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Wet Miranda's Live Sex Show

By: Wet Miranda



"Are you sure this is the right place, Dan?" I asked my boyfriend. We were wandering around the Red Light district of Amsterdam, and the streets all looked the same. There were sex shops everywhere, and prostitutes in the windows of the brothels. I punched Dan playfully on the arm when I caught him looking at a tall blonde in a black bra and thong.

"Yes, I am sure. The dude at the hostel told me that it was Achterburgwal 190-45. Ah, this is it!

Dan pointed to a dingy looking staircase leading down to a door. We descended the staircase to the basement level, and opened the creaky door.

A tall black man stood in front of a velvet rope. We paid him the 25 Euros to get in. (about 12 or 13 dollars.) He let us go behind the rope, and we sat at a table near the stage. There was absolutely nothing happening on the stage. We ordered some drinks; Dan had a Heineken, and I ordered a rum and Coke. There was no entertainment going on except for some porno movies playing on some screens on the walls. Some slow sexy trance music was being played on the cheap speakers, and every once in awhile the CD would skip.

I surveyed the scene. There where about ten single guys. Some were dressed nicely, in fine tailored suits, but most were in jeans and t-shirts. There were two other couples besides Dan and myself. The couples looked like they were in their thirties. Every one was staring at the stage, not sure when the show was expected to start.

I held hands with Dan, and he squeezed my hands, no doubt excited about the live sex show we where about to see. We chatted about our vacation so far, reminiscing about the wonderful French food we had dined on the night before. I remembered the wonderful consommé, and I could still taste the crème brulee in my mind. Dan let go of my hand and put it on my leg under the table. 

"I am so excited about this, honey!" Dan whispered in my ear. "People having sex right on this stage for an audience, my God, they would never have that back in the U.S.!" 

I was pretty excited too. I could not believe that people were about to fuck ten feet away from us. I tried to picture what the couple would look like. Would they be young or old? Would they look like professional porn stars, or just be average looking folks? Would there be any foreplay, or would they tear off each others clothing and just go at it right away? I didn't quite know what to expect, as I had never been to a sex show before. When Dan had brought up the idea of viewing a live sex show on our vacation in Amsterdam, I hadn't believed him. I thought he had been making the whole idea up. I knew that this was a liberal country, but I didn't believe that couples would really have the nerve to get up on stage and do something as private as having sex in front of a bunch of tourists.

I was very intrigued. I thought about what was going on in the performer's heads when they were on stage. Did they ever feel nervous? Did they get butterflies in there stomachs? Did they get stage fright? Talk about performance anxiety.

Evidently there was no waiter or waitress, so I got up and went to the bar. A tall man with sideburns and a top hat was bartending. He looked like someone out of the 1800s. 

"Wat kan ik voor u krijgen te drinken?" He asked me in Dutch.

"Geen spreekt Nederlands." I told him. No speak Dutch.

He smiled, and said "American! Welcome. What you having to drink, please?"

I ordered a Rum and Coke for myself and a Heineken for Dan. He made my drink while smiling at me. He chatted a little. "You excited to see show tonight? You never see sex show before?"

I told him that I had never seen a sex show before. 

"You like. Frans and Saskia are on the stage tonight."

"When does the show start?" 

"At 10:00, if they show up."

I wasn't sure what I meant, and I asked him to clarify. He explained to me that Frans and Saskia where great performers, but they were not very reliable, and sometimes the show was canceled. He promised me that we would be refunded if this happened.

I looked at my watch. It was 9:30. I paid the bartender for the drinks, and walked back to our table. It felt a little intimidating to look around the room and see only two other women. Many more guys had arrived; some where alone, and some where in groups. Some where dressed very sharply, but most of them were dressed very casually, in jeans and t-shirts.

The room had a strange combination of odors; coffee, cigarette smoke, and some very floral smelling incense. It was not unpleasant, just unusual. The furniture was totally mismatched; there were many different kinds of tables, and most of the chairs at each table where of a different design. Some where wood, some were metal, and there where even a few wicker chairs. The lights were dim, and there where many plants along the walls. The walls where all decorated with a striped red wallpaper that was starting to fade. The carpet was also red, and it was threadbare and stained with drinks in some parts. There were slow moving fans on the ceiling, along with a really nice chandelier.

