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Archive name: tounged.txt (MF, oral, casual sex)
Authors name: Cantilever (cccnd19@aol.com)
Story title : The Tongued Stripper

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The Tongued Stripper (MF, oral, casual sex)
By Cantilever (cccnd19@aol.com)

***

God, it's a slow night, she thought. Her G-string was 
not cooperating as she pulled it up her taut thighs. 
Beside her lay the lace corset she was to wear later.

"I hate working weeknights," she grumbled aloud. 
Fortunately, no one was around, otherwise Charlie might 
get wind, and fire her altogether. No one wants a 
stripper who can't get into the act.

She pulled the string high into the crack of her ass, 
and admired herself in the mirror for a moment. She ran
her fingers down her bare ass-cheeks, and smiled. 'God,
I look sexy,' she thought. The high heels seemed to 
make her long legs even more sultry and inviting.

Slowly, she stretched, and watched herself as her skin 
stretched and pulled. Her breasts swayed free from any 
encumbering bra, and bobbed slightly as she righted 
herself. She grabbed the corset, and donned it, pulling 
tightly on the drawstrings. Her breasts seemed to swell 
as the silk material bunched in around her, pushing them 
up and in. A white dress, easily removable, was just what 
she needed to complete the outfit.

Then, her thoughts moved back to the crowd outside. She 
sighed, and felt a slight depression. There was no one 
really, who seemed to get her in the mood anymore. But, 
that had happened before, and it would happen again she 
guessed. It appeared as if she would have to make the 
best of it as usual. Being an erotic dancer wasn't easy, 
even if she did clear over $500 a night.

The noise and commotion outside drew her attention once 
more, and she heard the DJ announce her name. She walked 
out of the dressing room, and into the club. She had 
managed that walk... the one that she knew would drive 
the men crazy, and it made her feel good to know that men 
were looking at HER. 

She walked out on the stage, to a thumping beat. Good. 
Something to really move to, she thought. She started 
twirling around on the lighted table, feeling the men's 
eyes on her like the physical touch of hands. She knew 
that the men in the crowd were imagining her under them 
taking their lovemaking, and she loved it. It made her 
feel unbelievably horny to be the object of so many men's 
desires. In her perverse fantasies, a select group of 
four or five of them would come up on stage and take her, 
right then and there, all at once.

She twirled around, and saw HIM. He was there, sitting 
right at the table, plucking out dollar bills from his 
pocket. She hadn't even taken off one piece of clothing, 
and yet he was ready. She couldn't take her eyes off of 
him his presence was that commanding. Even so, there was 
a show to do. She reminded herself, one must remain 
detached. You're their fantasies that's all, she thought.

The dress inched down her body, exposing the corset and 
her garter belt. Soon, it had left her body completely, 
and she kicked it aside with a slight gesture of her 
foot. 

Instantly, she felt better. There was someone worthy of 
dancing to, and he would PAY, she could tell. As she 
moved, she felt herself getting warmer, and more 
comfortable with the music. She went over to one side his 
table, opposite of where he was sitting. She ground her 
crotch into the young man's face, humping the air only 
inches away.

She could see the embarrassment and anxiousness in his 
face. But she also could see the lust just below the 
surface. He slid a dollar underneath the corset, afraid 
to put it inside her G-string. She stood up, and bent 
over, her ass inviting a dollar bill from the young man's 
companion.

She looked straight ahead at HIM while his buddy shoved 
another bill in her corset from behind. Then locked eyes 
as she Swede to the music. He stared back at her, eyes 
crinkled as he smiled sardonically. How cocky he is, she 
thought. 

We'll see how he lasts. She moved up and into the center 
of the table, and did a complete split, her back to him. 
She knew that her ass could hold anyone's attention, and 
she was right. As she spread herself on the cold 
tabletop, she felt better. Her legs splayed apart, where 
she usually liked them, and only a small piece of fabric 
between her most private place, and HIM.

She rolled onto her back, and arched it, giving him a 
perfect view down the corset. She opened her legs wide, 
only inches away from him. Then rolling onto her hands 
and knees, she crawled towards him, her back arching and 
her chest heaving. She stood up just in front of him, and 
undid the corset ties.

The silk fabric fell away, and her exposed breasts 
tightened and smoothed. All the while, she gyrated her 
hips towards him, dancing only for him. She bent her 
knees, and lay on her side in front of him. She lifted a 
leg, and brought the high heel down behind the other one, 
allowing ample room for him to insert his dollar.

He raised the dollar, and with his other hand, pulled the 
G-string away from her body. He wedged the dollar lower 
into her crotch. When she looked at him, it happened. He 
smiled, and opened his mouth. His tongue came out and 
flicked at her. She gaped. His tongue was at least six, 
maybe seven inches long! 'How marvelous,' she thought to 
herself.

She started at him for a long time, unable to believe 
what she had just seen. It was the first time she had 
ever been shocked like that at work, and she had seen a 
lot. More importantly, she felt something that scared 
her. Something inside of her wanted that tongue, and 
wanted it then and there. Immediately, she felt herself 
becoming wet, and realized that she had to get off the 
stage, or otherwise it might prove embarrassing.

Somehow she managed to get up, gather her things, and 
walk calmly down the stairs into the dressing room. On 
her way in, she told Mike, the bouncer, to invite the man 
to her dressing room. He protested at first, but her 
pleading look finally made him give in.

She went into her dressing room, and soon heard a knock 
on the door. She said, "Come in." She waved him in.

