I'm a Professional Male Stripper

"It's enough for a demonstration." I stood up and held out my hand for her to get up. When she picked up her glass, I suggested, "Don't bring the wine. You'll want your hands free."

She gulped down the last swallow of her drink before setting it down. When she spun around to face me, her eyes zeroed in on the bulge in my robe; a wide grin spoke of her expectation to see what I had under the robe. At the same instant, my eyes were drawn to her white thong between her lax legs; I smiled, expecting to see her pussy without the thong in short order.

When she attempted to slide off her chair stool, her skirt stuck to the seat and her hips slid forward until her entire thong-covered mound showed below her skirt hem. She was so tipsy, when her feet finally hit the ground, her body toppled forward into my arms.

"Oops, I'm sorry. I guess I had a tittle loo much wine," she slurred then giggled girlishly.

I held her gently to support her until she regained her balance but she didn't pull away, leaning her body intimately against mine. Her soft breasts pressed against my chest; her hips snuggled against my loins. The delicate bouquet of her perfume caressed my nose as we silently looked in each other's eyes. She was ripe for fucking already but I wanted to enjoy showing off first.

Guiding her to my dining room, I pulled a chair into an open area and invited her to sit down. I docked my cell phone into an amplifier and called up an acoustic dance beat. I gave her final instructions to observe but resist grabbing me, allowing me to control the action.

I started by strutting back and forth, stopping to bump and grind. Facing her, I pulled one robe flap over to the other hip then flipped my cock into the silk with hip jerks. Reversing sides gave her a fleeting glance of flesh before more cock flips.

With dancing spins and hops, I swung around to her side, her shoulder pressed against my waist, and my silk-covered cock lying on her sleeveless arm. Grinding my hips pushed her shoulder between the flaps; she tilted her arm until it followed. I held my robe flap against her chest, hiding my cock that was rubbing on her arm.

With four buttons open, I could see down to her navel and most of her opposite breast except the nipple hiding behind the button hem. "Open your blouse all the way," I commanded.

Her hands obediently unbuttoned the last button then pulled her blouse behind her back. She proudly held her chest out, displaying her ample mounds. Freckles that were abundant across her shoulders were absent on the creamy contours of her breasts. Small, pale areolae painted faint circles inside triangular tan lines; pink nipples the size of fingertips bobbed atop boobs heaving with her panting breaths and swaying from my cock pushing her shoulder.

"Is it cold in here?" I teased as I plucked and pinched each stiff nipple.

She shook her head as her hands came up to cover mine, holding them against her soft flesh; squeezing gently, she pushed my hands around. I felt her stiff nipples drawing circles in my palms.

When she dropped her arms to her sides, her forearm came to rest against my shin. Maintaining contact with my leg, she bent her arm at the elbow, raising her forearm up behind my cock. Pulling her arm inward, she squeezed my cock between her upper arm and breast. I dry humped her tittie offering for a few strokes. When I pulled away, she released me willingly. Moving to the other side, I repeated the undercover assault.

She gave up trying to see my cock behind my robe, eventually closing her eyes to concentrate on feeling me with her skin. I could feel the stiffness of her nipple poking my cock as her arm held me against it. Excitement was filling my organ with blood. When I pulled away again, my cock stiffly rose outward, making it difficult to cover with my robe. Her eyes opened slowly; then popped wide when she saw the tent in my robe before I stepped behind her.

"Keep your eyes closed," I suggested. When I plopped my heavy cock on her bare shoulder, her head turned to look. "No, keep your head straight ahead. Don't look, just feel."

I slid my cock across her shoulder and up her neck to her ear. "My cock is stalking you. Can you hear it? It's saying, 'I'm gonna get you.'" She audibly inhaled.

Pushing my erection down onto her chest, I bumped the head over her nipples. Using my hands to guide my cock, I rubbed it all over her face, neck, and shoulders. I decided she was ready for a lap dance. I walked around and stood in a wide stance in front of her with my back to her.

"Open your eyes."

I untied the sash of my robe, letting it fall open. She couldn't see my erection sticking out. "Turn around," she begged. "Let me see it."

I ignored her plea. Pulling the sides of my robe up until my bare ass was exposed, I swiveled my hips, bumping and shaking my booty to the music beat.

