Key West Lacey Alexander (sad books to read .txt) 📖

with the pole.” Then he chuckled. “Mainly because I’ve seen what she can do to a pole.”

“No poles on a desert island.”

“You forget,” he said. Still continuing to stroke and tease her pussy, he nudged his cock against her through their clothes.

She let out a loud laugh, covering her mouth with her hand.

“Damn,” he breathed in her ear, “I wish I could see what you would do my pole right now.”

Unable to help herself, she spread her legs a little wider, moaning softly as his fingers sank deeper into her damp and oh-so-sensitive slit.

“Which one would you pick?” he asked. “If you were going to be stranded on a desert island with another woman.”

She studied the girls on the stage, and finally said, “The one right here, closest to us.”

“Why?”

“I’m into that fringe thing she’s got on—I like the way it falls over her pussy a little bit. And her breasts are gorgeous.”

As if Carrie’s cunt wasn’t throbbing enough already, things got worse when the music changed tempo, speeding up, and the three women converged at the center of the stage. The blonde with the fringe bent to take the brunette’s erect nipple in her mouth and the leather chick approached the brunette from behind, sliding her hands over the other woman’s hips, then raising them to her breasts.

Every person in the room appeared riveted by the new performance taking place, and Carrie’s pussy pulsed even more madly. Chris’s fingers continued grazing her swollen clit.

On stage, the heat rose—the brunette began sucking the pretty blonde’s large, perfect breasts, and the leather girl knelt behind the brunette, leaning in to lick her pussy from behind.

The crowd began to react with catcalls and howls, and Carrie’s eyes were drawn away for a second to a couple in a far corner who looked like they were fucking, the girl bouncing up and down in the guy’s lap. Returning her gaze to the sensual performance before her, Carrie gave up not moving against Chris’s hand—she had to; her body couldn’t not fuck his fingers.

He sank them lower, inserting them into her wet opening, making her gasp softly. He bent to kiss her neck and she glanced down to see her skirt had ridden up even farther under his touches, that anyone who looked could see his hand between her legs. She was too impassioned to care.

Onstage, the performance continued escalating. The leather girl lay on her back now, the fringed blonde sensually straddling her face. The brunette kneeled between the leather chick’s legs, bending over to lick her, as well. They fucked each other’s mouths in time to the fast music, adding to it with their moans. The sexy blonde caressed her breasts, even lifting one to her own mouth to lick the soft flesh.

Carrie thrust her cunt against Chris’s skilled hand—she moved fast now, too, also keeping time with the music and the action in the room. Having him touch her right there, where anyone could look down and see, felt amazing, more arousing than she could fathom. Clearly, the women on the stage had inspired her to be as bad a girl as she wanted to be. As Chris’s long fingers slid in and out of her wet passage in hard, pummeling strokes, he used his thumb on her clit—jamming it against the engorged knob at the end of each hot plunge.

The strippers cried out, still licking and sucking each other, but now the brunette changed positions, sitting up to straddle the leather girl on her back, rubbing their crotches together.

“I’m gonna get you off, angel,” Chris’s low, determined voice sounded in her ear, his breath warm on her neck.

In reply, she pulled him into a hot, hard kiss, then looked back to the women on the stage, whose sobs grew more and more frantic. “Work those pussies!” a masculine voice called from the crowd.

Chris used his free hand to lift her skirt even higher, pushing it up onto her abdomen until her cunt was fully revealed. She never even thought about stopping him. She wanted to be wild tonight, for him, with him. Together, they looked down to where his fingers pushed into her, met by her own driving thrusts. She had no idea if anyone around them was watching; she didn’t care.

Lifting his available hand to his mouth, Chris licked his fingers and lowered them flat onto her clit, rubbing in big, wet circles as he used his other hand to keep fucking her. Carrie’s pleasure increased infinitely, flowing through her cunt, arms, legs—thick and hot. She pushed harder against him, wanting madly to come and end her sweet torture.

On stage, the women’s cries turned to screams and screeches, and it was clear that, one by one, they were coming. The feminine moans pushed Carrie off the edge of sanity into full-blown oblivion as the orgasm jerked through her, hard and intense. She bit her lip in a small attempt to stifle her moans and when it didn’t work, Chris cut her off with a heated kiss.

As the scene on the stage drew to a close and the crowd delivered a rousing round of applause and cheers, Carrie went still as her climax waned and she looked into Chris’s warm, sexy eyes.

“How was that, baby? As good as I think?”

“Mmm,” she sighed, still coming down from it. “The most exciting thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“Let’s hear it again for Tiffany, Roxie, and Justine,” someone said over a loud-speaker, “three girls who, fortunately for us, really get into their work.”

As requested, the crowd clapped again and let loose with a few wolf whistles.

“But stay put, guys. In a few minutes, our luscious twins, Ashley and Asia, will take the stage and you don’t want to miss it.”

At that moment, Shay’s face appeared between theirs. She glanced back and forth between them, a devilish twinkle in her dark eyes. “I want to get naked,” she said.

“I don’t think you’ll get any complaints in here,” Chris replied with a wicked grin.

But Shay shook her