4 comments/ 23817 views/ 3 favorites Nude in New York Ch. 01 By: MustangKathi To better understand this story and my exhibitionist needs, please read Nude in St. Barths first. A couple of months had passed since my trip to St. Barths with Peter, and I was feeling the need to get nude in front of people again. There, I'd been Nude Girl, barely wearing any clothes for the week. I'd been nude at the beach, nude in town and nude at a bar. I'd even done some nude waitressing, a profession I believe I invented. I tried nude modeling (and one photo now adorns my bio page) but that wasn't enough. I wanted lots of people to see me. I tried working as a nyotaimori girl at a strip club called Cheetah's. The basic idea is that a big sushi feast is served off the body of a nude woman. Great, I thought, I'll literally be the center of attention. But the club made the girls wear a bikini bottom due to the health code — in Japan, the girl is completely nude. So it wasn't as fun as I thought, and I only lasted one night. Peter helped me by taking me to the Russian baths. They have separate days for men and woman — a lot of their clientele is Orthodox Jewish — but a couple of days are coed, though not a lot of woman show up. They prefer the woman-only days, where nudity is the norm. But one of the things I was learning about myself was that I wanted to be nude in front of men. I still really wasn't attracted to men, save for Peter, but the lust in men's eyes is so strong. They look like they just want to eat you up. I loved being the focus of that desire. So it was off to the baths on 10th Street. The baths offered cheap, baggy shorts and robes to change into for both men and women. In addition, most woman bring a bikini top or sports bra, though occasionally, some would go topless under the robe. I would be one of those girls. I met Peter outside the locker and we grabbed some towels and went downstairs. There were four baths — sauna, steam, Russian and ice, for cooling off. There were several young guys in the sauna, so we headed there first. Peter hung his robe up on a hook and went in. I kept mine on (out of modesty), waited a minute — I didn't want people to know that Peter and I knew each other — and entered the sauna. I placed a towel on the wooden bench and sat down. I nodded at the guys sitting across from men. I waited until I developed a good sweat. That gave me an opportunity to open up my robe and fan my breasts with it. I felt all eyes turn to my chest. "Oh, I'm sorry, about that," I said. "No problem at all," said one of the boys. "This is my first time here, and I guess I don't know the rules," I continued. "Do you know if you can go topless in here?" "I've seen it," said Peter. "Do you guys mind?" I asked them. "Not in the least," they said. So I stood up and slowly took off my robe, folded it and sat back down. "That's better," I said. "It's just so hot in here!" l leaned back to the lets boys drink in my breasts. Then I started rubbing the sweat from my belly up and into my breasts, tweaking my nipples to make them stand up. I looked over and found three set of eyes staring at my tits. That felt good. I turned and made small chat with Peter for a few minutes. By now I was dripping with sweat, and ready for my next step. I stood up and wrapped the towel around me. Then I reached under the towel and pulled down my shorts. I sat down, and the guys were staring at me again. I started chatting with Peter again. But I wasn't done yet. After a minute or so, I slowly, and nonchalantly, began to spread my legs, giving the boys a nice view. I checked their shorts, and at least two of them were beginning to sprout wood. Then, when Peter said something funny, I laughed and spread my legs hard, completely undoing the towel. "Oops," I said. "Oh, well. Damage is done." I leaned back and let the boys get a good view of my pussy. They stopped talking — they were just staring. Peter stood up and left. I stood up and turned around so the boys could see my ass. Then I re-arranged the towel on the planks and lied down on my side. I looked straight at the boys. "Enjoying the show, fellas?" I swear one of them swallowed. "Sure," said one of them. "Thanks a lot." "Thanks for what?" "For the show," said one of them. "For getting naked for us." "It's my pleasure, boys. I'm an exhibitionist. Now you know what I think would be a proper thank you?" They didn't say a word. "I'd like to see your cocks. Can you do that for me?" "Fuck yeah," said the boldest. He stood up and positioned his back to the window. He pulled down his shorts and out plopped a nice, thick cock. A little short, maybe, but still nice. And, I would say, about three-quarters erect. "Nice cock there. Next!" Another guy stood up and immediately dropped his shorts to his knees. His cock wasn't as hard, but it was longer, and bent slightly to the left. "Very nice, indeed. Next!" "Um," said the third guy, "I'm not so sure about this ...." "No problem," I said, sitting up. "Don't let anybody force you to get nude. I do this because I enjoy it — I find it a turn-on." I walked over and stood right in front of him. "But I am going to ask you again. I'd like to see your cock — will you show it to me?" He nodded tentatively and lowered his shorts. His cock popped out — it was decent sized, but it was rock hard. I reached out to touch it. "It's beautiful. And I love how hard it is. Thank you for sharing it with me." Still holding on to it, I leaned up and kissed him gently on the lips. Then I spun around, wrapped my towel around me, and left. I got stares for being topless, especially from the few women who'd showed up. But nothing too bad. I found Peter by the showers. "How'd it go?" he asked. "I laid around in the nude for a while. Then I got them to show me their cocks." "Were they hard?" "Yup, especially the one in the middle. Rock hard." "So how are you doing?" he asked. "Good. Just getting warmed up." The showers were co-ed, but they had stalls with flimsy cloth curtains. On a good day, they'd barely stretch from corner to corner, and I had no problem stealing a look at the people in them now. When I entered, though, I made sure to close them only two-thirds of the way. Enough to look like I was being modest but sloppy. I turned on the shower and hung my towel on a hook. I lathered up, making sure to turn my body so that my audience could see me massaging my breasts and my pussy. My favorite was washing my ass, because I bent over at the waist and ran a soapy hand up and down my ass crack. Then I rinsed and turned around to see who was looking at me. There were a couple of middle-aged guys, ostensibly waiting in line. But their eyes were