1. Strip Me


    Date: 9/17/2015, Categories: Voyeur, Author: Naughty_Accountant, Rating: 75, Source: xHamster

    clapping and I see a lot of smiles. So I just sorta go round a bit, checking out my audience. Shoot, now what? Then the music picks up a lot and I’m starting to feel a little more in tune and I move my hips a little, and then my shoulders. I can see all their faces looking at me, expectantly, and I get a little rush... I'm hearing the music and I’m ready. I’ve always been a secret nudist. I’m just more comfortable naked. So I figured I’d get rid of my clothes as soon as I could and I’d be set. First I take off my top, just dancing and moving while I slide my shirt over my head, then a strut, then the bra. Then moving and shaking my hips across the floor to slide my jeans down my legs and over my heels. But that’s it. I feel sexiest in high, strappy heals and panties and luckily I always wear cute panties. And there I am, I’m naked on a stage, strange men are watching me, they’re following me with their eyes, with all their attention. And it’s empowering. I feel like I own those men and I feel good and I feel the thudding music and I bend over to grab my high heels and glance at my sparkly thong and the music’s loud and everything is perfect. Where's my boyfriend?! I realize a crowd has engulfed him. But then I see his bulging eyes and gaping mouth. Yes, time to earn my money and see if any of the little boys I came with knew what they were getting. I find someone ...
    on the rim of the stage and dance over to him- I move my hips and rub my thighs just like the other girls, and smile. He smiles back. I like the look of appreciation I'm getting, so I get on my hands and knees, closer. He doesn't move, just mouths the words "You're amazing", so I nibble his earlobe. I look back across the stage where I know the mystery man is... does he want special treatment? I look for him as my victim gets a close up of my ass. There he is, I widen my eyes and point his direction- but he shakes his head, laughing, waving me on, clearly amazed at what he started. Alright, big finale or swing on the pole until my second song ends? I'm a klutz so I look around the stage, and then I see a group of guys all dressed up.. the one in the middle seems like a birthday boy or groom, I can't hear their shouts. Ah yes, he hit on me at the bar. I do a squatty twisty move, thinking, trying not to kill myself in the heels. I put my hands on his shoulders, doing some lame dance moves, then go for it. On my back, feet on his shoulders, squirming, rubbing, and realize I'm laughing. Not knowing the rules of the club, I pull my thong down to my knees, pretend to finger myself, then sit up with my legs over the edge, forehead to forehead with this wide eyed guy. Who, an hour earlier got a dirty look for thinking I was a stripper. I didn't realize it was a complement.
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