17 comments/ 61268 views/ 20 favorites MILFstrippers By: Catmoore "Squeeze those big tits darling." "Pinch your nipples, pull them, hard." "Sit on the edge of the bed, open your legs and push your tits together. "Stand up and take your panties off." "No leave them half way down your thighs, no push them to just below your knees." He was issuing a series of commands with which I willingly complied. "Sit on the edge of the bed." "Open your legs." "Show me your cunt." "Lay back, lift your legs up and open them wide." "Let me photograph your wet juicy cunt." This was how it went when Richard and I had a photo session. We had been doing this for a few years now. It helped spice up our sex life for we never finished a session without having a glorious fuck. Recently, though, it was not so much part of our sex life, but was becoming our sex life. I began to suspect that my husband could well be unable to make love to me without the stimulus of photographing me. I had become used to gradually undressing as he took photos of me flaunting myself at him and the camera in my underwear, topless and sometimes bottomless, but clothed above the waist. I had accepted being photographed in just my bra, just my panties and just my holdups; of posing in sexy underwear, basques, waspies and half cup bras that I enjoyed buying both on the net and from shops. I was becoming used to: being naked, of being shot from all angles and later seeing pictures of my tits my nipples, my bum and my pussy. I was now comfortable with Richard taking shots of me as I started to masturbate with close ups of my fingers inside the hood pressing on my clit. And of course I had become particularly accustomed to fucking myself with my fingers or my vibrator as he digitally recorded it for our later exciting viewing. After a while I began to look forward to our sessions. And that was not just because I knew I would be quite royally fucked at the end of it, but also because I enjoyed flaunting myself at the camera. My husband had unwittingly uncovered a streak of exhibitionism in me that neither of us knew existed. Our marriage, however was going tits up. We had been married for over twenty years. Our two children were at university and Richard worked murderous hours as a corporate lawyer and travelled excessively; he was away from home at least a week a month. I was lonely, I didn't seem to have any purpose, either as a mother or a wife. As Richard travelled more and worked even longer hours our sex life deteriorated rapidly until it hardly existed other than the photo sessions. I began to suspect that he needed the stimulus of me undressing to get going. I was continually frustrated. I wanted and needed more sex and I knew that if I didn't get it I would end up having an affair. I had one affair a few years ago and although it was exciting and enjoyable the guilt, the excuses and the lies it necessitated severely detracted from the pleasure. I had fallen in love with him and that frightened me. I didn't want that to happen again for I didn't want to break up our family, I didn't want to leave our home and I didn't want lose the kids. Fuck what a shambles I would think usually when Richard was out entertaining clients or away in New York and I was at home messing around on yahoo messenger or writing erotic stories for Literotica. These and exchanging correspondence with mainly male, but the occasional female reader of my Lit stories became my sex life, well excuse for it. Masturbation, either when I was composing an erotic story or, when chatting to a man on messenger and sometimes watching him naked and erect on his cam, became my main sexual outlet. I and my life were in a mess and couldn't see a way out. I was on yahoo late one evening phone chatting and camming with an American guy who lived in Aberdeen. I had got to know him quite well. We were both wearing the typical late night chat gear; he was in boxers and me a red, silk robe. I had told him of my dilemma in previous chats and some emails we exchanged; we had become quite close. We were talking about films and film stars and I told him that I thought that Catherine Deneuve was one of the most beautiful and sexy actresses. That led us onto talking about her films and I agreed that the scene in The Hunger where she seduces Susan Sarandon was one of the most erotic lesbian scenes that it would be possible to create That elicited the inevitable. "Are you bi then Cat?" "I don't know, but I find beautiful bodies whether they are male or female very attractive." "Do you find them sexy?" "Yes I do and I find seeing beautiful people making love very sexy, well erotic I suppose." "I know what you mean" he replied the cam showing the effect it was having on his boxers. "Have you seen Belle de Jour?" I asked him. "Is that where CD becomes hooker in a brothel in the afternoons?" "Yes it is." "Why do you ask?" He said resting his hand lightly on his groin. I laughed and held the tie of my robe. "Maybe that's what I should do." "What