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Taylor Lyons
Age: 22
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Measurements: 36E-24-34
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Taylor stepped out of the SUV limo that her one of her best friends had gotten as a gift for the day to celebrate her engagement. Taylor was a member of her wedding party and she was having a blast. Her friend, who at this moment isn't important to this story, was a minimalist kind of person so going out late and night and spending all sorts of money wasn't in the budget so all the girls decided a day trip would be best. A new strip joint had opened in the big city nearby and they decided, what the hell, we only live once!

As the group of 20 something's ascended up the stairs and into the building, Taylor had to admit she wasn't expected what she saw. She had been in a strip joint once or twice but this place was different. As soon as they entered, they were offered three different entrances. The one on the left read "Gentlemen's Corner", the entrance in middle read "Ladies Men", and the right entranced had a sign that read "Intrigue & Surprise". Taylor had to admit, she was curious what the entrance on the right led to but the group was already on their way into the "Ladies Men".

Their group took up the most room near the stage as the party wanted to really get their money's worth. Taylor sat near the back and chatting with a couple friends as she nursed her fruity martini. Glancing around, Taylor spotted others scattered around the room waiting as well, some even had their hands in their pants. Didn't blame them, she thought and there was no way she'd be able to do that.

Although Taylor was a very sexy, attractive girl that appeared to ooze lust, she was extremely smart and knew how to use it. Sometimes manipulation earned her what she wanted and she rarely ever got a no but she was still a "good girl". Almost any guy she came across really wanted into her pants but men weren't exactly what attracted her; if anything she was much more attracted to women. None of the girls around her knew of her sex secret and Taylor knew it was going to be hard to resist in the next hour.

She was grateful this was a day thing as she needed to meet up with her mom and meet her new boyfriend and his daughter. Apparently things were getting serious and the two wanted their daughters to meet. Taylor had nothing against this, as long as she remained her mothers favored daughter.

Before the fun began, Taylor excused herself and snuck out of the girls strip zone. The curiosity of that third area was nagging at her and she needed to know what it really was behind those curtains. Dressed in a sexy blue summer dress that displayed her ample chest and sexy legs, it also allowed her to hide what was really between her legs a bit easier.

As her eyes adjustd to the darkness and the music and lights filled her senses. She caught sight of the stage and saw something she never thought she'd see in public. She edged closer to a seat and sat down near the back as her eyes never left the stage. Taylor even felt her body getting hotter and she started to feel less comfortable in the relaxed dress. Biting her lip, her panties started to dampen and her rare female cock began to extend and thicken. She had never seen another futanari in person but on stage, displaying herself in all her glory was another futanari but much more exotic and developed that Taylor considered of herself.

Before she realized what was happening, her shaft was pressing hard against her panties and causing a shift in her dress that resembled a bulge. Quickly covering it with her hands, she did her best to press it to her body to hide it from view.
 
Natalie Jacobs sat quietly at her little section of the long narrow dressing room. She applied another layer of the bright pink lip gloss that was an almost perfect contrast to her dark brown skin. Natalie hated the shade but it went well with her pink bob wig and patent leather string bikini. She did without the bottom opting for a pair of crotchless black leather boy shorts to go under the pleated mini skirt.

Unlike most of the other dancers, she didn't much socialize, tending to spend her nights in her little corner with her head phones firmly on her ears. She wasn't a loner, nor was she working her way through school, but she wasn't wasn't looking for a sugar daddy either. Natalie loved the spotlight and showing off her body was her ticket to it, much to her conservative father's chagrin. Despite what he believed though, she was in fact just a dancer, a headliner in fact. She didn't do porn or turn tricks. Sure she might put on a show here and there for paying customers in the private rooms but she never fucked anybody on the clock. What happened after she went home was something altogether different.

When the stage manager came rushing up behind her, Natalie greeted her with a smile. The woman held up two fingers, two minutes to showtime and Natalie pulled on her open toed boots. The stage manager squatted down, offering her assistance but Natalie knew it was to get a peek at what was hidden underneath her skirt.

"He's asleep," she said with a smirk as she pulled off her head phones, then giggled at the woman's pout. "Maybe you could wake him up when you get off tonight." That got Natalie a smile and she blew the woman a kiss as she sashayed her way towards the stage.

"Ladies, gentleman, and everyone in between," she heard the DJ announce as she climbed the stairs backstage. Nikki Minaj's "Anaconda" was already playing, soliciting cheers from the crowd. They knew who was coming and Natalie took a moment to soak it in. "Coming to the main stage, in the Intrigue & Surprise room at Pleasure Center, without further ado, we bring you Ana Conda..."

There were more cheers but as Natalie strutted to center stage, she took on a look of cool indifference. She found she got more tips in her shows if she looked like she had someplace better to be. The sultry glare also seemed to invite more intrigue for private shows, which was her bread and butter.

And once on stage, there was no warm up. Natalie went right to the pole, climbing hand over hand almost to the rafters before she spun herself upside down with the pole gripped between her thick thighs. She hooked one leg in front of the other to spin down to the floor, only to land in a handstand and effortless kicked her legs over her head to land in a twerking split. She remained there for a few beats, shaking her ass to the beat to distract her audience from the fact that she was undoing her skirt. When she stood, all 6'4" inches in her 6 inch platform boots, the skirt dropped to the floor and she thrust her pelvis to the beat. Her flaccid cock bounced to the bass a for an eight count before she began to slowly roll her hips in time to the beat, her cock growing more solid with every sensuous movement. She made her way to the edge of the stage on all fours and leaned forward to allow an older gentleman pull the tiny triangles that struggled to hold her natural 36f tits apart, allowing them to bounce freely as she rolled away into another split. The pole was a short reach away and she used it to pull herself to her feet, all the while rolling her hips and discreetly working the shorts down her 45 inch hips. Another jump and shimmy up the pole, and Natalie grabbed the hook that hung from the rafters and affixed it to her shorts. Again she spun, putting herself head down and dropped straight down to the floor, leaving the shorts dangling in the air.

The song was just about over by then but Natalie gave the crowd a good look at her throbbing cock. Almost as thick as her wrist with a dark purple mushroom cap the dripped copious amounts of precum, she gave it a few playful stroked with her back against the pole and watched as bills rained down on the stage.

"That's right...show her you love her...make it hurricane for Ana...isn't she beautiful ladies and gentleman," the DJ said and she blew him a kiss as she made her way off the stage.

