Tastes so good make a grown man cry, sweet cherry pie

When Nick and the others stepped out of the elevator, they assumed they were still in the hotel, in one of its many rooms. They had no way of knowing they were on the top floor of a villa halfway across the island.

“This is nice,” Carly said, looking around the spacious lounge. “Very cozy.”

The room was round. Near the back, a stage stuck out from the curved wall, with four strip poles on it. Dim lights flashed different colors as music pounded, exciting and enticing people to watch, but there was nothing to see. Large lounge chairs littered the floor, providing more than enough space for everyone to sit.

“Do they serve food here?” Marley asked, looking around curiously.

“Forget about the food,” Dani huffed. “Where are the strippers? We didn’t come to this club for nothing, you know.”

“I agree!” Gina threw back her head and cackled. “Let’s get a move on! Strippers! Woooo!”

Carly flashed a grin towards the punk girl. They were on the same page for this one.

Nick was also curious about the strippers. …For all the normal reasons, sure, but these would be the first new people that he would see since he came to the island. He doubted that Sylvia would have faeries and their small frames get on those poles, they were definitely sized for regular women. Were there really other humans here?

They all sat down on the plush couches and chairs. Dakota made sure to squeeze in next to Nick, and Gina got on his other side, clinging possessively to him. At the same time, Marley made sure to get her own seat, leaving Carly in the lurch.

So she sat down on a love seat, right next to Dani.

“Uh… should you really be sitting here?” Dani asked, a little embarrassed. She expected that Carly would be more interested in draping herself over Nick.

“Oh, for sure,” Carly grinned, glancing towards the trio crammed together on a two-person couch. “I’m the kind of gal who likes to watch.”

Dani didn’t doubt that. Heck, knowing Carly, she’d wager the cosplayer would want to be on the stage herself! But that probably wouldn’t happen.

The music got louder and the beat intensified. A familiar voice echoed across the room. “Hello there, Nick Reynolds’ Bachelor Paaaarty!”

Everyone’s hearts dropped.

Sylvia strutted out of the backstage door, shaking her hips rather seductively herself as she twirled her cane. A wicked smile danced across her lips as she leaned forward, pushing out her chest.

“Sylvia,” Nick groaned. “I should have guessed.”

“Oh, my, no, no no no,” Sylvia clicked her tongue, shaking her head. “I won’t be stripping for you, my boy. No, I’m here to introduce you to the lovely ladies who will be filling your fantasies tonight!”

She licked her lips. “Presenting… she’s a sexy maid who knows what it’s like to be unfulfilled, ready to be of service however she can… give it up for Holly Honeybush!”

Sylvia stepped aside with a flourish and the first woman walked up onto the stage. Immediately, the tone of the evening was set.

“Holly?!” Nick sat up in shock as Holly strutted up to the first pole, wrapping her lithe fingers around it and pulling herself up. She rubbed her crotch against the slick metal, gyrating against it like it was Nick’s cock and she was **** for a ride. All the while, her eyes fucked Nick hard as hearts flared up inside her pupils, and her lips parted to let out a drooling moan.

Nick felt his cock start to harden in his pants. In spite of Holly’s claims about not being able to arouse or satisfy him, he had never once thought that was the case. It didn’t matter that her proportions were petite, he didn’t care about that. Her overwhelming devotion, the arousal he saw plastered across her face, it was more than he could bear. If it wasn’t for the shock, and the women pressed in on either side of him, he might just run over to the stage and pull her own off of it and into his lap!

“Damn, who knew Holly had moves like that?” Carly wondered, shaking her head in disbelief.

Dani couldn’t help but agree. She’d never seen the scrawny girl as anything that amazing. But while she may have lacked curves, she knew how to put her petite frame to good use, practically attacking the pole like woman dying of thirst finding a sink.

