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A Night On The Town free porn video
Brenda and John enjoy a romantic evening and then go
for a walk. Before they know it, they're in a seedy
part of town and then in a sleazy strip joint... on
amateur night. (M+/F, wife, exh, orgy)
***
Brenda and John were having a lovely dinner together.
They had all night if they wanted it. It had been a
rough couple months. The project had been a big one,
and they'd been very happy to get it. The money of
course was always welcome. The long hours were
grueling. And now, with the job complete, they treated
themselves to a perfect romantic evening alone, with
only the best food and wine. The candle lit table
overlooked the city, beautiful in the night, the
lights sparkling below. The small orchestra had
already played their favorite songs.
John and Brenda had gotten up and danced slowly,
closely, enjoying each other so much. Brenda had felt
John's stirring, and admitted she needed and wanted
him. Oh so badly. She was tempted to invite him into
the bathroom. But it was a "nice" restaurant, and
there were people they knew professionally. She'd have
to wait for later.
The waiter came to their table and drained their
second bottle of wine into the two glasses. John had
pulled his chair close to Brenda, and she sat with her
head on his shoulder, sipping her wine, enjoying the
feel of him. Enjoying his smell. It was so nice, so
comfortable, so pleasant. It was a wonderful feeling.
John was comfortable too. After a while, a couple just
fits together. Brenda's head was perfectly under his
chin. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. Her hand
on his knee was warm and soft, and he loved the way
she rubbed and squeezed. They sat together, simply
enjoying their togetherness, not talking, just holding
each other and finishing the wine.
But nothing can last forever. The wine was gone, and
the wait staff were beginning to be impatient. John
paid the bill, and they left that lovely restaurant.
The night was warm and sultry. John started toward
retrieving the car, but Brenda held him back. "No,
John, let's go for a walk, please?" She looked up at
him, her lips forming a perfect pout, her soft brown
eyes pleading. "Let's not go home yet. The night is
still young. It's our night. Please?"
How could John refuse? "Sure," he said, putting his
arm around her waist. Why not? Maybe it was the end of
the pressure of the job. Her smile was radiant as she
put her arm around him as well, and they started down
the sidewalk. She looked like a million bucks, just
like always, but especially tonight. Her skirt hit her
in her mid-thigh, showing off her long, tanned,
freshly waxed legs. The three inch heels of her pumps
made her calves stand out just so. Her blouse fit her
snuggly, showing off her figure beautifully. Her long
brown hair cascaded down her back in beautiful waves.
John knew how other men stared at her, and reveled in
their jealousy.
She leaned on him, holding him, possessing him. They
walked, not talking, just enjoying the night, block
after block. John was so lost in his thoughts,
reliving in his mind special times with Brenda,
imagining what would happen later, he didn't notice
that they'd left the nice part of the city.
"John, look," said Brenda softly, snapping him out of
his reverie.
He looked, and Brenda was pointing at what was clearly
a rough strip bar. "It's amateur night," she told him.
Indeed, there was a sign outside the door that stated
just that. "Let's go in!" She exclaimed.
"What? Here? Ummm," stammered John.
"Oh, John, it'll be so fun! Imagine the type women who
will be in there! It'll be a great laugh later! OH,
please, John?"
John thought it over. They were clearly overdressed
for this place. u*********sly he placed his hand on
his wallet. But if his wife wanted him to go in here
and watch strange women take their clothes off, who
was he to argue?
"Sure, love, anything that pleases you," he assented.
Brenda rewarded him with a radiant smile and a kiss on
the cheek.
They crossed the street to the bar. John paid the
cover charge and they went in.
The place was dimly lit. Of course it was, that's what
rough seedy bars always look like. It smelled of
booze, old sweat and cigarette smoke. There was a bar
along the left side and a few tables s**ttered around.
The stage was right in the middle of the floor,
flooded with light.
The woman up on stage had to be in her forties. Or
maybe she was younger, but had lived a rough life of
booze and pills. Her hair looked like a rat's nest.
She stared around blankly out of dead eyes, trying to
look alluring. The men, and few women, in the bar were
hooting and hollering at her to take off her clothes.
She danced clumsily around the stage, trying to use
the pole in the center, but didn't seem able to lift
or hold herself on it. John thought she was likely
messed up on something right now. John went to the
bar, and got a couple bottles of beer, not trusting
the cleanliness of any glass they might have behind
that bar. When he returned to where Brenda stood, the
dancer was nude from the waist up, her sagging breasts
flopping obscenely as she bounced around the stage.
She stepped out of her mini skirt, revealing a thong,
and a bush that protruded from underneath.
Far from aroused, John was only fascinated by the
display, and wondered if the woman would go full nude,
or just strut around in her thong. She moved to the
edge of the stage, and turned and wiggled her flabby
ass at the men gathered there, letting them all get a
good feel of her ass. Then she bent over, reached
behind herself, and pulled her thong aside, revealing
her hairy pussy to the crowd. There was a general
cheer at that. And then one of the men by the stage
actually stuck a finger in her, to an even bigger
roar. People were chanting, "Fuck her, fuck her!" The
dancer loved it, and rocked herself back and forth on
the unknown finger in her, grunting loudly as she did,
to more cheers and rude comments.
