Katarina Dubrova stepped into the dimly lit private room, her golden minidress hugging every curve of her voluptuous body like a second skin. The fabric shimmered under the soft glow of the overhead lights, accentuating her massive big tits that strained against the low-cut neckline. As a stunning blonde with long waves cascading down her back, she exuded confidence and seduction, her blue eyes locking onto David, who sat on the plush couch across from a sturdy wooden table. This intimate setting was theirs alone—no interruptions, no prying eyes—just the two of them in this haven of desire.
David’s gaze traveled up her legs, encased in sheer black fishnet stockings that led to shiny black latex boots with towering high heels that clicked authoritatively against the floor. Beneath the short hem of her dress, her bead-string panties teased promises of what’s to come, the delicate chain nestling between her smooth pussy lips. Katarina had never worked as a professional stripper, but her hot body and those enormous big tits made her a natural. She knew how to move, how to gyrate, and tonight, she planned to give David a performance he’d never forget—a seductive table dance followed by an even more intimate lap dance.
She sauntered over to the table, her hips swaying hypnotically. Placing one hand on her hip, she flashed him a sultry smile. “Ready for your private show, David?” she purred in her thick Czech accent, her voice like velvet wrapping around his senses. He nodded, his cock already twitching in his pants as he leaned back, mesmerized.
Katarina climbed onto the table with graceful ease, her high heels scraping lightly against the wood. She started slow, rolling her shoulders and letting her hands glide over her golden minidress, tracing the outline of her big tits. The dress was tight, but she tugged at the straps, pulling them down inch by inch until the top pooled at her waist. Her massive breasts spilled free, heavy and natural, nipples already hardening in the cool air. She cupped them, squeezing gently, her thumbs circling the pink peaks as she locked eyes with David.
Leaning forward, she shook her chest, making her big tits bounce and jiggle enticingly. David’s breath hitched, his hands gripping the couch cushions. Katarina laughed softly, a seductive sound that sent shivers down his spine. She turned, arching her back to present her ass, the bead-string panties visible as she ground her hips in slow circles. The beads rubbed against her clit with each movement, drawing a soft moan from her lips. She glanced over her shoulder, sticking out her tongue playfully, teasing him as he reached out instinctively.
But she wasn’t done with the table yet. Standing tall on her high heels, Katarina unzipped the side of her dress, letting it slide down her body in a golden cascade. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in just the fishnet stockings, latex boots, and those provocative bead panties. Her blonde hair whipped as she spun, her big tits swaying freely. She dropped to her knees on the table, crawling toward the edge closest to David, her breasts hanging low and full. Reaching down, she trailed her fingers along his jaw, then pulled back, denying him touch for now.
“Patience,” she whispered, her accent stretching the word into something sinful. Rising again, she gyrated faster, her body undulating like a wave. Her hands roamed everywhere—over her flat stomach, down to where the beads teased her wet pussy, up to pinch her nipples. David’s cock strained against his zipper, and he shifted uncomfortably, but Katarina’s show held him captive.
Finally, she stepped down from the table, her high heels clicking as she approached the couch. The lap dance was about to begin. Straddling his lap without hesitation, she pressed her big tits against his chest, her nipples brushing his shirt. She ground her hips down, feeling his hardness through his pants, the beads of her panties adding friction against her slick folds. David groaned, his hands finally landing on her waist, but she guided them up to her breasts, encouraging boob play.
“Touch them,” she commanded softly, and he obeyed, squeezing her soft, heavy flesh. His thumbs flicked her nipples, making her gasp. Katarina leaned in, her lips brushing his ear. “You like my big tits, David? They’re all for you tonight.” She rocked against him, building the tension, her blonde locks falling over his face as she kissed his neck.
But Katarina was no ordinary stripper. She went further, her hand sliding down to his belt. With deft fingers, she unbuckled it, unzipping his pants to free his throbbing cock. It sprang out, thick and veined, pre-cum already beading at the tip. She wrapped her hand around it, starting a slow handjob, her grip firm and twisting as she stroked from base to head. David bucked his hips, but she pressed him back, taking control.
Leaning down, her big tits dangling, Katarina extended her tongue and licked the underside of his shaft, tasting his saltiness. Then, without warning, she took him into her mouth for a deep blowjob. Her lips stretched around his girth, sucking hard as she bobbed her head. The wet slurping sounds filled the room, mixed with her hungry moans. She held his balls in one hand, massaging them gently while her other continued the handjob on what she couldn’t swallow.
David’s fingers tangled in her blonde hair, guiding her rhythm, but Katarina set the pace—fast and relentless. She pulled off with a pop, strings of saliva connecting her lips to his cock, then dove back in, deepthroating him until her nose pressed against his abdomen. As she sucked, her free hand slipped between her legs, rubbing her pussy through the beads, the added stimulation making her clit throb.