Holly pulled back slightly, squeezing her legs around the pole as she held on with one hand. With the other, she tore off the top of her maid outfit, exposing her small bra for everyone to see. It barely covered her nipples, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“Whoa, this is kinda… wait, is that…?” Gina’s eyes glanced from the stage towards the door.

“Our next dancer, a dark magic lady who will cast a spell to make you hard as a rock, our witchy little goth girl, Morgana Melons!” Sylvia declared, filling the room with muted, ethereal applause.

Morgana walked robotically up onto the stage. She seemed petrified, with her pale face locked into a hollow stare. But once she actually got onto the pole, she seemed to practically melt, becoming more comfortable as she pressed her meaty body up against it.

She shouldn’t have moves like that; she couldn’t have moves like that! But Nick couldn’t deny what he was seeing with his own eyes.

Morgana’s gothicc booty bounced like it was made of jello. She began grinding her skirt up against the black pole, soaking it in her juices. Nick knew it was wrong to stare at her like this, but he just couldn’t look away! She may not have been looking at him, but he knew- this performance was for his sake, and nobody else’s.

Then she threw back her head, flinging off her witch hat and sending a river of midnight hair cascading behind her. Crushing the stripper pole between her thick thighs, she hung upside down, practically battering her face with her gigantits.

Her eyes met Nick’s and her face turned red. Just like that, all her newfound skill vanished and she clumsily fell from her perch, overwhelmed by embarrassment.

Marley winced. That looked rough.

“You good?” Carly called out to her.

Morgana quickly scrambled to her feet. Stiff as a board, she didn’t know what else to do, so she tore off her top like Holly did, sending her massive melons flopping out, covered in black lace. If she were a bit more bold she might go topless, but she wasn’t used to being the center of attention like this.

Her hand trembled and she reached up to grab the pole, hoisting herself back up onto it. Deciding to go for a safer performance, she locked in her hips and began to spin, sending her curves shaking as she twisted and gyrated for everyone to see.

“Next up, a saucy teacher’s pet who wants you to give her a D in exchange for her T&A, here’s… Kim Cummings!” Sylvia announced next.

Nick’s eyes bulged in shock. More surprising than Holly, more stunning than Morgana, the next girl to walk up onto the stage completely blew his mind.

Like Morgana, Kim didn’t ooze sex at first. But she still seemed a lot more comfortable. She wiggled her hips as she climbed the stairs, flashing a coy smile at Nick and the girls over her shoulder. She reached the pole and caressed it lovingly, rubbing it against her cheek as she lifted her platform heels off the floor and took it for a spin.

Morgana was shy, and Holly loved it when Nick looked at the other girls. But Kim seemed to revel in the attention. Her body may not have been even close to a match for the goth girl she followed, but she was far more eager to show it off.

Taking advantage of how trim her middle was getting, she gyrated her waist up and down the pole, drawing attention to it as she made a slow rotation. Then she got down to business immediately. With one hand she pulled her tie free, flinging it into the crowd. She’d been aiming for Nick, of course, but it ended up smacking Marley in the face instead.

Evidently, her newfound stripper skills did not come with improved aim.

“Sorry!” She called from the stage, putting a lot more throat into it than she’d expected. She cast a dazzling smile across the crowd, and Dani felt her heart skip a beat.

What are you doing!? She chastised herself. This is Kim we’re talking about! You’re not seriously drooling over Kim, are you?!

She’d seen the girl naked or almost naked countless times now, thanks to all their workouts. And yet, she seemed so much more eager and attractive now than she ever had back then.

Nick couldn’t help but agree. Seeing Kim loving this so much was awakening all new sorts of feelings in his mind. He imagined a strip pole installed in the Master’s Suite, and seeing Kim atop it, making love to it in a private show for his eyes only.

Kim didn’t stop with her tie, because of course she didn’t. She practically tore her shirt into rags as she ripped it off her, letting it fall to the stage to show the others her chest. While not the biggest, they looked lovely on her trim figure, especially when she cut through the bullshit and lost the bra, as well.

