling cool air seep in as she unbuttoned it, feeling the tips of her fingers inching down, until I soon found my shirt parted. Without hesitation, she yanked the cups down, exposing my breast, my painfully hardened nipples to the outside. 

My entire body weakened, my head fell back resting on the chair, as I could feel the covering of moist tender lips. Her tongue flickered feverishly, teeth clenching lightly, nibbling my now sensitive gland. I was almost unable to control the moans as they escaped. Hearing my excitement billow out, she worked harder, grinding her body over her working hand. Sucking, biting, prodding at all parts of my body, I felt the building of sensations, ready to explode. Grabbing firm to her breast, my other hand on top of hers working in sync, a flurry of spasms began to run ramped. She set her head against mine, cheek to cheek, hearing her words, I couldn't hold back:

"Oh Yes! Yes! I want to hear you cum. I want to feel your warm juices spurt out. I want to feel you erupt with pleasure".

Molding her crotch against mine, fingers still moving, tempting my throbbing nub. It was the demise of all I had once believed. Closing my eyes, bellowing out one last gasp, "OHH! YES! GOD, YES!! UHH!!" I clenched her nipples, squeezing hard, and with such exotic motion, came the release of my warm fluid. Exhilaratingly flowing out, filling my underwear, seeping through the fabric of my jeans for her to feel. Panting, wiggling by ass as my body sat shaking against hers. Still feeling the gentleness of her hand as she slowed the movement. 

She sat up, staring at me with a smile indicative of the ending of my absolutely astounding experience. Removing her hand from my still aching crotch, she placed her forefinger inside her mouth, slowly pulling it out in a suckling motion, then licking it up and down tasting my sweet juices that had soaked through, oozing onto it. Finally, she leaned in, placed her lips against mine, allowing me a taste of my own pleasure. With one last swivel of our tongues, she stood up, winked and walked away complacently. 

Her now being out of my view, I glanced around, eyes peering at me from every direction. Realizing that, for the last ten minutes, I had been tunneled into a moment of sheer pleasure, the idea of many around to see had been lost. Yet, I was so tantalizingly satisfied, I didn't care. In fact, for the last hour of the night, as Mary, John and I continued to drink, conversing so openly of what I had just experienced, many men, having had the pleasure of watching such and exotic sight, were all too happy to approach me. So blatantly disclosing the felicity that had come over them. Never had I thought, a once forbidden indulgence would be the tell all for my distraction. And… the means of many a future pleasure.

Stripper



I was on a business trip to Sydney and my colleagues wanted to take me to a nightclub for the evening. 

"There's this really sexy dancer -- you'll love her," one of my bachelor colleagues said enthusiastically. 

With my wife back in Perth I wondered whether it was wise, but I managed to let him persuade me. Better to stroke myself in the company of sexy women than on my own in the hotel, I thought.

We ate dinner in a chic restaurant around the harbour and about 11 pm we (there were three other colleagues and me) took a taxi to this nightclub. It looked fun at the doorway and as soon as we got inside I was amazed at all the gorgeous sexy girls all around the place. One of them took us to a VIP table (my company has money!!) and sat us down, giving us a great view of a pair of beautiful tits as she bent down to arrange our table. The music was not too loud and there were several girls already dancing on the stage. Well, dancing was not quite what it was -- just an excuse to show off their gorgeous bodies. An extremely pretty waitress came up to serve us -- she was wearing, if that's the word, a short skirt and black tights -- and little else -- just a necktie. Her tits were full but not too large -- the nipples erect and the girl herself was obviously horny. My colleagues knew her and teased her a lot. She was quick to giggle and laugh with them and even sat on my senior colleague's knee and let him play with her tits for a short while. I and my colleagues soon all had large erections in our trousers.

When she went off to get our order, the guys all relaxed but they couldn't keep their eyes off the girls. I had to admit that I was enjoying myself and starting to feel very aroused. The music suddenly stopped. 

"Here she comes," whispered a colleague, "Watch this!" 

The stage blacked out, everyone went quiet and then the spotlight shone onto a very long left leg sheathed in a black stocking and red garter belt. This leg started to move and the rest of the totally stunning body moved into the light. 

"That's Susy," came the loud whisper from my left. 

Dressed in just a tiny top and very short skirt, this beauty began to gyrate to the sensuous music. I couldn't help but get extremely aroused -- her body was sensational and, as I watched closely she began to strip off her clothes. Not quickly but in the time-honoured tradition of the stripper. It took about 2 minutes for her to take off her top, showing a little red bra underneath. By this time I had a raging hard-on and I was stroking myself under the table. Susy's breasts were large, but not unduly so, and looked deliciously firm. 

