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Live ActsI regularly travel to a European city on business trips. I always stay at the same hotel, just a couple of streets away from the city’s red light district. In the sex shop and brothel lined streets there’s one destination I head for – that famous, or perhaps more correctly infamous, club. “STRIPTEASE! LIVE ACTS! GIRLS!” Reads the flickering neon sign above the doorway. The entrance corridor is lined with pictures of nude or all but nude women in raunchy poses. At its end a microskirted girl behind a desk treats you a panty peep as she takes your money. The inside is dimly lit with black d****d walls. There’s a bar with leggy big boobed barmaids serving drinks, in silvery bikinis so brief they’re scarcely worth the trouble of wearing. As your eyes get used to the gloom you see men around you like yourself, business travellers far from home and their wives. And of course there’s the stage!I bought a drink, ogled the barmaids, and settled on a bar stool as close to the stage as I could get to enjoy the show. I didn’t have to wait long. The stage curtains opened, the music started, spotlights blazed and the show began. A blonde woman strolled onto the stage. She was in a blouse, a dark pin striped business skirt tight over her bum and tan nylons just like the woman I’d spent most of a meeting that morning ogling, mentally undressing and fucking. With a black leather executive chair as a prop she performed an exquisitely slow “sexy executive” striptease. She ended her act sprawled in her chair with her spread legs hooked over the chair arms and with her breasts bouncing with the rhythm of her hand as she showed us how she masturbated. The glossy programme the girl at the desk had given me told us she was “Bella, 28, 37-25-36.” An almost full page picture showed her squatting wide legged on an office desk nude but for black high heels. The caption under her picture read “Busy Bella’s always ready to work overtime for a boss who treats me well.” There was also a phone number. That was a good start to my evening. I watched a couple more strips, then the act I’d hoped for started!As before, the curtains opened, the music started, spotlights blazed. On the stage was a simple metal framed bed. Attached to one end was a chart, like in a hospital. Projected on the back of the stage was a scene of a hospital ward. A moment later onto the stage strolled a girl in a blue nurse’s uniform. She looked mid twenties, pretty with a little white nurse’s cap perched on her neat dark hair tied back in a pony tail. But her uniform was unlike any nurse uniform I’ve ever seen. It clung to her body emphasising the outline of her hourglass curves. It buttoned up the front to a cleavage that only just held her big breasts in place. It ended high up her sheer black nylon clad thighs, just at the tops of her stockings, and she was in black high heels. As she strolled round the stage, circling the bed and swinging her backside and boobs, I flicked through the programme. There was the nurse. Her picture showed her nude, doing the splits on a circular rug, leaning back on her hands so her big breasts swung up and out. Her long tanned legs were spread so wide her vagina was pulled wide open and the neat almost black pubic hair lining her labia was touching the rug. “Krysta, 26, 37-24-37” read the caption under her picture, followed by “Had a hard day? Let Krysta’s gentle hands and lips relieve those stiff muscles” and a phone number.The nurse squatted down at the end of the bed as if to read the chart. Her knees were together at first, then she slowly swung her legs as wide as she could get them. She showed us stocking tops, bare thigh above crossed by suspender straps, and above that karşıyaka escort see through black lace panties showing the shadow of that dark cunt hair. As we savoured the view, the nurse smiled sweetly at us, reached between her legs, fingered the bulge of her mound through the black lace, and briefly pulled her panties aside to show us her cunt. Her black fur lined vagina was gaping as wide open as in the picture.She rose, circled the bed, then bent over it with her back towards her audience. Her uniform skirt pulled up high to treat us to another view of stocking tops, bare thighs, suspenders, and her black thong strap nestling in the valley between well rounded bum cheeks gleaming under the spotlights. My eyes, and I guess the eyes of all her audience, hypnotically followed her buttocks and those delicious bare thighs as her bottom swayed to the sensuous beat of the music. Then, still bending, she spread her legs wide and slid her hand down between her legs. I saw her fingertips stroking the inside tops of her bare thighs above her stockings and the black lace between her arse and cunt. This girl was hot!As she was bending over a man strolled onto the stage from behind her. He was in a white coat and had a stethoscope round his neck – a doctor. She remained bent over the bed