Feeding the Bears (or Our Night on the Town) by Monica Devine, general erotica

Taking a break from their jobs at an Air Base in Italy, this gutsy female and her five male co-workers head out to a local strip club…and a long wild night of sex none of them will forget!

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While working a typical 14 hour shift on my deployment to Aviano Air Base, Italy, my all male coworkers talked in code about what they called “feeding the bears”. While I did not have a clue as to what that pertained to, based on the way they talked, I knew I wanted in on it. After we had worked most of the dreaded night shift, I convinced the guys to take me along the following night to “feed the bears”.

The night started out simple enough. Myself and five of my coworkers headed out in a foreign piece of shit car built for four. Since I was the only female, I had the pleasure of lying across three laps in the back of the tiny hatchback. The six of us had dinner in nearby Pordenone, Italy at a hole in the wall restaurant. It was summer time in Italy, so it was hot and very humid. The mountains views made for an awesome scene. Rodney, our designated driver, ordered the “chef special” pizza. I don’t recommend ever doing that. The pizza was complete with sausage, hotdogs, corn, and anchovies on top. We each took a big bite, after laughing about the ingredients that we could see; it was the hidden squid that did us in. We quickly traded the “chef’s special” for a dish of spaghetti, without meat, just to be safe.

After dinner, we walked to a nearby club. I was not sure what I was in for. It was after all, my first time off base in Italy. I was pushed to the front of the line by my male companions and let in free of charge by the three bouncers at the door. Once inside, I examined my new surroundings. It was a strip club. What I couldn’t understand is why my coworkers talked in code about this place. It was a strip club, but one where the girls walked around in florescent string bikinis and skimpy lingerie that glowed in the black lights. The place was almost completely empty, but it was after all only 9pm. Why would they feel uncomfortable to talk about this place around me? I wasn’t exactly a naive girl that used church talk at work. There had to be more to this place than what I was seeing. So I made myself nice and comfortable at the table closest to the end of the runway the girls were strutting down after going to the back bar to make change and get a couple drinks.

A Lira is what an Italian dollar is called. At the time, a Lira was comparable to about half a dollar in US dollars. The guys that escorted me around that night were tipping a Lira here and a Lira there. Cheap bastards. I, on the other hand, was handing out at least 10 Lira at a time for each girl, depending on the girl and the show she provided me, I gave twice that. In no time at all, I was the favorite customer in the establishment. The Italian beauties were swarming me. After about 10 songs, the girls began to remove their bikini tops, revealing their 20 something, perfect perky tits. Now, this is more like it. I felt right at home with the tits exposed. My 10 Lira increased and went up to 30 Lira to a voluptuous little blonde, with the biggest tits in the joint. When I handed her my 30 Lira, equating to about $15 USD, she led me into a back room and began giving me a lap dance. I was happy to learn that lap dances are an international language. Her name was Capricia, meaning “impulsive”; she did indeed and, thankfully, live up to her name. There I was in Italy at a strip club with five fellows airmen, enjoying my favorite pastime; that being beautiful women and their tits. And a lap dance for the low, low price of $15 USD. That night, I learned that experiencing different cultures can be fun. Capricia was straddled on my lap, tits in my face and she was grinding me like no women ever has before. She surprised me and my friends who were all enjoying their lap dances, as well as mine, when she shoved her right tit in my open mouth and squeezed my breasts together. Her tits were covered in glitter body paint and did I look funny with a light pink glitter circle all the way around my mouth. Capricia’s mounds tasted sweet with a hint of strawberry. She leaned back and began rubbing me down there with her fingers and riding my thigh. I could feel the warm, wet cum through my pant leg. She began kissing me wildly and rubbing my clit harder and faster. All of sudden, Capricia was on the floor and nibbling at my pussy through my pants and squeezing my tits with passionate force. I felt like I was going to go insane with the warm air she breathed out on my pulsing, wet pussy. Capricia worked her way up to my mouth, on the way she lifted my shirt and exposed my tits. I was lost in her enthusiasm. I completely forgot where I was. She pinched my right nipple hard, then gave a good firm squeeze on both my breasts and we kissed as she did it. She guided my hand downward into her wet, neatly trimmed pussy beneath a soaked pink barely there bikini bottom. I felt someone tapping my shoulder, but we were so involved, I didn’t react to it. She grinded me a little more and slowly guided my middle finger inside of her. I had to know if her vagina tasted as sweet as her mouth, so I pulled my finger out and sucked her sweet juice off of it. She seemed pleased with this and began feverishly kissing me and forced my finger back inside her, rubbing her clit until she came. Once again, there was a rather rude interruption; someone was tapping on my shoulder again. This time I opened my eyes to see who had the balls to stop us from getting off. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next. One of the door guards was standing over us and was screaming at me in Italian, which I didn’t understand; what I did understand is when the bouncers threw the six of us out in the street. There I was, wet and wound up. Sadly, we left Capricia behind and drove off; thankful we didn’t get arrested for my actions.

