Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's
fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states
would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended
by adult themes, you should probably leave now.
More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects.
There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I
urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way.
This work is © 2003 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute,
provided it is not altered in any way. It may not be posted to any website
or included in any archive without the author's permission.
There is no Nicola. All characters are fictitious. The situations are
made-up. This is only a fantasy, and any similarity to real persons, events
& institutions is pure coincidence.
Master and Apprentice (MF MFF F-solo interr exhib)
As Nicole Aveline walked into her flat, loud music washed over her and she
was greeted with the most astounding sight. Sitting in her lounge room was
a skinny, geeky-looking student who she vaguely recognised from one of her
classes. His eyes were glazed over with pleasure and a thin strand of drool
ran from the corner of his mouth.
His expression of vacant lust was hardly surprising, as Nicole's roommate
Melody was busy administering him a lapdance.
"Melody!" Nicole gasped in shock. Her friend was grooving to the
beat of the music, her bare boobs bouncing with every enthusiastic wiggle
and shimmy of her luscious body.
Naked except for a tiny black thong and black high-heels, Melody turned
around and began to grind her ass into her client's crotch, eliciting a string
of gasping moans from him. "Hi Nica!" she greeted her friend warmly.
"Have you done the shopping yet?"
All Nicole could do was stare at Melody. She was her flatmate and best friend
at Harmon Campus, but her capacity for raunchy behaviour never failed to
amaze her. Melody was very good-looking, tall with dark hair that framed
her pretty face, and large D-cup boobs, that were currently playing hostess
to one lucky guy.
Melody had turned back around to face her customer, placing her delicate
hands on his shoulders, rubbing her luscious tits against his face. Nicole's
eyes grew wide as her gaze travelling down her friend's bare back and g-string
that nestled snugly between her ass-cheeks.
The guy's moans became louder. Melody was sliding her bare thigh up and
down his crotch, fucking him with her lovely leg. From the looks of it he
had a Rhino horn stuffed in his pants. In an instant Melody's dance turned
into dry-humping, her pussy inches from his throbbing dick.
The tall busty girl was moving in speed and her large mounds swayed enticingly
in front of the over excited boy's face. Looking over to her friend Nicole,
Melody smiled wickedly and leaned a little forward, making her impressive
chest slap the drooling boy on the face as she masturbated him through his
pants with her lewd dance.
His eyes rolled back in his head and he let out a loud gasp of pleasure,
bucking wildly beneath Melody's wiggling body.
With a smile of satisfaction, Melody stood up from his lap. "I hope
you enjoyed the ride," she quipped. Nicole noticed a dark stain spreading
across the front of his jeans. He didn't seem to care, rising unsteadily
from the chair and tottering towards the door, still floating in a haze of
sexual delight.
"Remember," Melody said to him as she guided him out of their
flat, "if you've got the dough, then I'll be your ho."
Now that they were alone, Nicole snapped out of her astonishment. "What
were you doing?"
"Thirty quid!" she beamed, holding aloft the payment for her lapdance.
"Pretty sweet for ten minutes work, eh?"
"Melody, you ARE a nasty girl!" Nicole said giggling, still a
little shocked to find out her roommate and best friend was making money
with her body like this. "But I got to admit that it was fast and easy
cash!"
"You bet!" Melody laughed. "Not to mention it was very hot
too! You should try it yourself young lady! You do have the right body for
it!"
Nicole laughed and shook her head. Melody could be so slutty, but she still
liked her a lot. Melody picked up a napkin and wiped the saliva off her boobs,
then slipped on a green t-shirt. "Now, that's my share of this week's
rent money, what about yours?"
Nicole's gorgeous face creased in dismay. Money was always a problem for
the students, scraping every penny just to get by. Nicole Aveline was an
18 year-old adorable little brunette who stood just 4 foot 11 inches. Her
two best assets were her massive E-cup boobs that jutted out in front of
her, straining against the tight fabric of her t-shirt like a pair of twin
torpedoes. What could she do to make money?
A naughty smile crossed Melody's lips. Nicole knew that smile well. Although
Nicole would occasionally enjoy putting on some sexy clothes and giving everyone
sneak peaks inside her well-stretched t-shirt, she was still a fairly shy
person. But Melody would dare her to go further, expose more of her luscious
body than her intended and do things Nicole never thought she'd do. And Nicole
was a fool for dares.
That smile told Nicole that she better get ready to put on a show, cos Melody
was about to dare her to do something nasty.
"What is it this time?" Nicole asked with a sigh, folding her
arms across her chest (well, trying to fold her arms across her chest).
Melody picked up the university's student newspaper. "I saw an ad in
here, you should check it out."
Contestants Wanted For TV Gameshow
The American TV gameshow Co-Ed Bikini Challenge will be at London
University this week, auditioning girls to appear as contestants. The lucky
three chosen will be flown to Los Angeles to tape the show, with fabulous
prizes up for grabs and a minimum of $US500 just for playing Co-Ed
Bikini Challenge.
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"A TV gameshow?" said Nicole, mystified. "It sounds like
you have to wear a bikini. Nothing too raunchy there."
"Oh no!" giggled Melody. "I saw this show on Channel 5 one
time. There's a lot more to it than just wearing a bikini." She smirked
and added, "or maybe I should say a lot less to it than just wearing
a bikini."
Nicole had flaunted herself before, but only for a few guys in small groups.
This Co-Ed Bikini Challenge thing would be seen by loads of people,
not just in England but in the USA as well.
"Think you're up for it?" Melody asked.
"I don't know Mel! It's a little too much for me..." Nicole answered
blushing. The idea of showing off on TV was very exciting, but she was too
shy to seriously consider it! "Everyone I know would be watching me!"
"That's the point!" Melody replied. Suddenly she grinned and decided
to `play dirty' on Nicole's soft spots. "Of course if you don't have
the guts I can understand... after all your `beloved daddy' would see it
and what would he think of his `little princess'? I can understand why you're
this scared, you've always been daddy's girl... doing whatever would please
him..."
"What?!?" Nicole cried, annoyed. Her father was a domineering
bigot pain in the ass who had kept Nicole under his control until she managed
to escape him by coming to London to study. She was so pissed off with him
she'd do anything to `get even' with the abusive bastard!