"Wouldn't you like to suck on those?" asked one colleague. 

I just nodded, hoping he couldn't see what I was doing. 

"You just wait!" he said, mysteriously. 

Susy continued to gyrate and writhe on the stage, smiling and licking her lips, and sometimes going to the floor and making simulated sex movements. It was extremely erotic and I could already feel my cum starting to boil in my balls. She peeled off one stocking and threw it to a guy on a table near us. The second one was directed at me. I caught it and put it on the table. One of my colleagues picked it up and sniffed it, waving it at Susy, who grinned even more. Just as she was about to slip out of her skirt, she came off the stage and made straight for our table. 

One guy whispered loudly, "We arranged this for you -- it wasn't cheap!" 

My colleagues moved aside as she came over and stood right in front of me. She roughly pushed the table away and I was just able to pull my hand off my throbbing cock. 

"It's OK, big boy," she grinned, "all the guys do it when I'm on stage." 

Now so close to her, I almost came in my pants, especially when she sat down on my knees facing me. 

"It's OK," she cried, "You can touch!" 

I put my arms round her and felt her body trembling. She shifted her body further along my legs until I could feel her hot pussy start to press against my erection. 

"My, you are a big boy," she cooed, wriggling so that her pussy was caressing along my throbbing length. "Would you like to take off my bra?" she asked loudly so that everyone could hear. 

I nodded, almost unable to move from the sheer beauty of her presence. 

"Come on,' called my colleagues, "take it off. We want to see them too." 

My hands were still around her back so I slowly slid them upwards across her hot soft skin until I found her bra strap. 

"No, silly," she murmured softly in my ear, "It's at the front." 

"Oh", I managed to mutter as I released her and let her lean back away from me. This close up her breasts looked magnificent, even better than my wife's two beauties! I struggled to find the clasp of her bra, but enjoying the feeling of her tits pressing on my hands as I searched. I finally found it, while my colleagues were shouting encouragement, and I slowly unfastened it. 

"It's OK, big boy," Susy giggled, "You can let go now!" 

For emphasis she slid her pussy right along my hard cock and I could feel her wetness soaking my trousers.

I released the two ends of her bra and the cups fell away from her delicious tits. She immediately took my hands and put one directly on each tit. 

"Squeeze them, big boy," she urged, pressing hard down on my erection, "I'm going to cum on your cock very soon." 

I grabbed each tit and played with them, enjoying the feeling as her nipples erected firmly under my palms. I didn't need to know from her what she needed next. I just picked up each of her large nipples between a finger and thumb and squeezed in the same rhythm that she was now rubbing herself against my cock. 

She leaned into me and whispered in my ear, "I've not cum like this in the club before. Enjoy!" 

With a deep groan, Susy threw her head back and came in an explosive orgasm, her whole body rocking all over me and her pussy grinding against my throbbing cock. I'll never know how I was able to contain myself, but I didn't want to cum in my trousers. There were huge cheers from my friends and the rest of the now-packed audience. I even noticed the waitresses and other girls watching the show Susy and I were putting on. 

When she finally calmed down, she slowly climbed off my lap, announcing, "Well, big boy, I needed that. See you later!" 

She stood up close by me and slowly slipped off her thong. It clung to her wetness as she pulled it down. 

"You can keep that as a souvenir!" she cried, throwing her wet thong in my face with a big smile.

Now naked apart from her tiny skirt, Susy went back on stage and all my colleagues gathered around. 

"That was even more than we paid for," the senior one said, quite amazed. "Did you cum in your pants?" 

"Uh, no," I managed to stammer, almost unable to speak, "but it was close." 

"I couldn't help it,' admitted one as he got up to go to the washroom. 

"Nor me", admitted two others, following him out. The remaining guy just grinned. 

"I had my secretary twice before we left the office," he grinned. "She wants to try you tomorrow!" 

"Really?" I asked, stupefied. 

His secretary had been my wet dream every time I'd visited the Sydney office.

We missed seeing Susy's exit, but I doubt that anything could have bettered her performance so close up and personal. The rest of the evening we spent drinking, me in moderation, the others unfortunately to excess. They all became very rowdy when a young blonde started to do what was planned to be the last strip of the night. Eventually security were called in by the bar staff and my colleagues were 'persuaded' to leave. I was not sorry to see them go at that point. The pretty blonde completed her strip, showing a delicious pair of tits and a very wet pussy. I could see juices dribbling down the insides of her thighs. 

I was about to stand up and applaud with all the other guys left when a hand fell on my shoulder. I immediately felt guilty, thinking that the security guys were going to ask me to leave. Had I been that rowdy, I thought. As the stage plunged into darkness again, I looked round to see that it was Susy standing behind me. 

