I remember when I was just a little girl, sitting in church one Sunday morning, daydreaming about the naughty secret fantasy that had taken root in my young mind. As the minister droned on about sin and salvation, my thoughts drifted to a different kind of pulpit – the pole atop the stage of a seedy strip club. I fantasized about peeling off a tight, sequined costume, tits and ass bouncing free, while a crowd of drooling men catcalled with desire. Somehow, in that moment, I knew that being a stripper was my true calling in life. Little Cassidy wanted nothing more than to shake her barely formed titties for cash

Now, decades later, I’m a hot horny housewife and mother, but I still can’t kick my stripper fantasy. I’m lying in bed as we speak, fingers stroking my wet pussy, imagining I’m auditioning for Kam, the sleazy manager of the shadiest strip club in town. The velvet curtain parts and I sashay in, my curvy little body poured into a tiny pink and black number, tits straining at the straps, each step making my hard nipples twitch and bounce. I lock eyes with Kam, his beady gaze roaming my body, undressing me with a glance. I strike a pose, running my hands down my body, tweaking my nipples as I arch my back. My other hand drifts between my thighs, rubbing my aching clit. “You got the job, slut,” Kam growls. “Now get up there and shake your money maker.”

I strut through the curtains onto the stage, the pounding beat of a rock song hitting me like a physical force. The rush of adrenaline, the heat of dozens of hungry male eyes devouring my every curve. I grab the pole and start to move my hips, swaying to the music. Slowly, teasingly, I slide the straps of my top down, under the swell of my heavy tits. I let them bounce free, pink nipples puckered with arousal.

The men roar their approval and I feel my pussy clench and flood with arousal. I grind down, low and slow, my ass cheeks jiggling as I bend over. Then up again, squeezing my tits together, licking my lips. I spin around the pole, reaching back to unclasp my top, stepping out of it completely nude from the waist up. I shimmy down my shorts, giving the guys a flash of the pale pink thong riding up my ass crack.

Nimble fingers reach out to catch a flash of my bare pussy as I shake my ass in their faces. The music builds to a crescendo and I’m dancing like a woman possessed, all natural instincts taking over. I’m not just shaking my tits, I’m fucking the pole. Grunting with effort, sweat dripping down my body, I’m putting on a slutty show like it’s my last night on earth. The song ends and the crowd erupts in cheers and applause. I collapse back against the pole, panting, pussy clenching hard as I cum, my juices flooding out to soak the seat of my thong.

Siiiiiigh… one day, when the time is right, I’ll finally make this fantasy real. For now, it’s just Cassidy and her naughty, secret stripper dreams, fingers pumping away between my legs as I imagine shaking my tits for cash. I hope my husband doesn’t notice the spot on the sheets in the morning. This horny MILF may have to take her show on the road one day soon…

Wishfully yours… Cassidy

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