by Reed James
The redhead.
I went out the side door. Lace was spinning on the pole, holding it only by her legs, her arms outstretched as the crowd cheered and roared. They loved her. They were whistling and hollering, showering her in bills.
“Hey, Spice,” a guy said, patting my rump as I passed his table.
“Hey, babe,” I purred, sauntering by him, not objecting to a little grope.
“Gonna give me a private show?” he asked.
“Can you afford all this?” I asked, winking at him as I shook my hip.
He laughed as I kept going. I had my eyes set on the woman. I ached for her to buy a lap dance. It would be so naughty to enjoy her. I saw my friend, Destinee, heading to the Sweet Room with a customer. I winked at her as I neared that redhead.
The beauty turned her head as I approached, drawing her gaze from Lace's dance. I shuddered as those bright, green eyes fell on me. Her dress hugged her body. Her legs were long, folded tight. She was just gorgeous.
God, Sacramento had some hot women.
“Hey,” I purred as I sauntered up to her table. “Enjoy the show?”
“Goddess, yes,” she moaned, her voice melodic and bright. “You were stirring.”
I smiled at her. “Well, if you liked that, then you should see one of my private dances.”
Her eyebrows arched. “Ooh, you're just going for it, huh? No subtlety.”
“Mmm, why beat around the bush. I felt your eyes on me?” They flicked down to my breasts in my tight crop top, my nipples aching. The tight cloth hugged my tits, the bottom swells unveiled for her appreciation. “You loved my dance.”
“So did all those guys,” she said. “You're not throwing yourself at them. I'm sure they have more money than me.”
“Sugar,” I purred, “you're the hottest person in this room. Why wouldn't I offer it to you, first? I want to have fun, too.” I sat down on her lap, bringing a gasp from her. “Just imagine me wigging and twerking and grinding all over you. I'll show you why I'm called Spice.” I leaned in and nuzzled into her ear. “I make everything nice.”
She shuddered. “How much?”
“Fifty for three songs,” I purred.
“I don't normally pay,” she said. “I just always wondered about strip clubs. Always thought they were so sinful, but... my reverend's wife, well, she's very persuasive.”
Reverend's wife? “That sounds kinky.”
She giggled. “You have no idea. So... Shall we?”
“Sure,” I purred. “Let's go, sugar.”
“Alison,” she said. “Is Spice your real name?”
“It's as real as my hair,” I told her and winked at her.
She laughed as I stood up. I grabbed her hands and pulled her up to her feet. I led her through the club, her hand so warm in mine. I shuddered, my skirt swaying about my rump. I felt her eyes on me. She had the same hunger as a man. She was so intoxicating. There was just something about her.
Something that made me so wet.
I couldn't figure out why. She was a beautiful woman, yes, but I worked with beautiful women every night. I'd never felt my panties melt like this. My pussy was molten. I itched to do such naughty things to her. I wished I could, but not at the club. Maybe... I could arrange a naughty date afterward.
I shivered at that.
I led her to the Sugar Room. She paid the bouncer before going in. He would make sure I got my cut at the end of the night and the club got their “rental” on the space. We headed inside, sliding through another candy cane curtain.
It was dim inside. Intimate. There were small alcoves with plush chairs, places to have privacy. I led her into the nearest one, my heart racing. The music thudded through the club, the song Lace dancing to almost over.
“So...” Alison said, a bright smile on her lips. “How do we do this?”
I sat her down on the seat. “Well, you sit there. Now, you can touch me wherever you want.”
“Oh, really?” she asked. “I thought that went against the rules.”
“For the men,” she said. “It's... relaxed for women. Guys can't touch my tits or pussy, but you can touch me wherever. Just no penetration with your fingers, though.”
“Oh, so I can use something else.”
I looked at her. “Do you got a dildo hidden on you?”
She winked at me.
I shuddered as the new song started up. I swayed before her, dancing, twerking. Her eyes were glossy as she stared at me. Her eyes rippled up and down my body, my breasts bouncing and shaking in my top. I planted my right foot on the armrest of the chair, my hips swaying and my thong flashing as I danced.
