By robaval
Julie was curious about exotic dancer clubs for quite a long time. In the past Julie had visited a couple clubs with her older husband but wasn’t too impressed with club parking and general safety, the dancers, audience, and lack of audience interaction and participation. Julie and I, on one of her hall pass outings with me stopped, at a Nebraska exotic, stripper/dancer club one evening. I thought this club was pretty tame as a bikini bar and with no audience interaction or participation with the dancers.
When I mentioned to Julie about SD clubs having nude dancers, some audience participation, allowing ladies in the audience to flash and do even more with encouragement from the dancers. She was definitely curious and interested in possibly going with me sometime if she could arrange her schedule to find the time. The more we talked, the more interested she was to go to a SD club with me. She had a little fantasy and interest in showing off a bit in a club as long as it was far, far from her home area where no one would recognize her. Since our first S.D. club visit about two years ago, Julie and I have been back to the club three more times basically when Julie is available and wants to go.
The L&L is a nude exotic dancer club located in an old storefront building in a very small rural SD town. I really like the L&L Exotic Stripper Club in Hooterville, SD as it is reasonably near my home. I live within 40 miles of the club, know the club owner, the manager, bartenders, and I know some of the regular house dancers. I have been stopping in at the club on and off for over 30 years.
Julie’s very first visit with me to the L&L Club was in middle of December about two years ago on a Thursday evening. Julie drove 3 hours up out of Nebraska to my hometown in S. E. Dakota for a hall pass date with me to specifically go the L&L Club for the first time and to spend the night with me to play later. I arranged for Julie to be in town and meet me by late afternoon to get ready for the L&L.
My Christmas gift to her this year was to go to a local beauty shop/spa that is owned and operated by a semi-retired exotic dancer who I got to know the past few years. The beauty shop has perhaps 6 workstations that the owner (Stacy) leases to various beauticians. Stacy has her own station in a back room and has tanning beds, etc. When Julie got into town, we met up and stopped on Main Street to say hi to Stacy, the beauty shop owner and to let her know we’d be back for our 5:30 PM appointment. Julie and I then went across the street for cocktails and an early light dinner. About 5:15 PM, Julie and I walked back to the beauty shop with Julie stopping to get her small bag out of the car. The shop’s girls had already locked up, but the owner heard us knock and she open the door for us and relocked the door behind us. In Stacy’s back workstation stall area, Stacy’s Asian nail lady was setting up. Stacy got Julie situated in a chair and went to work to do Julie’s face and hair for our later L&L clubbing outing. Julie was nicely tanned (and so was I) as we were scheduled to go for a week together to the nude Club Orient Resort on St. Martin in January.
I left the shop again for a few minutes to get a couple bottles of wine, with Stacy letting me out and relocking the door behind me. When I got back about a half hour later, I tapped on door, and the Stacy quickly let me back in the dark shop (lights were out in the shop’s main area) and relocked the door. Since it was dark, Stacy was already spectacularly topless and dressed only in sandals and panties, very nice. Julie was in the beautician’s chair, already nude covered by a beautician cape/sheet. The Asian lady was doing Julie’s toes and Stacy was getting ready to do a wax job on Julie. What could I do but crack the wine open, pour, and watch? Stacy did Julie up from top to bottom, shaved and waxed her smooth. It was very enjoyable to sip wine and watch. Stacy did Julie up in after 5:00 PM makeup, which was thick, heavy and very pro looking almost making Julie uncomfortable with the look. The Asian lady finished doing Julie’s toenails and finger nails beautifully with Christmas designs on Julie’s nails and left.
Stacy showed us some her dancer clothes and costumes. It was fun watch the girls try different parts of Stacy’s professional dancer costumes on. Julie and Stacy decided the skimpy fancy lingerie, very short leather skirt, and black silk blouse that Julie had brought in her small bag were very dressy and appropriate to wear to the L&L. Julie had brought a pair of black leather ankle high boots with 4 1/1” heels to complete the outfit. For jewelry, Julie had a string of pearls, pearl earrings and a two strand pearl bracelet. With Julie’s tan, shoulder length blond hair, blue eyes and makeup, she was beautiful. When Stacy had Julie ready, Julie got her heavy long coat. I went out and started my car to warm up and went back in to settle my bill with Stacy. Julie and I kissed and hugged Stacy good-bye and headed out.
