This is a quick story I wrote while taking a break from the Britnee stories. I hope you like it. I will be taking a break from the internet for a few weeks/months so,
Thanks again for all the views, favorites and responses!
I shall return with more stories as soon as I can. Until then, Enjoy!
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The sound of Julie Juggs huge, fake tits pummelling the man's face could almost be heard over the loud disco music of the Gentleman's club she was performing at. The man was a fat, ugly slob, but, the five Ben Franklins he had waved at her for a private dance had been plenty good looking enough for her. Besides, she thought, if he wants to feel what being slapped with tits filled with seven liters of saline each feels like, who am I to judge. She smiled as she wondered how he would explain the bruises on his face to his wife later. As the song playing wound down, Julie pressed the guy's bald head tight against her huge, cantaloupe-sized breasts and held him there for a count of 30, almost suffocating the poor bastard.
After releasing him, Julie stood and thanked the speechless, gasping man and slipped the money down her thong before blowing a kiss and exiting the private booth. She loved the feel of crisp dollars rubbing against her pussy almost as much as she loved her enormous, enhanced tits.
Julie Juggs was a rising star in the world of exotic feature dancers. She traveled the country dancing in strip clubs as a featured performer. The clubs would advertise on radio and social media and post her name and publicity photos on their marquee. Julie usually stayed in each city or town for two or three days, dancing tree shows a night and signing and selling autographed pictures of herself and allowing the club's patrons to take pictures with her for a small fee.
Occasionally, a local radio or tv station would invite her to come over and do an interview. She always enjoyed doing them, joking around with the morning DJs and telling lewd stories. The tv shows were much less silly, Julie dressed up for them and only showed a small amount of cleavage. She would talk about her touring, the business she owned with her husband, Rob, why she decided to get breast implants and why such big ones and, she spent as much time as she could promoting her website, JulieJuggsXXX.com, as well as her club, Stripper Sluts, located in Hootertonville Ohio.
Julie got a bottle of water from the bartender and spent the next hour signing autographs and taking pictures with fans. When a tall, handsome black man walked up, Julie grinned and gave him a big hug.
"Tyrone! I was hoping to see you again," she exclaimed. "My last visit must have been a good one!"
"Good to see you, baby," the man replied. Tyrone was about 6'3" and wearing a suit cut to fit his well-muscled body. He had a dark complexion and short hair with sideburns and a mustache. Julie had met him on her last trip to this club and after giving him a private dance had invited him to see her the next time she was in town. She normally didn't do this but, the bulge in his pants as she ground against him had made her wet with lust.
"So how do you like Des Moines," Tyrone asked, smiling as he stood with her for a photo.
"I can't say, " Julie giggled. "You know how it is. Hotel and club then, on to the next town. I never see anything else. Except for the broadcast booths at the stations.
Tyrone chuckled, "Yeah, I feel ya. Tell you what, if your in town a few days, I'll take you to lunch and a tour of the sites. Iowa is a happenin' place!"
"It's a date!"
Oh, and I did what you said, baby. I brought a few friends to meet you. They's all big fans of yours! We all just love them big ol' titties o' yours!"
Julie blushed as he waved five more black men over. Tyrone made the introductions. Julie greeted each man with a quick hug and a peck on the cheek before taking pictures with each one individually and then some pictures with the whole group. She felt herself getting aroused as each man was very good looking and well built. She couldn't help wondering what kind of package each one had in his pants and, she wanted to find out.
As Tyrone turned to return to his table, Julie handed him a business card from the hotel she was staying at with her cell number and room number written on the back.
"Call me after the show. I wanna freshen up and have a little party. Make sure you bring your friends."
Tyrone grinned and kissed her cheek. "Sure thing, baby. We'll be there."
Julie went to her dressing room and picked up her phone. She texted: Its all setup. Later after the show.
She changed her costume and waited for the DJ to announce her for her final show of the evening.
At the hotel, Julie stripped and stepped into the shower. She sighed as the hot water caressed her skin. She loved how the water felt on her round, heavy, cantaloupe shaped tits. She massaged her tits, moaning as she did so. They're so fucking big and sexy, she thought. I could cum just rubbing them! Julie poured body wash all over herself and soaped up, paying extra attention to her pussy and ass before massaging the soap onto and all around her massive tits. Her hand roamed over the soft flesh. She squeezed and lifted them to get the skin under her tits clean and soaped her cleavage. She couldn't help moaning loudly as she washed her heavy juggs, she was so turned on by them. Her nipples were rock hard and she pulled and twisted them and lifted her tits to her mouth to try to lick them.
After several minutes of loving her enormous rack, the platinum-haired vixen rinsed off and stepped from the shower. She toweled off and began rubbing scented lotion over her skin. As she massaged her perfectly round tits again, she sat down on the toilet.
"Screw it!" Julie spread her legs and began furiously rubbing her wet, burning cunt. She squeezed a tit with one hand and moaned even louder as she brought herself to orgasm! The feeling of her huge tits and the thought of six hung black men had her hornier than she had been in days!
"Yes," she cried out, trembling and shaking as the orgasm washed over her. It was a few moments before she could rise and wipe herself clean again. Shaking her head and giggling, she finished applying light makeup to her face and exited the bathroom.
She picked up her phone and called Rob. "Hey, babe, how's it going?"
"Ok. Miss you like crazy," Rob replied.
