I'd never been to a male cartoon strip club…..didn't really even know they existed. But when my friend - Anne - got divorced, my other friend - Chrissy - called to secernate me she was taking Anne out on the town….did I want to get together them ? The plan was to have a prissy meal, salute too a lot wine, and end up at a male strip society where we could ogle well-hung guys…. drink More wine…..and ogle Sir Thomas More au naturel guys.

I said,"Sure. Barry's out of town again this week for work, so any day works for me."

Chrissy said,"Don's going hunting this weekend at the deer lease, so let's do it Saturday night."

"sound good to me,"I said….then added,"Actually, I've never been to one of these places….I'm kinda excited about checking it out."

Chrissy exclaimed,"Oh, Paula, you'll love it. The guys are all well- built with huge cocks that are barely covered….until they're uncovered….it'll botch up your mind. I go whenever Don goes to his deer lease with his sidekick. Since Barry's out of town a lot, you might require to connect me sometimes."

"I don't know….I guess we'll see how Saturday goes…"

On Saturday eventide, I put on a red, halter dress that hugged all of my curvature beautifully. I couldn't wear a bra with this clothes, so it allowed my unfettered D-cup mamilla to jiggle and sway beneath the cloth, showing off obvious nipple protrusion through the thin, stretchable material. Underneath I wore a yoke of T-back panties that helped veil any pantie lines around my hips. I was a bit self-aware at first, but - with a little service from some wine while I dressed - I ended up feeling sexy and adventurous by the sentence I was driving to the eating place to meet Chrissy and Anne.

We met at a overnice restaurant just down the street from the slip stick, where we ate and titter and booze too lots wine….just like we had planned. Afterwards we left our motorcar where they were and walked to the clubhouse with the house that read"Totally Naked Guys"blazing in the darkened window.

We were shown to a table near the center stage, and I spent a minute checking out the place and what was going on. The guy on stage was a better-looking, muscular guy who was gyrating his torso, and thrusting his pelvic arch in calendar method to the gruelling beat of the music which filled the full elbow room. His naked cock was impressively big, and it was flopping around between his legs, along with his egg, banging against his thighs as he swiveled and"danced"to the music. I could see that he had an rubber band strap around his shank that form of looked like a athlete shoulder strap without the cloth covering his dick…..and as I watched other cleaning woman approach the level, I realized this was so they could sneak greenback underneath the strap while he danced in forepart of them.

Right about then a waiter approached our table and stood between Chrissy and me. He was also well-built - like all the early guy I saw around the elbow room - and naked, except for a lilliputian thong underwear that left his ass cheeks completely exposed, with a sheath for his cock and a sack for his balls. The fabric of his sheath was so thin, I could see that he was circumcised, with a nice, mushroom shaped tip to his cock. He seemed to recognize Chrissy….which made horse sense, since she said she comes here whenever Don was at the cervid lease….so after a associate commutation with her, he asked us what we'd all like to drink.

As we discussed what drinks to order, I noticed Chrissy's manus slip beneath the server's ass buttock and between his leg, where she started running her fingertips up and down the length of his dig. He didn't miss a beat and continued discussing drink option with the three of us….even as Chrissy's paw continued toying with the head of his motherfucker and fondling his balls through the material of his G-string. Once all our boozing were ordered, the server stood where he was for a few more second gear, smiling down at Chrissy. After a few more strokes, Chrissy released his dick and pulled her hand out from between his legs, giving his ass a quick clinch as she did. Then he left to place our purchase order at the bar.

Chrissy winked at me and said,"That's Tony. He's a dancer, too, but some nights he just waits tables. He's one of my favorites."

As we chatted amongst ourselves, I continued checking out the way. In general it appeared that waiter and dancers all wore the Same outfit….which meant they were completely au naturel, except for a thong with a sheath for their shafts and a sack for their balls, which allowed both to spring and swing freely as they moved around the room or danced on stage. It was also obvious that this was optional, as I could see waiters at several tables with their G-strings pulled aside as women fondled their nut sacks and stroked their exposed cocks. Some had broad erections, but to the highest degree were only semi-hard. All the cocks were impressive, and my head was on a swivel trying to deal it all in.

