Max strips

-cowritten with SammyColt-

Julio tossed a ten-dollar-bill down on the table “Loose the top,” he told her. Max hesitated for a moment. A few days ago she had been kicking these men’s asses, now this is what she was lowered too. But they had already seen everything on Darren’s tapes.

Slowly Max crossed her arms and grabbed the hem of her top, pulling it up, revealing inch by inch of tanned skin. Her shirt pulled on her breast lifting them slightly before they bounced free. She dropped the shirt to her side.

Another bill was thrown on the table. “The pants!” Julio said, his voice breathy with excitement while he stared at her exposed tits, “And do it nicely!”

Max stomach twisted. Her head spun when suddenly the whole scurrility of the situation dawned on her. She turned around, away from the three men watching her. She bit her cheek while she searched for the inner strength to proceed, to do the inevitable. It was so confusing! She didn’t simply hate the situation, at least a part of her was really getting turned on by the fact that three men she hated were paying her to strip.

Sighing she popped the button of her pants open. This was it. Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her golden shorts she bent forward a little, pushing her butt out for the men’s viewing pleasure. The tree of them held their breaths collectively as Max slowly pulled her pants down, wiggling her ass appetizingly as she shimmied out of the tight garment.

“Damn…” Brad moaned, his erection forming a tent in his pants as he watched the sexy show.

Once her pants lay pooled on the floor Max straightened up and turned back, facing the men. She wanted to cover herself up, shield herself with her arms from their lusty gazes, but she knew it was pointless. So she simply stood there in front of them, wearing nothing but a skimpy red thong, soaked by her juices, and black fuck-me-boots.

“Who said you should turn back around?” Julio frowned and made a circular motion with his finger, “Show us that ass again!”

Max glanced over to the steelhead bouncer who leaned against the door frame, watching her just as intent as the other man. Rolling her eyes she turned back around and leaned forward, presenting her butt again.

“Fuck, that’s what I call an ass!” Julio grinned.

“Did you ever … you know… do her in there…?” Brad asked Darren, blushing a little as he asked the lewd question.

Darren shook his head, not taking his eyes off her ass for a second. “Nah… she never allowed it.” Max could feel his gaze, between her cheeks, fixed on the spot where her tiny, wrinkled asshole was only covered by a flimsy strap of red fabric.

“Hey, Maxie,” Julio leaned forward in his seat, a little uneasy due to his hurt leg, “How much is it going to take for you to lose that thong?”

She hadn’t been prepared for the question, her spinning mind unable to foresee this obvious question. “Uh… uhm… twenty dollars…” she stuttered, just saying the first number that came into her mind, double than what he had paid for her shirt and pants.

A grin spread over Julio’s face. “Tell you what, Maxie,” he took another two twenty-dollar-notes from the wad and tossed them on the table to the others, “Here is forty. But I want to take them off!” He leaned in really close now for the last part. “With my teeth!”

Max gasped. She was speechless when she felt her pussy twitch at the lewd request. Her cheeks blushed and she stared straight ahead, staying motionless in her bent-over position. She shivered when she felt Julio’s breath on her back, moving downwards along her spine down to her panties. She whimpered when she felt his lips graze over her soft skin when he skillfully grabbed the waistband of her thong with his teeth. Slowly Julio used his mouth to drag her panties downwards, over the curve of her ass, baring more and more of her ass-crack until he finally exposed it all: her juice-smeared, hairless pussy and tiny sphincter.

“Damn,” Brad groaned as his friend stripped the girl completely. He had seen it all on his videos, zoomed in countless times for close-ups of her fuckholes while Darren railed into her, but seeing it like this, in person, it was something different.

Darren kept quiet. He was torn. On one side he was incredibly turned on by the brazen show of Max’ body, on the other hand he felt like something was wrong. He would have never thought to see Max in a joint like this! What was going on?

Julio straightened with a huge smile on his face. He had dragged Max’ panties down to her mid-thighs from where they fell to the floor, leaving her naked except for the boots. Leaning in closely he took a whiff, sniffing the exquisite aroma of her arousal. Then he sat back on the padded bench, enjoying the view. “Okay. Face us.”

Max turned back around and as on cue the men’s eyes lowered to her shaved pussy, greed in their eyes.

“She almost broke my god damn knee, I'm first,” Julio lifted his hand up motioning her over to him. Max reluctantly moved to him, sliding gracefully into his lap.

She would play the whore. Accomplish her mission. One arm wrapped around Julio's neck and she lifted herself slightly before rolling her hips into his own. She could feel his hardon against her hot pussy. The fact exited her, making her grind harder into him. She looked back. The guard was still there, his eyes glued to her round ass.

She felt Julio’s hands on her butt, his fingers digging painfully into her naked buttocks. She slapped his hands away immediately and continued to grind her cunt against his crotch. Julio looked at her angrily. She stared back. “You pay, THEN you play!” she said firmly.

“Fuck!” Julio grunted, “I need you!”

“Money first!” Max insisted, pressing her wet cunt especially hard against his erection, her juices soaking his jeans. “Or my big friend over there is gonna have a word with you!”

Julio glanced at the bouncer and quickly checked the wad of cash. It was still thick. “Seventy for a blowjob?” he asked.

“A hundred!”

Julio growled, but nonetheless he tossed two fifty-Dollar-notes onto the table. “This better be worth it,” he mumbled.