A strip-club.

It is a hot summer night, the streets busy with life as you wait for your ride. Unfortunately, you were surrounded by white people, not a single hot black woman in sight to jump at the chance to polish your knob if you sighed deeply within her earshot.

You should really have looked up the details before moving in.

Well, at least Gabby is still around, leaning against you and tracking the taxi on her phone. "It's right around the corner." She speaks.

Both of you get into the car, the driver - a white dude little older than you - paying no mind that Gabby had her tits out, that they were covered in your seed or that she sat on your lap, straddling your increasingly hard cock. They exchanged pleasantries about the weather and other shit you didn't care about, so you just closed your eyes and focused on the pleasant feeling of her tight ass.

You only open your eyes when you hear the driver Gabby thanking the driver and saying she is going to rate him five stars. When you get out of the car, you see a fairly large parking lot, not full but pretty packed, and in your confusion, it takes a while before you are able to get your bearings and realize that you are at the Obsidian Gentlemen's club.

A strip-club. Gabby brought you to a strip-club. A fancy one, it seemed, from the expensive cars around you. She leads you inside, a large bouncer stopping you.

"Hey, babe. Here looking for a job?" He asks to Gabby, completely ignoring you.

"No, I'm here with the guy..." She pauses, looking at you and searching for the right words. "With the guy that fucks me whenever he feels like it."

That almost hurt your feelings. You knew Gabby was living with you because of her mother and your gift, but you at least thought you were friends. But should you think that way? After all, you were just some guy ways beneath her level that happened to work at her mother's company, and somehow all black women wanted to show you a good time.

You knew you didn't have a right to be upset, so shook your head to clear your mind, Gabby already way ahead of you. You look for her, and see that she is sitting on a table with a stripper in front of her. A short black woman, in full body blue fishnets and a g-string so far up her thick ass you could barely see it.

But when you get closer, you hear that Gabby actually is being told off! "...and don't talk back to me! What are you doing to the white boy? He looks lost!"

Embarrassed to find them talking about you, yet excited at knowing where it would end up, you try to cough and get their attention but the thumping music of the club makes them unable to hear you, so you just stand around like a dork until Gabby notices you.

"John, I'm so sorry." Gabby says, getting up and damn near shoving the stripper out of the way to hug you. "I should have noticed something was wrong.".

She is truly apologetic, even if it's clear she doesn't know why she should be sorry. Now you feel like a dick, so you put your hand on her shoulder. "Don't worry about it. You brough me here to see a show, right? So let's have a good time!"

Gabby looks relieved, smiling brightly at you, but the stripper makes her sit back down. "Outta the way, skank. Let the pros show how it's done."

Now that you are face to face with her, you can see that the stripper has a wild charm about her, being short and nearly flat chested, but with tattoos all over her body and piercings on her nose and eyebrows.

"Hey there, stud. You can call me Candy." Rubbing her hand over your growing erection, she introduces herself. "It's not my time on stage yet, but for you I'll make an exception."

Leading you by the dick, Candy makes you sit by one of the multiple stages that take the most of the club before she disappears backstage. Looking slightly pissed, Gabby follows you. Looking around, you have a chance to breathe the stale air and take in the club.

Honestly, you always thought that a strip club would be a sad, depressing place that reeked of sweat and desperation, but this was pretty much a normal club, or at least what you imagined a normal club would look like.

One huge stage dominated one of the walls, the one opposite it with a fully stocked bar. The other had a few smaller stages, like the one you sat in front of, the last dominated by a staircase leading to what you assumed were the VIP rooms.

"You know, I could do that." Gabby says, getting your attention. "It's just shaking your ass to the beat, what could be so hard about it?"

Almost on cue, the barman/DJ boomed onto the mic "Ladies and gentleman, give it up for a unplanned show on the side stage: Candy and her good friend, Crystal!"

Crystal, much to your delight, is a light-skinned black woman taller and more athletic than Candy, with an ass sculpted by hours in the gym and round bimbo tits sculpted by a very good plastic surgeon. She looks at you, licking her lips, and it's easy to see why the DJ called them <i>good friends</i> by the way Candy stood behind her, reaching around to cup her melons and jiggle them to the gathering crowd.

