An Asian Stripper and the Boss

"Fuck man. Where are the other girls?" The hunky Asian on the left asks, wearing nothing but a red thong. I didn't see him up on the stage, but that doesn't matter.

"Just me baby." I reply, motioning him over with my finger.

"Well we gotta muzzle this little slut. We can hear her in the club." The middle-aged guy on the right says. His hairline his reclining, but I'm pretty sure he has a fit body underneath that suit of his.

"Shit. Sorry boss." Tarzan says.

"It's fine. We can do that. Can't we?"

"Yeah no problem." Replies the Asian guy.

"Rock Paper Scissors?"

The two have their duel, which the Asian guy wins. With a smile, he turns to Tarzan and asks "How wet is that pussy bro?"

"Dripping."

"Fuck yeah."

"I won't argue with a blowjob." The boss adds. "More than my ex-wife gives me."

The two enter the van, with the Boss sitting in front of me. He undoes his belt as the Asian puts his hands on my hips. Licking my lips, I watch the Boss undo his fly, and then pull out his average-sized cock. I immediately wrap my lips around it, so the Boss says "Ohh fuck yeah. Fuck her pussy."

Without further ado, the Asian slides his cock inside of me. He's not as long as Tarzan, but he makes up for it in delightful girth. As the Asian thrusts, the Boss then pushes my head down, making sure that my moans are stifled by his cock.

"Ohh fuck yeah..." The Boss coos.

"Damn you weren't kidding about that pussy." The Asian adds.

"Sure wasn't. Can you believe she's a lawyer?" Tarzan says.

"She's certainly a slut." The Boss howls.

The two proceed to use my holes like there's no tomorrow. I'm stuck between two behemoths of masculinity, who have no regard for how public their display is. Their bodies are perfectly sculpted. They belong on display, whether that be the stage, or on video, or to any passers-by. It might be wrong. It might be illegal, but I don't care. Not when it feels so good. Not when they've got me this close to climax already.

"Ohh fuck yeah... This bitch can suck." The Boss says.

"You wanna turn in this pussy?" The Asian asks. Dammit not now. Not when I'm so close.

"Fuck yeah."

To my dismay, the Asian then pulls out. The Boss then lets go of my head, allowing me to retract it away from his spit-soaked shaft. He proceeds to move around to the back, as the Asian sits in front of me, his cock glistening with my juices. Without him asking, I wrap my lips around his cock, right as the boss squeezes on my waist.

"Ohhh my God... That's so good." The Boss groans as my wetness envelopes his cock. He proceeds to thrust as the Asian uses my throat. As he does so, I frantically rub my clit, **** to get an orgasm before The Boss hits his. It's not long before my legs are trembling, but at the same time, I feel his cock pulsate inside of me. That's followed by the Boss groaning as he erupts inside of me. In desperation, I slap my swollen clit hoping to meet my release. Right as he slides out, that's exactly what happens, my body quivering as the Asian holds my head down, firing his load down my throat.

Once the Asian is completely drained, I roll over onto my back and smile.

"I better get back." The Boss says.

"Yeah, and I gotta get back home." Says the Asian.

The two leave the van as Tarzan steps into my sight, now wearing his trench coat.

"How about I take you home?"