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　　I often read erotic stories online. After reading so many articles about men abusing their girlfriends and wives, I've developed a bit of a desire to expose myself. I'm pretty open-minded, and I often read erotic stories with my friends. I find the plots about girlfriends or wives being gang-raped unbelievable; I believe they're just the author's imagination.
I never imagined I would one day be raped and gang-raped by other men. I just often have strange thoughts in my mind, and I often wear revealing clothes to satisfy my fantasies. My friends often take me to nightclubs that invite female audience members to dance on stage. I really enjoy watching those hot girls perform provocative dances. Some of the more intense ones have hosts or male dancers on stage who guide or even physically remove the girls' clothes until they're down to their panties, or even completely naked, and then make extremely provocative moves.
I also enjoy watching these kinds of performances, and I've always thought those girls on stage are really daring. I wonder how they manage to do it. Actually, I secretly hope to have the chance to go on stage myself, because watching other girls from the audience is a different kind of visual stimulation than being humiliated myself. But every time the host invites me to go on stage, I don't want to, even though my friend keeps encouraging me to.
That night, we went to a place we'd never been to before, so we weren't sure how wild the activities were. When we went in, there was a young girl and a male dancer on stage. The male dancer was only wearing a thong that was bulging out. We had just sat down, and the music was about to end. The girl's clothes were still relatively intact; she was wearing a semi-transparent bra, and her pink panties were showing. Her top and skirt had fallen to a corner of the stage. After the music ended, she straightened her bra, bent down to pick up her top and skirt that had fallen to the side of the stage, and walked off the stage with a flushed smile.
Then the lights dimmed, and a spotlight swept back and forth, finally stopping on me. The emcee on stage reached out her hand to invite me up.
My face flushed, and I looked at my friend as if asking for her opinion, or perhaps pleading for help. But the audience was already applauding enthusiastically, urging me to go up. She coaxed and coaxed, "Go up and have some fun! That woman wasn't that bad. When you're out having fun,
you should have a good time." I said, "Just a little contact, nothing too provocative. You have to keep an eye on me!" She said repeatedly, "Okay! Okay! I know! I'll be watching you!" I was already on stage.
Of course she would be watching me; how could she miss such a rare opportunity! She wished she had a video camera! As
soon as I stepped onto the stage, the loud music started. At first, the male dancers gently led me in dancing to help me relax. Slowly, the male dancers placed my hands on his chest and slid them down. Then he hugged my waist tightly from behind, his lower body thrusting, rubbing against the crotch of his swollen pants.
My face flushed red, but I was actually quite excited.
I was wearing a strapless bra, a white shirt tied at the waist that revealed a bit of my belly, and a very short skirt. I looked incredibly sexy and alluring.
The male dancer noticed I was getting into it. As he moved, his hands skillfully untied the knot at my shirt.
With a turn, I deftly slipped the white shirt into his hand. He hadn't expected this move. Anyone unaware would have thought it was rehearsed.
The scene thrilled me, watching myself dancing intimately with another man in public, under the eyes of over a hundred people. Even though I was only shirtless, it wasn't much different from wearing a swimsuit.
The bra I wore that day was white, not very transparent, but after the intense dancing and the friction against my buttocks, my nipples were clearly erect, fully exposed to everyone's gaze. I could feel the frenzy of the audience; their eyes seemed about to pop out. This made my vanity swell uncontrollably. With barely audible panting, my cheeks burned like fire.
On stage, I was only wearing a bra, my breasts pressed against the male dancer, my round buttocks swaying incessantly. The dancer's hands were already at the zipper of my short skirt. In less than a second, the skirt fell to the ground, swirling around my ankles. Luckily, I wasn't wearing anything see-through or a thong; it was just a little low-waisted. But if you looked closely, you could see one or two curly hairs peeking out from the side.
My whole face flushed red, but inside I was excited. I probably thought the girl before me had also taken off her bra and panties, so I didn't think much of it and stepped over the swirling skirt on the ground. With a casual kick, I sent the skirt flying to the edge of the stage. On stage, I was only wearing a bra and a small low-rise panty, with high heels on my feet. The audience below applauded incessantly.
