Here's my latest contest entry for the "Hot Mommas" antholgy. This story is based on the strip club Shawn and I have visited in Canada a couple of times. On both occasions I was lucky enough to have a lap dance. This is a very accurate portrayal of what happens on stage and what can happen in the private dance rooms. As a married woman, I turned down going south on a stripper...but I did think about what it might be like, and what it might lead to.
The most difficult part about writing this story is that it is written from a man's point of view and I'm sure that I've gotten the voice right. My husband has read the first few pages and he seems to think it's working. If there are any men who happen to be taking a peek at my site, let me know if it works or doesn't and why. Everyone else let me know what you think or if you have any suggestions. Thanks for reading!
NOTE: From now on I will be posting the title and opening line of my stories on my blog page and then the rest of the story in my comments, that way my blog won't be a zillion inches long. Also I am going to furnish a code so that anyone who doesn't want to read further because of topic of story can stop now. For example this story is MF, oral, anal = Male/Female relationship, contains oral and anal sex.
MAXINE’S (MF, oral, anal)
Copyright ©2005 by Crystal Barela
Two college boys were lying on stage under the pink and green neon lights, gold stripper poles from stage to ceiling, framing them. Rolled dollars bills were clasped between their puckered lips…
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Darling Nikki was squatting over one of their faces, the muscles in her thighs were long and lean as she knelt over his head and fell across his body in a graceful wave. She took the hem of his shirt between her fingers and trailed her nails over his pale skin bringing the fabric to his neck. Again she covered him, letting her dark hair and ample breasts caress his stomach while the smell of her pussy teased his nose. In a practiced drag and wave, she crossed his chest before letting her tits fall in his face. The crowd cheered as she wiggled her nipples on his eyes, taking the bill between her bountiful knockers.
“Want a private dance, love?”
I squinted through the cigarette smoke that hung like a cloud in the club. My stinging eyes made out a heroin thin dancer with florescent red lipstick and haunted eyes. Her ash blonde hair was a frizzy halo. I considered it for a moment; it was my nineteenth birthday, after all. God, I love Canadian strip clubs.
“Maybe later,” I told her, my eyes returning to the stage. I was waiting for Limber Linda to perform her routine; a tall blonde Amazon of a woman, who although lacking real grace, was as flexible as a rubber band. Good strong energy too. Always looked like she loved what she was doing. I had been saving my twenties for a little private time in the back.
Nikki was onto the next boy, her hand sliding beneath the waistband of his jeans. She took hold of his underwear’s elastic and pulled from under the denim. The guy’s hands rose in protest as his friends in the audience chanted “Do it! Do it!” over and over. Nikki gave a swift tug and the elastic separated from the white cotton, the boy’s face tightening in pain. She tore the elastic up and over his head, hooking it around his neck before standing and placing one of her four inch heels on his chest and raising her arms in triumph.
I laughed to myself and stubbed out my cigarette. Nikki left the stage and the familiar eighties hair band music started up, preparing me for Linda’s entrance.
Bubble gum snapped between her full pink lips when Linda came down the spiral staircase and onto the stage. Hair stuck in that bleach blonde do popular in the eighties; spiral curls and bangs complimenting her wide smile. Her legs were long, too long to be proportionate, and her hips were the wild child baring kind. I knew for a fact she had two girls. Her daughters were my age and performed at the club together in a hot little lesbo show that packed the costumers in on Friday nights.
Linda was wearing a turquoise colored bathing suit top with pink flowers, and one of those long cover-up things tied at the waist. When she swung around the gold pole it would fly around her like a cape, flashing a neatly trimmed pussy and glossy lips. After a twirl, she sauntered over to the mirrored wall, gave us a come hither look over her shoulder, then lifted her leg up over head and pressed it against the cold glass. She dropped her head back, hair trailing to her ass, then humped the glass with deliberate swivels of her hips. My prick danced with her, bouncing under my denim in time with her tits.
Next song started and she untied her cover-up. Linda lay down on the stage, her ass and pussy facing the audience and drew her legs back behind her head, giving the room a gorgeous view of her hot pussy and asshole. I wondered if I could make it to a private dance before my cock exploded. Her fingers slid between her legs and combed through her bush, before she sat up and crawled across the stage toward a business man who looked to have been forced by his buddies to go on stage.
