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The Strip Club

By: Starr



Call me Starr. I work in a strip bar in a small Midwestern town. Most girls dance for the money, but I do it because it turns me on.

To me, there's nothing better than slipping into a skin-tight bodysuit and prancing around stage in front of horny men. Their hoots and howls make my pussy drool. My favorite part of the job is taking a man into a private booth and sandwiching his face between my tits. If I like a customer, I let him buy me a few drinks, then take me to a hotel after the bar closes. Allowing a stranger to shove his love muscle into my orifices excites me. But sometimes I just can't wait for my shift to end, and I have to satisfy carnal desires right there in the club.

Take, for example, last Saturday night when I found myself craving cock so badly I could barely keep my panties dry. We had a lively crowd that night, the kind that drive bouncers crazy. Customers were trying to claw their way onto the stage. I secretly wanted them to come up and gang bang me, but the bouncers pulled them back every time.

Just before my third dance routine of the night, I went into the dressing room to get ready. I put on a shiny, silver T-shirt, a matching thong bikini and thigh-high boots. I turned my body sideways and looked in the mirror. Bleach-blonde hair cascaded half way down my back. My tits stood at attention, like two loyal soldiers. I was looking good.

I went to the disc jockey's booth and told him to play something upbeat.

When the stripper before me stepped off of the stage, my heart began to flutter.

"OK guys, I want you to get ready to blaaaaaaaast oooooooooff," the D.J. said. "This next girl is going to take you a galaxy far, far away. So come on everybody, give it up for . . . Starr."

A hush fell over the crowd as I sashayed up the steps to the dais. The stage-side seats were filled with stiff-dicked men. They kept wads of dollar bills in one hand and half-full bottles of beer in the other. A hard bass drum began to pound. I knew just how to rile them. First, I gyrated my hips and licked my lips. Then, I lifted my shirt just enough to show the underside of my tits. This was just the warm up, and some guys were already leaning forward in their seats, waving bills and begging for special attention. I live for these moments. My pussy gushed.

As the second song began, I peeled off my shirt and flung it at a man wearing a camouflage Army uniform in the front row. It flopped onto his head. He pressed the shirt into his face and let my honeysuckle perfume engulf him. He smiled and winked. I gazed at him and drew circles around my nipples with my fingertips. The soldier was cute. I memorized where he was sitting so I could pay him special attention later. His name tag said: "Sgt. Robinson."

On the side of the stage nearest the bar, an obese man leaned back in his chair with his arms crossed. I waltzed toward him. Shifting in his chair, he hesitantly held out a dollar. I set my arms akimbo and raised an eybrow at him. He thrust the bill toward me, nodding his head.

"Take it," he said.

"Oh no," I said, scolding him with the wag of a finger. "You don't get off that easy."

I picked up his bottle of beer and slurped down half of it in three slow gulps. Then I took another small sip and left the beer in my mouth, swishing it around as I snatched the dollar out of his hand. I bent my body over the railing and tucked the bill into the zipper of his jeans. He flinched, but relaxed after I smiled at him.

"It's OK," I said. "I'm a professional."

My head dove into his crotch. I bobbed my head, making believe his cock was plunging into my mouth on the downstroke. His love muscle pulsated so passionately, I could see the palpatations through his pants. When I knew he was ready to cum, I brushed my face against his cock, then put my hands on his knees and hoisted myself up. Our eyes locked together, and I let the foamy beer dribble down my chin, as if it were his hot jizz. I'm pretty sure he busted a nut right there. I dipped my head down to his lap one more time to pick up the dollar with my teeth.

The hard throbs from the speakers faded. For the culmination of my performance, I had chosen a slow and seductie melody layered with the sounds of waves lapping against the shore. As the song floated elegantly through the bar, I slid the thong panties off of my legs. The guys began to salivate when they saw my muff, which was shaved into a thin, blonde mohawk.

I grabbed the centerstage pole with both hands and arched my back. A few men whistled as I whirled my self in a circle.

After I stopped, I found the soldier and fixed my gaze on him. He cooly sipped his beer, then set it down. I prowled toward him.

I slowly leaned over the rail so my tits would touch his face and my mouth hovered above his ear.

"Hi soldier," I whispered.

He said nothing, only inhaled deeply, savoring my sweet perfume.

"I've got orders from the general," I said.

His ears perked up and he turned his head to look me in the eye.

"Oh yeah," he said. "What are they?"

"Sgt. Robinson, you're offiially assigned to come on stage and fuck me," I said.

He climbed over the brass railing and started to put his arms aroud me.

"No," I said. "We have to be careful. The manager has rules here. Just lay on your back and I'll do the rest."

Like a good soldier, he did as he was told. There was an enormous lump in his green and brown pants. I straddled the soldier and lowered my glistening labia onto his bulge. Tingles, like the flaps of a thousand butterfly wings, flew up my spine. I rubbed my vagina on his pants and watched his face contort in ecstasy. We moaned.

I imagine that plenty of customers were whistling and carrying on, but I had blocked them out. We both had.

I couldn't take it anymore. I needed his big gun inside my holster.

Leaning over, I whispered in his ear: "Pull your dick out of your pants and put it in me."

I saw him unbutton his pants. Then I felt a tremendous zap as his love missile shot into me. Sgt. Robinson's cock was huge-- bigger than I ever thought. I bobbed my pelvis for him as he tweaked my nipples.

We fucked hard, making no attempt to conceal what we were doing. I came quickly. My whole body shuddered.

Sgt. Robinson was ready to cum, too. His body tensed.

"Shoot it in me," I yelled. "Make my pussy take every drop of your sweet jizz!"

He let his splooge shoot into me, and my womb ate it all.

The song faded as I dismounted his cock. We stood to a standing ovation.

The next day Sgt. Robinson sent me a note, saying he had to go on a secret mission overseas but he hoped I would still be in town when he got back.

I never saw him again. In fact, our tryst got the bar closed down. It seems a deputy sheriff was enjoying some R and R at the bar when he saw our act. The cops couldn't charge Sgt. Robinson and I for prostitution because he never gave me money. So they went after the bar's owner for running what they called a "flophouse."

I'm at a new strip bar now. It's near an airport, so I dance for a lot of stiff travellers in suits. But I'm always hoping that maybe -- just maybe -- Sgt. Robinson will come in and we'll be able to do it all over again.

The Strip Club



There is a soft smoky haze in the strip club, your chair is only a few feet from the stage and the dark haired dancer, with the firm jiggling tits, the smooth shaven pussy, and the to-die-for ass has your massive cock standing at full attention. 

You shift uncomfortably in your chair, your erection straining against the rough material of your pants. You try to discreetly stroke it along your inner thigh, your palm sliding slowly back and forth. You look down and notice the dark spot on your pants and wonder if it's noticeable to others, that you're creaming.......

Never before has a woman driven you to touch yourself in public, but there's something about the seductive way she moves, the soft pout of her dark lips, and the silky hair you'd love to have your strong hands tangled in.

You imagine approaching her backstage, she's changing clothes for another appearance, and her back is to you. She eases the bikini top off her shoulders and reaches behind herself to unclasp the tiny hooks. At that moment she hears your footsteps and turns around. You're so close she can feel your warm breath on her face as her hands cover her delicious tits. You stare at her for just a moment, your tongue moistening your lips before they move over her dark skin. Your large hands caressing her soft shoulders, leaning down and nibbling at them. As your hand snakes into her long dark hair you grab a fist full of it and suddenly yank it back sharply. Her creamy neck exposed, her full lips totally accessible They part as she attempts to protest, but your mouth covers them, bruising them as you kiss her hungrily, your tongue pressing against her moist dark lips, prying them apart as you probe her hot mouth.

Your knee slips between her legs, forcing them apart. As you press your hand on her warm mound, the soft gasp only encourages you to continue, and you let your fingers slide down over her, exploring her soft curves. Loving the feel of her bare flesh. You grab the edge of her panties and smirk as you hear the thin fabric tear as you rip them off her in one quick smooth motion. Her sharp intake of breath, and the look in her smoky eyes, one of fear mixed with raw passion, is exactly what you were looking for.

You press her against the wall, roughly gripping her small wrists and holding them together above her head. The movement causing her luscious tits to sway gently. In an instant your head is lowered and your teeth are biting at her fair skin. Your hand roughly gripping her breast as your warm tongue caresses the soft underside. Your teeth graze over the puckered nipples, and you suck greedily. She's moaning, and struggling to free herself, but she is no match for your brute strength. She whispers, "please....," and you cut her off, your voice a low and deep whisper as you say, "Please what baby?," "please FUCK you?"

At those words she pulls away and turns to run, but your hands are around her chest in an instant. You pull her back tightly against you, your hand on her neck, the sweet scent of her perfume, light and musky, makes your cock twitch. You tilt her head back, your lips on her creamy neck, sucking, biting as you press your hungry cock against her hot ass. You feel her resistance melting away, as you slowly grind against her. Your warm breath on her ear, whispering to her, "I want you."

Noticing that she's pressing back into you, you reach down, one hand still holding her tight, your other undoing your pants. You slip your hand inside your boxers, and stroke your hardness. She hears your deep groan, and she moves her feet further apart. You grab your pants, shoving them down off your ass. Your hand guiding your hard cock between her smooth thighs. She feels you, between her cheeks, the swollen head sliding easily along her moist slit. Her juices cover you and the feel of her damp pussy makes your cock throb and you can't wait any longer. You place it between her lips and slowly rock your hips. Burying yourself in her young tight pussy. 

