Exotic Futa Dancers Collection

by Reed James

  “Honey, honey!” she said, glancing at one of the guys. They were all white, one with black hair and a goatee, another with blond hair, and a third was a ginger, tall and gangly. “The cops are here.”

  “Oh, no,” the one with the goatee said. He had blue eyes, a foolish grin on his youthful face.

  The other two guys grinned at us, salivating. The last two figures were women, another black beauty with an impressive rack swelling a stretchy top, and a petite blonde who was all smiles as she bounced on the balls of her feet.

  Destinee led us to the living room, the wedding party moving around us. My hips swayed, feeling the gazes on me. The women were feeling our futa-presence, that aura that flowed off of us. We made even the straightest women wet. With enough effort, they would succumb to their lusts and want to fuck us.

  Then we would have a wild time.

  “Mmm, you have all been so bad,” I purred as I sat my speakers down atop a shelf. The music thudded through the living room. They had moved the coffee table to the table. There were a couch and two recliners.

  The wedding party sat down at the seats as Destinee and I swayed before them. I smiled at them, my hips wiggling. “I'm Officer Spice,” I purred, “and this is my naughty partner, Officer Destinee.”

  She smacked me on the rump. “And we've heard you've been a naughty bride and groom.”

  The bride sat down in the middle of the couch, nodding her head. Her two friends sat beside her, all three looking at us. “Oh, we have,” the bride said. “Bobby and I were so bad. You'll have to punish us.”

  “Yeah,” Bobby said, a foolish grin on his face. His cheeks were red, making his goatee even darker. He sat down on one of the recliners. His two guy friends stayed standing, watching us, their eyes hungry and eager all at the same time. They burst with boyish excitement.

  “Bobby and...?” I stared down at the Black bride-to-be, arching my eyebrows in question.

  “Dominique,” the bride said.

  “Isn't she a sexy thing?” I asked Bobby, my hips wiggling.

  “Sexiest woman in the world,” Bobby said, glancing at his bride.

  She let out a gushing sound. Both her friends awed at her as the bride fanned her face, her long fingernails painted as white as her dress. She had misty eyes. I smiled, feeling the love between the two.

  It was going to be fun.

  “I've raided a lot of bachelor parties,” Destinee purred, “but I never found the bride in attendance.”

  “It's a modern thing,” Dominique said. “We're sharing everything. Besides, who doesn't like watching hot women strip.”

  “Yeah!” the petite blonde said, bouncing on the bride's left. “Let see some titties!” She giggled, her face going beet red. She held a beer in her hand and took a deep sip.

  My hips swayed as I turned and stared at my fellow futa-stripper. I licked my lips as I swayed. My juices soaked my panties. This wild heat billowed through me as I smiled at Destinee. I loved our audience's eyes being on me, the bride clapping, one of the guys cheering.

  Destinee and I sauntered together, dancing only inches apart. My big tits bobbed in my crop top as we swayed. Then we turned around and rubbed our rumps together. I slid my hands up to my crop top, squeezing my large breasts. I kneaded them, my nipple so hard. Tingles shot down to my pussy. My clit throbbed, drinking in the sensations.

  I found the zipper of my crop top. It held the stretchy material shut. I drew it down, loving that sound. The cheers grew as I revealed more and more of my lush titties. I heard the same sound coming from Destinee as our asses rubbed together, my thong fighting contain those juices.

  I ripped my top open. My big boobs bounced out. My heavy and lush breasts swayed. They jiggled before me. The watching wedding party whooped and cheered, the bride the loudest, clapping her hands over her head.

  I spun to face them, my hips swaying. I pulled off my top and threw them down to the ground. My big titties bounced. Destinee's smaller, though still lush and delicious, boobs jiggled. She had a tattoo of a black heart dripping a teardrop of blood on her left tit. Her nipples thrust brown and hard, as fat as my own pink nubs.

  We turned to face each other again, shaking our titties. The watchers' lust was palpable. The guys were adjusting their jeans. The groom stared at us with such hunger as we pressed our naked breasts together.

  Nipples kissed.

  Sparks flew.

  “That is so hot,” the Black friend moaned. “Damn, Dominique. I didn't think it would be this exciting.”

  “I know, Gale,” groaned the bride-to-be. “Oh, Bobby, is this making you hard?”

  “Yeah, honey,” the groom groaned.

  “Of course this is making him hard,” the blond guy groaned. “Jesus, look at them. They're smoking.”

