$name1 pays for a private dance and ends up riding the dancer’s face and cock in the VIP booth.
The VIP curtain fell. $name1 sat back on the plush bench, thirty, soft belly, heavy tits spilling from a low top, thick thighs parted. She had paid for three songs. The dancer — lean, tattooed, early thirties — started rolling his hips between her knees.
“You don’t want a dance,” he said quietly, reading her face. “You want to get fucked. Say it.”
“I want to get fucked,” $name1 said. “Hard. I’ve been dripping since the main stage.”
He locked the booth latch, dropped his briefs, and the cock that sprung free was thick and ready. She leaned forward and sucked him messily, soft tits pressed to his thighs, spit shining, moaning around the shaft because she loved the weight of him on her tongue. He groaned, pulled her up, shoved her top down so her heavy breasts spilled free, and buried his face between her soft thighs.
He ate her like he was clocked in for it — long licks through her fat dripping pussy lips, sucking her clit, two fingers curling inside while she gripped his hair and rolled her hips. Her belly shook when she came, a wet rush over his chin, thighs clamping his ears.
“Ride me,” he ordered, sitting back.
$name1 straddled him, guided him to her entrance, and sank down with a broken moan as that thick cock stretched her soft cunt wide. She rode hard — tits bouncing in his face, arse slapping his thighs, the booth smelling of sweat and sex and her perfume. He sucked her nipples, spanked her soft arse, told her she was a gorgeous thick slut taking cock in a strip club like she belonged on the menu.
She came again grinding her clit on his pubic bone. He flipped them, put her on all fours on the bench, and fucked her from behind with deep punishing strokes that made her heavy tits swing and her moan into the cushion. Cum from her own arousal painted his shaft white.
“Inside,” she begged. “Fill the fat girl’s cunt. I want to walk out of here leaking.”
He slammed deep and flooded her, groaning, hips jerking. When he pulled out, thick cum oozed from her stretched hole down her soft inner thigh. She scooped it, tasted it, and pulled her knickers up over the mess. He kissed her once, filthy.
“Next Friday,” he said. “Ask for the same booth. I’ll bring a plug for that pretty arse.”
$name1 walked out through the main floor with his cum cooling between her thick thighs, smiling like a woman who had gotten exactly what she paid for — and more.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
Afterward she straddled his face and made him lick her clean, grinding her swollen pussy against his tongue until a smaller, sharper orgasm fluttered through her. She laughed breathlessly, kissed the mess on his mouth, and told him she wanted round two before the night was over. Her body still hummed. Her thighs were slick. She felt beautifully ruined and already hungry for more.
They cleaned up only enough to be decent, then he bent her over one last time and rubbed his half-hard cock through her cum-slick folds without entering, teasing her until she cursed and reached back to shove him inside herself. He laughed against her spine and gave her a dozen hard thrusts that left her whimpering and full again, a fresh trickle of cream sliding down her thigh when he finally stepped back.
He didn’t let her rest. While she was still shaking he pushed two fingers back into her soaked cunt, curling them against the spot that made her vision blur, and rubbed her clit with his thumb until she came again with a broken cry. Juice ran down his wrist. She tasted herself when he pushed those fingers into her mouth and she sucked them clean like the greedy slut she had become for him in this moment.
$name1 rolled onto her stomach, arse raised, and begged without shame. He mounted her again, sliding into her dripping hole in one smooth thrust, and fucked her with long deep strokes that made the furniture creak. Her tits dragged on the sheets. She pushed back to meet every slap of his hips, moaning filthy encouragement — harder, deeper, use my cunt, fill me up, don’t you dare pull out.
