Things get hotter

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Dion’s woozy mind rang with alarms as soon as he heard the woman’s voice. Looking up he stared at a stripper, probably from Brazil judging by her accent and her bronzed skin. She was wearing a black leather bra, garter belt and panties. Black fishnet stockings and matching high heeled leather boots completed her outfit. The vision of this attractive woman ready to get naked for him was enough to wake up Dion’s barely tamed massive fuckstick. His whole groin was now pulsing with desire, clouding his mind drunk with lust and ****.

« N-No, I need to go, I-I shouldn’t be here » he stammered while trying to get up and leave. With his drunken mind and his painfully erect cock impending his movements, it became a difficult task. Stumbling on his feet, he tripped on a chair before his face hit a corner of the table, making him lose consciousness.

Dion groaned sleepily as he finally regains consciousness. His vision was blurred, the world swimming back and forth before he could focus on anything. The maddening passion was still in his veins. He could feel it tearing away at his mind, pulsing through his body while concentrating into a single point of intense pleasure radiating from his groin. As the fogginess slowly cleared, he could feel it, a wet mouth trying to engulf the head of his cock, lips and fingers licking and massaging his length, enticing him to pump his hips into the air, to ram his cock into the unknown, hungry mouth.

His vision slowly returning, he saw the head of a blonde haired woman dancing over his crotch. A pair of green eyes looked up at him while the short haired blonde removed her mouth from his erect shaft.

“Look Larissa, our big boy is finally waking up” she said while slowly stroking Dion’s cock with her hand, her eyes full of lust and desire.

“Told you it will be a good way to wake him, after all, a dick like that shouldn’t be wasted” answered the Brazilian stripper from earlier.

Looking around him, Dion became slowly aware of his surroundings. He was sitting on a chair in what looked like a storage room, with boxes labelled with **** brands. A First aid kit was near him.

The combination of a strong headache he has and his inhuman lust didn’t help his mind, he didn’t remember why he was here or what’s going on with him but he now had 2 attractives women on her knees in front of him. Right now his only concern was the intense sensation burning in his loin.Leaning back in his chair, he gave the 2 women enough room to kneel in front of him, giving them full access to his engorged dick. The small-breasted little blonde slurped a good part of his length down her throat and then bobbed up and down rapidly.

“Porcaria! Shit Corrina leaves some for me, it was my idea to remove his pants so let me suck it.”

Corrina didn’t stop immediately, instead of redoubling her efforts sucking Dion’s fuckmeat. Moaning with her mouth full of cock, she was rewarded with a blast of precum, the warm fluid coating the insides of her mouth and throat. Opening her mouth wider, she managed to swallow another inch of cock and gave one strong hard suck while twirling her tongue around his cock head, lapping up all of his pre-splooge and swallowing it.

"MMMMMMMMMMM" she hummed, rolling her green eyes while savouring the taste of Dion’s fluids. With a pop, she pulled her suctioning mouth off of his prick and then let go of his rock-hard erection. Sitting on her haunches, she extended her small pink tongue, and licked away at her precum’s mattered hand with long exaggerated strokes, while keeping eye contact with him through a hazy lust induced stare. She didn’t know why she did that, it was so out of character for her but she felt the need to give this stranger the sluttiest, most depraved show possible displaying her cum-consuming appetite.

Larissa wasted no more time, still wearing her leather set of bra and panties and her stockings. The sight of this brown-skinned woman dressed like a whore kneeling in front of him caused Dion’s hard cock to pulse again, letting out another rivulet of pearly fluid, which trickled down the underside of his glans. Larissa hungrily took the heard of his cock in her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it while savouring the intoxicating taste.

"Mmmmmmlllpppp!" She sucked hard on it before letting it pop free of her mouth for a moment. "Meu Deus, so fucking tasty," she sighed before taking it back into her mouth, trying to deep-throat it this time, her hand moving up and down the shaft as spit ran down the length.

"Damn girl, and you said earlier you didn’t like to suck cocks, it’s already your second time with it and you're swallowing it deeper than earlier, you’re such a slut,” said Corrina. Larissa didn’t answer, too busy trying to take more and more of Dion’s cock, and slowly succeeding as her gag reflex began to vanish.

Meanwhile, Corrina had removed her top and skirt and began to kiss Dion while slowly massaging her bare breasts. Dion didn’t notice the taste of his pre on Corrina’s tongue; it only clouded his mind with more lust. She then directed his mouth on her tits, watching how the entranced man sucked on one nipple then the other, squeezing the firm mounds, his tongue leaving a trail of saliva between them. "Fuck that's so hot," the blonde said, watching her friend blow Dion while one of hand was busy fingering her pussy.

“MMmmmm, want to share?” Larissa asked her, licking Dion’s cock. Corrina quickly dropped to her knees, both of them licking at the 14 inches montercock. They looking up at him as they slowly worked upwards along it until, eventually, they reached the bulbous head. Their tongues pushed it back and forth, spit covering the purple head, lapping at the pre-cum that dribbled from the end. After that they started to take turn sucking it, wrapping their lips around his cock and slowly taking inch after inch into their mouths. Dion did nothing but groan as he watched helplessly the 2 women blowing him, taking turn bobbing their heads back and forth, the big knob nudging into the back of their throats as they took on the seemingly impossible task to swallow all of it.

"So fucking big," Corrina said in awe, her hand sliding up and down as the stripper sucked on the head. They swapped again, the blonde taking the pulsating cock head in her mouth as Larissa jerked on the shaft.

"Now that it's all slippery," Larissa said. "Why don’t you put this beast between our tits and fuck them?” Both of them wanted more contact with this massive slab of fuckmeat, yet they were still afraid of putting it into their cunt, despite the fact that they were somehow able to distend their throat enough to suck a foot of it. Titfucking was a good option for them, but they needed to do it together.

The two of them pushed their soft boobs against each other, Larissa, bronzed D’s against Corrina’s perky B’s, sandwiching Dion’s throbbing manhood between them. They moan a little as their nipples catch on each other, and start licking at the protruding cockhead.

Corrina was a little self-conscious about her small breast, knowing that they were totally inadequate against this massive cock. She had always several top-heavy strippers in the club, including her Brazilian friend. So when she felt a warm pressure in her breast and felt them slowly expand she didn’t freak out, accepting the change with glee while a small, shrinking part of her mind screamed about how wrong it is.

Pleasure suffused her entire being. She felt it on her skin, in her soaking cunt, in her growing tits and inside her brain. Any remnant of resistance, restraint, and morality that might remain was disappearing with each lick, each taste of Dion’s fluid, each thrust of her tits against Larissa’s –are they growing too? - she wondered.

“MMmmm, fuck yeah, I don’t know about you little whore but I really want to put this big thing in my tight little pussy right now,” Larissa said while her friend was swallowing another burst of fluid.

The stripper’s words had an immediate effect on Dion, starting to regain his senses; he began to mumble about how he was married and couldn’t fuck them, about how he shouldn’t do this. His mind was still hazy and didn’t remember exactly what happened before he ended up in this club or why he couldn’t cum despite the girl’s talented mouths.

“It’s a little too late to think about your wife stud,” Larissa said, her now EE cups breasts mashed against Corrina’s equally big tits.

“I think I know what can change his mind” Corrina answered, sensing a way to convince him while finally realizing an old fantasy she had since she began to work here.