"Don't get angry Nica, I can understand if you're still scared of what
your dad would think, and, of course, participating in this bikini contest
would make him really mad!" Melody continued teasing her. "But
if you don't have the courage I'll understand. So, are you coming with me
to the try-outs or not?"
Nicole shrugged her shapely shoulders causing her massive boobs to bob.
"Sure. Why not?"
The auditions for Co-Ed Bikini Challenge were held at The Dragon
Bar, a local dive that often served the students of London University. Most
recently, it had been used for the 'School Disco', nothing to do with kids
but a dance for the uni students to dress-up in school uniforms (which had,
of course, provided Melody with a great excuse to showcase her knockers in
a very tight school girl's blouse).
Nicole entered the bar wearing her best 'teasing' clothes. If she wanted
that free trip to LA and a sack load of cash to go with it, she'd have to
put on quite a show. The busty little cutie knew that the best way to accomplish
this was to put her best assets on display, and so she'd dressed accordingly.
She was wearing a fiery-red halter-top that was really unsuited for a woman
of Nicole's bust size. The entire top half of her boobs were bare, right
down to her scarcely concealed nipples. With every step the tasty fresher
took her knockers would bounce provocatively, threatening to pop out of their
tight confines.
Nicole smiled to herself. "Nothing puts a couple of Es on display like
a nice halter-top." She held her back straight, pushing out her chest
for everyone to see.
The rest of Nicole's outfit consisted of a short, black skirt that came
down just a couple of inches below her pussy, leaving her lovely leg on display,
and a pair of red pumps.
Everyone in the bar turned to stare at her as she entered. There were dozens
of girls there, all packed into that small space, many of them dressed as
raunchy as Nicole. But, she smirked, none of them have been blessed with
a pair of tits you could ski down.
"Nica, over here!" called a voice from the throng. Nicole saw
Melody standing with another girl, a tall, very cute brunette with smallish-B
boobs. Melody was wearing a sparkly blue top that tied around the back of
her neck and around her waist but had no back to it whatsoever. Nicole loved
that garment, from behind Melody looked like she was naked from the waist
up!
"Nicole, this is Tiffany," Melody introduced her friend to the
other girl, who was dressed in a slinky strapless black cocktail dress that
clung to every curve of her body. Tiffany looked Nicole over with a hungry
look, much as a guy would, and she blushed.
Melody wrapped her arms around Nicole and Tiffany and hugged them close.
"I think we've got what it takes to win those spots on this gameshow."
At that moment a set of double-doors at the far end of the Dragon swung
open and a group of people entered. Most of them were a camera crew lugging
their gear along. Leading them was a tall, very beautiful girl and a rather
hunky black man in an Armani suit, with a wispy goatee and designer glasses.
Their entrance had an electric effect upon the assembled crowd of would-be
starlets. They instantly hushed, at the same time doing everything possible
to make themselves look more desirable. Nicole licked her lips, pushing her
impressive boobs even further out.
The girl, a gorgeous model with shoulder length chestnut-coloured hair and
sparkling blue eyes, stepped forward and addressed them. She was dressed
dead sexy, in a slinky red boob-tube that looked like it might slide down
her body and turn into a belt, and a black mini skirt with a slit up the
side to reveal her thigh.
"Hello everybody, and thanks for coming along today. My name is Nicola
Baron, hostess of Co-Ed Bikini Challenge, and this is the show's producer
Mr. Marcus Blackrod."
Nicola spoke in a sexy, husky Australian that made Nicole feel a little
tingly. Mr. Blackrod said nothing, casting an appraising eye over the girls.
His brown eyes fell upon Nicole, and she felt his gaze sliding across her
exposed cleavage like a big wet tongue before passing on.
"As you know," Nicola continued, "we have a fabulous prize
up for grabs today, but we can only choose three of you. So do your best
to impress Mr. Blackrod, good luck, and above all have fun."
Have fun? Nicole was feeling nervous. She wanted that trip to LA and the
chance to appear on Co-Ed Bikini Challenge, but to get it she'd
have to put on quite a show. She'd have to go further than she'd ever gone
before, flaunt her body more than Melody had ever goaded her in the past.
Nicole took a deep breath to calm her nerves, swelling her chest and almost
causing her mammoth Es to burst out of her halter-top.
"Come on, Nica," smirked Melody. "You've got the biggest
boobs of any girl in this room. All you need to do is shake your tits in
Mr. Blackrod's face and you'll be on that plane to America in no time."
The girls were formed in a long queue. Nicola and the camera crew were making
their way along the line, shooting footage of the wannabe contestants. Mr.
Blackrod himself stood at the far end of the bar, talking on his cellphone
and occasionally making notes. His aloof demeanour suggested he was well
used to jetting around the world, appraising semi-naked co-eds desperate
for stardom.
Nicole blushed as she pictured herself on TV, wearing a tiny micro-bikini
and jumping up and down till her top burst open and her tits spilled out.
Could she really do that in front of thousands, maybe even millions of drooling
men (and women!)?
Suddenly, the Dragon's front door burst open with a bang. Everyone spun
around to watch in astonishment as an elderly gentleman marched into the
bar. He was a crusty old fellow, his liver-spotted face puffed red with a
mixture of exertion and anger as he stormed in upon the auditions.
"Oh no," murmured Nicole. "It can't be."
"What is going on in here?" he thundered. "I've just received
word that the good name of this institution is being sullied in a wanton
display of debauchery!"
Some of the girls giggled, a few of them looked embarrassed. None was more
embarrassed than Nicole herself.
The old man zeroed in on Nicole and strode over to her. "Young lady!"
he roared, "when I read in the paper that the University of London was
playing host to this... exhibition I came down here straight away. Knowing
you, and your association with this brazen hussy..."
("What's a 'brazen hussy'?" Melody asked.
"It's posh for 'slut'," replied Tiffany.
"Oh. For a moment I thought he was insulting me.")
"... I knew you'd been here, shoving your tits into everybody's faces!"
Nicole blushed, cringing before her father's angry gaze. She'd never felt
so embarrassed before, surrounded by all her staring friends and fellow students.
"You're coming with me," he declared, and grabbed Nicole by the
arm. He yanked her with such force that Nicole's right boob leapt out of
her halter-top. "I have not raised my only child to be a harlot! You
are the shame of our family... I'll never let you out of my sight again!"
