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I looked at him; how would he know that? There were still two more weeks to go. He got up from his desk and came around to where I was standing. He stood close to me. I could smell the heady scent of his after shave; Aramis, I thought to myself.
"You are a very attractive woman and a great dancer. You have a great body and you could go a long way in this business with the right contacts."
I thanked him, still wondering why he had sent for me. Then I jumped slightly as I felt his hand on my thigh. It slid gently over the firm swell of my bottom; I didn't dare move. I know I should have objected, but I was still feeling horny, and I had only this thin T shirt covering my nakedness.
Then his fingers were moving over my pussy. I felt the lips being eased apart and a finger slipping inside; I groaned slightly. "My, you are rather wet," he said in a low voice. "I would like you to come back here after the presentation." I nodded slowly. He withdrew his probing finger. "Go now and collect your prize." He walked around his desk and sat down. I didn't say anything, just turned and left the room.
Back in the dressing room, the compère was getting the girls organized. "Come up as I call you and stand in line," he told them. "Then step forward when I call your name and number." One at a time we walked out onto the stage amid cheers and whistles. Then as the names were called, each one of us stepped forward. Numbers two and three flashed their bodies, pulling up their T shirts, and when I was called, I could hear the applause was louder than ever. It went even higher when I pulled the T shirt up over my head and tossed it into the crowd, and again there was a brief fight for it. I moved back into line now naked apart from my stockings and shoes.
A couple of the remaining five stripped for the crowd, but I was crowned the winner. I stepped forward to receive my sash from the compère. His hand gently brushed across my hard nipples as he adjusted it into place. I smiled at him. After the second and third places had been announced, we had to pose for pictures, and at last we were allowed to leave.
Back in the dressing room I wondered what Grant was expecting of me. Should I just go in wearing my sash? Well, why not? I guess that was what he wanted.
I made my way to his office and tapped on the door before going in. He smiled when he saw I was naked. "You made a wonderful winner," he said. "Congratulations."
He looked me up and down slowly. "Now I am going to get my prize." I did not say a thing. He came around, gripped my arms, and turned me around so my back was to the desk. Then he eased me backwards until I felt the desk against my legs. I guessed what he wanted and eased myself up onto it, spreading my legs as I did so. I knew this was wrong, but I was horny and hot. Three months of deprivation welled up inside me. I needed to feel a man inside me again. I needed to feel like a woman.
He unzipped his pants and eased out an interesting weapon, already erect, its large purple head already glistening. He held it with his hand and rubbed it over my slightly open pussy. My juices covered it. What a wonderful feeling as it slowly slid inside me. Oh, how I needed to feel that.
He gripped my breasts as he began fucking me, caressing them roughly and pulling on my nipples. I cried out, but still pressed my body urgently up against him. Soon I was pleading with him to fuck me harder. He willingly obliged, and moments later I came with a cry. I felt his cock swell and felt the sensation of his juices flooding into me. I felt the warm wetness as the escaping juices ran down my thighs. I clung to him, kissing and thanking him.
Afterwards he told me to call him after lunch the following day. "I might have something that will interest you." I made my way back to the dressing room. Everyone else had gone. I cleaned myself up as best I could and dressed. Outside in the club, a few stragglers were left, including Rachel and Ralph. They congratulated me on my winning. I saw Ralph looking at me. I guessed he was still imagining me naked. I smiled at him.
As we drove home, Rachel inquired if I were going to tell Tom as I would now have to explain the winnings. I smiled. "Might leave it till the morning," I said. She smiled and wished me the best of luck as I got out of the car.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 2 years agoMy wife found this, and we both enjoyed it tremendously. This had an unusual twist because it was the wife’s best friend Rachael, and Rachal’s husband, that were complicit in her becoming a stripper.
They both accompanied her to the strip club for reconnaissance and then, later, for the actual contest.
‘Wife’s Loss of Innocence’ and ‘Wife Corrupted’ stories are my wife’s favorite topic. She loves seeing a faithful wife ‘giving it up’ for money or some other tangible benefit, i.e., like helping a husband get a promotion at his work. When money is spread around, wives’ legs tend to spread their legs. My wife has willingly done so innumerable times. My wife says, “The only good wife is a corrupted wife!”
Once the wife in your story, had enjoyed the adrenaline rush of doing the sexy strip tease, and winning the contest, she was ripe for picking. You did so many things right in your story. Here are just a few highlights that we really appreciated:
*First, before the wife was even awarded the prize you wrote, "Mr. [Grant] Power wants to see you in his office; It's down the corridor, first door on the left." There he stroked her thigh, grabbed her bare ass, and found out she was wet - when he stuck his finger in her pussy! To this day, my wife still fondly remembers the first time she got fingered by her boss, working at a strip club.
*Second, we enjoyed seeing the master of ceremonies take libertites with her. You wrote, “I stepped forward to receive my sash from the compère. His hand gently brushed across my hard nipples as he adjusted it into place. I smiled at him.”
My wife giggled, “She’s a natural slut in-training. She smiles at the guy who is groping her!”
Both Mr. Power and the compère were desensitizing the young wife and getting her accustomed to being fondled in the club. Right after we were married, my wife began working in a strip club. Part of her training was that the male employees were encouraged to grope and finger her whenever she walked by.
*Third, we were excited that the wife took the owner-manager’s huge cock, on her first night at work. She even orgasmed on it! He told her to call him the next day, “"I might have something that will interest you."
That wife’s earning will sky-rocket, because he’ll steer his favorite clients to her for both stripping and fucking. My wife fucked the strip club manager in her first week of work. She says, “To get the boss’s cock is an honor for a stripper. We all want to be his favorite girl.” This is like a career advancement for a stripper.
*Fourth, the wife in your story decided to wait to tell her husband. I’m sure once she has had a chance to phone her new boss, she may have some real news to share with her husband!
Right after our marriage, my wife and I were trying to get money together for a house down payment. Housing were going up and we needed to act quickly. Her ‘naughty’ sister secretly told her to either strip or fuck; that was the only quick way to get the money together.
They went to a strip club, and my wife ‘auditioned’ with the owner, in his private office. Afterwards, my wife and her sister came back to our apartment. My sister-in-law took my hand and stuck it in my wife’s panties. My eyes became as big a saucers. My wife said, “Honey, let’s skip the ‘starter home’ and buy upscale right away. Money is not going to be a problem.”
I ripped off her panties, grabbed a handful of cum and held it to my nose. The smell was intoxicating. I bent her over the couch and fucked her right in front of her sister. When I pulled out, my sister-in-law applauded, and my wife hugged me. She said, “I so glad you will let me contribute to buying our house. Now, I can go it with a clear conscious!”
We loved your story, thanks!
KevinandNinaabout 8 years agoI liked the story.
I thought the writing was good and the story itself was erotic.
When reading reviews by people who condemn characters who step outside the lines of fidelity or monogamy, I wonder what stories would be left on a site such as this if everyone remained faithful.
It's fantasy! Even the stories based on actual events are "enhanced".
Keep on writing!
Now, I'm going to go read the next installment.
SuddenThunderalmost 9 years agorealistically, the marriage died that night. now it's a relationship of convenience. the deception put paid to any love that she professed to have for her husband. The writing was pretty good. the character quasi-believable if one assumes that she was ready to fuck around on her husband before it all started. she is no heroine in this and the storyline is cliche and hackneyed. Sad
PointWalkerPixalmost 9 years ago....you have an intimate understanding of the intoxication of exhibitionism!
Orcaman47about 14 years agoWhat a great story. Very hot. Now I've got to read the next one. Keep up the good work.