become a hooker?" "Well it would get me the sex without having an affair." "That's a bit extreme Cat" he said, adding. "You know what this is doing to me don't you?" "I can see" I replied pulling gently on the tie and saying softly. "Yes Mike?" "Please Cat" he replied lifting his bum off the bed and pushing his shorts down. He was beautifully hard. I pulled the tie and my robe fell open. I was naked underneath. * As was usual the first thing I did the next morning when I got up around eight was to check my emails. We live in a town fifteen miles or so to the north of London in a horrid old mausoleum of a Victorian house that has been in Richard's family since it was built. The only two things I like about the house is that it and the garden are not overlooked and the conservatory I had built on the back of the house overlooking the large garden; I hate the rest of it. I always sleep naked and sometimes don't shower and dress until late morning doing what I need to do in the buff and that includes writing for Lit. I like doing that, just as I will sunbathe in the nude in the garden. There was a mail in my yahoo inbox. It was from Mike the guy I had been chatting to and with whom I had masturbated the previous evening, which was something that was becoming ever more frequent recently. The mail read. Hi Cat, As usual it was wonderful making cyberlove to you last night. As you saw you made me cum very hard and somehow produce more sperm than usual; I wonder why? I hope that it was as good for you as it was for me and that you enjoyed it as much as you appeared to. The expression on your face as you said you were cumming was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen. But then you know that is the category in which I hold you. After you left I was thinking. Naturally a great deal of my thought was on what we had just experienced together and unusually for me I was hard again within an hour and that's not that common amongst us fifty plus somethings! As there was no chance of a 'second cumming' with you for I knew you would be sound asleep, naked in your bed my thoughts drifted onto what you said about B de J and CD. I had a peep on youtube at both the films we discussed and I couldn't agree more that she is ravishing. I had quite forgotten that and also just how sexy Helen Mirren was, well is actually, did you see her in that red bikini last year? The scene in The Hunger where HM spills red wine on her top and takes it off is so hard on inducing that had I not already had one that would have done the job. When she and CD go to bed behind those thin lace curtains and make love must rank as the most erotic film scene I have ever seen. And yes love I did jerk off again. That made me quite proud actually! I digress. When you talked, tongue in cheek I hope, about joining a brothel that jerked something in the back of my mind. After I had finished my threesome with CD and HM I put in some serious thinking and I recalled what had jerked my memory. I won't go into great depth here but will just give you a website to look at and will leave the rest to you. Access it or forget it, go along with what it says or ignore it. That's all up to you and I will never mention it again. If you wish to tell me anything about it you know I will be all ears, but I will never pry. Hoping to 'see you' again real soon. Big, big hugs Mike xxx* My curiosity primed I accessed the site immediately. Numerous photos came up of women in their late thirties, forties and even fifties and sixties with the tag line. 'It's never too late.' Gradually the photos changed from head and shoulder shots to full length and then even more intriguingly to photos of those women in their underwear and then naked. It was all quite tasteful even if some of the bodies were slightly beyond their sell by date. Most though were in pretty good shape and were quite sexy. I went further into the site and learned that they arranged for 'strip tease artistes' as they referred to them, to attend functions of all types and sizes and that MILFstrippers ran several clubs in pubs usually twice a week in both the afternoons and evenings. '35+ love your body, we want you' was another tag line. I realised then why Mike had sent it to me. "Is that Ms Pendle?" The husky female voice with a not unpleasant American accent asked when I answered my mobile a week or so later. I hadn't recognised the number so had nearly not taken the call. "Who?" "Catherine Pendle?" Pendle was a second name I sometimes used when I didn't wish to reveal my real name, but I had momentarily forgotten that. "Oh yes, yes it is, who's calling?" "Did you recently complete an online questionnaire?" "No." "It was a potential application for work, modelling work." "Oh right, er yes I did. Are you from MILFstrippers?" She said that she was and asked me numerous questions making sure that I was the person who had completed the form and sent a couple of photos as requested. "And you would like to be considered for a position as one