Lorna is on stage

As Nora and Steve’s drinks arrived there was an announcement over the public address system. “First up this evening we have Lorna.”

A short, blonde woman bounced onto the stage. She had massive breasts and a fat ass and was covered in tattoos and piercings. She was wearing stockings and suspenders, with a g string and a quarter cup bra. The bra propped up her breasts and put on display her clamped nipples which had a chain hanging from them. She looked about fifty years old and was grinning from ear to ear.

Music started and Lorna began to dance, gyrating her hips in a lewd manner and running her hands over her breasts.

“Do you fancy a bit of that?” Nora asked Steve.

“I’m not sure she’s my type,” said Steve. “Anyway you know you’re the only person for me.”

“That’s sweet,” said Nora.

Lorna was looking out into the audience. Nora and Steve watched as she stepped down from the stage and started moving between the tables, still dancing. She would stop here and there when a man, or sometimes a woman, would stroke her buttocks or thigh. The crowd was getting noisier, responding to the show.

She stopped at a table where two large black men were sitting. Turning away from them she bent forward at the waist and began to waggle her fat ass in their faces. One of the men grabbed her by the hips and pulled her towards him, then buried his face between her ass cheeks.

Lorna pulled away and turned around, slapping his arm and pretending to be offended. The man laughed and started to push down the sweatpants he was wearing putting his long, thick black cock on display.

Now Lorna pretended to be amazed. The man beckoned her over. She stepped closer and ran her hand along the length of the cock. He pulled her in closer and the audience watched as Lorna lent in and took the head of his cock in her mouth and began to suck on it greedily.

“I guess the stories are true,” said Nora.

“Guess so,” said Steve. “Why did you bring me here again?”

“I thought it would be something new and a treat,” said Nora.

Lorna was working the cock now, taking more of it into her mouth and stroking it with both hands. She was standing bent over with her ass in the air. The second man stood up.

“What’s he going to do?” asked Steve.

“I think we are about to find out,” said Nora putting her hand on Steve’s thigh.

The second man’s sweatpants were quickly off. His cock was as large and thick as the first man’s was. He was behind Lorna now and quickly moved her g string to one side and pressed his cock against her pussy lips and then on in. Lorna’s back arched as the cock **** its way deep inside her, but she kept sucking.

“You have to admit,” said Nora. “She’s not your type, but that’s definitely hot.” She moved her hand and felt Steve’s crotch. “Don’t try and deny it’s turning you on. I have the hard evidence.”

“It might just be that you’ve your hand on my pants,” said Steve.

The second man had now begun to fuck Lorna steadily with long strokes so the audience could get a good view of the long black cock slide in and out of her pink pussy. The crowd was quieter now, focused on the show in front of them.

Someone in the audience said “Finish them!” and the crowd quickly picked up the chant. Lorna gyrated her hips, taking the cock deeper inside her and there was now a hand on the back of her head as the sitting man **** his cock deeper into her throat. She was beginning to shake and her body was covered in sweat.

Both men had a look of concentration and their muscles were straining. The man on the chair arched backwards pushing up his hips firing his cum down Lorna’s throat. His hands holding her head making it look as though he was fucking her mouth.

The standing man pulled harder on Lorna’s hips and **** himself as deep as his large cock would go. He moaned as he unloaded his cock into her, pumping her three or four times before pulling out and shooting the last few streaks across her back and ass.

Lorna slowly began to disengage from the two men standing up straight. Cum was leaking from the side of her mouth and spilled onto her breasts. She took a small bow and the audience cheered and applauded. Then she sat on the knee of the sitting man and he put his arm around her.

“Would you like another drink?” the waitress asked Nora and Steve. “It’s good to hydrate.”

Steve thought the waitress might have winked when she mentioned hydration. He looked at Nora.

“I think you need another drink,” said Nora. “I can tell you’re losing fluids already.”

The waitress certainly giggled at that. “Same again?” she asked.