When one of your buddies is getting married, you celebrate at a strip club.

Of course, once we walked through the door, my friend’s impending nuptials were the furthest thing from my mind. We had just settled in the club’s VIP booth when a busty brunette caught my eye. She smiled at me and sauntered over, her enormous tits bouncing slightly offbeat with every step.

She stopped in front of me and pinned me with a smile. Her lips were lush and thick, perfect for kissing — or to perform a bit of sucking.

I wanted her to get closer, so I opened my legs wider, inviting her to step in between so that her breasts would be at eye level. Then, with a quick snap of her fingers, the front clasp of her bra fell open, allowing her big, luscious globes to spill over the rigid corset that wrapped around her waist. Her tits were right at my eye level now. They were more than a handful — even two of my meaty hands couldn’t encompass one of her melons.

I was so busy staring, I hardly had time to react when she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face to her chest. Her breasts parted to let me in before swallowing me up in their softness.

The sweet scent of floral perfume emanating from her skin brought me back to reality. I blew air over her flesh and gave my head a shake, enjoying the way it made her breasts vibrate against my cheeks. She was supple, warm, and oh-so-welcoming. I turned my head from side to side, allowing myself to fall deeper into the cavern between her tits.

When she took a step back, her enormous boobs bounced before my eyes. Her large, tan areolas were the size of the palm of my hand, each dotted with a little chocolate button at its center.

I licked my lips, wondering what it would be like to run my tongue over those tiny brown nubs. Before I could lean forward to find out, the vision before me palmed the sides of her breasts, fanning her fingers as she pushed them together. All the while she gyrated her hips, showing me all the best jiggly bits of her body that I was dying to sink my teeth into.

When my dancing beauty moved her hands from her tits to her thighs, the real show began. Now able to move unencumbered, her tits swayed to a different rhythm than the rest of her body.

I leaned forward in my seat, a man transfixed. The whole club could have gone up in flames at that moment and still I’d have sat there, blissfully ignoring the chaos brewing around me to keep staring at those delectable breasts.

Only one thing could pull me from my stupor, and that was the erection throbbing against the zipper of my jeans. Simply shifting in my seat wasn’t enough. No, my dick demanded action.

Unable to ignore the insistent pulse a moment longer, I palmed my dick through my jeans and tried to readjust. My shaft was so sensitive by that point that the thick denim of my pants did nothing to dull the feeling of my hand running over my dick. Immediately it seemed to perk up, tenting my pants so tightly I thought it might burst through the zipper.

Through all of this, I was acutely aware that my not-so-tiny dancer was watching. She licked her lips as I shifted my dick into a more comfortable position. Then she said something that nearly made my jaw fall to the floor.

“Poor baby,” she cooed. “Here, let me help you.”

She dropped to her knees and eased herself between my legs. When she leaned forward to reach for my zipper, her breasts bumped against my thighs, holding her back. She smiled over the slight setback before lifting herself just a tiny bit higher, allowing her to place her hand over the button on my waistband.

With a quick twist of her fingers, the button popped open. Wasting no time, she gave my zipper a quick tug. As soon as the material parted, my dick sprang free from the opening. I was so damn rigid I couldn’t even stay inside my boxer briefs. My dick found its way through the split seam of my drawers and sprang forward with enthusiasm.

Fortunately, the beautiful woman kneeling at my feet didn’t seem to mind. In fact, she looked downright pleased by my body’s reaction to hers. Her thick black lashes fanned over her cheeks as she lowered her eyes, pinning me with a sexy, lascivious look that seemed to resonate right there in my groin.

Looking quite pleased to have me completely exposed, she cupped her breasts again and lifted their weight into my lap. Now that her chest was resting on my legs, she was free to scoot herself closer to my crotch. Once she had her body positioned just right, she parted her breasts and sandwiched my dick between them, using her hands to squeeze herself nice and tight around me.

