Bosco Big and Small

By gushogan.


Peak stripping happens sometime between the age of nineteen and twenty-five. I’m pushing thirty. Most strippers drink, smoke, or use drugs. That shows in their face, which is why by thirty, so many of them look forty. Stripping is all about fantasy. Most of the guys and gals who come to watch strippers want youthful fantasy. I don’t drink, smoke, or use drugs. I eat right. I work out. Lots of yoga. I pass for twenty most nights. I know that won’t last forever.

My name is Anna Maria. My stage name is Bosco because of my smooth chocolate skin. I am like the old chocolate syrup drink from the 1960s. My dad was black. My mom, Italian. I grew up in Poughkeepsie, New York. I started stripping at eighteen the moment I became legal. I was a high school senior. I started stripping in a Catholic school girl costume because I would just wear my school uniform at the club.

I do best at clubs where I can take my pants off. I’m very flat-chested but with big nipples. That is not a prime stripper. I won’t get implants. Clubs have offered to buy implants for me, but I don’t like how that would change my body. I am crazy thin with just enough girly hips to be a girl and a tight boy butt. My magic comes from downstairs. I have a big clit and big pussy lips. I am shaved smooth, but you can tell when you look, I would have a monster bush if I let it grow. I might just for a change of pace. Guys all want to touch. They can’t. Unless I let them. And that clit and those lips are what sell lots of champagne room and lap dance time.

I recently moved from Lexington, Kentucky up to Chicago. I’m dancing at a club called Sky Dive. And it is a dive. Totally mobbed up. The owner skims lots of cash. Dancers don’t care. The money is great. A bad week I take home $5000. A good week I double that.

There can be no disagreement: size matters. I’ve been touching cocks through guy’s pants while giving lap dances since I was eighteen. The words average and cock size are misleading. Math teaches that if you add ten and five, you get fifteen. The “average” of those two is seven and a half. The so-called cock “average,” according to all the “published” articles, is five and a half. That means there are a lot of four-inch cocks to average out with all of the eight-and-a-half-inch cocks. Eight plus four is twelve. Divide by two. You get six. See my point. The reality is there are a lot of big cocks out there and a lot of small ones. The middle is rather thin. I prefer a hard fuck from about eight thick inches every time. I will never say no to ten inches. I might think twice about bigger than ten. I’m not a big girl.

Guys love to take strippers home. They think it’s some kind of conquest. It’s not. When I go home with a guy, it’s because I felt him up, and I think he’ll be adequate to make me feel filled.

Ironically, I make boatloads more money from small guys than the big ones. I tell them they are small, and they keep buying lap dances so that I can feel them up and tell them again. They say criminals have a compulsion to confess. The small guys all want to confess about how small they are. Small guys want to be felt up. Small guys really want to pull their pants down and show someone. Maybe they don’t want their friends to know they are small. But they love to let strange girls know. A stripper is perfect because I’ll keep groping them so long as they buy dances—no risk of rejection.

It’s easy to take a big dick guy home if you are working Sunday through Thursday. You can do it on Friday or Saturday too, but if you have half a brain, that won’t be until the club closes at 4:00 AM. Rules are simple when your night is over, you pay the house $200, and you give 25% of what’s left to the DJ, bartenders, and bouncer. If you leave early with a big dick guy, and you can leave early as long as there are at least 6 girls still working, you pay the house and tip out the DJ, bartenders, and bouncers 50% of your take. Of course, if you find a big dick guy mid-week and leave early with him at like 11:00 or midnight, you usually can call the night a win, but you still make less money.

I usually liked to make a Monday or Tuesday big dick guy night. But you have to work it to find one, and you still need to make some money.

Typical Tuesday around 8:00, I saw a couple of guys come in—looked they worked construction. Girls always watch the door for fresh meat. After the waitress delivered their beers, I walked over. The guys were cute. Probably 30s. I picked my first target. Later learned his name was Todd. I sat on his knee. Felt his crotch. I asked if he wanted company. He was not to be the take-home one. Not close at all. His friends laughed and encouraged him. Of course, he said yes to a lap dance.

We walked over to the lap dance room. It’s darker. You can see very little, the illusion of privacy. He tipped the bouncer. He gave me $50. He got three songs. I felt him up.

“What’s your name?” I asked. I really didn’t care, but he was going to spend more money on me.

“Todd,” he said.

“Hi, Todd. I’m Bosco.” The first song started. I groped Todd and took off my top. I teased him with a nipple. I really rubbed his crotch. I got a shit-eating grin.

“Todd,” I asked. “Wanna know something?”

Todd smiled. He liked being groped.

“Sure,” he grinned as he said it.

“I like groping you.”

“You do?” Todd seemed intrigued and surprised.

“I do.” I groped more. I teased my hand at the top of his pants. “You wanna know why?”

Todd was mine.

“Sure, why?”

The first song ended. I pulled off my bottoms. My clit, it’s big, was on display. So were my pussy lips. I stuck a finger in my pussy, stroked my clit, then licked the finger.

