2 comments/ 23492 views/ 9 favorites The Strip and Fuck Club Ch. 01 By: bhuff Ned watched the pixel-generated stripper dance on his computer screen. She was curvaceous and supple; contorting into sensual poses that displayed the exact image she knew captured a man's interest. And Ned was definitely interested. He squiggled in his seat, trying to relieve a bit of the crowding in his crotch. It was always this way for Ned, a balance between passion and profession. The stripper was acting out the classic business woman performance. Her pin-striped wool suit was custom fit to her buxom figure. The waist was buttoned tight around her athletic mid-section. The wide-open lapels exhibited lots of cleavage. The hip-hugging pencil skirt was scandalously short, exposing her trim thighs. The unconventional office uniform didn't hide her raw feminine beauty. Her chosen career ladder did not include typing, filing and catching phone calls; those activities were better handled by the run-of-the-mill women in the secretarial pool. Her skills were better suited to private closed door activities where she could kneel, squat or lean over a desk; activities related to easing her boss's carnal stresses and tensions. Her presentation was way beyond what every business executive in the audience wished his company allowed for dress code or that the HR department allowed for employee relations. By now, the dancer had already shed her tailored business jacket and skirt. She was down to thong, heels and a too-small bra. Her wavy blonde hair was bunched in an office-style bun with a pencil as hair pin. Her stiletto strides bounced her bra-trapped chest meat and the strained cups were slipping, the top arc of her dark aureoles peeking above the over stretched fabric. With each dance step, the cups slipped further on her gyrating boobs. The buxom actress stopped stage forward, looked down and her expression glowed mild surprise at the partial nipple exposure. A coy shrug of resignation preceded her arms drifting behind her back. She peered off above the stage front, bit her lower lip and appeared to struggle with the clasp. She struggled for a while, rolling the orbs even more. Ned shifted impatiently, waiting for the stripper to get on with the stripping. He was calmed when the entertainer's face proudly lit up, signaling her success. She leaned forward and observed the progress as her loose white silk brushed off her generous mounds and slowly slid down her arms. She tipped her face up to her audience as she shimmied the loose masses in a playful bent-over tease. Her performance had finally arrived at the obligatory audience participation. The auditorium filled with male voices cheering her onward. The stripper slinked to stage right and played TV game hostess next to the electronic tote board. The board lit up, flashing numbers which tallied the men's bids. She swept her arms gracefully as she pointed to each successive higher offer, higher bids over-writing lower bids in a rush to the countdown. This evening's exclusive audience competed in this silent electronic auction for the privilege of partnering with her onstage to finish the show. They had paid well to be members of the Strip and Fuck Club and these auctions during the live shows were the reason why. When the countdown busser sounded, a whoop went up from a dark corner of the auditorium and the happy winner bounded down the aisle, shedding shirt and shoes as he scrambled onstage. The stripper met him center stage with a bijou cheek kiss, her hands grabbing both of his to ease his exuberance. The winner regained his composure as she took charge and guided him through the remaining activities. She stood her mark under the bright stage lights, hands at her sides with model bright smile peering at the murky auditorium. Her eyes followed his movement as he slowly paced a circle around his prize. He stood behind her and removed the pencil hair pin. She broke pose to help him finger comb her tresses. The smooth long strands fell over her back and chest. She cleared them aside of her milky spheres, exposing the nipples for her man's next inevitable move. He leaned in and breathed deep from her perfumed tresses. His hands came around her torso and cupped the masses, tweaking the nipples. His hands kneaded the natural man toys, proving to the audience what they had suspected from the dancer's free movements: her tits were real. The dancer leaned her head against his cuddling face with one hand furtively stealing back to rub his crotch... Behind him, Ned heard a voice. "Dad, Mom wants to know if you need anything before she goes to work." Ned stopped the video and leaned back in his office chair. The screen snapshotted the beautiful dancer, full-frontal topless, face turned into the face of the giddy gentleman who clutched handfuls of her abundant boobs from behind. Ned swiveled his chair to find his daughter in the office doorway, her hands on hips, awaiting his reply. Ned recalled that his wife had been booked to fulfil a Fantasy Request this evening. That left Ned with his two daughters. "How about you and Kathy; are you working tonight?" "Kathy is the featured performer tonight at the Strip and Fuck but I have the night free." Ned was not surprised by his wife and daughter's activities. He was the sole owner of the prosperous men's club and the business had made his family rich and eccentric. It was inevitable that his wife, and then his grown daughters, would demand their share of the amusement. His wife opted to fulfill Fantasy Requests, enjoying the exotic variety of scenes that could be played out beyond the confines of the Club. For now, Ned and his wife insisted that the girls play within the safety of the Strip and Fuck Club's limits. "Tell Mom, she needn't worry; you and I will be just fine. You can help me review some of these quality control videos. Let's make it a 'Daddy-and-Daughter Night'." Karen turned and yelled back down the hallway. "MOM! Dad says he's okay. Have a nice time at work!" Ned watched Karen amble over to his desk. Her T-shirt rippled as her unfettered breasts bounced and the peekaboo points danced figure-eight beneath the loose cotton. Her bare feet and legs protruded beneath drawstring sweat-shorts. Karen two hands rotated her father's head back toward the screen and she pushed the RESUME button. She dreamily pressed her soft tits into his shoulders as she hugged his chest and watched the stripper continue her routine. The on-screen winning bidder continued to caress his prize, finally squatting to yank down her thong, then standing as he dropped his own pants around his ankles. The stripper helped him get seated on the waiting stool. She sashayed around him, letting her hand smooth against his shoulders, neck and scalp. Her touch was magical and the envious audience saw how it made the winner smile. Each disappointed gentleman shared the same thought: 'Next time, I will bid quicker and higher'. The almost naked stripper straddled the man's hips and wormed his ready erection inside her welcoming womb. She lap-danced her wobbly tits against his suckling lips. Her ass gave the enthralled audience a good show as she rode her man's embedded cock. Their body movements grew more erratic. As the action reached its most fervent level, the man stood up with his cock still impaled deep and deposited the stripper on her back on the stage floor. His hips moved briskly between her spread thighs as he pounded her core. She stiffened and screamed out her ecstasy. He bellowed his own roaring orgasm and his exhausted body collapsed onto her curvaceous soft form. The on-screen show faded to black as the stage lights extinguished, accompanied by wild audience cheering. "So, my daughter, what do you think? " "Oh my God, Daddy, was that Karoline? Wow! She has gotten really good this year!" "So..., do you think we should keep Karoline for another contract year or trade her to a club in another town? We need to keep the talent fresh, huh?" "She seems to enjoy her work here. Let's give her a few more months until she has rotated through the membership roster. Then we can trade her or let her undertake some Fantasy Fulfillments. Some of the members like repeat episodes with the same stripper." Ned made a few notes in the stripper's employee file before switching off the computer. He was not obliged to watch every stripper's every performance but found it helpful to be informed of their artistic and sensual endowments when annual contract negotiations were due. "Daddy, if you're the club owner, why don't you just go down there and give them real hands-on evaluations?" "Too many variables. And I can watch several videos at one sitting. I am not as young as I used to be; I can't stay vital and objective for back to back sessions." "That's a shame. Because someone wants your hands-on evaluation right now and I said I'd ask you. Come on, are you sure you don't want to try?" Karen placed a finger beneath her father's chin and beckoned him to stand. With her arm over her shoulder and her crooked finger catching his chin, she led him out of his office down the hallway. She knew he was watching her ass undulate under the thin terrycloth shorts. She theatrically sashayed her hips to spur him on. Ned was unresisting to her lead. The Strip and Fuck Club Ch. 02 Ned and his daughter Karen entered the mansion's in-house mini-studio where Ned often interviewed potential stripper employees. It was just a few cushioned chairs arrayed before a low wooden dance platform. It had a modest sound system and a simple set of stage lights. The stage was dark and quiet as Ned and Karen settled in. A light flute tune added ambiance as the stage slowly lightened to reveal a colorful heap of clothes center stage. The fabric pile rippled from underneath to the beat of the background music. It grew taller and graceful as writhing arms extended outward, snaking the air in rhythm. The human form beneath the cloak stood tall and swayed with the music. The figure twirled and the cloak billowed out to reveal her feet spinning in the dancer heels. Ned leaned up in his seat. The girl was mysteriously intriguing. Ned didn't remember having an interview scheduled but the hectic nightclub business sometimes took on a life of its own and he just went along with the flow. The dancer stopped. The cloak dropped to drape her form. Unexpectedly, it whooshed up and back again, falling off the performer's back. She stood in a Middle Eastern dancer pose, one foot forward, hands on hips, flowing dark hair cascading to her waist over the bejeweled belly dancer costume. She captured Ned's eyes with an assertive gaze that emanated from her perfect stage makeup: murky eyes, rosy cheeks, and a full toothed beauty queen smile shining from her cherry lips. Ned relaxed back in his seat. Karen snuggled closer to Ned, hugging his arm and giggling. She had done her sisterly duty. She had brought Daddy to the performance. Now it was up to Kathy, the other daughter posed onstage, to keep his attention. Kathy must dig deep and bring out her finest sensuality if she wanted that hands-on evaluation of her newest routine from the only judge that mattered: Daddy. Kathy's body rocked anew to the beat of the music. She gathered her hair in her fists and held it in a bunch against her head. She rolled her hips in a slow pirouette, showing off the agility of her toned core muscles. She hoped her one-man audience would fantasize about her moist pussy, propelled by those hips, pivoting sensuous gyrations on his embedded hard erection. Ned broke a smirk. Kathy's copulation inferences were well received. His daughter's ass and tit jiggles perked his sexual instincts. He squirmed anew in his seat. His attending daughter noted his sensual angst and acted. Ned continued to stare as one daughter belly-danced onstage and his other daughter found and unzipped his pants, relieving his bulging confinement. Her warm soft hand cradled and stroked his exposed penis and it swelled even more. Meanwhile, the dancing daughter had shed much of the extraneous coverings, leaving her with only the silky skirt veiled mini-thong and velvet bejeweled bra. She slowed her moves. Her hands disappeared behind her form. Her cocked arms signaled that the jeweled bra was about to depart the show. She processed forward, step-stop-step, closer to her star-struck prey. Ned's cock almost ached; his eyes were glued to his dancing daughter's alluring performance. His attending daughter thumbed the crown of his rock hard cock, getting Ned even more aroused. Dancing Kathy glided to a halt at arms' distance. She leaned forward, giving her Daddy a fine down cleavage view. Her hands fumbled with the bra clasp. Ned licked his lips in anticipation. Kathy leaned even further and moved her face to Ned's ear. He lost eye contact with her jostling breasts and lifted his hands to reacquire the sequin covered beauties. She lipped and nipped his earlobe and laced her fingers over her father's strong hands, pressing him to grip harder and cooing encouragement in his ear. "I like them held tight" she muttered. Ned obliged with a crushing series of tighter grips and little bounces. The straps of the loosened top tapped against his arms. Kathy pulled his hands