I sat back down, and handed Dan his beer. I looked closely at the stage. It was right in the middle of the room. It was made of wood, and it was about two feet high. There were metal steps in one corner for the performers to ascend. The stage itself was painted black. There was a king sized bed in the middle, with four big fluffy pillows and a nice sheet with a floral design. There was a microphone at the edge of the stage. There was also an easy chair on the stage, along with a small coffee table and a small dresser. It looked like a strange combination of a living room and a bedroom, but all on a black stage with no walls. I was getting very curious about the show.

Dan kept looking at his watch, eager for the show to start. We nursed our drinks, and suddenly I noticed that it was 10:30 already, and the show hadn't started. People in the audience started muttering about the show being late. I was getting bored. I hoped that Frans and Saskia would show soon.

I went up to the bar again, and ordered another round. The bartender remembered me, and he quickly got the drinks. I asked him if the show was going to start soon.

"I am afraid not. Frans called in sick, and there will be no show, I am sorry. I was just about to tell room that show is not going on today."

I frowned, and asked him if there were other performers. 

"Yes, we have three other couples for show sometimes. But they are all not here. Some are on vacation in France, some are having night off, and some are not answering phone when I call."

"So what happens now?" I asked him.

"Well, we cancel show and give all people money back in pockets. I feel very sorry, no show tonight. Unless…no, I think no show tonight."

I wondered what he had been about to say. 

"Unless what?"

"What?" he said.

"You said 'unless' and then you stopped. Was there something you wanted to say?"

He suddenly looked very embarrassed for some reason. 

"No, nothing, no show tonight."

I was going crazy. He had dangled some slim hope of the show possibly going on, and then not completed the sentence.

"What is your name?" I asked the strange bartender.

"Cornelis. And your name, madam?" he replied.

"I'm Miranda. Pleased to meet you, Cornelis. Now I know you were about to tell me some way for the show to go on, please finish what comes after 'unless.'"

Again he looked embarrassed. He turned so that his head was no longer facing me, and he said "A few times, no very many, times, people from audience, they…how you say…step up to plate and make show go on."

It sounded like he was suggesting that couples from the audience had volunteered to be the performers on a few occasions in the past, but I wasn't sure I understood him correctly. I made him clarify his statement. "Cornelis, are you saying that people from the audience have gone on stage and had sex when the regular performers didn't show up?"

He turned very red. He would not make eye contact with me. "Only three other times, usually no one from audience will go on stage. I was going to…no, there is no show tonight."

Cornelis was starting to piss me off. I wished he would complete his sentences.

"You where going to what?"

"I was going to ask…no, nothing."

"Ask what?" I said to him, with my hands on my hips. He was infuriating me now with his unfinished statements.

"Oh, you are very pretty girl. If you and you gentlemen did show, we would be very happy and have great show tonight."

My jaw dropped to the floor. Was this strange man actually thinking about asking me to be in a sex show with my boyfriend? I was absolutely shocked. I had been prepared to see a live sex show, but I had no intention of being a participant in the show. Now I knew why he was nervous to talk to me.

The image of being up on the black stage and having sex with Dan in front of a crowd raced through my mind. The idea got me really horny. I had oftened fantasized about just such a scenario, but that was just a fantasy, nothing that I ever intended to really do. The thought of people having sex in front of a crowd totally intrigued me; that was why I had agreed to come to this place tonight with Dan. I thought I would get to see what it was like, but as a spectator, not as a performer.

I wished I had been prepared for this. If I had seen a few sex shows, I might have considered acting in one myself, but I had no idea what the protocol was. Then again, if I had had time to think about the decision, I surely would have chickened out. I surprised myself when I touched Cornelis's hand and said "Let me discuss it with my boyfriend." His eyes lit up with hope.

Walking to the table, I felt his eyes on my ass. He totally had the hots for me, and wanted to see me get naked and have sex on stage. I suddenly felt extremely turned on, and decided that I might really want to do this. Sometimes fantasies really come true, I thought, and when would I ever have an opportunity to do this again? I knew I would never see the people in the club ever again, and I knew that it would be fun. I really wanted to get up on that black stage and screw Dan in front of the audience. Deep down inside, I knew it wasn't really going to happen. I probably wouldn't really have the nerve to do it, and the only reason I even considered asking Dan is because I knew he would say no. I thought it would be hot to get myself close to a situation of fulfilling such a nasty fantasy without having to actually go through with it. 