She gave a slight squeal of shock, and blushed even more. Her captor took
no notice.
Suddenly, a voice boomed out across the Dragon. It was a deep, rich American
voice that instantly commanded everyone's attention.
"Excuse me, sir, can I help you?"
It was Mr. Marcus Blackrod. He stood with his arms folded across his muscular
chest, his words polite but his posture and steely gaze letting the intruder
know that he was ready for trouble. The old man turned to face him with a
look of extreme arrogance.
"Mind your own business," he snapped.
"But this is very much my business," Mr. Blackrod replied.
His opponent turned red with rage. "Why, I won't stand here and be
spoken to like this by a, a,..."
His voice trailed off. Mr. Blackrod stared at him evenly.
"By a what?" he growled. Marcus Blackrod seized the old man's
arm in a firm grip, forcing him to let go of Nicole.
"This bar has been booked for a private function," he said in
his burly American accent, "and you are trespassing. Let me show you
the door."
"W-what!" Gasping in shock, the old man was firmly marched away
by Mr. Blackrod. "Hear me Nicole Aveline, I'll be home, waiting for
you, if you don't show up you better forget you have a family!"
Nicole stared after them, so amazed at Mr. Blackrod's performance and angry
at her father's arrogance that she forgot that her bare boob was still hanging
out in front of her.
"Who was that guy?" asked Nicola, noticing the magnificent flesh
orb but failing to warn the short brunette. "Calm down sweety!"
The Australian starlet soothed the trembling girl, taking Nica's hand in
her's.
"He's my father," Nicole replied. "The old bastard followed
me to London." Only them she noticed it was the hostess she was talking
with, the gorgeous and famous Nicola Baron.
She was shocked to see her father, but even more she was turned on by the
way Mr. Blackrod had stepped in and dealt with the situation. Just thinking
about him made the insides of her pussy quiver, her nipples were suddenly
hard with excitement, one of which in full display.
The producer re-entered the bar a moment later, adjusting his immaculate
suit. Nicole was still so confused and dazed that she only watched the scene
as if in a dream, form afar, but still admiring the black-skinned exec.
"Sorry about the disturbance, folks," he announced. "It looks
like we'll have to postpone the rest of the auditions till a later date."
A groan of disappointment went up from the girls, none more so than Nicole,
Melody and Tiffany. The crowd began to break up, the camera crew packing
up their gear and the students filtering out of the bar.
"What are we going to do now?" moaned Nicole. "We've got
to get picked to go on that show. And what about my father? Now that he's
found me, he's not going to give up."
"Excuse me," said Nicola, approached the horny threesome. "You,
um, seem to have forgotten something." With a smirk, she pointed at
Nicole's chest. Curious, she looked down, and remembered she was still letting
it all hang out.
"Opps, my boob!" Nicole laughed. She hefted her enormous knocker
back into her halter-top, a job that in her case required both hands. Nicola
continued to gaze at the underdressed cutie, admiring her curvy little figure.
The Aussie starlet reached out her hand. "I'm Nicola Baron. My friends
call me Knickers," she said. Nicole shook her hand warmly. "Nicole
Aveline. My friends call me Nica."
"Yknow," Nicola began in her sexy Aussie accent, "you've
got a great look for Co-Ed Bikini Challenge ." By that, Nicole inferred
she meant she had a fabulous pair of tits.
"Thanks, I'm just a little shy."
"Tell me about it," snorted Melody. "I've been trying to
get her to put out more since I met her."
"But I really want to be a contestant on that show," Nicole piped
up. "I could do with the money, and it would really piss my dad off!"
She saw a smile appearing on Knickers' face, the Aussie obviously noticed
the tension here. "Could you, uh, help me out here?"
"Well..." Nicola replied. "I don't have any say in picking
contestants. It's Mr. Blackrod's decision, and he's only going to select
girls he knows will be good talent, if you know what I mean."
Nicole was crestfallen. How was she ever going to get on Co-Ed Bikini
Challenge?
"But," Nicola continued, "there is something I can do to
help you out."
"What? What?" Nicole asked excitedly. Nicola merely smirked in
reply.
"I'll come by your place later today and we can get started."
Nicole grinned. It looked like her life was about to change for the better!
It had been a long day, and Nicole was relaxing under the shower. Melody
had gone out with Tiffany, leaving her alone in the flat.
The busty little beauty sighed as the warm, soapy water washed over her
naked body, cascading like a waterfall between her heaving breasts. The heat
caused her nipples to flush a deep pink colour.
Nicole couldn't stop thinking about Marcus Blackrod. She'd always found
black men attractive, but the TV producer was something else. He was so handsome,
so big and muscular, so well dressed, rich and successful. And then there
was the way he'd dealt with her father. It would really fuck the old man
off if she not only got onto Co-Ed Bikini Challenge, but also
ended up slapped her cunt lips around Mr. Blackrod's ebony cock.
"Mmm, Mr. Blackrod," Nicole murmured to herself. Thinking about
him made her so very, very horny. Her pussy was soaking wet and it had nothing
to do with the shower. Nicole closed her eyes and slipped two fingers deep
inside her own slippery velvet love tunnel. With a soft squelch, she found
her own G-spot and began to masturbate, her tiny hand pumping away between
her lower lips.
"Oh Mr. Blackrod!" she moaned, imagining it was his big, stiff
dick that fucking her. Nicole bucked her hips, forcing her fingers deeper
into her body.
Suddenly, on the verge of coming, she realised she wasn't alone. Nicole
opened her eyes and saw Nicola standing in her bathroom, watching her wank.
Nicole squeaked in shock. Nicola smirked. "Sorry. The door was unlocked,
so I let myself in."
The busty student blushed bright red from head to foot. She'd planned to
put on a show for Nicola at the audition, but this was a little more intimate
than she'd planned. The Australian starlet was giving her that hungry look
again, her beautiful blue eyes roaming all over Nicole's wet naked body.
Her first reaction was to cover up, but there was no way Nicole could conceal
her jugs.
"Not bad," said Nicola, with a slight edge of lust in her voice.
Nicole shut off the water and stepped out of the shower. Nicola grabbed a
towel and, without even asking, began to dry her off.