away and the top dropped to the floor. She steered his hands back to the naked soft masses. Ned took over, firmly tweaking the nips and kneading her full breasts. Kathy and her Daddy moaned together. His cock throbbed with eagerness. Karen's hands felt the penile pulses and noted pre-cum wetting the tip. Her sister and father were fully engaged in robust tit-play. She leaned in and her mouth descended on her father's knob, kissing away the masculine liquor. Her lips slid slowly from tip to corona and held, tongue swirling on the crown. Her hair tickled Ned's bare belly as her head bobbed downward. She palmed his loose swinging balls, gently cradling them close to his groin. Kathy probed her tongue into Ned's ear canal. Ned jerked back from the sensation and, using Kathy's tits as hand-holds drew her in for a smothering kiss. Kathy's tongue slipped deep and swirled on his tongue. Ned's body was submerged in the daughterly duo's carnal delights. The loving embraces were winding his ardor higher and higher. Ned finally went over the erotic peak and shot wads of sperm deep into Karen's gullet. His gusty cries were drowned in Kathy's open mouth kisses. The daughters held him and supported his rigid, then crumpling body. They were momentarily fearful of having worked the old man too hard. Ned slumped in his seat, his arms falling to his sides. Karen licked and lapped his prick, giving her Daddy gentle after-strokes and vacuuming up the wayward pearls of spunk. Kathy had disengaged her mouth and held her father's face into her blushing buxom, letting Ned regain his breath in the smoldering cleavage. She rubbed her cheek atop his head, fingering his neck hairs while whispering '...breathe, daddy, that's it...deep, calm breathes...oh, that's a good daddy...' The daughters lifted away from the satiated man and watched his expression recover its calm. Kathy picked her top off the floor and slung it over her shoulder. She touched her finger playfully to her father's nose. "Thanks, Daddy. I wanted a dress rehearsal before my new act tonight. Karen agreed to help. But I didn't have time to re-douche before going to the club. Tonight's winning bidder desires fresh meat, not sloppy seconds. We have certain standards to maintain at the Strip and Fuck. Ciao!" Kathy gathered the discarded pieces of her dance costume and left the practice room, headed for work. Karen helped her Daddy fix up and zip up before escorting him upstairs to his master suite. She looked forward to a little more Daddy-Daughter Time. But another blowjob wasn't going to do it. With any luck, she and her daddy could review a few more performance videos and he would recover his vigor quickly. She wanted to re-enact that first video he had been reviewing: a good strip, some seated cock rubbing and a honest cunt pounding on the bedroom floor. Karen's groin warmed at the mental visual. Ned watched her T-shirt shrouded breasts bump together as she hungrily backpedalled, tugging Ned up the stairs. The night was young and full of promise. -------------------------------- The room twinkled with fleeting light radiating from the grounds around the estate. Ned laid comfortably content on the mattress. His tumescent cock lolled against his thigh as he lay sideways watching his daughter sleep next to him. Karen's breathing lifted and lowered her rosy nipples mounted atop her viscous boobs. The rosy splotches were fading. Karen had begged her father to recreate the videoed Strip and Fuck performance. In his fervor to be realistic, Ned had roughly man-handled Karen's tits while her stretched cunt entertained his prick. He pestered his impaled lap dancing daughter to stroke his cock longer, faster, and firmer, harshly accenting his demands. Undeterred by her cries of struggle and pain, Ned had mercilessly pinched, pulled, slapped and tickled her fun-bags. Karen had heartily accepted her fate. No good deed goes unpunished. Earlier, she had saved her sister, Kathy, from last minute preening when she had drained their daddy's balls orally. With Ned's growing age and experience, he required more and rowdier stimulus. In this subsequent bout, Ned pinched hard and shook her nipples. His prick liked when the harsh stings seized-up and rippled her cunt. She squirmed and squeaked but endured the reflected pain for her daddy's sake and satisfaction. And the stimulus was working. Karen was all set to conclude this extended fuck. She heard Ned gust his breath, signaling his approaching orgasm. He braced to stand up with her locked to his groin and Karen braced for the grand finale. Ned gripped handfuls of her succulent ass and, still locked in missionary position, rose and plopped Karen hard on the rug. He crushed her sore breasts beneath his chest. Karen squealed her protest. Her tits stung from his hardy maltreatment. Her heels flailed his ass and thighs as he hammered her groin. Her writhing attempts to ease the friction on her sore nipples only added to his lust. She suddenly succumbed to the fervor. Her cunt clamped of its own accord and they climaxed together. Now rested somewhat, Ned watched her sleep. He heard footsteps in the hallway. The door cracked open and his other daughter Kathy slid into the boudoir. She had returned from work. She looked rumpled and wore mere remnants of her belly dancer costume. Ned supposed she had delivered a decadent performance; she looked fucked out and all done in. Her winning bidder was assuredly worn out as well. Karen stirred when she sensed the intrusion. She saw Kathy standing in the darkened room and knew it was time for her to go. She padded barefoot to her sister, smiled a quick pucker kiss and closed the door behind her. Kathy sloughed off the dregs of her costume before mounting the mattress and snuggling up to her Daddy. ----------------------------------- Morning dawned. Ned inhaled the perfume from his second daughter's hair draped on his neck and chest. Her warm bare boobs were compressed against his biceps. The perfume was mingled with the scent of dried perspiration and spunk. Whether it was his stink or hers was of no matter. They both needed a shower. Ned grazed his finger against her cheek. Kathy's eyes fluttered open. She smiled, remembering where she was and snuggled closer to her Daddy. She wiggled her sore groin and boobs tighter against his body, soothing the retreating aches with warmer hugging. "Good morning, sweetie. Sleep well? " Kathy yawned, smiled and wiggled more against Ned to signal her contentment. Ned sat up and swung out of the bed. Kathy pouted. Ned motioned her towards the bathroom. Kathy spun to the floor and skipped after him. They climbed in the shower. The duo washed, played and giggled beneath pulsing jets. Kathy used the time to stoke Ned's fire. His cock responded well to her efforts. She braced on the handholds as Ned balanced her ass against his groin and sweetly worked her pussy with long, slow strokes. Her boobs bobbed beneath her chest. But it was not enough. Ned pulled her soaking wet to the bed. They spent an hour curled into positions and rhythms, reveling in the slippery skin contact, pausing in unison just before the sensual peak and sliding back to extend the love play. Ned worked Kathy through a series of mini-gasms. With time running out on their privacy, Ned let go and sputtered his essence into her vibrating cunt. Kathy and Ned cuddled peacefully after that until his wife's return from her overnight foray sparked the house into activity. It was start of another day for the family owners of the Strip and Fuck Club. -------------------------------------- Ned watched the computer screen mount the video. He pushed PLAY and settled back to watch another quality control video. This one would be special. He had already experienced the dress rehearsal; now he would watch Kathy's full on stage performance from the night before. The stage was dark until a spot night shone down on the colorful mound of clothes center stage. Beginning the same as the dress rehearsal, the exotic music grew as the pile undulated. Kathy worked into her warmup for the enchantment of the all-male audience. Dancing hither and to across the stage, the shrouded figure finally stood tall and dramatically doffed the cloaking cover. Kathy posed in the belly dancer costume, her feet in heels and her face and hair thinly veiled. She sensuously snaked her arms, slowly pirouetting with hip pops that fluttered the translucent skirts. Her expert moves and generous curves waivered the thin veils, hinting at the sexual energy that would soon be unleased on a lucky bid-winning male from the audience. Kathy shimmied to stage right where the tote board was already set up. Kathy portrayed the time-honored TV game show hostess. The tote board lit up with bids as the countdown clock slid toward zero. There was a shout from the lucky bidder and he ran through the darkness and bounded onstage. Kathy's face was still veiled as she avoided his charge. Two stage assistants hurried to help. They smiled and whispered to the short man, leading him offstage as Kathy resumed her sensual strip show. It took her several minutes of teasing to remove her head scarf and fluttering skirt veils. That stall time was well spent by the stage assistants who were backstage preparing the winning bidder for his part of the show. With sweeping snake arms and fingers, Kathy directed the audience attention to stage right. The winning male was wheeled onstage, naked and strapped spread-eagle to a chrome frame. His head and low back were supported by cushioned rests. Those pads and the ankle and wrist cuffs were the only points of contact. They rolled him to center stage and positioned him sideways to the audience, tilted back to a comfortable almost-prone angle with his groin lowered to about knee high to Kathy. A low nervous chortle of encouragement filled the auditorium. This was not the normal performance. Kathy moved in slow circles about her man. She draped his exposed chest, face or legs with a removed skirt veil, dropping them piece by piece until her magnificent dancer's legs and ass were only barely encased by the thong. She stood astride his hips and shimmied her boobs. The sequins and bangles emitted skitters of reflected stage lights. She could see that her man was hard, very hard. His erection was engorged, the knob large and discolored from the volume of blood pounding through his veins. She lowered her hips and dragged her silken panty covered cunt along the length of his cock. The man wrestled with the wrist cuffs, trying to break out and grab the bra-covered boobs dangling before his face. It was no use. He laid his head back and accepted the fact that Kathy's timetable trumped his own. She teased him more, shaking her tits near his face. Kathy plucked at the thong snaps and drew it off. Now her moist pussy contacted her quarry's cock and she tented his erection with her vulva lips. She used her strong core muscles, disciplined by years of dance practice, to slide along her man's proud staff. The man tilted his head forward, straining to see the intimate contact that was sending twitches all around his groin. To Kathy, his crunched neck looked uncomfortable. It was time to give him something easier to see. Kathy's popped the front catch of her costume bra and peeled back the cups. The pleasure of caressing his cock with her moist cunt lips had erected her nipple nubs. Her nipples were naturally large and puffy; they seemed more so with the enhancing makeup. The man simply stared and surrendered again in his restraints. Kathy noted his capitulation and took command. Kathy maneuvered her hips to capture the large knob in her vulva lips, tilted up his shaft and pressed down. She had lubricated but she was also aroused. He slid in smoothly. The corona scoured her tunnel, adding to her excitement. The man closed his eyes and groaned. Kathy opened her eyes wide at the 'packed full' feeling. Her hands grabbed the frame's sidebars. She braced with hands, heels and hips for the final act of this sexual stage play. Her hips moved up and down, smoothly, steadily, sensually. She bent her elbows and dipped her chest, alternately daubing her nipples at his chest, nose and lips. He tried to capture the swaying masses with his mouth but playful Kathy popped back each time, denying him the pleasure. The man's eyes looked wild, his face flush with anticipation of his overdue orgasm. His unrestrained hips were jogging in time with Kathy's strokes and his breathing coming in gusts. With a pitched bellow, Kathy's stage mate arched his back, strained at the cuffs and filled Kathy's womb with his spunk, giving her cunt the sullying that she had saved just for him at this very moment. She joined him in ecstasy, arching her own back and emitting staccato feminine cries of delight. The onstage pandemonium ceased and the pair slumped together in a sweat drenched huddle. The silence was broken when the room swelled with applause and the enthralled audience cheered. A gratified Kathy raised her head just enough to thankfully smooch her bound paramour for his artistic excellence. The stage lights faded to black. The Strip and Fuck Club Ch. 03 The festive wedding weekend was upon the family. Karen's college roommate, Kori, was