My coworkers were explaining in great detail all the events that got us thrown out. All of them were watching and apparently were rather enjoying the free show that their female coworker supplied them with. As we were driving off, I noticed that we were going a different route. I asked Rodney where we were going. Everyone began laughing hysterically. The guy in the middle of the back seat named Keith, whose hard dick was poking into my back said, “To a place that you will enjoy even more than the shit hole we were just thrown out of”.

Could it be true? Does such a place exist? The shit hole we just left was unlike any strip club I had ever been to. What could be better than that? True, we did get kicked out, but not before I made a stripper cum all over me.

We drove for about an hour without passing another car. Where in the fuck were these guys taking me? We were in the middle of nowhere, when all of a sudden there were bright lights blinding us. The building was all by itself, the parking lot was full and there were florescent flashing lights on the building that said “The Black and White”. We all walked up to the door, and my heart was racing. What was inside? And more importantly, am I going to be able to finally get off? As I approached the door, the bouncers looked at me and my friends and seemed confused. Rodney spoke to the bouncer in Italian and we were all let in. Apparently, there was a two drink minimum and you had to pay to get out of the club. The fee to get out was equivalent to $10 USD. No problem. It’s a backwards way of doing business, but no problem.

As soon I walked in and looked around for a second, I felt at ease. This place was, indeed, better than the first shit hole. There had to have been over a hundred totally naked girls in there. All they had on were spiked stripper heels. I didn’t know how we got here or if we knew the way back to base, but at that moment, I didn’t give a shit. This place was full of promise, just what I needed.

We took our places at the bar to get the minimum two drinks out of the way; we each bought two at once and threw them back. Alcoholic drinks in Italy definitely tasted a lot stronger than I was used to, so I decided to skip the next round for a few minutes. The bar maids did have “clothes” on, for lack of a better word, they wore white shear mesh robes that were completely open in the front. Not sure why they had that shit on, you could still see all the goods with the help of the black lights that made the robes glow against their skin.

The six of us walked around the place to scope out a good spot. We settled by the stairs that lead up to the multi-colored lighted disco floor that was just like the one in the movie Saturday Night Fever. The music was just as bad; a mix of bad 80s songs filled the air. This dance floor was different in that it was surrounded by four walls of couches. I had never seen anything like it. There were four stripper poles, one in each of the four corners of the dance floor. My friends told me that there were 20 girls on the roster that night and that we got there before we missed any action. I still wasn’t sure what to expect, but the chicks were totally nude; so my hopes were set pretty high.

The first stripper came out on the dance floor and I think all six of ours jaws dropped. She was a gorgeous blonde. She had a perfect body, the kind that you would see in the pages of Penthouse Magazine. But, she was in red baby doll lingerie. How is it that the stripper is the only one in clothes? She paraded around the dance floor for the first song in her lingerie, clapping above her head, trying to get the crowd warmed up. During the beginning of the second song, she lit two batons on fire and danced by one of the poles. The fire was so close to her skin, she had ash marks on her perfect body. It was the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen. Towards the end of her second song, she walked around as she stripped. Now we are getting somewhere. For the third and final song, she was completely naked and doing lap dances for the gentlemen on the couches surrounding the dance floor. We all quickly scanned for seats on a couch, but alas, they were all full. If only we had been kicked out of the first shit hole sooner we could have had a front row seat for this show.

The dancers came out on by one, doing their three songs. With each song, there was more action. Things got a little better with girl five. She came out just like the others, but with her show she required audience participation during the third song. It was the beginning of the last song and she was completely nude when she walked over to Pete, the guy whose dick was stabbing me in the back on the way there. Pulling him on stage, she lay down on a shiny silver blanket and pulled him on top of her. Again, all of our jaws dropped. The dancer pushed Pete’s head down so he could eat her out. They did that right on stage and in front of at least 200 people. And eat her out he did. I must say, I was jealous and, man, did I feel stupid for not trying him out for myself. A half hour prior, his dick was poking me in the back and now he was is eating someone else’s pussy. Pete ate her until she came all over his face then she pulled him up and kissed him goodbye. Then off she went, leaving him on the blanket alone. My bewildered partner in crime staggered back to his spot next to me. After we both regained our composure, I pulled a piece of gum out of my pack and handed it to Pete. He just smiled and said, “No thank you.”