“See anything you like?” I asked.

Todd smiled. You could see he wanted to touch my clit.

“Todd,” I went on and started grinding my ass in his crotch. First, I put my hands on his thighs. Then, I turned and looked Todd in the eye.

“Todd, I like groping you because you have a small dick.”

Todd feigned indignation. His eyebrows went up, and his face got all twisted. I knew his secret.

“How do you know that? He asked.

“I grope a lot of cocks.” I put my hand right on his cock when I said that and squeezed it through his jeans. The second song ended.

“Todd, give me your hand.”

I grabbed Todd’s hand. Todd didn’t have much choice. When the bouncer turned away. The bouncer always turns away for the whole third song. Dancers know this. I rubbed my clit with Todd’s hand.

“Todd,” I said as the third song started. “I want to see your cock. You can’t show it to me here, but you can if we get a champagne room.”

“You really want to see it?”

“I really want to see it.”

I gave Todd more nipple. Then, I sat on Todd’s leg and pushed my hand just at the top of his jeans. The third song was longer, so I turned around and gave Todd more ass grinding. This was all the upsell for the champagne room.

As the third song ended, I heard the DJ reminded the audience—really remind me—that I was on stage two in three songs.

I gave Todd a peck on the cheek and told him he knew where to find me and that I really wanted to see his cock.

I went off to dance.

On a Friday or Saturday night, you can make big dollars on the stage dancing. Lots of drunk guys will sit in the first row and shower you with singles. Song one, you start clothed or topless. I always start topless because I have no boobs to tease. Song two I go bottomless. Song three, I go bottomless and sick my pussy right in guy’s faces. That always sells a few dances.

On this particular Tuesday, the first row was not filled by the stage. Only about four guys. I’d make a few dollars. I did my usual show. I got about $25. Not wild, but it was Tuesday. I gathered my clothes and to head back to the dressing room for a break. I peeked before I went in back to make sure Todd was still drinking with his buddies. He was. One of the guys by the stage motioned me over. He mentioned lap dance. I sat on his leg and felt his crotch. He was take-home material for sure. I was immediately wet. I mentioned I was taking a break but promised to find him. His name was Brian. I learned in the lap dance room. I now had two agenda items.

The dressing room was a bunch of naked and half-naked girls smoking. Some girls compared notes. I usually kept my thoughts to myself—beyond anything obvious. Like I told a couple of girls, Todd’s construction friends all seemed eager for company. But that was a no-brainer. I didn’t mention Brian. The girls could find their own big cocks. I drank a big bottle of water. Have to keep the skin smooth.

Off to find Todd.

I sat on Todd’s knee. His friends looked jealous.

“Todd, do we have plans?” I asked.

Todd grinned at his friends. But, unfortunately, the attention was spoiling Todd, something rotten.

“Sure do,” he responded.

I stood and pulled Todd to the bar to pay for a Champagne room.

Sky Dive’s Champagne rooms are small private rooms with a couch and a table. The “theory” is that the dancer puts on a private show. The reality is that because the room is private, dancers do whatever they want. I did less than most. But I always let small dicked boys show me their stuff. That’s what they wanted. I wasn’t going to put a small dick inside me. Some of the girls will take any dick for a few dollars.

We got into the room. I reminded Todd that he had to tip me for a good show. Todd had already paid the bartender $95 for thirty minutes in the room. Todd gave me $200. That was average. Nothing special. I was down on my game tonight. I should have worked Todd over on another lap dance first.

I sat Todd down on the couch. Songs started to play outside on the stage. I danced slowly. After song one, I took off my top. After song two, I took off my bottoms. I wandered over to Todd. I was going to help learn the “rules” for our dance.

I whispered, “Todd, you can touch my clitty if I am moving your hand there. I control the touch.”

Todd nodded.

I pulled on Todd to stand up. I groped his dick through his pants.

“Can I see it now?” I asked in a whisper.

Todd nodded.

I undid his belt. I paused and pulled his right hand up to touch a nipple. I let him squeeze.

“Not too hard,” I whispered.

Another song played song three.

I started on Todd’s zipper. Slid it down. Then I grabbed the top of Todd’s pants and shorts and pulled both down.

Todd’s dick was rock hard and maybe 4” on a long day. His balls were tiny too.

I smiled and looked at Todd. I kissed him on the cheek. Todd just had no clue what to do.

Sometimes I don’t do much with the small dicked guys. Sometimes I snap a picture with my iPhone. Todd, I would touch. He had a cute dick.

I touched the top with a finger. I have short dike nails, but I ran the back of my nail around the head of his dick.

I pulled Todd’s left hand to my clit. Todd’s dick twitched.

I rubbed the shaft on Todd’s dick with my left hand. I rubbed Todd’s hand on my clit with my other hand. I slowly masturbated both of us together. Todd didn’t last long. The fourth song ended, and Todd shot his load in the middle of the fifth song. It wasn’t much—a small mess. Todd was mesmerized. I motioned for him to pull up his pants and sit.

