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cum filled cunt freidaAs a stripper, I normally don’t do private parties. The money is not as good and the guy is usually dull. They always want to live out some boring suburban fantasy about 2 girls or getting spanked, or even worse, they are afraid to touch you because their wives might get mad.

But when you came up to me in the club, waving a ton of cash and promising an adventure, I couldn’t resist.

When I reached the meeting spot and saw that it was an abandoned warehouse, I new this was not going to be ordinary.

It was pitch black inside and i couldn’t see at all. My skin got prickly when I felt your breath on the back of my neck whispering that you were just going to put this blind fold on and to take your hand and follow along. I did as I was told. I was already getting moist.

You snapped your fingers and I heard footsteps come closer to us. You ordered the person to remove my clothes. The latex gloves touching my skin sent a wave of intoxication through me.

The person gathered my things and walked away, and another was summoned and fitted me with a collar. You gave the collar a sharp yank and instantly dropped me to my knees scrapping them and causing them to bleed.

I heard the collar person walk away and never heard the footsteps of the people who attached chained cuffs to my wrist! How many people where here, anyway?!

You command another to bring the tools! I heard a switch and then incredibly loud music, so loud you can’t think! And then without command, as if following a script, all of the servants, with their latex gloves, began to unleash a never ending series of erotic and painful torments.

It started simple enough with what felt like an over sized vibrator being driven into my dripping cunt. That went on through out the night, even after I had splattered loads of sticky milk all over who ever was in control.

Then an additional tool was inserted deep into my corn hole. Both holes were being pounded non stop. I thought I would start to lose feeling and then a second tool was added to each fuck hole. My ass was stretched beyond its limit and my body was life less on the floor.

Another person grabbed my hair and yanked my head back and you ordered a person to get into position. The person pulling my hair shoved my head back down, burying my face into a tiny hairless pussy. You commanded that I eat to keep up my strength. I obeyed your command. I love the idea of you controlling me! And from what I can determine, all of these silent servants with their latex gloves are OTHER GIRLS under your control to!

I was so dehydrated from squirting everywhere but my wore out cunt was still throbbing in ecstasy!

I was yearning for your cock in my mouth, I was begging for it with what little energy I had left. But you denied me. That was the ultimate torture.

You whispered into my ear as I lie exhausted in a pool of my own cum, that you never touch the girl on the first night and that there would be instructions when I woke up.

The next day, I woke up in the most exquisite hotel room with a card leaning against a sky high stack of money. The card simple stated a phone number and that I should expect a call from that number for further training if I was to join intended to join your team.

No one has ever given me such an erotic experience!

So I am sitting waiting for that call….I need you to train me!

“Take you daughter to work” day

cum filled cunt freidaI just finished another shift swinging on the pole. I was gathering up my gear to head home and I couldn’t find that little brat anywhere. She typically waits in a small room back stage. I heard her giggling out by the pole so I went to check it out.

There she was wiggling her tiny little ass and rubbing up against the pole while someone in the audience was tossing dollar bills at her. She giggled as she hopped up and down to try and catch them. “Look mommy! I can do it just like you!”

I couldn’t see who the man was. It was dark in the sitting area and the stage was lit so bright that you can’t see anything else when you’re on it. I thought the place was empty. Hell, we closed over an hour ago.

I called out to see who it was but no one answered. Then he threw his neck tie at me.

“What do you want me to do with this?”

He tells me to tie her to the pole. I must have been high as fuck cus I agreed to do it. As I tied her soft little body to the pole I whispered in her ear that we were gonna play a game. She just squeeled with excitement. The voice ordered me to lick my daughters innocent little pussy. It was so smooth….so soft. I was getting so fucking wet.

She was just giggling. “Mommy, that tickles funny.”

The voice told me to keep her quiet or he would fill her mouth so she couldn’t talk but I didn’t hear him. I was really enjoying her tin little cunt. It has been a long time since mine was that fresh and tight.

Then I heard his pants unzip and drop to the floor.

I turned and tried to see him but I just heard his footsteps getting closer.

“What do you want?” I asked him.

“Just tell me what you want.”

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Being a nasty little stripper has had limitless benefits so far. Guys get so weak whenever they see me dancing and twirling around the pole, they can’t help but throw their hard earned money at me. Why lie? I do love the attention and I love it just as much as I love the easy money too.
There’s just something about stripping all my clothes off and dancing naked in front of all those men that makes me feel powerful. Even though I am fully exposed, I don’t feel vulnerable at all. When I’m on the stage, I’m the one in control. I wish I could do it forever, that’s how much I love it.

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The only thing better than being on stage is when a man likes what he saw all stage so much that he wants to take me upstairs to the champagne room. Whenever a man makes up his mind to do that I ask for whatever price I want. Sometimes, I lower the price if he’s attractive or if I’m just horny. Sometimes, I just adjust my price depending on desperate for cash I am or based on how much money I think he has.
One of my most recent customers was a boy named Andy. I could tell he was broke usually, but that he was throwing away his money like he was made of it. Eventually after watching me dance two times on stage he decided he wanted to go upstairs. With him, I really pushed the limits because he was obviously drunk and acting like his pockets were bottomless. I got what remained of his tax return check that night believe it not, and for almost nothing too. Just a five minute job is all it took for him to explode in my mouth. I walked away with over 800 dollars and a mouthful of cum, it was a good night.

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