Apparently, Pete was damn good at what he did, because the next stripper did the same exact thing. And like the girl before, she selected him to go on stage and eat her out as well. I made a mental note that I might have to give him a test run later on. After his turn with stripper six, Pete stumbled back to me and this time I handed him the entire pack of gum. He took it from me, smiling, and just put in his front pocket. The crowd roared with laughter. I was so wet and pulsing down there, I desperately needed attention.

I wandered around and found the bathrooms. Problem was that the bathrooms weren’t marked male or female. There was not one sign to be found. So, I just picked a door and walked in like I owned the place. It was a rather large bathroom and there were urinals as well as three stalls, so I tried the next bathroom. But, the second bathroom was the same as the first, so I decided to just brave it and go in a stall. It was an odd set up for a bathroom though. The stalls were approximately four feet by four feet and the doors went from the floor up approximately ten feet in the air. The whole bathroom was black. The toilets were white Italian squatters that were completely flush with the floor. You literally had to squat down over them to use it. I couldn’t believe what I had seen in the club. Men were actually allowed to eat out the strippers and did it on a lit stage, in front of everyone. I was so hot and fucking turned on by the events of the evening, it only took a few moments of fingering myself that I soon began to cum. Just after climax, I heard two voices. They were speaking English and the voices were familiar, so I dressed and walked out of the stall. It was the Rodney and the owner of the Tasmanian Devil tongue, Pete.

I walked up to them and grabbed Pete and guided him into the stall with me. He started to ask me what I was doing, but I put a finger in his mouth to shut him up. He sucked my fingered and smiled when he realized it was the one that I just made myself cum with. I removed the finger from his mouth and slid it back into my still wet pussy. He, in turn, pulled down my pants and my baby blue satin thong. He sucked my tits and just before I was able to make myself climax, he moved the finger that was buried in my pussy and put it back in his mouth. He then slid his way down my body until he was on his knees. He teased me for a minute or two and looked up at me and asked, “What is it that you want from me”?

I answered him by grabbing him by the back of the head and shoved his face into my wet pussy. I wrapped a leg around one of his shoulders and smothered him with my pussy. He didn’t come up for air, just whipped that tongue of his around my clit until I erupted in an earth shattering organism. He stayed down there and sucked every drop out of me. I was completely breathless and disoriented. Then he stood up in front of me and grabbed the back of my head and said, “Now it’s my turn.”

I willingly and eagerly dropped to my knees, my pants and panties almost around my ankles. His cock must have been eight inches when he entered my mouth and somehow seemed to grow. I feasted on that dick like it was going to be my last meal ever. Pete fucked my face for about ten minutes and he began growling and thrashing around. He pulled my hair, pulled me in closer, and he soon filled my mouth and throat with his warm and salty cum. I wrapped my arms around his legs for stability until we both collapsed on the stall floor. We caught our breath and soon realized that we had an audience waiting for us outside the stall. As long as it wasn’t a bouncer, I didn’t care that we got caught. We stumbled out of the stall, still struggling to get ourselves put back together. And were kind of relieved to see Rodney and another one of my coworkers standing there laughing at us. At that moment, I knew that I would never be able to live this one down.

We all parted ways and I wandered to the back of the club. The building was a large one and there were so many people and so many sexual acts to witness. I found a bar in the very back of the club. There was a naked women walking on the bar and another naked women serving drinks. The bar wasn’t that busy, so there were some empty seats. I ordered my favorite drink, a dirty martini with extra olives. I couldn’t have been there a minute when the women on the bar walked over. She stood smiling down at me and squatted down and used her pussy to rim my glass before the bar maid poured the alcohol in the glass. That gave a whole new meaning to the name “dirty martini”. The bartender slid my drink across the bar to me and as I licked the rim, which oddly, and ironically, tasted like cherry, I stared at the girl on the bar as I did this. I caught myself staring at her as if I was in a trance while I drank. She squatted down in front of me again and she reached in my glass and took an olive. She smiled at me and bit the olive in half then fed me the other half. Of course, I accepted the olive and sucked all of the alcohol off her perfectly manicured finger tips. I asked her name and she just smiled and walked to a customer on the other side of the bar and gave him the same treatment she gave me. After finishing my drink, I decided to explore some more of this truly unique adult playground, which was unlike anything I have ever seen, and probably will ever see again.

