It was 1974 and I was working temporarily in Madison, Wisconsin. One evening after work, a married co-worker and I took a cab ride to a place called, I think, "Diamond Don's Cabaret" which featured totally nude dancers. I had heard that Madison and, in fact, the entire state of Wisconsin, was a very liberal place and that liberalism translated into the absolutely horniest night I had ever experienced up to that point (I was 28 at the time.) As a never-married bachelor, during my prior temporary jobs in several states I had always managed to find sexual gratification ranging from a hand job at a "Turkish bath" in Springfield IL to spirited fucking with a "masseuse" in WV to letting an old guy suck my cock in a Chicago video booth. Later in my years, I would greatly expand my horizons in terms of bi-sexuality but at this point, I was strictly hetero and my trip to this strip club wasn't expected to be much out of the ordinary. God--was I pleasantly surprised. My married co-worker Bill most likely hadn't been "out on the town" nearly as much as I, what with his wife's juicy pussy to satisfy him.
The primary attraction for our visit this particular night was that it was advertised as "Amateur Night." I told Bill about previous such nights at strip clubs-that we should expect to see tired old strippers who seen better days trying to pass themselves off as amateurs. The place was full when we got there and it was maybe half an hour before the show was to start, so we found seats at a small two-person table and drank a beer which was served by a well-built University Of Wisconsin co-ed who looked barely old enough to be IN the joint, much less working there. We asked about the "Amateur Night" and she just smiled, blushed a bit, and said "I think you'll like it."
We noticed that off to the side of the stage and toward the rear of the room, a group of delectable young ladies were gathered. From time to time, the usual hubbub in the room would slack off and we could overhear part of what they were chatting about. "Yes, Don said I had to be in the contest tonight" and "I don't really want to but I could use the $100." We didn't have to be geniuses to quickly figure out that the contestants were to be none other than the co-ed waitresses themselves!! Their jobs serving drinks were undoubtedly lucrative, tip-wise and old Diamond Don was one smart cookie. To keep those lucrative jobs they were required to join the contests and show the customers some skin!!! How MUCH skin we were soon to learn.
The dance music started and the group that had been chatting separated, allowing a sweet young blonde thing in a dressing gown to slide through and ascend the tiny stage. Undoubtedly, she had only minutes earlier been one of the chatters who had, for reasons of modesty, slipped into a dressing room to get into whatever costume she was to wear in the "undressing room" where we sat. Kind of silly, I thought-to cover up for just that brief walk to the stage what we were soon going to be seeing a LOT more of.
The gown dropped slowly to the floor as soon as she reached the center of the stage and we saw, not a "costume" at all. She wore simply her normal, everyday underwear-a lacy bra (HAD to be a 36C) and a skimpy pair of panties.!! It was as though she'd just walked in from the street and removed her blouse or sweater and jeans. Her dance lasted just 3 minutes and not even once did she glance into the audience. Her eyes remained shyly downcast at the stage and, even from our distance, we could discern a bit of blush to her pretty cheeks.
The blonde was followed by a brunette of equally young age and innocence. My pal and I remarked how this truly appeared to be AMATEUR night! Her panties were pale yellow and her bra seemed more matronly than that of the blonde but her enthusiasm in shaking her treasures wildly about made up for anything her wardrobe lacked in revealing her heavenly body. She seemed to mind not at all that we were seeing her just as she would lounge around her bedroom.
The brunette was followed by a beautiful black girl, a redhead and another brunette, a total of 5 dancers. Each followed the format-dropping the dressing gown as soon as they got onstage to reveal their every-day underwear. After just the second dancer, I figured out the pattern and gave up any immediate hope of seeing skin anytime soon. So much for the "totally nude dancers" that had been advertised. My cock had begun to stir in my pants but it definitely hungered for MUCH more skin.
The first time I realized that there would be more than just the 5 dancers or maybe even more skin to be shown was when the "sixth" dancer turned out to be the FIRST girl-the blonde with the huge tits, appearing for a second time!! Again she stepped onto the stage, dropped the gown and revealed her dainty underwear. But sooner could I think "Oh, shit-not the same old underwear routine again" than she reached between her mighty 36C cups and slowly released the snap!! My cock was quick to respond and had reached quarter-staff by the time her bra cleared the last tender bit of tit-flesh-a swollen, pale pink (!), and slightly upturned nipple!!!! OHMIGOD!! I was staring at the most perfect set of tits I had ever seen!! Pink is rare enough but pink AND upturned-perky too? I was in horn heaven!!
