Free Story – Living Room Stripper

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Strips for her friends and then puts on a show to fuck her husband.

I have always been an exhibitionist, but it was a secret which I kept hidden. When I was in college, I would sometimes go out wearing nothing but coat and shoes, and the wild terror that my coat could suddenly be blown open would have me nearly dripping by the time I got back home.

My most exciting fantasies were to have sex in front of a group of people or to fuck on national TV, and to run naked through crowded streets and in and out of all the stores.

I would daydream of these things in class occasionally, and could hardly wait to get home to fondle myself. Fortunately (or unfortunately) I never had the courage to satisfy my yearnings. I did, however, become a dancer at a local club as soon as I was old enough, and the way those people would leer up at me as I twisted and writhed just set me on fire. I longed to take off my skimpy costume.

At last I broke down and confessed my secret to my husband Donnie. I told him everything, every terrible thing I have wanted to do. He was shocked, but not turned off. He agreed that I have a lovely face, long dark hair, and an equally lovely figure—and he did not mind my showing off  a bit. He asked, though, that I did not have sex with anyone else, which I fully understood. All I needed was an excuse to expose myself….

One Friday evening we had some close friends over for a small cocktail party. In about an hour everyone was feeling mellow from the alcohol, and I was glowing warmly, too.

“Have you ever seen Angie dance?” Donnie asked the group. “She was a dancer, you know. A good one, too, I’m told.” There was a small cheer and laughter. “Dance for us, Angie!” they coaxed me. I had not danced in a long time, but at last I went to the bedroom and got into a short skirt. They cheered again when I entered the living room. Donnie cheered the loudest and beamed proudly at me.

A rock album was put on the stereo, and I began my dance. The wolf whistles and cheers soon had me in “character,” my hips doing their bump and grind, my flesh shaking firmly. The combination of the alcohol and the admiring looks I was getting had a marvelous effect on me: I really let myself go.

“Doesn’t she have beautiful legs?” someone said. “Look at that little ass move!” another said.

I laughed, enjoying myself, continuing to move sensuously about the room. They liked me! And, I loved me! I caught Donnie’s eyes several times, and he was smiling as broadly as the rest of them, urging me on. The song ended and I stopped, waiting, panting slightly, my body already moist with perspiration, my eyes shining.

The next song began and I was into my next dance. “Take it off!” someone called. That began a chant, everyone joining in: “Take it off! Take it off! Take it off!”

A thrill streaked through me, and I laughed as I glanced at my husband. He was nodding in approval, also chanting at me. They wanted me to do a strip! I wanted to, too. But dare I? Dare I actually take off my costume for them? I reached for the snap and zipper at the side of my skirt. I stepped out of the skirt to a big cheer and twirled it above my head, then tossed it aside.

I was in my tiny panties and halter, and thrill after thrill ran through me. I glanced at my husband to see he was still nodding and grinning. With my cheeks flaming, I reached behind me and unhooked my top. More cheers rang as my perky titties and small pinkish nipples were exposed, bouncing merrily in time to the music. Now that I had started I grew braver with each passing second.

Now no force on earth could keep those tiny panties on me. I ran my hands up and down my thighs, over my belly, cupping my tits for them, teasing them, loving their stares, their pleas. For some time I teased, then took a deep breath, and a moment later my bikinis came away with a flourish. I reveled at the feminine gasps, the soft masculine groans.

I was nude! I was stark naked in front of those people! They could see everything I had! They feasted their eyes on my breasts, my dimpled wriggling ass, my cute little pussy which was swelling forward with its small triangle of curly dark fur. I became aware that my cunt was growing wetter and wetter­ and I was growing hotter and hotter. I felt utterly disgusting, and I loved it. I wanted to be disgusting!

All semblance of any “dance” was gone. It had become nothing more than a continuous squirming, twisting motion designed specifically to expose all my feminine secrets. I stepped my feet apart and leaned back, shoving out my furry pelvis to them. I bent grasping my ankles, and showed them my smiling bare ass, always moving my hips. I rolled on the floor, my legs open wide, showing everyone my wet little slit and rose-colored vulva.

I leaped gracefully to my feet, and twisted some more for them. I was starting to actually fondle my little pussy by then, loving the staring eyes.

