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Subject: Moroccan Club (exhib, gang)
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I have always been fascinated by the prospect of being naked through
no apparent fault of my own and have taken advantage of every
opportunity to flash. My most recent experience however, was a
surprise and could have easily turned into a real bad scene.

I was on vacation in Morocco and had found my way to Marrakesh. In the
main square that night as I was eating dinner, I was befriended by a
good looking Moroccan man, about 20 years old. He was so charming and
we sat together talking about travelling while we ate. He invited me
to join him at a night club only frequented by local people and
because I like to experience life the way foreign people live it, I
agreed.

Now, I should explain that I am blonde, about 5'10", 25 years old and
work out a lot. My body is hard and I work to keep it that way. I have
no fat to speak of, measure 35-22-34 and have long legs that I love to
show off in high heels and black stockings.

We finished eating and I of course was drinking wine, although it is
not always easy to find in muslim countries. We walked down one of the
wide boulevards Marrakesh is famous for, still chatting. The evening
was warm for April and the smell of jasmine was strong in the air. We
went into the club which was hardly noticeable as a night spot. Once
we got inside, it was dark and music was pulsating from deeper inside.
We were ushered into a large room which had a long stage, almost like
a runway. As my eyes started to get used to the dark, I noticed that
there were a lot of men sitting at tables along with a few women. We
ordered drinks and the heat had made me thirsty. I drank my drink down
almost immediately and then another one. After my third drink, I was
feeling really good.

I was dressed in a black wraparound shirt and a long black skirt,
which had a long slit up the side, but which also had buttons. I had
self supporting sheer black stockings and black high heel pumps. Of
course, I had almost all the buttons on the skirt fastened (not a good
idea in muslim countries to wear miniskirts).

I was just thinking about how much effect the drinks had had on me
when the music started playing louder and floodlights came on over the
runway. A moroccan girl came out and started dancing very seductively
on stage and I watched her every move. She was dressed in very flimsy
clothes and as she danced, she slowly removed some material from her
costume. I suddenly realized that this was a dance of the seven veils.
It took her three songs and about fifteen minutes to remove them all,
but she was still essentially clothed. I made some comment to my
companion that she was not very good at this and that in the US she
would not even rate a second glance with such a performance.

He didn't say anything to me, just stood and made some kind of
announcment in arabic. I looked at him and asked him what he had said.
He said "I've just told the crowd that you did not like the
performance and that you could do much better". I was mortified and my
mouth suddenly went dry as the desert. My drink was gone and I went to
grab his drink, but he gave me a fresh glass and I downed it in one.
Then it hit me. I knew what I was doing but suddenly I didn't care
about anything. I turned to him and said "OK I'll show you all how to
dance" and I got up on stage. 

The music was pulsing and the lights were flashing in time to the
music. I couldn't see the people in the body of the club. I started
dancing and half way through the song, I began undoing the buttons on
my skirt. I didn't stop until I had reached the top of my stockings. I
unfastened the tie on my shirt and slowly peeled it off. I was wearing
a black lacy bra and my tan really looked good against it. I was
really getting in to this now; I undid the skirt and stepped out of
it. The crowd was whistling and applauding at this.

We were now into the second song and I reached behind me to unsnap my
bra, slowly letting it fall to the floor but while holding my tits,
one in each hand. When I moved my hands, a cheer went up. I hooked my
thumbs in the sides of my briefs, slowly pushed them down and stepped
out of them, to another louder cheer. I danced naked, except for my
stockings and shoes in front of all these men.

After the next song started, I was dancing to the edge of the stage
and squatting down, then leaning back, spreading my legs for them all
to see my wet pussy. I collapsed backwards and lay with my legs spread
wide as I put one hand down and stuck my middle finger up my pussy,
then pulled it out and tasted it. The room was alive. I shifted
forward until my legs hung off the edge of the stage. I could now make
out the face of a young Moroccan boy just in front of me. I gestured
him to come towards me and grabbed his head and pulled his face into
my wet crotch. He immediately stuck his tongue into my cunt and licked
my clit. I was so horny by now that I was totally out of control.
Suddenly there were men all around me, touching me. I had men's hands
all over my tits, spreading my cunt wide and feeling up inside me. One
even stuck his finger up my ass. It all felt so good. Something was
thrust in my mouth and I realized it was a cock. Then another cock up
my cunt. Oh god, I never felt this way before.

The cock in my cunt was thrusting as the one in my mouth erupted. I
tried to swallow it all, but couldn't; some spilled down my chin and
on to my tits. The cock in my pussy started to twitch and he pulled
out to spray all over me. I was pulled to the edge of the stage again
and a cock plunged in to my asshole with such force it took my breath
away. Someone then squatted over me and pushed his cock into my pussy.
I had never had two cocks this way before, but it was so good. Another
cock in my mouth, I was aware that there was a crowd around me on and
off stage. The cock in my ass let go a load of cum and was replaced by
another. I felt cum splattering over me as these men jerked-off over
me. When it all ended, I had had orgasm upon orgasm. I was literally
covered from head to foot in cum. My hair was saturated because
someone had pissed on my face and I didn't even care. When they
finished with me, I was still ramming three, then four fingers into my
cunt. I finished up with my fist up my cunt and three fingers up my
ass. They carried me outside and dropped me in an alley around the
corner, complete with clothes, purse (intact) and covered in cum. It
had begun to rain and I just lay in the rain jerking my fingers in and
out of my sopping wet cunt.

I must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke, everything was
silent. It was still raining slowly but fortunately that must have
kept anyone from seeing me. I dressed as best I could and made my way
back to my hotel, where I showered and fell asleep. When I awoke the
next morning, I packed and decided to move on. When I checked out,
there was an envelope waiting for me at reception. When I opened it,
there were about a dozen photographs of me in various poses, from
lying on stage holding my pussy wide open to ramming my fist into my
cunt while covered in cum.

I still have the photos and from time to time, I look at them, get
horny again while silently thanking whoever prevented me from being
found and arrested. Its a good thing Morocco is so far way.   

Sweetkaren@usa.net

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