Stripping for an audience of Dads Part 2

(part 2) (part 1 is here https://xhamster.com/posts/9709522)

All the men’s eyes were on me as I started to sway, self-consciously, to the dream pop. A bit of laughter from a couple of them, but shy laughter, as if they weren’t sure if this was all a joke or not. Neither was I. I counted three women, all of whom seemed to be sitting with their husbands, looking blankly at me.

I tried to pretend that I was some sort of exotic dancer, stretched my arms out, moved a bit more smoothly, focused on the rhythm of the music, fixed my gaze just above everyone’s head so that I wouldn’t feel too nervous. The alcohol was helping, I didn’t feel the usual inhibition. I was just dancing, nothing wrong with that.

A minute or so later I remembered that for a strip tease you actually have to take things off, so I made a big deal of very slowly unbuttoning the coat, giving exaggerated winks and nods to the men. I slid it off and dropped it on the carpet, kicked it away to the side of the room. The tempo of the music had upped just the slightest bit, and I mirrored it.

My slim petite figure in the tight red dress was on display now, and the guys were visibly more interested. The chatting and jokes had faded off and I had their full attention. Most of them looked to be my Dad’s age- a few younger, a few older. As I ran my hands down my waist and hips and licked my lips for them, I could see the same expression of hunger develop on each of their faces. They saw something they wanted. A girl young enough to be their daughter- maybe some of them were even taking advantage of the eye mask I was wearing to imagine that I actually was. Who knows. I smiled, turned around, bent slowly over to show them… quite a lot. The sheer black tights and my purple knickers kept some element of mystery, but I paused and touched my toes so that they could have a good long stare at my firm little bum. Knowing what they must be fantasising about was getting me wet.

I drew myself back up and slowly pivoted back round, and it was my turn to laugh, at the intensity of their expressions, and the ferocity of their concentration. One of the wives muttered something about me being a slut and left the room, which made me blush but my mask gave me confidence, and I danced out of my shoes, and approached the men, the music pushing me on.

In that moment I was all that they wanted and all I wanted was to affect them, to make them feel something, provoke reactions inside of them… nothing existed for me outside of the room. I glided from one to the other, and they respectfully drew back to create gaps for me to pass through. Someone whispered that he wanted to touch me but I kept going, then back round to the front of the room. I reached back and unzipped the dress, kept moving, slowly, lowered it down, pausing, teasing, waiting for them to become inpatient, reading their feelings.

I had to pull the dress off, which disrupted my flow a bit, but it was clinging to me. I stepped out of it and resuming my movements, trying to vary it a little and involve my hips more, trying to remember how girls in films did it. Someone whistled and someone else asked me to take off the tights, and at that very timely moment the door opened and Marie’s Dad walked in, with Marie just behind him. She shrugged at me, to tell me that she hadn’t been able to do anything- but her Dad took a spot leaning against the wall, and nodded at me, daring me to continue. One of the guys shook his hand and said great party entertainment, you’re the man, and I felt strangely happy about that.

The track changed to a deeper, warmer dream pop tune, and everything felt more intimate, the people who didn’t want to see any more had slipped out, and I felt that I had permission from the room to do whatever I wanted. I put two fingers in my mouth and sucked them, made them wet with saliva, then ran them down my chest and stomach. I lowered the tights, stepped out of them, tossed them over to one of the Dads. He caught it and the guy next to him reached over to grip the material, and said loudly that it was warm, and wet where it had touched my knickers. The purple of my knickers was a light shade and I knew that even in the low light they could probably see my wetness, could see that I was excited.

I wondered what it would be like to be used by all these men… to have them all around me, hard, touching me, licking me, fucking me. Choking me.

Now only in my underwear, I made my way around the room again, stepping in time with the music, meeting everyone’s gaze, letting them examine my skin, hearing them whisper things to me. Marie’s Dad had sat down on the arm of the sofa, and as I passed he grabbed me, pulled me onto his lap- his friends cheered and whistled, and I felt his erect cock poke at me as Marie protested at him. He wrapped his arms around me and my hear pounded, everyone’s eyes were on us, they all wanted him to do things to me. He gripped each of my small breasts in turn, put his nose to my neck and inhaled me, passed his fingertips over my still-hidden pussy with the lightest of touches

- and then the door opened and suddenly the big light was on and everything was bright, and Marie grabbed me by the hand, pulled me out of the room as the men tried to look innocent. We rushed past her Mum who was stood in the doorway yelling at everyone, telling them to get back to the party, which lowlife hired a stripper, what in the hell did they think this was- all that. But Marie and I escaped back up to her room, collapsed onto her bed and laughed until our sides hurt. A night I’ll never forget.