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Burlesque

By: Dundonnel



It wasn't long after our sojourn in the hills that we got invited to our first formal social event together. Fortunately, it was nothing to do with work. Vicki had joined a local climbing club when she'd become single and along with that came a social scene. She'd become hooked on the outdoor pursuits through myself and Jim and had been determined to get better at it. She was now a pretty competent climber and this side of her life was one I'd had very little to do with. I wasn't keen on the idea. She'd shared with me before the type of people she'd met through the club and they didn't sound that interesting, a mixture of young girls and middle aged, beardy blokes. However, when she'd mentioned the theme of the evening and what she planned to wear I changed my mind somewhat.

It was to be a burlesque night. I jokingly suggested they should have just gone with a 'vicars and tarts' party and have done with it but she was insistent this would be a much classier affair. More to the point we had spoken before about how Dita von Tese looked and I was very grateful to her for putting me onto Dita's delightful website which we'd shared together one evening at either end of an email connection. Tonight she would be wearing a genuine Dita outfit. A black lacy corset, very see through, with matching full arm length gloves. A full suspender belt and stockings, and matching knickers. Black high heels with a huge feather boa and headdress. Over the top of this she had a faux fur coat and a simple, black sheer shirt with buttons up the front which she would wear over the top of the outfit to give herself a little more confidence.

Since splitting with Dan her confidence had gone through a bit of a revolution and her strength of character was increasingly shinning through. No one could have suffered the abuse she had and come through it as successfully as she had without immense strength of character. I knew this better than most and knew she was not the retiring violet others mistook her for, far from it. However, a shared bottle of champagne before we left was part of my plan to support her with the evening. For my part I felt a bit of a fraud. My outfit was simply a hired top hat and tail suit with bow tie and waistcoat. I managed to find a black cape with a scarlet lining but still felt more like a theatrical villain than a gentleman out for an evening's 'entertainment' at the theatre. Nevertheless, Vicki loved it, especially the braces, which were a crucial part of the get up and helped to hold up the rather baggy trousers. However, as she pointed out, this left plenty of room for her to put her hands down there and I was rather hoping she would.

We were a little late arriving and by the time we walked in most of the others were already there. The venue was the home of one of the middle aged beardy blokes, Tony, and it was a large modern house with an open plan lounge, diner and kitchen all running into each other in an L shape around the side of the house to the back. There was an open coal fire in the lounge area but the lighting was hardly subdued and I was able to scan the room pretty quickly. There must have been about 30 people present and the gender split seemed to be about 50:50, which was a relief. Straightaway, I could see a group of younger girls who presumably were the ones Vicki always referred to as friends. They were sat around the fire and I was definitely getting the visual once over. 

As soon as we'd been given drinks Vicki whisked me off round the room introducing me to everyone, including the group of smiling friends and I immediately forgot all the names of everyone in the room. It was really good to see the admiring glances and jaw dropping looks Vicki was getting from just about all the men in the room. There was no doubt she looked hot and as soon as the fur coat came off you could see them trying to peer through the sheer chemise to see what lay beneath. The thing about outdoor people was they were usually clad in fleece and Gore-Tex, neither of which was conducive to flattering a gorgeous figure. Even the girls were keen to discuss the outfit and I spoke to Tony as Vicki went off to discuss feather boas versus fans. 

"So you're the lucky fella who snared our Vicki then?"

"I guess so. Although, in fairness we've known each other for ages. I think I may have had something to do with her joining your club actually."

"Yes, she said."

"Great idea for a party by the way." I surveyed the room and took in the amount of ample cleavage on display. "Vicki said it was a typical bloke idea, but I guess that makes me a typical bloke."

"Yes, me too, but it wasn't my idea. It was young Darren's over there." He pointed to the kitchen area where a guy I hadn't spotted before was holding court with 2 middle aged ladies. I was amazed I hadn't noticed him until now since he was wearing a pair of leather lederhosen and the tightest lycra vest I had ever seen. His muscular frame was clearly used to long workouts in the gym and there was plenty of tactile admiration and attention from his audience.

"He's a student still," added Tony, "but I believe he does 'Stripograms' on the side to earn some extra money."

"That figures," I replied, raising my eyebrows.

"Your lass looks stunning in that getup by the way."

"Yes she does." My eyes returned to the group of girls by the fire and I noticed they'd been joined by another. She was shorter than Vicki and extremely pretty. Short dark hair and beautifully defined features which had the air of the Mediterranean about them. She was wearing a white basque which was so tight her pert breasts were almost squeezed clean out of the top. A lacy white suspender belt was holding up white fishnet stockings and the high cut knickers accentuated her dark skin and shapely legs. As with most of the other girls, a sense of caution had encouraged her to bring a feather scarf and lacy shawl but as the drink flowed these crutches were becoming less critical to their confidence.

"Who's that?" I asked Tony.

"Aaah. That's Isabelle," replied Tony. "I daresay Vicki will introduce you shortly. That pair have become quite inseparable at the club."

Indeed, Vicki had mentioned Izzy on several occasions. In fact her first mention had been along the lines of, I've made a new friend and you'd certainly like her. She was right, I did. As soon as she'd entered the room there was a perceptible change to the atmosphere. She turned heads and most of the men were now enjoying the view of both Vicki and Izzy in the firelight. Not only that but one of the first things Izzy had done was to turn off the rather bright lighting in the main lounge area and the result was much more flattering to all concerned. She was now engaged in an energetic conversation with Vicki which was clearly to do with their outfits. There was a great deal of touching and adjusting going on but from my point of view it was difficult to improve on.

The evening progressed slowly with little of note apart from the consumption of more alcohol. I'd decided to drive so I was able to watch with interest the various stages of drunkenness developing around me. Vicki was certainly warming up nicely and whilst she was sitting on my lap I slowly undid the buttons on her chemise and admired the view more clearly. She obviously didn't mind at all because as I undid the buttons and opened up the shirt her hand slid inside my baggy trousers and gave me a squeeze on my boxer shorts. I twitched and swelled instantly and she smiled contentedly as I kissed her now exposed chest, just below her throat. Her intake of breath made her chest heave within the tight restriction of her corset and I kissed her on the exposed swelling of her right breast, admiring her perfect cleavage. She squirmed slightly with embarrassment but squeezed me harder nonetheless and I could see her smiling as she scanned the room to see if anyone was watching.

At that moment most people were watching some of the girls assembling in the lounge area and I was aware that the music had been changed to a sultry jazz tune. The girls were all giggling and emboldened by the drink they were preparing a little dance routine. I had to be honest there was a lot more laughing taking place than serious choreography but they were trying to move to the music and present a kind of strip routine. With much flailing of feather boas and fans they did their best to excite the audience but truth be told there was a fair degree of laughter going on there too. Everyone was whooping and cheering and there was certainly some flesh on display. Two of the girls had very large tits and they were inexplicably crammed into some very tight lingerie. None of the dancers were as attractive as Vicki and Izzy but all the men, including me were, were nevertheless enjoying the show. The dancing girls and Vicki still caressing my cock were making the evening far more interesting. However, it soon became clear that the lingerie itself was the limit for these strip artists and the performance began to wane when they'd run out of accessories to discard.

What happened next came as no surprise to me as I'd watched Darren eyeing up the floor with eager anticipation as the girls finished their routine. He quickly strode to the centre of the room and the music was changed to a much more up tempo number. With the confidence of a seasoned professional he began to dance. I had to admit he was good and I'm always slightly envious of those men who cannot just dance better than me but can really dance properly. The whooping and cheering started again but this time we were watching a natural performer and Darren was milking the crowd for all he was worth. What little he had on was soon being removed and his toned body was definitely exciting the ladies. Some were now getting up and dancing with him, stroking his chest and legs as if it was a hen party.

I think even Vicki would have liked to join in because her hands in my shorts began to work even more feverishly on my cock and as Darren was eventually reduced to a minute G-string the cries for more were resounding round the room. I actually think he was tempted to take it all off and there was certainly enough encouragement for him to do so but at that moment the track ended and the music changed and the opportunity was lost. Darren gathered his clothes and retired to dress himself but I observed a couple of fans going with him still trying to persuade him to carry on.

What happened next, however, was definitely not expected. I hadn't noticed that whilst Darren had been dancing the rest of the lights had been dimmed and the room was lit really only by the fire now and a dull glow from the kitchen area. Izzy came over and taking Vicki's hand she led her to the front and at first I simply thought they were going to have a private chat. Seconds later I realised they were going to dance and my senses immediately sharpened.

To begin with there wasn't a lot of interest. The music was pretty slow and quiet and I'm not sure many in the room even noticed the 2 girls begin to sway rhythmically in front of the fire. They were both drunk but neither had lost their coordination or showed it in their movements and gradually the men certainly began to stare. I've no doubt this had been Izzy's plan all along. In fact she must have waited until all attention was focussed on them until the real dance began.