My dick was tucked up all cozy between her breasts, then she started to bounce on her knees, using her cleavage to stroke me. Though her breasts caressed my shaft from top to bottom, her voluptuous curves kept my dick completely covered. Even when she dropped down all the way to the base, my tip barely peeked out the top of her valley.

I watched while she used her curves to caress my shaft. Her breasts spilled over her hands, making it difficult for her to keep them together. They changed shape as she moved, rippling and shaking while she worked to mold them to fit my dick like a glove.

Without meaning to, I started to rock my hips, trying to increase the force of her pumping my dick. The tip of my dick popped up from between her tits, silently encouraging me to keep on going. I thrusted my hips so hard and fast that the tip of my dick tapped at her chin, dotting the little dimple at its center with a glistening spot of my pre-come.

That didn’t stop my dancer from moving, of course. Without missing a beat, she trailed her tongue over her lower lip, collecting whatever juice she could.

Then she dropped her hands to her side, taking away all the pressure that was bringing me so much pleasure before. She stood and dipped her fingers into her G-string, pulling out a square foil packet. Its shiny exterior reflected the dim neon lights around the stage, making it sparkle between her fingers.

She placed the wrapper between her teeth and tugged it open, then she eased the rubber out and sucked it between her lips. After planting her hands on my thighs for support, she bent over me, slowly lowering herself until her lips kissed the tip of my dick.

Her jaw grew slack, allowing her mouth to fall open just enough to allow her to slide the condom down my shaft. When her breasts bumped hard against my leg and she got a little stuck, she swept one hand over to my dick and helped ease the rubber the rest of the way down.

Once my cock was completely sheathed, she rose above me again, looking me in the eye as she rolled her thong right down to her ankles. She stepped out of the underwear and straddled me right there on the banquette. Her pussy hovered above my dick, taunting me with the promise of sinking inside her.

Instead, she pulled my head down onto her chest again, finally offering me a chance to take a taste of her thick, brown nipples. I tugged one between my teeth and swirled my tongue over it, loving how I could feel it grow longer against my tongue.

The weight of her breasts threatened to drag her nipple from my mouth. That wouldn’t do. I sank my fingers into the soft flesh, pressing her close to my face.

Once I’d had my fill, I released her nipple from my lips with a pop. I sat back and looked up at the voluptuous beauty pressing her slick pussy against my dick. She lowered herself onto me just the tiniest bit. My flared cockhead breached her walls, stretching her just enough to let my crown slip inside.

By now a small crowd had grown around us, but I barely noticed them. The only thing on my mind was burying my dick deep inside this woman.

Trying to maintain some semblance of control, I gritted my teeth and curled my fingers into her pillow-soft hips, then I drove my dick inside her in one hard thrust, watching as her tits rose and fell from the impact.

Once I found my rhythm, I leaned back just enough to watch her tits bounce above me while I fucked her. She was hot, wet, and perfectly pliant. I slowed myself down, drawing out my strokes so I could savor how she felt.

That’s when I realized that I could control how her tits moved. A long, languid roll of my hips made them wiggle the tiniest bit. It was a pretty sight, but nothing could compare to what happened when I drove my dick into her hard and fast. Then they lifted nice and high before dropping down and shaking right in front of my face.

I wanted more of that.

With my eyes trained on her chest, I pistoned my dick into her. Every thrust made our bodies crash together with such force that her tits rose high enough to bump against my face.

I wasn’t the only one enjoying our hard-and-fast fuck-fest. Her pussy grew tighter by the minute. Every time I withdrew my dick, it took a little bit more effort to dive back inside.

Then she started to twitch over my dick. Knowing I was seconds from busting, I grabbed hold of her tits and pulled them to my mouth — it was the best way I could think of to muffle my groans.

My hips lifted high off the banquette as come spurted from my dick. I pumped myself into her, wrapping my arms around her back to pull our bodies close.

When my hips finally stilled, her rippling muscles continued to milk every last bit of come out of me.

After we both caught our breath, she climbed from my lap and gave me a wink. Then she sauntered over to the stage and climbed up on the pole, spreading her legs wide so the whole club could see where my dick had been.