clearly on my body. I pulled the curtain wide open and stood in from of them, one hand on my hip. "Excuse me," I said. "Would one of you two gents be so kind as get me a fresh towel?" One of the guys trotted off. The other guy just kept staring at me. "Do you like what you see?" I asked. His eyes met mine. "I do," he said. "Thanks!" The other man returned with my towel, which I wrapped around my waist. "Where to next?" I asked. "The steam room," said Peter. I cannot lie. The steam room was a bust from an exhibitionist's perspective. I mean, I went right in, took off my towel and sat down. I was nude from the get-go. But it was so steamy in the steam room that no one could see me. That did allow me the opportunity to masturbate, which Peter could see. Still, I'd rather have an audience. On the other hand, I did have an orgasm, which isn't bad. So there. "Now what?" I asked. "The ice bath." Hmm. On the plus side, I couldn't wear the towel into the ice bath — technically, just a small, very cold (46 degrees) pool. On the minus side, I'd be in a 46 degree pool. Well, exhibitionism carries a price, and I'd have to pay it. At least my nipples would be hard. "Fast or slow?" I asked, placing my towel on a rail by the pool. I knew the air was warm, but it felt cold on my skin, coming out of the steam room. "Definitely fast," said Peter, jumping into the deep end. I waited a second, and jumped in next to him. The water was so cold it took my breath away. It felt viscous, like jumping into a martini and I was the olive. When I came up for air, I let out a yelp. "So?" asked Peter. "Fucking cold," I said. "You'll get used to it. Give it a minute." He was right. Once I got my wits back, the cold water almost felt good. Almost. "Look around you," he said. I turned around. There were about thirty people in this part of the baths, and they were all looking at me. There were several woman, too, and they were staring at me, too. I loved it. "I'm glad we did this," I told Peter. He gave me a hug, and I wrapped my legs around him. "If I weren't freezing, I'd have a hard-on," he said. "I'll see what I can do about that in a bit. In the meantime, I want you to carry me out of this pool." "Your wish, my lady ...." I tongued his ear. I knew he loved that. He carried me out of the pool and put me down. I turned around slowly to let everyone see my nude body. Peter handed me my towel, and I dried myself. This time, though, I didn't wrap the towel around me. I folded it and placed it around my neck. I was Nude Girl again. Peter slapped my ass — hard. I like getting spanked, but this caught me off guard. I knew there would be a big red hand print on my ass, and that when I turned to walk away everyone would see it. "Do it again," I said. "The other cheek." SLAP! Shit, that stung. "Where to?" I asked. "The Russian bath," he said. The Russian bath is a large concrete and stone room. In a corner is a furnace, also encased in concrete and stone. The idea is to heat up all this rock and have the heat radiate out at you. In fact, the stone is too hot to sit on. Instead, you sit on thick, wooden planks, so your ass is an inch or two above the stone. Frankly, it's like being in an oven. The room was empty except for two girls in a corner. Boo! At least they didn't seem bummed out by my nudity. Peter and I sat down, spreading our towels beneath us. And then one of the managers came in. He looked perturbed, but I couldn't really tell. So I decided to head off any problems. "Excuse me, sir," I said, rising to my feet, "is there a problem?" "I'm upstairs," he says in a Russian accent, "and I hear report of naked woman." "My name is Kathi, sir, and I am naked. But I don't think I'm offending anyone. In fact, I think people enjoy looking at my body." He looked around to Peter and the girls. "Shit," said one of the girls, "we like pussy." "Let her be — she's cute," said the other. "Thank you," I said, bowing to them. The man looked at Peter. "Don't look at me," he said. "I love pussy." The girls laughed. "OK then," said the man. "Do you want platza?" "What's that?" "Special Russian massage," he said. "Includes beating with oak branches. Very good at stimulating circulation, and getting rid of toxins in skin." "I'm up for a beating!" I said. "Let's do this." The girls laughed again. "No — not actual beating," he said. "No pain. Well, very little pain." "How do you know I don't like pain?" I asked. I laid down on my stomach on one of the benches. "What's your name?" I asked. "Sergei," he said. "Nice. I look forward to you touching me." He massaged my back, sneaking quick grabs at my breasts from time to time. I looked over at the girls, and watched them watching me being groped. "I'm Kathi, by the way," I said, "and this is Peter." "Naomi," said one girl, "and this is Casey. Peter's your boyfriend?" I looked over to Peter. "It's a bit more complicated than that," he said. "You don't mind her getting felt up by some dude?" Naomi asked. "It's her body," he said, "she decides what to do with it." "Thank you, Peter," I said. Sergei had now moved down to my lower back and butt. He was doing a good job, but I wanted to signal to him that he could do more — that I would let him touch me wherever he wanted. So I spread my legs —one of them was hanging off the bench now. Whenever he got close to my asshole, I raised my hips, inviting him in. He brushed it a few times — which felt great — but he wouldn't go in. So I moaned. "Feeling good, Kathi?" asked Casey. "Better," I said. "But I'm trying to get Sergei to stick a finger up my ass, and he just won't take — OH!" He took the hint. He rammed a finger up my ass, in none too delicate a fashion. Shit, at least he could have spit on his finger first. But the shock and the pain faded away, and I settled into a rhythm of him finger-fucking my ass. "He's in now, isn't he?" asked Naomi. "Oh, yeah," I said. "It feels good." I saw that Peter was pitching a tent, so I decided to help the boy out. "Ladies, can I ask a favor? I see Peter has grown hard from my show. I'd like to see him naked, and I'd like him to sit between the two of you. He's very nice, and he won't touch you unless you ask him to. Also, if you'd like to masturbate, please do. I want to put on a good show for all of you." Peter looked at the girls, and they waved him onover. He stood up and dropped his shorts, revealing a lovely erection. He paused — Peter was a natural exhibitionist — then walked slowly over to Naomi and Casey. They stood up, too, and peeled off their bikini tops and baggy shorts. Peter moved between Naomi and Casey, put his arms around them, and then all three of them sat down. Meanwhile, Sergei kept