"Follow me," she said. He followed her into a closet, 
where they kept the stage outfits. In the closet, there 
was a shelf. She sat upon it, and raised one leg. "If 
you're going to wave that thing around, you might as well 
use it."

He raised an eyebrow, but said nothing. She put her hands 
on his head, and guided it down to her naked pussy. Her 
G-string had been discarded right when she entered the 
room.

He grabbed her firm ass with both hands, and positioned 
her on the edge of the shelf. He lifted slightly her off 
the shelf. She pulled at his hair, to get him going. He 
flicked his tongue at her, and sure enough, it was as 
large as she had thought. The first thing he did was to 
rub his hands over her completely shaved nakedness. 

Then he ran the tip of his tongue up and over her slit, 
never delving into it, but simply running circles over 
and around. She raised her other leg onto the shelf, and 
thrust her pelvis into his mouth. With one long lick, he 
licked the back of her love canal, the small portion of 
skin between her ass and pussy, up through her slit, and 
rested on her clit. She almost screamed, but caught 
herself just in time. Her legs, however, couldn't remain 
poised on the shelf. They slid down into a perfect split 
on the shelf, and she leaned back into the wall.

Without using his hands and only his tongue, he opened 
her lips wider, and spread them apart. He ran his tongue 
up one lip, and down the other, pausing in the middle, 
encircling her clit. As he did, she shuddered again. She 
knew that it wouldn't be long before she came; it never 
was. Grinding herself against many men's faces had long 
prepared her for this. Then he did it.

He flattened his tongue, and lapped up her pussy. The 
extra area touched all of her parts, and her eyes closed 
in ecstasy. He looked up at her, and when she looked down 
at him, he showed her his tongue in full length. She 
watched as he rolled it, and then returned his attention 
to her hole. In one thrust, he forced it inside of her. 
It was too much. She gasped as it reached inside of her. 
It was so damn long! Somehow, he managed to make licking 
motions inside of her, and she lost all control. She was 
coming violently, grabbing his head and pushing it into 
her, making his tongue go as far as it could.

He flattened his tongue inside her, and made more lapping 
motions. He caressed places inside her body she didn't 
even know existed. She felt her muscles groping and 
pulling at his tongue, stretching it inside of her. He 
rotated his tongue around her inner walls, licking 
violently. 

Another one just as powerful soon followed her first 
orgasm. His tongue had explored her just as deeply as it 
would have had it been a dick, and she collapsed after 
her second orgasms finally subsided.

He wasn't finished, however. He started licking her up 
and down her slit, caressing her now full, pouty lower 
lips. He flicked the tip of his enormous tongue at her 
clit, making it protrude slightly from her inner folds. 
Then, he closed his lips around it, and sucked gently. 
She gasped once more, and even cried out when he started 
to run his tongue over it inside his mouth. 

She was still leaning back, her ass almost entirely over 
the shelf edge now. He finished playing with her clit, 
and started running his tongue around her muscles leading 
to her hole. Quickly, he thrust his tongue in and out of 
her hole, every once and a while delving completely 
inside, teasing her. Each thrust was met by an equally 
urgent push by her hips.

He ran his tongue back down her love canal, and focused 
on her tight asshole. He ran his tongue gently over it, 
and ran back up to her clit, then back down. She worried 
briefly about what he was doing, but reminded herself 
that being a dancer required her to be clean- everywhere. 
Besides, he was definitely enjoying himself, and she 
definitely didn't want him to stop.

He caressed her asshole with the flat of his tongue, 
until she relaxed. By prying her muscles with the tip of 
his tongue, he was able to inch his way in. Her eyes shot 
open, as she had never felt this before. This was 
something new! Her ass muscles automatically tried to 
close, but each time his tongue provided pleasurable 
resistance. 

Soon, she was able to control her muscles somewhat, 
constricting and relaxing, constricting and relaxing, 
drawing him in and pulling him out. He thrust his tongue 
in and out of her this way, concentrating on her 
entrance, knowing that it was definitely the most 
sensitive.

As his tongue lived within her ass, she felt vaguely 
aware of a completely alien sensation. Deep within her, 
where she could not tell, she felt the beginnings of 
something powerful. She reached down between her legs 
with both hands. With one hand, she played with his hair. 
With the other, she ran her fingers over her clit. She 
massaged her clit with one finger, and thrust three 
others into her whole. But still, his tongue explored her 
ass, and still she felt the coming onslaught of something 
unfamiliar.

Deep inside her, it came. It rocked her whole entire 
body. At the same time, her whisking fingers caused 
another orgasm, but it was two different sensations. She 
had heard about anal orgasms, but never believed it 
possible. 

Now, she was experiencing one of her own, and making a 
clitoral orgasm at the same time! Her eyes rolled back 
into her head, as her entire lower body seemed as if it 
was about to explode. He continued thrusting his tongue 
in and out of her body, while she fingered herself into 
oblivion. 

All at once, she came. Her fingers were being sucked into 
her slit by her grabbing and pulsating pussy, and she 
felt her muscles twitch and grab at his tongue. Every 
feeling seemed to feed upon itself. The orgasms never 
seemed to go away. Her moans were quite loud, now, but 
she didn't care. She was lost among a sexual experience 
she hadn't even dreamed of.

Fatigued, she fell asleep. She did not know when, but she 
did not remember her body slowing down. When she awoke, 
he was gone, but she was left with the vague sensations, 
which lingered between her legs.

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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