My wife is a fantasy fuck, and she knows it. Drooling drunks will tell her their fantasy. She'll find a way to make their fantasy come true, or do what she can do, and I have to find a way to deal with it. She doesn't force dealing with it on me; in fact, she feels badly that I must, but is thrilled that I do. She will not look a gift dealer in the mouth, nor will she make dealing any more difficult than she is sure it must be. She tries to be sensitive, but her calling comes first; her career (exotic erotic dancing) comes second; her marriage comes third.

She does see giving men sexual adventures a calling. She has a God-given gift, a God-given body to give that gift, and the sex drive to make demanding gift giving easy. She was not built to be a traditional wife in a traditional marital role. Fidelity and faithfulness were fine, but not for her. She never promised that she could be or would be, or even attempt to be. She, in fact, promised she wouldn't be, not even on the honeymoon if someone in need made his need known to her.

She told me this after hearing my proposal of marriage, then wanted me to sleep on my proposal and ask again, unless I thought it over and realized how difficult a marriage like that would be. She very much wanted to be married, and she very much wanted to marry me. We loved each other very much, but she felt she had to be totally honest.

Fanny and I have known each other since early grade school, and we were a steady item from puberty on, but we went separate ways after graduation, and she went on the day we were to get married. She couldn't go through with it and had to chase her dream, find her dream, find herself. She needed time and simply left. For two years, I had no idea where she was or what she found, or if she was even alive.

When I met up with her again, she was a nude dancer in a seedy dive that had bikers as bouncers and catered to cheap, redneck, beer drinkers who stuffed folded dollar bills in pussy cracks. If the dancer wouldn't take it that way, and let him feel-up her legs and ass while he took his sweet time, she didn't get his dollar bill. This was one of those anything-goes-clubs if the coast was clear. Whatever the dancer would do, the club would allow if the green light over the moose head was on.

The green light was on more than off, and pretty much stayed on from two until closing, which was four in the morning, but that was just when they locked up and made the place look closed. For twenty bucks, you could stay after closing, but you were locked in until sunrise with no guarantee you'd get anything. To get anything cost something more, but for your twenty, you got to watch those who could afford something, or watch two dancers get it on, or a dog fuck a dancer, or a dancer suck a dog, or every dick in the bar. You'd see something worth twenty bucks.

You just don't get anything but old, used-up, white-trash whores working those places, which are sex clubs more than strip bars, but there was Fanny looking like a thoroughbred race horse tied into a circular string of sway-back plow nags at a carnival horsey ride.

Made no sense, plus Fanny showed more, tolerated more, and was one hell of an erotic dancer if you find crude and vulgar erotic. In that club, to that crowd, that was the definition - had to be both, and if the crude and vulgar act got disgusting, what you had was highly erotic shit, man.

She was the only one who would masturbate in a wide beaver or fuck herself with a dildo while dancing. She would put her pussy in guy's faces and let them lick around a dildo. Other's tried, but couldn't get a licker. She drew big crowds, but Fanny started early and always left by midnight. They hired Fanny to make the slow time (four in the afternoon till midnight) be a busy time, and she served as a great warm-up act to the heavy, raunchy, sexual sideshows and sexual freak shows the club was noted for.

She was into performing her exotic erotic dance routines. She wanted nothing to do with whoring and the sex sideshow activity that the late shift got into.

I was in love with Fantasia Finney, my first and only love who I had always known as Fanny, who they billed as Princess Pussy, but most of the guys called Fuckin' Fantasia or Dildo Dolly. I was her junior high and high school sweetheart, her first love, first fuck, her first and only steady (which to her meant the guy she steadily gave sloppy seconds to), her junior and senior prom date. She left me at the altar to go find herself. Took me two years to find where she found herself, and I stumbled onto her quite by accident.

I found her right where I lost her in the Houston area. I was sure she headed up to the Dallas/Ft. Worth area. I knew she wanted to get into exotic dance, and I knew she wanted to try out for the Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders. I knew she liked getting naked, and had a thing for masturbating for an audience, and she'd perform for any group that wanted to see her do IT. Everyone did - over, and over, and over again. No one can do IT like my Fanny. That was her erotic thing.

I knew she liked dancing naked. That was another "thing" she was famous for - exotic dancing - her exotic thing. As a high school senior, she combined her exotic thing and her erotic thing and her combined exotic/erotic thing was a Fanny thing that you had to see to believe. No other girl would dare try to do a thing like Fanny's exotic/erotic thing. Exhibitionist sluts would watch Fanny and go, "Fuck it! No fuckin' way, Jose'."