Then, to even louder cheers, she stood up, turned
around and launched herself on the man who'd been
fingering her, wrapping her arms around him, kissing
him, wrapping a leg around his hips and grinding her
pelvis on him. She reached down and opened his fly,
and pulled out his stiff cock. She dropped to her
knees and started giving him and expert blowjob, right
in front of everyone. The crowd was cheering and
chanting, "Go! Go! Go!" And before long the man cried
out, "FUCK!" and spewed his cum all over her face. The
crowd went wild.
John was fascinated, but wondered what his beautiful,
classy wife thought of such debauchery. He turned to
her, and Brenda's eyes were blazing. Seeing John look
at her, she pulled him close, and whispered huskily in
his ear, "I am so gonna fuck your brains out later."
John's cock instantly went hard. He wanted to leave
immediately, and get to it.
"Wait, John. I have to use the restroom before we walk
back to the car. It's a long walk." She handed John
her purse, and disappeared into the crowd. John looked
at his watch, hoping she'd be back soon. There was a
general announcement that the next contestant was
ready to take the stage. The lights went out, and a
sexy salsa tune started blaring over the sound system.
The lights came up, and John looked at the stage to
see who the next girl was.
She had her back to him, tossing long brown hair, hips
wiggling to the music, already stripping out of her
blouse. And then she turned.
John's mouth dropped open. His first instinct was to
run to the stage. But there was already a mad rush to
get closer, as the new contestant was drop dead
gorgeous, easily the best of the night, probably the
best this place had ever seen.
Brenda had disappeared into the crowd, and immediately
sought out whoever was in charge of the "competition"
there. The money she had tucked in her bra had
convinced the man to let her go next. And Brenda could
tell by the lewd stare he gave her, that the man
really wanted to see Brenda's hot body. That look
alone had made her moist.
From the stage, Brenda found John's face in the crowd,
letting him see her lust and her arousal at so many
staring at her. John was floored. The look on Brenda's
face was so lascivious, a look he'd never seen before.
He was frozen where he stood, transfixed as his wife
played the slut in front of a bar full of dirty men
and women, showing her beautiful sexy body to them.
Brenda was strutting around the entire stage, wiggling
sensuously to the music, occasionally treating one of
the men right by the stage to a pelvic thrust. The
crowd was going wild for her. Still in her bra and
skirt, she let them stare, and teased, first slipping
a strap down her shoulder, then hiking her skirt,
showing her shapely thighs. She was killing them with
her flirtation
She danced to the edge, and leaned over, letting her
tits spill, nearly out of her bra. When the man in
front of her reached up, she didn't draw back, but let
him fondle her tits through her bra. Her eyes rolled
back in pleasure from the strange man's touch.
On the stage, she used everything she'd learned on the
catwalk, all the dance moves she loved, to draw the
crowd in. She was so incredibly aroused by the
attention. She wondered how John would really react.
This was for him, but it was for her as well.
When the stranger squeezed her tits, her knees nearly
buckled. She felt it right down in her now gushing
pussy. God she was so turned on.
She pulled back and then went and leaned over for
another stranger, repeating the performance, letting
him squeeze and fondle her. She had never felt such
lust in her life.
Spotting a woman who had wormed her way to the edge of
the stage, Brenda strutted over to her, stood on the
edge of the stage, legs spread, and lifted her skirt
to the woman, showing her crotch, knowing she was
obviously wet and had soaked through her panties. When
the woman reached up, Brenda backed off, but smiling.
She gave the woman a wiggle of her hips, then leaned
over, again letting her tits fall. Only this time, she
slipped the straps off her shoulders. Her perfect firm
tits popped out to the roaring approval of the crowd.
The woman in front reached and grabbed one in each
hand, fondling and pinching Brenda's nipples.
She nearly orgasmed at that. Brenda sat on the edge of
the stage in front of the woman, who she could see now
was missing a few teeth, with dirty, stringy hair. She
could smell her body odor. Brenda reached out and
pulled the woman's head to her tit, urging her to
suckle.
And suckle she did, first one, then the other. The
crowd was raucous, chanting, "Suck! Suck! Suck!" The
woman sucked loudly, increasing Brenda's arousal, if
that were possible. She pushed the woman back, and
stood again, strutting again like on the catwalk,
removing her bra completely. Every so often she would
lean over to let another man fondle her nipples or
squeeze her tits.
"Show us your ass!" someone screamed. The place
erupted as the crowd took up a chant of "Show us your
ass!" Brenda continued to strut and wiggle as the
crowd begged her to show her ass, intoxicated by the
attention. She danced in circles, wiggling her ass at
them, making them crazy.
Then she stopped turning, and just wiggle at them, her
hands on the hem of her skirt, slowly, ever so slowly,
lifting it. She stopped as she felt the hem against
the bottom of her ass cheeks, wiggling and teasing, as
the crowd begged her to keep going.
And she did, slowly pulling up her skirt, revealing
her firm ass, covered in only her thong. She was
amazing. The crowd roared again. And then she had the
skirt off, and had turned, thrusting her pussy at
them, pulling up on it, showing her camel toe, showing
her wetness.
