Katya's first striptease

This story happened to Katya. Here's how she told it to me:

At eighteen, I was a perpetually broke second-year student, couldn't work because I was a full-time student, and no one would hire me part-time. And then one day, a girlfriend suggested I go with her to a Go-Go dance group, a small troupe that performed at corporate events on weekends.

I hesitated for a while because the dancing turned out to involve stripping, but then I decided to go for it because my friend assured me there was no intimacy and no one touched them with their hands.

The coach—a tall young man—looked me over and was pleased with my appearance: light blonde hair, blue

eyes, a narrow waist, and long slender legs. Then he closed the doors to the hall and said:

— Strip down to your panties. We're a striptease group, in case you didn't know.

I obediently pulled off my T-shirt and slid down my jeans. Then, embarrassed, I unclasped my bra. My high breasts popped out and my nipples immediately stiffened. The coach smiled:

— Good girl, lovely breasts. Now, turn around.

I turned around.

— Beautiful! Ever danced before?

— Yes, I took dance classes in school.

— Excellent, you'll pick it up quickly then. Get dressed.

I picked up my bra from the floor and covered my breasts, fastening it.

— Don't forget to shave down there properly, — the coach pointed a finger towards my panties, — men like to look there.

Nodding in embarrassment, I reached for my jeans.

***

I went on last with a solo number in a "schoolgirl" costume: a half-unbuttoned blouse, a short skirt, white leg warmers, and simple shoes. It was my first performance outside the gym, and I could feel with every inch of my skin how the men were looking at me, devouring my body with their gazes. Hanging upside down in a classic pose—straight legs spread wide and pointed towards the audience—I could almost feel the touch of the men's gazes on the narrow strip of my white panties, which they were all staring at right now.

I quickly scanned the room with a glance—oh yes, they were all looking right there. Actually, no, one man was looking intently into my eyes, so I involuntarily smiled back. A change of position—and now I had averted my gaze and was showing everyone my butt—the skirt flew up and nothing was hiding my butt anymore.

And undressing turned out to be surprisingly easy. Want to see my breasts, barely covered by a tiny top—here you go! Well, how do you like them? Want to see me in thin string panties—please, I'll even pull them down a little. And here are my widely spread legs, enjoy.

When the number was over, I quickly ran offstage, trying to cope with my emotions. Dancing like that, seducing strange men, turned out to be a very thrilling and very arousing experience. I was all wet and as if dreaming of hot male embraces. And then the coach called me over.

— Katya, wait a minute.

— Yes? — I walked over to him.

— There's an order for a private dance with full nudity. A thousand dollars plus any gifts the client wants. Would you agree?

I thought about it, and the coach read the doubt on my face.

— No, no intimacy, don't get the wrong idea. Just a dance in front of him?

— But he's paying so much? For what?

— You're only eighteen, and he wants to make sure you agree. So? I'll drive you there and pick you up later.

— Can you show him to me?

We peeked out from backstage, and the coach nodded towards that very man who had been looking so intently into my eyes.

Well, okay. I changed into a short blue dress, high heels, got in the car, and we drove off.

A large country house surprised me with its rich furnishings. Heavy furniture made of expensive wood, tall doors and windows, fluffy carpets. The man met us at the entrance; he was clearly home alone.

— Yura, — he offered me his hand, and my palm was engulfed in his large hand. — Come in.

I smiled as welcomingly as possible:

— Katya.

— I'll wait for you in the car, — said the coach behind my back. I heard receding footsteps, and the door slammed shut behind me.

We went into the house and went down the stairs to the basement, if you could call it that. There, I discovered a cozy and slightly dim entertainment room. A stereo system, a TV on the wall, a minibar, a couple of armchairs, a large bed, and a pole by the wall.

— Are you really eighteen? — Yura suddenly asked.

— Huh? Yes, really, I'm in my second year of university.

— You have very beautiful legs, so slender, just lovely, — he said.

— Thank you.

— Show me what you can do with them, — and he nodded towards the pole.

I took out the disc from the tape player I had brought with me and gave it to Yuri.

— Could you play track three, please?

While he put on the disc, I took my position by the pole. I adjusted my dress, my hair, and it began:

I twirled for him, gradually stripping off my clothes, and alternated between arousal and fear: I was alone in a house with a large, strong man whom I was actively seducing with my body. Like a mouse dancing in front of a cat instead of running for its life.

When only my panties and bustier were left, I moved from the pole to the armchair where Yuri was sitting and started dancing very close to him, almost sitting on his lap. I leaned in so close that I could smell the pleasant scent of his hair when I lowered my breasts in front of his face.

Taking off my panties, I turned my butt towards him and bent over, spreading my legs wide in an L shape. Yura clearly appreciated my efforts because I heard a soft "mmm, what a beauty." I had never allowed myself to spread so lewdly right in front of a man's face before, and at that thought, a heat of arousal filled my intimate lips.

I wiggled my butt in front of his face, spread my buttocks, writhed all around the armchair, and squeezed my breasts, teasing Yuri with my firm pink nipples. When I bent over again, showing him my butt and spread petals in all their glory, he suddenly placed his hands on my hips. I froze, not knowing how to react.

He stroked me first on the buttocks, then along the inner side of my thigh from the knee up, all the way to the crotch. It felt very pleasant, and I trembled slightly from his touch. Then he covered my wet lips with his palm and ran it over them from top to bottom in a broad motion. I arched my back like a cat.

— Katya, you're all wet, — I heard. — Let me help you relieve the tension, and you help me?

Before answering, I paused, inhaled and exhaled, calming myself. Desire filled me:

— Okay, but only with a condom.