She licked her lips. Her hands stroked my legs. I groaned as she caressed my silky skin. Heat rippled up me as she squirmed on the seat. Her touch was delicious. I shuddered, my pussy growing hotter and hotter.
She leaned in and inhaled. Her nose twitched. Her smile grew. She let out a purring sound. My sweet musk wreathed the air around us. I was so wet. My juices soaked through me. I groaned as my heart pounded in my chest.
Her hands went higher and higher. I shuddered as she reached for my pussy. This woman was going to touch me. She was about to do naughty things to me in the VIP room. I licked my lips, my heart pounding.
I spun around, shaking my ass at her. My skirt flared. Her hands shot under my skirt with such boldness. She kneaded my rump, pressing my butt-cheeks around my thong. Her fingers bit into my plump flesh. I shuddered, my breasts jiggling.
“Mmm, that is a nice ass,” she groaned. “Ooh, you're making my clit want to sprout.”
“Sprout?” I asked. “Never heard that one. I bet you're just so wet.”
“If I was wearing panties, they'd be soaked,” she purred, her fingers kneading my rump.
I wiggled my hips, pressing my ass back into her hands. Her fingers were naughty. They slipped into my butt-crack, finding my thong. She hooked her finger beneath the thin cloth and slid down the strap, her knuckle caressing my skin. I shuddered when she brushed my sphincter. She crossed my taint and rubbed into the hot folds of my pussy.
I whimpered as her knuckle caressed my pussy folds, not quite penetrating me. She hooked my thong to the side, caressing me as I danced. I moaned, pleasure shuddering through me. My juices must be soaking her hand. My sweet musk swelled.
I squeezed my breasts as I wiggled my hips. She groaned, her other hand flipping up my skirt. Her lips kissed at my hot rump. I shuddered. She wasn't thinking of doing that right here. She was so naughty. I bit my lip as her hot lips kissed across my rump, moving lower, nuzzling toward my crack.
My pussy.
I leaned over more, almost thrusting my cunt into her face. Her tongue licked at my skin. She reached where my rump swelled into my thigh, kissing there. She moved closer. My legs spread farther apart, my hips wiggling.
With her fingers holding my thong to the side, nothing stopped her from pressing her lips right into my snatch. I shuddered as her tongue danced through my folds. She caressed me, teased me. She wiggled into my depths, penetrating me.
It wasn't her finger she pushed in me.
“Oh, Alison, you're a wild one,” I gasped, getting eaten out by a near stranger.
“Us futas are just naughty that way.”
“Futa?” I asked as her tongue brushed my clit, circling around my bud.
“Mmm, yes,” she purred. She sucked on my clit. My pussy clenched as her nose nuzzled into my folds. Then she flicked up. “You're going to have a wild time.”
I shuddered as her tongue caressed my folds, teasing me. My excitement at dancing, at lusting after this woman, shot through me. My orgasm swelled so fast. My eyes fluttered. I squeezed my breasts through my crop top, wiggling my hips back and forth. I twisted my nipples, tweaking them through the cloth.
Pleasure rippled through me. I groaned, my passion screaming through me. Her tongue fluttered faster. She jammed it into me, licking, lapping. Her tongue was amazing. She teased me. A woman knew how to eat a woman.
Gentle.
Feminine.
Delicious.
My head tossed back, my pigtails swaying. My orgasm swelled in me. This amazing heat I couldn't contain. I whimpered. A dizzying wave of passion washed through my body as her tongue fucked in and out of my pussy. The stimulation crested in me.
I came.
“Alison!” I howled as my pussy convulsed around her tongue.
I felt my juices pouring out of me. She purred her delight, eating me, licking me, devouring me. I groaned at the feel of her drinking me. The pleasure rippled through me. I tugged on my nipple as the rapture burst through me.
Stars exploded across my vision. I swayed. My legs quivered. I grew dizzy. I whimpered and moaned as her tongue licked and lapped, sending new waves of bliss through me. She stimulated me, teased me, drove me wild.