I figured she wanted to find herself in a strip club far from home. Every chance I got, I ran up to Dallas and hit all the strip clubs, gentleman's clubs, and table dancing nightclubs that are popular up there. I also hit all the other big cities within a thousand miles of Houston. Never a sign of Fanny's fanny - tits, ass, or unforgetable pussy - but her face always looked familiar. She did have a classic, generic, pretty blonde girl face no one gave a close look to because in the presense of Fanny, there was so much to distract a guy from face.

I also checked the Houston area, and checked often, but I never checked any of the waterfront dives or biker owned bars. Places like those were a waste of my time, but I was working a job right across from Legs R Us where you walk through a pair of spread female legs with a real Beaver (stuffed, dam-building Beaver) at the apex to enter. The day was hot, the job was rough, I was twenty-one and thirsty, and I knew that place had to have beer. At four in the afternoon, you don't see stripers working, especially in a dumpy bar club. In most raunchy sex clubs, the performing sluts don't even come in until midnight.

I walk in and there's a buck naked stripper, doing a one-arm swing around a brass pole, fucking herself with a big rubber dick. She is fucking gorgeous little thing, I mean drop-dead-fucking ...FANNY!


"Fanny...what...where...who...why, what the fuck are you doing here?"

I felt a huge hand grip my shoulder like a steel Beaver trap and a deep deep male voice say, "Do you want I should toss him, Pussy."

I thought, "Toss me pussy?"

Fanny says, "No. He's a dear friend. Tell Jake I'm taking an hour break."

"No break, Pussy. You stay up till the first girl come in. Jake's rules, Pussy."

"Fine, tell Jake I quit."

"I'd rather tell him you broke a rule and took a hour."

While throwing on a short silk robe, she said, "Make it two, and if I don't get back, tell him I went home sick. I am feeling a bit ill. I will be back in tomorrow unless I get hassled."

"Ain't nobody gonna hassle you, Pussy. Anybody hassle you, point me at 'em. Don't matter who - Jake, a cop, a grizzly bear, this cute pip squeak, don't matter."

"Thanks, Turk. Let's go, Jeff."

As we arrived at the legs, I stopped her and said, "I came in to get a beer. I'm working the demolition job across the street. I don't care that you work here, Fanny. If this is where you found yourself and you're happy here, I'm happy for you. I'm just glad I found you. We don't need to go anywhere, but it would be nice if we could sit and talk a bit while I get a few wet ones down me."

She seemed very surprised by my attitude considering what I walked in on. I see this gorgeous babe come swinging around the pole working a didlo up her twat. My eyes go right to that dildo and that stunning, captivating pussy that reminded so much of Fanny's stunning, captivating pussy, never dreaming it was Fanny's stunning, captivating pussy shaved of all hair with a gold ring through the clit. You just don't see dancers actually fucking themselves, but she was, and she leaned back on the pole with her legs wide and stood in a half squat, watching herself fuck herself. She was fucking herself in full strokes with a damn horse cock dildo with balls. I couldn't believe my fucking eyes.

Not only that, but she has about six guys right at her feet, feeling up her legs and ass. You just don't touch dancers. That is never allowed. Their hands were running all over her as far as they could reach. They had to stay low so as not to block anyone's view, but three other guys on the side were okay to stand tall and feel up her tits. She stood right there in a sea of brawny male hands roaming all over her body and fucked herself sensuously. I never saw anything like that, ever, anywhere. I never saw anything that fine do a dance that vulgar in any kind of club.

I finally look to her face expecting to see a real dog puss. It's Fanny, looking pretty as ever. I go, "FANNY!" Her head pops right up at the sound of my very familiar voice. Her face turns red and falls as she cried, "JEFF!"

I could see where she might think we needed to get away. Especially when she took off on the day we were supposed to get married. She left me a note and was gone, and no one ever heard from her since then, unless her family was in touch and keeping it from me. That was possible. If she asked them to, they would play dumb. We had some issues.

And she still had a dildo up her twat. Her dildo had a snap clip on a strip of elastic that was attached to the balls that she could use to snap to the ring through her clit to hold the dildo in, or wrap around the pole and snap back to itself, allowing her to use both hands on the pole or herself as she made love to the pole. This was a professional exotic erotic performer's dildo. I was sure she didn't get that from Dildos R Us. That was classic Fanny being creative.