our artistes?" I said that I would and we arranged a meeting in a couple of days time. "We have an office just off Oxford Street where we could meet, but if you prefer a pre-meeting we could meet in a coffee shop." Thinking in for a penny in for a pound I agreed to the office. At the smart, but small offices in the better end of Oxford Street nearer to Bond Street than Tottenham Court Road, I met Carlton and Lisa the owners of the business. They were both probably in their fifties and were very pleasant. There was nothing seedy about them or the premises. They took their time explaining the process. They explained that they had been arranging striptease acts for years and that they provide girls for most of the laptop and strip clubs in and around London as well as for a host of private functions. It was Lisa was who had called me. She was tall, slim and blonde, with full breasts that looked suspiciously as though they had been enhanced. Not classically beautiful for her nose was very pronounced and her lips were thin, she was well dressed in a cream, cotton blouse, tight, brown leather trousers and high heels. She had a yellow scarf loosely wrapped round her neck along with several necklaces and at least six bangles on her wrists. Probably having one or maybe two too many buttons undone on the blouse the swells of her well-rounded breasts were flashed quite frequently. She oozed sex appeal. "Many girls only like to work well away from where they live" Lisa explained adding. "So we run afternoon and evening sessions all over London and the Home Counties, usually in pubs. They told me that older women were in very great demand recently hence, the new site dedicated to 'wrinklies like us' Carlton explained laughing. "We also provide ladies for dinners, small and quite large, private functions and parties in customer's homes." I asked a few questions and they answered readily and asked why I was interested. I began to relax and explained that I was interested because my husband was away a great deal and being a bit of an exhibitionist thought I might enjoy it. "You enjoyed modelling for the photos?" Carlton asked. "Yes I did?" "Who took them?" "My husband." "Lucky man" Carlton smiled. "May I ask for a few details Cat?" He said turning to his laptop. "Of course." "Age?" "Forty four." He tapped that in. "Height?" "Five seven." "Weight?" "Nine stone four." "Er what's that in pounds we have many American clients." Lisa chipped in. "One thirty, very nice Cat." "Body type?" I hesitated not quite understanding the question. Again Lisa answered. "You could put lovely, but slim and rounded is probably more apt." I smiled my thanks at her and again she held my gaze as she slowly lifted her hand and brushed the long lock of golden blonde hair that had fallen down her forehead up onto her head. As she did that the material of her top was stretched across her full breast and I saw the outline of her nipple. It was clearly hard. "Stats?" "Thirty four C to D, twenty four, thirty six." "Hair and eye colours? Ash blonde at present and blue yes? That's it Cat thanks." They explained the financial terms and then asked if I would mind undressing. "Only down to your underwear" Lisa explained. I felt ok when I slipped my thin dress off and stood before them in my white bra and thong. They both walked round me looking at me from all angles. I had no idea what they were checking, but I obviously passed the test. "Thanks Cat, you have a lovely body" Lisa said again looking into my eyes. "Yes very nice" Carlton said adding. "Well if the terms are ok for you Cat we would like you on our books." "Really?" I said probably sounding surprised for they both smiled as I did up the zip and buttons on my dress. "Yes really you are as near our ideal woman as anyone can be, you'll be a wow with MILF strippers" Carlton told me. "Have you done anything like this before Cat?" Lisa asked her eyes on mine. "Not stripping no." "But you have modelled for a photographer haven't you?" "Yes but that was for my husband." "No one else?" "No" I smiled. We sat down round a small coffee table and Lisa made some tea. "Let's work out the best way to get you started?" We agreed that I should start by looking at a couple of DVDs and then visit one of their club nights in a pub in West London, several miles from me. "We can then have a practice session in one of the pubs with no audience there, just you and me" Lisa said adding. "And I will coach you" as she again held my gaze a little too long. 'Is she trying to pull me?' I wondered. * The induction as they called it went well. My first experience was meeting Lisa and Carlton at the pub in West London. They took that over two nights a week and had their MILFparty as they called it one night and their GIRLYparty the other. They had another website GIRLYstripper that was for younger women. The room was pretty full and I guessed that there must have been a hundred or so people there. Most were men, but there was a spattering of women and surprisingly most of those were young. There was a small stage about a foot or so high at one end of the room and a bar at the other. I was standing with Carlton and Lisa in a small roped off alcove. 