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Call me Carley,
I work in a strip bar in a small town northeast of Toronto. 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 hot orifice 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 drives 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 everytime.
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. Fiery-red hair cascaded half way down my back. My tits stood at attention like two loyal soldiers. I was looking damn good.
I went to the disc jockey’s booth and told him to play something upbeat.
When the stripper before me stepped off the stage, my heart began to flutter.
“Ok guys, I want you to get ready to blaaaaaasssst oooooooffff, ‘‘ the D.J. said “this next girl is going to take you to a galaxy far, far away. So come on everybody, give it up for…Carley!!”
A hush fell over the yalova escort crowd as I sashayed up the steps to the dais. The stageside seats were filled with stiff-dicked men. They kept wads of 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 to his face and let my 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 nametag 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 five dollar bill. I set my arms akimbo and raised an eyebrow at him. He thrust the bill toward me, nodding his head.
I picked up his bottle 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 fiver out of his hand. I bent my body over the railing provocatively 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 edirne escort 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 palpitations through his pants. When I knew he was ready to cum, I brushed my cheek 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 fiver with my teeth.
The hard throbs from the speakers faded. For my final performance, I had chosen a slow and seductive 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 my legs. The guys began to salivate when they saw my muff, which was shaved into a thin, red line.
I grabbed the centerstage pole with both hands and arched my back. A few men whistled as I whirled myself in a circle.
After I stopped, I found the soldier and fixed my gaze on him. He coolly 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 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 officially assigned to come on stage and fuck me,” I said.
He climbed over the brass rail and started put his arms around me.
“No,” erzurum escort I said. “We have to be careful. The manger 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 pussy lips onto his bulge. Tingles, like the flaps of a thousand butterfly wings, flew up in 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 hard cock 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 shot a large hot wad of cum deep into me; my pussy 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 rookie cop was enjoying some R and R at the bar when he saw 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 travelers in suits. But I am always hoping that maybe–just maybe–Sgt. Robinson will come in and we’ll be able to do it all over again.
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