Back in her little corner, Natalie changed into a long sleeved mesh mini skirt and pocketed thong. She traded her boots for a more reasonable pair of stiletto pumps and ditched the wig for a long straight black one with bangs. Being on the stage wasn't her only obligation at Pleasure Center. She also had to make herself available to her fans, a task she didn't mind at all. Allowing them to see her in her more "natural" state made her more accessible and that equaled more tips.

And for this she smiled, brightly. Being objectified was a bit of a fetish for her and she loved it when her own bulge brushed against another or when she caught a woman touching herself as she passed. She made her way to the bar to grab a water, scanning the room while she waited.

That's when she saw her. A cute little blonde at a table all by herself, trying desperately not to be noticed. It wasn't working, not for Natalie anyway and she made her way over to her.

"I don't think I've ever seen you before," she said with a grin as she slid into the seat next to the busty girl. She leaned in close, allowing her breasts to brush those delicate shoulders "I think I'd remember somebody like me watching," she said quietly, her lips brushing her ear.
 
The show was a huge turn-on for Taylor and she hated the fact that it ended as quickly as it began. The lights remained dim as the Ana Conda, or at least that was her stage name, went backstage as her segment ended while another person came out. It wasn't as exciting but she still had a near hard-on pressing into her skirt and hands.

Glancing around, she noticed that some women were arms deep into their own pants or under their skirts in what looks like mix throws of orgasms. Some men to where busy in their pants. How anyone could simply just let loose and rub one out in public was beyond her.

Just as she was thinking she should get back to the bridal party which could allow her to regain her composure, a voice behind her sent chills down her spine and literally froze her in place. Her cock on the other hand pulsed very hard at the sound of a very sexy, feminine voice called out to her and grew closer. Then it was the last thing that she said that she highlight in her phrasing "somebody like me". Shivering to herself, she slowly turned her head concerned that she had been caught. Was it that evident that she was a futa just like Ana Conda?

As Taylor's eyes connected with sultry woman, she suddenly realized it was in fact miss Ana Conda. Her glossy eyes took all of Ana in, noting her beautiful chocolate skin and the bright lip gloss she wore. Her breasts were magnificent, larger than her own. Her body was built like a goddess and it was no wonder she was a stripper.

"Excuse me...? I... I didn't... I mean... I think... I should be going..." Taylor stood staring at the floor, but immediately stopped in front of Ana.

She peered up, her cheeks flushed pink with embarrassment and adrenaline. The sexy scent of the stripper filled her senses and her cock pulsed again with vigor, clearly knowing what her brain couldn't comprehend. With the last pulsed though, a tear would've been heard if not for the music and her cock broke free from the thin spanx she wore. Taylor didn't need spanx as her body was fit and toned but thanks to her extra appendage, she found spanx were the only way to prevent a horizontal nightmare. At that moment, her brain could only signal was "shit, shit, shit..."

Her cock now pointed towards Ana, pushing the dress up and resting along the shaft. The warm air hit her now bare skin, sending a shiver through her body. Taylor couldn't move but their eyes were connected like two people in heat. Realizing the situation she was in, she was finally able to pull a single thought together, "is there... somewhere we or I can go... please?"
 
Natalie didn't mean to startle the girl. She'd only ever known one other futanari in her short life, an aunt who taught her that her body was a gift to be revered. Not the curse her parents only pretended not to be ashamed of, so she was genuinely excited to see the woman enjoying her performance. But Natalie should have known better than to lean in so close, to allow her heavy breast to brush against the buxom blonde. She wasn't surprised when she rushed off.

The sound of torn fabric made her eyes grow wide and she licked her lips at the sight of the tent in the girl's cute little dress. Natalie heard her pleas and stood, taking her hand. "Come on honey. Let's get that taken care of," she said with a smile as she pulled the girl close. To the rest of the patrons it might have looked like Ana Conda was offering a private dance the way she wrapped the girls arms around her waist, pressing their hips together. But really she was concealing the massive erection from view. Sure the feel of it pulsing in her back was causing her own cock to bulge but Natalie didn't mind, people paid good money to get a look at her.

The bouncer who guarded the curtain that blocked the stairs down to the backroom gave her a look as the woman shuffled past, but Natalie didn't stop. She would probably get in trouble for this but it would be worth it to help a girl in need. The music was quieter downstairs and Natalie released the stranger from her grip with a smile, but stayed close just in case they happened upon anyone.

Luckily most of the rooms were empty so early in the night and Natalie pulled her into the first one but left the door unlocked. "Once the lock goes on the timer starts and I don't think you should have to pay if I'm not dancing," she said as she sat down on the sofa reserved for clients. It was one of the more basic rooms. Small, no pole, just a plush sofa on one side and a mini bar off in the corner. She left the overhead lights on and was immediately taken by the scared little futa. She was gorgeous in her own right with bright blue eyes and unblemished porcelain skin. It wasn't often that Natalie found herself attracted to patrons and usually those were men. She couldn't help but think it was because of what the girl had barely hidden beneath her skirt.

"I'm Natalie by the way...since I'm not dancing," she added with a grin as she patted the seat next to her. "I could leave you alone if you want but there's no telling who might come through that door."
 
Taylor immediately thanked the woman who guided her through the groups of people and down the halls until they arrived at a secluded room. She didn't really know what went on in the backrooms of strip clubs but she could definitely could use her imagination. Looking over at the bar, she wondered if getting a drink would calm her nerves but it seemed Ana was doing her a favor by not locking the door and charging her. "Thanks Ana-" the stripper quickly stopped her and told Taylor her name was Natalie. Taylor nodded and corrected herself "thank you for the help Natalie. I don't know what's come over me..."

In truth, she knew exactly what had caused this but couldn't admit it to a stranger, despite the fact that she would likely never see this woman again. Taylor sauntered over to the spot next to Natalie and sat down with her hands on the top of her dress pressing it and her hard-on down against her legs. It was uncomfortable but she was doing it in hopes it would shrink back down to its more manageable size. She realized that there had been an apparent silence in the room and Taylor decided to break it.

"It's nice to meet you Natalie, my name is Taylor. I think I'd rather you stay... I suppose you know my situation better than anyone." Looking over at Natalie, she noted that the stripper seemed to be handling the situation better than she was. Maybe she saw more futanari's since she had been doing this that it wasn't such a shock? ... sorry for the awkwardness... I've never met another, well, dickgirl. Which by the way, you were fantastic on stage.