'The VIP Gallery' as Carlton laughingly called it. There were a few other men and one female in there. I watched fascinated, but a little nervously as the first artist came onto the stage. She was probably in her early fifties and was a little tarty, or so I thought. She had bleached, dirty blonde hair piled up on her head with tresses tumbling down, heavy make-up and long dangling ear rings. She was wearing a tight, silky, sheath dress that clung to her like a second skin. It wasn't flattering anywhere other than her boobs. They were spectacular under the thin material. I wondered if they were real. The skirt ended mid-thigh so she only had to move slightly and the hem would ride up to show the tops of her obvious holdups. The music got louder and she started to perform. Slowly gyrating round the stage I saw that what she may have lacked in appearance she more than made up for with her movements for they were very sexy. In addition to bending forward and backwards and gliding around she frequently touched herself, but not in too blatant a manner. She would slide her fingertips across her tummy, run a hand down her bare arm and then softly touch her breasts. The audience seemed to love her. The first song ended with her still fully dressed. I was to learn that the process was one song stay fully dressed, during the second undress to the underwear and then the third pose naked or near so. That meant each strip took a round ten minutes. The second song was slower and Adell moved right to the edge of the stage. With one hands cupping her boob she put her other hand out to a guy standing at the front. He took it and helped her down onto the floor. She smiled and gave him a dazzling smile before kissing him on the cheek. She moved around the pub touching and kissing guys and adroitly avoiding groping hands until she got back to the guy who had helped down from the stage. I didn't hear what she said, but it soon became obvious when she turned her back on him and he undid the zip on the dress. She held onto the front as he helped her back onto the stage, which wasn't an easy manoeuvre in the tight dress. She played the audience well giving them brief glimpses of her breasts in her bra and lots of looks at her back that showed clearly she was wearing a black thong. Slowly the dress came off to loud cheers from the audience. Her thong was very brief and she was wearing holdups, all were black. She returned to the edge of the stage where she sat down. Looking out at the audience, many of whom wouldn't be able to see her now, she slowly opened her legs and let one hand fall casually between them. There was some gasps and cheers from the nearer guys. She caught the eyes of several who were near to her and then beckoned to one. He came up close and she turned her body so her back was towards him. I could actually see his hands shaking as he undid her bra that she held onto. Back standing on the stage she slowly exposed her tits and, surprisingly to me at least when the bra was eventually removed, they clearly were real. I watched a couple more performances by two rather more elegant and stylish women. Both were probably in their mid to late forties with one being very petite with an almost boy-like figure whilst the other was tall, probably six feet and well built, but not overweight as Adell was. MILFstrippers clearly tried to cater for all tastes. I have to admit that watching the three girls excited me and when I 'met' Mike online later it took only a few minutes before we started to masturbate. * The coaching session was arranged for the following Wednesday afternoon at a small club in Mayfair, not far from the office. Lisa asked for my thoughts about the club the other night and I said that I enjoyed watching and meeting the girls who did three strips each. "You feel you would be ok with that size of audience?" "Yes I think so." She explained the way I should go about walking, sitting, standing and posing generally. She gave me lots of little tips and described the way I should undress. "You happy to go naked?" She asked. "Yes that's no problem?" "How about open leg stuff?" "How do you mean?" I asked rather lamely. "Well like this" she said sitting on the floor, putting her arms behind her, raising her knees and opening her legs in the tight-fitting jeans she was wearing. "Men like to inspect the beaver" she smiled up at me." MILFstrippers I wasn't at all sure I could do that, but recalled both Adell and the other two women had put on beaver shows the other evening so I said that I could. "Ok then follow me" she said flicking on her iPod. Moving very sensuously she slowly undid her blouse and dropped that on the floor. "Your turn Cat." I did the same feeling that I did it as good as she had, but she told me I was too quick. "Every movement, every