There was no cheering or whooping now, the mood was softer and quieter but the attention and anticipation was intense. They moved together at first with neither taking any lead. Face to face with arms on each other's shoulders the audience was being treated to fine views of both arses as they rotated together. However, when Izzy was sure of the room's attention she moved to dance behind Vicki and instead presented us with a front view of my girlfriend. Vicki had her eyes closed as she continued to move slowly to the music, bending each knee in turn and gently swaying her arms back and forth. She looked stunning in the corset which pinched in so sharply at her waist I could almost get my hands completely round her. Her full breasts were beautifully pushed up and presented for all to see with a very impressive cleavage. The high cut knickers, suspender belt and stockings merely added to the ensemble and when Izzy slipped the shirt from Vicki's shoulders and whipped it away in a flash I could almost hear the intake of breath in the room. She was now exposed in a way she hadn't been all evening and in a way I thought she never would but her eyes remained closed almost as if she was oblivious.

Izzy continued to match her moves behind and with her hands loosely resting on Vicki's now bare shoulders. However, her next move really alerted me to something more dramatic going on. She delicately slid her hands down the gloved length of Vicki's arms and, taking hold of her hands, raised them above her head so that she was now dancing with her arms in the air. Immediately Vicki's wonderful chest rose in the corset and, if it was possible, yet more cleavage was on show. I was mesmerised and just aware that occasionally others in the room were checking my face to see if there was any reaction to what was going on. I have to say the only part of me capable of moving was stirring in my trousers.

Vicki was now dancing like a snake charmers cobra, swaying left and then right, her arms and hands snaking in opposite directions to her hips and legs. She still had her eyes closed and Izzy now ran her hands up and down the length of Vicki's sides from her hands to her hips. It was as if she was the charmer, controlling Vicki's dance with her tune. As Vicki swayed Izzy began to role back one of her long black gloves and as she reached her hand she pulled it off and threw it to me. I caught it instinctively and waited for the second to arrive, which it duly did about 60 seconds later. 

The tension in the air was palpable and I was seeing my not so shrinking violet in a whole new and exciting way. My only question was how far would this go before the spell was broken. Izzy once more ran her hands and fingers down the length of Vicki's now exposed arms and at her shoulders she lingered around the nape of her neck before circling around under her armpits and then tracing the lines of her collar bones with her fingertips. The movements were so delicate I almost missed her lower her hands to trace the upper swellings of Vicki's breasts before once again moving down her sides to fasten on her hips. This time she pulled Vicki backwards into her so that the girls were in perfect time with each other, Vicki's round arse pressed into and rubbing against Izzy. I had forgotten to breathe and gulped air noisily as Izzy's hands moved back up Vicki's body but this time in a firmer fashion, stroking the material of the corset and pressing so that when she reached Vicki's tits she nearly pushed them out of the top of the corset. She might have done so had it not been such a tight fit and instead she gave a very deliberate squeeze before passing on up again to her hands. I saw Vicki's mouth open just slightly as she did so and then close again.

I was so turned on it was just impossible to think straight and I'm pretty certain everyone else was feeling the same because the room was silent. Izzy's hands wandered downwards once more and began to unhook the numerous catches of the corset, starting at the top. I was certain she would be stopped but no one, least of all Vicki seemed about to do it. Eventually, she reached the bottom. Already the cups at the top had started to fall away from my girlfriend's body and her breasts were becoming increasingly visible. In the full knowledge of her teasing routine Izzy paused and held the cups firmly over Vicki's tits herself for what seemed like ages, occasionally squeezing the ripe breasts. But then she drew the corset away and there they were for everyone to see, pert and luscious, displayed to their full effect with Vicki's arms still in the air. I knew I had a problem resisting them and it appeared Izzy did too because she then lavished several minutes of attention on them, cupping and squeezing, delicately tracing around them and then pinching the nipples until they were hard and erect.

I really couldn't believe this was happening and just when I thought it couldn't get any better Izzy moved to stand in front of Vicki and taking her hands she was obviously encouraging my girlfriend to repeat the performance on her. Vicki's eyes opened slowly but she continued to dance and with little hesitation she also undid the hooks on the back of Izzy's basque. It was tight and she fumbled slightly with the final few. She also had the problem of the stockings attached to the bottom and these had to be carefully released, but after what seemed like an age, she too exposed Izzy's fantastic body to the room. The 2 girls were now completely topless and I really thought that would have to be it but Vicki followed Izzy's lead and began to trace her hands all over Izzy's body. Her breasts were not as full as Vicki's but they were well defined on her slim frame and very firm. Vicki's hands were softer in their touch than Izzy's had been but she still explored to the music before they again changed places with a slow spin.

I couldn't see where they could go from here and to tell the truth I just wanted to get Vicki out of there now, not because I wasn't enjoying it but because I badly wanted to fuck her. My cock was painfully swollen in my boxer shorts. This was the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed but then Izzy's hands were on Vicki again. She traced the length of Vicki's body but this time they came to rest on her hips. As before she pulled Vicki into her and began to grind slowly into her round arse. Vicki bent slightly in the middle, leaning forward and rubbing her cheeks into Izzy who stood tall and continued to pull her firmly into her groin. I watched as Vicki leaned further and her breasts fell forward, swaying and wobbling beautifully with the thrusts that Izzy was now making. The movements were still rhythmic and timed to the music but there was more energy to the performance now and I noticed that one of Izzy's hands had crept around to the front of Vicki's knickers. Her right hand maintained its firm grasp of her hip but the left was now rubbing her mound and because Vicki was slightly taller she'd opened her legs slightly to match Izzy's height. This made it easier for Izzy now to push her middle finger down over Vicki's knickers to rub between her legs. 

One or two people I think had left the room, whether out of embarrassment or disapproval or because they wanted to do something themselves, I didn't know but I remained watching, powerless to intervene. The performance seemed to have a hold on everyone, not just the 2 girls. For minutes the rubbing and grinding went on and then I watched as Izzy slid her hand delicately inside Vicki's black lacy knickers. They were pretty see-through and I could see her using her slender middle finger, sliding up and down. Vicki's mouth was now wide open and she was staring at me intently. She was bent almost parallel to the floor, her breasts hanging beneath her and nipples hard, still pushing her juicy arse cheeks into Izzy who was fingering and stroking Vicki's pussy with real intent. I could tell her breathing was becoming a pant because I could see her chest moving and her mouth almost gasping but then the music stopped.

I'm not sure if this was deliberate or it really was the end of the CD but the pause was so long that the spell was broken. Izzy couldn't easily continue, Vicki had stopped moving and there were faint murmurs from around the room. It was as if she had suddenly come round from a period of unconsciousness and had realised her own nakedness. She quickly reached down and picked up her corset and returned to me, clutching it to her chest. Izzy remained motionless for a second longer before gathering up her basque and exiting the room just a little too quickly. I sensed my chance and without a word or a glance I took her hand and led her away. I had left our coats in the hallway and I wrapped Vicki up in her fur and took her straight out to the car. Her doubts about what I must be thinking were written all over her face but the moment we were seated and the engine was running I leaned over and kissed her passionately. Never had she looked so sexy and never had I wanted anyone so badly.


Burlesque



I drove out of the driveway and along the road. As soon as we were moving I reached over with my left hand and roughly opened up her coat so that I could squeeze her tits. She quickly realised I wasn't angry or upset and reached for my trousers where the stiffest hard on was waiting for her. Courtesy of the automatic transmission I was able to drive 1 handed and fondle her at the same time. I learnt straightaway that I wasn't the only one massively turned on by the evening's events as Vicki had my cock out of my trousers in seconds and was expertly wanking me off as we drove home. She surprised me again by slipping out of her seat belt and taking me deep in her mouth and I gasped audibly at the pleasant shock.

I wasn't driving particularly quickly and I couldn't decide whether I wanted to rush to get back and shag her or take my time and enjoy the ride. We were driving down a fairly busy road, crossing town and my girlfriend was practically naked next to me, lying in my lap, sucking my cock. There were people on the pavements and in cars alongside. I was so turned on it wasn't going to take much for her to bring a premature end to proceedings. I needed to slow her down. The more she leaned over me the easier it was for me to reach her and so I slid my hand quickly between her legs. Immediately she opened her thighs, encouraging me to explore between them and I could feel the moist patch on her knickers. My finger moved easily under the thin material and slid easily over her lips and round her pussy. It had the desired effect as she groaned and slowed her work on my dick, focussing instead on pushing against my finger. I knew just where to rub her clitoris and I began to work it with the tip of my finger, very softly at first but with an ever increasing sense of urgency. She squirmed and writhed in the seat but I kept the pressure up and it didn't take long before she started to tense in anticipation of the inevitable orgasm. As it approached she stopped working on my cock and instead panted quickly with a faint whimper.

At the final set of traffic lights before home we pulled up alongside a bus. From the view point above my car I'm pretty certain anyone in an offside window seat would have a pretty fantastic view of the action taking place in my car, not to mention Vicki with precious little on, about to come with a loud shriek and a fluttering spasm I could feel through my fingers.

As soon as we pulled onto the drive I stopped the engine and kissed her once more. I didn't bother to zip up my trousers, instead I was out of the door and round to hers in a flash. She grabbed the coat and we ran to the front door. This was not the time for niceties and as soon as the door was open I urged her inside and snatched the coat from her and tossed it onto the stairs in front of us. I span her round and sat her on the second step, kicked the door backwards with my heel and slipped easily out of the oversize trousers simply by unclipping the braces. My prick was already poking out of my boxer flies and I almost fell on her, on the stairs, roughly pulling aside her knickers to penetrate her as the door lock banged against the frame and slowly fell open again.

I slipped inside her so easily and we both gasped simultaneously. I paused for a second or two, savouring the feeling of finally being inside that dripping wet pussy, but with a firm grip on my arse she pulled me in still further and rose up with her hips to thrust herself towards me. I lent down and took as much of her left breast into my mouth as I could, sucking firmly on her tit and returning the thrust, shoving her back onto the stairs. I continued to run my tongue over her bullet hard nipple whilst I ground my cock into her and kept her pinned to stair. She was cushioned by her fur coat and I was surprised at how effective this position was at just putting pressure on her clit at the right angle. I could tell that she wouldn't last long like this and sure enough her grip on my arse cheeks tightened further until I could feel her nails digging into me. I continued to grind into her rather than thrust and she came violently once more, squealing with pleasure as she did so. 

I stood up and undid my shirt as quickly as I could, looking down on Vicki lying on the stairs. She was clearly catching her breath, naked apart from the suspender belt, knickers and stockings. Now naked myself, I ignored the wide open door to the street and held out my hand, pulling her upright. After a short kiss I span her round and eased her gently forward until she rested her hands on the 4th step of the stairway. She realised what was required and bent over beautifully, displaying her fantastic round arse cheeks to me. I playfully slapped them a couple of times and we both laughed before I once again pulled her now dishevelled knickers to one side and entered her from behind.

She revelled in this position and wriggled provocatively into me as she had done earlier with Izzy. However, this time I was inside her and the results were far more dramatic. I always loved the way her tits hung beneath her in this position and I peered around her to catch a glimpse of them swaying and jiggling to our movements. This always turned me on and I could never resist reaching beneath her to play with them. I cupped them and squeezed them. I even slapped them a few times and allowed them to slap into my hands as we thrust forward and back but ultimately I knew what she enjoyed more and that was a few sharp smacks on her buttocks before fingering her clitoris as we fucked. There were loud audible slaps as I banged into her arse and we fucked ever more energetically. I had my back to the door and it was late but I'd no idea how public this was. I hadn't put any lights on but the street outside was well lit and cold air was streaming in along with a sodium glow from the street lamps.

Finally, I slid my hand around to the gusset of her knickers and my fingers sought out the magic spot. I had quickly learnt how best to bring Vicki off and 4 or 5 times in a session was not unusual. With deft flicks from my middle finger I brought her again to orgasm, squeezing her left breast with my left hand as I lent on her back and played with her clit with my right.

I knew I wasn't going to be able to hang on much longer and quite frankly, I really didn't want to. My favourite view was always to have her sat on me or in front of me so I now sat on the stair and Vicki knelt on her coat, a step or two beneath me. Easing herself forward she lowered herself onto me and, sitting astride my legs, she took the initiative, bouncing up and own on my shaft. At first I just sat there, as relaxed as possible, taking in the sight of her bouncing breasts and beautiful face, grinning at me as she rode me. I couldn't stand that for long though and soon I had to take her by the hips and slow her down to prolong a little the moment of ecstasy. I could still administer the odd smack to her backside from this position and I could also take hold of her knickers and pull them up from behind. I knew this would often apply extra pressure to her clit if I could get the position right and she responded almost immediately by changing the nature of her work to maximise the pleasure on her pussy. 

With her knickers firmly gripped and twisted in my left hand I played enthusiastically with her tits with my right. I had always thought they were perfect and at moments like these I could have come just from playing with them alone almost. I squeezed them and sucked hard on them before taking a nipple between my teeth and flicking it repeatedly with my tongue. I decided then and there that tonight I was going to come with her breast in my mouth and I tightened my grip further on her knickers. I knew I had to grind her onto me in this position to achieve the desired result and I was really quite impatient now. My thrusts became increasingly desperate and fortunately she picked up on my plight. Still in control, she shifted her position once more and guided me towards the point where we would both come. The tension built and I almost lost my grip on her breast but with an ever increasing shudder I felt her orgasm arrive and with that I let go my resistance. The explosion of pleasure and relief was so intense I couldn't speak or move for several seconds and simply clung to her, waiting for my breathing to come under better control.

Reluctantly, she raised herself off me and we shared a short embrace before she scuttled up stairs to clean up. I surveyed the loose clothes strewn about the entrance and the wide open door to the street. It had been very public and extremely intense evening and as I closed the door I wondered what theme the next social event might take.



Burlesque 2001



A few years back, a guy who owned a really nice gentlemen's club, saw my show (I am a stand-up comedian) and asked if I would do some time for a special burlesque show he was setting up. I decided to do it and got together all my dirtiest material for the big night. I get up in front of this all male audience and after a couple of minutes of "what the hell is this" they got into it. What really turned them around was how all the dancers came in the room and were laughing their asses off.

I went up a couple more times that night and talked to some of the people in the club, after I got off stage. One of the dancers that I talked to had a great mix of intelligence and feistiness. She invited me back to her apartment and I said I would be glad to accompany her. She said we should take her car and Adrianna (her name) tossed me the keys and said to drive, while she gave me directions 

While I was driving down the street she told me to, Adrianna started lifting up her skirt and rubbing her panties with a couple of her fingers. She told me that she was really turned on by me and hadn't been with a "boy" for over a year because she had been exclusively seeing one of the other dancers at the club. She then began to pull her panties to the side and rub her completely naked slit. I had seen her breasts and butt while she danced, but had not seen this part, as it was the law for the dancers to wear a g-string. Adrianna was a very nicely proportioned, wild-maned brunette, with 36C milky white breasts, an equally white and meaty round ass, with the rest of her accentuated with a rich, dark tan. Let me say her greatest physical characteristic was two very penetrating green eyes.

I am at this time, barely managing to drive, with a large hard-on. She says that we are almost there, but she is too horny to wait. I tell her to take the other hand which was not rubbing her clit and put a couple of fingers in her wet snatch to take care of things, until I can solve her dilemma. She smiles and does what I say, plunging her fingers in her hot pussy.

We pull up to her condo and she gets out of the car, wearing only her birthday suit, as she had decided to completely disrobe in the car, after we parked. I followed her lead and took off all my clothes, exposing my six feet, 200 pound frame of muscle to the world. Adrianna commented that "I looked even better than she expected and couldn't wait to grab my bubble butt and plunge my big cock inside her." No one saw us outside, but it felt very sexy walking with her in the buff, out in the warm summer night. We walk in to her condo, only for me to discover, that there was a female sitting on the couch in a thong and tight tank top. 

Adrianna said "I had no idea Jennifer, that you would still be up. This is Steve. He is the comedian they had at the club tonight. Steve, this is Jennifer, she is my roommate. She is a nurse at the hospital" I am standing there with a raging hard-on and Jennifer is sitting there not batting an eye. Jennifer had curly blonde hair and a well-toned body, with very muscular legs. Her breasts were 34C with small, but very long nipples. Her shoulders and nose were scattered with light brown freckles, which looked really sexy with her almond colored eyes. Jennifer's most beautiful part was a set of pouty lips that many models would kill for.

Jennifer said she was glad to see that Adrianna had started seeing men again. Adrianna tells her that she felt the desire and since Angie (her stripper girlfriend) wasn't working tonight, she thought she would go for it. Then Adrianna grabs my cock and starts jacking it in her hand, while talking to Jennifer about how fun it is going to be to sit on this cock. She says she would be glad to share, (I about ready to burst at this thought) but Jennifer says "Adrianna, you know I like to be one on one with my men and as cute as you are (she says to me), I don't trust what Adrianna would do if we were sharing you. Now I am going to bed. The living room is yours. Have fun."

Adrianna continues to stroke my cock, while we both watch Jennifer's thonged ass jiggle its way back to her room. Adrianna pulls me over to the couch and says that she and Jennifer are great friends, but her roommate only likes men. She said she once got it on with Jennifer and they both came a couple of times, but Jennifer felt weird about it and wanted it to end there, which it had. I said that was cool because I was completely into being with you. We started kissing passionately and I went down on her and sucked on her clit, while twirling my tongue around it, which gave her the first orgasm of the night. 

Adrianna said she had to have my cock inside her. I asked her if she had a condom and she said she didn't because she hadn't had a need in quite awhile. I told her that I hadn't come prepared, either. She said that Jennifer probably did and that I should knock on her door, because if she did the knocking, Jennifer would probably tell her to go away. So I get up to go to Jennifer's room.