She suddenly laughed at herself as she slowly removed her hand from the dress's material and watched as the bulge bounced under the fabric, clearly depicting her hardness not dissipating. "I'm sure you've seen plenty of people become excited over your body. I should admit I'm no different then, clearly." Glancing down at Natalie's skirt, she wondered how she controlled her cock. "I couldn't help but notice but, you didn't get too aroused on stage. How do you manage that?"
 
"A girl has to maintain a level of mystery if she wants to keep her pockets full," Natalie said with a nudge as she got up and checked just outside the door. There were voices in the hall and she wanted to ensure she and Taylor were not disturbed. She caught sight of one of the guys from the Ladies side as he rounded the corner with a couple of giggling young women trailing behind. Natalie let out a little chuckle as she closed the door and strutted over to the bar to make them drinks. A couple of screwdrivers to lighten the mood.

"I'll tell you your first mistake sweetie," she said as she passed the blonde her drink and sat down, this time so that when Natalie crossed her legs, their knees rubbed against each other. She took a sip through the stirrer and smiled. "Women's undergarments are shit for girls like us. I've ruined my fair share of support hose before I took a tip from a few drag queen friends. I wear what they wear. Spanx ain't for us honey. I'm 8 inches soft, no boy shorts are going to keep this down," she said with a giggle and ran her acrylic nails over her growing bulge.

The sensation sent a shiver down to her toes and she let out a heaving breath as she lean back and sipped her drink. Natalie shifted absently in her seat, her thick thighs spread wide, allowing her growing erection to slip out of her pouched thong. She didn't move to adjust it, simply glance down at it and smiled. "Keeping myself contained on the stage is easy," she said with a grin as she reached under her miniskirt to pull the thong all the way to side, releasing the tangerine shaped orbs that were her balsl. "I don't get turned on while I'm dancing. Having a hard-on would make the pole work almost impossible," she said with a quiet chuckle as she watched the slow and steady thickening of her shaft. Once it reached it's full 12 inches, Natalie's cock matched her wrist in girth with a mushroom cap that curved back slightly towards her body. It was an impressive column of flesh that was velvety smooth with the only visible vein along the underside and it pulsated along with her heart beat. She gave it a tentative stroke, her tongue coming out to wet her full painted lips as she cast her dark eyes at Taylor.

"My problem is when I get in these rooms...more intimate stimuli...does it every time," she said with an almost bashful grin as a single droplet of clear fluid bubbled up from her tip.

Before she could say, or do, anything else, there was a quiet tapping on the door. "Nat baby...Bobby's looking for you. There's a whale out here that's demanding your attention."

"Well that's my cue sweetie," she said to Taylor, and gave the girl a quick peck on the cheek. Natalie grabbed one of the pricing sheets to scribble down her name and number. She folded it into a neat little square and tucked it between Taylor's cleavage with a grin. "Don't hide what you got baby...cause that is beautiful. You are beautiful," she added with a wink before she stood, tucking herself away. Even with a few adjustments, and a quick pinch to her tip, her package was barely contained within the tiny bit of fabric. "Oh well," she said with a shrug and blew Taylor a kiss. "The show must go on."

Natalie opened the door just enough to get out and was greeted by the same stage manager who wrangled her from her dressing area. "Give my friend a couple minutes. She had a wardrobe malfunction...oh and when she comes out let her know I'll be off in an hour or so if she wants to come find me."

She was gone before she saw the woman's pout, but she did as Natalie asked and guarded the door.
 
Taylor felt a slight bit of disappointment when Natalie had to leave but froze with surprise when a slip of paper was slipped between her supple cleavage. As soon as the door closed, she pulled out the paper and read the message. Curling her lips into a smile, she bit her lower lip and set it beside her. Her eyes went from innocent, surprise, and embarrassment, to serious.

Based on her body and appearance, people generally assumed she was a softer person but Taylor had an edge to her. She knew how to manipulate people to get her way without revealing that she had at all. It had started with her parents and then during high school and college, her skills improved. With her double major being acting, she used those skills to further her career in business and in life.

Reflecting on the last 15 minutes, she hadn't expected her spanx to break like that. In fact it was here first time breaking through. She assumed it was due to an old pair but she ignored it as best she could. There was no way the garment would be able to hold in her monster as it was stretched to it's 11 or 12 inches.

Reaching under the skirt of the dress, Taylor traced down her cock flesh feeling her nails bounce across multiple throbbing veins until her palm rested against the sack of her two tennis ball sized testicles. With one in her hand, she pulled gently but continued until pain radiated up from her mid-section through her legs and all over her body. It was an unfortunate and painful way to rid her of her erection but it's what worked for her. Taylor could feel the cock shrinking quickly without any additional stimuli until she was satisfied with it's natural 5 or 6 inches.

Releasing her grip and standing, Taylor wiggled around trying to get accustomed to the sensation of her cock being a bit more free. Reaching down, she managed to stuff it somewhat into the spanx but this time, pointed downward. It was a tight sensation but it would do for the remainder of the party.

Grabbing the piece of paper, she trotted to and out the door only to be stopped by another woman. Softening her appearance, she squeaked in surprised "oh jeez! Sorry, wasn't expecting someone outside the door." The woman in front of her seemed to give her a slight amount of attitude but explained that Natalie would be interested in meeting up after her shift in an hour. Surprised by the offer, Taylor quickly smiled and before she could thank her the woman quickly walked away from her. Hm... I guess Natalie has a few other interested parties... she commented to herself as she headed the way she came in.

Cross the stage area for the Intrigue & Surprise portion of the club, she spotted Natalie with her back turned towards Taylor, somewhat jealous of the person getting the special treatment. Exiting the area, she headed back inside Ladies Love and found her group still sitting in the same spot but this time drooling over a man covered in a single g-string with his manhood hidden away. Seemed no one noticed she was gone. Rolling her eyes, Taylor quickly sat back down in her spot and began to mingle with the other girls.

Hopefully this would be a quick hour... she thought to herself as she tossed a few singles onto the stage.
 
As much as she loved her job, Natalie couldn't wait to get back out into the real world. The manila envelope the stage manager brought over as she scrubbed off the layers of stage makeup only added to her delight. Two months rent and incidentals were stacked and wrapped neatly amounting to nearly three grand in tips. The money she made off base rates for private dances accrued weekly and those she usually deposited into her savings account. The cash she kept to herself.

