Icing & Cake Party

All over 18

The party was going great if he didn't say so himself. He sure had spent enough on liquor. He surveyed the room. The number of guests was perfect. He began wondering what type of entertainment his sister ordered for his birthday present. He paused when he heard a ruckus at the main door.

There was a male entertainer at the front of the room. He was striking in full purple costume. He appeared confused and a few guests were offering to assist. Joe walked up to the guy.

"Are you at the right address?" Joe demanded.

"Yes. This isn't a bachelorette party?" the stripper responded looking around.

"I'll be right back." Joe said as he stepped out the door.

Joe immediately dialed his sister's number. When she answered she was choking with laughter.

"I wish I could see your face!" she was hysterical. She knew her tight ass brother was pissed off. She needed to start explaining quickly before his head popped.

"It is a joke! There are two of them. A male and female entertainment duo. They only work together. I heard about them through word of mouth. They don't advertise. I asked him to prank you first. She is onsite I am sure. You think your wife would let me order only female strippers for your birthday party? As jealous as she is? She has you by the balls, love. Happy Birthday!" his sister said as she hung up the phone.

Joe stepped back into the room and noticed a female standing with the male. Her pink costume, what there was of it, matched to her counterpart. She had long dancer legs, narrow hips, and a rack. Joe's mouth went dry. A couple of his buddies were chatting with the male stripper. The male stripper had a hard on. He had one arm around his counterpart and her hand was possessively on his thigh.

"What is the name of your act?" one of his buddies asked.

"Cake & Icing. He's the Cake and I am the Icing," she said.

It was then the music changed. Joe noticed the entertainers look at each other, hold hands, and strut to the stage area in the room. Icing seductively walked on the stage turning to make eye contact with the guests. She was touching all over her body rubbing her palms along her torso. She caressed her tits and pushed them further up massaging them at the same time. She ran her hands down the center of her body. Cake was on the other side of the stage area dancing. She gracefully removed her top. Then they met together in the center of the stage.

Cake was her pole. She stepped around him then hooked a leg around his. He brought her to his center and she proceeded to grind against him. She bent forward and touched her toes keeping her ass to his groin. He pulled her up and slowly removed her cami. Her tits spilled out and she moved her arms behind his head arching her back pushing her tits out further. He reached around to her front squeezing and massaging her tits. They moved apart and she did her strut routine again. That went on for a little while. They came back together in the center and she walked around him and enticingly pulled down his pants. She was consistently smiling and focusing on the guests. His hard on sprang loose and she stroked him a few times. She whipped her ponytail and continued dancing around him grinding herself on him. She did a squat opening and closing her legs while facing the guests. She smoothly stood up. She was always in motion rolling her hips.

Cake had torn away her skirt revealing a pink crotchless panty. She remained in her pink thigh high boots, pink choker, and purple sequined long over the elbow fingerless gloves. Cake had on his purple fishnet top. Using the back of a chair in front of her, she rested her hands on top of the backrest and bent over. Her brother walked up behind her and holding his dick entered her pussy. She turned her head to smile at the guests while Cake fucked her. She exaggerated her movements while he pumped in and out. He kept his arm out of the way so the guests had a clear view of him fucking her. They never kissed when in public or on stage. That was an intimacy saved only for the two of them privately.

Icing was looking around for the birthday man of the hour and she didn't see him anywhere. She wondered if he was in the bathroom jerking off. He was clearly paranoid of being too close to her and her brother. He did not want to get caught in a camera or video shot with them. She knew his sister hired them. Maybe his sister hated his wife. It was strange to her the way he was acting.

Her brother patted her ass to let her know he was about to come. She flipped around and squatted in front of him. He came all over her tits. She rubbed her hands all over her tits pushing them up and squishing them together. She was looking at the guests smiling. This was their haymaker. Cake slowly pulled her up and she grabbed a towel to wipe herself off. They walked off the staging area together. She went to the left and he to the right. Each worked their side of the guests. When Icing saw her brother head back to the stage, she followed. They collected all that was theirs and left.

"Whose turn is it to drive home?" she asked.

"I will," he said gruffly.

Icing knew to the penny how much money they had in their checking and saving accounts. They were always saving. They spent only what they needed to survive and for their 'business'.

"How did we do tonight?" he inquired.

"We did good, real good." She was happy.

As soon as they got in the car, Cake pulled her to him and kissed her. It was a needy, hungry kiss. Icing deepened the kiss and slid her tongue over his. He responded with slow strokes of his tongue. They needed to get home and get in the shower.

As soon as they entered their apartment, it all started coming off. First the wig, the fake nails, the falsies, and in the shower the hot water washed away the grime, the make-up, and body paint. They soaped each other up as was their ritual and scrubbed. Icing's natural hair was short. It was easier working with wigs and extensions. Icing put her arms around Cake's neck and rested her head on his chest. He reached his arms around her and rested his hands on her lower back and held her. They stayed like that for a while til the hot water ran out.

They toweled off and got in the bed. Cake gently placed himself between her legs.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too," she smiled. She tenderly ran her fingers along his jaw.

"You know it is time we move on to another city?" she asked.

"Yeah. I do know," he replied.

He laid a soft sensual kiss on her top lip. He then gently kissed her bottom lip and sides of her mouth. She grinned. When he kissed the center of her lips, she parted hers slightly. His tongue explored her lips and mouth. His tongue was so warm, soft, and wet. She closed her lips on his tongue and sucked gently. He was laying on top of her with as much skin touching hers as possible. He was careful not to put too much weight on her. When she sucked on his tongue, he couldn't wait any longer to enter her. He reached down, lined his dick up to her pussy and slowly slid all the way inside her. She arched her back and moaned. He fit her perfectly. He felt her warmth surround him and he rocked slowly back and forth.

This was so different from when they were on stage. It was real. He lovingly kissed her down her neck, returned to her lips, and kissed down the other side of her neck. She slid her hand between them and began making circles with her fingers on her clit. Her brother's pace quickened and he was thrusting hard into her. She moaned when she orgasmed. Her pussy was clenching on his dick. He groaned in response, slammed into her, and came.

Carefully he rolled off her. He laid on his side and pulled her to him kissing her shoulder. Spooning her, they fell asleep.