  “Mmm, you aren't getting loud enough,” I moaned. I spun around and we pressed our backs together, shaking our titties. My hips swayed. “If you want us to keep stripping, you need to show us how naughty you are.”

  “So naughty!” the bride said and then she did something wild. She pulled down the front of her dress and flashed her naked, round breasts for a moment, her nipples such a lush shade of coal-brown.

  “Dominique!” Bobby said.

  “Oh, god, I just did that,” the bride gasped, fanning her face. “They're just so sexy.”

  “Mmm, yes,” I moaned, my big tits jiggling as I swayed against my friend. “Are you all getting hard and wet.”

  “I know I am,” Destinee purred, her voice a succulent delight, her accent delicious. “Just soaking my thong. See.”

  The girls gasped and the guys groaned. I pictured my friend flashing her panties, lifting up that flirty skirt she wore. I shuddered as I slid my hands up my thighs. I pressed beneath my skirt, climbing up my silky legs to find my thong. I found the ties for my naughty underwear on my hips.

  I tugged them and ripped my thong out from beneath my skirt in a single go. I held up the black cloth. I inhaled it, my sweet juices suffusing the soaked cloth. I shuddered and then flicked the dainty scrap to the bride.

  It landed on her lap. She grabbed my panties and giggled. She held them up and sniffed them. “Ooh, Officer Spice, you're as wet as I am.”

  The blonde and Gale giggled beside Dominique. The blonde's flush was spreading down to her shoulders left exposed by her blouse. My clit throbbed as I turned and spread my legs wide apart. I leaned over, my skirt rising up, exposing more and more of my thighs.

  I exposed my pussy. I flashed my cunt at them. My hips wiggled back and forth. My juices soaked my shaved folds. My clit was already erect, thrusting out of my folds, wanting to become a full-clit dick. Guys groaned. Girls clapped.

  Destinee smacked my rump and squeezed it. “Naughty cop.” Her fingers slid down to my cunt. She stroked me. “Just flashing that wicked cunt at them.”

  I gasped as she thrust a few fingers into my snatch.

  “You're just soaked,” she moaned, my pussy squeezing around her digits. She pumped them in and out of me.

  “Goddamn, that's hot,” the ginger groaned.

  “Yeah,” the groom groaned.

  I shuddered at their excitement. My pussy squeezed around my friend's fingers. I whimpered as she thrust them in and out of me. Juices ran down my thighs to my fishnet stockings. Pleasure rippled through me; my clit ached and pulsed.

  “But how wet are you, Officer Destinee?” I moaned and spun around, her fingers ripping out of my pussy.

  I fell to my knees before her. I slid my hands up her thighs, caressing her. I reached beneath her skirt, grinning up at her swaying breasts. She winked at me as I grabbed the ties of her thong. I pulled on them.

  Ripped it free.

  I held up her black thong, swinging it before me. I leaned in and inhaled, breathing in her tangy musk. I licked it and groaned then tossed this scrap to the petite blonde. She caught it and burst into squealing giggles.

  “Oh, my god, it's soaked,” she said. “You're both such naughty cops.”r />
  “You have no idea,” I purred, sauntering to the bride, my skirt bunched around my waist. I stopped before her, my hips wiggling back and forth. I felt her eyes on me as I grabbed her hands and pulled her to her feet.

  “Oh, my,” she gasped as her eyes went to my big tits swaying an inch before her. My pale fingers entwined with her dark digits. I licked my lips. “Ooh, this is so naughty.”

  “I'm going to teach you how to give a lap dance,” I purred. “Something every naughty bride has to learn.” I winked at her. “It's the law.”

  She giggled. “Okay.”

  I sauntered backward to the other recliner chair, her thighs rubbing together. Her skirt was so short. It was perfect. I caught flashes of the white panties she wore, her skirt riding up a few inches. I shuddered, my clit throbbing. I reached the chair and sank down before her. She turned around, her ass gorgeous, clad in that white skirt. Her wedding veil swayed over her dyed-blonde weave, the hair swishing back and forth.

  “Just sit down on my lap,” I purred. “Press that rump on me. You got to really grind it.”

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned.

  I peered around the bride to see her husband-to-be leaning forward, grinning. His blue eyes were so wild. He was so turned on. Destinee was dancing, her hips swaying, her skirt rustling as she winked at me. The guys were all moving in to watch.

