1 comments/ 10154 views/ 0 favorites Hilary By: Naughtybutnice I first met Hilary when attending a drinks evening with my wife and her work colleagues. Most of them I had met before, but not Hilary. As soon as she sat down in a seat opposite me she caught my eye; dressed in a well-fitting ribbed sweater and jeans. She was what you might call well-built, but it suited her, she was one of those women who just wouldn't be suited to being slim. Her large round breasts strained beneath her sweater and it wasn't long before I found myself having to be very careful not to be caught staring. But my attention remained firmly focused in her direction, I was hanging on every word of her conversation, I watched the way her beautiful, cheeky smile softened her already lovely face. Inevitably, I started to undress her with my eyes, imagining those breasts hanging free, her soft skin exposed. I had tried to catch her eye a couple of times, but with no success, she didn't appear to be interested, this wasn't surprising; I had already worked out that she had a steady boyfriend. I turned to my wife beside me, "Who's the person opposite?" I asked, "I've not met her before." Apologetically, my wife introduced us, Hilary giving me that wonderful smile, which I returned with a grin of my own and a wink. As the evening progressed, I managed to join in a couple of her conversations, but that was about the extent of our interaction. Still, even after we had left for home, I couldn't get this remarkable woman out of my mind. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ It was about 6 weeks later when I was best man at the wedding of a good friend. I knew the woman he was to marry, but had never met any of her family. I stood beside the groom at the altar of the church, almost as nervous as he was as the music started for the entrance of the bride. I turned to look at her gracefully walking down the aisle before turning to give my friend a reassuring nod. Something belatedly jolted in the back of my mind and I turned again to see that the chief bridesmaid was none other than Hilary. She looked stunning in a strapless lilac dress, her silky dark hair hanging perfectly. Just like the first time I had seen her, I couldn't stop looking at her; partly because she looked so stunningly beautiful, partly because I couldn't quite believe that she was here. It really was a small world. Later, sat together at the top table, we both laughed and joked at the circumstances - for the first time in 2 weeks I was glad that my wife was away on a business trip. Over dessert I approached the subject of the evening, "I assume I shall be getting a dance," I said smilingly. "Of course," Hilary replied, "It would be wrong to break with tradition." I was flirting with her and I didn't care. What was more, unless I was reading things completely wrong, she was flirting back. "It's a shame that's the only best-man/bridesmaid tradition that's on offer," I joked. "I don't know what you mean!" Hilary answered in mock surprise, but with a slight, genuine blush. The rest of the meal passed in a blur, I have little recollection of the speeches. In my mind, I was elsewhere, watching Hilary slip out of her beautiful dress. I was imagining what she was wearing underneath. I could feel myself growing hard and tried to bring my thoughts back down to save myself any embarrassment, but that was proving to be almost impossible. Finally, the formalities were over and events started to gear up for the evening disco. The first dance began and the happy couple moved around the floor alone before others got up to join them. I took Hilary's hand and led her to the dancefloor where my left hand took her right and my right hand slid around her waist. This was intense, being so close to this amazing woman, whilst trying hard to keep control of myself was incredibly hard -- it wasn't the only thing. Cautiously, I slid my right hand lower to the top of her left buttock, seeing her raise her eyebrows at me, I quickly raised it again, but as the look changed into a grin, I began to slide lower until it rested squarely on her rump. It was wonderfully firm and felt warm to my hand as I gave it a firm squeeze. Nobody seemed to be paying us the slightest attention and I got no objections from Hilary, so I left it where it was. The dance ended and we both naturally gravitated to the bar, where I bought us both a drink. "You are amazing," I said matter of factly. Once again, Hilary lit up her face with that smile, "And you're married!" She grinned. "Is that a problem?" I asked. Immediately I felt a pang of guilt for saying that, but that was instantly replaced by waves of pure lust. "Think we'll be missed?" She asked. "What do you mean?" "I'm staying the night here, I have a room," she told me. "Let's go." "Think we'll be missed?" She repeated "Do you care?" Hilary led the way out of the function room towards the main part of the hotel. I followed expectantly. Soon she was unlocking the door to a room, leading us in and closing the door behind us. There I was, alone with Hilary in her hotel bedroom. No one was expecting her home, no one was home to miss me. "Our little secret, eh?" I said, looking for some assurance. "Of course." "You don't know how much I want you." "Glad to hear it." I looked at her again. "You don't seem the type." "What? For screwing a married man? I'm full of surprises. I can't get enough, dressing up makes me horny and the champagne is working it's magic." I moved towards her, placing my my hands on her arse and I kissed her. Long and passionately I held the embrace, pulling her body closer to mine as my tongue searched out hers. Slowly I moved my hands further up her back until I found the fine zipper at the top of her dress. Even more slowly I pulled it down, feeling the dress loosen as I did so. Hilary's hands were on the back of my shirt, pulling me close. Breaking our embrace, I could see that Hilary's dress had slipped just slightly lower on her breasts, immediately recognising where I was looking, she slid her hands beneath the material and let the dress drop to her midriff, revealing most of her amazing ample bosom, now restrained by no more than an inadequate strapless bra. With barely a moments hesitation, she unclipped that and let it fall to the floor. I moved forward towards her again, entranced by her amazing breasts. They were firm, but had a slight sag to them simply due to their impressive size. Almost perfectly round they were quite simply a wonderful specimen. Her nipples were surprisingly small, but were also very pink and erect. Cupping a globe in each hand I caressed my thumbs gently across the tips of her nipples, something which she clearly enjoyed and she sighed with pleasure. We kissed again and she began to unbutton my shirt as I fumbled with the buckle of my belt. My brain seemed unable to tell my hands what to do. My dick was rock hard and uncomfortable and needed releasing, so I was glad when I was finally able to pull my trousers to the floor. Kicking off my shoes, I flicked them away almost triumphantly. Having pulled my shirt off, I was suddenly aware of Hilary's hand rubbing my throbbing member through my underpants. Instinctively, I had grabbed her left breast and was sucking, nibbling and flicking her nipple. As she continued her handiwork, I was having to force myself not to come. Placing my hands either side of Hilary's waist, I