"Sorry, didn't mean to startle, but...." she murmured. She'd dressed in a short skirt and tied-up top that accentuated her lovely tits. She did a twirl for me "Do you like?" 

"I'm astonished at how lovely you are even in real life!" I grinned. 

She smiled, "Thanks. But actually when I was sitting on you, I really did cum. Your cock was pressing on just the right place." 

"Oh, I knew you'd cum," I replied, I just thought it was a standard act." 

"Oh my God no!" she exclaimed. "Luckily the manager wasn't here tonight or I'd have lost my pay. That sort of thing is strictly forbidden, but once I saw you, and your friends encouraged me, I couldn't resist." 

"Did they pay you extra?" I asked, innocently. 

"Who?" she asked, equally innocently." 

"My colleagues?" I continued. 

"Well they have promised me a special birthday party next week -- with all my girlfriends -- at their office..." 

"OK," I said, "Now would you like to sit down for a drink?" 

"No thanks, if you don't mind," she replied, "but I would like to take you back to my place. I'd like to feel if that cock can do what it promised." 

She came real close to me and pushed her hand between us, squeezing and stroking my still rock-hard cock. 

"Mmmmmmmm!" was all she said, taking my hand. "I'm finished for the night. Let's go!" 

Without waiting for me to agree, she just pulled me with her and we went outside. A doorman had already called a taxi for her and we both got into the back. She gave her address to the driver, pulled up the security shade and offered her lips for me to kiss. Thinking for a brief moment about my wife, I couldn't resist Susy and we were soon exploring each others mouths to great depths. She was an extraordinary kisser, and became extremely aroused, writhing all over me. 

"I don't think that I can wait till we get to my place," she said, clambering off me and kneeling on the seat beside me. 

Her deft fingers quickly peeled away my trousers and I gasped as her hand reached inside my jocks and clasped firmly onto my throbbing cock. 

"Oooooo," she gurgled, grinning broadly, "It really feels as nice out as in!" She carefully extracted my big cock from my jocks and just sat back on her heels to look at it. "So big...so hard....and so wet..." she cooed, stroking one finger across the top and gathering the large drop of pre-cum that had formed there almost instantly. 

She took her finger to her mouth and licked it with a big smile on her face. 

"Yum" she cried. "I'll cum while I'm sucking you!" she stated flatly, but then grinned. "Do you mind?" 

"Mind?" I cried incredulously, "Of course I won't mind. But you're going to suck my cock?" 

"Sure am!" she replied, quickly bending her head and starting to suck my big hard rod into her hot mouth. 

It took a while for her to open wide enough to get me inside, but soon her head was bobbing up and down in a delightful rhythm. As she pulled up each time, her hand grasped my shaft and rubbed it too. There was no way I was going to last long -- and I didn't! With a loud cry of pleasure, I felt my cum pass the point of no return and I shot off deep into her mouth. Susy gurgled and sucked as she felt me spurting, then exploded herself in a huge orgasm, almost biting me as she came. Thankfully she pulled her mouth off my cock leaving the last few spurts unattended as she enjoyed her orgasm to the full. 

"Oh damn!" she cried as she gathered her senses again. "It's always the same. When I cum like that I just can't hold onto the cock. Let me clean you up." 

As usual, my cock just stayed firm despite its big orgasm and I enjoyed her soft lips and tongue cleaning up around my cock and balls. She'd opened my clothes enough that there was no cum on my jocks or trousers. She zipped me back inside and finally sat beside me again, cuddling up close. 

"That was heavenly," she murmured, almost falling asleep. 

She did in fact doze off for about 10 minutes, but awoke immediately the cab stopped outside her apartment block. 

It was now 3 am and very quiet on the streets. She paid the cab driver and took my hand. 

"Come on! I doubt that Jess will be up but she'll have a pleasant surprise in the morning." 

"Who is Jess?" I asked as we entered the building using a special security card. 

"Jess is my girlfriend. We live together. Have done since I rescued her from being a call-girl. About 4 years now -- she's just 22." 

I guessed that Susy was in her late 20s or early 30s, but she had a body to die for. She must work out, I'd decided.

We took the lift up to her top-floor apartment, taking time to fondle and kiss on the way. I was aching with desire when she started to unlock the door. 

"Let's go in quietly. Sometimes Jess is playing with herself while she waits for me," Susy giggled softly. "But most times she's asleep, You never know." 

But it was soon clear from the sounds we could hear that Jess wasn't just awake, she was very active. We crept further into the apartment and saw a light was on in one of the rooms to the side of the lounge. 

