Stripper's Alley...
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The good thing about being a stripper was the fact that you learned how to work the crowd. Body language was always a key thing when walking out on stage in front of a group of horny males or females. You couldn't always just rely on the noise level of the crowd, sometimes you had to work yourself just right to get the right kind of applause or approving whistles out of everyone around you.
Grunting and spreading his legs just so while dancing against the golden rod lifted up from the ground the Doberman hissed and ground his thong covered sheath into the cool metal. His eyes caught sight of tonight's crowd and he could tell that he was going to have work a little bit harder tonight.
Pulling himself back, while using one paw to hold onto the bar, the Dobbie grunted and made love to the hard steel in front of. Moaning throatily and wrapping his legs around the metal like it was a lover he pumped his thighs up and down over and over while splaying his ears onto the top of his head.
The guys below went wild and some of them threw money onto the stage as the Doberman continued to tease them with his larger and muscular frame. He was only 6'1 and one hundred and ninety pounds but that was all that he needed to be because most of the guys were more focused on his plump as than his flat stomach.
The thin line trailing in between his cheeks looked like it was going to disappear into the dark crevice as the Doberman thrust his cheeks back and wiggled just so that his stub of a tail could wag reflexively. The manager always said he had an ass that looked fuckable, then again the old lynx said that every part of him looked fuckable, that's why he hired the Dobbie, and tonight the stripper was putting his all into making sure the crowd desired him.
Pulling himself forward onto the pole and then hissing as the cold metal touched his sweat soaked chest the Doberman sighed. The music was pumping in his ears and as the DJ kept spinning his favorite track, a psychedelic techno mix that normally would make any sane person run away screaming from the mishmash of beats and rhythms, the Doberman could feel his blood pumping quickly through his body making him almost dizzy.
More hoots and hollers followed as he turned to face the crowd and then lolled out his tongue at the randy bunch below, his tongue piercing winking in the flashing lights above. Winking at no one in particular the Doberman walked away from the pole onto the front of the stage just so that he was mere inches from stepping off before turning around and bending down onto his hands and knees away from his spectators.
The bouncers between him and the rest of the mob had to haul a few people back as some of the viewers lost their composure and charged up to get a better look at him. Not minding, the Doberman placed one hand behind him and then played with the thin strand of material gracing the ravine between his rump before pulling it back just a little and making it snap back into place.
He hissed and the barks and roars around him nearly made the Dobbie but deaf but he just smiled and smacked himself on both his left and right cheeks. Flipping over to do a handstand the Doberman brought himself down fully onto his feet again before sauntering back to his pole.
Turning his head to the crowd once more he winked again and then reached for the sides of his thong and took it fully down, but made sure to keep his back to the patrons. Spreading his right rump while showing them his pink pucker the Doberman listened to a wave of applause sound off behind him before quickly taking one of his fingers and popping it into his muzzle and then slathering over it leisurely.
When his digit was wet enough the Doberman brought the shining finger down to the crux of his behind and trailed up all the way to his tail before howling quietly.
The crowd stared agape as they watched him play with his hidden depths before they saw the Dobbie take his finger and plunge it into himself. Some of the guys had multiple orgasms all at one and a few even passed out next to their friends; all the while the Doberman just fucked himself for their pleasure.
A bell went off and the stripper grunted in annoyance but pulled his finger out of his taint, licking over it and tasting the oil he had used to clean himself out with earlier, before pulling back up his thong. Turning around and then taking a bow the Dobbie chuckled as he watched the myriad of lustful stares being cast onto him and then pulled himself up to wave at his fans.
Sticking his tongue out and then curling it for everyone to see he chuckled and then walked behind the curtain that separated the back from the front. The hoots and hollers behind him chased him as he walked past some of the other strippers who he worked with, many of them patting him on the ass for good measure.
Getting to the dressing room the Doberman all but collapsed as he got to the large sofa that the crew had splurged on last month. His front and back was darkened with beads of sweat as he panted heavily while trying to get his wind back.
