Lara takes it further

Pulling back her tongue and forming her soft, juicy lips into a naughty smile as she savoured how every set of eyes in the room was firmly fixed on her, Lara danced the fingers of her right hand down the waistband of her v-string as it dove down at a deep angle from her hips to her crotch, still rocking her hips and teasing the audience by just barely tugging on the gold string as her fingers slowly made their down towards where her pussy was covered by the front of her skimpy panties. While she did this, Lara also proceeded to saunter her way back across the small, raised platform that constituted the stage upon which she was performing her improvised striptease.
At the same time as her fingers made contact with the front of her v-string, allowing her to feel them brushing against her sex through the thin material, Lara closed her eyes and stopped gyrating her hips. Instead, she leaned back, bringing her left arm up above her head and wrapping that hand round the metal stripper pole that was now directly behind her.

Continuing to rub her pussy through her panties, Lara spread her legs and began to sink downwards, bending her knees and gasping at the sensation of the cold metal of the pole yet again coming into contact with her naked skin, this time to push her firm, powerful buttocks apart as she grinded her way down along it.

Her knees bent and her legs spread so as to not obscure what she was doing, Lara opened her eyes again and scanned the room, noting that as the music had quieted down, so to had her audience, and all those men and even the handful of women scattered amongst the tables or along the bar were watching her intently, several heads bobbing up and down in tune with her digits working their way up and down the length of her still-concealed honeypot.
She didn’t know if the music fading away was meant to signal the end of her little act, but the excitement and the satisfaction that she derived from having all these people ogling her was pushing her on to become even more daring. When her fingers found their way in underneath the flimsy front of her panties, Lara cooed and dug her teeth into her lips, and she ceased working her back against the pole, instead remaining still where she squatted in front of it. The initial plan had been to merely pretend to masturbate, to give her appreciative audience one more thrill, but as her fingers made contact with her sex, reminding her of just how soaking wet her aroused pussy was, Lara lost it.
The patrons were silent, only a precious few even remembering to continue on enjoying their drinks as they all watched this beautiful, busty brunette play with herself, her eyes closed and her cheeks flustered as her hand was working furiously inside her skimpy v-string. So far, no one from of the bar’s management had tried to stop her, either because they didn’t mind or because they were enjoying the show as much as everyone else or because they knew that their customers would probably lynch them if they did anything to put an end to the voyeuristic fun of seeing this gorgeous woman pleasure herself.

Then, after having spent several long moments playing with her pussy, and with the fingers of her right hand now covered with her juices, Lara reopened her eyes. Her mounting horniness, along with the adoring stares that the crowd was directing towards her, prompted her to make a decision on what to do next. To that end, she shot up onto her feet, her right hand slipping out of her panties while her ass moved away from the pole, and her tits jiggling and swaying as she sauntered casually up to the very edge of the rectangular stage on which she’d been performing, which was just tall enough that everyone could see her but still so low that it wouldn’t be difficult for anyone to climb onto it if they decided to.
Impatiently, Lara had her gaze scan the locale until she found what she was looking for, and her lips were curved at the sight of Esteban, who had re-entered the barroom during some point of her stage and who was now standing around looking very flustered as his eyes were fixed on her nearly naked form. Seeing the way in which the handsome young bartender was looking at her, and the bulge that had formed in his trousers, Lara made the impromptu decision that if she’d taken her act this far, she might as well really enjoy herself.
To that end, she slid her hands down her sides and tilted her forwards, looking at the edge of the stage whilst her fingers curled around the straps of her v-string, which she began to toy with yet again, swaying and cocking her hips and working the panties downwards to the sound of frustrated but aroused comments coming from the crowd in front of her. The sound of the audience grew louder in volume when Lara began to tug her panties upwards again without having shown anything, but was then turned into a loud cheer followed by awed silence when she proceeded to spread her legs and tug the front of her panties up far enough that it was swallowed up between the bald lips of her sex, which were now out in the open and plain to see for anyone who happened to look there.

Looking up again, Lara locked eyes with Esteban, sending him her most effective come-hither look, and giggling softly when his response was to go stiff all over, looking as frozen as a statue while Lara proceeded to finally pull her panties down her legs, with everyone else leaning forwards to get a closer look when her undergarment came down far enough down her legs that her pink, hairless pussy was left completely exposed.
Stopping, Lara began to pull the panties back up again, only making it a couple of inches before the crowd roared out a collective “NO!” that had her grinning mischievously at them as she began to slip out of them once more.