We drove around the area looking at Christmas lights and finally worked our way over to Hooterville, SD. At about 10:00 PM, we were in Hooterville and parked out front of the L&L. Looking at the front of the club, Julie was not too impressed with the exterior and was getting cold feet. I offered to skip going into the L&L and offered to take her someplace else with live music for a drink. She thought about it bit and made up her mind to go into the L&L and look around as long as I vouched for the club being safe. There were only a few cars out front and I helped Julie out of her coat to leave it locked in the car. For this outing, I brought a stack of $5 and $1 bills for serious dancer encouragement and tipping pleasure.
As we walked into the L&L’s front pool hall and bar room, the bartender took one look at Julie and waived the cover charge for us to go to the back dancer show room, which was nice. We were greeted enthusiastically in the hallway to L&L’s back show room by a dancer I know who was on the way to the club’s restrooms (the clubs restrooms are still really not too nice)!! My dancer friend thought Julie was a new dancer there to check the place out or try out for a job. Julie was really flattered by the dancer’s attention. In the back showroom, there were only 3 tables occupied by a total 6 or 7 men of all ages. Julie and I counted 3 dancers (two AA dancers and counting my friend Haley who we just met in the hallway and who is one of the local house girls. Haley is blond, in her 30's, cute and is very nice looking and built married mother of 2 who works two or three evenings a week when needed by the L&L. Her husband can babysit when she works and she makes much better money than she would at a factory job.
We immediately ask the waitress to buy Haley a drink and asked her to join us at a table in a darker area near club’s north wall in the second row of tables out from the stage. For the rest of the evening, after her dance sets, Haley joined us at our table after working the other guys in the small audience for dollar dance tips.
After a nude on stage dance set, Haley pulled her g-string bottom back on and with her top still off, asked Julie and me to join her in a private dance booth for a $50.00 private dance for two. I walked hand and hand with the girls to the corner private booth. The booths are crudely built from plywood with a bench and a curtain door cover for privacy. Haley had Julie’s top, bra and skirt and panties off almost immediately. Haley got her g-string off and me stood up and my pants unbuckled and unzipped. The two nude girls together worked my pants down to my ankles and sat me back down. With Haley on one side and Julie on the other working me, I had my knees spread wide and was really getting hand jacked by both girls while I had one breast in each hand. From a supply shelf in the booth’s corner, Haley reached for a bottle of lube and box of tissue. She lathered the lube on my cock. By now I was super hard as Haley jacked me and I loved it. With lots of lube, Julie started playing with my balls and working my ass and as I tried to relax. Julie was able to enter with her finger and massage my prostrate while Haley jacked my cock. With Haley jacking me off and Julie massaging my ass and prostrate, I came really hard, a nut cracking, emptying blast and almost a losing hearing and eyesight for a moment type of orgasm. Haley used bunches of tissue to keep the mess down as I spurted and shot. As I calmed, Haley used the tissues and wet wipes to clean and freshen up my cock and her hands. Julie appreciated the wet wipes and cleaned up too.
Haley pulled her g-string and bra top on and Julie pulled only her skirt and top on with only a couple buttons buttoned and no bra or panties. She folded her bra and panties and handed them to me to carry. The girls, hand in hand led me out of the booth and back to our table. I was almost weak-kneed after this jack-off experience.
By 11:30 PM the girls were trading makeup hints and fashion hints and showing each other family photos. Haley was admiring Julie’s leather skirt and open blouse outfit and the fact that when Julie crossed and redressed her legs, the skirt rode higher and higher, showing more and more with a couple tables worth of guys keeping their eyes on her and getting really good views. Julie was uncomfortable with these guys staring but loved the attention.
After a dance set, Haley came back to the table and did not put her top back on, only her g-string, and did a long face to face lap dance for Julie. Before the lap dance was done, Julie’s silk top was completely unbuttoned and off to show her breasts and for Haley to chest to chest rub her. The guys in the room were all watching the girls at my table doing the lap dance bare boob-to-boob rub and not watching the AA dancer on stage. The two AA dancers in the club were not too happy. The club owner came over and for a second we were worried that he was upset with Julie having her top off out at a table and distracting business from the other dancers.... but he wasn't....LOL. He offered Julie a job whenever she’d like to work at the club.