My hands, through my bra, were kneading my breasts, one on each side. My legs were straddling one of the male dancer's legs, my vulva rubbing against his thigh through my panty. Sometimes I really don't understand my own psychology; before going on stage, I said I wouldn't do anything too provocative. Now, my dance moves might actually ignite something!
The male dancer's right hand was around my back to maintain my balance. I couldn't see what he was doing, but suddenly, the back clasp of my bra snapped open. Caught off guard, my hands, which were kneading my breasts, immediately pressed tightly against them. I glanced at her, as if sending a distress signal, but given this rare opportunity, she wasn't about to let it go so easily. She nodded gently, indicating it was alright.
Then, the music suddenly stopped, replaced by a drumbeat, somewhat like a magic show. The male dancer whispered something in my ear, then grabbed my bra and ripped it off. My hands remained pressed against her breasts. Although nothing was exposed, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.
Later, I told her that the dancer had assured me he wouldn't let me expose myself without my consent, which is why I let him remove my bra. In reality, I haven't exposed a single inch.
The scene, as I've described before, resembled a magic show. I stood on stage shirtless, hands on my breasts. The dancer turned and waved backstage, and then the host came out carrying a cardboard box. They stood in front of me, frantically working on my chest. I couldn't see what they were doing, only vaguely seeing them smearing a small, shimmering substance on my chest. I kept my head down, watching. Then, another round of drumming began. When they moved aside, allowing everyone to see me again… I slowly removed my left hand, revealing my left breast, only to see a shiny nipple cover. It perfectly covered my nipple, with a few tassels about ten centimeters long. It looked like a stripper's costume. When
I removed my hand, my entire breast was visible. Was it really necessary to just leave it like that? My left breast was now completely exposed, both hemispheres. Whether I wore a nipple cover or not, it made no difference! I looked exactly like a stripper. Then came another round of drumming, as if foreshadowing an even more exciting performance. The host pulled my left hand and slowly pushed it inside my panties. The position was just right, covering my vulva. Both hands were stuffed inside the low-rise pants, stretching the already pitifully small piece of fabric off my body, no longer able to cover my dark curly hair. But I still couldn't see whose fingers were digging into my vulva.
Two hands rubbed my vulva for a while, then the male dancer standing to the side suddenly pulled down my panties from behind. I frantically crossed my legs, hoping to keep the panties from being pulled down. But with my right hand pressing on my breast and my left hand on my vulva, how could I resist the dancer's pull? Watching the panties being pulled down to my ankles, I was powerless to stop it. The panties were so tight around my ankles that it was difficult to even walk, so I had no choice but to lift my feet and step out.
I stood on the stage, sideways, my hands pressing on my breasts and vulva, staring in her direction, hoping she would rescue me. She was also hesitant, on one hand not wanting me to be played with too much, and on the other hand wanting to watch a little longer, so she could only signal with her eyes for me to endure a little longer.
The audience, however, cheered and whistled, encouraging me to take my hands off and be completely naked.
The male dancer whispered in my ear, "I told you I wouldn't let you expose yourself, right? Move your hand a little so I can cover you up."
He knelt in front of me, gesturing for me to move my hand away. I turned halfway around, my back to the audience, and shifted my hand from my vulva. From behind, you could still see my fingers pressing tightly against it. The dancer took something that looked like a butterfly from a distance from the box, fiddled with it in front of me for a while, then stood up and worked on my right breast again. I kept looking down to see if I'd been exposed. Then, as if relieved, I slowly turned around and removed my hands. There was a butterfly-shaped vibrator attached to my vulva. My right breast also had a frilly nipple cover, just like the one on the left.
Standing on the stage, all I had were two nipple covers and a vibrator. I was completely resigned to it; my hands were no longer pressing against my breasts or vulva. Then the music started again. The male dancer and I began to dance again.
This dance, less restrictive, was more natural, making the movements even more passionate. My breasts swayed incessantly in the air, causing the tassels to dance wildly.
My gaze occasionally fell on her, but it no longer held the pleading look from before. Instead, it was filled with excitement and complex emotions.
Then, I turned around, leaning against the muscular man, my body heaving up and down, rubbing my back and buttocks against his chest and bulging genitals. She even pulled his hands to caress my breasts. The male dancer was equally uninhibited, pinching my breasts from behind, his hands spinning the tassels like two windmills in front of my chest. (Let me tell you, I'm a big-breasted woman; my bra is a C-cup. Otherwise, no matter how much you swing, you couldn't possibly move those tassels.)
I raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck, turning my face to whisper something in his ear. From his eyes, I could sense a hint of disbelief, but also a clear excitement. I turned around, knelt down, pulled down his thong with my left hand, and grabbed his erect penis with my right. After stroking it a few times, I opened my mouth and swallowed his swollen, purple glans, moving my head back and forth as I performed oral sex on him.
Sometimes my tongue swirled around his urethral opening, sometimes I licked from the glans down to his testicles. My oral skills are pretty good; sometimes men can't help but ejaculate during my oral service.
The male dancer turned and waved to the backstage area, then pushed a long shawl to the center of the stage. He sat down casually, enjoying my service. He occasionally brushed my hair aside, letting everyone clearly see my cherry-like lips stroking his penis.
I was squatting with my back to the audience, my anus naturally open, facing them. This was the first time I'd exposed myself since I started performing, and it was my fourth point. The vibrator on my vulva couldn't quite cover it; you could vaguely see it glistening with moisture. To be honest, the male dancer never made me expose my nipples.
Now I was exposing my ass to the audience myself.
After licking for a few minutes, I stood up, turned around, and faced the audience. I glanced at her, and before she could react, I untied the rope holding the vibrator, revealing my overflowing honey pot.
I held his erect penis in one hand, adjusted its position, and with a thrust of my hips, the male dancer's glans disappeared into my honey pot. After a few more strokes, the entire penis was inserted all the way in, leaving only the scrotum, about the size of a tennis ball, sticking out. The male dancer reached out from behind and held my waist, making me thrust my honey pot around his penis.
I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and rubbed my breasts back and forth with my hands. After a short while, the two nipple covers came off. Without thinking, I casually threw them on the ground. In other words, I was completely naked in front of the audience.
Looking at the eyes of everyone in the audience, each one seemed to want to devour me, I restrained myself. Since I was going to play, I might as well let loose!
I swayed for a while, then stood up, and the male dancer's penis slipped out. She thought I had finally realized I'd gone too far and wanted to stop this lewd scene.
But then I turned around, climbed back on top of the male dancer, grabbed his penis, and shoved it into her vagina again. At this point, the atmosphere in the entire venue was on the verge of spiraling out of control. Applause rang out in rhythm with my hip-swaying, and the pace kept quickening.
Suddenly, with a "whoosh," my entire body collapsed onto the male dancer, trembling uncontrollably.
I knew this scene all too well! It was always like this when I reached orgasm. At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire venue reached its most excited state. Amidst the cheers, I looked up and whispered a few words in the male dancer's ear, then turned back to my friend, gesturing as if I'd said something, though I don't remember exactly what. The male dancer gave her a lewd look, then beckoned to the emcee and gave him a few instructions.
The emcee then announced, "Our leading lady is now inviting an audience member to join the performance! This lucky person is..." The spotlight swept across the room, finally settling on a boy sitting at the table next to my friend. The boy stood up, clasped his hands in a traditional Chinese greeting, and walked onto the stage with a broad smile.
(She later asked me about it, and I told her I was originally going to call her up. The male dancer had deliberately called the wrong person, the boy at the table next to her.)
Because I had just had an orgasm, my body was limp, and I was just lying on top of the male dancer, completely unaware that things had changed. The boy hadn't said a word either, so I had no idea that the person actually going on stage wasn't her. The male dancer deliberately held me close, slowly thrusting his penis in and out, making me so absorbed in the afterglow of my orgasm that I didn't even realize I should turn around to see if it was her who had run onto the stage.
The boy hopped onto the stage and stripped naked in less than half a minute. He stood behind me, gently supporting my waist, and asked me to turn around. He seemed about to lift my hips to remove the penis still inside me. But the dancer held my waist, insisting I turn around with the penis still inside me. I didn't resist and complied.
But when I turned around and saw a complete stranger in front of me, I was stunned. How could I possibly struggle against two boys? The boy who had just come on stage was already aroused from watching, so his penis was already erect and ready for action.
I saw them exchange glances; one seemed to be asking, "Are you going to pull out first?"