  The bride sat down on my lap. I groaned, my futa-dick wanting to sprout. She squirmed on me while my hands caressed up her thighs. She felt so light on me. She wiggled, her rump caressing me. I felt the hem of her skirt and the warmth of her thighs. It was such a naughty treat.

  I wrapped my arms around her. I slid my hands up her body, squeezing her tits through her dress. I felt her nipples. She shuddered as she rubbed back into me, wiggling her hips from side to side, my clit aching, throbbing.

  “I didn't think you could touch the dancer,” moaned Dominique as I kneaded her tits.

  “Mmm, but we're not in the club,” I said. “Rules are different here. Besides, look at Bobby. He's going to be blown away by this.”

  I tugged down on her dress. Her breasts spilled out into my hands. Her fiance groaned. I watched him around her. He leaned forward, eyes locked on my hands kneading his bride's tits. I massaged those plump, round mounds, the bride whimpering. My fingers found her nipples, twisting them.

  “Oh, my god,” she gasped as she shuddered. “Ooh, I'm not drunk enough for this, but... but...”

  “You're just so wet?” I purred. “Just aching for something wild to happen.”

  “Uh-huh,” she moaned as she squirmed. “Is this it. I just writhe on you.”

  “There's a little more to it.” I twisted her nipples. She gasped. I licked my lips. There was a naughty spell I'd learned just for an occasion like this. “Aphrodite, remove the barrier of clothing between me and my lover so we may celebrate your love!”

  Dominique gasped. She shuddered on my lap. She wiggled on me, throwing a look over her shoulder at me. Her eyes were wild. “How... How did you...? My panties! They're gone!”

  I winked at her and let my clit-dick grow.

  It swelled from my pussy folds and thrust up towards her crotch. My swelling tip brushed against the juicy lips of her cunt. My expanding cock pressed into her snatch. It grew into her. She gasped, her head snapping forward. Her sheath clenched around my growing dick.

  I groaned as my cock swelled and pulsed into her pussy. It expanded into her juicy twat, spreading her open. Her back arched. Her blonde hair swayed across her dark-brown shoulders. Her wedding veil rustled as she groaned out in delight.

  “Oh, my god, what are you doing?” she gasped, squeezing her pussy around my dick.

  My futa-cock reached its full girth in her cunt. It swelled her. Filled her. She gasped and groaned, her pussy clenching around me. Destinee grinned at me, her hips swaying. The front of her skirt tented, her own clit-dick growing, thrusting out from beneath her skirt, but everyone was watching the bride and me.

  “Holy shit, what is that!” gasped the bride, her pussy squeezing around me. “That's huge! That feels like a real dick! Not a toy! Oh, my god, I can feel it twitching in me.”

  “Dick?” Bobby asked. He leaned forward as I pulled up his bride-to-be's skirt all the way, revealing my cock buried in her pussy.

  “Now you can do a proper lap dance,” I moaned. “Your husband is going to love it.”

  I pinched her nipples as she lifted her pussy up my cock. Her husband's jaw dropped. I stared at him around her body. Her pussy gripped me. She slammed her pussy back down my cock. This amazing pleasure surged around me. My toes curled in my stripper heels.

  Destinee's futa-cock swayed as she danced, smiling at me. Everyone else was watching the bride and me. The two women leaned forward, the blonde covering her mouth while Gale shuddered. She squeezed her tits.

  “Holy shit, she's got a dick,” groaned the ginger guy. “Geez, Bobby, your bride's riding the stripper's cock.”

  “Her futa-cock,” moaned Destinee, her hips swaying, her dick's tip thrusting past her skirt. Her precum beaded at the tip.

  The petite blonde glanced at my fellow futa-stripper. She shuddered. And then the blonde darted forward. She fell to her knees, caught up by the lust us futas inspired. She engulfed Destinee's dick, sucking on it. Her mouth bobbed up and down on my friend's cock, sucking on it hard. The blonde's cheeks hollowed as she loved my Hispanic friend.

  “Holy shit, what is going on,” the blond guy said. “Where did you get these strippers.”

  “My friend recommended them,” moaned Gale, watching her friend riding my cock. “She said they would give us the wildest party ever. Never forget a futa-stripper performance.”

  “No,” gasped the bride, her pussy sliding up and down my futa-dick. Her silky sheath gripped me. “Oh, god, she's huge. That's the biggest dick in my life. It's incredible.”