I grabbed a napkin and wiped the cum off my hand.

We just sat next to each other for the sixth song. The songs had been short ones, so we stayed in the room for a seventh song. Todd was all swoony.

“Todd,” I whispered. “I really love seeing small dicks like yours and making them cum. Come back and find me again another night.”

Todd grinned. He would brag to his buddies about the stripper loving him and doing him in the Champagne room. But, of course, $250 of Todd’s dollars were to blame for that … nothing about his dick. Song ended, and I was on to Brian.

Did the walk around the club to see the fresh meat. I walked past Brian and told him we could do the lap dance room right after my next tour on stage.

Got up on stage. About ten guys, this time in the front row. Not great, but not bad. The DJ promised me a third song that would run long, so I would have lots of time to do my spread legs while lying on my back and making my moneymaker move with my clit. The key—I can touch the guys. They just can’t touch me. I kick my legs behind a guy and pull his face right up to my clit. I won’t do all ten guys. But I will do a few, and the tips are great. Tonight it was like printing money. I kicked my legs over the first guy’s shoulders, and the first row let out a collective whoop. I pulled his mouth right up to my big clit and slid up and down. Singles flooded the stage. Left the stage with $100 in tips plus two guys wanting lap dances. I teed them up to follow Brian. I told them to watch for me leaving the lap dance room and catch me when it was their turn.

Brian was next. Brian wasn’t that tall, maybe 5’8”. Dark hair, a bunch of tattoos, looked strong. Brian tipped the bouncer and paid me $50. We settled in a particularly dark corner of the lap dance room. I got naked before the first song. I sat on Brian’s leg.

“I’m Bosco,” I began. I rubbed Brian’s crotch and felt his dick.

“Brian,” Brian said.

“Having fun?” I asked. I gave Brian a peck on the cheek.

“Yeh, lots,” Brian said. Brian seemed to enjoy me rubbing his dick. It was hard and had grown a bunch.

The first song started. Great beat. I put my ass on Brian’s crotch and ground away.

“What brings you here?” I asked.

“Temporary job assignment. We’re installing some new machine tools up the road.” Brian said matter of factly. “Staying at the long-stay motel down the street. I was bored, so I came in here for a few.”

“Better than drinking alone?” I asked.

“Much better,” Brian responded. Brian had noticed the attention I kept giving his cock. The first song ended, the second song.

I pushed things a bit for the second song. I ground my ass on Brian’s dick, but I pulled one of his hands onto my clit. Ground him and made him finger me for the whole second song.

“Brian,” I said. “We could play lots more if you took me home with you.”

Brian gave me that blank look you get when someone can’t believe their good fortune.

“How much?” Brian asked. Many dancers charge for “take out,” as it’s called when they go home with a guy.

“Nothing,” I said. “My treat because I really really need your big cock.”

Brian grinned.

I continued, “I need to stay here at the club until 11:00. So find me at 11:00, and I’ll follow you home.”

The third song played. I stood between Brian’s legs third song so he would watch me move. I just ran my hand along his dick a few times. I also stuffed two of Brian’s thick fingers in my cunt so he could feel how wet I was. Best his cock, wait for more fun later.

Song ended.

“I’ll find you,” Brian said as we left the room.

Did two more tours on stage. Hustled a couple of lap dances and took two more small dicked guys back to the champagne room. One was an unfortunate case. It wouldn’t even get hard. I took pictures. He liked that. I showed the other small guy off to a few girls. I had them poke their heads in the champagne room when the guy was naked. He acted all embarrassed, but I made him pull his hands away from his cock so that all the girls could get a good look. I took a few pictures of him with the other girls holding his cock. I’m tempted one day to edit faces out and put a hall of fame of little dick pictures up in the dressing room for all the girls to see. I’m going to retire from making small guys show off their little dicks.

Eleven came. I paid the house and tipped out the DJ, bartenders, and bouncers. Not a great night, but not bad for leaving at 11:00. I followed Brian’s car about a mile down the road to one of those long-term stay motels.

I wasn’t there for romance. I was there for the big cock. I pulled my clothes off right when we got into the room. I pushed Brian toward the bedroom and went for his belt and zipper. Pulled his pants down. His dick was already half-hard and stuck out over six inches. Very thick, thicker than my wrist. Veiny. Brian shaved all his pubic hair. Big balls in a low-hanging sack.

I went down and sucked on Brian’s balls. His dick grew. It was now about 8 1/2 inches—thick bulbous head. I licked from Brian’s balls to his asshole. Brian was still standing next to the bed. I licked on his cock. My tongue teased the tip then I put my mouth around the head. That was a big cock to fit in my mouth. It was too thick. I wouldn’t be able to swallow the whole thing. I worked his cock long enough to be polite before we moved onto the main event.

I pushed Brian back onto the bed on his back. Brian was just following along at this point. I kept sucking on his dick but was careful to keep him far from coming. This was all about preparation.

I climbed on top. I have strong legs, which matters here because I had to take him slowly because of his girth. I put the big head between my lips. I teased it along my very aroused clit—which itself was sticking out majestically.