Savoring the moment, as each inch disappears into her heat. You wrap your arms around her, holding her tight as you stroke her. The soft rapid breathing, and the sweet sucking sounds as your cock moves in and out of her soaking cunt, your cock sliding against her smooth silky walls, makes your balls boil. Your cock swells, and you start fucking her wildly, slamming your cock into her, your balls slapping against the back of her thighs. She reaches around and her nails grip your smooth ass, pulling you tighter. She wants you deeper. Your hands slide down over her smooth belly, and grip her inner thighs. The soft curls brushing against your thumbs as you pull her roughly back on to you. She cries out, telling you how she loves the way you're fucking her, and that she's on the verge of cumming.

This makes you harder still, and you slide your fingertips back and forth over her hot clit, it's swollen and sensitive and she instantly arches back against you, and you feel her cunt contracting around your cock. She moans, "Oh fffuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkkkk.....gawddddd!!" The sweet spasms rock her, and your balls explode as you spill inside her, coating her walls with hot white cream. You continue to slam your cock into her, your juices mixing, trickling down her inner thighs, as she collapses against the wall. Your cock melting inside of her. You brush her long hair to the side, and lick her neck seductively, as your breathing returns to normal.

At that very moment....

...the waitress taps you on the shoulder, and asks you if you want another drink. 

You are startled back into reality, and quickly glance around the room. It's almost completely empty. Except, for the dark haired dancer who is standing near the bar. A naughty smile on her lips. Waiting for you, to make the first move.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~his view~~~~~~~~~~~~~

I lean back in my chair in order to get a good look at her. Still a little disoriented from the over-powering fantasy, I finish what's left in my glass. The alcohol leaves a tingling burn down my throat as I look at the stripper at the bar. Her smoky eyes challenging me, knowing that I; like every other guy in the room would do anything to fuck her, including something so foolish as stroking my cock in a public place.

Standing up slowly, hoping I can hide my erection behind the empty beer, I notice that she has changed her outfit from when she was onstage. She has long black leather boots on, which makes her already spectacular body even more statuesque. A matching black thong which is almost as glossy as her boots, and tight white t-shirt which exposes her smooth stomach. My cock twitches in appreciation, as I notice her stiff nipples through the t-shirt. Her breasts straining against the fabric.

As I stand there, drinking her in, her smiling at me, defying me to approach, I feel my bashfulness slipping away. Resting the beer on the table, I begin to walk toward her. Admiring the way her boots end midthigh, the contrast between the shiny, black leather, and her smooth, sexy thighs. She stands there in front of me. Even with the boots, she only comes up to my chin, but her eyes are looking down at the long, hard ridge concealed in my pants. She looks up into my face, and smiles, saying nothing. Knowing it was her that caused it, knowing it's her that I want. I reach out and firmly take hold of her hand.

"We're going to the private lounge....Now!"

She let's out a faint squeak as I pull her along with me, feeling a slight resistance from her, as if she's not too sure whether she wants this dance or not, but upon reaching the private lounge, what was once resistance is now gone. She walks beside me, and I feel her lace her fingers with mine as we find a booth. The whole room is almost black, and there is a layer of women's laughter, and needful whispers in counterpoint to the loud, throbbing music pumping through the bar. I can smell her perfume, but also the sweat of all the unwashed men in the room, as well as the smell of their cum. 

Grown men blowing their loads in their pants as they watch these women strip and tease them. I feel her hand on my chest and she shoves me into the soft couch. Suddenly the smells and the music are gone. I look up at her. Her hands on her hips, her shoulders back with her magnificent tits standing out. Demanding attention, demanding to be recognized for how fantastic they are. Still not speaking, only smiling that sexy, heart-pounding smile, she slowly begins to sway her hips in time with the throbbing bass. Her hands sliding up and down her thighs; over her hips, and finally to cup her tits through the t-shirt.

My world begins and ends with this woman gyrating in front of me. Her hips mesmerize me, her eyes challenge me, and the sexy little smile on her full lips tease me. She dances her way between my thighs, standing so close to me; towering so high above me her tits obscure her face. She moves like she's being fucked from behind, this woman was built for sex, nothing less would ever do. She raises one leg, the stiletto heel of her boot pressing into the plush armrest of the chair. Her legs spread wide, her silky smooth pussy just barely concealed by the black thong that does more to accentuate, and reveal, than actually cover her up. I can smell her, perfume, pussy, every man that has touched her, and wanted her, I can smell his sweat, and need. Her pussy is just inches from my face, I feel the smooth caress of her leather boot as it brushes against my cheek, her hips working in tight circles in front of me. Her hands sliding over her tits, her nipples pressing against their tight, white prison. One of her hands in my hair, her nails, raking through my scalp as she releases the clasp of her thong on one hip, then the other hip. 

My mouth going dry as the thong falls to my lap, landing on my throbbing cock. I can see her smooth pussy, the tender swollen lips tempting me, glistening with what I can only tell is her excitement. This girl is good. This girl is trouble. Her pussy moving closer and closer to me, licking my lips wondering just how far this girl wants to go. I can smell the sweet, hot smell of her excitement, both of her hands in my hair. Looking in a mirror next to me, I can see the muscles playing in her hips and ass as she moves. What an incredibly hot woman. My hands gripping the armrests as one of her hands slides down her smooth, flawless body, a single, manicured finger slipping between the lips of her pussy, a throaty purr escaping her lips as she lightly rubs her clit. Then, with a glistening finger, she lightly rubs her sweet excitement over my lower lip. Just as I am about to take her finger into my mouth, a nasty, sexy grin dances over her face, and she suddenly whirls, her back to me, and sits down on my lap.

She positions herself so that the length of my cock is pressed between the firm cheeks of her ass. At first she is leaned away from me, her hips and ass twisting and writhing against my cock. Her grinding making me almost blind with lust. The music and my heart pounding in my ears as this creature brings me to the edge of sexual abandon just by grinding on my lap. I hear her breathing just as heavily as I am, she launches herself back with a moan. Her back pressed against my chest, her head on my shoulder, looking up into my face, her cheeks are flushed, her lips parted slightly as she spreads her legs wider, pulsing her hips against the aching erection that she has created. My hands sliding off the armrests, and to her sides. Her arms now on either armrest, steadying herself while my fingers lightly caress the outer sides of her firm tits. I see the lust in her eyes mirroring my own, and as she presses more urgently against my cock, my hands slide over her tits completely. Full, and firm, squeezing lightly at first, and then harder as I feel her stiff nipples pressing against the palms of my hands.

"Mmmm hmmm......" She moans, and closes her eyes, and for the first time I see in her face that she really is enjoying what she is doing. No longer in control, just giving into what her body is feeling. She has such wonderful tits, my mouth waters at the thought of licking them, sucking her nipples.

"Stand up," I command her, my throat heavy with lust. Her eyes opening, suddenly wondering if she's read me wrong. "And bend over." Her smile matches my own as she realizes I'm not done with her. She stands, now her legs spread slightly, my legs between hers while I still sit. She bends over exposing her now wet pussy, her hands pressing against the wall in front of her. I take a moment to just admire this beautiful woman, the smooth backs of her upper thighs, her full, sexy ass and hips. Although she's still wearing the shirt I know that her back is just as flawless as the rest of her body. Putting my hands on her hips, she bends over a little more, pressing her ass and pussy closer to me.

Leaning forward; my fingers spreading the cheeks of her ass, I slowly slip my tongue between the cheeks of her ass. Tasting just the heat of her body at first, my tongue slides down her smooth skin, lightly dancing over the tight puckered entrance to her ass, and then lower. On of her hands spreading the lips of her pussy for my questing tongue. Slipping inside her tight hole, hearing her moan, and her muscles trying to contract around my tongue. Slipping my hand up between her perfect thighs, I slip my thumb inside her tight pussy, and I feel her begin to writhe her hips, feeling her pussy suck at my thumb. My fingers finding her clit, and she lets out another purr..."Oh yes....." She whispers as she fucks my hand. So sexy, so beautiful, like a force of nature she lets her sexuality reign. I feel like I'm caught up in a sexual maelstrom as I lean closer to her again, slipping my thumb in and out of her, my fingers teasing her clit, I lick her asshole. She gasps, my free hand sliding up her back, tangling in her silky hair, and pulling her hair back, arching her back at the same time my tongue slips inside her tight ass. A squeal escapes her lips as she rides me. My tongue licking, and probing while my thumb and fingers continue to do the same. Her legs flexed and trembling with the feelings rocketing through her body. No longer her own person, her body and mind belonging to me as she begs for me to finish her off with my cock. 

Ignoring her, I continue to slide my tongue in and out of her ass, mimicking the motion of my thumb and fingers until she lets out an inhuman, primal yell as an orgasm rips through her. Her ass contracting keeps my tongue out of her, but I feel her strong pussy muscles clench around my thumb, her nails raking down the wooden wall, as she continues to gasp and moan at the orgasm rolls over her, through her, consuming her. 

Her thighs shaking, she collapses on her knees as the orgasm works through her, and she breathes deeply, trying to settle herself. I lean down and lightly kiss her cheek, her hair getting in my mouth and I feel the strands pull away from my lips as I stand.

"Look me up if you want more beautiful," I whisper.

With that I get up and leave, pausing to look back as I walk through the door, and my eyes meet hers, smiling as I disappear back into the bar.

by: WildRussian aka Chloe*



The Strip Club



My wife, Debbie finished combing her hair and turned around. Getting ready to go out, we were both anxious. It will be her first time going to a strip club. We decided a month or so ago that we were going to get a motel near three of the strip clubs in Orlando and do some bar hopping. We had talked about it for a couple of years, but never acted on it until now.

As we closed the door to our motel room, I was excited and looking forward to a hot evening. I had not been to a strip club in ten years or more. Getting into the car, my mind went back to a night after we made love a few months back. We talked about getting involved in a threesome or a foursome. As we drove to the first club, my cock was getting hard thinking about having a threesome with my wife and someone else.