as if she didn’t notice him as he neared her, then there was a ripple of lewd laughter from the audience as he lifted her uniform and applied his stethoscope to her bottom. This was one of the double acts this club was famous for, the live act I’d come to see!I flicked through the programme. The doctor was there near the end: “Michael 27, 8 inches”, with his designer stubble and bronzed six pack, standing just in white speedo style swim trunks. His erect shaft and balls were perfectly outlined through the thin tight cloth, and the deep pink head of his penis was peeping over the top. “Hi girls and boys, come and play hard with me!” read his caption, followed as before by a phone number.Krysta rose and turned to face the doctor. He lifted the front of her uniform, treating us to a full view of her panties, suspenders and stocking tops. Then he slipped his hand down inside her panties and cupped his hand over her cunt. Her mouth opened with the shock of sexual pleasure and she spread her legs for his exploring hand. While he played with her pussy she began to undress him. Underneath his white coat he was topless, showing off that bronzed six pack. She pulled down his loose trousers to reveal red and black striped briefs as skimpy as those speedo trunks pushed out in a huge cone by his erect penis. She squatted wide legged in front of him, showing us her panties, to pull his briefs down. Released from constraint his erect penis sprang out, bending stiffly up from smooth shaven hairless balls. He hadn’t been k**ding about that eight inches! Still squatting, she kissed and licked the head of his penis, then took his penis head into her mouth and slid her lips smoothly up and down along his hard up shaft. Michael juddered, his head jerked back open mouthed, and he thrust his hips as if he was trying to shove his penis as far down her throat as he could. I all but felt Krysta’s tight wet lips on my own straining shaft!Then Michael undressed her tantalisingly slowly. He removed her uniform first, playing with every button, starting from the top. Glimpses of her black bra came into view as her uniform slowly opened. He tossed her uniform aside. Her black lace bra seemed barely big enough to sling her breasts. He moved behind her to unclip her bra, prodding her thighs and bum cheeks with his cock head, and fondling her bottom. Her breasts were huge, round and escort karşıyaka firm, and they swung sensuously as she swayed to the music. Krysta played with Michael’s cock and balls as he gave her breasts the long luxurious caresses and kisses that breasts as good as hers deserve.Her panties had little clips at the hips so she, or he, could remove them with her legs wide. Michael teased us by playing with each clip, pretending he was fumbling. I could all but feel the willpower of the men around me silently pleading “show us her cunt!” Finally her panties fell and there was her black furred cunt in all its erotic splendour. This time Krysta stood wide legged while Michael squatted and got his face right under her between her legs to kiss her thighs, her bum cheeks, her pussy and to ruffle her pubic hair with his tongue.Her suspender belt was quickly off. Then Krysta lay back on the bed, spread her legs wide and folded them up up. Exquisitely slowly, as Michael watched and fingered his hard hungry penis, she peeled the seamed black stockings off her long tanned legs. Another ripple of laughter came when Krysta tossed her stockings to Michael and he caught one on his hard up cock but missed the other!Then she treated Michael, and her audience to penis straining nude poses every bit as raunchy as any hardcore magazine, made even more erotic by her smooth sensuous movements that set her breasts swinging. She spread her legs, thrust and swung her big breasts and her smooth round buttocks. I and the men around me watched the erotic display, but Michael’s hands enjoyed her naked body too! Just seeing a girl in nude poses like that would have driven most men wild, but Michael’s hungry hands explored her too! My penis strained as I all but felt her long smooth legs, her soft round breasts and bottom against my own hand, and felt my own hand slide between her spread legs and run through her dark bush. Michael joined her on the bed. They showed us the sex positions they enjoyed, and that every man in her lusting audience wanted to have her in. She lay back with her big breasts flopped sideways, her legs spread and folded up so her knees were near her shoulders. Michael kissed her up her body from her cunt to her breasts as he slowly mounted her, until his penis head was prodding her vagina lips ready to slide in. He lay back and she knelt astride him ready to ride his rod from on top. She tickled his balls and shaft with her pubic hair and kissed his penis head with her vagina lips while he played with her breasts swinging above him. She got on all fours for doggy with her breasts swinging so her nipples brushed the bedclothes and her legs wide. Michael