The voice was very loud now, and it was saying "Ohhhh, that's great, take me!" 

"The little slut!" cried Susy, "She's got a guy here!" 

She pulled me to the side and then into an adjoining room. "This is where we can watch from safely -- see!" 

Susy pointed to a huge window that looked straight into the room from which the sounds were coming. I looked in amazement, and felt Susy respond, not just in surprise, but somewhat in horror. 

"That's my Danny!" she almost screamed, but I put my hand over her mouth. 

"It's OK," I murmured, "Just watch them." 

Susy nodded her agreement and moved with me onto the bed that overlooked that window. 

"It's a complete one-way mirror," she whispered in explanation, "and this room is almost sound-proof but don't shut the door." 

I complied and went back to sit beside her. 

She grabbed my hand, "The bastard! But it's fun isn't it." 

She'd settled now and I could take in what was happening in the next room. There were two totally naked young people, I presume the beautiful willowy blonde was her Jess, while the muscular looking stud must be Danny. Jess was leaning back against a big pillow while Danny was deeply inserted inside her pussy with what looked like an enormous cock. Susy squeezed my hand tightly. 

"He's huge, isn't he?" I nodded. "But Jess is stunningly beautiful too." 

"I know," replied Susy, turning to me, "And it makes me soooo hot to watch them." 

I had felt her arousal already and she was getting hotter by the moment as we watched Jess enjoying a truly great from Susy's boyfriend. From the loud cries, they had no idea we were there. 

Danny shouted, "Cum, you bitch or I'll blast you full before you get the chance!" 

"OK, Danny," cried Jess, "Just a moment longer." 

It was clear that these two had been at it for some time as they were both sweating profusely. 

Susy got onto the bed on her hands and knees. 

"Push up my skirt and get inside me while we watch this!" she ordered. "I'm aching to feel your big cock." 

I quickly clambered off the bed, watching the other two all the time, not wanting to miss the imminent explosion. I slipped off my pants and jocks and my big cock sprang out. 

Susy grinned and giggled. "I'm going to enjoy this!" 

I got behind her and found she'd pulled her little thong aside and she was holding her pussy lips open with her fingers. She had the most inviting pinkness that I could not resist. I put the head of my big cock between those horny lips and she groaned loudly. I pushed and she pushed back at me. Even tho I was big, she was soaking and very well-lubricated. I slid into her welcoming pussy with no trouble. 

"You're big!" she gurgled. 

"And you're tight," I cried, feeling her pussy tightening up one my cock when I was fully inside her. 

Just as I got fully inside, I heard a loud cry from Jess. 

"Oh God, Danny. I'm cumming huge!" 

She exploded into a violent thrashing orgasm at which point he pulled his huge rod from inside her pussy and began to stroke it furiously. 

"Oh yessssss," cried Susy, pushing her butt back at me hard. 

"Cum all over her, you bastard." 

Danny obliged with a roar of pleasure, his throbbing cock spurting huge jets of cum all over Jess' pussy and belly, while the girl cried in delight.

Susy was beside herself with pleasure, not only from what she was watching but also from the feelings that my slow hard thrusting was causing in her pussy. I kept pushing into her, holding onto her hips and pulling her hard back onto me each time. I could feel the head of my big cock pushing against her cervix at every in-stroke. 

While I continued to enjoy Susy slowly, the two lovers in the other room disengaged and we heard Jess call out "I'm gonna clean up now, you gorgeous man!" 

She giggled and then moved out of sight. After a few seconds I looked at the doorway. There was Jess standing there with her mouth open. 

"I...I...I thought I'd heard something!" she gasped. 

Susy looked at her. "It's OK, darling, you clean up and go back to lover boy. Me and this gorgeous man have some business to attend to." 

Jess looked shocked but went off. In between Susy's cries of pleasure, I could hear the toilet flush. Then Jess was back at the doorway. 

"Can I come in and watch?" she asked softly. 

"Guess so," said Susy, quite roughly, "But tell that bastard to go home. We won't need him any more tonight."

Jess disappeared and I could see them arguing. I couldn't hear anything as I guess she'd shut the door. I just continued slowly to shaft this incredibly sexy woman who was now starting to cum on me. I saw Danny gather up his clothes and leave. 

"I'll see you, bitch," he cried as he stormed out of the apartment. 

Susy groaned out a huge orgasm as the door slammed after him. 

"Oh man," she cried, laughing, "I've never had so much fun. Now me hard while Jess gets in here...." she raised her voice ".....and helps!" 

Jess, still naked and still beautiful, came slowly into the room, staring at us, especially at the place where our bodies were sexually joined. A great glob of cum ran down her leg and Susy saw it. 