Nicole couldn't tell if Nicola was towelling her down or just plain groping
her, as the model's hands roamed freely across Nicole's damp body, especially
her tits. She was tingling all over, as the soft terry-cloth towel brushed
across Nicole's bare skin.
"There, all done," said Nicola with a winsome smile. She gave
Nicole a quick peck on the cheek, leaving the busty beauty glowing red in
embarrassment. She made a grab for her bathrobe, but Nicola stopped her.
"Don't bother to get dressed, honey," she said in her seductive
Australian accent. Nicole arched her eyebrows in surprise. Did she expect
her to waltz around buck naked?
Nicola took her protégé by the hand and led her out of the bathroom
and into the flat's tiny lounge. Nicola had left a suitcase lying on the
floor, she opened up and began rummaging through the contents. Nicole, trying
to ignore the fact that she was nude, peeked over her shoulder.
"Ah, here we go!" exclaimed Nicola, producing what looked like
a small yellow bundle of string.
"What's that?" Nicole asked. "A shopping bag?"
"No, silly," laughed Nicola. "This is an original, hand-made
Antonio Barudi swimsuit." She unravelled the lump to reveal it was in
fact a bikini. Nicole looked a little worried at she took it from her mentor.
"It's a bit... small."
"That's the whole point, put these puppies on display." Nicola
playfully jiggled Nicole's boobs. "You've got no problem posing in a
bikini, hmm?"
Nicole put the top on, doing her best to cram her mammoth breasts into the
bikini top. The tiny front panels barely covered her saucer shaped areolas,
leaving most of her boobs hanging out. "I don't think this thing is
rated for an E cup," she said.
"Don't worry, in this business less is definitely more. Now the bottoms."
She handed Nicole the other half of her swimsuit, an equally wispy garment
made mostly from string. Nicole turned it over in her hands, trying to work
out which was the front and which was the back. It was a French-cut g-string,
designed to ride high on Nicole's shapely hips. She tied it on, wedging it
snugly between her ass-cheeks and trying to get the front to cover her increasingly
swollen pussy lips.
"Mmm, nice," said Nicola, looking her up and down. "You'll
turn a few heads wearing this."
"You mean we're going out, dressed like this?" Nicole asked, incredulous.
"Sure!" laughed Nicola. "With a bod like this, you don't
want to hide it away."
Nicole put on her trainers, noting with some anxiety that as she bent over,
her knockers stretched the bikini top to breaking point. Melody once joked
that she was 75% boob, looking at herself now that description of the E-jugged,
4'11'' Nicole seemed accurate.
"Where are we going?" Nicole asked nervously, as she was led down
the stairwell of her student residence building.
"Don't worry, it's not too far." They emerged into the lobby,
which Nicole gratefully noticed was empty of students. Hidden by the dark
and gloom of the old building, she felt her confidence swell.
That wasn't all that was swelling. As Nicole felt her excitement levels
rise, her nipples became erect, hard little nubs that poked out of her bikini
top.
Nicola swung open the front door, letting brilliant sunshine flood in. "After
you, Nica," she said.
Nicole took a deep breath. She made one last adjustment to her skimpy suit
and then strode outside. The top offered no support whatsoever, and Nicole's
breasts heaved up and down with every step. The campus was pretty empty this
late in the afternoon, but there were still quite a few people wandering
around. At first, no-one noticed Nicole standing out front of her dorm building.
But when people finally did, the effect was amazing.
Nicole heard quite a few gasps. One guy was staring so much he walked right
into a Pole. The Polish guy didn't see him coming because he was too busy
gawping at Nicole as well.
Nicole smiled demurely, brushing back her short, dark hair behind her ears.
With her head held high, she began to follow Nicola across Harmon Campus.
She was so completely aware of how exposed she was, her backside hanging
out, and her chest bare except for two strips of cloth covering her nipples.
Yet she was decently dressed, the bikini covering her tasty bits (if only
just). Nicole felt so deliciously naughty to be parading around wearing so
little, it was exciting to know that everyone was staring at her merrily
bouncing boobs.
"Hey, nice rack!" someone called out. Without breaking her stride,
Nicole turned and waved to him, causing her tits to jiggle. "Thanks!"
she called back.
She was just beginning to think this was going to be a piece of cake when
she heard an all-too familiar voice call to her.
"Nicole Aveline! What do you think you're doing!?"
Before she even turned around, Nicole knew it was her father. The old man,
steam practically billowing out of his ears, was marching toward her with
a stern look on his face.
"Put some clothes on, you shameless girl! When I catch you..."
Nicole grasped Nicola by the hand. "Quick, run for it!"
The two starlets broke into a run. Her father was surprisingly spry for
his age, and raced after them, waving his fist in the air and yelling.
Puffing with exertion, the girls raced across campus. However, Nicole's
bikini was not designed for cross-country sprinting, and after only a few
strides her boobs burst free of their confinement. With no time to address
her dishabille, Nicole was forced to run across London University with her
bare tits slapping vigorously off her chest.
It was a little more exposure than Nicola had intended, but as they ran
away from Nicole's enraged father, the Aussie starlet noted with a grin the
stunned look on the students as they 'streaked' by.
"Ok," gasped Nicole, pausing against a wall, "I think we
lost him."
"What's his problem?" Nicola asked.
"We never really got on," Nicole replied, as she hefted her hooters
back inside the bikini top. "He's such a control freak. He's the reason
I left home, came to London U."
The more her father wanted her to come home, the more determined Nicole
remained to stay. And not just stay, but make such a spectacle of herself
that it totally pissed the old man off. She wanted to get on Co-Ed
Bikini Challenge, to bare her gorgeous body to the world, and best
of all, for him to see his little princess naked in front of millions of
people.
Nicole was still out of breath from the chase, her boobs heaving as she
panted for breath. "So, now that half of Harmon Campus has seen me topless,
what's next?"
"Here we are," Nicola proclaimed. Nicole let out a gasp of shock.
'Bristols' was a strip club just on the edge of London University. Nicole
had heard of it before (usually from Melody), but had never worked up the
nerve to go there. The front door was ablaze with gaudy flashing lights,
enticing passers-by with neon promises of 'Girls, Girls, Girls' and 'Tits,
Tits, Tits'.
