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Strip Club Makes Me VERY Horny

This occurred years before we got into swinging. Looking back, was the beginning.

On a road trip, my boyfriend and I came across a classy looking strip bar. I wanted to go in. I am 5 foot 9, pretty and very well toned; he is 6 foot and handsome. I was dressed in a low-cut black satin top with matching lace bra, black, short leather miniskirt and no panties, stay-up stockings, and heels. He was in dark brown, full cut slacks (bulky enough to hide an erection), no underwear either, and short sleeve, button-down shirt. Inside, we were pleasantly surprised that it was well lit, tastefully decorated, smelled clean, and had a nicely-dressed clientele, including a good number of ladies. There were three stages with dancers and perhaps 8 or 10 girls doing table dances.

We were ushered to a booth by a handsome, hunky guy – to the side of the main stage. Our very hot, sexy waitress, in a gold sequin bikini bra, matching G-string and heels, took our order. I immediately turned my attention to the dancer on the stage about 8 feet from us. I had never been in a nude strip bar before. As each did her routine, I got hotter and hornier. I found, much to my amazement, that I looked forward to the part where each girl exposed their pussy. Some even played with their outer lips briefly (the angle was such that the sound man and manger’s seat could not see them well). I was horny and wet by the end of the second dancer’s set, and kept telling my boyfriend that I could improve on the routine, use their positions for fucking, and pointed out the best moves for our sex. With this kind of conversation going on, my boyfriend quickly got hard and inched his hand down to caress my right breast; his other hand up my skirt playing with my pussy. Soon, I unzipped his pants and snaked my hand in to stroke his hardening cock until it was like rock.

Our action did not go unnoticed. Most of the stage dancers noticed us and the waitress certainly did, with a broad smile and wide eyes, the dancers paid more and more attention to us; and their dance moves get more and more risqué. This, of course encouraged more open play on our part. Quite a few dancers asked if we wanted a table dance, with sexy grins. I was getting so horny and wett, but we turned them down until one, Brandy, who thought was the sexiest. Her skin was the smoothest we had seen and her cunt was fully shaved. She was dressed in an exceptionally sexy outfit and had some very unique moves.

During the table dance, she really went all out with her striptease, down to her platform heels. We kept commenting about her body, her moves and our arousal. We got hornier and bolder. My skirt was as high as I could get it, exposing my pussy to her while my fingers rubbed it – often with my boyfriend’s fingers playing also. My tits had long been out. I was stroking his erection when I wasn’t fingering myself. Brandy (and our waitress at one point), of course, made all kinds of comments and kept touching her pussy. I invited her to play with my tits and get a closer view of his erection. I was VERY disappointed that she did not invite me to play with her or go any farther with her hands other than my upper body. By the end of the dance, we were quite sweaty! As she collected her table dance fee, she gave both of us a kiss and told us to come back the next night.

We then learned that the next night was amateur night with a $2,000 first prize. Brandy looked me straight in the eye and said she just knew I was sexy enough to win. When she left, I discovered that my pussy juices had soaked the booth and were flowing down my thighs. Of course, my boyfriend had had his erection for over an hour at this point. With great difficulty, I hiked my skirt up even higher and sat sideways on him. He slumped down slightly, and I lifted a leg high on his belly. I was able to put his cock into me, but neither of us could move in this position without his cock slipping out. Finally, we supplemented our shallow fucking with manual stimulation. The dancers loved our show, as well as a few of the near-by patrons. The female of one couple had her fingers inside her cunt while jerking off her guy; eyes locked on us. We smiled back. After a couple more dances, I felt his cock swell and stiffen inside even more. Thinking about what was happening and watching a stripper spread her pussy lips right in front of me, made me cum moments before he did. The couple watching us clapped quietly.

After a couple more songs, we were able to regain some composure, straightened our clothes, and got up to leave. Brandy and another dancer that had watched us fuck, approached us near the door and said that they very seldom got to watch such a sexy, uninhibited show. Again, they invited us back for amateur night.

Back at our motel, we threw off our clothes and jumped on the bed for some really sweaty, hot fucking, trying things learned at the club and talking about the hot, sexy strippers. When we were at last finished for a while, I broached the subject first. I wanted to stay over and enter the amateur contest. I really didn’t have to talk him into it!

The next day was spent preparing and choreographing to a CD with very sexy music. As we continued to choreograph, the sexiest moves from last night came back and we started inventing more. This took quite a bit of time since we got very horny and would get distracted with oral and manual play and a little fucking. My boyfriend stayed naked the whole time, supporting at least a chubby and often a full hard-on.

I wanted to go shopping for revealing stripper clothes, but my boyfriend thought a blue outfit that I already had would be perfect – with modifications. We made a quick run to a near-by fabric store for some alteration materials. Back in the motel and suitably undressed, we got to work modifying the clothes for our idea of a hot stripper routine. First, we added top inserts to a reviling, hot 1/3 cup demi-bra – tear-away tops. Strategic Velcro alterations to other garments made them easier to remove for a strip show.