She strutted to the edge again, and to a man there
said, "smell me."
The man did, stuffing his nose against her sopping
crotch. When he tried to grab her, she pushed him off.
"Not yet," she grunted. She treated several more men
to her sopping crotch, then danced again to the center
of the stage. There as she wiggled and danced, she
slowly slipped her thong down, revealing her perfectly
smooth pussy, glistening wet. She hugged the pole for
the first time, now fully nude but for her pumps. She
lifted her leg like a dancer, up, up, up, until her
foot was fully extended above her head, exposing
herself completely to the crowd.
She could see that several men already had their cocks
out, openly masturbating as she paraded in front of
them. Seeing that turned her into a being of pure
lust. She strutted to the man who had first grabbed
her tits. She sat on the low stage in front of him,
opening her legs in a lewd display of her cunt.
Looking him in the eye, she commanded, "Fuck me. Now!"
The man had his pants down and stiff cock out in an
instant. Brenda's mind was overwhelmed with lust, and
all she wanted was a cock, a lot of cocks, in her. The
cock in front of her was not particularly large or
small, but it would do. The man it belonged to was
maybe in his fifties, bald, with a pot belly, the
sleeves of his shirt had been cut off, revealing two
burly, hairy arms, covered in tattoos. He moved
between her legs, positioning his cock at her pussy.
He grabbed her hips, and as he did so, Brenda saw the
tattoos on his knuckles, as well. And then he thrust
in her.
"Oh, God!" She screamed. "Yes! Fuck me!" And the crowd
took up the chant, "Fuck her!" The man pounded her in
rhythm to the chanting. As the chanting picked up
speed, so did he. As he fucked her, Brenda looked at a
nearby man, and said, "You're next." That man
immediately dropped his pants and started stroking his
hard cock. Brenda was pleased to see that this fellow
was well endowed. Meanwhile bald man was nearing his
climax, grunting and puffing and hammering at her. And
then he held inside her, and she knew his cum was
flooding her. She was in ecstasy.
And then he pulled back, to be replaced by Mr. Big
Cock, who roughly shoved his huge member into her,
stretching her, splitting her open. She nearly came at
his first thrust. Later she couldn't even remember
what he looked like, only remembering his huge cock
popping out of his pants. Brenda was screaming and
grunting like an a****l as Big Cock fucked her. And
then he was cumming in her too, adding to Bald Man's
load. She could feel it oozing out of her and onto her
thighs. The thought made her cum immediately. But she
wasn't done.
She looked up and Big Cock was gone, and her ugly
dirty haired toothless tit sucker was in front of her,
kneeling, her head diving between Brenda's thighs,
licking and cleaning her up. Brenda's hands went to
her filthy head, pulling her in, smashing her face to
her cunt, screaming "eat me!" And the crowd took up
the chant again, "Eat her!"
Brenda felt another orgasm crashing over her then, and
knew she was gushing all over the woman's face. When
she released her head the woman stood, but Brenda
pulled her onto the stage with her. As another man
moved between her legs, and began fucking her, Brenda
told the woman to strip and straddle her face. And
soon she had the stranger's pussy grinding on her lips
as several more men took their turns fucking her.
God, I must be a mess, she thought. And the thought of
all that cum, all those strange men, brought her
another intense orgasm. And then her toothless lover
was cumming on her face, spilling her juices all over
Brenda's mouth, filling her nose with her odor.
When toothless finally moved off of her, another man
was fucking Brenda. She'd already lost count. Her
pussy felt stretched. Looking at this stranger she
ordered, "Fuck my ass!" He gave her a wicked look and
pulled his cock out. She rolled over, offering up her
ass like a bitch in heat. The man roughly spread her
cheeks. His cock was coated in the cum of how many men
she had no idea. Still, as he pressed into her, the
pain was intense, causing her to scream. He smacked
her ass, and yelled, "Shut up, whore!" And then with a
mighty thrust he shoved his cock up to his balls into
her ass. She screamed again, the pain so bad, earning
her another slap on her ass. "I said shut the fuck up,
slut!" And he proceeded to fuck her ass like he was
r****g her. And the thought that she was being ****d
sent Brenda's lust over the edge again. She came with
his cock in her ass, flooding down her inner thighs.
The man r****g her ass let go her hips, and grabbed
her long hair, pulling, and fucking her deeply. She
was grunting in pleasure now, her tits swinging with
each thrust. And then a cock appeared in front of her
mouth. She eagerly swallowed it, sucking him, whoever
he was, his long kinky pubic hair tickling her nose as
she did. He grabbed her head and began thrusting into
her mouth as the other guy fucked her ass. She felt
rough hands fondling her tits then, and realized she
had become a piece of meat for these people. They were
pushing and shoving to get at her.
The guy in her ass finally climaxed and pulled out.
She felt the cum running out of her ass. Then someone
was under her, sticking a cock in her pussy. And then
another cock went in her ass. The cock in her mouth
exploded, filling her mouth with cum. She let some
dribble out and down her chin, and the people who saw
it screamed in pleasure. Then with great show, she
swallowed the rest.