Wonderful passion spilled through me. I couldn't believe this was happening. My heart pounded in my chest. My toes curled and relaxed. I licked my lips as my heart beat faster and faster in me. This wicked heat rippled through my body, flowing from my cunt.
“Damn,” I moaned, growing unsteady as my orgasm peaked. “Alison, you're wild.”
“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?”
I gasped, bolting to my feet, the shaft ripping out of my pussy. I spun around, my breasts heaving in my crop top, my nipples about to spill out. I shuddered and groaned, my body on fire. Juices spilled down my thighs as I stared down at her crotch.
At the massive dick thrusting up from her pubic hair. I could see the folds of her pussy wrapped about the base. Her cock was thick and long, twitching with her heartbeat. It was coated in my juices, gleaming with my cream.
“What the fuck?” I gasped, my cunt clenching in memory of that big shaft filling me. I couldn't believe that she had this massive thing. “You have a cock!”
“I'm a futa,” she said. “My reverend's wife was naughty. She really made church exciting.”
“But... but... you have a cock!” I shook my head. “That wasn't there when I started. You didn't have that massive thing hiding in your skirt.” The room spun around me. I struggled to breathe as I stared at it.
“I'm a futa. My clit is special.” She giggled. “I told you, you made my clit want to sprout.”
I nodded my head, hardly registering what she said. This was just so... so... She had a dick. She had a big, huge cock thrusting from her pussy. It was massive. It made me shiver. I wanted to... to...
I fell to my knees. I pushed her thighs apart as I stared at her cock in awe. I leaned in, inhaling her sweet musk, a scent not dissimilar to my own. I groaned, this hunger spilling through me. My hips wiggled back and forth, my juices spilling down my thighs.
She had both. Pussy and a dick.
“Incredible!” I gasped and then I darted my head in. I licked at her pussy, her drenched pubic hair rubbing on my cheeks. My tongue ran up her folds. I caressed her. I enjoyed the feel of her. I flicked and fluttered my tongue through her hot delight, gathering her spicy juices while her dick throbbed against my forehead.
She had a cock. And a pussy.
I thrust my tongue deep into her snatch. I swirled it around in her, dancing it around through her delicious snatch. She whimpered. Her back arched as she squirmed in the chair. Her dick throbbed against me.
This was a real pussy. And her cock...
My tongue flicked up through her folds to the base. Then I was licking up it, the sweet flavor changed slightly as I climbed it, the flavor of pussy becoming a little stronger. I was tasting my own cunt adorning her clit-dick. I climbed it as she purred in delight, staring down at me with those hungry, green eyes.
I reached the tip of her dick. I swirled around it. I gasped and moaned, my tongue dancing. It was incredible as I swirled across her spongy crown, licking up my own cream from her. I shuddered, my tits throbbing as she purred in delight.
“Mmm, yes, yes, that's it,” she moaned. “Ooh, Spice, you're right, you do make everything nice.”
I shuddered at her words as my lips slid around the tip of her futa-cock. This was insane. Incredible. I loved it. My lips slid lower and lower down her girl-dick. It twitched and throbbed in my mouth. My sweet flavor burst to life across my taste buds, setting my snatch on fire.
Why did I bolt? I should have just kept riding this amazing cock.
Her hands grabbed my pigtails. She gripped them as I bobbed up and down her bit shaft. Her hips twitched from side to side. Her dick pulsed with the beat of her heart. Her salty precum mixed with my sweet cream, coating my lips and tongue. She shuddered, her back rubbing into the chair.
“Ooh, yes, yes,” she moaned. “That's nice. You're just such a wicked thing, Spice.”
My eyes squeezed shut. My pussy clenched. I bobbed my head, working my mouth up and down her cock as she gripped my pigtails. I heard her moans, the groans of the chair as she squirmed. They rose over the sounds of the music thudding through the club.
I was blowing a woman. A chick with a huge dick.
My lips could just barely wrap around her girth. It was incredible to experience. A wild delight. My tongue darted and danced around her cock. I sucked. I slurped. I loved her with all my might. My cheeks hollowed as she quivered.