Walking to the first club, I looked at my wife. At forty five she is still very beautiful. Her low cut top showed a lot of cleavage. Her loose fitting slacks made it hard to see the shape of her very nice ass. Her short brown hair curled just above her shoulders. At five foot one she is just a little over weight, but I like her shape. I love her large round ass and her large sagging breasts.

We paid the cover charge and walked in. The music was loud. It was dark and it took our eyes a minute to adjust. We found a table near the stage and ordered a couple of drinks. The first stripper on stage was very cute. She had wide hips and large round breast. As the song ended she picked up her shirt and a wrap around skirt to cover her thong underwear and went to mingle with the customers.

The girl still on stage was smaller and looked younger. She looked like an eighteen year old. Her breasts were real small with small nipples. After she took off her top and skirt she was joined on stage by a tall slim red head with large firm breasts.

After watching several dancers, I looked around the room. There was a table with five guys. Behind us was an older gentleman with a younger lady sitting next to him. I thought she might work there. We watched a few more dancers, finished our drinks then left. 

On our way to the next club I asked my wife, 

"Do you remember we talked about having a threesome?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever wondered what it would be like to really try it?"

She looked at me with a look of pure lust and said, "Yes I have often, but probably differently then you. I'm curious to have a threesome with you and another guy."

I was shocked she has always been hot and open minded, but I never thought she would really want to try a threesome. As we walked from the car to Club Juana I started to get excited thinking about what might happen later in the night. At the second strip club we enjoyed watching the girls dance. We also spent a lot of time eyeing some of the different customers. There was another couple there. The woman was having fun putting dollar bills in the garters of the dancers. 

The next place we went to was Rachels. It was a lot more crowded then the previous two clubs. We looked around the room for an empty table. Finding a table we walked by the stage. I stopped to check out the dancer. She had long black hair small round breast. Her legs were long and slender. I turned and noticed my wife was gone. I hurried to reach the table she was sitting at.

At the table next to us was a couple. They looked to be thirty five or maybe close to forty. He was tall and slim. He had a gray and black goatee. His short black hair just touched the top of his ears. He looked nice in his suit pants and nice shirt. For a minute I felt under dressed. His wife had on a button up shirt that was unbuttoned just below her large round breasts. It was easy to see she was braless. Her skirt looked like it was part of a business suit, but was cut too low. Before looking back at the dancer on stage I thought maybe she had two skirts with that suit, one for work and one for going out to clubs.

My wife and I were taking turns tipping the girls. It surprised me to watch her slide the dollar under the garter of the different dancers. After an hour and a half of watching the dancers and having a few conversations with the couple at the next table, we were thinking about leaving.

I think he sensed we were leaving; he leaned over and said, 

"I'm Tim this is my wife Pam. What would you think about joining us at our motel for a drink?"

I looked at my wife to see what she was thinking. She nodded and I answered, "Sure."

We followed them out. Getting into our car we followed them to their hotel. They were a couple of blocks from where we were staying.

The full moon was shinning down as we walked from the car to their room. Once inside Tim and Pam sat on one bed and Debbie and I sat on the other bed. After a little small talk Tim made us all a drink. When he returned with the drinks the conversation turned to sex. 

Tim looked at his wife and said, 

"I bet you can dance just as good as some of the girls on stage tonight."

Grabbing Debbie's hand she went to a portable CD player. After putting on some music, she started to dance. In the middle of moving her hips and dancing seductively she took off her top. She reached around and undid the clasp on her bra. My cock got hard watching her large round breast hanging free. 

She turned around and reached a hand out to Debbie. Debbie stepped close and reached for Pam's left tit. Pam reached around her and pulled my wife's top over her head. The two girls danced together while they seductively took the rest of their clothes off. I could not hold my excitement when they kissed. Seeing their tongues touch got me more excited. I moved to the other bed next to Tim hoping they would move their dance to the bed.

Pam reached a hand down and touched my wife's pussy. Debbie stopped moving to make it easier for Pam. I watched Pam's fingers touch the sensitive folds of Debbie's wet pussy. Debbie started to moan, then stepped back to lie on the bed. Pam let go long enough to lie next to her. As they got comfortable, they started to kiss again. 

While they kissed, Debbie slid her hand between Pam's legs to her bald pussy. Pam let out a low moan and squirmed as she felt Debbie's hand. Debbie slid her hand down Pam's thigh as she moved down her body. First she licked her breasts, stomach then slowly she started licking her pussy. Pam put her hands on the back of Debbie's head. Debbie put her hands on Pam's hips and started licking Pam's pussy in a lot of different places.

The more Debbie licked the more Pam would moan. It seemed like she was hitting all the right spots. Watching Pam I thought she was close to cumming. I wanted to get next to my wife and put my cock in Pam's hot pussy, but I also thought I should let them finish. Pam started moaning louder, and said, 

"I'm cumming!"

She grabbed Debbie's head and held it tight.

I stood up. I unbuckled my pants and let them fall. I took off my shirt and sox and sat back down. Just as I was about to take off my underwear, I noticed Tim getting undressed. My seven inch cock stood at attention hoping I could cut in. I started to move towards Pam's pussy when she rolled over and started licking Debbie's pussy.

I stopped at the edge of the bed and watched. I glanced over at Tim. He was now totally naked. I looked down at his cock. Hoping he did not catch me staring. It was nine inches with a large head. Down from the head his cock was thick. He was completely hairless all around his cock and balls. I've never had bisexual tendencies, but I wanted to touch it. When I realized I was staring, I turned my attention to Pam and Debbie. Pam was delicately moving her fingers and tongue around Debbie's pussy. Debbie moaned and moved her hands to her sides and breasts. As she squeezed her nipples she said,

"Oh yes that's wonderful. Oh yes I'm cumming!"

Debbie moved across the bed to the nightstand. She took a couple of sips of her wine and tried to catch her breath. She set her glass down and looked at Tim. After a glance at me and Pam she said to Tim,

"Come here. I want to feel your cock between my legs." 

Tim moved towards her, but before he could get on the bed Debbie went to her knees and started sucking Tim's cock. Debbie is an excellent cock sucker. I was mesmerized watching them. I started to move towards Pam, but we were both watching Debbie suck Tim's cock.

She took his cock to the back of her throat. Letting it slide out, she went down on it again. Reaching a hand to his balls she played with his balls while bobbing up and down on his cock. I was fascinated watching Debbie suck a shaved cock. Sensing he was about to cum, she moved to the bed and spread her legs. It didn't take long for Tim to join her. 

Pam and I moved to the other bed as we watched Tim position his cock at Debbie's pussy. He moved it a couple of times then slowly slid it in. I watched his bare ass going up and down before Pam and I lied down. 

I started slow. I sucked her big round tits. I sucked one then the other. While sucking her tits I reached down and fingered her wet bald pussy. Having never touched a hairless pussy, my excitement was going over the edge. I slowly licked down her stomach. I paid a lot of attention to the wide area just below her stomach and above her pussy in an attempt to tease her. She squirmed a little; so I went towards her pussy. Putting my hands on the outside of her thighs, I started licking her pussy. I licked from side to side and moved a hand to her pussy to try to find the right spot.

Pam reached for my legs. She motioned for us to move into a sixty nine. Taking a short break, I moved. I waited to start licking her pussy because I was enjoying her hot mouth on my cock. While enjoying her mouth, I looked over to the other bed to see Debbie and Tim had moved to the doggie position. He was pounding hard into her pussy. I turned back to Pam's pussy. As I went back to licking her pussy, her juices were dripping on to my beard. We stayed in the sixty nine position until we were both close to cumming. In one motion Pam jumped up leaving me on my back she got on top and started riding me. It felt hot as she enveloped my cock. We clasped our hands and met each other stroke for stroke. In a short time we both came. She leaned down and I sucked her left tit. She rolled off me with a sigh.

Looking over to the other bed, Debbie was lying closest to us. Tim was on his side behind her. 

Pam got up. She went to the table and poured her and Debbie another glass of wine. After handing the glass to Debbie she returned to the bed next to me. Debbie and Tim sat up. I sat up and leaned against the headboard. There was a long awkward silence. I was enjoying just relaxing and most of all I liked that no one got dressed. We all seemed comfortable naked.

Looking at the clock it was a quarter to three. I started replaying everything that happened in my mind. I went back to the three night clubs, to when we arrived at their motel and to everything that happened tonight. When I thought about when Tim was undressing I started thinking about what went through my mind and looked over at Tim. I wondered if I really could touch another man's cock.

Interrupting my thoughts, Tim got up. Looking at me he said,

"Can I get you another drink?"

I stopped my mind from wandering long enough to answer,

"I don't know. We probably should get back to our room."

Pam looked towards Debbie and said, 

"Why don't you guys stay here? You guys can have one bed and Tim and I will have the other."

Debbie thought a minute then answered, 

"I don't know."

Looking at me she said,

"Oh have a drink. With this half of a glass of wine I can drive two blocks if we decide to go in a half an hour or so."

Tim handed me a drink. I leaned back on the bed next to his wife. After closing the bottle of bourbon, he sat next to Debbie. I started to wonder if Debbie had some idea for the next hour. It was the way she said we'll decide in a half an hour that had me thinking. My thoughts were interrupted when my wife looked at me and said,

"Earlier when Tim was undressing it looked like you were staring a little too long. What were you thinking?""

I was at a loss for what to say. I didn't want to tell everyone what I was thinking, but I could not think of a good reason for my long gaze. There was a silence while I was thinking.

Pam broke the silence when she looked at me and said, 

"Were you thinking about exploring your bisexual side?"

Finally I just answered,

"I was thinking about two things. First I've never seen a cock that big and second yes I wondered what it would be like to suck his cock."