grabbed at her dress and gently pulled it down over her hips revealing the skimpy white panties that she was wearing. Having already freed herself of her own shoes, she stepped out of the dress as it fell to the floor. I found myself standing at the foot of the bed, my back to it when Hilary suddenly pushed me backwards. I looked up to see her removing her now very damp panties and I responded by finally freeing my cock from it's last restraint. Hilary pulled my legs apart as she lowered herself onto the bed and placed her lips around the very tip of my cock and starting caressing it with her tongue. I gasped as once again I struggled to show any form of self control. Slowly but surely she began to lower her mouth over my cock, sucking hard as she pulled back up. She could tell I was was close to coming and after just 6 or 7 strokes, she stopped. "No! Don't stop!" I gasped. Ignoring my pleas, she rolled over onto her back, opened her legs and raised her kness. I needed no second invittation. Positioning myself between her legs, I gazed at her sopping wet pussy. She had a good amount of hair, bushy yet trimmed, but her pussy lips were clearly visible, pink, swollen and slightly apart; the whole area moist with her juices. The sweet smell drew my face towards her. Parting her labia with my fingers, my tongue quickly found her clit. I began to flick quickly and incessently, feeling her pussy growing ever hotter and wetter as her hips began to sway on the bed. It wasn't long before the swaying became a bucking motion and her moans grew louder and longer before turning to yells and screams as she reached orgasm. Was there anything I could fault with this woman? I loved it when they were noisy. The louder the better. As I pulled my head away, my mouth wet with her delicious sweet juices, she relaxed back on the bed. She still lay with her legs wide open, so I began to move my cock towards her quivering pussy. "Oh yes, fuck me," she gasped. I was all too happy to oblige and as if I was in a dream I slid my cock deep inside her. It was simply magical. I had already realised that we would soon have to return to the party and as I quickly felt myself about to explode inside her, I withdrew, spurting all over her tummy and her beautiful breasts. I collapsed on the bed beside her, my arm around her. "We should head back soon," I said matter of factly. "I know," was about all she managed in reply. I reached for her hands and placed them on her tummy and breasts, encouraging her to smear my cum over her, which she soon seemed happy to do. She then replaced her clothes, happy to head back still covered in my cum. This kept me going for the rest of the evening as we spent most of it apart. Eventually the disco drew to a close and people started to head off home, or to their rooms. I went back to Hilary's room as soon as I saw her making her way. She was a real surprise. She couldn't get enough, a real cum slut! It was nearly 5am before she fell asleep, 6 orgasms later, I had never known a woman to cum so much and still have more left in the tank. She even helped me to another 2 loads, one in her mouth and finally one deep inside her pussy. [I hope you enjoyed my first effort for a while. Please send lots of feedback. Thanks for reading.] Hilary Hilary lay naked on a plaid blanket at the base of an old oak tree. It was hot enough for her to be sweating and she was savoring it. The cube farm where she worked was always freezing. The room she rented was always freezing. She hated cold but that is the way she seemed to always be summer or winter but today was different. Today was the first day the temperature had reached 90 since the summer before. It was a Saturday morning and she was far from the city on a rolling hillside. A warm breeze caressed her body and cooled the sweat glistening on it. She shivered and then whimpered as her hands caressed her slick slippery breasts and stomach. Her nipples were hard pebbles against her palms and ached as she teased them. She groaned softly as her hands traveled down her stomach, split to go around her sex, and then on down to the tops of her thighs. She shivered as another cooling breeze caressed her body. Spreading her legs wide, she used her nails to tease her inner thighs but kept them well away from her sex. One touch and she would masturbate to a quick and sharp orgasm. That wasn't what she wanted. She wanted to draw it out, to build it up until it took her breath away. She had almost came earlier in the day when she had spent extra time getting every trace of hair off her outer lips and shaping the V of hair on her mound perfectly. Her hands came up and traced the V of auburn hair with her fingertips. Her nails on the tender sensitive skin of her mound made her whimper softly. She lifted her legs and moved her heels until they touched her ass cheeks. Then and only then did she let her knees fall open. Her nails drew figure eights on her inner thighs again and she moaned softly. The nails felt so sensuous on the tightly stretched skin. When her hips flexed, Hilary moved her hands away from her body. Her hands moved towards her breasts but she forced her arms out and lay there trying to relax and let her growing orgasm subside. Her eyes were on the shimmering sunlight through the moving leaves above her head but her mind was on the itchy antsy feeling between her legs. She sighed and moved her hands so that she could roll her nipples around with one finger on each. Her mind wandered back to earlier when she arrived. She had parked at the head of the public nature trail but instead of taking it, she had crossed the road and climbed the barbed wire fence. With her small drink cooler in one hand and the blanket in the other, she had crossed a short wooded section to the start of the fields. Stopping at the edge, she spent a moment looking around and listening. Nothing looked out of place. It looked exactly as it had at the end of the summer before except the grass was taller and greener. She sat the cooler and blanket down long enough to take off her t-shirt. She shivered at being naked from the waist up and the possibility of being seen by someone. It wasn't a big possibility but never the less. She knew she had an exhibitionist streak and had always had one. The problem was her deep seated shyness. She would never dare to show it in the city but out here.... Out here was different for some reason. At least in her mind. The first time she had come out to the nature trail with some of the girls from the office had been eye opening to say the least. Five young women in a small Honda had been crowded but fun all the same. At the trailhead they piled out and gathered their stuff out of the trunk. Hilary had her camera and a water bottle. Their car was the only one in the parking lot. To make a long story short, they hadn't gone a hundred yards down the trail when one of the girls whipped off her t-shirt. It wasn't long before Hilary was the only one with her shirt on. A little teasing from the rest of the girls and she had blushed deeply as she pulled hers off. Her breasts were full and her nipples were so hard they ached. The dark circles under them were crinkled. They were so hard from the eyes of the others and the fact that she was outside. That was the first time she had ever been naked in front of anyone besides her one lover since high school gym classes. She had been flat chested and