Brenda never knew how many cocks took her pussy, ass
and mouth that night. They just kept coming at her,
and she took each one. She came repeatedly.
And then it was over. She lay naked on the stage, her
face covered in cum, mascara running, hair matted with
cum, cum on her tits, and a flood of cum from her ass
and pussy.
And then she saw John. She couldn't read his look.
"Let's go home," he said. He helped gather her
clothes, getting her dressed, and cleaned her up as
best he could. It was a long walk back to the car.
John was silent. And on the drive home he still said
nothing. Brenda was so exhausted that she fell asleep
in the car on the way home.
**
She awoke to find that John had carried her in to the
house, to their bedroom. She was naked on the bed, as
John had removed her soiled clothes. He sat on the bed
next to her. "So do you want to talk about tonight?"
He asked her.
She bit her lip. "John, I..." she began.
"Whore," he stated it simply. He might have simply
been noting the time of day. He stated it as a fact.
Brenda couldn't read him, still.
He stood staring at her naked abused body, still
soiled from the bar.
And then he started to undress. His shirt, his belt,
and then his pants.
When he dropped his pants, Brenda saw his erection
bulging in his boxers. He stripped off his socks, and
then his boxers. His cock was completely erect,
bobbing and throbbing with each beat of his heart.
"Roll over, slut," he ordered.
Brenda complied.
"Stick your ass in the air, bitch."
She did.
She could feel she was still sticky and slimy.
His hands grabbed her hips, and he thrust into her
with such force and v******e.
"Tell... Me... What... You... Did... Tonight." Each
word was punctuated with a thrust into her stretched
and filthy pussy.
She groaned with each thrust. The thought now of John
taking her this was so erotic to Brenda.
"I stripped."
"Where?"
"In a nasty bar." Brenda said this in a husky low
voice. She could tell from John's reaction that it was
turning him on.
"Yeah, and then what did you do?"
"I fucked a guy."
"Tell me how you did it?"
John was pounding her, and slapping her ass now, and
sometimes pulling on her cum matted hair.
"I sat on the stage and told him to fuck me."
"You're a whore, aren't you?"
"Yes," she groaned now, loving it. Loving reliving it
with John.
John slapped her ass again. "Fucking whore."
"Yes, I'm a fucking whore. A slut. Your slut."
"You're damned right you're my slut!" He slapped her
again, and then yanked even harder on her hair.
"What else did you do?"
"I ate pussy," Brenda moaned.
"Pervert, aren't you?"
"God, yes, I'm a pervert, oh God fuck me fuck me fuck
me," she moaned and screamed and groaned.
John pulled out. "Roll over. Let me see your slutty
face." She did, immediately spreading her legs for
him.
"Please, John, fuck me more. Fuck me hard. Harder than
ever. I'm such a whore. I deserve it!"
"First things first." John went to the chair beside
the bed and picked up his camera. "We need to keep the
proof of what a cumslut whore you are." He started
taking pictures. Brenda was sure she looked the part
of a whore, still sticky all over from cum, knowing
her makeup was wrecked, her hair a filthy mess. She
was not embarrassed, but smiled lewdly at the camera
as John took shot after shot. Somehow she knew they'd
both masturbate to those pictures repeatedly later.
And then he tossed the camera aside.
"Now, whore, I'm gonna **** your ass."
Brenda's pussy gushed as he said it. "Oh, god, yes.
**** my ass. Oh God."
John pushed her knees back to her shoulders. Her ass
was still gaping form earlier. His did, slimed with
her mingled juices and the cum from at least 20 men,
slide in her ass. She groaned in pleasure, transported
by her lust yet again. Her pussy was running a river
of her juice. John pounded her ass harder and deeper
than ever before.
"Take that, you filthy tramp." And then he slapped her
hard across the face. "You deserve that, puta. All
you're good for is being a cum dump."
The shock of the blow brought tears to Brenda's eyes.
"Oh, yes, I deserve it," she moaned.
"Tell me why I shouldn't hit you again?"
"I deserve it, yes, I'm a SLUT!" Brenda was screaming
now.
But John didn't hit her again. He was reaching his
climax. Brenda could tell. "Oh, John, yes, cum!
Please, cum in my ass! Show me what a slut cumbucket I
am!"
John was past talking. He was grunting one long
guttural grunt, and then she could tell by the way his
eyes rolled back that he was unloading in her. Seeing
him that way made her cum, too, her pussy clenching as
the waves of ecstasy washed over her. She screamed her
pleasure, as John emptied his balls into her.
And then he was still. He pulled out and left the
room. She heard him in the bathroom, heard the water
on in the tub. And then he returned. Without a word,
he scooped her tenderly from the bed, and carried her
into the bathroom. The warm bath felt so good. John
soaped a cloth, and proceeded to wash every inch of
her. Then he scrubbed her hair clean. Taking her hand,
he led her out of the tub, drying her with the soft
towel he had ready.
He washed himself quickly, and they crawled into the
bed together, under the soft clean sheets. She curled
up to him, her arm across his chest, a leg over him,
her head tucked under his chin. She practically purred
in contentment. They went to sleep without a word.