The other replied with his eyes, "Just come in like this!"
So the guy who just came on stage immediately mounted me and shoved his penis into my vagina. If you've ever watched porn, you've probably seen it: if a guy inserts his penis into a girl's vagina from behind, unless it's so big it completely fills the vagina, there's usually a small triangular gap near the clitoris. If the second penis is long, pointed, and hard enough, it can fit through that gap. You can't see it clearly from below the stage, but I'm sure that's pretty much what happened.
I pushed against the guy's chest with one hand and tried to lift my buttocks up with the other. But the male dancer behind me held me tightly around the waist, and I couldn't get away from the second penis that was about to be inserted. I could only tilt my head back, frown, close my eyes tightly, and silently endure the tearing sensation of my vagina being stretched by two penises at the same time.
Time seemed to pass like an eternity, and the entire hall was completely silent. After the guy had shoved his penis all the way in, he stopped to let me catch my breath. None of the three of them moved on stage. I slowly opened my eyes, looked down at the two penises inserted to the hilt of my vagina, and let out a long breath. The entire room erupted in enthusiastic applause. The boy began to slowly thrust his penis in and out.
As he pulled his penis out, I relaxed slightly. As he pushed it in, I reached out and braced myself against his chest, tensing my brow and lifting my hips to receive the thrust. After a while, I seemed to have gotten used to the feeling of fullness, the initial discomfort turning into a slight pleasure. The slight pleasure then intensified into intense stimulation, causing me to involuntarily wiggle my hips and increase the speed of my thrusts.
That day, the two penises truly filled my vagina to bursting. Every thrust rubbed against a certain spot, I believe it was my G-spot, making me incredibly itchy. My body naturally swayed with the rhythm of the thrusts. I was almost lost in the moment.
After a round of frenzied thrusting, I cried out in pleasure once more.
I braced myself against the male dancer beneath me with one hand, and pushed the boy in front of me with the other. My juices gushed out between my vagina and the two penises. But the boy, still thrusting, showed no sign of stopping. He held my waist tightly, his hips pumping like waves, relentlessly pushing his penis into my vagina. He seemed to be on the verge of climax. Each thrust was harder than the last, and with the final thrust, I thought he'd even pushed his testicles into my vagina. Finally, the stage fell silent. My vagina, still wet with juices, squeezed out a glistening amount of white semen through the tight gap.
This was my first time experiencing "squirt." Since then, in the position where I'm on top, I can usually find my G-spot. Sometimes I can squirt multiple times in one night.
After ejaculating, the boy's penis slid out of my vagina. I leaned weakly against the male dancer. The male dancer hadn't ejaculated yet; his hard penis was still inside me. My vaginal fluid mixed with the semen he'd ejaculated, flowing down his penis, onto his testicles, and then dripping onto the floor in a large puddle.
The intense atmosphere on stage subsided, and the audience was completely silent. Then, applause erupted from some corner, filling the entire hall with enthusiastic applause once more. I vaguely heard someone saying I wasn't a live audience member but a professional dancer. I didn't bother explaining. I just felt a little disappointed, unsure how to face the reality that had already happened.
It wasn't over yet. The male dancer on stage rolled over, pinning me beneath him once more. He lifted his penis and thrust it into my vagina again. After two orgasms, I was too exhausted to move. I could only lie on the sofa and endure another round of thrusting. I don't know how much time passed, but then the male dancer straightened his back and filled my vagina with his hot semen once more.
The host followed me out from backstage and saw me lying there, exhausted and unable to move. She then called a few backstage staff to push me, sofa and all, backstage. Then she started calling the hot girls in the audience onto the stage. She was worried about me backstage and wasn't really in the mood for the performance.
After waiting for half an hour and not seeing me come out, she got up and went backstage to look for me. The backstage area was empty, except for me lying there, my upper body covered by the white shirt I wore on stage. My lower body was completely naked, revealing my messy vulva. She came up to me and asked what was wrong.
I said that the staff had taken turns having sex with me countless times.
She said, "What do you mean, countless times? Once is once, twice is twice, how many times did you get done to?"
I said helplessly, "Some of them did it once, some twice, I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open, how was I supposed to count! It's all your fault for saying they wouldn't do anything inappropriate."
She was speechless...