fingering my ass. I felt good. "So where's the beating, Sergei?" I asked. "I start platza now," he said. He reached into a bucket and pullet out a bundle of oak branches. Not big ones — maybe two feet long — but definitely bigger than twigs. And then he started hitting me. Not hard, though. Instead, he danced the the branches up and down my body. There wasn't much impact, but the leaves and the branches were rough and I could feel them scraping against my skin. It was different, but I liked it. Something about the oak leaves cut the sweat from my body, and for a moment, my skin felt cool. "Can you hit me harder, Sergei? I think I'd like that." And he did. I felt the branches bite into my skin like a cane. I liked this — it was like having a public S&M session. I looked over to find Peter masturbating with his arm around Naomi. Naomi was jerking off, too, and Casey leaned over Peter to suckle on one of Naomi's tits. My audience was happy. And so was I. Sergei was going me some real pain now, and I started feeling very heady. Then it stopped. "Turn over, please," he said. Yes! This meant my pussy would be exposed. My tits, too, but right now my pussy was practically burning. It needed attention. I rolled over and put my hands above my head. I wanted Sergei to know he could do anything with me. He started in with a massage again, groping my breasts and moving down to my stomach. I spread my legs so he'd get the message. He moved down from my stomach, but he went to my thighs instead. The massage felt good, but didn't he know I had a needy pussy? I looked over to my audience. Now Peter was making out with Casey, and Naomi was on her knees eating Casey out. I like it when my audience gets involved. I couldn't wait, so I grabbed one of Sergei's hands and put it on my pussy. "You know what to do with this, right?" He knew. He stuck a couple of fingers inside me and plowed away. There was no subtlety. I had a hole, and he had something to fill it. It wasn't violent, but it was close. And it worked. I came, looking into his eyes and holding onto his cock through his shorts. "Are you going to beat me now?" I asked. I heard moans, and looked over to see Naomi and Casey jilling themselves to orgasm. Peter was still in the middle, but he had a vise-grip on the base of his cock. I knew this meant he'd nearly cum, but wanted to save it. Hopefully, for me. Then I felt it, the first blow with the branches. I put my hands above my head again. I had asked for this punishment, and I would accept it. I loved cumming that much. The branches stung my breasts, my belly, my cunt. I moaned and twitched, but I always kept my arms above my heads. Nothing would deflect the blows I was to receive. I wanted them. I felt the sweat being beaten off of me. I was being beaten clean. I looked at Sergei's shorts and saw his hard-on. I pulled down his shorts, grabbed his cock and pulled him toward my mouth. He beat me harder. I felt branches break against my ribs. I started sucking on his cock. Sergei dropped the oak branches and pulled his cock out of my mouth, jerking hard on it instead. I looked at his face and knew I had a couple of seconds. So I got off the bench and down on my knees in front of him. I leaned back until my elbows hit the hot floor. Wherever he'd cum, he'd have to hit me. I opened my mouth, and turned my eyes to audience. I was a cum target, and I wanted them to know that I knew it. Sergei stepped forward and ejaculated. The first spurt his my forehead, and the second hit my chest. I sat up, so the third spurt hit my tongue. I wrapped my lips around his cock and sucked the last of his load into my mouth. I heard noises, so I turned my head. My audience had joined me, and Casey was jerking Peter's cock. Naomi had her arm around him, steadying him. I went back on my elbows, becoming as big a cum target as I could. His hips bucked, and he shot his load. First in my mouth, but then in my hair — Casey had continued to jerk his cock, and the semen was thrown upwards. I was lucky it hit me at all. i sat up, exhausted. Sergei embarrassingly pulled up his shorts and left. It was just the four of us now. "Who are you?" asked Casey. "I'm Kathi, and I'm an exhibitionist." "And a slut," added Naomi. "And a slut," I agreed. "I've been learning about my sexuality, and I don't care what people think. I don't hurt people — unless that's what they want — but I'm trying to respond to my own needs." "I didn't mean 'slut' as an insult," said Naomi. "I don't think you did," I said. "But people aren't used to a woman begin sexually aggressive — and sexually submissive — at the same time. But that's who I am. I love sex, I love cumming and I want to help others cum as well. Hopefully, on my face." Peter grabbed me and hauled me to my feet. "That was beautiful," he said. "I agree with every word. Now let's clean you up." He reached for a towel, but I stopped him. "What's wrong with the way I look?" I asked. "I wanted a sexual adventure, and I had one. I'm not embarrassed to have cum on my face and in my hair. Fuck no — I'm proud! I helped you and Sergei cum today. That's a good thing!" Peter put down the towel. Instead, he kissed me. "Whatever you want," he said. I kissed him back. "I think I want to take a shower," I said. And with that, I grabbed Peter by the hand and walked out of the Russian bath and into the main room. There was a crowd there now — they must have heard the noises we were making — and all eyes were on us. But most of them were on me. I was the one wearing cum. I found an empty shower and pulled the curtain aside. I turned on the hot water and pulled Peter in, kissing him. My right hand went to his cock, but I was jostled. Naomi and Casey were joining us in a public shower. We lathered up and washed each other. I ended up kissing both Naomi and Casey, and I'm pretty sure Peter did, too. It was a soapy, hot water, fun time. With an audience. Sparkling clean, it was time for the fun to end. We walked out of the shower and found some towels. Taking my cue, we each threw our towels around our necks and walked upstairs. The people coming down were more than surprised to find four giddy nude people coming up at them. Nude in New York Ch. 01 I got dressed and said good-bye to the girls. I found Peter, and we headed off to the L train towards Williamsburg. We got in the last car, and I nestled myself into below Peter's chin and into his chest. The air conditioning was strong and I felt a little cold. But when Peter put his arms around me and drew me in, I felt good. "Happy now?" he asked. "Better," I said. "But not completely satisfied." "You got nude and you came. That's not enough for you?" "I didn't