Brittney on Stage...

Brittney cried out in orgasm, thankful the loud music in the venue disguised the depth of its truth.

She swore the pole she danced around was undulating her pussy, thoughts of straddling some mouth eating her out trickling through her brain as once more she irresistibly pressed the brass pole between the folds of her pussy and looked back, upside down at the perverts in the front row moaning out to them.

Some dark thought questioned if she would resist any of their cocks if they climbed on stage and whipped them out in front of her. The idea of having a cock slide in and out of her upside down head like this had a growing appeal she had to admit.

Spinning around keeping her pussy clenched to the pole feeling almost as if some small sex toy was penetrating into her from the fixture on the stage. Brittney bit her lip with trepidation, feeling the sensation push her further towards climax.

As the stranger lay flat on the stage before her, cash in his mouth.

Dropping to all fours and glancing behind her as her ass parted ways with the pole Brittney questioned the sensations she had been feeling, the perplexed thoughts quickly displaced as Brittney crawled forward across the stage, feeling a strangely welcome greater mass and sway to her chest, adding a more alluring swagger to the crawl. The cheers and hollering reaffirming the already growing sensation of never having felt sexier.

Taking the filthy cash from the strangers mouth with her teeth Brittney reared up on her knees running her hands up her body, groping the fake tits she had bought as an expense to compensate the inadequacy she had felt through highschool. An investment in the career meant only to pay her way through nursing school.

A conscious thought reminded her not to think of them as people, simply objects that paid her for temptation.

Placing the cash aside further centered on the stage behind her Brittney dropped back to all fours. Slowly dragging her face inches above his she swore she could smell pussy. Licking her lips she continued to crawl across him, dragging her breasts just above his face, then down across his body as she paused to paw at his crotch, fondling the straining erection she tried to dismiss further thoughts of.

Slowly, deliberately she crawled further down his body. Pausing to stiffen in unexpected delight and temptation as Brittney felt his warm staggered breath upon her pussy. A strong temptation to rear up right there over his face and part her lower lips , displaying the privilege she was willing to give for some small bills.

Glancing at the staring bouncers Brittney couldn’t help but smirk before continuing the crawl. Rearing up and grinding on the guys package. Cursing and delighting as two more eager clients clambered onto the stage and lay flat cash in mouths.

Looking to the bouncers something felt different about their gaze. Almost as if their role was a challenge to see just how far she could get.

Tapping the cheek of the guy she straddled Brittney rolled off of him, quickly grabbing the cash from the next nearest patron and flicking it to the pole, her face diving down and stopping just shy of his lips, a seductive gasp escaping Brittney's lips as she then bit her lip.

Marvelling at the self control she drew upon to keep from kissing him, holding the eager ideas of popping his cock free for a moment just to feel it slip inside her at bay.

Nuzzling into his neck she brought her body over his, grinding on an impressive feeling crotch bulge as she fondled herself before bring her breasts down to be motor boated.

Crawling up over his body she reared up once more above his face, lifting her pussy barely a neck craning reach from his mouth as she fingered herself on stage.

A chill of terror overwhelmed by a tidal wave of delight at the new daring perverted depth she had just reached in her performance.

Crawling off of him Brittney dragged her breasts across the floor, her hardened nipples calling for her attention as they flanked the next man’s face. With a glance to the bouncers Brittney wonder just how much they could see from their angle.

A shudder and moan escaping her as her pussies wet folds dragged across the bridge of the guys nose. The corrupted fluid now deeply penetrating his body with each heavy breath of arousal as he felt Brittney grope and toy with him through his pants.

With a quick roll Brittney was off of him, legs splayed in a split as Brittney faced the pole that had corrupted her so thoroughly, passively, and quickly. All while growing more potent itself. Crawling towards it she reached her tongue out to taste of it phallically.

Slowly her breasts embracing around it for a quick tit fuck before she spun around it tasting herself off of it with one final rotation around the stage. Before grabbing the cash and discarded clothes to take her leave from display.

Placing the cash away in her purse back stage she struggled with her bra a moment. Questioning its sudden snugger fit Brittney soon discarded it for a tight tank top, walking out on the floor displaying her turgid nipples peaking her round breasts.

As she eagerly sought to do lap dances for a change.