This time her aim was right on the mark, and it landed in Nick’s lap.

I can’t believe it… this is… it’s so exhilarating! Kim’s bright smile wasn’t some performance. This wasn’t like her trying to win over customers. No, she was filled with excitement and glee as she showed off her tits to the audience, letting them see her in her purest form. It felt so honest, so open, she was glad that she’d trusted her instincts and got onto this stage.

Nick’s eyes are all over me, she realized, meeting his heated gaze. She felt her lower lips moisten, soaking through her g-string. He can’t get enough! He wants me, he really wants me!

The thought of that made her lick her lips in anticipation. Her body felt like she was swimming through magma she was so hot! She wanted to say “screw it” to the strip tease and throw herself into his arms, basking in the attention of the others as she rode the fuck out of his throbbing hard cock…

She could just barely make it out in the dim glow of the strobe lights, but she knew he was already hard. She remembered how good it felt to have that thing in her mouth, to feel him swell inside her, explode down her throat…

“Damn… Kim’s really getting into this…” Carly muttered, unable to tear her eyes from the arousing asian. Having a teensy bit of an exhibitionist streak herself, she could tell when someone was basking in the glow of everyone’s attention. And with the **** in her system, it was really making her hot.

“I know… I can’t believe it…”

Carly turned towards Dani, seeing how passionate her gaze was towards the girls on the stage. She was squirming in her seat, rubbing her thighs against each other, and it wasn’t hard to imagine why.

A playful thought came over Carly and she shifted a little, pressing her boobs into the other girl.

“You want her, don’t you?” Carly whispered into Dani’s ear. The cloying honey of her voice, right up in the tomboy’s ear, brought the blue-haired girl crashing back down to earth. She snapped her head around and stared at Carly in shock.

“Wh-what? No, I…”

“It’s okay, I totally get it…” Carly panted, feeling her own arousal skyrocketing. Things were getting really hot really fast, and the booze running through her was telling her that she needed to get some hands on her, now. “I’m feeling it too.”

“You… you are…?” Dani gulped, staring at Carly in amazement. The raw desire burning in the other girl’s eyes, it was something she’d been wanting to see for a long time. It may have been due to the heat of the moment, but right now they were both ready to go wild.

This is wrong… she’s drunk, and she probably doesn’t mean it… but still… should I…? Dani didn’t know what to do. She knew Carly probably didn’t want her; she just wanted sex. And a big part of that was the ****.

Could Dani still let this happen, even knowing that?

As for Carly, she knew it was probably the wrong thing to do, making a move on Dani like this. Going after just about anybody else would have been the safer and more moral decision. But maybe there had been a reason she crowded in on the loveseat with Dani, instead of finding her own chair. When she got drunk, she wanted to get physical. And Dani definitely wanted to get physical with her.

Something needed to stop them, because they wouldn’t be able to stop themselves.

Right on cue, Kim’s tartan skirt smacked into Dani’s face, and she saw red and black. Not having Carly’s heated gaze in her eyes was enough to cool her down, and she pushed the other girl away.

“Th-this… this isn’t the best time,” she stammered, sitting upright. “Something like this… not… just not now, okay?”

Carly frowned in disappointment. But there was nothing she could do. She sighed.

Meanwhile, onstage, Kim was getting bolder. Her panties were the only piece of clothing she had left to conceal herself, and Morgana was taking notice.

The goth bit her lip. She was hotter than Kim. She should be able to get everybody’s attention, and yet all eyes were glued onto the tomboy.

Taking a deep breath, Morgana made a bold next step.

She took off her bra.

Lacking the coordination to throw it into the crowd, she just let it flop to the floor. But no one cared where it landed; their attention was solely on what it had concealed, and what was now being shown.