Fur colored dark, sheath all but swollen with his half hard cock and muzzle cracked in a devilish smile the young stripper barely noticed when someone came in and sat down next to him.
A large, fluffy tail brushed across his nose and then Doberman sneezed before grunting and snapping at the annoying appendage. A chuckle was the reward for his efforts as the tail's owner leaned over him and kissed his nose.
"Good show tonight puppy. I almost came myself from that little maneuver of yours." A large retriever/husky cross said as his blue and black eye gazed down hotly at the Dobbie.
"Thanks Carl, but do you have to do that thing with your tail? It's so annoying." The Doberman grunted in annoyance before being handed a towel.
"Yes I do, just because I know you hate it." The mutt known as Carl said cheekily while watching the Doberman whipping his short fur down.
"Asshole," Came the playful taunt.
"Speaking of which, what made you decide to do the finger move tonight? Usually you stick with sheath humping and ass-waving."
"I dunno. It just felt right this time." The Doberman tossed the towel over the edge of the couch and then got up to go to his locker.
"Awww, somebody need something filling between their tails?" Carl smirked as he got up to follow his co-worker and friend.
"Yeah, yeah. Whatever."
"No seriously, you need to find somebody to stuff that Dobbie ass of yours with something nice and thick? I can hook you up if you want." The Doberman turned to look at the mixed breed just as he was getting out his bag.
"No thanks. I've seen some of your friends. The last thing I want is a crater between my cheeks from some overly hung shire that you managed to fish out of your repertoire of clients." The Doberman knowing well enough that Carl was a part-time gigolo.
"Hey! All of the guys I know are gentlemen and some of them can be really sweet!" Carl huffed while crossing his arms over his impressive chest.
"Suuuuure they can. Is this before or after they tell me to drop and give them forty licks?"
"Oh I so shouldn't have told you about that military guy..." Carl groaned while rubbing his face.
"Hehehe. Nope and I plan to make you remember that you did for a long time to come." The Doberman got out the rest of his things and shut his locker before walking back to the sofa to put his clothes on.
Work was essentially over for him for the night, the bell that had sounded earlier meant that it was one-thirty and it was time for him to hit the road before the last bus passed by for the night.
"Well whatever." Carl got ready to leave since he was going to be on in about ten minutes then paused as he remembered something. "Oh yeah, that gator fan of yours was here again. He asked me to tell you that he wanted to see you before you left."
The Doberman's heart began to pound in his chest with deep booming thuds as he thought over what Carl had just said. Being a stripper it wasn't anything to have fans, most that were good at what they did tended to have a small cult of guys that wanted to see him for private performances. It was a good for the wallet to do private shows for under the table money but it also meant that you sometimes took a risk.
You never knew when one guy might start pressing you for more than just taking a few pieces of clothes off. Usually it wasn't a problem for the Dobbie since he knew how to handle himself from a few years of self-defense, being a cop's son did have some perks after all, but still...
"What did he say exactly?"
"Just that he would be honored to see you if you had some time once you got off from work." Carl repeated while going over and pressing his nose against the Doberman's. "Don't worry this guy is ok. Believe me, as a trained whore I know how to scout for the crazy ones. I wouldn't let a cute thing like you walk into danger." Carl reached around and patted the Doberman onto his rump making the other yip slightly.
"This ass of yours is just too cute to have laid out somewhere because of a lunatic." Carl licked the Dobbie onto the nose then backed away.
"I...don't know...do you think this guy is..."
"Trust me, this is one of those that likes to play rough but knows how to play nice."
The Doberman murred as he thought it over before sighing. "Alright, I guess. Where is he?"
"Said he would be waiting for you around back of the building where the bus stop is. Who knows, maybe he'll give you a ride home."
"Let's hope that's all he'll give me." The Dobbie chuckled before putting on his street clothes.