I was walking in the very back of the club and ran into a group of American Air Force pilots I recognized from work. That sealed the deal; I was really never going to be able to face any of them in the morning. I walked up to them smirking as I did. We chatted a bit and I learned that there were rooms in the very back where you could take a woman and to enjoy any pleasure you could imagine, which of course they took part in. After a few shared stories, we all decided to go up to the front and watch the rest of the strippers on stage.

I joined the rest of the group I arrived with who had managed to find seats on the couches around the dance floor. Two more women danced their three songs just like the many others before. This time I was able to enjoy a close up view of the dancers. And then there was the finale. She was a well known Italian porn star named Gabriella. Unlike the others though, she walked out and stripped off her clothes right away. She walked around and kissed many of the men surrounding her. Then she selected her participant. With his short crew haircut he looked like an American military member, but I didn’t know him. She pulled him on stage and she put down the familiar shiny silver blanket that was used in previous acts. They lay down on the blanket and he started undressing.

Sure enough, he was an American alright! If it wasn’t the high and tight haircut, it was the American flag boxers were a dead giveaway. She helped strip him down to his boxers and pushed him down forcefully to the ground and she climbed on top of him in what appeared to be one single motion. She rode him for a minute and when his penis poked through the hole in the front of the boxer she grabbed his cock and thrust him inside of her. He grabbed her tits and gave them a good firm squeeze. He was fucking her so hard he was like a bucking bronco. In response, she flipped around and was on top of him doing the reverse cowgirl. Believe me; she handled that bronco like a champ. She finished him off by jacking him off and then sucking him dry. Then she booted him off stage still naked and picked the next leading man.

This time she picked a local man that was probably in his 50’s named Arnoldo. She lay down on the blanket and he quickly joined her. This time, he lay on his back and let her undress him. She stripped him down to his black knee high socks and bright red thong underwear. Then he pulled her on top of him and he moved her up so that he could eat her pussy. He put on just as good as a show as Pete did. Not only was he munching down and tonguing her clit like a pro, he was also fingering her ass and she actually had an organism riding his mustached face. He began grabbing her tits and forcing her down so he could kiss her. Then all of a sudden, unexpectedly, she flipped around with his legs between hers. She grabbed his ankles and slowly lowered herself down and eased his cock into her more than ready ass. She slowly bounced up and down with his dick buried into her plump ass. She was moaning with pleasure and her eyes rolled towards the back of her head. She moved back and forth in a slow rocking motion and she also began fingering her clit. The young American who just finished on stage walked over to and stood in front of the porn star. He just stood there for a minute and gently caressed her hair. She continued rocking and fingering herself and then looked up and realized that the young American was there. She used her free hand to grab hold of and free his stiff cock from the boxers. Then she pulled him closer to her and took him in her mouth. She sucked on his throbbing member until she became distracted by another orgasm. The young American began stroking his dick and in a matter of seconds he exploded a huge load on the porn star’s face and tits. She was riding through one final orgasm and barely noticed the fresh cum. The porn star pumped her ass hard and fast and Arnoldo convulsed in a massive orgasm of his own, then the couple shook all over and finally collapsed on the blanket to take a breather. After a minute, the three of them could function and she kissed her two assistants and waved goodbye to the crowd. That was it; unfortunately the show was over. However, I was determined that my night wasn’t ending until I was worn out.

The six of us made our way to the car and all of us were hungry for more. We piled in the little white hatchback that should have been turned in three hours prior and headed down the road. I was a little disappointed that I didn’t have a stiff dick jabbing me but things started looking up when the quiet guy in the group, named Vinnie, began stroking my hair. He was so gentle about it I started to relax. Then he did it. He firmly ran his fingers up my neck and grabbed a handful of hair. He gave it a nice tug and in an instant I was wide awake and let out a little moan. Everyone in the car laughed and the quiet guy tugging my hair pulled back enough so I could look at him. He was smiling and promised to finish what he had just started when we got back to the dorm. We all arrived back to base a half hour later and I was fully aroused and ready to fuck.

