I let the cool water of the shower cascade down my rock hard body after a grueling workout in the gym. My muscles were tired but I felt pumped up and ready to take on the world as another unemployed artist in one of the East Coast cities.
I was proud of my 6’2” athletic physique, my 18” biceps, my six-pack abs, my gluteus buttocks – but most of all, my 8-inch penis. My hairless tanned and unblemished skin, my long blond hair and blue eyes had many women swoon over me, but got me nowhere. That was until I met Nevada, an erotic dancer.
I was toweling down when this beautiful naked man walked up to me to look at my body. The way he admired my form made me uncomfortable but I could feel blood flowing into my cock.
“Have you ever tried dancing?” he asked.
“Money, of course, and it looks like you could use some.” He turned to me, held out his hand and said: “The name’s Nevada, the owner and lead dancer of the Highwaymen.”
Nevada was maybe in his early thirties and had more muscle definition than I, but my dick was longer and thicker. I’ve read about the famous Highwaymen, a troupe of men stripping for horny women in nightclubs all over America. I shook his hand and said:
“I’m Mike and how do you know I need money?”
“I’ve seen your car.”
OK. I must admit, I was hard up for cash and my jalopy was a 1977 faded red VW Beetle that used more oil than fuel. What could I lose?
“Are you offering me a job?”
“You have to try out first,” he said. That was how I became a Highwayman, “robbing” unsuspecting women of their inhibitions.
That was twelve months ago and my body provided pleasure to many women and a few men (that is another story
). It also provided me a lot of cash. These days I’m one of the solo dancers and get to dance one number with the troupe and do two solos in an evening. The fringe benefits I received from pleasuring women were for my own enjoyment and once in a while I got to fuck one of the horny girls.
Last week the Highwaymen performed at a Mid-Western city and during my last act the bachelorette party at the table next to the stage became very rowdy. I was doing my Count Dracula routine and was down to my fangs, my cape and g-string. The eight women were encouraging the raven hair bride-to-be in a blue mini dress and white shirt to put money in my g-string. I invited the 5’3” beauty onto the stage and played the seductive bloodsucking count to her demure Mina. With my left hand, I cover her body with the cape while I removed her shirt and mini dress with my right hand. When I opened the cape she was standing only in her small salmon pink bra and matching thong. Her breasts were straining to jump out of the skimpy bra while she rubbed her beautiful ass against my hardening cock. The crowd went wild.
I slid my hand over her flat belly and let it rest at the top of the thong. I “bit” her slender neck with my fake fangs and broke the small plastic capsule filled with thick red liquid I kept hidden in my mouth. As the “blood” oozed down her throat my hand slipped down her thong, over her shaven mound, to stop at her wet swollen clitoris. She gave an audible sigh of pleasure and opened her legs to allow my hand further access to her pussy. I massaged her slit with the back of my thumb and pushed two fingers into her juicy cunt. We swayed like this to the beat of the music for a few seconds. I unclipped her bra with my free hand and her 34C breasts burst free. I grabbed a handful of her firm breast and started to roll the nipple between my fingers. She pulled my fingers from her pussy and licked off her own cunt nectar.
She quickly removed her thong and waved the wet crotch in my face. I covered her again with the cape when she dropped to her knees to remove my g-string. My dick sprang free from its confinement and stood to attention. I opened the cape again to reveal her with my hard cock in her mouth. She flicked her tongue over the opening and I could feel my precum mixing with her saliva. The crowd went wild. Her friends shouted encouragement and cheered her on. “Suck him! Fuck him!” She kissed the purple head and sucked it down her mouth.
For the finale I moved behind her and easily scooped her in my arms. My hands were all over her body and she clasped her legs behind mine as if we have rehearsed this move before. Facing the audience, I moved my hot cock up and down her slippery slit to come to rest at the tip of her clit with my wet dick’s eye smiling at the audience. She shivered with lust and tried to get my dick in her cunt. For a moment I thought what would her future husband say about her behavior? But maybe he was fucking a stripper at his bachelor’s party.
As the music died down, I covered us both with my cape and the stage manager cut the lights. Under the darkness and the applause I carried her off, gathering our clothes in the process. The music changed to let the Highwaymen onto the stage. That gave us 30-minutes alone.
Backstage I dropped her on the large couch, opened her legs to worship her sexual center. I softly licked her smooth outside lips and moved my tongue to her protruding clit. I played with it, and then sucked on her puffy cunt lips. I heard a moan escape from her depths. I inserted two fingers in her hot, wet canal and fucked her with it. She wriggled under my attention and pulled my head deeper into her cunt.
But my cock needed some pussy wrapped around it. I crawled over her luscious body and inserted my throbbing shaft into her tight pussy. She quickly turned me on my back and she started riding me, up and down, in and out. She was the only woman who could take my whole 8-inches. Her breasts swayed as she gyrated her hips on my love pole. I just hope that her future husband has a big dick.
I could feel my orgasm building up deep from within my balls and my sensitive cock cried for release. I wiggled her swollen clit between my fingers and could feel her juices flowing freely. With a scream she released her sexual tension, threw her arms in the air in an act of praise and fell exhausted on my chest. Her hard nipples pressed against mine and I felt my cock expand inside her. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pumped my cock into her cunt and after a few powerful thrusts, released my cum.
We took a few moments to recover. She grinned happily as she got off me and gathered her clothes. She wiped her pussy with a Kleenex to get rid of the evidence, quickly dressed and gave me a kiss.
“Thanks for the fuck. Now I can go and tie the knot,” she said. “By the way, just cut the Dracula act. You’re the only vampire in the world with a beautiful tan,” and walked out.
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