Exotic Futa Dancers Collection

by Reed James

  Exotic Futa Dancers Collection

  (Three stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Copyright © 2019 by Reed James

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  Table of Contents

  Exotic Futa Dancers Collection

  Naughty Excerpt from “Exotic Futa Dancers Collection”

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Dancing for the Futa Beauty

  Dancing for the Futa Beauty

  Futa-Dancers' Naughty Show

  Futa-Dancers' Naughty Show

  Futa's Gender-Swapping Performance

  Futa's Gender-Swapping Performance

  Naughty Excerpt from “Exotic Futa Dancers Collection”

  “Oh, you have no idea,” she said, her hand pulling on my hip.

  She lowered me to her lap. I didn't fight her. I sat down on her lap. I needed to settle myself as the room swayed. I lowered myself and—

  Something hard pressed against the lips of my pussy. As I sat down, something filled me. Penetrated me. A massive shaft. It felt like a huge dick. I groaned, my eyes widening. My back arched as it filled my pussy.

  It was bigger than any cock I'd taken. I gasped at how wide my twat was stretched open. I shuddered, my heart racing. I whimpered, my pussy squeezing and relaxing. I savored the excitement of this for a moment, my pussy clenching down on what had to be a sex toy.

  Only it didn't feel like a rubbery dildo. Not a plastic cock or even a metal shaft. It throbbed and twitched the way a man's cock would

  “What the fuck?”

  To find out what happens next, read on!

  Stories of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe

  Futa Cupid's Valentine Mistake Collection

  Naughty Futa Video Collection

  Studying the Futa Phenomena Collection

  Futa's Naughty Christmas Gift Collection

  Futa Soldier's Naughty Mission Collection

  Futa's Harem Adventure Collection

  Naughty Futa Gift Collection

  Futa's Empty Heart Collection

  Dancing for the Futa Beauty

  Exotic Futa Dancers 1

  (A story of the Aphrodite Sisterhood Universe)

  by

  Reed James

  Dancing for the Futa Beauty

  “When they made our next dancer, they left out the sugar and everything else nice. Give it up foooor Spice!” the DJ crooned.

  The music exploded as I thrust through the red-and-white-striped curtains onto the stage, my pink and white tartan skirt swirling about my thighs. My large breasts jiggled in my white blouse tied closed to constrain my bountiful tits. My pink, heeled boots thudded on the polished surface of the stage as I strutted out to the whoops and hollers of the men.

  Candy Cane Delight was packed tonight.

  My hips swayed to the music. My dyed-red hair swayed about my shoulders, gathered in two different set of pigtails. I grinned at the men crowding around the stage that thrust into the heart of the crowd, the stripper pole at the far end. The music spilled around me, building towards that lovely crescendo.

  It was the perfect stripping music. Wild. Powerful. Passionate.

  My skirt barely covered my ass. It swirled and swayed, flashing the bottom slopes of my perky rump. My toned legs strutted as I reached the pole, leaning against it. I thrust my arms above my head, my large breasts jiggling in my top. My midriff was on display as I wiggled my hips, rubbing my rump into the pole.

  I grinned at them, my eyes flashing across the room as they cheered me on. I loved it. All this attention. All these men staring at me, lusting for me. I kicked my right leg up in the air, as limber as I was when I was a cheerleader. My skirt flared for a moment as I flashed the pink thong I wore, the cloth clinging to my shaved pussy.

  The men were a blur of faces, all different and yet all the same. Their lust burned in their eyes. Some held fistful of dollars, others drinks, and others both. The men watching at the tables were more composed, but they still stared with interest if they weren't distracted by one of my fellow dancers working the floor.

  My friend Martina (Destinee when performing), sat down on a businessman lap. The black-haired, Latina beauty rubbed her rump into his crotch as she played with his tie. She was whispering in his ear, trying to get him to go to the Sweet Delight Room, the club's VIP spot. Lap dances were one of the ways the club made money.

  It was our job to get them buying drinks and lap dances.

  I smiled at her as she did her thing than I pushed off from the pole as the song grew more intense. My hips swayed as I danced. I spun, my skirt flaring up to flash my rump, my thong buried in between my bubbly rump. My pussy grew hotter as I felt those eyes on me, lusting for me.

  “Shake that ass!”

  “Come park that rump right here on my lap!”

  “I could eat that sweet ass all night!” | “Let's see those big titties!”

  “Just plant that pussy on my face!”

  “Spice! Spice! I love you!”

  “Goddamn, you are one fine bitch!”

  They're words spilled of off me as they said those nasty things to me, shaking their dollar bills. I gave them flirty smiles, leaning over to shake my tits to the guys on the right side of the stage, wiggling my rump at the guys on the left. My hips popped from side to side, my skirt swaying. My thighs flexed as I humped the air.

  They cheered louder. The first dollar bills flew on stage, showering me. I loved it, the bills spilling around my feet as the horny men groaned. I sauntered around the stage. Some reached out and shoved the singles into the top of my heeled boots or into the lacy garter around my right side. I shuddered at their touch, feeling the crisp bills against my flesh.

