I was really angry when Seymour told Alfred that I had performed at a strip club. (See my story, Alfred The Great). So I thought I should tell you what happened because nothing serious occurred. I don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea even though it goes against the grain to divulge this event.
Seymour had, from time to time, spoken about strip clubs and had tried many times to get me to go to one. I admit that I was curious about strip clubs. It was not something that he could ever press me on. I would clam up and act like Seymour was a pervert. However, I had always kept it as a fantasy in the back of my mind.
My theory is that all women, no matter how modest, have an exhibitionist streak in them to some degree. We like to show off, especially when we think we are attractive or have a nice body. Without being pretentious, I think that I fall into both of these categories.
There are always guys hovering around me and I occasionally tell Seymour stories of being hit on. When it’s a young guy hitting on me, Seymour is assured of some action that night.
Some years ago we spent a few days in Amsterdam, leaving the kids with Seymour’s parents. One night we went out to dinner after spending the afternoon looking round the red light district, which, as it happened was just one street away from our hotel. I was wearing a very short and tight skirt and as I sat, it rode up my thighs almost to my panties, which sort of demonstrated my earlier point of women and their exhibition streak as I think my legs and ass are my best assets.
At dinner, Seymour was plying me with wine, I knew by that, that he was trying to get me to want to do something a little more sexually daring. I was being coy but I could see the wheels spinning in his head. Throughout dinner Seymour would run his hand along my bare thigh under the table. I thought that he was still thinking of all the girls behind those red glass doors advertising their wares. At first I brushed his hand away and looked around to see if anyone was looking. But eventually I let him explore a little more. He didn’t push me too far.
As we were walking back to our hotel after dinner Seymour asked me where I wanted to go suggesting a bar or even a night club. I gave a vague ‘I don’t know type of answer’ so Seymour decided to go for broke and asked me if I wanted to go to a strip club. I didn’t say no but I did express some hesitation. Previously when Seymour suggested a strip club, my main concern was that I may be seen by someone we knew, but being in Amsterdam, that was not a concern. That only left the concern of being harassed or stared at lewdly.
If I was going to do it, I needed to be left alone and allowed to simply see what one of these clubs was like. But I was curious. I wondered how the girls did what they did and how the guys reacted. I was concerned that the guys would get carried away and what that would mean for me.
Seymour promised me that these places didn’t typically get too rowdy. The clubs have security to keep things in check. So I agreed to give it a try if Seymour promised we would leave immediately if I felt uncomfortable. Seymour told me there was a place in the red light district that we passed as we walked around earlier in the day. So I hesitantly agreed to give it a go.
We arrived and paid the cover charge and went in. As soon as we entered, I was surprised to see a girl dancing on the stage completely naked.
We made our way to an open area not too close to the stage but not all the way at the back either. A topless girl made her way up to us and I was a little uncomfortable as she stood over Seymour with her large tits inches from Seymour’s face as she took our drinks order.
After she returned with our drinks I started asking Seymour questions şarköy escort about what the girls would do. I gradually relaxed and started to enjoying watching the girl dancing. I hate to admit it, but she was very sexy and danced pretty good.
It was when her strip act was finished and a couple came onto the stage and started fucking that I realised the place was a sex club rather than a strip club.
“There’s a group of about five or six guys standing behind us,” Seymour let me know when we were on to our second drink. “And they are checking out your legs and ass.”
I casually glanced back at them and saw that they were probably in their early twenties.
“There’s no way those guys would be interested in looking at the ass of a woman twenty years older than them,” I replied, “especially with all these young naked girls wandering around.”
“Oh you’re wrong,” Seymour disagreed, “I think they’re on a stag do and they would indeed be interested. What you’re not allowed to see is always more interesting that what you are allowed to see. I think they will be picturing how your bare ass and pussy looks.”
I blushed but I was also getting turned on as I could tell so was Seymour.
I thought that some of the naked waitresses were also intrigued by the few women that were in the audience.
I saw the young dancer that was on stage when we first entered the club was making her way through the crowd as we were having this discussion and came up to us and introduced herself as Angel.
