Dance Hall Daze

"Shit," I gasp as the dark-haired Sam slowly backs off of my cock and the blonde one takes her place, "I can see why you're even getting paid in a place like this." She smirks and places a hand on the back of her sister's head, before giving her a hard shove that slides her lips all the way to my base and sends her eyelids fluttering in pleasure. I'm impressed, frankly; I may have made it normal for women to take my cock balls-deep safely, I may have made it normal for it to be pleasurable, but that doesn't mean I made it normal for it to be easy. Sam - both of them - shows no visible effort whatsoever, sliding it down her throat like it was made specifically to fit.

"My sister might be willing to suck for favours," she says, holding said sister down against my crotch, "but I expect men to empty their wallets for me before they empty their balls in me." She releases her sister and gives my own balls a light squeeze for emphasis. "For you, though," she sighs distractedly, busy staring at how much each one fills the hand holding it, "I'll make an exception." I smirk and slip a hand through her hair, before slowly guiding her head between my legs. Her tongue game is just as good as her throat was, and it isn't long before I decide to reward the blonde for her sister's ball-worship with a jet of precum for her to gulp down.

Up on stage, the Doctor is quickly becoming the centre of attention not just for the cameras but for the other dancers too. She's currently fielding questions from a lithe redhead in a ragged tank top emblazoned with some sort of new channel logo as a heavily-tattooed, dark-skinned woman drops to her knees behind her and makes a show of getting her face up close to the Doctor's bouncing, clapping asscheeks as she shakes her own. "You know," I muse as the blonde Sam finally backs off of my cock and switches places with her dark-haired sister, "I knew her twerking addiction was progressing fast, but it's a bit worrying that she's going to hit her peak soon."

"Why's that," the blonde Sam asks, before moaning happily as I **** her face back into my ballsack and redoubling her efforts to leave them dripping with her spit. Up on the stage, the Doctor throws her ass back to give one of the floating cameras an eyeful and send it spinning and rolling away through the air. When she follows that up by dropping into a set of side splits and bouncing her no-doubt-soaked crotch against the dancefloor a couple of times, every bounce of her cheeks visibly strains the seams of her shorts. "Well," I reply, deciding to give the dark-haired Sam a mouthful of precum too, "normally, the peak of a twerking addiction's accompanied by a final growth spurt that destroys whatever the sufferer's trying to cover her ass with, but that's not what I'm worried about."

"Haahh... Good," the dark-haired Sam pants, having finally found a reason to empty her mouth of my cock, "that sounds amazing." The Doctor pauses to grab one of the other dancers and pulls her in for a deep, sucking kiss that leaves the other woman looking breathless and vacant, then spanks her on the ass and returns to her own routine. "Yeah," I reply, "and normally it also cures them of their compulsion to twerk whenever they're not doing anything else with their ass. But it's also normal for any woman who sees her twerking after that point to become mesmerised, like her ass is hypnotic." Sam rolls her eyes and starts jacking me off with both hands while her blonde sister keeps slobbering on my nuts. "Sounds even better," she remarks with evident lust.

"And it would be, if that was all," I reply, grabbing her hair and pushing her down until I'm balls-deep in her squeezing, slick throat once more. "But normally, any woman who witnesses a twerking addiction reach its peak live gains one too, and we're being broadcast live to an audience of at least..." I pause, looking up at one of the big screens overhead that shows what the viewers of the various camera drones are watching. Every single one is showing an angle on the Doctor as she dips and swings her hips while a quartet of the other dancers - clearly acquainted, if their synchronicity and matching outfits are any indication, crawl towards her. "...two-hundred-and-fifty billion people."

I don't bother mucking around with the demographics - there's only so big a number of women you can inflict ass expansion and instinctive twerking on before it stops mattering to you if it gets any more, and I figure that that number for me is somewhere below however many are already tuned in. "Sounds brilliant," the blonde Sam moans needily from between my legs, as I see both of the Sams' gazes flick over to the most convenient screen for their position, "when do you think it'll happen?" I smirk.

"Normally about now."

The Doctor bends her legs slightly and plants her hands her hands on her knees before beginning to buck her hips rapidly, while the four women gathered around her make a show of worshiping her bare, muscular legs. All of a sudden, her expression morphs first into a brief one of shock as she feels what's happening to her and then into an ecstatic grin as the final burst of growth-induced pleasure fills her. The screens all around us are filled with even more smooth, creamy flesh than they already were, as the seams of the Doctor's shorts split open under the **** of her expanding ass and the strings of her thong snap. A thin sheen of perspiration makes her enormous globes shine under the stage lights as the sight of them draws moans and cries of desire from all around the room.

Clearly still high on pleasure, the Doctor doesn't react as the women licking and kissing her legs move upwards to worship her ass, instead reaching out and slapping the asses of two dancers near her. The screens suddenly cut to a close up of her mouth for second, and several billion enthralled women see their mistress, their idol, their goddess bite her lip and mouth one word...

'Fuck.'

It was probably just an involuntary movement - a natural reaction to feeling a pair of thick, jiggly booties under your fingers as four hopelessly lusty women worship your own in front of billions of people - but it doesn't matter. The female segment of the crowd's minds are too doped up on the sight of her ass to rationalise anything, so the moans and screams of pleasure immediately grow even louder as they immediately rush to obey.

The Sams yank my legs out from under me and only hitting someone behind me on my way down gives me enough time to tilt my head forwards enough to avoid smacking it against the floor when I land. They must have plenty of practice, because they move with such speed and synchronicity that I'd almost think they were the same person. The blonde Sam shimmies out of her jeans as the dark-haired one tosses her already-removed shorts over her shoulder, before dropping to her knees astride my head and pressing her hips down. My tongue lashes her tight pussy as she grinds it down onto my mouth, flicking over her swollen clit and probing inside her while she wiggles her phat ass from side to side looking for the most comfortable spot to sit on my face. I reach up blindly and seize a handful of each cheek as - presumably - the blonde Sam's cunt begins to engulf my cock in a tunnel of flesh just as tight and hot as her throat.

I decide to give the blonde Sam a reward for being such a good little ball-polisher, and a few moments later I feel her now cum-stuffed form being hauled off of me and replaced by an equally-tight - though not nearly as well-trained - cunt before the dark-haired girl riding my face presses down insistently and I let myself be lost in the haze of fucking that's consuming the room...