Anniversary Trip ch.2 - Sex Slave Stripper - Sex Stories

Anniversary Trip ch.2 - Sex Slave Stripper

... and the thin bra. Her 36D breasts swung freely, their nipples hardening in the air. Down came the short shorts. The crotch was soaked. She wore no panties. I had not permitted them. She stood there, naked except for the high heels and butt plug in her ass. Paula was surprised at the clothing I had laid out. She expected to be dressed in a slutty outfit. Instead, there was a tight, but modest skirt with a hemline that was only three inches above her knees. The blouse was low cut enough to show her cleavage but was not transparent. The half-bra was conservative given the fact that it was only a half bra. There was a small garter belt and hose lying on the bed along with a pair of thin, but full panties. The only erotic item was the four-inch high-heels that had straps up around her ankles. Four rings and two bracelets lay on the bed. &#034Get dressed. We're having dinner in the four-star restaurant downstairs. And bend over. It's time for your butt plug to come out.&#034 My wife was delighted. She bent over and presented her shapely ass for my inspection. The big plug was firmly embedded in her as she had been sitting on it all afternoon, each time driving it firmly into the depths of her ass. I had to exert a lot of pressure to pull it out. When it finally slid out of her, her asshole gaped open, still fully lubricated with the KY jelly I had put in her. I handed her a tissue and ordered her to dress. At 6:30 PM, we were having a gourmet meal. It was fantastic as was the ...

... 1974 Chateau Latour I had ordered with the meal. Paula beamed. After dinner, I told my slave that we were now going to a local strip club. For the first time, my wife looked apprehensive. The club was filled with men and some couples. The dancers were very erotic. Each stripped completely, ending their routines either completely naked or wearing just their high heels. After we had watched two of the dancers, I asked our waitress, a big- breasted young girl, if I could speak with the Manager. Ten minutes later, Frank was seated at our table. &#034Frank&#034, I said, &#034this is our 10th wedding anniversary this week and we're on vacation. For reasons that I won't describe, my wife, Paula, is my sex slave for today and tomorrow.&#034 When I said that, Frank's interest noticeably perked up. He openly assessed my wife, her breasts, her body, her face. &#034Nice sex slave&#034, was his only comment. &#034Anyway, Paula has always fantasized about stripping in front a huge group of men and I want to make her fantasy into a reality. How about letting her work as a stripper tonight? No charge. I promise you, my Sex Slave will work very hard to please your customers.&#034 Frank looked at my wife. &#034You know, Honey, that all our dancers strip all the way, don't you? If you dance, you strip it all off. Do you think you can handle that?&#034 Paula bit her lip and nodded. &#034You don't look too sure. I'm very serious. You have to take it all off. My customers expect to see what you have ...