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Peep Show

By: adidasv40



The Peep Show.... 

Introduction

I had a wet dream inside a nightmare hours after I had closed my eyes, and the coffin had ceased to allow any more light in. A slut. She was super vixen that could cultivate the highest level of erotic allure. Her sex appeal, though trashy, was the incarnate of a myth that resonates through vortexes of time and space, from the subconscious to supernal. She aroused minds and engorged many of organs, until one fateful morning I sat feeding pigeons cyanide rice and noticed a corpse curled in a corner where two office buildings joined. I waltzed across the street making sure to stop and twirl so I could smile at the driver who just slammed on his brakes to keep from ruffling my fine suit. The collection of flesh seemed familiar and a reminiscent scent of semen was in the air. Her chest no longer heaving as I once saw it do, as a matter of fact this adolescent wasn't breathing at all. 

This all just inflicted yet another dream...that took place years before, myself, this lonesome character found this girl's body. It was me staring over her body. Remembering the first time I had met her. Before her involvement in various pills and powders, extreme bondage, prostitution, and the whole lifestyle that I had aided her in being introduced to. These were the days when the air was clean, and sex was still filthy. The days when saying certain words were supposed to make your gums bleed…

1 

The weeks have grown long, hard, and not intoxicated at all with any form of absinth. I’ve been in this bored room this past month trying to continually explain the difference between a night club and a night stick to a pile of idiots, who for the life of them could not see the connection betwixt the moustache of Dali and the “mustache” of Nietzsche. I’ve grown weary and shoved all this dirt back in my mouth, for I realize my philosophies get me nowhere with any of these faux witch doktor professors. They do tickle my fancy among many other things and I’ve learned to stop our debates with these so-called superiors when need be, I never look a judge in the mouth unless his gift is a book about horses.

So with wants of dames and dolls and the excitement of para-noir, I figure its time to end this intermezzo and exercise my audio sense before the ringing musical celluloid in the canal turns to cellulite. Humming the tune of the underworld’s voix de ville, I begin to take pride in my vulgarity as I garb my limbs and paint my face until I look like a work of art in itself. Buttoned down and top hat tilted, I’m exiting this central nervous system and off to the ballroom, it is time to be nailed the wrecking ball of a waltz.

The stage is set, lights dimmed. The audience well lubricated by their fermented liquid, most preferably in sugared absinthe and martini glasses with each individual's preference of however many olives they want. I, myself, feel nature calling; now whether that's due to alcohol consumption or the anticipation of the show about to start, I cannot tell. But I'd tolerate the texture of a soaked pinstriped pants and the scent of my urine lingering in the air with the likes of my fluttering cigarette smoke and the gypsy incense burning throughout the joint, if it meant I would not miss a second of the upcoming display. I squirm in my seat to readjust like a child in a pew on Sunday morning with better things to do. 

And finally, that velvet cake curtain is drawn back and the host of the evening sensationally proclaims.

“A little introduction to my side show tent, please take your time to understand all of these hymns of broken hymens and hurl plenty of vegetables at my stage...with a rose in my teeth and sitting hip deep in a compost heap, I am thankful for all you have to say. Though I’m sure you'll laugh, you'll cry, you'll cum, and maybe pass a little gas. It'll all be over before you know it, then you'll slap me and ask what the fuck was all that ruckus was for. No need for Lietz in this Cam-era, but prepare yourself for the pictureske ruins of the Aktion. Enjoy the obsequy of art ladies and gents!”

Just to disappear and to allow the spotlight to drop down to reveal the EYE-sing. A voluptuous too-young-to-know-better-buxom-bombshell-blond. The band I know is attempting a dramatic classical introduction, just to roll into today's modern sound of the new Negro jazz, but I care not for what is audible at this junction. Tonight I give praise to the gods for the gift of sight. Slowly, and sloppily seductively, the new coming wanna be vaudeville dancer breaching into this underworld of the burlesque begins her dance/act. To aid my displeasure with a rotten start, the pace quickens and her struts, trots, and strides grow more fluid and natural. With every turn, bend, and presentation of flexibility I fathom the various positions she could be slaved into with the fear of pain.

Something is innocent about her, I notice, as she removes layer after layer of her excess extravagant get-up. Down to satin gloves, pasties, stockings, and a petticoat (that is shed within another 2 minutes). Intriguing how a feminine character, so undefined and well designed, can stimulate a psyche by her every movement, revealing a personality that lies somewhere between feathers and leather. The glamorous glitter blinds like diamonds capturing an eclipse, a holy light refracting off those one-day-will-lactate-mammaries. 

She swings by tables making dates be more watchful of their men as she fogs their bi-focals and loosens their ties, while some of the wives and accompanying courtesans secretly touch themselves and blush until their cheeks matches their rouge in a bi-sexual shame. Kicking her legs in patterned out numbers. Legs. Legs that only age can make that refined. Legs only youth can vouch for their flawlessness.

As this Shirley Temple dominatrix, (or Betty Page virgin- whichever way you see it), gallops her heals and lashes in my direction. I, yet again, squirm in my seat. But not out of a need for restroom facilities. With one deep inhale off a cigarette and a martini moistening my throat, I reclaim my demonically demure composure. Her buttocks propped up on my table, her lashes flutter, and wanton lips pout and part. And if I could be the second hand on a cuckoo clock, I’d grab a feather and yell STOP! 

This innocent little girl has already mastered the marketing tease of a bordello resident. A professional magnet apt in stimulating an organ with a rush of blood, oxygen, and alcohol that is the most difficult to erotically erect, my mind.

She drops a card in my coat pocket with a kiss on the cheek and a brush of cleavage, and I, a piece of currency in her stockings. She turns, and in a ballet step, dances backs to the stage. 

She takes her bows and at last, the curtain drops. The chic closet sluts that compose the audience, horny and excited, gives a barroom bred with opera concert applause. Amused that she received the music of applause, though boo’s are beautiful when harmonized, I watch the crowd make their exodus in couples in the mood for copulating and singles knowing baby oil is in their near future and with the rise of this mob scene, I know it is time to go.

I glance at the card, and in a schoolgirl script, a phone number is listed. With more than a shroud of doubt that this maidenhead could actually want to be deflowered by a sexual deviant such as I, that this boss pussy has lost her keys and I’m the lucky cocksmith. Standing, straightening my suit, tossing my top hat back on and with cane in hand, I begin the stroll home. Lethargic and ready for bed, I tip toe down these New Orleans’s concrete streets wondering if I could be this dove's incubus or her, my succubus. Cracking a smile, I finally let my bladder release down my leg, and finish my walk home in high spirits. Joyous with the knowledge that by next nightfall I may have plowed something sacred. That I, this Pope, this histrion of fashion and etiquette, will find a release in ravishing skin that is a neo-milky-Victorian crème and bloodying such beautiful entrails. Now that the rabbit has pulled me into the hat of obsession I feel myself succumbing to the tyranny of anticipating taste and now my mouth waters for the plunders of tomorrow night. She has knocked me off the hook. The person you are trying to reach is no longer here



2 

As I lay the sated in a languid sleep, the sudden creeping light coming in through the blinds, the rush of blood that I feel so often in the morning, and the whore-moans that run amuck, brim the final impulses for my awakening. I grab the pocket watch off of the nightstand, only to see the hands make fists for I have slept too long. 10:34 it reads, one day the chickens will raise with me, hell maybe Christ too. I stare for just a moment at that same old crack in the wall with an eye crust daze. Oh, the noisy, hot afternoons I’ve sat bored starring at that crack to see its symbolism in my life. Concocting multitudes of metaphors for its politics, its omens, it’s… ah, Psssh! Who needs superstition babble? I know it’s from those Sullivan boys upstairs who jump around all day long pretending to be Al Capone’s henchmen. One day those fine young prospects will be ripe for corruption and discipline. For now they’re nothing more than fecal matter and with every stomp they strengthen the stench.

I open the drawer of the nightstand and remove a solid black silk handkerchief. As I begin to unfold it in this meat-mutilating-ritualistic preparation, I begin to dream, of, her …what was her name? Whom will I ask for when I call? Possibly her father can tell me her name if he answers. But I must not let this bring ruin to my ritual. So as I reach down to find the mini-monolith equally as ready, I find that it won’t be long until my daily artistic creation is finished. 

Yes, yes, it is wild to be alive, running so fast towards a drunken death with every stroke of life, with every passing by nimble finger reaching out to shake hands and pick pocket its nap sack filled with all the rebellious sweet and sour goodies you’d find in the bags of most run-a-way boys in Chicago. And as if street fighting, it spits and drools gasping for air in one final headlock while it leaves the terminal stain of life out to suffocate on oxygen. So I fold the handkerchief four-fold, hold it for a few seconds to allow the fluid to grow accustomed to its smooth deathbed. As I unfold my cloth canvas to make sure it is dry, I hang it up on the wall, with the twenty or so others. I take a step back and notice the symmetrical patterns formed in perfect psychological blot testing turned art. This one speaks to me more so than usual, a bar, a bar in a birdcage. Yes that is what it is; I must ask those doctors what they make of this! Maybe it’s telling me to clip the wings, cage, and provide a circus for all I find as my pets. That must be it.

With that accomplished I meander over to the telephone and ask the operator to connect me to the number on this little card I was so lucky to come across last night. A youthful female voice answers and I ask her if she was at club last night and agreed she was. We had our pleasantries of formal phone introduction, she introduced herself as Kira. Then we agreed to rendezvous late this afternoon at a café that would be a midpoint between our flats. So with a drop of the telephone I was gracefully hurried around the flat cleaning, preparing, and making sure all my garments were ready and properly creased and cleaned. “I got a date, a date, can’t be late!!” as I fall further into the hat. So with my best faux-Gestapo regalia on and the flat nice and tidy as if I had my own little French maid, I was out the door making sure it hit me on the ass on my way out. 

I adore the fabulous walk to this little café, the pedestrians are always entertaining, especially when mixed with shattered glass, blood, and asphalt of a automobile accident, but there’s no such luck today. The pigeons by the park bench notice me though I have nothing for them today; I feel almost an empathy that they will grow hungry. “ Until Sunday my little pecker, until Sunday”. The streets of New Orleans filled with lively Negroes, charlatans, harlequins, young blossoming girls, decaying women, and some might wonder what kind of gender-fuckery are they trying to prove with their androgynous outfits on. Stepping right along, I gave a “Hail! Hitler!” salute to the jack-(off)icer on the corner and for once he paid me no mind. 

I stand here at the curb and watch traffic go by, gazing at a clean cut young gentleman. He was wearing this silly little white suit, one eye looked darkened possibly from make-up of some kind, and wearing this silly little black hat. He looked rather lonesome, bereft of animal contact for quite some time. So I watch him walk into his little milk bar and continue on with two more blocks ahead of me, as I smell the scent of honey through the winds of time. Buzzing through these streets by foot towards pollination. 

Amongst the umbrella and non-crafted iron tables, there she sat awaiting over a cup of some kind of coffee and dressed rather conservatively compared to that of which I was hoping for. She bore a long black skirt, one that would look better bunched up as a belt I might add, and a blouse to match buttoning all the way to her neck. What a shame, at least I have the pleasures of imagination. I greet this platinum headed beauty with a kiss on her hand and a finger stroke on her wrist and start the typical primordial rhetoric of an eloquent conversation. I soon learn she lives on her own and ran away from an orphanage not too many years ago from the day. 

I then break her worthless spatter mid-sentence to call “Pardon! garcon!! Café Latte!” just for her to continue about herself a little more. About how her mother was a whore, how she didn’t know her father, and how the church had scolded her past the point of sanity in the orphanage. As soon as her little jack-in-the-box-voice has used up all the energy it could, I decided to perform for her a series of little compliments. Actual dialogue wasn’t worth the headache of trying to explain half the things I would utter, and I’d rather see her blush than grow interested. As my coffee is finally served I pull a flask from my pocket to add a kick of Irish Crème into it and the persuasion to return to my flat begins. She inquired, while fluttering those lashes once more, if such a thing would be indecent at having such a short acquaintance or some such nonsense. But through the plethora of elementary words spat in this con-vincing-game she decided to accompany me. Must be something about a gentleman with cufflinks.

We make our way back through these city streets, though I notice no other females. That young chap is no longer walking in or out of the milk bar and the officer must have gone home to so his wife and he can slobber over their trough. Some store owners were closing down for the night and giving me looks that declared they were having a mock tribunal in their head to decide what should be done with the likes of me. 

As we enter the flat, I stroll around in a careless manner, not so worried about my composure any longer, to light candles and prepare chardonnay for two. As the wine falls from bottle to glass it’s a reminder of what the trail following the brightest star must look like as it fell from a Neverland heaven and chuckled at the irony. We sipped our wine and continued our con-versation which was more like a circus commercial advertising the apocalypse of her chastity while sitting on the tiger skin couch I am so fond of. I reach over to gently massage her shoulders and screams of silence echoed in the room. They were going on and on about her petrifying fear, excitement, and drunken anticipation. Brushing the backside of my hand ever so lightly under her cheeks which now were just as red as I remembered them from last nights show. Piece by piece, button by button I shed her blouse, slid down skirt, and slipped off her shoes while hiding one under the couch. 

I was caressing every inch, grazing every orifice on my way down and on my way back up. Those wanton lips began to pout once again but with a yearning that wasn’t there before. I sat her on the couch, removed my trousers, and I folded them nicely and put them away. I came back to her with a present hanging for her at eye level. As I brought it closer in order to give those wanton lips something they deserved she instinctively devoured it. A small series of an opus of moans slipped vibrating through my little limb as it was close to being lodged in her larynx. Standing proud and in ecstasy, the roof of her mouth started giving the sensation that it was a fetus’s ribcage and as her face moved back and forth, the window cast shades of marine like aquas and violent violets across her flesh. 

I peered down to the garters and fishnets I had left on her and admired how they hung the bait in between the nets in order to catch an eel. I signal her to rise from her praying position as we do a little foxtrot toward the bed. The candle light now flickering and casting shadows with each unflawed curve. She lay on her back as if she were the last virgin to be placed upon the altar for some pagan sacrifice or a carcass on the table of the Last Supper. I dab my fingers with the little pyramid of cocaine on the tray on the nightstand and place it on the folds of the pedals that give her the right of maternity. 

As she spreads her legs with the resemblance of Christ’s arms I stare into her opal orbs and slip past the forbidden gateway. The apple has now been plucked, now this worm will chew on through with the intoxication of Dionysus. The satin sheets, the candle light, coca powder upon her beauty; I’m ruining her pacifier and rattle celibacy and looking marvelous while desecrating these caves fresh with dew that burn with lubricity. She winces once…and then again. She asks me to stop. What kind of fool is she? “Shhh darling.. It’ll be ok,” I say as I pat her on the head like a woman would to an injured mutt. Blood trickles out amongst my sheets. She’s lucky she’s not paying for the mess she made. The innocence finally gone, disappeared in a hy-mental heaven. With this release I wonder how innocence lost could compare to the tragedies of Antigone or Hamlet. Buddha understands the suffering as his statue peers at this scene of pain and sweat from my headboard shelf. Too bad that isn’t a statue of a fertility god the dame would look good with a protruding belly.

Glancing at the pocket watch replaced on the nightstand, it read 9:33, time to end this. I grab her hips and force all the traffic I can through this bottleneck. Grasping her throat slowly pushing the windpipe in, I see her eyes begin to roll back and in one colossal black orgasm it is over, the release, the meaning in the suffering now found. The blossomed tulip now grabs hold of its violator, squeezes not wanting to let it go. It was milking the rest of me into her and if genitalia could perform feats, I escaped her grasp with the grace of Houdini. Now rubbing the tip of her lower stomach and thighs painting with the crème of life and with a final brush stroke on this new canvas leaving graffiti on lips that have not even been kissed tonight, I part ways with this piece. I leave it there to dry in her tired state praying that my masterpiece does not smear.

An hour or so passes as I’ve been reading up on the boring human events in this toiletry they call a newspaper and I gather up four gold coins. She lay on the bed disassociative and awake; I place them in her hand and tell her to have a goodnight. She jumps up in protest that she’s not a floozy from the neighboring whorehouses! I hush her protests and con-vey to her to not feel the guilt and to enjoy the profits of such a theatric display she put on. 


Peep Show



Ray had showered and gone to bed, laying his bed, totally naked. he waited for the light came on in the room opposite his in the next door neighbors house. The shades were up giving Ray a clear view of the entire room. The neighbor's daughter, Angela was in the room, standing in front of a mirrored dresser brushing her shoulder length red hair. She spent her nightly 15 minutes brushing her hair and then began to strip her clothes off. She slid her shorts down her hips and let them fall to the floor. Under the shorts was a pair of white bikini panties. Ray cock was at full erection. Without knowing it he was slowly stroking it.

Angela slid her fingers into the sides of her panties and pushed them down her legs. As she bent over her butt was exposed to his hungry view. He caught a quick glimpse of her pink hairless slit. She was now unbuttoning her blouse and shrugging it off her shoulders. After she let it fall to the floor with the other articles of her clothing, she reached around and unsnapped her bra. As it slid down her arms to the floor Ray could see her in the mirror as she massaged her beautiful tits and stroked her large round dark red nipples. Ray watched as she rubbed them and examined them in the mirror. 

She left the room and about twenty minutes later Angela came back into the room with a large towel wrapped around her body. She sat down on a chair just inside the door and peeled the towel from her body. She must have taken a hot shower her body was pink all over. She took a bottle of lotion and began applying the cream on her arms and legs. Ray couldn't see much as she did that but then she spread it onto her tits. She lovingly caressed each one, making sure it was completely covered in the soothing balm. She made sure that the nipple was well taken care of. Her fingers stroked the dark red silver dollar sized areola until her nipples stood straight out like two kindergarten sized pencil erasers. She took each one and stretched it until it reached her lips. Ray watched as she sucked each nipple for no less than ten minutes each.