“You can put it between my breasts,” she murmured, pulling away and sitting up. Her Czech accent made the words even sexier. She positioned herself on her knees between his legs, pressing her big tits together around his slick cock. Tit-fucking began in earnest—David thrust up, sliding his length through the warm valley of her cleavage. Katarina spat on the tip for lubrication, her tongue darting out to lick it each time it emerged. “Fuck my tits, David,” she urged, her eyes gleaming with lust.
He did, pounding between her massive globes, the soft flesh enveloping him completely. She squeezed harder, her nipples grazing his skin, heightening the sensation. After several minutes of this intense tit-fucking, Katarina’s breaths came in pants. She wanted more.
Shifting, she lay back on the couch, her high heels digging into the cushions as she spread her legs. “Come here,” she beckoned, slapping her big tits together invitingly. David knelt over her, sliding his cock back between them for more tit-sucking and play. He leaned down, capturing one nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while pinching the other. Katarina arched, moaning loudly as his teeth grazed the sensitive bud.
But the foreplay had built to a fever pitch. Katarina pushed him off gently, standing to shimmy out of her bead-string panties. They fell to the floor, revealing her shaved pussy, already glistening with arousal. She climbed back onto the couch, pushing David to lie down. Straddling him reverse, she guided his cock to her entrance and sank down slowly, initiating intercourse.
Her tight pussy gripped him like a vice, wet and hot. Katarina rode him hard, her big tits bouncing with each thrust. David reached up for more boob play, kneading them as she ground her clit against his base. The fishnet stockings rubbed against his thighs, and her latex boots flexed with her movements. “Fuck me deeper,” she demanded, her accent thickening with pleasure.
They switched positions fluidly. David flipped her onto her back for missionary, hooking her legs over his shoulders. Her high heels pointed to the ceiling as he slammed into her, his cock stretching her pussy wide. Katarina’s nails raked his back, her big tits jiggling with every powerful stroke. He leaned down for tit-sucking, latching onto a nipple while pounding her relentlessly.
Sweat slicked their bodies, the room filled with the sounds of skin slapping and her ecstatic cries. “Yes, David, fuck my pussy!” she gasped. He felt her walls clench, her first orgasm crashing over her, but he didn’t stop. Pulling out, he turned her over onto all fours for doggy style.
Katarina’s ass presented perfectly, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. David gripped her hips, thrusting back in with force. The angle hit her G-spot dead-on, making her scream in pleasure. Her big tits swung beneath her, and he reached around for a handjob on her clit while fucking her from behind. The bead panties were long gone, but the memory of their tease lingered.
“Harder!” she begged, pushing back against him. David’s balls slapped against her with each doggy style plunge, building his own release. But he held off, wanting to savor every moment. They moved again—Katarina on top in cowgirl, her high heels planted for leverage as she bounced, her pussy milking his cock.
Finally, the intensity peaked. David sat up, pulling her close for more tit-fucking while she rode him sideways. His mouth found her breasts again, sucking and biting as she clenched around him. “I’m close,” he grunted.
“Cum inside me,” Katarina whispered, her eyes locked on his. “Give me a creampie.” She sped up, her movements frantic. With a roar, David exploded, his cock pulsing as hot cum flooded her pussy. The creampie overflowed, dripping down her thighs as she ground out her second orgasm, her body shuddering.
But they weren’t done. Panting, Katarina slid off, dropping to her knees for one last blowjob to clean him up. She sucked greedily, tasting their mixed juices, until he was hard again. This time, he bent her over the table—the very one she’d danced on—for more fucking. Gripping her big tits from behind, he re-entered her in doggy style, the wood creaking under them.
Her latex boots scraped the floor, high heels adding height. David pounded her pussy, the creampie from before making everything slicker. Katarina reached back, spreading her ass cheeks for deeper penetration. “Fuck me like a stripper slut,” she moaned, fully embracing the role.
He obliged, switching to missionary on the table, her legs wrapped around his waist. More tit-sucking ensued, his mouth devouring her nipples while his cock drove into her. The intercourse was raw, primal—sweat flying, bodies colliding. For a handjob twist, Katarina stroked his shaft as he pulled out partially, then guided him back in.
As climax built again, David pulled out, aiming for a cumshot. Katarina knelt before him, pushing her big tits together. “On my tits,” she said, and he erupted, ropes of cum painting her chest white. She rubbed it in, smiling up at him with satisfaction.
Exhausted but glowing, they collapsed onto the couch. Katarina’s golden minidress lay forgotten, her fishnet stockings torn slightly from the passion. David pulled her close, kissing her deeply. “Best lap dance ever,” he murmured.
She chuckled, her hand idly stroking his softening cock. “Just wait for the encore.”