embarrassed back then but now the admiring looks made her sex clench up tightly. It had been a thrilling day and the feeling of being naked outside had grown as they hiked the trail. She still had the photos she took that day. A lot of them contained at least one of the other girls. They ended up being her wintertime masturbation material. Not the girls so much as the memory of the feelings of being naked in public with others around. Hilary sighed deeply and used a fingernail to flick her right nipple back and forth. The sharp edge of her nail made her jerk and the smooth side made her whimper. She had thought about finding her a place to lay naked somewhere along the nature trail so she could see people ever so often but the fear of being caught kept her on this side of the road. She sighed and moved her hands back to the blanket. As far as she knew the girls from work had never came back out to the nature trail. She wondered why that was. She sighed again and sat up. She had a long view of the hillside to her left and a long view of the slope back toward the road. She was far enough away from the road that she couldn't even hear cars or trucks on it. Not that there was much traffic. Her knees were still spread wide as she came up on them. She stretched her arms high over her head and rocked from side to side. She could feel her breasts sliding against her chest with a sensuous slippery feeling. The little beads of sweat slowly sliding down her body felt fantastic. She felt so alive. A soft buzzing noise froze her like a statue. It was coming from her left. Her head snapped around in that direction and she scanned the fields and then the wood line that edged the hill in an arc. There was nothing in sight but the buzzing was getting louder. Suddenly there was movement at the edge of the brush where the arc was the highest. Hilary dropped to her stomach and lifted her head. Two people on a four-wheeled motorcycle were riding along the edge of the woods. She groaned softly as she wondered if the grass was tall enough to hide her where she was. She also wondered how she could get dressed quickly without being seen. There was no way, she realized. About then she realized it was a woman and a man on the four-wheeler and both were naked. She groaned again and her hips flexed up and down several times as she wondered if being naked outside made the woman on the motorcycle as horny as it made her. The woman was sitting back against an ice chest and her feet were on a set of pegs, her knees were raised and spread really wide. They were too far to see much detail but the woman had breasts much like her own and they rolled on her chest as the four-wheeler crossed the uneven terrain. The woman's hands were extended out to each side and rested on the wide rear fenders. The man's attention was fixed on the ground in front of the bike but the woman was looking around. Hilary couldn't decide whether to duck her head or remain still. If she moved it might draw the woman's attention but if she didn't the woman might see her anyway. They were farther down the hill but she wasn't sure if that made any difference. She was right next to the tree so maybe her dark hair blended in. She had no way of knowing. As the motorcycle moved farther down the hill, Hilary had to wiggle forward to keep them in sight. When she reached the edge of the blanket, she pushed up on her hands higher and leaned forward. The bike kept moving and she was soon up on her hands and knees looking around the tree. The bike was now at the bottom of the hill. The bike stopped and the engine died. Hilary groaned softly and leaned in against the tree trunk. She could feel the rough bark against her shoulder and hip. Then she gave a jerk as the thought that her ass might be sticking out from behind the tree. That thought made her shiver and groan again. She started to lie down and back up but the man stood up and stretched as he looked around. He was very muscular with an odd tan. His lower arms and an area under his throat were deeply tanned. The rest of him was white except for his dark colored dick, which stuck straight out and bent down slightly at the end. Hilary whimpered softly. It was the biggest dick she had ever seen in person. The woman leaned forward and planted a kiss on each of his ass cheeks as her hands went around his hips and grabbed his dick. Her one hand was at the base and the other above it. There was still room for another hand above those. Hilary whimpered softly as her mind put her hand on the large dick. Her two hands had covered her one lover's dick completely. With a twisting motion, the woman ran her hands up and down the shaft. The man turned at the waist and said something to her but Hilary couldn't hear his words. She could only see his lips move. The woman laughed and leaned back as she let go of his dick. It now stood up a little more and didn't droop nearly as much. It looked even bigger than before. The man dismounted and helped the woman to dismount. He took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. Hilary groaned as her mind tried to put herself in the woman's place. Naked outside and being kissed by an equally as naked man. Her mind tried to figure out if that big dick was between them or between the woman's thighs. Either way it would have been heaven, she thought. She watched as his hands roamed the woman's back and then down to cup and squeeze her butt. Hilary groaned softly at the way his big hands covered most of each ass cheek and spread the cheeks apart with each squeeze. Suddenly she realized her hips were jerking and flexing. One of her fingers was rolling her clit around slowly. Hilary jerked her hand away from her sex but her hips continued to move but more slowly. She was right on the ragged edge of an orgasm. Her eyes had slowly closed but she jerked them back open to find the couple walking into the woods hand in hand. The man had a blanket under his arm. With a soft groan, Hilary backed up and laid down on the blanket. She rolled over on her back and spread her arms and legs wide. Her mind was supplying a movie of the two people in the woods fucking their brains out. Her hands found her breasts instantly and the right one kept trying to wander down to her sex. She kept having to stop it and move it back to her breast. She groaned deeply as her sex rolled up and back slowly. Hilary made a soft sound of frustration as her mind and body warred for control of her hand. Masturbate, get dressed and get out of there while the couple was distracted was also an idea floating around in her head. Who they were and what they were doing was an even bigger question. She rolled to the side and looked down the hill. Could she get down the hill, spy on them, and get away without getting caught. She rolled back over and groaned as her hand slowly moved down her belly toward her sex. The movie of them making love was back in full swing. The woman was straddling the guy's hips and bouncing up and down on that big dick. Her hands were massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. That big dick was stretching her vagina until it hurt so deliciously. Hilary let out a soft yell and arched up. Her finger was rolling her clit round as she exploded in a blazing ball of pure pleasure. The orgasm ran on and on as her finger teased her clit deliciously. Her toes were pointed and kept clenching and unclenching. Her