by Reed James
“Eat that twat!” shouted from the crowd.
“Just devour that cunt!”
“Give that slut a naughty checkup!”
“Give me a checkup! My dick's hurting!”
“Show us those tits! Come on, Spice! I love you!”
“Suck on Spice's tits, Destinee!”
Destinee reached the stripper pole. She grabbed it and spun around it. Her legs writhed around it, her skirt flaring. Her panties clung to her rump, layers of white ruffles flaring on her naughty lingerie. Her hair swung around her as she hugged the pole.
I stopped before her, my hips swaying, my hands sliding up my body to my big breasts. I squeezed and kneaded my tits through my top, the music pulsing through the club. My pussy grew hotter and hotter, soaking my crotchless panties.
My clit pulsed. Throbbed. Ached to grow.
I tweaked my nipples as Destinee hugged the pole. Her breasts pressed into the pole, rubbing against it. Then she threw her right arm wide, holding on with her left hand, her leg wrapped around the pole. She swung out, her right leg kicking up, flashing her crotchless panties at everyone.
You could see her pink pussy lips through the gap in the cloth, flesh glistening. I groaned, aching, wanting to do such naughty things to her while everyone watched. I moaned, my tongue licking across my lips as I squeezed my big breasts.
“Eat that cunt, Spice!” roared from the crowd.
“Goddamn, look at her twirl!”
“That cunt! I want to eat that cunt!”
“Sit on my face! I'll give you a mustache ride, Destinee!”
“You are one hot, Latina slut!”
“Spice, Spice! I got a big dick for you to dance on!”
I shuddered at these horny men thinking we'd ever touch them. We were futas now. Aphrodite had changed us. I only wanted women. Men were disgusting, but I was more than willing to turn them on. To dance for them.
To receive their money.
Singles rained on the stage as Destinee swung around the pole. She bent her body, holding it with only her thighs, her breasts heaving as she leaned out backward. I shuddered. My hands dug into my breasts as I watched. I knew her crotchless panties rubbed against the pole, coating it in her pussy juices.
Then she slowed her spin and dismounted. She stopped before me, her breasts heaving in her top.
I grabbed the central knot of her blouse. I tugged on the tie. It whisked. The crowd groaned as her round breasts sprang out. A tattoo of a black heart with a teardrop of blood falling from it adorned her left tit. Her brown nipples thrust hard. She threw back her head, her arms pointed straight down as her blouse fell down them.
It fluttered to the stage.
I grabbed her breasts, squeezing them. Examining them. The crowd broke into cheers and whoops as my pale fingers dug into her golden-brown flesh. I kneaded her tits. I massaged them. My thumbs swept across her nipples, caressing her.
She whimpered and groaned. “Spice!” she moaned. “Oh, my clit is on fire.”
“I know,” I panted, our voices almost drowned out by the cheers and the music. “I want to just let it sprout.”
“Mmm, just examine my titties. We're going to melt those men.”
I twisted her nipples. Her head threw back her head. Her silky hair flowed around shoulders. I tweaked them. She groaned. Her nubs felt so naughty between my fingers. Her perky breasts jiggled as I played with them.
My own nipples throbbed. She thrust her arms over her head. She wiggled her hips back and forth as her fingers curled above her. I massaged her, examining those delicious breasts. I licked my lips then leaned forward. I thrust my tongue out before me. I brushed the tip of her nub with it.
The watching guys groaned.
I swirled my tongue around her hard nipple. I caressed her. My juices soaked my crotchless panties. I groaned. She squeaked as I sucked on her. I nibbled on her nipple. I shuddered as she wiggled her hips. I sucked on her.
“Spice!” she whimpered. “My clit... Oh, damn, my clit.”
“Suck those titties!” groaned from the crowd.
“Goddamn, you both are hot!”
“Whip out your tatas, Spice!”
“Eat her cunt!”
“Suck my cock!”
I shuddered at their naughty shouts as I loved her. I swirled my tongue around her. I sucked on her nub. She whimpered. Her fingers curled. I shuddered as I played with her. I kissed over to her other breast, licking her tattoo. I sucked on her flesh, loving the taste of her. She had this salty flavor mixed with the tangerine of her lotion.