get fucked, Peter. I think that's what I need." "We'll fuck when we get home." "I would hope so," I said, digging an elbow into his ribs. "Ow!" he said. "Do you sharpen those things?" I looked up at him ""Kiss me," I said. And he did. His arms enclosed mine, and he put his hands on my breasts. There were a couple of other people on the train, but no one was paying attention. It didn't matter — this wasn't sexual now. "I think I want something bigger," I said. "Nude Girl needs something bigger." "I think I can help," he said. I sunk into his arms, his chest, his body. I knew Peter would help me. "Thank you." Nude in New York Ch. 02 My previous exhibitionist adventure at the Russian Baths had been fun, but left me wanting more. As I thought about it over the ensuing days, I realized that I wanted more than just attention — though I definitely wanted that, too. "What about getting a job at as strip club?" said Peter. I was in Peter's bed. We had just finished fucking, and I let Peter cum in my ass. I felt a few drops of his semen dripping out of me. I felt dirty, which I loved. "I could, I guess," I said. "But I'd hate my parents to find out about it. They're pretty conservative. And there's no real nudity, and those strip clubs don't allow touching — or at least not much. I think I want to be touched, groped." "What about the St. Venus Theater?" "Never heard of it. Where is it?" "It's a floating party, so it varies. Basically, it's a private party that's a strip club. Once a month, some guys rent out a lounge-type bar and hold an invite-only party. It's expensive to get in — $200 or so, but your booze is free. Everything but champagne. Plus, they only use amateur girls." "And they allow groping?" "They allow pretty much everything," he said. "I've heard a stories about guys getting head, but I don't know if they're true." "So there is sex in the champagne room?" "No champagne room. But they always have a downstairs area that's dimly lit." ""And how do you know all this?" "I went once or twice, before I met you." "So you have their number?" "I have an email address." "Please send it to me. I'm intrigued," I said. I reached between my legs and wiped the cum from my ass. Then I licked my fingers clean. "Cum — it does a body good." I emailed "Rob S." saying I was interested, and he called me back the next day. This was awkward, because I was at school. I'd enrolled at Hunter College to get a master's degree in urban studies. I was studying with some friends in the cafeteria, so I stepped away to take the call. "Kathi" asked the voice. 
"It's me."
 "It's Rob from the St. Venus. Got your email. We've got a party coming up next week, and we could use some new girls. Interested?" ""I'd like to know more." "No problem. Party starts at 8:00 and goes to 4:00. We run two five-hour shifts. so the girls don't have to work the whole night. You're responsible for your own clothing, but we'll have a house mom to help with hair and make-up. Lap dances are $20 each." I lowered my voice, as my friends were only ten feet away. "Do you allow nudity?" "That's up to you. Some girls get nude, but there's no pressure. The girls who do get nude make more money." "And groping?" "We have several bouncers, so that's not a problem." One of my friends was waving me back to the study group. But I needed to talk about sex. I was beginning to get turned on. "I'm sorry, I wasn't clear," I said. "Do you allow groping, if the girl wants to be groped?" "Friend, that's completely up to you." "And what about sex?" "I don't want to talk about that. Basically, we're just holding a party. What you do at the party is your business." "How much do the girls make?" "It varies a lot, but I don't think anybody leaves with less than $500. We have generous customers. Oh, and we're doing a contest for the new girls that night. That's also $500." "I think I'd like to do this." "Need to see you first. Could you be in midtown east this afternoon or evening?" "I'm here now. Would you like to meet now?" "Terrific." I made an excuse to exit the study group, and headed down towards 43rd Street and 2nd Ave. I didn't know what to expect from this meeting, but I assumed I was going to get naked for a stranger. Now I was getting wet. I met Rob, oddly, in an Irish pub. There weren't many people here, and Rob was the only guy sitting at the bar. I introduced myself and sat down. "You're pretty. Ever dance before?" he asked. "Not as a stripper," I said. "It's pretty easy. It's mostly grinding and acting sexy. Look like you're having fun." "I like to have fun," I said with a wink. "Good," he said. "Let's go to the office." Rob led me downstairs and into the office. I noticed that he didn't shut the door. He sat down on and the desk. "OK, let's see what you've got," he said. I put my bag down and took off my jacket. I felt Nude Girl coming on. I was being ordered to strip, and I loved it. I pulled off my t-shirt and took off my bra. Then I kicked off my boots. I undid the buttons to my jeans and pulled them off. "That's great. Nice ass, nice tits," he said. But I wasn't done. I pulled my panties to the floor and stepped out of them. "Didn't have to do that," said Rob. "I like being nude," I said. "You're an exhibitionist?" he asked. "I am." "You're going to do fine." There was a knock on the door, and two waiters came in. They stopped in their tracks when they saw me. "Sorry," said one of them, "didn't know you were interviewing." "No problem, guys. I don't mind," I said. "So what do you think? Do you think guys would want to get dances from me?" I walked over to one of them, turned around and ground my ass into his crotch. "I would," he said. Then I turned to face the other one. I put his hands on my breasts. "And you?" He was bashful at first, but soon began kneading my breasts. "Question answered," I said. "Please stop groping the new girl and get what you need," said Rob. So I had a new job. The party was on a Thursday night in Chelsea. As a new girl, I'd work the first shift from 8:00 to 1:00. The second shift made more money, but I wasn't really doing this for the money. I showed up at 7:15 and was led to a make-shift dressing room in a room downstairs. I had decided I couldn't strip in jeans and a t-shirt, so I went shopping for something more whore-ish. I found a little sailor suit, which I though I could sell with my tattoos. Basically, it was a halter top which tied in the front, and hot pants. Both were white with navy blue piping. I found a corner and changed. The house mom asked if I wanted help with hair and makeup, but I don't really do either of those things. I'm basically a punk girl, so I'm purposefully low maintenance. More