getting married. Kori had been a frequent mansion visitor during her college years. Ned had learned that she was an orphan who was being raised by her uncle. Ned had been intrigued by the little minx. She had sported the usual crop-top and tight jeans around the mansion. She displayed her body often in a mini-kini at their pool, provocatively accompanied by splashes and nip-slips. But Ned never pressed his attentions beyond being a friendly father of her best friend. Ned had gladly agreed to the use of the family mansion as the wedding venue. Kori and her uncle Michael visited the mansion a few weeks before the ceremony to meet Ned and inspect the grounds. Michael had heard rumors of Ned's business and off-hours enterprises. At the end of the extended visit, Mike asked Ned for some confidential chat time. The uncle laid out his proposal and waited with anticipation as a stunned Ned digested his plot. Ned recovered his senses and heartily shook Mike's hand in agreement. He assured him that all the proper arrangements would be made. Friday evening, the Groom's Dinner was full of good humor, food and drink. The best-man and the other lads took the groom into town for his Bachelor Party. Ned called ahead to the Strip and Fuck Club to make arrangements for a very special guest. The manager assured him the groom would be well taken care of... very well taken care of! Karen and Kathy took Kori to her guest room upstairs to try-out hair styles and makeup and checkout the wedding gown for any last minute adjustments. The girls started from scratch on a naked Kori. The sisters themselves were only dressed in skimpy underwear. They were all laughs and giggles as they practiced preening and prepping the bride. They brushed Kori's fawn colored hair into a silky flow across her shoulders. They played with makeup, counterpoising Kori's dark eyes with smoky eyelids and gull winged shaped eyebrows. Being naked but still protesting her modesty, Kori conceded to her frisky friends applying sexy body makeup to her feminine areas. They sampled perfumes. The sisters got out their pre-wedding present for Kori: risqué lingerie to wear beneath her wedding gown. During the first night of honeymoon, the revealing thong and garter set would remind her husband why he chose Kori over all others to be his life-mate. The nylons were sheer white, matching the strappy heels. The half bra shelved-up Kori's superb breasts into hypnotizing cleavage. Finally, it was time to test don the wedding gown. The white satin dress hugged Kori's busty figure, highlighting the volumes of creamy cleavage and accenting her perfectly shaped tits and ass. Her girlfriends 'ooh-ed' and 'aah-ed' as they posed Kori before the full length dressing mirrors, letting her see her perfection. Kori turned her body to and fro, delighting in her reflected image. She reveled in her joy. Karen and Kathy exchanged knowing glances and nods. It was time for the serious discussion divulging the conspired events for the rest of the night. Each sister took a hand and pressed the glowing Kori between them. Kori cherished the affection of such close friends. Kathy, as her closest friend, laid it out. Kori's smile melted as she listened in bewildered silence while Kathy related her uncle's plans. Karen chipped in to explain the reasons, offer encouragement and assuage Kori's heavy emotions. Uncle Mike had claimed 'prima noche', an ancient Gaelic ritual of first night, the right of the noble sire to be first to bed the new bride. Kori was shocked but not surprised. Uncle Mike had been loving and generous. He had supported her with every opportunity to blossom and succeed. Yes, after she left for college and returned for home visits, he had become more touchy and affectionate. At times, especially when a little tipsy, Uncle Mike had furtively pawed her ass or brushed her breasts as if by accident. But all and all, he was mainly a gentleman and doting uncle. Now, on the last night before walking her down the aisle and giving her away to matrimony, Uncle Mike intended to fuck her. She remembered seeing him around the house in various stages of undress. He was older but not that much older, having been her father's youngest brother. He was fit and she had noted how his tighty-whiteys bulged with his bulky package. She was curious. Her friends seemed to be nonchalant about the arrangements and that gave her some assurance that it was quite customary among the upper classes. Why not? She had heard of stranger things in her twenty something years. Kori looked back at her friends' faces in the mirror and nodded her reluctant consent. They clasped her hands in warm reply. Karen gave her some last words. "Stay here just as you are. Your champion will arrive shortly. Oblige his wishes and enjoy this destiny. It will turn out to be one of your most cherished memories. We will find you in the morning and make sure you arrive at your wedding fully primed for an exceptional life with your lucky husband." With those final words, the sisters buzzed her cheeks with friendly kisses and departed the room. Kori eyeballed herself in the mirror. She pep-talked mentally and practiced her expressions of stoic calmness. She felt the tension ease away as she acknowledged the coming events. It wouldn't be that bad. She was sexually experienced. Boys from her college classes and the local fraternities had stripped away her virginity and innocence long ago. She smirked inside; recalling the occasional horny professor she had added to the mix. Her grades had never suffered. Kori stiffened a smidge when she heard a rattle at the door. She watched in the mirror as the door opened. She flinched a little; the man in the bathrobe entering was not her uncle. It was her host, Ned. He stared back at her stoic demeanor. He carried a small bouquet in one hand as he closed the door and strode the floor. "Good evening, Kori. My, my...you do look lovely. Your fiancé is a very lucky man." Ned looked the young bride over. The tri-fold mirrors gave him profile and frontal views. Her cleavage was high and full, an enticing visage from all three angles. The closely tailored dress did wonders for her tight waist and hips. Ned held her gaze as he walked to stand beside her. He placed a hand on her satin covered ass. It was warm and firm. Kori stood still, watching his face in the mirror. "Your uncle is a very generous man. When we agreed on the events of this evening, he gallantly offered me first shot, so to speak." Kori tilted her eyebrow in query. Ned handed her the corsage and held her gaze. She sniffed it and held it low in both hands, turning it to see the different colored petals. Ned loosened his bathrobe waist tie. It fell open. In the mirror, Kori saw his naked cock, swelled but not erect. Ned loosed her grip on the flowers and shifted them to her opposite hand. There was no hesitation or build up; he simply moved her free hand to his exposed penis. Kori let her palm lay flat against it. Her eyes flicked her qualms. Ned took charge. He was brusque in tone. "Play with my cock, girl. Prepare me so I can fuck you. That's what you're here for. " Kori's warm hand enclosed his meat; she shifted her gaze back to his face. Ned's eyes squinted and he nodded for her to continue. He felt Kori slowly stroke his shaft. Her hand was small but she managed to circle the tube. Her motions were smooth and Ned swelled to horizontal stiffness. Ned stilled her hand with one of his. He disengaged and positioned himself behind Kori. His cock butted against her back. He found the gown's zipper catch and slowly slid it down to the top of her rounded buttocks. Her back was clear except for the low bra strap. He peeled the dress aside and down her front, exposing the cleavage molding translucent demi-bra. Her aureoles were naturally large and eye-catching; more so with the makeup enhanced top arcs peaking above the cups. Ned's cock thumped a beat, acknowledging his daughters' fine taste in man-baiting lingerie. He lingered Kori's undressing to get a good eyeful. Kori waited patiently for him to get his fill and continue. Ned pressed the dress lower, pushing to get the tight waist over Kori's trim hips. She cooperated, wiggling her ass as he pushed downward, one side and then the other. The dress piled up beneath her knees. Kneeling to assist, Ned, ever the gentleman, steadied her with a firm handful of her toned thigh, indenting the smooth flesh as she stepped out of the satin pile. Kori waited as Ned hung the dress properly so it would be ready tomorrow for the public ceremony. Ned steered Kori from the tri-mirrored dais to the bed. She placed the bouquet on the night stand. He stood her back to the mattress. Ned tilted up her face and kissed her. She followed her natural instincts, reaching both hands to slowly stroke the meaty rod seething to sheath its long bulk in her cunt. She was willing to oblige whenever Ned was ready. Ned attended to a few more details. He rolled the demi-cups off her breasts, letting the scrunched silk semi-support her fine tits. He leaned in and suckled the exposed nipples. His hands groped her groin. He found the split crotch in her satin panties and folded aside the thin panels. Kori had not noticed that ease-of-access detail before and admired her bridesmaids' forethought. Ned ran a finger along her exposed vulva lips and vaginal opening; it slid around easily in the soft wetness. The sensual undressing had stirred her desire. Kori pulled more firmly on Ned's erection. As he had initially ordered her to do, she had prepared Ned to fuck her. And she was equally ready to be fucked. Ned cupped her soft ass cheeks and lifted Kori against his body. Her white heels left the floor and she gripped his waist with her nylon cased thighs. Her arms circled his neck. Ned dipped, then hopped up and forward, landing on the mattress with Kori pinned beneath his bulk. He shifted his body, aligning his knob between her split-panty framed pussy lips. Ned paused to watch Kori's face. She gave no sign of reluctance but used the pause to spread her legs a little wider. Ned barreled in. A few thrusts and Ned was half embedded in the moist envelop. Kori shifted her hips, rolling her vaginal tunnel higher, helping him get better aligned. Ned slid in firmly and packed her feminine tube with his manly muscle. Kori hugged his neck tighter and jogged her ass, indicating her craving for Ned to initiate the erogenous rhythm. Ned frequently fucked younger women. His daughters understood and met his needs. His stripper employees understood that good jobs like the Strip and Fuck required extracurricular assignments with the boss. Ned made love to his wife but with her it was a passionate exchange of love. Ned was fucking Kori just because her uncle said he could and should. He liked it more than usual; it felt different. Kori lay beneath the thrusting Ned, letting him fuck her just because she was told that her Uncle Michael wanted her to. When she copulated with her teachers for grades or other favors, the old geezers were usually so excited about fucking a young and sexy co-ed that they neither went slow nor lasted long. On the contrary, Ned was treating her like his special sex trophy. She liked it more than usual; it felt different. She turned her face into his neck, closed her eyes and concentrated her thoughts on the sweet conjunction in her groin. Ned was twisting his body, sliding his cock inside her at different angles and frictions. He pushed hard when he bottomed, grinding his pubis against her clit. She found the extra stimulation a nice consideration from this experienced paramour. Reciprocating the courtesy, she squeezed her Kegels hard as he withdrew and then relaxed her core as he re-slid forward again into her velvety warm receptacle. Ned noted her considerate boudoir etiquette. He was pleased his daughters consorted with such cultured classmates. Ned's cock and balls swelled even more with the surge of goodwill. His cock throbbed and his balls were bloated with sperm. Ned drove hard and relieved his aching pressure, gushing his spunk deep into Kori's womb. He hugged her tight, pumping his cock with short jitters timed with the shots, extending his orgasm as long as possible. Kori thrilled to receive the male treasure that Ned had poured into her sexual receptacle. Ned recovered slowly, resting in Kori's saddle. She lay quiescent, fantasizing about their next steps and her dreams for the night to come. Calm restored, Ned backed off and stood. He helped Kori to stand. She bent her knees and spread her enflamed vulva. Ned used tissues to catch his spent male essence leaking from her hole. When he decided she was tidy enough, he repositioned the split crotch panels to again cameltoe her cunt lips. Kori moved to replace the bra cups over her tits but Ned stopped her. "No... don't hide them; they're beautiful. Your painted nipples are lovely eye magnets. They reveal your wanton lust. Let's add some special adornments to mesmerize your real mate for the evening." Ned retrieved his bathrobe and brought Kori a tissue-thin transparent blouse. The buttons had been removed. It was the illusion of a blouse, meant to titillate, not to cover. He helped her don it. Without closures, it simply draped