Once he was dressed the Doberman hugged Carl and then walked to the back of the strip club where the large bounce bruin named Eric was leaning against the wall. Nodding to him and letting the other see him out the Dobbie looked out at the cold and empty street before stepping out into the darkness of the night.
He really hated that he didn't have a car but times were tough and just paying for the rent was starting to become a chore. Putting his hands into his pocket he walked through the alleyway and to the bus stop and nearly jumped out of his fur when a large figure bumped up into him. Ears lowering onto his head and his lips pulling back the Doberman looked to see a larger alligator staring him into the face with surprise coloring his mottled snout.
"Evening," The gator said as he backed up and let the Doberman's features school back into a neutral tone.
"Evening. You're the guy who was looking for me?"
"Yeah, sorry if I scared you, not used to doing this kinda thing." The gator spoke with a thick accent that made him sound like he was British or maybe Australian, the Doberman couldn't really tell, but as he looked over the other he noticed some things about the reptile.
For instance the alligator was wearing a large muscle shirt and cut off shorts, given the time of the year, it was late October after all, the Doberman thought the other must either have thick blood to be able to stand the cool air sweeping around them. The second thing was that the other male was huge; muscles on muscles just seemed to pop out as large biceps and triceps flexed while the gator stuck his hands into his pockets.
Looking down the Doberman bypassed the fat mound sticking out in front of the too tight jeans as massive thighs and legs seemed to almost bulge with raw power as the held up the torso of the other. The guy had to spend almost every waking hour in the gym to get a cut body like he had and as the Dobbie watched him with approval showing in his eyes he had to wonder,
"So what do you want me?"
"Well," The gator rubbed the back of his neck with a large hand then rolled his head towards the cloud covered sky. "A friend of a friend got me on a dare that I could hook up with you so," The reptile dropped his face down and then smiled unsurely.
"A friend of a friend huh?" The Doberman cast his glance back to the strip club and silently promised that he would throttle a certain mutt later on.
"Yeah, I know how that sounds, but really I'm no good at this sorta thing." The gator stepped back some and then let his too large tail sweep behind him nervously. "I've only been coming here on and off for about a month so I was hoping to get a chance to get some action for a good price, if you're into that kinda thing."
"Oh, so looking to hook up, I take it?" Definitely going to kill Carl later.
"Yeah, I'm sorry if I've got you all wrong."
"No, it's okay. Just tell me what you want and I'll decide if it's worth my time."
The alligator seemed to shift phases at that and soon he pulled out a small wad of bills, a couple of twenties could be seen easily enough in the light of the street lamp next to them.
"I was hoping maybe for a hundred bucks to get some head and maybe..." The gator muttered the last part.
"First off, never show all your money to a hooker. That just makes them up the price." The Doberman said before chuckling at the obviously virgin trick-wannabe. "Secondly, you have to say clearly what you want or else you might get stiffed later on."
"Yeah, right. Alright then." The gator seemed to gain courage from out of nowhere before looking directly into the Doberman's brown eyes. "I want you to suck me off and then I wanted to fist fuck you."
The Doberman blinked at the admission before feeling his tailhole clench in reflex.
"Uhmm, well that's new. Hehe," The Dobbie chuckled as he watched the other seem to wilt a little bit. "Alright, make it a hundred-fifty and you got yourself a deal." The gator nodded rapidly before pulling out some more bills from his other pocket and then offering it to the Doberman.
The Dobbie took the money, making sure to count it up, and then thumbed the alley behind him. The two walked into the shadows just as the last metro bus passed by the streets turning everything white with its front lights.
The Doberman swore slightly but decided not to mind since he had enough to call a cab now, or maybe get a ride from Carl if he chose to. Not thinking about that once he got into the alley with his trick the Doberman looked around for any signs that they would be watched before looking up at the gator.
There was just enough light from the half moon drifting behind the clouds for him to see so when he looked up at the alligator with a smile playing on his lips he made sure the other watched as he licked his lips slowly, showing off his tongue piercing.
