iCarly Porn Story: iGotta Unclothe: chapter 1
“Are you ready to strip diphthong?” Sam asked. Apparently she had the music all ready to go (she was the one setting music).
“Uh, yeah I guess. Let them in.” I answered. She opened the door and they walked in. A few looked exited and the rest just looked normal. They stood in front of the stage that Carly and I built (Sam said, ‘I won the bet so I shouldn’t have to make anything!’), the one I was standing on, getting ready to strip. Sam walked up on the stage, in front of me, and started the show.
“Hello ladies. Here is Freddorito Benson stripping for you all.” Sam announced. Then she whispered to me, “Start when the music does.” then she walked off the stage and a song started. It was the song that always got me all weird feeling, I forgot the name to it but it was very strip sounding. Dang it Sam, you know me too well. I started moving my dick back and forth and repeated that many times. Then I pulled off my jacket and threw it to the side, one girl made a little squeal. While still moving back and forth I loosened and pulled off my tie. The girl whho squealed before said excitedly, “Take it off!” Sam rolled her eyes at her. I wanted to too but I resisted, then I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and slowly slid it off. The girl and (surprisingly) some other girls too gasped/sighed when I took it off.
“You like that ladies?” I said and slipped off my belt and tossed it over where my shirt, tie and jacket were. They seemed to like that too.
“You like that too? Then you’ll like this a lot!”I said then unbuttoned my pants then unzipped them. They gasped and I slid down my pants, and then threw them to one of the girls. I continued to move back and forth, they seemed to like it more than they did before. Even Sam was seemed to like it, since she was staring at my ‘junk’. Wait, Sam is staring at my ‘junk’? That’s really weird.
I turned around putting my rear toward the audience and moving back and forth. Most of the girls kept yelling, “Take it off! Take it off!” I was glad they wanted me to, instead of being disgusted. I slipped the back off just enough to reveal some of my butt, and then I pulled it back up and kept on doing it. The girls really liked that. So I slid it off enough that all of my butt was showing and then moved my butt around in circles. They went crazy about that. I pulled my underwear back up and turned around so I was facing them now. I slid off my underwear and the girls squealed and screamed. I swung my underwear around like a lasso then threw it to the audience. They all stared at my ‘junk’ in admiration. Even Sam did, and she didn’t look disgusted, she looked sort of surprised.
I moved back and forth again and my ‘junk’ swung along. I turned around and pretended to pick something up, revealing my bare butt. I felt a hand squeezing my butt cheek; apparently one girl had reached up and was squeezing my butt. I quick turned around and shook a finger at her and said, “It’s rude to touch a butt check without touching both of them!” I said flirtatiously and the girl squealed as I turned around and she squeezed both of my butt cheeks and most of the others did too. I took a glance at Sam, and she looked sort of jealous. Why would she be jealous? The girls seemed to be enjoying themselves when Sam suddenly came onstage, stepped between my butt and the girls’ hands and said,
“All right the show is over now, and please return his pants and underwear to him before you leave! Goodbye!” She looked quite annoyed. Then a girl walked up to me, handed me my pants and underwear and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. Then she walked out of the studio as well as the rest of the girls.
I slipped on my underwear and pants along with my dress shirt and asked Sam, “Why’d you stop it so suddenly?”
She just said, “Well you didn’t want to do this before, and the point of it was to embarrass you not let you have a good time!” then she walked out of the studio. Meanwhile Carly was just standing there looking slightly dumbfounded. “Like it much?” I asked.
She seemed to snap out of her trance-like look and said, “No I was just surprised that you were…so good at stripping. Have you done it before?”
“No. I guess the music took control over me.” I said sheepishly.
“Oh, well…um, do you want to go to the groovy Smoothie with me?”
“Yeah, sure!” I told her.
“Don’t you need to tell your mom?” She asked confusedly.
“No, she’s at another aggressive parenting conference in Fresno so I have the house to myself the next 2 days!” I told her proudly.
“You lucky stripper!” She giggled, and then added, “Well, let’s go!” and we headed out of the apartment. Today was a pretty good day.