1. Getting caught


    Date: 11/11/2014, Categories: Group Sex, Voyeur, Author: mazoola, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    San Francisco's most dubious stripclub. (I'd gone there because at the time I hadn't yet learned my wife was a whore; as it was a Friday, her usual night to work, I thought it best *not* to go by the club where she [presumably] worked.) Fortunately, there is always a lot of lateral movement among clubs, and several dancers who'd previously worked with my wife were now on the Market Street night shift... ...including a cute and curvy 20-year-old of mixed Jewish/Creole parentage. As a teenager, she'd been a professional dancer, touring with various interchangeable boy bands, performing for arenas full of pre's, 'tweens, and young teens. Around the time she began to outgrow the music, her body outgrew *her*, and she segued easily into life as a nude lap dancer. I'd gotten to know her pretty well during her stint at my wife's club, and I always looked forward to taking her into one of the 'stand-up lap dance' rooms -- primarily because, once she discovered I could get her off, she was determinedly and tirelessly devoted to getting her nut, no matter who was watching, no matter what rules she needed to bend -- no matter how astoundingly pussy-driven a slut she became. The sound of my wife slamming the door behind her as she left hadn't finished echoing up and down the street before this little vixen invited herself to come home with me. It was more endearing than anything else: First, she was way young, with little experience of good sex. And, second, as a hottie of long standing ...
    -- even worse, as a hottie *and professional entertainer* -- she tended to think her contribution to the sex act was merely showing up. I finally hit upon a one-two combination where I'd eat her out until she came and then, while she was refracting gratefully, pull her on top of me and make her ride. (It worked almost too well: Once she discovered how quickly and intensely I could make her come, I didn't think I'd *ever* get her off my face....) Anyway, that night I'd lapped with a few other dancers while waiting for Sara to appear. Turns out some guy had hired her to put on a long, drawn out pissing-and-masturbation show in the theater's 'shower stage.' Since the customer was determined to choreograph her entire performance down to which fingers to stick up her ass while rubbing her clit at a specified tempo, she hadn't been able to get within arm's length of an orgasm. Accordingly, when I ran into her fresh from the shower show, she was squeaky clean and horny as hell. "Dude, you GOTTA eat my pussy -- like NOW!" she said, grabbing me by the arm and dragging me off to the most dimly lit of private rooms. "Are you sure?" I asked, knowing full well that at that point in the Cinema's existence, any instance of what was euphemistically known as 'specials' was grounds for immediate dismissal. As much as I wanted to munch the little whore's linoleum (like her rug, but cleanly shaved), I didn't want to be the catalyst for her getting fired from yet another strip club. "Yeah," she ...
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