"So that wasn't the first time you'd had him tonight," she cried. 

"No, Susy," muttered Jess apologetically. "He came onto me so quickly he almost raped me the first time. But then...." 

She was standing close now and started to caress Susy's back and tits 

"....I enjoyed it. He came enormously inside me and I couldn't stop him. Then he wanted it again. How much did you see?" 

"Just the last 10 minutes," I whispered, gazing in awe at her superbly shaped body. 

She must be a fitness-freak, I thought. She smiled and carried on caressing Susy, who was now vigorously thrusting her butt back at me as I thrust into her still hard and deep.

Susy's cries of pleasure were soon dominating the room and I could feel my cum wanting release again. 

"I'm almost ready," I cried to Susy, "Do you want it inside you?" 

"Oh, yes, lovely man. Fill my pussy up with your hot cum." 

That did it for me. I thrust one last time holding her hard against me as my cock throbbed and began to spurt out a big load into her hot pussy. She orgasmed wildly as she felt me cum, crying out Jess' name over and over again. Jess was there to enjoy her pleasure too and the two girls hugged and cuddled as Susy slowly calmed down.



Stripper Delight



The following events are entirely fictional. 

***** 

I'd never been one to frequent skin clubs. But after a long week, I just wanted to unwind, and the company of a lovely lady was usually good for that. So I had a pocket full of Washingtons and called a cab; I worked as a researcher for a production studio in LA, and didn't drive any more frequently than absolutely necessary. 

I'd never been to the place I'd chosen this evening, but I knew it was called Class Act. They did what your average strip club did; there's nothing wrong with the original recipe. They had a parade of very lovely ladies doing their respective routines, strutting and flaunting and pole-dancing. 

You could sit out and watch for as long as you chose. The ladies who rotated through off the stage entered a room behind a closed door at floor level stage left. If you had a particular performer who struck your fancy, you could speak to the two proprietors of the club, both women, who sat outside the door. You could request a private session with your lady, and for the expected fee. In this case, a flat rate of $60 got you half an hour. Also as usual, it was look but don't touch, even in a private session. 

There were several 12-foot-square rooms where sessions took place. Each had comfortable furniture; and a pole, of course. 

It had been raining somewhat steadily when I arrived. I hoped it would be in a lull or quit completely by the time I left. Truth be told, weather was going to profoundly affect the immediate circumstances of my life. 

I sat for about 45 minutes and watched five ladies work, and all of them were very pretty, nice figures, talented and outgoing. There was a lot of whistling, and dollar bills littered the stage. There's a stripper stereotype in my opinion, but this place was kinda upscale; the women didn't come across as trashy or as simply using their bodies to make a buck. They weren't airheads who had no other way to make a living. It was not a setting of crude sexuality. I thought the ladies were confident for sure, naked and somewhat on display. They knew they were attractive, as did the patrons of the club, who chose to help the ladies capitalize when talent was combined with looks. 

There were blondes and a redhead and two brunettes in the first group. Lady number five, a brunette, caught my eye, for some reason. I simply sat riveted while she worked. I appreciated her routine; it was graceful and erotic and confident without being stereotypical. 

She was naturally beautiful, not looking overdone. Striking but simplistic. She was probably 5-foot-5, lean but not skinny. Compact build and sporting curves at the hips, waist, and buttocks. Her hair was very dark brown, pulled into a sexy knot at the back oh her head, parted to the right, with one lock dropping across her cheek. She had big, doe-brown eyes I could have stared at forever. Her skin was lightly tanned. 

When her routine was done, she moved off the stage with easy grace a lot of women envied.There was now a brief intermission. I watched the final performer let her hair down as she walked off. It was glossy and straight, falling a bit below her shoulders. 

I let her disappear, then wasted no time. I walked over and conversed with one of the club owners, Julie, I discovered. "That last brunette. Does she have time for a personal session before she's out of here?" I asked. 

"Her shift ends in an hour. I could tell you were a little awestruck. We don't promote crudeness here, but several of the guys look at her like they want nothing more than to bend her over. She's confident, and nothing has happened, but most nights, there's one guy who is just ga-ga, and we encourage him to buy her entertainment till her shift ends," Julie said. 

She leaned into the room and called for the lady, named Leah. She came out and threw a huge smile at me. "I could feel you all star-stuck in your seat," she said quietly, with a handshake. "Follow me. I'll take you back." Julie grinned at me as we left. I told Leah my name was Tim. "I like that name," she said. We walked to the left wall of the club and entered a room. Leah closed the door. I stared openly at her lovely shape and smooth skin, playing her honey-smooth voice in my head. 