I leaned over to Chrissy and said,"Isn't there a rule about touching their dicks ?"

She said,"I guess so, but it's never enforced. All the server and dancers let the customers stroke their pricks and fondle their balls….it increases their tips."She nodded to some closed door in the rear of the room and said,"If you want to do more than caress them, they have VIP rooms over there."

Tony came back with our drinks, and Chrissy squeezed his ass cheek and cupped his clump from backside again, as he placed the crapulence around the tabular array in nominal head of us. As we sipped our vino, I started watching the new dancer on stage and was particularly impressed. He was well-favored, with a nifty physique, and his hanging shaft was long and thick-skulled, swinging wildly between his peg as he gyrated to the music.

Chrissy saw me watching him, and nudge me with her elbow."Go up there and put some money in his G-string."I laughed, then decided…"what the hell."I grabbed a five dollar bill circular from my purse and walked up to the edge of the leg. He saw me approaching, and he ‘ danced'his way over to where I stood. He rocked his hips a few meter above me, making his penis and orchis flounce and sway. Then he squatted down in strawman of me, with his leg spread all-embracing and his semi-hard prick dangling right in movement of my face.

With a devious smile on his face and his center locked onto my swaying titty and nipple bumps he said,"Hi, beautiful. What do you possess for me there ?"

I blushed when I saw where his center were looking and laughed a little, making my titty jiggle more - which he seemed to apprise - then I held up the five dollar bill and slipped it underneath the G-string strap around his waistline, bumping my helping hand against the head of his cock as I did. He stayed in his squatting berth for a few Thomas More seconds, with his branch bedcover and his big putz bouncing precariously close to my look. I was sort of mesmerized by the way his long shaft swung back and Forth River between his bed covering legs. Then our center met for a second before I smiled, turned and headed back to my table.

For the next 20 moment, or so, the three of us were drinking, laughing and taking in the view around us when Anne told us how a great deal fun she was having, and how honest it felt to be out of the household, and among handsome, well-hung guys…especially since they were naked. Chrissy pointed to the VIP rooms in cover and said,"You can always pass a few special transactions with one of the dancers back there. It's probably been a piece since you've had a decent fuck, right ?"

Anne laughed and said,"You've got that right. Steve and I hadn't had sex for almost a year before we finally got divorced….and it wasn't all that great when we WERE having sex. He's not that big, and - frankly - he's not that adept in the sack."

As she said this, her eyes kept roaming the room for one of the dancers who were offering lap dance or trip to a VIP room. She caught the eye of one, and he sauntered over to the table, with his semi-hard prick swinging back and Forth between his ramification as he approached us. His hammer was tucked into the sheath of the G-string around his waist, although we could easily see the schema made by the fountainhead of his rooster and all the nervure of his shaft through the thin, stretchable material.

When he got to the mesa he stepped up to Anne and gently gyrated his hips, causing his peter to swing slowly in forepart of her face. Her eyes were pretty a great deal locked onto his jiggling rod as he asked…."See anything you like ?"

Anne smiled up at him, reached out with one helping hand and traced her fingertips up and down the distance of his swaying magnetic pole and said,"Definitely."

"How about if we take this to a VIP room in the back ?"he said, with a big grin.

Anne glanced at Chrissy and me, then back at the professional dancer and said,"auditory sensation good….lead the way."As they left the table, Anne looked back at Chrissy and me and gave us a big smile before slipping through one of the VIP doors with her new dancer-friend.

Chrissy and I looked at each other and giggled, agreeing that this is exactly what Anne needed following her divorce, then turned our attention back to the mostly au naturel tool and testicle swinging and bouncing around the room.

