Her breasts wrapped around the pole like she was titty playing a long hard length. Her eyes met mine as she wrapped herself even tighter around the pole. I saw her soft edges open to except the smooth hard metal, no longer cold. As she walked toward us, beckoned by the money in our hands, I saw her juices seep along the abandoned bar, down her thighs.

I never thought a dancer could get so aroused. Her hips undulated and her breasts shuddered proudly.

As the cash was pushed toward her, her long dark hair shadowed her face, all except those lips. Lips I wanted to slip my tongue through. Lips I wanted on my softness. Lips I wanted to play. Cash went into her sheer g-string and she started to dry play you. I watched her wrap her long shapely tattooed legs around your legs.

She pushed her huge titties into your face.

And move, oh god, she was moving Around your thighs, pulsing, driving her sex onto your length. Burying your face in her warm breasts, you got hard. I was hot. So wet just watching. So ready for your thingy, so ready for her softness in my face.

The thoughts flashed unbidden in my mind. So odd, so wrong, so completely hot. You shuddered as my hand reached between you and her for your thingy. I felt the wetness of her on the back of my palm and the hardness of your length in my hand.

And she, this dancer of such luscious titties, such a hot private part was happy, driving herself between us. I rubbed my thumb over her personal place even as she dry played you. And I swear if it was possible, she got even hotter, even wetter. In the darkness of the booth, my lips wrapped around her nipple, sucking it deep into my mouth. She groaned and pushed you even harder. Your lips met mine on her nipple. So aroused, so hard, enough to share. Her head dipped back as she held you by your shoulders and drove herself onto my hand, onto your length. I was a puddle of my own cum as your eyes rolled back into your head. The dance was over. She took the cash I tried to shove into her cunt. It was my turnHer softness was mine now. Such a cheap whore, playing where the money was. And I wanted it.

I felt the warmth of her breasts slap against my face.

The power of her thighs as they straddled me locked me up into tense throes of ecstasy. God I wanted this whore. Her g-string slipped aside as she pushed her private part into my face. Her sweet lips slathered my face with softness juice. And I toyed I stretched and reached her personal place with my tongue. She was practically laying on the lengthtail table as I shoved my fingers inside her. Your hand found my softness and stroked me even as I stroked her.

Harder, faster. God dammit, I need your thingy while I taste her cunt. She, experienced whore as she was, was hot she wanted this as much as we did. I shoved three fingers into her as she writhed on the table, knocking our drinks over, pinching her own nipples. Your lips met mine on her softness.

Our tongues fighting over her sweet, hot personal place found each other and what an interesting kiss it became.

Our fingers knotted together in her softness. It was time, Oh god it was time She came in a hot wet spattering of moans and spasmsThe dance was over. All she knew was a description of the van we came in. We were her last number. You grabbed my hand and jerked me outside of the bar. So many more beautiful women left in our wake.

Titties and private parts being waved like banners, all it took was the money to make it happen. The van door slid open and even before it was closed, you were inside of me.

Your hot length stroking me further inside than its ever been played before. My legs over your shoulders and you drove me harder and harder. More brutal than before you took my tit in your mouth and you bit.

Writhing in pain, agony, ecstasy, I grabbed your balls and kept your cum at bay. The van door slid open yet again and before I knew it I had a hot slippery softness in my mouth and your mouth had found someone elses tit. Your thingy in my cunt, pushing me, beating me, and her private part in my mouth I came in a way that made past orgasms pale. And still you kept pounding, raping my softness. I looked up and saw your tongue wrapped around our stripper and I came again even harder than before.

I rolled her personal place piercing around in my mouth and felt her grinding even harder onto my face.

Oh yeah, it was her turn. I pushed you off and her off of me. I found your teasing length in my mouth, and your mouth found her softness still pulsing from her orgasm. God damn, your length was still hard as a rock in my mouth. Stroking your balls and shoving your thingy into my face, I looked up and saw your tongue and fingers in her softness. Play that, my turn to be eaten.

I pushed her over onto your length and shoved her face into my own softness. I wanted to know if she could eat as well as she took it. Her wet private part took you in so deep her face was vibrating into my softness. Again it pushed me over. I shoved her face into me even further, wanting her to suck, to bite, to take me there again.

And she did, that bitch knew how to work it and had half her hand inside my private part even as you drove her again and again to scream. Your thingy needed some much needed attention as it was still at mast. You pulled out of her and she abandoned my private part so we could work you over. Her lips closed over your balls as I took you into my throat. You fell back against the side of the van and gave your thingy to us.

We worked you and rocked you harder and harder. She left your nuts and came to tickle her tongue along your base as my mouth came over it. I knew you felt my tongue bar as it glided over your head and she took as much as she could from the side. Greedy now, wanting only you to come on our faces, we stroked and sucked, pushed and pulled.

Still playing with each others private parts so as to not lose our own momentum, we were in a constant state of ecstasy.

Finally you groaned and pulled back, and the dancer and I finally kissed.

Our tongues intertwined as you shot yourself all over our lips, our faces, our tongues.

Without a word, sated, our dancer got up, took a fifty out of your wallet from your pants pocket and slid out the van door back into the dressing room.

I found my ripped clothes, pushed them over the wetness of our sex and slid myself out of the same door. The night was finally over. Until next time.