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underlying tension in the air. We arrived in a parking lot of what looked like a two level bar. Cars were parked to the max in the lot, and the bright lights of this bar illuminated the otherwise isolated area of this tiny town. It was the true definition of the Boonies, as the bar looked like a secret government facility experimenting on aliens. We pulled into the packed parting a lot of a two level bar, its bright lights illuminating an otherwise isolated corner of the tiny town. Surrounded

by darkness. The place felt like the definition of the Boonies. The bar resembled a secret government facility experimenting on aliens. The Wolfman drove the suv with its seats folded down for a spacious cargo area to the back of the establishment, where a large carport could accommodate at least six cars. I looked at him in a bewildered state. Don't worry, I know the owner of this establishment very well, he

said with a smile. We parked and he grabbed a small pouch containing something unknown before asking me to join him in the back of the suv. Completely in love with him, I immediately did as he asked. The cargo area was set up with blankets and pillows, which he laid out and then told me to get comfortable. Without warning or hesitation, he lifted my skirt up, yanked my panties off, and said, you won't be needing these anymore tonight. I gasped, taken aback by his sudden boldness. His aggressive

nature sent a thrill through me. Heeding my body with anticipation. I could feel the excitement building between us as he tossed my panties aside, his eyes filled with a hunger that matched my own. He then buried his head in my pussy and began licking it like a wolf that was fitting of his nickname. It felt so good as his licks were hard, forceful, and consistent. It didn't take long for me to climax as he kept his head

down there to slurp it all up. He removed his head from my pussy and then laid on his back as he then grabbed my hand and took it to his cock and told me to stroke it. He locked his piercing gaze with mine, his eyes filled with a raw, unbridled emotion. I love you, he declared, his voice, unwavering and sincere. My breath caught in my throat, Taken aback by the intensity of his confession. I wanted to remain strong, to resist the pull of his magnetic presence, but I

could feel my resolve crumbling. Despite my best efforts, I found myself losing everything to him, my heart surrendering to his gravitational force. In a whisper that barely escaped my trembling lips, I replied with a definitive I love you too. I continued to stroke his cock as he moaned with pleasure, and I increased my grip. The Wolfman then abruptly grabbed my head and forced it down to his cock as

his moans intensified. Yes, that feels so fucking I'm going to come, and I want you to swallow it all, he said with a howl. I wailingly prepared to yet again take his seat down my throat, as my thirst for him had only increased as the days passed. With a hard tug at my head and a jerk of his cock, my mouth filled with his cumb as I swallowed with my eyes open so I could see the pleasure in his eyes and look at him with his eyes closed as he exerted his control over me, and

I willingly succumbed. We lay together in the back of the cargo area, and I realized he hadn't brought me this far from the city just to park and have oral sex. He had another motive, one I had yet to discover. Then he did it again. He pushed me to step outside my comfort zone, which gradually became less intimidating each time I did it. I need you to sniff this, he whispered to me. I shook my head no and pushed it away. He then kissed me on my forehead and pushed the small tube to my nose.

I didn't want to, but I couldn't tell him no, so I inhaled. This time, I didn't pass out. Instead, I felt at ease and relaxed. It was comforting. He then again unexpectedly pulled my legs apart and rammed his cock inside me as he fucked me hard, pushing my ass into the mettle of the cargo area, giving me both pleasure and pain at the same time. As my body remained relaxed from the drugs. I could see a lustful and determined look in his eyes as he continued

fucking me intensely. I grew excited at the prospect of him finally coming inside me. As he tugged at my hips To avoid distracting him, I stayed silent, hoping he would relax, let go, and finish inside me. Just as I wanted and craved, he was getting close and losing control. I could feel his energy and desire to take me. My hopes were dashed when he suddenly jerked his body off mine and shot his load off to the left of my body. Why wouldn't he come in me, I

asked myself. A deeper question I had was why I wanted him to do that. After letting his pleasure simmer down, he took the tube to his nose and sniffed before putting it to mine as I again sniffed. At this point, I was unaware as to why I would need to feel total relaxation, but that reason was about to become very apparent as I was about to take a giant leap of faith.

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feel my cheeks burning with embarrassment. Sure that everyone was staring at my naked body, judging every flaw and imperfection. As I stepped into the shower, I couldn't help but sneak glances at the other girls, comparing their curves and breasts to my own. The hot water cascaded over my skin as I watched them lather their bodies, tracing the paths of soap bubbles as they ran down their backs

and between their thighs. I wondered if they were looking at me too, analyzing my developing body with critical eyes. After the shower, I would stand in front of the mirror, examining every inch of my naked form, pinching at the soft flesh of my belly and thighs, wishing I looked more like the other girls. I hated having to strip down every day, feeling so exposed and vulnerable, convinced I could never be as sexy or desirable as they were

in their nudity. But then one day, as I was drying off, one of the girls complimented me on my body, saying how pretty my breasts were. I felt a warmth spread through me that had nothing to do with the shower. Maybe I wasn't different after all, Maybe I could learn to appreciate my own unique beauty, even if it wasn't the same as theirs. The Wolfman nodded as he heard

my story. He then asked, so, after you started looking at strippers in a more favorable way, what was the main reason you kept going to see utter Cup and other girls take their clothes off. I took a few seconds to gather my thoughts and then answered. At first, I was intrigued by the psychology behind how some women could shed their clothes in front of strangers without an

ounce of fear or self consciousness. But as I watched the stripper named Buttercup work the stage, I realized there was so much more to.

