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From The Sedan Man Chronicles  

Maxmann_159 60M
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2/19/2021 9:29 am
From The Sedan Man Chronicles


Confessions of a Limo Driver

Chronicle XII:

From the story Sedan Man Stripper

With most jobs, the boring and mundane parts of a job far outweigh the new and exciting
things. However, when I first started driving for a sedan service, I knew that would not be the case
with this job. Meeting new people on a daily basis, many from out of town, then add in the mostly
drunk local night club crowd, and it all makes for some interesting adventures. I never know what
triggers the type of events that have happened to me. I just know that when it starts, I need to
buckle my seat belt and hang on. It has been awhile since anything crazy has happened to me,
but that is about to change.
It’s late on a Saturday night, as I work the door of the night club. I am standing near my
Lincoln asking people if they need rides. I glance over to the door to see one of the door guys
walking toward me with a group of ladies, mostly in their late twenties and early thirties. The door
man smiles at me and says, “Ladies, this is our driver, Max. He will make sure you all get home.”
“Hop in ladies,” I say with a smile. They are pretty loud as they are laughing and joking
around with each other. The girl that sits up in the front seat with me begins telling me that they
are out for a bachelorette party. Immediately, I start to feel female hands start to grope at my
arms.
“Oooh, he has nice arms,” I hear a voice from the back. Then, I feel a set of fingers in my
hair.
“He's pretty hot,” says a different voice from the back.
“Is he our guy?” I hear the third voice in the back.
“Let Cassie do the talking,” another voice instructs in a bit of a hushed tone. The girls in the
back all seem to have quieted themselves as I fiddle with the radio for some music. The girl in the
front is a very cute, full-faced girl. She has very pretty, plump lips and her bright smile is warm,
like an early morning sunrise. She has curly auburn hair, and sharp, sparkling green eyes. She is a
bit shorter, with a fuck-doll type body and her cleavage beckons for my attention. Her name is
Cassandra and as I drive through the city towards their hotel, she proceeds to tell me that they
had booked a male stripper for earlier in the evening. The guy shows up and is a complete jerk to
the girls, and even jacks up his price from what had been agreed to. The experience left the bride-to-be somewhat bummed out and the girls had vowed at some point during the night to find a
regular guy as a replacement. I break in to a small sly smile as she tells me about the dilemma
they are now in.
“So,” she says finally getting to the point. “Do you want to be our stripper for the night?”
She now has both of her hands on the top of my right forearm as she looks at me longingly.
“Please,” she says and instinctively, three more sets of hands are on me and I hear a harmonizing
pleading chorus from the backseat, as they practically beg to see my naked body.
“Um, I'm working,” I say, lifting my eyebrows, as I keep most of my attention on the road. I
hear a slight groan from the back.
“Wouldn't you have more fun taking your clothes off for a bunch of hot girls?” Cassandra
continues, unfazed.
“Well, yes,” I reply. “But I have to pay my bills,” I continue. Then I hear the groveling from
the back.
“We had to pay that other guy up front, what an asshole.” Cassie looks back to the back
seat area with a stern look on her face. Like she has the situation under control and doesn't want
someone from the back blowing the deal.
“It's pretty late in the evening, isn't it?” She says inquisitively.
“A little,” I say with a slight grin.
“Well...” she pauses, “would you make more than hundred bucks the rest of the night?” She
says thinking she knows the answer.
“Maybe?” I reply, as I move into negotiation mode.
“Okay, how about this,” she says matching my verbal style. “We'll give you one hundred and
twenty dollars, plus what we owe you for the ride,” she says. I look at my cell phone for the time,
12:50 a.m. I'd like to make more than a hundred and fifty between now and 3 a.m., but that's not
a certainty.

