MY LADY WINS A NIGHT WITH A MALE STRIPPER - Sex Stories

MY LADY WINS A NIGHT WITH A MALE STRIPPER

... a third or fourth person on an irregular basis: Sunday afternoon is our preferred time, what better way to spend an afternoon?

One of the biggest keys to commanding presence in a room is to embrace my feminine nature she likes to tell me.

“Can you tell me again what you have organised Sarah? Is the voucher for you or us?,” I asked a week later at eight on the Friday night, while we were waiting in the foyer of the local Hyatt. She had warned me, or was it promised me, she wanted her and I to explore and create some eroticism, high-class pornography that night.

“Our erotic night starts here, now,” she told me an hour earlier in her dressing room as I admired her wonderful naked body as she dressed. Black, cup-less bra first. “Does my ass look big?,” she teased as I admired it, while she strutted to one of her shelves of lingerie. “Will my ass look big in this tiny, black, g-string? I hope so? Do my heels tone with my g-string? Is this skirt too short? Do I look like a woman in her forties who would attend a hen’s night to admire the stripper?”

“Do you want to fuck him? Is he expecting to fuck you? Is that part of the voucher prize you won?,” I asked already aroused as I tried to second guess her.

“I am not sure yet. Do I have your permission to fuck him? It could be very exciting for all of us. A man with a twelve-inch erection, you know size is important for me. And you.”

“You know our rules, if you fuck another man, you can expect a spanking from me. And ...

... I expect to fuck another woman, an eye for an eye, just as we have done in the past.”

“Oh wow, that could be very exciting for all of us,” she replied as she kissed me with the tip of her tongue.

“Your arrangements are in place madam, suite 3333 on level thirty-three,” the bellhop told Sarah with a knowing smile as he admired her wonderful thighs showcased by her short skirt as she crossed her legs for him.

“Sorry I’m late Sarah, so hard to get a cab on a Friday night,” Anya, one of her girlfriends whispered breathlessly as she caught up with us. “Do I look alright? I dressed just as you asked me to Sarah.” I had met Anya a few times, but never looking as glamorous and sexy as this in heels and a short skirt similar to Sarah’s.

“Hello Bryan, these are my friends Anya and Roger, remember me? I was your prize, tonight I am your prize,” Sarah told him, overflowing with self confidence as we entered.

“I am here for your sexual pleasure Sarah. Are your friends expecting sexual pleasure with me also? I hope so, a bonus for me another woman and a man, all sexually appealing and all older than me, one of my fetishes,” he told us as the sexual tension sky rocketed.

He was wearing a hotel issue short, white, terry towel robe over his freshly showered body. Sarah’s de***********ion of him was spot on: A male stripper, mid-twenties. an absolute spunk, light brown skin, six-feet tall, wide shoulders, slim waist with a toned, taut body, super confident in what he had to ...