by Taylor Cole
The first girl was stroking my cock softly while I was kissing and grabbing the other’s nice perky young tits. I put both of their hands on my dick and they started touching and playing with it. I helped take the other’s shirt off as the first one pulled her skirt down. I licked one’s nipple while grabbing the other girl’s breasts.
I pulled them close so they were shoulder to shoulder and licked first one girl’s breast, then the other’s. I couldn’t even believe this was happening. I looked at the four identical boobies and grabbed the two in the middle. They were acting so sexy and slutty that you wouldn’t even think they knew each other. I rubbed their nipples together and they froze. Oh no! Too much! I had to act fast so I quickly turned them around and bent them over. Pulled a condom from my back pocket and put it on faster than I ever have before.
The sight of two naked identical sisters bent over was unbelievably hot. I put it in the first one and slid in and out about three strokes. I then pulled it out and went to the next one to make it official. Now I could take my time. Slow and fast. Soft and hard. I went back and forth on both of them, enjoying every thrust, trying to see if I could tell a difference, or if one would enjoy it more than the other. They were so beautiful and seemed to want only to please me, as if they knew it was every man’s dream and they were giving it to me as a gift.
I came so good. If I died in that moment it would have been just fine with me.
My friend just watched in amazement. I pulled my jeans back up and the girls got dressed, smiling just as big as I was. We walked out of the stall and they went back into the club.
I gathered my things and headed for the bus. I hadn’t stopped smiling. It was my finest hour. Before I left, I found them at the bar, hugged and kissed them both goodbye.
I never saw them again. But that Polaroid the stagehand snapped is still in my locker today.
XXX-stasy
I had been a dancer on and off for about five years when I got divorced. I decided to move to Houston from Dallas and start completely over. At that time the club in Houston had the best male strip show in the nation. I felt like a rookie again but it was the good part of being a rookie, the part where you get butterflies in your belly. The excitement of being a veteran but new at the same time was actually really fun. The regular customers of the club and the single friends of the other guys’ girlfriends all seem to salivate for the new guy, and I was loving every moment of it.
One night, a couple of girls were sitting together when I went onstage. The blonde approached me and said, “We both decided we want to take you home!” It was early in the night and I was thinking that there was no better way to start my night. I sheepishly joked, “Whatever!” Soon after, the girls, who both worked at the men’s club down the street, had to go to work so we said our goodbyes.
Only a few days before, I had slept with the second girl but we hadn’t had sex. We both were just out of relationships and wanted the company of a warm body to hold, so we just held each other all night. (Yes, two strippers who were attracted to one another slept together at least three or four times and NEVER had sex.) So I was thinking a three-way would be cool, but the blonde was really hot and I wanted to bone her badly.
A week later, on Valentine’s Day, I got my chance. She suggested we try an X pill and have a one-on-one party to celebrate the holiday. I thought, well, let’s take it another step further and try a Viagra as well. The mood was set in her bedroom, with music in the background and candles everywhere. We both dropped the X and I followed that up with a Viagra.
We started kissing while waiting for the X to take effect. I had known this girl for about four months and the very first time I saw her, she looked so hot I had to do a double take. Needless to say, I was more than ready. When you have sex on X, everything is heightened and your energy level soars. You are a sex machine on steroids. The penetration feels better than ever and you can fuck all night when you are on it. Add the fact that the Viagra makes your dick feel larger and helps you last longer as well.
She was so beautiful, I couldn’t stop looking at her as I ran my hands all over her body. Her skin was as smooth and radiant and flawless as the satin sheets on her bed. I licked and squeezed her gorgeous big boobs all over and then sucked each nipple until it was red and swollen.
Maybe it was just the X, but in that moment, I had never seen a more beautiful pussy nor tasted a more delicious one. I ate her long and hard, like a starving man, while she rode my tongue until she came.
Just the sight of her in ecstasy almost made me come. But I slowed myself down. I had all night. When I finally did slide my dick into that slick pussy, it was the sweetest thing I ever felt. We took it long and slow, hard and fast, in every position imaginable, and probably some that aren’t. I made sweet love to her all night long, and we didn’t fall asleep until after sunrise.
Unfortunately, her ex-boyfriend picked that morning to pay her a visit. I woke up to see him standing over me. I’ve never been awakened like that before and it was pretty scary. He didn’t try to fight or argue, he just turned around and left.
This guy was a dancer at a different club but about a week after this incident, he started working at my club. I was trying to be respectful, and letting him slide when he started spreading rumors about his ex. I knew he was hurt. I figured I would let him vent. After all, I was pounding his hot ex and enjoying the hell out of it. A couple of incidents happened that I let slide by but on Saturday night, that changed.
While I was on main stage, he took copies of a naked photo of his ex and put it on everyone’s locker. This is what I got to look at when I came off stage after rocking the house. “That’s it,” said one guy. “You gotta teach him.” I said, “Yep, I know” and got dressed. I found him at the bar and told him it was time to go downstairs. He didn’t want to, so I told him again. He got up and we headed downstairs to the garage parking lot. One punch knocked him out and got me a week’s suspension from work plus a $235 bill for the window he broke on his way down after I punched him.