Before Haley's 12:00 stage dance set, the girls got their tops on and she and Julie went back to the dancer's SW corner dressing room for a few minutes to freshen up. They came back out, picked music off the jukebox and hand in hand, went to the stage. By the second number, Haley had her and Julie’s tops off and everyone knew that Julie for sure didn't have panties on due to Haley working her dress up and finally taking it off. The 5 guys in the audience and I were standing at the stage rail. I think all 5 guys and I held money out for Julie and Haley to clamp between their breasts to take. Julie kept backing up and dropping the money in on a pile on stage for Haley. Julie was still pretty shy about guys touching her at this point.
I took Julie’s cell phone and motioned the guys and Haley back and took several photos of Julie nude and obviously on a club stage.
During the third number, Haley and Julie both danced nude except for heeled shoes and jewelry while they chatted a bit with us guys at the rail. The girls would step forward to the stage rail to take tips and let the guys touch breasts and more. Julie would look at me questioningly and I would nod approval and she gradually let the guys touch her nipples, rub her ass, etc. Julie and Haley moved back and forth working the guys on the rail for tips. Julie told us guys that exotic dancing was really difficult compared to social dancing and Haley agreed. Later Haley said that it was difficult for her to go dancing with her husband because she was so used to dirty club dancing and would shock people with moves.
Last song over, the girls finished collecting tips at the rail and off stage they went nude, clutching their clothes. Haley got all the money for doing such a good job and helping with Julie. It was a blast watching them. Julie was so flustered getting off the stage that that she clutched her skirt and blouse to her chest and carried them back to our table and sat down nude for a few minutes before dressing. L&L’s owner came back over while Julie was still to remind Julie that she could come to work whenever she wanted that really flattered her. I was impressed with her being so comfortable in the nude visiting with the owner and me.
As usual, I jokingly propositioned Haley to join Julie and me later to play. As usual, she said no, that she was a working girl not into that and had to get home to her family. Once before, she had told me the money was really good and exotic dancing was a good job if the girls didn’t overdo the alcohol and get into drugs or prostitution. Julie got dressed and I went out and started the car and brought her coat back in for her.
Julie was really excited, talkative and animated on our drive back to my house in town. The rest of the evening is another story for another time.
We highly recommend L&L Club in Hooterville, SD. Make contact with us here, and we'd love to try to arrange to meet other couples there during the week (not Fridays or Saturdays) or maybe even a nice single or two....
Julie and Rob
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"I'm just saying," Dan said quietly, "conference sex is a thing."
"Geez, honey," Jenn rolled her eyes. "It's a work conference, not one of your pervy fantasies."
The airport crowds flowed around the young couple, people drifting in and out of shops and food stands or making their way to the security lines that stood between them and their flights.
"Why can't it be both?" Dan grinned.
"Perv," Jenn growled, but the twinkle in her eye betrayed her amusement.
"All I'm saying is..." Dan started.
"... that if some guy tries to pick me up at the hotel bar, you're ok with me *fucking* him," Jenn whispered hotly.
"Well..." Dan flushed.
"You're a perv," Jenn replied with an amused grin. "Have fun with the house to yourself. Try not to spend the whole time I'm gone jerking off to porn."
"No promises," Dan grinned back.
<<<>>>
Lounging on the couch, Dan let the late night TV wash over him. He smiled when his phone rang.
"Hi, honey. How's the conference?" he said as he answered it.
"Boring seminars, pushy vendors, the usual," Jenn replied.
"Having fun?" Dan chuckled.
"Oh yeah," Jenn's sarcasm practically dripped through the phone. "I just love it. What are you up to?"
"Oh, you know... wild party, drinking, smoking pot, a bunch of naked coeds in the hot-tub begging to suck me off." Dan stretched out on the couch.
"You're bored and watching late-night TV, aren't you?" Jenn laughed.
"How did you know?" Dan asked.
"We don't have a hot-tub," Jenn pointed out.
"Fair point," Dan conceded. "What are you up to?"
"Well..." Jenn hesitated teasingly.
"What are you doing?" Dan perked up.
"I thought I'd go down to the hotel bar," Jenn replied.
"Looking for a guy?" Dan teased.
"Perv," Jenn laughed. "I'm meeting some friends for drinks... but..."
"But what?" Dan sat up slowly.
"Remember that little black dress you liked?" Jenn replied.
"Yes?"
There was a long pause, and Dan's phone chimed to announce an incoming picture. Glancing down he saw Jenn, standing in what was clearly a hotel hallway, reflected in a mirror. Her dark hair hung loose around her pretty face and brushed her shoulders, bare except for the spaghetti straps of the little black dress. It clung to her curves, emphasizing her fair skin, the swell of her breasts, her tight belly. The hemline lay just low enough to avoid being totally slutty but high enough to suggest wicked thoughts. Dan's breath caught in his throat. His sudden hard-on was almost painful.