I stuck the head inside my cunt. I was dripping, which was good because this would take all the lube my body could make. I slid gently up and down on the head. Brian squirmed and moaned a bit. Brian made some thrusts up—which I resisted because his thick dick had to be taken slowly.

I slid down another inch or two. I like big dick. No pain, but a strong sensation was pushing my pussy walls out. I slid up then down. I pulled Brian out and slid my clit all the way down Brian’s shaft to his balls. Slid my clit back up the shaft and stuck the head back in my pussy. My lips were swollen and wrapped around Brian’s big dick.

I took more of Brian into my pussy. Brian was heaving. He really wanted to thrust hard, but every time he tried, I slid up. After that, we would go at my pace.

I now had about six inches of Brian in my pussy and slid up and down. Finally, I took all of him. I felt his big balls on my butt. I reached behind me and stroked Brian’s balls as I slid up and down on his cock. I was full—that’s the only way to describe it. I came. I would come again and then again, but my pussy squeezed like crazy on Brian’s cock and overflowed with juice. It was going to be cowgirl only tonight so that I could stay in control. I was using Brian’s big cock to masturbate myself.

I needed more and started going up and down fast on the cock. Brian thrust, and now instead of resisting, I welcomed it. I came again. I was going to make Brian come. I swiveled my hips and twisted as I rode up and down on his cock. Finally, I got what I wanted as I felt a big string of cum fill me. I stopped. I know dicks are sensitive after they come. I let Brian go soft inside me.

Eventually, I lifted. Brian’s now soft (but still damn impressive) dick slipped out. I lay next to Brian. Finally, I had what I wanted. Brian was all lovey-dovey and wanted to get to know me better. I shooshed him and went to the bathroom to clean my pussy.

Brian probably wanted another round or two. I wasn’t in the mood. I had gotten fucked by another big dick. As big dicks go, it was ok. Very thick. But I’d find another big dick tomorrow night. I got dressed. I took long enough in the bathroom that Brian was sleeping. I let myself out and drove home.


Bosco, Will, and the Big Bush

My name is Anna Maria. I’m a stripper. My stage name is Bosco. The name came from the fact that I have smooth chocolate skin. I’m like the old chocolate syrup drink from New Jersey in the 1960s. My mom was Italian, my dad black. I recently turned thirty. I’m past was I would call “peak stripper.” I have been working lately at a strip club in the Chicago area called Sky Dive.

How do I look? Key to understanding me as a stripper is that I’m a crazy flat chested skinny girl. Big areola and big nipples but less than an A-cup. My money maker has always been my big clit and pussy lips. All the girls at Sky Dive are shaved smooth, but two months ago, I mentioned to the Sky Dive owner that I could grow a great bush and rain forests in my armpits. I told him he might like the added traffic from the curiosity seekers who would read about it on the Internet. The boss said yes.

I wanted to do something to increase my champagne room take because I’m sure retirement—as a stripper—will need to come by thirty-five. I may still look 22 now, but that won’t last forever.

I took a couple of weeks off to let things grow. I took the time to visit my mom in Poughkeepsie, New York. After a month of no razor, things were good. After two months, they are raging. Boss liked the look so much he asked a natural redhead to grow in her red bush. He pretty much wants everyone else shaved to within an inch of their life, but he likes the idea of two “freaks,” as he calls it, to help drive traffic.

The redhead has been growing it out for a month now. She has cute stringy pubes and a bunch of red hair growing down the inside of her thighs. I have a great treasure trail with my bush. My big clit still sticks out when I get it a little aroused. The redhead, her stage name is Taylor, and I often do doubles on stage to get the place rocking.

Mid-week nights, you need to push to make your money. Whether the place gets crowded mid-week is very hit or miss. This is a story about one of my typical Wednesdays.

I like to start early mid-week to make sure I catch the guys taking in a few strippers on their way home from work. Lots of girls like to come late. So I’m there and on stage by 4:00. Taylor has caught on and usually is thereby 4:00 as well, so we can work our dual magic on the early crowd.

This Wednesday, there was a geeky guy, I later learned his name was Will, who sat down on a barstool along the side of the room. There is a shelf along the sidewall that holds drinks and a whole line of stools for guys who come in alone so that they don’t take a whole table that would be better suited for a group.

I went up to Will and worked my game. Since I went furry, my usual costume is a Catholic schoolgirl, so I can hide the bush until it’s time for the reveal on stage. If I wore a thong and bikini top, the rain forest would be visible. I used to wear a thong and bikini when I was shaved. With a too tight thong, you could still tell I had big pussy lips.

“Hey, stranger,” I said. “My name is Bosco. What’s yours?”


“Want company, Will? Buy me a drink?”


I motioned to the waitress and told her to bring me my usual. My “usual” dancers’ drink was tonic water and lime. It’s a “vodka tonic,” if anyone asks.