I knock on the door and tell her that I needed to ask a favor. Jennifer tells me to come in and when I walk into the door, I see Jennifer naked, sprawled out on her bed, rubbing her pussy with a small white vibrator. I tell her that she looks completely hot and she said that she was imagining me fucking her, while she was masturbating. I tell her about the condom problem and she says she can help me. She gets up and reaches into her dresser drawer, pulling out a condom package. Jennifer walks over to me and says she will be glad to help me with it, as they can be tricky to put on. She gets down on her knees and takes my whole cock in her mouth, slowly letting it back out of her mouth. She says the condom should slide on nicely and pulls the condom out and grabs my cock with one hand pulling the skin tightly against my belly, while sliding the condom on with her other hand. She then stands up and gives me a deep kiss and squeezes my chest and butt. Jennifer then tells me to go back out with Adrianna and says to talk extra loud so she can hear us while she is using her vibrator.

I walk out of her room and back to Adrianna, who is straddling the couch on all fours, with her ass pointed at me, while she is rubbing her pussy. She asks me why I was took so long and I tell her that Jennifer had to look a while for the condom. As I slide my cock inside her, Adrianna says it feels so fucking good getting fucked by me. I tell her we better get into another position, because doggy style will make me come the fastest. ( I usually have great control, but this night was pushing my limits.) 

She tells me to sit on the couch and then she climbs on my lap. We start kissing and rubbing our sweaty chests all over each other. She then asks me, while I am thrusting up inside her, what Jennifer thought about me coming to her room naked. I explained that since she was using a vibrator on her pussy when I got in there, that might give you an idea of her thoughts. I then told her how Jennifer had taken the same cock I am fucking you with and had swallowed it whole, rubbing her lips up and down it. 

Adrianna said to me that she was as completely turned on as she had ever been and I told her I felt the same. She asked me if I had ever stuck my finger up a girl ass, while I was fucking her. I answered by looking her in the eye and rubbing my fingers on the outside of her pussy, while continuing to fuck her. I then took my completely lubricated middle finger and gently slid it up her ass, while looking her straight in the eyes with an animalistic look. She told me that felt like such a nasty girl and loved how both her holes were filled. SHe then started shaking and cumming hard, while screaming how good her butthole felt with my finger moving in and out of it. I couldn't last any longer and thrust deeply inside her pussy with an incredible force. 

We laid on the couch and I said loudly how I wondered how Jennifer was doing in the next room. Adrianna laughed and Jennifer opened the door and peeked out saying that she was doing just fine. I ended up leaving not long after, as I was set to perform a few states away, the following day, but that was my greatest sexual experience...so far.



Burlesque



The excitement of the crowd mounted as the lights dimmed. Here we all were- horny, tipsy and slightly uncomfortable to be so horny and so tipsy in this room. It was dark, it was packed with strangers- both the best and worst things about venturing out to an event such as this. 

"Give a warm hand to the delightful Miss Aurora Black!" the emcee encouraged. As we all clapped and cheered the scarlet curtain on the stage parted to reveal the new performer. Unlike the energetic and often bizarre acts that we had seen earlier in the night, Aurora was serene. She was already nearly naked, delicately brushing her hair as she sat at her boudoir. Her long raven hair was lustrous under the spotlight, falling enticingly upon pale skin that was punctuated only by black nipple tassels and matching bikini-cut bottoms.

The gentle piano accompaniment was in a minor key- Aurora rocked languidly to the music, letting the spotlight dance upon the silver thread hidden amongst her black fabric, transfixing our attention upon the gentle sway of her full teardrop breasts and wide sensuous hips. We were all entranced by her study of beautiful loneliness- as she slowly guided her brush through the full length of her gorgeous hair, Aurora's melancholy told us that she ached, that she deeply wished that the bristles of her brush were instead the fingers of a lover. Without taking your eyes off her you leaned across and pressed yourself more fully against me, your breasts firm against my arm. I glanced over to see you breathing deeply- intoxicated by the beauty and grace of Aurora Black. I began discreetly massaging your inner thigh through your skirt. I always enjoyed the sensation of fabric sliding smoothly across your stockings. You welcomed my teasing by squeezing my upper arm.

Aurora began to select pieces of jewellery from her boudoir. All around her was a beautifully displayed collection featuring a variety of styles. She seemed to be genuinely considering her options; I hoped that she chose different items based upon her mood. Tonight she was selecting an assortment of fine silver pieces whose long and thin chains hung deliciously upon her curves. Every time that she chose a new piece of jewellery, Aurora inspected herself in the mirror to make sure it was immaculately adjusted before getting up and dancing sensuously around her furnishings. 

As she faced us it was the first time she had come close to acknowledging her audience. I could now fully admire her face, where her deep and dark eyes hinted at secrets that we might just learn if we all moved a little closer. The curves of her hips and breasts were complemented by her lips- full and boldly painted crimson. Each one Aurora's short dances increased the expectation and heat in the room; I could almost hear the collective deep breathing as her swaying washed over us in sensuous waves. 

Filled with crazy lust, despite the crowd I used the cover of darkness to move my hand up your skirt to begin rubbing your pussy. You had already beaten me to it- I found that your fingers were already working your clit. "Mmmm," I whispered before gently biting your neck. You moaned inaudibly. Although you were trying to be discreet you could not hide your passion- if anyone chose to watch you they would be in no doubt as to what you were doing. I tried to be more subtle, grinding my forearm across my throbbing erection.

Aurora selected a thin silver chain from which hung an array of further delicate chains and fastened it around her waist. For the first time she moved to the front of the stage. We were sitting very near the stage such that Aurora was nearly standing over us. She brought her hands up, lifting her breasts so that they seemed to loom directly over us, and tenderly played with a silver chain she had threaded through her hair. She was intoxicating. You started to buck and shake ever so slightly. I gripped your thigh tightly, my balls full and sore as my cock begged for proper attention. 

Aurora stood above us and looked to the ceiling as she drew her smooth thighs slowly across one another, the lights dancing across the silver jewellery all over her body. The music had slowly become more energetic. In time with the beat she provocatively threw her hips to the side causing her breasts to jiggle and sparkle deliciously. Confident in the effect that she having upon her audience, Aurora looked down to admire the crowd. As her eyes found yours she smiled in surprise, watching the silent shout of your orgasm. You wobbled next to me, biting down on my shoulder as both of you maintained eye contact. Aurora sank down to her knees in front of us and began dancing immediately in of you. Previously the room's fixation on Aurora had help maintain your secrecy but now her attentions ensured that everyone in the audience was watching you cum. "Let it out honey," Aurora entreated. "Let it out!"

"Fuck!" you screamed, breaking off from my shoulder as you bucked ferociously. As you continued to orgasm Aurora moved as close to you as she could- her pelvis dancing sensuously in front of your face as if she was trying to catch all of your screams. Aurora was panting as well; her excitement was clearly not feigned. For confirmation one of her nipples tassels popped off, revealing a dark and erect nipple. I was now masturbating properly, fiercely gripping my hard cock through my pants. Without looking around I could tell that I wasn't alone. A few other ladies in the audience were also now moaning.

"Yes! Yes!" you screamed, still bucking, encouraging Aurora as she squeezed and pulled upon her exposed nipple. I quickly lost control, orgasming as my cock pulsed deliciously into my underwear. Suddenly, the music was frantically cut and the curtains began to close. "Let's give a big thanks to the sultry Aurora Black and her gorgeous assistant," the emcee breathlessly encouraged. From his voice it was clear that he had also just cum. The crowd began to boo- everyone was desperate for more of your double-act. "I'm so sorry Ladies and Gentlemen, but management doesn't have a licence for such interesting entertainment," the emcee explained, placing bitter emphasis on the word interesting. 

Slowly the audience's booing was overtaken by rapturous applause for the show that they had just witnessed, and for many, participated in. To the delight of all, just as the curtain was closing completely, Aurora bent down to your flushed face and gave you a long full kiss on the lips. My heart throbbed wildly- I felt like I could pass out. Whilst the crowd hollered, she quickly whispered in your ear before waving and smiling to the room just as the scarlet curtain closed completely in front of her.

I leaned across to kiss you deeply, our tongues working passionately against one other. I broke off to admire you and your effect on the room. Despite the best efforts of management the crowd was still raucous and desperately horny. 

A chant of "We want more! We want more!" demanded Aurora return to the stage. You smiled mischievously, with your demure skirt and sexy but simple top, only your flushed cheeks gave any hint that you had been the agent of this pandemonium. 

I squeezed your hand as the lady sitting directly you leaned over to ask, "What did she whisper to you?" Although the room was very noisy, the petite woman leaned in closer than seemed absolutely necessary- her small perky breasts pressed into the backs of your shoulders and her short sandy blonde hair brushed against yours.

"She said that was I quite the performer; that she needed me to come backstage," you laughed.

Her eyes flashed in excitement, "Are you going to follow her?"

"I'm not sure." I could see your longing and hesitation as we made eye-contact.

"You should go," I encouraged, my heart pounding. "I'll be mad if you pass up such a sexy story!"

"What about if you come too?"

"I don't think that's what Aurora had in mind. I'll have plenty of fun out here- fantasising about you and watching the lovely ladies on stage."

"He can hang out with us," our new friend offered, peeling herself off you for the first time as she gestured towards her partner sitting behind us. "I'm Claire and this is Sam." Sam was a tall and attractive man of Asian descent. He had a clean cut look- one of the few men here wearing a full suit, though it looked like it had become a little dishevelled in the recent excitement. 