A few minutes later, I felt strong hands gently kneading my articulatio humeri from behind me. It felt keen, but it surprised me, and I turned in my professorship to who it was. It was the dancer I had tipped on-stage standing behind me. He had a huge smile on his face, and the shaft of his long prick was hanging directly in front of my case, nearly bumping into my nose.

"Just wanted to stop by and say ‘ thank'for the tip while I was on stage."

Trying not to stare at his beautiful, dangling dick in my face, I said,"It was my pleasure."I let my eyes shift down to his swaying dick for a brief second, adding,"You're fun to watch."

"Thanks….my name is Thad….you interested in joining me in one of the VIP rooms for some extra care ?"He asked, with a grin.

I had to admit to myself that watching all the bouncing pecker and naked man-flesh around the room for the past times time of day had me totally aroused and extremely wet. I looked over at Chrissy, who smiled and nodded her approving, then looked back at Thad and said,"Sure. Why not ?"

Thad grabbed my deal and led me to the VIP room right future to the one Anne and her social dancer had disappeared into.

I had never been in a VIP room, so - while Thad closed the door behind us - I took a endorse to count around. A span of things stood out to me. outset - there was a big, spacious, over-stuffed death chair with rolled arms that looked VERY comfortable. I could conceive of various ways it could be used to do what I thought Thad and I were about to do. Second - it wasn't as wickedness as I had expected, which I liked. It meant I could see everything going on, which I definitely preferred.

And lastly - I was surprised that I could actually listen Anne in the room next to us pretty clearly. She was obviously being fucked by the social dancer she had chosen. I could hear her grunt and ecphonesis as he pounded his shaft into her twat over and over. I smiled to myself as I listened to her fuck noises through the wall…."Unh…Unh…Unh…Oh my God…that feels…so good….Unh ... Unh…Unh…"

This had me even more turn on, and by now my snatch was absolutely dripping. I turned to Thad and noticed that he had already tossed his G-sting digression, leaving his impressive cock swinging freely between his legs. He pushed me back onto the big chair, kicked my pegleg apart and stepped between them, draping his semi-hard dick across my Chin. He gyrated his hips a bit, which caused his shaft to gently slap my face as I settled back into the chair cushions and enjoyed the sense impression of a stiff cock rubbing against my cheeks.

With one hand on the vertebral column of the chair for support, Thad leaned into me, using his other hand to grab his growing cock and nudge it against my lips. I opened my oral fissure and sucked gently on the tip, then opened a little wider and drew the unhurt dick into my mouth. Thad moaned, then started slowly rocking his pelvic girdle until he was sliding his terminal in and out of my sassing in earnest. I eagerly bobbed my question back and forth on his growing rod, using one helping hand to stroke the entire shaft as I sucked it, and using the other manus to fondle his dangling nut sack bouncing against my chin.

Between Thad's moans I could still hear Anne succeeding threshold moaning and grunting as she enjoyed a effective dick-pounding. I smiled around Thad's erection pumping in and out of my mouth as I heard Anne's rising spokesperson from next door…"Oh, my God…..I'm going to cum…..Oh…Unh….Unh…Yeah, just like that….Unh…Unh….Ooooohhhh, fuck that feels good…..Aaahhhh, God, that's amazing….Aaaahhhhh…"Just as Anne's moans started to soften, I heard a oink and the obvious strait of her social dancer finishing inside her -"Yes …Yes …Yeeeeesssss …Unh …Unh …Unh …. Aaaaahhhh, yes…."This was followed by low murmurs from both of them, along with the squishy sounds of a stiff quill sliding slowly in and out of a cum-filled pussy.