Once she had her money, Natalie was street ready in no time. With no wig or make-up she looked like a completely different person dressed in baggy cargo pants that sat low on her hips and sneakers. A cropped tank top barely contained her massive tits under a hoodie she left open to expose her soft but flat stomach. Her naturally curly, auburn hair was more telling of her biracial heritage than her chocolate brown skin and dark brown eyes. Natalie kept it cut short in a sort of fro-hawk to make her wigs easier to wear. Outside of work she was a simple girl with simple tastes.

With the exception of her car. The mean black matte '72 Plymouth Duster was her pride a joy, a birthday present to herself on her 21st birthday made possible by her quitting college and picking up dancing two year before. Her ultra conservative father was not happy about it and gave her an ultimatum, dance or get out, so she left. In his eyes, it was bad enough she "caught her mother's family curse", her showing it off only made it worse. His treatment of Natalie, his own daughter caused her parents separation, and father didn't speak again until her mother's breast cancer diagnosis. That halted their plans for divorce and as her health failed, Natalie's mother made the two promise to remain in each other's lives.

And so they did. It wasn't the same but they spoke regularly and occasionally even shared a meal. He even invited her two meet his new girlfriend, but made it clear that in no uncertain terms was she to reveal her profession or the fact that she sported a cock twice the size of his. It didn't bother her, Natalie was done being mad at her father for his lack of acceptance. She didn't live her life for his approval but she was happy that he didn't shut her out completely.

Her pockets full and in comfortable shoes, Natalie did a quick lap around the show floor to see if she could catch a glimpse of Taylor before she headed home for the night. Well morning. It was almost 2 by the time she gave up and headed to her car in the gated employee lot across the street from the club. She gave the guard a wave as she sped off, heading for her favorite diner.
 
Taylor hadn't realized how late it had gotten by the time they were done. The bride was definitely hammered while some of the other girls were well on their way. Taylor and one other member of the party was slightly tipsy but could still handle them all. She felt bad for bailing out on her potential hook-up for the night but her friends were more important.

Helping everyone into the limo, the group headed to each of the persons home dropping each off one-by-one. The bride was first of course and Taylor insisted she be last. Once she was the only person in the back of the car, she pulled out the piece of paper given to her by Natalie. She flicked it occasionally, debating in her head whether or not to call the dickgirl or not; ultimately, she decided not to call as it was very late and the last thing she wanted to do was stay up the remainder of the night.

Once she was back to her apartment, she thanked the limo driver and made sure to tip him before heading inside. Luckily no one caught her in the stairwell otherwise she would've looked like one of those women on the walk of shame. Eventually she got to her door and quickly Taylor let herself in. Her apartment was very modern and up to date thanks to her mother.

Taylor's father passed when she was about 10 years old thanks to a hit-and-run, she hated to reflect on it as it was a sore subject in her life. However the person that hit him was the son of a CEO of a major oil company. The CEO was forced to pay them a very large settlement after the court judgement that she and her mother split evenly. It was a great continual flow of money that left them very well off but there was no way she'd get her father back.

So when she heard her mother was dating again, especially now that she wasn't living at home, it kind of irked her the wrong way. However her mother meant the most to her and if he made her happy, she couldn't tell her no. Just as long as he didn't screw her over. They were meeting for dinner tomorrow night to meet the new man and his daughter. Her mother didn't tell Taylor much about his daughter, except that she'd likely get along with her very well.

As soon as she was in her bedroom, she felt the sleepiness hit her hard. Quickly, Taylor removed all her clothes and fell into bed. She preferred to sleep naked as it felt much more comfortable and less restricting for her cock which at the moment was smashed between her body, her thighs and the bed. Shifting under the covers, she was soon out like a light, dreaming about what could have happened at the club...

The next day...

As the usual case of the weekend, the day seemed to fly by for Taylor. She worked out, did her grocery shopping, did some clothes shopping and then realized she had to get ready for dinner. They were going somewhere fancy according to her mother so a dress was a must; she'd never heard of the restaurant they were going to but knew there would be pasta so if she wasn't a fan of the man and daughter, she'd at least enjoy the food.

She opted for a black dress and black heels that showed her sexy, porcelain skin. Something that left her real appearance to the imagination but also showing off something to really oogle. Plus it allowed her easy access to use the bathroom. (dress and hells can be seen here)

Grabbing her black purse that had her ID and everything she'd need in it, she headed to the garage and immediately jumped into her Mercedes-Benz AMG C63 Coupe. She loved her car since she got it, likely her most expensive purchase she'd ever made thus far but well worth it in her mind. After a loud growl start-up from the engine, she was off to meet her mother with high-expectations.
 
Natalie woke up early the next morning, which she considered anytime before noon. She rolled out if bed around ten and hopped on the treadmill she had stationed in her living room. The machine took up most of the cozy space, leaving only enough room for a chaise lounger and love seat both upholstered in what she called "Prince Purple" velvet. Her apartment wasn't much but it was hears and full of things she loved. A giant tv mounted on the wall over the fireplace. Various forms of art were scattered throughout the place, including a sculpture of herself done by an ex-girlfriend. Family photos in silver frames.

But despite all the aesthetics, it was clear that Natalie was a woman concerned with fitness. Aside from the treadmill, there were a set of kettle bells along one wall, an exercise ball, a yoga mat and resistance bands. She hated the spectacle of the gym. It was inevitable that halfway through a workout her cock would sprout to life, drawing stares and sometimes outright hostility, so Natalie subscribed to a virtual training site and worked out on her own every day. Three mile jog on the treadmill. Thirty minutes of strength training. Twenty minutes of core work. Thirty minutes of stretching. A protein smoothie and a shower, Natalie was ready to start her day.

Which wasn't anything spectacular on her off days. She tended to door her chores on work days so when she didn't have to work, she really didn't have to work. The only obligation on her agenda for the day was dinner with her Dad and his new girlfriend, who apparently had a daughter. When he invited her to the family date, Natalie got the feeling that wedding bells were on the horizon and she was okay with that. She was a big girl now and what little attention her father paid her was enough as far as she was concerned. As long as they didn't try to infringe on her freedom she didn't have a problem. Apparently the daughter was about her age and Natalie was certain her father hoped that the "good" in his lady friend's daughter might rub off on his own. As far as Natalie was concerned she was good enough on her own and as long as her father didn't start dumping on her then she would behave herself.