She started to chat up Seymour which did not please me much.
“Would you like a private dance,” Angel asked my husband.
Seymour looked at me, I could see that he was very interested. I shook my head no which Seymour confirmed.
“I can do a special dance for couples,” she turned to me and said. “You are so beautiful.”
“Yes, she is,” Seymour confirmed which made my day and dissipated any anger I had towards him for flirting with Angel.
“That’s why I think that those guys behind us are eying up my wife’s ass,” Seymour continued to tell Angel.
“Maybe,” Angel said as she looked back at the guys.
“They can’t possibly be interested in me,” I insisted.
“I will ask them,” Angel said, “but if they do want to see your ass, you will have to lift your skirt and show them.”
I sat silently as Seymour had a smirk on his face knowing I would never go that far.
“OK,” I stunned him and wiped the smile off his face.
I think it was also the alcohol talking.
“I can’t believe you agreed to that,” Seymour told me as Angel approached the guys.
“I hope you aren’t offended,” I apologised, “but don’t worry, those guys look to be in their twenties, they will be more interested in that girl being fucked on the stage than me.”
“I thought you were very sexy to agree to flash your ass,” Seymour said, “but you need to be ready to pay up because I think those guys will surely be interested.”
We watched as Angel talked to the group of guys and they all kept looking toward us. There was wide smiles on their faces and I started to look nervous. Angel then moved back to us.
“Well,” she said, “the guys do indeed want to see your ass.”
I started to protest but knew that I had made a deal. I looked back at them and they started chanting, “show us, show us, show us your ass.”
That attracted the attention of a few more people nearby. I turned even redder and turned away from them and looked at Seymour with questioning eyes.
“You made the deal,” he smirked, “you’ll have to go through with it.”
I was only wearing a thong so the flash should be easy. I turned my back to my admirers and slowly pulled my skirt up to my waist exposing my ass. The guys loved it but sefaköy escort complained about my underwear. They just wanted me to start removing clothing. I took a deep breath and put my thumbs into the waistband and slid my thong down my legs to the floor.
My ass was now completely bare and I was incredibly turned on. I was a little bent over at the waist as I leant against a chair back. My admirers got a glimpse of my pussy lips as I parted my legs for them. I stayed that way longer than I expected. It was when Angel started to slap my ass that seemed to bring me back to reality and I straightened up and pulled down my skirt. The guys applauded and I, still red, gave a small bow. In the heat of the moment I actually forgot to pick up my thong.
The guys then moved a little closer and were trying to start up a conversation with me. They were prodding me to show more. They wanted me to lift the front of my skirt. I declined but they begged and pleaded and I eventually gave them a quick flash. That brought some cheers, not only from the guys but also from an audience around me that had grown to over a dozen men.
The dancer that had gotten this all started was no where to be seen. Another girl, wearing nothing but a tiny beaded g-string came up to me.
“Angel would like you to come with me into the back office,” she said.
I looked over at Seymour, he looked startled at the recent chain of events but he slowly nodded his head.
Without any acceptance from me, the dancer then took my hand and lead me off.
I was stunned into silence, my brain had not registered what was happening to me as I passively allowed myself to be lead through two doors and into what I assumed was the stripper’s dressing room where I saw Angel with a few of the other strippers.
“That was wonderful,” Angel said, “how do you feel?”
“I don’t know,” I replied.
Angel pushed a hand up my skirt and rubbed it over my pussy as I, trance-like actually parted my legs for her.
“Wow girl,” she said, “you are so wet here. You are so turned on.”
I just nodded my head in agreement.
“How would you like to come on stage with me?” Angel then asked me. “You can’t deny that you liked those guys looking at your tits and pussy. On stage you could show everyone your gorgeous body assured that the security guys would prevent any one from molesting you.”
I wanted to do it, I really did but I was concerned at what Seymour would say so I just stood in silence.
“She’ll do it,” Angel turned her head to the side and spoke to a man that I had not seen earlier.
He left the dressing room as another two girls applied make-up to my face and tousled my hair.