"You have a great looking ass for a man. Come closer. Shake, shake, shake it for me."

I bent forward, sticking my ass out closer to her, twerking vigorously.

"Closer than that. I can't reach you."

I continued to give her an unobstructed view of my gyrating ass but stayed beyond her out-stretched arms.

"Oh, you fucking tease! If I ever get my hands on you..."

She didn't finish her threat when she saw me shuffling backwards toward her. Just as her hands grabbed my hips, I grabbed her hands in mine; together we held my robe above my ass. She leaned her head to one side, trying to look around me at my cock.

"Don't look. Sit straight and close your eyes. I want you to see with your hands."

I lowered myself into her lap, my naked cheeks sitting on her bare thighs. Pulling our hands off my hips, my robe fell open. I put her hands on my stomach and released them. As I wiggled and rocked, her hands slid down until they reached the base of my cock. Instead of touching my shaft, her fingertips pressed my skin around it. She observed, "You don't have any pubic hair. It's so smooth done there."

"I have the hair removed by waxing. Ladies prefer a stripper to be hairless."

Her hands took hold of my stiff cock, measuring its length, its girth. "My god, it's huge! It takes both my hands to reach around it. It's longer than two hands, too." One of her hands slid to the end, her fingers squeezing the glans and probing the flared ridge. "You're circumcised, I see."

Her hands began to stroke my cock firmly and occasionally fondle my nuts. Her touch was sensual, her fingers caressing the sensitive underside. It wouldn't take long for her to get me off.

"Your hands are wonderful, Danielle. You're making my cock so hard, it's getting ready to explode. Keep it up and you'll make me cum all over myself."

She stopped stroking me. "No, I want to see you naked. I didn't pay just to jerk you off."

I pulled her hands off me and stood up. Stepping forward out of her reach, I pulled my robe closed and tied the sash. I asked, "Did you like my little demonstration? Now do you believe me that I'm a stripper?"

When she realized that I was done, she complained emphatically. "What are you doing? I still want to see it. You said there was no time limit if I paid party rates."

"You paid a partial fee for a lap dance package. I did that. I can dance longer and let you play with me until I come but you said you didn't want that."

"Damn it, Brett! Are you going to tease me and then hold me hostage for more money? I gave you all the cash I have," she whined.

"I'm sorry, Danielle. I'm not trying to hustle you. This is about whether my party performance is worth six hundred dollars. To perform without pay would jeopardize my reputation as a professional. Now if for you, this is just about seeing my cock and having sex, I'd love to take you upstairs where you can have all you want."

She gazed at the profile of my cock outlined in the silk. After a sigh lifted her shoulders, she spoke. "I can't believe this. I just met you today and here I am trying to figure out how to pay you big bucks for a personal sex performance. What makes it crazier is I haven't had sex in over four years, making your other offer the more logical option."

"Danielle, I'm going to compromise this one time as a way to welcome you to the neighborhood. What if I accepted a check from you? I mean, you're not a stranger. I know where you live."

Her eyes brightened. "You would do that for me?" Suddenly, her face drooped. "Crap. I don't have enough money anyway. With moving and all ..."

"You can even post-date the check. The truth is, your eagerness to watch me makes me want to show you my best. It's like I need to perform for a woman like you."

She jumped up to get her pocketbook. I took the opportunity to get a can of whipped cream from the refrigerator. Opening her check-pad on the dining room table, she began to write. "What's your last name, Brett?"

"Saberman."

Her head swiveled to look at my sheathed weapon. "Is that your stage name? Saber Man?"

"No, it's not."

"It would be perfect, don't you think?" she quipped as she wrote it. Having written only my name, she returned to her seat to resume the performance.

"You didn't fill in an amount," I advised.

"No, I don't know what performance package I might end up getting. It's a blank check right now." She mimed air-quotes when mentioning the package. Was she mocking me or was she on to my game.

I stood close in front of her. "Well, you call the shots now. I'll do everything until you say stop."

"Then the first shot I'm calling is for you to lose this robe." When she reached out to untie the sash, I let her. Grabbing and throwing back the flaps, she gasped. After staring for several seconds, she lamented, "What have I got myself into here?"