stomach was jerking and her thigh muscles burned as her legs quivered and shook. ***** With a deep shivery sigh Hilary opened her eyes. The light was shimmering through the leaves above her head. Her legs were still spread wide and her arms were thrown out to the side. She was so relaxed that she couldn't have moved if she had to. She had never had an orgasm so all consuming before. She smiled up at the shimmering light and then sighed deeply again. Her mind went to the people in the woods and the smile turned to a grin. "I hope they had as much fun as I did," she whispered softly. ***** It was a while later when she got to her knees and looked around the tree toward the four-wheeler. It sat in the same spot and there was no sign of the couple. She got to her feet and folded the blanket. With her shorts and t-shirt hooked through the handle of the cooler and the blanket under her left arm, she started walking toward the point she had come into the field. Knowing that the couple could come out of the woods at any time made her walk on her toes with the itchy antsy feeling between her thighs growing stronger with every step. The fact that she could feel the slick slippery feeling up between her thighs made it even more exciting. Between the monster orgasm and now walking naked across the field, she was wet halfway to her knees on both inner thighs. She steeled herself not to keep looking at the four-wheeler. She had been able to see it out of the corner of her eye as she had started but now.... She groaned softly and then whimpered. If she looked around and the couple was there, she would probably come again. The cooler and blanket on one side and a coke in the other hand was all that kept her hands off her breasts and out of her sex. With a deep shuddery breath she turned her head and looked toward the four-wheeler. She gave a shiver and a soft groan, as she didn't see anyone. There was a feeling of disappointment as she looked forward. She marveled at that considering her shyness. "It's the distance," she whispered softly. "The separation." She reached the point where she had stopped on the way in and took off her t-shirt. She bent at the waist and sat the cooler down and sat her coke on top of it. She laid the blanket next to it and then pulled her shorts out of the handle. Only then did she turn around and look toward the four-wheeler. With a loud gasp she froze. The couple was standing next to it with their arms around each other's waists and looking directly at her. One part of her mind wanted to run into the woods and hide. Another was feeding all sorts of fantasies to her. The two main ones had to do with either her walking over to them or them riding over to her. She wouldn't allow herself to think beyond that. If she did, she would be coming like mad again. As it was, the woman waved at her and she found herself waving back. She took her time putting her shorts on and then her t-shirt. Her legs were trembling by the time she was dressed. When she waved at the couple, they both waved back. When she picked up the blanket, coke, and cooler, the man yelled, "You're welcome here any time." "Thank you," Hilary yelled back and then turned to walk into the woods. She was grinning from ear to ear. She knew if she ever saw them again, she wouldn't hide. She would stand up and wave. After today, anything and everything was possible. Hilary Duff's Hawaiian Heat I've always been a sun freak. Give me a sandy beach, warm rays and the crashing waves, and I'm in paradise. So, it's only natural that my favorite vacation spot is Maui...the closest thing to heaven anyone's ever going to find. My job's a pressure pit—always have to meet the next deadline, always have to get the issue out—but, with a lot of extra hours and a few late nights, I was able to get a two-week slot for a Hawaiian vacation. Unfortunately, I'd broken up with my longtime girlfriend four months earlier and, despite a few promising dates, I hadn't really connected with anybody yet. So, this time, I was flying solo. The vacation had been going well—the weather was beautiful and I was getting a nice tan—but I couldn't shake the feeling of being a little lonely. While I was lying on my beach towel soaking up the rays, I couldn't help but notice all the gorgeous women strolling past me. Almost every one of them was wearing a skimpy bikini, with breasts overflowing and tiny thongs disappearing into their round, supple asses. I began to feel primal urges coming over me; I felt like a teenager who was looking at his first skin flick. Like I said, I'd been single for a few months now and, sexually speaking, I felt like a bull in a pen...just waiting to be let loose. I grabbed a towel from my bag and laid it over my crotch, to make sure nobody saw the growing bulge in my Speedo. After the hardon passed, I decided to take a walk on the beach, taking in the sights of the island. I walked for a while, letting the water lap at my feet and ankles. Before I even realized it, I had arrived at a very remote stretch of beach, with almost nobody around. It was kind of nice, actually; as much as I love Maui, the crowds can become too much sometimes. I was about to take a nice, long swim when I noticed long, blonde hair bobbing in the waves, several yards out. I could only see her face in profile, but I knew it was familiar. After straining to see, it finally hit me: It was Hilary Duff, and she was making her way to shore. Although I can't say I ever was a fan of her music or her movies, I always found her to be remarkably beautiful. And as she'd become older and filled out, I must admit, she'd become an object of lustful fantasy for me. As she came closer and closer to shore, my mind raced back to her July 4th beach trip (captured by the paparazzi, of course). When I saw those photos, it was the moment I realized a beautiful girl had flowered into a gorgeous woman. As I clicked from picture to picture, I couldn't take my eyes off her surprisingly full breasts, tight and toned belly, and shapely behind. And now...in the same black bikini, no less...she was walking from the shallows right up to me! "Hey," she said, using both hands to pull her hair back and wring the seawater from it. I wanted to say something, but I couldn't. I just let out a heavy breath and tried to keep my eyes on her face, rather than looking at her hard nipples poking insistently through her bikini top. "It's beautiful here, isn't it?" she asked, seemingly unfazed by my awkward silence. "Oh yeah, I just love it," I managed to say, my voice suddenly hoarse and rasping. "It's just...paradise." Hilary opened her mouth as if she was going to respond, but then just smirked, let out a little chuckle and swung her head down. She used both hands to mat her hair back again, causing the remaining moisture to trickle down her golden mane and drip onto her shoulders. She laughed again, louder this time, and, with a smile, looked me in the eyes. "I don't know if I should be flattered or offended." It took me a couple of seconds to process what she'd said and, even after I did, I still didn't understand. My puzzlement must have been obvious because, just seconds later, she pointed toward my crotch. I looked down and—to my complete surprise—the material was wildly misshapen because of my massive erection. My face turned bright red, but, for some reason, my hardon became even more engorged. It shifted inside my bathing