I was both excited and nervous at the prospect of performing with a professional male stripper. I had never done anything like this before and did not want to let him or the club management down. Fortunately the stripper, Chris, was a really nice guy and in rehearsals we had a lot of fun. The management wanted me to play the stooge and the plan was for Chris to get his kit off and humiliate me in a sexy and messy way. I loved the idea of being dominated by such a gorgeous hunk and would have done anything to please him. Chris was actually embarrassed when he was briefed by the management and they told him what he was going to do to me. He took me to one side and asked if I was okay with it as he was worried how I would react. I told him that I was totally up for it and wanted him to really give it to me. Right from the moment we met there was a chemistry between us and a sexual tension that intensified as we approached the big night. Unknown to me, my fella had shared a flat with Chris before we dated and even though they were just mates, he and Chris had showered together and had sex one night when they were drunk. My boyfriend wanted Chris to have sex with us both and had invited him to stay the weekend , which Chris was happy to do as it saved him booking a hotel.
At 10.30 pm Chris appeared on stage wearing a black tuxedo. He wore a crisp white dress shirt and black bow tie. At over 6 feet tall he cut a fine, toned figure with a washboard stomach and abs to die for. In complete contrast I wore just a skimpy black thong and a pair of black army boots. I was reclining on a black leatherette chair and to the side of me was a large table laid out with sloppy custard pies, deep filled chocolate and cream flans, trifles and gateaux. There were plenty of buckets at the rear of the stage, some contained water, others were filled with various types of food gunge and slop. Chris looked hot with his tanned skin and mop of curly brown hair which he had shaved to grade one at the sides and back. As he teased the audience he picked up a bucket of water and emptied it over me. I was soaked and my short, brown hair was plastered to my head. He put the bucket on my head and proceeded to remove his clothes in a sexy and playful manner which drove the crowd wild. As he removed his bow tie and unbuttoned his shirt, it revealed a thick rug of dark brown chest hair. He had hairy armpits and bulging muscles.
I lifted the bucket off my head and was rewarded with a big custard pie to my face. Seconds later I was splattered in trifle as he threw handfuls of it at me. I licked my lips and got drenched in semolina pudding which was pleasantly warm and sloppy. Chris was laughing as he removed his trousers and stood in just his black boxers and socks. He had the hairiest legs I had ever seen. I knelt in front of him and faced his crotch. I could see the large, wet, bulge in his underwear and felt myself getting excited. He pulled down his boxers and slapped me around the face with his huge, wet cock as I moaned in ecstacy. He picked up another pie and teased me with it, before slamming it into my face. I felt his cock slide into my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of his pre-cum and was trembling. As I sucked him I looked up at his gorgeous hairy toned torso. He poured custard over me as I licked the shaft of his ample penis. I knew in that moment that I wanted to have sex with him and he later confessed that he felt the same way about me! I worked my tongue around his balls and slowly began to rim his gorgeous hairy arse. Chris was loving all this attention and his cock stiffened.
Chris removed his socks and was now butt naked. I lay back on the leatherette chair and removed my boots. Chris picked up another pie, this time a deep filled chocolate flan and teased me with it, before smashing it into my face. Cream and chocolate spurted everywhere as he rubbed it into my hair. I licked my lips as my rock hard penis burst out of my tiny thong. Chris stroked it and began wanking me as I lay there plastered in pie. He then did something I was not expecting. He picked up a large gateau and placed it on the floor. He then got down and did some press-ups, plunging his cock into the gateau and pretending to fuck it. Until this point he had remained clean, but now he had cake all over his cock and he was enjoying himself. He then took another chocolate flan and placed that on the floor. This time he sat directly in it and got it all over his hairy butt, before sitting on my face! I plunged my tongue deep into his arse crack and feverishly worked his hole. Chris was going wild at this point and grabbed the nearest pie. His hand was trembling and he was deafened by the cries of " in yer face!" from the audience. Slowly he brought the pie towards his face, he gave the audience a sideways glance and smiled. Seconds later he flanned himself, getting off on this unexpected act of self humiliation. I came up for air and was shocked to see Chris with custard and cream all over his handsome face. He stood up and casually walked over to where the buckets were, selecting a bucket of tinned spaghetti and tomato soup. He raised it above my head and let some of the contents slop onto me. Then he did something which shocked me and the audience. He emptied the rest of the smelly slop over his own head, ruining his permed hair, which became wet and heavy as the deluge of pasta and tomato completely covered him. A river of thick orange slop ran down his face and matted his hairy chest. It slowly covered his torso and splashed onto his hard cock. Chris was now in the mood to get messy and we swopped places, with him lying on the recliner as I plastered him from head to toe in pies, trifle, gateaux, custard and semolina. He was loving every minute and ran his hands through his matted, curly mop of hair which hung wet and heavy under all the gloop. He was laughing with each pie that hit him and pulled me down on top of him as we kissed passionately. My thong came off and we were both naked. The audience were enjoying watching two naked guys get intimate as we plastered each other in pies and gunge. The bar staff refilled the empty buckets as the messy mayhem continued and brought out more pies, much to our delight as we writhed around on the floor, slipping and sliding in all the mess. We both were completely caked all over and were now unrecognizable.
" Give it up for our sexy stripper and his stooge! How messy can you get?!" roared the DJ from his booth as we staggered to our feet, dripping in thick goo. Somehow we managed to get down the steps at the rear of the stage without falling over and were handed towels. We made our way to the staff changing rooms and got into the shower together. We were stupid horny for each other and soon were having full on sex. Chris came inside me in big, hot spurts. My partner, who had encouraged the whole messy scenario between Chris and I, had been watching us make out without us knowing. He was stood in his black work trousers and shirt. He had removed his shoes and had his cock out, which he was slowly stroking. As the warm water cascaded over Chris and myself, my partner slowly unbuttoned his shirt and removed his trousers. He was commando and walked into the shower in just his black socks and open shirt, which quickly became soaking wet. He started kissing me and I pulled him under the water. His quiffed brown hair was plastered to his head in seconds and his wet, matted chest hair looked so sexy. I wanted him so much and entered him as we enjoyed a steamy, slow fuck. Chris was touching us both intimately and kissing us. It was my first threesome and both of my lovers were gorgeous guys.
Chris stayed over as my partner had planned and all three of us ended up fucking each other and being fucked. We slept for much of Sunday after our marathon sex session. There was time for some more messy fun before he left us and this time both he and I absolutely trashed my partner in all sorts of food gunge. A few weeks later he appeared back at the club and ended up naked and fully submerged in a bath of baked beans. At the end of the night he returned to the stage, fully clothed, after getting cleaned up, only to face a shock gunging in thick black natrasol. After his "tarring" he was covered in white feathers. On that night I was in the audience and was not performing. I wore a dark grey satin shirt and black jeans. At the end of the night I was ambushed by my partner and his mates who got me up on the small stage at the rear of the club. For my sins I got heavily custard pied. Chris, who was still very messy, joined me on stage. We both faced a drenching as the guys lined up to throw buckets of water over us. Chris stayed over again and at my partner's request we had sex whilst he watched us.
Two years later I met up with Chris after my boyfriend and I broke up. He was not stripping anymore, but he put on a private show just for me and we both got messy, which was unplanned, but spontaneous and incredibly sexy.