1. The Marathon - Night 2


    Date: 10/27/2017, Categories: BDSM, Group Sex, Voyeur, Author: txbbwlover1, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    “We’ve got a special guest here tonight that’s going to perform for us. By day she’s a suburban housewife, by night she’s a wild c***d! Please come on up Mrs. Smith!” Her eyes got wide as she looked at me. “Yep, you’re going to put on a show tonight. You’re going to get up there an dance for the good people, and strip right down!” “Oh shit” was all she said. After a few more moments of hesitation, she started to walk up to the stage. I walked behind her and got a good seat in front. She stepped up the back of the stage and was walked behind the curtain by the DJ. The music started and all the attention turned towards the stage. She came out from behind the curtains, hesitantly at first. The crowd applauded and whooped and hollered. She started to gain some confidence and started to dance. She sidled up to the pole and started working it. Every time she’d lean out or lift her leg, the crowd got a good peek at her snatch and tits, which got them worked up even more. After a few minutes of dancing, she looked over to me. I mouthed “Take it off!!” She nodded. Leaning back against the pole, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt, and pulled it over her head. Spinning it over her head she twirled around the stage giving everyone a good view, and then threw her shirt far off the stage. The crowd was really getting into it, whistling and yelling like crazy. She lay on her back on the stage and then lifted her legs in the air, and pulled her skirt off and tossed it off stage. She spread ...
    her legs as far as she could, opening up her lips and giving everybody a good view. She then got up on all fours and prowled the perimeter of the stage. Many hands reached out and groped her ass, dangling tits, belly and crotch. Bills started to fly on stage. She got down off the stage and walked over to a nearby patron. He was sitting facing the stage and she straddled him, burying her face with her breasts. She started to grind up and down on him, faster and faster, while he kept his head buried in her chest. After she was done she got off him, and he had a wet streak from his crotch halfway up his t-shirt. The crowd went wild over that. She got back up on stage and danced some more. The DJ cut in “Let’s hear it for Mrs. Smith!!!!” The crowd cheered loudly. She bowed towards the audience, and then turned around and touched her toes, opening herself up for one last view. She gathered up the cash thrown on stage and walked down the stairs. I met her at the bottom. “That was awesome!” she said “Now where are my clothes?” “Hell if I know. You threw them way off stage.” We looked for a few minutes but they were no where to be found. “Oh well, I said, I guess you’ll have to finish the night like this?” “Finish?” “Yeah, your shifts not over.” I said. “Crap” she said. She went back to the bar, and got her apron, if you could call it that. Not much bigger than a fanny pack, it didn’t cover anything. “One last thing” I said. I pulled out a leash and clipped it onto the front of her ...
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