Still holding her by the hand, Nicola pulled her under-dressed protégé
behind her as they entered the dark portal.
Inside the club, her senses were assailed with sound, noise and piercing
lights that flashed through the establishment's otherwise dank and smoky
atmosphere. It was late afternoon, and the audience was pretty thin, only
a few well-dressed 'city' types. Nicole was relieved to see there weren't
any students, she didn't want to be recognised patronising a flea-pit like
'Bristols'.
On stage, a rather bored looking dancer in her late thirties was going through
the motions of stripping. From the vacant expression on her face, Nicole
guessed she was probably wondering what she was going to have for her tea.
The dancer had big but rather saggy boobs that flopped lethargically back
and forth as she half-heartedly gyrated to the latest single from that teenybopper
band 'Sex Kitten'.
Nicole wasn't too impressed. Neither were the guys watching. As Nicole entered,
they switched their attention to her, whistling and hooting with glee. Nicole
blushed, streaking was one thing, but walking into a strip-club wearing nothing
but a skimpy bikini was another. She draped an arm across her chest, trying
to cover her boobs, but there was little the petite girl could do to hide
her cleavage.
"Hey, Tommy!" Nicola called out. "I've got someone here you'll
want to meet."
The pair of busty beauties walked across the room, with Nicole embarrassingly
aware that all eyes were staring at her might-as-well-be-bare ass. Tommy,
the proprietor of 'Bristols' stood behind the bar.
"Blimey, as I live and breath, if it ain't Knickers," Tommy greeted
them.
"Nicole, this is my friend Tommy. We met a while back, when he came
to LA to scope out some new talent."
Tommy turned his leering gaze on Nicole. "Hullo, darlin'. Crikey, that's
a nice pair you've got there." His eyes lit up as he peered right down
Nicole's bikini top.
"Uh, thanks," she replied with a blush. Nicole was used to her
tits getting attention (and rather enjoyed it), but she was a little embarrassed
at how forward people could be.
"I was thinking," said Nicola, "maybe you could let Nicole
have a turn on stage."
Nicole's jaw dropped. "Me?" she gasped. "Dancing up there?"
She never thought of herself as a dancer, seeing as she was only 4 foot 11
and had boobs that could cause a major accident if she turned around too
quickly.
"Mmm..." Tommy stroked his chin. "Turn around, luv, let's
have a good look at ya." With Nicola holding her hand, Nicole slowly
turned around, showing her luscious body off from every angle. The other
patrons weren't oblivious to what was going on, and were watching the proceedings
with obvious glee. Nicole was painfully aware of the fact that everyone in
the room was leering at her half-naked body. And if they had their way, they'd
soon be leered at her fully-naked body.
"Well...," drawled Tommy.
"Go on, mate, give her a shot!"
"Yeah, come on, we want to see her get those puppies out and dance
for us."
Nicola smirked. "I guess the masses have spoken."
"Alright," shrugged Tommy. "Sharon!" he bellowed at
the now-totally ignored dancer, "take five." She stomped off stage
without looking back.
As Nicola let her backstage, Nicole stammered, "B-but I've never stripped
in front of an audience before!"
"Relax, there's nothing to it." Nicola draped an arm around her
novice nympho, drawing her close, her beautiful blue eyes staring into Nicole's.
"Trust me, you are going to drive these guys wild."
Nicole glanced out at the audience, men who were laughing and grinning in
expectation for the show Nicole was about to put on for them. Their eyes
looked so hungry, just waiting for her to parade her well-endowed body on
the catwalk.
"Just imagine," Nicola whispered in her husky accent, "what
your father would think."
The old fart would have a heart-attack if he knew his daughter was stripping
in some seedy bar.
"OK, I'll do it!"
Nicola's face lit up. "You go girl! I'll introduce you, and when the
music starts up, you go out there and strut your stuff."
Nicole stood in the wings, glancing nervously over at her tutor standing
in the MC's booth. Her palms were sweaty. Droplets of sweat clung to her
exposed bosom, shimmering in the garish club lighting. Her bikini clung tightly
to her luscious ass.
"Gentlemen, have we got a treat for you tonight! For your viewing pleasure,
'Bristols' is proud to present an enthusiastic new talent. She's 18. She's
only 4 foot 11. And she's blessed with E-cup boobs."
Nicola's intro was almost drowned out by cheers and applause.
"That's right!" she continued. "What this girl lacks in experience
she more than makes up for in the titty department. Say a big hello to Nicole!"
Music flowed from the club speakers, fighting to drown out the noise from
Nicole's excited audience. Taking her courage- and her more obvious assets-
in both hands, the busty beauty strode out onto the stage.
The men went wild. No-one could remember the last time 'Bristols' patrons
were entertained by a London U student with such a fantastic set of knockers,
busting to get out of a tiny little bikini top. Nicole nervously approached
the edge of the stage, noticing that there seemed to be a lot more guys in
the club then when she came in a few minutes ago. She cast an eye over them,
seeing a sea of expectant male faces, their eyes firmly affixed to almost-bare
body.
Staring down at them, Nicole felt a thrill of arousal rush through her body.
A few strands of her short, dark hair clung to her face. She was trembling,
but not with fear.
Grinning, Nicole stood on the very edge of the stage. Slowly, she bent at
the waist, letting her massive jugs hang down so temptingly close to her
drooling fans. She rolled her body to the music, causing her boobs to bounce
around inside her bikini top in a hypnotic fashion.
The guys loved it, and Nicole was beginning to enjoy herself too. She straightened
up, turned around, and bent over once again, this time letting them got a
good look at her ass. Nicole had amazing flexibility, and she bent right
down and waved at her audience through her spread legs. While at this unusual
angle Nicole realised her bikini bottoms were totally inadequate, and her
pussy lips, red and puckering, were on display.
Not that she cared.
Nicole began to dance for her men, gleefully jiggling her jugs. She raised
her arms over her head, surrendering herself to the allure of her shameless
display. Sound roared in her ears, the thumping beat of the music and the
clamouring din of the crowd yelling for more.
"Tits! Tits! Tits!" they cried, everyone in the club picking up
the chant. Even Nicola joined in, adding her Aussie accent to the demands
for Nicole to show off her best assets.
The starlet was enjoying the show her protégé was putting on.