I pulled Thad's thickening rod out of my sass and began stroking it with one paw, jerking it to full moon erection, while using my other paw to stroke my pussy lips and rub my throbbing clitoris. I was absolutely drenched now, and I wanted this putz inside me….NOW ! Still pumping with one hand, I pulled my panties aside with the early, then guided the head of Thad's penis to my dripping pussy and pulled him gently toward the opening. He took it from there, cramming his entire cock into me with a single big pushing. Oh, my God, that felt good ! I was so wet he slid in easily. I let out a moan, grabbed his ass buttock with both custody and pulled him hard into my aching cunt. Thad slammed his shaft into me over and over, causing me to grunt with every thrust. I moaned and rocked my hips in regular recurrence with his pounding prick.

Thad pulled the top of my haltere frock down so that my big boobs popped out and started bouncing back and forth on my chest. His centre were locked on my tits for a minute of arc as they swung freely, bumping into each other from the forcefulness of his thrusts….he was clearly enjoying the appearance. Then, with a big grin, he grabbed both of them, squeezing the flesh and pulling on the nipples, as he continued pounding his cock in and out of my cunt with gusto. His dick was hitting all the right spots inside my twat, and I let out a squeal as a coming rocketed through my entire body. I grabbed Thad's business firm ass cheeks tightly, mashing his inguen hard between my counterpane legs, and held him there while I ground my clitoris against the root word of his dick. In less than a second I felt a indorse orgasm race over me like a warm tsunami. I moaned out my pleasure, holding Thad's coxa tight against my crotch, as my climax slowly ebbed.

Thad let me enjoy my two sexual climax, then flipped me over so that I was on my knee, facing the back of the chair, with my legs bed cover and my cunt fully exposed to his vast prick in a doggystyle situation. He wasted no metre lining up the tip of his cock with my gaping vagina, then slamming it all the way in with a monolithic push. He began sliding his prick into and out of my snatch again, in earnest, picking up the rate as he went. He reached underneath my chest and started squeezing and fondling my swinging breasts, which were bouncing like weirdo from the pounding he was giving me from behind. I used one deal to support myself against the rachis of the chairperson, and reached between my spread wooden leg with the former handwriting and began rubbing my clitoris, as I sensed another climax approaching.

My clit-rubbing worked, and I exploded into another amazing orgasm, as Thad continued to constrict my dummy and slam his shaft into and out of my vagina. Just as I moaned out my third climax, I felt Thad catch both my articulatio coxae and, with a mighty knife thrust, erupt inside me, sending forget me drug after rope of strong, sticky cum deep into my drenched pussy.

I laid my promontory against the backbone of the chairman and closed my eyes for a second gear, relishing my ebbing climax and enjoying Thad's stiff perch still sliding in and out of my soaking wet twat from behind. Cum and puss juices were dripping down the interior of my thighs, while Thad continued pushing his cock in and out of me, slowly emptying the utmost bit of cum from his nut sacque into the depths of my cunt.

As we caught our breather, I noticed that I couldn't hear Anne in the VIP room next room access anymore, so I figured she and her social dancer had finished her ‘ special attention ’.

After a few More minutes, Thad pulled his softening shaft out of my kitty-cat with a"plop ”, then handed me a towel to clean myself with. After I wiped up everything, I slipped my panties back in place, tucked my knocker back into the top of my hemp dress, then got up and adjusted my dress around my hips. I watched Thad put his G-string back on, sliding his prick into its cocktail dress, and tucking his glob into the thong sack between his legs….ready to go back to work.

There was a mirror on the rampart side by side to the room access, so I checked myself out before we left the room. I decided I looked OK, so Thad opened the door for me, and I headed back to the table, where Anne and Chrissy were sharing giggling conversation….about her ‘ special attention'from the professional dancer, no doubt.

I sat down and added my ‘ special aid'story to the discussion, and we laughed and drank and ogled the swinging dicks until they closed the home and we had to leave.

After that astonishing dark, Anne started going to that strip club various times a month. Chrissy joined whenever her hubby was at the deer letting with his buddies, and I went with them whenever my hubby was out of town on business sector. I guess we averaged about two to three times per month, depending on whether or not it was hunting season. We each had our dearie social dancer, and we all made very good use of the VIP way .