Debbie grinned and stood up. She moved to a chair, took a sip of her wine then said,

"Tim, give him a chance to explore. I'll move and give you the bed."

I got up and moved to my knees in front of Tim. Slowly I touched his large head. I moved back resting my butt on my ankles giving me a better angle. I wrapped my fingers around his cock. Sliding my hand up and down his shaft, I was in awe touching a man's cock. The feeling of touching a hairless cock was even more exciting. I've masturbated myself before, but this was totally different. While masturbating him I reached my other hand to his balls. I played with those hairless balls and massaged Tim's ass cheeks.

I stood up. Knowing what I had in mind, Tim lied on the bed. I crawled over him so the girls could see. I was at his side with my feet towards his head. Leaning onto my stomach I moved closer to his cock. I slowly opened my mouth. The first feeling as my lips touched his cock was sensational. I stopped with the head only in my mouth. Wrapping a hand around the base, I slid his cock deeper in my mouth. It was so big I could just barely get a little past the head when I felt the tip touch my throat. I started bobbing up and down faster and faster each time letting the tip hit my throat.

I could hear Tim moaning. I wasn't sure if I wanted to let him cum in my mouth. Being my first time I stopped to think about how I was going to finish. All of a sudden Tim reached a hand through my legs to my ass cheeks. Turning his head he started sucking my cock. I was enjoying it so much I forgot why I stopped.

I grabbed Tim's cock and went back to sucking him deep in my mouth. While sucking him I was playing with his balls cock and rubbing his ass. In between sucking my cock I could hear him moaning. I sensed he was about to cum, but I kept going. I even started going faster. I was so into it I just wanted him to feel good. 

He slid my cock out of his mouth and started to moan and say something. It was too late. His first shot sprayed the back of my throat. With a quick swallow, it was gone. He squirted again and again; as I tasted some I tried to pull off. Some of his sticky juice oozed down my chin onto my beard. There was a small bit of cum on the tip of his cock, I put it back in my mouth and licked and sucked him clean. After I swallowed I leaned back and looked at the ceiling. Tim's still hard cock rested next to my cheek dripping more cum on my beard.

Tim relaxed a minute after enjoying his climax. I was still looking at the ceiling when he took my cock back in his mouth. He bobbed up and down while playing with my cock and balls. He sucked harder and harder then he shocked me when he used two fingers to at the opening of my tight virgin ass. My mind started to wander to what it would feel like having a cock in my ass.

I was close to cumming and started to warn him. I could tell it did not matter because he started going faster to make me cum. I moaned louder and said,

"Yes! Look out I'm cumming!"

He kept sucking my cock as I shot my load in his mouth twice.

Sliding my cock out of his mouth Tim pulled his hand from my cheeks and asked me,

"Was that your first time sucking cock?"

"Yes"

"For a rookie you are pretty good."

I looked at my wife and said,

"I have a good teacher. I just tried to copy what Debbie does."

In the next few minutes we relaxed. Debbie looked over at me and said,

"Let's go I want to go back and take a shower and get some sleep."

I nodded and got up as we got dressed we gave them our phone number in Ocala and our cell phone in case we wanted to get together again. We took their number and drove back to our room. Getting undressed I looked at the clock, it was ten to five.

We took a shower together. After washing our hair and bodies we started playing. With the water running down our bodies I positioned my cock at her pussy from behind. It slid in and we started a rhythm. I grabbed her hips and started going faster and faster. She started cumming and a few minutes later my thighs tingled with a ball shattering orgasm. 

We dried off and set an alarm for noon. As we crawled between the sheets, I looked at my wife's pussy then down at my cock and wondered what it would feel like to shave everything. We discussed calling Pam and Tim as we fell asleep.



The Strip Club



I was nervous in the car as he drove to the club. Steven picked out my clothes – a very sheer yellow tank top with a short denim skirt. My hair, long, dark red, and curly, is framing my heavily made up face. He told me to put a 'sluttish' look to my face and smiled at the result. His fingers stroked my thighs the entire ride there and he talked about the fun we'd have. I've never been to a strip club, but he described it in raunchy detail. There would be lots of men in a sexy mood there to view, there to watch, there to see if, maybe, they can get lucky. 

He led me in to the dark club, the smell of cigarettes and sweat hung in the air. I looked around, wide-eyed and saw a woman dance on the stage. She was tall and slim with dancer's legs, a slim torso and small, but perfect breasts. The men in the front were all in awe of the way she moved, no doubt imagining them moving that way in their beds. My eyes were stuck on her when he took my hand and led me to my seat. 

After her, came another, then another. I didn't know which I liked more, watching the women dance, or the men's reaction to them and to me. I was one of the only women in the audience and because of how I was dressed, there were eyes upon me. Every once in a while, Steven would whisper something illicit in my ear, "Marci, are you getting wet knowing that these men want you?" or "Would you like her to dance for you, Marci?" If I had panties on, they'd be drenched, but panties weren't allowed today.

It was after about thirty minutes when a man sat at the small table next to us. Because the proximity of the tables, he was very close by. He was built nicely, had dark brown hair and piercing green eyes and when he smiled at me, showed perfectly straight teeth and deviousness in his eyes. I smiled back, and then looked at Steven and he just smiled wickedly at me. The placement of seats almost made me seem like I was in the middle of Steven and this new man who just sat down – and almost the same distance apart. 

Steven was continuing with the verbal assault, knowing how words make me quiver and ache. The occasional nipple tweak and fingers on my thighs also kept my heat and juices flowing. At one point, the man next to me heard me moan and I sheepishly put my head in Steven's chest. He said to the man, "Marci's slightly embarrassed that you can see how aroused she is, aren't you, Marci?"

I blushed clear to my toes, I'm sure! Thank goodness it was fairly dark in the club. "She likes to be talked to...she likes to be stroked right here." His fingers ran along my inner thigh. I looked at him pleadingly, knowing I could deny him nothing, but unsure of what he was doing. "Would you like to feel how soft her thighs are?" he asked the stranger. 

The man said, "Yes, absolutely," and looked at me while his fingers gently stroked my one thigh as Steven stroked the other one. 

"Spread your legs a bit, Marci," Steven said. I couldn't spread them much due to the tightness of the short skirt, but I did a bit and looked back and forth from Steven's blue eyes, to the stranger's green eyes, experiencing the sensation of different fingers on my flesh. I'm sure my temperature was rising as the lava flow was churning inside of me.

While they were both touching my legs, Steven kept talking and whispering in my ear, kissing my neck and shoulders, driving me completely insane with need. The men introduced themselves and the stranger's name was Joe. 

"Go higher, Joe, feel her heat," Steven would say. 

Joe had large, well-shaped hands with wide palms and nice long fingers. He moved his fingers up under my skirt and I desperately wanted him – SOMEONE – to touch my clit – the teasing had gone on for close to an hour with no touching there. "Oh yes, Steven, I see what you mean. A lot of heat is generating here." He said it almost nonchalantly as he came only centimeters close to my clit without touching. The casual attitude was even more of a turn on – as if playing with me was just a job to be done – that I was being used just for their pleasure. 

They both knew the torture they were causing and exactly what I needed. 

He kept going higher up my thigh making little designs that were a combination of arousing and ticklish. I was squirming and Steven held my hand firmly so I couldn't use it and Joe went a bit higher. "She's probably drenched, Joe, why don't you see?"

Steven whispered in my ear that no matter what happens, I wasn't allowed to cum unless he said so. "Do you understand, Marci?" 

I nodded. Then Joe very lightly grazed my clit with his finger – just barely. I almost came right then and had to really try to rein it in. He removed his hand from my thigh and put his finger up to his mouth and tasted it. I stared in to his mischievous green eyes and swallowed really hard. 

All the while different dancers were entertaining the masses Steven and Joe kept touching and teasing me. Joe picked up on the fact I love to be talked to and joined Steven in the verbal torture. "I bet you're a wild one in bed, Marci? Is she, Steven?" 

Steven would reply, knowing that my lust kept building and building winding me up like a toy. I needed to excuse myself to use the ladies room and told Steven. He just whispered, "NO CUMMING, Marci – you KNOW the rules." I nodded and left the men to plot.

When I came back I noticed her – the dancer. She was different than the others. She wasn't built like a slim dancer – although her movements were perfectly in rhythm and sensual. Her hair was red – but lighter than my own – and also curly – but curled intentionally. It was longer than mine and moved as she danced. She was pale and gorgeous and knew it. Her confidence exuded from her pores more than any other dancer and she caught my eye as I walked back to my table towards the front. 

I sat down unable to take my eyes off of her and she danced closer and closer to Joe, Steven and me. She smiled at all of us and it lit up her whole face. She shimmied her naked breasts so close to Joe's face – touching distance from me and Steven – then she winked at me. Steven gave me a bill to put in her g-string and I swear I felt a sizzle when I did. She turned to me, winked, then went back up on stage and finished her dance. Her dance was erotic and far too short – I was captured by her – more than ANY of the other dancers. 

"You like her, don't you, Marci? You wanted her on your lap? You wanted to see how those milky breasts tastes like and suck on those perfectly formed nipples." Steven was right as he tortured me with his words. "Joe, feel how wet she is now – after that dance?"

Joe stuck his finger inside me this time – MUCH better than the light graze from before and again I almost exploded right then. "She's DRENCHED, Steven. You'd think she came already!" This time, he put his finger up to my mouth so I can suck it. I did, hungrily – dying for release. "What a good little slut you are, Marci." 

I turned my head to Steven and pleaded, "Please, Steven...." 

"Please what, Marci? Please may I have Joe? Please can I cum? Please can I have the dancer? Please touch me and end this torture? You must be specific or you don't get what you want, you know that." He knew that even I didn't know what I was pleading for. My mind was mush – everything about me revolved around the ache between my legs. 