"Oh damn, didn't know you had one of those."
"I'm just full of surprises," The Doberman assured the gator before saying, "now just lean back and spread those legs for me." The reptilian male did as he was told, grunting when his back muscles touched the cold bricks behind him before hissing as deft hands began to play with the ties of his pants.
The Doberman didn't waste any time as he knelt down in front of the larger male and then unfastened the gator's belt and buttons before springing his cutoffs open. A wave of sweaty man musk hit him in the nose like a punch to the face and the Dobbie all but whimpered as he felt his tail wag excitedly.
The gator didn't have an external set of cock and balls so it left the Dobbie a little curious as he watched a small slit sit in front of his face instead of the usual hardness he had come to know in other guys. Poking his nose into the gator the stripper dog licked his tongue across the gator's genital slit and watched as a wide piece of meat began to slowly make an appearance. Above him the alligator was shuddering and hissing as he put his hands to the back wall to try and keep himself together.
Licking again at the slit the Dobbie encouraged the gator's cock to push its way out into the air and was rewarded with something that looked to be more than a muzzleful flexing with clear slime over it. Wet and hot against his tongue the Doberman ran his tongue against the underside of the gator's large cock forcing blood to flow generously into it.
"Ohhh, shit man, that's really good." The gator murmured as he banged his head gently back into the wall without meaning to.
Smiling up at the reptile the Dobbie opened his mouth wide and poked out his tongue so that it curled around the head of the other's shaft. A bitten of groan was his reward followed by a quiet wail when he brought the first few inches of gator meat into his maw. Not wasting anytime with pointless formalities the Doberman let his dexterous tongue slide down and around his trick's length 'til about halfway before starting to suck.
While he didn't like it to be known the Doberman was an eager cock slut and loved to have something between his muzzle. Bobbing down onto the alligator's manmeat and then pulling back up the stripper flicked his ears to the sky and listened to the moans that came raptly from the other's mouth.
Somewhere between moaning for air and gasping from pleasure the gator flexed his thighs and pushed his hips up into the Doberman's mouth with apt fervor. His backside never left the wall as the bigger male humped into the Dobbie's snout all the while letting the stripper reach behind himself in order to pull down his own pants. The cool air made him shiver but the heat from his ministrations over the gator's cock warmed him up quickly and soon his own Doberman maleness was pushing out into the night air.
Balls heavy with his pent up seed the Dobbie reached and hand down to pull at his nuts while tonguing the head of the gator's cock and swallowing the pre fluids that were gushing onto the back of throat. It was a carnal sight to see as the smaller Doberman continued to push his face down into the alligator's pelvis area, going even so far so that he brushed his nose into the larger male's crotch to lick out over his scaled groin, before pulling back and panting around the girth between his lips.
His throat bulged out whenever the Dobbie would drop his head down and force the bulk of his trick's cock into his throat, but that only seemed to make him move faster over the other as mouthful of gator nectar seemed to just ooze down into his stomach. The taste wasn't good but it wasn't horrible neither and as the Doberman worked himself back and forth over the reptile he could tell that a thick wad of cum was about to fill his muzzle.
The flexing from the gator's cock combined with the rampant humps of muscular thighs into his face made it quite clear that things were coming to a head and just as the alligator was about to pop the Doberman mashed his snout down and held firm.
A flex of his tongue was what did it and soon the stripper was getting his first taste gator cream.
The taste was thick and goopy, just as he expected, but it was also kind of not-salty at the same time. Odd, but maybe not so much since this wasn't a warm blood he was dealing with. Drinking down the warm fluids the Dobbie guessed that maybe cold-bloods didn't cum the same as warm-bloods but that didn't mean that they couldn't cum lots.
Reaching up to rub at his stomach the Doberman found himself getting filled up quickly as the gator spent himself inside of his muzzle while panting harshly to the sky. Pulling back just as the flow started to taper off, the Doberman got one last shot of gator cum on the side of his cheek for his troubles making him chuckle up at the other.
