WINE AND SEX * NAUGHTY STORIES * A DIRTY CONFESSION
WINE AND SEX * NAUGHTY STORIES * THE BUTTERY HAND JOB
WINE AND SEX * NAUGHTY STORIES * DIRTY LAUNDRY
WINE AND SEX * NAUGHTY STORIES * DIARY OF STRIPPER
THE FIRST DAY
My very first day as a stripper… happened over a decade ago but I remember it well.
Decision to try out the carrier path of an exotic dancer came to me easy, but on that very first day... the day I was actually going to do it... the day I would strip for money for the very first time... On that first day -- I wasn’t sure any more. Was I doing the right thing? Did I have what it took? Would stripping change me?
I didn't get much the night before. I tossed and turned in bed imagining the worst.
The main reason behind my decision was -- no surprise -- money. The prospect of “easy cash” was just too tempting to resist, especially at a time when I really needed it. But money wasn’t the only reason. There was also the intriguing prospect of adventure and glamor that I imagined came with this job. Performing on stage like a star... wearing sequins and lace... drinking expensive wines...
She liked to drink her wine too. A lot of it in fact... Her dream was to one day open a little winery of her own. “Somewhere in the beautiful mountains of Italy,” she used to say in a dreamy voice. This was the reason she became a stripper and this was why she worked crazy hours at the club -- she used to say to me. It was all to make her dream come true.
"I will throw erotic wine and sex parties at my winery," she used tell me laughing after having too much wine. "And you're invited to all of them!"
I didn’t know it that day, but I just was about to join Yolanda in a crazy wine and sex adventure that would completely change my life. An adventure that took the two of us unusual places and brought interesting people into our lives... An adventure that eventually lead us to a picturesque little village in Italy. Funny how it all started with the glass of Yolanda's brand new favorite wine on the day I officially became a stripper.
She was sitting across from me, sipping her wine slowly, savoring it. “Wine truly is the nectar of gods,” she said. I tasted the wine and really liked it too. “Wine and women have this very unique relationship,” she continued. “There is this mystical quality about wine that has the power magnify our feminine charms and to amplify our sex appeal... And to turn us into dirty whores in bed of course...”
She let out a witch-like giggle and continued.
“You become a different… a more sensual woman while under the spell of wine. Wine is why I manage all right as a dancer.”
Manage all right as a dancer was the understatement of the century. I was well aware of Yolanda’s reputation as one of the most sought after exotic dancers in the area.
“To make top dollars at this job, you need to do more than simply dirty dance for a horny guy trying to hide a half-erection in his pants. What you need is to take charge and create an experience... an erotic one. Take your horny customer on a sexual adventure... Transport him to another reality, let him escape the here and now. Even if only for a while… let him fantasize... let him imagine... become his dream woman. All while slowly transforming that half-erection in into a full-blown raging hard-on. And that’s how you make the big bucks.”
"I'm not sure if I posses the necessary talent," I was suddenly uncertain about my feminine powers.
“Not to worry, Baby," Yolanda smiled at me in a seductive way. "This is why the Goddess of Sex Appeal gave us dancers wine." She dipped her index finger in her red wine -- which I thought was kind of strange -- and then licked all around the finger with her tongue. I something twitched inside of me when I watched her do that.
“Here is how you do it... Looking hot and feeling great, you strike a conversation with one of the Money Prospects sitting at Erotica's fabulous bar and order a glass of Australian Shiraz. So it begins... The first glass warms your heart and relaxes your body. You start to giggle and flirt and suddenly realize that while you weren't paying any attention -- your nipples have unexpectedly turned pointy and hard. You begin to feel warm moisture form down below in your underwear and naughty thoughts suddenly take over your entire thought process.
Second glass -- your charming giggle and your naughty sexual vibe begin to magically hook and hypnotize. Hungry for more than just a conversation, the horny Money Prospect takes you up that beautifully lid-up staircase and right to back of the VIP room, where the erotic adventure begins."