Neither spoke. They didn't have to.
END
for a walk. Before they know it, they're in a seedy
part of town and then in a sleazy strip joint... on
amateur night. (M+/F, wife, exh, orgy)
***
Brenda and John were having a lovely dinner together.
They had all night if they wanted it. It had been a
rough couple months. The project had been a big one,
and they'd been very happy to get it. The money of
course was always welcome. The long hours were
grueling. And now, with the job complete, they treated
themselves to a perfect romantic evening alone, with
only the best food and wine. The candle lit table
overlooked the city, beautiful in the night, the
lights sparkling below. The small orchestra had
already played their favorite songs.
John and Brenda had gotten up and danced slowly,
closely, enjoying each other so much. Brenda had felt
John's stirring, and admitted she needed and wanted
him. Oh so badly. She was tempted to invite him into
the bathroom. But it was a "nice" restaurant, and
there were people they knew professionally. She'd have
to wait for later.
The waiter came to their table and drained their
second bottle of wine into the two glasses. John had
pulled his chair close to Brenda, and she sat with her
head on his shoulder, sipping her wine, enjoying the
feel of him. Enjoying his smell. It was so nice, so
comfortable, so pleasant. It was a wonderful feeling.
John was comfortable too. After a while, a couple just
fits together. Brenda's head was perfectly under his
chin. The smell of her hair was intoxicating. Her hand
on his knee was warm and soft, and he loved the way
she rubbed and squeezed. They sat together, simply
enjoying their togetherness, not talking, just holding
each other and finishing the wine.
But nothing can last forever. The wine was gone, and
the wait staff were beginning to be impatient. John
paid the bill, and they left that lovely restaurant.
The night was warm and sultry. John started toward
retrieving the car, but Brenda held him back. "No,
John, let's go for a walk, please?" She looked up at
him, her lips forming a perfect pout, her soft brown
eyes pleading. "Let's not go home yet. The night is
still young. It's our night. Please?"
How could John refuse? "Sure," he said, putting his
arm around her waist. Why not? Maybe it was the end of
the pressure of the job. Her smile was radiant as she
put her arm around him as well, and they started down
the sidewalk. She looked like a million bucks, just
like always, but especially tonight. Her skirt hit her
in her mid-thigh, showing off her long, tanned,
freshly waxed legs. The three inch heels of her pumps
made her calves stand out just so. Her blouse fit her
snuggly, showing off her figure beautifully. Her long
brown hair cascaded down her back in beautiful waves.
John knew how other men stared at her, and reveled in
their jealousy.
She leaned on him, holding him, possessing him. They
walked, not talking, just enjoying the night, block
after block. John was so lost in his thoughts,
reliving in his mind special times with Brenda,
imagining what would happen later, he didn't notice
that they'd left the nice part of the city.
"John, look," said Brenda softly, snapping him out of
his reverie.
He looked, and Brenda was pointing at what was clearly
a rough strip bar. "It's amateur night," she told him.
Indeed, there was a sign outside the door that stated
just that. "Let's go in!" She exclaimed.
"What? Here? Ummm," stammered John.
"Oh, John, it'll be so fun! Imagine the type women who
will be in there! It'll be a great laugh later! OH,
please, John?"
John thought it over. They were clearly overdressed
for this place. u*********sly he placed his hand on
his wallet. But if his wife wanted him to go in here
and watch strange women take their clothes off, who
was he to argue?
"Sure, love, anything that pleases you," he assented.
Brenda rewarded him with a radiant smile and a kiss on
the cheek.
They crossed the street to the bar. John paid the
cover charge and they went in.
The place was dimly lit. Of course it was, that's what
rough seedy bars always look like. It smelled of
booze, old sweat and cigarette smoke. There was a bar
along the left side and a few tables s**ttered around.
The stage was right in the middle of the floor,
flooded with light.
The woman up on stage had to be in her forties. Or
maybe she was younger, but had lived a rough life of
booze and pills. Her hair looked like a rat's nest.
She stared around blankly out of dead eyes, trying to
look alluring. The men, and few women, in the bar were
hooting and hollering at her to take off her clothes.
She danced clumsily around the stage, trying to use
the pole in the center, but didn't seem able to lift
or hold herself on it. John thought she was likely
messed up on something right now. John went to the
bar, and got a couple bottles of beer, not trusting
the cleanliness of any glass they might have behind
that bar. When he returned to where Brenda stood, the
dancer was nude from the waist up, her sagging breasts
flopping obscenely as she bounced around the stage.
She stepped out of her mini skirt, revealing a thong,
and a bush that protruded from underneath.
Far from aroused, John was only fascinated by the
display, and wondered if the woman would go full nude,
or just strut around in her thong. She moved to the
edge of the stage, and turned and wiggled her flabby
ass at the men gathered there, letting them all get a
good feel of her ass. Then she bent over, reached
behind herself, and pulled her thong aside, revealing
her hairy pussy to the crowd. There was a general
cheer at that. And then one of the men by the stage
actually stuck a finger in her, to an even bigger
roar. People were chanting, "Fuck her, fuck her!" The
dancer loved it, and rocked herself back and forth on
the unknown finger in her, grunting loudly as she did,
to more cheers and rude comments.