“I'm not sure I'm the right guy for this,” I say in an apprehensive way.
“You're a hot guy,” I hear from the back.
“We all think you're a hottie, Max,” says Cassandra, as she leans over to touch my arm and
squeezes my bicep.
“I don't know,” I say thinking about what is entailed. “Ya know,” I say with a sigh, not
wanting the words to come from my mouth. “The equipment I carry works very, very well for its
intended purpose. But, I wouldn't say it's impressive enough for public display.” Cassandra looks
at me for a few seconds somewhat confused then, as if a light bulb just went off, she seems to
understand the gravity of my confession.
“It's not like, tiny is it?” She asks as delicately as possible.
“No,” I shoot back, quickly. “I'm maybe, a little above average, mostly because of thickness.”
I say as confidently as possible.
“Well,” she continues. “I think you're being too modest, we don't expect you to be a porn
star or anything,” she says reassuring me. “We just want to have a fun guy be our stripper for the
night,” she continues with a wide grin. “I have a feeling you are going to be just what we need
tonight.” All I can do is look forward and shake my head, smiling as I consider her offer. A voice
from the back beckons.
“Well, is he going to do it?”
Before Cassandra can turn and protest the bluntness, I speak up, “Yeah, he is going to do it,
but you girls had better be real nice to him,” I say, as I wink at Cassandra. From what was almost
silence, the giggling resumes, as the hands from the back again find themselves on my shoulders,
arms and in my hair. With a grin on my face, I make my way to the high end resort where the girls
are staying.
We arrive at the resort, I park and we all get out. A couple of the girls seem impressed that I
am following through with the arrangement. Cassie leads the way into a suite that is on the lower
level near where we park. I walk in and linger near the doorway, as the girls move about the multiroom suite, as if they live there. Then, a thought occurs to me, I am wearing tighty-whitey underwear. The last thing I want is to do is screw up the mood of the girls, by having nerdy, loser,
tighty-whitey underwear. Note to self; buy more boxer briefs, you idiot. Okay, what to do? I see
the bathroom, go in and close the door. I drop my dress slacks and take off the tighty-whities.
They won't care if I don't have any underwear on I think to myself. In fact, that will probably be an
advantage. For more than a brief second I ponder how I am going to make sure I am worth the
money being paid for me to take off my clothes. I pull my slacks back up over my bare ass. I sigh
hard, to kind of reassure myself, then I stuff the white underwear into my pocket and walk out of
the bathroom. The girls are still scurrying around. Cool. Perfect chance to excuse myself.
“I need to run out to the car real quick,” I say, as I reach for the door. I get out to the car and
get into the front seat. The plastic bags that I keep for barf bags come in handy once again as I
stuff the male undies into a white plastic bag and jam it under the driver’s seat. I return to the
room and am relieved to find the girls still milling around, with a couple of the girls on the far bed,
sitting on their knees, waiting for the show. The other two girls quickly find their way over to the
far bed as well. Like the first two girls, the other two sit on their knees as well.
The music starts and I take a deep breath knowing that I have give 100% to the role, to pull
this off. I start to dance around slightly as I begin to unbutton my shirt, I turn my back to the girls
sticking my ass out as I dance a little more exaggerated to the music. I know I have to ham it up
quite a bit, so I keep my back to the girls as I finish undoing the buttons on my shirt. I turn toward
the girls and as I do, I rip my now unbuttoned shirt wide open to reveal my fairly developed chest.
The girls all gasp in a semi-joking way, then applaud my willingness to play the part to its fullest. I
dance around for a few minutes then I start to undo my pressed, black dress slacks. I play this out
for a few minutes as I show my bare ass a bit and flash the head of my cock while bumping and
grinding to the music. I have always been a raunchy dancer, and learned how to strip dance from
one of my first girlfriends.
I keep the rhythm up, as the music goes into another song. Soon, I have my shirt off
completely and am showing off my toned ass to these younger girls. The girls squeal with delight
when I drop my pants showing them my full ass. I start to thrust my hips to the music as I turn to
them, to finally show them my thick, rigid, six and a half inches. I move closer to them as I fuck the
sky with my dance motions, now fully nude and completely exposed for inspection to these
women I have just met. To my relief there are no giggles. I move myself over to the side of the
bed that all of the girls are on. I am now facing the girls as I move closer. I am ecstatic to see the
fire of lust in each of their eyes. I apparently have not been a disappointment. Gaining confidence
from this, I start to rotate my hips as I dance ever closer to the four women.