“Oh wow... nicely said” I said, impressed with Yolanda's poetic interpretation of what many would call dirty and sleazy.
“And what happens after the third glass?”
There was a hint of smile on her lips when she said, “That depends.”
I didn’t ask.
She stood up. “Speaking of wine… Let me refill our glasses.”
Wine was slowly working its wonderful magic on me and the stubborn knot that I have felt in my stomach for most of the day, was slowly loosening its grip.
“Here you go, Hun,” Yolanda handed me a fresh glass of wine.
“Have you picked a stage name yet?” she asked me.
I did. Searching my brain for the perfect stage name was one of the countless things that kept me up last night.
“Ashley,” I told her.
We sat in a complete silence for a very long while. Just sipped on our wine and smiled at each other for no particular reason.
You know what I'd like?” She suddenly said interrupting our comfortable quiet time.
"No clue, what?"
“I would like to meet Ashley. In person and right now!”
I didn't understand what she meant at first.
“What do you mean… meet Ashley?”
She winked at me. "I would love to see you all dressed for work" she said.
"Yeah now. Why don't you change into your club outfit, put make up on and all and let me see you all ready to walk Erotica's floor. I'm just curious...”
“Sure," I said. "Wouldn't hurt getting looked over by a professional adult entertainer any way."
“All right then, why don’t you go into my bedroom and take your time. Come out when you’re ready.
Everything that I needed for tonight's big adventure was inside a small duffel bag that I prepared this morning. Couple of different outfits, make up, shoes, a towel… I went to retrieve the bag from my car where I had left it. A few minutes later, I was standing next to Yolanda's enormous bed and in front of a full length mirror just next to it, slowly taking my clothes off. Perhaps inspired by large amounts of Yolanda's latest liquid favorite, I really liked what I saw reflecting back at me in the mirror. Maybe I wasn't as breathtaking as Yolanda, but I wasn't bad at all. I had nice legs, firm butt and big boobs with perky points for nipples that I have known to evoke instant erections. I had a pretty face and wavy, shoulder-length blonde hair. I was going to do all right as a stripper.
I reached into my bag and fished out the outfit that I have (very thoughtfully) selected for tonight. It was my secret weapon -- a sexy black dress that simply drove men insane. I wore it to a night club just a couple weeks back and had two hunks fight over which one of them would pay for my drink. I put the dress on. Found my high heels and put them on too. I applied bright red lipstick and fluffed my hair. I had one last glance in the mirror -- I looked pretty hot.
A major car accident I was involved in just a few months
back, left me to deal with some serious health issues such as back pain,
migraines, sleeplessness and anxiety.
In addition to prescribing me pain killers and sleeping pills, my family doctor referred me to a rehabilitation clinic specializing in car accident injuries for a series of back adjustment as well as some massage therapy. He was especially optimistic about the massage therapy, convinced it would reduce my pain and anxiety and fix my sleeping problems for good.
John’s Total Health and Wellness was a small and unimpressive locale with bare walls and few furnishings or decorations. The owner John, on the other hand, seemed like a nice enough of a guy and I quickly came to like his heavy-accented chit chat and his unnaturally wide grin.
However -- session after session -- weeks of treatments were going by quickly, but I wasn’t noticing much of an improvement in my overall condition. The massages just didn’t seem to work. Gladys, the massage therapist assigned to me by John, tried her best to press and knead into me with all her power and might, but just wasn't able to alleviate any of my symptoms.
My wife Janet was becoming frustrated with the poor progress of my therapy goals. “This whole massage thing is a complete waste of time and a waste of the insurance company’s money,” she told me. She said she would have a little talk with John.
This wasn’t good news for John as was my wife was just the most unpleasant person to deal with. She was rude and unfriendly and made everyone around her nervous and uncomfortable. I said to her that perhaps I should be the one to have this chat with John -- this was after all was a matter concerning my person -- but she gave me the evil eye and simply said no. There was no point in arguing with her. Sad to say but my wife completely ruled my life and made most of my decisions for me.
