As Andrea and Cameila stepped apart, Stacy, crushed as flat as paper, floated down between them. Stacy was relieved that the gross ordeal of being trapped between their farting butts was over. However, as she was falling, a cool gust of wind caught her. Someone must have left a window open in the club, because it grabbed her and blew her towards the stripper pole. Stacy wrapped around the pole with her face on the outside facing the audience. It was sticky – Stacy didn’t want to know what from – and it held her in place.
Suddenly, the DJ’s voice boomed over the club music. “Hey gents (and ladies)! Let’s give it up for Roooooshanda!”
Stacy whimpered when she saw the stripper who walked out; the dark-skinned Roshanda had to be one of the biggest women she had ever seen. Despite being only average height, she had a grotesquely large set of hips, at least 50 inches wide. These were fed by a pair of big, thick, muscular thighs. Her huge hips tapered into a comparatively thin waist of about 35 inches, with a shallow belly that jiggled as she walked. Above this was a big set of breasts, H cups that bounced as she walked. She had curly black hair that fell to her shoulders, a large mouth with thick lips, big brown eyes and a wide, flat nose. Judging from the hoots and cat calls, Roshanda was popular with the guys, although how they could find someone so exaggeratedly proportioned attractive was beyond Stacy.
The only thing Roshanda was wearing was a teensy tiny white bikini. Judging from the way the top was bouncing, Stacy guessed the stripper was wearing breast tape to keep her tits from popping out. The flat girl could tell she was wearing a thong because it was so small it couldn’t even cover all of her lower set of thick lips, leaving the big woman’s labia bulging out the sides.
Roshanda walked to the edge of the stage, blowing kisses to the hungry watchers. The dental floss that was her thong at the back cut into her fat hips and completely disappeared between her huge buttocks; if Stacy was normal sized, each would have been bigger than her head, and not be a small margin. The stripper started to back up towards the pole and Stacy realised with horror that she was at the same height as Roshanda’s ass.
Stacy tried to call out, but her tiny crushed lungs and the loud music made it impossible for her to be heard. She could only watch horrified as the big booty got closer and closer, each cheek bouncing with every step backwards. The tiny woman desperately tried to shake herself lose as the massive ass came nearer, swaying back and forth, but there was no escape. Finally, the jiggling mass reached the pole. Stacy cried as she felt the cheeks envelop her, conforming to the pole. She was entombed in booty flesh. Slowly, Roshanda forced the pole deeper until Stacy was pressed up against Roshanda’s wrinkled, brown asshole. The only thing separating Stacy from Roshanda’s sphincter was the string of white cloth.
She felt Roshanda’s buttocks begin to shake. Roshanda was booty clapping the pole. Slowly, Roshanda began working her way around the pole, smearing her butthole along Stacy. All the while, her booty fat bounced off the rest of Stacy. Stacy wished she could be anywhere but here.
Roshanda stopped when she reached the other side of the pole. She kept clapping for a few more seconds. Stacy was treated to brief glimpses of the crowd enjoying the show before Roshanda’s ass clapped together again, obscuring them from her sight.
Abruptly, the clapping stopped and Roshanda stepped away from the pole. She walked around to the front and turned back to the audience, and began clapping her ass again. Stacy enjoyed the relief and prayed that Roshanda would finish and not go back to the pole. It was not to be; Roshanda approached the pole again. She grabbed the pole above Stacy and hoisted herself up. She spread her legs in an upwards V shape and began sliding down. Stacy’s face was steamrolled by Roshanda’s pussy. By the time it reached the trapped girl the white thong and disappeared between her lips. Roshanda was enjoying the attention – she had become wet and the sticky juices rubbed off on Stacy. If Stacy hadn’t been totally flat already, she woud have thrown up. After the stripper’s vagina had passed Stacy she felt a moment of relief, until Roshanda began dragging herself back up the pole.
Roshanda began grinding up and down the pole, smearing Stacy with her juices. Stacy was in hell, sticky hot hell. Eventually, Roshanda stopped grinding and flipped upside down, crossing her legs and leaning backwards. She slid down the rest of the way until he reached the floor. When her hands touched the stained carpet, Roshanda used them to hold herself up, then flipped again, spreading her legs and doing the splits with her huge booty facing the audience. She stood up, blew a few kisses to the audience, and walked off stage. What happened to Stacy?
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