A true story of my one night in my days as a male go-go dancer. A male stripper sex story.
Working as a male go-go dancer from Key West to Provincetown, I learned firsthand that often women can become pretty daring. While dancing, rotating my buns as I thread my way between the tables, I’ve had even the most prim-looking gray-haired ladies grope my crotch and go as far as to slip their nimble fingers between the elastic of my briefs.
Recently, I was enjoying some well-earned time off when a friend asked if I’d be interested in earning some easy money posing for a women’s art club. Sure, I said, expecting anything but what happened.
Most of the women were older, mid-thirties and up, a lot of divorcees and several widows. Everything went fine until I disrobed and took my position on the small elevated platform wearing only a skimpy bikini. One of the students, a svelte woman around forty, with the firm, pointed tits and short-cropped, salt and pepper hair recognized me as a dancer from one of the local clubs. She got the other women revved up, and soon art went down the tubes as the class clustered around me pleading for a demonstration of my act. They’d make it well worthwhile, they promised, with much more than I’d earn posing. I couldn’t resist.
A few minutes into my bump-and-grind, thrusting my hips and cock at those horny, sex-starved art lovers, a tall striking blonde with soft melon boobs, leaped on stage and whisked off her wraparound skirt. She began to match my gyrations. Suddenly her blouse was sailing through the air and she unsnapped her bra, releasing her Dolly Parton-size jugs, jiggling them at me as she thrust her full round hips at my cock. By now my crotch was beginning to bulge. She spotted the outline of my growing erection and smiled, lips parted and tongue sticking out.
I will if you will…
“I will if you will,” she dared, sticking her thumbs beneath the elastic of her sheer pink bikini panties. A chorus of “Take it off!” filled the room. Money floated on stage at our feet. “Fuck it,” I said. “Why not?”
I eased my briefs down over my hips and as my stiff dick sprung in to view the whole group cheered. I was turned on by all of the adulations and my cock was rock hard. I have this little trick where, by flexing my sphincter muscle, I’m able to make my dick jump up and down. I did it several times, waving at them, and the blonde ripped off her panties, dropped to her knees, and lunged at my dick with her open mouth. She swallowed my entire nine-inches with one gasping gulp. Her warm mouth was drooling like crazy and after a few wet mouth-pumps, I was coated with her saliva.
She took my cock out of her mouth and knelt up straight, then stuck my dripping dong between those melon mammaries, molding the soft flesh around it, and began massaging me as I began to pump my hips, tit-fucking her.
The salt-and-pepper-haired woman climbed on stage and began licking the head of my cock as it slid between the blonde’s quivering tits.
A torrent of women’s clothes flew overhead; jerseys, bras, panties, pantyhose, all sizes, and colors. After that everything happened so fast I couldn’t keep track of the sexual free-for-all.
Cushions suddenly appeared on stage and I was being pushed down on them. A thin woman with a firm athletic body and clean-shaven cunt was impaling herself on my cock as an auburn-haired amazon lowered her flaming red creaming pussy down on my mouth. I felt tongues flicking
me all over, in my armpits, over my nipples, working over my toes, and burrowing into my belly button, the delicious slurping and sucking sound blending with soft moans and excited cries.
My cock seemed to be everywhere at once. In mouths, between tits, large and soft, small and firm, in cunts, warm moist palms, some with long slender fingers, others short and pudgy.
I don’t remember how many times I came that night, but I know I was sore in the morning and couldn’t get a hard-on for three days!
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