An adult stories – Birthday Suit Required by Fatdog25,Fatdog25 Everybody in this story is 18+.
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The Uber driver pulled up to the apartment building where my sister Nita lived. For an upscale neighborhood in Dallas, I certainly expected more than the usual faceless, colorless and generic architecture that you see everywhere else. Every building on the block looked alike, except for the exterior color and where they put the fake potted plants out front. Even the traffic sounded the same.
“Can I help you with your suitcase, sir?” The driver was a pleasant middle aged guy, maybe late forties. His Impala was immaculate, inside and out. I wondered if he did this full time or just as a side gig, I’d guess full time.
“No, I think I can get it, if you don’t mind popping the trunk. Appreciate the offer, though.” I finished out the ride on the app, leaving him a good tip and five star rating. After my initial rebuff of his attempt at conversation, he had remained quiet the remainder of the ride from DFW to the apartment building, only speaking when he had to deviate from the directions provided by the app due to construction.
I waited until I heard the clunk of the automatic trunk release before I got out. My bag wasn’t that heavy and I lifted it out easily. Gently closing the lid, I thumped it twice with my palm and waved through the back window to let him know I was finished. He waved back and pulled carefully back into traffic. I texted Nita that I was downstairs and on my way up.
As I entered the building, the lobby was exactly like the one in the building where I used to live in. Even the elevator was the same number of steps from the door. I counted them out of curiosity. I punched the button for the fourth floor, where Nita lived.
When the doors opened, it again looked exactly the same as my old building, even the plants were in the same place. If we’re living in a simulation, I thought, somebody needs a better imagination. I found my sister’s apartment and raised my hand to knock on the door.
The door swung open and a familiar voice loudly announced “Chris!” I was immediately wrapped up in a bear hug by Nita. I gave her a quick hug back and she pulled me inside and closed the door.
She held me at arm’s length and looked me over appreciatively, “You look good, Chris. Still working out some, I see.”
“Yeah, I have the time now.” Nita was a little shorter than I was, I could put my chin on top of her head with both of us barefoot. I had put a little weight on my almost thirty seven year old frame during my marriage, which I was now trying to lose. The weight, that is, the marriage died a while ago. Nita still had the body of a woman ten years younger, meaning she looked fantastic for a thirty three year old.
“Well, the market can be tough.” Nita laughed. “Especially when you’re too old for cougars and not old enough to be a sugar daddy.” I really had missed her snark.
Not that she’d ever have trouble attracting suitors at any age. Nita had been blessed with genetics that gave her that timeless athletic build, with an almost golden ratio of hip to waist circumference. Topped with light brown, almost honey blonde hair and blue eyes, she had always attracted attention wherever she went.
“Please don’t tell me that you’ve started robbing the cradle. You’re better than that.” I shot back. She grinned and gave me another bear hug. Leading me into the living room, she pointed out the guest bedroom.
“You can drop the bag in there. It’s all set up. The hall bath is yours, I have my own.” She plopped down on the couch and patted the cushion next to her. “Come tell me what’s new in your life.”
“Not much, The divorce became final about six months ago. I got what I wanted.” All I had wanted was to be free of her. I could replace everything else I might lose.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know I was that much of a problem –” She started to apologize, again. I cut her off. I made the mistake of telling her one time what my ex had said, that she didn’t like how close we were, calling it “not healthy” and “not right”, whatever that meant. We grew up close and tried to maintain it through college and adulthood. I had fantasized about her from time to time jerking off, but I figured that was normal when you had a beautiful sister. I never felt that we were close to doing anything sexual in nature. I didn’t consider holding hands, hugging and forehead kisses sexual.
“No, you weren’t the problem, just a symptom. It’s done, it’s over, time to move on.” I didn’t want to discuss it ever again. “I see you did well, though.”
“I did. He fought it, but when you knock up not one but two of your assistants, it’s a little hard to cry foul because I kicked him out.” Nita shrugged. I didn’t get it, to be honest. How could anybody be married to somebody this wonderful and do that? She was not only attractive, she was smart, funny, and adventurous. “I did very well. He’s not exactly hurting, either, except maybe his pride. He’ll live.”