Her hands left her tits and traveled down between her legs. She spread her legs until they were hanging over the arms of the chair. Ray loved this sight ... there was not a single hair on her pussy. It was completely bald ... and what a thing of beauty it was. She took a handful of cream and began massaging her crotch. She must have shaved because she took great pains with the junction of her crotch and legs. She then took more and started rubbing her pussy. The more she rubbed the more she became excited. Her breathing appeared to became harder and harder. Now her fingers were spreading the lips of her pussy, searching for her clit. Her eyes were firmly attached to her juicy cunt. Ray watched her rub her clit with the tip of her middle finger. She started moaning and it was apparent she was about to come. Ray wished he could hear her as she let out a hoarse whisper, " OOOHHH, and AAAHHH." 

With her other hand she opened a drawer next to her and took out a lifelike dildo. She didn't need any more lubrication to get it to slide in. Her cunt almost sucked it in. With a death grip on it she began to fuck herself. Even more Ray wished he could hear the sound of her juice as she plunged the dildo in and out. she started shake, to come, it was a beautiful sight. 

A movement caught Ray's eye. In the doorway he saw a figure standing there. It took a few moments for his eyes to adjust to just what or who was there. There standing in the doorway was Angela's dad Bill. His eyes were glued to the body of his daughter and like Ray his hand was wrapped around his cock. And what a cock it was!!!! That pole must have been a good ten inches or more and almost 2 inches in diameter. 

Angela twisted to him and took that huge cock from his hand and pulled him toward herself. Her mouth opened and her tongue snaked out to lick him. Ray watched this unbelievable sight as she gave her father's huge cock a bath that was almost more than Ray could handle. Ray watched as Bill begin to fuck his daughter's mouth as he held her head in his big hands. Bill said something to Angela. She nodded her head as to say. Then Bill jammed that massive pole down his daughter's throat. Ray knew he was filling his daughter belly with cum. She swallowed and swallowed until it was all gone.

She stood now in front of her dad, both of them naked, as she raised up to kiss him. What a kiss it was. He lifted her onto the bed and placed a pillow under her ass. He lifted her legs until they were almost alongside her ears. Bill was on his knees between her up-stretched legs aiming his monster at her pink hairless cunt. Angela reached down and spread herself open as his cock wedged its way into her body. When it was all the way in she slammed back at him with as much force as he was driving into her. 

They rolled over with his cock still buried in her. She positioned herself on her knees with every inch of that huge cock surrounded by her hot cunt. Ray could believe Angela was able to that huge cock so deep in her. She leaned forward so that he could lick and suck her hard nipples. Bill wrapped his big hands around he tits and drew one nipple into his mouth. As he sucked she threw her head back, and looked like she was moaning. Ray could see him rolling and pinching the other nipple in his hand. Now her body started moving. Slowly at first, Ray could see her grinding her clit down onto her Father pubic hair. Now her ass began rising off his cock, sliding up and down that huge pole until just the head was left inside. She slammed her pussy back down savagely and with such force Ray could almost hear their two bodies meet. 

"Oh Fuck!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed as she impaled herself on him. Ray smiled as he heard that. Over and over ... faster and faster she fucked herself with that steely rod until they both could wait no longer. And with that Bill's face twisted as he let out a c groan that Ray could almost hear. Ray knew Bill was now filling his daughter cunt with cum. Each shot brought a new level of joy to her face until she finally collapsed onto him. Angela lay there for a few minutes while she caught her breath then slid off his cock and turned around into a sixty-nine position. 

With that she licked his big dick like it was an ice cream cone, making sure not to miss a drop but her eyes were looking straight at Ray. At the same time Bill was cleaning Angela well oiled cunt. Angela was looked at Ray. Ray turned on the lights so she could see him better, his hand matching her strokes on her father's cock. Angela smiled. Ray's cock throbbed in his hands and then stream after stream of cum shoot out. When Ray finished Angela turned around to her dad and locked her lips onto his. This was some kiss she was giving him. No father/daughter peck here. They were engaged in some of the hottest tongue action Ray had ever seen. 

That was their good night kiss because Bill got up, cover his daughter up, kiss her lightly on the head and turning off the room lights as he left. A half-hour Ray bedside phone rang. When he answered it he heard Angela's voice. "So did you enjoy the show?"



Peep Show



The Rehearsal before the Show

Starring Kelly Monaco and Melanie Brown

*

Kelly Monaco was very tired when she arrived at McCarran International airport in Las Vegas Nevada, after flying from Los Angeles. It had been a busy week for her. Besides the constant flights back and forth between the two cities, she was still working at her day job on "General Hospital," and the Wednesday filming had just finished taping when she hurried to catch the plane to Las Vegas.

The constant travel, her job on the soap opera, and all the dance rehearsals for the upcoming show in Sin City were combining to wear her out. When the plane landed, all she really wanted to do was head straight to the casino, check in as quickly as possible, and go up to her suite where she would be able to take a warm, restful bath. 

She was thinking to herself , just how good the hot, fragrant water would feel caressing her naked body, and how it would help soothe her aching muscles. Just the thought of getting out of her tight clothes and relaxing, nude in the tub, and surrounded by the scintillating bubbles brought a smile to her face. 

Then she felt her phone vibrate.

"Damn!" She said to herself as she fumbled in her pocket for her cell phone. "Hello?"

"Hi, Kelly. Are you here yet?"

"Yeah, Mel. I just arrived."

"Great! Come on over." 

"I was planning to get some sleep first."

"Oh, come on, Kelly. We need to rehearse for the show. You remember your first week on Dancing with the Stars. I know you don't want that to happen to you again."

Kelly could not help thinking back to that first horrible week on that Dancing contest when her scores were just awful and a judge remarked, "What's wrong with your face? Did someone die in your family?" Yes, Kelly could never forget those cruel remarks from one of the judges Bruno.

She could not even fathom in her mind another bad night like that ever happening to her again. "I'll be right over, Mel."

"Great! See you soon. Bye." 

Kelly was happy she had only brought a small carryon bag with her, so at least she would not have to wait for any luggage. All she had to worry about after stuffing her phone back into her purse was getting a cab, and she knew that one nice thing about Vegas is that they always have plenty of cabs around. She knew she would not have to wait more than a few minutes for one to come around.

The cabbie waiting for his next pick up was very happy when he noticed the brown-haired woman standing in line for a cab. He anticipated her being a pleasant ride for him, because she was so easy on the eyes, with designer jeans so tight they hugged every curve of her small ass. Above the pants, she wore a brown vest that covered her blouse, and he could see some cleavage peeking out over the top. He thought he recognized the brown-haired woman as he pulled forward to pick her up. He was just about ready to get out of his cab to greet her but, before he could, she had already hopped into the back seat of the cab. 

"Hi, Miss. I'm Joe. Are you waiting for anyone else?"

"No, it's just me."

'Do you have any luggage, Miss?" 

"No, just this," Kelly replied, pointing at the small zippered bag she had tossed into the back seat before entering the cab. 

"Where to miss

Kelly was so busy fumbling with her bag that she did not even give him her name. She simply handed him a piece of paper with the address of Melanie's apartment.

Joe was pissed that his fare had not even bothered to tell him her name. "Arrogant little bitch!" he told himself. 

The cabbie looked in the mirror and saw the women had opened her form-fitting vest and was lying back in the seat with her eyes closed. He smiled as he approached the exit to McCarran Airport and looked back again; he noticed her eyes were still closed. Joe decided he would take the "scenic route." Usually he only did that as a means to increase the cab fare of first time Las Vegas tourists, who never knew the difference, but this time he mostly wanted a little more time to ogle the sexy woman in the back seat.

Joe remembered her name; it was Kelly something. He could not recall her last name, but he did not really care what it was anyhow. He remembered seeing pictures of her scantily clad, almost nude body plastered all over town recently, because she was going to be in an adult style Vegas presentation called "Peepshow." He had heard the show was going to be a topless review playing over at Planet Hollywood Casino. 

"Holy shit!" This bitch is going to be in that show," he said to himself. 

Kelly had fallen asleep in the back seat and was dreaming about having to perform in front of a crowd of people. She was particularly apprehensive about dancing almost naked while a large audience watched, and having second thoughts about appearing on stage in the skimpy costumes that had been shown to her. Kelly knew her body was still in great shape for 32 years old, so she should be fine in that department, but the thought of dancing in front of an audience was causing her a little stress. 

As her dream continued, the dancers onstage with her started rubbing their nearly naked forms against hers. Their hands began exploring her body as they surrounded her, and both male and female fingers began touching her curvy little figure. She could feel someone's hands on her breasts, lightly fondling them through her costume. Another hand was caressing her bare ass at the same time as the first pair was fondling her breasts. 

Kelly's body felt like it was burning up from the heat of the stage, the music and the rhythm of the almost naked dancers surrounding her and grinding against her petite form. Her entire body was subjected to their freely roaming hands. Kelly could feel her nipples getting hard under her costume and, lowering her eyes, she was shocked to see her nipples peeking out of the thin fabric while Carmen, the busty, black dancer, was standing in front of her grinning at her.

"What are you doing to me? Don't touch me," she whispered, but with little conviction in her tiny voice. Even as she protested, Carmen was running her fingernails over the tops of Kelly's exposed nipples. 

"You can't be doing this to me! Stop! Please, no, not here in front of everyone," Kelly softly mumbled to the statuesque dancer. "Oh, please, don't touch me, Carmen. Not now; maybe later."

"No! Wait! What am I thinking! Not again!" Kelly protested, as she recalled an experience in her life that she thought had been blocked out of her mind years ago. It had returned; she could already feel the dampness inside her pussy starting to build from the memory of what happened to her when she was younger.

"God Carmen is so beautiful," she thought, while the ebon-skinned object of her admiration continued to fondle her breasts and smile knowingly at her responses. Kelly could feel her body trembling under the exotic touches of the beautiful dancer. 

"Oh god the girl knows my real name But how could she?" were the thoughts that came to mind. 

"Wait! No, stop that!" Kelly blurted out.

She could feel the other dancers' hands trying to remove her skimpy costume bottom. "Why are they doing this to me?" she asked to nobody in particular. "It's as if they all want to undress me on stage so everyone can see me naked, but then what are they going to do with me? But there's the beautiful Carmen, looking at me like she wants to ravage my body on stage in front of everybody!"

The other dancers' hands continued roaming over Kelly's half-naked body, and their touching suddenly became more frightening to her. The dream became even more surreal in her mind and even more daring. Everyone was getting undressed on stage and the dancers were telling her to strip off her costume and join them in dancing nude. She could see Melanie now onstage already naked.

Her voice was echoing out to Kelly. "Come on, Kelly, you can do it. Take your clothes off!"

"I can't do it!" she thought. "No!" I can't

However, the other dancers kept encouraging her. "Take it off! Take it off! Take it off," they chanted at her. 

Kelly felt her hands going up to her costume, reaching around to unfasten the bra but she stopped herself in midstream, shaking her head. "No! I can't do it!" 

However, just then, another female dancer grabbed her costume and ripped it off her body exposing her bare breasts to the roaring crowd.

"Oh my god!" Kelly shrieked when she realized that she was standing on stage topless, in front of everyone. Clutching her exposed breasts in her hands, she started to run towards the stage exit.

As her dream continued, she was now backstage, safely away from the dancers and the crowd, but feeling guilty about not taking off her entire costume with the other dancers on stage. What she wanted was to strip completely naked, to feel the freedom of dancing nude with the others, but she could not go through with taking her clothes off. 

The cabbie reached up nonchalantly to adjust his mirror again, aiming it toward his passenger's chest. She still had her eyes shut but there was a strange look on her face. Joe noticed, while he adjusted the mirror. That her blouse was completely unbuttoned and hanging open in the front, showing off both her breasts in the skimpy blue bra that barely concealed her nipples. .

"Wow! Nice tits for such a skinny bitch!" he exclaimed under his breath. "But her ass is a bit small for my taste. As he continued looking at her breasts, rising and falling under their almost non-existent bra, he told himself: "I would still fuck her. At least she has nice tits." 

Joe wondered if the little bitch in his cab was really sleeping or just faking it to tease him with her big tits. It was bothering him a little; as he continued taking the long route to the address, she had given him earlier. Her cleavage, he noted, had a nice rich tan, and he could even see some freckles on the upper sides of her breasts. It also looked like her nipples were hard under her skimpy bra, as if she was aroused.

He adjusted the mirror lower to check out more of her lower anatomy. She had a flat belly and..."Oh shit!" 

The cabbie almost ran a red light when he noticed the waist of her jeans was also unsnapped. 

When he first picked her up at the airport and saw those pants on her petite body, he could hardly believe how tightly they fit her curves. He was wondering how she could even breathe in those jeans when he heard a loud voice over the speaker on the dashboard. 

"Joe? Where are you?"

Grabbing the microphone, he responded. "I have a fare in my cab already." 

"Hurry up. I have another pickup for you next to where you are going. Can you make the other pickup?" 

.

"Okay, I'll take it," Joe mumbled, a bit angrily, back to the dispatcher. 

He looked in the mirror, but could only see Kelly's cleavage and he thought he heard a sound in the backseat.

"Where are we?"

"Oh, we're almost there, Miss." 

Looking at the front of the cab and seeing the mirror aimed at her chest, Kelly quickly glanced down and saw how her blouse was unbuttoned and gaping open, showing off her tiny bra. She laughed a little at herself, thinking well "At least I wore a bra today , thank god for that, or this might be really embarrassing." The thought of herself, topless and sitting in a cab having erotic dreams while the driver watched, struck her as funny. She knew that the cabbie had enjoyed a great view of her exposed breasts because of the skimpy bra that she was wearing.

Then she thought about her almost-nothing costumes that she was going to have to wear in the show, Kelly smiled, knowing she had better get used to the ideal of having people seeing her wearing a lot less than she had on now. 

Kelly, quickly buttoned her blouse back up as the cab pulled up to Melanie's apartment building. She handed the cabbie the money and blushed a little when she saw the way his beady little eyes were staring at her cleavage as she exited his cab.

Joe was a little angry on the drive to his next pickup, thinking about the woman whom he just dropped off a few minutes ago. "The skinny bitch didn't even give me a decent tip for the ride," he complained to himself. "Yeah; she did give me a tip, but she's one cheap little broad."

He was also wondering if the busty bitch had been teasing him in the cab by showing off her big tits like that in the back of his cab, with her open shirt, and why did she have her jeans unsnapped? "She had better not been teasing me," he muttered. "Or I'll make her pay."

Melanie thought she would surprise Kelly or maybe even shock her by answering the door dressed the way she was. She was wearing a long silk robe, but the surprise was that it was transparent and displayed every delicious curve of her body. She also had on a pair of platform boots that added nearly six inches to her frame, so she was standing over six feet tall when she answered the door.

She was right. The look on Kelly's face was priceless when Melanie opened the door to let her into the apartment. The brown-haired woman's mouth was literally hanging open when she saw the revealing outfit her sexy co-star was wearing.

"Hi Kelly Glad you could make it." 

As she looked up at Melanie's chest, Kelly could see her dark nipples, clearly visible thru the thin fabric of her robe. She felt suddenly weak in the knees, for some reason, at the sight of her co-star's breasts poking through the thin material. She could not understand why her knees almost buckled at seeing Melanie now like that, because they had rehearsed on stage almost naked together many times before, and she felt nothing strange or sexual towards her then. 

H-hi, M-Melanie," she stuttered back lowering her eyes and not looking at her friend.

"Do you like it?" Melanie asked. 

"Like what?" Kelly mumbled, feeling her cheeks brightening as she spoke, and not wanting to look at Melanie's scantily clad covered body again.

"Oh, my boots Silly, What do you think I was talking about Kelly My fake tits? 

"I was wandering why you suddenly looked so much taller then me now Mel, and I was not looking at your boobs. 

"Well then Kelly, since I caught you looking at my big tits and I know you were checking me out you silly little liar because I saw you looking at my breast.

I mean what do you think Kelly, do you like my big fake boobies? or not.

"I was not looking at your tits, Melanie. They were just in my face." 

Melanie thought her partner's tone of voice seemed a little sharp. "Ok, Kelly. I was only teasing you. Let's try on some costumes and get down to business." 

"You want to try on costumes?" 

"Of course, Silly how could we rehearse our dancing together with clothes on?" 

Kelly, for some strange reason now was feeling a little uncomfortable in this situation. She watched Melanie heading over to the bar to fix them drinks, she noticed her friend was obviously naked under the robe and felt herself looking at Melanie's curvaceous ass as it moved under the thin fabric.

"I can't be thinking like this again," she told herself, but Kelly also knew she could not bring herself to stop looking at Melanie's succulent body. Her mind began to wander back to a recent pool party at the casino she and Melanie attended. They were both wearing bikinis, but her friend's top was so tiny that her breasts were spilling out the sides. "Mel asked me if she could rub oil on my body, Kelly recalled, and I said it would be okay. 

"Melanie untied my bikini and rubbed oil on my back but I also remember how her hands kept rubbing the oil on the sides of my exposed flesh. She even told me to hush as her fingers slid under my boobs. I just thought she was playing with me, having fun. I let her touch me with her hands, Mel's fingers even found my nipples, and I allowed her to touch them, even pinch them a little between her fingers. I even lifted my upper torso up a little so she could rub the oil on my entire bare breasts, which she did.

Melanie's hands felt nice a warm touching me like that, but I thought it was just a game. No big deal, but I have to admit her hands touching my breasts gave me more pleasure than I would have expected."

Kelly heard a loud voice interrupting her thoughts by calling her name. "Huh? What?" she responded? 

"Hey, girl, here's your drink." 

"Ok, thank you, Mel. I guess I was day-dreaming again." Kelly grabbed her drink and quickly took a little sip of the beverage as her eyes started to roam down Mel's very tight body. Her fake black tits were solid; their nipples were a rich dark chocolate color, and she had rock solid abdominal muscles, tapering down to her womanly thighs.

"Here, Kelly, try this on. You look great in this costume." She handed Kelly the white bra costume with the little thong bottoms to put on. 

"I' can't wear this now," Kelly whined. "I'd feel silly."

"Oh, come on. Kelly Do not be shy with me, it's just us girls." 

Kelly was thinking to herself how that would be the problem. She noticed Melanie moving toward the table, intently watching her hips sway as she walked. "Oh, my," she thought, and felt her heart skip a beat when Mel bent over to set her drink down on the table, providing a great view of her gorgeous black ass. 