She snapped in before throwing on her silk robe and stepping off the stage. She was prepared to leave the club that way after getting her purse, which she got. She was leading me out when I said we didn't need to go. That did come as a shock, and I soon saw that she took that as a pleasant shock.

She smiled and said, "We can talk here if you want. Are you sure you don't mind, because we can also go to my place, which is three blocks away. It's up to you, but if I stay, I have to be naked and be using my dildo, and be where the patrons can see it. I can snap in to walk around, but if I'm on stage, or off and standing still or seated, I have to keep it moving. I get paid extra to abide by those conditions. If I'm in the bar, I'm bound by the conditions."

"Fanny, I'm fine with it, so we may as well stay here."

She smiled big and said, "Well, if you're fine, I'm fine. Beer's on me. Have a seat. I'm going to tell Matt that I'll be working off stage for a while, and I'll have Wendy keep the beer coming. Won't be a minute."

She trots over and loses the robe and purse, then gives me a naked wave as she trots over to the bar, then leans half over the bar to French kiss with this big bruiser as another licks her bare ass. She is now twenty, but still looks sixteen because she's still a cute little blonde, built hard, compact, and tight, like a European sports car. She looks like a bundle of energy and she is. She also looks sweet, soft, and delicious, which she is.

The guy licking her ass is joined by another. They decide to lift her ass and slide a barstool under her knees. She's still kissing or talking to the bartender. She now has three guys fawning all over her ass. They have unsnapped her dildo and are using it on her, but that doesn't seem to bother her, nor does all the licking and fondling, and the seated patrons are reaching in from both sides to play with her hanging C-cup tits, and the only reason they hang is she is pointing them straight down.

Fanny is ignoring all of this fawning attention while talking with and kissing with the bartender. She is kneeling on a barstool with her forearms resting flat on the bar top, presenting quite a profile to me. It seems that everyone has the right to feel her up, but they must do it reverently and use the dildo easy, the way she does. I was seeing the same activity as I saw on stage. All she had to do was stay in one place and she'd soon have her fan club. She soon had them all back, and they decided to place her knees on two stools, so they did that.

She had one guy squeeze in between her and the bar so he could lick her pussy. She had two on their knees, and each had a foot. One kneeler was sucking her big toe. The other was a foot lapper. Four others were feelers, body lickers, and dildo movers, with Turk standing off to the side keeping a watch on all that activity like a cop seeing that house rules were abided by. Actually, he was a Pussy handler. She was his job. They all seemed to know the rules. One seemed to be that the dildo couldn't come all the way out. The dildo guy came a little too close and got a warning bop from Turk.

Her just-a-minute was already five. She kept looking over and giving me the one finger just-a-minute sign. I'm sure she meant to be just a minute, but the bartender kept kissing or had to tend the bar. She spent several minutes just waiting while letting the patrons enjoy her body. I could see where a girl like Fanny would find herself in a place where she could work naked and be fawned over by so many hunky guys, where the rule was, you had to keep fucking yourself with a dildo she was literally attached to. I do know Fanny, and she may have been dragging this out so that I could see how she had it made before we discussed why she never made it back.

I was wondering if she'd ever come back from the bar, and when she came, would her fan club come with her. The bar had at least thirty patrons. Most seemed more interested in shooting the shit with guys, grab-assing the help, drinking at the bar, shooting pool, or watching a big-screen TV. Fanny had seven who were only interested in her. I assumed all the others had had their fill. She wasn't the type to ignore unless they were so familiar with her that other things meant more, although no one passed by without giving her a friendly stroke, lick, or feel of tit. She also kissed with anyone when her mouth was up for grabs. Anyone could grab it and enjoy a French kiss that she welcomed and enjoyed.

She always did love French kissing. That alone would make this job a dream. She even Frenched with the waitress who brought my pitcher over. I engaged Wendy in conversation and learned that Pussy - Princess Pussy - came to work there about four months ago, and had been working under conditional contract for three. Everybody loved her, and there were strict rules. Everybody knew the rules. Wendy ran the rules by me, and that was what she did for any new faces.

I heard all the rules I had been observing, and learned that there was no penetration allowed except by tongue or dildo. The dildo had to stay in the pussy of Pussy, and you could put your tongue in her pussy if you can get it in alongside the dildo. You could play with her pussy ring but not lead her by it, and if you hurt her, you get bounced hard. I was seeing that and some asshole tonguing. Fucking amazing.

