NOVPUB[•This Chapter is dedicated to all diamond_level fans and golden_gifters]
[#stripper #deepthroat #groupie #titsuck]
In the days of Giselle Van Imperia's reign, Rafel had seen many dancers at fun events—the twirling, the tapping, the twerking—but Brandy…
Brandy was a goddamn gem.
The very first thing she did got Rafel on one: she gripped the pole, bent forward in her lingerie and spiked heels, and kissed the silver. He felt it in his dick.
"Hoooly! Where did you get her?" Rafel glanced at Ursula.
Her smile was proud. She didn't answer, just the smile. Her green reptile eyes were on the lit stage, and Rafel quickly returned his to it. Neither of them wanted to take their eyes off Brandy, not for a second. The curvaceous Legata had let down her hair; the robust mamba slithered over her breasts, curling several times around her belly. Rafel's right hand was still in her lap and Ursula quietly crossed her legs, effectively securing his palm in the warm cleft of her thighs.
She was hot against his fingers… she was the real woman.
Rafel knew if he tried she'd let him touch her in that warm, intimate spot. But he wanted the build-up. The slow-burn. They had the entire evening. And Brandy—gods help him—was one hell of a firestarter.
He watched her tongue stroke the smoothness of the cold pole, and then he wanted to fill her mouth with his thing thicker and definitely hotter. Brandy slowly moved around the pole as her heels shimmered, as if she stepped on a throne of crystals, she gave them her back, and in the same manner as before, she went down to her waist. She shook from side to side, making her pert bottom jiggle.
She did a slow squat and then came up gently. "Spread." Ursula said to her.
Brandy was grabbing to the pole. And without turning she pushed apart her legs in her heels, standing the way she did. Rafel glimpsed the thin line of her thong and the sweet holes of her which it hid out—for now. "Bend." Ursula commanded again from the sofa – she uncrossed her legs, and crossed them again, this time the left over the right. Rafel's hand remained snug in the clench.
Brandy was more than happy to obey the light voice of the Legata. She did not speak as she went down. She knew her audience well.
Under her legs, through her amazing thigh-gap, she watched the both of them sigh and lick their lips at seeing more of her privates. The panties were translucent but still in the way. She breathlessly waited to be told it could come off. Meanwhile, seeing the lust swamp out the natural colors of Ursula's eyes as she gazed into her ass made Brandy hornier. She wanted to dip a finger in and give the woman a taste. Perhaps she would, before the night was over.
Brandy let them stare a few more seconds and then rose and began her dance. Away with the teases; her real dance:
She slowly circled the pole, making Rafel's breath catch at her under the spotlight. This girl could've been anything from superstar actress to model magnifique. He told his fellow voyeur this in a cold whisper. "She's amazing!"
"Mhmmm." Ursula nodded. She made explosion motions with her fingers, "poof..! Magic!"
Up on her brilliant throne Brandy had stopped circling and now got to climbing the pole; the way she did it made it seem like she was just floating, up and up. The stage's spotlight feathered over her cream skin. Her careful limbs. Her nubile bod. Her sun-kissed curves. She was a real country honey. Rafel blinked and could see: her, at the helm of a mighty pirate ship, one of those sweet silver eyes hid out in a sexy patch, the ruthless black [Kala Domoni] flag billowing above her head. He blinked again, and there she was, spell-binding and flying high.
Brandy hit the top of the pole and hung down backward. Her grip on the cold silver was only with her thighs. She held on and closed her eyes as the light poured into her marvelous skin.
The pole rotated with her atop it.
"Whoa!" Ursula had never seen such Babylonian pose.
Brandy stayed that way for a while, as if frozen in time. Then she pushed apart her legs. She kept going, till the heel of one leg to the end of the other was one straight line. Her upturned position made the covering veils over her head fall to gravity. It was then she opened her eyes and she looked right at her audience. It was like she was telling them with those gorgeous iris: 'look how wide these legs can go.'
A second passed and she suddenly let go, with her hands.
Sleeee—
The pole whistled as she fell fast. Rafel's amber eyes widened with Ursula's jade ones at the same time; they thought she'd fall.
She didn't.
At the last second, her fingers flexed and she stopped plummeting, right at the bottom of the pole—seven inches off the quartz surface. Only an acrobat could manage to break velocity of such fall.
Ursula was impressed—and aroused.
She clicked her fingers to the sexy girl. "Come here, Brandy."
The bluish spotlight sparkled on her collar as she picked herself off the pole. Brandy attempted to rise but Rafel's bass stopped her before she ever left the stage floor: "Fuck are you doing? Crawl here."