  I whirled around, the song building and building. My pigtails whirled and—

  I almost halted my dance in shock at the woman sitting at the table just behind the crowd of men. It wasn't uncommon for women to come to the club, but usually with guys. They were girlfriends, sometimes even wives, wanting to show they were fun and adventurous. They would drink, laugh, sometimes giggle as they received lap dances from me while their men watched.

  They weren't really into it. They were just playing, having some harmless fun. They would touch me, even kiss me, but they didn't lust after me. Not the way men did. I couldn't ever remember a woman coming by herself.

  But this redhead was here all alone.

  It was almost like the club's spotlights landed on her. She almost glowed, her red hair—a natural shade and not my dyed candy-red—fell in lustrous waves around a face staring at me with the same lust. She wore a green dress that hugged her breasts, a pair of perky tits, nipples clearly st
raining the front. She sipped at her cocktail, her green eyes smoldering as they stared at me.

  This woman wanted me.

  Badly.

  It was only my practice that kept my body shaking. My hands slid up my stomach as I went through my routine. I shuddered at her, my hips wiggling. I found the knot holding my tied-off blouse closed. I tugged on the tails as the guys cheered.

  The woman smiled.

  Her tongue flicked over her lips as she leaned closer.

  When I ripped my white blouse open and bared my naked breasts, it was for her alone. All the shouts of the men washed over me as this sexy woman ogled me. My back arched, my big boobs bouncing before me, pillowy, soft, and all natural.

  I was blessed with big tits. I loved them.

  She squirmed in her chair, and I knew she was pressing her thighs together the way women did when they were turned on. Her clit must be aching the way mine now throbbed. My juices soaked my thong. This woman was gorgeous.

  Sexy.

  No woman alive could be more beautiful. I'd made love to women, had while times with them, but it was just for fun. Not what I craved. Not until this moment. I wanted this woman. I would do things to her. Love her.

  I groaned as I shoved my blouse off my shoulders. I lifted the cloth over my head, going through my routine. I swung it like a lasso while my hips cocked from side to side. The men cheered louder now that my tits were out, bouncing and heaving.

  My first song ended as I threw my blouse down at me. The second song came on its heels, starting softer, a lull now that my tits were out. I stalked to the end of the stage, forcing myself to look away from the redhead.

  But I felt her eyes on me. Lusting for me.

  I shuddered as she caressed me with them. She stroked me. Her eyes raked across me. I groaned as I felt her gaze on me. I reached the pole, hugging it. My boobs slid on either side of the greased metal. I jumped, hooking my right leg around the pole, gripping it. I hugged it, slowly sliding down it, grinding on it like it was my lover.

  The men whooped. Cheered.

  The woman smiled.

  I leaned back, gripping the pole with both hands. I cocked my hips and spun around the pole. My breasts heaved. I released my left hand, throwing it out, imparting more momentum to my spin. My tits bounced as I climbed the pole while spinning, using my legs.

  It was an art to dance the pole. To love it.

  Dollar bills rained down on it, my skirt flaring, teasing them while my breasts heaved. I reached higher up the pole, hugging it again. The greased metal rubbed against the inner slopes of my breasts.

  My thighs hugging the pole tighter than a lover and the music building to its crescendo, I leaned back. Both my hands released it. Only my legs held me as I bent myself, my breasts swaying as I bent backward, upside down, my skirt falling up, revealing my thong to them.

  I spun, my pigtails flying.

  “Goddamn!”

  “Spice, you're fucking amazing!”

  “Come smother me in those titties!”

  “A hundred to suck on those fat nipples!”

  “Sit on my face! I'll give you such a wild time!”

  “Do you taste like spice?”

  “You're fucking hot! Those titties! God fucking damn!”

  “Come sit on my dick! It's massive!”

  I arched my back, rising up to hug the pole again. Then I slid down it as the song hits its chorus. I spun away from the pole, dancing in fast circles while my skirt flared. My hips wiggling back and forth, my breasts swaying.

  I caught the woman's eyes as more singles rained across the stage.

  She had a huge smile on her lips. She lifted her drink to me, her red hair swirling around her shoulders.

  I winked at her, my hips cocking. My hands slid up my thighs, caressing them like I would a lover. My hips wiggled, skirt swaying. I climbed higher and higher, the touch of my fingers on my body sending ripples of heat through my flesh.

  I whimpered and moaned, allowing this sexual delight to cross my face. My pussy burned, wetter than normal. My thong felt soaked. I breathed in; caught a whiff of my sweet pussy. I had sugar in me, but a hell of a lot of spice.

  My hands vanished beneath my skirt.

  “Finger that cooch!” cheered a guy brandishing a fistful of dollars.

  “Let's see that puss!”

  “You got to sit on my cock! I have a big pole for you to dance on!”

  “Those titties! Hot damn, those titties!”

  “Spice! You gotta marry me!”

  I shuddered at their words as my hands vanished beneath my skirt. My pussy ached as I climbed higher and higher up my thigh, wishing it was the woman's hands touching me. Her breasts jiggled in her green dress. It had a square neckline and no shoulder straps, the cloth just hanging onto her hard nipples to keep from flashing those breasts.