The Stripper’s Wife
Sometimes lap dances present special problems. There was this one guy who had been dancing for about three or four years when I started at the club. He was married and had a beautiful wife. One day, I was dancing on side stage and she asked me to give her a lap dance. First I thought, what’s up with that? Then I thought, dance for a hot chick! It’s always a bonus to dance for a hottie! So I asked the dancer if it was okay to dance for his wife. He said, “Only if you give her a dirty one!” He was half laughing and half serious.
I took her to the table dance area and proceeded to give her a sexy lap dance. She started to spread her thighs around my hips and pull me in closer with her legs. She had on a miniskirt, so not much was hidden. I was feeling my dick start to bulge. This doesn’t happen very often. Usually I’m not aroused at work, but I couldn’t help it at this moment. This girl was hot.
Now I started wondering if they were swingers. Being new to the club, I really didn’t know the guy too well. There was no way I was doing a three-way with another guy! Halfway through the song, she was thrusting her pelvis up and down on my bulge. I started thinking I had to get away because this was too much for me. She placed her hand on the side of my crotch and very gently started to rub her fingers along my shaft, which was now fully engorged. Thankfully, there was another dancer nearby who was making sure his friend’s wife was not getting out of line. He said to me, “Careful, getting too close.” I agreed and collected the money, then stood there for a minute or two. I had to let my bulge decrease.
Trickle-Down Pussy
At the club, there are fifteen to twenty-five other dancers, plus the waiters, whom you have to compete with for pussy. If you take all the guys who are in committed relationships and do not cheat, waiters factored in, you have, say, twenty-five percent less competition. Now let’s look at the roadshow numbers: five dancers, and in my touring group, three or four were in committed relationships. Thus, the lone dancer
is the luckiest son of a bitch alive! No matter what the fifth guy looked like, he got the trickle-down pussy. The hottest girl likes the best-looking dancer but she finds that he is not giving her the time of day backstage. (The hottest girl always goes backstage.) So now she is interested in the next guy but soon realizes that there’s only one guy really looking at her with hungry eyes and inevitably, he gets to enjoy that sweet, sweet girl. We also had a runner (stage coordinator) who was able to enjoy the benefits of being single as well. The female-to-male ratio at a good roadshow is fifty to one. You gotta love those numbers if you are a single male exotic dancer.
How to Talk Her into a Three-Way
Back when I was single, a three-way was always better than a two-way—but only if it had two girls, one guy!
Once, an eighteen-year-old had the hots for me. I had already had sex with her and so my interest had cooled. She came in with her friend, who was really cute, and I was thinking, Hmm, what can I say to get this party started? Since I had already fucked the first girl, I figured I’d just take a random shot and ask for a three-way. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings though, so I wanted to make it seem as if it were her idea. This is what I did: I asked the girl if she ever had a three-way. I’ve come to find that more than half of eighteen- and nineteen-year-old girls have experienced a three-way. At least the girls I talk with. So of course I was expecting a yes, and sure enough, that’s what she said.
I looked at her with sad eyes and said, “Really?! I’ve never even had that! You are younger than me and I haven’t gotten to do that yet!” I threw in the “yet” on purpose.
I knew how much this girl wanted me and that she would do whatever necessary to please me. I walked off to give her more time to think. Not ten minutes passed before she came to me on side stage and said that her friend was up for a three-way. I had lined up a three-way in ten minutes and was having sex soon thereafter. All from that one line, “I haven’t gotten to do that yet!” Girls at that age are eager to please and I was eager to teach.
There Goes the Bride
It’s another Saturday night and the club is packed as usual. I’m on stage looking over a sea of pretty girls. The crowd is eating out of my hands. I can do no wrong. As the light hits the crowd of women I see only one face across the room. She has blonde hair, blue eyes and a perfect smile. I find myself going through the motions onstage but can’t stop looking at her. I’m sure the audience notices ‘cause I am obviously mesmerized by her the whole set.
After my set, I can’t remember taking tips or the music or anything. It was like there was a spotlight on her face and the rest of the club was pitch black. The next thing I remember is being at my locker putting up the money I made.
I go to my side stage and the same thing happens. I see only her. As I walk to the next stage I pass her and her friends. I say to her, “You are the prettiest girl I have ever seen. I can’t even concentrate with you here.”
She smiles and giggles. I can’t say anything else. I’m afraid I’ll stutter or say the wrong thing. I go to my stage and finish my rotation, all the while making eye contact with her. We smile back and forth to each other through the whole set.
When the night is over, I quickly get dressed. I know the timing has to be perfect. I look through the curtain and see her party about to leave. I have to act fast. I run to the car and pull around the club to where the valet is dropping off cars. I wait for the girl and her friends to come out and when they do, I pull up to the front door. Luckily for me I just bought my new Corvette and it is waxed to a glass-like shine. I roll down the window and say, “Hey, pretty girl, need a ride?” I put on my most charming smile.
She smiles back but stalls for a sec. Her friends chime in, saying, “Girl, you’d better go get in that car.” She does and I pull around to the back of the club.