"Joe, would you care to join us in the Executive Suite – I have it booked for the next couple of hours?" Steven asked Joe. 

Joe politely said, "Of course, thank you for asking me." We all got up and I followed Steven in to this private room. There were drinks there already and the waitress came in and took some bills of Steven's then closed the door behind her. There was a clear view of the dance floor, but it was a very cozy room with plush furniture and a few tables. 

When the door closed Steven and Joe were both standing before me. Joe stood taller and was slimmer; Steven was shorter and stockier – both extremely sexy men looking down at me. "Should we torture her some more, Joe? She is a bit wound up. Look at her nipples through this tank top." Steven started pinching them through the fabric sending those signals directly to my pussy.

"Her nipples are extremely hard, yes." Joe said as he pinched the other one. I cringed in pain/pleasure as they pinched hard, then harder, then letting go almost synchronized. Steven knows that right when they're let go, and the blood rushes back in, my body wants to cum. 

"Not yet, Marci, not yet." I opened my eyes and saw them both smiling. He took my arms and raised them high over my head and Joe angled his head and took a nipple in his mouth, through the material, sending shockwaves throughout my body. 

"Ooooooooohhhhh," I moaned. 

Joe then inched my tank top over my breasts and took the other one in his mouth, sucking and biting and pinching the other with his fingers. I was on fire and couldn't hold it much longer. Steven knew this and wanted that first orgasm to be mind blowing. He knew that although I could cum from nipple stimulation, that it wouldn't be as intense as if it were my pussy and clit being touched. 

Steven then removed my tank and skirt – leaving me there in just my sandals. "She's beautiful, Steven," Joe said. I shivered in response to his compliment. 

"Yes, Joe, she is – but she needs to be fucked. And she needs to be fucked thoroughly. Can I rely on you to help me out with that, tonight?" 

"Absolutely. She does seem to be a little slut, isn't she?" Joe asked. Speaking about me in third person made it that much more a fantasy – I was there for their use – for their pleasure – it was highly erotic being made to feel like a toy.

"Yes, she's my little slut, aching to cum, but wouldn't DARE without my permission. She's dying, to, Joe. All I'd have to say is 'cum, Marci' and she'd shatter, but not yet. Almost, though," he said. "She likes to have her holes filled, Joe." 

I looked and saw Joe's cock in his pants grow even more. He was obviously aroused and I wanted it. While looking down at his crotch, I subconsciously licked my lips. 

"Is that what you want, Marci? Do you want to suck my cock?" Joe asked me as he put a finger in my mouth and I sucked it like I did before. "I see hunger in your eyes, Marci." 

"Marci, get on your knees and suck his cock like a good slut," Steven commanded. "Do it like I taught you." 

I kneeled down and unbuckled his belt and undid his button and zipper and took this gorgeous, long thick cock out. I was amazed at the length – never had I had any this long. But I started to lick and suck his head. Hearing that first gasp made me even wetter and I started to suck. Up and down his long shaft, gagging myself all the way down, then tightening my lips and coming back up – back and forth, repeating. God he tasted amazing. Joe naturally grabbed my head and pulled my hair saying things like "that's it, bitch, take it deep," or "god yes, what a hot mouth." I kept sucking and he was enjoying it – not letting go of his control. Removing it from my mouth in time and then back in so he wouldn't cum – he didn't want to release that soon. I loved that control. I was getting more and more aroused. 

I didn't hear the door open but as I was sucking heard a woman's voice. I looked up while sucking and saw her – the redheaded dancer. She was stripping down completely and kissed Steven hello. They obviously knew each other and he had arranged this. "Don't STOP sucking him, Marci!!!" Steven said. 

They led me over (while sucking) to the couch and Angela (the redhead) was laying down there. My pussy was right above her face and I was aching with excitement. Steven started playing with my ass with a small toy he lubed up and the build just kept wrapping me tighter and tighter. Moaning as I was sucking Joe, Steven told me that I was allowed to cum when I felt completely filled – and not one second before. I felt Angela's tongue give one small lap on my clit and I jumped. "NOT ONE SECOND BEFORE, MARCI!" I was sucking Joe so feverishly now and his control was incredible. The toy in my ass was replaced by Steven's cock going slowly inside of it filling that tight hole. I moaned my pleasure on to Joe's cock which was getting bigger. Angela then took a dildo she had and put it deep in my pussy. 

"OOOOOOOOOooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!" I moaned deep on to Joe's cock as Steven was filling my ass, Angela was lapping now at my clit as she fucked my pussy with the dildo and Joe was fucking my mouth with a force that I have never had before. Once I started cumming, I couldn't stop. The pleasure washed over me in waves. "MMMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm!!!!" 

Joe's orgasm was spurned on by mine and started pulling my face hard against him as he filled my mouth and throat with so much cum – more than I've ever had at one time. Steven started grunted that delicious growl as he exploded in my ass. I couldn't stop cumming even when I heard Angela moan. She moved herself to kiss me, tasting Joe on my mouth and shifting the dildo to her as well – it was a double-sided dildo and she was fucking herself and me with it with her dancer's hips. She started to cum and I did again with her, shaking and trembling as I've never before done. 

I collapsed on the couch almost purring, and vaguely heard Angela and Joe leave. Steven had made yet one more fantasy come true and I looked forward to more.... just not today.



The Strip Club



It should be no surprise to me that I ended up this way. The day started with everything going wrong, so why did I think it would end up better? What did that t-shirt say, "I'd be an optimist, but it just wouldn't work?" 

In some vain hope to make my day better I ended up, late at night, at the local combination strip club and adult bookstore. As I was watching a gorgeous mocha skinned goddess with large, firm melons dance onstage I was unknowingly also being watched. Suddenly I was distracted by the feel of long, silken hair cascading down my back. 

Hands massaged my tight, broad shoulders better than any masseuse ever has and my tensions just slipped away. Moaning, my attention drifted between the lovely lady on stage and whoever was massaging me. 

Gradually, very gradually, the dancer's swaying motions and the massage put me in so relaxed a state of mind that I eventually must have fell asleep. Awakening, however, seemed to be as much a fight as falling asleep wasn't. My vision, though I thought I had opened my eyes, still had yet to return to me. Coming to took some time and, when reality returned to me, it was then that I realized my eyes were indeed open although seeing was not something I could do. "A blindfold," I thought, "and a professional quality one at that—no light at all gets through." Even more interesting than the blindfold was the fact that my feet and hands were attached to each other and behind my head. Worse, though my right hand and right foot were attached to each other and behind my head, they were linked to my left hand and foot, similarly connected to each other, by a long, hard, immovable bar. 

Spread wide, blindfolded, was bad enough until I heard someone enter clicking scissors. The worst of thoughts went through my head, "Oh God," I thought, "I am gonna get Lorena Bobbitted by someone I can't even see!!" 

When I awoke again, after passing out from fear, I realized my clothes had been cut off and I could no longer hear as well. 

"Damn," I thought, "what has happened to me?" 

One by one my senses were removed from me. It didn't surprise me all too much then as a full face mask was put over my face that fully plugged my nose and forced me to breathe through my mouth. Every sense had been basically stolen from me except touch and all I could feel was the mask and the restraints on me then and there. 

My skin was soon stimulated with the touch of a feather on every piece that was exposed. As the feather worked its way across my body it responded the only way it could—it grew larger (at least one part in particular did anyway). Of course in that position it meant it was also inching closer and closer to my mouth. 

Without warning I felt a slight tug on the mask as a part of it was ripped off and someone sat upon me thereby forcing my leg muscles to stretch and my cock to enter my own mouth. If I was small in that department I might never have got a taste of it, but I am nearly 10" long, and with someone bouncing on me, eventually I was beginning to gag on my thick member as it entered my throat. Have you ever swallowed your own cock? Ever known with absolute certainty that eventually you would be made to cum down your own throat? That you'd be made to swallow every drop of your own cum? 

"All of this because I was horny one evening," I thought to myself. 

The feather was just a warm-up. Next came a blistering ass paddling that had me screaming at the top of my lungs even though I tried my damnedest not to. I most certainly felt the pain of the paddle, the buggy whip, the flogger as I was savaged and screamed myself hoarse. 

Yet, through all this abuse, I had not seen my "attacker", or attackers for all I knew. I had no idea whether they were male or female, black, white, yellow or green. I knew nothing about them except for the fact that they were making me do things I did not know I was capable of, desired or dreamt of before in my wildest dreams. Unknown sensations from the simple to the unique were introduced to me a little at a time, then, gradually, multiple sensations started simultaneously. 

It became evident that, though I could neither see nor hear anyone, the sensations came from more than one person. I was being paddled while tickled with feathers; my cock was gently stroked as my balls were stretched at the same time and then encased in something that felt like butter soft, extremely constrictive leather. As my balls were lifted and separated a very soft hand moved slowly from where it was on my cock past my sensitive perineum to my ass. 

That hands ministrations seemed to coincide with my arousal level increasing to a level that allowed one, two, then even three fingers to slip inside my ass whereupon they began to manipulate my insides even better than the did my outside previously. Relaxation seemed to settle upon me, my conscious mind subsided and pure animal instinct took over. Also, as I relaxed, the muscles did too and the body sitting on me was therefore able to descend lower forcing even more of my own cock down my throat. 

I must have looked truly like some sort of submissive male slut—I sure felt like one. What made me feel like a slut even more though was when my ass was so relaxed I barely felt a thick, hose-like implement going up my ass. Whatever it was soon enough, after working in and out of me a bit and teasing my prostate mercilessly, released a large torrent of moistness within my bowels. 

My body was, by this point, simply a fucktoy to be used by whomever or whatever wished to use me. My mind was in a similar state. I felt my arms being pulled downward a bit thereby making my open and very sore, though thoroughly aroused ass, even more open and available for usage. 