After setting her drink down on the table, Melanie turned back towards the wide-eyed Kelly who was looking directly at her and, without hesitating, unfastened her robe, letting it fall off her body. She stood, completely nude except for her platform boots, in front of Kelly. 

Mel caught Kelly's eyes taking in every inch of her delicious chocolate body. Seeing the way her partner's eyes seemed to looking at her naked body, she started wandering if her white girlfriend might be into women.

Kelly felt flushed as she looked at Melanie's hot black naked body. Thoughts ran through her mind how they were both different in many ways besides color. "Melanie has fake tits," she told herself, while mine are real. "She has a nice big black ass while my white ass is skinny. Her body is more muscular looking then mine, with tattoos; my body is softer with no tattoos. 

Mel is a little older than me, 35 to my 32, and she is a few inches taller than I am. I am 5'3" to her 5' 5" but with those boots on, she looks like a naked black Amazon standing there, so tall with her sexy, muscular body. Kelly also noticed that Melanie had shaved off her pubic hair, leaving her pussy bald, while she, herself, still had a tiny strip of hair there.

Melanie caught Kelly's eyes looking down at her bald pussy, making her wonder what was going on in her mind. "Is she actually looking at me in a sexual way?" she asked herself. "Am I turning her on? Does she want to have sex with me? It sure looks like it by the way she's ogling my bare-assed body."

Kelly suddenly realized she had been caught looking at Melanie's pussy. She could feel her cheeks burning and turning red from the embarrassment of knowing how her friend had caught her staring. It was an uncomfortable situation and, if that was not bad enough, she could feel her pussy lubricating and realized her wanton body was going to betray her once again. Kelly was starting to feel the need to submit herself to Melanie.

She knew she could never reveal that side of her personality again, not to anyone, because the submissive side of her personality was dangerous to her body and her sanity. "I cannot let that happen to me again like before with her," was her thought. "She was beautiful, but the way she treated me was horrible, and even more shameful to me was that I liked what she did to me.

I allowed my body to be used by her, and she did use it and me as if I was her own personal property, to abuse in any way she wanted And I willingly allowed her to do it. I have to leave now, before those old, uncontrollable desires return and something happens that I'll regret later.




Peep Show



The hidden desires were something Kelly had locked away for almost 8 years since her first girl on girl relationship, back when she was a playmate. The lesbian relationship in itself would have been okay to deal with, but what bothered her most was the way Nefertiti had treated her like a total slut, as if she were the other woman's own personal bitch, to use as she pleased. Kelly still could not believe she let the younger black girl boss her around as she did but, even harder for Kelly to deal with, was how much she enjoyed being submissive to the black beauty.

Kelly started thinking back to when they met at the mansion. Nefertiti Shepherd had just become the July 2000 playmate and was at the mansion, hanging out at the pool. The minute she saw her sunbathing topless, she was hooked on the stunningly beautiful young black girl. The black playmate noticed her sitting on the other side of the pool and got up from her lounge chair and started walking in her direction. 

Kelly was mesmerized at the first glance of the nearly naked young girl walking towards her, especially the beautiful black breasts that jiggled enticingly as she approached. 

She remembered thinking, as Nefertiti came over, that she was probably the most amazing woman Kelly had ever seen. Her black body was perfect; she was a flawless beauty.

Nefertiti urged Kelly to take off her bikini top to join her in being topless, which she did. It was a fun start to their brief friend ship. They played in the pool and talked for hours that day. 

Then the two of them went out for drinks later and both got smashed. They ended up at Nefertiti's apartment; one thing led to another and, before Kelly realized what was happening, they were making out on her bed. 

"I did enjoy my first girl-girl sex with her that night," Kelly recalled. "She had an incredible body. It was my first time with a woman and my first time eating one out, and she tasted so good in my mouth. Her black pussy was delicious, and I even relished it when she came in my mouth with the gusher of sweet juices. 

"The first time was awesome. Being with my first women was exciting, but the aftermath of that night became my worst nightmare. It seemed Nefertiti liked to tape herself with other women, to keep track of her female seductions. She told me about the videotape, and that was the start of our relationship, one great night of making love, but then she blackmailed me into her dark world of sexual games. They were wild, kinky and a little dangerous at times. Well, for me they were, but maybe not for Nefertiti. 

"I hated the black bitch at first for what she made me do, but then my submissive nature took over my body. She enjoyed that aspect of me and took for advantage of it. The bitch broke my mind and my body until I actually started to enjoy being her white slave. I let her order me around and literally dominate me in our brief relationship, even though I was almost 24 at the time and she was only 20 years old. Nefertiti treated me like trash, and the scary part was that I willingly humbled myself for her. It was so bad; it was as if she owned my body, my soul and me. I found myself drawn into her world. At one point in our kinky relationship, I actually wanted to be her white whore."

"Kelly, wake up! What are you thinking about?" Kelly suddenly heard Melanie saying. 

"I have to go, Mel," she replied. 

"What do you mean you have to go? Is something wrong?" 

Kelly remembered the drink she was still holding in her hand, raised the glass to her mouth and gulped the contents down in one big swallow. 

"Hey, girlfriend what's up with you?"

Kelly choked a little on the alcohol, which was strong going down her throat and it burned like hell going down.

Melanie started to laugh at the funny face her friend was making as she regained her composure from the affect of finishing the drink in one big gulp.

"Oh yes, Melanie. I'm fine now."

"Great. Here, put this on." She was handing Kelly her costume from the show. "Let's just go thru the moves with the costumes. Don't be chicken; put it on."

Kelly tried to protest some more, but having Melanie standing naked and directly in front of her was causing her more discomfort, so getting dressed seemed like a safer idea to her. "Okay, give me the damn costume and shut up already about it." 

Kelly noticed that Melanie handed her the skimpiest of her show costumes to put on. It included the white bra, which was all right, but another part was the tiny bottom that was no more than a thong. "Melanie, this is not the right costume." 

"Come on, Kelly; just put the damn thing on. You're wasting our time." 

Grabbing the tiny outfit, she headed towards the other room to change. Kelly finished putting on the skimpy costume in the bathroom and examined her 32-year-old body in the mirror. The bra was okay, just a regular white bra, sexy but conservative, covering her big breasts and helping push them up to maximize her cleavage in a sexy way. It was what the bra represented that excited her most about wearing it in the show: the innocent part of her character, before she would be stripped of her innocence and most of her clothing by the other female dancers. 

Kelly had to laugh at the thought of a 32-year-old woman being innocent or playing one in a show. While on the stage her character, Bo-Peep, starts by wearing this ultra conservative white bra and the female dancers cavort around her body. At the appointed time, they strip the costume off her body.

Two women start by untying her bottoms first, leaving her in a skimpy thong with no more than a little patch covering her pussy, followed by divesting her of the white bra, leaving her tits covered in nothing more than a flesh colored strip. 

The thought of the sexy dancers stripping off the clothing and transforming her innocent Bo Peep character into a sensual young woman on the stage was very exciting to Kelly. Dancing almost naked on a stage was exciting, but having the female dancers help her peel off her costume to expose her nudity was the part that excited her the most about doing the show. She gave her body one last glance, checking out her tiny ass in the mirror, before leaving the bathroom.

"You look so sweet, wearing the little white bra, Bo-Peep. Come on over here and let your Mistress strip you of all your innocence and your clothes."

"Huh? What did you say, Melanie?" Kelly could feel her nipples hardening and her pussy start to twitch when she heard those words. 

"Come on, Kelly, get into the character. I'm Mistress Diva Bitch, remember?" 

Kelly knew she was in trouble when she heard the word "mistress" mentioned. She could feel her pussy getting wet, just that single word was enough to arouse her sexual needs again and start her pulse racing 

"Yes. Mistress Diva. Oh, god, did I just say that out loud to her?" Kelly asked herself. She noticed Melanie's outfit again. Her sexy friend had changed her clothing too, and Mel was now dressed in a sheer black bra, her pointy nipples clearly showing thru the sheer fabric of her bra.

Kelly was thinking to herself that Melanie might as well be topless because the bra she had on concealed nothing from her view and Mel was also wearing a pair of skintight black leather pants. 

Kelly thought Mel had a great figure but almost fainted when she saw the whip in her hand.

Just the sight of her gorgeous black body was already stimulating her sexually, but when she beheld the instrument of punishment, Kelly knew she was going to willingly submit herself and do whatever her mistress told her to do. 

"Here, Peep. Put this on." Melanie tossed her a white robe.

Kelly felt a little more comfortable to be adding clothing to her body; she was hoping it might help conceal the desires of her increasingly wanton little body. "'Okay. Thank you, Mistress."

"Bo Peep, the dance we will be doing, I will dance with you, then come up from behind and pull off your robe. You try to protest but, in the end, you just stand there while I remove the rest of your clothes. Okay?"

"Yes, Mistress," Kelly whispered back.

Melanie was curious about what was going on in Kelly's mind, "She seemed interested in my body," she reminded herself. "After all, I did catch her staring at my naked tits, even my pussy. I wander just how far she would be willing to go."

"Mistress, the music is playing."

Kelly had already turned on the music and was wearing the white robe to cover her skimpy costume. Melanie was surprised to see Kelly was already dancing to the music by herself, and moving her body in a very seductive way. Her eyes were also partially closed while she got into the rhythm of the music.

Melanie also noticed that Kelly had a dreamy looking expressing on her face as she moved her body to the beat, seemingly oblivious to anything else that was happening.

The hot black entertainer tossed the whip aside and started to dance behind her, grinding up against her partner's backside and rubbing her crotch against the other woman's ass, which startled Kelly a little, because she felt something hard rubbing against her, and it felt almost like a stiff cock.

"Ooohhh," she moaned as the mysterious object continued to press and bump against her ass cheeks under the robe. Without conscious thought, Kelly started moving her skinny behind back against the hard object, trying to search for whatever it was pressing against her buttocks. Kelly did not know what was rubbing on her tiny little rear end, only that it felt hard and big. 

Melanie realized what was supposed to be a little joke was becoming so much more, as she continued to grind her hips seductively against Kelly's ass. She originally thought it would be funny to dance with her sexy little co-star in her apartment until she removed her pants and Kelly saw the big fake cock she had between her legs. She thought it would be a big laugh to see her friend's reaction, the surprise on the cute white face, when she saw her partner was wearing a big strap on dildo under her leather pants. 

Like the whip, the sex toy had been bought as a gag, but Melanie had Kelly's little body in mind when she got it, because she wanted the biggest toy she could find in the store. Mel was thinking about her friend's petite body. She wandered if the big fake cock she bought would be to big to even fit inside that tiny white pussy of Kelly. 

Melanie could not wait to see the look on Kelly's pretty face when she saw the big toy hidden inside the leather pants. She wondered if it would scare the skinny little bitch when she saw its size. 

Melanie actually had no thought, when she first bought the toy, of fucking her friend with it. She had gotten the strap on just for fun, as a gag, but Mel was not so sure, from the way, Kelly's body seemed to be responding to the contact of the hard object. She also thought it might be fun to put it to use on the horny bitch.

"I wander; if I fuck her as a man and make the bitch cum for me, would she return the favor and make me cum as well?" The forbidden images of driving the dildo in and out of the small white woman was really turning Melanie on, even just the thought of bending Kelly's slender body over and seeing if her pussy could handle another woman fucking her. 

"Oh my god," Melanie told herself as the erotic dancing continued. "I'm so horny, and I do want the bitch to lick my clit. I want to cum all over her pretty face. Kelly seems to need a good fucking too; by the way, she is moving her tiny ass. From the way the bitch is acting, she must want her pussy to get a good workout," her thoughts continued. "I know it would feel great to bury my hot black pussy in her white face and have her lick my clit until I cum into her mouth."

Melanie had been eager to see the look on her partner's face when she saw the long, thick dildo, thinking its size would freak Kelly out, but she could feel the other woman's ass seductively starting to move back to bump against her own body. She also was feeling some pleasure from the hard object inside her pants as it rubbed against the delicate skin of her thighs. The contact was making her hot as well now, and her pussy was becoming dripping wet.

She decided she wanted to take control of her friend's petite body. Melanie became suddenly overwhelmed with the idea of actually fucking another woman for the first time in her life. The game had changed for her; she knew her friend was responding to the physical contact of their bodies rubbing together, and she could feel the sexual excitement in her own pussy building. 

Melanie was fully aware of her friend's body movements responding to her as if telling her that it was okay to take this to the next level. "I 'm yours for the taking," is what Kelly's body movement seemed to say back to Melanie. 

Melanie felt Kelly's body stiffen when she put her hands on the other woman's shoulders and tugged on the robe. 

Kelly remembered how she was supposed to protest a little, but she made no resistance as her friend pulled off the flimsy garment, leaving her in nothing but her bra and thong. She felt Melanie reach up to grab a breast with one hand. The hand on her boob felt good, even with the bra still on, especially when Mel started squeezing her soft breast while at the same time, Melanie's other hand started to unzip her own pants. 

"Oh god," Kelly moaned when she heard the sound of a zipper behind her although, at that moment, she was not sure why the sound of the zipper excited her senses. 

Melanie unzipped her pants but she could not manage to pull them off. They were too tight on her big ass to pull down, and seemed to be stuck. She decided to have Kelly remove them for her. 

"Bo Peep, turn around and face your mistress." 

Kelly legs were wobbly as she turned to face her friend. "What did you say?"

"I said help me with my fucking pants, Bitch. You heard me." 

The next words out of the Kelly's mouth surprised Melanie and almost made her cum on the spot when she heard, the tiny, almost baby sounding whisper saying "Yes, Mistress."

Kelly was on her knees trying to tug Mel's tight leather pants around her hips when the big dildo popped out in front of her face. She moved her head back a little at first when she saw the plastic toy aimed at her chin, then Kelly smiled in anticipation at the thought that Melanie was going to fuck her with that monster. It made her wet just thinking about having the big dildo driving in and out of her pussy. 

Melanie got a better than expected reaction from Kelly. She had thought the two of them would break out laughing together at this point, game over, until she saw the brunette's big brown eyes looking sheepishly up at her, a sly smile on her pretty face. She knew they were not going to stop what was going on between them and, right at that instant, Mel wanted to continue what they had started. She wanted Kelly to eat her needy black pussy to a climax, and she wanted to fuck her friend and dominate her petite white body.

Kelly finally managed to tug the tight pants all the way down to the floor, allowing Melanie to step out of them and kick them aside.

The voluptuous black woman felt more than a little weird, standing in the middle of the room, naked below her breasts with a big dildo jutting from her crotch and her friend, who was also almost naked, kneeling in front of her.

Melanie "Stand up," she ordered, and Kelly immediately jumped to her feet to stand meekly in front of Melanie with her eyes lowered.

"I want you to take off my bra, Bitch."

"Yes. Mistress," Kelly mumbled, while she reached around the other woman's body to unhook the sheer, black restraint. 

After removing it and tossing it aside, Melanie was naked except for her boots, with the dildo bouncing up and down in front of her sexy body. She reached out and placed her hands on Kelly's shoulders, silently commanding her to turn around to face the opposite direction. After doing as ordered, Kelly could feel the hard cock pressing against her ass while Melanie guided her in the direction of the couch. 

"Bend over slut!" was the next order. 

Kelly obeyed, bending from the waist and putting her hands on the couch for support, which left her ass sticking up in the air. She felt hands reaching out to grab her tiny thong strings, and pull them down her hips, leaving her naked below the waist and waiting anxiously for Melanie to ram the big toy into her wet, eager pussy. 

Melanie rested her hands on Kelly's slender white ass while she pressed the thick dildo against her open pussy. She was unsure if the big cock would fit at first until she noticed pussy juices already dripping from the head. "Why the little bitch already came," she thought, as she rubbed the head of her big toy in the wetness at the entrance to Kelly's pussy. 

Melanie felt powerful standing behind and over the bent over white women. She decided to give it to her small friend the way she, herself, liked to be fucked, fast and hard, with deep strokes. In one quick powerful thrust forward with her hips, she buried the entire plastic cock all the way inside the white pussy that obviously wanted it so badly. 

"Ouch!" Kelly cried out as the big dildo was buried deep inside her tight little pussy. 

Melanie pulled the dildo almost all the way back out and started plunging it in again, but slowly this time. Repeatedly, as she drove it in and out, she saw how Kelly was moving her skinny little ass in a circular motion, in perfect rhythm with the long, thick toy fucking her pussy. The hot little slut was even trying to get more of the dildo into her dripping hole, as she bucked her hips back against the woman who was wielding it. 

"This bitch is really hot to trot. She wants to get it even harder," Mel marveled to herself, and she increased her speed, lunging forward over and over with her hips as Kelly rammed her body back to meet the hard cock being buried deep inside her pussy.

Kelly felt the thick cylinder hit pay dirt against her sweet spots, and she started screaming in an intense mix of pain and pleasure. "Ah shit, fuck oh god yes, Oh, my god, ouch! Oh Jesus! That hurts. Yesss! Oh yesss, fuck me, with your cock! Yes, Mistress, fuck my hot, slutty cunt with your big, hard cock. Ooohhh yes it feels so big and good in my pussy. Please, keep fucking me! Fuck me harder! It has been so long since I have been fucked so this good! Yes! Yes! Oh, please, yes!"

Melanie was surprised that, not only could she take the long, thick toy all the way inside herself without much trouble, but also the little bitch had quite the potty mouth on her when she was getting a good fucking. She started plunging the plastic cock in and out of Kelly's avid pussy as fast as she could thrusting her hips forward, and felt Kelly jamming her body back to meet her. 

Kelly screamed "Oh fuck! Oh, shit! Fuck me! Ooohhh, yes, I'm cumming!"

Mel continued slamming her hips forward, battering the cock deep into the wet, white pussy while Kelly matched her pace, jamming her body back to meet her mistress thrusting hips until she climaxed hard on the toy. Her tremendous orgasm drained her of all remaining energy; her body went limp and she sagged forward on the couch, very exhausted.

Melanie left the dildo buried all the way inside Kelly's pussy as she looked down at the body that had collapsed and was resting on the couch. Her chest and face was resting on the cushions, while her cute little ass was hanging over with the fake cock still buried in her pussy. Leaving her hands on her friend's hips, she started backing away. 