her breasts and flaunted rather than concealed her large dark nipples. Ned took the liberty of adjusting the fit, thumbing absently on her erect nubs. Kori's eyes widened at his touch. She had not cum and was still tingling in a high state of lust. Kori retrieved her bouquet and eagerly awaited her next instructions. Ned had one more detail. He held out a wide white satin choker fitted with an oversized cameo medallion. Kori was surprised and delighted with the lovely gift. She examined it as Ned displayed it before her. The medallion held a perfect onyx-on-ivory profile of her face. Ned clicked a spring pin and the cameo flipped to the opposite side. This side of the cameo was also an onyx profile of Kori's face. But her gaze was tilted higher and an erect cock was half embedded in her mouth with the man's scrotum resting against her chin. Leaving the risqué cameo face displayed, Ned buckled the satin chocker in place. A small ring hung below the front and Ned snapped on a decorative silver leash. Kori was now outfitted for this evening's second scene. Ned strode one more inspection around Kori, sliding his hand over her bare ass. Standing before her, he fluffed her breasts a final time, tweaking the hard nubs and murmuring his approval. Turning, Ned slung the leash over his shoulder and led Kori out the door and down the hallway. At the end of the hall, he led her through the security door into the private family quarters. This second hallway was lined with mirrors. Ned glanced sideways and saw the properly prepared Kori following behind him attached with the silver leash. She held the bouquet in both hands at cunt level. Her youthful boobs sprang fluidly beneath her transparent top in time with her steps. Midway down the hallway, Ned stopped at a door. He knocked twice, then once and a muffled 'Enter' sounded from within. Ned backed through the door leading the docile Kori inside. One last time, he beheld her beauty from toe to crown. Taking her bouquet, he placed the coiled leash into her supplicant-cupped hands. Ned stepped aside and waved his arm dramatically, ushering Kori forward. Kori's eyes went wide at the set-stage scene. In the middle of the large room was a padded wooden chair, almost as large as a minor potentate's throne. It was upholstered in red velvet and gilded with gold leaf. Uncle Mike was seated there, legs apart, his penis erect. A velvet throw pillow lay close in front. He motioned her to approach, pointing at the scarlet cushion between his feet. "Kneel here, my niece." Kori timidly model-walked forward, striding one heel ahead of the opposite toe. Her ass sashayed in the white panty, garter and stocking set. Her breasts bobbed to the hard steps. She knelt, bent her head and offered the coiled leash to her seated uncle. He accepted her supplicant gift. Holding the chain aside, he surveyed her figure from his perch. Kori uncovered was everything Mike had imagined. Smooth skin, lush tits, toned ass, slim waist. He pulled gently on the leash to raise her face. Kori looked into the eyes of her uncle. He spied the erotic cameo at her throat and fingered the medallion, examining its suggestive summons. He looked at her plump bee-stung lips, which were even more prominent wearing the fire red lipstick. His thumb moved along the swell of the pliable opening. His hand continued downward to fondle her coyly shrouded tit. He held and squeezed the full mass. His thumb circled the erect nipple. Kori stayed eye-locked on Uncle Mike's face throughout. For decades, Michael had dreamed of this day. He leaned up in the chair, blatantly presenting his ready erection. Kori's destiny had arrived and Uncle Mike was assertive in his demand for this rite of passage. "Suck it!" he growled. Kori glanced down at the raging man-meat standing firmly erect mere inches from her face. She used one thumb and finger to circle its girth at the base. The other warm palm shelved his balls. Her red lips parted and her open mouth descended all the way on the first stroke. Michael fell back, closed his eyes and whimpered skyward. He rested his hands gently atop Kori's blonde tresses. From the doorway, Ned had watched Kori lean up and press her face into her uncle's groin. Authority and obedience between uncle and niece were established. Her falling hair obscured the remaining fellatio details from Ned view. He took his leave, closing the door behind him. Crossing the hall, he entered his own suite. He climbed into bed next to his wife and stared at the ceiling. "How was she?" asked his wife. "Marvelous" he uttered as he dozed off to sleep. -------------------------------------------- Across the hall, Uncle Mike was anything but sleepy. Kori was well-practiced in the oral art. Many of her classmates, along with a lucky few teachers, could attest to her sucking expertise. Following orders, she slurped her uncle's cock. Her lips, tongue, cheeks and tonsils combined to find every square inch of firm flesh. Her Uncle Michael moaned under her labors. Michael fought the urge to cum right there in Kori's mouth; he had different plans. Uncle Mike was Kori's guardian and benefactor; he expected a full measure of recompense. After a decade of imaginary foreplay, this was probably going to be Mike's sole opportunity to vent his pent-up lust. Kori's appearance in bridal half-dress had been more than he expected. Cheers to his host for his brilliant preparation. Michael's hands stilled her movements. He moved to draw her mouth off his meat; she resisted, struggling to maintain a vacuum by sucking as hard as she could. It was a small gesture of defiance purely for effect; the carnal release emitted a 'pop'. Kori continued to hold her uncle's cock and balls as she peered up at his face. The look in her hair shrouded eyes sent new shivers along Michael's spine. He struggled to maintain an even tone from his passion constricted throat "That felt... wonderful, my dear... now I want to feel... your pussy stroking my cock. Rise..." Uncle Mike guided her to stand and pulled her to straddle his lap. Kori coyly pulled her hair around her shoulders, presenting her uncle unfettered access to her tits. He swept his hands across their roundness then downward, searching the sides of her thong for release catches. A bemused Kori guided his fingers to her cunt and disclosed to him the split crotch design. Mike was thrilled with the ingenuity of the fashion designer. His fingers tunneled in and folded the silk aside, exposing Kori's vagina. He found the lips moist and puffy. The Strip and Fuck Club Ch. 03 In the session before being delivered to her uncle, Kori had concentrated on Ned's pleasure and had deferred her own orgasm. She was ready this second time for a full round of foreplay and orgasm, no matter the partner. The familial pair maneuvered her cunt into position. With bated breath and a face scrunched in determination, she drove her uncle's cock to full depth. Now it was Kori's turn to whimper skyward, emitting a surprised gasp when the knob squashed against her cervix. After a momentary pause to recover her wits, Kori slowly and steadily rose and fell on Uncle Mike's prick, feeling it hit deep each time. She pulled his face into her chest. They playfully grappled. Kori was a cacophony of squirms and squiggles; her boobs slapping against his cheeks. The tittering Kori wanted his face buried in her cleavage; her giggling uncle wanted to tongue lash and suckle her highlighted nipples. Once, when Uncle Mike held the suction, Kori felt the tittles reflected in her pussy. She halted deep, rotating her hips around the pivot, rubbing his cockhead against her cervix. Now the delightful twitters bounced between her core and her boobs. Her uncle's moans spoke of his equal pleasure. The oral play and slippery sex vaulted to the coveted ecstatic peak. Kori was not to be refused this time. Her whole body went rigid as she halted at full depth. Her vagina muscles clamped hard and nearly throttled the meat filling her core. Her reflexive hug smothered Uncle Mike's face in her cleavage. His air-denied lungs didn't know or care; his mind had already rocketed elsewhere. Despite Kori's orgasmic cunt constriction, Michael managed to blast out his sperm and flooded her cavity as they shuddered through the mutual detonation. They petted during the immediate afterglow, still in seated pose until Uncle Mike shrank enough to fall out. He carried her to the bed. They continued dwindling small caresses and smooches towards a drowsy twilight slumber. It would be a necessary respite until they regained energies. Before dozing, Kori's uncle rolled Kori onto her side. He spooned her, his flaccid cock enfolded by her soft warm ass cheeks. His hand burrowed around to squeeze and cuddle her boobs. Her unresisting hands covered his, signaling her approval of the affectionate man-handling. If she had suspected how fabulous Uncle Mike would be at making her orgasm, this night would have happened long ago. At least it had not been too late and lost forever. Mike's nose breathed her perfumed hair. He dreamed of his looming plans for more carnal use of Kori's body. He was anxious to savor her enchantments. Very soon he would indeed cum in her mouth; that part of the staged foreplay had been especially enticing. He figured Kori must have gotten plenty of practice at school. And then he would pour out further pent-up bursts of lust in and on her other feminine clefts and crests. There was plenty of time for numerous bouts; the night was still young... -------------------------------------------- During the night, Ned's sleep was disturbed several times by a recurrent theme. From the room across the hall, there would be a slow, then escalating bumping, rising feminine moans and masculine wails followed by mutual cries and then silence. Kori was saying 'adieu' and 'thank you' to the man who had raised her. Tomorrow Uncle Mike would give her away to another. ------------------------------------------------------ Kori hugged tightly to her uncle's waist, holding him deep in her mouth. His knob was past her tonsils; his scrotum poised against her chin, mimicking her risqué cameo. Her tongue whipped the embedded shaft. With a loud wail somewhere between a cry and a moan, Mike's arched body levitated the carnal connection above the mattress. His sperm surged straight from his balls to her throat and she swallowed it down. This part of the night had started earlier when Uncle Mike had rolled her on her back and straddled her chest. She knew what he wanted. Her hands enfolded her lush tits around his thrusting cock leaving his hands free to pinch her nipples, using them as handles to wobble her flesh around his manhood. Men always liked the vision of the fleshy rolling dance on her chest. Though pleasant, time passed with insufficient build-up to Uncle Mike's ardor. Kori moved the events forward. She pushed her uncle on his back and planted her face in his crotch. Uncle Michael's erection filled her mouth. It tasted of her cunt juices and boob sweat. Without pause, her lips and tongue worked his shaft until his back strained up and he discharged his essence. She hugged Uncle Mike tight about the waist until he finally flexed and dropped back to the mattress. They cuddled again. Later, Kori was on her back, Michael riding her missionary style. He hugged her torso, crushing her full cushiony breasts against his chest. He intermittently sank his cock deep in her pussy and held there. Kori wiggled her hips, massaging her clitoris against his pubis. The movements rubbed Uncle Mike's cockhead against her cervix and she tensed her vaginal rings to send ripples along his shaft. Uncle Mike cooed encouragement as Kori experienced a series of mini-gasms. It all ended with the inevitable crescendo of ecstasy. Dawn's light coincided with the sisters sneaking in to gather Kori for her big day. The exhausted uncle was sleeping splayed across the sheets. Kathy spotted his worn-out cock lolling on his thigh and tapped Karen's shoulder. They both grinned at its bulk and brawn, apparent even when it was flaccid. Maybe later, they thought. They escorted Kori to her room. Shower, makeup, hair-do, lingerie and wedding dress: the sister-bridesmaids attended to their friend's preparations. Kori was docile with weariness and welcomed their endeavors. Her skin was still flushed with latent afterglow. ------------------------------------------------------ The wedding was wonderful, the poolside ceremony attended by plenty of family and friends. When her uncle had walked her down the aisle, Ned noted that Kori still wore the satin choker, sans leash, with the publically appropriate cameo face displayed. The groom's eyes were still bloodshot and the bride couldn't suppress the lingering post-coitus flush and glow on her cherubic cheeks. The follow-on reception was festive. When the groom removed Kori's garter, she unintentionally flashed her thong. It showed crotch stains. Apparently neither the sisters nor her uncle were as good as Ned at tidying her up afterwards. Ned has been among the few who now had knowledge of the split crotch style and trusted her new husband would discover and delight in that detail later tonight. Evening fell and the assembly escorted the couple