So the very next time we were there, Janet confronted John and plain told him that unless there was a drastic improvement in my physical well-being over the next couple of weeks, I would not be coming for therapy any longer.
John’s smile faded as soon as heard this news. He clearly didn’t want to lose a solid patient like me; his small business just couldn’t afford it. I saw panic and desperation in his eyes and just knew that this man would do anything to keep me coming back.
I knew that John didn’t like my wife very much. Couldn’t stand her. One time he even asked me why a nice guy like me was married to a witch like her. But he had no other choice right now but to suck up to her and fight hard for the hefty insurance checks.
He quickly regained his composure. With a friendly, reassuring smile he told my wife that a new massage therapist was to start at the clinic the following week. He said she was a nice young lady who recently completed studies in the field of Oriental therapy and massage. “She has the hands of a magician that could heal a dying man,” he said.
He put his hand on Janet’s shoulder. “I promise you Janet that Claudia will relieve most or even all of your husband’s symptoms in a very short time. Just give her a chance. She was referred to our clinic by a well-known healer.” Janet seemed intrigued and told John to schedule me in.
I just had a good feeling about the new massage lady and couldn’t wait to meet her. The days just couldn’t go by any slower.
When we finally showed up at the clinic on the day of the appointment, John offered my wife some green tea to sip on while she waited for me in a small waiting area by reception. He then turned his full attention to me. Asked me how I was feeling today and after a brief chit-chat told me to follow him into the treatment section of the clinic.
Heavy curtain behind the reception desk led to a long hallway nesting about a half dozen treatment rooms. I was only familiar with the one closest to reception which was where Gladys used to see me. But John led me right passed it and deeper into the hallway until we reached the very last door.
“Go in there my man and get ready for your massage,” John said. “Claudia will be with you shortly.” He winked at me secretively. “And make sure you enjoy each and every minute of the special treatment.”
When I entered the treatment room I must say I was in for a bit of a surprise. This space just didn’t seem to fit the style of the clinic. This room was nicely decorated and felt cosy. It had plants, pictures and even a rug. Lighting was minimal but sufficient. The massage table was big and sturdy and instead of a plain white sheet like Gladys had, there was a fluffy blanket covering the table’s top. There was a big pillow by the headrest which was something I never saw on Gladys’ massage table either.
I took my clothes off, put them neatly on a nearby chair and slid under the wonderfully soft blanket. I was facing up, my head comfortably resting on the pillow. I felt good and relaxed already.
There was a quiet knock on the door. “Ready?” a soft voice asked.
I answered that yes, I was ready, at which point a young woman entered the room.
Wow. I was expecting Claudia to be a younger version of Gladys – plain looking, muscular and all business-like. But instead, I laid my eyes on just the most gorgeous brunette. She looked like an actress from a porno I saw not long ago. She had long eyelashes and big sensual lips. It wasn’t hard to notice that she also had a pair of very large breasts. They were so enormous in fact that the overcoat she wore was stretched to its max around her chest. Couple of her top buttons were left undone revealing a sexy cleavage.
“My name Claudia,” she said in broken English. “You hurt and pain. I here to make massage and pleasure.”
Yes baby, massage and pleasure, I thought simply breath taken by Claudia’s beauty, unable to say anything out loud for the time being.
Claudia didn’t waste any time. She placed her hands on my shoulders, heavily leaned into me and started to wonderfully rub around my neck area. She was so close to me I could smell her intoxicating perfume and feel her warm breath on my forehead. Supported by the pillow and in a semi-vertical positon, my head was perfectly aligned with her cleavage and I just couldn’t help but stare as her half-exposed breasts sensually shook with the rhythm of the massage.
