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Her Story about Male Strippers 2 of 2

Her Story about Male Strippers 2 of 2

I stammered, what - what is this? I owe you this is crazy! A fucking thousand dollars we didn't break anything.

Those glasses broke when you jumped on the table during your dance number. Nor did we tear that silly guy's thong I threw the damage report on the desk in disgust, these charges are trumped up.

This has to be settled tonight, he said. I don't have that kind of money to just give away. I will have to get the girls to pitch in and help me, I replied. I could cry. None of them had any money left. He knew this too.

They are broke, I bet. The bar tab was rather high and they do believe in tipping the dancers. He pulled out a wad of money from his desk drawer, counting it as I sat there, trying to find a solution to my problem.

What do you suggest, sir? I asked. My heart pounded, as I waited for his response. I was going to get my friends for this. I didn't know how or when but one day I would.

Let's see if we can reach a settlement here. Tell you what; I will deduct the bill for the counseling and the thong, since he quit tonight. Say, give me $200 bucks and we will be even Steven. He smiled as if he were offering me manna from heaven.

I don't have $200, I sighed. I had never been arrested before. Was I doomed to become the wife of a butch woman named Mo?

He said back in his chair, Well, miss, looks like I will have to call the police. Tsk- tsk I thought you would opt for the easy quiet way.

Don't call the cops, I said in a pleading voice. I thought he was a nice guy but now I knew looks were deceiving. "Sir, I can't pay this now. Can we make some kind of arrangements?

I have a solution, he said, shuffling through his tip money he made from his dance. You dance for me, and I will tip you until our matter is settled. Mind you, the hotter the dance, the better the tip.

I didn't know a thing about dancing burlesque. Oh hell, I was going to go for it. I stood up, saying, Music would help me find my rhythm. He smiled I think you're the kind of girl that Barry White sings about. The slow sensual sounds of Barry filled the air. I closed my eyes and began to sway with the music.

I moved my chair into the center of the room, pointing at it, indicating that I wanted him to sit in it. His turquoise eyes watched my slow sensual gyrating. He held out a dollar. Where to put it was the question? I had a sleeveless navy dress on with a heart shaped neckline, black satin thong and navy heels. No bra or stockings on since it was summer and I had a slight tan.

I leaned down for him to put the money in my cleavage. I danced through the song, earning more dollars. I guess my dancing was boring. He suggested, Remove some clothing and you may get better tips and not get worn out. He laughed at my expression of duress.

To be honest, I was getting heated up. His eyes dared me. I took a deep breath, slowly removing my dress and letting it fall to the floor. I stood before him, naked but for heels and my black satin thong. Cupping my orange sized breasts with their tawny colored nipples, which were erect and screaming to be touched, I straddled him. Moving my hips in a slow circle, I was inches above his lap. I removed my hands, lifting them into my hair and then weaving my fingers through my long hair. I looked down at him. My firm round breasts had his attention.

He took a $20 and slowly slipped in inside the string of my thong. I slid down on his lap, grinding and leaning backwards, so that my nipples stood upwards and my hair cascaded down my back. I could feel his erection growing, as I moved against it. Could he feel my wetness, and my heat and my wanton need?

I whipped my hair forward and moved my upper body to the slow grind of Barry's voice, while my pussy moved in circles over his now rigid cock. He pushed my hips down on his lap, saying, Damn it, I can't take this. He grabbed my hair, pulling my mouth down on his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, as our kiss releases animalistic passion. His mouth caught my tongue, slowly sucking it into his. I rubbed my breasts against the fabric of his shirt.

His strong hands moved to caress them while I grinded more lustily on his cock.

His tall 6' 10" frame overshadowed my small petite 5' 4", as he lifted me along with him off the chair. He moved us over to his desk, where he swept everything off with his arm. Tongue flickering my nipples, first one and then the other, he moved his hands over to my thong. I felt the fabric bite into my flesh as he ripped it off. Now I wore only my heels. Kissing down my stomach, I shivered. I couldn't believe this was happening. My wetness was a river of dreams.

He rubbed his smooth check along my soft inner thigh, before he dipped his tongue inside me. I almost came on the spot. He massaged my nipples as he licked my quivering Labia, teasing my clit. It was almost like he knew intuitively how to torture my pussy with his talented mouth. When I came, there was a gush of wetness, pure honey for his pleasure.

I sat up, breathless, you're not naked, I said. He laughed, helping me undress him. I traced his abs as he undid his pants. When I saw his tangerine G-string, I giggled. My slender soft hand slid inside to find it packed with cock. No fluffed stuff there.

With delicate care, I traced the length of his massive tool with a sculptured pink nail. He was oozing pre-cum. My dance had gotten him riled up. I flicked my tongue over the head. He groaned in pleasure when I engulfed the first three inches of his thick 10. He was big and fat; it had been ages for me. I hoped I could accommodate him, I knew one thing though and that was that I would die trying.

My hands moved over to his tender balls, as I sucked slowly on his cock head. I let my tongue roll around in my mouth. He took my head in his hands, No, baby, not yet. I have to have your hot pussy. He pushed my back on the desk.

He pulled me to the edge, pushing my legs open and resting on his shoulders. I felt the head of his cock at my pussy cavern.

I will be easy, he said.

He moved into me with the slowness of a long wet kiss. His cock twitched, as my pussy muscles encased it like a velvet glove. He moaned you are so tight. I don't know how long I can last.

Then he pushed all the way into me. I shuddered, as I had never felt so full.

Hoisting my legs over his shoulders, he pumped into me. With one hand, he rubbed my joy button. I couldn't control it. Something deep inside me started to build. Was it from the pressure of his rimmed cock head rubbing against my G-spot? Whatever it was, I knew I would come in a matter of seconds from the combination of the inward pressure and his gentle dance on my clit.

I felt the gripping of my pussy as I came on his cock, he cried out too. Our orgasms began together and danced wildly as one. My nipples were so hard, I felt as if they were going to break. I looked down at them, amazed at how taut they were.

Once again, I was picked up as if I were a feather. With his cock still rigid inside me, he carried me over to the chair we were sitting in when our dance of debauchery began.

Kiss me, he whispered on my lips.

We performed a duet of soft tongue touches, which soon moved into a serenade of passion. I instinctively began to grind on him. All through our wild carnal knowledge, Barry White droned on, singing the words to our song of erotic torture.

With a groan, he lifted me off only to plunge me down again. Over and over we lunged onto each other, my pussy Cumming over and over on his torrid prick. He pushed me down, all the way, holding me there. I could feel his cock against the upper wall of my pussy. Moving a hand down my stomach, I massaged it, pressing it with my fingers.

He cried out, Sherrie…Baby...I'm cu…umm...ing."

I could feel his cock shooting off its hot load under my hand and feel its hotness within my pussy. I milked him with my muscle, draining his cock.

Pulling me close, he inhaled close to my ear whispering, I wanted to do this the second I looked into your pretty eyes. You dared me with them, you know.

I smiled, because I knew the feeling.

So, did I work off the damage bill? I asked as I played with his chin.

And then some, he said, In fact, you have enough left over to take me out for breakfast. Let's get dressed, get your rowdy girls home and go get some chow.

My heart danced for our night was far from over. I devilishly laughed, only if we can have dessert at my place. He tossed my dress at me with a laugh. Only if I can get another dance!


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