to their limousine. Uncle Michael was tipsy and in tears as he hugged goodbye to the newlyweds. Ned wondered if they were tears of happiness and joy or tears of loss and sadness. Kathy and Karen noted Michael's discomposure and spent some time trying to cheer him up. Ned worked the crowd and later couldn't find Mike or the girls. The last of the guests departed and Ned wandered to his bedroom. On the way, he passed the special guest suite. Sounds of girlish giggles and manly laughter bled through the door. Ned climbed into his bed and slumbered. For a second night, Ned's sleep was disturbed several times by a recurrent theme. From the room across the hall, there would be a slow, then escalating bumping, rising feminine moans and masculine wails followed by mutual cries and then silence. Ned's daughters were taking turns consoling the glum Uncle Michael. Ned approved. After the magnificent fucking Ned had indulged from his guest's niece, his attitude was 'Share and share alike'. The Strip and Fuck Club Ch. 04 The sun shone upon the pool deck gathering. It was the annual swap meet for the talent. Representatives from exclusive clubs around the world were negotiating replacements for their existing line-up: experienced employees who either wanted to retire from the business, move into management or find new horizons in different climes. Mr. Wong escorted three Oriental dolls wishing new scenery. Koko and Kiki were lithe, modest breasted but energetic as they bounced around in their teeny bikinis. The third Asian girl, Kimi, had a darker complexion and was short and well figured in chest and hips. Her demeanor was more docile, almost impassive. Mr. McGill had one Irish redhead to part with. Katharina, the Gaelic beauty, was statuesque and piercing hearts with her sharp green eyes. Mr. Staghart brought two platinum blond Nordic gems. The pale twins wore their straight hair ass length, the almost white tresses fluttered in the breeze behind them as they engaged in self-promotion among their potential employers. Senor Alvarez's short buxom companion sported golden brown skin tones and deep dark eyes. Her demeanor was reserved, the weak English conveying an endearing Spanglish shyness. Ned had honored three of his star stripper-fuckers' requests to enter this year's draft for a change of scenery and possible career advancement. Karen and Kathy functioned as their escorts to the event, leaving Ned free to facilitate the business at hand. Ned networked his way around the pool, stopping to chat with each cluster. He joined existing conversations, innocuously cordial but really subtle negotiations in progress. He was a keen businessman, bolstering the negotiations and moving on. His house, his rules and ultimately, his agent commissions for hosting this year's talent swap meet. Higher bids were more profits for Ned. As evening set in, Ned assumed his MC role. "Gentleman...and ladies... welcome. Now that you have had a chance to peruse this year's offerings, it's time for the random appraisal pairings. My daughters will escort our ladies to their individual suites where they will await their evaluation assessments. Each business representative has two appointments tonight. We will gather for any last minute parleys and endorsements tomorrow morning before final contract bids. Thereafter, you are free to barter bedmates for your amusement over the remaining weekend. Any questions?" Ned's daughters led the ten female draft candidates to their individual suites. They queried the candidates as to their preferences of worldwide locale and chose their evaluation assessors accordingly. The stripper-fuckers found various costume collections in the closets. Kathy and Karen scurried to accommodate the candidates' last minute special dress or apparatus requests. When all was ready, they returned to the pool deck and distributed the room number assignments to each club owner or representative. Ned took two assignment cards, same as his other four business associates. He was disappointed that he couldn't have his free pick of the female candidates. He could only hope that his daughters had been attentive to which ones he had seemed more drawn to during the cocktail soiree. Ned found Room 6, his first matchup. Entering the suite, he found one of the Oriental girls, Kiki, awaiting her first encounter. She stood attentive in black bra and panty set at mid-room. Her legs and feet were bare and her long straight black hair was pulled into a functional scalp-tight ponytail. Her eyes were nearly hidden beneath the black satin straight-cut bangs. Ned assumed her eye color was typically Asian black. Her high cheekbones were nervously flushed in contrast to her otherwise pure ivory skin. Her lips blazed with bright red lipstick. The petite woman stood center room next to a waist height massage table. Ned circled her, examining his female mate without touching her. She was lithe, muscular and short; her head only reached Ned's shoulder. Ned stopped behind, running a finger slowly down her spine. She shivered, revealing her high sense of anticipation. Ned rummaged beneath the table and retrieved two sets of cuffs: wrists and ankles. Kiki politely raised her hands before her, offering both wrists for cincture. Ned circled the bands in place. Each was a leather strap; buckled in place and providing embedded silver rings for restraint attachment. Ned walked his candidate to the table. His hands cupped her ass cheeks as he boosted her aboard. She scrambled to lie down, face up, arms cooperatively waiting at her shoulders. Ned let her wait. He spread her legs and used the ankle cuffs to bind her ankles to the corners of the table. Acknowledging her inviting pose, he clipped her wrist bands tight to the other ends table legs. He pulled the ties taut and she arched her shoulders to accommodate the strain. Ned rounded Kiki on a cursory inspection tour. He found some scissors conveniently provided on a shelf beneath the table. Kiki's bra and panties succumbed to the shears and he left her lying naked and available. Dispensing with the scissors, he exchanged them for the silver bullet vibrator. On a low setting, he lazed the bussing tool along her arms, tucked it into her belly-button and touched it behind her knees. Kiki couldn't suppress a giggle; it tickled. Ned got down to business. He blindfolded Kiki with a black satin band. Her ponytail hung behind her head to the floor. Her pink nipples had grown to firm points from the initial play. Ned used the vibrator to circle each, bringing them to full prominence. His tongue and teeth found the hard nips fun to lash and nip. Kiki yipped at one inadvertent hard bite. Ned's interest left her tits for other territory. The bullet vibrator blazed his trail. Ned touched her toes and then tickled her soles with the tool. Kiki tried to squirm but managed only a pedaling of her feet. The hollow of her ankle gave no response. The back of her knees were more productive; her inner thighs even more. A boring into her belly-button yielded thrashing. Moaning ensued when he came back to the nipples again. She licked the bullet when it touched her cheeks and lips. Ned went for the prize. He slid the shiny probe along her nether lips and pulled back. Kiki wiggled her hips, wanting the contact to continue. Ned played touch and retreat; Kiki begged for lengthier unions between purring probe and pulsating pussy. Ned granted her wish. He plunged the silver cylinder up to its hilt, pressing the vibrator against her cervix. Her screams of ecstasy shook the window panes. Ned withdrew the probe and waited until Kiki's nude and sweaty body stopped flopping on the table against her restraints. Kiki's breath was gusting through her open mouth. Ned saw the succulent orifice and felt an urge. He set aside the vibrator. Ned worked the mechanism that dropped Kiki's head down and back. His cockhead found her lips. She kissed the slit and opened wide. Ned followed her lead and slid his cock inside her mouth. She closed and suckled him. All of the build-up, the playing with the little Oriental's body meant he couldn't last. And he didn't. His sperm flowed up his tube and down her throat. Kiki sucked it all out just as a good girl should. Ned backed out and retreated to the bed. Ned was perplexed. He sat and contemplated his next move. Kiki lay bound and naked, used but not depleted. Ned lay back and closed his eyes, assuming that would help him plan the next steps. Instead, his thoughts clouded and he dozed off. In the middle of the night, a soft chiming filled the rooms about the hallway. Ned arose, donned a terry robe and joined the other men in the hallway. Brief greetings were muttered as rooms were exchanged. Ned was the last to exit the hallway into his second suite. He noted that Kiki did not receive a second visitor this round. Ned knew she would be disappointed that no one came to try her out for their club. Kiki would lie on the table trussed and blindfolded until dawn, pondering her dilemma. However, Ned knew she would have many more opportunities this weekend, as a rotating fill-in or an anomalous amusement toy, to adequately illustrate her worth to the owner of her next potential club. ------------------------------------------------- In his second suite, Ned was greeted by faint flute music. The room was dimly decorated with candles and flower petals. The ensuite bath opened and his second assignment stepped into the room. It was Katharina, Mr. Staghart's redhead. She had hurriedly refreshed her appearance following her first evaluation. But she couldn't hide the messed hair and flushed cheeks earned from her earlier carnal workout. Her robe was so sheer as to be transparent. She was barefoot. As she left the direct light and walked further into the room towards Ned, her all-but naked body was half silhouetted by the bathroom light streaming through the door. Ned could see her legs all the way to their shadowed junction; the robe draped her chest masses topped with the hint of dark disks. Her wavy red hair was bunched behind in a wetted fluffy pony tail. Ned circled his imminent mate as she maintained pose in the middle of the room. Anxious to get a better feel for his sex-mate, he wiped his hand along her silk covered thigh and ass as he walked behind her. Her skin was warm and smooth. In her hurry to meet his entrance, she had forgotten to undo her ponytail. It was tightly tied at the roots, pulling the russet strands straight against her scalp but the waist long strands were fluffy with mild curls. Ned took leave to remove the scrunchy band and finger combed her tresses into a reddish cascade. Ned's hands cupped and cradled her boobs through the silky wrap. They were heavy, spongy; the skin was warm. He drew her back against his chest, leaned over and probed his tongue in her ear canal. She winced in surprise and gave one titter before regaining composure. Ned slid his tongue down her neck and whispered 'Kiss me'. The young woman turned her head and met his lips with hers, brushing his teeth and gums with her tongue as Ned worked her nipples with his fingers. Her hands moved behind her back and fingered Ned's heavy cock and balls. Ned moaned into her lips, loving the manual caresses on his manhood. Breaking off his kiss, Ned squinted at their reflection in the mirror: the hourglass redhead full frontal with his muscular figure towering behind her. His hands kneaded her breasts again and he suckled her earlobe. She noted the squinty gleam of Ned's eyes in the mirror, the inevitable result of her cock-handling foreplay. His boob-handling became more intense. He folded her sheer robe away from her breasts and rolled her nipples, working the nubs into prominent hard peaks. His hands alternated between pinching her nubs and thumbing her lips, spreading the kiss-generated moisture along her full lower lip and across her large rosy areolae. The sensual massage of areolas, lips and digit were magical to her mood. Katharina opened wider and dipped forward, capturing the thumb pad before sucking it in. She crooked an arm behind his head and held his cheek close to hers. Her other hand tried a feeble attempt to hold Ned's meaty rod in a one delicate hand's warm grip. She could cradle it but not contain it. Her thoughts went to a different caress that would keep their heat growing. She turned her lips away from his hand and close to his ear. "Please, sir... may I suck your cock?" she implored in a whisper. With her plea registered, her prayerful gaze returned to Ned's flushed face reflected in the mirror and her lips returned to his waiting thumb. Ned thoughtfully watched his fingers work her nipples and her lips work his thumb. A good cock-sucking would be a suitable next step in the run-up to their fuck. "Yes... you may" he granted in his own rapture choked murmur. The redhead stayed eye-locked in the mirror. She slid slowly down Ned's body, bending her knees and descending low but still on her heels. She closed her eyes and revolved in place. Her hands found his cock and she rose a bit to level her mouth with Ned's groin. She licked her lips. Her hands rubbed his knob across her plumb cherry lips, much as his thumb had done, transferring moisture to Ned's sensitized bulb. Her tongue