"Oooo, nooo" Kelly moaned when she felt the big cock slip out of her thoroughly fucked pussy.

Melanie felt satisfied with herself for giving Kelly such a great orgasm, even though it had not done much for her own aching pussy yet. She needed some attention down there too, and urgently.




Peep Show



As Melanie looked down at the relaxed limp body that was partially on the couch with her cute ass still dangling off, her pussy still gapping open from the fat cock that had just given it such a fabulous workout, "I guess I fucked her good enough," she told herself.

Melanie thought her half-naked white friend looked so sexy with her tiny ass hanging off the couch. She had a dream expression on her pretty face as if she was happy and it looked like she was going to sleep, and that was just not right.

"Oh, hell, no," Melanie protested. "I fucked you good and now you're content to fall asleep on me. No way, Bitch! If I wanted no satisfaction, I can get that at home. I am fucking horny myself and I need to have my pussy licked until I cum too." 

She liked having her pussy licked, but it was rare when that happened because her husband was more of the "wham bam thank you, Ma'am" type, and she did not get much tongue action from him either. 

"Oh, god," she reminded herself. "I need to cum so bad, I think it's time for sleeping beauty to get up off her skinny ass and give me some pleasure like I just gave her, to have her take care of my needs. I want my pussy licked, and I think it's time to find out if Little Miss Bo Peep Monaco has been with other women."

Kelly's body was exhausted resting on the couch. She had just experienced a fantastic climax and she could feel her pussy juices still running down her thighs. Kelly would have been happy going to sleep now, because her body was satisfied for the first time in many months.

Mel would have none of that. She reached down, wrapping her arms under Kelly's tiny waist and, in one motion, pulled her to her feet, saying in her ear: "Not so fast, my little slut. You forgot something. Me!"

.

Kelly was now standing on her feet with her back resting against Melanie's front side and she could feel a pair of hard nipples digging into her back.

Mel reached up to take off Kelly's bra and she could feel her friend's body trembling as she unsnapped and removed the white bra from her body, leaving Kelly standing totally naked now in the room.

Melanie then reached up with both hands to cup and feel the beautiful white titties with her hands.

"Oooo," Kelly moaned, as her breasts were caressed and fondled. "Oh that feels nice, Mistress." 

Melanie continued to play with Kelly's soft white breasts. She had to admit the big orbs felt great in her hands, and she was actually enjoying feeling them up, squeezing, them feeling the weight of them in her hands and running her thumbs over the erect nipples. Using her thumbs and index fingers, she gave each little nubbin a light pinch. 

"Oh shit! Fuck yeah!" Kelley screamed in joy. "Do it some more! Please, Mistress, pinch them harder, please." 

Melanie was still cupping both breasts with her hands and did what Kelly wanted her to do. She put the rigid nipples between her fingers and gave them a harder pinch. 

"Ouch! Yes! Mistress please pinch my nipples harder! Ouch! Um, oh god that feels so good, Mistress, Oh, thank you, Mistress!" 

Melanie was enjoying this scene tremendously. She had the beautiful Kelly Monaco literally begging her to do to whatever she wanted. She gave the nipples a harder pinch. 

"Ouch! Ahhh god I'm cumming," Kelly shouted ecstatically. Her legs buckled under her again from the second powerful orgasm and, if not for Melanie holding her tightly, she would have probably fallen to the floor. She tried to force her wobbly legs to support her weight. 

Melanie turned her around to look at her face and noted that Kelly's eyes were not looking at her, but were looking down towards the floor. She saw the reddish tinged nipples and wondered if maybe she might have been too rough on her in the way she pinched them. Leaning in, she gave each nipple a kiss and followed that by sticking out her tongue out and running it across the tip of each cute erect button. She was unable to resist the urge to open her mouth to suck on one of her friend's white breasts. Melanie had to admit she loved Kelly's soft mounds, and she was trying to suck as much of the luscious white flesh as she could into her mouth. 

Kelly pulled back her body and her breast popped out of Melanie's eagerly sucking mouth. "Please, Mistress, I need to please you," she mumbled quietly. 

Mel just stood there, not saying a word, as Kelly started to suck on her lush black breast. It was her turn to tremble as her white girlfriend began licking and sucking on the dark chocolate nipples, running her pink tongue across the erect buds. "Ahhh, shit!" Melanie exclaimed as she felt Kelly's wet tongue working down her belly, licking her tummy and blowing air on the part of her skin where she had licked. Kelly continued her oral worship by planting wet kisses all over her mistress's black body.

Melanie felt like a belly dancer the way her tummy was convulsing and shaking from what Kelly was doing with her talented tongue, the way she kept kissing and running her tongue back over her body. "This is one talented white chick," Melanie told herself. She has obviously been with other women before and, if she is turning me on this much now by licking my belly, I can't wait until she stars to eat my chocolate pussy.

She felt hands on her thighs trying to spread her legs. "Oh, yes, my hot little slut," Melanie said as she opened her legs wide. "Dig in, baby."

Kelly moved her petite body even closer. Her entire face was directly under Mel's dripping pussy, looking up at her gaping slit. She heard a loud voice issuing a command. "Lick my clit, Bitch." 

Melanie opened her legs wider while trying to maintain her balance, wanting to give her friend even greater access to her needy pink hole. Kelly's entire body was kneeling between the spread thighs, and she buried her face in the hot pussy being presented to her. Putting her face in tightly her tongue started stroking Mel's swollen clit. 

"Oh yes, Kelly, eat that black pussy, Bitch. Yeah, Baby Girl, lick my clit. Oh yeah, eat that pussy. Oh, god, I'm ready to cum already." 

Melanie's legs were weak, and she wanted to enjoy her climax as much as possible. Grabbing onto Kelly's head so they could continue what they were doing, she stumbled backward, pulling her friend with her, until she reached the couch and fell onto it. The agile tongue pleasuring her pussy did not miss a stroke, and Kelly followed her mistress to the couch, leaning in even more closely when she knew Mel was ready to climax. It was only seconds before the excited black woman started to cum on the pretty white face between her legs,ejaculating a massive load of pussy juice on Kelly's mouth and chin as she climaxed. 

Kelly tried hard to drink as much of Mel's nectar as she could lap up. It had been a long time since she tasted another women's pussy, so she was determined to devour as much of the delicious juices as she could. She had forgotten over the years just how good a pussy tasted.

Melanie looking down at Kelly's head bobbing up and down between her spread thighs. Kelly was still licking up the juices with the eagerness of a newborn kitten attacking her mother's milk. Minutes later, she removed her face from between her mistress's thighs, looking up at her and making eye contact for the first time in a long while. Melanie could see that her friend's white face was now covered in fresh pussy juice from her massive climax. 

"I'll be right back, Kelly." Without saying another word, she got to her feet and headed toward the bathroom. 

The humiliation of what had just occurred was more than Kelly could deal with. Kelly could not believe what was happening to her again, after all those years of hidden from her past, She could not deal with the fact that she was sitting on the floor, completely nude with her face covered in pussy juice. What made it worse for her to handle was the fact that the other woman was a co-worker whom she would have to see almost every night for the next three months. 

Kelly decided to leave before Melanie came back from the bathroom, so she would not have to face her again, at least not that day. She looked around for her clothes, but could not find her bra, so she quickly put on her blouse without it. Kelly knew that she should not be caught outside wearing the sheer white garment without a bra in public, but she thought it would be all right if she wore her vest to help conceal her braless breasts. She found her jeans and put them back on, even with no panties, before realizing that her face had Melanie's cum still smeared all over it. She hurried to the sink to wash it off, anxious to leave and not wanting to face Melanie again that night.

Kelly grabbed her vest before she exited the apartment, feeling safer now that she was outside again. She fumbled in her vest pocket for her cell phone to call a cab, and felt her luck had suddenly changed, because there was an empty taxi in front of the apartment building.

Josephine had just gotten off duty when she spotted the dark-haired woman coming out of the apartment building, wearing just her blouse. It was obvious she was braless, because the cabby could plainly see the brown-haired woman's big breasts bouncing freely under her blouse as she hurried over to the cab while trying to put on her vest. 

"Damn," she thought. "Don't cover them up baby. Those look to be some fine white titties."

Kelly leaned in through the window. "Is this cab taken?" she asked. 

"Oh, no, Sugar. Hop in. My name is Josephine, and I'll take you any place you want."

As Kelly introduced herself and climbed into the back seat, she noted the older woman looking at her. "Did you have a fight with your boyfriend?" Josephine inquired.

"No. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, from the way you came out of the building, you looked like you were in a hurry to leave."

"I was, but I didn't have a fight with anyone." 

"I'm Josephine, and I will be at your service Miss. Where to?" Before Kelly had a chance to reply, the cabby added, "I think you might want to re do your vest, Sweetie."

Kelly looked down her front and saw that she had fastened it crookedly. She started to unbutton her vest again to fix the problem, when she saw her braless breast plainly visible beneath her thin white blouse. She immediately started to feel naked in the cab when Kelly remembered she was not wearing her bra. She could even see her nipples showing thru her thin white blouse. 

Josephine believed she could read other women pretty well, so she decided to make her move on the one in her cab. There was something in the hot white female that said she might be available to her advances. "Oh, Sugar you have such nice titties. I used to have firm ones too, when I was younger. I want you to open your vest and let me get a better look at them." 

"Huh? What do you mean! I can't do that."

"I said 'Show me your fucking tits,' Bitch. You heard me." Josephine's harsh tone scared Kelly a little but it excited her even more.

She knew it was wrong but she actually opened her vest giving the older black woman a nice, full view of her breasts, covered only by her sheer white blouse. 

"Oh yeah those are some fine titties. How big are they? 34D Kelly replied to the women, not bad. Mine are much bigger but, of course, I'm not as skinny as you are." 

Kelly realized that the woman was driving somewhere but she had not even giving her any directions as to where to take her yet. "Where are we going?"

"I think you're going home with me, you little white slut. I plan to take care of you tonight."

Josephine knew she was right on with this chick. Looking in the mirror, she saw the white women in the back seat still had her vest open, and Josephine could plainly see her nipples thru her blouse and the outline of her breasts. She gave a little wink noticing her passenger lowered her eyes and would not look at her. "Yes, this was a little submissive bitch," she told herself. "Tonight will be fun for me, but not for her." 

The older black cabbie watched her fare as much as possible in the mirror as she drove to her place. The white women's breasts jiggled with every bump in the road, and Josephine was hitting every one she could find just to watch her white titties as they bounced and swayed under her clothing.

Kelly was unable to understand why she was allowing the cab driver to take her home. "The woman isn't that attractive," she thought. "But she seemed to know something about me. Maybe she can recognize my weakness, or maybe I just want more sex. I already had sex with Melanie, and it was great; I had many orgasms tonight already, but something was still missing.

Josephine had a wicked little smile as she drove home, thinking how she had hit pay dirt. The beautiful young woman in the back seat was going to be a nice treat to bring home to her family. They were going to dig using this brunette beauty tonight. Josephine decided to test out the white slut in her cab to see just what was permissible with her, knowing if she passed the first test that it would show how far she would be willing to go with her later on. 

"Hon, you have nice titties, but I want you to unbutton your blouse and play with them. I want to watch you feel yourself up."

For some strange reason, Kelly was interested in this woman. She could not understand why. The black cab driver had to be in her 40's, maybe older then that, but Kelly wanted the other woman to tell her what to do. She knew Josephine planned to take control of the situation and of her, and decided to let the cab driver be in charge. Her hands were trembling as she reached for the top button.

Moving her fingers slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse. When all the buttons were undone, she spread the placket, completely baring her breasts for the other woman to see. Kelly cupped the soft orbs in her hands and lifted them as if she were on a stage and offering up her breasts for everybody's viewing pleasure. 

Josephine almost creamed in her panties, but not because the white women bared her breast for her to look at. She was right-on about her passenger; she wanted to be ordered around, craved it even. She was truly a submissive female. "Oh man," she told herself. "This is going to be a great night. This bitch wants discipline and, by god, she will get it from my family tonight. She's going to be our new family pet."

"We're here," Josephine announced when she pulled up in her driveway. 

Kelly quickly grabbed hold of her blouse to cover up her breasts, but heard Josephine telling her to stop and not cover them yet. "There is no fucking way I am getting out of this cab with my boobs out," she responded. 

The older women heard the authority in her tone, and thought it would be better to let her cover her boobs for the time being than to scare her off. "But, I will make her pay for her disobedient tone later," Josephine silently vowed. 

"Okay. Sure, Baby but, before you do cover those beauties back up, let me feel them."

Kelly's hands let go of her blouse, leaving it gaping open in the front, as Josephine leaned her big body over the front seat and reached over to grab a big, soft white breast with both of her callused hands, giving each mound a nice squeeze. She could feel the white woman's body trembling as she cupped the twin lovelies in her hands. "Nice. Oh, look at these nipples, standing up already. I cannot wait to get these nice white beauties in my mouth to taste them. Do you like having your titties sucked on, Kelly?"

"Oh, god yes," the younger woman blurted out. 

Okay good. I will promise you one thing, Kelly darling. Before the night is over, I guarantee your big, white breasts will get plenty of attention." Josephine was still palming the succulent pair while staring directly at Kelly's big brown eyes. 

"You have very sensitive nipples." By then, Josephine was running her fingers lightly over the hard nubbins. "I see you have a nice even tan too, Kelly. Do you sunbathe completely naked?"

"No, I use a tanning booth. I guess then you have no tan lines."

"Kelly, is you ready to go inside with me?" 

She did not answer her back, but Kelly was feeling more than ready to go into the house with the other woman. She had already cum just from the hands fondling her naked breasts and was eager to follow Josephine inside to find out what else was in store for her horny little body.

The black woman got out of her cab, walked to the other side where her passenger was sitting and opened the door for her. She noticed the women was just sitting there with her blouse still open, not moving to even cover the breasts that were hanging out. Josephine had to smile knowing that, despite her earlier remark about not getting out of the cab without her shirt on, there she sat, with her breasts exposed anyhow. She knew the white woman wanted to be disciplined, because it had become perfectly clear to her that Kelly was very submissive person by nature. 

Josephine had a strong urge to take the big-tittied bitch out of the cab with her breasts sticking out in full view of anybody who happened to be watching. She could feel her pussy twitch from the excitement of showing off her new prize's body to her neighbors, if they happened to be around, because this was one sexy bitch to show off. Instead, she decided she had plenty of time to break her in later. 

"Sweetie, you want me to help you button that back up for you?"

Kelly did not even get the chance to respond to the other women before the brown hands started to refasten her blouse. 

"There, Baby, your tits are covered. What a shame to cover them back up Dear, but do not worry. They'll be out again soon enough." Josephine knew she was not really losing any of her eye candy by buttoning up Kelly's blouse for her because the white shirt she had on was sheer anyhow, and it still showed off her breasts in all their glory.

Kelly felt the other women reaching for her hands to help pull her out of the cab and almost fainted when she saw the black women towering over her. She thought that, even with no boots, the other woman had to be at least six feet tall. The horny submissive could feel the night breeze blowing against her blouse, and she smiled because she knew her nipples were already highly aroused. They would not be able to get any harder or more excited than they already were. 

Josephine enjoyed walking her new pet to the door, looking down at the shorter woman as they approached her Apartment front door.

The much taller black women could hardly take her eyes off the shorter women's bouncing breasts that was moving enticingly inside her white blouse with every step she took. The older women could see that her big areolas and her nipples were clearly visible, even though they were covered. She may as well have been topless, because the sheer fabric showed everything anyway. "The little bitch is putting on a good show, even with those clothes on," she told herself. 

Josephine opened the door and pulled Kelly inside the house behind her. 

"Hi, Jo is that you?" inquired a voice from within. 

"Yes Mom. I'm home and I brought home a little friend."

"Oh Baby Jo that's fine with me darling, but is she pretty?" 

"Yes Mom. She's a fine white woman, and waits until you see her outfit."

Kelly started feeling stupid for going to a strange women's house half dressed. "So why am I here?" She asked herself. "I know why I'm here, because I want to be with Josephine, to give my body to her, but now here I am in a stranger's place with her mom here too. That is way too much drama to deal with right now." Kelly suddenly felt a sudden urge to leave the house, and she probably would have bolted for the door, but the black women still had a strong grip on her tiny wrist, preventing her from fleeing for the door. 

"I guess it's probably safe to be here, because her mom's here," Kelly justified to herself. "But I can't let someone else see me looking like this."




Peep Show



"Josephine, let's just go to your bedroom. I don't want your mom to see me dressed like this."

Kelly's protestation was interrupted by the voice of the still unseen woman. "Jo, bring her in here. I want to meet her." 

"Ok, Mom."

Kelly still objected. "I can't see your mother dressed like this." However, as she was trying to protest and pull away, Josephine tightened her strong grip on the smaller woman's wrist. 

"Bitch, shut the fuck up and stop you're whining. It's Mom's birthday, so let her see your tits. It will make a nice present for her to see those fine white titties of yours. I know they'll make her happy to see them, Slut, so come on."

By that time, Josephine was dragging her new pet in the direction of her mom's voice. "Hi, Mom Happy birthday," she greeted the old woman.

Jo's mom nearly had a heart attack when she saw the brunette standing with her daughter. This was definitely an upgrade over most of her daughter's other visitors she had brought home with her before.

This white woman looked so cute and petite standing next to her six feet, two inch tall daughter. She looked like a frightened little girl who was afraid they might eat her for supper. Mona smiled sending out a thought to the small woman. "Maybe later, Darling, I will eat you."

"Mom, this is Kelly."

"Hi Kelly"

"Hi," she murmured back with her eyes lowered, not wanting to look at the other woman.

Josephine completed the introductions. "Kelly, this is my mom, Mona."

The old woman was practically drooling as she stared at Kelly's chest. She could see how the tiny white woman's body was trembling; her breasts were jiggling noticeably inside her blouse, and she could even see the other woman's nipples protruding through the thin fabric. Mona decided the young woman was either very excited to be here or just plan scared, but her nipples were definitely rigid.

.