He smiled at us and gave a little wave, "You know that Claire and I were fans of your work before it became mainstream," he announced, mischievously brushing your right arm with his long fingers.

We all laughed as you blushed. "I'm Rohan and Aurora's co-star is Laura," I said, completing introductions. Now that Claire was no longer pressed against you I could see that she clearly wasn't wearing a bra- her erect nipples poked invitingly through the thin fabric of her little black dress. The knowledge that Claire had made sure that you had felt them whilst she was pressed against your shoulder sent a warm flutter through my groin. "You shouldn't keep a star waiting," I encouraged. I was riding a rollercoaster of hot wet fantasises and creeping anxieties but I truly wanted this for you. "Time to go see what Aurora has in mind," I smiled.

"I think we can all take a guess," laughed Sam. You took a deep breath, kissed me deeply and squeezed my hand. You relaxed your grip as you rose from your chair, feigning accidental contact as your hand brushed against the obvious erection straining against my pants. You hesitantly made your way across the room, the bouncer smirking before stepping aside without a word to reveal the backstage entrance. Just before passing through the doorway you turned around to blow me a kiss. Cheekily, Claire and Sam interpreted themselves as joint recipients, such that you received three air kisses in return. And like that, you were on your new adventure.

The crowd had now thinned out significantly- for many the need to fuck must have been so strong after the last performance that they had immediately gone to find a bed. Claire and Sam could now move forward to our table. "What do you hope that they're doing?" Claire asked, sitting herself between the two men. Claire's direct questioning made me a little uncomfortable but, like you, I chose to be open with her. Her frankness wasn't rudeness- the accompanying warmth engendered intimacy. 

After hesitating, my answer flew out quickly and breathlessly, "Laura's never tasted another woman's pussy before. I hope that they're both eating one another out, again and again, and that Aurora grinds hard into Laura's face when she's cumming so that Laura is almost overwhelmed by pussy. But she loves it and presses herself so thirstily against Aurora that she can barely breathe. And then afterwards when I kiss Laura, she is still covered in Aurora's juices- I can taste and smell Aurora on her when I get to fuck Laura myself."

"Mmmm hot," Claire and Sam agreed. Claire looked like she was about to speak but we were interrupted by the emcee, "Good evening everyone! Welcome to the second set of the evening. Now that all the prudes are safely home sipping cocoa, our lovely ladies can be even racier. Not quite as racy as the last dance that we saw, but I'm sure that we are all going to have a great time. To kick things off let's give a warm welcome to Scarlett de Milo!"

The crowd cheered and Scarlett entered dressed as a gypsy fortune teller. Her set was the gaudy interior of a medieval Traveller's tent, complete with a crystal ball mounted in its centre. To an up-tempo Slavic folk tune she made fiery circuits around the crystal ball- progressively whipping off the collection of silk scarves woven around her thick and dark curly hair. With her long hair swirling wild, Scarlett began working on the bright and ornately-patterned larger wraps that bound her body. As each piece of fabric was removed Scarlett twirled them around in her wake, the light fabric mirroring the delightful chaos of her hair by dancing in the turbulence generated by Scarlett's energetic movements. Her strong and supple body was captivating. 

My cock throbbed in appreciation when Scarlett deftly unwound the bright blue scarf covering and supporting her breasts. They pointed outwards, sagging just enough to give them a very pleasing profile. I couldn't help imagining myself cupping them in my hands as I stood behind Scarlett, wrapping her in my embrace. Unlike earlier in the night, she didn't wear nipple tassles, letting us admire her small and pale areolae as she bounced across the stage. 

After an intense and sexy strip Scarlett was down to merely her bangles and a sparkling red g-string. Our fortune teller stood behind her crystal ball, paused and smiled at us all. "Do you want to see the future?" she asked. To great shouts of encouragement she energetically threw off her underwear. The curves of the crystal ball distorted the image of Scarlett's pussy but we could all her thick and well-kempt bush. The main lights were cut, leaving a light under the crystal ball as the only form of illumination- Scarlett's disembodied pussy was all that we could see as the curtains closed. 

The audience was delighted with this climax, cheering loudly. "That was great," Claire commented, pushing herself up after having spent the dance leaning tenderly into Sam. "I love a proud pussy owner." She paused, taking a moment to look deeply into my eyes, "I've been thinking about my backstage fantasy for Laura. Do you want to hear it?"

"I'd love to," I replied quickly, feeling a flutter of excitement that was accentuated by observing that Sam had left his hand far too high on Claire's inner thigh for normal company. Her eyes sparkled, happy that I was so eager to hear her dirty story. As she watched me closely Claire must have noticed that I couldn't help stealing glances at Sam's fingers teasing their way across her thighs. Claire did not reproach either of us; clearly she was enjoying the combined attention. 

She turned to face forwards, encouraging both Sam and I to revel in her fantasy. "I bet that all those ladies have all sorts of tricks and toys back there." Claire was breathing deeply, her eyes nearly closed as she seemed to be vividly picturing her backstage scene. She had pointedly chosen to sit so that I still had an unobstructed view of Sam's hand wandering closer and closer to her pussy. 

"I hope that Aurora has Laura in a sex-swing. And she's fucking her with a big black strap-on. Absolutely pounding into her. And she has Laura rigged up so that she just keeps on hitting her g-spot. Relentlessly. Making her cum until Laura can't take it anymore. Finally Aurora lets her down- holds her, strokes her tenderly until Laura eventually stops gasping. And then as a parting memento Aurora gives Laura a piece from her jewellery collection." We all sighed in appreciation imagining this scene. My breath was heavy and my cock rock hard.

"Damn Claire." Sam leaned over to gently bite Claire on the neck. "I love it when you show me your dirty mind." He could no longer resist, despite the darkness I could clearly see that his hand was now exploring up under her short dress. I knew that I shouldn't gawk but I couldn't resist. They remained subtle- Claire opened her legs slightly and fiercely gripped the jacket of Sam's suit as her whole body become tense. It was easy to imagine why Sam's jacket had been out of place when we had first met him. As I watched them lost in one another I was worried that my cock would explode at the slightest touch.

Luckily, the beginning of the next act helped end my staring. "Ladies and gentlemen, let's give a big hand for our next dancer, Lacy Wednesday!" the emcee encouraged. Lacy Wednesday strode proudly onto the stage, raising her arms to demand further applause from the audience. She was an Asian goth, sporting bright purple hair and numerous ear piercings. Her Pirate Queen costume was complemented by Lacy's numerous tattoos- her right arm was adorned with a colourful full sleeve. The stage was now furnished to look like the deck of a tall ship. 

As cheesy metal music began to play Lacy climbed up high into her ship's rigging. She entwined her legs in the rope, using them as an anchor as she released her arms before flipping herself upside down. Whilst she dangled herself over us Lacy danced daringly- her commanding and powerful movements suggesting that she was in the midst of an unseen battle. Her acrobatics drew many gasps and cheers from the crowd. As the music reached a guitar filled crescendo, Lacy flung off her bodice. Unlike most dancers there was no progressive uncovering- she was not wearing a bra or even tassels. As she writhed above us we all admired the large black dragon tattoo spanning her taut belly and the underside of one of her small breasts. I was slightly surprised that her dark nipples weren't pierced- her broad and squat nipples looked like they would fit deliciously between a lover's lips. 

As the music moved into a new phase Lacy slid down the rigging, briefly acknowledged the audience's massive applause, and mounted the cannon on the deck of her ship. She sat astride it, facing down the barrel, grinding into passionately- willing it to fire. Without warning she whipped off her pants, again she had declined underwear, leaving Lacy wearing only her boots. These were ridiculous- an extremely sexy combination of stiletto heels and black leather that laced-up to her knees. 

The cannon was now slowly rotating, letting the audience admire Lacy from all angles whilst she working her cannon. Her acrobatics had moulded an impossibly round and perky butt which she was flexing rhythmically for us as the cannon faced the back of the stage. When the cannon come to face forwards I could admire Lacy's bald pussy as it slid up and down the barrel. I couldn't be sure but I thought that I saw the twinkle of a clit bar amongst the dusky folds of her labia. The spasm of my cock was unconscious. She was spectacular- I wasn't the only one to think so- many of the men in the room were now wolf-whistling and shouting encouragement.

As the music increased in intensity Lacy began to press herself more violently against the cannon, throwing her purple hair back in passion. And then suddenly, the cannon fired directly at the audience- bathing us in thick smoke! The music continued to climb to its crescendo for a few bars before the recording started to skip and awkwardly fizzled out. I sat confused- disappointed that technical mishaps had marred a great show. 

"Well that was different," coughed Sam. 

The smoke quickly cleared to reveal a frustrated Lacy working on her cannon. It now rested in profile, letting us clearly see that the cannon's tip had dropped to face downwards. As Lacy stood next to it she tried to raise it once more- pulling it, rubbing on it- all the while pressing herself sexily against it. It was clear that these efforts were in pantomime- we all laughed as she pretended to be indignant, gesturing to her unsatisfied pussy, before theatrically kicking her spent cannon off stage with her almighty sexy boots. Lacy stormed off stage in the other direction, farewelled to great cheers from all and amused cries of sympathy from the female members of the audience.

