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Subject: {ASSM} (Exhib) - A visit to Aarhus, published by Jennifer Doalfer
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I have decided to publish this story, even though it has not been
written by me. I do however have the approval of the writer, Teddy.

Teddy wrote this story to me, and I found it very arousing, liking
the idea the my fans were fantasising about me. So in order to encourage
others I am publishing this as an example.
THIS STORY IS PROTECTED UNDER THE LAWS OF COPYRIGHT. ANY
REPRODUCTIONS, ALTERATIONS, AND/OR SALES WITHOUT THE WRITTEN
PERMISSION OF THE AUTHOR IS STRICTLY PROHIBITED.
This story is one of a series of stories published to
www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/doalfer/www. Please also read the other ones,
preferably in the order in which they are published (the order in
which they are listed on the site).
Comments are very welcome. Jennifer Doalfer - doalfer@hotmail.com
A visit to Aarhus
Transcribed from a Danish e-mail by Jennifer Doalfer
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Doalfer
(Exhib)

Please note that this story has NOT been written by me. It
was written by Teddy, a Danish guy I have been-mailing with.
I have translated it and added a bit to the story, but credit
goes to Teddy. You can read more about the mails with Teddy
on my site at www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/doalfer/www


A visit to Aarhus, copyright 2000 by Jennifer Doalfer and
Teddy

This fantasy assumes that you have come to Aarhus for a visit
and that you have come here for us to act out the fantasies
we have shared via emails. Because you are in a city where
you are not known, and with me who know your desires, you
will let go of your inhibitions and accept doing things you
otherwise would not have done.

****************************

This was only your second day in Aarhus. We had spent the day
looking at the tourist attractions and already now you wanted
to know about the other side of Aarhus.

You wanted to see what is was like at night-time. If you
expected to find the naked girls sitting in the windows
offering themselves to tourist, you must have been
disappointed. We have never had those, they belong to Berlin
and especially Amsterdam.

It was a hot night. We had eaten a late meal and strolled
around the streets of Aarhus, looking at people. Now, after
midnight, we entered the red light district. Bringing a
pretty girl like you in here is a bit like bringing ice cubes
to Greenland. The hookers are pretty on the main street - and
expensive. The junkies are down the side roads. Not many
bring along their own girls.

We visited the sex shops where you studied the toys in
details. I could see that you got excited from looking at
them. Your nipples were stretching against the thin fabric of
your summer dress as it clung to your body in the hot night.
It was very obvious that you weren't wearing a bra under that
thin dress. You drew a lot of attention in the shop, but you
didn't appear to notice.

"What are these for?" You wanted to know about the string of
balls linked together like beads on a necklace.

I had to look at the size to determine what they were for.
"If they are the small ones, you put them up your anus before
you fuck, and pull them out slowly when you come. That is
supposed to increase the pleasure. The bigger ones you put up
your vagina. You can use them even when dressed, and as you
walk,sit or move, they stimulate your g-spot or whatever,
making you feel good. By wriggling just a bit in your seat,
apparently you can sit and bring yourself to climax. It was
used by oriental women when their men were away for long
periods  fighting".

"Would you buy them for me? I am a bit shy about buying these
things," you asked.

"And when would you like to try them", I asked as I looked
you in the eyes.

"As soon as possible," you replied, a bit short of breath.

We bought them, and could have continued buying quite a few
other things from the shop, but we agreed to keep them for
another time. You had become aware of male shoppers looking
you over,  and you didn't feel comfortable checking out the
more obvious items while they watched you so closely.

I wanted to show you a real live show, but you seemed a bit
hesitant, so we went to a bar with both male and female
strippers, so that we could both enjoy the performance. It
was very crowded, but we managed to get a place at a table
right at the front, even though it was a tight squeeze.