She could feel me watching. "Would you like a full hour?" she inquired, turning her brown eyes on me. I was fast coming to terms with her physical self, except for those eyes. 

"Yes, ma'am," I answered. Around it all, I noted the rain picking up outside. I settled myself on a plush couch. There was a pole in this room, as well as a means for playing music. 

"I like to start with a little pole work first. Got any preference as far as music?" Leah asked. 

"Definitely no pop. I'm very selective about what I listen to as far as rap, too." 

"Rock and roll, then?" she asked. 

"There you go," I told her. 

She walked over and dialed in the stereo. As she grabbed the pole, the opening notes of AC/DC's "You Shook Me All Night Long" rolled into the room. 

I simply watched for the next five minutes. Leah swung herself around the pole, shimmied up and slid back down, showing off her figure and very nice legs. If her feet were on the floor, she was stepping and strutting in rhythm to the music. Knowing the song by heart, she hit all the high points just right. As the song ended, she tossed in some air guitar. 

She paused the stereo, and walked over to me. Still I gawked at her wonderful figure, completely on display. She cued Jason Aldean's "Dirt Road Anthem." 

She parked herself on my lap. She took my face in her hands and gently guided it into her perky B-cup breasts. As the slow tune played, she worked her tits, rubbing them all over my face. 

Leah stood up, and rubbed various parts of herself against me. It definitely created a nice sensation. She cued more Jason Aldean and gave me another slow, grinding lap dance. I let myself get hard. I needn't have been embarrassed; at one point Leah fondled my cock carefully and grinned. 

Forty minutes absolutely evaporated. Leah cued some rap music; Coolio's "Gangsta Paradise." Every time the instrumentals and bass hit, her ass smacked into my legs, and she rubbed it across my thighs. 

She was now sweating some; she wiped the worst of it on my shirt. I couldn't have cared less. She now played Tu Pac's "California Love." She started by stepping in time to the music. When the chorus hit, she bounced her knockers. 

Then she backed toward me, and when the bass hit, she shook her ass and bounced it carefully into my lap. A couple of times, I could have sworn she passed gas on my lap. 

As the song finished, during a final bass sequence, I know she did; I caught the end of the noisy rumble as the music stopped. I heard Leah sigh. 

"Sorry," she said. "I gotta go shit a brick." 

"Little thing like you, I wouldn't think that's possible," I said. She cocked her head and raised an eyebrow. "Says you," she said sarcastically. She disappeared through a door in the far wall of the room. I took in the room, all mellow colors, dim lighting and candles. I snagged a magazine. 

Leah emerged in five minutes. She was moving in even more relaxed fashion now, if that was possible. She glided over and took my hand. "Where are we going?" I asked. 

"I have proof to show you," she said, smiling. And so we stepped into the bath and stood in front of the toilet. Leah pointed, and I looked. In the bowl was a huge, dark load. Probably six inches long, the diameter of your average orange. "You didn't," I said, struck dumb. 

"I can. I did," Leah said, smiling slyly and proudly at the same time. She flushed after closing the lid. She led me out into the room again. I sat, and she lowered herself into my lap again. I noted my time was up. I pulled 7 $20 bills from my jacket pocket, and handed them to her. She put one between her headlights, and held the rest. 

"Stay here," she said. She slid off my lap and stepped to the exit door. She reappeared a minute later. I could hear the downpour outside. "You need a ride out of here?" she asked. 

"I'll call a cab," I said. 

"Let me rephrase that. I'm offering. Would you like a ride out of here?" 

Something told me that if I refused, she wasn't going to let me live it down. "All right," I surrendered. 

I watched her dress, and we slipped into the main room and made it to the front entry. She told me to wait, then stepped outside. Five minutes later, an early-2000s BMW X3 SUV rolled to the curb. With no tint on the windows, I could just see Leah beckoning. 

I made the mad dash and piled into the front passenger seat. She drove off. In five minutes, I said, "We're nowhere near my neighborhood." 

She answered, "Can you enter your house through your garage?" I had a carport, I told her. 

"So you'd stand outside getting drenched while you unlock the house door. Come with me, get out of the Beemer in my garage, and I'll worry about what's next when the rain quits," Leah said. 

Thank God it was a Friday night. "So you're kidnapping me," I stated. 

She snorted. "Fuck. I'm a little hottie, you know you'd do anything I told you. Or go along with my mini master plan for the evening. Putty in my hands." 

She had a point. I sighed, not saying anything aloud. "Besides, it's temporary," she added. "I have to let you go back to your life. Someone might be pissed if you miss work, or some shit." 