"I didn't see that coming," I admitted, laughing.

"Me too!" agreed Sam.

Claire laughed, "Sam I'm very glad that was so unexpected for you. I'm sure that Laura would feel the same way Rohan. But I think that all the ladies in the room were wise to that shitty cannon's antics." 

"I guess I'm too innocent," Sam smiled, holding his hands up in mock surrender. 

"Those fingers say otherwise," I commented, causing both Sam and Claire to giggle and blush. I strained my eyes, trying to see her juices on his fingers. Unfortunately, it was too dark to make anything out. Judging by Claire's jovial mood, it looked like she had fared better than Lacy. Summoning images from the dance in my mind I wondered at what point she had cum. I liked the idea that I was too entranced by something to notice a woman cumming right next to me- as if it might be happening all the time if I only paid more attention to my surroundings. 




Burlesque



"So Sam, it's your turn. What's Laura up to right now?" I asked.

Sam hesitated, "I liked your both of your fantasies so much. I can't shake them," he replied nervously.

"Come on. I know that you can do better than that!" Claire interjected. "The things that you've told me when we're alone!"

"Okay, how about this? Aurora is inducting Laura into her secret burlesque society." We all laughed at the absurdity of Sam's suggestion. But he continued on, starting off hesitantly but building in momentum when he could see that Claire and I were revelling in his story. 

"She has Laura tied down to a bed in a small room just off the stage. Laura is naked and spread-eagled. As each dancer comes off stage they enter the room and try to make Laura cum as many times as possible. They can do whatever they want to her- all sorts of dirty things- Laura is tied down too tightly to resist. But they're trying to make her cum her much as possible so they only pursue things that they can see that Laura is getting-off on. And as the next performer finishes her dance, it's her turn in the room to make Laura cum. Because Aurora selected Laura for induction, she gets to have the first turn playing with her and she is the only one who stays on in the room when the others get to have their turn. She stands above Laura, demanding that Laura be a complete slut, to surrender to these things that she knows that she wants but has been too scared to ask for or new things she didn't know to ask for until the dancers set to work on her."

Claire moaned in appreciation. Sam smiled, pausing to enjoy her excitement, before continuing, "And dancer after dancer has their way with Laura whilst Aurora encourages and protects her, keeping score with a chalkboard. And at the end of the ceremony, Laura is apprenticed to the dancer with the highest tally- they obviously have an affinity. This dancer trains Laura, getting their new slut ready for the other tests and ceremonies of the secret society."

"Fuck, that's hot," I groaned. Sam and Claire smirked, eying my obvious erection. It was a struggle to not simply grab my cock and start pumping it in front of them.

"I love it," agreed Claire, her cheeks flushed. "The only thing that I don't like is that the ladies have to go one at a time- it seems like such a waste."

"Don't worry, the other ceremonies make up for that," chuckled Sam.

"Good! Sometimes a lady wants a little extra help." Claire reached across and took one of our hands in each of hers. I felt drunk with lust, shivering slightly upon contact with her cool and smooth skin. She now lifted these hands and brought them under her little black dress. An impossible amount of blood was flooding through my cock- my erection almost hurt.

"Hang on a moment," Sam warned. I couldn't read his face- he seemed calm but I thought that he must have been unhappy with my involvement. I recoiled away, my hand slipping out of Claire's. "This might help a little," he suggested, removing his suit jacket and laying it across the laps of the three of us.

"Good thinking," Claire agreed, kissing him surprisingly innocently. Once again she grabbed my hand and slipped it beneath both the jacket and her dress. Sam's hand was already in position rubbing Claire's clit. I brushed past his hand to explore the rest of her pussy. I was delighted to discover that Claire wasn't wearing any underwear.

"Did you arrive here like this?" I whispered, my hand exploring the swollen folds of her hairless labia, already slick with her excitement.

"Not quite this wet. Just this exposed," she quietly moaned. I grunted in appreciation. I couldn't resist any longer, my fingers moved across to her soaked vagina. I effortlessly slipped two fingers deep into her warmth, curling my fingers forward as I quickly pressed them in and out of Claire.

"Oh fuck yes," she groaned. Sam whispered softly into her ear as we both watched her slowly writhe against us. I slipped my idle hand beneath the jacket and began taking care of myself as subtly as I could. I was so sensitive that I could hardly move if I wanted to cum at the same time as Claire. From the very slight twitch of Sam's arm I could see that he was aiming for the same timing. 

Very quickly Claire was bucking against our hands, her legs spread so profanely that they were grinding against both of us. I could feel Sam's hand vigorously rubbing Claire's clit. I slipped a third finger into her, acknowledged by Claire grasping her pert breasts before looking up at the ceiling and letting her eyes roll back in her head. Her long and vulnerable neck looked so inviting whilst she sat like this. Sam clearly agreed, leaning over to kiss the side of Claire's neck. I was worried that I might be breaching an unspoken barrier, but I was so inflamed with desire that I leant into do the same, nibbling on the other side of her neck. Claire gasped- she was now sitting in a room of fully clothed strangers; squeezing her breasts, pressed firmly between two men whom she could feel were masturbating against her, encouraging them to overwhelm her with their powerful fingers and neck torments. 

She quickly started to cum ferociously. I had struggled to wait for this moment- as soon as Claire started to go I was there as well- draining my balls of their intense yearning. I closed my eyes and groaned, relishing pulse after pulse course through my cock, relaxing my entire body as deep waves of pleasure washed all through me. With my attention returning to the room as my orgasm ebbed away, I could feel Claire's pussy tightly gripping my fingers in waves- she was still deep in orgasm as threw herself repeatedly against the back of her chair. Her moans were stifled by a deep kiss from Sam. With my energy returning I resumed pumping my fingers violently in and out of Claire, timing my thrusts to correspond with her vagina's pulses. Her orgasm lasted at least a minute- my arm was burning from the effort of driving hard into her. I watched her gasping- her breathing so deep that the rise and fall of her small breasts was entrancing. My whole hand was soaked with her warm juices. 

As Claire's orgasm began to subside Sam broke off his kiss, I could still feel his fingers working against her clit. When Claire's pussy finally relaxed I briefly reached as deeply into her as I could before slowly sliding my fingers out of her. I brought my hand up, admiring Claire's glistening juices. "I think that we have lost ourselves a little there," I offered, wiping my hand against a napkin that I planned to souvenir. I didn't dare look around the room.

"People came here for a show," Claire gasped, yet to fully recover from her titantic orgasm. 

Before we could talk any further, the emcee announced, "And now for the moment that you have all waiting for- the return of the delicious Aurora Black and her new assistant, the crowd favourite, Nova Black!" The crowd gave its loudest welcome yet. I was shocked and incredibly turned-on to see you stride out onto the stage with Aurora. Sam, Claire and I went wild- giving you a huge standing ovation. You shot us a little wink, you were masking the nerves that you must have been feeling well as you confidently moved onto the stage.

"Looks like there was some truth to your initiation theory Sam," Claire commented excitedly.

"They both look amazing," Sam remarked. I enjoyed seeing the hunger in his eyes as his gaze worked its way across your body. The set was now strewn with sandstone and hieroglyphs, evoking ancient Egypt. Aurora was dressed as Cleopatra- her bearing matching the precise and fierce style of her make-up. She wore a snake headdress and long glimmering semi-sheer robes through which we could only discern hints of her gorgeous curves. You seemed to be dressed as one of her subjects, wearing an obscenely short brown slip that barely covered anything on you. Different shades of mineral make-up were smeared upon your skin, making you sparkle under the lights. 

I was hungry to see all of you up there, to see you excite everyone in the room. As some vaguely Middle Eastern horns and drums started playing Aurora began to dance, her powerful movements causing her robes to flutter and glimmer in the light. You danced sensuously in her wake- as you rolled your hips your short dress would slide ever so slightly upwards, taunting us as it never seemed to rise up quite far enough. Aurora began to focus upon the space in centre of the stage, performing intense laps around this small space. She turned to face you, her domineering presence demanding that you cease your languid dance. Aurora instead marched you to a pile of large stones on the side of the stage that were housed in a small open-topped cage. You quickly lost interest in these, facing the audience to resume your dance. The audience cheered your cheeky display of disobedience, admiring your body as you swayed in gorgeous waves that ran down your entire length. Aurora registered her displeasure in pantomime, picking up a previously hidden leather whip.

"This could get interesting," Sam whispered. My heart was pounding in excitement. Aurora gestured from the pile of stones to the centre of stage before cracking her black whip down next to you. You jumped in fright but began to follow Aurora's commands- ferrying the fake stones to the centre of stage where you began to stack them in a tower. Whilst you worked Aurora's manner became much more relaxed- now it her who was dancing sensuously for us all as she made slow laps around your construction, sporadically cracking her whip at no one in particular. 