I made small talk with Will. Will is a college professor at the local community college. He’s in his early forties. Divorced. No children. And from our wordplay, Will seems to be bored out of his mind from his current life. He likes my Catholic schoolgirl outfit and loves it when I tell him it’s actually my real school girl clothes from when I was an eighteen-year-old senior at Our Lady of Perpetual Virtue back in Poughkeepsie. I’ve shortened the plaid skirt just a bit. Of course, I didn’t tell him that.

I show him a picture of me as an eighteen-year-old high school senior on my iPhone. He marvels. I don’t tell him that I started stripping at 18. I also don’t tell him I’m thirty now, but I look quite a bit like I did back as an eighteen-year-old high school senior. I have the fantasy going in Will’s brain. I probably look like a community college student, maybe one of his twenty-something students just out of high school.

I move closer and touch Will’s thigh. He doesn’t push my hand away, so I push higher. Slowly. The waitress comes by, and we get another round of drinks. I think I make $5 from each dancer’s drink. The House makes the rest. Will has another beer. I feel him up. I smile. I like what I feel.

It’s my turn on stage. I tell Will not to go anywhere because I’ll find him when I get off the stage.

We dance to three songs. In the first song, I’m fully dressed. I used to go topless right away, but I’ve changed it up now that I’m a schoolgirl. Fully clothed is where I prove I actually can dance. My ballet training serves me well. I make a lot of moves to show off my strong legs. In the second song, I go topless. This is where my raging pits appear. I always make sure to put my arms over my head a lick at least one armpit. I have a longish tongue, and the pit lick usually draws a couple of guys from their table up to the first row by the stage. In the last song, I go nude. As I pull the skirt off, I gently rub my clit to get it to pop and stand up. I do a strut around the whole stage, so the guys in the back can see the big bush. I spend most of the third song on my back, letting the guys in the first room get a look up close at my spread vagina. Every show for a few guys, I will kick my legs behind them and pull them right up to my clit.

Will was in the first row by the time the third song started. Will was my first stop. I pulled him close. Held him close. I told him he should get a lap dance when I got off stage.

I moved on a did a few other guys. There were two guys in the first row when I started and at least fifteen by the third song. The bush worked its magic. A couple of guys wanted lap dances as I came off stage. I told them I had a few requests but would get to each in turn. It was looking like a lucrative Wednesday night.

I found Will back on his stool.

“Lap dance?” I asked.

“Yes.” Will beamed.

I took Will’s hand and walked him to the lap dance room. The lap dance room is very dark. It has a long bench along the side. A bunch of little tables by the bench. The customer sits on the bench, and the dancer works her magic. Will paid and tipped the bouncer. Will gave me the $50 “dancer tip.” The room was empty this early in the night. I took Will to the back corner, far away from the bouncer. Bouncers always gave me lots of space to work.

“Ready?” I asked.

“Yup,” Will said.

“You get three songs,” I said. I groped Will’s crotch. Small dick. Yes. I thought that the first time I groped him, but now it was undeniable. Small dicks are the money maker.

I continued. “I like you, so I’ll do all three songs, nude. I took my clothes off and sat on Will’s let. I took his right hand and pulled it up to my pit.

“Like the hair?” I asked.

Will looked about to burst. The rule is you can’t touch the dancers unless, of course, the dancer touches you. So I slowly ground on Will’s leg through the first song. My right hand had Will’s hand in my armpit. I used my left hand to rub Will’s crotch. Tiny penis. It felt hard, but like there was not really much there—kind of like a roll of Lifesavers.

In the second song, I took Will’s hand and put it on my bush. Will gasped and looked a little panicked, like the bouncer would kill him. But the bouncer wasn’t looking.

I ground my ass on Will’s crotch in the third song and pulled both his hands on my bush. I used his right hand to rub my clit. The third song ended.

“You like that?” I asked.

“Yes,” Will smiled somewhat at a loss for words.

“We can do more in the champagne room,” I worked the upsell.

“We can?” Will asked.

“We can,” I said. “And I can bring another furry friend if you want. A girl named Taylor has a big red bush. Taylor and I might play. You get six or seven songs in the champagne room.”

Will looked about to burst. He also looked at his wallet.

“We have a cash machine,” I said.

“You do?” Will asked.

“Just for moments like this. I liked feeling you up,” I added. “I can feel more in the Champagne room.”

Will was hooked.

Bouncer peeked in. I told him we were coming out. Bouncer grinned. He knew where we were going. I found Taylor in the dressing room. We grabbed will. Will paid for the room at the bar. He tipped the champagne room bouncer. We went into the room, and I made a point of Will seeing that I locked the door. Very private.

Taylor and I stripped. Taylor rubbed my clit. The first song started. I used my long tongue to lick one of Taylor’s nipples. Taylor rubbed my clit and stuck a finger inside my vagina. Will watched intently, wondering what’s next.

The second song, Taylor and I, stood in front of Will.

“Your turn,” I said. Taylor and I each took one of Will’s hands and put it on our bushes. Will was in heaven. He was kind of rough, but I really didn’t care. Taylor pretty aggressively pulled two of Will’s fingers into my vagina and fucked them. I pulled Will’s fingers out of Taylor and stuck them in my mouth for a taste. Then I put them back in.