My pussy clenched. My juices flowed. My clit throbbed and ached. I sucked hard on her. My cheeks hollowed, my lips sealing tight about her nipple. My hips wiggled back and forth. My miniskirt clung to my hips. I felt all those eyes watching us.
All those horny guys wanting to touch us.
But they couldn't.
Naughty boys just had to watch us have fun. My clit throbbed at that thought. My mouth popped off. I shuddered, thrusting my arms up into the air. Destinee spun around. She twerked her ass at me, her skirt flaring, her panties flashing at me for a moment.
Then she spun around again, her breasts heaving and her feathery hair fluttering around her face. She thrust her hands at my tits. She squeezed my top, massing across my big tits. Her thumbs ran across the red crosses covering my nipples. I shuddered and groaned as delight spilled through me. I whimpered and groaned as sensations reached my pussy.
My cunt burned. My clit throbbed. This was the naughtiest thing. She thrust my top up. I threw my arms up into the air. She peeled it off. Her large breasts jiggled and heaved. My soft, pillowy tits bounced before her, full of that perkiness.
She pulled my top over my head, my hair spilling down my shoulder. There was a naughty glint in my friend's eyes. She threw my top to the ground and pressed her breasts against mine. Our nipples kissed, my pink nubs against her brown.
Pleasure shot through me.
“Damn,” I groaned. “Aphrodite, that feels good.”
“Mmm, I know,” she moaned, rubbing her tits back and forth. Tingles raced through me. They shot down to my pussy. My cunt grew hotter. My clit drank it in.
The crowd roared.
Clapped.
Lusted.
Dollar bills rained around us as we danced. Her breasts felt firm against my softer mounds. We thrust our arms above our heads, our hips wiggling back and forth. Her skin felt so silky. Her nipples hard, kissing my own.
Sparks flew.
My fingers curled and twitched. The pleasure shot down to my cunt. I breathed in, smelling our musk. My sweet cream and my friend's tangy delight. It tickled my nose. I shuddered, my hunger building and building.
I stepped back from her, my breasts shaking. Then my fingers attacked her skirt. I grabbed the hem and pulled. The Velcro keeping it snug close ripped free. I yanked the skirt off of her. She spun on her heels, her breasts heaving. The ruffles covering her ass flexed.
She sank down onto the floor for a moment. Her legs kicked wide, flashing her crotchless panties at the crowd. They saw her pussy. Her hard clit peeking out of her folds. She closed them again and popped back to her feet in a flash.
I grinned as I held up her skirt.
“Take yours off, Spice!”
“Rip off Destinee's panties!”
“Put that pussy in my face! I'll take care of you, Destinee!”
“Spice! Spice!”
“Eat each other!”
Their lust spilled over me. I shuddered and groaned as my friend had such a naughty glint on her eyes. She grabbed my miniskirt. She played with the hem of my skirt. She licked her lips. And then she ripped it off, the Velcro tearing apart.
She threw it down, exposing my red panties, the same ruffles covering my rump. I shuddered as she sauntered away from me, her ass swaying and swishing. I groaned. My heart pounded in my chest. It pumped excitement through me.
She reached the stripper pole. She leaned against it, legs spre
ad. Her crotchless panties parted. I could see that delicious pussy beckoning. Her clit was hard. I strutted to her, my fishnet stockings swishing together. I shuddered in delight.
I fell down to my knees. My big breasts heaved. I grabbed her thighs. I caressed her, teased her, and slid my hands up her legs. I nuzzled into her. That tangy scent of her pussy swelled and swelled in my nostrils as my lips moved closer and closer to her snatch.
The crowd groaned.
Then this amazing hush fell over them. I could feel the hundred people watching us all hold their breath as my mouth neared her pussy. I came closer and closer to her snatch. My mouth salivated. Up close, her pussy lips were engorged and juicy, her dew glistening on her flesh.
That amazing scent filled my nose.
I pressed my lips against her cunt.
The crowd exploded into excited claps and cheers. Their passion thundered around us. My clit ached in delight.
My tongue fluttered through her folds. I caressed her juicy twat. My tongue darted through her labia, stroking her silky flesh. She gasped. Her eyes widened. Her back arched as her breasts heaved. Her round tits swayed above me.
