Sucing the Stripper

Higher Education 1: Sucking the Stripper

This is based on an event that happened during my wife's student days, long before we got together. So I'll let her tell it. (At the time Jane, Helen and Beth were all 19, Carrie was 20. Stripper's age unknown but around late 20s. Audience women ranged from 18 to 60s).

My wife and her friends were (and still are!) fond of attending male strip shows, and, not being in any way shy, she has had a number of "encounters" with strippers:

"I'm Jane, and this took place long before I got married, when I was at uni and pretty much up for anything (my friends might say I still am).

This is one of my husband's favourite stories of me misbehaving, it always seems to turn him on!

I and my girlfriends from the University hockey team, my best friend Helen, Beth and Carrie, all of whom I was at school with, became regulars at a club that was fairly basic but acted as a sort of community centre for the area we were living in, and the drink was cheap. They hosted the usual sort of parties - birthdays, wedding anniversaries and suchlike and occasionally put on events - local bands, cabaret acts etc. They had a "Sunday Strip" twice a month which was girls stripping for the lads, but they decided to stage a ladies night and Carrie found out about it. It was members only to get round the licensing laws, but since almost all the members were men they had to introduce some form of temporary membership to get the girls in, and Carrie sorted that out. She somehow managed to get a table for six of us right at the front, too. Cheap drink and naked men - bring it on!

There were two strippers who performed twice each. The first guy was fairly tame, he got a few women to rub oil into him while still wearing his pouch, but that didn't come off until he was back on stage. We all got a good look though! For his second spot, he got a couple of women on stage, got their tops and bras off, and let them remove his pouch and have a grope while he had a good feel of their tits. Much better!

The main guy's first act finished with him getting a girl on stage, stripping her to the waist and sitting her on a chair while she removed his pouch with his (very impressive) cock just inches from her face. Then he turned to face the audience, sat on her lap, put both her hands on his cock and she happily moved them up and down until he was fully erect. The evening was starting to warm up!

And this is where the fun really begins - with his finale. He came down off the stage with a towel round his waist and got a couple of women to remove his pouch. Then he moved along the front row allowing a succession of eager hands (including mine) to have a good feel under the towel. At this point, he took my hand and led me up on to the stage, with me trying not to look too eager. I, as usual, wasn't wearing a bra, so when he slipped the straps of my dress down my tits were on display to the room. Cue cheers and laughter from my teammates.

He put his hands on my shoulders, gently pushing me to my knees. He opened the towel and held it so no-one could see and moved forward so his semi-erect cock was brushing against my face. It took me around one second for me to get it in my mouth and start sucking. I became aware that the towel was slowly moving, pulling back on the side facing the audience. I suppose I could have stopped that, had I wanted to, but right then that was the last thing on my mind. Gradually the towel fell away completely, and I was sucking his cock in full view of the women in the audience, the bar staff, the manager and the security guys and I loved it!

Then he suddenly took a step back and came to the climax(!) of the act. I was on my knees with cum over my face, in my mouth and over my tits and Helen, Beth, Carrie and the girls were on their feet cheering. What an experience! I loved every second of it, doing on a stage in front of an audience what I had usually only done in private. Call me a slut or an exhibitionist if you want, I can only agree with you, I have absolutely no shame about it - quite the opposite!

The stripper (I have no idea what his name was, and I didn't care) gave me a towel to wipe myself down with and I rejoined the girls. The audience was going wild (for him, I mean, rather than me) but the manager was looking worried when he came over - he asked if I was OK, apologising, saying it wasn't supposed to go that far. I assured him I was more that OK, I was perfectly happy, and Carrie pointed out that the audience had loved it, and when word got round, tickets would be selling like hot cakes for the next time, which they did. That was the first of many visits to that club, and we had a lot of wild times there with both male and female strippers.

Maybe I'll tell some of those stories, too...