As that was happening Angel was on stage, Seymour later told me and after a couple of songs, she was completely naked.
“Now gentlemen,” I heard the MC say over the sound system, “Angel has a special guest tonight for your entertainment.”
After this announcement in English, the MC then repeated it in Dutch and German. To Seymour’s surprise, I was led out onto the stage and was placed in a chair.
Angel started dancing around me and ran her hands over my shoulders and down over my breasts. I, who had never been into girls, was extremely embarrassed. Another dancer came out and the two of them got me to stand up. While the new dancer lifted my hands over my head, Angel quickly unbuttoned my blouse exposing my lacy bra. My hands were lowered and the blouse was quickly removed followed immediately by my bra. The girls were quick.
That left me standing in shock on the stage with my tits on full display as my hands were once again being held above my head. Angle ran her fingers over my nipples. I didn’t know if the audience realised it but my nipples şehzadeler escort were painfully rock hard and in need of some attention. Then, in the blink on an eye, she unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. The crowd was cheering loudly. I noticed Seymour staring intently, mesmerised into a still silence, at me and the group of guys behind him were especially excited.
My hands were set free but I didn’t run from the stage or cover myself. Instead I stood facing the crowd with a large smile on my face. I was shocked and excited. A small gymnast’s pommel horse was brought onto the stage, the kind that had four legs. I was turned with my back to the audience and held, bent over it by Angel, who was behind the horse in front of me. The other dancer sat on the floor between my spread legs with her legs also parted so that both of our pussys were facing the audience. This whole manoeuvre only took a few seconds.
Angel leaned over my back and grasped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart. Not only was my asshole on show to the audience but also I knew that my labia lips were separated exposing my pink inner vagina and clitoris.
The dancer sitting between my legs pushed two fingers into my cunt and started to finger fuck me. What the audience probably couldn’t see was her thumb rubbing and flicking my clit.
Very soon I felt I was about to orgasm. I squirmed trying to get greater friction on my clit and in my pussy. I knew I was leaking copious amounts of juices around the invading fingers.
But just before I could climax everything stopped. There was lout cheering and clapping from the audience as both dancers left the stage. I stood up and looked around to see what the commotion was. Slowly walking towards me was a naked black guy. The first thing I noticed; no, the only thing that I noticed was his cock which stood out horizontally in front of him. Without exaggerating it was at least ten inches long, definitely the largest cock I have ever seen before or since this episode.
I thought long and hard about letting him fuck me, at least for 30 seconds until he was less than a metre from me. But I thought of Seymour in the audience and what he would say if I did. So I quickly bent down and picked up my skirt and blouse and jumped off the stage.
I was being felt up as I dashed through the crowd. When I got to Seymour I said I wanted to leave immediately. We made our way to the door and along the way, I stepped back into my skirt and put my blouse on but ‘forgot’ to button it. I had also left behind my bra and panties.
We were out through the door and hurrying back to our hotel. On the way we had to pass through an alley where, during the day, the red framed glass doors were all occupied by prostitutes wearing glasses. But late at night the alley was in darkness.
I stopped Seymour and quickly unzipped his trousers. In seconds, his hard cock was engulfed by my warm mouth and I sucked on it until he blew a huge load down my throat. I swallowed every drop.
On the way to our hotel we passed a couple of bars and ‘coffee shops’ with my skirt around my waist and my blouse completely open. We passed a few people as we went but I didn’t care who saw me, even as we entered our hotel lobby and made our way up to our bedroom.
We didn’t get more than a few steps into out bedroom before we were both naked and fucking our brains out on the floor. Since Seymour had already cum, he lasted a long time and I screamed through two or three orgasms before he filled my pussy with his load of cum.
As we laid there with Seymour tracing his finger around my nipples and me cupping his balls, I told him that I had never been so turned on and that I definitely wanted to find other ways of exposing myself. I hoped he wouldn’t think less of me. He assured me that he didn’t as his cock began to rise again as proof of it.
I think it was because of that strip club incident that Seymour lead Alfred on to chant for me to show my ass and for me to subsequently rub my bare tits in their faces.