They kissed, and split with seemingly the intention to show Gabby how wrong she was about stripping being easy. Candy dropped to her hands and knees, shaking her ass up and down, side to side and twerking to an hypnotic rhythm, all the while moving her shoulders and tossing her hair around before she did the splits right in front of you.

Behind her, Crystal worked the pole, swinging around it held only by her legs as she shaked the plastic tits to the crowd, the sheer size of her bimbo funbags giving them a very hot jiggle. The speed and balance which she displayed was another proof that Gabby was talking out of her ass... not that you cared about that at the moment, not when bits of clothes were flying around.

Not when Candy was still on the ground, shaking her ass while Crystal left the pole alone the squat over her good friend, shaking her smaller butt wildly. The show had drawn in quite a crowd, pouring money over them until the beat ended. The pair finished off the show by kissing and spanking each other playfully, and you almost came in your pants.

You were slack-jawed like a moron even after the crowd dispersed, only snapping out of your trance when Gabby shook your shoulder. "Can I take care of that?" She says, rubbing your boner through your jeans.

"Uhhh... sure..." You respond, coming back to reality. Gabby fishes out your cock buts is interrupted before she can start sucking it.

"Back off, ho!" Crystal shouts from afar. "Me and my girl are going to take care of the white boy. You can watch and learn."

"Now, I can see that you enjoyed the show." Candy says, her smile between sexy and psychotic, and she tugs on your dick. "Fuck me right here, white boy. I can't wait another second to have your dick in my mouth."

"We should go upstairs." Crystal said, her voice much more high-pitched than you expected for a woman so tall. "You know how much more comfortable the private booths are."

"Fine. Follow me."

You do, without question, and watch as she talks with the bouncer blocking the way to the VIP booths in the second floor. It's these small moments that make you appreciate your gift, where a white dude with his cock out was led by three hot, half naked, black women and no one batted an eye.

Upon reaching the private booths, Candy pushes you rather forcefully onto the cushion, diving mouth-first into your cock. She did so by standing straight up and then bending down at the waist to deepthroath you, a position that made her already huge ass look even more delectable.

It should also be pretty damn uncomfortable for her, a testament of her willingness to pleasure you over her own well-being. The way her tight, wet throat rumbled around your shaft as Crystal ate her ass, though, told you were true preferences laid.

Not that it mattered in the slightest, because she seemed intent on milking your cum with just her throat, and would have succeeded if not for the months you spent at Tyra's house giving you the kind of stamina and self-control that male pornstars wished they had. "Damn... white boy here is full of surprises..." She said, because even a huge slut like her needed air.

"That ain't a problem..." Candy continued, wiping the drool from her chin with the palm of her hand. "I like a challenge."

The thick stripper turned around, planting her high-heeled feet besides your hips. "Don't worry, boy. I always keep it clean."

She took you inside her ass with practiced ease, looking over her shoulder at you with a feral look in her eyes. Fuck, the way she clenched around your prick as the slut twerked would have a lesser man cumming in seconds. Hell, you had big booty black bitches twerking on your cock but seeing - and feeling - a true pro working her magic was another thing.

You didn't even notice as Crystal sat tantalizingly close to you until she pressed her huge, fake tits onto your chest. "Slap her ass hard, white boy. That's the way she likes it."

A fine suggestion, you thought, and unleashead a mighty slap to Candy's rear. It flipped a switch on her, the slut becoming more vocal. "Fuck yeah, spank that ass!" She screamed. "Give it to me, c'mon! Harder, white boy!"

Between her screams, the clap of her ass against your pasty hips, the tight grip she had on your shaft... you grunt, steeling yourself, because not even you could hold on for much longer - especially when Crystal pressed on her ****, pulling you into a deep kiss.

It's a sensory overload, and you grip Candy's hips tightly, pulling her into your lap as you cum deep into her bowels, grunts of pleasure muffled by Crystal's velvet mouth. You can barely make out what the big-booty bitch is shouting, because she is also cumming her brains out from the rough fucking.