gesture has to be slow and very distinct she explained" standing very close to me. We were both in trousers and bras. "Try it again taking your bra off." She clicked the iPod on again and I shimmied round in front of her to a Michael Bubler number. As slowly as I possibly could I unclipped my bra and holding the cups onto my boobs as the girls had at the club I continued my bumping and grinding slow dance. Looking at Lisa I put both of my hands on my boobs and was about to slip the bra off when I had an idea. I squeezed my boobs and pinched my nipples playing with them just as a man would. I ran one hand down my body and slid it lightly across my tummy and rested it on my thigh right alongside my pubic mound. Using my other hand I eased the bra away from my breasts slowly revealing them. I was becoming aroused and that was increased when Lisa whispered. "Oh Cat that was great, well done." As she said that she reached behind her and unclipped her bra and removed it. Her tits hardly moved telling me that they almost certainly had been worked on. "Thanks Lisa." "You're very welcome Cat, now the trousers" she said very quietly and quite huskily. There was a repeat performance of her showing me what do, me doing it, again too fast and then repeating it as she looked on dressed in just her panties and heels. She clapped this time. "Bravo, that was wonderful" She said moving close to me. It was a very odd feeling. We were both wearing thongs and heels and nothing else. There was an obvious sexual atmosphere, which became stronger when she asked. "Would you be up for a two girl strip Cat?" I gulped. "What's that?" "You and another girl stripping together, well more stripping each other." "I don't know I guess so" I replied as I saw her nipples harden. "It's very popular at private functions." "Really?" "Oh yes as is going further than undressing." "How do you mean?" "Well offering extras." "Such as?" "Oh it varies. Letting the punters touch you or kiss you, play with your boobs that sort of thing. It's where the real money is." That gave me a buzz. It was becoming more like Belle de Jour. "Would you be interested Cat?" "Yes I might well be, what's the money like?" "Well we pay more when you go to a function like that, say three hundred for a couple of hour session, but it's the tips that really do it." "What are they like?" I asked as I realised we were standing so close that our nipples were only inches apart and that mine had hardened as much as hers. "It depends on what you do, but anything from a couple of hundred for a few quick gropes up to a grand or so if you have sex in front of the group." "Serious stuff then." "Oh very serious Cat. So now the knickers" she said thickly as she pushed hers down showing that she was completely bald. I slid mine off and we stood naked looking at each other. "You really are very beautiful and so sexy" she whispered taking hold of my hand. "Thank you." "You are so very welcome Cat" Lisa whispered as she moved her face towards me, presumably in preparation to kiss me. At the same time she ran the tip of her finger around the palm of my hand. I was tempted, but drew back. I had never gone down that road and didn't think that right now was the time to start. I moved back. "Sorry luv, I'm not that way." She smiled and whispered back as she picked up her bra. "Not yet Cat, not yet. * The first gig was back at the bar where I had seen the girls during my induction. I was as nervous as hell, but everything seemed to go well and I got some loud applause and loads of whistles at least as much as the other three girls. The buzz I got from it far exceeded anything I had imagined. I loved flaunting myself and, seeing the lust in the men's eyes. It gave me a sort of power as I imagined them becoming erect simply from looking at me and, presumably imagining fucking me. We did three sessions of about ten minutes each so the show lasted about two hours. When I wasn't performing I would chat to the other women as we got ready for our next show. They were very ordinary women. Two others were married and did this for pin money and the other who was single openly said "I do it for kicks." I liked them and we got on well. They asked me why I had started and I told them truthfully that it was boredom. In the half hour interval the four of us sat around drinking tea and coffee and I asked about the private functions. They had all been to them and told me they varied from football, rugby and cricket club stag dos, through more upmarket parties such as hedge fund charities to smaller, private dinner parties where they might be just six or eight guys. The level of the girls' participation would broadly have been agreed with Lisa and Carlton beforehand one of the girls said adding "So there would be no hiccups, surprises or unfortunate incidents." Rather naively I asked what she meant and she replied. "Darling to fuck or not to fuck is the question they want to know." I was beginning to see that MILFstrippers was more than I had