Business man’s tie in hand, she pulled him onto the floor and had him lay flat on his back. She made a show of sliding his belt from the loops at his waist. Linda brought the length of leather between her legs and rubbed the belt along her pussy, tilting her head back in a practiced heated look.
Linda climbed up on the guy’s tented trousers and sat on his stiffy, grinding her pussy into his hips. One of this guy’s buddies tossed a twenty on the stage and she grabbed his shirt hem firmly in her hands, polished nails flashing flamingo pink. She gave a look to his friends and with their rowdy encouragement, yanked with all her might, biceps tightening and buttons flying in every direction. His buddies were cheering as she continued to torture their friend, bringing his belt down upon his quivering belly. He attempted to curl into fetal position, but she just brought her belt down on his ass. The song ended and with a little pout, she kissed the business man on the cheek, and handed back his belt while he crawled off stage.
Third song had a group of girls and guys on stage for the crawl. I loved it when Linda waved her pussy lips over a pretty girl and tonight a little red-head lay beneath her, cheeks red with embarrassment. My favorite dancer fell across her body, and the girl with the copper hair turned her head, eyes bright with excitement met mine. My ball sack tightened and I adjusted my jeans.
The song ended and the stage emptied. I met Linda’s eyes as the girl who had asked me if I wanted a lap dance earlier came down the spiral staircase behind her.
We’d been working on what I hoped would be fucking tonight. Our private dances were becoming more and more like make-out sessions. It wouldn’t be my first fuck, but it would be my first with a woman, and not the girls I’d been feeling up in my dorm room.
“Hey, Franky,” Linda said, smacking her gum. She kissed me on the cheek and led me through the maze of tables to the private dance room. It wasn’t much for privacy. The room was divided into a dozen carpeted cubicles, each with television monitors showing the current stage performance facing a bench. Just in case breathing in naked pussy wasn’t enough of a turn on for you.
I took my seat in the one in the far right corner and Linda removed her bra and skirt hanging them on a hook outside the cubicle. With practiced grace she pushed me back gently with one manicured hand and so that I was leaning against the wall. In her five inch heels she climbed up on the bench and placed her palms against the wall, her pussy inches from my head. Tan thighs tightened about my shoulders as she lowered her pussy into view and rotated her hips. She brought her pussy lips in toward my mouth and humped my head.
“Put your hands on my ass, baby,” she said. My eager fingers took hold of the ample globes, squeezing the warm flesh. She was soft and smooth, her skin like the inside of my baseball mitt.
Linda lowered one leg to the floor leaving the other up on the seat to the side of me, bringing her cunt close to my face.
“Don’t be shy Franky,” she said running a hand through my short dark hair and pulling my head closer to her taught pink lips. “I know you want to eat me. I could feel it from the stage.” She moved her bush in tight and brought her fingers down to frame her clit with her fake plastic nails. “Smell how wet I am?”
I inhaled deeply, her sticky sweet nectar clogging my nostrils with its pungent arousal. My hands grabbed hold of her ass and I let my tongue dive into her hole. I licked and sucked her cunt, starved, the week since my last visit making me ravenous for her. She moaned, and not quietly, pushing my face harder into her pussy. Linda’s fingers moved in parallel friction around her clit, my tongue licking her in a pointed repetitive beat, until she came, her hot juices pouring down my throat.
Linda slid down my chest and lowered her wet pussy onto my jeans. She pressed her cunt against my rock hard dick. My private dancer ground into my groin and slid her hands up under my t-shirt, tweaking my hard nipples.
“So good with your tongue,” she whispered against my ear. She rubbed her tits on my chest, humping me in tight slow circles. “I wonder how you work that cock?” Her hand was on my stomach, rubbing the trail of hair from navel to crotch in fast circles. “Promise to meet me at my van after last call?”
She climbed off me, turned around, and sat on my lap, grinding her ass onto my aching dick. The second song ended and she climbed off me with a snap of her gum. Linda wrapped her cover-up around her waist.
“Promise me?”
I nodded holding out the forty bucks for my dance and she pressed my fingers closed around the bills.
“It’s on me honey.”
Linda’s van was bright flamingo pink like her nails. I stood outside the door nervously shuffling my feet. What if she wasn’t serious?
“Franky…you came.” She sounded delighted. “Being on stage makes me so fucking horny.”