suit...and it was clear Hilary noticed. I stammered, trying to get out an apology, but the words wouldn't come. But Hilary just kept smiling and laughing...clearly, she was taking this as a compliment. Despite her reassuring reaction, I still hadn't been able to speak when, out of nowhere, she grabbed my cock through my Speedo. I was so aroused, and she grabbed me with such force, that I felt like I was going to cum right then and there. Her demeanor was serious now. "Why don't we go back to my room," she breathed. I obliged. She led the way up the beach and toward a beautiful hotel area. My erection was still raging, but I didn't care who saw. Every once in a while, she let her hand drift back, grazing my bulge. Every time, I grew more and more rigid....I almost felt like it was going to bust at the seams. When we got to her room, I forcefully pushed the door closed behind me, ready to ravish her. As I was about to pull my bathing suit off, she put up her hand. "Hold it," she said. "I'm going to take a shower first, put on something sexy for you and then we'll have a good time." As she disappeared into the bathroom, I pulled off the suit and lay on the bed...waiting for her to emerge. I turned on the television and noticed that a porno DVD menu came up. I pressed play and grabbed hold of my shaft. A while later, she emerged from the steamy bathroom in a robe, finding me slowly rubbing my shaft. She let the robe drop, revealing a sexy red bra and panty set. She smiled seductively at me and asked, "Are you ready?" I was so turned on that I immediately shot up off the bed and grabbed hold of her. Her small frame nearly disappeared in my six-foot-one body. I pushed her back against the wall and slipped my hand under the front of her bra. With one hard tug, I ripped it off, tearing right through the fabric. Her B-cup breasts, with brown areolas and hard, prominent nipples, fell free. I hungrily took her right nipple into my mouth, teasing it with my tongue and tugging it gently with my lips. Meanwhile, I grabbed her left breast with my hand—palming it—while she wrapped both hands around my engorged cock. I fell to my knees, almost climaxing from the sensation of both Hilary's hands slowly slipping from my dick. Grabbing her panties from the left and right sides, in one fast motion, I pulled them down, revealing a full bush of light blonde hair. I buried my nose in her pussy and lapped at her swollen clitoris. She let out a guttural grunt...not even a moan, but the kind of sound you only could make when your body is moving faster than your mind. I could feel her pussy lips quivering around my tongue, as it explored all Hilary's most sensitive areas. I stood up and grabbed her, lifting her with both arms and laying her on the bed. I knelt at the side and pushed her legs up in the air and apart. Her vagina was soaked, and I greedily lapped up all her succulent juices. She was breathless, gasping for air as the sensations overpowered her. I took her right vaginal lip into my mouth and gently tugged it with my lips, releasing it with a faint "Thwack." I did it a few more times, as her vagina reddened with excitement and stimulation. "Put it in me," she croaked. With Hilary lying sideways on the bed, I lifted her legs high in the air and, with me still standing on the ground, lined myself up with her tight slit. I pulled back for a moment, slipping two fingers in to prepare her for my imminent invasion. She was incredibly tight, and I tried to stretch the vaginal walls as I probed inside her. Her breathing became more rapid and, between moans, she repeated, "Put it inside me. Put it inside me!" I once again lined my cock up with her slit and, taking the shaft in my hand, pushed the head inside. My dick's about eight inches long, and maybe six inches around. When I first saw how tight she was, I knew I'd have to use my fingers to prepare her for me. But she wanted it so much, I didn't have as much time for foreplay as would have been best. She cried out as I penetrated, causing me to stop and pull back. "Is it OK," I asked. "Do you want me to stop?" "Be gentle," she said. "It hurts." "You've done this before, right?" I asked, jerking myself off as I spoke to maintain my raging erection. "Just once," she said. "Be gentle." I pushed the head up against her quivering lips again. "You ready?" I asked. She nodded. With that, I once again penetrated, wedging about two inches inside her. Although she groaned in protest, I held it inside this time, letting her vagina relax around me. Even though only the tip of my dick was inside her, the wet warmth radiated from my heels to the tips of my ears. After several seconds, her body became less tense and I surged forward, penetrating three...four...five...six inches. She groaned again, wincing as the tip of my dick insistently pressed into the heart of her genitals. Her vagina narrowed and I stopped my pressure, leaving only an inch or two outside of her. I held myself there...buried deep inside...giving her body more time to accommodate my member. I withdrew all but the tip of the head and, in a fast motion, thrust myself in deeply, causing my large, loose scrotum to smack against her thighs. Hilary moaned loudly and grabbed both her breasts, tweaking her nipples with her fingers. They looked like double-sized pencil erasers by now, and she began squeezing them between her index fingers and thumbs. Her body was relaxed now and much more accommodating, I began delivering deep and hard thrusts, my sac rhythmically hitting her thighs and ass. Although she was still very tight, she was so wet that, after a couple minutes, I pulled out and used the bed sheet to wipe my cock dry and maximize the pleasurable friction. Then, with one thrust, I surged inside again, my dick enveloped by her velvety constriction. We changed positions, as she got on all fours and I got behind her. She grabbed the headboard as I lay my hands on both her shoulders. I penetrated deeply, grinding myself into her and making a circular motion with my hips. Then I began thrusting again, and the force of my large body transmitted through her, causing the headboard to crash loudly against the wall. The plaster was chipping as we continued, the room cacophonous from the slamming of the headboard, Hilary's moans and cries of ecstasy, my grunts and the sound of my hot flesh smacking against her own. I knew my orgasm was close, so I withdrew. Wordlessly, she flipped from her hands and knees onto her back, spreading her legs wide and fingering her clit vigorously. On my knees, I positioned myself over her and jerked myself off, preparing to unload a sea of cum. She climaxed first, crying out in uncontrollable pleasure, wriggling underneath me and grabbing the sheets with both hands. Her orgasm continued for about 20 seconds. After it was over, she began playing with my balls as I began to climax. My first rope of cum flew a couple of feet and onto her chin. The second rope, even larger than the first, hit the headboard, running down the stained wood and dripping onto her damp hair. The sensation was so overpowering that my hands dropped from my cock and onto the bed, as I tried to steady myself. Hilary grabbed my member and continued jerking--unleashing four more ropes, which tattooed her neck, chest and breasts. Soaked with sweat, I fell onto the bed beside her, my breath taken away. My genitals were literally sore from the