We moved on to other topics, how our parents were doing, what living in Dallas was going to be like, good places to look for an apartment, and what gossip we’d heard about old acquaintances.
It was about six when she stood up, “I need food. I know a good place to introduce you to the local flavors.” The only other times I’d been to Dallas, it was just to change planes at DFW. I never left the airport. Food sounded like a really good idea to me, I hadn’t eaten since morning and I was hungry.
She went to change while I sat on the couch, looking out the window. It didn’t take her long, she just changed her shirt and combed out her hair. She picked up her phone and summoned an Uber, we sat and chatted for a few minutes until the driver was close, and then went downstairs to wait.
I had always thought Texas was dry and hot, especially in July. Dallas was not. It was oppressively hot and insanely humid. Nita assured me I would adjust eventually. I hoped so. Just breathing made me sweat like I’d just run a marathon.
This Uber driver was a very pleasant older lady with a minivan. It wasn’t as clean as my previous Uber, so I assumed she did this part time, given the kids’ stuff in a bag behind her seat. She got us to the restaurant in a timely manner. Nita chatted with her the entire trip, talking about some art thing going on downtown.
The restaurant appeared upscale, staff all neatly and uniformly dressed. The hostess knew Nita by name and we were escorted to a table immediately. There were a couple of murmurs of protest from people waiting but nothing distinct that I could make out.
Our table was against a side wall. It had been set up for service beforehand, to include a waiting glass of wine and a scotch neat. I gave Nita a questioning look and she explained, “I texted ahead. It’s one of the perks of knowing me.”
A waitperson stopped by the table to make sure the drinks were satisfactory, which they were. I was going to ask for a menu but Nita waved it off, “I’ve already ordered, it should be out shortly.”
She had no sooner finished saying that when the waitperson rolled the service cart to the table. We started off with a salad, which was one of the best I’d ever had, everything was garden crisp. She had ordered a dish she called shrimp diablo, the sauce was extremely spicy, while she had ordered prime rib for me. It was exquisite. I’d had prime rib before but this was out of this world perfect.
When the table had been cleared and we had declined dessert, I simply couldn’t eat anything else, she asked me “Tomorrow is the fourteenth, what did you want to do for your birthday?”
I really hadn’t given it any thought. July in Dallas was obviously brutal, too brutal for me to consider doing anything outside like I would usually do for my birthday. “I don’t really have any idea, Nita. It’s too fucking hot, for one thing.”
“Well, since you don’t have any plans, I’ve taken the liberty of making some for us.” She gave me one of her inscrutable looks. “I think you’ll enjoy it.”
“I’m sure I will, if the heat doesn’t kill me.” I laughed along with her.
I started to reach for my wallet and she shook her head no. “It’s already taken care of, Chris. You can, however, pay for the Uber back.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket and entered the address of the apartment and summoned one. Twenty minutes later, we were back at the apartment. It was the same driver who picked us up earlier and the two of them picked up their conversation right where they left off.
We sat on the couch, Nita sipping another glass of wine while I nursed a scotch. After going on and on about how incredible dinner had been, talk turned back to our relationships. I really didn’t want to rehash old news but it seemed like she needed to get some stuff off her chest.
“I’m sorry I caused friction between you and Lisa. I didn’t know she resented me that much. But, if it makes you feel any better, Marcus wasn’t fond of you, either. Do you remember our trip to New Orleans?” She looked at me over the top of her wine glass.
I did. That was the beginning of the end of my marriage. The four of us had met in New Orleans one September for a week of vacation. Lisa complained almost the entire time that we were spending all of our time with Nita and Marcus. Turns out, Marcus felt the same way. At the time, I hadn’t seen Nita in almost five years. We had a lot of catching up to do. In the end, our reconnecting cost us our marriages, although there were other factors that came into play later.
“In a way, I’m not sorry. We were sort of growing apart anyways, I don’t think you were the cause, it was just the event that brought shit to the surface. Everybody is better off now, so I’m good with it.” I drained the remainder of the glass.