I sloughed off the robe and began to dance again, rubbing my cock in the same places as before plus many new ones on her chest and legs. She intently watched my sex organ do a fertility dance on her upper body. When I got hard again, I straddled her chair, putting my cock close to her face. She licked her lips but didn't move, waiting for me to perform.

"Is this what you wanted to see, Danielle? Are you getting a good look at it?"

"It's so big and perfectly straight. Such a nicely shaped head. Your cock looks so beautiful. I can't help wonder what thrills await me."

"Would you like to taste my cock?"

She nodded and licked her lips again. Using the whipped cream held in my hand, I squirted a white turban around the tip of my cock. As I lifted my cockhead to her face, I wondered what her approach would be. I didn't expect her to be timid, even with my size, but I worried her limited sexual background taught her little about sucking a cock.

Her mouth opened as her head leaned slowly forward. Her tongue cradled my cockhead as her lips closed gently just behind its ridge. I felt her tongue wipe the cream away then a slight suction as she swallowed. Her tongue caressed me twice more and then her head pulled off, her lips closing slowly as they followed the slope to my cock's tip.

Her first oral act convinced me that her sensuous methods were like few others. I knew I would enjoy every moment leading up to filling her mouth with my cum. I generously squirted more whipped cream over several inches of my cock and offered it to her mouth.

This time, she curled both hands around my cock to hold me while her mouth covered half my length. Her motions were more energetic the second time, but still sensuous. Her tongue concentrated on the sweet spot where the ridge disappears under the glans. Her warm, wet mouth felt glorious as her lips rode up and down on my shaft.

Pulling my cock out of her mouth, her lips and tongue massaged their way down the underside ridge of my cock. One hand had taken hold of the tip of my cock, her thumb squeezing it against her crooked index finger. Her mouth reached the base of my cock. Her tongue began bathing my sensitive skin with loving attention. She sucked each testicle in turn into her mouth for delightful fondling by her tongue. Her second hand reached behind my balls where a fingernail could scratch and tease toward my anus.

It was my turn to close my eyes and enjoy the sensations of her oral contact. I had misjudged her talents based on assuming she had few partners. She was proving to be a cocksucking artist worthy of performing for an audience.

After a few minutes, she kissed her way up my cock to the glans. The wetness she had left on my head felt cool, contrasting sharply with the returning warm inside her mouth. Her supple tongue massaged my cock sending pleasure waves up the shaft to my gut. Her hands resumed twisting and squeezing as they stroked me.

She was giving me a two-fisted handjob and a sensuous blowjob at the same time. The combination continued stimulating me more than I could control. The tingling sensation in my gut signaled the rise of my body's natural reactions. Her slow, wonderful sucking was bringing on my orgasm fast. I figured I should warn her.

"Ooh, Danielle, your mouth is absolutely wonderful. I love the way you're sucking my cock. You are among the best I've known. I going to explode in a minute if you keep doing that."

My enthusiastic praise spurred her on to greater efforts. One hand twiddled my balls while the other tightly stroked my shaft. Her tongue wiggled on my sweet spot like a vibrator. My cock swelled to maximum size, threatening to burst at the seams. I felt compelled to rise on my toes, trying to slide more of my cock into her heavenly mouth.

She was mewing and making slurping sounds. My breath was moaning from my lungs. Despite trying desperately to hold back longer, I lost control. Growling like a bear, my hips jutted forward and my cock blasted jizz into her eager mouth.

She obviously didn't expect the quantity that shot from my cock. With a little noise of surprise, she gagged and coughed, blowing most of the first spurt out around my cock; but she refused to give up. I watched the milky drool run down her chin as my cock slid through her stretched lips and pumped out another stream. She emitted a joyful humming sound before audibly gulping as she swallowed. She didn't lose another drop as I spurted four more times.

My body relaxed after the tense spasms of my orgasm ended. I caught my breath while watching her as she lovingly clean my cock and her face. When she finished, she held up my still stiff cock to admire its glistening bulk.

"You have a beautiful cock, Brett. I had to prove to myself that I could make a professional stripper give it up to me. I can't believe how much cum you produced but I wish you saved some of that for the rest of your performance."

She was indicating she wanted to fuck too, but presumed I had shot my whole wad. She didn't know I have a short recovery time and often can maintain an erection without interruption. I was going to surprise her again.