Holy shit. I suddenly realized that I was getting an erection. There was no question about it, my penis was definitely getting larger and harder – a beautiful male wonder I have not experienced since my car accident or even longer than that. But this was not the place or the time and I was terrified by this unexpected development. Stop it! I was mentally yelling at my dick. Stop it right now! But it didn’t listen. My dick was hard as a rock.
Claudia would surely notice my erected penis in just a matter of minutes and I was starting to panic. What will she do when she sees it? Likely run out of the room and complain to John about me. I decided the best thing would be to end the massage session immediately.
“Claudia, there is a little problem…” I started to tell her but she didn’t let me finish.
“Shhh… we fix problem,” she whispered into my ear and then started suckling on it in the most sensual way. I was shocked. In my wildest dreams I never expected for the events of this massage session to progress down this naughty path. However -- I did not mind it at all.
My dick was just enormous by now. Still nibbling on my ear, Claudia found it with her hand and squeezed it gently through the blanket. I briefly thought of my wife… sipping on her green tea right now and patiently waiting for me. But it was too late. There was nothing -- no power in the world -- that could drag me away from Claudia right now.
She squeezed my dick a little bit harder. “Here big tension there and big problem,” she said. “We fix.” I was completely helpless. All I could think in my suddenly sex craved brain was -- fix it baby, fix it good.
Claudia pulled away from me now and stood up straight, facing me. Her breasts seemed even larger now than they did before and I could see her hard nipples slightly poking through the fabric of her white overcoat. I said a little prayer in my head asking God to let me see Claudia’s breasts.
This was my lucky day and I knew my prayers were about to be answered when Claudia begun to slowly unbutton her coat. She was teasing me by taking her time with each and every one of the many buttons.
When she was finally done, she slipped out of her coat and threw it on the floor. Underneath she was practically naked. All she had on was a lacy black bra and a skimpy G-string. Her body was just unreal. Absolutely gorgeous.
“You like?” she asked?
“I do Claudia, I like a lot.”
My hands reached for her breasts and popped them out of the bra cups. Her nipples were unbelievable and just like I thought – hard and swollen with sexual excitement. I brought them toward my face and started sucking on them, evenly alternating between the right nipple and the left. Claudia threw her head back moaning in pleasure. “Suck them, Baby. Suck good.”
I could hear the sound of my wife’s voice carry all the way here from the waiting room, but that only made me suck on Claudia’s nipples harder. And the harder I sucked, the hornier I got. There was no turning back right now.
It’s been quite a few months since my wife and I last had sex. All my post-accident symptoms made a practically impotent. Until now.
I managed to stuff both of Claudia’s nipples inside of my mouth and passionately ran over them with my tongue – quickly licking back and forth from one to the other. Claudia suddenly pulled away from me, making her nipples slide out of my mouth with a plop. She had another activity on her mind as she started to slowly roll the blanket down my torso, gradually exposing my naked body.
When she got all the way down to my penis and saw my erection, she said: “Hello there Meester Big.”
I took a quick look and could not believe my massive hard-on. My dick was large -- and so stiff it stood up straight pointing toward the ceiling. I couldn’t remember the last time my penis got to be this big. My erections certainly never looked this way when I was having sex with my wife.
“Sorry,” I shyly said to Claudia still uncomfortable about the indecent state of my manhood.
“No need to embarrass. That natural.”
This girl made me feel so good I wanted to cry.
She squirted some type of massage oil all over my business and cupped my testicles with her right hand, her long fingernails sensually tickling inside my crotch. She gave it a little squeeze and started massaging my balls in the most heavenly way, her hand rolling up and down and all around my tender scrotum. Her other hand was holding on to my penis, pushing it out of the way to allow her better access to my balls.
“Big tension there,” she said giving my balls a tighter squeeze. “Too much semen inside. We take out.”
“Yes, take it out, take it all out”, I was trying say through heavy breathing. I was moaning and groaning, the intense pleasure making me incoherent and illogical. “I love you Claudia. I love you so much.”
Claudia put her little finger on my lips. “Shhh big boy… your wife no far.”