She drained hers as well. “Me, too. I’m glad you’re here now. You’ll have to tell me about that new job sometime, though. It sounds interesting.” She stood up and stretched, showing a tanned stomach. “I’m heading to bed. Sleep well, you’re going to have a busy day tomorrow.”
“Good night, Nita. I really appreciate you letting me stay here. ” I stood and gave her a hug and peck on the forehead. “See you in the morning.”
“G’night, Chris, see you in the morning,” she smiled and walked toward her bedroom. If I didn’t know any better, I would have said she had a little extra sway in her hips as I watched her walk away.
Usually, my first night’s sleep in a different bed was not good. It seemed every hotel or rental had different sounds and smells that made it difficult for me to get a good sleep for a couple of nights. I slept well that night, awakening to the need to urgently empty my bladder with a case of morning wood that wouldn’t leave on its own. The only dream I remembered was one of Nita but the details were already hazy by the time I put on sweatpants and made it to the bathroom.
After attending to my bladder, I went back and grabbed my shower things. Returning to the bathroom, I met Nita in the hall. She had on an oversized t-shirt, which came down to just about the top of her thighs. I got another full hug and a smile.
“Happy Birthday. You still like your eggs scrambled medium?” She yawned and stretched, raising the hem of her shirt when she tousled her hair into some semblance of order. It wasn’t hard to tell that she wasn’t wearing anything under the shirt. I did manage to keep eye contact, mostly.
“Yeah, I do. If you don’t have real bacon, you don’t have to make any for me, though. I can’t stand that fake turkey shit.”
She had the courtesy to look offended, “I don’t do fake bacon or anything else, for that matter, I’ll have you know.” She slapped me on the ass as I passed her. “Hurry up, I’m not waiting for you.”
I glanced back at her as I entered the bathroom. She was again teasing her hair with both hands, lifting the hem of the shirt so I could see her ass as she walked toward the kitchen. I was still semi-erect from when I woke up and the sight of her ass just made it more demanding. I’d never actually seen her ass in totality before, usually only when encased in tight shorts or a swimsuit. It was indeed a beauty.
After a quick shower, encouraged by a shouted reminder that she wasn’t going to wait, I sat down to a full breakfast of eggs, bacon and hash browns. Somewhere, somehow, she had finally learned how to brew coffee as well.
We ate, reminiscing about previous birthdays, almost all the memories from before my marriage. She gave me a rundown of the schedule for the day. First, I would be visiting the salon she frequented for a new haircut, which I needed anyway. Then it would be shopping for suitable clothes for the climate here. I had lived in Monterey for a few years, where eighty degrees was summer and nights were much cooler. Everything I owned was heavy fabric. We would come back, freshen up and then get ready for dinner at seven thirty. She refused to tell me where or what was planned afterwards, calling it her birthday secret.
We talked about my new position, Acquisitions Specialist for Briggs International. I explained how the family owned company worked, buying smaller companies with a niche market offering, then rebuilding the company around that or merging it into another company we held. I would report to the CEO, Del Briggs, and would be working closely with the CFO, Ashley Briggs, his sister.
Nita had ownership of a few businesses they had built during the marriage. She had taken a few days off when I told her that I would be coming to Dallas. The restaurant we visited last night was one such business, which is why we received the royal treatment.
One thing I noticed, besides Nita’s lack of underclothing, was how busy her phone was. It didn’t take me long to figure out that one text tone was business and the other personal. She constantly ignored the personal tone while we ate, only interrupting me once to handle an emergent matter with a call that lasted less than thirty seconds.
After four consecutive personal texts, I asked her, “Do you need to take care of that? I can go get dressed or something.”
She picked up her phone and looked at it. “No, just friends wanting to know who the guy is that I was with last night. Apparently, they thought you were a ‘hottie’,” making air quotes around the word ‘hottie’.
That made me wonder a little. Why hadn’t she told friends that she had family coming to visit? Lisa’s friends were like sharks or piranhas when they smelled even a hint of gossip. Blood in the water.
“Well, at least I still got it at thirty seven.” I teased her a little. I had a rule, I wouldn’t date my friends’ sister and definitely wouldn’t date my sister’s friends. Family peace above all.