Because the amateur show did not allow full nudity, I was really getting into it and wanted things to be as nasty and reviling as possible. I was dripping pussy juices the entire time while my boyfriend contributed many nasty ideas, holding on to his dick. I was going to start off in a blue sheath mini that we modified with Velcro seams, a garter belt (why to guys think these are so sexy?) and used the same black top as the night before with Velcro alterations. At the end of the dance, I planned to end up in a modified micro G-string, heels; and a gold necklace. As the time to leave approached, I noticed that the G-string was so micro that a bit of my landing strip was exposed. That would not do! So I went into the bathroom to shave it off. As I’m sitting on the vanity starting to shave, my boyfriend comes in and offers to do it. I always love his sexy shaves and it always leads to sex. So, we have one last hot fuck before leaving for the club, to put that ‘just fucked’ glow on, although he had to withdraw and cum on my mound because we don’t have time for a shower.

When we registered, we found that a dozen other girls had registered and I would be third from the last. The other girls ranged in age from 18 to early 30s (I was 25 at the time). As we scooped out the competition, I got a bit nervous looking at the younger girls – a couple of them were very hot. We sat in the same booth as last night; Brandy and a couple of others from last night recognized us. Some came over and gave me hugs and words of support. Some of my nervousness faded as I started to get turned on.

The contest didn’t start for about half an hour, so we enjoyed the show and lapsed back into our sexy behavior from the night before, without actually exposing anything. By the time the contest started, I was hot, horny and smelling of sex. The first four contestants were unimaginative – they did basic bump and grind stuff that could be done to any music with no aesthetic loss, while they discarded blouse, skirt, and bra, down to off-the-shelf, regular thongs, as if they were undressing at home. But they were cute with nice figures, so the guys give them nice rounds of applause and some tips. The fifth dancer was about my age and may have been a dancer from another strip club, judging from her costume and her ease with the audience. She came across as slightly professional and just a touch bored, even though she had sense enough to dance to the edge of the stage and look the audience right in the eyes. She got a few tips in her G-string, and a pretty good round of applause. The next three dancers provided some serious competition. They were obvious amateurs but had given some thought to their clothing, and two had some very sexy moves. As each one got into her routine and loosened up, they played to the audience well, and each stripped her clothing rather than just taking it off. Each drew good tips and applause. But they only had one layer of clothing to strip off.

The final contestant before I went on, was one of the really hot younger girls – really quite toned and sensual. She drew good tips and applause. I had been discussing each dancer with my boyfriend and really got into her - she had a great figure, hard, prominent nipples and very sexy moves. She made a lot of eye contact with me, also. I got very horny watching her and thinking about eating her pussy. I almost forgot that I went on next.

My nervousness was gone. I started my dance perfectly, radiating as much sexuality as if I were alone with my sexy boyfriend. I played the audience with suggestive thrusts, winks, wetting lips, tongue to tits, etc. When I took off my top - by ripping the Velcro seems – just as the music hit a crescendo – the move got a loud round of applause. I then started playing with the hemline of my miniskirt - hiking it just enough to expose the bright satin gusset of a sexy thong. I demurely inched the mini down from my waist; when the top was about even with my pussy mound and the thong, I danced over to my boyfriend and had him rip it off via the Velcro, then grabbed his head and planted a big wet kiss on his mouth. The audience roared. I danced back to mid-stage playing with my bra, and thong, shifting them around, giving hints.

By this time, I was so horny and in a super-sexy zone. On a whim, I deviated from plan. I was going to remove the top 2/3's of the bra cups and tear off the first layer of panties. Instead, I moved to front center-stage and motioned to the guy sitting there to stand up. When he did, I leaned over, took his hand and moved it under the side of the thong. I told him to pull. The Velcro gave way and I danced back, ripping the other side free. There was a gasp from the audience, and probably a second one when they really realized that I still had on a G-string. Then they went wild. Applause and catcalls. Tips started flying onto the stage; all around the stage guys were waiving me over to place tips in my G-string and bra. Choreography went out the window! One guy put a $5-bill in my G-string so I took both of his hands and placed them on my tits and had him tear-away the top panels. I made him tighten his fingers over the tops, then dropped my hands. Just as he started to regain some composure, I moved backwards and the panels tore away, leaving him with hands full of satin and lace and a silly grin on his face. Again, the audience went wild. More tips, applause and catcalls.

The next guy waived a $10 bill. I cupped the sides of my boobs and thrust forward to bury his face between them. I held there for a few moments, rubbing back and forth and tweaking my nipples to make them harder, as he licked my cleavage, and I got even wetter. I had him remove what was left of the bra and let him have a handful of naked tits. I gathered a few more tips, then, another guy had a $10 out. I grabbed his face and ground it into my scantly covered and very wett pussy. I kept holding his face there while I ground back and forth; I am sure he got a big whiff of my pussy honey. I think he licked my crotch. For the next guy with a tip, I guided his hands up my thighs. Teasing, I guided one hand slowly towards the front. I’ll bet he was thinking the he would get to pull on the G-string. I gyrated on his face for a second or two before telling him to pull on the garter belt. He took home a souvenir satin garter belt and the crowd went wild again.