She even bought a new outfit that she was certain he would approve of, a blue romper with a cropped sleeved black blazer and modest black suede peektoe pumps. A few chunky bangle bracelets and a silver locket that belonged to her mother were perfectly understated accessories and allowed her to bring along her black leather studded clutch. Simple diamond studs and natural makeup, Natalie looked the portrait of what her father believed a nice 24-year-old woman would be and she had to admit she didn't look half bad. She blew herself a kiss as she headed out of her place on the second floor of a terraced apartment building in the "Rainbow District". Her car was parked right in front of the outdoor stairs and her phone chimed just as she got inside.

I'm here and you aren't.

Getting in the car now Pop

It'll be an hour before you get here with this traffic Natalie

Traffic smaffic Pop I'll be there in 10

It was more like 15 but the shock was plain on her father's face when she walked into the upscale Bistro dressed to the nines. He actually smiled as she came over, and it didn't seem at all forced when he spread his arms to embrace her.

"You look lovely dear," he whispered, as if he were surprised it were possible but Natalie accepted the compliment with a peck on his cheek.

"Thanks Daddy...soo who's this lovely lady," Natalie said with a smile as she extended her hand to the impeccably dressed middle aged woman. She bit her lip to keep from teasing her father about going back to his own kind, figuring that wouldn't be a good foot to start on. "I'm Natalie. It's nice to finally meet you."
 
Taylor of course was running late. Traffic from her side of town was all backed up due to construction and it now being the weekend. Grunting as she hit every single red light, Taylor got impatient as her foot bounced on the break peddle. Finally, 10 minutes after the time she was supposed to be there she arrived and managed to find a parking spot. Hopping out of her car and making sure she heard the beeps behind her of her car locking, she quickly moved to the entrance with her heels clicking away.

Standing inside the entrance she glanced around for her mother, who would normally be easy to find as her hair was platinum blonde but tonight there were plenty of those in the upscale restaurant. Finally she spotted her as she was waving her over and she noticed the two others she was with. It was hard to make out the man but he was tall and dark but the woman next to her reminded her of someone but it wasn't coming to her immediately. Taylor moved towards them while trying to get a good look of the two but with the many people she was dodging it was very difficult.

"Hey everyone, sorry I'm late; traffic was a..." Finally she was up close to them and a fragrance hit her nostrils that slowed her pace down dramatically. Her heart raced and her body got very warm. Taylor's eyes locked with the dark skinned, auburn haired woman as she passed them to get to her mom, all while her brain was quickly connecting the dots of who she was. The excitement and energy seemed to quickly dissipate from her voice as she finished the sentence, the daughters eyes locked "...bitch..."

It was the stripper from the club, the other futa that had helped her out. What the hell was she doing their with her mother? Had she followed her and discovered her plans for the night? Or was this some weird nightmare she was having? The background noise of the other guest of the restaurant and the parents were drowned out as her head was filled with questions. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes were big but suddenly her mother broke her from the trance.

"Honey, this is my boyfriend Terry and his daughter Natalie. Our table should be ready, why don't we go sit down."

Taylor reached out and shook the mans hand and introduced herself and then Taylor reached out to Natalie and gripped her hand tightly. It was the same touch from before at the club, noting the very familiar feeling. "I don't think we've had the pleasure. My name is Taylor, it's very nice to meet you Natalie." She shook it somewhat forcefully but quickly realized Natalie was a noticeably stronger than her. For some reason, Taylor wasn't letting go of her hand but then again, neither was Natalie.
 
Natalie tried her best to remain demure in the presence of father's new girlfriend. She seemed nice enough making small talk but her father did well steering the woman away from any questions regarding his daughter's "unseemly" lifestyle. All in all she kept her eye rolls to a minimum and didn't mention the fact that she was on time when the other daughter was late.

She got the shock of her life when she finally did show. Dressed in a black dress that did little to hide her curves was the blond girl from the club. The big titted, horse cocked futa girl. Taylor was her name, Natalie wouldn't forget that nor the event that brought them together. As her mother introduced them, she found herself wondering if her father knew he was dating a woman with a "cursed" child.

"I don't think we've had the pleasure. My name is Taylor, it's very nice to meet you Natalie."

"Yeah you too," she said with a coy smile as her eyes roamed up and down her frame. "It probably should have been sooner seeing as they're getting ready to shack up."

"Natalie, behave," her father droned and she rolled her eyes, still shaking Taylor's hand. It was Terry's cleared throat that broke the embrace and Natalie gave a nervous laugh.

"I didn't mean anything by it Daddy. It's 2016. If you're happy, why not? You don't have to do everything Beyonce says," she said with a smirk and even her father had to laugh at that.

Now that they're party was complete the hostess called them over to show them to their table, surprising them all with a booth in the back corner of the restaurant. Her father guided his girlfriend into one side, leaving the daughters to share the other, and Natalie couldn't think of a better way to spend the evening than ruining another pair of Taylor's spanx.

"Daddy can you order me whatever you're having. I'd hate to have to excuse myself in the middle of the meal," she said quickly and shift her eyes to Taylor as she slipped of her blazer and hung it on the hook above the booth. Natalie tucked her clutch under her arm headed off, hoping the girl would follow.
 
Taylor could take a hint and soon after Natalie disappeared, Taylor excused herself as well. She made her way down the hall away from the dining area to the women's bathroom catching the backside of Natalie disappear. Taylor quickly opened the door to see Natalie in front of the large mirror. Turning around, she quickly locked the door and placed her hand on her forehead.

"Okay okay... did you know about this before tonight? Cause this is news to me. Or did we just get set-up here?" Taylor moved over the counter and dropped her purse on top of it. She leaned forward and poured some water into her hands before splashing a small amount on her face, but not enough to ruin her make-up.

"What do we do? Pretend to act normal? Or come clean to them that we know each other? I mean that might just make things worse. I can't imagine my mom knows your stripper." She stopped herself as she mentioned that a bit louder than she intended but then she also realized she was rambling. Looking over at Natalie, she took a deep breath and collected herself moving away from the sink and leaned her back against the wall. "This is so crazy..."
 
Natalie couldn't help laughing at Taylor's panic. Clearly her showing up to the club was simple coincidence so there was no reason for her to hold anything against her. "Yeah it is pretty crazy and don't worry about your Mom finding out I'm a stripper. I doubt my father says anything more than I'm alive, if he talks about me at all. You should be more concerned with whether or not your Mom told him about that big surprise you have hidden under that skirt," she added with a smirk.