“Okay Baby, I’ll shut up. I’ll do anything you say. Just please, keep massaging my horny balls.”
Claudia had some interesting pleasure tricks up her sleeve. This obviously was not the first set of balls she massaged in her life. Using the fingertips of both of her hands, Claudia gently grasped the skin of my scrotum and started to stretch it in many different directions. It felt like I was in heaven. But there was more to come after that. She formed little circles with the thumb and the index finger of each of her hands and ringed my balls. She squeezed tight making them pop out of the rings. She then slowly pulled them away from my scrotum allowing me the experience of the most pleasurable pain of my life.
“I think you ready for ejaculate,” she said.
“Yes Claudia. I ready for ejaculate.”
Claudia fisted her hands and alternating them in a slow but a rhythmic manner, massaged my hard cock in an upward direction. Starting at the base of my penis, she was sliding up my enormous erection and finishing at the head of my penis with a little squeeze. Repeat. And repeat. And repeat.
She then switched things up again. While squeezing my balls with one hand, she was masturbating me up and down with the other. The pleasure derived from the combination of these stimuli was just unbelievable. I could hear the unpleasant sound of my wife’s voice in the background once again. She was talking to someone in her usual loud and bossy manner.
“Take off you bra Claudia.” I whispered. Her breasts were already hanging out of her bra but I wanted no visual obstruction there whatsoever.
Claudia undid her bra from the back and tossed it onto the floor. I couldn’t take my eyes off her gorgeous breasts -- so round and perky -- and I knew that the end of my special massage treatment was almost there.
Claudia stood to the right of the massage table, at my mid-body, her body facing toward me. Her bare breasts right there in front of me. She slowly reached for my penis with her right hand and started the most divine masturbation of my entire life, starting off gently and slowly but in time picking up the speed and intensifying the squeeze. Her breasts bounced from the impact of the hand job and it was just the most spectacular sight to watch them go up and down as she jerked me off.
My eyes traveled back and forth from her bouncy breasts to the tip of my cock -- ready to explode with abundant amounts of backlogged cum at any second now. Then I looked up at Claudia’s mouth and saw her tongue snake out of it and lick her lips in the most provocative way.
And that’s when I started ejaculating. The convulsions of my orgasm were extremely powerful and the amount of semen spraying out of the eye of my penis was just unbelievable. It all landed just north of my belly button. The intense pleasure of my orgasm made me squeal and Claudia quickly brought a towel to my mouth to muffle the sound.
“Shhh… no let your wife hear.”
When I was all done ejaculating, Claudia used a wet towel to clean me up. She then disappeared behind the door without even saying good bye and that was it. My massage session was over.
“So how was it, Honey,” my wife asked as soon as I emerged from behind the curtain. “How are you “feeling?” I couldn’t form a coherent sentence to answer her, still exhausted by the electrifying sexual release I experienced just minutes earlier. But I quickly regained my composure.
“I feel great… wonderful!” I told her excited. “I haven’t felt this good in months. This Oriental technique is a true miracle… My headache is completely gone and I feel no pain in my back whatsoever.”
And I wasn’t lying. My pain was gone for real and I truly felt like a new born baby.
“Thank you, Honey, for taking charge and helping me find the way to heal. I love you.”
I kissed Janet on the forehead and went over to see John about another appointment with Claudia. He opened his appointment book and winked at me as he circled me in for next Tuesday.
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Orgasm by lollipop. The best feeling ever.
I would like to share a very interesting sexual experience that I had just a couple of days ago.
It was a Friday night. I was on the couch relaxing and watching a movie when my husband came home from work. I’m a huge candy lover and happened to be sucking on a cherry-flavored lollipop at the time. My husband looked exhausted and started complaining about his tough day at work as soon as he walked through the door.
Normally, I would be more than happy to listen to him -- but on this particular day, I just wasn’t in the mood. So completely ignoring him, I started giggling and getting all silly with the lollipop that I was sucking on. I took it out of my mouth and started licking and sucking on it in a very provocative way -- insinuating the lollipop was the tip of my husband’s penis and that I was giving it a playful blow job.