Every nerve ending was in a complete state of excitement. The body on top of me got slowly off of me, letting my cock slide out momentarily as another body was suddenly on top of me. This time, however, I felt the heavy weight of large, pendulous, female breasts against me as they worked their way down my shoulders, slowly along my spine and ended up at my ass whereupon I was teased with the nipples on my swollen and sensitive rosebud. 

Each breast took its turn teasing my ass then, after some simultaneous stimulation, I began to feel the most amazing thing—a breast going slowly into me, filling me, fucking me in my ass. I did not think it could be done, but suddenly I was more full then if I'd been fucked with a dildo. Whoever she was her breast slowly expanded again once it was inside me. 

The full feeling of her inside me, hitting my prostate with her nipple no less, combined with her pinching of my nipples and a very forceful kiss in which she shared my cum with her (for I had, by this point, cum down my own throat several times). This made the already in overload nerves I had get even more excited. One hand held my lips to her and the other alternated spanking and massaging my ass cheeks. Whoever she was she was very talented, very oral and very gentle. If she let me actually speak I think I probably would have proposed on the spot. 

Numerous, at least so it seemed, people took advantage of my unusual position and bondage to have me please them. Whether it was a real cock or a fake one shoved in my ass I never really knew but there were plenty of them and they savaged me to the point that I passed out from the combination of both pleasure and pain. All I was now was simply a series of holes to use and abuse. 

Between having my mouth filled with my cum as well as numerous others, having my ass used repeatedly and spanked, flogged and whipped, my nasal passage plugged, my loss of hearing and being blindfolded I felt like a horse that had been ridden hard and put away wet. Although most of the wetness was cum drying and rather sticky now. 

Suddenly, before my eyes, now slowly focusing after my blindfold was ripped from my face—which also freed my hearing somehow—was a blurry blonde vision. The vision eventually solidified into, gasp, my wife—all 5'9" of blonde sex goddess. 

"You cheating whore of a man," she screamed, "What I don't give you enough sex and love to satisfy you? You have to go look at strippers and fuck whores? Well, don't worry dear, you'll get all the fucking you can handle and then some. This whorehouse now owns your ass, mouth, cock and every other part. I sold you to them. Fuck you very much!!!" And thus ended my life as a man.



The Strip Club



This particular story took place about two weeks before Christmas in 2005 and of course is completely true. I often wonder if there are many sexually charged women out there who have NOT thought about what it would be like to be a stripper at some point? Whether it's the exhilaration of dancing naked, being naughty in a public place, or simply the knowledge that most guys who are watching you are turned on, it's something that has intrigued me.

I had never been to a strip club, and have to admit that I was intimidated by them. So when my friend Amy and her boyfriend, Jack, wanted to take Derek to one for his birthday, I wasn't sure what to expect. And yes, this is the same Amy from the hot tub story if you've read that already. If not, I suggest you do after reading this.

On the way there, I was a little nervous thinking about what the night was going to be like. Was it going to be like the movies where all of these amazingly gorgeous, talented, outgoing and flexible women would be doing their thing on stage while all the men sit motionless in their seats, drooling? Because I thought that might be kind of lame. My only saving grace was that this was one of those establishments where you could bring your own beer, so I knew if I wasn't having much fun while sober I could just slam a few.

We walked into the building, which kind of looks like a small warehouse off the interstate and we handed the bouncer our IDs. The entrance was very bright and I felt like we were under surveillance. In fact, I think there were video cameras there for protection, which is really great that the girls can feel so safe. I could hear the music coming from the room to the right of us, and after we passed clearance we headed in that direction. Derek and I walked in first with Jack and Amy following. Amy had been to a strip club before, so she wasn't really as uncertain as myself.

I can't remember if I scanned the audience or the strippers first, but I remember thinking it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. For some reason I immediately felt fairly comfortable as we found our seats towards the back. It was a Wednesday night so there were only about 20 guys scattered throughout the club and all of them seemed to immediately notice that two non-stripper women had walked in. Though nobody seemed to mind, they just took note. I cracked open my first beer and for the first time finally looked up and started paying attention to the entertainment. There were 3 different poles on three stages where a total of about ten strippers would take turns dancing. Each one would dance at a pole for the duration of a song, then rotate to the next one. I thought this was great because all of the girls were so different in looks. 

The first girl seemed very young. She might have been younger than me, and I found that a little strange. I'm sure the men loved it, though. She was more shy and innocent acting which worked very well for her. The second was more dirty--in a good way. She had a very come-hither look in her eyes and danced her little heart out. As a lover of dance and a lover of the female figure, I found myself actually enjoying this quite a bit.

I looked over at Derek who smiled sweetly at me, while Amy and Jack sat quietly on the other side of the table enjoying the show, sipping on their beers. I watched as the girls would do mini personal dances for men who put a dollar down on the stage. After about eight songs and a few beers, I wanted to try that myself, it looked fun and I was tired of just sitting in the back of the dark club at our table. I slowly bent down and reached for my purse, trying to subtly pull out a dollar. I sat back up and held it in my hand until I finished the beer I was drinking, plus I was waiting for the stripper who had caught my eye earlier to get to our pole. She was a very cute blonde who was definitely more outgoing, and she seemed to be having a good time. When the song ended and she walked over to the pole closest to us, I took a deep breath and stood up. Without turning to anyone at the table, I walked to the stage and took a seat in front of the stage and put the dollar down.

I felt the gazes from a couple of the men who were sitting around the stage around me and they seemed to perk up at the situation. The stripper swung around the pole, noticed the dollar, looked up at me and smiled seductively. I wondered if it was any different dancing for a woman than a man. She walked in my direction and bent down to grab the bill. She lifted the dollar and had me bite the end with my teeth. More and more men were watching now as she slowly lowered her hot naked tits to my face, pushing them together to grasp her prize. Her soft breasts touched my cheeks and as she pulled away and I heard the audience stir. She thanked me sweetly and I walked back to my seat.

Derek was smiling, obviously impressed with my boldness and winked at me as I sat down and took a gulp of beer. That was really fun, I thought. "That was really hot," he whispered, we were on the same page. Over the next two hours, I went up a few more times by myself; sometimes the girls would put the dollar down my shirt and pull it out with their teeth, one time it was out of my lap, it was all in good fun.

Finally, Amy had consumed enough liquid courage to join me. We were curious to see what a stripper might do with two female subjects. We approached the stage and put our dollars down. This time there were many men interested in following along with the action. The hot, dark-haired stripper came over to us and bent down. She leaned in and whispered in my ear, "can I lift up your shirt?" 

I was surprisingly comfortable with this idea. "Of course," I replied.

I felt her hands slide down my torso, reaching the bottom of my shirt. Naturally I lifted my arms to let her pull the shirt up, exposing my lacy black bra. She stuck the dollar down in my cleavage and used her teeth to get it out, but not before licking and kissing my chest a bit. There were some cheers from the men for this move. After thanking me, she moved on and did the same thing to Amy, lifting up her shirt to pull the dollar out of her bra. I could tell Amy was a bit more reluctant than I was, but she still agreed to go along. As the crowd around us watched, some guys threw more dollar bills in our direction. Apparently they were enjoying this.

Our following ventures to the stage brought on more of the same, until this one particular stripper got to us. She was my favorite. This being a fully nude club, she was the only one to keep a white button-up shirt on to play with while she danced, sometimes less is more. It was delightfully hot because she had long, dark hair and she looked like one of those sexy librarians who secretly liked to let loose.

Amy and I threw our dollars down as the rest of the men threw theirs down on ours too, nodding the stripper over in our direction Everyone laughed as we had quite the fun game going on, the guys wanted to see the strippers molest us rather than them. When the dollars were on the stage in front of her, she extended her hand and suddenly pulled Amy and I up on stage. Wow, this was something I didn't see coming. I was all for it, but Amy became a little freaked out. She smiled and laughed nervously, but knelt down on the edge of stage waving, like she didn't want to go any further. She was blushing something fierce. I on the other hand just went with it and took the stripper's hand and climbed up. I knew that every eye in the room was on the stripper and me, and it was incredible. It was like walking onto a football field after sitting in the stands the whole game. She led me to the middle of the stage and asked if I was "cool". I nodded yes and she slowly lifted my shirt, pulling it off completely and letting it fall to the floor to applause. Then she reached around me and breathed onto my neck which made me whimper a bit. She unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders before I even knew what was going on. It quickly joined my shirt as my stomach and chest became fully exposed, I let out a small gasp and the room exploded with whistles and cheers. She then bent down and started sucking my nipples. It felt absolutely awesome, and I'm getting wet right now just remembering it. The guys really went wild and though the lights were in my eyes and I couldn't see him, I only imagined the proud smile Derek must have had on his face. I could see Amy still sitting at the edge of the stage and she had this shocked look on her face, not quite believing I was letting this stripper expose me in front of all these guys.

I thought the stripper might stop there, but I was wrong. She dropped to her knees in front of me and looked up into my eyes and winked, checking to see if I was going to tell her to stop. There was an unspoken understanding between the two of us however and I smiled at her, encouraging her to continue stripping me down. She wiggled my jeans down past my hips as I stepped out of them, then she grabbed my panties. The way she took these off was way hot. She leaned into me, pressing her nose and lips against my stomach and then followed my panties down with her mouth. I could feel her hot breath on my pussy as her lips slid over them. I almost came right there. I stepped out of those too and stood there completely naked on the stage in the middle of a strip club in front of 20 or so strange men. Her hands rubbed me up and down as she spun me around to show me off to the cheering crowd. When she was finished, she gave me a big hug and thanked me and I was sure to thank her, too. I gathered my clothes and jumped down off the stage to a standing ovation. Amy was staring at me, her mouth wide open. I just smiled and put my clothes back on as what just happened started to sink in. 