I told Dan the situation, and he said he was shocked that I would even consider the idea. I felt weird for asking him, worried that he would think I was some kind of freak for even considering the idea. "Are you mad at me, Dan? I just thought it would be exciting."

He laughed hard, and said "Miranda, I'm not shocked in a bad way, like I am upset with you. I am shocked in a surprised way; I knew you were a wild woman, but I had no idea that you were wild enough to consider having sex with me in front of a large group. I am honored. But I don't think I have the nerve to really do it, as cool as the idea sounds to me. Hell, I get shy dancing in front of a crowd at nightclubs!"

I completely understood his fear. "I understand, that was a rather shocking proposition. I am going to go tell the bartender that we are going to take a pass." I got up and walked back to the bar again.

People in the audience where looking at there watches. It was almost 11:00. They had no idea that the show was about to be canceled. I explained the situation to Cornelis.

"Well, I must go tell Fabian. I am sorry there will be no show, Miranda."

"Who is Fabian?" I queried.

"Fabian is the owner of club. He is also, how you say, host of show."

"Does he ever perform in the shows?"

Cornelis laughed. "Oh, no, not Fabian. He is…not a performer. He gets on stage and starts show, introducing couple on stage, and telling jokes at intermission times."

Cornelis walked over to a tall blonde man who was sitting at a table in the corner. The man got up and walked over to the stage. I noticed that he had really long hair. He was dressed in a very crisp navy suit. He walked up the steps, and turned on the microphone.

He spoke something in Dutch, "Ik ben droevig, is de vertoning geannuleerd.," and about half of the audience started to groan. Then he spoke in English, saying "I am sorry, the show is canceled," and the other half of the audience started groaning. People started to get up and walk towards the exit. 

Then Dan stood up and surprised everyone in the room, shouting "Everyone sit down. The show will go on tonight!"

Everyone stopped in there tracks, unsure who Dan was or what was going on. I was a bit unsure myself.

He sprinted over to where I was standing, and held my hand tightly. "Ladies and gentlemen, this is the sexiest, most loving, wonderful woman in the world. She is also crazy enough to offer to perform on that very stage tonight! Meet my wild girlfriend, Miranda."

People where not sure what to make of this scene Dan had started. I wondered what had made him change his mind. I suddenly felt my knees get weak. I guess when I had first suggested the idea to Dan I had expected him to reject it, and I wasn't truly prepared for the possibility of him accepting the idea. I looked around the crowd, and suddenly felt very shy. Dan had called my bluff, and I wasn't ready to do this so soon. I looked down, and felt all eyes checking out my figure.

"Dan, are you crazy?" I whispered to him.

"Miranda, it was your idea!" he said, loudly enough for people to hear.

I turned to him, still whispering, and said "I didn't think you would agree to it! I can't really do that! It's just a fantasy, I was bluffing when I asked you. A part of me really wants to do it, but the reality of having sex on that stage in front of everyone scares me; I'm not going to really do it!"

Something had changed in him, and he took my hand and started to walk me towards the stage. "Miranda, we can't let down the crowd, they paid to see a live sex show, and they will all be very disappointed if you back out now!"

I was starting to feel really upset with him for putting me on the spot. Then he bent down and whispered in my ear, "I'm just messing with the crowd. If you don't want to do it, Miranda, that's cool…we can turn around and go home right now."

I surveyed the audience. They really did look disappointed, but I didn't know if I could handle having sex in front of them all. I stood there frozen for a moment, unsure of what to do next.

It was a once in a lifetime chance, I thought to myself. It would be so hot to have sex with my boyfriend for a group, I thought. I didn't know if I had the nerve to really do it, though. I whispered to Dan, "I don't know, I really can't decide."

He squeezed my hand again, and whispered back to me, 'Whatever you want to do is cool with me, honey. I respect either decision."

At that moment I made my decision. I walked over to Fabian, the blonde host, and asked him if we could talk in private for a second. 

"What is on your mind?" He said in perfect English. 

"Fabian, I don't know the routine here. I don't know what is expected. Is there a script? Are the other performers real couples, or are they actors?"

"Well, some are really dating in reality, and some are not. We usually have a routine, but sometimes they change it. Really, there are no rules; I am just glad to have a couple on stage tonight. If you and your man go on stage for a show, you can do whatever you want!"

