On with the show

Grunting in response to how Zuleica was slowly stroking his cock as she led him through the barroom, Dareios allowed his gaze to wander across the crowd, noting how they all now seemed to have settled down into their seats, the other platforms having been abandoned as the male customers ogled Zuleica’s scantily clad form and the female patrons, as well as the barmaids, had their attention fixed on him.

Definitely enjoying having dozens of beautiful women staring lustfully at him, Dareios smiled, released another throaty groan as Zuleica continued fondling his steel-hard fuckpole, and looked straight ahead again, spotting the largest of the platforms that littered the room, this one dwarfing the others in size as it reached out into the barroom like a peninsula, with a set of closed, purple curtains at the back, from behind which the performers would no doubt normally appear.

Just as it seemed as they were about to cover the last few paces leading them onto the stage, Zuleica stopped her seductive sashaying across the floor, bringing herself and Dareios to a halt right next to a round table positioned so that those seated by it would get a front-row view of the show.

As Dareios discovered, once he’d temporarily ceased his fervent admiring of Zuleica’s backside and her totally exposed, magnificently delectable bubble booty and instead chosen to look down at the table, the only person sitting there was a woman, a magnificent creature with her achingly beautiful face contorted into a subtly lustful smile as she glanced down at his rock-hard cock, which Zuleica was aiming right at her face.

Staring down at the blonde babe, Dareios could hardly fail to notice how her hair disappeared down beyond her shoulders as she sat facing him, though he was far more interested in the fabulous set of huge, perfectly rounded tits that she’d been blessed with, the two golden orbs spilling out far in front of her tight, toned stomach and straining against the confines of a strapless white top that hugged her chest so snugly that Dareios guessed that he could easily make out every last minute detail of her small, hard nipples as they poked against the thin, semi-sheer fabric of the top. If he were to guess, Dareios would say that the top couldn’t be more than two, possibly three inches wide, leaving both the tops of her tits and the lower curvature of the two massive globes totally exposed.

“Hello Zoelle,” Zuleica greeted the blonde, casually, as though the two of them already knew each other intimately, “Here for the show?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world, darling,” the blonde replied, nimbly pushing her chair out behind her and doing nothing to protest it when Zuleica leaned down to snatch up the half-empty glass of red wine in front of her.

While taking a sip of the wine, Zuleica repositioned herself, bringing Dareios along with her as she did, ensuring that his cockend remained pointing towards Zoelle’s face, while he in turn was busy looking down between her legs to spot her pussy balanced right on the edge of her seat, her vaginal mound being hugged rather than covered by a tiny, slightly rounded stretch of black silk that connected to a set of matching spaghetti straps that in turn disappeared up high over her wide hips, the flimsy waistband of her underwear also serving to draw his eyes once more to the perfectly sculpted, agile-looking muscles of her midriff.

“Enjoying the wine, darling?” Zoelle purred out at Zuleica, bringing her right hand up so that she could softly stroke her cheek with two of her gloved fingers, never letting her eyes off of Dareios’ schlong, which was now throbbing against Zuleica’s expert grip.

“Oh yes…” Zuleica breathed out in reply, after which Dareios closed his eyes and let slip a guttural groan as a fat burst of precum exited through his pisshole and thundered forwards to land, accompanied by a sharp, loud “SPLAT!” right between Zoelle’s eyes, thin tendrils of the clear fluid instantly spreading themselves out across her face, reaching up towards her forehead and down towards her flawlessly shaped chin, with tiny specks of precum pattering down onto the tops of her voluptuous mounds.

Looking back up at Zoelle’s face, Dareios could see that there wasn’t anything subtle anymore about the lustful smile that she was offering him.

“I want you to make me your slut,” Zoelle informed Dareios, in a dead-serious tone, reinforcing up her words by tugging aside her thong to expose her wet, bald slit.

“After the show, Zoelle,” Zuleica promised the other woman, putting the wine back down on the table and giving Dareios’ dick another soft stroke, with him repeating the same process of groaning throatily and unleashing a rocketing discharge of precum that the blonde vixen ended up taking right in the face.

Moments later, and Dareios found himself having followed Zuleica up a short flight of stairs and onto the stage, with Zoelle throwing longing looks after him as she let out a sigh, relaxed in her seat and began caressing her juicing honeypot.

Just as Zuleica and Dareios stepped up onto the stage, Ailana finally managed to slip down from the counter to stand in front of it on unsteady legs, clutching hold of the edge of the counter in an effort to remain on her feet and unleashing a horny moan as she felt Dareios’ jizz come trickling out through her well-fucked bunghole.
“Ailana, you crazy slut!” Hearing a cheerful voice call out to her, Ailana turned her head to see Nikoleta, her colleague and lover, come racing towards her, a wide, sparkling smile plastered onto the dark-skinned beauty’s gorgeous face as she closed in on her, having already pulled open the front of her tight leather pants.

Having been tending the other of the Harlot’s two bar counters that night, Nikoleta had apparently decided to take advantage of how there would barely be any customers leaving their seats during the duration of the main act, what little sales there were would handled by the barmaids, by rushing over to join Ailana, who greeted the busty black woman by throwing herself at her and engaging her in a lustful kiss.

The stage was high enough that Dareios now had an excellent view of the entire barroom, and as he surveyed the gathered crowd that were now awaiting the start of the evening’s main act with impatient silence, he could easily tell that although the majority of the audience was made up of men, there were still dozens of women present, patrons and barmaids alike, almost all of which were greedily ogling his tall, muscular form in all its nakedness.

“So, tonight’s planned show of me and another sexy, busty slut dancing about on stage before proceeding to lick each other’s wet pussies and tight asses in front of all you good people has had to be cancelled,” Zuleica now addressed the crowd, with Dareios standing by her side, the towering, hulking stud having noticed how she’d detached the band of red cloth covering her pussy from the gold chain from which it had been hanging, and was instead deftly swirling it along the length of his cock, entangling his tumescent piece of fuckmeat in it until the tip of it was dangling down just behind the plump, purple crown of his member, “due to her being left in our dressing room, ****, with a big, goofy grin on her face and girlcum probably still pouring out of her hot little snatch.”

“So instead of watching me just dance on my own and fingerfuck myself for your viewing pleasure,” Continuing to speak directly to the crowd, which was hanging on to every word that exited her mouth, Zuleica started using her free to slowly caress her exposed honeypot, tracing her fingers up along her smooth, hairless vaginal mound, “I was thinking that maybe you’d like to see me suck this stud’s cock… Well, do you?”

As the crowd responded to her question with an emphatic, collective “YES!”, Zuleica turned her head towards Dareios and shot him a dirty, slutty smile that heightened the intensity with which his dick was throbbing against her grip.

“Do you want to see me get covered with cum?”

“YES!”

“How about me having my pink pussy pounded, would you like to see that happen?”

“YES!”

“And what of my ass, would you love to see this stud bury his monstercock to the hilt past my balloon-knot asshole?” Balancing herself expertly on her stripper sandals, Zuleica was obviously basking herself in the fevered response of the crowd.

“YES!” The crowd’s loud replies seemed to reach their crescendo at this point, combining to become an almost deafening answer to the latest of Zuleica’s lewd, suggestive questions.

“Well, how bout it, stud…” Zuleica was once again smiling right at Dareios, “are you going to fuck me in front of all these people?”

Dareios’ answer came in the form of him grabbing hold of Zuleica’s waspish waist and pulling her towards him, forcing her to relinquish her grip of his cock just before it was pressed against her midriff and her huge boobs were mashed against his chest, with her moaning into his mouth as he offered her a fiery kiss.