Brandy gulped, nodding dutifully. She pulled up on all fours and started…crawling.
Beside Rafel, Ursula was smiling. Brandy's silver eyes had not left hers. The hot stripper girl wanted more than anything to be used by the Legata and the Ambassador. Ursula was exactly the hot, spicy mature she thirsted for. And Rafel was the golden brawn she wanted to slurp all over. Her body was flushed as she crawled her way down the glittering stage—the pole was left rolling behind her—and the short distance to them. Their eyes were both yellow flame and green fire on her skin; she was burning up in want, and by the time she reached the sprawling sofa, she was breathy with lust.
"I w-want you to use me, please, dominate me. Fuck me till I beg." She said at their feet.
Smack!
Ursula lightly hit her cheek with her left palm. She chuckled. "No more talking, darlin'. From here on out, you're a silent beauty. Hear me?"
She thumbed Brandy's wine-colored lips. The younger woman tried to suck in her finger but Ursula pulled back her hand; she playfully slapped Brandy again. "There'll be plenty for you to suck soon enough." Ursula laughed.
Brandy unintentionally dropped her gaze to her succulent breasts. From the pursing of her lips and dark tints of her eye, she already longed to have the Legata's ripe hills in her mouth. Ursula gently uncrossed her long legs and Rafel's hand appeared out of her laps. His palm was wonderfully warm. Without a shred of shame, Ursula dragged Brandy by the back of her head closer to her, saying, "I've been cooking this specially for you, my darling. Smell it."
Rafel brought his hand down on Brandy's face—the hand that had been smashed between Ursula's big matronly thighs for over ten minutes.
"Mmm." Brandy moaned and put her nose to his fingers, inhaling, panting, sniffing the gape of Ursula's laps but desiring more. Rafel allowed her to smell her fill. He turned his hand this way and that. "You needy little whore. Want the real thing?"
"Mmm. Mhmm!" Brandy nodded sharply.
Rafel and Ursula shared a sinful smile.
"Just a sniff." He told her with a conspiratorial wink.
Ursula's green eyes were greener as she leaned back on the white sofa and pushed apart her thighs. It was dim outside. Cool breeze wafted in and the only light in the noir space was from the lit dais a short distance away. Brandy couldn't believe her eyes when she saw inside the sweet place of a real woman. Ursula only had tights on; black and thin material. The hem of her tight white dress rode up to her waist. She sat and let Brandy and Rafel look their fill.
"You like?" Her voice was a slur.
Brandy nodded. Rafel guided her. "Go on."
Brandy instantly dove in between Ursula's thighs. The Legata stared down at her. "Just the nose. Nope. No tongue for you yet. Just sniff it. Sniff that pussy.
"Mmm," Ursula made a small delighted sound. Brandy had her pretty face up against her black tights and pressed in, smelling her sex as raw need racked her body. "That's enough. Come up." At Ursula's voice, Brandy raised her head and looked up at the bigger, beautiful regent with wet eyes. "You'd like something in your mouth, wouldn't you?" As she spoke, Ursula gave her back to Rafel, pointing behind to her corset. "Release me, would you, Ambassador? Our little harlot would like to suck."
The way she said it made Rafel nearly tear off the damned thing. Ursula and Brandy both had his cock shooting like a spear up; it was so obvious in his pants.
Rafel pulled the binds and Ursula's wicked globes of flesh danced into sight. Her breasts were the shit.
"Suck!"
One word she commanded.
Brandy was literally a puppy waiting for it. She instantly grasped onto the sweet and heavy mounds and pressed her head into it. Her soft mouth closed over the first nipple and Ursula sighed and gripped tightly to her head, keeping her close. "You love 'em big titties, don't you, silver dancer?" Rafel bent his head, growling in Brandy's ear. "I love 'em too."
—Grrrh!
He grabbed another breast and fastened his own mouth to the dark areola. He rolled his tongue on the nub and Ursula lost her ability to breathe. She shivered, eventually looking down. "I can't handle two mouths, fuck." She pulled the pins in Brandy's cocoa hair. Waves of silky brown came tumbling down. And she caressed the healthy tresses as she watched Brandy slow her sucking on her tits. Ursula bit on her bottom lip. "I'm so wet right now," she told both her lovers. "And you look so good licking my boobs, darling," she abruptly pulled at Brandy's hair, "…but I want you to suck him too."
"Way ahead of you, babe." Rafel dragged Brandy's head, harshly down to his groin.