"Don't worry about it sweets,"Natalie said as she freshened her lip gloss in the mirror and adjusted her tits before she stepped back and smiled at her reflection. "I'm perfectly fine pretending like you didn't love watching me shake my ass last night," she said with a wink and left Taylor standing in the bathroom alone.

Here she thought she found an unlikely friend but it seemed she was just as judgmental as her father. It occurred to Natalie that those spanx she wore weren't to hold down her cock but to hide it all together and hiding was not her thing. That's probably why she didn't call. "Oh well the show must go on," Natalie mumbled under her breath as she put on her best smile and took her seat in the booth where her father and Taylor's mother were talking quietly over their drinks. She resigned herself to do the same, remain quiet. She'd be civil but the idea of being friends with her father's girlfriend's daughter, quite possibly her future step-sister, had gone out the window with little stripper comment.
 
Frustrated with how little Nicole seemed to care about this situation and the comment she left her with, Taylor groaned loudly. She waited a minute or two longer so it didn't seem like they had done anything together. By the time she got back to their table, she sat next Natalie bumping her side when she got in. Sure they shared a glare but they both knew it was best for their parents to just to ignore each other and get this over with.

After the initial meeting, the dinner went by quickly. Their parents told them how they met, how long they'd been together and an assortment of other tidbits. Taylor did her best to seem interested, acting as perky as she normally was but every time her bare knee touched Natalie's a chill went through her body; perhaps it was a chill or maybe it was a tingle of pleasure. She couldn't deny that Natalie wasn't absolutely gorgeous but the knowledge of her career was clearly privelaged knowledge. Appetizers and dinner went by seamlessly and a bottle of red wine later, the group was somewhat relaxed but ready for the night to be over. Over the course of the entire dinner, it was hard to read Terry's judgement of 'different" women but she assumed he at least accepted it. Before Taylor realized it, Terry was paying the bill and the group was getting up from the table.

"Well Terry it was great to meet you. Sounds like my mom made a good choice in you. I'm glad to see you two so happy. My mom certainly deserves it. Thanks for the delicious meal!" As she said that, they group had made their way out of the building and to the parking lot. Without warning, she reached in and gave the man a hug, her breasts pressed hard in his chest. Releasing him, she then moved to her mom and gave her a big hug and a quick peck on the cheek. "Love you. Be safe."

Facing Natalie, she hesitated but in the end moved in and gave her a hug. Natalie was taller than Taylor which meant she had to push herself up on her toes. In doing so, her entire body was now pressed up against her. They could both feel one another's bulge. Lightly whispering into her ear, Taylor said "perhaps we should clear the air. Yours or my place?"
 
Natalie eyes bulged a little as Taylor pulled her father into a hug. The Jacobs family was not that demonstrative, or was it that Terry Jacobs didn't much hug his own daughter anymore. Even he seemed surprised as Taylor stepped away from him to hug her mother. Natalie offered the older couple a more conservative handshake before Taylor pulled her into an embrace.

"Perhaps we should clear the air. Yours or my place?" she whispered in her ear and Natalie had to bite her lip to keep from grinning outright.

"You have my number," she said just as quietly before she stepped back and said her finally good byes. Her father barely waved as he ushered his new girlfriend to his late model Jaguar coupe and sped off into the night. Natalie watched them go, her eyes fixed on the license plate until they were out of sight before she turned her eyes back to Taylor. "Pretty bold move...that whole hug thing, but you don't fool me sweetie. I know how I look and you just wanted an excuse to touch me again. I don't blame you," she said with a wink and turned in the direction of her own car, parked far way at the other end of the lot. Natalie didn't want to give anybody the opportunity to ding that matte black finish she paid so much for.

She got halfway there before she stopped and shook her head. Natalie was doing the same thing she hated everybody else for, judging Taylor for what amounted to a misunderstanding.

"You know what," she said as she came back towards her. "Being around my Dad kinda puts me on edge and I'm sure the last person you expected to see tonight was me so I'm sorry for being a little bitchy. The truth is I like being a stripper," she said with a shrug. "I get paid to dance, play dress-up and fulfill people's wildest dreams. And the money is damn good. I'm not ashamed of who I am and you shouldn't be either...but that's just me. If you want to come hang out, that's cool with me. My Dad had that look in his eye so we might be seeing a lot more of each. My place is cozy but it's mine and like it. You're more than welcome to follow me." Natalie pulled the auto-starter remote out of her clutch and brought her beast to life with the touch of a button. "That's me over there. Hope you can keep up."
 
Letting out a huff, Taylor rolled her eyes "that won't be a problem." She said this as she hit the auto-start on her key ring. The bright lights lighting the parking lot behind her. Turning towards her car, her heels clicking on the pavement and the moment she was in the car, her transmission was pressed into Drive.

Her engine roared like blank panther as she exited the parking lot, following closely behind Natalie. Her fingers gripped the wheel as she reflected over the last hour and a half. What were the changes that her mother would be dating something with a daughter just like her, but much more? Taylor wasn't that smart but she assumed the odds were astronomical. Perhaps the bigger question was, why was she wanting Natalie so bad? Clearly something in her subconscious was telling her to go after her but Taylor found it weird now. I mean the two could eventually become sisters! But that thought only made it more exciting.

Groaning to herself, Taylor took a sharp right not expecting the turn from Natalie. Something told her in the back of her heard that if anything were to happen tonight, it'd be angry sex or very intense. Licking her lips, she felt her own shaft pulse between her clothes and her skin, excitement building.

When the two finally reaching Natalie's home, Taylor parked on the street and quickly jumped out of her car. When she finally got closer to Natalie, she kind of glared at her. "Were you trying to lose me? I saw the way you looked at me or at the very least, tried to ignore me tonight..." Taylor got closer to Natalie, having to look up slightly because she was taller than herself. "I hope you have some wine in there."
 
"Please," Natalie said with a smirk as she led Taylor to her door. She wrestled with her keys a moment before she got her door open and deactivated the alarm. "If I didn't want you here I wouldn't have invited you and I already apologized for being kinda bitchy at dinner so take it or leave it. Either way make yourself comfortable. I gotta get out of this thing."

Natalie disappeared into her bedroom then, leaving the door open as she stripped down to her bra and drag queen grade minimizing boy shorts. Those came off next, replaced by a pair of thin cotton shorts that barely hid the length of her flaccid shaft. She lost the bra as well, tossing it to the side and pulled on a sports bra before she headed back into the living room to join Taylor.