"Wow," he breathed.
"I thought you'd get a kick out of that," Jenn's voice teased through the phone.
"Are you wearing panties?" Dan wondered aloud.
"Yes," Jenn laughed, adding, "perv."
"Take 'em off," Dan said.
"No," Jenn gasped, plainly shocked.
"Take your panties off," Dan insisted.
"No," Jenn replied breathlessly. "You know how short this dress is."
"Off. Right now."
"Right... Dan, I'm in a hallway. I can't." Jenn laughed shakily.
Dan said nothing, waiting. There was silence on the other end of the line. After a long pause, his phone chimed again.
Jenn stood, reflected against the mirrored doors of a hotel elevator, a tangle of thin, black fabric gripped in one hand. Her dress was hiked up just high enough to offer a teasing peek at her neatly trimmed pussy.
"Beautiful," Dan breathed.
"I'll call you later." Jenn's voice was husky. "Perv."
<<<>>>
"Damn time zones," Dan muttered to himself.
It was either terribly late or hideously early. He'd fallen asleep on the couch to the drone of the television, alternately watching old movies on Netflix and entertaining himself with fantasies of what Jenn, panty-less in her slinky black dress, might be getting up to.
The last thing she'd said was that she would call later.
Rubbing bleary eyes, Dan glanced at his phone.
There were several messages from Jenn.
The first was another picture that made him instantly, painfully, hard again. The picture, shot up below the hem of her little black dress, showed Jen's naked pussy, wet and puffy, between her two long fair legs. She must have been sitting on a barstool, her legs parted, holding her phone down by her knees.
JENN: Like what U C perv?
JENN: U up? Haha
JENN: Guy got me a drink.
JENN: OMG I think he saw me take that pic!
The last message was another picture, this one of Jenn sitting on a barstool, smiling, a drink in one hand while her other hand pulled her top down just far enough to flash a bare, hard nipple at the camera. Her legs were again spread, flashing her pussy too.
It took a moment for the significance of the picture to register in Dan's mind. She had a drink in one hand and was flashing a tit with the other. Someone else was holding the camera. Someone who had seen her take that upskirt pic. Someone who had bought her a drink. Someone who had snapped a pic of Jenn flashing her tit and pussy in a hotel bar.
The last picture had been received more than an hour ago.
Dan felt a strange twist in his stomach, nerves and maybe jealousy. At the same time, his dick was achingly hard.
His hands shook as he started to type out: Who took that? His finger hovered over the send button, then slowly he deleted the message, typed a new one and sent it.
DAN: Hot pic.
He stared at his phone, waiting. After an eternity, a minute passed. Then another.
DAN: U naughty tease
Another endless minute passed.
DAN: Fell asleep. U have fun flashing the bar?
After another minute, Dan realized that, despite the time zone difference, it must be late there too. Jenn was probably back in her room by now, probably even asleep herself. There were lots of good, simple reasons why she didn't reply right away. She might not even see his messages until morning.
He managed to force himself to wait almost a full four minutes before firing off another text.
DAN: U still up?
More minutes passed and suddenly his phone chimed.
JENN: CEnt tAlk call pater
DAN: U drunk lol?
DAN: Jenn?
DAN: U ok?
DAN: JENN?!?
JENN: C a 'll later
JENN: nifht
Dan stared at the strange texts, confused and worried. He went so far as to almost hit Jenn's number on speed dial before changing his mind. Drunk... or whatever she was... Jenn obviously would call him 'later.' Pushing her wouldn't help anything. He forced himself to put his phone down and go to bed. He needed to get some sleep. Right after he dealt with his raging boner.
<<<>>>
It was only thanks to work of his own that Dan managed to spend the next morning doing something other than agonizing about Jenn. Without the distraction, the simple fact of the several hour time difference probably would have driven him nuts. Instead, he actually managed to put his worries out of his mind and so didn't jump instantly every time his phone chimed.
Still, when she did finally call it didn't take him long to pick up.
"Hi, honey," Dan said brightly.
"Hey." Jenn's voice sounded oddly subdued.
"So, what do you have going on today?" He asked.
"Just more seminars," Jenn replied. She was nervous, Dan realized. He felt that odd twist in his gut again.
"So..." Dan hesitated.
"Yeah, I..." Jenn stammered.
