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My first story....inspired by a Fabber who fancied being my muse
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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Please let me know how you find each section as I'm writing it inspired by someone's story they've shared....but also writing on the fly....so hard to not get too aroused....anyway....
PART 1
Holly’s Story
First off, before I begin this red hot and twisty tale, I thought dear reader I should tell you that during every situation and scenario I write about our heroine, I…your author…Ry….will be twitching, swelling and potentially pre-cumming from my generous 8.5 inch but nice and thick cock….an image I hope you keep lodged in the back and sometimes front of your mind
This story is about Holly. Hailing from Nottingham, with a body and mouth to die for….and many would have to have another touch of her skin on theirs, to feel her mouth and tongue lash around their cock or feel her pelvis and hips grind down on them….as and when SHE wanted
She heard of a job as ‘an exotic dancer’, “That’s stripping isn’t it?” she said to her mate.
“Yeah but they can’t touch you and you can dance Hol, you’ll be rolling in it…and you never know, you might meet a nice bloke for once” she was told
It pricked her interest. She could do with the money, who wouldn’t, and there was something deep inside her that loved the feeling of lingerie on her amazing arse but especially the thought of loads of eyes undressing her and wanting to taste her
Even sat having a coffee with her mate thinking about it she daydreamed about a fantasy where a big hunk of a man, all beast and zero wimp, threw money at her as she slid down the pole or slut dropped infront of him, but what got to her most was each time she approached his side of the cat walk, he kept saying in a deep dark voice “My face!”
She was a pro pretty quickly but this dark eyes guy had got inside her head and she wanted to fuck his face stupid. Really grind on his mouth so it drenched him and his tongue lashed around her cli…
“Hol….is that a yes then?” her mate interrupted her fantasy before she’d fastened up one of her stockings to her suspender belt or even said she’d do the job….
But the fantasy alone, was enough for her to take that first step and it was time to upgrade her lingerie collection… |
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By (user no longer on site) OP
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Part 2
The first few weeks were uneventful. A few hot guys, but mostly on Stag Do’s and the leery ‘Lads Lads Lads’ who don’t wear socks with shoes. Becky loved a good body and good face but the brain was just as hot for her
She could always feel their cocks through their trousers as she gave private dances, ranging from acorn to tree branch but if all they did was go “You love that” or “You want that don’t you?” it did nothing for her mind or her pussy
The one random and quiet shift in May….a Wednesday night things changed
She had just clapped Misty off the stage and was wearing a tight black dress, push up bra, suspenders, and stocking and black heels. She was playing the office secretary role and dancing to an RnB song she’d never heard before but it was hot and the beat was just right
She did her usual opening moves, mostly with her eyes closed as she thought there was just that weird old man in who sat at the back with his shopping when she fell to her knees to take off her bra and she heard a voice say “My face!!!” |
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Part 3
She thought she must have imagined the voice as she opened her eyes and no one was there….
Then she heard it again “MY face!”. She spun around and there was a man who almost looked identical to the one she had imagined in her fantasy at the coffee shop
She knew she was blushing. And also knew her song was a shorter routine and she had to get off the stage
The man clapped as she left. Not once lifting his eyes off her breasts and then arse
He was about 6’3, broad, stocky and strong looking. Longish hair and olive skin. He looked like he could rip most men apart with his stare, god knows what he could do to her with his hands
She ran to the wings of the stage with her lingerie in her hands and held it to her chest and backed against the wall….panting after her routine but also the thought he was there….and real
By the time she got to the dressing room, Misty had gone back on. They were the only two on that night so she had no one to ask “Who IS that guy?”
But she knew she had another routine in 30 mins. So she thought she’d up the ante
She ran to the DJ box and asked for ‘Diana’ by Paolo Nutini…
She knew it was a hot track. She put on her hottest red lace French knickers, her best red bra with black trim and as she pulled up her black stockings with red tops she realised she was soaking wet…
This man was inside her head….would he still be there? She peeked around the curtain and could see the shadow of his huge frame still alone and where she last saw him…
She had 5 minutes before she was back on, so she went with instinct….ran to the loos and put her heeled foot up on the closed toilet and slid 2 fingers deep inside her
She could hardly feel the rough ridges of her G Spot as she was so wet. Sodden. She daren’t go near her clit….she liked it being handled rough AND soft but right now it was BUZZING…
“Hol you’re on!!”
She quickly sucked her wetness off her fingers, sorted her underwear….approached the wings of the stage and waited for the music to play…..
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