Cassie smiles widely as she is the first of the girls to reach out to me, while I close the space
between. She rubs her hands on my chest, signaling the other girls to reach out as well. With very
little encouragement, the bride-to-be reaches out for my hard and aching cock with her hand.
Soon, a bottle of lotion appears and the girls pass around the bottle lathering up their hands as
their eyes remain fixated on me and my thick cock. Just before the white creamy hands reach for
me, Cassie bring her lips to the head of my cock. The girls gasp as she slurps my cock into her
thick, plump lips. She slides her head slowly down, then back up my shaft. My eyes grow as wide
as I watch the girls’ reaction of Cassie's beautiful lips devouring my cock. It glistens with her saliva
as she finally comes up for air, causing the girls to squeal with delight at the sight of my now wet
pole.
They smear their lotion-filled hands all over my chest, legs and cock. Cassie's eyes burn with
desire as she now leans back and puts her hand between her legs, like she is trying to squeeze her
body and force an orgasm into submission. I notice, as the hands of the other girls pull and pinch
at my body, that Cassie has a determined smile on her face, as if she has just developed some sort
of plan. A towel then appears, as the hands now gently wipe the lotion off of my cock and
stomach. The girls look at the bride as she clears her throat and moves her face closer to my midsection. Cassie pipes up, “You don't have to do this, you know,” looking at the bride to be.
Surprisingly, and from out of nowhere it seems, two hands fly into the air and slap Cassie on the
arm.
“Yes, she does,” the voices say sternly and in concert with each other.
“Ow!” Cassie cries, as she shrinks back a little. The bride-to-be, Brook, is a cute, but mousy
sort of brunette. She has big brown eyes and small tits, with a small, but amazingly shaped ass.
Her eyes gleam as she looks up to me. She pulls her long straight hair back from her face and
leans down towards my cock. All the girls watch very intently, as this now seems like some kind of
ritual. All three girls now rub their hands on Brook's shoulders and back encouraging her to take
my cock into her mouth. I reach down to Brook's neck and scoop up her long, straight, dark hair
into my hand, moving my hand to the base of her neck. She reaches out and takes my cock in her
hand, and slowly, inches her lips toward my cock. She<b> kisses </font></b>the head with her full lips, leaving a
tiny amount of saliva. She then looks at all of the other girls and smiles widely, they respond with
equally wide smiles. Brook’s eyes seem to glaze over in satisfaction as she lowers her hot mouth
to my cock, sucking it into her lips, swallowing it ever so slowly, inch by inch. It feels like hot silk
against my cock as she tightens the pressure around my shaft. The other girls hold their breath as she nears the base of my cock, taking all of my meat into her lips. Her nose meets the small
amount of pubic hair on the top of my cock. Finally, she has managed to press her throat to the
tip of my cock, causing a slight gagging sound to escape her mouth. The girls now begin to clap,
hoot and holler as the bride has now taken into her mouth and swallowed, the last cock she will
ever taste that doesn't belong to her husband. She slides her head slowly up, off of my cock and
then, the other girls cheer as they proudly start to kiss her cheeks and hug her shoulders.
The ritual, now over, has seemed to have worn off the novelty of my naked body and my
still-glistening cock, as most of the girls are now getting up and moving around the room. Cassie
is still watching me and smiles sweetly as I now start to gather my clothes and dress myself. She
waits and then announces that she needs to get money for me. “Follow me,” she says, almost
ordering me. We walk outside, on our way to her room, I presume. We walk along the resort
sidewalk for a little while before she starts to speak. “Thank you so much for all of that. It was
great,” she says with a smile,

HAMONMAN 64M
13128 posts
2/19/2021 12:52 pm

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