When I separated from my husband, after six years of marriage, I felt an enormous sense of freedom. Of course, in the last years of our marriage I was already sneaking out to break the routine. We lived in a little inland town and everything was very difficult. It took a lot of care, a lot of discretion. Now, free again, I could have the new sexual experiences my body was so hungry for. Since we had no children and I had always been financially independent, the separation was simple. As soon as I could, I moved to São Paulo, where I got a part-time job at an advertising agency. Incognito in the big city, with half my day free, I found the courage to fulfill my great fantasy: working as a striptease dancer.

I chose an old movie theater downtown, which no longer showed films. It was strip shows straight through, from afternoon to night. I spoke to the manager and, after looking me up and down carefully, he hired me.

Modesty aside, I’m really not bad-looking at all. At 27, I have a perfect body. I’m the petite type, very well proportioned, with perky breasts with large dark nipples, thick firm thighs, and a big, upturned ass that drives men crazy. A girlish face, with blond straight hair, almond-shaped blue eyes, and a red, full mouth, all help draw male attention. So it’s no surprise the club manager hired me to start the next day. The pay was lousy, but that was fine—I wasn’t looking only for money.

I confess I was nervous on the day of my debut. The old cinema had been remodeled. Now there was a small stage and a catwalk in the middle of the audience seats for the girls to strut along. My new coworkers gave me a few tips and, finally, I stepped onto the stage to a Madonna song. I was wearing a long silver dress, very low-cut and with a huge slit, through which I showed off my legs. The audience applauded a lot when I came on, which boosted my confidence. Slowly, always wiggling my hips a lot, I took off the dress. First I unzipped it in the back and let the top part slide down, revealing my two little breasts, still covered by a white lace bra.

Then I let the whole dress slip to the floor. I was wearing a tiny white thong, wedged into my ass and so small that some pubic hairs were sticking out. It was time to face the catwalk. Wearing only the bra, the thong, and high heels, I started walking and swaying among those raised arms, which touched my legs, my thighs, hungry, wanting more.

Sometimes, while I was shaking my hips, I bent my knees, bringing my ass closer to those hands. And they took advantage of it, pressing their fingers against my pussy, trying to get under my panties. By then they were soaked, a liquid running down my thighs and slicking up those men’s hands.

The audience went wild when I got down from the stage. Part of the show was to wander among the seats and sit in some spectators’ laps. I, greedy, groped their cocks over their pants, feeling all that lust for me alone. I sat in several laps, smelling the scent of the excited males beside me. While I wiggled my little ass, they worked with their hands, squeezing my tits. My rock-hard nipples wanted to punch through the bra. They ran their tongues along my ear, calling me hot and a whore. But the one who caught my attention most was a tall, strong guy who didn’t seem old enough to be allowed in that place. I sat in his lap and, while his hands roamed over my body, I finished the strip. First I took off the bra and then, very slowly, the wet panties. In a perfect toss, I threw them toward this guy. He caught the underwear in the air and brought it to his nose to smell my arousal. Then I lay down on the stage and spread my legs wide open, showing my fleshy pink pussy, with the hairs neatly trimmed.

Feeling those dozens of male eyes fixed on my hole was a wonderful sensation! Then I turned over, getting on all fours, giving the audience a view of my little asshole. To finish, in a performance that wasn’t scheduled in the program, I masturbated onstage, using the heel of my shoe. It was delirious! The next day, there was that handsome guy again, staring fixedly at me. I went back to sitting in his lap and feeling that electricity. It happened two more times like that. Until, on my fifth day of work, I forgot all the manager’s and the other girls’ advice and whispered in his ear to wait for me outside.

I took him to my apartment. He was shocked to see a stripper with such a fine, middle-class place. But that wasn’t what mattered. I quickly took off my big boy’s clothes, freeing a huge, throbbing cock, completely hard. I couldn’t resist and went down on that dick right away. I started by running my tongue around the purplish head in soft circular motions. Then I moved down to his balls, which I licked all over.

He trembled with lust. Then I shoved the cock into my mouth, swallowing almost all of it, and sucked with enthusiasm. In no time, he came all over my face with an abundant load of cum that I drank down greedily. Only then did I take off my clothes. It was my stud’s turn to eat me out. He pulled on my clit with his lips, thrust his tongue into my pussy and my little asshole, all while squeezing my little tits. I moaned and screamed with pleasure. And I wanted more.

I pulled him on top of me and got into the roast-chicken position, to be penetrated by that enormous shaft. It was sensational! My hunk recovered in no time and was already hard again, brushing the head of his cock against my cunt. But I knew what I wanted. I turned my back to him and, with my hand, guided his member to the entrance of my ass. I felt the glans push past my ring, then his whole cock bursting me open, until I felt his balls slapping against my ass. I howled with pain and pleasure, rocking back and forth in rhythm, until once again I felt myself flooded with his spunk.

The next morning, my boy was still fucking me one more time. I worked there for another month, until the advertising agency decided to move me to full-time. During that period, I had other interesting adventures with clients, with the manager, and with my coworkers. But I kept a special fondness for that well-endowed hunk.