Then, to even louder cheers, she stood up, turned
around and launched herself on the man who'd been
fingering her, wrapping her arms around him, kissing
him, wrapping a leg around his hips and grinding her
pelvis on him. She reached down and opened his fly,
and pulled out his stiff cock. She dropped to her
knees and started giving him and expert blowjob, right
in front of everyone. The crowd was cheering and
chanting, "Go! Go! Go!" And before long the man cried
out, "FUCK!" and spewed his cum all over her face. The
crowd went wild.
John was fascinated, but wondered what his beautiful,
classy wife thought of such debauchery. He turned to
her, and Brenda's eyes were blazing. Seeing John look
at her, she pulled him close, and whispered huskily in
his ear, "I am so gonna fuck your brains out later."
John's cock instantly went hard. He wanted to leave
immediately, and get to it.
"Wait, John. I have to use the restroom before we walk
back to the car. It's a long walk." She handed John
her purse, and disappeared into the crowd. John looked
at his watch, hoping she'd be back soon. There was a
general announcement that the next contestant was
ready to take the stage. The lights went out, and a
sexy salsa tune started blaring over the sound system.
The lights came up, and John looked at the stage to
see who the next girl was.
She had her back to him, tossing long brown hair, hips
wiggling to the music, already stripping out of her
blouse. And then she turned.
John's mouth dropped open. His first instinct was to
run to the stage. But there was already a mad rush to
get closer, as the new contestant was drop dead
gorgeous, easily the best of the night, probably the
best this place had ever seen.
Brenda had disappeared into the crowd, and immediately
sought out whoever was in charge of the "competition"
there. The money she had tucked in her bra had
convinced the man to let her go next. And Brenda could
tell by the lewd stare he gave her, that the man
really wanted to see Brenda's hot body. That look
alone had made her moist.
From the stage, Brenda found John's face in the crowd,
letting him see her lust and her arousal at so many
staring at her. John was floored. The look on Brenda's
face was so lascivious, a look he'd never seen before.
He was frozen where he stood, transfixed as his wife
played the slut in front of a bar full of dirty men
and women, showing her beautiful sexy body to them.
Brenda was strutting around the entire stage, wiggling
sensuously to the music, occasionally treating one of
the men right by the stage to a pelvic thrust. The
crowd was going wild for her. Still in her bra and
skirt, she let them stare, and teased, first slipping
a strap down her shoulder, then hiking her skirt,
showing her shapely thighs. She was killing them with
her flirtation
She danced to the edge, and leaned over, letting her
tits spill, nearly out of her bra. When the man in
front of her reached up, she didn't draw back, but let
him fondle her tits through her bra. Her eyes rolled
back in pleasure from the strange man's touch.
On the stage, she used everything she'd learned on the
catwalk, all the dance moves she loved, to draw the
crowd in. She was so incredibly aroused by the
attention. She wondered how John would really react.
This was for him, but it was for her as well.
When the stranger squeezed her tits, her knees nearly
buckled. She felt it right down in her now gushing
pussy. God she was so turned on.
She pulled back and then went and leaned over for
another stranger, repeating the performance, letting
him squeeze and fondle her. She had never felt such
lust in her life.
Spotting a woman who had wormed her way to the edge of
the stage, Brenda strutted over to her, stood on the
edge of the stage, legs spread, and lifted her skirt
to the woman, showing her crotch, knowing she was
obviously wet and had soaked through her panties. When
the woman reached up, Brenda backed off, but smiling.
She gave the woman a wiggle of her hips, then leaned
over, again letting her tits fall. Only this time, she
slipped the straps off her shoulders. Her perfect firm
tits popped out to the roaring approval of the crowd.
The woman in front reached and grabbed one in each
hand, fondling and pinching Brenda's nipples.
She nearly orgasmed at that. Brenda sat on the edge of
the stage in front of the woman, who she could see now
was missing a few teeth, with dirty, stringy hair. She
could smell her body odor. Brenda reached out and
pulled the woman's head to her tit, urging her to
suckle.
And suckle she did, first one, then the other. The
crowd was raucous, chanting, "Suck! Suck! Suck!" The
woman sucked loudly, increasing Brenda's arousal, if
that were possible. She pushed the woman back, and
stood again, strutting again like on the catwalk,
removing her bra completely. Every so often she would
lean over to let another man fondle her nipples or
squeeze her tits.
"Show us your ass!" someone screamed. The place
erupted as the crowd took up a chant of "Show us your
ass!" Brenda continued to strut and wiggle as the
crowd begged her to show her ass, intoxicated by the
attention. She danced in circles, wiggling her ass at
them, making them crazy.
Then she stopped turning, and just wiggle at them, her
hands on the hem of her skirt, slowly, ever so slowly,
lifting it. She stopped as she felt the hem against
the bottom of her ass cheeks, wiggling and teasing, as
the crowd begged her to keep going.
And she did, slowly pulling up her skirt, revealing
her firm ass, covered in only her thong. She was
amazing. The crowd roared again. And then she had the
skirt off, and had turned, thrusting her pussy at
them, pulling up on it, showing her camel toe, showing
her wetness.
