MY LADY WINS A NIGHT WITH A MALE STRIPPER by CecilBCK
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“I was having coffee with three of my girlfriends this morning when they piqued my interest. All three of them told me their men were intent on making their sex lives more erotic. They took great delight in telling me the erotic is a source of power for them.
“The erotic comes from the sharing of joy, whether physical, emotional, psychic, or intellectual. Sexual pleasure without fucking, one of them surmised succinctly,” my lady Sarah told me.
“Would you like to explore and create some eroticism, high-class pornography with me? Though we have had lots of erotic sex together, with other women and men, and both at the same time. Compared to some of the erotic sex they recounted to me, we could blow them out of the water.”
Five minutes later Sarah was naked apart from her heels, standing with her back to a wall, watching in the mirror opposite as I had her magnificent ass cheeks in my hands as I licked, sucked and kissed her cunt lips while working, teasing and edging, to bring her to orgasm, a regular and exciting, challenge for me.
The previous night she had attended a hen’s party for one of her younger girlfriends. When she arrived home she was excited to tell me, “There was a male stripper for entertainment. He was an absolute spunk, mid-twenties, light brown skin, six-feet tall, with a toned, taut body. When he was down to his g-string the women went wild, his ass was to die for. When he dropped his g-string he took great delight in flaunting his cock for us. He was huge and a real exhibitionist. One of the women leapt onto the stage with a bottle of oil. You can guess what happened then?. Or shall I tell you? She oiled his cock until he had a very thick erection. He must be almost twelve-inches, one of the women told me.”
“Pleased you enjoyed your night out. Did you get the strippers details?”
“Even better, guess what, I won a prize. A voucher for a night with Bryan the stripper in a private room at the Hyatt. I was going to give it to one of my girlfriends, but she was too embarrassed to accept it.
“Would you like to join the dots with me, explore and create some eroticism, high-class pornography with me? Something I can boast to my girlfriends about?”
Sarah, is of French descent, in her mid-forties, bilingual, fluent in both French and English and as I recently discovered with a little prompting from me, bi-sexual, though she didn’t need a great deal of prompting. Her body is still good, both sexes love her legs and ass and the way I trim her pubic hair – the look Helmut Newton’s models prefer. Or was it his preference? Good hips, flat stomach, modest tits with long hard nipples when aroused.
She has a high sex drive, very high. She loves reminding me. “I am to please and be pleased sexually, I love being licked and teased by both sexes,” She lost all her inhibitions between her second and third husbands and she loves having sex with an audience. And she really does enjoy some racy commentary during sex, an extra dimension.
She has a tacit agreement with me that she can pleasure and be pleasured sexually by another man around once a month. We set some basic rules a while back, no intercourse, outer sex only – safe sex, ‘you can watch and masturbate’ she told me. If the second man wants to blow me, she loves to watch. Occasionally we have another woman instead of a man to pleasure us both, same rules apply.
We quickly moved beyond those rules and now have a third or fourth person on an irregular basis: Sunday afternoon is our preferred time, what better way to spend an afternoon?
One of the biggest keys to commanding presence in a room is to embrace my feminine nature she likes to tell me.
“Can you tell me again what you have organised Sarah? Is the voucher for you or us?,” I asked a week later at eight on the Friday night, while we were waiting in the foyer of the local Hyatt. She had warned me, or was it promised me, she wanted her and I to explore and create some eroticism, high-class pornography that night.
“Our erotic night starts here, now,” she told me an hour earlier in her dressing room as I admired her wonderful naked body as she dressed. Black, cup-less bra first. “Does my ass look big?,” she teased as I admired it, while she strutted to one of her shelves of lingerie. “Will my ass look big in this tiny, black, g-string? I hope so? Do my heels tone with my g-string? Is this skirt too short? Do I look like a woman in her forties who would attend a hen’s night to admire the stripper?”
“Do you want to fuck him? Is he expecting to fuck you? Is that part of the voucher prize you won?,” I asked already aroused as I tried to second guess her.
“I am not sure yet. Do I have your permission to fuck him? It could be very exciting for all of us. A man with a twelve-inch erection, you know size is important for me. And you.”
“You know our rules, if you fuck another man, you can expect a spanking from me. And I expect to fuck another woman, an eye for an eye, just as we have done in the past.”
“Oh wow, that could be very exciting for all of us,” she replied as she kissed me with the tip of her tongue.
“Your arrangements are in place madam, suite 3333 on level thirty-three,” the bellhop told Sarah with a knowing smile as he admired her wonderful thighs showcased by her short skirt as she crossed her legs for him.
“Sorry I’m late Sarah, so hard to get a cab on a Friday night,” Anya, one of her girlfriends whispered breathlessly as she caught up with us. “Do I look alright? I dressed just as you asked me to Sarah.” I had met Anya a few times, but never looking as glamorous and sexy as this in heels and a short skirt similar to Sarah’s.
“Hello Bryan, these are my friends Anya and Roger, remember me? I was your prize, tonight I am your prize,” Sarah told him, overflowing with self confidence as we entered.
“I am here for your sexual pleasure Sarah. Are your friends expecting sexual pleasure with me also? I hope so, a bonus for me another woman and a man, all sexually appealing and all older than me, one of my fetishes,” he told us as the sexual tension sky rocketed.
He was wearing a hotel issue short, white, terry towel robe over his freshly showered body. Sarah’s de***********ion of him was spot on: A male stripper, mid-twenties. an absolute spunk, light brown skin, six-feet tall, wide shoulders, slim waist with a toned, taut body, super confident in what he had to offer, sexual pleasure for the three of us.
Bryan led us into another room, mirrors on all the walls and ceiling, ‘a private room’ for us, before Sarah sat on a sofa and crossed her legs, intent on teasing Bryan with her wonderful thighs as she deliberately allowed her very short skirt to ride up. “You have a number of options for our sexual pleasure Bryan. All of them erotic, let’s make them very erotic. I would like to fuck you, while my friends watch, I am very tempted, but my man would be very disappointed with me.