Two huge, pale, meaty breasts bounced free, unencumbered by any type of coverage. Her nipples, like tiny pale caps, turned hard even though the room was warm with sex. Like two white watermelons her tits jumped and bapped around as their witchy owner humped the pole, gyrating in a way to draw attention to them. When she finally leaned forward and squeezed them around the shaft like it was a hard cock, Nick finally turned her way.

His dick screamed angrily against his jeans. Even though Gina’s blowjob had completely drained him, it was like that had never happened. He was full of drive and he needed relief. He had seen her breasts before, but not like this time.

In that moment, he didn’t care that she was 18. That was old enough. She was hot and she was showing off for him, and that made him want her more than anything.

Sensing Nick was almost at his breaking point, Sylvia went all-in.

“And now, for our final girl of the night, give it up for Rosemary’s Baby!”

The tone of club changed drastically when Rose took the stage. She carried herself with the desperation of Holly, but with a body charged for sex like Morgana, and the eagerness to show off that Kim had embraced. And all three of those things combined into a single steamy package that oozed sex.

Rose took the final pole, right in the center of the stage. Immediately, her actions were meant to arouse. She didn’t even wait until she started dancing to show off, shrugging the tight shirt off of her shoulders so the only thing above her waist was a scarlet bikini top. She seldom wore red, but no one could deny how good it looked on her. She shook her chest as she took to the pole, her necklace dangling down between her breasts as a teasing reminder of how big and soft they would feel wrapped around a cock.

Nick’s cock.

Seeing her perform for him like this was like a glimpse of Rose the way she used to be. When she was putting on a show and pretending to be a made-for-sinning seductress, teasing him with every word and touch. She’d reprised the role brilliantly, making him long for that touch again. But it hurt so much more now, because he knew he couldn’t have her yet. That just made him want her more.

Rose rolled her curvy hips in slow, lazy circles. Clasping the pole nice and tightly, she looked straight into Nick’s eyes and licked her lips. He winced and glared up at her. She knew exactly what she was doing, the bitch! She knew the torment she was putting his dick through, and she loved it!

She was good. She was amazing, really. He knew what made her such a great actress. Because she was actually convincing him. The more he watched her throw herself into the performance, the more convinced he was that this was the real thing. This was who Rose really was, a trashy slut with a dripping cunt who shook her ass to arouse men like him and entice them inside of her.

It was a lie, an act, and he knew it. But he didn’t care what he knew; he wanted to believe it was real, and his dick certainly did too.

With all four girls onstage now the music picked up the pace. It drove them all to move faster, faster, faster, bouncing their curves and shaking their hips with raucous fervor fueled by an abundance of hormones and the intoxicating atmosphere.

Rose wouldn’t let the other girls steal her spotlight, no matter how hard they tried. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the pole and dropped her ass into a squat, tearing her skirt away as she did. Her crimson thong flossed her ass cheeks as she began to twerk, bouncing that plump booty and flaunting it for all to see. Nick’s eyes were locked upon her sweat-glistened flesh, and he didn’t even notice slender fingers creep their way into his pants until he felt someone grip his cock hard.

“Don’t look away,” Dakota’s voice tickled his ear. “Don’t take your eyes off her.”

He didn’t even hesitate, he just let out a moan and nodded. Then he felt a second hand join the first.

“Hey…” Gina whined, her fingers intertwining around Dakota’s. “That’s mine…”

Working together, the two women danced their hands up and down Nick’s shaft. When one girl went low, the other went high. If Dakota fondled his balls, then Gina wrapped around his head. If Gina squeezed tight on the base, then Dakota’s fingers teased up the underside towards the frenulum. It was a coordinated effort that had certainly not been planned, and only made possible thanks to the desperation of two VERY determined girls.

And Nick hardly even noticed. Oh, he certainly felt their fingers stimulating him, and he knew he’d lost his pants at some point in order to make room. But that all felt like an afterthought, like background noise; at the moment, Rose occupied all his thoughts.