climax...my balls tingled with a dull ache. "I have a movie shoot tomorrow morning," Hilary said. "My assistant's going to be here at six." Her words were muffled by a sperm-soaked sheet partially covering her mouth. "I should be able to move by then," I heaved. I rolled over and grabbed my watch. Hilary, Exotic Dancer Chapter 1 My name is Hilary. I'm a senior at Georgia Tech, just back from a year of overseas study in France. And I'm running out of money. If I can't make some money quickly, I'm going to have to drop out. My parents don't want that, but they don't have another dollar to give me, and I am borrowed up to the max. I work on campus 16 hours a week, but they pay me a pathetic $8 an hour, and that's for cleaning the dishes after dinner in the dorm cafeteria. What a godawful job!! I've been whining about this to anyone who will listen, but no one has any ideas. I check the want ads for any retail jobs that might pay $10 or $11, but the economy sucks, and I can't find a thing. One day I was perusing the want ads, feeling like I was wasting my time, when I came across an ad that said "Exotic dancers wanted. Great pay. Short hours. Contact Steve at ***-**** at The Pussy Willow Club." I thought, yeah right, but a friend from high school had become an exotic dancer, and she said the money was beyond her wildest dreams. Beyond my wildest dreams was about how much money I needed to complete school. I hesitated, but not very long. I called the number. "Pussy Willow Club" "Yes, I saw your ad for exotic dancers. Can I speak to Steve?" "Hold on." I waited a couple of minutes. "Hi, this is Steve." "This is Hilary. I'm calling about the exotic dancer job." "Well, how old are you?" "I'm 20." "That's legal. Are you hot?" I didn't like the way this conversation was going, but what choice did I have? I decided to be a wiseass. "Well, all the guys I've blown have told me I am." Steve laughed. "Well, I can't tell if you are hot over the phone, but I love smartasses. Come on in for an interview." I scheduled a time on Tuesday, and arrived promptly. The club looked a little seedy with all the lights up, but I figured it wouldn't be too bad in the dim illumination of evening. And it didn't smell like old beer, which was a welcome change from most bars I had been in. Steve came out and shook my hand. "Hi, Hilary." "Call me Hil," I said. "OK, Hil, come into my office." We sat down, him behind his desk, and me in front in a swivel chair. I had decided to dress conservatively. I have no idea why. I was wearing a calf length brown skirt, and a white blouse with long sleeves, buttoned all the way up. Steve said "I like your look right away. Have you ever done this before?" "No, but I really need money, and I've heard this pays really well." "You heard right. Now, the first time a girl decides to try this for a living, it can be a bit of a shock. I'm going to ask you to do some things that may make you uncomfortable, but they are things you need to be able to do to perform this work, and performance is what it's all about. So will you trust me to walk you through some exercises?" I could see where this was going, and I was no shrinking flower, so I said "I can handle whatever you throw at me." "Leave your shoes here and follow me." We went out to the dance platform (stage), where the floor was shiny, and there was a pole every 3 or 4 feet. "OK, Hil, take off your skirt, and your blouse. For now you can leave your bra and panties on." I did it, put them down, and stood there in front of him. He handed me a pair of spiked high heels, which I put on. He looked me up and down. "Yes, you are hot. If you can get through the training, you will make a whole lot of money." "How much money?" I asked. "Well, we pay you $25 an hour" Before he could go on, I was already excited. How naïve I was. "You work 15 minutes each hour of a 4 hour shift. We pay you for the whole hour. You work 4 nights a week. Then in tips you can expect anywhere from $100 to $250, depending on how good you are." "Wow, I said, you mean I could earn, like, about $200 or $300 each night?" Steve looked at me and laughed. "No, I meant $100 to $250 in tips AN HOUR!! You could earn a $1000 or more every night you work." I stopped breathing. I looked for a chair to sit down, but there wasn't one, so I leaned against the pole. Steve laughed again. "Yeah, I know how you feel. The first time a girl hears that, she's rendered speechless." I got my wits about me, and said "OK, you certainly have my attention. What's next?" "OK," said Steve, "I want to see if you can play with the pole and how you dance." He walked over to the music console, pushed a button, and I heard Donna Summer's Hot Stuff firing up. Great song to dance to. Steve turned the volume down so I could hear him. "You're on," said Steve. I closed my eyes and started to dance. I swiveled my hips and moved my arms over my head, and just generally tried to look sexy. I don't know why I wasn't bothered by doing this in my bra and panties in front of Steve, but I guess all I could think about was the money, and money has a way of lowering your inhibitions. "Now play with the pole". I grabbed the pole, and swung to one side, then the other. I straddled the pole, and wrapped my long hair around it. I climbed up a foot, then slid down, with my pussy rubbing up against the pole. "Very nice," said Steve. "You're not going to need much training. Now, don't get uncomfortable, but I need you to be completely naked." I froze. Why, I wondered. Was he going to pull some funny stuff? "Relax, kid. I've been doing this for 12 years. I've hired well over 100 girls, and I've seen them all naked, many times. It just goes with the territory." I eyed him warily, but what was I to do? I took my high heels off first, and set them down. Then I removed my bra, and set that down. I hesitated, then pulled my panties down quickly and kicked them aside. Steve looked me up and down. "You have a spectacular body for this sort of work. Only one thing. The bush has to go." "What? I have to shave my pubic hair?" "Yes. Believe me, I'm an old timer, and I really miss the days of hairy pussies, but those days are gone. The men sitting around the dance platform want to see a slit, and the more naked it looks, the more money you get." "I've never shaved there before." "OK, come with me to the dressing room." He started to walk away. I grabbed my bra and panties, skirt and blouse, and put the bra and panties on awkwardly as we were walking. We got to the dressing room and there before me was a beautiful statuesque black girl, 6 feet tall if she was an inch, high cheekbones, long smooth hair, gorgeous chocolate color skin, breasts that were the most perfect I had ever seen, and legs that went from here to eternity. She was wearing a thong and no top, as she was in the process of changing. She seemed totally relaxed in her body. "Jet, meet Hil, our newest dancer. She needs help. First, what should we call her?" Jet looked me up and down and said "Celeste." I had no idea how she arrived at that name so quickly, but I kind of liked it. It had a European flavor. "That's good, Jet. You have the knack. Now do me a favor, and shave Celeste's bush." OK, now this was going too far. "What? Why can't I do it myself?" Steve laughed. "If you've never shaved your bush before, you will cut yourself about 12 times, and be no good for performing for about 2 weeks." I thought about