power over them that went beyond mere physical attraction. It was psychological, almost primal, the way she could make them feel and desire with just a look or a touch. I found myself longing to understand that power, to someday be able to harness it. For myself to stand naked and unashamed before a crowd of men, knowing I could bend them to my will with nothing more than my body and my sheer force of presence. The thought sent a thrill through me, a heady mix of fear and

fascination that I couldn't shake. The Wolfman reached into his pocket and pulled out a silky blindfold, handing it to me with a mysterious smile. Put this on, he instructed, his voice, low and seductive, I have a surprise for you. My heart raised with anticipation as I slid the blindfold over my eyes, plunging myself into darkness. I felt the Wolfman take my hand and leading me out of the

car and into an unknown building. The air was cool and scented with a mix of perfume and alcohol, and I could hear the low murmur of voices and the clink of glasses all around me. Welcome to my kingdom, the Wolfman whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my spine. This is my establishment, a place where fantasies come to life, and tonight it's your turn to take the stage. I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with fear as I

realized what he was asking of me. You want me to strip here in front of all these strangers, I asked, my voice shaking slightly. Yes, my dear, he heard, his hands trailing over my body. I'm giving you a safe and controlled way to live out your deepest desires, to feel the rush of power that comes with bearing yourself before an audience. This is your chance to help me change the world, one dance.

I grabbed the mask and immediately put it on. I knew if I thought about it too long, I wouldn't do it without knowing what lay ahead or the consequences of my actions. I stepped blindly into the unknown. As I glanced back, the Wolfman smiled at me with approval. All right, we're going to take a quick break and we will continue with our story after these messages. This is sex Time Stories. I am your host, Maximum Jones. We will continue with this story, but first we need

to offer a quick disclaimer. This episode contains graphic, explicit sexual content that is intended for an audience of adults only, but your audience is over the age of eighteen years and up. For our episodes here on, sex Time Stories can be reached at her email and that is sex Time Stories at outlook dot com if you have any questions or comments. The mask clung to my face. The world tinted and narrowed, my senses sharp and raw. I

could feel every whisper of air against my thighs. The tight red top hugging my breasts, the short black skirt barely concealing how exposed I truly was. No panties, just smooth, tingling skin, slick with nerves and anticipation. My heels clicked along the glossy marble as I descended the sweeping staircase into the main bar, the sound of laughter and clinking drinks mingled with the hypnotic pulse of music that filled the air, vibrating through my bones.

more focused crowd above us. Perched on a gleaming gold trim stage, a lone dancer twisted around a chrome pole, skirt bunched at her waist, naked breasts bouncing with every calculated arch of her back. Her panties hit the floor to a roar of applause. Men showered her with bills, splashes of green filling the air like confetti. She drank in their attention, letting it fuel her slow, confident undressing.

Despite the raunchy display, it was immaculate. The blue velvet, the crystal chandeliers sparkling against polished brass, the staff gliding through the room with silent efficiency. Here, sin and decadence were art forms, not excuses for chaos. For all the opulence, though, something even more intoxicating shimmered beneath the surface control. This was a place where access was celebrated, but respect was enforced. A secret pride bloomed low in my belly as I

realized just how high class all of this was. The Wolfman hadn't just built a den of iniquity. He had created a temple to pleasure, one where performers and customers alike followed the same sacred rules. It was erotic, intimidating, and dazzling, all at once, and tonight by his command, I was about to become the show. The wolfman told me that I would know when it was my turn to hit the stage when an announcement was made for all patrons to cease all other activities and focus on

the stage. He told me that I would hear that announcement, followed by one asking a special guest to step up to the stage. He wanted my first time undressing at the pole to feel special, making sure the entire room's attention was on me. I proceeded to walk around the club, and several men offered me drinks and invitations to leave with them. Some offered money, others made promises that I

would be taken care of forever by them. It was flattering and they were respectful, but I knew it was empty, as men make promises they can't keep when trying to get pussy. All were respectful, except one who came at me aggressively and wouldn't take no for an answer. As I made my way through the crowded bar, a man stepped into my path, his eyes gleaming with desire as he looked me up and down. Hey, there, gorgeous, he murmured, his voice low and suggestive. How about you ditch this

place and come with me? Instead, I'll make it worth your while. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear as he began to describe in explicit detail what he wanted to do to me. First, I'd nibble on those pretty nipples of yours, he whispered, making me shiver despite myself. Then I'd slide my fingers deep inside that sweet little pussy, stroking you until you're dripping wet and begging for more. My breath caught in my throat as he continued his words, painting a vivid picture in