"S-s-sorry 'bout that..." The larger male was panting like someone who had ran a marathon race as he looked down at his hooker.
"s'ok...happens from time to time." The Doberman rubbed the stuff from the side of his face and then licked his hand clean before getting up off his knees. "You still want to finish up the last part?"
"Oh hell yeah!" Energy just seemed to flow back into the alligator as he quickly nodded at the stripper.
"Ok then," The Doberman went over to the wall opposite of where his trick was leaning, bent over and pulled his thong completely down from his rump and then stuck his butt out at the other. "Come and get it then."
"Uhm...don't we need some...uh...you know..."
"It's okay, I always clean and lube up before work. Just make sure to take it slow with the big arms of yours."
"You've done this before?" The gator asked as he wobbled over to the other, completely forgetting that his pants were down.
"Once or twice," The Dobbie winked saucily.
The alligator didn't say anything after that, he just pulled up his right hand, flexed his fingers then reached down to rub the Doberman's posterior. Remembering everything he had been taught from a friend of his the gator spread the canine's butt cheeks open gently then probed the other with a finger.
The Dobbie hissed as he felt a single finger poke at his taint and then circle around his tailhole gently and wondered should he had told the other to at least lick his digits first. It was too late for that as the gator pressed inside of him making the Doberman clench his teeth together and hope that the oil he had used was still slick back there.
The finger went in like a knife through butter and once it was settled the alligator began to slowly finger fuck the half naked dog. Meanwhile, the Doberman's cock was all but waving against the wall in front of him as the Dobbie spread his legs and splayed his hands against the bricks in front of him. He had never finished pumping his load out but as his trick pressed another finger into him and stroked his prostate the Dobbie didn't think he had long to worry about his little problem.
Grunting and pushing back the Doberman moaned loudly as the gator began to really get into what he was doing as he had another finger, spreading the dog's anus wide open. The three fingers twisted and turned, rolled around together against the soft walls of his rectum before scissoring the Doberman and forcing him to bark out loud as another finger was forced deep into him.
The alligator watched in amazement as he didn't think he could have fit so many of his fingers into the other so quickly. The slickness on the insides of the Dobbie's butt was a big help as the hole he was plugging seemed to just swallow around his fingers like a warm vacuum. Letting his wrist muscles relax for a second the gator leaned over and put his free hand on the left side of the Doberman before leaning his long snout across the stripper's shoulder and nuzzling him.
The Dobbie wasn't sure what to think about this, usually his customers, which were few in number, preferred to have at him and then go about their way. This guy however, was breaking a lot of rules, especially when he bumped his face at the Doberman's cheek while looking at him with that look on his face. The look that said, I'm going to do this again in the future.
Not wanting to break the spell between them by being shy and reserved the Doberman just pushed back and demanded without words that the other continue. The gator was happy to reply favorably to him as he pulled his fingers out almost all the way before curling the four digits together while adding his thumb to the mix.
In his entire hand went and the Dobbie's eyes snapped shut as he wailed to the moon as his ass was broken through by a greater girth than any cock he had ever taken. The alligator grunted from the tight restriction hugging at his hand like a vice but determination made him twist his fingers open then spread the dog's ass wide to get the first inch of his arm into him.
The heat was better than anything he could have imagine, the wetness was better than the Doberman's mouth and when he pulled back to get enough leverage to drive forward the gator felt himself get drunk off the control he had as he watched the Dobbie raise himself up onto his toes as he started to fist fuck his ass.
Pulling out and looking down the alligator was astounded to see his wrist being sucked on by the flesh of the Doberman's tailhole. Who would have thought that the smaller Dobbie could have taken so much of him with just what preparation he had beforehand?
Watching as the other shivered the gator pushed his hand back up into the dog and then began to really give him as much as he could handle.