darted against his underside vee, getting an autonomic jump reaction. Ned's unoccupied hands needed use and he rested them on her auburn scalp. She faltered for a split second, thinking he was taking command but realized he was just adjusting his stance. She had requested this activity and it was hers to control. She drew him in an inch, sucked hard and backed off until only his slit touched her lips. She sucked hard and drew in an additional inch, suckled in place and then slowly drew off to the tip again. Another cycle, another inch and another slow draw-off followed. On the fifth cycle, when the knob bumped her tonsils, she held in place a moment, mentally inventorying her body parts for their next best and highest carnal use. Drawing a deep breath, she pushed down on the remaining shaft and punched the knob into her throat. Its spongy resiliency filled her oral passage. Her lips surrounded the base; her chin pressed his scrotum. She combined the suck with a hum. Ned smiled and reveled in the sensation. She was really good at this. Ned swiveled his hips to wiggle his cock, massaging it with her innermost flesh. The rubs, hums and sucks coalesced into a heavenly harmony. He grabbed her head and pressed her face roughly against his lower belly. She didn't fight his grasp, complying with his desire to fully feel her gullet accommodate his rod. She would continue this deep massage until her breath ran out. Ned waited. Katharina was beginning to mutter and pull against his grip. He pressed harder and waited. Now she opened her eyes and struggled to extricate his flesh and catch her breath. He waited some more. She moved frantically before Ned let go of her hair. She popped back and gasped. Ned's soaked erection bobbed before her face as she panted deep breaths. She was too engaged with her need for oxygen to look up at his smirking gaze. Ned chuckled down at the panting redhead squatting before him. "Be careful what you wish for, my dear; it may be more than you can handle." She hardly heard the words, lost in her own struggle for breath. Ned hauled her to her feet by the hair. Katharina had regained some poise but was still perceptibly breathless. Her eyes flicked to his face and then downward again. Ned gripped the collars of her almost-nothing silky wrap and ripped it away. Throwing the shreds aside, he walked another inspection around her, patting her ass and trembling breasts. Grabbing her around the waist from behind, Ned lugged her to the bed and plopped her on the mattress. He roughly rolled her on her back and pried her knees wide. Ned hesitated long enough to ponder her lush shaved pussy. He felt the swell of masculine vanity; his man-handling had aroused his new acquaintance. A vaginal sheen laced the uncovered pink lips. The bed bounced as Ned impatiently hopped aboard. The startled female reacted to his weight dropping full on her but recovered quickly, spreading wider and accepting his abrupt advance. Her hand tunneled beneath her cushy ass, working to aim Ned's raging cock at her ripe cunt lips. Ned acceded to her guidance and felt the moisture laden lips meet his tip. Posed for insertion, he punched deep, eliciting a merry moan from his fuck-mate. He throated his own delight at the vigorous sensation. Ned felt his cock steeped in her fleshy channel. Katharina welcomed rough play from her mysterious men; it was a perk of the job, one she really enjoyed. Her excited body produced lots of vaginal dew. However, it obliged her to spend extra effort when stimulating the penetrating man-mate. She overcame the surplus moisture with superior muscle clamping. The smaller the man: the bigger the challenge. It was easier with Ned; her flooded cavity was packed to capacity with his larger cock. Holding their locked loins in limbo, they found each other's face and exchanged ardent wet kisses. But their sexual heat was screaming for other fluids to be exchanged. Ned's first stroke was long and slow. His redhead plaything struggled to rock and roll her hips under his bulk, clamping her cunt in time with the throbbing heartbeat pulsing in his erection. Her dexterous sheath titillated each of his penile nerves. Ned liked it and wanted more; the thrill induced him to escalate his pace. He gathered speed until he was pounding her saddle: long, short, fast and slow. Katharina heeded his call and fine-tuned her contractions to accommodate his tempo. At the ultimate moment, Ned reared up and bellowed out his voice and spunk, filling both room and womb with his manly power. His pace never slacked. Ned's sperm gushed forth in hot volumes of milky manliness, the excess squeezing past his thrusting meat, ejected from the confined genital space. As Ned rose out of his post-orgasmic stupor, he found himself, sweat-soaked, floating on the redhead's buoyant boobs. Their combined sexual deluge drenched them from belly button to knee caps. It was definitely time for a shower. Ned uncoupled and pulled the Katharina to her feet, leading her to the bath. They played in the water, soaping and rinsing, caressing and fondling, enjoying little bubble bath games. They emerged squeaky clean, refreshed and floral fragranced. It was now Ned's obligation to ready his redhead for her presentation at the first morning's brunch and swap. He was almost giddy with anticipation. They started by sitting her pretty ass on the counter, putting her upper body at easy height for Ned's handiwork. They scrunched her hair in a curly top bun, uncovering her face and neck. She posed with pouting lips and braced forward with her arms alongside her bare hips. Ned became the makeup artist; light eye shadow, cherry lips, a little blush. He added drippy earrings and a crystal gem necklace. Ned moved efficiently downward, daubing highlight on the presented nipples. His model spread her thighs and held her cunt lips apart as Ned rouged her nether lips. Finger and toe nails received the obligatory crimson lacquer. He strapped on her high heels before lifting her to stand. A dancer's twirl gave Ned the 360 view. He led her to the bedroom. Her silky cover was unusable, tattered earlier when Ned had torn it off in his heated fervor. A sheer set of tap-pant pajama shorts was substituted. Her plush cunt was on coy display; her round toned hips drew the eyes. Ned experimented dressing her in several revealing tops, judging the effect each would have on luring a man's attention, and soon thereafter his fingers and lips, to her tits. In the end, he favored topless; fewer inhibitions for her next infatuated male's impulsiveness. Donning only gym shorts and deck shoes, Ned ushered his soon-to-be ex-mate to the waiting brunch. As they sauntered hand-in-hand down the hallway, he hoped the redhead's erotic presentation would boost his advantage in negotiations for his next assignee. For now, he was full of redhead. Or rather, his manliness had just filled the redhead. He was developing a hunger for a serving of brunette. He trusted that the dining room's erotic carte du jour would offer a suitable sumptuous dish. -------------------------------------------------- The weekend proceeded and then ended splendidly. The club owners were exchanging last farewells. Trades and contracts had been executed. The nine young ladies had not known their contract details until departure. Following the night of assessments, the intervening match-ups had been purely recreational, an indulgence of excess energies by owners and ladies. The fucked-out women waited at the departure hall, bags already packed and loaded for the journey. With business concluded, the club owners collected their newest staff members and exited to the waiting limousines. Liveried chauffeurs held rear doors as the club owners climbed in behind their ladies. Some would go to airports for flights to distant lands; others would use an extended road-trip to get better acquainted with their newest assets. The rides short or long would be another welcome venue for more explorations of their swaps. The Strip and Fuck Club Ch. 04 Ned watched each depart. He stood on the portico next to the topless Katharina. He had traded hard for her, giving up two assets of his own in that single swap. He waved goodbye to his colleagues with one hand while the other lolled across her shoulder and cradled her bare tit. The redhead was waving her own farewells to the other girls she had met this weekend. There paths might cross again: at a club or at the next trade swap. When the final guest's limo pulled through the gate, there was one final black towncar waiting in the driveway. It was Katharina's ride to the Strip and Fuck Club. The driver stood attentively. Ned curled the redhead into his embrace and kissed her goodbye. He gave her farewell instructions. "My chauffer, Karl, will take you to the Strip and Fuck Club for your orientation tour. The staff will get you acclimated quickly to your role and duties. Your annual contract starts in two days. Use the intervening time wisely." Then he patted and pushed Katharina's ass as he propelled her towards the car waiting across the expansive driveway. Karl watched her approach. A woman's breasts always exhibit that slight rolling jiggle when she walks. Whether clothed, in a halter top or, like now, bare breasted, the motion stirs the male's feelings. Its nature's way of inviting the male to look, touch and taste the proffered feminine fruits. The chauffer adjusted his crotch and changed his seating plan. Rather than handling the rear compartment door, he shifted forward and opened the front passenger seat. Katharina hesitated for a step. Then Ned's farewell words became clearer. She perked up, hard stepping now, adding more jiggle and wiggle to her model walk. Karl responded with a smile. Karl tipped his little black chauffer hat and the redhead ducked into the front passenger seat. Karl closed the door smoothly, tipped his hat to his employer and scooted around the car to settle in behind the wheel. Ned could see through the windshield as the redhead waved a last goodbye before Karl's big black hand curled behind her head and pushed her face to his groin. His other hand opened his zipper before waving a 'Thank You' goodbye to Ned. The car pulled out the gate. Ned knew that Karl would multi-task during the several hours journey to the club, including a convenient half-point rest stop. Karl would climb into the backseat with his passenger to blow off the sexual vigor ignited by her hour of oral foreplay. Katharina would then rest in the backseat for the remainder of the ride. She would need rest. For the next two days, her club orientation would include an extensive reconnaissance of the club facilities. The bouncer would need a blowjob for initial entry. After that, her more formal tour would commence. The stage manager would fuck her onstage during off-hours. It was his opportunity to offer new ideas and tryout erotic routines. It was her opportunity for hands-on dress rehearsals. Sometimes, the redhead would be in bondage and handled roughly by the stage manager. Or the manager would be restrained and it was her chance to refine her stimulation techniques on a male-in-bondage. At random whims, the bar tenders would bend her over the bar or tables and nail her from behind. She would engage in sex play with vegetables for the amusement of the kitchen staff before giving them hand-jobs to finish the session. The bi-sexual housekeepers would take turns tutoring her in bedroom etiquette. In the ensuing nights, if she was not hosting a VIP client, the housekeepers would keep her warm: physically, emotionally, and sexually. Katharina would spend the first two full days in thorough and intense orientation to her roles and duties during her year-long contract. Over the following few months, she could expect a lot of staff attention until the next flesh-toy arrived and perked their curiosity. Even then, in addition to her stage enactments for and with the club patrons, Katharina would receive periodic repetitions of the staff orientation. Perfect practice leads to perfect performance. The Strip and Fuck Club Ch. 05 With the weekend's business concluded, Ned returned to his own matters. In addition to Katharina, he had bargained for another swap, the Asian doll that had really sparked his spirit. He had been unable to schedule another play session with her but had traded for her contract anyway. It was now time to really analyze his investment and she was waiting for him at the pool. Kiki was sipping a fruit drink under the arbor shade next to the pool deck. Dusk was settling in and the underwater beams frolicked gaily, refracted by the ripples in the water. Ned strode across the patio expanse and Kiki respectably rose at his approach. Ned surveyed his imminent playmate. She was a beauty and she knew it. She always had. Kiki was the descendent of a war orphan from Southeast Asian. A black soldier and her native grandmother had spawned her mother. Evacuated with other orphans in the aftermath, her mother had been passed around foster homes until she was recruited to a special academy for young women where her superior potential for intelligence, beauty and poise was amplified to perfection. Her mother had thereafter married well, enjoying a life of wealth and