“You gotta remember, they’re all skanks, they’ll date anybody. Including you.” She teased right back.
“You jealous of the local talent, honey?”
She threw her napkin at me and laughed. “Oh, hell, no. They ain’t getting anywhere near you.”
We cleaned up the breakfast dishes and put them away, continuing to banter about me versus her friend group. It appeared that she was really trying to make sure I got excellent views of her ass as she stretched and bent over, sometimes unnecessarily, to put things away. I did the best I could not to stare but it was impossible. I hadn’t had any female companionship in a few months, too busy with the merger to go on dates, and we were both human adults. I said nothing, not only because I didn’t know how to phrase it but also because I was enjoying the hell out of it.
I excused myself to the bathroom while she finished putting things away. I needed to take care of a problem in my sweats. I heard her pass by the hall bathroom on her way to take a shower, she made a point to tap on the door and ask if I was all right. Not yet, but I was working on it.
After we got dressed, we headed out for our first stop, the hair salon. Nita and the stylist debated back and forth about what to do with my hair, and finally settled on something that was short and easy to care for. I had no say in the matter. Then it was clothes shopping. To tell the truth, I really didn’t even need to be there. She knew my sizes better than I did and she whipped through racks, sometimes it appeared she just chose things at random. That is until I reached the dressing rooms, where it was apparent that none of her choices were made haphazardly. I had a new lightweight wardrobe, not only for work but for leisure. I would get to keep some of my heavier things, since winters in Dallas weren’t always fun, either. By the time she was finished, it was already mid afternoon, so we loaded my take into her SUV and we headed back to the apartment.
We sat around, watched a couple of movies and talked about childhood memories for a while. I napped on the couch for a couple of hours while she watched another rom-com I couldn’t get into. She shook me awake a little after six to get ready.
After showering again, since the Dallas heat and humidity were extremel, I dressed in an outfit she had picked out.
“Are you sure this is going to be okay? Seems a little informal for a birthday dinner, unless we’re talking pizza and beer,” I asked as I came into the living room. I had on a button down shirt, jeans and boots. It wasn’t too cowboy looking but it wasn’t appropriate for the type of restaurant we went to the night before. It was comfortable, though.
She was dressed in a denim skirt, down to mid thigh, with a peasant blouse and wedge sandals, basically the same level of informal wear that I had on. “No, no pizza and beer tonight. You ready?”
When I nodded, she requested an Uber and when it was close, we went downstairs to wait. Her hand found its way into mine in the elevator. I really didn’t think anything of it, we often held hands in public when walking together. After all, we were close.
I recognized the route we took. It was the same as the night before when we went to the restaurant. I started to ask her a question and she cut me off.
“Do you trust me?” I always hated that doe-eyed look. What sucked was that she was really good at it. You could ask my dad.
“Right about now? Not really. Where are we going, Nita?” I’m not big on surprises that involve potential embarrassment. I considered being underdressed an embarrassment.
“Trust me, you’re going to have a good time. Really. I promise.” Again with the doe eyes.
“I’d better or you’re going to pay for it later.” She laughed. The look she gave me was impossible to decode.
The driver stopped in front of the restaurant, Nita closed out the ride, and grabbed my hand. Pulling me away from the entrance, we walked about half a block down and stopped in front of what looked like a service door. An electronic reader was attached to the wall and Nita swiped her wrist over it. There was a beep, a green light came on, and then there was a click as the door popped outward just enough to be able to swing it open. A metal bar had been welded to the inside for closing it.
The entryway was lit with an overhead fluorescent light. A small mirrored window in one wall housed what I assumed to be a camera of some sort. The wall directly across from the door held another metal door with a reader on the wall. Again swiping her wrist over the reader, the door clicked and swung inward. I belatedly noticed that none of the doors had mechanical opening mechanisms, just a red button on the wall, probably as an emergency release.
Passing through the second door, we were met by one of the largest human beings I had ever seen. He had to easily be six foot six. It wasn’t the height that got my attention, it was his build. Calling him muscular would be insulting. For his size, he was amazingly fluid in his movements as he walked around his little podium desk and embraced Nita.