girls were coming in now, so I checked out what the other girls were wearing. It was an odd mix. No real stripper dresses, but a lot of sexy-girl-going-out-for-the-night. Some even wore business suits. And one girl actually wore pajamas. But these amateurs were cute and they all had good figures. And they were all willing to take their clothes off in public. My kind of girls. I made my way upstairs to the bar and ordered a drink. "Dewar's and soda, please." When the doors opened at 8:00, there was already a line outside. The girls flirted with the guys as they came in, but the first order of business for the boys was getting drinks. I chatted with a few nice guys who asked me back after the contest. I had fun getting touchy-feely with them. I put my arms around their shoulders, or let my hands linger on their thighs. I don't flirt like that in real life, even with girls. But this wasn't real life. And I liked it when they touched me, too. I had one more drink, and then it was time to line up for the amateur contest. There were four new girls, including me. Rob had explained the contest to us earlier. Basically, they'd clear a lane down the middle of the lounge, and each of us would walk out and shake our stuff. The first time we'd be fully dressed, the second time we'd topless and the third time we were urged to flash a little pussy. But, to be fair, there was no pressure. Just no chance of winning. The first girl out had on a white silk shirt, a pearl choker and tight black pants. After they called her name, she walked out onto the floor, unbuttoning her shirt to the waist. She stopped by various tables and bent over, allowing the guys to gaze in at her breasts. On the way back, she took her shirt off, revealing a very nice strapless semi-bra. And her tits, though small, looked great. The next girl had on pretty much the same thing, minus the choker, except she had on a black skirt instead of pants. Which meant that she was limited in what she could do, and she pretty much copied the first girl. She wasn't going to be competition. The third girl up was the one in the pajamas — Jeannie. She had a ton of energy, was very playful and was just plain super-cute. Blonde, wavy shoulder length hair. Curves that showed through her pajamas. And an adorable little nose. We hadn't done any dances yet, but I could tell that most of the guys in the club were already falling in love with her. I just wanted to fuck her. Jeannie unbuttoned her pajama top, revealing that she was not wearing a bra. Her breasts bounced as she walked, and she stopped by couple of tables to press her tits into some guys faces. She was a hit, and the crowd was cheering her on. I was up next. I strutted over to the first table of guys. "Would you please untie my sailor top?" I asked. "And please be sure to cop a feel or two as well." They needed no further encouragement. Soon my top was open, and I felt several different hands groping my breasts and tweaking my nipples. I hit a few more tables, and let the guys there feel me up, too. I was beginning to have fun. I walked back to the head of the room, and the first girl was up again. She peeled off her semi-bra, and then undid her pants, sliding them to her ankles. She had on a skinny black thong and thigh-high stockings. She looked good. She walked out and stopped by several tables, squatting on guys' knees and hugging them, kissing their necks and grinding her breasts into their chests. The guys hugged her back and groped a little side-boob, but nothing like what I had done. The second girl took off her bra and stepped out of her skirt. She actually had a better ass than I initially thought, and her breasts looked good, too. But she didn't have a lot of flair, and she basically repeated what the first girl had done. Next up was Jeannie, who theatrically removed her pajama top and threw it behind her. Then she undid the drawstring on the bottoms and let them slide to the floor. She had on a red thong. She strutted out to the first table and spread the legs of the first guy there. She turned around and sat down in his lap, grinding away at his crotch. She did much the same at other tables, though sometimes she would take a guy's hands and run them slowly up her thighs before putting them on her breasts. She was a tease, and a good one at that. And she sported a huge smile. She liked doing this. For my turn, I peeled out of my hot pants, revealing a black thong. Not original, I know, but it's a classic. I went over to the first table and found some crotches to grind on. But I wanted to something different than Jeannie, so I ran my hand under my thong and stuck a finger in my pussy. Then I pulled it out and licked it clean. I put in my pussy and offered it to the gentleman behind me. He graciously opened his mouth. I repeated this trick several more times and then headed back. The first girl was up for the final round. She was working the seductress angle, and slinked over to the first table. Then she slowly — slowly — rolled her thong down to the top of her thighs. Her pussy was shaved, and the guys loved it. The second girl wasn't nearly so brave. She flashed her pussy, but wouldn't roll down her thong. Jeannie was up next. She stepped forward proudly, then pushed her thong down to her ankles. Then she paraded slowly around the tables, letting guys feel her thighs and ass. She still had that big smile.The crowd loved her. I needed to do something bigger and better if I was going to beat her. So I didn't wait for her to return before I dropped my thong. But instead of walking by the tables, I walked right towards Jeannie. When I got to her, I put my arms around her and kissed her. I was worried she might freak, but she was into it. She put her arms around me and kissed me back. The crowd was going crazy, watching two nude girls make out in the middle of the floor. I moved my right hand down to her crotch and started fingering her. She, nicely, did the same to me. Then I pulled my fingers out and fed Jeannie her own pussy juices. She returned the favor. 
One more kiss, and we walked back to the front of the room, our arms still around each other. Rob came out and announced that the contest ended in a tie, so both Jeannie and I would pocket $250. And the night was just beginning. I put my clothes back on and headed back out on the floor. I found the guys I'd been drinking with before the contest, and asked if anyone cared for a dance. They did, so I straddled the one closest to me. "Would you please take off my top?" I asked. He readily obliged, and I sank down on to him. I ground my crotch against him, trying to make him hard. I leaned in and whispered in his ear.
