She licks it.

John closed her eyes, surrendering to her desire. She slowly stuck out her tongue to lick the stripper's ass crack . . .

. . . only to have him remove it as soon she tasted the fabric of his thong.

John tried to protest, but garbled her words on her still-outstretched tongue. "Mrumph!" The people in the audience laughed.

Standing up and spinning around, the stripper shook a finger at her. "Nuh uh. We can't do anything that fun until this-" he pointed down at his underwear, "-is safely removed."

Dancing to the music, he began to slip himself out of his thong, to the audible pleasure of the crowd. His sizable cock popped out, slightly hard and framed by two big balls. He had shaved off all his pubic hair besides a small patch right above his dick.

John caught herself staring again, but she didn't care this time. The stripper rubbed his now removed underwear over her face before tossing it aside. The smell of musk returned.

"Okay," the man said. "NOW you can lick." Again, he offered her his ass.

John stuck out her tongue, touching it lightly against the stripper's ass crack. Displeased by her hesitation, the man reached back to grab her head, and rubbed her face in his butt.

"Mrumph!" John said again, her tongue shoved almost into his asshole.

The stripper peeled himself off her now, and turned to reveal his cock. He began to dance over her, sometimes slapping his dick against her face. At one point, he knelt and fondled her breasts. "Yeah, real BIG tits."

John felt her nipples being squeezed. She let out a low moan. "They're . . . sensitive . . . "

"I can tell." The man reached down to her knees, and tried to spread them apart.