Blondie blushed even more than she had during her first dance. Redness crept into her lovely face as she felt the hungry eyes of a hundred horny men on her gorgeous breasts. Had I dare to take my eyes off of them for a second, I'm sure I would have seen at least one of the other dancers lick their lips in envy.
Or would it have been salivation at the thought of capturing those lovely nipples with their lips, to be suckled, nipped, and loved? Blondie's perfect tits swayed from side to side in rhythm with the song, a slow, bluesy-type number. She seemed transfixed, lost in the magic of the moment and the song. Too soon it ended and the blush returned to her cheeks as she realized that she had just spent 3 minutes revealing her lovely chest-pillows to the crowd. She exited to the mad applause of the assembled horn dogs. "Damn", I said to my pal-"ever seen any tits to match those?" and he readily agreed that they were exquisite. I'm sure his cock was rising, too, but I didn't know him well enough to inquire. I did note that, like me, he had shifted in his seat a few times, trying to find more room under the small table.
The other 4 dancers followed in turn, each displaying their bare tits for our enjoyment. And interesting tits they had, too-ranging from somewhat smallish to above average. They all appeared to be firm and pleasantly shaped but none came close to comparing to Blondie's.
I truly hoped that I had figured out the pattern. All 5 dancers had done their first number in bra and panties. For this, the second round, they had discarded the bras to proudly show us their plush love-cushions. Dared I hope that there would be a third round? Might they lose the panties as well? Oh, God-that would almost make me cream in my pants. My shorts were already quite damp with pre-cum and my cock was at full-staff, desperately seeking relief or at least escape from its tight confines. I grinned over at my pal and, instinctively sensing the question in my eyes, he said "Yep-me, too!"
I replied "I sure am glad I wore dark jeans tonight" He got the gist of that, too--we'd sure have drawn suspicious, yet knowing looks exiting the club with visible cum stains on lighter color pants. For just a second, as the music from the 5th dancer's second tune died out, a brief thought entered my mind. Maybe we could compare stains in our shorts later, which could lead to even more interesting developments. Would I? Could I dare to offer to rid his leaking cock of its juices with my hands? Or, maybe with my MOUTH? "Nah", I thought, "maybe he had no bi tendencies and he'd hate me forever."
The sound of the next number quickly drew my mind back to the stage. Blondie quickly removed not only her bra but her panties, too as a fast number began!! Hot damn!! Actual totally bare PUSSY! Luscious, juicy, eminently edible 20- year-old pussy!! Revealing the fullest extent of her love treasures was obviously most distressing to Blondie. The blush that had previously occupied just her cheeks had spread upward and captured her petite ears, which had begun to turn purplish as the extent of her arousal became more and more evident. A shame-faced little smile filled her pouting lips until the thunderous approval of the crowd at the sight of her exposed cunt broadened it into a full-fledged smile of approval. She was GLAD she was showing us her pussy! Several guys extended their tongues as if to display how they would lick her, inside and out, to climax if only given the chance. Seeing this turned her on even more and she began suggestively pushing her hips forward as if to reach out to the tongues. One guy began an up-and-down motion in his seat, indicating that he wished her to bounce those huge tits about and she took the hint, moving more wildly to the fast beat. The song ended with her totally exhausted, almost stumbling to the floor as she made her exit, her face and ears ringing with the wild applause even as the full flush of sexual arousal completely blanketed her face and ears. Had she cum as she danced? Had she experienced a gut-wrenching orgasm in the midst of so shamefully fully displaying her beautiful naked body? In my mind, it was clear that she HAD! That would explain the rubberiness of the legs on which she stumbled off the stage.
Turning to my buddy, I said "DAMN! We ain't never gonna see anything hotter than that! I'd leave now but I can't in this condition!"
"Well, it is dark in here and everyone will be watching the other dancers-maybe we oughta chance it."
