28-09-2016, 09:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 01-10-2016, 02:13 PM by urpussysucker.)
Stripping For My Nephew
I am NOT the author. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here.
Now this story goes here as:
I slid my hands over my skinny toned stomach as I smoothly put my slinky black bra over my round D cup breasts. My nipples were still erect from my performance.
I slid on a white wool sweater and tied my silky blond hair into a loose bun.
I pulled out the last of the bills that were stuck in the waistline of my thong and organized them in a neat pile before putting them into my bag.
“How’s the crowd tonight Carly?”
“Not bad Stacy, a few horny businessmen but I’m afraid I milked them for everything they have hun.” I winked as I looked up at the familiar face of Stacy, a stripper who was about to start her nightly shift.
She laughed
“You would you whore!”
I laughed
“Don’t worry Stace, I’m thinking about retiring soon, I’m almost 27 now, it might be time for me to find a real job.”
“A real job? Carls you pull in more stripping then most women see in their lives!”
“Hmm, you ARE right about that.” I giggled
She laughed
“Oh Carly, this job has gotten a lot less fun since you’ve taken the matinee shift, when you switching back?”
“Oh just a couple weeks more I think; My sister is going through a pretty ugly divorce, she asked me to take care of her kid for a couple of weeks while they get all their paperwork figured out.”
She replied
“Hmm, and your sister is alright with leaving her kid with a stripper.”
“I don’t know about a stripper, but she’s alright with leaving her son with his loving Aunt, which is what I am. I’ve always loved that kid as if he was my son; and my sister knows that” I explained
She smiled back, seemingly accepting my explanation. She continued
“Well it’s about show time, I got to get going, come back ASAP I miss you, and by the way the tips are a lot better this time of night.” She laughed
“Alright bye Stace.”
She walked past me and towards the stage. I put on a comfortable pair of jeans as I heard an emphatic cheer coming from the drunks in the audience.
I am NOT the author. I am simply sharing this lovely story with all of you because I have not seen it on here.
Now this story goes here as:
I slid my hands over my skinny toned stomach as I smoothly put my slinky black bra over my round D cup breasts. My nipples were still erect from my performance.
I slid on a white wool sweater and tied my silky blond hair into a loose bun.
I pulled out the last of the bills that were stuck in the waistline of my thong and organized them in a neat pile before putting them into my bag.
“How’s the crowd tonight Carly?”
“Not bad Stacy, a few horny businessmen but I’m afraid I milked them for everything they have hun.” I winked as I looked up at the familiar face of Stacy, a stripper who was about to start her nightly shift.
She laughed
“You would you whore!”
I laughed
“Don’t worry Stace, I’m thinking about retiring soon, I’m almost 27 now, it might be time for me to find a real job.”
“A real job? Carls you pull in more stripping then most women see in their lives!”
“Hmm, you ARE right about that.” I giggled
She laughed
“Oh Carly, this job has gotten a lot less fun since you’ve taken the matinee shift, when you switching back?”
“Oh just a couple weeks more I think; My sister is going through a pretty ugly divorce, she asked me to take care of her kid for a couple of weeks while they get all their paperwork figured out.”
She replied
“Hmm, and your sister is alright with leaving her kid with a stripper.”
“I don’t know about a stripper, but she’s alright with leaving her son with his loving Aunt, which is what I am. I’ve always loved that kid as if he was my son; and my sister knows that” I explained
She smiled back, seemingly accepting my explanation. She continued
“Well it’s about show time, I got to get going, come back ASAP I miss you, and by the way the tips are a lot better this time of night.” She laughed
“Alright bye Stace.”
She walked past me and towards the stage. I put on a comfortable pair of jeans as I heard an emphatic cheer coming from the drunks in the audience.
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28-09-2016, 09:57 PM
One of the bouncers accompanied me past some “over enthused fans” and walked me to my Chrysler 300.
“Have a goodnight Carls.” “Thanks Steve, you too.” I drove off into the night and made my way home. I pulled into my driveway. I reached into the car drawer and sprayed myself with some perfume in an attempt to get the smell of smoke and liquor out of my clothes. I opened the door. “Tyler I’m home hun” “Oh hey Auntie.” He yelled from upstairs “Task, so you’ve gotten too old to give your Aunt Carly a hug have you?” “Um, no ha-ha, I’ll be down in a second.” I heard a locked door jiggling open as he slowly made his way downstairs; cheeks flustered. He gave me a hug. To my surprise I found something hard poking my right leg. His attempt to hide his boner by pitching it up in his waistband apparently failed as it slid back down. I didn’t want to embarrass him as I casually walked away into the kitchen with my back to him; giving him time to pitch it back up. “So how was your day Sweetie?” I asked “Oh um not bad, kind of boring; another long hot summer day, how about you, how was the office?” “Can’t complain, I’m really tired though, I’m going to catch a shower.” I made my way up the stairs. A thousand thoughts were rushing through my mind. My 18 year old nephew had obviously just been masturbating. It’s alright I guess it’s natural at his age, still it was weird, I had known Tyler since he was a baby and it was hard to think of him getting old so fast. I entered the bathroom. Tyler masturbating didn’t bother me, what really bothered me was the fact that I had to lie to him every night I came home from “the office”. I hated lying in general, but something about lying to my beloved nephew who was going through what he was going at this time just ate me up inside. I let my blonde hair loose and looked into the mirror. The once innocent 16 year old girl in me was gone. Still the same radiant golden tan skin, still the same sharp model-sequel features, still the same wide green eyes but instead of hope of a perfect world like they once were; they were now filled with the crushing truth that is reality. I stripped off my sweater and bra; revealing my round breasts. I lifted them up one by one, inspecting them in the mirror; at 27 years old they still had great bounce. I stepped out of my jeans and slipped my thong off.
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