Nicole was deliciously curvy, her small frame and enormous breasts making
the saucy girl perfectly formed for naughty fun. As she danced on stage,
Nicole's boobs heaved back and forth with such force that her bikini top
was gradually beginning to untie itself.
Nicole felt what was happened to her meagre costume, and made no attempt
to stop it. As she shimmied her torso, bit-by-bit the knot began to come
loose. Her bikini top began to slip loose, the cups falling away from her
tits. Nicole reached up with one hand to hold the garment in place, more
to tease the men rather than to cover her modesty.
She was so horny by now, Nicole wasn't interested in covering anything.
Her whole body tingled with pleasure, and there was nothing she wanted more
right now than to get naked and fuck herself silly.
With a few more undulations of her body, Nicole's bikini top burst free.
A storm of applause greeted the appearance of her tits in all their glory,
as Nicole gleefully tossed her discarded top into the cheering crowd. She
squeezed her boobs together, making sure everyone got a good look at her
chesty charms.
Her unfettered boobs were a spectacular sight to behold, slapping up and
down, as Nicole continued to wiggle in erotic amusement on the stage. She
turned and quivered her ass at the guys, while reaching for the knots that
held her bottoms together. Once again, Nicole thrilled in teasing the crowd.
While her fingers gently pulled on the strings that preserved the last shred
of her modesty, she peeped back over her shoulder, delighting everyone with
a charming look of 'should I'?
Of course!
The slip of yellow material fluttered to the floor accompanied by a tremendous
roar of approval. Nicole was now completely nude on stage, except for her
sneakers and rather saucy grin. The guys all pressed forward to get a better
look, and more than a few reached up to grope Nicole's gyrating, naked body.
She allowed their fingers to skim tantalisingly close to her bare pussy before
dancing away, laughing with glee.
Upstage was a pole. Nicole had seen enough 'stripper' movies (Melody loved
Showgirls) to know what it was there for, so she slinked her way over to
it.
The busty beauty grasped the pole firmly with both hands and hauled herself
off the ground. She wrapped her legs around it, then let out a gasp as the
cold metal came in contact with her wet pussy lips. Nicole spun herself around
the pole, enjoying having something big and hard pressed against her slobbering
cunt.
It was time to bring this show to a stunning finale. Nicole disentangled
herself from the pole (leaving behind a damp snail-trail) and strutted back
down the runway toward her audience. She stood on the very edge of the stage,
eyeing the men up with a saucy smirk. Once again, there hands reached up
to grope her, but this time Nicole made no attempt to stop them.
She remembered how she felt just thirty minutes ago, standing under the
shower, getting very horny just thinking about Mr. Blackrod. Nicole closed
her eyes.
Slowly, she sunk to the floor.
With her legs wide open, Nicole leaned backwards.
Then, in full view of everyone, she stuffed her fingers into her hot, moist
pussy.
The guys roared their approval.
"Nica!" cried her sexy teacher, covering her mouth and laughing
in pretend shock.
Nicole moaned loudly as she diddled away at her cunt. Her juices were flowing
freely, as her fingertips found her well-lubricated clitoris.
"Blimey!" gasped Tommy. "We ain't had a wanker on stage at
'Bristols' since 92!"
"But I bet you've had a few in the audience," Nicola laughed.
Using both hands, Nicole shamelessly parted her vaginal lips, opening her
most intimate secrets up for inspection by the crowd, who jostled to get
a better view in the dank stripclub.
She'd been totally embarrassed before, when Nicola had caught her masturbating
in the shower, but now, on stage in front of a roomful of drooling guys,
she revelled in the lewd act of self-gratification. In Nicole's lust-swollen
mind she was onstage being vigorously fucked by Marcus Blackrod while the
club patrons cheered them on. Her hands were a blur of motion as her fingers
slithered in and out of her gooey hole, frigging herself to the height of
ecstasy.
As Nicole's gasps of self-indulgent pleasure filled the club, Nicola smiled
to herself at the thought that the busty little beauty had (literally) out-stripped
her expectations. It wasn't long before, bucking and whining, Nicole wanked
herself to orgasm.
Smiling sheepishly, she picked herself up from the sticky patch she left
on the catwalk, and accompanied by raucous applause, Nicola escorted her
backstage.
"That was amazing!" enthused Nicole, as she soaked her naked body
under a shower in the club's dressingroom. "I've never felt like that
before!"
Nicola stood ready with a towel to dry her off when she was done. Her gaze
lingered on Nicole's boobs as hot, soapy water cascaded down her cleavage.
This time, she didn't mind being ogled.
The busty brunette stepped out of the shower and into Nicola's waiting arms.
"So what's next? Head over to Amsterdam and put me in a live sex show?"
she asked mischievously.
"No. You've got a very important meeting to attend, young lady."
"A meeting, eh? Don't you think I should put some clothes on first?"
Her bikini, a rather expensive piece of attire, had disappeared into the
crowd and no doubt taken by a souvenir hunter.
"I rifled through the club's stripperwear collection," Nicola
replied. "Don't worry, you won't be nude... not yet anyway."
Early evening fell across London, golden-salted beams of waning light slowly
evaporating as the sun set.
Marcus Blackrod stood on the balcony of his hotel room, looking out across
Westminster as the daylight faded. London looked so beautiful, and he'd had
high hopes of finding some gorgeous babes to appear as contestants on Co-Ed Bikini Challenge. It was a shame he had to return to LA empty handed.
The handsome black man sighed as he rested his elbows on the railing, sunset
reflecting off his glasses. His designer silk robe rustled gently in the
breeze as it slipped across his muscular, naked body. Still, at least he
had his gorgeous hostess, Nicola. Marcus stroked his beard thoughtfully.
He remembered the 'audition' the Australian beauty had given when he'd cast
her. The starlet had been eager to please her producer that night, and just
the thought of her fine, white ass set his cock a-twitching.
Today had been just a trying day, what with that bigoted old fool interrupting
the auditions. Why, in dealing with the fossilised cracker, Marcus had very
nearly creased his Armani suit.
Ah, but tomorrow... tomorrow he was checking out of the Paradise Arms Hotel,
and flying back to LA without his three contestants. Sure, they'd been some
sweet-looking honeys, but none of them possessed that special 'enthusiasm'
that Marcus demanded from his girls. It would be sad to leave London pussy-less,
but there would be other opportunities, other co-eds, in other countries.