— Deal.

He pulled me by the hips, sat me down with my back to him on his lap, and embraced me around the chest. My nipples ached from how hard he squeezed them, and hot kisses rained down on my shoulders and neck. I surrendered completely to the man's power.

A minute later, we were on the bed. I lay with my arms and legs spread, and he took off his clothes, looking lustfully at my tanned body. Another moment later, he was lying on top of me, and I felt him pushing his hot, firm cock between my legs.

His cock was a bit thicker than my previous boyfriend's, and it felt very pleasant. I liked how masterfully Yuri took possession of me, holding me and making strong, measured thrusts with his hips. He didn't really care about my sensations; he just drove his firm cock into me to the hilt. Closing my eyes, I wrapped my legs around the man's hips and merged with him in a single motion.

Yura suddenly squeezed me in an embrace and pressed me into the bed with all his weight. Even through the condom, I could feel his cock pulsing, pushing out hot clots of sperm somewhere deep inside my body. Yura made a few more short, slow movements and lay still on top of me, resting.

Then he got off me, sat on the edge of the bed, took a cigarette case from the nightstand, and lit a thick Havana cigar. I also sat up on the bed and looked around for something to drink. Yura misunderstood my glance: "Want some?" — he asked and pointed to the cigar.

I nodded affirmatively, and he suddenly climbed onto the bed and took me by one knee, spreading my legs. He took the cigar out of his mouth, turned it, and plunged its wet end into my vagina. He smirked, moved it inside me until it was completely wet, and only then took it out and offered it to me to smoke. I put the cigar, wet with my juices, into my mouth and took a drag.

It was strong; I almost coughed. Interesting, what was that? I remembered how my girlfriend once told me about her boyfriend asking her to hold her own panties in her mouth during sex. Men sometimes have such strange fantasies.

Yura leaned towards me, took the cigar I was holding in my mouth with two fingers, and slowly moved it back and forth.

— Get the hint?

He took the cigar from me, settled into the armchair, and nodded towards his limp cock. I understood.

Positioning myself between his legs, I licked the skin around his cock and balls, kissed the inner surface of his thighs, and began carefully licking his scrotum. The cock was still limp and quite small—I pursed my lips into a tube and sucked it into my mouth, now squeezing it slightly with my lips, now sucking. Gradually, I managed to take both the cock and the balls into my mouth, so that my nose was buried in his pubic hair.

I took the cock and balls into my mouth several times, licked all around them, and diligently licked the balls themselves while Yura smoked and his cock slowly gained strength. Soon, I had to lick the tense, hot shaft, kiss and suck the smooth head, and I did it confidently. The pleasant heat of the male cock resonated in my palms embracing it, and the smooth head seemed to slide over my tongue by itself.

Yura closed his eyes, enjoying it. Then he took me by the shoulder, lifted me, and indicated I should sit on his lap. I took a condom, rolled it onto the cock slick with my saliva, and lowered myself onto it from above. My lips were still very sensitive from the previous time, and it felt very good.

I diligently moved up and down, not forgetting to try to squeeze the walls around the cock impaled inside me, while Yura smoked his cigar, looking at me with pleasure and sometimes squeezing my breasts with his hand. I suddenly clearly felt that I was now servicing him with my body, impaling myself and massaging his cock like a sex slave, like a concubine from a harem. He pays me for this, and I'm trying for him. That thought excited me.

When I stopped again to wiggle my hips on his thighs, he lifted me and indicated I should get on all fours. I obediently dropped to my knees and bent over. Yuri positioned himself behind me, and I felt his finger pushing into my butt.

— No, not there, — I jerked, trying to shake off his finger.

— I'll give you another three hundred on top, my girl. Don't worry, it won't hurt.

— Okay, — I said after a short pause and prepared myself.

He was already lubricating my butt with some cool gel. His fingers softly pressed into my tight hole, and I felt them inside, smoothing out my hypersensitive walls. He twisted and twisted his fingers in my butt until it became completely slippery, so his fingers easily sank in with the slightest pressure.

I felt the head of his cock touch the center of my hole, and then the entire cock was squeezing into the tight entrance. I admit, I had only let a guy enter my butt twice before, and each time it wasn't a very pleasant experience. But here, a hot cock was already stretching me from the inside, and I couldn't do anything.

Then he pulled out his cock, turned me around, and nodded towards the head covered in sperm inside the condom:

— Take it off and lick it.

I obediently pulled off the condom, carefully took the head into my mouth—I know men are very sensitive after orgasm!—and gathered the hot drops of sperm with my lips. I showed them to Yura on my tongue, smiled, and diligently swallowed. Then I licked the head again, and again, and again, until it went completely limp in my lips. Finally, I licked Yura's balls and got up from my knees.

I pulled on my panties, found my bustier, and started fastening it. Yuri didn't get dressed; he just watched me. Then he reached for his wallet:

— Here, take it.

He handed me a stack of green bills. I walked over; he grabbed me by the buttocks with his hand and squeezed them, slipping his fingers under my panties.

— Will you come again, Katyusha?

— I don't know, whatever you say.

— Here's my number, call if you happen to be free in the evening. And give me your number.

I scribbled my name and number on a napkin. I suddenly felt uneasy. The arousal subsided, and I felt like a dirty, used whore, just an ordinary prostitute off the street. I went to the exit, hiding my eyes and awkwardly saying goodbye.

***

I didn't answer anything. At home, I spent, probably, several hours in the bath, washing off the touch of others, which now seemed so unpleasant. But then I gradually got used to my memories, so when Yura called again, I was already willing to come and do whatever he wanted. Everything, everything.