"When should we start, and do we need costumes?"

Fabian laughed. He replied "You can start whenever you want, hopefully very soon, as the audience is very eager to see a show. And as for costumes, it really doesn't matter; I am hoping you won't be wearing anything at all very soon!"

I blushed, knowing that Fabian was picturing me naked.

"O.K., its show time!" I told him.

Fabian got up on stage. He walked up to the microphone, and signaled to Dan and me to come up and join him.

He made an announcement in Dutch: "Dames en Heren is de vertoning ongeveer te beginnen! Meeting Miranda en Dan, die sex op dit stadium hebben gaat!" The crowded roared, and applauded. Then he spoke in English: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the show is about to begin! Meet Miranda and Dan, who are going to have sex on this stage!" The crowd roared even louder.

He looked at us, and wished us good luck before leaving us alone on the stage. I looked around. There were people on all four sides of us. The tables were all very close to the stage. I noticed that the size of the audience had grown in the last hour to at least 50 people. I was happy to see that some more couples had arrived, along with a group of four women. Everyone eagerly looked at us.

I was wearing a pair of khaki slacks, and a red and white striped long sleeve blouse. Underneath I had on some lacy black panties and a lacy black bra. Dan was wearing black jeans and a white polo shirt with a nice black wool sweater over the shirt. I stood next to Dan, unsure of how to begin. 

Dan took the initiative, and started to kiss my neck, which he knew would totally turn me on. I love having my skin kissed, not just my lips. He made loud kissing sounds for the crowd to hear. Everyone was so silent you could have heard a pin drop. I started to breath heavily, almost forgetting that people were watching us. The realization that I was about to screw on stage before a crowd both terrified and thrilled me at the same time. Dan started to run his hands through my long red hair, sending tingles down my spine. Then he took me be the hand and led me to the bed.

We sat down on the bed, and I turned around and started to kiss him passionately on the lips. This was it; I was turning my lover on in front of a crowd, and getting mighty turned on myself in the process. He kissed me back hard, slipping his tongue into my eager mouth, deeply French kissing me. I put my fingers under his sweater and shirt, and began to fondle his nipples. 

I looked out into the audience. I could only see some people, because the stage was surrounded on all four sides. Though I still felt a bit nervous, I was starting to really enjoy the experience, and I was very eager to expose some flesh. I whispered in Dan's ear: "Start to undress me; I want to get this started."

Dan cupped my breasts in his hands over my blouse and felt me up for a minute. We changed positions in order to provide the people behind us with a good view. I felt his hands squeeze and caress my tits over the blouse, and I was dying to have him remove my top. He didn't remove it for awhile; he just let the audience wait while he drove me wild with his touch. I longed to have his hands on my bare skin.

Since Dan wasn't removing my clothing as fast as I would have liked, I turned the tables and removed his sweater. I kissed his face and neck, and then removed his white polo shirt, giving everyone their first look at my man's bare chest. He works out a lot, so his chest was well toned. I put my lips to his nipples, knowing this would get him revved up very quickly.

Dan started to unbutton my blouse slowly, exposing my black lacy bra. My breasts are not huge, but they are a good 36C cup, and I am very proud of them. He undid the last button and threw the red and white striped blouse on the floor, and then kissed the newly exposed flesh between my breasts. I let out a loud moan, savoring his hot wet kisses. For a minute I was slightly embarrassed that I had moaned so loud; I had almost forgot that we were not doing this in private. Then I decided that my sound effects would help turn the audience on even more, so I moaned again, louder than necessary. Dan continued to feel up my tits over the bra. I was very eager to be topless, so I took the initiative and put my hands around my back to undo the hooks. I felt a tingle when I realized I was about to let over 50 complete strangers see my bare breasts. I closed my eyes, undid the hooks, and let the bra fall right off. I wondered what the audience was thinking. I hoped they liked what they saw. This first taste of being partially nude in front of everyone turned on my pussy instantly, making it get wet. I knew that they would soon be seeing a lot more flesh.