Marcus was just reflecting on where the search would take him next, when
there came a knock at the door of his hotel room. The carpet rustling between
his bare toes, he strode back inside to see who it was.
He opened the door and was greeted with the charming sight of his adorable
hostess, Nicola. The starlet was wearing a pair of jeans and a white cotton
blouse. It was obvious she wasn't wearing a bra, and Marcus could make out
the dark-brown outline of her nipples through the thin fabric. Nicola had
a gift for looking like a total sex kitten no matter how casual she dressed.
"Knickers," Marcus murmured in his deep, rich American accent.
"I was just thinking about you."
Nicola's beautiful blue eyes fluttered down toward the bulge in the crotch
of his robe. "So I see," she replied playfully.
Marcus rested his well-sculptured body against the doorframe. "Will
you join me? The hot-tub would be so lonely with just me in it."
Nicole smiled demurely. "I hope there's room in there for more than
just the two of us."
Marcus raised an inquisitive eyebrow.
"Mr. Marcus Blackrod, allow me to introduce my new friend, Nicole Aveline."
Nicola stepped aside, and with a flourish of her arm revealed the lovely
young woman. She was dressed in a sparkly red strapless boob-tube that struggled
to contain her mammoth tits, a matching sequined g-string that hugged snugly
against her snatch, and a pair of red fuck-me pumps. Nicole smiled demurely,
her jugs jutting out in front of her.
Marcus grinned. "Well, well, well. Nicola and Nicole. Two luscious
lovelies. And what can I do for you, Nicole?"
"Please Mr. Blackrod, sir," purred Nicole. "I would really
like to be a contestant on your show."
"Hmm," he stroked his beard thoughtfully, eyeing up her exposed
cleavage. "You've got the look alright. But have you got the right stuff?"
Nicole stepped forward to enter his hotel room. She paused in the doorway,
pressing her body against his. "With your permission, I'd like to demonstrate
to you my special skills."
With that, she brushed past him. Nicola followed, closing the door behind
her. Marcus's eyes were firmly glued to Nicole's gorgeous body as she entered
the hotel room. The mere five paces she took caused her boob-tube to slide
downward just enough for her nipples to peek out over the top at him. Nicole
turned to face him, her hands on her shapely hips, and made no attempt to
fix her dcolletage.
"Oooh, what are those, double-Ds?" Marcus asked.
"E," replied Nicole proudly.
Marcus slipped his hands between her breasts, pushing her top all the way
down, and began to make a more 'hands-on' appraisal of Nicole's assets.
"Are these yours?" he asked, his fingers squeezing her oversized
melons.
"They sure are!" Nicole giggled, and then squeaked as the black
TV producer tweaked her nipples.
"Well, you seem to have all the physical attributes the camera loves,
but why should I cast you instead of someone else?"
"Because of this," said Nicole the naughty little minx. She sunk
to her knees on the hotel carpet, her hands reaching under Marcus's robe.
She yanked the expensive garment aside impatiently, and was rewarded with
the object of her desire.
Marcus's thick, ebony cock was more beautiful than Nicole imagined. She
gasped in delight as the monster reared up before her, growing in length
in girth as her porcelain fingers stroked it. His dick was over 8 inches
long, his shaved balls hanging down like a couple of giant walnuts. His helmet,
black and shiny with precum, hovered just a whisker from Nicole's nose.
The would-be starlet wrapped her hand around the shaft, excited by the revelation
that her delicate fingers couldn't encompass its thickness. It pulsed and
twitched. Nicole licked her lips. Looking down at the top of her head, Marcus
grinned in anticipation.
Nicole lunged forward, her moist, eager little mouth stretching wide to
take in Marcus's prick in a single gulp. She managed about half and paused.
Nicole, her mouth crammed full of black goodness, snorted through her nose,
and then lunged forward again.
"Damn!" laughed Marcus. "You are one NASTY little white English
ho!" Nicole, her nostril's flaring as she fought for breath, glanced
up at him with bedroom eyes, before getting back to the task at hand. Her
velvet mouth slithered up and down his cock with increasing speed, lubricating
him with her own drool.
Her head bobbing madly, lips stretched, Nicole closed her eyes and surrendered
herself to her sluttier instincts. She felt a pair of gentle hands rubbing
her shoulders, and knew that her Aussie mentor was still there, guiding her
through her final practical exam. Marcus's meat throbbed deliciously in her
mouth, pulsing with enjoyment as Nicole sucked him off.
Marcus groaned in sheer delight. He'd had many an eager young starlet slurping
on his cock before, and this one definitely topped his list. Her short hair
whipped back and forth, and her mammoth boobs heaved up and down. Watching
her hooters gave Marcus an idea.
"Come over to the bed, baby," he instructed her. With one last
glug, Nicole reluctantly disengaged her lips from his prick, cum and saliva
drippling down her chin. She had no idea what Mr. Blackrod had in mind, but,
in a haze of passion, Nicole obediently allowed herself to be let into the
bedroom.
"Lie down there, on your back," said Marcus. Nicole complied,
Nicola holding her hand. Smiling, Marcus held up one of his fingers, and
Nicole took it in her mouth, sucking on his digit as she had just sucked
on his dick.
"That's it, suck it good."
Nicole's mouth was watering again, her drool running down her chin and over
his knuckles.
"Hold your tits."
Nicole cupped her boobs, squeezing them together. With a pop Marcus removed
his finger from Nicole mouth and splashed her saliva over her boobs. He continued
to move his hand back from her lips to her tits, spooning liberal gobs of
her spittle between Nicole's breasts.
With a big smile spreading across her slavering lips, Nicole realised what
he was up to.
When her chest was sufficiently lubricated, Marcus straddled Nicole's body,
lightly resting his buttocks on her middle. Nicola leaned forward, lending
a helping hand. She grasped Marcus's monster cock and guided it between Nicole's
outsized knockers. Grunting, the black television producer proceeded to titty-fuck
Nicole, sliding his prick back and forth between her meaty juggs.
Nicole's brown eyes were as wide as saucers as she watched, fascinated.