power, thus enabling her daughter Kiki to live her own life of pleasure seeking. In time, she followed her mother in graduating from the special alma mater. She excelled. And now here she was: half Afro-Asian, half European, the fortunate blend of diverse and exotic genetics and an irrepressible sexual thrill seeker. "Good evening, my dear, how are you? Did you get a snack to go with the drink?" "No, sir, but I am fine with just this." Ned was smitten again with Kiki's beauty and mannerisms. Kiki's cheekbones molded her almond shaped deep dark eyes; they were black orbs that sparkled the night light. Her bauble earrings peeked between the bobbed strands of her long straight black hair. Her high cheekbones and perfect face were bewitching. When she looked at Ned, with her mouth slightly ajar and small teeth exposed by a half smile, he assumed she was begging to swallow his cock. Her string bikini top revealed her stiff nipple points and the micro-thong barely covered her shaved camel-toed cunt. She was barefoot and her light olive skin was smooth across trim stomach, hips and thighs. She waited for Ned's orders. Ned walked past her and sat on a blanket draped pool-side lounge. He patted the space next to his hip, signaling for Kiki to join him. Her thong cased ass slid in next to him. She turned her face and leaned her body in, inviting his attention. Ned obliged. One hand tilted her face for a kiss; the other rubbed her back, thighs and bikini covered titties. She was sweet to the touch and taste. Her own hands rubbed his cock through his shorts. It was all gentle foreplay. Kiki seemed happy to be here. They talked. The sun was setting and Ned had made Kiki feel welcome. He decided to forgo any more action with the little package of sexuality until later in the evening. He let his daughters take Kiki on the mansion tour and get her settled in. --------------------------------------------------------- The family held their weekly private family dinner; Kiki ate elsewhere with the house staff. Ned caught up on the daughters current affairs and his wife shared her experiences. She was passing through between fantasy assignments. With club business and family business running smoothly, Ned retired to his bedroom suite. He lay in bed, lightly stroking himself, thinking of Kiki and their earlier conversation. Of course, she was not a virgin but exuded a similar innocence. She smelled womanly, that feminine fragrance mixing floral, fruity and musk. She had freely volunteered her sexual preferences. She said she was multi-orgasmic. Her lithe body piqued Ned's lust with its toned figure. Ned couldn't wait to discover the source of her attractions. He rose from his bed, penis already well erect, and crossed the hall. The lights were extinguished but the moonlight glowed within. Kiki heard the door latch open and sat up in bed, naked but the sheet drooped along her waist. The ambient glow silhouetted her perky nipples, conical mounds with prominent nubs crowning the nipples. Kiki fully anticipated that Ned would join her this evening. She had waited abed just as Ned had, hoping he would arrive soon. She had also slowly fingered herself, keeping her desire at a low simmer. She felt mild anxiety, hoping she could provide pleasure for Ned as well as find her own satisfaction during this more casual time together. Ned stood by the bed. He pulled the sheet down past Kiki's feet. Her body was fully naked. She waited. Ned kneed up on the bed between her legs. She watched complacently as he placed each of her ankles on his shoulders and palmed his hands beneath her ass cheeks. He leaned in and she jumped at the first sensation of his breath on her shaved pussy lips. Ned felt the tremor but never paused. His nose nuzzled Kiki's clit. His tongue swiped up one side of the inner pink lips and then the other. Ned felt the inevitable grip of Kiki's hands in his hair. She was undecided. If she held him tight against her pussy, she would cum quickly. If she pulled him away, she could cool down and prolong the pleasurable foreplay. Ned made her decision for her. He held fast to her ass cheeks as he sucked powerfully on her nether lips and little bud. Kiki jumped and stiffened. Her hips pushed up and she muffled his ears with the crush of her soft inner thighs. Yet he could still hear her ecstatic shriek. Her ass shuddered in the confinement between his hands and his face. Ned waited her out. Kiki sagged and relaxed. Ned took a few small breaths and licked her inner lips again. Kiki tried to pull his head away. "Nooooo... Noooo... Not so soon..." Ned resisted her feeble attempts. He sucked hard again and Kiki bucked hard in response, crying out another orgasm. Ned waited her out and when her latest spasm faded away, he started again. Kiki pulled at Ned's hair. It actually hurt but Ned was not swayed. He barely heard the 'No... no... no...' that accompanied the force. He licked and sucked for all he was worth. Kiki stiffened and screamed again. Ned slowed but never stopped the stimulation. This was the pattern for the next hour. Each repetition took a little longer. After uncounted cycles, poor Kiki was all but unresponsive. Ned propped up and scanned her petite body. She was flushed from head to toe. Ned knew he had drained her of sexual energy, at least for now. He lay next to her and cuddled her small sweaty body in his strong arms. His erection was enclosed by her warm soft thighs. Later in the night, he woke her, ordering her to use her mouth to drain away his own stress. In the dawn, Ned woke to find Kiki emerging from her morning preen in the bathroom. He threw her naked body over his shoulder in an easy fireman's carry and the naked pair paraded to the hot-tub on the pool deck. He settled into the warm bubbly water with Kiki now straddling his lap. He lapped each rubbery nipple and then sucked her tongue as she wiggled on his hard cock. Soon her efforts were rewarded with a gush of Ned's cum in her cunt. They hugged and petted and soaked until brunch was served at a poolside table. It was a wonderful way to start another day at the mansion. ------------------------------------ Ned lay in his bed, slowly stroking himself, simmering. He thought of the multi-orgasmic little Kiki in the suite across the hall. He knew she would be like the others. She would also be lying awake, rubbing herself softly as she thought of him. He could walk across anytime but he delayed. It was a delicate game of self-control: How long could he hold back before the tension forced him to rise and go to her? He liked to prolong her anticipation a little more each night. But he never failed to finally go. It would be cruel to deny his guest her fabulous orgasms. And it would be un-healthy for him to keep his essence sequestered. Confinement was not nature's way. Real men generate balls full of ejaculate teeming to escape; real women mold bodies and abilities craving to extract the creamy bounty while leaving the male satiated from the ecstatic experience and lusting to supply more as soon as possible. With a sigh of resignation, Ned arose from his bed and crossed the hallway. He opened the door and Kiki sat-up, a big smile radiating from her shaded face. Ned had arrived. Her carnal duty of cum extraction was at hand. But not before he gave her untold joy. She opened her arms in a gesture of welcome and invited him into her bed. Ned obliged. The Strip and Fuck Club Ch. 06 It was a bitter sweet day. Ned waited in the entry way for Kiki to join him. They were scheduled to depart for the Strip and Fuck Club. Kiki had been a marvelous house companion and had expressed her gratitude and joy, vocally and physically, for her week of residence at the mansion. Living as Ned's night-time plaything was a treat but not Kiki's desired life path. Ned had conceded to her wishes and now she would continue her journey of sexual exploration as a performer at the club. Despite her broad experience and expertise, they had decided she was best inducted to the club after Amateur Night. Karl, Ned's beefy black chauffeur and bodyguard, drove the pair to the Club. With the boss aboard, Karl had to forego his habitual practice of sampling the new girls as he delivered them to their next stage of career advancement. Ned was quiet. Kiki spent the time talking, petting and comforting Ned in the rear compartment. It was a light attempt at foreplay but Ned was too melancholy to suck or fuck her. At the Club, Ned went ahead to see the manager and discuss business. That left Karl to escort Kiki inside for the initial orientation. The entrance door had barely closed when she was informed of the obligatory stop at the entrance station to deliver the first blowjob to the head bouncer. While he sat in his booth, Kiki's black haired head bobbed on his groin as she sucked a mouthful of his massive black cock. Karl left her there to pay out her entry fee and went to find his own amusements. As chauffer and bodyguard to the club owner, he had special privileges. He greeted the familiar serving staff, giving a warm hug and ass clutch to Katharina, his most recent acquaintance. During his rounds, Karl delightfully agreed to assist the stage manager with a special request. The remainder of the afternoon was spent getting the club ready for the Amateur Night show. That night, the Strip and Fuck Club was filled with special patrons. The well-dressed gentlemen, some accompanied by their own elegantly dressed escorts, were in a jolly mood. Splendid dining and drinking selections had satiated their gastronomic needs. Topless waitresses had offered a visual overture to the upcoming risqué shows. After dinner, the club floor furnishings were rearranged to provide unfettered vista and mindless comfort expected by the gentlemen for the substantial attendance fee they had paid. Ned was seated in his private booth, front stage center. He had requested a companion; Karoline was cuddled with him as the stage lights dimmed and the show got underway. The performances were mixed. An aspiring amateur performed her best strip dance. She teasingly doffed her evening cocktail dress, flashing furtive glimpses of nipples and shaved pussy before flaunting her nubile nudity. It was an okay opening warmup. The next performance was by a professional staff member. She stripped out of her schoolgirl outfit before completing the full Strip and Fuck routine with a lucky auction winner. Another amateur followed. She looked very flexible and nimble in her ballet tights and tutu; Ned liked what he saw. The club manager should consider her desire to become a professional Strip and Fuck Club actress. If she was looking for a permanent position with the performance troupe, the manager could brief her on the roles, responsibilities and benefits of full time engagements. However, she would need to be vetted by the club staff. During her probationary period, she would make the rounds, pleading with the bouncers, barmen and cooks for coaching and guidance on her oral, tactile and vaginal stimulation skills. If the busy staff could find the time between their maintenance obligations to the already contracted professionals, they might allow her time to practice on their stiff cocks. If she could extract cum from their weary penises, she might be acceptable to service the club's patrons onstage. In the next act, Ned was pleased to watch one of his favorite professionals repeatedly deep-throat a huge black dildo. After the strip and auction, a lucky patron, blindfolded, relished her oral skills on his manhood. At his orgasm, she steered his jetting cum in a high arc for the audience amusement. It turned out to be more volume than she had expected. During the unanticipated post-performance swabbing of the stage, Karoline seized the opportunity to present her own case to Ned. She snuggled up, squashed her bare breast against his arm, and whispered her plea into his ear. She had been a loyal and creative member of the cast for her contract year. She loved the work but found the locale growing stale. Some of the customers were becoming regular repeats and getting clingy. Could she be enrolled in the next talent swap and find new pastures? Ned demurred, then thought about it and relented. It would be unwise to turn her down. Ned did not want a gloomy employee giving mediocre service to well paying customers. Karoline thanked him profusely and happily cuddled closer. The crowd was warmed up when the Stage Manager announced this evening's feature Amateur Act. The cheerful crowd was eager to behold a budding new talent's first time onstage. They quieted down as the stage dimmed to dark, before it slightly re-glowed. Behind a translucent gauze curtain, they could just perceive a human silhouette standing stage center. The curtain rose as a spotlight swelled to light the voluptuous female figure dressed in a white lacy gown. A giant video screen covered the back wall of the stage. A remote camera zoomed in and panned slowly from the white strapped heels up the full petty-coated skirt to the tightly clenched waist. It played a little at her bosom, zooming closer to display the creamy full cleavage. At her throat, the actress wore a satin choker with ivory and onyx cameo. The black silhouette image displayed