I don't know about you, but it didn't take me long to get
really excited, firstly from looking at the very sexy girls,
but secondly from seeing your reaction to the male strippers.
This wasn't one of those places where there is a lot of
acting going on up the point when the guy drops his g-string,
only to quickly disappear. No, in this place the guys dance
completely naked on the stage and sometimes up on the tables,
especially when they see pretty girls like you watching them.
They usually sport semi-erect cocks, and if or when they see
somebody they like, they stroke themselves to get a full hard
on which they show off to the girl, while everybody whistles
and makes encouraging calls to the girl to touch the cock. As
you watched this, I watched you, and saw how fascinated you
were. You were leaning up against me and I could feel your
heavy breathing.

"Some of those guys have got such large cocks," you breathed
into my ear. "And they are very good looking, especially the
big blond guy over there," you said, and pointed to a guy
dancing on a table not too far away. You snuggled up to me
and put a hand on the inside of my thighs as you whispered,
"I am getting so horny."

I slid a hand up the inside of your leg under the table and
you willingly moved your legs apart as you clung harder to
me, just glancing to the side to see how much the guys next
to you could see. But he was staring at one of the female
strippers and paid no attention to us. I undid a couple of
buttons on your dress so I could get all the way up to your
wet pants. I rubbed the outside and as you got more excited,
I whispered in your ear, "Why don't you use those
masturbation balls now? Then you can sit and get off as you
watch these guys."

You looked at me questioningly. "Now? In here? How will I get
them up? I can't leave you here, I'll never get past all
these guys alive if I have go to the toilet."

"Do it here," I whispered in your ear and gave it a little
bite at the same time. You looked puzzled, but not as shocked
as I had expected. I didn't really think you would do it and
I was surprised when you bent down to get your handbag. You
opened it and looked at the two parcels inside.

"How does this work?" you wanted to know.

"The balls are a tiny bit smaller than table tennis balls;
there are four of them with about three inches of string
between each, and at the end of the string is a big ring so
you don't loose it all inside you. You just slip them in one
after the other and make sure you keep the ring outside. I
can't really tell you what happens after that."

"I can see why this one is only for girls," you said, "but
why can't guys use the other one?"

"I guess they can - I've never thought about it."

"I'll do it on one condition," you said looking mischievously
at me, "and that is that you try the other ones tonight when
we get back."

"Well, I'll try everything once, and who knows - it might be
good."

You looked around a bit, waiting for a time when everybody's
attention was on the show, then you quickly slipped off your
panties and gave them to me. They were soaked, but I still
put them in my pocket. Lifting the balls out of the little
pouch you almost dropped them, but managed to hold on to the
ring. The guy next to you gave you a curious look, but
couldn't guess what was going on, so he was soon lost in the
boobs of a nearby black stripper.

You put a leg over one of mine and I squeezed it between my
legs as you leant back in the seat. Looking down, I could see
that when I had undone your buttons before, I had actually
unbuttoned so far up that I could now actually see you
slipping the silver balls in one after the other. I looked
around to see if anybody noticed, but I could only see the
people next to us, not the tables further up and behind us.
Even if somebody had been watching you we would  never have
known for all the yelling and whistling going on. You were
finished doing it, but you couldn't help touching yourself a
bit as you leant back up against me. It was so arousing
actually being able to see that. I don't know if you were
aware how exposed you really were, but as you got more
excited I got the impression that you really didn't care. You
were moving now, slowly gyrating your bottom on the seat. I
whispered in your ear that I wanted to know what is was like
and you turned sideways for a kiss. You were moving around on
the seat so much, it was difficult to kiss you.

"It's fantastic. It's like having a cock inside you all the
time, and I can decide the movement by just moving myself
slightly." You put an arm around my neck to pull yourself up
for a kiss. I took the opportunity and placed a hand on your
tits. As you moved around on the seat in more and more
rhythmic moves, I undid a couple of buttons down the front,
so I could slip a hand down and play with your nipples. You
were going frantic, completely forgetting the show, and so
was I.