She strutted to the edge again, and to a man there
said, "smell me."
The man did, stuffing his nose against her sopping
crotch. When he tried to grab her, she pushed him off.
"Not yet," she grunted. She treated several more men
to her sopping crotch, then danced again to the center
of the stage. There as she wiggled and danced, she
slowly slipped her thong down, revealing her perfectly
smooth pussy, glistening wet. She hugged the pole for
the first time, now fully nude but for her pumps. She
lifted her leg like a dancer, up, up, up, until her
foot was fully extended above her head, exposing
herself completely to the crowd.
She could see that several men already had their cocks
out, openly masturbating as she paraded in front of
them. Seeing that turned her into a being of pure
lust. She strutted to the man who had first grabbed
her tits. She sat on the low stage in front of him,
opening her legs in a lewd display of her cunt.
Looking him in the eye, she commanded, "Fuck me. Now!"
The man had his pants down and stiff cock out in an
instant. Brenda's mind was overwhelmed with lust, and
all she wanted was a cock, a lot of cocks, in her. The
cock in front of her was not particularly large or
small, but it would do. The man it belonged to was
maybe in his fifties, bald, with a pot belly, the
sleeves of his shirt had been cut off, revealing two
burly, hairy arms, covered in tattoos. He moved
between her legs, positioning his cock at her pussy.
He grabbed her hips, and as he did so, Brenda saw the
tattoos on his knuckles, as well. And then he thrust
in her.
"Oh, God!" She screamed. "Yes! Fuck me!" And the crowd
took up the chant, "Fuck her!" The man pounded her in
rhythm to the chanting. As the chanting picked up
speed, so did he. As he fucked her, Brenda looked at a
nearby man, and said, "You're next." That man
immediately dropped his pants and started stroking his
hard cock. Brenda was pleased to see that this fellow
was well endowed. Meanwhile bald man was nearing his
climax, grunting and puffing and hammering at her. And
then he held inside her, and she knew his cum was
flooding her. She was in ecstasy.
And then he pulled back, to be replaced by Mr. Big
Cock, who roughly shoved his huge member into her,
stretching her, splitting her open. She nearly came at
his first thrust. Later she couldn't even remember
what he looked like, only remembering his huge cock
popping out of his pants. Brenda was screaming and
grunting like an a****l as Big Cock fucked her. And
then he was cumming in her too, adding to Bald Man's
load. She could feel it oozing out of her and onto her
thighs. The thought made her cum immediately. But she
wasn't done.
She looked up and Big Cock was gone, and her ugly
dirty haired toothless tit sucker was in front of her,
kneeling, her head diving between Brenda's thighs,
licking and cleaning her up. Brenda's hands went to
her filthy head, pulling her in, smashing her face to
her cunt, screaming "eat me!" And the crowd took up
the chant again, "Eat her!"
Brenda felt another orgasm crashing over her then, and
knew she was gushing all over the woman's face. When
she released her head the woman stood, but Brenda
pulled her onto the stage with her. As another man
moved between her legs, and began fucking her, Brenda
told the woman to strip and straddle her face. And
soon she had the stranger's pussy grinding on her lips
as several more men took their turns fucking her.
God, I must be a mess, she thought. And the thought of
all that cum, all those strange men, brought her
another intense orgasm. And then her toothless lover
was cumming on her face, spilling her juices all over
Brenda's mouth, filling her nose with her odor.
When toothless finally moved off of her, another man
was fucking Brenda. She'd already lost count. Her
pussy felt stretched. Looking at this stranger she
ordered, "Fuck my ass!" He gave her a wicked look and
pulled his cock out. She rolled over, offering up her
ass like a bitch in heat. The man roughly spread her
cheeks. His cock was coated in the cum of how many men
she had no idea. Still, as he pressed into her, the
pain was intense, causing her to scream. He smacked
her ass, and yelled, "Shut up, whore!" And then with a
mighty thrust he shoved his cock up to his balls into
her ass. She screamed again, the pain so bad, earning
her another slap on her ass. "I said shut the fuck up,
slut!" And he proceeded to fuck her ass like he was
r****g her. And the thought that she was being ****d
sent Brenda's lust over the edge again. She came with
his cock in her ass, flooding down her inner thighs.
The man r****g her ass let go her hips, and grabbed
her long hair, pulling, and fucking her deeply. She
was grunting in pleasure now, her tits swinging with
each thrust. And then a cock appeared in front of her
mouth. She eagerly swallowed it, sucking him, whoever
he was, his long kinky pubic hair tickling her nose as
she did. He grabbed her head and began thrusting into
her mouth as the other guy fucked her ass. She felt
rough hands fondling her tits then, and realized she
had become a piece of meat for these people. They were
pushing and shoving to get at her.
The guy in her ass finally climaxed and pulled out.
She felt the cum running out of her ass. Then someone
was under her, sticking a cock in her pussy. And then
another cock went in her ass. The cock in her mouth
exploded, filling her mouth with cum. She let some
dribble out and down her chin, and the people who saw
it screamed in pleasure. Then with great show, she
swallowed the rest.