"I don't really do wine at home," she said as she headed into her kitchen and pulled the jug of pre-made strawberry flavored Margaritas out of the fridge. She grabbed a couple glasses, filled a bowl with ice, and brought it all out to set on the coffee table in her living room. A mischievous grin came to her lips as she dipped back into the kitchen to grab the tequila and a couple of shot glasses.

"I've got an idea," she said as she poured them both drinks as she settled onto the couch. "How about we start all over? Let's forget about your wardrobe malfunction and you blowing me off after I was so nice to you. We'll forget about your offhanded stripper comment and how not very nice I was to you tonight. Our parents are super serious and we at the very least need to be friends...so...Hi I'm Natalie. I'm a Leo and I have an 11 inch dick. Nice to meet you," she added with a smirk before she downed her shot. She pushed the other full glass towards Taylor and sat back to wait for her response.
 
The moment the pair walked into Natalie's home, Taylor couldn't help but appreciate her style. It was better than she expected and it was clear Natalie did very well for herself. Her eyes danced from object to object, picture to picture until Natalie snapped her out of her daze. "... I gotta get out of this thing." Taylor's head snapped back towards Natalie as she watched her walk off to what she could imagine was her bedroom. Taylor what exactly she meant. Maybe the dress or just the heels?

While she was left alone, Taylor couldn't help but wander the apartment and just wait around in the kitchen. Then she heard Natalie behind her and as she spun, she wasn't expecting the bare appearance. Her eyes first snagged on the bare, flat stomach but also the very compressed cleavage that was nearly bursting from the sports bra. Taylor's eyes maneuvered downward and could tell she was going commando as her flaccid cock was bouncing around under her cotton shorts. There was a jolt of excitement that caused her own flaccid cock to perk up a bit.

At that moment, Taylor wished she had some kind of change of clothes but for now, her dress would have to do. "Gotta admit, didn't know what to expect at your home. Somewhat expected abundant sex related things, I don't know exactly but just didn't expect this. I love it." She followed Natalie to the living room and sat on the couch while Natalie continued to prep. "Well wine or not, I fear no booze."

After the margarita was filled with strawberry mixture, Taylor went to reach for it but instead was given a shot glass filled with tequila. At the initial comment about not calling her back on the night of the discovery, Taylor was about to defend herself but Natalie continued and nearly caused her to laugh; however she played along after a deep sigh. "Natalie, it's great to meet you. My name is Taylor, I'm a Libra and I have a..." Taylor hesitated because she actually didn't know the size of her cock off-hand so she could only estimate, "... a 14 inch cock" Unbeknownst to her, Taylor had overly estimated.

Taylor downed the shot of tequila, not letting it hit her tongue and swallowed it down quickly. When she took a breath in, she let out a small cough at the burning and warm sensation. "Scuse me, sorry. I fear no booze but, I guess I'm out of practice with tequila." Taylor placed the shot glass on the table and picked up the margarita glass. Sitting back into the couch, she did her best to face Natalie directly before continuing. "... and listen, I do want to explain myself for my discrepancies. I over-reacted and didn't mean for it to come out that way so I do apologize. And in regards to not calling you, I wanted too..." Taylor naturally reached out and placed her hand on Natalie's bare leg, just above her knee but realized what she'd done and pulled it back. "... but the group that I was with kept me too busy and out to late and by the time I was alone, I was just too tired to do anything. I was actually going to call you... after this dinner..." Taylor's eyes darted to her drink which she quickly took a large sip of, enjoying the sweet flavor of the margarita.
 
Natalie giggled a little at Taylor's nervousness and smiled as she said, "Don't worry about it babe. We aren't at the club. There's no rules here. I have an extra robe in the back if you wanted to get out of those awful spanx. I can't imagine you and your... uhhh...14 inches are comfortable."

She poured herself another shot and downed as she eyed Taylor sitting uncomfortably on the other end of the couch. As her eyes drifted up her long creamy legs, Natalie couldn't help the way her cock bounced a little in her shorts. Her hand went to it unconsciously as she cleared her throat and glanced around for her stereo remote. She caught sight of it on the other side of the room and jumped up to retrieve it. The head of her cock slipping out the leg of her shorts as she moved.

"How 'bout so music," she said with her back turned, showing Taylor the skein of tattoos that covered the right side of her body from shoulder to mid thigh. It was mostly flowers, cherry blossoms and lilies with a few humming birds and dragonflies mixed in. There was also the hint of letters on her left hip where her stage name was scrolled in from front to back. "I have everything but country but you don't seem like the type anyway," she said as she turned on some EDM. Nothing too heavy, just enough to allow their hips to sway if it came to it.

"Let's have some fun tonight and get to know each other. I don't know about you but you're the first dickgirl I've ever met up close. I had an aunt...my mother's sister...but my dad pretty much keep me away from her."
 
Taylor smiled and nodded, "as long as it's not country, I'm good with whatever you pick. If it's Bieber though, I may have an issue." She teased, sipping at her drink. "Whatever is in this margarita, I love your mixture, it's so yummy..." Maybe it was the shot or the combination of booze but her body was starting to tingle and she was feeling a bit more loose.

Natalie's tattoo was exquisite and very sexy. Taylor had to give credit to anyone who could get a tattoo that extensive and detailed. "You know, I wondered if the tattoo was a fake at the club but now that I can see you here, it's clearly not. I love the design. What made you choose it?"

When Natalie faced her, the tip of her dick was extending out of the shorts and Taylor bit her lower lip, trying not to stare. Her own starting to extend down her thigh, a bulge beginning to push against the material of her dress. Realizing what was happening, she thought the tight confines were causing it so she quickly opted for the robe, "you know what? I think I'll take you up on the offer. Do you think I could get that robe?" Taylor asked, standing trying to hide the bulge with her hand. "Oh and to be honest, I think that it's 14 inches... I've never actually measured it, so I don't really know..."
 
Natalie chuckled as Taylor stood and tried to hide her bulge. "We'll have none of that young lady," she said as she pushed that hand away and stood herself. "As long as you're hanging out with me you let that bad boy free," she added with a giggle as she grabbed Taylor's hand and dragged her into her bedroom.

This room was not nearly as immaculate as her living room. There were clothes strewn everywhere and the closet door lay open, bursting with clothes. Her bed lay unmade with pillows scattered all over the queen sized surface and two sets of handcuffs were locked against the headboard from a resent tryst with her sometimes musician boyfriend.