She really did have it made, was in very tight with the owner, was well protected and very well paid. No one knew how much but she was loaded and drove a new Corvette Stingray that she owned free and clear. She always wanted one of those. So much for getting her back.

She finally came back and was snapped in. She took a seat right beside me and faced her chair out toward the seating area where her fans took seats and faced their chairs her way. She made them a beaver, unsnapped, then settled back and began moving her dick in and out, sensuously, just as she had been doing on stage, only she could take it out and did several times to wet her nipples and lick it.

Just as she did on stage, she watched herself fuck herself without saying a word to me with me looking right down on it. I am right beside her, looking at the same sight she is, and that was a sight, especially when the dildo was out of the way. She is doing a seated rolling grind, and she is slow, deep, fucking herself. Un-fucking real.

She gets herself going good, then she looks to me and smiles, then says, "I promised them a good show if they would give me room to talk with an old friend. Sorry, but it takes me a bit to get myself started. I know this must be very distracting. We can still go to my place if you want."

I finally looked to her beautiful face and said, "You're as beautiful as ever, Fanny. Now, you're sexier than ever. We can talk here. I've seen you naked before."

"You were the first."

"Yes, and the first time I saw your body with no clothes on, I said to myself, 'That girl is going to go far.' I figure ten miles if you cut through and don't take the loop."

She laughed and said, "I went all the way to the left coast for a while, but I came back. I found myself here, Jeff. When I found myself here, and loved it here, I could never face you, or tell you. I prayed you would never find out where I was and what I was doing. You see what I do. You see what I am. I am Princess Pussy."

"But everyone calls you Pussy."

"At first, they called me, Princess. I am everybody's girl, and nobody's girl. The pussy belongs to the bar on a month by month lease. Anyone in the bar can touch it, lick it, play with it, because the pussy between the legs of the Princess is bar pussy. I welcome any and all sexual attention by the agreed upon rules, and I must keep showing and fucking the bar's pussy or let someone else do it."

"May I try?"

"I was hoping you would...and hoping you would still want to kiss me."

I most wanted to kiss her, so I did that first. She melted into my kiss. The feelings were still there. She kissed everybody good, but she kissed me with a burning passion - a hunger for a lover's kiss. I forgot all about the dildo. She took my hand and placed it there while we were kissing. I fucked her like I missed her, and she responded like she missed the way I made love to her. Turk bopped me and said I couldn't fuck her like that. I drew her cock out and slapped that big motherfucker right across his gorilla face. I shouldn't have done that.

That damn dildo really hurt my ass. I came-to in a nice bed being attended by Fanny doctoring my injured fanny. My face hurt bad, too. It felt like I stubbed my face. I ached all over, but my ass was killing me. Fanny saw that I was aware and groaning. She said, "You dummy. I can't believe you slapped Turk with a dick. You are so lucky to be alive, Jeff. My god, what made you do that?"

"Love, Fanny, frustrated love."

"How can you still love me?"

"Tell me you don't love me."

"I won't ever lie to you. I never stopped loving you, and that's why I left you."

"You left me because you loved me. Well, I'm glad you didn't hate me. Your love almost killed me."

"I couldn't bear to hurt you. I knew how I was. You deserve better."

"I think you deserve better. Fanny, I still want you to marry me."

This is where she tells me to sleep on it and ask again. Well, I slept on it and asked again, but I wanted her to leave that job and try to live a regular life. She figured the job would have to go, so she said she'd give Jake two weeks. He wanted four. They compromised at three, but she had to work the late shift. She agreed and ended up working six weeks.

With Jake, it was always one more week, Pussy, just one more week. She hated working the late shift, but she always gave in until I said enough was enough. We were husband and wife and were supposed to be on our honeymoon, and she was fucking a bunch of dipshits, sluts, and mutts, and willing to give him a seventh week of fucking dipshits, sluts, and mutts. She really did hate it, but felt she owed him and had a hard time telling him no more.

She did quit, and we did go on a honeymoon to Hawaii. She was loaded, like six figure loaded. We spent two weeks in paradise and went first class all the way, did everything, and had a dream honeymoon. She only fucked about a dozen guys while on our dream honeymoon, but for her, that was cutting back from a dozen a day. She said she was being real good and trying real hard to keep the cheating to no more than one a day.