Even the women were getting a kick out of my show, grinning, watching, pointing, eyes filled with envy that I had the courage to do this, and they did not. I danced to each one of my guests, rotating my naked hips close to him or her, inviting· them, daring them. I squirmed over to one woman and stood with my cunt writhing within inches of her eyes.

“Sniff it” I hissed, pushing my pussy closer to her face. Everyone laughed, but she never budged. She stared for a few moments longer, and then said, ‘‘Thanks, Angie, but I think I’ll pass this time.”

I danced away, my naked body glistening with perspiration. Hands began to reach out to me, but I sidestepped each one, continuing to tease them. They wanted me! They really wanted me! God, I was so hot I could have fucked every man there that night! Then, Donnie rose, still beaming happily, his hands held in front of him.

“Okay, that’s enough!” he shouted. “Get something on, Angie. People are starting to get out of control! Go, now!”

He was right, I could see. I was going to get myself gang-fucked if I went on. I danced my way from the room, the house ringing with laughter and applause. I got into a housecoat and returned to the living room, my heart pounding, my nipples erect, my tummy jumping about, my cheeks crimson. They knew that I was naked under that housecoat, and that was al­ most as delicious as still being totally nude.

Believe you me, I got a whole bunch more leering looks that night! They wanted me to do it again, but enough was enough. Let them suffer!

A dream had come true for me. I had exposed my secret-and I had loved it. I had loved the teasing, the wide-open flirting, had loved daring them to do something about my teasing. But, there was something more, too, something I had never really considered until that evening. It was the danger of it! It was the sudden realization that I could tease until my audience lost control! It was the danger that all those people could gang up and just fuck me stupid!

Finally, they were gone, and Donnie was closing the door be­ hind them. He turned to me, his eyes dancing. I stood there, beaming back at him.

“You’re a slut, Angie,” he murmured. “You liked that, didn’t you? You enjoyed showing your cunt to our friends. You’re a gorgeous and exciting slut!”

I nodded eagerly, my heart pounding once again.

“Now, how about dancing for me?” he asked softly, sitting down.

“No holds barred?” I whispered excitedly.

“Everything goes,” he nodded. Happily, I began the album over again. I slipped out of my house­ coat, letting it fall where it would. I began once more to do my bump and grind for him, my eyes never leaving his handsome face. His eyes glued to me, as though seeing me for the first time.

I moved close to him, sneering down at him, my hips rotating. He reached out toward my crotch, but just as he touched the furry place, I stepped back, deliberately teasing him. Again and again I moved close to my husband, only to permit him a light touch before stepping back again. He squeezed my tits very briefly. He grabbed my ass, but only for an instant. He grabbed my cunt, but only for a moment.

Again I lay on the floor, my legs open wide. When he reached I would roll away, laughing. I rose and bent, shoving my plump bot­tom at him, shaking it, feeling him touch before I leaped away. I rolled on the carpet, beaming, my fingers openly fondling my pussy for him, pulling the tender lips apart, sliding in a finger, then licking it with my tongue. He sat and watched me as I ran my hands all over my naked, shining body for him, again and again finger­ fucking my hot little vagina. I lay on my tummy, and then slowly lifted my hips until my bare behind was once more smiling openly at him. “You cock-teasing bitch!” he chuckled softly, knowing what I was doing, and loving it as much as I was.

I laughed heartily, turning onto my back, humping my ass up and down in a coital motion, my legs open wide for him. I was not dancing; I was flirting with my husband! I was daring him to take me! And, it was even more fun than with our friends!

Then, Donnie was on his feet, his fingers reaching for his shirt, his eyes still watching me. I continued to tease him, daring him to take me. His magnificent cock sprang upward, stiff and throbbing, skinned back and leaking. He came toward me, but I rose and left him sitting on the floor, his beautiful dick still erect.

In time with the music, I danced all around his seated form, coming closer and closer to him, shaking my ass inches from his heated eyes, turning and bending back to shove my cunt at him, rotating my hips, shaking my breasts in his face, nearly striking him with them. Again and again I shoved my ass so close that I could feel his warm breath. No longer was I sidestepping. No longer was I trying to elude him, and he knew it.

I stood before him, my feet wide apart, my snatch inches from his face as his hand slowly stroked his cock.

Then, I found myself fantasizing. The sounds of the stereo faded away from me, everything faded away. We were on a stage, Donnie and I, and there were hundreds of men and women in the vast audience watching us! Some of them had cameras with flashing bulbs so they could enjoy me again later! Hundreds of eyes staring at me, watching me tease my husband! I glanced out at my audience and could see men here and there with their peters out, hands pumping, eyes on me.