Her passion echoed through the room. She whimpered. Her futa-dick throbbed in my mouth. I shuddered, swirling my tongue around its spongy tip. This was so naughty. My heart beat faster and faster. Hot blood pumped through my veins.
“Oh, Spice, yes!” she moaned and tugged on my pigtails.
I gasped as she forced my mouth off her cock. Her dick plopped out of my lips. I panted, drool running down my chin as I stared up at her flushed face. The redheaded futa grinned at me as I moaned, “Why did you stop me?”
“Why, to spice this up.” She giggled. “I'm sure you've used those titties before.”
I shuddered and nodded. My hands pulled up my crop top as I straightened my back. My breasts bounced out, full and ripe, my pink nipples thrusting hard before me. I leaned forward and piled them around her shaft. I squeezed my boobies around her futa-dick, feeling the warmth of her nestled between my tits.
She whimpered in delight as I rubbed my breasts up and down her cock. My nipples pressed against her stomach, caressing her. I shuddered and whimpered. My hips wiggled back and forth, juices soaking my disarrayed thong.
I wanted this cock in me.
“Ooh, yes, yes, work those titties up and down my cock!” Alison moaned. The futa's green eyes grew glossier as she stared down at me. She licked her plump lips. “I'm going to cum all over them.”
“You can cum?” I whimpered.
She nodded and winked at me.
I rubbed my tits faster. I worked them up and down her breasts. I squeezed them tight about her, stimulating her. She shuddered, her face twisting in pleasure. She tossed her head from side to side, groaning. Her eyes fluttered. She whimpered.
“Spice?” Destinee asked from behind me. “What are you...? ¡Madre de Dios! She's got a cock!”
“She does,” I moaned, throwing a look behind me to see Destinee standing there. She wore a slinky, geisha-like robe that didn't fall past her hips and allowed you to see her crotch clad in a matching, purple thong. The robe molded to her round breasts, her nipples poking hard against the fabric. “A big futa-cock.”
“You shouldn't be doing this, Amanda,” Destinee moaned, using my real name and not my performance one.
“I have to,” I moaned, working my tits faster, my breasts throbbing against Alison's stomach. Tingles shot through me. “Look at how sexy she is.”
My friend let out a purring moan. “Oh, god, she is. Who are you?”
“Someone getting a great titty fuck,” groaned Alison. “Ooh, Spice, yes, yes, keep working those tits. You're going to make me cum.”
My friend moved closer. I could feel her looming over me as I worked my tits up and down that huge dick. It was incredible. I shuddered and whimpered, my big boobs working faster, sliding up and down her amazing girl-cock. My nipples throbbed, ached. Pleasure danced through my body.
I shuddered, my pussy soaking my thong. Alison's face twisted. She shuddered and bucked. Her hands grabbed the armrests. Then she let out a loud gasp. Her cock twitched between my tits as I slid them down.
Hot cum spurted out the tip of her cock.
The pearly delight splashed across my face. I gasped at the sticky feel of her futa-jizz bathing my features. It almost seared me with her passion. Her dick twitched again and more cum fired from her, splattering my features and dripping down on my big breasts.
“Aphrodite, yes!” she moaned, squirming on the chair. “Ooh, yes, yes. These titties! Oh, my Goddess! Oh, yes!”
She sang out her passion as her cock kept erupting. Hot cum landed on my lips. I flicked my tongue out, savoring the salty flavor. I quivered and groaned, squeezing my tits tight around her erupting cock.
Jizz spilled over my breasts. Ropy lines that painted my pillowy mounds. More dripped from my features as it ran hot and thick across my cheeks, chin, and forehead. I felt in my hair. It dribbled down the side of my nose to reach my hungry lips.
“Mierda,” groaned my Latina friend. “Hermafrodita.”
“Oh, yes, yes, that was amazing,” Alison moaned. “Mmm, now I know what you want. You want to come dance on my big futa-pole.”
My eyes widened. My pussy clenched. This wicked heat surged through me. I rose and spun around, my big tits almost smacking Destinee in the face. My Latina friend jumped back. Cum flicked from me, splattering across Destinee's robe.
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