“Hey, Nita. You look great tonight. We have a good crowd, almost everybody showed.” His voice was exactly what you would expect from somebody that size, deep enough to make your chest vibrate when he spoke. Looking at me, “You must be Chris.”
“Yes, sir.” It was involuntary. Nita laughed.
“This is Billy. As long as you stay harmless, he’s harmless.” Billy grinned. It wasn’t reassuring.
There was yet another secure door, this one with a sign on it. The sign read “July 14th is National Nude Day. Celebration starts at 7:30 sharp. Birthday suit required.” Another handwritten sign below read “No clothes beyond this door.”
Nita swiped her wrist across the reader and the door clicked and swung open. Pulling me inside by the hand, the door shut automatically behind us. No knob on this one, either.
“Umm, Nita? What the fuck?” I was not only confused but seriously concerned. Nobody said anything about getting naked for dinner.
She pulled me over to some lockers. “Just what the sign says, no clothes from here on. Strip, boy. All of it.” To illustrate her point, she casually reached for the lower hem of her blouse and pulled it up over her head. She was wearing a sheer strapless bra, which she unhooked and folded up beside her blouse. I’d never seen her ass before this morning and now this was the first time I had ever seen her entire breasts. Her areolas were about half dollar size in diameter and her nipples were hard. Unbuckling her belt, she noticed that I hadn’t moved. “Strip, Chris. Come on, it will be fun. I promise.”
I started undressing. I really wanted to protest but I also didn’t want to hurt her feelings either. She had planned this for my birthday. It’s not like I’m bashful about my body, it is what it is, and it is better than a lot of guys my age. I decided that I would go along with it for now. If it got too crazy, I’d just tap out.
She pulled out two pairs of the surgical slippers you see in hospitals. “You can wear these, just in case somebody spilled something on the floor.” She was now totally nude. I was completely erect before I knew it. I couldn’t help it. She was beautiful.
I had taken a seat to remove my boots, socks, jeans and underwear. I tried to hide my hard on when I stood up but I was eventually going to have to put my clothes down somewhere. She patted the shelf of the locker her clothes were stacked in. I shuffled over, placed my clothes next to hers and turned bright red when she looked down at my bouncing cock and smiled.
As we were getting ready to enter the next room, an older gentleman came into the dressing room. He was also totally nude, wearing nothing but one of those smartwatches. And an impressive erection. Now I didn’t feel so bad.
He greeted Nita, “Hi, Nita. Patient emergency.” He pointed to the watch.
“No problem, Rudy. We’ll see you inside.” On our way through the door, she told me, “Rudy is a cardiologist, his wife Cinda is a neurologist. They are good people.”
As soon as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, it was apparent that everybody in the room was totally naked. Only a couple of people had on smartwatches like Rudy had been wearing. There were no phones, Nita had taken mine while we were getting undressed.
The room itself was reminiscent of old pictures of speakeasies that I remembered seeing from history class in college. Dim lighting, dark wooden bar and furniture, with thick carpet on the floor to mute the sound. It looked expensive. There was a stage in the center, approximately ten feet by ten feet. It held a solitary chair in the middle. The spotlight overhead was the brightest light in the room.
A beautiful blond woman met us on the way to our table. “Hi, Nita. Hi, Chris.” She gave me a full contact hug. I tried to subdue the lurch but couldn’t. She never flinched. She gave Nita a full contact hug as well as a brief peck on the lips.
Nita greeted her, “Hi, Carli. You look great tonight.”
Carli gave me another once over, “You’re looking pretty good tonight too, honey.” I wasn’t sure who she was addressing. She guided us to the table, off along the wall. “What will you be having tonight?”
Nita gave me a look and then turned to Carli, “The scotch,” emphasizing the word “the”.
Carli smiled. “Good choice. Two scotch.” Her departure could only be described as a sashay. It was spectacular to watch. Every guy in the room did.
I turned back to Nita. “I gotta ask. What the hell is this place? Why are we here?”
Nita sighed. She waited until Carli brought the glasses and coasters, placing them in front of each of us. “This is another one of my ‘businesses’. I’m partners with Billy and Carli in this little venture.”