"You got a little crazy last night?" Dan forced a smile into his voice.
"Yeah," Jenn replied carefully.
"Too much to drink," Dan said, offering his explanation as fact.
"No," Jenn snapped.
"Really, 'cause those texts looked pretty drunk," Dan insisted.
"I wasn't drunk," Jenn countered angrily.
"Oh, come on," Dan said. "You could hardly type."
"Yeah, well it's hard to type when you're getting fucked!" Jenn shouted into her phone.
Silence feel between them. Dan could hear distant chatter through the phone and wondered suddenly where Jenn was exactly. Probably walking through the hotel to her first seminar, he realized. Strangely, he found that part of his mind was wondering what the seminar was about.
"I'm sorry..." Jen stammered after a long silence.
"You're joking," Dan declared.
"I'm..." Jenn started again.
Dan hung up. His breath was coming in ragged gasps. His hands were shaking. He would have thought he was furious, but for one undeniable fact. His dick was so hard it was about to rip through his pants. He wasn't angry, he realized. He wasn't even jealous. All he felt was raw, violent, desperate lust.
His phone rang again.
He answered, "Getting fucked?"
"You'd said..." Jenn stammered.
"What were you doing?"
"Those fantasies you kept telling me about..." Jenn sounded close to tears.
"Shhh," Dan said soothingly. "Just tell me... when you texted me last night. That last time. Tell me why couldn't you type right."
"I told you..." Jenn muttered.
"No, tell me exactly what you were doing at that moment."
"Getting fucked," Jenn replied.
"Tell me," Dan insisted.
"What do you want to hear?" Jenn replied. "Do you want me to tell you I was on my belly. That the phone was in front of me, and I was trying to type while... while he was...."
"Was what?" Dan prompted.
"Was inside me. Was fucking me." Jenn said, her voice growing husky. "Was pounding from behind, so hard. So hard I couldn't type properly."
"He knew," Dan said. "About me."
"He knew." Jenn confirmed.
"You were..." Dan took a deep breath. "Fucking. When I texted, you were fucking another guy."
"Yes," Jenn said soft. "I was. I was fucking another guy."
"Who?" Dan asked, feeling surprisingly calm about the question.
"His name's Tim," Jenn replied slowly. "He's here at the conference."
"You met him in the bar," Dan said. "He's the one who took that picture."
"You saw... oh, right, the picture in the bar," Jenn said. "Yes, he took that. He saw me taking the pic I sent you. The upskirt pic in the bar. I didn't know he had at first. He came over and bought me a drink. He was nice. Flirty but not pushy. Then he said he'd seen me taking it. He asked who I was taking it for."
"You told him about me?" Dan felt a little shocked.
"Yeah, I did," Jenn admitted. "He asked about the picture, about why I'd taken it... and I told him about...
"You always go on about your pervy fantasies," Jenn continued. "About wanting me to... to fuck another guy. We talked about it at the airport. I took my panties off, right at the elevators. I didn't tell you: the doors to that elevator opened right after I took them off, a second after I sent you the picture in front of them. Two guys got off. They saw me. I know they did. They saw me standing there with my panties in my hand, my dress hiked up. They saw my pussy. They didn't say anything, but I know they saw. How could they not have?
"It turned me on. Riding down in that elevator, with no panties on. Knowing those guys had seen. It turned me on so much. So, when I got to bar, when Tim finally told me he'd seen me taking a picture of my pussy, right there at the bar... I was so turned on. I told him. I told him my man had told me to take my panties off. That you wanted me to flash guys at the bar. So, he offered to take another pic for me and I flashed my boob at him... and like, half the bar. I bet so many guys saw.
"I was so turned on... and Tim was nice... so, I told him. I told him your fantasy... about me fucking another guy."
"... and he decided to be that guy," Dan concluded.
"No," Jenn snapped. "I decided. You kept talking about your fantasy, and it became my fantasy. Tim was nice and he was flirty but even after I told... after I told him about the fantasy, he didn't push. He hinted a lot, but he didn't assume or insist. So, I decided. I invited back to my room."
"... and fucked him," Dan said.
"Yes," Jenn answered confidently, "I did. I fucked him. I stripped for him and I sucked his cock. He has a really nice cock, Dan... almost as nice as yours. He played with my tits and he ate my pussy and then... then he entered me and it felt so good. Oh god, Dan, it felt nasty and wicked and so very good. He fucked me and fucked me."
"He was fucking you when I texted," Dan repeated.