The reason for the cage surrounding the stone quickly became clear- as you removed more and more stones you had to reach further into the cage to gather the next one. Your slip couldn't handle this bending, the crowd cheered when one of your breasts fell out of your dress. You feigned surprise but carried the stone over to your growing monument with your breast still exposed. You didn't wear any nipple tassels, letting everyone see you properly- your tit sparkling invitingly with make-up. I was one of many whom couldn't resist wolf-whistling as you made your journey.

"Fuck, I want her," Claire whispered as she slid her hand beneath the suit jacket to reach for my cock. "You must be loving this," she added, opening my fly to find my cock obscenely hard. She began to slowly pump it, her small hand gripping me tightly. I glanced over to admire her, groaning as I noticed that she was also working Sam- pumping both of our cocks in time with one another. I sat a little deeper in my chair, letting myself relax and enjoy your show whilst Claire played with me.

With the monument beginning to rise Aurora began to remove pieces of her robes and hang them on the structure. The narrow tower that you were constructing was distinctly phallic. With Aurora nearly nude we could once again admire the gorgeous curve of her breasts and hips. I felt blissful with Claire working my cock. You continued to ferry stones, placing your breasts back into your dress every time that you dropped off a load, only to have them fall out again every other time. Having moved nearly all the stones I was disappointed to see that you were now planning to lift them out of the cage with your back to the audience. I changed my mind as you reached deep into the cage- your dress now slid up to reveal your butt. You deliberately stood with your legs apart, showing us that you weren't wearing any underwear, inviting us to gaze at your pussy. Looking at your full and slightly parted lips I could tell that the glimmer that I saw upon them wasn't make-up.

Claire increased her tempo as the crowd cheered wildly for you. Under the cover of the noise I gasped "Fuck!" loudly as I came. I had planned to last for longer but I couldn't control myself when the whole room was admiring your wet cunt. Claire looked over at me, amused by my sudden and violent loss of control. My cock still pulsed as she continued to grip me. I watched her other arm, the tendons raised as she began furiously pumping Sam's cock- he didn't last long under her onslaught of sensation, quickly cumming as he watched you receive some playful smacks from Aurora that left your right bum cheek glowing red. Aurora was now cracking her whip more frequently; her dancing was once again becoming more commanding as she forced you to work faster. Both yours and Aurora's breasts now jiggled deliciously whilst both of you hastened around the stage.

After letting Sam come down, Claire moaned "I want your help again gentlemen. I need to cum whilst Laura is on stage as well." Now I understood why she had been so eager to finish off Sam. Claire hitched her dress up over hips, spread and lifted her legs so that one rested in the laps of both Sam and me. The suit jacket was spread over her lap but it was doing little to mask our debauchery. Once more she grabbed our hands and guided them to her pussy. Sam moved his hand to its familiar territory of Claire's clit but she stopped him. "No," she commanded. "You are both going to finger me- single thrusts from alternating hands, one set of fingers in and then pulled all the way out and then the next person does the same. Drive into me hard!" I gulped, exciting by Claire's plan. I used my spare hand to firmly grasp her leg- I wasn't going to let her close her leg even if she tried. 

Sam drove in first, his fingers slamming into Claire. Just as quickly he was out again and it was my turn to hammer Claire's pussy. We continued like this, our hands furiously sliding past another. Quickly we had smeared Claire's juices all over the hand of one another. Claire was obviously loving her rough gang fingering- she was quickly gasping and making an involuntary little squeak every time Sam or I pounded into her.

But she didn't take her eyes off you- you were now reaching for the final stone. It seemed to be just out of your grasp such that you were fully folded over on the cage as you tried to pick it up. A frustrated Aurora was standing next to you, lifting up your dress to fully expose your butt. She was now fully naked. She smacked you repeatedly, urging you to reach just a little further, the effort of her swings meaning that the jiggle of your butt was mirrored in hers. I groaned watching Aurora's nipples firm as she dealt with you. 

When you strained and finally picked it up the crowd cheered. Your slip now sat comically around your waist, doing nothing to cover your breasts or pussy as you brought the stone over to finish the obelisk. Completing your stone cock monument, Aurora suddenly whipped off your dress, leaving you fully naked. Claire moaned in appreciation, I began to drive three fingers into her. Although my hand kept on brushing against Sam's I wasn't sure how many he was using. The music reached a crescendo and Aurora quickly and expertly tied you face-first to the obelisk. Your arms were secured to the stone well above your head and your legs were spread, tied to the base of the monument. Aurora now paused and invited us to look more closely at her whip. She didn't seem to be planning to flog you, instead she showed us the handle- thick, long, black and smooth with a rounded tip.

"Oh fuck," groaned Claire. I couldn't look away from you. The monument must have been on a rotating platform- Aurora now swung it around so that the audience could no longer see you. She continued to tease us by showing us the handle of the whip, testing the weight of it in her hand as she seemed to be genuinely contemplating going through with her plan.

We could all see her erect nipples, her breasts rising and falling. Her dance hadn't been that strenuous- Aurora was as excited as we were. Finally she made her decision, standing so we could see her arm pumping but not where her hand or whip were going. Your screams of delight rang out- I could tell that they were not faked- you sounded almost in shock to be accommodating this huge dildo. You kept moaning and yelling, taking it as we watched Aurora fill you. 

Claire wanted more, grabbing both Sam's and my hand and forcing both of us into her at the same time. We could barely fit, my fingers pressed up hard against Sam's as we filled Claire's cunt. The crowd were going crazy, I could hear lots of people getting off as they watched Aurora fucking you. Very quickly Claire was cumming, screaming "Take it Laura! Take it!" as she bucked and writhed. There was no need to mask her orgasm, I could see lots of people in the audience cumming as well. Almost immediately you were there too, your screams filling the room. 

I was watching Aurora's arm- my cock rock hard as I registered how violently she was pounding that big dildo into you. I wished that I could see your face whilst you came. When the screams of your orgasm finally faded the curtain closed. Despite feeling slightly breathless everyone cheered and screamed in appreciation. A lot of the crowd were still going for it.

Watching Claire slowly relax as her orgasm finally retreated, I commented "Looks like there was some truth to your story as well Claire." She just smiled, spent.

"Now we need to find out if there was any truth to your story as well," Sam suggested, looking at me. We got up, tried our best to fix our cum covered clothes and made our way to the backstage entrance.

"Aurora and Nova told me to expect you three," the bouncer chuckled. "Have fun back there," he said, stepping aside to let us pass.



Burlesque and Black



"Classy ass place," I said to myself (Joanne if you must know, but for the love of god call me Jojo), stepping into the club where the burlesque show was to be held. 

I was supposed to be going with a friend, and I'd had plans to get fucked tonight.. But at the last minute she had to bail. Something about her mother and a hospital. 

In any case, I had planned on getting fucked and I intended to keep it that way. So I went alone, hoping to snare a cute little white boy or girl and drag them back to my web for a night of nastiness.

"Its too bad too," I said to myself, hands running down my sides to smooth the form fitting blue dress along my very feminine hips. "She would have gotten the ride of her life."

I licked my thick lips as I caught a glance of myself in the mirror. My soft black curls hung in a way that just begged to be pulled. My sparkly blue dress clinging dark skin in all the right places, holding my huge tits up in a way that almost defied gravity, and just barely covering the bottom of of my ridiculously plump ass. And if it rode up, someone was going to be treated to a show, because I almost never wear panties, and tonight was no exception.

I snapped out of it quickly, toying with a coaster on the table just as a waiter came to get my drink order.

"What will you have miss?" The waiter asked, and without looking up I could feel his eyes all over my massive bust.

And when I looked up to order he almost fainted. "Scotch on the rocks darling" I said, so softly he could only barely hear. I licked her lips and looked him right in the eye as I spoke, subtly pushing my arms together to push out my cleavage "and please hurry. My mouth is soo dry."

I laughed to myself as I saw him awkwardly walk away, clearly hiding a stiff fat one under his slacks.

"Oh yes. Mama is getting something from someone tonight." I thought.

The lights dimmed just as the waiter arrived, but I caught a glimpse of the still raging bulge in his pants and winked at him before he left.

The first girl came on stage and began her dance. I've always enjoyed burlesque. Something about it made the women seem so much larger than life. The tiniest girl could get up on that stage and seem 8 feet tall. They oozed sexuality in the classiest way possible and it was thrilling to watch them move.

The first girl was off stage before I knew it and I silently cursed myself for not paying more attention. I sipped my scotch as the next girl stepped up, and my heart skipped a bit. This blonde goddess of a woman, barely five feet tall stopped on stage. Her soft hair shone under the spotlights like a star. Her tight red and black outfit hugging her perky chest and showing her curvy hips off in a way that made my knees tremble and my pussy moisten.

I had to have this girl. She moved with such power, such confidence. I could only imagine what she would be like in bed. The look on her face was one of a woman who not only embraced her sexuality, but used it. She almost seemed inaccessible, and I was almost scared that it would be impossible to get this woman. Almost.