Suddenly somebody was towering over us. I looked up and let
go of you as I saw it was the big blonde guy who was now
standing on our table. You had been right, that was a
remarkable size he was stroking just a few feet away from
your face. You looked up and made an audible gasp as you saw
what is was that had stopped me, but you couldn't stop
moving! I released you leg and you sat up straighter, but
that just put more pressure on the balls inside you. You put
your arms on the table as you rocked to the music and looked
up at the member, and  at that time you probably wished that
it was up your pussy. At least that's what the look at your
face said. It was flushed, your hair was dishevelled and you
were panting. Your dress was half-open at the top, but you
didn't notice, you were just staring at 10 straight inches of
rock-hard meat hanging over your head.

The blond guy kneeled in front of you as he kept stroking his
cock. As he looked down, I could see that he realised he
could see right down your open front to your beautiful tits,
which were half exposed to the rest of us, but from his angle
were completely bare.

"Touch it, touch it, go for it," the crowd yelled, to get you
to follow the tradition of daring you to touch it, as if you
had been the one singled out for attention. You couldn't help
it, you had to stretch out and touch it, that was the
tradition and also what everybody could see you wanted. It
was glistening,  wet with sweat and precome. This guy had the
hots for you. You used both hands,  one at the root and
pulled back the skin, while with the other you circled the
head with the palm of your hand.

The guy was getting off on this, and so were you. Your bum
was sliding around on the now wet seat. The guy started to
get up but your wouldn't let go, and he probably didn't want
you to let go either. He grabbed your arms and practically
lifted you off the seat and up onto the table. When he let
you down, his cock got under your dress and lifted it up so
all those of us sitting down close to you could see the bare
white stripes, on your otherwise lovely tanned bum. You
danced a bit like that on the table until you realised your
naked state. But you didn't mind too much. You just pulled
down the dress and gave him quick kiss on the mouth and asked
to be put down again. He did that gracefully, handing you
over to me again. When you got down you just clung to me,
still moving slightly. The attention had moved away; now
somebody else was grabbing at cocks and tits; your 10 seconds
of fame was over for the night, but you weren't finished yet.

You kissed me, whispering in my ear, "I am so horny, please
make me come; this feels so good, it gets me so excited, but
it doesn't make me come," you almost cried. I could hear the
frustration and the desperation in your voice. You put my
hand on your tits again and I undid another button so I could
watch the nipple out in the open. You groaned as you grabbed
by cock through my thin summer trousers. I was bursting, we
had to leave soon or I would explode. I pulled your leg up
between mine as before, and looked around. The guy to our
right had left, and there was a guy and an obviously
expensive hooker who were busy kissing and groping each
other; on the other side was another couple, very young, very
entangled. At the table above us, I could now see that a
couple of guys had been watching us all evening, but so what,
let them enjoy the experience, I thought, as I pulled your
dress apart, baring your pussy. You were wriggling in the
seat as I pulled your legs further apart, and grabbed hold of
your lovebutton, massaging it carefully between my fingers
and almost sending you right over the edge, just by touching
you there. You leant back in the seat resting your head on
the back of the couch, totally unaware that your nipples and
tits were totally exposed. I looked up at the guys above, who
stared at you with open lust and excitement. As I gently
rubbed you, you were starting to bounce on the seat pushing
the balls around inside, soon getting completely out of
control. I sped up my movements to shorten the time you would
be so exposed, and soon you climaxed in a spasm, which almost
bent you double. You grabbed my head between your hands and
kissed me so long and passionately that I thought you would
never stop. When you finally quietened down, I buttoned up
your dress and suggested you remove the balls, but you just
shook your head and asked for your panties, which you ben
down and put on. Without a word you grabbed my hand and
pulled me up, which was rather awkward with the erection I
had, and turning around looking at the guys at the table
above us, you blew them a finger kiss. I guess you knew about
them all along.

The night was still young and the red light district far from
explored, but we both had had enough for the night. Now we
both wanted time to be only with each other. You fell asleep
in my arms on the way home in the taxi, and I practically had
to carry you up the stairs to my flat. Once up there you woke
up and I could see from the look on your face that you hadn't
had enough, and that we had a long night ahead of us.

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