The Doberman sobbed as he tried to blink away tears of both discomfort and ecstasy. It hurt so good to have the gator using his back passage like he was, his prostate was especially getting a thorough massage as his trick's hand seemed to caress the bundle of nerves inside of him so much that pure electricity seemed to well up in his gut. Moaning and groaning as his balls taped against the wall restlessly, the Doberman bit off several curses as he pushed his ass back over the gator's hand forcing more to shoot up deeper into him. It felt almost like the alligator was punching at his stomach and he tried to look down the dog was disappointed that he couldn't see anything even though he felt like his brain would just explode from the pleasure.
The gator forced more and more of his arm up into the other, marveling at the way there seemed to be no end to the chasm that was eating its way up his arm, until almost half of his arm was up into the Dobbie's body. Gazing at his hooker the gator could see that it was about time for the other to pop and nodded before pulling back, until his wrist was just in the other, before starting to jackhammer inside of the Doberman's inner channel.
The Doberman shouted as he was forced up the wall, while in the back of his mind he was surprised that no one came to see about the noise, as white covered his vision making him temporarily go blind.
Climax shot through him like a thunderbolt as his cum drenched the wall in front of him. White ribbons painted the red brick as the Dobbie's nuts drew up close to his body while giving their treasure in favor of the gator's spectacular arm maneuverings.
The gator felt the tension on his arm as the Doberman tightened up on him and didn't bother to fight against the clamp of muscles tugging on him as he stilled his arm while feeling the very heartbeat of the dog throb against his fingers.
Tilting his head to look at the stripper the gator watched as the dog spent himself with multiple bursts coming out of his cock before settling down and sliding back from the wall. This of course meant that he just slide down the gator's arm but that was ok with him, the alligator was enjoying himself to a great extent as his trick played his part well between their little sexual drama.
Calming down and panting like a freight gone awry the Doberman turned his head back shakily nodded at the gator. Seeing that it was time to end this the alligator pressed his free hand softly across the other's back and then very gently eased his hand out from the folds of the Doberman's tailhole.
The wet squishy sounds of loose muscles trying to clench around the wide girth of the gator's arm made the Doberman blush as the reptile chuckled down at him.
One, two, three, four and then five fingers later the gator freed his hand and then brought it up to his face to see what kind of damage he had done. Again he was surprised to see that other than oil and sweat there was no sign of anything else on his fingers or arm.
"I told you...I lube up before work..." The Doberman panted before reaching down with an unsure hand and pulling his pants back up.
The gator did the same and soon the two of them were walking out of the alley back out onto the street.
"Well, uh..." The gator said as he wiped his hand down off on his cutoffs.
"Alen." The Doberman said making the gator blink down at him.
"Huh?"
"My name's Alen. Look me up some time if you want to do something like this again." The Doberman said before smiling up at the other.
"Oh, yeah. Name's Trench." The gator held his hand out only to have the dog lift an eyebrow at him. "Oh yeah, sorry. Have to wash this when I get home."
"And speaking of home, I need to call a cab." Alen grunted as he looked back at the strip club and wondered should he try to use their phone or walk down to the payphone.
"I can give you a lift, if you want." Trench offered while pointing to a nondescript black car sitting off on the other side of the street.
Alen looked up at him and gauged the other carefully before shrugging. What the hell, he thought.
"Alright. Let's go." Trench smiled down at him before grabbing the Doberman around the shoulder and brining him close into the bulk of his body.
And then the two were walking together across the street.
Maybe it was the larger form shielding the Dobbie from the cold wind or maybe it was the heat of a flush starting to radiate across his cheeks. He wasn't sure, but what Alen did know was that once the two of them were in the car and driving down the road he found it hard to not look over at the other and while licking his lips in eagerness.
Driving through the night the car only ran one stop light as the driver accelerated the engine without meaning too. On the inside a certain Doberman couldn't be bothered to notice as once again his lips were wrapped around a long gator cock while his tongue piercing ran up the side of said reptile's manhood.