thought and more similar to Bell de Jour than I imagined. I did a few more bar gigs to, as Lisa put it when she asked "Any change of heart or mind yet darling? Get used to being naked in front of an audience." As indeed I was doing; not just getting used to it, but loving it. After getting home from the gigs I felt so horny I simply had to masturbate, sometimes more than once and sometimes with Mike. I could also hardly wait for the next gig. I began to realise that this whole stripping thing, this flaunting my body to a group of people and this being naked in public was playing so some need I had. I was getting such a kick from seeing the men, and women, staring at me, ogling me and seemingly lusting for me. There must have been a dormant something in me that Richard had started to release or exploit when he took pictures of me and which was now exploding into full maturity with what I was doing. I desperately wanted to do more, but deep down I was beginning to find the pub scene a little tacky and ordinary. I wanted something out of the ordinary. I wanted something better, something even more exciting. I wanted the private functions. And Lisa agreed. "We have to test you first love" she said pecking me on the cheek and slipping her arm round me and resting her hand on my bum. "Any change of heart yet baby?" Smiling I replied. "Leave it Lisa, I am dead straight." "That's as maybe darling, but it's where the real money is." "What do you mean?" "Small private functions of around twenty or so pay massive money to have a live lessy show in front of them" she told me. "Massive?" "Yes easily a grand each, maybe more." "How much do they pay for sex then?" "What between one of them and you?" "Yes." "If you're lucky a few hundred. You get more if you take on a few guys." I was beginning to realise even more what I was getting into and surprisingly it excited rather than depressed me. I had come to terms with being naked as the centre of attention when stripping and now I was starting to come to terms with the fact that I would soon have to have some form of sex. To me that wasn't really an issue. The real issue was just how much sex and with whom I would do it. My relationship with Richard was deteriorating. It seemed that the more I got into the stripping and the more excitement and pleasure I got from that the less I needed anything from him. That was just as well for with the travelling back and forth to New York on top of the massive hours and the constant entertaining he had little or no energy left for anything else. I often wondered whether he had bits on the side, but never asked. I had pretty much now given up on the marriage. Parting and divorce seemed to be an inevitability and that disturbed me. I hated the idea of the loneliness and getting back on the dating scene. Money, therefore became more important to me and this gave me a means to stash some away. I did a few club suppers. They were easy and usually there were four of us there, so there was 'safety in numbers.' Most of the guys got pretty drunk and were out for a good time. So as we stripped they were vulgarly, yet humorously funny and quite entertaining yet appreciative. They wanted to be involved so generally we would get down to our panties on the stage then make a tour of the room in just them and perhaps stockings, either hold ups or with a sussie belt. We would rub our boobs against the back of a few guys heads, sit on the laps of a few, kiss some and let one or two have a feel. Generally the evening would end with all the girls and one or two guys on stage with us undressing them. Sometimes just down to their boxers, but sometimes to nothing. Some would get hard and one of us, not me so far would masturbate him if he wanted that. It was all good fun, but tacky and not something I particularly enjoyed. Nevertheless, I realised, it was what I had to go through if I wanted to 'go further' with MILFstrippers and the more I was with them the more I wanted to go further. * "We really are very pleased with you Cat, you have done so well" Carlton said as he, Lisa and I had lunch at Scotts in Mayfair one Thursday afternoon. I thanked him and they told me that all the feedback they had received from the other girls and the customers was positive and that they would like me to join their private party group. "What's that?" I asked sucking on the leg of a lobster that I had noticed cost forty pounds. "Our elite ladies" Carlton explained. "We have a number of clients who are very wealthy, often famous and always well connected" Lisa when on. "They tend to have private parties or..............." she paused and looked at Carlton who said. "Go on." "For whom we arrange parties." "I see." "Whichever way, the parties are discrete, exceptionally well catered and are held in only the most prestigious locations usually apartments or luxury houses" she explained. Carlton took over. "And we supply ladies for the client's pleasure. We have set up a team who man those parties and we would like