I often read erotic stories online. After reading so many articles about men abusing their girlfriends and wives, I've developed a bit of a desire to expose myself.
I'm pretty open-minded, and I often read erotic stories with my friends. I find the plots about girlfriends or wives being gang-raped unbelievable; I believe they're just the author's imagination.
I never imagined I would one day be raped and gang-raped by other men. I just often have strange thoughts in my mind, and I often wear revealing clothes to satisfy my fantasies. My friends often take me to nightclubs that invite female audience members to dance on stage. I really enjoy watching those hot girls perform provocative dances. Some of the more intense ones have hosts or male dancers on stage who guide or even physically remove the girls' clothes until they're down to their panties, or even completely naked, and then make extremely provocative moves.
I also enjoy watching these kinds of performances, and I've always thought those girls on stage are really daring. I wonder how they manage to do it. Actually, I secretly hope to have the chance to go on stage myself, because watching other girls from the audience is a different kind of visual stimulation than being humiliated myself. But every time the host invites me to go on stage, I don't want to, even though my friend keeps encouraging me to.
That night, we went to a place we'd never been to before, so we weren't sure how wild the activities were. When we went in, there was a young girl and a male dancer on stage. The male dancer was only wearing a thong that was bulging out. We had just sat down, and the music was about to end. The girl's clothes were still relatively intact; she was wearing a semi-transparent bra, and her pink panties were showing. Her top and skirt had fallen to a corner of the stage. After the music ended, she straightened her bra, bent down to pick up her top and skirt that had fallen to the side of the stage, and walked off the stage with a flushed smile.
Then the lights dimmed, and a spotlight swept back and forth, finally stopping on me. The emcee on stage reached out her hand to invite me up.
My face flushed, and I looked at my friend as if asking for her opinion, or perhaps pleading for help. But the audience was already applauding enthusiastically, urging me to go up. She coaxed and coaxed, "Go up and have some fun! That woman wasn't that bad. When you're out having fun,
you should have a good time." I said, "Just a little contact, nothing too provocative. You have to keep an eye on me!" She said repeatedly, "Okay! Okay! I know! I'll be watching you!" I was already on stage.
Of course she would be watching me; how could she miss such a rare opportunity! She wished she had a video camera! As
soon as I stepped onto the stage, the loud music started. At first, the male dancers gently led me in dancing to help me relax. Slowly, the male dancers placed my hands on his chest and slid them down. Then he hugged my waist tightly from behind, his lower body thrusting, rubbing against the crotch of his swollen pants.
At that moment, my face turned bright red, but I was actually quite excited inside.
Today I was wearing a strapless bra, a white shirt tied at the waist that revealed a section of my midriff, and a very short skirt. I looked incredibly sexy and alluring.
At that moment, the male dancer noticed I was getting into the mood. As he moved, his hands skillfully untied the knot at my shirt.
With a turn, I deftly slipped out, the white shirt already in his hands. He hadn't expected me to do that. Anyone unaware would think it was rehearsed.
The scene thrilled me, watching myself dancing intimately with another man in public, under the eyes of over a hundred people. Even though I'd only taken off my top, it wasn't much different from wearing a swimsuit.
The bra I wore that day was white; although not very transparent, after a round of dancing and the friction against my buttocks, my nipples were quite prominent, fully exposed to everyone's gaze. I could feel the frenzy of the audience; their eyes seemed about to pop out. This made my vanity swell uncontrollably. With barely audible panting, my cheeks burned like fire.
On stage, I was only wearing a bra, my breasts pressed against the male dancer, my round buttocks swaying incessantly. The dancer's hands were already at the zipper of my short skirt. In less than a second, the skirt fell to the ground, swirling around my ankles. Luckily, I wasn't wearing anything see-through or a thong; it was just a little low-waisted. But if you looked closely, you could see one or two curly hairs peeking out from the side.
My whole face flushed red, but inside I was excited. I probably thought the girl before me had also taken off her bra and panties, so I didn't think much of it and stepped over the swirling skirt on the ground. With a casual kick, I sent the skirt flying to the edge of the stage. On stage, I was only wearing a bra and a small low-rise panty, with high heels on my feet. The audience below applauded incessantly.