"Fuck... you two know what you are doing..." You say when Crystal breaks the kiss. It had actually been a while since you had a rough fucking like this, so you can't help a smile, groping Candy's ass in appreciation.

"Yeah, we know how to make a man feel good." Candy answers, getting up from your lap. Your cock leaves her asshole with satisfying, wet plop, and she sits on your other side. "Unlike miss deadfish over there. Bitch didn't even move, could've thrown her fat titties on your face or something... Hell, she..."

You tuned out what Candy was saying, and focused on Gabby. Yeah, the stripper was right, but your housemate was damn near in tears. And, in that moment of post-nut clarity, you had your answer as to why you've been feeling off these past few days.

Why did you came to this town?

In order to become more decisive and independent. Otherwise, you could just as well have stayed at Tanya's house.

But what happened?

You sat on your apartment all day long because Gabby didn't want to leave, and now you were letting these two strippers take the lead.

No more.

You suddenly get up, Candy and Crystal almost falling on top of each other from being perched over your shoulders.

"That's enough, you two." You say, trying to sound more confident than you actually are. "I'm trying to have a good time, and you spoiling it by being such assholes. Now kneel."

Candy gives you a smirk, between surprised and smug, but does as she is told along Crystal. "Now, show Gabby some respect. Just because she isn't as slutty as the two of you."

"She and her mother have done more for me than you two could imagine..." You say, rubbing your stiffening prick across both of their faces. "So it would make me really happy to see you apologize to her."

To your surprise, Crystal is the one to act first. "We're sorry." She says, sounding like a petulant child. "We shouldn't have talked to you like that."

Gabby, still unsure and hurt, looked at you for approval. "Go on, prove to her how sorry both of you are."

It was a terrible, cheesy line straight out of a porno, but it worked. Gabby, after taking a deep breath, sticks her foot out. "Yeah, show me how sorry you are."

They hesitate a bit, but after a few cockslaps to show them you are serious, the pair shuffles towards Gabby and begins kissing her feet. It had been a while since the last time Gabby gave you a lesbian show, so you were happy to simply stroke your cock while the pair inched upward, until they took Gabby's glorious tits in their mouths.

You could tell it had been a while they had the chance to go to town on a pair of huge, perky natural tits - especially Crystal. The tall, fake-titted bimbo was practically inhaling a tit, sucking with the gusto of a virgin.

She is also the one bitch you haven't fucked today. Well, that can easily be fixed.

And she is an perfect position, kneeling on the floor and bending forward, so all you have to do is get up and stand behind her. Without a word, you rub your prick against her wet mound before pushing into her tight pussy.

"Fuck... this cunt is practically brand new." You say, pulling her hair hard and yanking her head back. "I don't know what kind of fucked up relationship you two have, but this pussy is mine now."

"Got it?" You ask, slapping her ass hard, a viciousness in your voice that surprises even you. The bitch tightens her grip, almost cumming, and you smile at her submissiveness.

"Yes..." She says, prompting another slap from you.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes... master..." She says, almost drooling as pleasure overwhelms her.

The obvious subtext in her words sends a shiver down your spine. Satisfied, you keep pumping into her, but your free hand comes crashing down on Candy's thick rump. "And you? Do you get it?"

The fat-assed bitch also says "Yes, master...", clearly torn between her duty to show you a good time and seeing her partner melt at your cock. And you cum deeply into Crystal's womb, making her howl as you both experience climax.

Intoxicated with your new found determination, you make than lie on top of each other, stacking those asses to finish off the night, with Candy on the bottom, Gabby in the middle and Crystal on top. You alternated between them, fucking one woman before switching to another until you reached your peak, unleashing a huge load over their asses with a shout of "Fucking take it, whores!".

After such a thorough fuck, you had to lean against the wall to admire your work. Honestly, nothing looked more beautiful to you than a black ass with your white cum on it. You took a deep sigh, a happy one. You knew not what you were going to do from now on, but you knew that you would decide it.