“What is this little venture, may I ask?” I tried to keep my voice down. The last thing I wanted to do was piss Billy off, the second to last thing I wanted to do was lose my incredibly well paying new job by getting arrested.
“This is a –” Nita paused, searching for the right words, “sex club. A very exclusive sex club. Membership is by invitation only, limited to one hundred members, give or take a few. The annual fee for membership is two hundred and fifty thousand dollars a year per couple. Half that if you’re single after you’re a member.
“Perks include no charge for anything on the premises, alcohol, food, toys, anything. No questions. The rules are simple. No cameras, except in designated rooms. No guns. No drugs. No minors. No guests. No phones inside. Smartwatches are preapproved for those who need them because of their work, like doctors. Anything goes, with consent, with the restrictions I just said. .
“We have executives, lawyers, doctors, accountants, a couple of professional athletes, and a couple of actors. It’s first names only, even if you know somebody from outside the walls. We have playrooms for almost every whim. If a member is into something and we don’t have the toys for it, we get them, no charge to the member. Carli handles food and drink, Billy does security and maintenance and I handle member relations. Prospective members are vetted thoroughly.”
“Wow.” That was the best response I could come up with. I would have questions later but that was later. By now, my eyes had totally adjusted to the low light. The room was mostly full, only one or two empty tables. Food was being brought out a few tables at a time. Carli came by to bring us another drink, I apparently inhaled mine because I could feel it starting to hit me.
“What brand of scotch was that?” I asked. I’d never tasted anything quite like it before.
“Macallan Pure Highland Malt, it’s thirty six year old whisky.” She smiled at me over her glass. “Do you like it?”
I whistled involuntarily. It wasn’t the most expensive scotch whisky in the world, but it was up there. “Hell, yes, I liked it.”
“I thought you would.” Her hand kept dipping down below tabletop level and her nipples were in a constant state of being erect. As I surveyed the room, I could see several others doing much the same thing, hand either in their lap or their partners.
Our dinner came and we got down to business. At her suggestion, we had skipped lunch and I was glad I did. She had ordered a dish for both of us that she called chicken tampiqueña, which was a chicken breast covered with a white cheese she said was asadero, grilled onions and green chile. The chiles were a little spicy but not painfully so. It was served with flour tortillas, rice and refried beans. A glass of water accompanied the dinner. Throughout dinner, her foot would occasionally rub against mine under the table.
As the diners finished, tables were cleared and drinks were refreshed. My erection was down to semi-hard again, thanks to the alcohol. I was feeling buzzed, I had slowed way down on the second drink now that I was more comfortable.
As we sat there, observing the room, the last of the tables were cleared. All the lights dimmed again, until the only light in the room came from the spotlight over the chair in the center of the room. Carli stepped into the circle of light with an index card in one hand and a microphone in the other.
“July 2nd, Rudy. Happy Belated Birthday, sir. Have a seat.” Rudy kissed his wife and walked up onto the stage. His wife sat back in her chair with a huge smile on her face, one hand in her lap. I noticed several women start to line up just off stage. As the music began to play, Carli put the card and mic down on the floor and started doing one hell of a lap dance. It was full contact, no holds barred lap dancing. Rudy was immediately erect. He fondled her breasts, kissed them, licked them, fingered her pussy and her ass, kissed her pussy and her ass, he had his hands all over her. This continued for about two minutes, until somebody called “Time”, and then the next lady in line took her place. It was the same thing, all over again. It went on for about twenty minutes, changing dancers every two minutes, until the last dancer. It was his wife. She did the lap dance part just like everybody else had. The exception was that when “Time” was called, she dropped to her knees and gave him a blowjob, with the encouragement of the crowd. They really got into it, too. Rudy lasted about three minutes. They departed the stage to a standing ovation. I caught Nita’s arm moving back and forth a couple of times during the performance and her face was flushed at the end.
Carli called out the next birthday person. “Esperanza, honey. July 4th. Happy Belated Birthday, girl!”. Esperanza was a slightly heavyset woman. She was escorted to the stage by her partner, who stood behind her as a half dozen men danced for her. When “Time” was called, she would deep throat each dancer until they were fully erect, concluding with deep throating her partner to completion. This was again met with full crowd approval, laughing and shouting encouragement.