She'd never done this with any man before, and the sight of the big black
cock slithering between her massive boobs enchanted her. Every time his cock
head emerged from her cleavage, Nicole couldn't help but flick her tongue
over its shiny helmet, tasting more of his salty goodness.
With a smile, Nicola ran her hand affectionately through Nicole's hair,
brushing away a strand that had fallen across her face as her whole body
rocked violently under Marcus's pounding. She, too, seemed charmed by the
contrast of his dark cock against her snow-white boobs.
For a moment, Nicole glanced up at her tutor leaning over her and the two
shared a look of delight. Then Nicola reached around Marcus and slipped two
fingers deep inside Nicole's slavering cunt. She let out a gasp of delight,
and with liquid honey squirting down her wrist, Nicola began to pump away
inside her.
Ably assisted by the brunette Aussie starlet, Marcus and Nicole crested
the wave of sexual delight. With an almighty grunt and one last shuddering
thrust, his dick spasmed and he gushed hot cum all over Nicole's face. He
just kept on cummed, hosing her face down so that his man-goop got in her
hair, her eyes, even up her nose.
Nicola's frenzied fingering brought Nicole to orgasm at the same time, spurting
her pussy juice down her thighs and across the bedspread.
With a sigh of contentment the three collapsed in a sticky, satisfied heap
of fresh-fucked flesh.
With a bottle of bubbly, the three retired to the jacuzzi to wash off the
prodigious amount of cum that had somewhat managed to soak the horny threesome.
Marcus luxuriated in the warm water, with one arm wrapped around Nicole
on one side, and the other embraced Nicola on the other. He watched in delight
as the simmering heat of the hot-tub turned the girls' boobs a delicious
shade of puckered pink.
"God, you're gorgeous," moaned Nicole as she ran her hands along
Marcus's well-toned torso.
"Thanks," he replied. "I used to be a model, before I got
into producing."
"Sooo...," asked Nicola nonchalantly, "have you decided which
students you're going to use on Co-Ed Bikini Challenge ? "
"Well, I think Nicole here has proved she's got what it takes, but
I need to three lovelies, not just one, to make up a team from London U."
A lightbulb lit up over Nicole's head. "I know! My friends Melody and
Tiffany can come too."
"Yeah? What are they like?"
"Oh they're hot," Nicole replied emphatically. Then, with a naughty
smirk she added, "Melody's a little inhibited, but I better Knickers
here could get to be a lot more... friendly."
Under the churning water, Nicola and Nicole held hands, entwining their
fingers around Marcus's returning hard-on.
"I think," he grinned as the tender ministrations of the two white
girls got his pulse racing once more, "I should meet with these two
girls and personally make a close examination of their suitability."
It was well after dark when Nicole, Marcus and Nicola returned to Nicole's
flat.
The busty brunette had never been more excited in her whole life. She was
going to LA! To appear on TV! She couldn't stop grinning as she walked through
the door.
But then her face fell.
Melody and Tiffany where there, looking deadly serious. And no wonder. They
had another visitor.
Nicole's father.
"Nicole Aveline," the old man said sharply. "You've let me
on a merry chase today. But enough is enough. The fun is over, and it's time
for you to come back home with me. Now."
Nicole clenched her fists. She always hated it when he talked down to her
like that, but normally it made her embarrassed.
But this time, instead of feeling ashamed she just felt mad. Who the hell
was he to try and run her life?
She was just seething with 18 years of pent up anger when Marcus Blackrod
stepped up beside her. Grinning, he slipped his arm around Nicole's waist
and drew the buxom babe close against his black, muscular body.
"I've got to thank you, Mr. Aveline," he said. "This sure
is one damn fine piece of ass you've raised here." To emphasise the
point, he slapped his hand on Nicole's backside.
Her father's mouth dropped open. He stared at them, his wrinkled old face
twisted in horrified disbelief. Nicole knew what Marcus was doing. Her father
had always looked upon his daughter as his personal property. By making a
show of taking possession of Nicole, Marcus was humiliating him in return.
"Mmm, mmm, mmm," he continued, looking Nicole up and down with
a hungry look. "I don't need to tell you what a fine set of hooters
she's got." Marcus slipped his hand down the front of her boob-tube,
letting her right breast hand out in front as he gently kneaded it.
The colour drained from Mr. Aveline's face. Nicole smirked, realising the
old goat was seeing what he feared most, his daughter willingly being taken
possession by a black man. "You mean you two, you...," the old
man stammered.
Marcus wasn't finished yet. "And when she took my cock in that velvet-smooth
mouth of hers, I swear, it was like fucking a stick of butter."
Mr. Aveline shuddered. He collapsed back in a kitchen chair, looking like
he was about to have a stroke.
Nicole giggled. She didn't feel too sorry for her father, not after what
he'd done to her all her life. "Come on, guys," she declared. "Melody,
Tiffany, you're coming too."
The girls exchanged surprised glances. "Where are we going?" Melody
asked.
Nicole smirked. "We're going to Hollywood."
ONE WEEK LATER...
Nicole was lying flat on her back squealing with glee.
"Thirty seconds!" cried Nicola.
The buxom English beauty was having so much fun, she almost didn't hear
her. Especially with the cheering from the studio audience (all men, of course)
almost drowning her out.
Nicole was lying on the floor of a TV studio in Hollywood. She was surrounded
by cameras, studio lights, and an all-male TV crew. On one side of her lay
Melody, on the other Tiffany. Nicole's tits were covered in whipped cream
and her two giggling friends were doing their best to lick it all off.
"Twenty seconds! Come on Team London U, you're falling behind!"
Nicola cried into her microphone. It wasn't surprising, thought Nicole. Her
E-cup boobs were much bigger than those of her flat-chested competitors,
so it took a lot longer for her teammates to lap every last bit of cream
from her knockers.
As the clock counted down, Nicole glanced down at Melody and Tiffany, slurping
away her at chest, their pretty faces smeared with whipped cream and saliva.
Every time one of their little pink tongues slithered across Nicole's sensitive
nipples she shivered with delight.
"5, 4, 3, 2, 1!"
A buzzer sounded, signalling the end of that round. Team London University
didn't seem to notice.
"We'll be right back after this break," Nicola laughed, "With
more of Co-Ed Bikini Challenge, and everybody's favourite round, The Hump
Relay!"
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