DANCING BEAR – Male Stripper Club Is Full Of Thirsty Women Looking For Dick To Play With

The bass thumped, reverberating through the dimly lit club as scantily clad bodies gyrated on the dance floor. Strobe lights flickered, casting an electric kaleidoscope across the writhing mass of sweaty, heaving naked flesh. It was a male stripper club, and the audience was a sea of eager, horny women, hungry for the male form.

At the center of it all was Dancing Bear, a hulking ebony mammoth of a man. 6’5″ of rippling ebony muscle, adorned with sparkles, glitter, and gold chains. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrower waist, where his glittering thong peeked out from beneath a rain of golden treasure. His abs rippled like the surface of a tranquil lake under the pulsing disco ball as he moved with feline grace, defying his size.

Women clamored for a touch of his velvet skin, reaching desperate hands to brush along the hard planes of his chest and abs. Dancing Bear seemed oblivious to their advance, lost in his own erotic Zen, arms above his head as he worked his body in sinuous rolls and undulations.

The other strippers – Blaze the Fireman, Choclat, and forces of nature in their own rights – moved through the crowd, hands groping and wandering under the sounds of grinding, wet, bury your cock in me cunt. But all eyes were on Dancing Bear. He was the king and all hail to him tonight.

As his set hit a crescendo to a primal growl of bass, the only thing left between Dancing Bear and the audience were a few gold coins and the strip of spandex hugging his junk. He turned, slow and sultry, full moon ass presented, abs flexing with his movements. The crowd was on their feet, some having given up on pretense of clothing entirely, huge tits jiggling and smooth mounds on display.

Bear peeled the thong down slow, teasing out his unveiling. His ten inch ebony cock sprang free, thick and heavy, a bead of precum glistening at the engorged head. The audience went wild, screams and cheers erupting, money tossed on stage, hands reaching, grasping, nails dragging across tanned skin as he walked through them in a circuit, taking his bows.

Dancing Bear took a seat on the edge of the stage, letting the attention wash over him as women crawled at his feet for a touch, a taste, a toy to nos.- Eye level to his thick cock, a hot, horny MILF with mile long legs in skyscraper stilettos stroked a manicured nail up his thigh, her perfume intoxicating.

“Dance for me?” She purred, gloved hand cupping his heavy balls through the golden G-string. Bear reached out to caress her creamy neck, sealed lips a hair’s breadth from her ear.

“My dance is done for the night. But I’m not too tired to get you off.”

His heated words made her shudder, a damp spot forming on her miniskirt. The hungry beast could scent her arousal.

“Let’s go somewhere more private,” Her velvety voice was a command.

Dancing Bear rose to his feet, her petite hand on the web of muscle between his cortch and thigh, guiding him through the crowd. Every set of eyes burned into his back, lower lip biting, nipples hardening from a touch of his blurred silhouette. The strippers, the party guests, even Blaze and Choclat’s cocks hardened in the beat of the song that had summoned their king.

The MILF hewed a path through the crowd, the heat of all of those bodies an inferno against their skin.

The private room was lush suede and velvet, meant for comfort and control. Tucked away behind a beaded curtain, obscured from the bustle of the main area, Dancing Bear’s limbs weighed with anticipation. His ball sack churned, heavy with seed.

The blonde beauty sank to her knees before him, thick thighs spread, cleavage glowing and heaving. She looked up at him with half lidded bedroom eyes as she tugged his thong down and mouthed his footlong, hungry to taste him.

Bear’s eyes fluttered shut as a velvet tongue enveloped the sensitive head, swabbing away the sheen of precum. Her lips stretched obscenely around the thick cock as she bobbed on his length, hollow cheeks working the girth.

“Yeah,” he groaned. “Play with dick. Get this big black anaconda nice and slick.”

The MILF moaned her eagerness, motoring forward, sucking him to the hilt and gulping around him.

Bear’s pelvis thrusted, fucking her throat. Her manicured nails scraped along his heavy sack, cupping, kneading.

T bottlenecking on his throbbing prick, she spanked the shaft, smacking the steel against her plump cheeks before diving in for another deep throat.

Fingers gripping the back of her neck, his grip tightening as the pressure built in his cock. The crowd’s hoots and screams from beyond the curtain a faint buzz, drowned out by the wet sucking, the fingernails scraping his skin.

With a bellowing roar, Bears spurted, spewing cum along her tongue, up her nose, in ropes across her chin and tits. The woman swallowed, milking him dry, slurping her prize.

On heavy, drunken legs, she rose, placing a kiss to the tip of his still twitching monster cock.

“Until next dance, big boy,” Her pink coated lips sealed. “Don’t forget the thirds. Mmm my daughter wants a turn on the next full moon.”

The goddess of gold fucked away her paper and wove through the dressing room door with a regal sway of her hips. Bear groaned, hand absently stroking his dwindling member. The queen had kindly granted him a respite. On to round… three? This wolf was hungry for more.