“No?” Lara asked out loud, eyeing a few members of the audience whilst grinning mischievously, then resumed the long descent of her panties down her legs, until she could finally step out of them and snatched them up off of the floor, holding her right arm out at an angle from her body and letting her underwear dangle off her index finger as she sauntered back towards the pole. She wasn’t even dancing any longer, but simply walking around in the nude, her pussy juicing at the knowledge that dozens of men were now aching hard at the sight of her naked body.
Suddenly, Lara gasped as the realisation struck her that what she wanted, what she really wanted this performance of hers to result in, was to have every man there to have their cocks out in the open, jacking themselves off as they ogled her.

Casually tossing her panties down on top of her already discarded shorts, Lara cocked her hips out to her right and playfully wiggled her ass whilst looking back at the roomful of horny men over her shoulder, then spun round and boldly cut straight across the platform, arriving at the front of it just a few seconds later, at which point she again locked eyes with Esteban, shot him a scorching hot look, and raised her right arm, slowly curling and uncurling her index finger to motion for him to come join her.
As one, every other man turned his gaze towards the one amongst them whom Lara had chosen, and Esteban began the subject of envious looks while he himself looked as though he was about to suffer a nosebleed. But to Lara’s disappointment, the handsome young man didn’t budge, instead sending Lara a look as though silently pleading with her to stop teasing him.
However, this only motivated Lara more, and she shook her head and glanced at him with a lock of mocked disappointment at him turning her down.
Having definitely come to lose herself in the excitement of getting to act like this, Lara surprised everyone by suddenly leaping off the stage, several men shooting to their feet in reaction before her feet had even connected with the floor.

“Mind if I borrow this?” Lara asked the surprisingly well-dressed, middle-aged man sitting by the table nearest to where she’d landed, her hand grasping the back of the chair next to her to show what she referring to.
Dumbstruck by having this utterly gorgeous woman now close enough to him that all he had to do to touch her was to reach out with his hand, the man slowly nodded at Lara, looking comical as his gaze never wandered away from Lara’s big tits even as his head was bobbing up and down. The man was definitely one of those that didn’t quite fit in with the rest of the clientele, with his nice suit and clean-cut appearance marking him as different from the more casually clad and less well-groomed men who made up the vast majority of her adoring crowd. Sitting next to him, looking almost as dumbstruck, was one of the dancers from before, still topless and hemmed in by this man and his slightly younger-looking but no less well-dressed friend, who was making the most of getting this close-up look at Lara by refraining from blinking as his gaze roamed up and down her naked body. All three of them had been sipping champagne, but their glasses now stood abandoned on the table next to the bottle.

“Thanks,” Lara gave the handsome, slightly older gentleman a warm, slightly flirtatious smile, and carried the chair with her back onstage.

“Esteban,” Lara purred, loud enough for everyone to hear as she placed the chair down near the edge of the stage and sat herself upon, spreading her legs wide and sliding her right hand down across her belly towards her crotch whilst leaning back, “don’t you want to join me?”

“Don’t you want a taste of this?” Lara asked, as Esteban swallowed hard at the sight of her fingers pushing apart her pussy lips, with the intrepid explorer finding it easier and easier to come up with suitable lines of dirty talk.

“Run your tongue up this sweet little pussy…” Having completely lost herself in the excitement of the moment, Lara brought about a collective groan of lust when she allowed everyone there to watch two of her fingers be plunged into her honeypot.
Suddenly, Esteban’s eyes darted away from Lara’s reclining form, and as she followed it, she found herself having to turn her head to look over her left shoulder towards the point where Manuel was peeking out from behind the red curtain.
Spotting that Lara was observing him even whilst Esteban was silently pleading for him to allow him to pick her up on her offer, the young man was apparently worried about him fucking a woman up on stage leading to him losing his job, and chuckled as he nodded his head emphatically in response to Esteban’s silent question.
Lara turned her attention back towards Esteban again, keeping her new admirers entertain by slowly pumping the two fingers in and out of her juicing snatch as she watched him wipe the sweat from his brow and recollect himself before flashing her a nervous smile while his legs began to move, slowly carrying him towards the stage.

A terse “Lucky bastard” seemed to be the general sentiment among those who manage to tear their attention away from Lara for long enough to glance at Esteban as he made his way amongst the tables and towards the stage.

“Hello Esteban,” Lara greeted the young bartender when he climbed up on the stage to stand next to her, less than a foot away from where she was still straddling the chair, her bald pussy thrust towards the people watching her with only the back of her hand there to conceal it.

“Hello Lara,” Esteban groaned, staring towards the naked babe’s crotch and noticing that she’d slowed down her fingering of her own snatch now that she was talking to him.