Wet Miranda's Live Sex Show



Now that Dan and I were both topless, I pressed my bare chest into his, loving the feeling of skin on skin. I lay down on top of his body, and made out with him, wrapping my arms around his back. We kissed for a few moments, and then Dan positioned me upright so I was sitting on the edge of the bed. He fondled my tits to the delight of the crowd. He had teased my nipples into hard pink nubs, sticking out into the air. He sat behind me, pressing his bare hard chest into my back, and played with my tits like they were toys for his amusement. I could feel his erection on my ass, even though he was still wearing pants. I felt his mouth kiss my earlobe, which sent a shot of pleasure throughout my body. I opened my eyes, and saw people staring right at me, speechless. I was really enjoying the fact that I was turning on many other people, and I hoped that the men were all hard and the women were all juicy and wet.

I stood up to remove my khaki slacks, letting them slide down my legs and to the floor. I turned around to see Dan sitting on the edge of the bed, struggling to remove his black jeans. I kneeled down on the floor to give him some help, and I tugged the jeans off of him, throwing them in a heap next to my pants. He was wearing a pair of plain white boxer shorts, and he had a huge erection underneath. I could clearly see the outline of his erect cock, and I took his hand to help him stand up. I was eager to show everyone how turned on he was, so I put my hands on his shoulders and turned him around, displaying him to the audience like he was a piece of fine art. I wanted to make sure everyone on all four sides got a good look, so I turned him around once more.

I made sure to turn around a few times myself to let the audience stare at my panties. I was so glad I was wearing something sexy; I hoped that they all liked seeing my ass in my black lacy panties. Dan was standing up behind me, kissing my back. His hot kisses felt good as he continued to kiss down my back, stopping halfway down my spine. I stood there with my breasts thrust out to the audience, wondering why he had stopped kissing my back. Then I felt a huge rush of excitement when he surprised me by rapidly yanking my panties down, completely exposing my whole body in all its naked glory.

It felt really weird for a moment to suddenly be stark naked unexpectedly. He had completely caught me off guard; I had felt bolder while I was wearing my panties. My knees shook a little as the realization sunk in that all eyes were on my red bush. It was trimmed very short, and I was sure that people could see my pussy lips, which were glistening with my female juices. Dan gave me a playful little spank on my bare ass, causing peoples attention to focus on my backside. He sat down on the bed, leaving me standing naked in the middle of the stage, feeling hot stares focused on my nude figure from all four sides.

I got back into the bed with him, eager to return the favor. I quickly yanked off his boxers, and held his big erection, displaying it like a trophy for the crowd. I smiled as I started to stroke him, and I noticed some pre-come on the tip of his cock. I started to jack him off a little, while fondling his balls with my other hand. 

I was sitting up on the bed, and starting to feel more comfortable with my own nudity. I don't know how Dan had gotten used to the experience so quickly, but he was just lying on his back with his eyes closed and a big grin on his face as I stroked him off for the entertainment of the audience. I lay down next to him and started to kiss his body all over while still stroking him. I kissed his neck first, and then worked my mouth down his chest, stopping at his nipples for a few minutes. Then my mouth continued down his stomach, careful not to kiss hard enough to tickle him. He was as hard as a rock, and I got really excited to show off his good sized cock to everyone.

Before Dan and I make love, we often do a little 69, and since I wanted this show to be as close to our real-life bedroom behavior as possible, I turned around to position my body on top of his. His cock was staring me in the face, and I put the tip of it into my mouth as I positioned my slippery pussy onto his face. I let out a huge groan of pleasure as I felt his tongue taste my juicy cunt, and felt him start to work his oral magic between my spread legs. I began to swallow more of his hard dick into my mouth; getting it in deeper. I made loud exaggerated sucking and slurping sounds for the audience, hoping to add some sound effects to the show along with the visual entertainment we were providing them.

I was really getting into this performance, and it began to feel more and more natural to engage in sexual activity as people watched. I felt something break free inside me, and I felt very sexually liberated, happy to be in a country were public sex shows were accepted. I had been so curious to watch a live sex show just a short time before, and now I was suddenly the actress in the show! I wiggled my ass to the people behind me as I sucked off my lover.

My pussy was being eaten out, and my clit was getting very hard as Dan licked it expertly. I knew my juices were coating Dan's face, and I couldn't wait for the audience to see his wet face when we finished the foreplay. I spread my legs a little wider, hoping to give people a good view of my pink cunt lips. I knew that some of the people were able to view Dan's tongue flickering between my legs, and others were able to glimpse my head bobbing up and down on his stiff cock. My long red hair flew around as I eagerly preformed oral sex on my lover. Saliva was dripping down out of my mouth and onto Dan's throbbing erection. I stopped for just a moment to reposition our bodies to give people a different view. I continued to suck him off, loving the sounds he was making, although they were a bit muffled because his mouth was covered with my juicy cunt.