My hands, through my bra, were kneading my breasts, one on each side. My legs were straddling one of the male dancer's legs, my vulva rubbing against his thigh through my panty. Sometimes I really don't understand my own psychology; before going on stage, I said I wouldn't do anything too provocative. Now, my dance moves might actually ignite something!
The male dancer's right hand was around my back to maintain my balance. I couldn't see what he was doing, but suddenly, the back clasp of my bra snapped open. Caught off guard, my hands, which were kneading my breasts, immediately pressed tightly against them. I glanced at her, as if sending a distress signal, but given this rare opportunity, she wasn't about to let it go so easily. She nodded gently, indicating it was alright.
Then, the music suddenly stopped, replaced by a drumbeat, somewhat like a magic show. The male dancer whispered something in my ear, then grabbed my bra and ripped it off. My hands remained pressed against her breasts. Although nothing was exposed, a burst of enthusiastic applause erupted from the audience.
Later, I told her that the dancer had assured me he wouldn't let me expose myself without my consent, which is why I let him remove my bra. In reality, I haven't exposed a single inch.
The scene, as I've described before, resembled a magic show. I stood on stage shirtless, hands on my breasts. The dancer turned and waved backstage, and then the host came out carrying a cardboard box. They stood in front of me, frantically working on my chest. I couldn't see what they were doing, only vaguely seeing them smearing a small, shimmering substance on my chest. I kept my head down, watching. Then, another round of drumming began. When they moved aside, allowing everyone to see me again… I slowly removed my left hand, revealing my left breast, only to see a shiny nipple cover. It perfectly covered my nipple, with a few tassels about ten centimeters long. It looked like a stripper's costume. When
I removed my hand, my entire breast was visible. Was it really necessary to just leave it like that? My left breast was now completely exposed, both hemispheres. Whether I wore a nipple cover or not, it made no difference! I looked exactly like a stripper. Then came another round of drumming, as if foreshadowing an even more exciting performance. The host pulled my left hand and slowly pushed it inside my panties. The position was just right, covering my vulva. Both hands were stuffed inside the low-rise pants, stretching the already pitifully small piece of fabric off my body, no longer able to cover my dark curly hair. But I still couldn't see whose fingers were digging into my vulva.
Two hands rubbed my vulva for a while, then the male dancer standing to the side suddenly pulled down my panties from behind. I frantically crossed my legs, hoping to keep the panties from being pulled down. But with my right hand pressing on my breast and my left hand on my vulva, how could I resist the dancer's pull? Watching the panties being pulled down to my ankles, I was powerless to stop it. The panties were so tight around my ankles that it was difficult to even walk, so I had no choice but to lift my feet and step out.
I stood on the stage, sideways, my hands pressing on my breasts and vulva, staring in her direction, hoping she would rescue me. She was also hesitant, on one hand not wanting me to be played with too much, and on the other hand wanting to watch a little longer, so she could only signal with her eyes for me to endure a little longer.
The audience, however, cheered and whistled, encouraging me to take my hands off and be completely naked.
The male dancer whispered in my ear, "I told you I wouldn't let you expose yourself, right? Move your hand a little so I can cover you up."
He knelt in front of me, gesturing for me to move my hand away. I turned halfway around, my back to the audience, and shifted my hand from my vulva. From behind, you could still see my fingers pressing tightly against it. The dancer took something that looked like a butterfly from a distance from the box, fiddled with it in front of me for a while, then stood up and worked on my right breast again. I kept looking down to see if I'd been exposed. Then, as if relieved, I slowly turned around and removed my hands. There was a butterfly-shaped vibrator attached to my vulva. My right breast also had a frilly nipple cover, just like the one on the left.
Standing on the stage, all I had were two nipple covers and a vibrator. I was completely resigned to it; my hands were no longer pressing against my breasts or vulva. Then the music started again. The male dancer and I began to dance again.
This dance, less restrictive, was more natural, making the movements even more passionate. My breasts swayed incessantly in the air, causing the tassels to dance wildly.
My gaze occasionally fell on her, but it no longer held the pleading look from before. Instead, it was filled with excitement and complex emotions.