"He heard my phone. He stopped, to check it," Jenn replied. "When he saw it was you... he just flipped me over, face down, and pushed back inside me. He told me I should answer. It really turned him on. He just went wild. I think he wanted me to call you, but I texted instead."
There was another silence.
"It's really hard to type," Jenn added lamely. "When someone is fucking you that hard."
Dan laughed. Suddenly, unexpected, he just started laughing. He couldn't help it. He just laughed and laughed. Slowly, Jenn started laughing too, until finally the two of them were just laughing uncontrollably over the phone. All the tension between them bled away. Almost all. The knot in Dan's stomach, at least, was gone. His raging hard-on, he thought, was in danger of doing him serious injury.
"Are you... ok?" Jenn said as the laughter finally faded.
"Are you wearing panties?" Dan asked.
"What?!" Jenn replied, shocked. "Yes!"
"Well, take them off," Dan demanded. "Right now, take 'em off. Sluts like you don't wear panties."
"Dan!" Jenn exclaimed, shocked by his use of the word 'slut.'
"What, I'm a perv for wanting this," Dan said firmly. "You're a slut for doing it. In fact, I think no more underwear for you for the rest of the conference. No bra, no panties. Nothing."
There was a long pause, then Jenn replied, "Ok."
"So," Dan said. "Take 'em off."
"Dan," Jenn hissed, "I can't... not right this second. I'm in the hotel lobby."
"So, everyone in the lobby heard you yell about getting fucked," Dan replied.
"God." Jenn's embarrassment was plain. "I know, but I'm not taking off my panties for them."
She paused, "Wait a second."
Dan could almost hear her moving across the lobby.
"Where are you?" Jenn asked.
"At home, in my office," Dan replied. "Where are you going?"
"Ladies' room, dummy," Jenn replied.
"Men's," Dan said firmly.
"I can't," Jenn whispered, shocked.
"Do it," Dan insisted.
"Shit, shit, shit," Jenn hissed into her phone. "Ok, perv, I'm in the Men's but I'm going into a stall... and it's empty so no one has seen me."
"Yet, slut," Dan chuckled.
Dan heard her muttering and shifting for a moment.
"OK," Jenn said when she was done. "They're off."
"Panties and bra?" Dan asked firmly.
"Yes, you perv," Jenn replied hotly. "but you're out of luck because this skirt is a professional length."
"I bet your blouse looks nice too," Dan grinned.
"Shit," Jenn snapped.
"How wet are you?" Dan asked.
"Perv," Jenn shot back.
"Tell me," he insisted.
"Oh god, I'm soaked, OK," Jenn replied. "I'm completely horny and you're probably lucky there's no one else in here."
She paused a moment before asking, "How hard are you?"
"I'm so hard, honey," Dan replied. "I can't believe how hard all this has made me."
"I can," Jenn actually giggled, then groaned.
"Are you touching yourself?" Dan asked, a little shocked.
"That's what you want, isn't it?" Jenn purred into the phone. "I'm here, in the Men's restroom, with my skirt hiked up around my thighs, touching my dripping pussy. It feels good, Dan. It feel nasty and dirty and so good."
"Just like last night," Dan prompted, reaching into his own pants.
"Oh yes," Jenn moaned. "When he touched me, I just shivered. I knew it was what we'd talked about, but doing it... I felt like such a bad girl and that just made it better. Oh, Dan, when he put his cock in me, it was so... ahh... so good."
"You dirty slut," Dan groaned.
"Tell me you're stroking it," Jenn growled. "Tell me you're holding that beautiful hard cock."
"I am," Dan replied.
"Say it," Jenn demanded.
"I'm stroking my hard... uhh... hard... cock," Dan groaned.
"You're thinking about him fucking me, aren't you," Jenn panted. "About him inside me. His big cock... ahhh... so big... in my pussy. My wet little pussy, all stretched out around his... uhhh... big cock... as he fucked... fucked... oh god... fucked me."
"Oh shit," Dan moaned. "Oh honey..."
"That's it, Dan," Jenn panted, "cum for me. Cum... ahhh... cum with me."
"Shit!" Dan roared, his body spasming.
"Oh God!" Jenn shrieked into her phone.
For a time, the both sat panting through the phone at each other.
"I can't believe," Jenn gasped out, "that I just rubbed one out in a Men's hotel restroom."
"Slut," Dan teased. "Call me after your seminars are done."
"Perv," Jenn replied.
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