Third song.

“It’s your turn,” I said to Will. Taylor followed my lead.

“My turn?” Will asked.

“Your turn,” I repeated. I stood Will up from the couch. I went to Will’s pants. Undid the belt. Pulled down the zipper. Pulled pants and underwear down all at once.

Will looked a little confused, but he didn’t try to stop us.

“I wanted to see your delicious cock?” I said.

“You did?”

“I did, ever since I groped you. I love little cocks like yours. I need to see it and play with it.”

“You do?” Will asked.

“Taylor, don’t you love cute little cocks?”

“I do.” Taylor grinned. She reached down with two fingers and stroked it. Will was hard, and it was tiny.

I kneeled in front of Will. I sat Will back on the couch. I spread his legs wide and played with his little balls.

“Small cocks are so cute to play with,” I said. I reached over to my purse and pulled out my iPhone. I took a few pictures.

I showed the small cock champagne room picture folder on my phone to Will.

“I have a whole collection of these,” I said.

Fourth song.

“You’ve got to cum for us,” I said. “Taylor and I will watch you stroke it.”

Will started to stroke. I rubbed Taylor’s clit while Will stroked his small cock. Taylor was getting really wet. I would have loved nothing more than to eat Taylor out just then, but then I couldn’t watch Will stroke his small cock and eat Taylor at the same time.

Will was beating it hard.

Fifth song.

Taylor was really getting into me, rubbing her clit.

“Next time you rub me,” I told Taylor and giggled.

The show was too much for Will, and he came.

“Don’t do anything,” I said. He had held the cum. “I want you to lick the cum off your hand. But let me take a picture first.”

I took a picture of his now softening little dick and hand smeared with cum. There wasn’t that much cum.

“OK, lick.”

I took a picture of that too.

“You really like my dick?” Will asked.

“Little dicks are my favorite,” I said. “You can play with me any time you come here.”

Last song.

I started rubbing Taylor again. Taylor came and squirted all over my hand. It was great. I told Will to rub my bush and clit. He did. Song wasn’t long enough for Will to get me off. Will just wasn’t that good. I told Will to lick my juices off his fingers.

The song was ending.

“Let me touch it before you pull your pants up.” I felt up Will’s now very small soft cock. I also felt up his little balls.

Will left his pants down so I could take another look.

There was a knock at the door. The bouncer reminds us time was up. I opened the door and motioned the bouncer to come in.

“Don’t do anything, Will,” I said. Will stood motionless. Probably afraid of the bouncer. His little dick was still on display.

I pointed at Will’s cock for the bouncer. He just shook his head. This was our game. I did this all the time. The bouncer was a big biker guy. Two of the other dancers poked their heads in as well. One giggled. The other put her hand over her mouth to hold back a laugh. I pulled both girls into the room so they could take a long look. I motioned the girls over to Will. Each took a turn holding his little cock while I took a picture. Taylor took a turn as well. The bouncer got in the game and pulled out his fact cock—it’s a very thick uncut 7 inches soft—the bouncer held his cock next to Will’s while I took a few pictures of the cocks together.

“Ok, Will. Put your pants back on now,” I said. “And what’s your phone number? I want to text you a few of the pictures. Will told me the number, and I texted him the cock comparison shots and the pics with the other girls.

Taylor and I picked up our clothes. I gave Will a peck on the cheek. I told him Taylor and I were going to the dressing room to take a break, but we’d be back out in a bit. Will had paid Taylor and me each $300.

I came out of the dressing room to take another turn on stage after about fifteen minutes. I didn’t see Will anywhere. I was sure he would be back. Small guys love to let strangers see their cocks. They can’t help it. So I gave Will exactly the thrill we were looking for. Four naked girls and a bouncer saw his small cock. As a bonus, Will got to touch my bush and clit and get a great picture with a normal dick. I’m sure he doesn’t get to do that a lot.


Bosco, Will and Ruth

It was a Tuesday night in January. My name is Anna Maria. My stage name is Bosco—because my skin is chocolaty smooth like the old chocolate syrup drink they used to sell in New Jersey. I’m a stripper. I currently dance at a place called Sky Dive near Chicago. My mom was Italian. My dad was black. I take after my mom in lots of ways. Mom raised me Catholic. I don’t go to church much, but I still have those Catholic values. I was a Catholic School Girl for twelve grades. I respect people and always try to be nice to them. That’s what the nuns always taught us to do when I was in Catholic school. Be nice.

A guy came into Sky Dive, who I recognized from November. I’m good with names. The guy’s name is Will. He had a girl with him. Interesting. From across the room, she looked cute and young. Maybe 5’4″. Easily D-cup boobs. Probably a size 8. Not fat, but not thin either. She was wearing a dress. Dark brunette. Longish hair. Pale white skin. Ok, legs, but not really athletic, more curvy legs. I would have to hit on her. I got the vibe she liked girls—which is why she was at a strip club with Will. Not sure why I got the vibe. Her dress was black but not in a formal dress-up way, more so for a girl who wears black all the time.