  “Dominique!” Bobby groaned. He rubbed at his jeans, watching with wide eyes.

  “Goddamn,” the ginger guy groaned. “Look at Kelli go. She's sucking the other one's dick.”

  “Fuck, that's hot,” the blond guy said. “Sorry, Bobby, but... damn, your bride is a whore. Look at her go.”

  Bobby nodded his head, his eyes locked on his bride-to-be cuckolding him on my futa-dick.

  I shuddered, my futa-dick throbbing in the bride's pussy. She worked her twat up and down my dick, gasping, moaning. The Black beauty shuddered on me. Her cunt squeezed around my cock. She slammed down me, taking every inch of my girl-shaft. It was incredible.

  I kneaded her nipples. I twisted those nubs. I pulled on them and tweaked them. She whimpered and groaned. Her hot pussy slammed down my cock, taking every inch of it, her plump rump smacking into my crotch. She rose up my shaft, clenching to me, squeezing around me. That wonderful, silky delight massaged me.

  Then she impaled back down me.

  “Oh, yes, yes, Bobby!” she moaned. “I'm sorry. It's just... The stripper's dick is huge!”

  “You're dancing on her pole, chica,” purred Destinee. “Just enjoy that dick. Mmm, and Kelli, keep sucking my dick.”

  Gale groaned, then the other Black woman darted from the couch. She knelt by the petite blonde, leaning in to nuzzled beneath my friend's skirt. Destinee's round breasts jiggled as the Black woman clearly was eating out my fellow futa-stripper's pussy. My friend grinned, shuddering, the two women feasting on her.

  The guys were groaning. Bobby was rubbing his crotch, watching his bride enjoying my dick. Dominique's pussy worked faster and faster. She squeezed that pussy around me, stirring me up. She swirled that cunt around me, teasing me. My snatch drank in the sensations, growing hotter, boiling my ovaries.

  I would fire so much cum into her.

  I would flood her pussy.

  “Yes!” I moaned. “Aphrodite, I love it. Work that pussy up and down my dick. Watch your groom. He can't look away. He loves you cuckolding him with my futa-cock.”

  “Oh, Bobby, do you like watching
me dancing on her pole?” gasped the bride, her pussy growing hotter on my dick. “Huh? Is it turning you on?”

  “Oh, god,” Bobby groaned.

  “Does it?” the bride moaned, her breasts jiggling in my kneading hands. She slammed down on me. She squeezed her twat around my dick. She rose up my thick shaft again, massaging me. Her pussy squeezed around me, bringing me closer and closer to that eruption. “Huh, honey?”

  “Yes,” he groaned, squeezing his cock. “It's hot. It's so fucking hot, babe. I don't know why. I can't look away. That stripper's huge.”

  Dominique slammed down my dick and gasped in delight. Her pussy writhed and spasmed around my futa-cock. Her orgasm rippled through her. She moaned and gasped, bucking on my lap. She pressed back into my large breasts. Her dress rubbed on my nipples. Pleasure spilled down my cock to my pussy. My toes curled as the delight rippled through me.

  I squeezed her. I tugged on her nipples. Her pussy writhed around me. Spasmed. It was incredible. My eyes fluttered. Her snatch felt amazing. I groaned as she massaged me. She brought me closer and closer to exploding. Stars danced before my eyes.

  “Aphrodite, yes!” I moaned, my ovaries quivering. Her pussy sucked at me. “I'm going to cum in your bride, Bobby.”

  “Fuck,” he groaned.

  “This is so hot,” his blond friend groaned. “Do it, Officer Spice!”

  “Cum in me!” Dominique howled, her pussy convulsing around me. That wonderful, massaging heaven brought me to the bring.

  I erupted.

  “Goddess of Love and Beauty, sanctify this pussy and ward it against the brutality of men,” I moaned as my cum fired into her pussy. “Let any man who dares violate her pussy pay with his manhood!”

  I flooded the bride with my futa-cum and the power of my Goddess. My pleasure surged hot through me. My eyes fluttered. Stars burst before me. Darkness washed across my vision as the dual delights of my exploding dick and my convulsing cunt flooded through me.

  Juices soaked my thighs as waves of rapture washed out of my pussy. Jolts of ecstasy fired from my erupting futa-cock. I filled her soon-to-be-married pussy with my cum. I pumped her full of my futa-jizz. I groaned and gasped. The pleasure slammed through me.