Mona, got up to make her self a drink and the older women wanted to offer Kelly one of her special drinks as well.

Kelly, for the first time since she arrived in the house had a chance to look over Josephine's body more closely. She was a big woman in both height and weight. Kelly was feeling a bit intimidated by the black women's size. The large black woman looked so strong and powerful standing next to her own tiny frame. 

Kelly could no longer control her need to be with larger black women any longer. She wanted to go to the bedroom so she could see Josephine's beautiful naked black body next to her own naked white body. She wanted to have sex, and to let the big woman do whatever she wanted with her own tiny white form.

She knew her old desires were coming back full force that afternoon, and she needed to submit herself willingly to a more dominant female, and the black woman standing beside her was perfect for her needs. She was big, black and powerful, and just the thought of having the strong female possessing and using her body made Kelly tremble with lustful anticipation.

"Here Hon," said the old women, who was now standing in front of her. "I have your drink."

"Okay. Thank you, Miss."

"Oh, no need to be so formal with me, Kelly. You can call me Mona. After all sugar, why so formal and proper when you are here dressed like a total slut! In addition, I know why you are here, Sugar. You want my beautiful daughter to fuck you tonight. Oh, I bet you cannot wait to eat her sweet black pussy either. Am I right, you horny little white slut?"

Kelly's mouth literally fell open when the elderly lady spoke to her like that, calling her a slut, but what surprised her even more was the old women reaching out and grabbing her breasts with her old hands and she begin to fondle them. 

"Oh yeah, Jo, you're going to have fun playing with this one tonight. She has nice tits. Maybe her white breasts are a little droopy Jo, but not bad over all. 

Kelly felt insulted when the old women called her tits "droopy." How the fuck can you call my tits droopy, you old hag," she thought to herself. She could feel her hand rising, prepared to slap the older women's face when she heard Josephine's voice. 

"Don't worry about my horny old mom, Darling. She's only playing with you."

Mona had to smile when her daughter said that because she actually was playing with the white slut. She was playing with her boobs.

Instead of slapping the elderly women in the face for touching her breast, Kelly raised her glass and took a swig from the glass Mona had given her. Her drink seemed strong going down her throat, but it tasted good. She hoped the alcohol would help calm her nerves and took another big sip. At the same time, she pulled her body away from the old woman, freeing her breasts from the groping hands. 

Mona was just about to slap the skinny bitch, until she saw her daughter's stern facial expression. Instead, she smiled at Kelly. "She's right; I am being a bitch today, but thank you for allowing me the pleasure of touching your pretty tits, Darling. When you get to be my age, there aren't too many chances to be with pretty lesbians like you."

Kelly started to object to being called a lesbian when she heard a door shut behind her, and looked around to see if someone had come through the front entrance. 

"Don't worry, Kelly. It is only my daughters' bedroom door, Josephine reassured her. "They're twins and they just turned 18."

"Your daughters are here too?"

"Yeah, but don't worry about them, because they brought home their own entertainment tonight.

Come on lets go into the living room where we'll all be more comfortable."

The older woman was still standing in front of her guest, offering another drink. "You might need it tonight, Sugar, I think, with you offering up your fine white body for our personal entertainment. It will probably be a long night for you, Baby, but do not worry. We know how to treat wanton little sluts like you. You are going to have fun with us, Sweetie. I know we will satisfy all your needs tonight, my darling slut, and that lovely body of yours will experience pleasure like never before. 

"What do you mean, by 'all of you. I'm here to be with Josephine only."

"Oh, you will be, Sugar, but we are family. We share all wanton little sluts like you that come over. Do not worry about it too much, because we treat all of our white friends like family pets. What I mean, Doll, we are going to share your lovely white body as a family. I know you want to be here, Slut. Just look at yourself, standing there, showing off your big titties in a see-through blouse with no bra on. I also know you are a fucking horny little white bitch, so just relax and enjoy yourself. The fun is about to begin."

"Maybe she's right," Kelly thought to herself. "I am acting like a total slut tonight, coming here to a stranger's home." Her thoughts were soon interrupted when she heard the sound of a door closing again, this time in the room.

"Hi, Mom," announced a pair of new voices.

"Oh, hi, Shanise. Hi, Tricia

Kelly's mouth gaped open when she saw the two black girls standing in the room. The twins reminded her of her first female lover, Nefertiti. They were beautiful and both had on sexy little tops with matching panties. Both girls looked to be in great shape, and their breasts looked big. Probably C cups, but definitely teenager breasts, because both girls' bosoms seemed to point upwards, even without their bras on to help support them. As Kelly stared at the two sexy teenagers, Josephine interrupted her thoughts. 

"These are my daughters, Shanise and Tricia."

"Oh, hi," Kelly stuttered in a shaky voice, feeling guilty for ogling the teenage girls. "My god she thought. "They're only 18." She suddenly felt old thinking how she was almost 14 years older than they were. 

Tricia looked over and saw the white women standing in the room. Seeing her immediately brought a smile to her pretty face, and her eyes started to roam over Kelly's tiny body. "Wow!" she thought. 

Looking directly at the white woman's chest, she could see both breasts clearly outlined through her blouse and thought it was so sheer she may as well not even have been wearing it. The new woman had nice breasts; Tricia figured them to be about the same size as her own black boobs, maybe a little bigger. She knew, of course, that the woman's white tits would not be as firm as her own chocolate beauties. The teenager smiled, knowing her perky young boobs to be much better than those old white tits any day. 

She could feel her pussy getting wet from just thinking about being with an older woman. The thought of ordering her around would be the ultimate high, especially with her young body having an older female submitting for her sexual pleasures. Tricia was also certain that the white woman must be willing to submit herself to her family, or why would she be standing here in their house dressed like that? 

"I hope I get the opportunity to finish undressing her sexy body myself," she told herself. "I can hardly wait to see her naked little white body next to mine.

"Oh, shit! That is Kelly! "Tricia suddenly recognized the women in the room from watching the soap opera on television the way she and her sister sometimes did when they came home early from school. That thought recalled some of her fondest and most sensual memories.

The two sisters often cut some of their afternoon classes to bring home white girls to play with, like Amber, who was once the head cheerleader. "But we caught the bitch cheating on her test in school: at least that's what we told her, and she believed us," Tricia remembered. They had told the frightened 18 year old that she was to come home with them to their place where they could discuss what the sisters planned on doing about the situation. Amber was so cared you could see the panic writing all over her pretty face, but she nodded her head "Yes." 

Tricia's erotic memories of their fun with Amber continued. "Shanise and I brought her home after classes, and my sister told Amber that she had proof about her cheating on a test, and she would have to obey us or we would get her kicked out of school. Amber begged us not to tell anyone about her cheating on the test. Besides that, she gave in to Shanise, and pleaded with her, saying 'Yes, I will do anything you want me to do, but please do not tell anyone.' 

"Amber, the once bubbly but dimwitted blond cheerleader, we told her that she was going to be our own personal property from then on. The bitch was so stupid she did not even ask us to show her the evidence we claimed to have to prove she cheated and, of course, we did not have any proof she did cheat. She was a stupid blond bitch. 

"Shanise frightened Amber. For some reason, it seemed like black people scared her, probably because of the way her racist mom hated black people. I guess her mom did not really hate blacks after all, but she did think she was better than they were. Amber was afraid that if we told them she cheated on her test, the school would suspend her from her classes, and she would flunk out, so she eventually caved in to our demands. Although I believe, she was more worried about losing her precious head cheerleader position. 

"Amber became our own personal sex toy for us to order around and play with, but Shanise might have taken it too far with her. My sister turned her out for cash at school, selling her white body to the other students. She even made Amber go braless sometimes, and told the other students to make fun of her cow udder tits; she knew the cheerleader was sensitive about her over-sized boobies. 

"I remember how pale her face looked when Shanise called Amber to come over to her one day at school. My sister was standing by a large group of our classmates at school and a couple of Amber's white cheerleader friends were there. She was scared, but she walked over anyhow. You could see her big boobies bouncing under her cheerleader top as she approached my sister's group. 

"Shanise started to laugh at her saying 'hey guys, my little pet looks embarrassed to be seen without her bra on. What do you think; should Amber be ashamed of showing off her big tits in front of us? I don't think so.'

"I heard my sister telling Amber to lift up her top to let everyone see her big tits. The white girl looked so scared, looking around at the big crowd of students watching her, but she did reach down and lifted her top over her huge tits. Her pale white skin was actually turning a nice shade of pink. She was definitely flustered from the shame of showing everyone her boobs, I thought, but I did notice her nipples were hard. Maybe the blond bitch liked what she was doing after all, showing off her body to the other kids. Who knows? 

"Shanise reached under Amber's short skirt and pulled down her panties which made the blonde freak out at first. Then my sister started lifting her skirt to show off the bitch's pussy. 'I guess we can all see our little cheerleader is a real blonde,' she said, as she reached her hand down to touch Amber's pussy hair. I think the bitch could use a nice shave. There is too much hair covering her sweet white pussy. Hey, check out her big ass,' she said, and she pulled up Amber's skirt to show her big butt to the gawking kids. 'I know some of you would like to test out her sweet white ass, give it a nice hard ride. That can be arranged boys and girls. So Talk to me about it after school. This girl is going to be available for a price.'

"Amber's face was burning; she was humiliated to hear a black girl offering her body to the crowed of surprised on lookers. 'I'm not a whore,' Amber was probably thinking. 'Why am I standing here, letting her treat me like one?' She was about to start crying when she heard Shanise barking at her.

"She was telling Amber to stand still and shut the fuck up and not move a muscle or else! The dumb girl actually listened to my sister's orders and did what Shanise told her to do, putting her arms down to her sides and just standing there.

Then my sister offered to let everybody in the group of students a chance to play with Amber's body if they forked over some money. It did not take the male students long to cough up some cash for the opportunity to feel up the cheerleader's sexy young body. The boys were anxious to get the opportunity to put their hands all over the cheerleader's once virginal and untouchable hot body. All the students gathered in a tight circle around the sexy blonde cheerleader and the other students hands started to fondle Amber's sexy body. 

. 

"It must have seemed to Amber that hands were touching her everywhere at once. Some were on her boobies and others were playing with her big, soft ass cheeks. The white girl just stood there and let the pawing hands continue to fondle her body. 

"One of the black boys was slapping one of her tits and others were rubbing on her legs and up her thighs. Another student was rubbing her back. One of the other black students reached out, grabbed her free hanging tit with his hands, and squeezed it. She looked like a tiny Oreo, standing in the middle of a sea of black kids who were fondling every part of her exposed white body. I thought she would bolt, but she did not move at all. She just stood there with out moving, while the other students continued touching all over her body. 

'Ouch! Oh god, Johnny,' I actually heard her call out his name. 

"He continued slapping her tits playfully, but I noticed that Amber seemed to be getting off on having her boobies slapped. 'Ouch!' she cried out again as the hand whacked her boob again. She must have felt so lost in her emotions then, with all the hands roaming over her young body. 

"Another boy pulled her panties all the way down and off and then he threw them aside before slipping his finger inside her tight little pussy.

The young boy begin to finger fuck the girls young pussy. 

Amber, was thinking to herself as the boy continued to finger her pussy 'Oh god a black boy is actually fingering my pussy. 'It may be only a finger inside my pussy , but it still feels nice to have his dark fingers going in and out of my white pussy.

I can't believe I'm doing this.' looking down, Amber begin to watch the other Black Hand still slapping her soft titties, 'Ouch! Ahhh!' .Amber cried out from the initial pain from having her breast slapped but she also could feel her nipples responding to the manhandling of her soft tits. 

Amber could tell that her nipples were as hard as pebbles and with each slap of the black boys hands on her tender young breast. She could feel her young pussy getting wetter by the minute. The young teen knew she was going to cum soon and she wanted to cum .

"'Oh shit!' Amber was thinking to herself. 'This feels so good,' as she felt and thought about all the hands touching her tender white body at the same time. 'The finger fucking my pussy feels wonderful! Oh my god, my fucking tits are being manhandled by this black jock! Oh, it feels so good! Please do not stop touching my body. I never felt a boy's hands touching my boobies before, and it feels so good to have those black hands all over my tits.

Amber thought My god! It feels like he's trying to milk my breast.'

"He was pulling on her tits, lifting them up in his hands like he was testing their weight, then letting go and watching them flop back down. He was really digging the way the boobs bounced on her chest when he let go of them. He seemed almost in awe of the girl's big white tits; they felt so soft in his hands, like pizza dough. I think he might have thought her tits were too big for even his big hands to fit around them, as he reached down to hold them in his palms. After that, he lifted both of her boobs with his hands upward and pressed them hard against the white girl's chest. I could hear her make a gasping noise when he did that. 

"The teenage boy must have liked the look in Amber's big, blue eyes as he mashed her spongy tits against her chest. It looked like she was hurting when he did it at first, but her expression changed from the initial look of on her face to pure rapture.

Amber had a little smile on her pretty face, and the look in her eyes seemed to say 'Oh yeah, Baby, that felt fine.' He must have sensed the blonde student liked having her big tits manhandled by him. It seemed the more he groped or smacked her there, the more her face smiled at him. He knew the white teenager's body was responding to the rough treatment he was giving her boobs and, when he looked at her baby-blue eyes, they looked hazy and that her eyes were partly closed. Her pretty face had a dreamy expression and her mouth was hanging open too.

"Amber looked like she was in heat, and the guy playing with her tits could hear her heavy breathing. It sounded like a dog panting or gasping for air.

He thought 'Oh yeah. This bitch is in heat'

"The young athlete and everybody else knew she would not be such a prude from then on in school. Her innocence was now gone and Amber knew, that she was lost in her own need for being used or dominated by others. It would be only a matter of time before all the students in school would get a chance to fuck the bitch's hot, willing pussy. 

"Amber was well aware of the color of the hands fondling her milky white tits, and it must have been adding to her excitement even more. She knew how her mom would freak out if she knew a black boy had his hands on her white body. 

Tricia ,I could just imagine the shocked look that would be on her mom's face if she caught her young daughter with Johnny. Imagine if her mom saw someone's black hands on her precious daughter's white tits.

I bet Amber was feeling even more dirty and having erotic thoughts about allowing the black teenager to fondle her bare breast.

I could tell by looking at her face that Amber seemed to be lost in the moment because her face had a look as if to say Yes, please continue touching me I do not mind. Her baby blue eyes had a sexual haze.. I could not help but think to myself that pretty little Amber was even more excited by the hands pawing her soft breast. 




Peep Show



I could only wander what was running through Ambers horny young mind, was she even more excited ' knowing it was a black boy who was feeling her up for the first time. She was losing control of her mind and her body, and I could tell by looking at Amber's face that she knew it. I could tell she was getting hornier by the minute and I could see her body tensing up. She must have known she was ready to cum from the finger fucking her pussy and the thrill of having everybody watching it happen. 

"One of the black girls in the crowd was not too happy that her boyfriend was fingering the blonde's pussy, especially the way she seemed to be enjoying him finger fucking her.

The black girl walked up behind Ambers to her exposed ass and started to massage the pale cheeks with her hands. She could hear Amber moaning and I knew the girl was getting close to her orgasm if she had not already had one or more by now.

"The black girl placed her hands on the white bitch's ass cheeks and spread them apart, thinking to herself that the white slut did have a nice ass. She glanced down at the little puckered opening and smiled as she stuck her finger all the way into it.  

"Amber knew her pussy was being fucked by a black boy's finger, but she didn't care. She knew all the other kids were watching her lewd behavior and even felt the finger being inserted in her tight ass. She loved that and let everybody know it.

'Oh god, that feels so good fucking good baby,' Amber babbled out incoherently.

'Oh, yesss! please! I am cumming! Oh, yes, Amber screamed out then and her eyes opened wide when she realized what she had just done. She saw how Johnny's middle finger in front of her face was dripping with her juices. 

"He smiled. 'Yeah, you sure did cum, Amber.' 

"Then she noticed Johnny's girlfriend behind her. 'It must have been his girlfriend fingering my ass,' Amber probably thought.

"She saw two of her white cheerleader friends watching her and she felt so ashamed, knowing they had just witnessed her acting like a whore. 'Oh god what have I done!' she screamed as she started to run away from the crowd of laughing teenagers. As Amber ran, she tried to pull her top down over her big bouncing breasts. 

'Hey, girl, your ass is showing,' somebody yelled. Amber knew her big white ass was in plain sight as she ran off too, but she could not keep her short skirt pulled down over it as she ran away from the group. 

Tricia smiled at the recollection of what Shanise had gotten the crowd of students to do and say. "I still wonder how my sister managed to get Amber to go that far at school that day. When I asked her, she just smiled at me. 'Oh girl it was easy.'

"After that day at school it seemed that the white girl was never the same, again. Her spirit must have been broken. She just followed Shanise around as if she was her little puppy. I was even more shocked when I heard Amber started being a hooker for my sister. 

"Shanise told me she saw Amber's mom one day at school, and wanted her too, because the mom was even hotter than her daughter. I knew my sister was going to go after the older woman. Shanise even went as far as to threaten her mom, Connie, telling about her daughter being a hooker. She told the mother she would tell everyone about her beautiful daughter being a whore if Connie did not do what she was told.

"Amber's mom may have been able to deal with her daughter being a hooker but she could never deal with her precious daughter being Shanise's own personal pussy slave. Connie could not handle her white daughter submitting herself to a black girl like that. My sister finally managed to get her ultimate satisfaction with Connie one day when she got her in bed. I only saw Amber's mom naked in bed with my sister once. 

"I was surprised when I saw her big white ass sticking up in the air on the bed with her pretty face buried between Shanise's chocolate thighs and eating her pussy. My sister was on a power trip with the white woman, trying to degrade her by calling her every filthy name she could think of. I heard her yelling 'Lick it bitch! Oh, Connie, You're just like your whore of a daughter, eating my black pussy now, Bitch.' I was sure I heard the women crying as she continued licking my sister's pussy.

"'Yeah, Momma, you're so fine, do you like my pussy? Connie. I am cumming. Ahhh, yeah, open your fucking mouth, Bitch, and taste my sweet pussy. Connie, I want to cum in your white mouth, you whore. Oh, fuck yeah; drink my pussy juice, Baby. Yes, I am cumming in your mouth, Bitch, and you had better swallow every drop of my yummy pussy juice like a good little bitch. 

