From zitterow@pacbell.net Sat Apr 05 17:42:18 1997 Path: news1.infoave.net!news-dc-10.sprintlink.net!news-pull.sprintlink.net!news-peer.sprintlink.net!cpk-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!cam-news-hub1.bbnplanet.com!news.bbnplanet.com!uunet!in3.uu.net!206.153.200.139!midnight.postino.com!szdc2!szdc!news From: zitterow@pacbell.net Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Subject: THEMENITE-EXHIBITIONISM "Ashley'sSecret" www.nastystories.com Date: Sat, 05 Apr 1997 21:42:18 GMT Organization: None Lines: 199 Message-ID: <3386b801.4786188@snews.zippo.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-Newsreader: Forte Agent 1.0/32.390 ~Subject: Ashley's Secret ~From: ~Date: Wed, 17 Jul 1996 03:38:49 GMT ~Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories Ashley was a bright, cheerful 19-year-old college student. Popular among her friends, she was known as a "good" girl; she didn't drink, use drugs or foul language. She made good grades, and was always willing to help out a friend. Her tall, slender build, short blonde hair and deep green eyes made her popular with the guys as well, but none had ever gotten beyond a little heavy petting with her. Well, there WAS that one guy she'd sucked off, and allowed to eat her. But Ashley was a virgin, and planned to remain that way until marriage. None of her friends realized that Ashley had a secret. By night, she worked her way through school by appearing on stage at Club Mons, a totally-nude nightclub in a nearby town. Known there only as "Viper", she was one of the club's most popular dancers and sometimes made as much as a thousand dollars on a busy Friday or Saturday night. At the club, "Viper"'s trim build, small upthrust breasts with tiny stiff nipples, and totally shaved pubic mound drove the men wild. Her body was deeply bronzed from sessions in a tanning bed, with only the briefest line of creamy white skin showing from the tiny g-string she wore while tanning. On stage, she was totally uninhibited, and moved with the grace of a cat. Good tippers would get to see how dancing turned HER on as well as them, when she spread her lips wide, letting them see her juices glistening within, sometimes dipping a finger between her folds then offering it to the tipper's mouth to suck. The tips on stage were good, but like most of the other dancers at Club Mons, Ashley's REAL income came from giving private "table dances", where the girls would, for a price, take the customer to a darkened side room where chairs lined the walls. They'd strip down totally, then grind away to the music in the customer's lap. Sometimes, they'd reach down and rub the customer's cock through his pants with a hand, or nibble it lightly (again, through the pants). There weren't many restrictions, and the customers were allowed to touch, within reason, the club being located in a fairly liberal seaside town. Usually, anytime Ashley took a customer to the room, there'd be from five to eight other girls, each concentrating solely on the customer they were dancing for. Private dancing REALLY turned her on, and Ashley gave the best table dance in the house. It wasn't uncommon for one of her customers to leave the club right after she danced for them, trying to conceal a wet spot in their pants. The club had no dress code, and sometimes when the guy wore loose-fitting shorts, she'd slip a small hand under the legband and jerk him off, concealed by her body, or if his cock was long enough, push his legband up so she could rub her wet folds against his cockhead. Once in a while when she did this, she would cum too, especially if the guy was playing with her clit. The guys usually thought she was just acting, that it was part of the show, but they tipped bigger and kept coming (and cumming) back. Other times, she'd get so turned on she'd have to bring herself off in the ladies room before returning to the stage. Tonight was no different. She'd just table-danced for a guy who, judging from the bulge in his jeans, had a HUGE cock. She'd gotten so hot rubbing against it, the roughness of his denim pants rasping against her clit, that she'd almost cum. But the song had ended, and he didn't want to pay for another dance. Too bad for him, she thought, 'cause HE'D almost cum too, as she finished herself off with a finger in the ladies room. When she went back into the clubroom, she saw that things had slowed down. It was getting late. She went to the jukebox, selected a couple of songs, and headed for the stage, just as Monica, the hostess, seated a new customer at the long table on the stage edge. Man, HE'S good-looking, she thought, flashing him a smile and tossing him her silk teddy. Clad only in briefest of g-string, she began to dance. Soon, the g-string followed the teddy. Two songs later, as the music wound to a close, the guy finally tipped her. A twenty dollar bill. His eyes never left hers as she knelt, picked it up, spread her knees wide apart and spread her folds for him; he just matched her gaze and smiled the faintest of smiles. She