I’d never seen her wearing so many clothes. On her calves were purple leg warmers, and she wore some kind of hairy coat. The only bare skin was thighs and above her neck.
She pressed me into the van for a soft kiss before unlocking the door and sliding it open. “Promise me you’ll fuck me until I can’t stand.”
No further urging was needed. I pulled her ass against me, my tongue licking her neck while my hand worked the belt loose at my waistband. She moaned low in her throat and rubbed herself against my hard-on. I lifted her skirt hem to find bare ass and pussy and forced her legs apart with my feet, pushing her stomach into the pink shag carpet of the van’s floor.
“Franky!”
My cock sprang free and I forced it between her thighs, sliding into her well oiled cunt in a series of clumsy excitement. She urged me on, and I sank home, my prick squeezed by her hot tight cunt. I fucked in hard short thrusts, gaining more and more entry, fingers digging into her hips as she begged for more.
Weeks of pent up passion made me rough, and as much as I wanted to make this a soft memorable experience, I couldn’t help but rush like the inexperienced kid that I was. I leaned across her back and slid my arm under her, twisting and pulling her nipples, my teeth biting into her neck.
Hot warm heat embraced my cock, hitting the other side of her again and again until she came in a gushing wet heat, squeezing my prick in a fist that made my load spray into her cunt in wet hot spurts.
I froze, hardly believing my dick was in Linda’s hot pussy.
“Fuck Franky, I knew your cock was big, under them jeans, but not that big.” She giggled.
I pulled free, still hard. She dragged me into the van and had me lay on the bed with my head facing the front window before shutting the door behind us. I kicked off my jeans and boxers while she undressed.
“Think you can stick that beautiful pecker up my ass?”
I’d never fucked an ass before, and wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do, but Linda climbed onto the mattress and squatted over my prick, her rosebud aiming for my hard-on with practiced ease. Her tight hole protested, as she wiggled and bounced, until the tip of my cock head wet with her juices, was squeezed in a heavenly tight pressure. I was trying to be still, let her adjust, but she began to jiggle, and in a clean move she slid down my shaft, ass touching my balls.
“God, you’re huge!” Her eyes were shut. She swiveled and turned, making my prick ache. She was so tight, tighter than anything I’d ever felt. Heat was pooling in my balls again. Linda caressed her breasts, the slapping of ass on my thighs echoing in my head. The pressure was building.
“That’s why I love the young ones,” Linda said, not talking to me, but to herself. “So much stamina.” Her eyes were looking straight ahead, catching her reflection in the mirror. She used me like a toy, fucking my dick with her ass. Her hands caressed her breasts and she performed like she was on stage. One hand slipped down her stomach and caressed her wet clit while the other tugged her nipple between her fingers. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her movements became fast and jerky.
“I’m coming,” she said. “I’m com…ing!” and she slammed down on me and was still, my dick deep in her rear.
I moved my hips, close to erupting myself, unable to stand her stillness. She giggled like a girl and pulled my dick from her ass, and crawled up my body. She brought her face close to mine and kissed me, her plump wet tongue filling my mouth. Her hand took a firm hold of my cock and she worked her palm up and down a few times bringing me to the edge, then squeezed the base of my shaft, seeming to hold my sperm inside.
She laughed. “How’s that feel, Franky?”
It felt like thousands of pins were pricking my skin, starting at the tips of my fingers and toes and growing gradually more painful the closer they went to my crotch. It was not pain exactly or pleasure, but an intense weight. But I could not describe the feeling and shook my head.
Linda squeezed harder, her other hand cupping my balls and her tongue lapping my nipple.
“Hmmmm?”
I knew that if she just stroked once I would come.
“Please.” I couldn’t help but beg. The pressure was causing my balls to ache.
“Tell me.” Linda’s hand began to pet my balls, the pads of her fingers catching on my short hairs.
“It hurts.”
“So good, right?” and she let her palm slide up my shaft, pushing my come from my cock. It flew into the air like a fountain and she moved her head, catching it in her mouth like movie popcorn. It splashed against her cheeks and lips, caught in her bleach blond hair.
I collapsed against the shag carpet, my head hanging off the edge of the foam mattress. Behind me, in the rearview mirror I could see a pair of fuzzy dice, her daughters’ photos on the swinging cubes.
Man, she’s one hot momma.
Um...this one's a dooozey honey! Don't change a thing!! lol...
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