When I got back to the table, Derek was beaming. He put his arm around me and kissed me passionately. "Holy shit, babe," he said in my ear. "I know." I replied. Let's just say we fucked like hell when we got home. I honestly couldn't tell you which one of us was more turned on. But I suppose that's irrelevant.



The Strip Club



I couldn't believe we were doing it. We were walking into one of those strip clubs for men. I was curious, of course, and nervous, and worried that I would be seen be someone I knew. My husband, I could tell, was also a little nervous. He told me that he had been to one of these place only one time before, and that was way back in his navy days. I didn't really believe it was only once, but now as I saw his nerves build, I suspect he might have been telling the truth. I didn't really think this was the best thing for us to do, and I have questions about whether its even right for us to be walking in this place, but here we are, and there's no going back now. Tom had talked me into this, and had greased my wheels a bit with my three glasses of pinot noir, and just like that we were walking in the door.

This club is very small, and nicer than I would have imagined. It seems clean and the furniture appears nice enough. Its sort of an upscale bar. But of course there's a dance floor in the middle and some fairly load music playing. I told Tom that I would only be comfortable if we could sit in some out of the way corner where I could try my best to hide.

Look, here was our idea, well, Tom's idea really. We would go into this strip club, a little bit drunk and I would fondle Tom whilst he looked at the nude dancers for a half hour or so. I had told Tom that I thought it would all turn me on a little too, but I guess the reason I finally gave into this idea was for him. I didn't intend to get all that hot, but I did like it plenty when Tom was horny, so what the hell. We were an hour and a half outside of our town, and we were a little drunk, and so here we are.

There were a number of scantily dressed girls walking around and also sitting down and talking with some of the customers. It seems they were also bringing drinks (non-alcoholic) to each one who came in. There were hardly any other people in there though, perhaps five other guys, and to my surprise, one other couple. They too were hidden across the room in a corner about as far away from us as possible.

There was a girl on the stage, who was pretty damn sexy who is now totally nude. She started with some cute outfit with about five parts, and little by little ended up naked. She danced in a sultry manner, and swung on a pole, and spread her legs for the three or so guys right up by the stage. They put bills down for her to take after her dance. It was kinda shocking to see a woman all naked and showing herself off like that to strangers. It was also, extremely sexy, and not just for Tom. I was noticing all the indicators that my horny meter was about to start running in high gear.

Watching the gals walk around and make contact with each customer prepared me for what came next. A beautiful girl came over and introduced herself as Star (oh my gosh, can't they come up with better names?). Anyhow, Star asked us what we wanted to drink from the endless possibilities of soft drinks, and I watched as Tom had difficulty keeping his eyes from roving toward her breasts, her pussy, her ass, and legs. I felt bad for him in a funny way. We were here to get him all stiff and randy and here he was trying to monitor his roving eye because his wife was sitting right next to him.

When Star left I scooched over toward him on this purple sofa that we were sitting on and I said, "Honey, we came here so you could look, so look and don't worry about it. Besides, I'm starting to have some fun too. All this nudity is got my pussy damp."

The truth is, I was really feeling it. Because of Tom's insistence, it turns out that I was benefitting. I was getting to let go a little and let my sexuality come to the front. I was actually feeling kind of electric an refreshed.

A new girl took the stage. She was a brunette and went by the name Annette (I suppose these names were the biggest downer, Star and Annette. I almost expected Moon and Frankie next.) Anyhow, Annette was older than most of the girls. She had a great figure, but was more my age, forty plus. I was surprised that she was a dancer in here. I was surprised how interested Tom was too. I thought he might gravitate toward the younger girls, but I was wrong. Annette had smaller boobs, but very shapely. She had a nice ass for a girl her age too. She was cute in the face, and when she finally peeled her panties off, I noticed she didn't have even one tattoo. Even more odd, she still sported some pubic hair on her mons.

As I said, of all the girls for Tom to be attracted to, Annette seemed to be the one he fancied the most. After her dance she came over to our corner, in the nude and walked right up to us and said, "Hi there, I'm Annette and if you want, I can give you a private dance in the VIP area."

Tom broke in with, "I'm sorry, but we just came in to see what it was like in here, that's all."

But this is where I put a jolt in my husbands shorts I'm sure. I said, "No, wait Annette. How much do you charge? And what are the dances like?"

Annette, said very politely and graciously, "Well, its ten dollars per song that plays, but we can fudge on that a bit 'cause your a couple and I like couples that come in here. And, either one or both of you sit in a chair, or you can trade off, and I do a dance against your lap and try and turn you on."

"Wow" I said, "Can my husband touch you at all. I mean is there contact?"

Annette said, "Well sure, there's a little, I mean you can touch my chest and all, but no penetration, and he must leave at least his boxers on and you have to leave at least your panties on."

"I see" I said, "Well, I think my husband here would like at least two songs, and I want you to do your thing. I want to see him sweat, and try and walk out of here with an embarrassingly large hardon.

At that Tom was flabbergasted I'm sure, and I jut got up and started following Annette, knowing that Tom would likely be very close behind.

You know, I have always known that Tom was a good husband. He's not a cheat. He doesn't flirt or fool around. He's a very sexy man though and like all men I know he had curiosities and longings. He would never touch another woman, and yet I know he wishes he knew what it would feel like to do it. He's a fucking guy after all. And, as odd as it may seem to some women, I want Tom to experience his own sexuality and horniness, in ways that feel fresh and new again, like when we first made out or fondled each other, or had sex. I want to give him this kind of gift, but I never have figured out a way to do it without it being something that would endanger our marriage, or perhaps even his reputation and job.

Well, tonight I'm buying my guy a fucking lap dance. And, I can't tell you how hot it makes my just thinking about it. But the thinking about it was all about to move to another level entirely.

Annette, still totally nude straddled my Tom as he sat back in a low chair. She wiggled her ass at him. She pressed her little boobies into his face. She wriggled and wiggled and she bent over and spread her twat with her fingers so that my Tm could see her clit and pussy lips about a foot from his face. Tom was clearly uncomfortable.

I told him, "Tom, just enjoy it honey, go for it, your not gonna have sex with her, your here to get turned on. And, I'm getting hot just watching you! Come on relax, and touch her tits."

He did touch her tits and ran his hands up and down her firm 40 year old body. She purred at his touches too, and I think she was digging it. Tom even ran his hand up her inner thigh and Annette had to stop him before he touched her pussy. He squeezed her bottom and played with her nipples. I actually caught myself reaching down and rubbing myself. I was more turned on than Tom was. He was still nervous, but I was kinda getting off, because for the first time in my life I was watching to human beings sexually rub and grind for horniness sake, in person. And, one of those people was the man I love.

Annette then reached down and unzipped Tom's shorts. She felt his rock hard cock with just a thin layer of boxer between her hand and his meat. I was a bot taken aback by it really, but it was harmless. I could see Toms boner had been leaking a fair amount of precum onto his boxers. Annette's hand had to be feeling it too. She actually ran her hand up and down the shaft while she softly massaged his inner thigh. It weird, but i was really turned on watching all this. Tom was still nervous. He was excited and horny to be sure, but I was really enjoying the whole thing more than he was.

Annette then went on to begin dry humping Tom, and rubbing her cunt on his lap and up and down his hardened cock. His cock even peeked out of the top of his boxers a few times as her wet pussy pulled on the fabric. Tom's hands were all over her and he was pulling her close, and then all at once it stopped, and I mean suddenly. And then I knew why. Tom had blasted off in his boxers. He had been pulling Annette tightly against himself and she was rubbing, and his hands were clasped on her tits, and bang! He fired his cum all over the insides of his boxers and even up onto his shirt. Annette giggled and so did I. It was so hot to see her get him off like that. The way she moved and the way he was so fucking horny. I know I gave him one of the hottest moments he had had sexually for probably 15 years.

But there was a new problem. I was still horny! I needed some cock and I needed it now not later.

I paid Annette and grabbed Tom and made for the door. I got him into our minivan, and told him that I was going to fuck him as so as he could find a secluded area to park. We drove for about five minutes. I was rubbing myself and even showing a little tit to some of the passing drivers. Tom was re-hardening and ready to go.

He found a quiet cud-de-sac still waiting for construction to begin, and there we fucked each others brains out. I have never in my life had an orgasm with the power of the one I felt in that van. I had my man back in my arms. He was licking my pussy. He was allowing me to ride his hard cock, only this time it was deeply buried in my cunt. He was grasping at my tits and he was so turned on. He knew that I had given him this gift of sexuality and that I had allowed us both to push our sexual envelope. The whole thing had made him into a fucking stallion. He fucked me so hard that I came in buckets all over the interior of our mini van. We had to go to a Walmart when we were through to buy some cheap towels to dry up my sexual pool from the upholstery and floor. During our sex, Tom's cock felt a full inch longer and much thicker than during our regulars at home. At one point I told him to get on his knees and I licked at his ass, which was sweaty but somehow I had to have it. I had to turn him on as never before. I licked and fingered him and I did it all at the same time as I tugged his member toward the floor. Once fucking again, Tom pulled out to cum, and he shot his load all over my tits and face. I craddled wads of his cum to my lips and licked it into my mouth (I never had done this before) and it caused a reaction in him that I wouldn't have guessed--he came again from his excitement over it.

Well, it was the hottest fucking sex I had ever had. We had a 90 mile drive to our house. and we talked about it all. The talk was also a sort of aphrodisiac. When we got home we both took a shower and fucked some more. I never would have said this before, but from now on when we're out of town, I'm planned something horny like taking Tom to a strip club. It doesn't alway have to be that, but I'm going to be the one taking the bull by the horns to get our horny side a goin'. It was simply the most exciting thing I had ever done and I longed to do more ever since. I let you all know how it goes.