Then, I turned around, leaning against the muscular man, my body heaving up and down, rubbing my back and buttocks against his chest and bulging genitals. She even pulled his hands to caress my breasts. The male dancer was equally uninhibited, pinching my breasts from behind, his hands spinning the tassels like two windmills in front of my chest. (Let me tell you, I'm a big-breasted woman; my bra is a C-cup. Otherwise, no matter how much you swing, you couldn't possibly move those tassels.)
I raised my arms and wrapped them around his neck, turning my face to whisper something in his ear. From his eyes, I could sense a hint of disbelief, but also a clear excitement. I turned around, knelt down, pulled down his thong with my left hand, grabbed his erect penis with my right hand, stroked it a few times, then opened my mouth and swallowed his swollen, purple glans, moving my head back and forth as I performed oral sex on him.
I watched as my tongue swirled around his glans, then licked from the tip down to his testicles. My oral skills were pretty good; sometimes men couldn't resist giving me oral sex.
The male dancer turned and waved backstage, then pushed a long shawl to the center of the stage. He sat down casually, enjoying my service. He occasionally parted my hair, letting everyone clearly see my cherry-like lips stroking his penis.
I was squatting with my back to the audience, my anus naturally open, facing them. This was the first time I'd exposed myself since I started performing, and it was my fourth point. The vibrator on my vulva couldn't quite cover it; you could vaguely see it glistening with moisture. To be honest, the male dancer had never let me expose myself before.
Now I was exposing my anus to the audience myself.
After licking for a few minutes, I stood up, turned around, and faced the entire audience. I glanced at her, and before she could react, I untied the rope holding the vibrator, revealing her overflowing honey pot.
I grabbed his erect penis, positioned it, and with a thrust of my hips, the dancer's glans disappeared into my honey pot. After a few more strokes, his entire penis was inserted, leaving only his scrotum, about the size of a tennis ball, sticking out. The dancer reached behind me, supporting my waist, and made me thrust my honey pot against his penis.
I tilted my head back, closed my eyes, and rubbed my breasts back and forth. After a short while, the nipple covers came off. Without thinking, I tossed them to the ground. This meant I was completely naked in front of the audience.
Looking at the eyes of the audience below, each one seemed to want to devour me, I restrained myself. Since I was going to play, I might as well relax!
I swayed for a while, then stood up, and the male dancer's penis slipped out. She thought I had finally realized I'd gone too far and wanted to end this lewd scene.
But to her surprise, I turned around, climbed back on top of the male dancer, grabbed his penis, and shoved it back into her vagina. At this point, the atmosphere in the entire venue was on the verge of spiraling out of control. Applause rang out in rhythm with my hip-swaying, and the tempo kept increasing.
Suddenly, I let out a "whoosh," and my whole body collapsed onto the male dancer, trembling uncontrollably.
I knew this scene all too well! It was always like this when I reached orgasm. The atmosphere in the entire venue had reached its most excited state. Amidst the thunderous cheers, I looked up and whispered a few words in the male dancer's ear, then turned back to my friend and gestured, I don't know what I said. The male dancer gave her a lewd look, then beckoned the host over and gave him a few instructions.
The host then announced, "Our leading lady is now inviting an audience member to join the performance! This lucky person is..." The spotlight swept across the room, finally stopping on a boy sitting at the table next to my friend. The boy stood up, clasped his hands in a traditional Chinese greeting, and walked onto the stage with a broad smile.
(She later asked me, and I said I was originally going to call her up. But the male dancer deliberately called the wrong boy at the table next to her.)
Because I had just had an orgasm, my body was weak, and I was just lying on the male dancer, completely unaware that things had changed. The boy hadn't said a word, so I had no way of knowing that it wasn't her who was going on stage. The male dancer intentionally held me close, and slowly moved his penis, making me only focused on enjoying the afterglow of my orgasm, completely oblivious to the fact that I should turn around to see if it was her running onto the stage.
The boy hopped onto the stage immediately, and in less than half a minute, he had stripped naked. He stood behind me, gently holding my waist, and asked me to turn around. I tried to lift my waist to remove the penis still inserted in my vagina, but the male dancer held my waist, making me turn around with the penis still inside. I didn't resist and complied.
But when I turned around and saw a complete stranger in front of me, I was stunned. How could I possibly struggle against two boys? The boy who had just come on stage was already aroused from watching from below, so his penis was already erect and ready for battle. I saw them exchange
glances; one seemed to be asking, "Are you going to pull out first?"