I brushed my dark pussy fur against Donnie’s face. I brushed it against, all the while vividly imagining all those hot stares on me, running over.my naked body, hearing them screaming at me to “wash his face with it,” meaning my pussy, of course. My hips were moving in tight, little circles, my cunt nearly touching his face, and he was waiting eagerly, his eyes staring, too. Then, I pressed forward, hiding his features between my thighs, and a cheer rose up from my audience.

I grasped his head with both hands, and began to writhe my ass in a savage manner, grinding my sweet  little pussy against his mouth, smiling down at him, ignoring my audience, but always aware of it.

I chuckled happily. There was not a soft cock or a dry pussy in the huge auditorium! Even the TV cameramen were beginning to stroke their pricks, the other hand trying to work the cameras for the millions of other people watching me around the world!

I sank forward to my knees pushing him back with my sloppy cunt, sitting on his face, my ass continuing to rotate and squirm. I felt his delightful tongue doing its naughty work in my overheated crotch, wriggling in and out of my vagina, slithering here and there over the outside of me, sucking and fluttering at the tiny nub of my clitoris.

I felt the goose bumps crawling over me, my smile fading as I panted and stared down at his closed eyes. My audience could see that it was getting to me, and they screamed the louder in encouragement, pleading with me to climax for them.

Suddenly it was upon me, my body going rigid, my head going back, my mouth open in a silent scream of rapture as my orgasm exploded within me, the muscles straining and quivering over my body. I dimly heard the thunderous roar of my audience as they witnessed my orgasm. They were watching me climax in my husband’s face! Millions of people around the world were seeing my beautiful agony!

I fell daintily over to the carpet on my back, my legs open in invitation to my husband. “Fuck me!” I panted. “No, let’s turn this way so they can see it going in and out!” Quickly Donnie crawled be­tween my legs, and I instantly lifted them high to give my millions of fans a clear view of what they wanted to see. I felt him splitting my tender cuntlips, felt him come sliding into me, coming in deeply, forcing my vagina to swallow the entire big length of it. He began to fuck me in a desperate way, and my dimpled ass was matching him stroke for stroke.

I could almost feel their hot eyes on my squirming ass. They were watching him fuck me! They could even see my puckered little asshole! They were watching my pussy as it gulped again and again.

I noticed a microphone near my face. “They’re watching us, Donnie!” I gasped into his ear, my head rocking back and forth from his frantic pumping. “They’re watching it go in and out!”

“Fuck me, baby!” I cried, talking as much for the audience as for my husband. “Oh give it to me! Make me come again! Harder, Donnie! Faster!” I was pounding just as happily as he was, my fingers clawing at his bulging arms. “Are you watching, you motherfuckers? Can you see everything? Are you watching that dick going in and out of me?”

A second time I erupted in a twisting orgasm, my ass writhing under his onslaught. And my millions of fans watched me again, the live audience cheering happily again as I performed for them. Then I felt my husband shudder on top of me and felt his pulsing cock jerking inside of me.

At last it was over. I slipped from beneath him and hurried to the bathroom, my audience giving me a standing ovation, beaming, hands clapping for my performance. When I got back to the living room Donnie was sitting on the sofa, looking quite drained.

“God, you were a wild woman,” he whispered. “I’ve never anything like this before. That was the best fuck you’ve ever given me.”

I smiled, also tired.

“You were pretending, weren’t you?” he whispered.

I hesitated briefly, my cheeks warm. “Yes,” I whispered back. “I was pretending we were performing before a live audience and TV.  Oh Donnie, they watched me and they could see everything!” I giggled softly. “Donnie, it was so fucking exciting for me!”

He chuckled softly. “Well, if it makes you act like that to be ‘watched’ by your ‘fans,’ then you go right ahead and pretend all you want. I’ve never seen you enjoy getting fucked so much, baby.”

I have danced and stripped for our friends again and although they get a kick out of watching me, they do not enjoy it as much as I do. They couldn’t!  And after they leave, Donnie and I have our private fun together. Once again, my millions of fans around the world will watch him eat my little cunt, and then stare as his lovely cock goes in and out of me until I cum for them. Donnie loves it too, because I really let myself go then.

Sure, it’s only make believe. But it’s real for me!