"'Oh yeah, that's a good little mom. Swallow every drop, Connie. You will learn to like the taste of my pussy juice in your mouth, Bitch. How does it taste, you white bitch?'

Tricia felt her pussy starting to drip as her recollections continued. "I looked at Amber's naked mom when she got off my sister's bed. The woman had a great body for her age, and her tits were big without much sag at all for their size. I could definitely see where Amber got her looks from because her mom was hot. Connie's body was even better than her daughter's . Her boobies looked fuller and firmer on her womanly frame, while her daughter's huge tits were almost too big for her height. They looked like cow udders hanging from her chest when she did not have a bra on. I remember how Connie's face looked so pale, standing there naked by my sisters bed. It was obvious to me she'd been crying, because her eye shadow had run down her face, making her white face look like a raccoon. 

"I could see her boobies had red marks on them; obviously my sister had whipped her tits already. The older women's naked body was making my pussy wet, just from me looking at her voluptuous white body. I then heard my sister shout at the frightened looking older mom. Go clean yourself up and then get the fuck out of here, Bitch.

"Connie's dumb, pretty face looked so scared when she heard my sister shouting at her to get out. I could see by the way the white women reacted to my sisters' harsh tone that she was scared of Shanise. Her body was trembling; her big tits were visibly shaking and her pale white thighs seemed to be shaking as she stood there by my sisters bed.

Connie also had her head lowered towards the floor as if she could not even stand to look at my sisters face or maybe she could not stand the sight of seeing Shanise naked body.

I noticed my sister had a smug look on her face while she continued to taunt Ambers sexy mom with her nasty words.

Hey, Connie your prettier and much younger daughter is more talented then you in bed but you will learn how to please me soon enough.

It also looked to me like Ambers mom was going to throw up as she backed away from my sisters bed. She was trying to hold her hands over her mouth as she walked towards the bathroom.

I also noticed when Connie turned her body around her pale ass was a nice shade of red too. My sister must have enjoyed spanking that hot mom's white ass besides whipping her boobs.

"I asked Shanise about how she got Amber's mom in her bed. At first, she only told me that her mom was even dumber then her daughter, but she told me later how she did it. I was hoping she would share Amber's mom with me but she never did, not to this day."

Tricia kept looking at the new woman with a hungry look in her eyes. She thought the tiny white slut was hot before, but now she was even more excited knowing that the newest family sex toy standing in the room was an actor. 

"Oh my god!" she thought. "The white chick that would be giving herself sexually to my family and me tonight is none other than Kelly Monaco. Wow!" The sexy black teenager got even more excited knowing that the soap star was in their apartment almost topless and was going to let all of them use her body. Her fantasy of sex with a hot older women was about to come true.

Kelly felt a shiver go down her back from seeing the way the girl was looking at her body. She could almost feel the teenager undressing her with her eyes. "I guess that shouldn't be too hard for her to do, considering how I'm dressed.

She also found herself undressing the young black girl with her eyes. Tricia had on a short midriff top showing off her flat tummy, and she was obviously braless underneath it, because her pointy nipples were poking out thru the thin fabric. She was wearing see-thru panties too, and

Kelly was looking directly at the black girl's young pussy and the nice little strip of hair.

"Ouch! Oh fuck, yeah, Baby, yes. Ah, yes, Mistress Shanise. Ouch! That fucking hurt."

"Shut up bitch!" 

Kelly nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard a girl's screams coming from the other room. Looking around, she saw the two older women grinning at her, obviously enjoying her discomfort. Tricia was smiling at her too, but with a friendlier look on her young face. Kelly heard the door open, saw the girl's twin sister walk completely naked out of the other room and felt her heart skip a beat when she got a look at the young girl's body. Shanise had perfectly shaped breasts, with a tiny waist, curvy hips and long athletic legs. The sexy black girl was probably five feet, nine inches tall, give or take an inch, Kelly guessed.

Shanise felt the older women looking at her nakedness. She was very proud of her tight young body, which was becoming famous around the area for being able to seduce older women. She had Amber's precious mom and a few other mature females already submitting their bodies to her young black form. The older women eventually succumbed to her advances because they craved her young perfect black form, but she still preferred the teenagers like Amber, her favorite pet.

"Here, Bitch!" Shanise called out. 

Kelly thought she meant her, and almost took a step forward until she saw the blond girl who was crawling out of the room on her hands and knees. Her face was staring at the floor as she approached the naked Shanise. The blonde had massive tits on her that hung down so far they almost touched the floor as she crawled. She had a big ass too, not fat, just big. 

Kelly turned and saw all the women in the room were now naked. "Wow!" she thought as she finally got a good look at all the black females' nakedness, but the minute her eyes spotted Josephine's nude body, it seemed as if time stopped for her and there was no one else in the room but the black cab driver with her gorgeous figure. Josephine's naked body amazed her; she had huge breasts, much bigger than her own 34d size tit's. Kelly wondered just how big they were. 

Jo saw Kelly looking at her impressive nude body. "Do you like what you see, Darling?"

"Oh, my god your body's incredible, Josephine."

"Do you want to ask me something else, Kelly?"

"What? Ask you what?" 

"I think you want to ask me about my big titties, Darling. I think you want to ask me about the size of these mouth-watering boobs. Do you like looking at my big black titties, Girlfriend?"

"Oh yes, Josephine," Kelly mumbled, not taking her eyes off the women's huge breasts, and the way they jiggled as she approached.

"I know that you'd like to feast on my big titties, Kelly. You want to try to fit one of my big boobs in your pretty mouth. Is I right, Kelly?"

"Oh, yes, I'd love to nurse on your big nipples." 

"Relax, Darling. I will feed you later baby, but Amber goes first. You're going to see what we do to her, and then, when we're through with her body, you're going to be one horny little bitch."

"Kelly smiled, thinking to herself "What am I now?"

"Oh, Kelly, for the record, the black body you're craving to be with so badly is 36jj-26-38." 

Kelly could not stop staring at the woman's voluptuous body. She originally thought Josephine was a big woman, maybe overweight, but she had been wrong in her earlier assessment of her body, it was thick in all the right places but her curvy body was definitely not fat.

Josephine voluptuous black form was solid muscle. She had enormous, amply nippled boobs. "Yes," Kelly thought. "Josephine is right; I do want to bury my face in her cleavage."

Her mouth felt suddenly dry. She tried to take another sip of her drink, but she had already finished her second one. Kelly noticed the elderly woman was standing in front of her again with a new glass in her hand, and she was happy to except the new drink from Mona. 

"Thank you." 

"Oh, you're welcome." 

As Kelly brought the drink to her mouth, the old women reached out again to grab her breasts.

Mona continued to play with my breast as I sipped on the drink she handed me. I did not say anything to try to stop her this time. I just let the old women fondle me where she wanted. "I guess there's no harm in letting her touch my boobies," Kelly told herself. "And, besides, her hands don't feel too bad touching my breast. 

Mona smiled knowing that their new pet was giving in to her sexual needs and desires. Kelly was craving something, and was going to let her body be touched. The old woman had been with many other women in her life mostly, black, but a few were white so, even if she was old, she still knew a trick her too about pleasuring a woman's body. 

Kelly moaned out when she felt the elder women lightly touching her nipples through her blouse and her little brown nubbins quickly became fully erect under Mona's skillful fingers.

The older woman knew just how to turn on another female's body from all her years of experience with other women in bed. I may be older now, she thought, but I still posses the skills necessary to seduce other females, both young and old. I know what this little slut needs from me.

I know I am turning on this younger slut now just by me skill fully toying with her nipples. I can feel just how excited and aroused her nipples are now by me just playing with them. I will own this bitch when I am done with her tonight.

Mona could see from looking at Kelly face that her nipple play was working to perfection on the excited white women's body already.

Mona knew that Kelly's body was responding to what she was doing to her nipples. Her nipples were hard as rocks between her fingers. The elder women also could hear her breathing heavy and Mona noticed that her eyes looked foggy.

Mona reminded herself how Kelly had been staring at Jo.

"I know she'd do anything to get her hands on my daughter's gorgeous naked body, the horny little bitch," the old woman gloated to herself. "This white bitch really has it bad and I know she can't control her slutty needs for my daughter's body," Mona decided. While playing with the horny slut's tits with one hand, she reached down with the other to unsnap the tight pants she was wearing.

Kelly thought she felt her jeans unsnap, but she did not really care at that point, because she was too busy watching Josephine and her naked, 18-year-old daughters to worry about the elderly woman playing with her body. She heard the zipper of her jeans being pulled open by the old women too, but it felt good to have her too-tight jeans finally undone. It had been too long a day to be wearing something so tight.

Mona smiled when she discovered the white woman had no panties on. Leaving the jeans at thigh height, her hand found Kelly's mons, and she started rubbing her pussy, noticing the younger woman only had a little pubic hair, no more than a thin strip down the center. Her jeans were open enough to allow Mona's hands easier access to the white woman's pussy. She was tempted to pull them completely off the skinny body, but decided to leave them where they were for the time being. Her hands continued to rub Kelly's pussy, and she tried to get to her clit. When she managed to reach it and was about to run her finger over the little morsel, Mona felt the stickiness on her fingers. The horny slut had already come! 

She removed her sticky fingers from Kelly's pussy. "Bitch, you taste good, she said, startling the younger woman. "I said, you taste good," Mona repeated.

Kelly saw the old women licking her fingers and heard her saying how good the juices tasted. Mona offered her a taste, but before she could answer, the sticky fingers had already been stuck into her open mouth and Mona was talking to her again.

"Go ahead baby; suck on Mona's finger. Taste your own pussy juices on my fingers." 

Kelly was unsure what came over her then, but she started sucking and tasting her own pussy. She felt an urgent need to clean off the black sticky fingers in her mouth, no longer caring that it was her own juices she was sucking off with her mouth. At that point, all she cared about was that the finger tasted like pussy, even if it was her own pussy. 

Josephine and her daughter had briefly forgotten about Amber, and they stood watching the old woman playing with Kelly. All the women in the house knew that Kelly was going to be willing to do anything they wanted her to do that night. She was definitely more than ready for them. 

"Mom, remember the rules of the house," Josephine affectionately admonished her mother.

"Oh shit, Jo I can't help myself. Your guest is a wanton little slut. Look, at her sucking on my fingers and tasting her own pussy juices. I think the horny white bitch wants to eat some chocolate tasting pussy tonight, don't you, Bitch does you not want to taste my fat pussy tonight?"

Kelly felt the finger slipping out of her mouth and, opening her eyes, she saw all the black women smiling at her.

Shanise shouted out: "You are one horny white bitch, but wait for your turn, Slut. We will take care of you soon. I'll have you begging me for the pleasure of tasting my pussy soon enough."

Kelly could not help wondering why she was allowing the rude teenager to talk to her in that manner, but she secretly knew it was a big turn on, having the girl talk to her as if she was a slut. She also knew she wanted to submit her body willingly to the whole family. Looking over at Josephine's hot body, she was eager for sex with that black woman, and her two daughters with their tight little teenage bodies excited her too. The twins were so sexy that just the thought of pleasuring their youthful pussies was exciting. She believed she could even deal with Mona, and it would be worth it if she could be with the other three women.

Kelly heard a scream and, looking in the direction of the sound, she saw the blonde girl again. She was standing in the center of the room, but could not be seen too well because the other women were blocking the view of the white teenager. "Oh god," Kelly softly exclaimed when she saw Josephine with a whip in her hand.

The leather implement made a whirring noise and struck with a loud "whack!"

"Ouch!" Amber cried out. 

"Whack!" the whip struck again.

"Oh, god, please whip my boobies, Jo," the blonde teenager cried out, and her wish was granted, over and over again.

Kelly heard the voluptuous blond continuing to beg Josephine to whip her. She could not see Amber's breasts from the view she had, but just the thought of her black dream fantasy woman with a whip in her hand made her cum again. She finally had a chance to see the naked black ass she yearned for. It was perfect, thick, rounded and solid. She felt envy as she thought about her own skinny bottom compared to the black women's sumptuous curves. Kelly wanted to go over and kiss Jo's big ass right at that moment, to plant kisses all over her gorgeous body. She would have done anything at that instant to chance places with Amber. She would not even have cared that it would be her breasts being whipped instead of the teenager's'; she just needed to be closer to Josephine and make love to every inch of that succulent nude chocolate body.

"Swish, whack Swish, whack! Swish, whack she heard the whip continuing to make contact with what she knew was the bare, white skin of Amber, who kept screaming in pain and begging for more. Kelly pulled her pants back up above her hips, but did not refasten them, and was about to move forward to get a better view of what was happening when she felt a pair of hands grabbing her arm. It was one of the twins. 




Peep Show



Shane just finished working another twelve hour shift. The past seven days were exactly the same; get up, go to work, go home, eat, sleep. He wasn't even sure what day of the week it was anymore, until Kevin, his work buddy, asked if he wanted to go check out the strip club for "Halloween Whorer" night.

Shane was tired. Working in a warehouse was already back-breaking work. It kept him in better shape than his paper-pushing friends, but he found himself physically and mentally put to the test this past week, working to fill a rush order that had to be done all over again because some jack-ass in production couldn't read a spec sheet properly. But just knowing that the week was behind him, Shane felt a sudden surge of energy fill his body as he thought about Kevin's suggestion, like a flickering fluorescent light warming up to a full glow and steady hum.

Not only was Shane excited about his week from Hell coming to a close, he was intrigued by the strip club's new owners' attempts to re-vitalize an awful pit of filth and dirty old man lust. The dancers were either clearly past their prime, or struggling single mothers who were average at best, who simply did not want to be there. He went once when he first moved to the city and hadn't been back since. It was just too depressing.

The word at work was that the new owners, two brothers from Las Vegas, did an amazing job of turning the place in a modern and temping destination with real entertainment.

"Shane? Do you need a week to think about it or what?" asked Kevin as they walked across the staff parking lot. Shane realized he had only agreed to go to the club in his head.

"I'm just tired still. I'm sure I'll wake up once I'm there. Let's go. I haven't seen the new place yet."

"You must be the only guy left who hasn't. We need a night of tits and ass after the week we've been through. How about I come by to pick you up around ten? Parking might be tight, there's a new bar that just opened down the street." Kevin motioned with his head that suggested the bar was to his immediate right, but Kevin was just an animated talker. "Maybe that whole area will come back to life after being a scary-ass place past twenty years."

It was Halloween night, so trying to park two cars made no sense to Shane, either. Hopefully, they will hook up with some horny women later, and he could easily get dropped off with his one-night fuck before Kevin goes home with his. He imagined the night ahead. A stage full of women rolling around with big tits and round, tight asses and spread legs. Then off to the neighbouring bar, and maybe a nice hungry pussy to fuck hard after last call. Shane noticed his dick was starting to stiffen at the thought. He agreed to see Kevin in a few hours and bolted in the other direction to his old truck. Then he headed home to eat, shower and shave.

Shane had been in the city for about five months now, and hadn't had a good fuck since. His old job in his hometown no longer existed, so moving to the city was his only option. He had been so preoccupied with the move and his new job, he had no time to think about women or what they had to offer. But tonight he felt like he had just woken up from a sexual coma. He was going to enjoy lusting after the fairer sex tonight. Shane smoked a cigarette as he waited anxiously for Kevin to arrive. He poured himself a shot of spiced rum and downed it in one gulp, as if drinking quickly would make the night start faster. It worked. He could hear Kevin's SUV pull up the driveway. On the drive there, Shane noticed there were no more children out. Their night of fun was over, but his was just beginning.

When they pulled into the parking lot they already knew there might be a line at the strip club. It just made Shane's anticipation greater and the reward that much sweeter once he got inside past the bouncer. They were greeted by a young brown-eyed brunette in a French maid costume, her pale breasts spilling out of the low-cut black lace bustier. 

"Welcome to Halloween Whorer," she cheerfully sang. Shane thought he was happy to finally be out on the town before, but now he was ecstatic.

Kevin walked ahead of Shane, straining to find some free chairs. Shane, on the other hand, was barely walking at a normal pace. He was busy trying to look at it all at once. The seating area was dark, but there were spotlights on stage, and rope lighting all along the double runways that met in the middle to form a U-shape. At the corners were mini stages with poles, each with a girl twirling and spinning around them. In the center was a larger stage with 2 poles close together. Two pony-tailed girls were dancing topless in green and white cheer leading skirts. When he saw the brunette fondle the blonde's huge breasts from behind, and then give each nipple a pinch between her fingers, he felt his cock growing thicker.

"Jesus fuck" exclaimed Shane.

"I told you" smirked Kevin as he motioned to two empty chairs that no longer had its table. A group of drooling young frat boys had claimed a whole corner of tables and chairs. Kevin walked over and spoke to the teens and put his hand on a small table.

"Hey guys, mind if we use one of these? Is doesn't look like you're getting much drinking done anyways". Only one boy out of the group looked at Kevin, the rest were understandably distracted. He nodded and went back to staring at the dancers.

"First-timers," laughed Kevin.

Shane understood how they felt. He's seen his fair share of strippers, but in his small town, he saw the ones who needed to travel outside the city to get venues. While he knew that not all strippers are created equal, he had no idea just how much so. Plus he never seen so many girls out at once. It felt a bit like an all-female orgy. A busty blonde "nurse" with fire-engine red lips and fishnet stockings to match came by shockingly fast to take their drink orders. He reasoned that drunk, horny men spent more of their money. It was truly the greatest sight Shane had ever seen. A vampiress was laying flat on her back on the stage in front of them. She was wearing thigh high patent boots, and a black satin cape with red lining. Both arms were covered in black lace fingerless gloves ending just before her elbows. She slowly lifted both legs straight up into the air, revealing her narrow black bush between her legs, and her gaping, wet pussy as she opened her legs wide. She moved one of her gloved hands over her mound and spread her pussy lips open with her fingers, revealing her pink bud as she bent her knees and raised her ass off the floor of the stage just enough to give the patrons in the club a better view. She started rotating her hips in little circles, and Shane imagined his stiff rod slamming hard into that hot and ready gash. She rolled over onto all fours, and Shane got a perfect view of of her glistening pussy and her tight asshole as she rocked back and forth, reaching between her legs, still fingering her clit.