Although I loved the hot oral sex, I didn't want either of us to come too soon. I turned my body around yet again, and whispered to Dan, "What position should we fuck in, honey?" 

He responded "Doggy styled would probably be the best way for everyone to get a good look, what do you think?" I agreed, and I instantly assumed the position, getting on all fours in the middle of the bed. I looked down at the pink and red flowers on the soft sheets, and I felt Dan start to rub my ass. My pussy eagerly awaited him. My breasts were hanging down under my chest, jiggling around as I got comfortable. I looked up into the crowd on my side of the bed. The closest people were a group of four young guys, and they looked right back at me as I prepared to get fucked. For one last time I felt a twinge of shyness. During the oral sex I hadn't really looked into the eyes of everyone; it suddenly felt extremely strange to be doing something so intimate in front of all these people. 

When I felt the head of Dan's cock enter my pussy from behind, I closed my eyes and let go, trying to forget about the crowd. I felt it slide deeper and deeper into my most private part, and I started to get over my final wave of shyness. It felt so good and so natural to have my lover screw me, and I felt a desire growing inside me to share my passion with the crowd. He started to get into a good rhythm, sticking his cock in and out of me while he grabbed my ass. I knew that my tits were jiggling with every thrust, and I started to enjoy the hot stares on my body as I engaged in sex for the eager audience. I hoped that our show was living up to their expectations. 

Dan thrust and thrust in and out of me, starting to get faster as he pounded my pussy. Normally I don't like it when actors exaggerate there sound when fucking in porn movies, but I realized that the audience wouldn't really hear me if I made completely natural sounds. I moaned and groaned much louder than I would have if Dan and I were alone, making sure everyone could here me. 

"Oh…harder, Dan!" I yelled.

"Fuck me good! Oh…God yes…UHHHHH….OHHH!" I yelled out.

"FUCK ME!" I screamed much louder than I had intended to.

I also made a lot of grunting noises, and although they were a bit exaggerated in volume, they were not at all fake. My heavy breathing was completely natural too, and I was really panting hard with the sexual exertion. Dan put his hands on the side of my legs and touched my skin as he held onto my legs for support. I bravely opened my eyes again, and looked straight into the eyes of the guy in the center of the group of four. He had a blonde crew-cut and blue eyes, and although he was sitting down I could tell he was tall. He had on a black leather jacket. I was pretty sure he was a local. He looked right back at me. I knew that he could see the look of pleasure on my flushed face as I watched him watching me get fucked hard. Dan was really thrusting hard and fast. I kept my eyes open as long as I dared, giving this man a shy smile.

I could tell by the sounds Dan was making that he was about to come, and I suddenly had the idea to ask him to pull out so the audience could see a good come shot. 

"Dan, stop!" I yelled. 

He slowed down and asked if I was O.K. I wished we had discussed the scene in private before starting, but we hadn't exactly had much time to prepare beforehand. When his cock slipped out of me, I turned to him and whispered to him "Let them see the money shot, Dan! I'm going to lie down on my back; how about shooting come onto my tits? They'll love that I bet!"

He smiled, liking my way of thinking.

The audience was breathless, not knowing what was going to happen next. I lay spread eagled on my back, letting everyone have an unobstructed view of my complete nudity. I spread my legs wide open, eager to give the people on one side of the stage a great view of my sopping pussy. If I ever did this again, I thought, I would shave my pussy completely bare.

I looked up to see Dan kneeling beside my chest, masturbating his cock inches away from me. I couldn't wait to feel the hot come splatter my tits. I raised my hands above my head, and arched my back to thrust my tits up. I could see how hard my nipples were; I have rather big areolas, and they get really red and swollen when I get extremely turned on. I knew that my pussy lips were glistening with moisture. I looked to my side and saw a young attractive couple looking at me. The women had long red hair like mine, and the man had short brown hair. I noticed that they were holding hands on the table top. I wondered what they were thinking. I wondered if they fantasized about doing what Dan and I were doing. I wondered if they were getting so turned on watching us that they would fuck when they got home.