We made it thru the front door, pausing to cast our vote for Blondie with the bouncer. In the darkness of the cab I furtively sneaked a look over at his lap as the passing street lights offered me a peek. I kept my head back in the shadow of the back seat but was still able to assess his condition. Holy hell- what a lump he exhibited! Extending down his leg was a chunk of man-meat that had to measure at least 8 inches. Definitely it would measure more than a mouthful---for a female OR male mouth!!
I couldn't resist offering one small hint of what was running through my mind. As the cab pulled up to our hotel, I tossed a comment to my pal-"Can't get to sleep with these blue balls. Hafta get some relief somewhere. Maybe the cabbie knows a massage parlor"
He quickly smiled back over his shoulder and said "I know what ya mean. Why don't we just relax back in the hotel and maybe we'll calm down?"
Daring to think that he may have read my mind earlier, I agreed and paid the driver.
As we got off the elevator he said "Why don't you come on in to my room? I ain't exactly tired and we didn't get to chat much at the club. It's hard to talk with your tongue hanging out!"
My ears picked up at the sound of the word "hard" and a wild idea flashed into my mind. Had he really emphasized that word or was it just my still-fevered emotions that hadn't yet descended from the near-climatic peak they had reached while watching Blondie strut her stuff?
I was still so worked up that I thought to myself "What the hell? May as well chance it."
"I know what ya mean by hard. Christ, I thought I was gonna lift that table clear off the floor when the blonde removed her panties."
He chuckled and said "I noticed."
"You NOTICED? Oh, shit! When the hell did you notice?"
"Once or twice when you were staring at the blonde's twat, I had a little peek under the table."
The situation was growing hotter by the minute, so I decided to come clean with him, too. "OK, well I noticed you, too"
"And when was that?"
"In the back of the cab when you thought I wasn't looking. The street lights let me see your lap."
"Well, you old horn dog! Here I was afraid you'd catch me looking earlier and then you sneaked a peek, too! What did you see?"
"I saw one helluva hard on. Man, that sonuvabitch looked like it was gonna tear a hole in your inseam! It HAD to be 8 inches! "
He kept it up, dragging the conversation to an even hornier pitch. "Actually, 7 and a half but who's counting?", he chuckled. "So you were impressed by my hard on?"
I swallowed hard and mumbled "Yes, it looked very attractive"
"Well, even though it was dark it the club, I kinda liked what I saw under the table in your lap, too."
The conversation lagged a bit as we both considered whether this should go any further. After a minute or so, he broke the silence with "If you liked it so much, would you like to see it again?"
A thousand thoughts steamed through my brain as I summoned my courage and half- whispered "Yes"
"OK, tell ya what", he said. "Let's both have another look on the count of three."
Our slacks and shorts hit the floor nearly simultaneously at the count of two- and-a-half, evidencing the extent of our lust.
"Let's sit here on the bed and get a closer look", he suggested slyly.
I was only too glad to sit next to him and study the huge chunk of man-flesh rising from his lap. His cock seemed as if it would reach the seven-and-a-half inches as advertised if it were fully erect. As it were, it hadn't quite fully extended and was on the order of six-and-a-half. Even still, its girth was something to behold. It must have measured 6 inches in circumference! Blue veins strutted down the sides, leading from the plum-colored cut helmet that proudly crowned his trophy down the forest of curls below.
"False advertising!", I cried, with a smile on my face.
"Whattya mean?"
"That ain't no 7 and a half!"
"Well, it ain't totally hard, either. But that CAN be remedied if you wanna see it in all its glory"
"OK-go ahead-stroke it a bit", I ordered.
"No-YOU stroke it. It'll blow up much faster if a strange hand strokes it."
I'd come to far to turn back even though I could sense where this sexual journey was likely to lead. I'd never been to the destination that was looming but I was way too turned on to stop.
He leaned back on the bed and allowed me full access to his raging dick. I reached out gingerly and smeared a bit of his pre-cum around the head and slowly spread it up and down the immense shaft. The cock immediately began responding, growing at a rapid pace to fill my hand in less than two minutes. My eyes were glued to this happening and the wonder at its lightning rise temporarily took my mind off the stroke and I let it slow.
