OK, so I was at this party a few weeks ago. This is a different house party, not hosted by *e** but by a girl who still dances at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version), ********a. This was, I think, my fourth time going to this party. It wasn't my favorite, to be honest, because before I came over for my first visit ********a said I had to keep it in my pants. Oh, darn.
Still, she invites me over. I've been good to all the dancers there; I've gotten one dance from each girl working the party that night. But if there is no contact, let alone extras, why would I go? Nevertheless I went to this one. First of all, ********a invited me personally through Facebook. Second of all, I've missed the past couple parties she's thrown, and I don't want to completely lose her favor. Third of all, the roster of four was the strongest of my four visits there, including two girls, *****y and *****e, that still work at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Edition). While this house party is tame (or purports to be tame), the rules at this place are different than those at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Division) -- specifically, you are allowed to touch the stripper's breasts. And those two girls have tits I've wanted to lay hands on for years. Finally, I'm still a fucking pervert, so I'm not gonna stop trying to take out my pee-pee at this place in the hopes that one of them will placate my evil urges and touch my dick. One girl groped me the last time I went, thus I'm encouraged.
So soon after I got there the fourth girl, ****a, asked me if I wanted to get a dance from her. She's really hot: nice-sized boobs that are real, let's me see the cooch once in a while. I had no complaints. So we went downstairs where, luckily for me, *****y was finishing up with another fat guy customer as we were starting. And just like that, my dick got hard. Come on, two girls!
But I had to play it cool. I needed to make sure that this guy didn't see as he went back upstairs. Then, even though this was not part of my plan, only fortuitousness, I told ****a that it was just my luck *****y was down there because now I could just ask her down there for a dance after I got done with ****a. No worries, ****a said -- she just asked *****y to not follow the guy he gave a lap dance to upstairs and instead wait around for me.
Then, I was wondering what to do with my erection. Neither of these girls have seen it before, and if neither of them liked me taking it out (or, worse, both of them didn't like it), I would be facing a 2-on-1 down there, by myself, with no one being able to hear me. Well, some of the guys upstairs would be able to hear me, and then they'd probably do what they'd order them to do, which is kick my ass. So I wasn't going to just take it out right in front of them. Hopefully there'd be an easier way of doing that, such as them taking it out for me.
Instead, surprising me, it kind of slipped out on its own. I always wear my porno pants to house parties like these, and I always make sure the fly's open so I have easy access. It rarely ever comes out anymore, mostly because my penis isn't hard enough at these places to have enough strength to slip through the hole. But seeing two gorgeous women around me made me salute.
I felt the wind from ****a's gyrations on my dick; that's when I thought something was, uh, "wrong." Then, the only light in the basement cast a light on the left side of my pee-pee. *****y may or may not have spotted it, but ****a was lying across my legs, left to right, so she didn't see it. I was at a crossroads: Tuck myself back in, or take it out. I decided to be conservative and reholstered myself. I don't know if I could offend two people at once.
I still don't know if ****a got a look, but, being the pervert that I am, I hope she did and didn't mind. Later in the night she left the party. She had been complaining about all the smoke inside the house triggering her asthma, but when I said something like, "Do you need a ride home?" (see, I'm always a pervert) she snapped at me. Maybe she did see it.
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It was ****a who made her way upstairs after our hot dance, leaving the entire basement to me and *****y. This place is rarely empty; there are usually several guys there, and they do pay the money to get dances from the strippers that work. Having a very rare 1-on-1, I was less concerned about *****y seeing my hard cock.
And you know, maybe it was the way I was lying on the bed or something, but OMG, it popped out again! And this time *****y did see it. She was about to sit on top of me I think when she saw my hard-on. "Wow, it's got a mind of its own!" to which I replied ... something. I hope it was funny, but I don't remember if I was able to stammer out anything at all.
*****y always has a poker face. Hell, I don't even consider her one of the nicer dancers at My Favorite Stripclub (Non-Cover Version), plus she has an overrated face. But she's got one of the nicest bodies there. She upgraded her tits, which I was able to feel (you can tell they're fake, but they're spectacular nevertheless). She didn't seem to care, and it didn't look like she told ********a that it came out. However, later in the party, we sat at opposite ends of the couch talking to another guy that was hanging out there. I was kind of slapping her in such a way to get her attention, you know, because I wanted to interject into the conversation, when this other guy kept talking. Well, as I was waiting for this other guy to finish, *****y saw my hand, slapped it away and got up from the couch. Okaaaaaaaaay.
I'm going to get a dance from her at the stripclub, just as a peace offering.
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*****e was next. I thought she was going to be the prize of the party, so as soon as I saw she was free, I asked that we go downstairs. As much as I wanted to grab her real but small tits, it was her rocking abs that I wanted to touch more. She's walking sex, y'all. And she was wearing a Vikings bikini, the front of the top of which she pulled down to reveal her breasts.
It was hard, but it did not come out. Good thing, because there was someone else right there.
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********a was last. As she was the last time, she was drunk as fuck. Last party I bit into her humongous breasts so hard she recoiled in horror. I made sure to respect her request never to do that again. Anything else, however, is in play, in my opinion.
It did not get hard. ********a's really smart, and she's really nice. But she's, at best, buxom, and beyond rubbing her tits over my pants, I don't get hard when she's on top of me. This time, however, I did get a semi. And after we were done, she did see that semi and groped it. Ding-ding-ding!!! We were alone, and my back was towards the staircase, so I said, "Hey, you want to touch it for real?" and I whipped it out! To which she said, "No, not here!!!" and I playfully tucked myself back in.
********a was not mad after I did that. How do I know that? Because she invited me to her next party. Which is tonight. And although *****y isn't there (boy, she must really be mad at me), ****a and *****e will be. I think it's time I whipped it out on them -- hopefully alone. Best of all, ****e* will be there instead. Not only do I need her number, which I lost when my cellphone got all jacked up, but we've been talking for some time for extras. This would be a great occasion to arrange that -- or to actually get that. Wish me luck!
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