Hardcore Striptease

Every Christmas, I have to do all the family bullshit, so I make up for it New Year, by going out clubbing - usually to a strip place. Usually, my mates and I go into the West End, but then one of them discovered this club, a bit off the beaten track, where a lot of the top strippers go to earn a few quid before and after their bread-and-butter stuff. Word was it got a bit more hardcore than the "respectable" places, too.

One girl, Tanya, did a striptease under this portable shower tacky as fuck but sexy as hell. Her white minidress went see-through and revealed her red and white polka-dot panties and naked tits. Not that a little sneak preview spoiled the show. Then she peeled her top off and asked for a volunteer to scrub her back. That was me, up like a shot. Two minutes into working up a lather, I realised I must look like a drowned rat in my shirt and chinos.

So I stripped down to my pants. I was lost in the moment, feeling her up as much as
possible as I worked the soapy sponge all over her body. She didn't mind - in fact she seemed to love it as I stood behind her, cupping a slippery tit as I washed her in between her thighs and frotted up against her arse.

Then - to even louder cheers - I knelt down and helped her out of her soaking wet knickers. Once she was naked and the song was over, she took a bow. And when I turned to face my audience I realised they were looking at the great big hard-on that was showing through my white underpants. "Fuck him, love! Shame to waste it!" some bloke yelled. I reckoned he had to have blown my chances and the crowd were whooping as we gathered up our dripping clothes and she led me off. Luckily, I was wrong. We ended up in a dressing room and Tanya helped me out of my pants. I had no secrets from her, not with my helmet glowing like some purple beacon through theSwet cotton! "Yeah, it would be a shame to waste that," she told me, and sat down on a long bench against one wall, wanking me. Back outside our "fans" had moved on to the next act. And who gave a shit if someone caught us with our pants down anyway? I was wondering how best to enjoy Tanya. Her tits were glorious and the thought of those long legs wrapped round my neck or back appealed too. But even better was her arse. I got her on all fours on the bench, so I could stand behind her. I teased her slit and crack a bit, then heard her moan as I pushed in.

As 1 started to fuck her faster and faster I could hear her boobs slapping up together, I wondered could I lean right forward and grab two handfuls, then I felt her cheeks bounce against my crotch and I just grabbed them instead. She started rubbing back against me, moving her arse in circles. Then her breathing got heavier and, next thing I knew, she was moaning her head off, her cunt going into spasm around my knob.
She kept on cumming, pleasure hitting again and again. Then when her orgasms finally died off, she just kept on massaging my cock with her pussy muscles until myjizz was spurting out inside her.

So much for 15 minutes' fame - no fucker noticed as we sneaked out and got a cab back to my place. We arrived with about 10 minutes to spare before New Year, but by the time Big Ben went off, I had my dick in her cunt. She finished me off with a mouthful of champagne, which fizzed up all over the place as I shot my salty load. And when I was hard again, I got to give her a longer, slower shagging. Fuck me, if I hadn't got my end away for all the rest of the year, I still couldn't have complained!