Another point. She drove for another five minutes, carefully in the weather, a rare California downpour. We eased into a driveway and through an automatic garage door. 

The ignition switched off, and Leah said, "By the way, I have groceries in the back I could use help with." I looked over my shoulder. Sure enough. She stepped out and fingered her keys till she found what she needed. I grabbed the first and second of five paper bags from the vehicle. 

Two steps put me through the door into her kitchen. At the end of it, before the living room area, was a hallway. Its second wall was the near wall of the living room. The opposite living room wall was mostly open, and showed a flight of stairs. One or more bedrooms, a bathroom for sure; maybe an office or den or library. 

I set the groceries on a mobile island. "Not bad for a stripper," I noted. 

"Everybody who's been in here has said that," Leah confirmed, completely deadpan. "I do the club Thursday and Friday nights; I pull thirty hours as a paralegal the other three days every week." 

"And you're not dead, how?" I queried. 

"The club doesn't take that much out of me. For the most part, I find stress relief," Leah pointed out. She further told me this place was nearly paid for. 

"How old are you, anyway?" I asked. 

"I guess you like twenty questions," she said. "I'm thirty." 

"Had me fooled," I admitted. She didn't look a day over twenty-five. 

By this time she'd stashed the groceries away. She closed the living room drapery. She flipped on the TV as I followed her in. She channel-surfed, and found Wanted on cable. It was near the beginning. I parked myself on the leather couch when she turned to me and gestured. 

She walked over and stood next to me, slowly peeling off her clothes until she was nude. My attention wandered easily from the TV screen. She knew she had me since the private session at Class Act. She had been planning to offer me a ride, and used the weather to get me here; not that it was anything to complain about. 

She folded herself into my lap. She leaned back and said, "The no-touch rule has been lifted." I gently slid my arms around her, taking in her weight, her warmth, her smooth skin. "Oh, my God," I said quietly. "If you haven't been told, you're gorgeous." 

She turned, and her lips worked on my left cheek. I stayed exactly as I was. I said, "Do me a favor, and just sit here until the movie ends, all right?" 

She grinned, and I realized how lovely her facial features alone were. "Sure, as long as you want," she agreed. 

Nearly two hours later, the rain still fell, and the movie ended. I wasn't comatose, but I expected Leah to be. But she too was awake. "Would you like to come to bed?" she asked. 

"I don't want to seem forward, but I'd go to bed with you in a heartbeat," I stated. 

"I figured," Leah said. She led the way to her bedroom and a king bed. She undressed me, and I laid down. "No worries. This isn't a one-night stand or frantic sex. I want to take you for a ride. You want me to take you. Enjoy it, Tim," Leah said. 



She straddled my legs below my groin. She stretched out on top of me, and her left hand trailed down and found my standard equipment, already semi-hard. She fondled me very gently to full hardness, and she produced a condom and slid it over my shaft. 

Now I went to work. With her sitting on me, our lips met and our tongues probed. I fondled and groped her breasts, and rubbed my face on them. I continued, and Leah panted; she rubbed herself and put two fingers near my nose. I smelled her. 

She reached down and wrapped her hand gently around my cock. She shifted and guided me inside her. I gasped at the hot feeling of being between her legs. She leaned over, her tits resting gently on my face. She began a slow up-down rhythm, completely powered by her hips. 

"Damn. If you do that the entire time, it's fine by me. Fuck, that feels really good," I said, breathing hard in my enjoyment. We kissed some more, and she stayed with her theme of gentle. She maintained the rhythm with her hips. I fired into the condom twice while she worked. 

Keeping her hips moving, Leah said, "I'm wet. I need to get off. That means I need faster pumping. You ready?" she asked quietly. 

I couldn't possibly deny this lovely bombshell anything. "Go," I consented. In a feat of world-class coordination, Leah simply sped up her jackhammering hips. I clamped my hands on her shoulders from behind, and breathed deeply for as long as she worked. 

She slid me out of her. She sat up and plastered my face into her chest. Still spread-legged, she rubbed herself, took a breath, and muffled the lengthy scream that came while her serious orgasm doused my lap. She wasn't physically shaking, but her breathing was very shaky thanks to her climax. 

She rode the after-effects for a few minutes. "Shower?" she questioned. 

"Since you made a mess, yeah," I said. Stunning me again, she spun, and backed her bare ass directly into my face. She reached back and held my head for thirty seconds. The smooth, naked cheeks felt soft and supple. She turned to face me again, noting my dazed look. My head hit the pillow again. Leah leaned over and kissed my forehead. 

We showered separately, me taking special care to rid myself of Leah's gift. In truth, I certainly didn't mind. But as much of a smart-ass as she was, I was okay letting her think I did. 