I spent the woman's entire set trying to catch her eyes, and when I finally did it was like floodgates had opened between my legs. The look the girl gave me was clearly not supposed to happen. It was part of her act to make eye contact, to arouse and intrigue. But this was a look of real lust. Real wanting. She was supposed to seem like sexuality personified. A goddess of beauty. But she couldn't help it, I had been watching her so intensely, and my sparkly blue dress gave off just the right shimmer when I shifted in my seat to catch her attention.

A smirk formed on my juicy lips and I blew the dancer a kiss. I knew the girl saw it, even if she averted her eyes and went back to the show like nothing happened.

That was it, I'd found tonights toy. I got up from her seat and was able to charm my way past security to get to the dancers room. where I waited for her to finish her show, finding out that her name was Alexis in the process. 

When I was comfortably alone in the girls dressing room Itried it out, giving my clit a quick rub and moaning "Alexis" under my breath. I fucking loved it.

The girl walked in and was shocked, but quietly closed the door and managed to stammer out.

"W-what are you doing in here."

I stood up and approached the pretty blonde, leaving nothing to chance as she said "Hopefully you," Before planting a kiss on her lips.

Alexis jumped but didn't pull away, instead choosing to melt against me and return the kiss, adding tongue to the mix and moaning softly.

"Girl does have a nasty side," I thought to myself happily, returning the favor by using my experienced tongue to dominate hers.

She squeaked when I pulled away and could only whisper "L-let me change and we can go somewhere else.."

I only nodded and watched the little dancers ass bounce as she swayed to the bathroom, drunk on lust just as much as I was.

Alexis emerged wearing a cute little yellow tanky and black sweatpants that hung off of her significant behind.

I grabbed her hand and led her to my car, opening the door for her and letting her in. I made a show of walking to my side of the car, letting my dress bounce up my ass to show at least half of it as i walked in front.

The ride to my place was quiet, with Alexis constantly shooting me adorable little looks, and the only words spoken being "I'm Joanne, by the way. But for the love of god call me Jojo."

And alexis responding with "Jojo.." as if testing my name out for herself.

We pulled up to my house and I tossed my hair to sneak a glance at Alexis again. She was so fucking pretty. Her soft blond hair swished as she undid her seat belt and put her long, pale hand on the door handle. She paused and looked back at me.

"Sorry, um, I'm nervous.."

I leaned over and kissed her again, hard, with lots of tongue, just like we'd done at the club. But this time it was less rushed. I slowed it down and stroked the back of her neck as I entangled my fingers into her hair. There was no product in it, it was just long and gently straightened, it was silky and shiny and smelled faintly like shampoo. It just made me want her more. I pressed harder again, biting her bottom lip and pulling her in tight.

"Don't be, baby. C'mon. I'll take care of you."

I got out of the car and swooped around the car to open her door for her. She blushed and I took her hand and put it around my own waist. If she was going to be shy, I'd have to make up for it. We walked to my door and I quickly unlocked it and led her inside. I turned on a lamp and slipped off my heels. I sat on the couch and pulled her down next to me. My tight sparkly blue dress contrasted with her light yellow tank top and black sweatpants. She'd changed quickly after her show. On stage she was so flirty, sexy and fiery. Off stage, she was so.. tiny. But I could still feel her personality when we kissed. I decided I wanted to bring that back out.

"Are you cold sweetheart? Let me get a blanket."

"Um.. okay"

I smiled at her and went back to my room to grab the big quilt off my bed. I quickly slipped off my dress, pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a tight t-shirt. I knew my big tits were pressed so tightly against the thin white fabric, she wouldn't be able to keep her eyes off them. And as I caught sight of my big round ass holding my warm sweatpants up like a shower curtain, I giggled as I thought of that shy little girl on my couch trying to contain herself. Before I left, I reached under my bed and grabbed my thick double sided dildo, wrapping it in a corner of the blanket I'd picked up and hiding it in the bundle as I walked back to my living room.

"You could've turned on the TV, cutie!"

"Oh, um, I wasn't sure how to um, work it.."

I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, looking back to her and cuddling in as I pulled the quilt up over both of us.

"Hey babe..."

"Yeah?"

"Mmm you remember when we were in the club... and you were dancing up on stage... and we made eye contact and you paused for a second, and you had to play it off like it was part of your routine..."

"Oh.. um.. you knew I messed up?"

I kissed her again and nodded.

"But it's okay baby... I just know exactly what you were thinking about. And now I want to let you live that. And you don't have to play this off. We can drag it out as long as you want."

Her eyes widened and I smiled and leaned in to kiss her, hard and slow. I placed a cool hand on her waist and another on the armrest behind her head as I climbed on top of her, slowly grinding as I guided her hands onto my ass. I pulled back and my soft curls fell around her face. I smiled as I looked at her and watched that fire from the stage slowly come back. Her little hands slowly dug into my thick booty, holding on for the ride as my big hips ground circles into hers.

"Mmm baby... I mean, um.. uh.."

I pressed a finger to her lip and giggled.

"Shh baby. I know what you want." I pulled the blanket back and pulled her knees apart as I knelt between them. She bit her lip and looked at me expectantly as I slowly pulled her waistband down to her knees. Her perfect little pussy looked up at me, with just a few soft, wavy blond hairs near her slit. I smiled and got comfy between her thighs.

"Do you want me to lick you, baby?"

"Oh god yes.."

"Turn over."

I saw her big blue eyes pop open as she looked down at me. I smirked as she got onto her knees, bewildered but willing, and laid her head down on the armrest. I stroked her big, round white ass. God I loved white booty. Hers was so thick, soft and perfect. I held on tight with my left hand and reached between her thick thighs with my right, stroking her soft blond pussy and dipping the tip of my finger in just enough to feel her slippery pussy juice. I giggled and spread her perfect ass apart, pressing my face into the almond shaped window that her position gave me into her wet little cunt. I slid my long, skilled tongue into her wet little pussy, loving the little moan I heard from further up the couch and feeling her tight puss tighten around my tongue. I twirled my tongue around in her slippery hole, pulling it out and dragging it across her throbbing clit before pulling back, replacing my tongue with a single finger curled up into her G spot.

"Fuck baby you taste good."

"More baby, please, I want your tongue.."

"You'll get plenty of my tongue sweetheart."

I pressed my face into her thick ass, dragging my pussy juice-covered tongue across her tight asshole and smirking as I heard a surprised yelp from the other end of the couch.

"Oh my god I love getting my ass eaten I mean FUCK um.. uh..."

"I could tell baby. Shh."

I slid my tongue into her tight asshole, feeling it loosen already as she relaxed and gave herself to me. I thrusted it in and out of her tight ass, loving her moans and whimpers, and circling her tight little starfish with my skilled tongue.

"Mmm do you like getting spanked, bad girl? Do you like it rough?"

"Oh GOD yes please spank me oh fuck!"

I laughed and spanked her big round ass, leaving a big pink hand print and feeling it get hot under my hand, giggling, still thrusting my wet tongue in and out of her ass, spanking her again and digging my fingertips into her juicy booty as I tonguefucked her and dragged my tongue across her tight hole.

"You like that, dirty girl? You like it when I spank you?"

"Yeeesssss!"

I reached down into the bundle of blankets that had been shoved into the corner of the couch and grabbed my thick dildo. I licked her dripping pussy while I grabbed it to distract her, before I slid the better half of it into her tight hole.

"OH MY GOD baby what oh god oh fuck fuck me"

"I thought you'd like that, dirty girl. Do you want it in your ass baby? Do you want me to fuck your ass?"

"Oh fuck baby please yes oh god"

I laughed and grabbed her tiny waist, turning her perfect thick body over and nearly moaning at the sight of her blushing, tantalized face as I slid the dry half of my toy into my own soaking pussy, biting my lip and grabbing her perfect, pert tits as I pushed the wettest end into her tight ass. I moaned in ecstasy as it gave against the pressure of her tiny ass, then gasped as it pushed in and the rhythm of me fucking her ass as it fucked my pussy and us fucking each other slowly took shape. I pushed against her and moaned as my throbbing clit ground against her wet pussy, our two holes swallowing the whole toy, as I leaned back and our wet pussies ground against each other and we fucked hard and slow.

"Oh my god Jojo!"

"Baby oh my god, harder..."

I slammed the toy into her tight cunt and circled my hips to tease her clit, loving the look of pleasure on her face and biting my lip as I felt an orgasm begin to swell inside me.

"Oh Lexi, I'm close... Oh baby... Cum for me first..."

"Oh my GOD JOJO!"

Alexis' threw her head back, her shiny blond hair whipping back and her whole thick body rocking as I slammed her with the hardest orgasm she'd ever had in her life. She screamed over and over, and her moans coupled with mine as I came along with her. Our copious pussy juice made the slipping and sliding even faster as our bodies curled up to grasp each other while we rocked and shook. I held her perfect body and moaned softly in her ear as each of our orgasms ended. I reached down and slowly pulled out the toy with a soft snick and laughed as she whimpered.

"Feeling less shy now baby?"

"Mmm yeah..."

"Good. Because now it's my turn."

To be possibly (but probably not) continued.