you to join that team." Lisa put her hand on mine and smiled. "Yes and we probably want you to join our elite ladies Cat." I didn't move my hand, but neither did she as I looked at her and our gazes locked. She didn't have to speak, but I knew what she was wordlessly saying. I smiled and nodded as I said quietly. "Maybe not yet has arrived Lisa." "I do hope so darling" she replied squeezing my hand. "Now, now girls not in public" Carlton smiled leaning across and pecking me on the cheek. "Congratulations Cat." "How many in the team and what do you mean probably?" I asked. "Oh a couple of dozen or so, we have to have rotation." "I didn't realise there were that many milfs." "There isn't we use ladies from both MILF and GIRLYstrippers in the elite team." "Oh I see so that's how they connect. I was wondering about the demand for old wrinklies." "There is a big demand Cat, it's almost every young guy's dream to fuck an older woman" Carlton explained continuing. "And seeing them undress at the big dos and get even closer at the private functions is the next best thing." "Or darling" Lisa said quietly. "Even get to fuck one" as she looked deep into my eyes. "So probably?" I asked. "Well Cat" Carlton said. "You haven't actually been, as it were, in action yet have you?" A few days later Lisa rang. "Ready Cat?" "For what" I asked worrying that I had forgotten an appointment. "Your first private. Your first elite outing." "Sure" I replied sounding more relaxed and confident than I felt. She explained that it was a group of friends, usually six or seven who had been in the same club at Oxford and held private dinners each quarter. I learned that they were usually held in houses or apartments in London and that they were often really late or all night affairs. "For some bizarre reason, probably not wanting to give their mates any dirt on them, they only want to touch and watch, see you play with yourselves, but no full sex." "Ok" I replied strangely feeling a sense of disappointment. "It's best for your first private Cat." "Who else will be there?" "Just Maggie and Cheryl" she told me naming a woman of my age, Maggie and a younger woman Cheryl. She gave me the rest of the arrangements. Richard was home when I took the calls, but was going to Frankfurt the night of my engagement so I had no worries about the evening. The agency organised a car to collect me and Cheryl who lived on the way from St Albans to Notting Hill where the get together was being held. We were meeting Maggie at Marylebone Station where she would arrive from her home in Chalfont St Giles. The agency really was very well organised and thought of everything including providing us with alarm bleepers and having the car driver as the girls protector. I never quite found out what we were supposed to do with the bleepers when we were naked, but then as Lisa had explained "We vet the clients very well and we have never had a girl feel the need to use it. I had not met Cheryl before she got into the car outside her flat in Camden Town. She was a little daunting for not only was she very young, probably barely twenty, but also she was stunning. She had a gorgeous face, shoulder length, blonde hair with extensions, long slim legs poking out from a ridiculously short, black micro skirt and what looked to be a slimly sensational body. We got to know each other on the journey. She'd been with the agency for nearly two years since she was eighteen and now only did private events. "I'm totally elite" she smiled. I was dying to ask more questions particularly how often she had full sex with the customers, but felt it wiser to hold back. Maggie was about my age and quite buxom. Probably a little overweight her height, however, helped her carry that off; in all ways she was a big girl. She had long, curly, rather unruly auburn hair, and big features that included huge, green eyes, very voluptuous lips, prominent cheeks bones and a larger than was ideal nose with flared nostrils. Her striking feature was her huge breasts; she was at least a double D. From having worked with her and seen her naked I knew that she had a little paunch, some excess on her hips and bum, but not much a sag with her boobs. The plan was that Maggie would go first, followed by me and then Cheryl. We would do the typical three by five minute tunes each ending up naked. There would be a break for twenty minutes or so then we would repeat that sequence, but with me on first. This time we would start in our underwear and would finish playing with our boobs and rubbing our pussies a little, but not full masturbation Lisa had stressed. Again the efficiency of the agency impressed me for all the arrangements including the no need to masturbate had been confirmed by email. The third session would include all three of us. Again we would start in our underwear and after removing some of that we would sit on their laps, kiss them and let them play with us. If any of them asked we would masturbate them and let them finger us and