I gathered her tangy juices. I caressed her. Flicked through her. I brushed her twitching clit, felt it throb. I knew she wanted it to sprout by the way she moaned. My tongue danced around her clit. I fluttered my tongue against her. I teased her. She whimpered as she squirmed again the stripper pole.
“Goddamn, I want to eat that puss!”
Fuck, Spice! Feast on her!”
“Sit that cunt on my face!”
“Fucking hot!”
“Oh, they don't even know!” gasped Destinee as I flicked my tongue back down to her pussy.
I thrust my tongue into her folds, purring in delight. My breasts swayed as my hands caressed her. The lace of her crotchless panties rubbed against my face. I thrust my tongue into her depths. I swirled around inside of her.
Her juices poured into my mouth. She moaned. My nose brushed her clit. I breathed in her passion. She whimpered, groaned. Her hands balled into fists. Her face scrunched up. She shuddered, moaned. She was coming so close to what she needed.
I sucked on her clit.
My lips sealed tight about her bud.
“Aphrodite!” howled Destinee.
Her clit-dick sprouted.
Her futa-cock grew into my mouth. My stripper friend's passion pulsed and engorged her bud. It filled my mouth. I opened my jaw as she grew wider and wider. I gripped her hips as she whimpered. I sucked on her growing dick.
My head leaned back as her cock grew to the back of my throat. I sucked on her. Nursed on her. The watching crowd's claps and cheers died as they realized something was happening. That I was sucking on a big dick growing from her crotch.
“What is that?” a guy asked.
“Is Destinee growing a dick?”
“No fucking way. That's got to be a dildo.”
“No, no, that's a cock! Look at that fleshy shaft. It's huge!”
“Spice is barely fitting that in her mouth.”
“What the fuck?”
“Goddamn, why is that hot? She's got a cock and a pussy and tits!”
“Jesus!”
I loved it.
“Mmm, yes, yes, suck my futa-cock,” moaned Destinee at the top of her lungs. She grabbed my cherry-red hair. She gripped fistfuls of it. “Ooh, Spice, yes, yes, examine it! Treat my clit-dick!”
I was. My tongue danced around her spongy crown. I shuddered at the feel of her dick's texture. At the flavor of her salty precum filling my mouth. I sucked on it. My cheeks hollowing. I bobbed my head. I worked my mouth up and down her cock, my lips sealed about it.
She moaned out her pleasure. She shuddered. I sucked on her wonderful shaft. I nursed on her futa-dick. I loved her. The crowd was watching us. They were growing more and more aroused. I could feel their lust building and building in the room.
“It has to be a trick,” a guy groaned.
I sucked on that amazing dick.
“Where did it come from?” another panted.
“Futa,” a guy said. “Her clit sprouted.”
“Yes!” my fellow futa-stripper moaned. “She's sucking on my big clit-dick. Oh, she's giving me such a wicked examination.”
The music was such a low, pounding beat right now. It matched the rhythm of my heart. I shuddered, my own clit on fire. I wanted it to sprout. It throbbed and itched, begging to erupt out before me.
I sucked on my friend's cock. I loved her dick. My tongue danced. I sucked. My head bobbed. I worked my lips up and down her shaft as she moaned. My fingers of my right hand slid around her hips. I traced her panties to her crotch. I slipped past the lace and found her hot pussy.
I thrust two fingers into her cunt.
“Goddamn, she's fingering Destinee now!” someone moaned while the Latina beauty's pussy clenching down around my fingers.
“Oh, yes, yes!” gasped Destinee. “Ram those digits into my depths.”
I churned her up. I pumped into her depths. Her juices dribble down my fingers. She coated me. That tangy scent filled my nose. I sucked so hard on her dick. She whimpered. Her golden-brown breasts heaved.
“¡Madre de Dios!” she moaned. “I'm going to cum! Drink my milk! I'm going to coat you in my futa-milk!”
“CUM!” someone shouted from the crowd.
“CUM!” another man cried out.
“CUM!”
“CUM!”
“CUM!”
I ripped Destinee's futa-cock out of my mouth, letting the crowd see all of her glory. My left hand snagged the shaft. I pumped my fist up and down it as my fingers jammed deep into her cunt. She whimpered, her back arching. Her breasts heaved.