We talk for a bit, both trying to seem innocent. By now her friends are waiting in the car behind us. She says, “Well, I guess I’d better go.”
I lean over for a kiss, and she meets me halfway. It lasts for what seems like a split second but is probably closer to a minute. She gets out and leaves, and I sit there for a minute, taking it in. I assume that will be the last time I ever see her and I’m sure she thinks so too.
A few weeks later, I’m checking Facebook and see a message from someone whose name I don’t recognize. It turns out to be the sister, who was with the girl the night we met. She explains to me that the girl I met is getting married and she wants me to be her final fling before the ring.
To me, that’s wrong, but I just can’t make myself pass up this opportunity. I tell her that I’m the right guy for the job.
The night of our tryst finally arrives and she walks into the club looking like a glamorous supermodel. Everything perfect from head to toe. I can’t believe she wants me. I stop by her table to say hi and give her a hug. I am so nervous. Just like the night I met her, I can’t take my eyes off her the whole night. And the night goes on and on, seeming to take forever to end.
Finally it’s two o’clock. I just know somehow this is going to fall through.
I tell her I’ll meet her in the parking lot and follow her to the hotel. She agrees. I can’t believe this is going down. I get dressed and go to my car. I can’t let her ride with me because the regulars hanging out in the parking lot would never tip me again if they saw us together. I wait for what seems like an eternity because her friends are talking to other dancers.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. I pull up to her and say, “Get in.” I don’t care who sees me. I can’t wait any longer.
As soon as she gets in I grab her hand. It feels like we have been doing it for years. We get to the hotel and the reality is setting in. This is really going to happen. We get into the room and immediately start kissing. I take off her dress, and she is even more perfect naked. Smooth, soft, tan skin, long sexy legs, perfect nice ass and titties that a sculptor couldn’t make more amazing.
I lay her down and start going down on her, taking off my jeans while doing so.
Looking up at this gorgeous woman and hearing her moan is turning me on so much. I want her now. I lie on the bed and she starts sucking my cock, making it harder with every stroke. I put on a condom and she climbs on top of me. It feels so good sliding in I know I could have an orgasm at any second.
She rides me like she can’t get enough, her tits bouncing, her pussy tight and juicy. She throws her head back, tossing her long blonde hair around wildly. She comes hard, writhing and moaning.
Now it’s my turn. I move behind her and bend her over. I’m thinking as I put it in that this will be the nicest ass I will ever grab. I put it in and start to fuck her harder and harder. The noise from her moans and from my thighs slapping against her ass are getting me even harder than before. I can feel my cock throbbing over and over as I come. It is so amazing that I don’t want to leave. We talk as if we are completely in love. I keep it going for as long as we can before I have to leave.
We say our goodbyes and I walk out the door, knowing I will never see her again.
Cheater’s Remorse
Cheating is something that I am against. However, in the past, I have had some indiscretions. Having beautiful women throw themselves at you can be very tempting. Only one time, ever, did I let the girl get into my head. I met her in Little Rock on a roadshow. She was in line trying to buy a signed copy of my Playgirl magazine. As soon as I set eyes on her, I was sprung. She was five-feet-five with long, flowing dark hair. She was in her early twenties and looked exactly like a mix of Liv Tyler and Catherine Zeta-Jones. At that time in my life, that was my perfect girl, looks-wise.
After the roadshow, I hooked up with her and she had two friends with her. It just so happened that I had two single friends, so we left the show together and headed back to the hotel with these hotties.
One guy immediately took his girl into the bathroom. My other friend took one bed and I got the other.
Each guy was at a different level with
his chick. The one in the bathroom was pounding his chick and they were getting loud, which just made everyone else hornier. The two in the other bed were having sex at this point as well.
I was under the covers with one of the most beautiful chicks I’ve ever seen and we were doing everything but actual penetration, kissing, rubbing, sucking each other all over. I looked at her and asked if she had a condom. She didn’t, so we decided to orally satisfy one another. She went down on me first, and she knew how to do it just right. I held back as long as I could, but the warm, moist suction of her lips and tongue, the way she cupped and squeezed my balls, had me battering her mouth, pounding for all I was worth. As soon as I looked down at this beautiful girl sucking my dick, I started to come. I tried to pull out to be polite but she held on tight, her face buried in my groin, sucking every last drop out of my cock.
Now it was ready to return the favor. I flipped her over and ate and sucked her clit while I finger-fucked her hard and fast. She thrashed and moaned and pulled my hair as she came.
But that just made me want even more to feel what it was like to be inside this beauty, and she felt the same way too.
I asked my friend in the other bed if he had a condom, and he said it was in his bag. I got up, buck-naked, and started feeling around in his bag for the condom, all the while hearing moans from the bathroom and from the other bed! I was getting mad and frustrated and started yelling, “Hey! Where’s the condom?” He kept telling me it was in the bag, but I tore that bag apart and I never did find it.
By this time, the guy in the bathroom was done and he came out into the room, totally naked and with his cock half hard. He was jumping around and being silly while the girl he just had sex with sat on the corner of my bed.