By now I am probably in an even more wild state than the crowd, if that were possible! I am so horny that I really needed to masturbate and it was only by strong forceful concentration that I didn’t. The next guy had another $10 tip, so I bent over and whispered explicit instructions on how to remove the G-string. I straighten up, danced to the back of the stage and removed all the tips from the G-string, then danced back to him. For a moment I played with the crotch, and snuck a few circular rubs on my clit before lifting my leg high and wide. On cue he grabbed both sides of the G-sting, just forward of the Velcro, as instructed. We had timed it just right - the music ended. The crowd sensed that there was more to come. This guy had his hands tightly on my G-string, for goodness sake! The club was silent.

As instructed, he held on as I gyrated from side to side; then whispered “now” and he jerked both hands forward, holding on to the sides of the G-string. The crowd is again dumbfounded for seconds before realizing that I still had on an even smaller blue satin G-string! With all the dancing and excitement, the narrow satin front has nestled in between my pussy lips – it may as well not even be there! Except that it pulled in between the lips for a very pronounced camel toe. OMG, the crowd went absolutely apoplectic!

I had no idea what was going to happen next. The DJ just let the next song on my CD start playing. So, I started dancing to it! Tips were everywhere. I dropped on to the stage and started doing the pussy-revealing moves that the dancers did. While still on the floor I invited a couple of guys up close to my snatch for personal views. I then put my heels back on and stood up. The first guy that gave me a $10 now is waving a $20. I danced over to him, pulled the elastic out from between my pussy lips so he could put the bill right in front. His fingers brushed against my clit as he did, and a big shudder ran through me.

The crowd was wild. The song had less than a minute left and I’d been teasing by pulling one side of the G-string down, then the other. I knew the next move was not permitted; but I’d probably broken the rules already, anyway. I was so horny and excited that I didn’t care. I turned my back to the audience and slowly stripped the G-string away – to thunderous applause. When I turned back to the audience, I threw the G-string into the audience just as the music ended. And got a standing ovation. One of the regular dancers helped me gather up the tips, which, it turned out, almost equaled the first prize. The applause continued until I reached my seat next to my boyfriend.

There were still three girls to go. I was supposed to end up in bra, G-string and heels, not naked. Well, everyone had seen me naked, anyway. My boyfriend started to offer his shirt to me, but I figured what the heck! And sat there naked. Guys started coming by our table asking for autographs, especially those that caught clothing. I really enjoyed their stares as I signed various items for them and flirted shamelessly. I could easily see my guy’s hard-on straining in his pants; he said that he and had it since I first got on stage – without ever touching it. And his smile was the biggest ever. I bet that the last three contestants were quite upset, but I didn’t care. Actually, I think they were a bit intimidated by my dance, at least my boyfriend said that it appeared they had nothing prepared more than a simple strip. One girl tried to play a little peek-a-boo with her French-cut panties; the crowd urged her on, but she chickened out.

Finally, the judges called the best four back onto the stage for final judging. The other three had put their clothes back on. As I approached the stage still naked (and probably some dried pussy juices glistening on my thighs!), two girls quickly decided to strip to their thongs. I still didn’t know if the manager would pull me aside for breaking the rules, and still didn’t care. Anyway, the crowd judged me as the winner. No contest. Finally, as I’m going back to my seat, the manager remarked that amateurs weren’t allowed to be naked, so please put some clothes on. One of the regular dancers handed her robe to me and exclaimed, “Your stage presence, naked as you are, is very professional – just as if you were in front of a civic club.”

I am so fucking horny that I dr*ped the robe across my arm, went to my boyfriend, pulled him up from his seat and give him a full body hug and deep kiss, rubbing his erection with my hand, as everyone watched and whistled. When we finally left, we got no farther than the car before I unbuckled his pants, pulled them down and started sucking his cock. We finally got inside and I climbed right on top of him, quickly inserting his steel erection, and started fucking with abandon. As we fucked, patrons were filing out of the club, and many got another eye full. We didn’t care. I came so many times! He came and did not get soft, so we were able to continue fucking for some time. We drove to the hotel naked and only put on the minimum to run to the elevator. Due to the late hour, no one was around to notice that I was in a satin top long enough to barely come down to the top of my slit and exposing most of my butt; and a guy with only his trousers on, carrying an armload of shoes and his shirt. After all, the audience guys had all of the rest.

It took a week for the smell of cum to dissipate from our car! And that was nothing compared to the trashing we incurred to the hotel room as we fucked, talked, masturbated and fucked some more. My guy kept talking about how hot it all had been, even while eating my pussy. At one point, I wondered aloud if there was some way to contact one of the strippers to join us. My boyfriend was instantly hard again despite already having cum at least a dozen times. I don’t ever remember coming so often or so hard. My pussy juices soaked the bed.