It was during the third dancer I felt Nita’s hand creep into my lap and start playing with my balls. I reached down and placed my hand over hers, stopping her movement. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see her smile.
Carli then called out a few more July birthdays. The process repeated itself for each person, only some of the dancers changed. There were lots of catcalls, friendly insults, and encouragement from the crowd. When Nita wasn’t touching me, she was touching herself. I tried to concentrate on the floor show.
Carli once again assumed the stage. I was too busy watching her to notice what happened behind me. As Carli read the card, she smiled. Raising the mic to her face, she looked over in our direction and it felt like my heart stopped. “Oops, skipped one. July 14th. Chris. Happy Nude Birthday!” Everybody clapped. I tried to shrink into invisibility.
Nita grabbed my arm to pull me up and as I started to struggle, I felt a huge hand on my shoulder. “Up.”
I knew that voice. I got up. Nita dragged me to the stage, my cock flopping around with every step. My face felt hot and I was lightheaded from both anxiety and the scotch. Billy was still behind me, I could hear his breathing. They led me to the chair and helped me sit down, because my legs weren’t working very well at that point. As I looked to the side, it seemed like every woman in the room was standing in line as it disappeared into the darkness of the room.
With Nita standing next to me and Billy directly behind me, the lap dance parade began with Carli announcing a one minute time limit. She put down the card and mic, and then worked my cock over with her pussy. I only touched her to put my hands on her waist to keep her from falling. All in all, there were twenty three dancers in line. How I didn’t cum is beyond me, I think it was because it was only a minute at a time and I was getting a break in between. I was still rock hard though.
The room was silent for a moment and I started to get up, thinking I was done. I wasn’t. Billy put both hands on my shoulders and told me, “Sit your ass back down.” The crowd laughed as I sat back down. Nita appeared in front of me. Over the sound system, Warrant’s “Cherry Pie” started playing.
As soon as she got within reach, my hands were all over her like they had a mind of their own. So were my tongue and lips. I could hear the crowd cheering us on as the song continued. I’m pretty sure she came at least once during the dance while I was fingering her pussy. She dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth, running her tongue around the head and down the shaft, massaging my balls and suctioning the head while teasing it with her tongue. She was toying with me, I could see it in her eyes.
I never felt more alive. It was so dirty, naughty, nasty, depraved, de-everything. The last time I had been naked in front of a group of people was gym class, in the shower, and I hated it. This night, I didn’t care.
When the song stopped, she stood before me, chest heaving, her sweat glistening all over her body. All I knew was that my balls ached, my dick pointed at the ceiling, my head was still spinning, and she was the most beautiful, sexy woman in the entire world. She was mine.
There was silence as Carli handed the microphone to Billy. I could feel him lean over my shoulder so that his mouth and the mic were right next to my ear. Nita was looking at us with this gleam in her eye I will never have the words to describe.
Looking up at Nita, he spoke into the mic with an impossibly deep tone of voice, “Finish him!” Like right out of the video game. The crowd erupted into cheers and whistles.
She walked up and pulled my hips forward in the chair. She proceeded to straddle me as the crowd egged her on. Billy held the chair still and me upright in it. She bent over and kissed me, our tongues playing with each other, as she lined up over my now excruciatingly hard cock. We broke our kiss and we watched each other’s faces as she slowly and sinfully lowered herself down onto me. I wasn’t a virgin by any means, hell I had been married, but that was the wettest, warmest pussy I had ever felt, it was so velvety and welcoming. Her forehead pressed into mine as she slowly started sliding up and down, arms around each other for support.
“I’m gonna cum, Nita. Oh, god, I’m gonna cum.” I whispered. I tried to fight the rising feeling but I couldn’t.
“Do it.” That was all she said. My mouth found each of her nipples as her head rolled back and she rode me slowly, teasing and tormenting me all the way. I was still vaguely aware of the crowd, the cheers, the shouts of encouragement. Carli was fingering herself as she watched us, eyes fixated on Nita as she went up and down. I was aware of Billy breathing hard, a moist squelching sound coming from behind me. I didn’t care, I just wanted to be inside Nita forever.