A soft glow of spotlight caught his eye. On the far side of the stage, he saw a girl with long, blonde curls dressed in a white lace corset with matching thigh-high stockings and heels. A gold halo headpiece sat upon her platinum blond head, and small feathered wings wobbled with each step. She was coming closer. Her breasts weren't very big, but their pointy shape made her large pink nipples stick straight out, perfect for nibbling and licking. She wore no underwear, so her garter belt framed her slight blonde bush like a piece of art. She was almost bare, it was groomed thin and short, just enough hair to let you know she was the real deal. He had never seen such a light bush before, and he wanted to spread her lips and lick every inch of her pretty pink parts. Her face was just as bewilderingly beautiful. Her blue eyes were made up with white and sparkly silver shadow; it made her look like she was indeed a gift from the heavens. She smiled as another girl leaned in for an open-mouthed kiss.

He was so taken aback with the angel that he didn't even notice the she-devil who was walking on the opposite side of the stage to meet her in the middle. This girl was a striking brunette, her long, dark hair was straight with strips of red highlights falling around her devil headband. Her corset was red patent leather, with cut-outs for her breasts, which were enormous. They were accentuated with an elaborate jeweled collar that hung low enough to settle into the valley of her mountains. He could see the remnants of summer on her chest, as there were fading triangles on each breast showing where her bikini top would have been. It made her large, brown circles jump out even more. Her nipples were begging to be sucked. It looked like she had body oil massaged onto her tanned skin, making it practically glow in the spotlights. Her full lips were painted a deep wine, and he imagined them around his now throbbing dick. He'd grab onto that wild black hair and pull her mouth up and down his cock.

Shane's attention had turned to the nurse waitress, who brought another round of drinks. It was Shane's turn to get this round, and he fumbled for his wallet for enough cash for both the drinks and a tip. He pulled out another cigarette and turned back to the stage, but the angel and devil dancers were gone. Shane cursed under his breath. He definitely wanted to see more of that.

After a few more drinks and the parade of beautiful costumed women was almost over, Kevin asked Shane if he was ready to go to the bar to see if they could get lucky.

"You can go on ahead, and I'll meet you there. I want to see if they bring out the angel and devil girls one more time."

"Angel and devil girls?" asked Kevin, as he flicked the ashes off his cigarette.

"Yeah, they were fucking hot. You didn't see them?" 

"Nope. No idea what you're talking about."

"Well, they weren't on stage for too long, that's for sure. You missed some sweetness, my friend."

"I'll bet. I'm gonna take off. See you later." Kevin grabbed his coat and the pushed the last of his cigarette into the ashtray before he turned around and left.

Shane decided to leave shortly after that. A pussy in the hand is worth two on the stage, after all. He started walking down the street, and after only a minute realized he didn't know where he was going. No matter, it couldn't be far. He held a cigarette in his mouth while he felt his pockets for a lighter. He realized Kevin still had it. 

Shane was startled when he heard a man's raspy voice call to him, "Hey, buddy. I gotta light....here."

Shane looked behind him and saw a tall dark figure leaning against an old brick building. He almost didn't catch the lighter tossed to him from the man in the shadows. He wasn't expecting anyone to be be waiting in the shadows like a creepy mother fucker. He lit his cigarette and brought his hand back to toss it back. 

"Nah, you keep it buddy. I ain't needin' it anymore." He paused for a second. "Hey, are you's lookin' for a little show? I'se gots some women in here that like to show guys like you a good time."

"Uh, no thanks buddy. I'm just heading to the bar."

"But I gots some real hot women in here. Dressed up special for the holiday. My She-devil has the biggest titties you'd ever seen. An' my Angel gurl has the sweetest white blond pussy, you'd almost die jus' to see those legs open even a little bit."

Shane's mind began to swirl. It sounded like the dancers.

"C'mon buddy. Best thing you could do tonight is see my girls. They'z jus' waitin' for a stud like yerself. No tricks, jus' treats."

Shane took a step forward and stammered, "Uhh..."

"Fifty bucks. Worth every penny," creepy guy winked. 

What the hell, Shane made a ton of money on overtime this past week. This was a sure thing, the bar was not. He slid the folded bills into the beefy palm of the host, who then opened the door they were both standing in front of. He was shown a black door at the end of the hall. Shane slowly made his way down through the darkness. He paused at the door slightly, and pushed it open.

The room was small, the walls lined with dark red curtains. At least they were red to him, he couldn't tell for sure because the lights were emitting a red glow. One wall looked reflective, and he realized one of the curtains was behind a pexi-glass type of window. A metal folding chair with peeling paint was in the center of the room. He sat down and swallowed hard.

He heard the clicking of heavy boots getting closer. And then the curtain behind the window started parting slowly. He noticed the top of the curtain had a manicured hand moving the curtain to one side. When the curtain was fully opened, he saw her. She looked into his eyes, and she smiled a wicked smile. It was her. The dancer from the club. She used her hands to gather her long black hair, and she tossed it over her shoulder, cascading over her left breast. They were so round, so huge, such a perfect canvas for her large nipples. As she began to sway, she used her hands to start playing with her tits, pushing them up, together, pinching, and twisting, until they hardened up and turned into nubs.

Shane's cock was getting hard again. She-devil backed up and hoisted herself up onto a small but solid table. It had a satin sheet on it, and looked to have some pillows underneath it. He heard more footsteps as he and the She-devil locked eyes. It was the Angel. She walked in front of them both, did a little spin while holding her long blond locks in a pile on her head, revealing her beautiful pale and toned back and her little feather wings. She ended her teasing spin facing away from Shane, and let her curls bounce back down her back. She then reached up and then all the way down to the floor, revealing the folds of her gloriously pink pussy lips. She rocked her hips only twice, and got up to walk in front of her friend.

Shane unzipped his pants in record time. He didn't even notice how painfully hard he was until he had a chance to gather his bearings. His cock flung out of his shorts and he began to stroke himself. Angel knelt down in front of She-devil, pulled her red lace panties aside, and started licking her cunt. She-devil continued to push her tanned breasts together, her nubs sticking out so far he thought he might be able to suck on them from where he was sitting. Angel stood up and began doing what Shane desperately wanted to do himself. She started licking and sucking on those huge nipples. Her tiny hands looked even smaller trying to cup those massive breasts. They jiggled and bounced with her movements. Her tongue flickered over those juicy nipples over and over again. She-devil threw her head back and moaned, as Angel inserted two of her fingers inside She-devils wet cunt. Shane's cock was about to explode.

Angel and She-devil gave each other a knowing look. Then Angel walked over behind one of the curtains, out of Shane's sight. He heard a click and a creaking sound. 

"Please join us, won't you?" It came from Angel. 

Shane practically jumped out of his chair. He started trying to push the curtain away as fast as he could, but ended up getting tangled in the process. Angel giggled. She-devil just smirked as she got off the table. Shane finally found the door opening and was face to face with Angel. She grabbed his belt loop of his jeans hand and led him to the table. She propped him up against it and both she and her friend were kneeling in front of him.

"Oooh, he's thick," cooed Angel to She-devil, smiling.

"I want to suck your cock," pleaded Angel, looking up at him with hopeful eyes.

"I want to suck your cock, too," added she-devil, running her hands up his chest. 

How could this be happening? Two beautiful women were begging to suck his cock, right now, right here. 

"Abso-fucking-lutely," Shane grinned. His cock was touching his stomach, so he pushed it back down towards the two waiting mouths. It was so hard it hurt a little to push it away from his body. He he took a handful of hair in each hand, one blond, one brunette. 

Both girls both began to lick his genitals. Slowly at first, and then hungrily. Shane tilted his head back and groaned. "Holy fuck, yeah. That feels great."

Angel was licking his balls, sometimes taking them entirely into her mouth, while She-devil took the length of his shaft deep into her mouth, swirling her tongue around it. Shane's cock grew even harder. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever think he'd have two gorgeous girls sucking his cock.

"You taste good," exclaimed She-devil. She tried to get more pre-cum by concentrating on the hole on the tip of his penis.

Angel pushed Shane away from the table and laid herself down in front of him, spreading her legs wide. There, laid before him, was the incredible blonde pussy he was just fantasizing about a few hours ago, waiting for him to taste, explore, and fuck. He dove right in, licking, nibbling, running his tongue up and down the moist folds, over her clit, inside her pussy as far as his tongue could reach. It was all so delicious he thought be might cum then and there. He heard She-devil groaning. He looked up and saw that she had straddled Angel, and she was getting eaten out by her blonde friend.

"Fuck that's hot. You're fucking filthy girls, aren't you?" asked Shane.

"Umm hmmm. You have no idea." agreed She-devil. "Why don't you fuck her now?"

"Oh, yes please!" chimed Angel.

Shane rammed his throbbing dick deep into Angel's sopping wet cunt in one swift motion. She squealed in surprise. She had misread him. He pulled out and saw his shaft was covered in her juices. He began pumping furiously, watching his cock going in and out of that beautiful, sweet pussy. She-devil crawled on top of Angel on all fours, raising her ass into the air just inches away from Shane's face. He could feel her heat and see her glistening juice starting to run down her lips. She was hungry for some pussy action. Shane shoved his tongue inside her and eagerly devoured her gash, moving quickly and timing his tongue with what his cock was doing to Angel. Then he put two fingers past her folds and deep inside her pussy while he explored the tight button of her ass with his tongue, teasing at first, and then shoved his tongue in deep. He could feel her whole body shiver.

"Oh yes, play with my ass, FUCK yes" screamed She-devil. She was pushing back in rhythm. Shane pushed a finger inside her and backed up to get a good view of both girls. It didn't get any better than this, two wet and spread pussies that were all his.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to come" yelled Angel suddenly. Shane pumped faster and grabbed her little pointy tits, finding their centers and pinching them hard.

"OooHHH GOD, YES!" Angel screamed and bucked her whole body upwards. Shane kept pumping her, his cock was on fire. He felt her body shutter and then collapse under him, and he pulled his cock out. It was She-devils turn to get a stiff rod up her steaming cunt.

She-devil was well aware of this. She pushed him down on the table, and straddled his body. She slammed her dripping wet pussy down on his shaft, closing her eyes as she took his whole length. Shane groaned and grabbed those two giant beauties that bobbed in front of him. She-devil started pumping her body up and down, hard and fast. Shane let out an animal-like grunt and grabbed a giant, round tit in each hand. He squeezed them and felt their heaviness. He had a hard time keeping her nipples in between his fingers, she was bouncing so much, but he held on and pinched and grabbed. A moan escaped from her throat, and she leaned over and stuffed a hard brown nipple into his mouth. He hungrily accepted and gave it a bite. She gasped as he felt her pussy clench around his cock. He licked and sucked on her big tits, like a starving child, coming up for air only when absolutely necessary. Angel positioned herself behind them, and started to suck on his balls once more. Shane was not going to last much longer, She-devil had better cum soon. He started to finger her clit.




Peep Show



"Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck" she bounced up and down his cock.

"Come on, you horny slut," said Shane, desperate. "I want to hear you cum."

"Oh fuck!" was all she could say. She was incredibly close.

"Come on...you like riding my thick cock, don't you? Ride that cock, you horny slut!"

This was all too hot for Angel. Her clit was throbbing and needed relief. She straddled Shane's face and split her pussy lips open for his tongue. She wouldn't need much to cum, and she started grinding her pussy back and forth over his mouth. It was sensory overload. The smell and taste of Angel's almost bare pussy in his face, the hot, wet pussy of a big-titted brunette clenched around his cock, and the moans and cries of two gorgeous women was enough to make him finally release his load, and he screamed out a long, throaty cry at the first wave of pleasure. She-devil and Angel both bucked and came the very next instant. He felt She-devil's cum pouring down his thighs. Shane only had one other woman cum like this, and once he realized what was happening, and it made his next shot of cum shoot even deeper into her contracting pussy, and they both throbbed and shivered together. Angel's orgasm caused her to clench her thighs and push her pussy into his mouth. The vibrations of his groaning made Angel's clit throb with such intensity she screamed and threw her head back, panting as the waves subsided.

Their collective moaning turned into sighs. Loose limbs piled in a heap on the table. Juices were mixed and pooling along their skin and fabric. She-devil slowly lifted herself off Shane's spent cock. It fell out of her sticky cunt with a blob of his milky ejaculation. Shane used the edge of the fabric to wipe himself off, and got dressed. The two women thanked him, and hoped they would see him next Halloween.

"Next Halloween? You're not here again until then?" queried Shane.

"Can't. Sorry. Now you'll have to go...quickly." said She-devil, as she opened the door for him.

"But...a whole year? Why....?"

"Just the way it is. Please hurry, before he shows up." Angel was pushing on his back to speed him up.

"He? Who's He?"

"Just GO! MIKE!" Angel called over his shoulder. The host showed up.

"You's has to go buddy, fun's over for tonight." Shane was led outside and found himself back on the street. He was confused, and looked at his watch. It was almost 3:00 am. He walked along in a bit of a daze, the week's long hours and the marathon sexcapade was catching up with him. He came across the bar crowd gathered in the parking lot, the bar was closing in just a few minutes, and people were looking to continue the party. Kevin spotted Shane before he did. 

"Shane! Hey, man! What the hell happened to you? Where have you been?"

"Hey...shit, buddy. You won't believe what happened to me. I just got had my brains fucked out by two of the dancers from the club. There's this peep show in a building just a block or two from here back that way. It was fucking unreal!"

"What the fuck are you talking about? There's no peep show around here. Hasn't been for the past twenty years."

"What the fuck are YOU talking about? I just went there. And it was amazing."

"Uh, NO, you didn't. There used to be a place there until some lunatic started preaching about the sins of the flesh and started shooting up the place. He killed two of the women who worked there, and the door man, too I think. On Halloween night. The cops showed up, and he blew his own head off. The place has been empty ever since. In fact, I don't even think there is a ceiling or walls there anymore. I think it's just a shell of mortar and bricks."

"That's...that's impossible," stammered Shane. He was starting to wonder if someone slipped something into his last drink, and imagined the whole thing.

"Listen. Who's lived here his whole life? I was maybe ten years old when that happened. Old enough to remember it was completely fucked up. Are you trying to be a smart ass or what? What really happened? Did you spend all your money on a back room hooker or what? Don't worry, I won't judge, ha." 

Shane was more confused than ever. Kevin talked about the bar scene and his failed attempts at finding someone to take home. Shane half-listened, still thinking about the two women, and all three of their naked bodies, pumping and grinding as one.

The next day, Shane was still wondering what really happened the night before. He let out a snort when he opened up his empty carton of cigarettes. He pulled on his coat to get more. As he reached into his coat pocket to check for his keys, he found something solid in the right pocket. He pulled it out and stared at the lighter he borrowed from Mike, gracious host of the peep show. 



Peep Show



On that note, she jumps up with a look of astonishment upon her childish face. Either in disbelief at my words or the fact that she just wasted the seeds of my being on my Persian rug is beyond me. The dust mites will enjoy fighting something with a tail anyways, I do suppose. She runs around the flat and gathers her blouse, her skirt, the one shoe, and starts her scavenging for the other one. As I remain calm, I slowly push her towards the door, Cinderella’s shoe stays. “Get out, go buy another pair” as I flick another gold coin at her as she leaves with my “paint” still upon her cheek. I sit back down in my chair, pick up the newspaper smiling. The hat is now wearing me.

3 



I sat out on the balcony, looking out as the sun smoldered below the concrete gutter sky like a cigarette burn on a stained bed sheet as it gives way to a silly night sky. The face of god, I was staring at the face of god. Each star was the white head on each little flawed pimple just waiting to burst and fire brimstone puss down upon us all. Every zodiac was originated from people just playing connect the dots on his infected flesh. He was ready to kill us, and Lucifer worshiped us. I thought about the little damsel in distress, pondered over every contingency of her walk home, her mind racing a thousand painful degenerate thoughts. How she must have used the sidewalk sections as a perfect place to play hopscotch.

She went home and cried tears saltier than the semen that had crusted on her skin into a security pillow from her childhood. “How could I let him take my rotten cherry? I’m just like my mother, a whore! Another jizzed upon Jezebel. Why would a man act in such a fashion? Maybe because some people try to spread cancer because they love their tumors” And she gasped for she caught herself thinking in his very own terms. That same sick poetic passive-aggressive, decadent, snotty nonsense. My, how she has outgrown her spotlight, but she’ll never outrun her cliché. 

The first good fucking always becomes what you expect, what you want for the next time and the time after that. If it’s sweet and slow, romantic, you’ll enjoy making love in all of its sappy bitterness. But each time you want it longer, sweeter, more candles lit, and more scents in the air. If it’s bland, boring, and meaningless, well that too can even be addicting. If it’s degrading; only being degraded will get you off. Feeling like filth is the only thing to make you cum. But you’re going to want it harder, more and more disgusting. It’s just a small reminder that one person’s deformed scar, is loves pretty dimple to another. It is kind of Edgar Allen Poe-tic if you ask a chap like me. We guilt trip ourselves of course. Criminal, violent, and perverse, is not the pretty morning glory we were told we’d bloom into. We try to medicate our lunacy of degenerate actions with heavy doses of old fashioned, original recipe, family virtues, but its just make-up on a scab that’s been picked one too many times and you can’t hide it forever. Of course, make-up should only be used to enhance, not play hide and seek.

So she sat in her room, desolate, but not alone. The long talks with the figure in the mirror, that subservient twin, kept her company. Days past, and she could finally walk correctly again. She should’ve ignored the pain. She has an image to uphold, even if she thinks no one is watching, even if she doesn’t worry about cracks in the window blinds or peepholes in her walls. She re-enacted that night over and over in her head. Every day she set the stage, made her hands bleed from carrying the splintering props on and off stage, and every night she went into the dialogue, the drama, the foreshadowing, and his climax; all in the nooks and crannies of the mush in her soft caved head. At night she dreamed about it, envisioned it, touching herself and grinding her teeth simultaneously. She was searching for insanity, she was obsessing, and every time she thought about it, a lagoon-like aroma leapt from her legs. The human psyche will survive the tragedy, or the comedy depending on your perspective. 

