You finish unbuttoning the shirt to reveal your nakedness. You lift the shirt tail up over your ass, and walk enough to give every guy there a good look. Then you stand, one foot flat the other on tip-toe, and slowly, achingly dip your finger between your legs. The crowd loves it, and hollers even louder as you lift that finger up, tip your head back, close your eyes and languidly suck your finger dry.
You do that once more then you come back to me. You sit on the edge of the stage, your ass inches from it, your feet flat on the stage. Your legs are spread wide and I and everyone around has a perfect look at your swollen, wet, pink pussy. You lean back on one hand, and with the other dip the two middle fingers between your lips and slowly begin fucking yourself. The men watch, entranced, occasionally hollering something unintelligible. The music blares and finishes, and as the stereo system falls silent we can all plainly hear your moans and squeals, the shouts of the men, and the squishy noise of your fingers fucking your wet cunt.
You open your eyes and look back at me, your cheeks puffing with each grunting breath. I know you enough to know you're close, and I grip the arms of the chair tightly. The next song starts, and as it does your squeals become higher-pitched, cutting through the noise so everyone knows you're ready to explode. As the orgasm takes you, you throw your head back and the room spins, nameless faces all around watching you writhe in ecstasy.
As it subsides you again lick your fingers clean then slowly stand, grinning like a conquering queen. You simply turn and walk off. It's impossible to top your performance, but they go on and try anyway.
As you emerge back on the floor, once again dressed in your blouse and skirt, my flannel tied around your waist, you ignore the men who grin and whistle and pinch your ass. Your eyes are on me alone, and without a word you grab my wrist and lead me toward the exit. Before we reach the door, though, you turn and slide into a booth in a dark corner. We look at the crowd, and see that they've forgotten us in favor of Sherri, a long-legged brunette.
"That was fucking incredible," I mutter.
"Thank you baby," you say, sliding into the booth on the same bench that I'm on. You kiss my cheek and your hand goes straight for my jeans. You cup my balls and cock and whisper, "Boy you really did like it, didn't you?"
You've unzipped my jeans before I can answer. "I'm so turned on, honey, I need to fuck now," you whisper, desperately. Not one to argue, I take another look at the crowd, my hands fumbling with your skirt. You lift your hips enough for me to hike up your skirt. My hand finds that you never put your panties back on after the show, and you squeeze my thigh and let out a loud moan when my fingers touch your wet lips. I look up, and with the music loud and a naked dancer onstage, no one heard you. Feeling more bold, I plunge two fingers into you. "Oh God!" you gasp, and begin rocking, fucking my fingers. You hand finds the button to my jeans and with my free hand I help you free my aching cock. I stop touching you long enough to wiggle my jeans down over my hips, and resume fingering you as your fingers grip my cock and begin furiously pounding it. The smell of my precum and your honey waft up to us as our hands invoke moans of pleasure.
"God fuck me," you say. "You have to fuck me now." I don't even bother to look up as you scramble to sit on my lap. Your thighs straddle mine, your waist pressed against the table, your hands pushing off the table top back into me. I grip the base of my cock and easily let it glide into you, and you let out a low, guttural moan as it fills you. "Oh yeah that's what I need," you moan as my hard meat fills your aching cunt. With one hand you push back from the table, ramming into me, and the other finds your clit and rubs furiously. You can feel the juice flow as my cock pumps in and out. The table digs into your belly as I push up, grunting loudly.
"I'm...gonna...fuckin...cum..." I grunt between gasps.
"God, god, me too...." you squeal. I push my feet into the floor and lift my hips and explode in you. Your hand on your pussy can feel my hot cum ooze out and you too explode, clenching and spasming, your head flailing and your breathing stopped. My whole body shakes once more and I sink back into the bench, panting. You slide off and sit beside me, catching your breath. After a moment you swallow and grin.
"Now, you wanted me home in bed, right?" You stand and saunter out, and I hastily follow.