felt herself go wet, and her nipples crinkled. She blushed. The song ended, and she went to him. Still nude, she sat in his lap, smiling inwardly to herself at the bulge in his lap. Leaning forward so that her breasts brushed him, she placed her lips to his ear. "Would you like a private dance?," she whispered. His hand cupped her breast, lightly, his thumb sending an electric shock through her nipple. He nodded. She rose and took him by the hand, leading him to the side room. When he stood, he made no effort to conceal the bulge in his thin cotton tennis shorts. Damn, he's cute!, she thought, leading him into the darkest corner of the room. Only one other girl was with a customer, Sarah, a dusky-skinned beauty, near the entrance. She explained the rules to him: $30 for one song, $50 for two. He was allowed to touch her, but could not put a finger inside. "And I give the best table dance in the house," she whispered in his ear, her tongue teasing him lightly. "I'll bet I make you cum!" She gave the bulge in his shorts a quick rub with her hand. He didn't say a word, just laid a hundred dollar bill in her hand. "FOUR songs?" He nodded. She helped him get arranged in the chair the way she liked it, scooted forward, leaning back, legs apart. The music started and she lifted his Polo shirt in the front to above his nipples, exposing crinkly chest hair, tan skin and rippling muscle. She leaned forward and licked his nipple, then a wet line down to his waistband. Took a quick look around, no one watching, GOOD!, nibbled the head of his cock through the thin cotton, breathed hot air on it. She turned and bent over, legs wide apart, giving him time to look as his hands took her hips, then slowly leaned back, rubbing wet pussy lips down across his belly onto his lap. She began to slowly grind back and forth, around and around, rubbing his cock through the shorts with her pussy, as he cupped her tit with one hand and slipped the other between her legs, a finger finding her clit immediately. She gasped, turned her head to him, kissed him teasingly. The first song ended, and another began. Feeling more aggressive, she pushed the legband of his shorts up, allowing a couple of inches of his cock to pop out. She took it in her hand, palming it, as she rubbed her labia along the top of it. God, she was getting hot! She raised up, rubbed cunt lips on his belly, lowered back down. His finger never left her clit. Again. His cock twitched in her palm. Her nipples had never been so hard. A single drop of pre-cum oozed from the tip of his cock. She swirled it around with her thumb, coating the head, making him gasp. Song number three, and she disengaged. Leaned forward, touching the floor with one hand, herself with the other. She showed him how wet she was. Rubbed her clit herself. Lowered herself back into his lap as he suddenly shifted position slightly, his hands on her lips. WHAT?!..Wait.. NO!!..too late! With one smooth, sure stroke, his cock slipped past her labia, plunged boldly through her maidenhead, FILLED her as he pulled her down, down, more and more of his cock sliding in, past her swollen, glistening lips. His hands held her firmly to his lap, guiding her hips in slow circles, grinding her to him. Her knees were together in front, no way anyone could see. She bit her lip to keep from crying out...it felt so...damn....GOOD! She leaned back against him, reveling in the sensation, parted her knees slightly to allow his hand to go between her thighs, concealing their connection, rubbing her clit again...the fourth song started, and the fire inside her built to an explosion as she came like never before. Out of control now, totally lost in sensation, to HELL with who might see, Ashley for the first time in her life FUCKED a man. No making love, this was pure animal, and she was amazed at the force of her orgasm, a never-ending string of nerve-jangling explosions, her inner muscles clamping down on the unfamiliar fullness. She felt his cock suddenly swell, stiffen, jerk, AH!!! that's so...HOT! as her own orgasm overtook her again. The song ended. Ashley just panted. The customer, in one smooth motion, slid her forward off his shrinking cock, and tucked the offending organ away. She stood, shaky, and took the seat beside him. There was a delicious sticky feeling between her legs, and she could feel his jizz running out onto the chair. She tried to catch her breath, to SAY something. He just smiled at her...leaned forward, kissed her once, lightly, dropped another hundred on the table. "It was worth it," he smiled. "You DID make me cum." Ashley picked up the bill, pulled all the others out of her garter, looked at the amount...over a thousand. Considered. She smiled her prettiest smile up at him. Then Ashley, a virgin no more, asked him, "How much for all night?" Ashley soon quit her dancing job...she found something more lucrative...the phone sex biz. You can call Ashley and her girlfriends at 011-592-563-565. Int'l rates average 70 cents per minute, no other charges apply! You must be over 18.