1. Former Playboy Playmates Part 1: Stephanie's Move


    Date: 7/1/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Bi-sexual, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Female solo, Group Sex, Interracial, Male/Female, Oral Sex, Threesome, Voyeurism, Author: tw_holt, Rating: 86.4, Source: sexstories.com

    She was ready and was actually looking forward to it. The light was so bright, yet she found it comforting. She could barely see the audience. The music was so loud, but it didn’t bother her. She couldn’t hear their cat calls or comments. When her eyes finally adjusted to the light, she could see most of the men were indeed black. Swinging around the pole in a manner nowhere near as skilled as some of the other dancers, she pretended they were all hard for her, she pretended their cocks were all as big as Fat Rob’s. This made her hornier and hornier by the second. She wanted to see and feel them. She wanted to confirm she was the woman causing their arousal. She started moving more and more seductively to the slow music. Fat Rob had given her a few pointers for if she saw money land on the stage. Watching, waiting, constantly moving, she looked for money to appear - a five there, a dollar here, maybe an occasional ten, every time she saw one, she’d position herself in front of the man that planted it. Closing her eyes, getting lost in her own world, envisioning the man’s erect cock waiting for her pussy to engulf it, she would dance just for him for a few moments, inches from his face. She was naked, rolling around, sliding around, and squatting down in front of the men sitting around the stage. It was liberating. She could see why her sister loved doing it for years. Her song was over in a few minutes. She collected her money and went back stage to find Fat Rob waiting ...
    for her. He hugged her tightly, saying how proud he was of her. “You gotta stay in Atlanta. You’re a natural at this. I need a sexy middle-age woman at a new club my employer is building. Please stay,” he pleaded. She smiled and shook her head. Fat Rob led her to where her dress was. “Ok, listen I’m going to be back here tending to some business. Go out and walk around, if you want to give private lap dance, please feel free. The only rule is that you keep whatever money you get on stage, but the private lap dances, well, the club gets a cut. Think of it as a product we sell. Alright?” Fat Rob explained. Stephanie nodded, unable to take the smile off her face as she changed into her dress, and headed out to the floor near the bar. *********** Stephanie was having an amazing time. Three hours passed since her dance on stage and she had lost count of how many men asked her for a private lap dance. Some were young, some were old, some were gentlemen, and some didn’t keep them hands to their selves. Stephanie didn’t care. She grinded and dry humped herself across their bulging, concealed, hard ons nearly to orgasm each time. She felt so wild and naughty. She wondered what her recently dumped son would think of her. Of the few white people there, one happened to resemble him; she couldn’t help but think of Dan as she pulled her dress up, revealing her massive tits to the guy, straddling and grinding on him. “My poor baby. Heartbroken and alone. Maybe mommy can dance for him!” She ...
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