rub our clits, before we masturbated ourselves. It was left up to us as to how we would end it, but the email from Lisa did ask 'It would be appreciated by them and expressed in their tip if you let them cum on you.' My first session went well and was greeted with well-behaved, appreciative and generous applause and remarks. I enjoyed it. There were only five guys there, all probably in their late thirties so I didn't feel too out of place. Cheryl and Maggie also both thought their sessions had gone well and told me they thought that the guys were a good, well-behaved group. For my second session I wore black hold ups with black patent killer heels. My underwear was a pair of boy shorts, which were very tight accentuating my rather prominent pubic mound and a bra that was cut acutely across my boobs so that almost, but not quite the edges of my areola were displayed. The bra and panties were pink with black lace and grey spots. I had bought the matching pair on a London shopping trip in Agent Provocateur, they had cost a hundred pounds. I walked into the fairly dimly lit room feeling nervous, but excited for the idea of playing with myself in front of an audience really gave me a buzz. Although some minor touching and stroking was done at the club sessions, we were not allowed to go very far. The guys had now left the dining table. Three were sitting on a black leather sofa and two were in similar leather chairs facing each other at right angles to the sofa. That left a space between the dining table and the chairs that was clearly where I was to perform. The intimacy of it gave me a charge. I put the iPod on and began moving to the music, a slow, rhythmic, jazzy number. It was incredible watching the eyes riveted to my body as I swayed and moved, turned and wriggled, gyrated and writhed my body at them. I cupped my breasts, squeezed them and pushed them together. I ran my fingers down my body and just into my panties and I let the shoulder straps of my bra slip down my arms, but I didn't take anything off. The music changed and I turned away from them, I bent over nearly touching my toes and I looked back at them. Straightening up I walked to the sofa. I put my hands and grabbed two of the guy's hands. I pulled them up and indicated to the other to get up as well. "I don't do floors boys" I said lying on the sofa as two sat and one stood before me. I again caressed my breasts before sliding my hands down my body, into my panties and right onto my pussy. I was soaked and I wanted to masturbate, but resisted the temptation, just about. "Take them off Cat" one of them said. "Take what off?" "Fucking everything let's see the lot" another croaked. Smiling I leaned forward so I presented my back to one of them. I looked at him, raised my eyebrows and whispered. "Please." He got the idea and after a bit of fumbling undid the clasp of my bra. I slowly removed it to sounds of appreciation from them, although they had already seen my C going on D cup tits earlier. I played with them as the music changed to the third number. The closeness of the guys, the intimacy of the situation and the feelings I was giving myself all combined to take me so close to an orgasm. I was very near to cumming when one leaned over and said. "Can I take them off Cat?" "Yes, yes please" I croaked now wanting to be naked, wanting them to look at me, wanting to flaunt myself and wanting the five young men to look at my cunt. As one took hold of my panties and started sliding them down another cupped my breasts and one more kissed me. I felt myself responding and it took all of my resistance not to wrap my arms round his neck and shove my tongue down his throat. My panties got caught on my bum so I lifted up and let the guy pull them off my legs. I was gloriously naked apart from my black, nylon holdups and I felt marvellous. "Get out the fucking way" a rather plummy voice called out. "Let us at the back see the action too." The guys moved away a little way leaving me lying on the sofa. Flat on my back with my head against the arm I turned my body a little so they could all see. I raised my knees so that my heels were on the seat of the sofa. Momentarily thinking they might mark the leather and I should move them, was driven from my head as I looked from one face to the other. It was so quiet that their breathing and sighs seemed very loud. MILFstrippers "Come on Cat." "What?" "Show us?" "What these?" I asked cupping my breasts, knowing full well what he meant. "No." "What then?" "Your pussy." "My what?" "Your cunt, show us your cunt Cat." The use of that word was so evocative. It excited me. I hate it when used as in 'You cunt' but when it's used properly as in 'My cunt' or 'Your cunt' it thrills me. "You want to see my cunt boys" I asked? "Fucking hell Cat yes." Looking from one to the other I slowly opened my legs and revelled in the gasps and the 'Oh yeses' as five pairs of eyes stared at my glisteningy wet cunt. 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