 "Thank you," I said. "This feels good." He put his arms around me, then moved his hands down to the top of my hot pants. "You can grab my ass," I said, kissing him softly on the cheek. "I'd like that." His hands slipped further south. "I think I need to take those hot pants off. Would you excuse me?" I stood up slowly, turned around and slowly pulled the hot pants down to the ground. Then I turned around to sit down on his lap again. I saw him pull his hand from his pant — he had adjusted his cock so it was pointing straight up. "Thank you," I said. "That will make it easier to ride your cock." I sat back down, and his hands embraced my naked ass. I looked around to see what the other girls were doing. Most were down to their thongs, with some limited groping. I looked at my guy's friends, and their eyes were glued to my ass cheeks, and the hands that were kneading them. That felt good. And like that, the first song was over. I kissed my guy softly on the cheek, bringing my lips put to feather his as I pulled away. "Would you care for another dance?" "Please, Kathi." "Do you like me with my thong on or off?" "I like you with your thong on, but I think I'd love you with your thong off. How much?" "Just $40. But you have to pull my thong off for me." I stood up, turned around and thrust my ass in his face. He put his hands on my hands on my hips and roughly pulled my thong to the floor. I was nude again. I took a step backward and sat down on hip lap. I felt his erection with my ass, and maneuvered his cock in between my ass cheeks. I leaned back into him and rode his cock up and down. I reached behind me and took his head in my hands. I kissed his cheek and tongued his ear. Then I grabbed his hands and put them on my tits. "You can pinch my nipples," I whispered in his ear. And he did. Softly, at first, but then hard enough to make me sit up. "Too hard?" he asked.
 "No. You're just hard enough," I said. I pushed my ass back harder on his cock. The second song stopped, but I kept grinding. "Can we do one more, please?" I asked. I reached behind me and grabbed his cock through his pants. "Fuck yes," he said. I stood up and faced him, then got down on my knees. I slowly brought my head down to his crotch, and opened my mouth and stuck out my tongue. Then I licked his cock through his pants, from the balls up to the head. I did it again, and again. Then I put my mouth on his cock and breathed out. "Can you feel that? Can you feel my hot breath on your cock?" I asked. "Oh, yeah," he said. I stood up and straddled him. I put my hand on his cock and smiled at him. Then I lowered myself onto his cock and started dry-humping him. I put my arms around him and leaned in. "I can feel your cock on my clit, and I love it." I kissed his cheek repeatedly. He turned his face, and tried to kiss me on the lips. I let him. Then I felt his tongue split my lips, and I let him. His tongue entered my mouth, and I kissed him back. Oddly, this felt dirty. Fingering a girl in front of a crowd of men was just good sexy fun. But actually making out with a customer felt more intimate. It felt like something I shouldn't do. Then he pulled his face off mine and started sucking on my tits. I leaned back to give him space. Then the third song ended. "Another one?" I asked. "Later. I need to slow down," he said. "I just spent $100 in ten minutes." "Was I worth it?" "Yes. Absolutely yes," he said. I stood up and got dressed. I noticed how all of his friends watched me put my clothes back on. My guy paid me, and asked me to swing by later. When I took the cash from his hand, I kissed him, and gave his cock one last squeeze. As I walked away, I surveyed the room. It was turning out to be a pretty good party. The room was full, but nearly everybody had a seat. There was a lot of female flesh on display, and the guys seemed happy. Three or four of the girls were nude, but most of them were still wearing their thongs. I did notice that most of the girls were getting groped in one way or another, and they didn't seem to mind. These girls were amateurs, but they were all sluts in the end. I kept walking around the party until I found someone to dance for. Then I'd do my three-dance routine again. I would get naked, groped and fingered. And I got paid for it! I was beginning to feel like a piece of meat — in the best possible way. I loved how much the guys wanted to touch my naked body. It was absolutely turning me on. By 11:30, the second shift of girls had shown up, and I decided to take a break. In addition to the $250 from the contest, I'd made $400 in tips. I wanted to put the cash in my bag in the dressing room. And who should I find there but my favorite pajama-wearer. Jeannie bounded up to me.
 "How you doing?" she asked. "Good," I said. "Getting nude. Getting manhandled." "I saw those guys had their hands all over you." "Yeah, it was cool." "I have a proposition for you, if you're interested," she said. "Sure. What is it?" "There are four guys who think we're super-hot. They want to watch us fuck. $250 each for twenty minutes. You in?" "Do you want to fuck me, or is it about the money?" I asked. "Oh, I want to fuck you. But I'd love to get paid for it, too!" I kissed her. "Then let's fuck," I said. We walked out of the dressing room and over to Jeannie's guys. They were cute, a little older than me. I stood behind her and cupped her breasts. Jeannie took the money as I kissed her neck. "Let's go downstairs," said Jeannie. "We'll have more space down there." There were a couple of guys and girls down there, but they were just having dances. We went into a corner and pushed a couple of tables together to make a platform. The guys settled into their seats and ordered a couple bottles of champagne for us. I started kissing Jeannie. I moved my hands to her ass and pulled her into me. Her hands went to my breasts, undoing my sailor top. I undid her pajama top and pulled it off her. Then I went for her bottoms, undoing the cord and pushing them down to the ground. I felt her unzip my hot pants and push them down, too. I felt her yank down my thong, and I did the same to her. All while we were kissing. We stepped away from our clothes, and Jeannie pushed me onto our platform. I laid down and she spread my legs. She brought her face down and began to eat me out. I looked around at the guys — they were loving it, and I loved that they were watching us. I reached down to put my hands on Jeannie's head, but she had other ideas. She flipped me over and tongued my asshole. I loved it, and moaned loudly. I tried to relax my anus to let her tongue in as far as it could go. Then she slipped me over again. She started to finger me, first with one, then two digits. And that's when I felt a finger entering my ass. She was giving me the charger, and she was giving it to me good. Then she leaned in and tongued my clit, too. Nude in New York Ch. 02 It didn't take long for me to cum. She pulled out of me, and I lay on the platform, twitching. The guys applauded. I gathered my wits and sat up. Jeannie leaned in and kissed me. Then she put her fingers in my mouth. "Your turn," I said. She laid down on the platform and I dove right in. I ate her pussy like I was starving. I nibbled on her clit with my teeth — she liked that. And then I put two fingers in her, and pounded her. She came quickly, but I could tell she had more in her, so I didn't let up. She was making incredible noises, and was turning me on again. And that's when it hit me. Right in the face. Jeannie was a squirter, and she'd launched her load all over me. It was much bigger than a guy's load, and it drenched me. But she really wasn't done, so she started masturbating. A few seconds later, and another load hit my face. I opened my mouth. There was a third squirt, and I was ready for it. I had a mouthful of her juice. Jeannie stopped, and just laid there, twitching. I climbed on top of her, and slowly opened my mouth. Her squirt started to come out, and she opened her mouth to catch it. I filled her mouth and she swallowed, taking her fluids back into her body. Then we kissed. The guys were going wild. "Hold on a sec," said one of them. "How much for a quick suck and fuck? Trust me, it's not going to take long." "Sorry," I said, "but I don't have condoms." "I do," said Jeannie. "In my pants." I looked at her. And she looked at the guys. "$500 from each of you, and we fuck and suck." she said. I kissed her. "You just made me a whore," I said. "Kathi, that happened a long time ago," she said. "You're just realizing it now." 