His penis was fat and out—and he hadn't even taken off his pants.
"Suck that cock." Ursula turned on the sofa to fully face them. She put Brandy down, pushing her face deeper into his crotch. "She ain't no amateur. Dick that face." Urging Rafel, she held out her boobs for him to suck with one hand, and with the other she forced Brandy to swallow his girth.
"Ahh." Rafel lost it when he felt himself go down Brandy's throat.
Pah! He slapped Ursula's robust left tit.
While he squeezed her deliciously warm and round flesh, she brought down her head and sucked on herself too. Rafel pushed her big breasts together and fit two nipples in his mouth. Ursula herself toyed with the third.
"Now, back to me." She commanded.
Rafel felt the pulse of Brandy's gullet as he slid out gleaming from her mouth. Pinching her own areolas, Ursula inclined her head down to her waist. "Take 'em off."
Brandy immediately put her hand to the Legata's waist and tried to drag off her underwear. Even though Ursula lightly lifted up the couch, it proved hard with her impossible hips. Brandy—foregone in lust tore the woman's tights right off.
And not a second after tossing it, she dipped her head into Ursula's zaftig thighs and nuzzled her damp entrance with her face.
Rafel caught the panties and stuffed it in Ursula's opening mouth to moan. Brandy was crazed in the scent of Ursula's pussy. She pushed up the older woman's legs and held them up to her chest, wide-spread. "Mmm," she inhaled all over the slit. "I love this pussy." And Ursula couldn't order her to be quiet over the panties stuffed in her mouth. Rafel let his mouth free her swollen pink nipple, but just for a second so he could stare down and whisper, "a very nice pussy."
Brandy's hair was glorious in a brown flourish around her as she lifted her eyes to pin Ursula's; the Legata was shaking.
"Tongue?" the brown-haired darling asked.
Ursula nodded.
She watched, enchanted and maddened in desire as Brandy licked her lips like she was about to engage a feast and moved forward more on her knees. The hungry look in her eyes alone had Ursula trembling. She almost begged the young woman to NOT lick her pussy; the torture of the pleasure.
The moment Brandy's sweet tongue landed on her labia, like a wet, warm, velvety towel, Ursula broke asunder.
She came on her tongue. But the girl had just begun her service. Rafel choked Ursula to keep her from interfering as Brandy went to town on her pussy: two fingers in the pink paradise and one in her ass, lapping and slurping her entrance the whole time she finger-banged her. Ursula tried to shut out her laps but Rafel was demonic with his grip. The Asphyxiation; her struggle only made her come harder.
Her eyes were blinded out by the force of her own orgasm.
She writhed under the both of them. Rafel was sucking heavily on her titties.
"P-Please," she begged. Her orgasm was one wave after the other. But Brandy was lost in her pure sex. She slathered her saliva onto Ursula, her red face bathed in the woman's hot juices. Rafel sneaked a hand under, pinching down on Ursula's clitoris. She exploded in a stream of squirting.
Rafel wolfed up—his voice: "Fuck. That's it. Yes! Yes, baby. Douse her pretty fucking face."
He too rose on the sofa. Climbing up on the white couch, he stood over both women and grabbed his tensed penis. His shaft throbbed in release as he jerked himself off. Ursula raised her green eyes to watch him do it and Rafel knew he was gone.
Splat!
He came hard.
Splat! Splat!
His semen rushed out of him, bathing Brandy's hair—and when she looked up, her face too.
"Yes, darling. Yes. Give us all that cum."
"You filthy—"
His words choked out when Ursula herself took him in her mouth, sucking out the rest of his hot seed.
Rafel's legs went weak and he fell over her, convulsing into her mouth with her face lodged between his groin and the top of the long sofa. Ursula tongued his balls even as she sucked him. Under, Brandy licked up Rafel's spunk over Ursula's brownish triangle of pubic hair. She licked the seam of her labia, her tongue teased the still clenching asshole.
Slop!
Rafel forced strength to his thighs and pulled out of Ursula's sinful lips. He fell with a heave back to the sofa.
Ursula shut her legs and gently kicked Brandy off with her heel to her forehead. She lay her head to the crest of the immaculate sofa and turned her head to the side, admiring Rafel catch his breath. Night winds from the high windows blew over them, cooling their sweated-out bodies. It was a minute before Ursula moved her serpents gaze back to their shared lady dancer.
"You can come now," she said in the silence.
And finally, Brandy; rested against her quartz stage and watching both her Doms, she fingered herself to a hot climax.