Brenda never knew how many cocks took her pussy, ass
and mouth that night. They just kept coming at her,
and she took each one. She came repeatedly.
And then it was over. She lay naked on the stage, her
face covered in cum, mascara running, hair matted with
cum, cum on her tits, and a flood of cum from her ass
and pussy.
And then she saw John. She couldn't read his look.
"Let's go home," he said. He helped gather her
clothes, getting her dressed, and cleaned her up as
best he could. It was a long walk back to the car.
John was silent. And on the drive home he still said
nothing. Brenda was so exhausted that she fell asleep
in the car on the way home.
**
She awoke to find that John had carried her in to the
house, to their bedroom. She was naked on the bed, as
John had removed her soiled clothes. He sat on the bed
next to her. "So do you want to talk about tonight?"
He asked her.
She bit her lip. "John, I..." she began.
"Whore," he stated it simply. He might have simply
been noting the time of day. He stated it as a fact.
Brenda couldn't read him, still.
He stood staring at her naked abused body, still
soiled from the bar.
And then he started to undress. His shirt, his belt,
and then his pants.
When he dropped his pants, Brenda saw his erection
bulging in his boxers. He stripped off his socks, and
then his boxers. His cock was completely erect,
bobbing and throbbing with each beat of his heart.
"Roll over, slut," he ordered.
Brenda complied.
"Stick your ass in the air, bitch."
She did.
She could feel she was still sticky and slimy.
His hands grabbed her hips, and he thrust into her
with such force and v******e.
"Tell... Me... What... You... Did... Tonight." Each
word was punctuated with a thrust into her stretched
and filthy pussy.
She groaned with each thrust. The thought now of John
taking her this was so erotic to Brenda.
"I stripped."
"Where?"
"In a nasty bar." Brenda said this in a husky low
voice. She could tell from John's reaction that it was
turning him on.
"Yeah, and then what did you do?"
"I fucked a guy."
"Tell me how you did it?"
John was pounding her, and slapping her ass now, and
sometimes pulling on her cum matted hair.
"I sat on the stage and told him to fuck me."
"You're a whore, aren't you?"
"Yes," she groaned now, loving it. Loving reliving it
with John.
John slapped her ass again. "Fucking whore."
"Yes, I'm a fucking whore. A slut. Your slut."
"You're damned right you're my slut!" He slapped her
again, and then yanked even harder on her hair.
"What else did you do?"
"I ate pussy," Brenda moaned.
"Pervert, aren't you?"
"God, yes, I'm a pervert, oh God fuck me fuck me fuck
me," she moaned and screamed and groaned.
John pulled out. "Roll over. Let me see your slutty
face." She did, immediately spreading her legs for
him.
"Please, John, fuck me more. Fuck me hard. Harder than
ever. I'm such a whore. I deserve it!"
"First things first." John went to the chair beside
the bed and picked up his camera. "We need to keep the
proof of what a cumslut whore you are." He started
taking pictures. Brenda was sure she looked the part
of a whore, still sticky all over from cum, knowing
her makeup was wrecked, her hair a filthy mess. She
was not embarrassed, but smiled lewdly at the camera
as John took shot after shot. Somehow she knew they'd
both masturbate to those pictures repeatedly later.
And then he tossed the camera aside.
"Now, whore, I'm gonna **** your ass."
Brenda's pussy gushed as he said it. "Oh, god, yes.
**** my ass. Oh God."
John pushed her knees back to her shoulders. Her ass
was still gaping form earlier. His did, slimed with
her mingled juices and the cum from at least 20 men,
slide in her ass. She groaned in pleasure, transported
by her lust yet again. Her pussy was running a river
of her juice. John pounded her ass harder and deeper
than ever before.
"Take that, you filthy tramp." And then he slapped her
hard across the face. "You deserve that, puta. All
you're good for is being a cum dump."
The shock of the blow brought tears to Brenda's eyes.
"Oh, yes, I deserve it," she moaned.
"Tell me why I shouldn't hit you again?"
"I deserve it, yes, I'm a SLUT!" Brenda was screaming
now.
But John didn't hit her again. He was reaching his
climax. Brenda could tell. "Oh, John, yes, cum!
Please, cum in my ass! Show me what a slut cumbucket I
am!"
John was past talking. He was grunting one long
guttural grunt, and then she could tell by the way his
eyes rolled back that he was unloading in her. Seeing
him that way made her cum, too, her pussy clenching as
the waves of ecstasy washed over her. She screamed her
pleasure, as John emptied his balls into her.
And then he was still. He pulled out and left the
room. She heard him in the bathroom, heard the water
on in the tub. And then he returned. Without a word,
he scooped her tenderly from the bed, and carried her
into the bathroom. The warm bath felt so good. John
soaped a cloth, and proceeded to wash every inch of
her. Then he scrubbed her hair clean. Taking her hand,
he led her out of the tub, drying her with the soft
towel he had ready.
He washed himself quickly, and they crawled into the
bed together, under the soft clean sheets. She curled
up to him, her arm across his chest, a leg over him,
her head tucked under his chin. She practically purred
in contentment. They went to sleep without a word.
Neither spoke. They didn't have to.
END
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