The blonde rose from her feet, popping her hips, and twirled around the pole, locking eyes with Nick. Then she licked her lips, and laughed. She fucking laughed. A throaty cackle that showed she knew just how **** he was for her, and that she loved his hunger just as much as he hated it. She lifted herself up with one hand as the other traced over her trim belly, stroking the spot just above her womb. Nick’s mind immediately flashed to Mary, and for a second he thought about how absolutely amazing it would be to make a baby in Rose as well.

She was hot. Her body was to die for, and unlike a lot of women here, it was completely natural. The sensual blonde came from irrefutably perfect stock. If you wanted to make a baby that would be guaranteed to be the cutest thing in the world, you wanted to make it with her.

Then her hand went higher and tore off her bra, and thoughts of babymaking turned back into raw sex as he imagined getting his hands on those things and mauling them until they were red and bruised.

On earth, he never would have had a chance with a woman like that. In a real strip club, she would have been unattainable, the hottest and sexiest girl there, the one everybody wanted but no one could have.

And she was showing off for him. She was focusing all her attention on him.

Rose locked her thighs against the pole and held her torso out at arm’s length, letting her tits bounce free as she humped against the steel. Her poor thong was being assaulted on all sides! As it soaked in her juices she practically jammed it into the crevice of her pussy as her lips parted against the pole, ignoring the cold metal kiss as she focused entirely on giving the sexiest show she could.

Then her eyes flashed and she pulled herself forward, shifting her strength into her arms as she spread her legs wide. Hugging the pole with her breasts, she wrapped one leg around it to balance while her hand dropped down to her moist little slit and began to rub it. She played with her cunny as she spun, and then gave the g-string its final farewell- with a sharp yank she tore the poor garment away, letting it fall uselessly onto the ground as the oozing honeypot it vainly tried to conceal was bared for the world to see.

Rose: 3300 BP + 1000 BP = 4300 BP

“Ooooh!” She moaned over the music, grinding herself even harder. Nick’s eyes were glued to her thick, dripping mound, so thirsty for dick and yet completely untouched. A virgin flower that had overgrown into a lush fruit in **** need for a plucking that was long overdue.

If not for the two girls who already had a firm grasp of cock, Nick might have been tempted to run up on that stage and push her down then and there. Instead, he let the two girls pleasure him as he humped at the air, thirsting after Rose more than he ever had before.

“I think he’s cumming…” Gina desperately groaned. Dakota moaned in agreement.

Nick had promised his semen to Gina, but he was about to break that vow. Sure, she might have gotten her hands on it thanks to her firm grip on the head of his cock, but this load was for Rose and Rose alone.

He sprayed out into the punk girl’s hand, slumping back into his seat with a relieved sigh.

Handjob! +3 VP

Handjob! +3 VP

“Mmm,” Gina moaned, bringing her hand up to her lips and licking it. Her digits were absolutely DRENCHED in sperm, her entire hand was practically bathed in white. She nearly orgasmed as she sucked on her finger, licking it dry and moving onto the next.

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From her position upon the (dubiously named) seat of honor, Mary felt a stirring in her loins. She’d watched the whole sexy show, and bit her lip so hard she nearly drew blood.

I shouldn’t be finding this so hot… it’s wrong… and yet I just can’t turn away! Mary knew that things like strip clubs were seedy places of sin and debauchery. And yet, seeing her future husband desire other women so badly…

She should have been disgusted. But she was too horny for that. Squeezing her legs tightly to try and stem off the flow of her juices, she ran her fingers through Dawn’s hair like the girl actually was a cat, and moaned.

Mary imagined Nick marrying every woman up on that stage. And the ones in the audience, too. He would take all of them as his brides, and plant his seed in their bellies, forcing it to take root.

They’d become his pregnant breeding wives, fulfilling the word of God to be fruitful and multiply in the truest meaning possible. Just the thought of that almost… almost…!

“Haaahn!” Mary squirted, slumping back into her chair. She took a moment to catch her breath, stunned that she’d orgasmed just from her thoughts.