1. Penny's Worth - Chapter 4


    Date: 4/7/2015, Categories: Wife Lovers, Author: KrystalClear, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Gloria remained on top. “Experience counts for something, ladies,” she laughed. The party was just starting to kick into high gear. The elevator door opened a short time later, and four slabs of male beefcake walked into the room. The male strippers I’d ordered had arrived. With Hayden as lead dancer, the men quickly peeled down to tight shorts and enticed us with their impressive packages. One of us started a chant of “Cock. Wood. Show us some rod.” And we all joined in. The blonde male, with a crew cut and budging pecks shouted over the music, “We can’t. It’s not allowed by the agency. It’d be indecent.” Quinn yelled, “We’re all whores. We’ve seen it before. We still want to see more.” She held up a fist full of hundred-dollar bills. Most of the rest of us tossed money onto the table and continued our chant for cock. Team Prostitute won the day. Each man pulled off their trunks and shimmied before us bare assed naked. They all had developed massive erections. The chant changed to “Masturbate. Ejaculate. Cum on guys, shoot us a load.” Team Stripper had little choice. They dared not disappoint a room full of frenzied harlots. The male with shoulder length dark hair rubbed his cock and balls as we shrieked for it. His jizz soon splattered out, first hitting Hayden's ass with a heap of glop and in the next wave, managing to shoot as far as Quinn’s tits. Moving in time to the hammering music, Hayden rubbed the goo over her gyrating body, while several members of Team ...
    Prostitute dove in to lick it off of Quinn. We still weren’t done with our depravity. A loud chant rose throughout the room, “One last lay. One last lay.” It took some coaxing, but finally, Quinn acquiesced to our decadent persuasions. “But I was saving myself for my wedding night.” That got the biggest laugh of the evening. She lay on top of the money scattered across the table. One by one each of the male strippers took turns inserting his erection into her muff. With each male she legitimately came (we could all tell when it was faked) and we yelled out the count. By the time the crew cut stripper emptied his load into Quinn, she’d achieved five explosive climaxes on her final voyage. This may have marked the end of her career, but we made sure Quinn went out with a bang. ~ ~ ~ Rearrangements They say that when one door closes, another opens and then something about not staring longingly at the closed door. My open door came the very next day, but I was almost too hung over to be able to tell. As I walked through the lobby, the desk clerk signaled me. “Excuse me, Ms. Vivian, James Roberts has asked to see you as soon as you arrived.” I wore a pair of dark shades to protect my eyes from the searing dim light of the lobby, and my head was still throbbing. “The party shouldn’t have disturbed anyone. That’s why the penthouse is sound proofed.” “It has nothing to do with a party, but there will be additional clean up fees.” “Fine, add it to my bill.” I started to walk off. “No, Mr. ...
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