Stripping in the main room

The guys in the main room were already really horny and impatient. Suddenly the door opened and a new masked woman was pushed inside by two experienced strippers—straight onto the big main stage.

The slut looked around in panic. Hundreds of horny eyes were staring at her. She wanted to get out immediately, but the other two strippers held her tightly by the arms.

“Dance properly already, you stupid cow,” one of them hissed quietly, but loud enough for the front rows to hear. “Last time, the guys pulled the stripper off the stage and all took turns fucking her. The bouncers couldn’t do a thing. Is that what you want too?”

The masked woman turned pale as a sheet beneath her mask. She cast a **** glance toward the door and at the large timer above it: 59 minutes left.

Then she finally began to dance. With the mask on, but now properly sexy—hips swaying, tits jiggling, ass thrust backward. The two experienced strippers helped her immediately. They slowly and provocatively stripped her of her vinyl bodysuit, piece by piece. First the top—heavy, pale tits sprang free, nipples already stiff. Then the panties. The slut suddenly stood completely naked on the brightly lit stage, shaved pussy, tight pink ass, everything visible to the entire room.

The men jeered and whistled.

The two strippers positioned her mercilessly. They **** the masked woman down on all fours, lifted her ass high into the air, and spread her ass cheeks wide apart with both hands. Her pussy opened up, her pink asshole twitching right before the eyes of the front row.

Then they slowly led the naked slut to the very edge of the stage. The men were now standing so close they could feel the warmth of her skin. Her dripping pussy was only inches away from their faces.

Hands shot forward. Bills were shoved into her garter—and at the same time, thick fingers into her pussy and her asshole. Over and over. Anyone who gave money was allowed to finger her. Three, four fingers at once were stuck in her wet slit, twisting, fucking her hard. Another pushed two fingers deep into her asshole and stretched it.

The masked woman moaned loudly. Her legs trembled. She was getting wetter and wetter. Thick, glistening strands of her juices ran down her thighs while the fingers used her without pause.

The other two strippers laughed and kept her in position—ass up, cheeks spread, pussy and asshole open for anyone who gave money.

The climax came when two men pushed their way to the edge at the same time. Four fingers were now fucking her pussy, two more were buried deep in her ass. The slut screamed, her whole body twitching uncontrollably. She came—hard and publicly—while the men continued to finger-fuck her. Her juices literally squirted out, splashing onto their hands and onto the stage.

The guys roared with excitement.

The Masked Woman knelt there trembling, her pussy and asshole wide stretched and dripping, while the two strippers kept her ready for the next round of money and fingers.

38 minutes left.

The masked woman was still kneeling on all fours, trembling, her pussy and asshole wide open and glistening wet from the many fingers that had just fucked her, when suddenly the music got louder and the host stepped up to the mic with a nasty grin.

“And now, you horny pigs—the absolute highlight of the evening!”

The crowd roared. Spotlights came on, red and white lights bathing the stage in glaring light.

“This little masked slut here has already warmed up nicely for you today… but now comes the main course! A real black stud is going to fuck her hard right here on stage—hard, deep, and bareback! And yes, you heard right: He’s going to cum all over her right inside her wet, fertile pussy! Photos and videos are expressly allowed—the mask stays on, so you can upload everything and show your buddies how a real white wedding slut gets fucked!”

The guys in the room exploded with lust. Cell phones were pulled out, flashes went off.

At that very moment, he walked onto the stage.

Jerome. Tall, muscular, jet-black skin that glistened in the light. Completely naked. His huge, thick black cock hung heavy and semi-erect between his legs, the head already glistening, the thick veins visibly pulsing.

The masked woman froze. She stared at the massive black shaft, then frantically at the door and the timer: **32 minutes left**. She wanted to get away, tried to stand up, but the two experienced strippers held her brutally by the arms and pushed her back down onto her knees.

“Stay down there, you cunt,” one of them hissed. “That’s your job now.”

Jerome stepped behind the masked woman with a grin. He roughly grabbed her hips, lifted her ass, and spread her butt cheeks wide apart with one hand. The camera phones zoomed right in on her dripping, open cunt.

He pressed the thick, black head of his cock right against her hole—you could see her labia stretching as the massive head slowly pushed inside her. The masked woman let out a quiet scream, her whole body tensing.

Then Jerome thrust forward.

With a hard thrust, he rammed his entire thick cock all the way into her tight, wet pussy. The slut screamed loudly, her tits jiggling wildly as he immediately fucked her hard and deep. Every thrust made her pussy slap, thick strands of cum squirting out with every withdrawal.

The guys went wild. Cell phones filmed from all sides, camera flashes went off nonstop.

Jerome fucked her mercilessly—deep, fast, brutal. Her tits slapped loudly against each other, her ass jiggled with every impact of his hips. The Masked Woman moaned and whimpered, her legs trembling uncontrollably as the huge black cock filled her completely.

After a few minutes, Jerome sped up, his balls slapping loudly against her clit. He roared, gripped her hips even tighter, and rammed himself into her one last time, all the way to the hilt.

Then he came...

The masked woman was still kneeling on all fours, her ass thrust high in the air, while the huge black cock slowly slid out of her pussy. A thick, white stream of cum gushed out immediately—thick, sticky clumps ran in long strands over her swollen, red labia, dripped from her clit, and slapped loudly against the stage. Her pussy gaped wide open, a big, red hole from which cream flowed incessantly and ran down her pale thighs.

The crowd went wild.

Two minutes left.

At that very moment, the two experienced strippers returned to the stage. They laughed loudly and lewdly, bent down, and greedily snatched up all the tips. They ripped the bills out of their garters, gathered the bills scattered all over the stage, and stuffed everything into their own bras and panties. The masked woman didn’t get a single bill.

“We’re keeping the rest, you stupid cow,” one of them hissed loud enough for the front rows to hear. “You were just the warm-up act anyway.”

The two strippers turned around and left the stage without even glancing at the masked woman. They just left her there—naked, trembling, covered in cum, semen streaming from her pussy and forming a small white puddle beneath her.

The red door to the dressing room suddenly opened.

The masked woman looked over in panic. Her legs were shaking so badly she couldn’t stand up. Instead, she started crawling—on all fours, like a cheap bitch. Her ass wiggled with every crawling step, her heavy tits hung low and swung heavily back and forth. With every crawl, more thick cum dripped out of her wide-open pussy, trailing long strands behind her and leaving a wet, shiny trail on the stage floor.

The men roared with laughter and lust. Cell phones filmed every second: how her dripping cunt smacked with every step, how her asshole was still twitching, how the white strands of cum dangled from her thighs and slapped against the floor. She crawled slowly, exhausted, humiliated, her gaze fixed on the open door, while hundreds of eyes watched her crawl off the stage like a used cum-slut.

Just before she reached the door, she paused for a moment on all fours, her ass thrust up once more, as if she wanted to show her cum-soaked cunt to the entire room one last time.

Then she finally crawled into the dressing room and disappeared.

The door slammed shut behind her.

The crowd was still going wild. The show was over—but the cum on the stage and the memory of the crawling, dripping Masked Woman would remain.