Then her cock erupted.
Her hot, salty cum fired from the tip of her girl-dick and splattered across my face. I shuddered at the feel of her passion spilling over my cheeks and forehead. She coated me. Basted me. I shuddered at the wicked feel of her futa-cum painting across my features.
That wonderful jizz spilled over me. It was incredible. I whimpered and moaned as her spunk painted my features. I felt every drop of her seed splattering on my face. It coated me in her hot passion. Girl-cum dribbled over my features and down to my breasts.
The crowd groaned. This wave of lust rippled through the air as they all stared at this impossible sight of a beautiful stripper erupting on my face. Destinee threw back her head. Her hands kneaded her breasts. Her thighs, clad in her stockings, quivered.
“Aphrodite, yes!” she howled.
Her pussy convulsed around my fingers. They massaged my digits, caressing them. Teasing them. I loved the feel of her passion writhing around my fingers as she whimpered and groaned. Her cream drenched my hand while her spunk covered my face.
“My Goddess, yes!” I moaned.
Hot cum landed in my mouth.
My tongue swiped around my lips to gather it up.
I reveled in the salty flavor.
It was delicious. The best. She shuddered as I squeezed the last drops from her cock. A bead bubbled at her slit. I darted in, her jizz running down my cheeks and neck, to lick it up. A shudder ran through her body, and her pussy clamped down on my fingers a final time.
“Spice,” she moaned, her head shaking.
“She really came!” someone groaned. “Fuck me, that's a real dick.”
“No way to fake it!”
“That money shot! Goddamn, that's a lot of cum!”
“Lick it off of her!” a guy shouted, his voice rising over the others.
“Yes!” Destinee moaned.
She fell to her knees, seized my face, and licked my cheek.
Her tongue danced over my features. The futa-stripper licked and lapped up her spunk while my own pussy burned and boiled. I shuddered as she caressed over my face. She lapped at my face. She groaned in delight as her tongue bathed me. She gathered up her own spunk with her wicked tongue. Then her lips found mine.
Her tongue thr
ust into my mouth coated in her futa-seed.
My pussy clenched as we swapped her jizz back and forth. The crowd whooped. More dollar bills fluttered around us. They fell on the stage, crisp and green. Some of the bills brushed my arms and sides as our tongues played with her jizz.
I kissed her with such passion. My clit throbbed. Ached. I couldn't take much more of this. I had to be in her. I had to fuck her hard. My bud had to sprout into an amazing futa-dick. My hands clenched on her thighs, squeezing her flesh as our tongues dueled.
She broke the kiss, “Mierda, Spice, this is amazing.”
“Uh-huh,” I panted. “Aphrodite made us special.”
She winked at me, her long, lush eyelashes meeting together. Then she darted in and licked up another line of cum from my cheek. I trembled, feeling the hot wake of her saliva drying on my cheek as she popped up to her feet, her futa-cock bobbing before her.
“Fuck her!” roared from the crowd. “Fuck her hard, Destinee!”
“FUCK SPICE!” shouted from the other side, a resounding burst of passion.
“FUCK SPICE!”
“FUCK SPICE!”
My fellow futa-stripper had a wicked gleam in her eyes as she turned away from me. She danced to the swelling beat of the music, the DJ controlling the soundtrack. I shuddered as I rose on my platform heels, my clit throbbing.
I caught Erich leaning against the back of the club watching us with hungry eyes. He fingered his gold necklace and nodded his head. He knew he would be able to charge a premium to enter his club. He would make so much money.
And so would we.
I had never seen so many tips raining down on the stage. Men were leaving their tables to crowd in along the edges. I shuddered as I stepped on a carpet of ones and fives. Even a few twenties were in the mix.
Desiree bent over. She shook that booty at me, the ruffled lace stripping across her rump fluttering. Through her open crotch, her futa-dick thrust long and hard. It swayed as it waved from her juicy pussy folds. Lines of her tangy cream ran down her shaft towards that aching tip.
I grabbed her hips and ground my crotch against hers. She whimpered and, rubbing back against me. I felt the heat of her pussy against my clit. My big tits heaved as my back arched. I whimpered and relaxed my control.