We were now in the wee hours of the next morning. We crashed in the same bed for eight hours, neither of us sleeping more than five. Each of us had a light breakfast around 10. The rain was not coming down when I decided I wanted to get outdoors for a bit. I took 2 laps around Leah's block. 

By 2 o'clock, we had a light lunch of sandwiches and fruit. An hour after finishing, Leah announced she had to go do her duty again. "You can come along if you want," she added. In the bathroom, she peeled off all her clothes. I ditched my pants and boxers as Leah sat herself down. 

For a couple minutes, I stood there. I just admired her form, sitting there on the toilet. Eventually, she held out her hand. I reached over, and Leah spread her legs and guided me onto a small portion of the seat. 

She leaned into me, and I shivered, remembering the wonderful feel of her nude body in close proximity to me. She relaxed and did her business, leaving an earthy stench in the immediate area. Leah nestled me, and we moved off the toilet. She wiped and flushed and washed her hands. The look I got at her deposit revealed a very large, dark mass in the bowl. 

Not long after we returned to the living room area, there was a knock on the front door. Leah got up, checked it by cracking it, then opened it wide to allow the visitor to enter. It was Julie, the club owner who had facilitated my meeting Leah. 

"I just wanted to make sure things were okay," she said. "Nothing bad happened with you and you got here all right." 

"Yeah, everything's fine," Leah assured her. 

Julie was dressed in black jeans and a blue blouse. She was full-figured, about five-eight with a nice chest and a compact, solid-looking, very round ass. She had red hair, worn straight, no bangs, and green eyes. 

Surprisingly, she stepped over toward me, and I stood up. As she moved, I noted her hair was in a ponytail, and it dropped nearly to her butt. Julie hugged me. "Hi, Tim. Leah must have treated you okay," she said, keeping the hug on. I looped my arms just above her butt. 

Julie continued to hold me close, suddenly releasing a loud rumble. She'd passed gas. She looked at Leah, saying, "Bathroom?" Leah pointed. Then she looked at me. Then Julie did. She looked back at Leah and said, "What's the deal?" 

Nonchalantly, Leah stated, "Tim likes it when a lady takes a shit." 

Julie grinned. "I've heard of that kind of thing. Owning a club, you research into all kinds of sexually oriented things. I guess we're talking about ladies you find attractive, personally," she declared, looking at me. 

"Yes, ma'am," I admitted shyly. 

"Well shit, don't be too embarrassed. There's a lot of other helluva lot worse and even weirder things to be drawn to," she noted. "So if you want to come along, I'll let you, if you want the turn-on." 

I accepted, and Julie bestowed another brief hug before I followed her back to the porcelain fixture. Once there, she dropped her jeans and panties and sat. "You want to sit on my lap?" I nodded, faced Julie, and straddled her thighs, easing down carefully. 

"There. No problem," Julie assured me. She pulled her pony over the front of her shoulder. "Little problem with long hair when I need the toilet," she said. She gave me another wide, easy smile. 

We sat there. Julie relaxed, and wrapped her arms around my torso. I leaned toward her. She passed gas loudly again, sighing, and I felt her body working to empty her bowels. She took a breath and pushed, groaning for several seconds and not stopping her effort. 

Whatever ended up in the bowl, it had to be big and solid; it hit the water with a loud splash. With it gone, I heard Julie sigh. 

Not wanting her to think I was overly weird, I stood and stepped aside. Julie wiped and got her clothes back in position. I took a look while she washed her hands. A light-colored load about 4 inches long and as big around as my fist met my eyes. 



"Very nice," I said aloud. 

"I try," Julie said, smiling again. 

I flushed and we departed. When we returned to the living room, Julie parked herself next to Leah and sat me on her lap. She was also very pretty in her own way. She cuddled for a few minutes, then announced that she should be on her way. 

Julie told me it was nice to meet me and asked me to come visit the club again. That was pretty likely. 

The rain was not making things miserable, so we got into Leah's BMW and she put my home address in the nav and started driving. She stopped at the curb out front and we walked up and went inside, entering the living room. 

I sat down on my couch. Daringly, Leah was wearing a bathrobe. She stripped it off and faced me, straddling my lap. She kissed me, and then she rubbed her nude self all over me. She stood, and I watched her slide the robe back on. I thanked her profusely, and told her she was beautiful. 

She hugged me a final time as we stood by the door, and said, "Come see me again soon. Can't have you feeling deprived of my hotness." 




Stripper Delight



She went through the door and down the front walk, and I watched her drive away. I was seriously hoping to be able to make more evening appointments with that lovely entertainer. 

THE END