“Looks like you brought me a present,” Lara purred, loud enough that everyone could hear her, and sent Esteban a teasing wink whilst she reached out with her left hand and placed it on the bulge running down the inside of his right trouser leg, “Something nice and big and thick and hard…”

“Nggg…” Esteban groaned, closing his eyes and thrusting his crotch towards Lara’s grasp, pressing his stiff cock tighter against her hand.

“Think I should unwrap it?” Lara asked the crowd, with the members of it who still retained the ability to speak responding with an unanimous “Yes!”.

“Maybe later…” Lara decided, after having appeared to think about it for a few seconds, “First I’m going to treat this stud to a lap-dance.”
Having said that, Lara got up on her feet and manoeuvred Esteban around, continuing to massage his dick through his pants right up till the moment when she pushed him down onto the chair.

“Now, as far as I know…” Lara began as she straddled Esteban’s waist and positioned herself to have her wet pussy rubbing against the base of his cock, “There’s usually a no-touch policy in lap-dancing. Do you know what that means?”

“Yes, senhora,” Esteban gasped, breathing hot air onto Lara’s big, round tits as her straddling him like that meant that they were only a few inches away from being thrust into his face.

“Good,” Lara grinned, grabbing hold of his wrists and bringing his hands up on her tits. With Esteban beginning to caress, grope and fondle her boobs, Lara began the lap-dance. Or rather, as it turned, began to simulate fucking Esteban cowgirl-style, grinding and rubbing her bald pussy against his crotch, closing her eyes and moaning with lust as her juices trickled onto the front of his trousers.
At some point, things progressed to the point that Esteban’s head was buried in Lara’s cleavage, with him lapping at her soft skin as he made his way with his mouth towards one of her nipples while his hands went for her ass, his fingers soon kneading her firm buttocks while the way in which his lips latched onto one of her stiff nipples caused her to slow down her movement of her hips until she was slowly grinding her pussy against his crotch whilst running her fingers through his hair and moaning out her appreciation of how his tongue was teasing her right nipple.
After pulling Esteban’s head back and treating him to a ferocious kiss, Lara dismounted him and quickly got off the stage, heading towards the table from which she’d borrowed the chair.

“You don’t mind if I borrow this too, do you?” Lara asked the suit-clad gentleman with the greyed temples when she wrapped her hand round the neck of the champagne bottle.

“Thanks!” She flashed him a grin when he shook his head in reply, and returned back to the stage.

“Missed me?” Lara’s question was met by Esteban nodding his head before she surprised him through a display of her athleticism which involved her stepping up in front of him and wrapping her left leg round his neck before thrusting forwards to shove her pussy in his face. Esteban’s nostrils flared at the scent of Lara’s aroused sex, and his hands returned to her ass, holding it tight as he pulled her slit closer to his mouth and rolled out his tongue.

The bar was silent enough that everyone could hear the girlish moan of lust that Lara let slip at the tip of Esteban’s tongue connecting with her pink pussy. Standing with her upper body leaned back, away from the seated bartender, and with her left leg dangling down the back of the chair, Lara raised the champagne bottle and upturned it over her tits, letting its bubbly, foamy contents splash down onto her boobs before pouring down her toned stomach. Looking up at Lara, Esteban kept his lips parted and his tongue stretched out, having the taste of the champagne mix with that of Lara’s pussy in his mouth before gulping it down, Much of the champagne missed Esteban’s mouth however, and when Lara dismounted him again after nearly emptying the bottle, she found that his chin was glistening wet and the front of his shirt soaked.

Determined to fix this, Lara set the bottle down and leaned in over Esteban, who was smacking his lips and looked to be enjoying himself immensely, all his nervousness having been dissolved as he now allowed Lara to flip open the buttons of his shirt before helping her snake his arms out of it until it was left draped haphazardly over the back of the chair.
Moments later, and Esteban had not only been pulled up on his feet by Lara, but had kicked off his shoes to stand there only dressed in his trousers while she’d gotten down on her knees in front of him.
Lara might have drawn out the process of removing Esteban’s trousers, teasing both him and their audience by taking her time and letting slip more evocative comments, but she was much too horny to even contemplate that, and instead rushed to get the trousers undone and pulled down to Esteban’s ankles, leaving him wearing nothing more than a pair of briefs that were packed with his stiff cock.
The briefs too were pulled down, but only halfway down Esteban’s thighs before Lara had to lean back to admire his dick as it pointed straight at her face.

“You like?” Esteban asked, his question pretty superfluous thanks to the wide, radiant grin that Lara had broken out into.

Rather than to answer him, Lara leaned back to seat herself on her ass, spreading her legs and rubbing her right hand up and down over her pussy whilst eyeing Esteban, who quickly freed himself of his clothes.