The Strip Club



My friend Karin invited me to go out with her and some of her friends on Saturday night. She wanted to go to this new club that everyone heard was good. Of course the girls forgot to mention to me that we were going to an alternative strip club.

When we walked in I quickly realized that I was tricked. I tried to leave, but Karin used her feminine persuasive skills and I agreed to stay for one drink while she was going to get herself a lap dance. After that I was catching a cab home and letting the girls have their fun night out by themselves.

The other girls headed straight to the dance stage to wave dollars at the young stud dancing in a thong. While Karin and I decided to go sit in a booth and get a few drinks. I headed over to the bar and when I returned, Karin is chatting it up with one of the dancers. I slid in next to Karin and hand her a drink.

Karin turns to me, pats my thigh and says,"This is Tony," she says, "and he wants to give you a lap dance in the back."

"Me? I thought you wanted a lap dance?"

"I do, but first I want you to get one."

I was confused and tongue tied. "But I don't ...."

Karin quickly cut me off saying, "Oh come on, it'll be fun. You'll get a kick out of it. It's not like anyone else is going to know about it. Do it for me, baby. It'll be our little secret."

"Your friends will know"

"Nooo.. they'll think I'm getting one. We'll go back together. Come on let's go. Bring your drink."

Karin stands up and pulls my hand and leads the way.

I tried to think of some excuse but nothing came to me. So all three of us head into the back rooms behind the stage. We walk by Karin's group of friends and they all smile and giggle as we walk by. I hear one of them say, "She really got him to do it?" My face turns flush red when I realize that they had all probably talked about this before hand.

We walk back down the hallway to a little side room with a padded bench in the back and take our seats. Karin and I both sit down while Tony goes to put on some music.

I nervously sip my drink and look at Karin, whose giddy with excitement. The music comes on and Tony starts doing his thing. First off is his tshirt, then his little shorts and before I know it, he's gyrating his hips in front of me wearing only a red thong.

Despite my reservations, or maybe because of them, I feel myself getting aroused. I'm confused, and a little bit unnerved by the experience, but Karin seems to be in high heaven. To me, it just seemed wrong, but that's kinda what I found arousing about the situation.

"Mmmm.... that's hot Joey. I knew you'd do it for me. Go ahead grab his ass." 

I didn't know what to do, so I just listened to Karin. My hands cupped his ass and he slowly danced his crotch up to my face. I was flushed with fever at this point. My dick was rock hard by now and straining at my pants. My breath was short and I was feeling flushed with sweat.

Arousal was in Karin's voice as she told Tony that I was a closet bisexual and that this was my first time with a guy. Tony's eyes lit up. I think that fact turned him on immensely. He went from just dancing for a few dollars to being totally into it. Karin's hand was up her mini skirt, teasing herself.

Tony's gyrations were becoming more erotic by the minute. He had the idea that he was going to try and pop my cherry this evening and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. His clothed cock was being pressed against my chest as he moved to the music. The thong barely covered his package and every now and then, I'd' catch a peek.

With her free hand, Karin was rubbing the back of my head, massaging her fingers through my hair. She looked down and saw that I was totally hard, "Oh... somebody likes this. I knew you would, you're so easy to read."

Tony started to move his crotch up closer to my face. He was standing on the bench towering over me with his thong dancing inches from my face. Karin's hand pushed my head forward, while Tony moved his hips closer and soon my face was pressed against this thong.

Karin was moaning to herself as she pressed my face into his covered cock. I was totally stunned and out of my element, but I slowly opened my mouth and felt Tony press in harder to my face. At this point I was all flushed and nervous and turned on. I opened my mouth more and stuck out my tongue while he swayed his hips back and forth and my tongue licked his thong.

"That's it baby, do it for me...." Karin repositioned herself and started to rub on my cock through my pants. Precum had stained my pants with a big wet spot and Karin was eagerly massaging more out every second.

By this point I had lost all my inhibitions. I pulled aside his thong to watch his thick cock bounce out and slap me in the face. It was just what I wanted. I was panting and my mouth was open. I was bobbing my head trying to take his cock into my mouth, but Tony kept teasing me and pulling it away.

He could tell I wanted it bad and he grabbed his cock and pulled it away from my mouth. Instinctively my head leaned forward as if to suck it back to me. Karin laughed. She was right, I was a cock sucker. I tried to deny it for so long, but now with Tonys cock right in front of me I didn't care what any one called me, I just wanted him in my mouth.

Tony held up his cock to his stomach and looked down at me and said, "Say please...."

"Please.... please let me suck your cock." I whispered in heated lust. He pushed his now rock hard cock down to my mouth and I kissed it right on the head. His glistening precum made me lust for more, fortunately he was ready to give it to me. Slowly and seductively, he pushed his hardening cock between my lips. 

His taste was incredible and the feeling of a full mouth was driving me crazy. I was bucking my hips into Karin's hands as Tony was fucking my face. 

Out of nowhere he started to fuck my face with wild abandoned. I kept my mouth open as his balls slapped against my chin and his trimmed hair pressed into my nose. He thrust deep into my mouth causing me to almost gag, but he pulled out quickly and I caught my breath.

Karin stopped massaging my cock, but kept her hand there. She knew I was close to coming, but I didn't want the feeling to stop. So I kept pushing my hips into her hand while Tony grabbed the back of my head and continued. 

"He's a good little cock sucker." He said to Karin. 

Karin smiled and replied, "Well he's been sucking on my strap-on for long enough, so I think it's time he had the real thing."

The word strap-on got Tony excited. "Oh, so he likes it in the ass then?"

Karin laughed, "No he doesn't like it, he looooves it. I make him beg for it actually. Don't you, baby."

I replied with moans through a mouthful of cock. Tony pulled himself out and said, "Well maybe we should give him a treat. What do you think Joey, do you want me to really pop your cherry?"

My body was tingling all over with lust and I nodded my head. This suprised me as I this was my first time with a man, yet I wanted to go all the way. Not just sucking, but fucking too. I figured, that if I was going to do this, I wanted it all. I've already passed the herterosexual boundaries, so why not just go all the way. If I was going to be classified as 'gay' I might as well enjoy it all, right? 

At this point, everything started to be a blur. Karin's hands moved to my pants and undid my belt while Tony step away and removed his thong.

"Get on your knees, Joey. I want to see you get fucked. I know you want it. I can see it in your eyes. Tonight I'm going to make you my little gay boy toy and I'm going to love every minute of it."

My pants were pulled down and I turned around on the bench. Kneeling on the ground with my ass in the air, I felt Karin massaging my ass cheeks. Tony got behind me and I turned to see Karin slobbering spit all over his cock, getting it nice and lubed up for me. Even through my fog of lust, I could appreciate this act of kindness, because Karin never really did like sucking cock. Then she spit on my asshole and Tony started to rub his cock up and down my crack.

"This is too hot," Karin said, "I need to get some pictures." She pulled out her phone and steps back to take some shots. "Look at the camera and say cheese." I turn my head around at the exact moment she flashed a shot of me on my knees, pants down around my ankles and Tony the stripper getting ready to penetrate my ass.

I was too lost in the moment to care and when Tony started pressing his cock into my asshole, I started pushing my hips back to meet his thrusts. His cock was full thick and I felt him stretching my hole. It hurt at first, but it was a hot sexy type of hurt that I loved. 

Karin was egging us both on, "Look at you, Joey... you're suck a faggy slut. Push back into him, you know you want it deeper."

"I do... I want it so bad..... fuck me. Fuck me hard." I was so turned on. I totally forgot about this being gay sex. For me it was just hot and dirty and I wanted more. Precum was leaking out of me as he massaged my prostate. His thrusts started getting more intense. I could sense that he was on the verge, when I thought he was going to come, he pulled out and told me to turn around.

Like a little cum slut, I obeyed and found myself kneeling down in front of him while he stroked his cock. I looked over at Karin and she was now taking a video of the whole scene. I didn't think about who she was going to show this to or what she was going to do with it. I really didn't care at that moment, I only wanted Tony's cum in face. 

My hands were on his hips and ass as he let loose a torrent of cum all over my face. The first gush shot in my open mouth, but then he kept on shooting cum all over my face. It tasted delicious and my tongue was out licking it off my lips while the rest of it dripped off my face and onto my shirt. Gush after gush shot all over my face and hair and I reveled in the dirtiness of it all.

Karin moved in with her camera, "Smile for the camera! How's that feel, faggy?"

"Incredible.... and delicious." I said between deep breaths as I licked my lips.

"That was so hot, Joey. You got me so freaking wet."

Tony, started to get dressed up and said that this lap dance was on him. With a quick 'thanks' he was out the door.

Karin started to wipe the cum off my face with her fingers and feed it to me. I greedily sucked her fingers cleaning them off. "You realize that now you're gay, right? Like they say, suck one cock and you're a cock sucker for life."

"Whatever... Karin. Let's get out of here. I want to go home and rip your clothes off."

I pulled myself up from my knees and pulled up my pants. Karin handed me my pants and I noticed a huge wet spot on my crotch from my precum. "Karin, I look like I've just been fucked. I can't walk out there. My hair is a mess, my clothes are wrinkled and there's cum on my pants"

"Oh, it'll be fine, no one will notice or even pay attention." I could tell she was lying, but there was nothing I could do. As we headed out, we walked by the table with Karin's girlfriends. Karin told them that we were going to head home and that she'd call them later. They all looked at me as if they knew what happened. I thought I heard Karin say, "I'll send you the pics tomorrow." I realized that I had been set up and I was totally humiliated, but at the same time, I wouldn't have changed a thing about that night.