Finding a way up to the condemned third floor of the dorm was the only place that we would have some privacy. We knew that getting both of us up there without being noticed was going to require a decoy. The first floor was for females only, the second floor is where the males slept, and the third floor was condemned. The fact that there was a dorm guard didn’t help us much. Rodney helped us out one last time that night when he came up with a story to get the guard away from the desk. Up the stairs we ran. When we made it to the third floor it instantly became obvious why that floor had been condemned. We found the cleanest room available and a old wooden chair from another room. That would do just fine for what we were there to do. I sat him down on the chair after removing his shirt and pants. I was pleasantly surprised to see that he was much buffer than what I had imagined. I straddled him and unbuttoned my shirt while kissing him passionately. I was half way done with unbuttoning my shirt when he grew impatient and forcefully ripped the rest of the shirt open; popping three buttons as he did it. With two fingers he effortlessly undid my bra and just like that I was topless.

He growled, “Stand up and take your clothes off now.”

I obediently stood up and unbuttoned my pants. Vinnie twirled me around and stripped me down. He rubbed my ass and spanked me hard with a unyielding hand. It hurt and there was a stinging sensation that followed. He did it again but this time it was harder. I had never been spanked before but I liked it.

“Again!” I begged.

And he complied. Vinnie stood up behind me and continued to rub my ass. He ran his hand up my neck again and grabbed another handful of hair and gave it a tug just like in the car. While holding my hair and pulling on it, he spanked me again even harder. His cock was hard now and rubbing against my ass.

Still holding on to my hair, he softly whispered in my ear, “What do you want from me?” Then he spanked me again even harder this time. If it wasn’t for the blaring stereo on the second floor we would have been found out because the spankings were so loud. Vinnie reached his free hand around and began rubbing my clit. His breathing increased as mine did. I put one foot on the seat of the chair and reached behind me, guiding his cock into my pussy while backing up to him to get him all the way inside me. He grabbed my hair again and pulled his dick out so the just the tip was inside me.

“Is this what you want?” he asked again. I could feel the blood rushing to my throbbing pussy. I backed up and he thrust himself all the way into me. I moaned in pleasure. He pulled out again almost completely out and teased me again with just the tip of his cock. Vinnie then made me kneel on my knees in the chair and bent me over the back of the chair. I arched my back and braced myself for anything he might do to me. He spanked me again and then a second time.

“Yes,” I moaned.

“You like that?” he asked, “You want my dick don’t you bitch?”

I quickly insisted, “Yes, I want you inside me. I want you to fuck me!”

Vinnie was smiling a crooked little smile as he stood in front of me. He moved my hair out of my face and pushed my head downwards, forcing his huge cock into my mouth. It happened so quick I gagged and pulled back. “Suck my dick! Suck my entire dick and I might fuck you with it”, he stated. I deep throated him for about five minutes when he allowed me come up for air. He looked down at me and smiled, asking “Are you sure you are really ready for my cock now?”

I smiled back. He walked behind me and rubbed my ass in a familiar manner. I inched back in anticipation and he was inside me briefly and then he pulled out yet again. He was doing it again, teasing me. He slid the head of his penis inside me again and this time I stood up in front of him and he finally gave me what I wanted. He walked me across the room squeezing my tits with his dick still inside me and pushed me against the wall hard. Vinnie bent me over a little forcing my ass up so he could get deeper. He was finally balls deep inside me. His right hand moved to my clit and began massaging me. He pumped with such force, I had to push my hands against the wall to keep from toppling over. Then it happened. His cock erupted like a volcano spitting out its hot lava and covering my ass with cum. As the first drop of cum landed on my ass, I climaxed from his middle finger as it fingered my clit. It took a moment for us to stop quivering. Ah, the perfect ending to the perfect night! We just laid there on the floor and soaked up the moment for a bit.

Vinnie finally made it down to the first floor and managed to get the dorm guard away from the desk again and I ran into the females showers. I didn’t sleep at all the night from the thoughts that were racing through my head. Plus the fact that I was terrified to return to work and face the guys again. But that was such a small price to pay for the experiences that I had.

Walking in the door at work felt really awkward. When I walked in all of my new best friends were staring at me. There was no sound. You could have heard a pin drop. Then it happened. As soon as I smiled we all erupted in laughter. It really did happen. The night like no other actually took place and we all lived to tell about it. And tell about it we did. The whole shift was spent recalling all the encounters we had the previous night. The six of us couldn’t believe the turn of events that unfolded that sizzling night in Italy. To this day I have never forgotten my night “feeding the bears”. I have never been so turned on in a ten hour period before. I continue to go to strip clubs, but none of them can hold a candle to our night at the “Black and White”.