The other replied with his eyes, "Just come in like this!"
So the boy who had just come on stage mounted me and forcefully shoved his penis into my vagina. If you've ever watched porn, you've probably seen it: if a man enters a woman's vagina from behind, unless his penis is so large that it completely fills the vagina, there will be a small triangular gap at the top of the vagina, near the clitoris. If the second penis was long and pointed and hard enough, it could be forced through the gap. It wasn't clear from below the stage, but I believe that's pretty much what happened.
I pushed against the boy's chest with one hand, trying to lift my buttocks. But the dancer behind me held me tightly around the waist, and I couldn't get away from the second penis trying to penetrate me. I tilted my head back, frowned, closed my eyes tightly, and silently endured the tearing sensation of my vagina being stretched open by two penises simultaneously.
Time seemed to pass in an instant; the entire hall was completely silent. After the boy had fully inserted his penis, he stopped to let me catch my breath. None of the three people on stage moved. I slowly opened my eyes, looked down at the two penises inserted to the hilt of my vagina, and let out a long breath. The entire audience immediately erupted in enthusiastic applause. The boy began to slowly move his penis in and out.
As he pulled his penis out, I relaxed slightly. As he pushed further in, I braced myself against his chest, furrowed my brow, and arched my back to receive his penis. After a few thrusts, I seemed to have adjusted to the feeling of fullness, the initial discomfort turning into a slight pleasure. The slight pleasure then intensified into intense stimulation, causing me to involuntarily sway my hips and increase the speed of my thrusts.
That day, both penises truly filled my vagina to bursting. Each thrust rubbed against a certain spot, which I believe was my G-spot, making me incredibly itchy. My body naturally swayed with the rhythm of the thrusts. I was almost lost in the moment.
After a round of frenzied thrusting, I cried out in pleasure again.
I supported myself with one hand on the male dancer beneath me, and pushed the boy in front of me with the other, my juices gushing out between my vagina and the two penises. But the boy thrusting showed no sign of stopping, his hands tightly gripping my waist, his hips surging like waves as he relentlessly pushed his penis into my vagina. He seemed to be at the point of no return. Each thrust was harder than the last, and with the final thrust, I thought he'd pushed his testicles into my vagina. The stage finally fell silent. My vagina, still wet with precum, squeezed out glistening white semen through the tight opening.
This was my first time experiencing "squirt." Since then, if I'm on top during intercourse, I can usually find my G-spot. Sometimes I can squirt multiple times in one night.
After ejaculation, the man's penis slid out of my vagina. I leaned weakly against the male dancer. He still hadn't ejaculated; his hard penis was still inside me, my precum mixed with the semen flowing down his penis, onto his testicles, and then dripping onto the floor in a large puddle.
The intensity on stage subsided, and the audience fell silent. Then, applause erupted from some corner, quickly filling the entire hall. I vaguely heard someone saying I wasn't a live audience member but a professional dancer. I didn't bother explaining. I just felt a little disappointed, unsure how to face the reality of what had happened.
But it wasn't over yet. The male dancer on stage rolled over, pinning me beneath him once more. He thrust his penis into my vagina again. After two orgasms, I was too exhausted to move. I could only lie on the sofa and endure another round of thrusting. I don't know how much time passed, but then the male dancer straightened his back and filled my vagina with his hot semen once more.
The host came out from backstage and, seeing me lying there exhausted, called several backstage staff to push me and the sofa backstage. Then he started calling the hot girls from the audience onto the stage. She was worried about me backstage and had no interest in watching the performance.
After waiting for half an hour and still not seeing me come out, she was wondering what was going on, so she got up and went backstage to look for me. The backstage area was empty, except for me lying there, my upper body covered by the white shirt I wore on stage. My lower body was completely naked, revealing my messy vulva. She came up to me and asked what was wrong.
I said that the staff had taken turns having sex with me countless times.
She said to me, "What do you mean, countless times? Once is once, twice is twice, how many times did you have sex with them?"
I said helplessly, "Some of them did it once, some twice, I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open, how was I supposed to count! It's all because of you, saying they definitely wouldn't do anything inappropriate."
She was immediately speechless...
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