That hit me. All the time I'd been a pro domme, I told myself that I wasn't a whore — just a sex worker. And then when I let in to my exhibitionist streak, I said I was just Nude Girl. But I was taking it further today. I'd chosen this club so I'd be touched. I'd even thought about giving a blow job. But I wasn't going to do that for money — just for fun. I hadn't really thought about fucking someone for money. I didn't even bring condoms with me! But here I was, about to get fucked by four strangers, for $1000. I was a whore. A wave of guilt and shame washed over me. It turned me on. The guys dropped their trousers and we were staring at four cocks. Jeannie got off the platform and down on her knees. She grabbed a couple of cocks in her hands and started sucking. She'd blow one for a few seconds, then switch off to the other. But she never took her hands off those dicks. I followed suit, and started to blow the other two cocks. I worked my way up and down the shaft, removing my mouth only long enough to suck their balls. I heard Jeannie gag, and when I looked over I saw a tide of saliva come out of her mouth, down her chin and onto her breasts. She was out-whoring me, and I wasn't about to let that happen. I put a cock in my mouth and put the guy's hands on my head. He knew what I wanted — face-fucking. I tried to relax my throat, because I knew what was about to happen. He slammed his cock in and out my mouth. Then he pushed further, and I felt the head of the cock begin to enter my throat. This was always the worst part for me, as I still had a pretty strong gag reflex. I relaxed my throat, and he was in. He held my head in place, and I gagged. Spit came out of my mouth and ran down my face. But the cock didn't move. I was deep-throating him. He pulled out and handed me over to the next guy. I stole a glance at Jeannie, and saw her go balls-deep on one of her guys. Nice. I opened my mouth for the next guy, and clasped my arms behind my back. I had seen this in an Asa Akira video, and I thought it looked hot. Very submissive. The cock entered my mouth. He pounded my face and within seconds he was in my throat. Then he pulled me all the way off, and I gasped for air. Then it was back down on the cock, all the way to the balls. He held my face in his crotch. I stretched my jaw, and pushed my tongue out to lick his balls. Then he pulled my head off again. Then back on the dick, and back off. Back on, back off. A gasp for air. Back on. Then he pulled me off again and tossed me on the floor. These guys were playing rough. They ordered Jeannie and me to switch places. We were whores, after all. When I stood up, I saw we'd gathered an audience. Guys and girls were coming downstairs to watch the show — our show. I was a little woozy from the face-fucking, but I sensed this was going to be big. I was going to have one of the largest audiences of my sexual life. And I was about to get gang-banged. This was the big leagues. This was porn star territory. I wanted this, but .... Fuck. I wanted this. There were tears in Jeannie's eyes from the face-fucking. I hugged her, and licked the spit from her face. "You can do this," I said. "You're going to do this, and you're going to cum, and you're going to like it. Because you're a whore." She sniffled. "They're a little rougher than I thought," she said. "Take it," I said. "Make me proud." I got on my knees again. Two cocks down, two to blow. Arms behind back, clasped. Mouth open. Fuck my face. Two hands go on my head. A cock in my throat. I push my head forward and it enters my throat. I relax as much as I can, letting the cock slide in and out. I gag occasionally, but the cock likes that. It brings up thick spit, and helps to lubricate my throat. The cock disappears, and the hands go off my head. I keep my mouth open, as there's another cock to serve. And that's what my mouth is for right now — to serve cock. I don't even open my eyes. It's another cock, going in my mouth. This one is easier, because my throat is used to being fucked now. It easily slides in, with no gagging. And then I feel the fingers on my nose, sealing it. I try to remain calm. I open my mouth and try to breathe around the cock. Some air comes in, but not enough. I feel myself suffocating on cock. But I don't panic; I remain calm. As my head begins to spin, the hands on my head push me to the ground. The cock is gone. I hear Jeannie gag, and then she falls on top of me. The face-fucking is over. It's just the pussy fucking now. Somebody lifts Jeannie off of me. Then I feel hands on my arms and legs, and I'm being lifted up, too. I'm placed on the platform, and they position Jeannie on top of me, head to ass. Her pussy is a scant few inches above my face, so I reach up and lick it. I feel her do the same to me. But then a hand pushed my face out of the way, and I saw a condom-clad penis enter Jeannie's pussy. Then I felt a cock enter mine. The last barrier had dropped. I was a whore now — getting fucked for money. Nothing I could do would ever change this. I didn't have time to think about this though, because the cock that had been in Jeannie's pussy was now slapping my face. I opened my mouth, and it went in. I could taste the latex and Jeannie's pussy. It pushed its way into my throat. Somebody was rubbing my clit. I think it was the guy fucking me, but it could have been Jeannie. Whatever — it was working. I relaxed and let the magic hit me. I came again. Jeannie had relaxed, too. In fact, she was back to her old ways, bucking and moaning. And when she came, she squirted. All over my face. Again. I was drenched. The guys kept switching up. I couldn't see their faces. I'd only feel a new cock