  I found the ties to my thong. Like a bikini, there were knots on both my hips. I tugged them.

  With a flourish, I ripped my thong out from beneath my skirt. I dangled the pink scrap in my hands, my naked tits heaving. I spun away, my skirt flaring up, flashing my shaved pussy to the crowd for that brief moment.

  They groaned. Cheered. Moaned.

  I dropped my thong on the stage then strutted around it, my pigtails swaying, the silky ends touching my shoulders. I was such a naughty schoolgirl stripper. My hips swayed, my rump wiggling beneath my skirt. I felt so wild and naughty. My pussy juices dripped down my thighs.

  Guys reached out, touching my legs as they shoved dollar bills into my garter. Into the tops of my boots. I shuddered at the crisp caress of the bills while the woman's eyes tracked me. My big boobs bounced and jiggled. They caressed me. I shuddered, feeling so wicked and naughty.

  My boots squeaked on the stage as I spun around. My pussy felt so juicy. Cream ran down my thighs as my hips wiggled, my skirt flaring. I bent over, twerking my rump, flashing my ass and cunt at the guys on the right side.

  “That puss!”

  “Goddamn, that's a tight cunt!”

  “How's a stripper got a pussy that fucking nice!”

  “Let me buy you a dance! I'll tear that cunt up!”

  “Let me just eat that cunt!”

  I gasped as one guy shoved a dollar bill into the folds of my pussy. I shuddered at the naughty thrill, standing up, my juices soaking the single. I pulled it out and sniffed my sweet cream. The woman watching licked her lips.

  I wanted her to eat me.

  I groaned and shuddered in delight at the passion building in me.

  My third song started and I pranced around the stage. My skirt billowed and swayed. The dollar bills tucked in my boot tops and garter belt caressed my toned legs. I spun, flaring my skirt. I did high kicks, flashing my wet, shaved pussy.

  The woman's eyes raked in the sight of my cunt. She licked her lips and squirmed. My heart pounded. She was so sexy. Just a goddess. Her eyes smoldered as I spun around. I pressed against the pole, aiming my rump right at her.

  The guys cheered as I popped my hips, bouncing my skirt. My pussy and ass flashed at them. My juicy twat. More and more dollar bills spilled across the stage. The horny men groaned in delight. They stared at me with such lust, all wanting to feast on me.

  I spun around the pole.

  I sauntered the stage.

  I strutted. Spun. Danced. I flashed tits and cunt. I shook my big boobies over their heads. I loved them all and didn't care about a single one of them. Not with that woman. Who was she? Why did she turn me on so much? I wanted to crawl beneath her table and lick her pussy.

  I would eat her out. Devour every drop of her.

  I would feast on her. I could drink her juices from her snatch. I would flutter my tongue through her folds. I groaned as I did my final spin, the song hitting the end. I grasped my hands behind my back, striking a coquettish, slutty pose.

  The naughtiest schoolgirl in the world, my tartan skirt settling about my rump.

  “And that was our naughty Spice!” the DJ bo
omed. “Let's shower her in the moolah for that hot dance!”

  “Love you spice!”

  “Have my babies!”

  “Just suck my dick!”

  “I'm so fucking hard!”

  “Spice, you're a goddess!”

  “Shit, that was hot!”

  I smiled at them even as I kept glancing at the woman. She sipped her drink again, her eyes smoldering. She squirmed more. I knew she was hot and delicious. I collected my clothing and bills, my heart thudding in my chest. She was so sexy.

  I blew a final kiss in her direction then sauntered off the stage to the red-and-white-stripped curtains. I passed through it and entered the brightly lit backstage. I blinked against it, shivering as a dancer who went by Lace but was really named Ursula, stood ready. She wore a sailor-type outfit with lacy, thigh-high stockings and heels, her dyed-blonde hair falling down to her shoulders.

  “Wild crowd tonight,” she said, nodding her head.

  “I got them all hard for you,” I said, my heart pumping excitement through my veins.

  “Mmm, fun,” purred Lace.

  “She's soft and silky and will make your dicks hard!” the DJ crooned. “Let's give it up fooooor Lace!”

  Lace sauntered by me, the guys cheering for her as loud as me. I shuddered and headed to my dressing table. I slipped my tips into my locked drawer than panted. I stared at my flushed face, my cheeks burning. My thighs were sticky with my cream. My nipples thrust hard, twin fat nubs begging to be played with.

  I tweaked one, shuddering.

  I touched up my makeup with skill then peeled out of my pink skirt. I pulled out another schoolgirl outfit, I was in that mood, and went with a flirty, cherry-red and black plaid skirt. For the blouse, I went with a tight, white crop top that hugged my breasts. It was so short it showed off the bottom slopes of my big tits, my nipples pressing tight, the pink of my nubs and areolas bleeding through the fabric. I grabbed another thong, this one black, and pulled it up to my thighs. I seated it against my juicy snatch.

  I shuddered and stood. It was time to work the crowd.