When I saw Will in the fall, I was about two months into growing out my bush. I have a big bush when I let it grow. I hadn’t shaved or trimmed my pits or bush at all since then. I had a serious rainforest going. Will liked the bush last time. Oh—and Will had a cute little dick. I pulled my iPhone out of my purse. The last time Will was in, I took a couple of pictures of his little dick with the bouncer’s big man dick. I made one of those pictures of the wallpaper on my phone for the night.

I was about to walk over to Will and date when it was my turn on stage. I was in my Catholic school girl costume. I usually do the first song fully clothed but decided to change things up to give Will’s girlfriend a good show. I took my top off before the first song. I made a point of showing my raging hairy pits to Will and his friend. As it was a Tuesday, there were only about 8 guys in the first row at the stage when I started. Will and the Girl came up to the stage for song two. Perfect.

I pulled off my skirt for song two. Full bush on display. That actually got the whole first row filled. I made sure to dance slowly so that everyone got a great eye full of black bush. The third song I did my usual money-maker. I spent most of the song on my back with my bush pushed in someone’s face. Will’s girlfriend got the first look. I planted my butt squarely in front of her. I spread my legs. I kicked my legs behind the girl and pulled her face right up to my clit. She was a bit shocked but made no move to pull away. I gave the girl a long show. Most of the guys in the first row loved that I was a dancer fucking the girl’s face. Lots of cash showered onto the stage.

I slid along the stage and did my bush and clit show for a few more guys before the song ended. I had $150 in tips when I left the stage. The boys love when the stripper plays with a girl. Almost as good as a two-girl show on stage.

I caught my breath in the dressing room before going for Will and his girl’s date. Chugged a bit of water. Taylor, my good friend—she’s a red-haired girl with a big unshaved bush— had the night off, so I texted her that she was missing the fun. I sent her a picture of her with Will’s dick to remind her of the last time Will had been at the Sky Dive. She texted back a red bush picture and told me to use it as it may be required to hook up with the girl.

I wandered out of the dressing room in search of a game. One of the guys from the first row by the stage kind of grabbed my butt. I pulled away. The guy got a strong glare from a bouncer who took a step over. I waived the bouncer off. Never initiate contact with a dancer. You will get your arm broken.

I sat on the guy’s leg, felt up his crotch, and asked what he wanted. He had a monster dick. I guessed between 8 and 9 inches hard. I was getting wet. It was plainly beer can thick and worth a good fuck. He wanted a lap dance. I promised him to dance in a bit. It could be an hour. I warned him I had stuff lined up in front of him. He promised to stick around. I rubbed his dick and promised to make it worth his while. I also warned him not to piss off the bouncers again. He laughed. I lifted my skirt and showed him my very aroused clit and bush. I told him that clitty liked him and his big dick. I left a huge wet spot on his jeans. I got his name before I left. Bob DeYoung. It seems like the big dicked guys are always named Bob. Who actually knows his real name.

I found Will and the girl at a table for two. I pulled a chair from another table and joined them. I ordered a dancer drink for me. I learned the girl’s name was Ruth. She had been a Will student in the fall at the Community College. One thing led to another, and they thought going to a strip club would be a fun date. And they hadn’t fucked yet.

Of course, they hadn’t fucked because Will’s dick is puny. Will won’t take his pants off in front of a potential girlfriend.

Ruth is bisexual. Ruth confessed she’s shaved to within an inch of her life. She loved my big bush. She’s reconsidering the life of the razor. I don’t do relationship counseling. But I knew the truth. Will plainly wanted me to bust him for having a small dick in front of his new “friend.” I probed more. She never thought about dating an older guy until Will’s class. He seemed cute. Ruth is twenty-three.

Game on.

I told Ruth she needed a lap dance. Will handed her a wad of cash to pay the toll, and I pulled Ruth back to the lap dance room. Ruth paid the bouncer and paid me. We went to my favorite spot in the back corner. I got naked—no reason to make Ruth wait. Song one, I stuck a nipple in Ruth’s mouth. Bouncers paid no attention to what dancers did with girls. Ruth obliged and sucked on my nipple. I whispered in Ruth’s ear that we could have a ton of fun in a private room. Ruth sucked harder. Song one was kind of short. DJ must not like whoever is dancing on stage. I flipped around and sat on Ruth’s leg. You have to be careful sitting on girls—they just aren’t as big and strong and most of the guys.

I reached behind my back and pushed Ruths’ dress up to her waist. I reached in Ruth’s panties and found her clit. I stoked it a bit while I ground. I decided it would be easier to do this if I faced Ruth. So I flipped around on Ruth’s leg. Faced her and started rubbing her clit some more. Ruth was into this. The second song was an ok length. Start of the third song, I stood Ruth up. I shocked her a bit when I slid her panties right off and tossed them onto my purse.

“I’m keeping those,” I said.