"Excuse the mess," she said with a smirk as she directed Taylor's attention to the rack of robes. There were six in all, of various lengths and fabrics. Her favorite, floor length number of white lace wasn't among them. That one she kept in her closet for when she needed to feel especially sexy. She hoped the leggy blonde might pick one of the short satin ones. One black, embroidered with pink butterflies. The other an almost lilac paisley design, but both would be too short to contain her cock.

"Take it off...Take it off," Natalie chanted with a giggle as she climbed up on her bed and sat on her knees, keenly aware that her cock had slipped completely out of her shorts but she made no move to cover up. She wanted Taylor to understand that she was completely comfortable with her extra appendage and so too should she be. But she didn't want to scare her off, so she lay on her side head propped up on a stack of pillows, and reached for her stash box for one of the joints she'd rolled earlier.

"A toke a day keeps the doctor away," she said with a wink as she put fire to the rolled chronic. "Come on babe let me see what you're working with. It's only fair...I mean you've seen my bare ass so why shouldn't I see yours."
 
Taylor's hands were quickly swatted away to reveal the bulge making her jump a bit but then Natalie grasped a hand and pulled her into the bedroom. In it, she was pointed to a rack of robes to choose from. While she did she also looked around the room, noting the disarray of clothing. Taylor was somewhat messy but this was well beyond what she made in the bedroom and it was beginning to bother her a bit however the alcoholic buzz was helping push the worry out of her mind.

When Natalie jumped onto her own bed, her cock slipped out and hanging from her shorts, Taylor realized Natalie was going nowhere and she did make a point when she stated that Taylor had seen all of her. Normally she'd have preferred to reveal herself when she thought was time but this was no ordinary circumstance. Within moments, the black dress was off with the spanx and laying on the floor with her heels while she stood completely naked in front of Natalie. There was no point in trying to hide her semi-engorged cock but it was clear what she was equipped with.

Although in her head, Taylor had picked out a robe but her nerves were clearly still there because her hand grasped the hangar with the black robes with pink butterflies and slid it on, finding it just slightly larger on her but her cock was hanging well past the edge of the robe. Clearly there was no point in trying to hide things.

Taylor closed her eyes and took a deep sigh, inhaling a bit of the aromic smell of the joint and relaxing as she switched persona. Normally, she could switch persona's in a snap but these were no normal circumstances. Opening up her eyes, she looked down at Natalie and smiled. Taylor moved towards Natalie on the bed and jumped over her onto the bed, noticing the bed barely moved when she landed. "Nice bed. Is this one of those memory foam mattress ones that doesn't spill the wine? It's very comfortable."

Taylor moved up against the headboard and looked at herself in the robe, noticing how the black satin really highlighted her skin. "You have such great taste in sexy clothing Natalie. So what do you think? Now we've seen each other completely naked. Where does this leave us? I mean... what if we end up becoming sisters?" Taylor teased but the idea of incest excited her, notably her cock bounced and rose from it's relaxed state and started to bend upward and extend very slowly.
 
"I mean... what if we end up becoming sisters?"

"So what if we do?" Natalie said after a big hit off her joint. She held the smoke a moment before she took another and offered it to Taylor, not even sure if the girl smoked. "I mean what better step-sister to have than a hot with a huge cock. One who knows all the best places to hang out and can get you into clubs whenever you want. One who can pass for sweet when she needs to," she added with a nudge and rolled over to face Taylor, her eyes already red and at slits as she let out a sluggish giggle. "I can't think of a better way to screw with dear old dad than to have him wondering if I'm fucking his girlfriend's sweet little girl."

The idea actually turned her on more than she expected. It help that Natalie just had a private showing of all Taylor's naughty bits. And she picked one of the short robes. Even if it was a little big on her shoulders, it still offered Natalie an unobstructed view of her curves.

And that juicy cock that was slowly growing in length. Sure Taylor's math might have been off but it was still a delicious sight that Natalie couldn't keep her eyes off of. Her tongue came out to wet her lips as she reached across to pull the robe open, hoping that Taylor didn't covering it up.

"You're so fucking hot," she mumbled, not meaning to out loud as she put the joint to her lips and took another deep hit. Her own cock had forced it's way up and out of the top of her shorts at this point and Natalie didn't see a reason why Taylor should be the only one exposed.

She stood up on the bed, grinning the whole time as she dropped her shorts with a wiggle of her hips and flopped back down beside her. Her cock pointed straight up at the ceiling as she spread her legs just enough to allow her bare pussy lips to breath beneath her balls.

"Definitely no 14 but still impressive nonetheless," she said with a wink as she reached across Taylor to grab the remote.

Natalie flipped on the television, unembarrassed by the porn that blared in surround sound. A little flirting with the cable installer had afforded her the premium of all premium packages, with all the adult channels free of charge. She had a bit of an addiction if she was honest, watching fuck videos more often than anything else while she was at home. If it were any other newcomer to her place, Natalie might have rushed to change the channel, but she thought Taylor needed to cut loose a little bit. Open up. And what better way to get someone in the mood to get her brains fucked out than a little dirty movie the background.

"I hope you don't mind," she said absently, her eyes glued to the screen with a woman on all fours with a cock pounding her at both ends. "Pot always makes me super horny."
 
Grinning widely, Taylor glanced at the TV as the room was now filled with moans and groans and a thick cock pounding a woman from behind. She looked over at Natalie seeing her eyes glued to the TV and her cock rising to attention now that it was no longer hidden away. Licking her lips, she quickly and instinctively reached out and took hold of the chocolate cock right under the mushroom cap giving it a couple strokes. "Our cocks are more impressive than anyone else's, no guy could match what we have, especially in regards to this."

Taylor wiggled Natalie's cock back and forth from her position until she needed more and rolled over between Natalie's legs and was directly facing her crotch. The cock that was thickening and hardening in her hand was quite intimidating, but Taylor knew how to handle it. Looking up at Natalie, she bent the cock forward and placed it against her face making a point to display that it was bigger than her head. "Tell me something, what have you been able to do with this impressive tool? I'm assuming you've fucked any girl you've wanted with it. I guess I should ask, what have you not done? Every sucked yourself off?"

Taylor grinned, letting her tongue slide up against the skin while her fingers and palm massaged the veiny flesh of her partners cock. It was clear to Taylor that Natalie lotioned and took care of her cock which she could certainly appreciate, especially the taste and feel of the silky flesh. Using the flat of her tongue, she slowly made her way from the base of her cock all the way to the bottom of the fleshy tip, finally letting the cock go and watching it pulse in air.
 
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