losing possibly $8000, and that made my decision. "Fine. Now?" "Yes, now", said Jet. She pointed to the massage table that apparently was used to relax the girls after a strenuous dance, and she said "take off your panties and lay down". I did. Jet got a razor and a mug and brush (the old fashioned way), a glass of warm water, a washcloth, and a hand towel. She sat down on a stool next to the table, took the washcloth, dipped it in the water, squeezed out the excess, and started to wash my pussy. Honestly, the table was relaxing, and the warm water really felt good. She was gentle. I didn't say anything. I figured it was up to her to make conversation. She washed me for quite awhile. She made no effort to be discrete. What I mean is, she washed my clit and lips without hesitation. Having warm water rubbed over my clit with a washcloth was making me just a little turned on. I didn't think that was such a good idea, but it felt so good that I didn't say anything. She then poured a little water in the shaving mug, sloshed it around, and then soaped up the brush. If you've never felt a badger hair brush against your skin, you don't know what the word sensual means. She soaped up my cunt, and I was really getting into it. Then she took the razor. I was a little nervous, but she seemed confident. She grabbed my clit hood and pulled back so that the skin was stretched and she started shaving. I couldn't believe she was actually holding my clit, when I was already turned on. Each time she finished one section, she let go of my clit, and rinsed the razor in the glass. Then she grabbed my clit again, and shaved some more. After 5 or 6 times, I was feeling really hot, and my cunt was getting wet. This was embarrassing, but what could I do? She kept it up, and I uttered an involuntary groan at one point, and closed my eyes in shame. "Celeste, you're fine. Everyone gets turned on when they get shaved. Just go with it. But don't lift your butt while I'm shaving you, or I might amputate something that you would miss very dearly." I laughed. Jet had the most beautiful accent. I wasn't sure where from, probably the Caribbean, and I could listen to her talk forever. I couldn't believe how relaxed she was, so I did as I was told. Each time she grabbed, I got hotter and hotter. The shave itself felt great. It was like cool air blowing on my pussy. She finished before I did, which was a BIG disappointment. She wiped me off with the handtowel. Then she put her hand fully on my shaved pussy, feeling the wetness, and said "I know how you feel. Would you mind if I help?" I had never been with a woman, but it was pretty clear what she meant. I was so turned on that I blurted out "go ahead, knock yourself out". She laughed. She got up from the stool, and walked to the front of the table. She parted my legs so that they hung over the edge on each side. She climbed up between my legs, lowered her head, and began to kiss my inner thighs. Her beautiful breasts were hanging just a foot away, and I couldn't stop looking at them. Jet started to lick my pussy and clit. I've had oral done on me by men, but Jet was world class. I wondered why I had never tried this before. My ass began to undulate, and she licked alternately gently and then rough. She bit my clit softly and I almost exploded right there. She stuck her tongue inside me, and seemed to enjoy licking the wetness from my lips. She reached up, pushed her hand under my bra, and massaged my breast. I reached down as far as I could, and massaged one of her perfect breasts. Omigod, it felt so firm. I could tell they were real, and they were killer. More licking, sucking, fondling. What was I doing? Shit, who cared. I was beyond saving at this point. One last bite on my clit, and I screamed, arched my back, and came like I hadn't come for years. My back kept arching for what seemed like a full minute, and my kegels kept squeezing open and shut involuntarily, each time giving me another mini orgasm. It took awhile to regain control. Jet got up off the table and started to clean up the shaving gear. I got up on my elbows so I could look at her. "Jet, that was better than any orgasm I ever got from a man. What's your secret?" She laughed. "I'm a woman, that's the secret. I know what feels good to me, and I just did it to you." I wanted to reciprocate, but I didn't know how to ask. "Jet, you must need some help right now, I would think." "Celeste, just relax. I'm going to take a bath and have sex with the faucet. Don't always feel you have to give when you get. Don't worry, I want you to do me some time, but it will be when you least expect it." With that she walked away. I watched her ass cheeks sway as she headed for the shower area. I got up from the table, put my panties back on, then my skirt and blouse. I walked back to Steve's office and knocked. He said "come in." I entered. I sat down and put my shoes back on. "I guess I'm ready to start", I said. Steve said "I see you passed Jet's initiation." "How can you tell?" "Your face is all flushed. Jet doesn't do that for everyone. She must find you very attractive. Jet is the hottest dancer we have ever had here. Her typical weekly earnings are about $9000. You do the math. When she is done here in about 3 years, she will be heading back to Jamaica a very wealthy woman. But enough about Jet. You are now Celeste. Today is Tuesday. Be here at 7:00 on Thursday for some last minute instruction, and your first dance." I walked out of the office, and headed for the door. I felt unbelievably relaxed, excited about the prospect of earning so much money, and frankly quite enamored of Jet. I was really looking forward to another sexual encounter with her. Chapter 2 I arrived promptly at 7:00 on Thursday at the Pussy Willow Club. The club was noisy, but I could not see anyone in the audience as I had come in through the private entrance. It would not do for the girls to walk in the front door. That would be asking for trouble. I went right to the dressing room. There were 3 girls already there, including Jet. They were in various states of dress and undress, getting ready for the set to begin at 8:00. I was nervous, and wanted to say hi to Jet. I walked up to her, and tapped her shoulder. When she turned around, she smiled and, despite her naked breasts, gave me a big hug. "Nice to see you again, Celeste. Girls, this is Celeste, the latest addition to our Pussy Club. Celeste, this is Chili and this is North Star." I actually shook hands with the half naked young ladies. This would have been funny if I wasn't so nervous. Jet was clearly in charge, and I was grateful for that. She showed me to my locker, gave me a choice of costumes (I picked a French maid affair. Cliché, but it fit with the name Celeste). "Now, under that outfit you will be wearing a very, very skimpy lace bra, and a thong that might as well not be there. Here's a drawer full of them, so pick out what you like" I did. "Now, change into your costume, and we'll go over the schedule." There was no privacy here, and I could see that it didn't matter, so I got completely naked in front of my locker, and put on the thong, bra, and maid outfit. Jet then told me that I would be the 3rd dancer of the set, meaning I'd be on at 8:30 (Jet was ALWAYS last, and most anticipated by the crowd). 