a woman's face in profile, tilted slightly up, with a hard cock thrust deep into the figurine's mouth. The camera zoomed out enough to show the risqué choker and the real woman's lips. At that serendipitous moment, her protruding tongue tip swept her mouth, leaving a coat of moisture on the full red lips. It was an inviting image for the moment and the video crew would find it even more useful later. Panning higher, the woman's perfectly made-up face beneath the wedding veil filled the back wall. She broke into an uneasy smile of acknowledgement as the 'ooh's and 'aah's filtered from the gentlemen in the audience. Ned froze in his seat. He knew the familiar woman standing onstage. It was Kori, the prima-noche fantasy that her grateful uncle had recently shared with him. When Ned squirmed in his seat, trying to adjust his groin, Karoline noted Ned's intense interest in the woman onstage. She knew her expected role as Ned's assigned evening companion. She unzipped his fly, hoping to reduce his confinement and prepare him for any other assistance she could willingly offer. Ned didn't know how or why Kori had agreed to perform at Amateur Night. Maybe his daughters, her best friends, had beguiled her into another exotic adventure. Maybe the prima noche encounters had perked her curiosity into further explorations. Maybe she found her new husband incapable of satisfying her voracious hormones. Ned didn't really care the reason why. If Kori wanted more sexual adventures, the Strip and Fuck Club was a good place to start. As the club owner, Ned had certain privileges with the talent, even if they were just part-time. He imagined inviting Kori to the mansion for his exclusive use. He envisioned scenes in the guest suite where he could boost her sensual spirit. While Kori's luscious cunt entertained his buried cock, her mouth would suckle his tongue. Later, her tongue would entertain his cock as he licked her pussy to screaming orgasms. Ned's revelry was disturbed by Karoline's fidgeting and he returned to the here and now. Kori was about to give a public show of her verdant sexuality. It would not be as fulfilling for Ned as their previous encounter when he had fucked Kori in her wedding lingerie. But her shy first-time look onstage should be fun to watch anyway. He relaxed back into the cushioned private booth, ready to enjoy Karoline's courtesies and Kori's spectacle. Everyone's attention shifted stage left as a tuxedo-suited black man walked onstage. Kori's eyes flirted left and she smiled wider as Karl, her onstage 'husband' approached. Ignoring the audience, the acting duo hurried into each other arms. Karl all but ripped away her face veil before engaging in a tender kiss. Karl broke off and placed his forehead against hers for an intimate face to face eye-lock. His hands reached behind her to find the wedding gown's zipper. Kori's eyes and smile grew wider, amplified on the rear stage screen by the zoomed-in video feed. Kori had only met the tall, broad-shouldered man earlier that day. They had made small talk to ease her first-time trepidations. Karl had described his former successes as a professional wrestler and football player. He still retained his massive muscular build. He assured Kori he would control his enthusiasm and she would be safe in his powerful embrace. Kori was somewhat assured and consented to play her part in the planned performance. Now she stood before an audience of strangers, about to be stripped of her wedding dress costume and fucked by a man she had just met. It was 'Déjà vu, all over again'. Karl was gentle, lowering the zipper slowly, lovingly. The camera followed his movements. His hands found her demi-bra clasp and that was unhooked. They kissed again and Karl's hands roamed across her smooth back. He stepped back for the next dramatic piece of the scene. Karl's hands brushed the dress off Kori's shoulders and lowered it down her front; it bunched around her waist. The first appearance of her magnificent breasts was recorded by the camera, displayed on the jumbo video screen and accompanied by vulgar catcalls and undertones from the watching men. "Wow, nice tits, baby... Give us a wiggle, daring... Shake them puppies... damn, girlie, you got some fine ones, don't you?" Kori was buoyed by the uncouth complements. She responded with a shimmy, teasing the hecklers with the jiggles in her nubile naturals. The men cheered her bubbly compliance. Karl took his cue. His big hands cupped her even bigger boobs and added to the motion. He bounced and kneaded them, all of it caught and magnified on the rear screen. It was proof positive that Kori sported the real thing. The cheers turned to jealous moans. The enlivened pair moved onward. Karl squatted and pulled the bunched silk and lace lower. Kori wiggled her smooth round ass in cooperation and her toned thighs were exposed. She wore satin thong panties and mid-thigh white nylons with a lacy garter band on her right. She braced a hand on Karl's shoulder as she stepped out of the dress puddled around her heels. Karl smoothly swept it aside and out of the way. He stood again, his muscular stature overshadowing the mid-size erotic artiste. Kori began her presentation of Karl by loosening his bowtie. The shirt buttons opened beneath her busy descending fingers. At his belt, there was no hesitation. His fly popped open under her ministrations. He turned 180 and she pulled his topcoat and shirt off, tossing them aside. She yanked his pants downward as she knelt. Karl slid off his shoes and walked out of the tuxedo encircling his ankles. Karl was indeed black. His close-cropped hair and the smooth skin were nearly ebony, stretched tight over his well-developed muscular frame. He turned back to the now standing Kori. She gasped, a hand covering her mouth. This was her first look at Karl's exposed penis. The audience mirrored her shock. He had gone commando; his semi-flaccid cock formed a mighty arc poking out from his groin, the knob sculptured and swollen. The gentlemen chuckled and their escorts murmured with envy for Kori's predicament. Recovering from her amazement, Kori reconciled herself to this overlooked detail. The other girls in the club had told her Karl was big in the manhood department. She hadn't realized they meant this big. Kori's hands cradled her challenge and her touch brought about an elongated thickening. She stroked the monster that would be her ultimate stage prop. Soon Karl was standing tall above his scrotum. Her hesitance abated; the show must go on. Kori released the man-meat and plucked at her own panties. Kori eyeballed Karl's groin as she leaned forward and pushed her last shred of modesty past her knees. Her nose brushed his hanging balls as she stepped out of her satin thong. Her bent-over pose dangled her swaying tits. The camera zoomed in for the details. That drew more manly moans and Kori obliged them with a bent-over shimmy that jostled the boobs even more. She puckered up and kissed his ball sack. The gentlemanly moans developed into further vulgar compliments. The performers faced each other again. Karl clutched Kori's ass and lifted. She braced her hands behind his neck, and clamping her thighs around his hips, locked her crossed heels. Karl's face was stoic; Kori's apprehensive. They cooperated to affect the carnal connection, cock knob touching her cunt lips. Kori took a visible breath and held it, ready to help Karl worm his way in during the coming arduous penetration. Instead of an easing in, Karl suddenly dropped her weight. Her cunt stretched reluctantly and the long black cock punched all the way in. The knob didn't stop at her cervix; it passed through. Her clitoris slammed against Karl's pubic bone. Kori screamed. The ladies in the audience whimpered in sympathy. Karl waited a split moment but was raring to continue. He lifted Kori high and let her settle on his prick less rapidly this time. He felt her cervix snugly rub his corona. Karl adored that specific stimulus whenever he fucked a woman. Kori was past her initial shock and inclined to learn the delights of this new sensation. Past lovers had bumped her cervix but Karl was the first to burst through. She levered herself up on her clamped thighs, popping the corona in and out or the cervical ring. Karl appreciated Kori's instinctive sense of adventure and provided gentle lifts on her butt to aid her motions. It was the exact cock caress he craved and Kori was not the first woman to take the lead and study the secrets of this rare caress. Ned watched the action from his nearby booth. The video screen was projecting the intimate conjunction as Kori's moist enflamed cunt lips corralled the base of Karl's throbbing erection. Her leaking juices added sheen to Karl's balls. During the run-up undressing, Ned had let Karoline fondle his cock and balls. The sight of Karl impaling Kori in one sudden stroke had given Ned a spinal shiver. He grabbed a handful of Karoline's blonde curly hair and pulled her face to his groin. Now Ned's cock was corralled in Karoline's mouth. If Ned had bothered to look around, he would have seen the other men in the audience taking care of their own business. Some of the escorts had their dresses bunched up at the waists and the gown tops down. The bare-breasted ladies had saddled up in their host's lap and were galloping on their hosts' erect cocks. The non-escorted customers elected to masturbate but topless hostesses intervened, substituting professional grade hand-jobs for the self-stimulation. Meanwhile, onstage, Kori and Karl were getting along splendidly. The short vaginal caresses had given way to full stroke mode. Kori was leaned back in euphoria, hanging on with hands laced behind Karl's neck and pinioned on his prick. Her blond ringlets hairdo had escaped its clips and swung in time behind her. The wild ride sloshed her boobs in waves across her chest. Karl leaned back himself, balancing Kori's weight. His powerful legs were steady as Kori rose and fell the full length on his manhood. Karl watched Kori's euphoric contortions. He liked the way she bucked on his engorged cock. He liked her sensuous cries. Kori moaned on every long stroke. She caught her breath and whimpered whenever a random hard bottom banged her clitoris against Karl's groin. And she squirmed and emitted fearful warnings if Karl lifted her until his corona emerged at her lips, anxious that his enthusiasm might cause an unwelcome decoupling. The writhing minx was ravenous for more stimulation as she bounded on Karl's rigid manhood. Karl's body glistened; this was as much a workout as any athletic event he had experienced. His momentum was cresting. Suddenly, he went over the top, pinning Kori down hard on his cock and spewing spunk deep inside her womb. Kori felt the fluids inundate her cavity and rocketed off over her own top. Her arms clenched as hard as her cunt. She crushed her soft breasts tight against Karl's hard muscled chest and shrieked out to the heavens. She clung for dear life as she shuddered ecstatically, suspended in Karl's brawny arms. Karl and Kori's peak triggered the cum-fest elsewhere in the room. Ned pumped his cum into Karoline's sucking mouth; she swallowed it into her gullet. The other gentlemen jetted their sperm into their attending ladies: their pussies, their mouths or their hands. The room swelled with orgasmic cries that slowly died and descended to satisfied sighs. Karl and Kori came to their senses first. Still in their carnal embrace, the artists kissed gently, a mutual sign of admiration and praise for the considerations shown by each to the other during the performance. Karl lifted Kori off his softening dick and settled her on her wobbly feet. He took her hand and turned her full frontal to the audience. The camera focused on Kori's distended red cunt lips, wet with the milky man essence leaking forth, driveling down her inner thighs. The onstage pair executed a deep farewell bow. Upon rising, Kori wiped the flailed blonde hair back from her face. Her pale but flushed sumptuous body was juxtaposed next to the sweating sheen of Karl's powerful black physique. The show was over for now. The invigorated Karl towed the cowed Kori offstage as she tottered behind on weak knees and high heels. She had affected another namesake triumph at the Strip and Fuck Club. Although still encumbered in carnal conjunctions, the audience managed to applaud with gusto. The backstage screen showed the previously recorded clip of Kori wetting her lips atop the evocative ivory-onyx cameo blowjob. The bottom scroll suggested: "...MAYBE NEXT TIME..." Ned wasn't going to wait for Kori's next time at the club. He summoned the club manager and directed him to have Kori dressed in a sheer negligee and deposited in his limousine. He would carry Kori to the mansion forthwith and personally steer her through the next step of her erotic journey. All through the ride and all through the night, Ned would allow Kori's curious lips to blaze a trail along the unmapped territory of his erect cock. Her explorations would certainly be rewarded with abrupt discoveries of creamy male treasure. Ned was resigned to the fact that it was going to be another long night for the owner of the Strip and Fuck Club.