Our minds may continue to disintegrate into an overload of meaninglessness but we just rebuild with abusement parks. Some think we become lost this way, I say we’re just adapting, evolving, finding our brush covered path. Many opiate-roads lead from the mind to the canvas of life. Who has the map to OZ? That is the real question. And what is a better opiate than the unmistakable sensation of pain in all of its prettiness and class? 

The moon went in cycles, night after night, in conjunction with her menstrual phases. When a full moon rose, her blood, her vaginal lining, curdled and cuddled down to find the lack of a cotton pillow in undergarments that were not there. That was all the activity, the rush, the motivation this platinum blonde needs to let her rivulets of hair down and venture out into the alleys like a stray dog digging for meat in dumpsters. 

Burlesque shows, swing clubs, clubs where white girls weren’t expected, but sure as hell couldn’t be banned from, were all ventured in the night. She went looking for someone to destroy the rest of the beauty left in her, to pretend they were restoring the quality to the Mona Lisa, but wiping off her eye brows instead. She looked under every carpet to find someone to stroke her and curse her with their middle finger. In the burlesque tents, she was looking to be a whore, in the jazz clubs; a nigger, and in the swing clubs to have her pussy-feast served on a silver platter with a champagne to wash it down, and dead rose pedals garnishing the sides. She wasn’t building towards equality any longer. She grew sick of math, always trying to obtain something that was not her through subtractions and auditions. She found what she was looking for; anyone with an orifice could these days.

A gentleman, or was he really that gentle?, clawed her permafrost back and moaned so every time the actions and sounds lined in conjunction it felt as if fingernails had been applied to a chalkboard. Another chained her to a floor and made a bare-skin rug of her. In a week, she sniffed every chemical combination on the elemental chart. She loved the brutality more than the class, her creator and his mutated Frankenstein. Rejecting pieces of his parenting skills like an unwilling victim receiving an organ transplant. She was spewing out half of the rib implanted deep within. 

But nothing could sate, nothing was good enough. Twenty instances didn’t capture the embryo of her rebirth. Every man and every woman that messed her up, and the animals that licked her clean, were all just feeding the pages to her philosophy being drafted in her head in the form of a self help book. All the people who passed through her gave her what she begged for. The icy cracks of belts across her back, the humiliation of licking boots to a fine polish, and the heartlessness of every orgasm, were all performed with perfection and few ever loosened their ties to do so. Not one sole trampling her soul could bring the level she craved, and it was raising a führer in her. Not one soggy, dragging lick across the bottoms of stocking covered feet could untie the knot of intestines trying to break free.

She caught me stalking, and I could see the sparkle in her eyes when she knew I was present at these night clubs, (not night sticks) watching. I knew this exhibitionism brought her further than before, and it was better than the radio programs on at the time. As long as I was the spectator, I felt more than being the actor filling the role. I watched as she hit her puberty, I was present when she matured. But eventually it all gave way to bore-domination, and I was done submitting.

I was a missionary and watching was not my career. The bile and vitriol has to run in other’s veins. She was the first of many and I searched to spread the bacteria in this estrogen-eration. But I always remembered the first blackened victorious victim. Her brain had been cleansed, some say washed, but its no matter. I demon-strated how to give passage and raise the draw bridge so her heart crawl into her knee and take heed that all knowledge lives through imagination, and imaginations fuel is the fluid from a cold and sterile fornication. It’s a medical diagnosis and practice to all should concur with. It all still clings to me in distorted flashbacks, like lip prints on my collar from a discreet encounter with prosthetic-substitute behind the back of a loyal wife who’s grown bland and worn, with dead fish for breasts and calluses where the soft satin flesh that was once used to grasp the snake of Eden. 

So the sun was picked up by its puppet strings, and there I sat feeding pigeons their cyanide rice. Her body was curled on the very same side walk that she hopscotch-ed down. The little lemming ran to the cliff searching for salvation and fell into industrial urban ruins. She was released, she was saved. It didn’t take Jehovah, but now I have become a god. And I’m thankful for the sacrifice she made. It was a delicately put condolence to my boring day, and it makes me smile that gloominati is the trick to make us click. The clock struck 12, the fairy god mother gave up, and I still have the shoe to remember her scent by.

That rabbit hat of chicanery that you fell into; the one that tried you on for size, it was your parasite, not mine. You’re the one who got turned on, you’re the one who didn’t adhere to the narrator’s advice. Apparently something turned you on or you wouldn’t have read this far. You, like me, are in love with your own disgust at the world. It was that little worm that squirms and glimmers in all of our guts. It’s a parasite that will consume us all. It consumed me; it gave her the release she needed. It tells us to not take anything seriously, it shows us how to find our nature again, and it shows us how to be comfortable in the pits of hell. It was the pastor and pedophile father in the congregation of your church, your holy temple of a cancer. 

We’re done wearing ribbons, holding hands, celebrating and concentrating on camps that train our kinder-gardens to sprout out "star-spangled" banter. We have dismantled the recess bell. It does not toll for anyone. Your political and moral organs had to be removed and we set them in formation, creating a metaphorical “question mark. We finished writing and declarating the Bill of Wrongs, and signed our names at its bottom by stroking our John Hand-cock. Don't bother trying to save the brainforest. Our pain is not ashamed to repeat itself. We brought darkest ages of Berlin, Paris, Madrid, and Milan to our hometowns, and now we never want to leave.

You no longer have to sing in the rain, you can sleep in it, for you were not spectators; you were part of the spectacle. We’ve found the only disease is the cure, the mercury, the lithium, bloodletting, penny royal tea, and circumcisions. Everything else is the last ounce of mother worship left on this planet; nature. We all can take a gaze of amazement of the pregnancies and births of our own impulses and cannibalize our thought-children in the way Saturn devoured his offspring. Our innate quirks that are beautified in the shadows of blood splattering on concrete is all we have left. 

Do you want to know how she died, how it came to be that children drew an outline of chalk around her body in pink, blue, and green pastels? Do you think her search for the pinnacle of a painful climax went too far? Or could she have been mugged? Raped? You envision it; my throat has become umbilical and I’m cutting the chord. Just remember to tie bricks to your shoes and walk down crowded streets kicking like Rockettes as you blow up and twist used rubbers into clown-made doggie shapes and you’ll be just fine.

Learn to leave your troubles at the door. Crash the ether, ruin television, and look good while doing it. Roll up dollar bills and suffocate presidents. This is not a costume party, this is a commercial for the apocalypse, a bit of a dead amusement park sign that one can see at night. Will it turn on? Or has it already turned on? Do you want it to? I think you know the answer, I told you that you’d water this dead flower. Tag you’re it, put on a sappy face as mime accordions hum in sadness and a monkey bangs his chimes, now it’s you’re turn to waltz to scum and base. .



Peep Shows



As Emily walked out of her bed room she found Tom standing there waiting for her in the hallway with a look of disappointment.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You're going dressed like that?" he replied.

"I see nothing wrong with what I'm wearing."

Emily was wearing a navy blue blouse with the top two buttons undone, a black skirt that went down to just below her knees, and black dress shoes. Along with how she did her hair and makeup, she looked like the way she always did whenever she went to work as a paralegal secretary. Tom on the other hand, although he was an actual lawyer and is usually seen wearing stylish suits to the office, is now dressed casual with dirty jeans, sneakers and a basket ball t-shirt.

"We're not going to work," said Tom. "So why are you dressed like that?"

"I'm a little nervous about all this, alright," she replied. "Being dressed like this makes me feel better. Wouldn't the whole thing go a lot smoother if I make myself more comfortable?"

"I guess you're right as always," he said with a big smile.

He walked up to Emily and put his arms around her. He looked deeply into her big blue eyes, realizing how lucky he was to have her, and kissed her gently on her full red lips.

"Thanks for doing this," he said.

"It's no problem you fulfilled my fantasy last week and now I should do the same for you."

They left the house and got into their car. Tom turned on the ignition and backed out of the driveway the drove away down the street. He looked at the car's clock and it read 3:42am, they would arrive downtown at Joe's S&M Adult Video Store in roughly thirty minutes.

Emily just sat their in silence looking straight out the window, reflecting back to six weeks earlier when all of this began. She was lying in bed reading a magazine while Tom was right next to her going over his notes of what to say for his final statements for his case the next day. Emily got to the part in her magazine about bringing the romance back into the relationships where it mentioned several tips on how to please her lover. There were a few things that she was willing to try but a few others that she would refuse to do; not because she was a prude, she enjoyed sex very much and would try anything once or twice, more if she enjoys it, but even she had her limits. She got to the part about being spontaneous in bed; it talked surprising her lover and catching him off guard with sex. She looked over at Tom, he was still writing on his notepad. She then looked down at what she was wearing; it was a blue nightdress that showed a fair amount of cleavage. She put her magazine on the nightstand next to her and then looked over at Tom. She grabbed the notepad from his hands and threw it across the room.

"What do you think you're doing?" he asked her in an assertive tone of voice.

Emily didn't say a word, she just looked at her husband and he saw the lust burning in her eyes and understood what she wanted. He grabbed her close and began making love to her.

The next morning they were in the kitchen eating breakfast, smiling and giving each other lurid looks.

"What got into you last night?" Tom asked.

"Oh, it was nothing really," she replied. "In the magazine I was reading last night, it talked about how you should be more spontaneous in bed and so I gave it a shot."

"And it worked perfectly," said Tom. "If you get any more ideas from your magazines just let me know."

Tom didn't think that Emily would take him seriously, but she had such a good time last night that later that evening she stopped by grocery store on her way back home and bought a few more magazines with articles about sex and relationships in them. She looked through them as she was making dinner and circled things that she thought she would enjoy doing with Tom.

Over the next two weeks she brought up things that they could do for each other sexually; erotic massages, eating food off each others bodies, role-playing in bed, trying new sexual positions and so on. Then Emily found an article about fulfilling sexual fantasies. There was a game that they could play were they would be in agreement to do three of each others sexual fantasies. They would do the first two of each others fantasies with the other having a say in whether or not he or she is comfortable with that fantasy and want to do it; but for the third of each others fantasy, the other person has to do it no matter how perverse it was. It was supposed to be based more on trust then with sex.

Emily talked about this with Tom later than night. He thought about it for a moment and then said yes. They talked about it and were both in agreement to do each other's third fantasy, no matter what it was or how uncomfortable the other person would be with it. And to make sure the other person would still go through with it, they decided to keep their third fantasies a secret until the others were done.

So over the next few weeks they fulfilled the first two their fantasies with each other. Tom's fantasies were simple enough; the first one he wanted a blowjob in a movie theatre, which Emily did only on the condition that it would be in the far back of the theatre. For his second fantasy he wanted to watch Emily have sex with another woman which she outright refused. He did what any lawyer would do and got her to agree on a settlement. She would make out with another woman in front of him and then gave him anal. She got a bisexual friend of hers to come over one night to do it in exchange for Emily to set her up on a date with another gay friend of hers.

For Emily's fantasies she had no argument with Tom about. The first one she wanted Tom to fuck her over his motorcycle while he wore his helmet. It was also one of Tom's fantasies but he didn't tell her that. The second fantasy that she wanted to do was a rape fantasy in which Tom was to pretend to break into their house, chase her upstairs to the bathroom, and force himself on her. She was really into the game and was really good at the screaming and begging him to stop. They had a safety word to use in case it got too rough for her, which she only used once to see if he would stop.

It was time for them to do their third fantasies which they had to automatically do with no questions asked. Emily went first and her fantasy was a mindblower for Tom. She wanted to go the cemetery where Tom's mother was buried and have sex on top of her grave. Tom's mother never liked Emily, she thought she was beneath him and always made sure she knew it. Emily always fantasized about having sex on her grave with her son as a final F.U. to her. They waited a few days for Tom to be comfortable with and prepare himself to desecrate his mother's burial site. So one evening they made a visit to his mother's grave, put some flowers next to the tombstone, said a few words, then took each others clothes and went straight to fucking each other on the grave. Near the end, Emily was on top of Tom riding him as hard as she can with her hands on the tombstone for balance.

"YOU SEE THIS BITCH!!" she yelled at the tombstone. "YOU SEE WHAT I'M DOING TO YOUR SON ON YOUR GRAVE YOU HEARTLESS CUNT!!"

When they got home they both took showers to wash off the dirt from the grave and then went to bed. There, Tom told Emily his final fantasy, which even though wasn't as bad as desecrating someone's final resting place, she still felt uncomfortable with. But she realized that if Tom was willing to insult his mother's memory, then she owed him this.

So that's where they are now, at 4:15am, downtown on Taylor Street, where all the major strip joints, porno theaters, and adult video stores are located in town. They parked their car in a 24 hour parking garage, and went across the street to Joe's S&M Adult Video Store, also a 24 hour business. Inside there were several isles of shelves with adult videos and DVD's. There were a few strange looking men lurking about looking at the pictures of the video boxes. When they saw Emily they gave her lurid looks that made her grab Tom's arm for protection.

"It's alright," Tom said to reassure her. "They're just harmless perverts."

They went to the main counter where a fat guy was reading a book. Emily felt relieved when she saw that he was reading Moby Dick, but then saw that the title of the book was actually Moby's Dick.

"Excuse me," said Tom. "Where's the peep show room?"

The fat store clerk looked up at him and pointed to the far back to the entrance with a large sign above it that said Peep Shows. Tom and Emily walked all the way the back walking past the perverts who were still giving Emily uncomfortable stares. They entered the doorway and walked down a hallway with several rooms blocked by curtains, each one showing a peep show. There were lights on top of each door to signal that the room was occupied.

They went down to the farthest room and entered it. It was a small room, no more than 6 by 6 feet, with a chair sitting in the middle of the room. There was a window that was covered by a window from the other side and a slot machine that takes in money. A sign next to that slot machine read how much money was how long for each show. Emily made turned on the switch to turn on the occupied light, she even looked outside to make sure it was on, she then made sure that curtain to block the room completely covered the doorway so no one would try to peek. Tom put in $50 in the slot to give them a thirty minute show and sat down in the chair with Emily on his lap. The curtain from the other side of the window opened and there stood a young woman with short blonde hair, wearing a black leather bikini with matching gloves and boots. She had a large chest with a tattoo of a heart with a dagger going through it on her left tit.

The girl started dancing for them around a pole without taking her clothes off, not that she needed to make any man happy. She made a lot of provocative movements and touching herself, especially her pussy. To Emily's surprise Tom started to unbutton her blouse and opened it. She was wearing a red lacy bra that pushed up her 38D tits that Tom adored so much.

"Keep watching the girl," he told her.

She did as he told her as he began kissing her breasts. The blonde girl looked straight at Emily and gave her a huge wink, which made Emily realize that the girl could actually see them. She wanted to say something to Tom but realized that he probably wouldn't care. Tom pulled down the cups of Emily's bra to expose her tits. This made Emily's heart race faster, she kept looking at the girl who now appeared to be giggling from what she was seeing. Tom put his mouth to one of Emily's nipples and began sucking on it. She helped by holding his head to her breast like a baby, she was beginning to enjoy herself as she smiled back at the dancing girl.

"No get down on your knees," Tom ordered her.

Emily was finally beginning to feel at ease with the whole situation and did as she was told without any hesitation. She unzipped his pants and pulled them down just enough to reach in and pull out his 8 inch hard penis. When the dancing girl saw this she began licking her lips and looking at Tom's cock with great temptation. Emily began stroking Tom's cock, she has done this for him hundreds of times before but she had never felt it as hard and rigid as it was now. She then brought her lips to the tip of the cock and slowly took it all into her mouth. Tom grabbed a chunk of Emily's long black hair and guided her head up and down; her lips were firmly wrapped around his shaft, she wiggled her tongue around it from the inside each time it was pumped into her mouth and the small vibrations from her moans only helped to increase the sensation that he was feeling. Tom looked up to the dancing girl; she took her top off and was now massaging her large tits, bringing one of them up to her mouth as she licked her own nipple.

Emily pulled herself out from between Tom's legs. She made him take off his shirt as she took off the rest of her blouse and removed the bra. She started kissing Tom's stomach, moving up to his chest, and as she moved to his neck she allowed her breasts to slide up against his chest. She started kissing his mouth with great passion, their tongues felt like they were tied in a knot. Tom began to nibble on her neck as he reached under Emily's skirt and pull down her red laced panties and let it fall to the ground. Emily turned around to look at the dancing blonde girl who was no longer dancing but on her knees with her hand down her panties playing with herself. Emily turned back to Tom and kissed him again.

She lifted up her skirt and positioned her pussy above Tom's throbbing cock and slowly moved herself downward allowing the cock to move straight up into her pussy. She never felt it so hard inside her like that before, it was like having an iron rod being shoved into her. Tom put his hands on Emily's ass as she began grinding herself on top of him. He guided her to go faster in a gyrating motion. He was amazed by how warm and wet her pussy was feeling, her juices were dripping down to his balls. He looked over at the dancer; she was still playing with herself. He looked back at Emily, her eyes were rolled back to her head and she was breathing heavily. Her tits were jiggling wildly and occasionally hitting in the face. She was starting to moan, loud enough for other people in the porno shop to hear. He smacked her on the ass and ordered her to shut up and she did.

She wrapped her arms around Tom and pulled her close to him as her orgasm caused a wave of ecstasy flushed throughout her body. As this happened, Tom felt her pussy tighten up around his cock, he held on for as long as he can but could no longer control himself as he let a geyser of his warm white cum fire straight into Emily's body. He kept fucking her for another two minutes before his dick lost all of its erection and went limp. They took a few minutes to relax in each others arms and catch their breaths. They both looked at the window, the girl was gone, and the curtain on the other side was closed.

They got off the chair and got dressed. Tom helped Emily fix up her hair and they both walked out of the room. They went down the hallway to the video store part of the building, going past the same group of perverts that they saw earlier who are still giving Emily those strange looks. She just looked back at them and blew them a kiss; the perverts dropped their jaws when she did that, one of them looked like he was about to keel over. They both walked out the store, to the parking garage, got in their car and drove back home.