When she went a whole day without cheating, she was so proud of herself that she could actually go a day without cheating, which wasn't really cheating since we had a marriage where her fucking other men was allowed. It wasn't cheating but we both called it cheating. I called it cheating because that was what it was; she called it cheating because I called it cheating. She didn't care what I called it, but when she needed the bed, sometimes all night, I needed to find something else to sleep on or in.

I didn't recall agreeing to that. My understanding was that she could not promise to remain faithful. That's different then having the right to fuck whoever she wants whenever she wants. I would not have agreed to that, because you can't live as man and wife with an understanding like that. I don't know what that is, but it isn't marriage, which was what I was proposing and she accepted.

Our honeymoon wasn't all dreamy. We had arguments but not fights. We disagreed on a few minor points. After many negotiations with Fanny, I gained a greater respect, understanding, and admiration for Jake. He also had my sympathy. When you enter into negotiations with Fanny, you must be prepared to give up everything you entered the negotiations to get, and then some. By the time we left paradise, not only did she have the right to cheat with anyone at anytime in our marital bed, but I had to change the sheets and make the bed.

She did grant me one concession. She agreed to buy a better couch and let me pick it out, since I would be the only one sleeping on it - every fucking night all night long.

Fuck :-(

Fanny and I made our love in the daytime. She loved her love making with the only man she ever loved, but nights were for fucking all kinds of men - IF, she couldn't work for Jake and do all of her fucking on the job.

Fanny cheated me into submission. Three weeks after the honeymoon, two hundred cheating acts after the honeymoon, I cried UNCLE and let her enter negotiations with Jake. I thought, that poor bastard.

Fanny got everything she wanted. In exchange for a twelve-hour shift that went from four in the afternoon until closing, she did no carnival acts, and all fucking was free and at her discretion in a Princess pleasure palace built over the bar that could only be used by the princess and her prince, and their guests, available and accessible twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, all utilities paid and cable TV with all the movie channels.

He fucking built it, and I ended up living over and in a sex circus where my wife was the queen of all the fucking acrobats. For me, this was Heaven. I loved Legs. Legs was a guy's wet dream, and I got to call Legs home, eat and drink free, play with and be friends with all the performers. I got to do all the shaving I wanted to do. I massaged the sluts between acts and between legs in Legs. I took care of the animals. I watched everything for free and got to stay up late every night, even on school nights and work nights, because I didn't have a job or go to school. I just did what I fucking wanted to do, because I was Da Prince.

Jake and I became good friends. I was a big help, a free handyman, do anything to help the bar - the bar's go-to guy. Jake very much appreciated having a Princess with a Prince-ofa-guy.

Turk and I were buddies. He had great respect for me. I was a ballsy little fucker. He liked me a lot. I was Da Prince. "Nobody messes with Da Prince. Anybody messes with De Prince, you point me at 'em."

"I appreciate that, Turk."

Turk liked me too much. We became the very closest of buddies, bosom buddies, real pals, inseparable. Turk liked fucking me. I mean, he really really enjoyed fucking Da Prince. Working me over with that dildo did something to that gorilla. It wasn't a homosexual romantic thing, no kissy kissy mushy mushy shit. This was a very manly thing. He just was nuts about my smooth, muscular, slim, trim, almost hairless boy-body. He loved holding my naked boy-body to his very masculine monstrosity of hairy male flesh. Mostly, he loved fucking my sexy ass, or fucking my sexy gullet, or jacking off into my sexy sucking mouth, and he loved watching me eat cum or lick his cum off his manly cock and balls, then eat it.

I lived a wet dream within a wet dream, for I was Turk's bitch, his fucker boy, his punk, his boy toy, Turk's Prince. My wife, the Princess, thought we made such a cute couple. Her idea of Heaven was a big dick up her ass, a bigger one in her pussy, one in each hand, while sucking another, and still being able to see Turk enjoying his Prince. Turk was welcome in my only sanctuary anytime, day or night.

Fuck :-(

I could end this story here and leave you feeling sorry for me. I gotta tell you the truth. Yes, at first, I hated Turk's affection. There is nothing queer or effeminate about me, but his manly affection did start to feel pretty good, and his semen did taste pretty good. The man does have a very strong masculine cock, and, well, I kinda liked the way he held me, caressed me, possessed me, and made me feel like a very sexy little girl when he fucked me. I liked being owned, and I was, because the Princess gave me to him. Turns out, I like being pussy whipped and manhandled. Put the two together, you have my kind of exotic erotic thing.

Fuck :)

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