This little show gave my husband an instant hard-on and he was on the couch next to me before I could blink. Didn't ask me if he could -- just slid off my jeans together with my panties with one quick maneuver of his strong arm and grabbed me by my legs in a way that bough my knees high up in the air and against my shoulders. This spread my pussy lips and exposed the pink flesh hiding in between them.
Having sex at the office and loving it.
I’ve been involved in a secret sexual relationship with a much younger co-worker for about six months now. The exciting part is the fact that we do all of our “dirty deeds” right in his office and during work hours. All this made possible thanks to a convenient location of my co-worker’s office which is near the production plant and in a secluded area of the building. Jay is the Plant Manager.
We’ve been flirting with each other almost since the first day we met, but never followed through on our sexual urges due to the fact that both of us were in committed relationships at the time. Though, that little detail mattered to me much more than it mattered to him back then. Jay’s marriage was falling apart and he wasn’t getting any sexual action at home. The poor guy was constantly horny, so much he would screw anybody and everybody who would only open their legs for him.
Jay liked me a lot and wanted to screw me too. He was especially fascinated with my large breasts and on more than one occasion half-joked that he would kill to see what my nipples looked like.
Then things in my life changed very unexpectedly. My boyfriend of two years dumped me and moved out of our apartment never looking back. Understandably, I was very upset about the break up. For about a month I barely ate or slept and mostly kept to myself at work. It was a difficult time in my life.
But a day came when all the stress, all the upset and all the tension finally went away. It happened suddenly and when I was least prepared for it. I was sitting at my office desk drinking a cup of coffee when at once I felt relaxed and happy. And that’s when it happened… a month’s worth of supressed sexual needs in one quick instant became densely concentrated deeply inside of my pelvis. I needed an orgasm and I needed one right now.
So I went into Jay’s office and closed the door behind me. With a slick move of my hand I pressed the little button in the door knob and quickly locked it. I walked right up to him, stood maybe an inch away and said: “Today is the day you finally get to see my nipples.”
I unbuttoned my shirt and undid my bra from the front. My large breasts were exposed and right at Jay’s eye level. He wasn’t ready for what was happening and looked taken off guard and confused. I suddenly regretted my bold move thinking that he would tell me to button up and leave. I think that he actually did consider that for a brief millisecond. But the longer he stared at my breasts the less confused he looked. In a matter of moments, his sexual animal took hold over his mind and body. You could just tell by the gazed look on his face and his suddenly loud breathing. And I knew at that point that I was in for some nice office sex.
He took my nipple in his mouth and started to suck it. Then the other one. Then managed to stuff both of them inside of his mouth and suck them both at the same time. I was in heaven because nipples are very sensitive erogenous zone on my body and nipple stimulation turns me on very much. Having them sucked hard by a horny man in particular.
When I thought my clitoris was at the point of exploding, I quietly whispered in his ear, “I need to get fucked, Jay.”
So he fucked me.
From behind as I was bending over top of his desk with my skirt pulled
over my hips and my panties down at my feet.
Fucked me hard and good and we both came very fast.
Ever since that first time I come visit Jay in his office on a regular basis. This is not always easy. We both have to be extremely careful not to raise any suspicion around here considering the fact that Jay is still married and also that we are at our place of employment paid to work, not fuck.
Sometimes all I want is to taste his penis in my mouth. He drops his pants and I challenge myself to get him off in less than five minutes. I achieve that each and every time because of a great technique I mastered. At first I suck hard but slow taking him in deeply and enjoying the taste of his penis sliding against my wet tongue. I speed up when he’s close and encourage him to guide the movements of my head to his desired speed, angle and depth of the blow job. I feel like a dirty whore and love the feeling. I let him come in my mouth and enjoy the taste of his ejaculate on my tongue.