Kelli helps herself (and you).

"I don't... don't know," you stammer as you see the experienced stripper's long fingernails head for your jeans' zipper. "I really shouldn't leave Kelly in there like that!" you say, looking back up at the peepshow window. You're not sure why exactly you are worried. Your long-time friend is busy masturbating to someone at another window.

"Come on, stud!" she purrs, leaning towards you, the scent of her heavy perfume hard to ignore. "You don't want to be wandering the halls of a peepshow lounge sporting a pecker like that do you? Some of the guys might think you have a thing for them!"

You highly doubted it, but your lust and admiration for this sexy stripper allow you to be swayed into believing what she says. You nod in resignation, knowing it is probably not the best idea.

Her hands move quickly to finish the task at your crotch. Your zipper is now down, and she has wrangled your cock from your briefs. You are indeed sporting another massive hard-on. Hard to believe, with your friend masturbating on a stage before you, and a strange, but beautiful, blonde naked at your side, pawing at your crotch.

Kelli seems little concerned with why you have an erection, only that you do. She swings one of her long dancer's legs across your legs and straddles you again, looking you eye to eye. As she dampens any resolve you have left with a smouldering stare from her dark massacred eyes, she grasps the base of your cock and aims the head to her seemingly always wet pussy.

You enjoy the feel of that slippery pussy as it envelopes your thick cock. You can't help but push back at her as the stripper begins to ride you like a child on a horsy.

Kelli all but rips your shirt open as she strokes your smooth bare chest as she continues to buck on top of your pistoling prick. You try to get a glimpse of your friend, Kelly, but she grasps you under the jaw with both hands and kisses you hard on the lips, forcing her tongue into your mouth, whether you want it or not.

As Kelli continues to ride you hard as the nude blonde sits on top of your more-or-less fully dressed self. Her hands tug at your hair as she continues to passionately kiss you.

Even though you'd really like this to end so you can help Kelly out of this mess, you try to hold back your cum as long as possible, hoping to please the gorgeous blonde stripper.

Trying to help her cum along, you find her smallish titties and maul them, tweaking the nipples and pulling them hard. You can tell this excites her, and you continue to do so, until you feel her pussy grasp your cock tight.

That causes you to cum as well. You buck forward, no longer able to hold back your fuck-lust. You rise from your seat and carry the peepshow worker along with you, pressing her back against the booth's glass as you continue to fuck into her. You keep pistoning into her as her cries reverberate around the small room, until you've given her all you have.

"Oh, God! You are a stud!" Kelli manages to breathe before she settles her head on your shoulder.

Finally able to see around the sex shop employee, you look to the circular stage behind the glass before you and find. . . nothing. There is no sign of Kelly and the other windows all appear to be shut.