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Striptease at the Bachelor Party

I’ve never indulged in sex with a customer. Tonight, I please five.

Private events are what I like the most. I bring my pole, I set it up at the center of the living room, and there I dance. If a customer pays the right amount I can bring my equipment — and my sexy moves — everywhere.

Tonight it’s a little different from my usual routine. For the first time, I’ve been hired by five young men for a private bachelor party. They are foreigners with a strong European accent.

As soon I see them, I know I will do everything I can to put up a good show for them. After all, I usually perform for men past their fifties; men who have lost any chance to enjoy the presence of a twenty-five years old woman like me, if not by paying — rich men for which money has lost any real meaning. Five young, handsome men who must have saved money to be able to afford me, are a nice change for me. I feel flattered.

When I finish preparing myself in the bathroom, I start the music and enter tonight’s stage.

High heeled black, leather boots covering up to half my thigh, a black thong covering just the triangle of my shaven sex, a scanty see-through bra which doesn’t leave my nipples to their imagination… as I walk, wriggling my ass at them, I know I am the center of their attention.

My hands slide on the pole. I crouch, squeezing my boobs on the metal rod, mimicking a tit-job on it, then I bend, my ass exposed to the five men aligned on the two sofas, waving it left and right, knowing very well that the thong is nothing but a thin line between my cheeks.

They are already crazy for me, and I’m wet… horny as fuck. I never get enough of exposing my naughty side to strangers, yes… but tonight I am enjoying it more than usual.

“Naked, naked, naked,” they chant, excited.

Calm down, boys. It’s not the moment, yet, I think.

But I guess I can remove my bra, already. After all, they have only one hour, and I’m sure they want to look at me in every little detail.

I unhook the bra and slide the straps down my shoulders keeping it on my nipples with an arm while staring at them.

One of the men is already stroking his cock. Not enough. I want all of them to jerk off while looking at me. I want all of them to cum on their bellies imagining how nice it would feel to fuck a woman like me.

A precise throw… and my bra lands on a customer’s head. I walk closer to him and tease my hard nipples in front of his face.

I don’t have to pretend I like it. My moans are real. But they know the rules: no touching. I control the pace; I take care of their excitement. I’ve never broken that rule, so far.

Look at me. Yes. Look at me more.

Teasing my nipples makes me wriggle in pleasure. I look into the man’s eyes, and the lust I see makes me want to tease him even more. Well, he’s well built and handsome… I bet a lot of women would even pay to get some private time with him.

I smile, going back to the pole. Again, I dance around it. With it. This time, the cold metal grazing my tits gives me so much pleasure, that it’s almost painful. I push my pussy against the rod, rubbing it up and down it. I lick a finger, mimicking a blowjob to one of the men.

Fuck. I want them to look at my pussy from so close they can smell it, while I rub my clit for them.

I slide down my thong and throw it to another man. Right on his standing dick.

I lick my lips, desiring to suck him, for real. I am so horny today… as I’ve rarely been during a show.

Maybe it’s because I’ve broken up with my boyfriend and I’ve not been fucked for three weeks. Maybe I should have masturbated before coming here, to unload my needs, and keep it more professional.

Too late for that. I’m losing my will to fight against my needs.

Moreover… why should I even forbid myself something that I want?

The young man brings my panties to his nose. They are drenched in my juices. It’s embarrassing to know he’s just found out how horny I am. He looks at me while giving a long lap right where they are wet the most, tasting me.

Not fair. I want to taste him, too.

I smile, turning around, bending on the pole, exposing to them my firm perfect ass, and the little hole between my cheeks. “Come on… tease him more… we haven’t paid for this…” someone says.

Of course, the husband-to-be needs special treatment. I knew it’d come to this.

I walk to him. All men are caressing their hardness right now. Five cocks standing proudly for me, because of me. Waiting for me.

I want a cock. I really want a cock, tonight.

I turn around and wave my butt in front of the future groom, squatting enough to graze his cock. I push his hands away when he tries to direct his cock at my entrance, by I can’t deny that if we were alone, I’d lower my body on him and accept his full hardness. I would ride him and maybe even allow him to fill my womb with his warm cum.

Such shivers, imagining to do something this lewd. But I restrain myself and push my butt on his cock flattened to his belly, until my lips adapt to his shaft, and I can rock my hips back and forth on it, masturbating the hard dick with my pussy.

I’m getting so excited teasing my pussy on this man’s hardness, that my orgasm feels like exploding any time.

Suddenly two of the other men are standing in front of me, stroking their cocks in front of my face. I keep on dancing on the soon-to-be husband’s cock, raising the pace of my hips rocking back and forth on it. I want him to cum, today. I want him to spurt his cum while I masturbate him with my pussy

No. I want him inside me, already. Fuck… I’m so horny… I want a cock… I need cock.

Someone is touching my tits, caressing my nipples. Someone else is looking for my clit. The two men put my hands on their dicks and guide me to stroke them.

I don’t resist. I want to do it. No, I want to suck them.

The young men I’m riding grabs me and turns me around. I feel like a doll, when he places me on his cock and begin sucking my nipples. Riding his cock like this is not enough, anymore. I’m the one grabbing it and directing it at my pussy. I’m the one sitting on it, moaning in pleasure.

No, I’m too horny to stop. I lean towards one of the other dicks and lick it. A little, tentative kiss and a small lap to the tip, which drives the man crazy. He grabs my head and pushes his entire length inside my mouth.

Please, do it more.

This is what I need. I keep on riding the man under me, now in rhythm with the orgasm building up inside my sex.

I’m there… I’m almost there…

Abruptly, all the pleasure I’ve built up in the past weeks erupts out of me, making me tremble and shake on the man’s cock, while he pushes it deeper into me groaning in pleasure. I can feel his spasms and the spurts of cum flowing inside me, filling me.

The realization I’m letting a stranger cum inside me for the first time since I’ve started this business makes my orgasm even more powerful. I feel slutty, but in a way… I am exactly what I want to be.

The man fucking my mouth explodes soon, but after the first spurt I pull it out letting him spray my face and tits. The man under me complains when some of his friend’s jizz lands on his belly, but I don’t care. I turn around and suck the other cock until that man, too, tenses and then releases his pleasure covering me with another load.

The men around me are laughing and cheering. Excited, happy. I’m sure they didn’t expect something like this when they paid for me.

Well, I didn’t either.

Two men are still waiting for me, standing by the sofa. I kneel and grab their cocks, but I don’t have time to taste them: a couple of strokes are enough for them to jizz on my face, my hair, my tits.

I look at the clock on the wall. It’s almost time to leave.

Tonight, I’ve earned my share.

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