knelt behind her, caressed the backs and insides of her spread thighs, and it was her turn to judder as he fingered her excited pussy between her legs. Then he moved to kneel behind her to prod her bum crack with his knob. Michael lay on his back, she mounted him for 69 with her thighs astride his face and her swinging breasts brushing his belly. Then she licked and sucked his penis head while he reached up, grabbed her buttocks and pulled her pussy against his face. All that and much more!The finale came. Krysta formed her thumb and forefinger into a ring and bobbed it up and down the exact angle and length of an erect penis in that movement every boy knows so well. Michael knelt wide legged on the bed with his penis sticking out stiffly bending up in front of him. Krysta knelt snuggled next to him, her breasts against his arm, her bush against his thigh. She reached under him from behind to tickle his buttocks and bum crack, then his arse, then his balls and shaft from underneath. His karşıyaka escort bayan face twisted as if in agony! She played with his balls, then her fingers slid up to wrap round his smooth hairless shaft. She began to tug and stroke, smoothly, rhythmically, full length, sliding over his big round mushroom head. As she pleasured his penis her spare hand fondled his buttocks and bum crack, and his hands roamed over her naked body. He took less time to come than I had when I masturbated in my hotel room the night before. But I had no doubt that that those who called her phone number would find Krysta knew full well how to take a man to the brink and how to make him wait! He thrust his hips forward, gave a grunt I could hear over the music, then his muscular body juddered and his jet of semen arching across the bed glistened under the spotlights.They climbed off the bed. They stood side by side, a strand of semen dangling from Michael’s still half erect cock, and bowed. We applauded. Then, hand in hand with Michael’s penis swinging and Krysta’s buttocks jiggling with their strides, they strolled off the stage hand in hand, and the curtain closed behind them.There was only one thing I could do after that. With Krysta’s naked body and Michael’s spurting semen fresh in my mind I went down the short corridor to the toilet and locked myself in a cubicle. Above waist level the cubicle walls were plastered with pictures of naked women, and a few naked men. I propped my programme on the tank, open at Krysta sprawled on her rug. I dropped my trousers and briefs, and stood spread legged with my feet braced against the walls. I ogled Krysta’s breasts and her so inviting fur lined love slit as I fingered my penis to the height of arousal. Then with my cock up hard over the memory of Krysta fresh in my mind I masturbated. I saw myself in the wall mirror, shirt open, trousers down, penis thrust forward, my hand pumping my shaft methodically. In my mind I was on that bed with Krysta, her naked body pressed against mine, my hands exploring her legs, breasts, bottom and cunt. Then my tugging, stroking hand was Krysta’s tight warm vagina as she rode me on top with her superb breasts swinging above me. Unlike Michael, I edged, took myself to the brink and held back as I savoured Krysta, Bella, Julia, Emily, Anya and all the others.“Krysta” I grunted as I made a new contribution to the semen stains on the walls, in my mind filling Krysta’s tight young vagina with my semen.When I returned to the bar, Naughty schoolgirl Emily (23. 36-23-35. “I’m such a naughty girl, but I’m always ready for you to teach me new things!”) was on the stage. She was showing us her white schoolgirl knickers under a grey pleated wraparound school uniform miniskirt miles shorter up her white knee socks clad legs than any school regulations would ever allow. Her thin white school blouse looked well filled enough to burst. On the stage with her was an old style school desk and a blackboard with a huge picture of a man’s erect penis drawn in chalk on it. I watched a few more strip acts, then made my way back to my hotel past the sex shops, porn cinemas and miniskirted skimpy topped girls calling me from doorways. In my room I tossed the club programme and the hardcore porn magazine I’d bought onto the bed. I switched on the TV and scrolled to the free porn channel. I stripped naked and fingered my penis up hard for masturbation. Then I had a thought. I had no early meetings tomorrow. I flicked through the programme to the picture of schoolgirl Emily bent naked over her school desk with her legs spread and her smooth shaven pussy peeping between her bum cheeks. She was looking over her shoulder at me with a look in her eyes that begged teacher to run his hand between her spread legs – or to call her number. I remembered that bobbing movement of Krysta’s hand, the exact angle and length of my erect penis. I picked up my phone. Then I thought better of it. Perhaps next time. But that’s another story.

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