Ruth looked a bit lost. I sat Ruth back down spread her legs. In this song, I more aggressively finger fucked Ruth to the beat of the music. I took Ruth’s left hand—she had no idea what to do—and pulled it to my bush. My clit was at attention, and I rubbed my clit with Ruth’s hand. Song ended too soon, but Ruth’s leg was damp where I was sitting. I licked my fingers when I pulled them from Ruth’s cunt just as the song ended. Ruth tasted ok.

Ruth liked her lap dance. I put my clothes on and held Ruth’s hand as we walked back to the table with Will. I had another set on stage coming up. Suggested to Will and Ruth, they consider the champagne room when I got off stage.

My three songs on stage were great fun. There were about fifteen guys in the front row crowded around the stage. I sensed some energy, so I did all three songs, nude. Every guy wanted a close-up of my bush. They tipped well. DJ was trying out a 1970s classic song by Musique, “In the Bush,” as my walk-up music.

Not all bush is equal. If all of the girls at Sky Dive stopped shaving, there would be some perfect bush, some sparse lame bush, and some barely-there bush. Also, for girls with small pussy lips, not me, too much bush hides the goodies. The Sky Dive owner was pretty smart just to have two of us with a bush.

I took a breather for ten minutes in the dressing room after my turn on stage. Then, finally, I came out and asked Will and Ruth if they were ready for the champagne room. They were. Will paid the bartender for the room, tipped the bouncer, and tipped me $400 because there were two of them. I locked the door, not that it mattered. I shucked my clothes off and instructed Ruth to do the same. I told Ruth she was going to be my helper. She looked surprised but played along. I guessed Will had not seen her naked before. Will’s eyes were about to burst from his head.

Ruth has huge breasts. The areola is big, very pink, hard to see from a distance in the stripper world but a true delight up close. Small, inny pink nipples. Fun to play with. Song one started, and I started in on one of Ruth’s nipples. Will was sitting on the couch but straining to see. Halfway through the song, I also started rubbing Ruth’s clit. She was wet.

Song two.

“Will it’s your turn,” I said.

“Already?” he asked. Will knew what I meant. I motioned him to stand and undid his belt and zipper. Pulled his pants down to his ankles.

Rush suppressed a laugh. She covered her mouth with her hand. Will was fully hard but really small. Will is not even 4 inches most days. Will had been through this before and just had a lost puppy dog look in his eyes.

I fondled Will.

“It’s cute,” I said. “Ruth, come help me play.”

Ruth seemed frozen for a moment but joined me. She wanted to laugh and cry. She touched Will’s cock with two fingers from her right hand. I played with Will’s balls, and I reached around his butt and played with his ass crack with my other hand. I had a plan.

“Blow him,” I told Ruth. Ruth took direction well and got on her knees. She gobbled Will in an instant. Easy with 4 inches.

We were in song three. I encouraged Ruth to keep at it with Will. Will was holding out well. You could feel the tension in his body as he was on the edge of cumming. Will shook. I told Will to sit down. Will sat. I spread his legs, and Ruth kept sucking. Finally, Will came. Ruth drank all the cum. I kissed Ruth and stuck my tongue in her mouth. I wanted a little taste.

Song four.

“On your knees Will, butt in the air,” I said.

Will complied.

“You’re going to rub his prostate, Ruth,” I said. I pulled some lube out of my purse. I lubed up Will’s butt hole and two of Ruth’s fingers. I told Ruth to push her hand in Will’s butt and fuck away. She did, right to the beat of the song. Will squirmed.

Song five. I told Ruth to keep fucking. I slid under her and tongued her pussy. Ruth was soaking wet. Ruth has a cute little clit and perfectly even pussy lips. They are not big like mine but big enough to chew on just a bit. I sucked her lips then her clit.

Song six. Ruth came right as the song started. It was a hard cum, and her whole body tensed. Will liked what was going on with his ass, and there was a trickle of liquid from his dick. The song was ending, and I told everyone we had to wind it up. I had wipes in my purse that I handed both Will and Ruth.

Folks got dressed. I whispered into Ruth’s ear that if she came into the club some night without Will, I was sure I could hook her up with a huge dick—and that I’d also love to give her a bunch of girl love. She giggled.

I took another break in the dressing room. Cleaned me up a bit better. I did a quick walk around the club, and I found Bob DeYoung and his big dick. Bob was just getting back to his table after doing a lap dance with a chunky big boobed girl named Lana.

Quick small talk with Bob, and I told him I wanted him to take me home with him. Bob said he couldn’t because he had a wife at home. I told Bob I don’t mind the wife if she doesn’t mind me. Bob got a very naughty grin. Bob lives not too far away in South Holland, a Chicago suburb. I plan for retirement, so I told Bob $500 since it’s him and the wife. Bob agreed. Bob and I were out the door at eleven, heading for his house to play.

The End.


*This story has been edited to fix spelling, punctuation, & basic grammar, but the narrative and plot have remained the same. Just remember, even with the limited editing we do, it doesn’t mean any possible major flaws in this story were fixed.

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