The end finally came, I couldn’t hold out any longer. I grabbed Nita’s hips and just started slamming her up and down on my cock as I shot my cum into her, gasping as if I was starving for oxygen.
Carli was on her knees next to me, taking as much of Billy’s cock into her mouth as she could manage. He had a handful of her hair as his dick pulsed and she made choking noises. His grunts were almost as loud as mine had been. Cum leaked from around his dick as she struggled to swallow all she could.
Nita sat in my lap, her forehead resting against mine, her hair covering our faces as we slowly caught our breath. There was cheering and laughter when somebody yelled “Encore!” and I could only croak, “Fuck you, I can’t.” I wasn’t sure I could even walk.
Carli stood up and gave us a hug together as we sat there. Billy slapped me on the shoulder, gently, thankfully. He helped me stand and walked both of us back to our table. Carli brought a pitcher of water and a couple of glasses. We couldn’t stop touching each other the rest of the evening.
Rudy stopped by at some point with this sci-fi looking contraption, applied antibacterial disinfectant to my arm and injected one of the security chip things into my wrist. It was a good thing I was pretty wiped out, because it hurt like a motherfucker. He said something about Nita looking after it to prevent infection.
We eventually toured the remainder of the club. Now I understood why the surgical booties were necessary, the floor was getting slippery. Couples were everywhere, sometimes two or three in a group. I lost track of all the names, knowing I’d learn them over time anyway. Nita hauled me into the room with the sex swing when she discovered it was empty. Miraculously, I not only got hard again but also managed to cum as we slowly fucked with her laying back in the swing. There were plenty of birthday wishes and thanks for the show we put on.
I’m not sure what time we got home, I don’t even remember getting dressed again or the Uber ride, which I summoned. We stumbled to her room, fumbled our way through getting each other undressed, and fell asleep together. I couldn’t recall ever being that exhausted before.
I woke up early, it was just getting to be light out. Nita was still asleep, head on my chest. Her eyes opened when I kissed her forehead.
“Hey.” Her tone was uncertain.
“Hey, yourself. How you feeling?” I hurt. Sex sitting down was new to me and my back wasn’t sure how it felt about doing that again any time soon. My wrist was only painful if I moved it.
“My legs hurt. You took a long time to cum, you bastard.” She laughed.
“Thank the scotch, you gave it to me.” I kissed her on the nose, then we kissed again, lips parting to allow our tongues to get reacquainted. My hands went everywhere they could reach.
She pulled away, “As I recall, I started something last night that I didn’t actually finish. Consider it a late birthday present.” She slid down, softly squeezing and rubbing my dick with her hand. It didn’t take long for me to become erect.
Toying with the tip using her tongue, she spread my precum around and then swallowed the head, teasing it with her tongue like she had the night before. It was even more sensual without the alcohol and adrenaline. She took her time, making sure I suffered as much as she possibly could before bringing me to orgasm, swallowing almost everything I had to give.
When I could think straight again, I pulled her up next to me and then slowly kissed my way down her body, from her forehead to her lips to her neck. I took a slight detour to become intimately familiar with her nipples, licking and sucking them, occasionally nibbling on them until she started playing with herself. I went back to kissing my way down her stomach, to her mound and its little furry triangle. Spreading her thighs, I slowly ran my tongue around her labia and slid it into the opening, which was already well lubricated. I teased her clit while slowly investigating every crevice until it was hard, then I slowly licked and sucked on it until she was pulling my face into her, moaning and swearing. My fingers finding her spot helped bring her relief.
We ended up napping some more after that, holding each other. When we woke up, I was hard again. We made love slowly, her arms and legs wrapped around me as I slowly rode her. When I was ready to cum, we rolled over so I ended up on my back and she rode me deliberately and sensually while she rubbed her clit to orgasm. I came with an intensity that surprised me, given all the sex I’d had in the last twenty four hours.
“You know, Nita, I think I’m gonna love living in Dallas.”
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This is my entry for the Nude Day Story Contest 2023. Thanks for reading, commenting and/or voting!
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