"No, don't stop now", he commanded.
I resumed with a quicker and tighter stroke and soon had him moaning his approval.
"Looks like about 7 and a half to me", I crowed and stopped my ministrations.
"Nope-you're wrong", he whispered hoarsely. "That's only 7 and about as far as it goes by hand, generally."
"OH?", I inquired. "And what's required to go the extra half inch?" I knew the answer but I wanted to hear him say it.
"It needs your LIPS and TONGUE!!!
Happy to comply and to find out at last what sucking a cock tastes like, I scooted off the bed and down on to my knees. I learned forward and captured his magnificent cock with my sticky hand and brought it to my lips. I rubbed my lips back and forth on the glistening head, while letting just the tip of my tongue sop up the pre-cum. Damn-it wasn't bad at all!! A little salty but not so much as to repel my inquisitive tongue. I decided to go all the way.
I widened my mouth to its fullest extent and even THAT width was just barely enough to capture the fat, purplish head of this exquisite cock. There was hardly enough room for my tongue to fit underneath, but I made do as best I could and began a butterfly dance, washing the underside of the huge cock head from side to side. My efforts quickly registered on my buddy as he started to twist his hips and moan softly. He seemed to want even more, though, and his hips soon started surging forward, seeking to place his by now steaming rock of man meat even deeper into my mouth. I tried my best to accommodate him but the combination of his width and length was more than I could handle. I offered instead a bobbing motion, taking in as much as I dared without gagging, sucking mightily on the intake and licking feverishly as it slid out. The portion that wouldn't fit into my mouth I stroked rapidly with a firm hand.
This combined attack on his wonderful love weapon seemed to work, for in no time, he was gasping and whispering "I'm coming" The warning had barely time to register on my frenzied mind before the first hot spurt jetted into my waiting mouth. Its force was such that I didn't get to taste it at all-it shot directly down my gullet and I had to fight to restrain my gag reflex. I managed to do so and the second shot, only slighter less powerful, did not trigger the reflex. By the third pulse, I took my leisurely time to savor the flavor emanating from his loins. I rolled it around all sides of my tongue and experienced several sensations at once--ot, sticky, salty, thick, and GREAT!!! God help me, I never thought I'd hear that thought roll through my head. I'd just sucked my first cock to completion and I LOVED the result! It took no time at all to decide that this was something I'd love to do over and over again. And to think I'd wasted all those years and all those possible mouthfuls trying to hew to the "straight" path. My decision was made-from now on the "bi-way" would be for me.
That night I had learned two lessons. At the strip club I had found that what pushed my button best was the fact that the girls were truly amateurs. It was totally boner-raising to turn on to realize that they were the same lovely creatures I had seen walking down the street, tits bouncing freely in bra-less blouses and with their firm asses swaying sweetly as they'd passed. They could have been the cheerleaders I lusted for in high school or my next door neighbor, or, even my SISTER (sorry, Mom.) On the street I could only imagine what lie beneath their clothes and tonight I had seen it all. I am certain that a major factor in their amateur status was the extreme blushing that accompanied the baring of their lovely tits and pussies for a roomful of horny hard-on afflicted males. Somehow to my perverted (?) thoughts, the shame they exhibited was a HUGE turn on. It has long been written that many females of our species has a deep-seated wish to be dominated and the girls that had been "forced" into the contest to keep their jobs seemed to fit that characterization. In truth, they could have just walked out on Diamond Don-they were not his captives. By going along with his plan and stripping for us, they had meekly accepted his domination and its effect on them was apparent in the sexual fervor they evinced once they got started. Hell-I could swear that Blondie had come! I am firmly convinced that I will never get into the S&M scene-that would be too radical. Mildly suggesting to females that they do something down and dirty and totally out of their nature is as strong as I'll ever get. Many times I will be firmly rebuffed but, when females receptive to bit of shaming accept, we will both get our rocks off.
The second lesson is obvious. Don't limit your horizons to just the straight path. Be daring enough to try something frowned upon by society. If a pal says "let's go to amateur night", take him up on it. Who knows? He may have other plans for later! You might get lucky like I did.
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