"You're still calling the shots, Danielle. I'm a trained professional. If you want the final performance package, I'm ready to thrill you beyond your wildest dreams."

Her eyes, wide with surprise, blinked twice before looking down at my cock. "Yes, I've gone this far. I want to see the whole show." She looked up with pleading eyes and spoke a husky voice. "Give me all you've got, Saber Man."

I took her hand and pulled her up from the chair. Leading her back to the bar, I pulled a chair stool out into an open space. Once she climbed aboard, I asked her to lift her fanny off the seat. When she did, I put my hands on each hip and pushed her skirt up to her waist, exposing her thong-covered pussy.

In the dining chair, her head was level with my cock, perfect for oral. In the higher stool, her pussy was level with my cock, perfect for the final performance. I had picked up this trick of the trade from the stripper videos I had watched.

I wanted to seduce her with another dance first. The time required would help me rebound, not that we weren't both ready to fuck; my cock was hard enough for penetration and the wet spot in her thong proved she was well lubricated. I had established creditable professionalism that I refused to discard just because she was willing to spread her legs.

My dance provided cock-on-her-skin touching, but more below the waist than before. I concentrated on her legs and tummy, approaching from the side, never the front. I purposely avoided her thong at first; as a tease, it was very effective.

When I was ready to up the action, I stood at her hip. I reached over and lifted the top of her thong to expose her trimmed, golden pubic hairs. I put my cock in her nest pointing down and released the thong. Using hip thrusts, my cock sawed along her slit. With my cock still flexible enough to curve, her thong kept it in the groove. I put my hand at the right point to push my cock between her labia, the helmet ridge raking across her clit several times, causing a dramatic reaction from her.

I moved directly in front of her. She opened her legs in anticipation of carnal contact. I started touching my cock against her legs near her knees, first one leg, then the other. I kept moving closer, my cock bumping up her inner thighs. Finally, my cockhead was pressing against the growing wet spot in her thong.

She looked at the imposing size of my cock threatening to rip through the flimsy fabric. Suddenly, she had doubts. "You're too big. You're going to rip me in two. I don't know..."

I reached up and pulled her thong to the side. I could see her puffy labia ready to cushion my forceful drives into her depths. The darker color of her inner labia folded open like flower petals around the glistening opening of her vagina. Taking my cock in my hand, I pushed the head into the threshold of her wet portal, then slid it up to poke her clit with it. I repeated the dick moves several times until she began to make funny noises.

Letting her thong snap back into place, I positioned my cock against the wet spot. Then, leaning forward, I slipped my arms behind her back and hugged her naked chest against mine. My cock was pressing hard, pushing into her opening as I thrust my hips to the music beat, forcing her thong in front of it.

Her mouth was near my ear. I could hear her joyful mewings and ragged breathing. With my mouth near her ear, I whispered, "Do you want me to simulate intercourse? It's your call."

Her answer was a clear directive. "Fuck me! Fuck me for real. Put your big cock inside me. I've never wanted a cock as much as I want yours."

I stood up and backed away from her crotch to find her thong pushed out of sight inside her, the front triangle pulled down exposing half of her pubic triangle. I fished the fabric out of her hole and pulled her thong completely off.

I was ready to complete my conquest. My sexy new neighbor was showing me her aroused pussy, begging me to put my cock in her. I had danced my way into her head, earning my dick a trip to fantasyland.

Lifting her legs, I placed them over my shoulders. Her upper body curved so she could see the action between her legs. I put my cock into her wet folds and pushed. My glans popped in but then met significant resistance. She was tight. Not a small woman, she should have had room for most of my long cock, but she had been abstinent for years. I went slowly.

She was begging me to keep pushing, her hands grabbing at my hips to pull me into her. Eventually I could feel my cock mashing against the end of her vagina; I still had three inches to give her. I pulled out halfway to catch her G-spot, working her arousal higher before taking another deep plunge. Her eyes closed and her head lolled back.

She had her first orgasm with little warning; a squealing, moaning, bucking, bronco ride. Her tight cunt flushed warm and convulsively squeezed my cock before ending as suddenly as it began. I kept pounding into her, gaining depth a quarter inch at a time. She kept having orgasms, crying out louder and thrashing more violently with each wave of bliss.