my mind. And then I'd bury my face between your thighs, licking and sucking on your clit until you're writhing beneath me, screaming my name as you come over and over again. Despite my initial repulsion, I couldn't deny the heat that was spreading through my body, his words igniting a fire in my core. Please, I found myself whimpering. I need you to fuck me hard and deep, I teased, as I had no intention of it happening, but wanted him to feel the heat. That's it, baby, he growled. Beg

for it, beg for my cock. He was about to suggest that I bend over so he could put it in when suddenly a burly security guard appeared at his side, looking stern. I'm going to have to ask you to leave the lady alone, sir, he said, firmly, grasping the man's arm and pulling him away from me. At that moment, an announcement echoed through the bar, instructing everyone to gather around the stage in anticipation of a special guest. My heart leapt into my throat as I realized that was

my cue. Taking a deep breath, I began to walk towards the stage, ready to give the performance of a lifetime.

rows of lockers and the other girl's unconcerned nudity. The same choking vulnerability, the same urge to run and hide, slammed into me for a heartbeat. I nearly obeyed it, nearly spun on my heel and fled not just the stage but the entire bar. But then I remembered the Wolfman's faith in me, the promise I'd made. We were in this together, and I couldn't wouldn't let him down. My love for him was a warm, solid thing, a

weight that anchored me, kept me from bolting. I latched onto the memory of his eyes, his voice, let them pull me back from the edge. As I neared the base of the stage, a new sensation prickled over my skin, cutting through the remembered shame. My body hummed with an electric, sensitized awareness, my nipples tightening, my pussy growing slick and achy, so many strangers lusting for me, soon to be driven wild by nothing but my nakedness, my dance. The thought

was terrifying, yes, but also darkly, deliciously thrilling. I felt powerful, desired, and above all ready and then I was there, poised at the edge of the stage, the pole cool and inviting inches from my fingertips. I looked out at the crowd, their faces wrapped and eager behind the safety of my mask. This was it, the moment I dreamed of, the moment my whole life had been leading to. It seemed I was the goddess, the queen, and they were my subjects,

my playthings. For the first time in my life, I was truly utterly in control. Taking a deep, steadying breath, I reached for the pole and began to dance. The only thing that had been missing suddenly appeared. The Wolfman took his position front and center, watching me intently as I prepared to live out my dream. The music blared through the speakers, while the lights dimmed everywhere except the

brightly lit stage. As I began to dance around the pole, I could feel the eyes of every man in the crowd on me, drinking in the sight of my body as I moved. The attention was like a drug, heady and intoxicating, and I found myself getting lost in the sensation, my hips undulating to the beat of the music. Slowly, I reached up and began to unbutton my top, letting it slip down my shoulders and fall to the stage,

revealing the lacy bra underneath. As I walked around the stage, my eyes were drawn to one man in particular, his cock visibly hard through his pants as he stared at me with naked hunger. I felt a thrill of excitement mixed with insecurity as I contemplated the next step, removing my bra and exposing my breasts to the crowd. But the thought of all those men lusting after me, desperate for a glimpse of my naked body, was too tempting

to resist. With trembling hands, I reached behind my back and unhooked my braw, letting it slide down my arms and fall away. The moment my breasts were exposed, I heard a collective intake of breath from the crowd, and I saw the men's eyes go dark with desire, like hungry animals ready to pounce. Emboldened by their reaction, I reached up and grabbed my breasts, pushing them together and bending over to give the crowd a better view. I could feel their eyes on me, hot and intense, and

it only fueled my desire to keep going. I glanced over at the wolfman, who was watching from the sidelines, and saw him nod in approval, a small smile playing at his lips. With a burst of confidence, I reached down and slowly slid my skirt down my hips, letting it pool at my feet as I stepped out of it, completely naked except for my mask. The moment my pussy was exposed, I felt a rush of heat wash over me, as if the gaze of a hundred men and women

was a physical caress, setting my skin on fire. I danced around the pole, lost in the sensation, feeling more alive and powerful than I ever had before. As the music reached its crescendo, I spun around the pole one last time, my head thrown back in ecstasy. And then as the final notes faded away, the Wolfman jumped onto the stage, wrapping me in a robe and pulling me close as the crowd erupted in cheers and applause, the sound washing over me like a wave of pure, unadulterated approval.

That was the moment that I'll never forget. It was bigger than getting my degree. This was my true calling, and I was instantly hooked. All of this was just a fantasy. Though I had patience that depended on me. I couldn't do this forever. I had to get a grip on reality. My primary issue, aside from being addicted, was that I had a new patient who needed me the most, and I couldn't let him down. I would do anything to help and please the Wolfman. That was amazing,

my love. The Wolfman said, now, let's go change the world. I didn't quite yet know what that meant, but I knew my world was changing and I was going to get it.

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