I looked back up at Dan, who had his eyes closed and was jacking off above me. He had a look of deep concentration on his face, and I saw beads of sweat dripping down his hard chest. He pumped his cock faster and faster, and I gently squeezed his heavy balls, knowing they were loaded with his hot white come. I knew by the look on his face that his orgasm was imminent. 

The first bust of his come shot out high in the air and landed right on my face. I had been expecting it on my tits, but it is hard to plan out exactly were come shots go, and Dan had his eyes closed. I licked my lips and tasted it. It was hot and salty, and not at all unpleasant. I swallowed it up as the next jet of come landed in just the right spot, right on my tits. I eagerly rubbed it in, wanting the audience to see me caress my man's come on my skin. A few smaller spurts landed on my neck and collarbone, and I rubbed that all in my skin too. A final spurt landed right on my long red hair, which I thought was a nice nasty ending to the scene. Dan looked exhausted from coming so hard, and he lay down on his back, with come running down his still hard cock. I sat up and looked at the audience.

Although Dan was tired from coming, I was wide awake, and not ready to finish the show quite yet. I could have stopped at that moment, but I needed an orgasm really badly. The public sex had gotten me extremely hot and horny, and I sat up and began to masturbate. I was aware that I was the sole center of attention now, unlike the rest of the show where the audience had had two people to watch. I totally loved the attention at this point, and I wanted them to see how aroused I was. I decided that more people could see from all angles if I lay down, so I lay down again and let my fingers work their magic on my hard clit. I spread my legs as wide as humanly possible, and fingered myself. I stuck my index finger deep inside my cunt to bring out my own juices, and then I made a show of licking my own juices from my finger. I stuck my finger in my mouth, and slowly sucked on it, making loud sound effects so that no one had any doubt that I was tasting my own wet pussy.

My orgasm was getting closer and closer, and I focused my attention on my clit. I can't come with my eyes open, but I opened them one last time and looked at the side of the stage before my orgasm hit. I stared right into the eyes of the couple I had looked at earlier. They lustily stared back at me, and then I had to close my eyes again right before the orgasm struck me.

It hit me fucking hard, jolting my senses. The knowledge that everyone was watching me come intensified the orgasm, and I felt the contractions start as my body convulsed. I could barely catch my breath. My whole body shook, and I thrust my pelvis straight up as my pussy quivered and came. I wondered if anyone could see my pussy close enough to notice how the pink lips were opening and closing. I felt sweat start to pour out from under my arms, and felt the orgasm rip through my body as my pussy felt incredible pleasure. A throbbing electric sensation spread out through my body, and my mind blacked out as I let the orgasm take complete control. I was completely unaware of the audience at this point; I was just riding wave after wave of pleasure as I experienced one of the most physically intense orgasms of my life.

I slowly came down, but little aftershocks kept on shaking my pussy for a minute after the initial crest of the orgasm. I let everyone see me in my naked post-coming glory, and felt extremely proud of myself for having had the courage to really let go in front of many people. Sweat was glistening on my naked body. I felt kind of silly, but I stood up in the middle of the stage and took a bow. I didn't get a standing ovation like an actress in a play might receive, but I did get a lot of loud thundering applause, and I knew I had done a great job. Dan was still laying in bed, his cock becoming limp, but still large. I savored the stares on my nude body, and did a little twirl to let them all have one last good look at me.

The rest of the time on stage was pretty mundane; Dan and I sorted through the heap of clothing that was on the floor by the side of the bed, and we quickly got dressed. We walked off the stage and sat down at our seats again. A few people came up to our table and thanked us for the great show. One guy told us "That was fucking hot!" We had another round of drinks as we watched the audience leave the room one by one. Cornelis came over to our table to thank us, and he even paid us with a bug stack of Euros. The money was not a lot, but we were able to have a really nice dinner the next night at one of Amsterdam's finest seafood restaurants. 

Having had my first taste of public sex, the gears in my mind were hard at work, thinking about how I could experience a rush like that when Dan and I were back home in the States. I knew that there weren't any clubs like this at home, but I also knew that I would really like to experience public sex again at some point in the future. I knew that I would be spending a lot of time planning how to arouse a crowd again with some hot public sexual activity, and I felt my pussy start to get wet all over again. I had had my first taste of getting fucked in front of other people, and I knew it was not to be my last.