Private Dancer An Adult Story
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It had been over two months since I first saw my wife dance erotically online. I had seen her a few more times and was even more aroused the more I saw her perform. She had asked if I minded her doing that. I had told her I thought she was incredible and if she enjoyed doing it, then she should continue.
“I’ve had an offer about my dancing,” Susan said as we sat down for dinner.
“What kind of offer?”
“Your golf club has asked me to dance live at their end of season dinner party.”
I felt my jaw drop on the table. It took me several moments before I could even think to reply.“They want you to do your routine live?”
I just got done remodeling my basement. I already had a full bar. Some nice video games. A big pool table. A huge flat screen and some leather couches on one side. I put in some new carpeting. Made the small bathroom much larger. Add a huge bathtub and glass shower to make it nicer. I even built a better entrance from the back yard. I put in a poker table and some nice chairs and bar stools for the roomI had seen a movie last week. That made me think I needed to add something more to my man...
The music was loud and pulsing as the DJ announced her. She stepped through the black-light back lit threshold, through the colourful beads, and onto the stage. The crowd was good and through the smoke, into the darkened room, she saw her. The men waving their Euros and Pounds and Dollars faded as her focus honed in on the woman on the side of the stage. She liked it when women were there. Men, bless them, can be such mindless c***dren at times. But, stripping for other women made her hot and...
Just a true short story about my recent Birthday surprise.It was the day of my Birthday and whilst opening the presents from my wife she announced that she had arranged a party that evening to celebrate.The party was to be in the large converted cellar of our house and was to be attended by lots of our close friends, colleagues and neighbours.I had converted our once dark damp cellar into a sort of games area and bar with soft lighting and a superb sound system that was a great place to have a...
ExhibitionismSuper Michelle wanting revenge for getting caught last time returning back to Shadow Dancers lair. Ready for some payback.....Super Michelle Crashes though the Lair ceiling. Landing noisily in the throne room. her heels cracking the floor under the might impact."We meet again Shadow Dancer! This time you will go back to jail!" - she yells to the villainessShadow Dancer YOU! glares back at you as you land not too far away. YOU AGAIN!Super Michelle Yes! Surrender now or face my power!"Shadow...
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When the dancer pulled his cock out of Kathy's cunt and got off the bed I could see the gaping hole between her legs and I'd swear that if I was kneeling in front of her with a flashlight I could have looked up that tunnel and counted her teeth. I watched as it slowly closed, squeezing out a glob of cum as it did. Kathy lay spent on the bed and watched as the dancer got dressed. What happened next I would not have seen had I been in the guestroom where I was supposed to be. The dancer...
Chapter Two Dancers are More than DancingI settled myself in to a chair at a table where I was far enough from the stage to be unobtrusive but close enough not to offend. My days watching strippers were long gone, and while it had been a source of visual stimulation and pleasure, it wore thin as I drank beer less and less. Oddly it felt weird to order wine in a peeler bar, and my bladder could not handle copious amounts of beer anymore.I had timed my arrival so that I would be seated with a...
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Jefferson Darcy could not believe it. He was at the nudie bar while Marcy was at work, like usual. When a new dancer came out on stage. The new stripper was his gorgeous, blonde, teenage neighbor, Kelly Bundy. Jefferson had seen Kelly in various states of un-dress since he had moved in with Marcy, but never like this. The music blared from the sound system as she stepped out onto the tiny stage in the middle of the bar. This was not the usual bar that he would frequent with his best friend and...
So my sister Missy was a stripper. So what. I had some problems with a few of my friends when they found out; endless questions and defense of her character. It was even worse if friends actually saw her perform. I had a real falling out with a friend who, drunk, asked me if I ever wanted to fuck her. That stuff was tough to deal with, but, hey, I was her brother and it was my job to defend her. She was an adult and could do what she wanted.And being a stripper doesn't automatically make you a...
So my sister Missy was a stripper. So what. I had some problems with a few of my friends when they found out; endless questions and defense of her character. It was even worse if friends actually saw her perform. I had a real falling out with a friend who, drunk, asked me if I ever wanted to fuck her. That stuff was tough to deal with, but, hey, I was her brother and it was my job to defend her. She was an adult and could do what she wanted.And being a stripper doesn't automatically make you a...
I almost always stopped at the Cherry pit on my way home, I was never there very long, just long enough to get a nice hard on. Being young and almost always horny plus having a beautiful young wife that was equally horny and willing, made it easy for me to fuck her brains out every chance I got. I would almost always arrive home with a very stiff bulge and would grab Jane and kiss her along with pressing myself against her. She would then say, I know where you have been, she never minded at...
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MoneyIt had been over two months since I first saw my wife dance erotically online. I had seen her a few more times and was even more aroused the more I saw her perform. She had asked if I minded her doing that. I had told her I thought she was incredible and if she enjoyed doing it, then she should continue. “I’ve had an offer about my dancing,” Susan said as we sat down for dinner. “What kind of offer?” “Your golf club has asked me to dance live at their end of season dinner party.” I felt my jaw...
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