8:00 came around quickly. I watched from behind the curtain as Chili was announced and walked out on the stage. She got a hearty round of applause. I was able to see the line of men from where I stood. They looked pretty ordinary. Every man had a drink in front of him, and some were eating sandwiches. These were the men at the ringside seats around the stage. I could see more men in the shadows behind them. Chili started her routine, and I was mesmerized. She had a way of moving her body that was sexy as hell, and it was obvious that the men thought so too. In short order she was down to her bra and thong, wiggling up to the men, and getting bills put in the tiny elastic band around her pussy. After collecting a whole lot of bills, she removed her bra, and she started to work the poll. Very cool athletic moves. Then she did something that I wasn't prepared for. She did a slow strip off of her thong. Now, I hadn't discussed this with Steve, but I thought that being totally naked in a strip club was illegal in Georgia. Apparently I was wrong. This meant I was expected to do the same thing. I was taken aback, but I had gone this far, and I had already mentally spent the money, and I rationalized that the thong was so miniscule that I might as well be naked anyway. Chili undulated around the pole, and spread her legs, and bent over, and walked the stage giving every man a close view of her shaved cunt. Bills were flying through the air as she simulated masturbation while sitting on the floor. This was quite a performance, and I could see how all the attention from the men would be intoxicating. Chili finished her routine to thunderous applause. North Star came on next and I won't bother you with all the details except to say that she got completely naked, too. I was on next. I heard Steve announce that a new girl, Celeste, was starting tonight, and that the men should give her a grand welcome. Next thing I knew I was out on the platform, getting a lot of clapping and whistling. I smiled, and before I knew it, I was dancing. I did some moves with the pole, and I sashayed up to the men in the front row. I was still fully clothed, but they still seemed to be very attentive. Actually, as I got closer, I noticed a couple of the men were actually young and cute. This surprised me, but it made me eager to please. My fantasy mode kicked in, and I began to dance more erotically. I removed my apron, then my top, and then my skirt. I took my time doing it, and made it strip-teasy. I must have done well, because bills were floating around me even before I was down to bra and thong. As soon as I was almost naked, I began to feel cool and quivery. The exhibitionist side of my personality was coming out. I was actually getting turned on. I could feel a bit of moisture between my legs, which I knew was not supposed to happen to a professional exotic dancer. But I couldn't help it. I danced up to the men, and focused on one cute guy in particular. I squatted down, pointed my ass to him, and wiggled suggestively. He reached out and put a bill in the string. His hand lingered, and he rubbed my thigh gently. I trembled and I could feel more moisture. I moved to the pole, and slithered up and down as I removed my bra. Much whistling from the men, and I massaged and squeezed my ample breasts. They liked it, and I liked it. I was ready for the final exposure. I stepped away from the pole, spread my legs wide, put my thumbs under the thong, and pulled it down slowly. It stretched across my thighs, and exposed my newly shaved pussy. I left the thong half way down, and danced around the whole perimeter of the stage, rubbing my pussy, and jiggling my boobs. I could see more bills flying. I stopped, and ripped the thong off completely. I was now naked, and loving it. The whirling and whistling and gyrating and playing with myself, and fucking the pole. Well, I was hot, and there was nothing I could do about it. I could feel the moisture running down my leg. I was now so turned on that I decided to do something that would either get me in trouble, or make me the most popular dancer ever to perform at the Pussy Willow. I sat down in front of the pole, and leaned against it. I spread my legs as far as they would go, so that nearly every man there could see my cunt. I started to seriously play with my clit and lips, and with the other hand, massage my breasts. The men got quiet, and when I opened my eyes to see what was going on, I could see some of them frantically moving a hand in their laps. I couldn't see below the edge of the stage, but it was pretty obvious what they were doing. I was delighted. Masturbation in a strip club was grounds for arrest, but I was getting them so hot that they didn't care. Knowing that a dozen men were beating off while intently watching my face and neck and tits and cunt and ass cheeks and thighs and moving fingers just doubled my excitement and euphoria. I closed my eyes again and drifted into a state of ecstacy. I continued to massage myself, moisture now dripping on the platform in front of me. I undulated my body, and the harmonic pulsations I was feeling were overwhelming. I knew that I was going to actually come, and that was the thing that could make or break me. Hilary, Exotic Dancer My rubbing got more vigorous, and I felt an explosion forming deep inside. I put two fingers inside of me, and massaged my g-spot, then jammed the fingers deeper. I removed my fingers, and squeezed and kneaded my clit. I actually spread my legs even further, further than I thought they could go. I felt the explosion climb higher and higher. I bent my knees, and I lifted my ass, and my head fell back, and then I screamed and I came and came and came, stiffening my shoulders and arms and legs with the intensity of the orgasm. I gyrated uncontrollably, and I actually think I came twice, which I'd never done before. I lifted my body in the air a few more times, then sat back down on the floor and rested for a moment. I opened my eyes. All the men were dead silent, some were still stroking, most were done, and reaching for their handkerchiefs. There was a mood of astonishment, as though nothing like this had ever happened before, and maybe it hadn't. I thought the men wanted to cheer, but it would have broken the mood. Then one man, the cute one I was dancing for earlier, stood up, took out his wallet, removed a $100 bill, and placed it reverently on the platform. Then he saluted me, and sat down. Others followed suit, and before long the edge of the platform was covered in large bills. I got up. There was a puddle where I had been sitting. I didn't know what to do about that, so I did nothing. I remained naked, and walked around the stage picking up the bills. I saw the glazed look on the faces of the men as I smiled at them. I was proud of what I had just done. I was probably going to get in trouble, but I had given a bunch of men a lot of pleasure, I had given myself a wonderful orgasm in public (a particularly nice fantasy of mine), and I had made a bunch of money. As I left the stage and went behind the curtain, I passed Jet on her way out. She had a look of what I can only describe as awe on her face. This made me feel even better. When I got back stage, I did a quick count of the bills. Nearly $2000!!!! I had to sit down to digest what was happening. I had made nearly $2000 for 15 minutes work. And I could do this 4 nights a week. And live out a fantasy at the same time. I thought, forget college. I believe I have found my new career.