enter me. Or a new cock go into Jeannie. The switched up again, and a guy spat on Jeannie's asshole. I knew what this meant. "Hey," I yelled, "anal's extra." "How much?'" said the guy. I still couldn't see his face. "$250 each. Another grand total, and you can have our asses." Jeannie turned and looked at me. "You're selling my ass?" she asked. "You sold my pussy, and my mouth," I responded. "Now whore up! You can do this." She looked away for a second, but her gaze returned to me. "I need to do this," she said. "I do, too," I said. "I love you." "I love you too, baby doll." And the first cock entered my ass. It hurt, because I hadn't been warmed up properly. But sometimes a whore has to do things which hurt. I concentrated on relaxing my anus until the cock slid in easily. It felt good. It filled me up. I liked it. Above me, a cock was pushing into Jeannie's ass. A few slow strokes, then it found its rhythm. I'd never seen anal sex from so close before. It was oddly beautiful, the way the anus flexed inwards and outwards depending on the stroke, never losing grip of the penis. I imagined what my asshole looked like, with a cock going in and out. Then the cock came out and landed on my face. I knew the guy wanted ATM, but I'd only done that a couple of times, and only with Peter. This was it. How filthy was I going to be? Would I take a cock, fresh out of some girl's ass, and put it in my mouth? Would I suck the ass juice off? Would I do it for money? I'd do it because I was a whore. I opened my mouth and relaxed my throat. The cock slid in effortlessly, and I could taste Jeannie's ass off the condom. I gagged, but not badly. Just enough to re-lubricate the cock. And back it went into Jeannie's ass. I felt the cock leave my ass and heard it go into Jeannie's mouth. She was doing ATM as well. Good. A new cock went into my ass, and a new guy positioned himself over my head. I couldn't see their faces. They were just cocks to me. More deep-throating. More ass-fucking. They were done with us. They only wanted to cum. That was fair, as I had cum so often I was weak. They had to pry me off the table for their cum shots. For those, they positioned Jeannie and me on the floor. They told us to hug each other and make out. Then the four of them stood in front of us, stroking their cocks. Their cum rained down our faces. I turned my face towards them, trying to catch as much semen in my mouth as I could. They left the money on a table — three grand total, fifteen hundred each. Plus what I made earlier, I had over two grand. And I'd been groped, manhandled and fucked. I was a whore. A thousand dollar whore. A good whore. Jeannie and I went to the women's room to clean ourselves up as best we could. But what I needed was a shower. So I got dressed, exited St. Venus and took a cab to Peter's. He wasn't back yet, but I had a key. I dropped my sex-stained clothes in a corner and hopped in the shower. I let the hot water wash away my filth. I toweled off and thought about what to do. Then I got on-line and booked two plane tickets to LA. I packed a bag for me and one for Peter. When he came home, I tossed his ass in the shower, then we got dressed and headed to the airport. When we were in the cab, I told him what had happened. I told him everything. How I'd let strangers fuck my ass for money. How I'd turned into a whore. He said he didn't care. I slept in his arms on the flight. Six hours later, we were in LA, riding in a rental towards a cheap hotel in Venice Beach. We got a quick lunch, then some red wine, brandy and fruit. We made poor man's sangria in the hotel room and filled our water bottles with it. We grabbed some towels and headed off to the beach. The sun felt on me. I was wearing a bikini Peter had bought for me in St. Barths. I let my mind drift. Within the last twenty-four hours ago, I'd been mauled and groped, eaten out a girl, gotten drenched with squirt, deep-throated four cocks and been anally gang-banged. I didn't feel guilty or shameful. It all felt ... matter-of-fact. I was a lot filthier than I'd thought. Because I liked it. I'd do it again. Not soon, but sometime. I knew that physically I could do, and my mind was in a place where I could enjoy being used. But I needed to remind myself of some of the simpler pleasures of sex. I took a sip of sangria and stood up. "Let's head back," I said. "I think I want sex." When we entered the hotel room, I took off Peter's clothes and had him lie down on the bed. Then I disrobed and got the lube. I crawled into bed beside him." "I want to try something," I said, pouring lube on his cock. "What?" he asked. "Just shush," I said. I kissed him and felt his cock thicken. I stroked it slowly. I looked down and watched it grow. Then I kissed Peter, and he put an arm around me. I stroked him harder, and he started to moan. "Hold on, I'm getting close ..." "Shush, I said." I stroked him even harder, and looked into his eyes. They closed slowly, and I felt his cock twitch. I felt his warm cum land on my hand. "Whoa," he said. "That was nice. If unexpected." "I wanted to do something simple. Like from high school," I said. "I wanted to see if it would still work. And what's simpler than a hand job? And I liked it." "I'll take a hand job from you anytime," he said. We showered and went out for an early dinner. We stopped by a local dive bar for a couple of drinks, then went home and went to bed. No sex. We were tired. The next day we hit the beach, then had simple, straight-forward sex. Oral, missionary, doggie — that was about it. But the next night found me face down on the bathroom floor of that dive bar, with Peter's cock down my ass. Variety, my friends. Variety.