Message-ID: <5868eli$9711252326@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: sweetkaren@usa.net Subject: Moroccan Club (exhib, gang) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <347b51f1.19741289@news.inna.net> I have always been fascinated by the prospect of being naked through no apparent fault of my own and have taken advantage of every opportunity to flash. My most recent experience however, was a surprise and could have easily turned into a real bad scene. I was on vacation in Morocco and had found my way to Marrakesh. In the main square that night as I was eating dinner, I was befriended by a good looking Moroccan man, about 20 years old. He was so charming and we sat together talking about travelling while we ate. He invited me to join him at a night club only frequented by local people and because I like to experience life the way foreign people live it, I agreed. Now, I should explain that I am blonde, about 5'10", 25 years old and work out a lot. My body is hard and I work to keep it that way. I have no fat to speak of, measure 35-22-34 and have long legs that I love to show off in high heels and black stockings. We finished eating and I of course was drinking wine, although it is not always easy to find in muslim countries. We walked down one of the wide boulevards Marrakesh is famous for, still chatting. The evening was warm for April and the smell of jasmine was strong in the air. We went into the club which was hardly noticeable as a night spot. Once we got inside, it was dark and music was pulsating from deeper inside. We were ushered into a large room which had a long stage, almost like a runway. As my eyes started to get used to the dark, I noticed that there were a lot of men sitting at tables along with a few women. We ordered drinks and the heat had made me thirsty. I drank my drink down almost immediately and then another one. After my third drink, I was feeling really good. I was dressed in a black wraparound shirt and a long black skirt, which had a long slit up the side, but which also had buttons. I had self supporting sheer black stockings and black high heel pumps. Of course, I had almost all the buttons on the skirt fastened (not a good idea in muslim countries to wear miniskirts). I was just thinking about how much effect the drinks had had on me when the music started playing louder and floodlights came on over the runway. A moroccan girl came out and started dancing very seductively on stage and I watched her every move. She was dressed in very flimsy clothes and as she danced, she slowly removed some material from her costume. I suddenly realized that this was a dance of the seven veils. It took her three songs and about fifteen minutes to remove them all, but she was still essentially clothed. I made some comment to my companion that she was not very good at this and that in the US she would not even rate a second glance with such a performance. He didn't say anything to me, just stood and made some kind of announcment in arabic. I looked at him and asked him what he had said. He said "I've just told the crowd that you did not like the performance and that you could do much better". I was mortified and my mouth suddenly went dry as the desert. My drink was gone and I went to grab his drink, but he gave me a fresh glass and I downed it in one. Then it hit me. I knew what I was doing but suddenly I didn't care about anything. I turned to him and said "OK I'll show you all how to dance" and I got up on stage. The music was pulsing and the lights were flashing in time to the music. I couldn't see the people in the body of the club. I started dancing and half way through the song, I began undoing the buttons on my skirt. I didn't stop until I had reached the top of my stockings. I unfastened the tie on my shirt and slowly peeled it off. I was wearing a black lacy bra and my tan really looked good against it. I was really getting in to this now; I undid the skirt and stepped out of it. The crowd was whistling and applauding at this. We were now into the second song and I reached behind me to unsnap my bra, slowly letting it fall to the floor but while holding my tits, one in each hand. When I moved my hands, a cheer went up. I hooked my thumbs in the sides of my briefs, slowly pushed them down and stepped out of them, to another louder cheer. I danced naked, except for my stockings and shoes in front of all these men. After the next song started, I was dancing to the edge of the stage and squatting down, then leaning back, spreading my legs for them all to see my wet pussy. I collapsed backwards and lay with my legs spread wide as I put one hand down and stuck my middle finger up my pussy, then pulled it out and tasted it. The room was alive. I shifted forward until my legs hung off the edge of the stage. I could now make out the face of a young Moroccan boy just in front of me. I gestured him to come towards me and grabbed his head and pulled his face into my wet crotch. He immediately stuck his tongue into my cunt and licked my clit. I was so horny by now that I was totally out of control. Suddenly there were men all around me, touching me. I had men's hands all over my tits, spreading my cunt wide and feeling up inside me. One even stuck his finger up my ass. It all felt so good. Something was thrust in my mouth and I realized it was a cock. Then another cock up my cunt. Oh god, I never felt this way before. The cock in my cunt was thrusting as the one in my mouth erupted. I tried to swallow it all, but couldn't; some spilled down my chin and on to my tits. The cock in my pussy started to twitch and he pulled out to spray all over me. I was pulled to the edge of the stage again and a cock plunged in to my asshole with such force it took my breath away. Someone then squatted over me and pushed his cock into my pussy. I had never had two cocks this way before, but it was so good. Another cock in my mouth, I was aware that there was a crowd around me on and off stage. The cock in my ass let go a load of cum and was replaced by another. I felt cum splattering over me as these men jerked-off over me. When it all ended, I had had orgasm upon orgasm. I was literally covered from head to foot in cum. My hair was saturated because someone had pissed on my face and I didn't even care. When they finished with me, I was still ramming three, then four fingers into my cunt. I finished up with my fist up my cunt and three fingers up my ass. They carried me outside and dropped me in an alley around the corner, complete with clothes, purse (intact) and covered in cum. It had begun to rain and I just lay in the rain jerking my fingers in and out of my sopping wet cunt. I must have fallen asleep, because when I awoke, everything was silent. It was still raining slowly but fortunately that must have kept anyone from seeing me. I dressed as best I could and made my way back to my hotel, where I showered and fell asleep. When I awoke the next morning, I packed and decided to move on. When I checked out, there was an envelope waiting for me at reception. When I opened it, there were about a dozen photographs of me in various poses, from lying on stage holding my pussy wide open to ramming my fist into my cunt while covered in cum. I still have the photos and from time to time, I look at them, get horny again while silently thanking whoever prevented me from being found and arrested. Its a good thing Morocco is so far way. Sweetkaren@usa.net -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /