Male Stripper vs. 7 Women [MFFFFFFF]

Male Stripper Dion here again. For those who didn't read my earlier story, I regularly blog about male stripping and my shows here: http://malestripping.blogspot.com

Here's my Instagram, which has pics of me and some of the parties: https://instagram.com/malestripperdion/

Without further ado, here's another story that happened a bit later in my career as a male stripper. Out of the thousands of women I have stripped for over the years, this group was the wildest by far.

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The wildest party of my career happened to be a 40th birthday party with seven women in attendance. When the customer told me that her friends were “wild,” I nodded along. I’ve heard that proclamation before only to meet a room full of female zombies.

This time the girls gave a new meaning to the term “wild.”

My routine started out as a surprise for the birthday lady. Her friends blindfolded her and ushered me into the living room where the birthday lady was sitting in a chair unaware of her surroundings. Rock music from the 80’s played in the background. One was giving the birthday lady a lap dance, giggling the entire time. Upon my approach, she withdrew and swapped places with me, so I could dance in front of birthday lady.

I took her hands and placed them on my abdominal muscles underneath my shirt. She paused in surprise, feeling my muscles. I lifted up her blindfold and her eyes widened. She broke out into a large smile and told her friends that I was a “perfect present” for her.

Next, I stripped down to my thong, causing a chorus of cheers. The other ladies tucked dollar bills into the birthday lady’s cleavage, which I fished out with my mouth. After I got all the dollar bills, her friends rushed in to replenish the supply, shoving the money deeper into the birthday lady’s top.

“Those are way down there,” I commented. “I don’t know if I can reach ‘em.”

“Here, hon,” she said, pulling straps off her shoulder to let her top down, exposing her large round breasts. “Let me help.”

At that moment, I realized that this party was going to degrade into chaotic carnality. I did what was expected of me—clamped my mouth around her nipple for a taste. The women roared their approval. The birthday lady exhaled softly and thrust her hips towards me in response.

There had been parties where women exposed their breasts for me in a similar manner, but more as the main course of the excitement. This party was passing out the appetizer now with the promise of a tantalizing entrée followed by desert.

After a few moments with the birthday lady, I made my rounds with the rest of the women, continuing on like I would for a normal party. They didn’t want normal, though. A few told me to “take it all off.” I kept my thong off, drawing out the suspense. A Cajun lady took matters into her own hands … and mouth.

She was short, petite, and had fake breasts that ballooned out from her top. Her short denim skirt revealed a pair of tanned and sleek legs. She crawled between my legs, pulled my thong aside, grabbed my cock, and began sucking before I could even register a reaction.

I gasped, feeling the warm and slippery sensation of her lips gliding back and forth on my shaft. The other women crowded around to watch. A few hands caressed me. Someone suggested I sit on the couch, so I sank into it and relaxed.

Another lady, a curly-haired brunette, approached from my left side and leaned in close to the Cajun girl, who was still working away at my cock. The brunette began to lick my balls. Then both girls glided their tongues along the length of my cock, one on each side. I moaned in appreciation and watched them intently, hoping to burn the image before me into my mind forever.

The Cajun girl, now naked, climbed atop of the couch and stood over me, her bald pussy directly over my face. She lowered herself, thrusting her hips forward. I responded by opening my tongue and embracing her offering.

Someone else took over with the blowjob duties. I couldn’t see the newcomer due to the Cajun girl’s pussy being directly in my face. She took my cock into her mouth and milked away like her farm depended on it. Simply put, she was amazing—much better than the previous two girls.

“You didn’t know this was gonna happen to you, did you?” the brunette cooed.

I admitted that I was quite surprised. That was an understatement. I was in shock. This feeling of utter disbelief must have been what O.J. Simpson felt when he got the “not guilty” verdict for the murder of his ex-wife. The surprise did not end there.

All seven ladies took turns sucking my cock like thirsty athletes in line at the water fountain as I laid there on the couch as a passive participant. I had a variety of blowjobs ranging from soft and sensual to rough, fast, and sometimes even painful. One lady could even deep throat my cock, which was a first for me. It felt like a tightened sensation at the head of my cock as her lips touched the base of the shaft and my cock touched the back of her throat. It was too much. I had to get her to stop because I was about to cum, and I didn’t want to just yet.

As one lady gave me oral pleasure, the other ladies circulated around me, placing their nipples into my mouth or kissing me. A kaleidoscope of feminine flesh filled my vision. Tits, asses, and pussies swirled before me. I couldn’t pay much attention to who was doing what. The whole experience overloaded my senses.

This convoluted yet entertaining ritual lasted for twenty minutes or so. After a while, a few ladies lost interest and drifted off, but the Cajun girl and the brunette lingered behind. The subject of sex came up between the three of us, and we agreed to relocate to an upstairs bedroom.

We gathered together on a king-sized bed ready to commence, except for my cock. It was sore and numb to sensitivity from being sucked raw. Both women began licking my cock to get me hard again—one on each side again—so they could put the condom on. It took them some time to accomplish that, but I managed a weak, but presentable erection.

I fucked the brunette in the missionary position while the Cajun girl sucked on her breasts. Unfortunately, I did not last long. All of the excessive oral sex led me on the verge of exploding, and I came before the brunette could reach her climax.

We hung out in bed for bit and talked. Both women were very nice and down to earth. They asked me a lot of questions about my job. They especially wanted to know if they were the wildest group of girls I’ve ever had. That was a question that I could give an honest answer to easily.

The thought crossed my mind to start round two, but it wasn’t going to happen this time. I felt like burying my cock in a bag of ice rather than into another girl at this point.

On my way home, I replayed the series of events of that night through my head. I realized that I had just experienced every porn enthusiast’s ultimate fantasy, which was great, but not something that I would want to do again. My cock was so sore from the swarm of blowjobs that it felt like I fucked a rolled up sheet of sandpaper. I couldn’t even masturbate for two days afterwards. Some things are just so much better on porn.

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