My Stripper Debut!

I slowly wiggled my way down to the top of the bottle.

I was now in a squatting position. My legs wide apart, my open gash plain to see, the bottle directly touching my pussy opening. I eased myself onto the bottle neck, it sank up me quite easily, the full length of its neck being sucked up into my hot, wet gash.

The other guys were encouraging me on now.

"Go on Anna, fuck the bottle."

"Sit on it you slut."

"Fuck it hard, go on fuck it."

"Suck him as well you dirty cunt."

I took Fred's cock into my mouth at the same time and began to slowly bob up and down on the bottle at the same time as sucking his rock solid prick

The bottle slipped a little on the floor and so one of the guys got onto the floor beside me and held it in place.

I began to fuck it harder now, my first wave of an orgasm hitting me, sending floods of my fanny juice squirting down over the neck of the bottle and running onto the floor.

Fred was standing with a huge smile looking at me as I came off on the bottle.

I was moaning heavily and making gurgling noises in between sucking Fred's cock.

After my first climax subsided. Fred took his cock out of my mouth and sat back down on the chair.

The guy who had been helping eased the bottle out of me, my creamy cum juice evident all over the neck and the top of the bottle.

He showed it around the room, as it was passed around for inspection to the other men. They all seemed fascinated by it

"Look at how creamy her cunt juice is."

"Fucking hell she nearly had it all up her."

"Good girl," said Fred. "Now sit on my cock and fuck me."

I did as asked and sat straight onto his cock.

His full length entered me easily and I rode up and down on him for a few strokes. The other guys were all staring at me.

Some openly had their cocks out and were wanking, others were still rubbing themselves off through their trousers.

I stood up and slipped off Fred's cock. My cunt was drenched now. Wide open, red, swollen and drenched.

I walked over to the bar and lent against it. Fred walked up behind me and stuck his prick up me from behind.

I squealed as he entered me.

"Fuck me Fred, fuck me hard, fuck me and show your friends how much of a tart I am." I urged him on.

"Go on Fred fuck the young slut."

"Go on fuck her for all of us," they all egged him on.

A few of the guys were wanking hard now, and a couple began to spurt cum over the floor.

"Don't fucking waste it," I gasped in between shoves from Fred's cock.

"Get it onto me."

With this they shuffled over to me as Fred fucked me hard and fast as I stood lent over the bar.

The remaining few spurts of cum hit my legs and shoes. This started off a chain of spunking.

The remaining guys who were cumming all began directing their spunk onto my legs, shoes and body as Fred pummelled me from behind. One after another I received load after load onto my stockings, legs and shoes. He then began to spunk up me, loudly telling everyone.

"I'm cumming up her,"as he did so. I urged him to do so.

"Fill me up Fred, fucking fill my pussy."

Peter was now standing to the side of me and began to spunk, I bent down and got his few spurts straight onto the side of my face and tits. I was now dripping in cum.

Spunk leaked from my fanny, where Fred had flooded my quim, it trickled out of my gaping cunt and ran onto my stocking tops. It was all over my legs and shoes from the guys who had managed to cum on me rather than on the floor! And now it was dripping on my face from Peter.

After everyone had cum off I stood up and received a round of applause fro the guys.

They all patted me on the arse one after the other and said a big thank you. Peter thanked me for being 'the best stripper Fred could have wished for.'

Fred gave me a lovely pat on the bum as well and a wee peck on the cheek.

I walked behind the bar and was handed a bar towel by one of the men him saying it was to "clean yourself up a bit love."

I wiped the thick spunk from my face and legs and retired to the cupboard with another couple of towels to get changed.

The guys all mucked in to clean up the mess on the floor and when I got back in, now dressed in my jeans and top again, things had been returned to normal.

The barman's son had returned, having had his hour or so off. The room to me smelt of sex, and I wonder if he had an inkling as to any of our goings on!!

We all stayed and had a very merry evening, the guys all complimenting me on my 'performance' and on making Fred's birthday bash a night they would remember.

I spent the evening at Peters and in the morning we had another fuck, him loving telling me how much the guys had enjoyed it and all of the comments they had made about me during the night.

I did 'strip' again twice for a man called Sid at a policemans night he had organised, and also for a small group of them in Peters house ... I will add these for you all at a later time if you want.