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Sandy was my personal secretary. She too is a woman who responds with a positive approach to sex. She is bi-sexual, and enjoys both me and Diane, usually in the same afternoon. She is married to a rather pedestrian husband, a man who cannot begin to satisfy her needs. It Begins Kristi had chosen for her fantasy a secret dream that she had never before told Phillip. She had a craving, a secret desire to be fucked in front of a room full of strangers. Up to now, the only time she was anywhere close to fulfilling this secret need was when she and Phillip or she and a lover would perform the sex act during an orgy. But this was going to be different. This was a case of having every eye in the room on her, on her pussy, on her mouth, as a dick was sliding in and out, getting bigger and hotter until it finally explodes its creamy load right into her in front of an entire group of depraved, horny strangers. Her pussy was finally going to be the center of attraction. It was going to be her alone that would become the sexual centre of lust for a roomful of strangers. And what was going to make this even more special was the fact her husband would be in the audience, watching, hearing other men cheer her on, seeing the lust in the faces of the audience and watching as total strangers pulled on their cocks in lustful abandonment while they watch his wife get royally fucked on a stage in front of them. Thinking about this almost triggered a round of spasms in Kristi's pussy as she rode to the theater in the back of the limo. When Phillip spotted the theater, he asked Jeffery to stop. He told Kristi he would go in and make the arrangements for her. "I can make my own arrangements. You wait her in the car. I'll send for you when I'm ready." Kristi spoke the works like a four star general. Part of her fantasy was to set up the whole thing herself. If Phillip wasn't present when the deal was cut, he would be more shocked when he witnessed her act. That aspect of the fantasy was very important to her. She was about to act like a whore in front of her husband, and whores don't need permission from anyone to be whores. She got out of the car and started into the theater. Phillip lowered the window between Jeffery and himself and spoke to the driver. "Follow her, will you Jeff? Keep back and don't let her see you. Don't interfere unless she's in danger and report back to me as soon as you know something." Phillip wasn't about to spoil Kristi's fun, but this was New York, and you didn't just let your wife walk into a place like this without some sort of protection. Jeffery followed her into the theater. It was a much nicer place then he had expected it to be. At one time, it was probably a first run theater, where respectable people came to be entertained. Now it was sandwiched in between the hundred or so porno palaces for which 42nd street was internationally known. The lobby was finished in a garish red and gold trim. On the flocked wall were mini-marquees advertising movies that were playing in different theaters along the strip. Jeffery watched as Kristi asked the man behind the cashier's cage for directions. He pointed to a staircase and then hooked his finger in a leftward direction as if indicating which door she was looking for. His manner was one that might suggest he was giving directions to the ladies room, instead of telling this foxy lady where she could find the man who could give her permission to fuck her brains out on a stage in front of a hundred different men. Jeffery followed her up the staircase, being very careful not to be seen. He had long ago stopped trying to make sense out of the actions of his clients. The richer they were, the kinkier their games. He waited when she knocked on the door and watched as she opened it, went in and closed it behind her. There was nothing for him to do now but wait. Phillip was sitting in the limo watching the activity on the sidewalk. Without a doubt, every perversity in the world could be found right here within a six block radius of where he was sitting. For a moment, Phillip started to reflect on the path of his life that had led him to be in the back of a limo in New York City watching whores, pimps and police as they made their way through the concrete jungle, a jungle filled with predators of every type. But this was just a momentary reflection. His eyes stopped on the nimble body of a girl who couldn't have been more than sixteen years of age, the ring around his cock started to dig in again. Kristi looked at the manager of the theater and for just a second, lost her resolve. He was a greasy, nasty looking man. He was not a man she would have spoken to if she had met him on the street, but now, she was about to seek his permission to fuck publicly in his theater. Gathering her courage, she began to speak. "Excuse me. Are you Mr. Timms? Without looking up, he replied, "Why you wanna know?" "The man downstairs said that I had to talk to you if i wanted to be in the show tonight." Timms looked up and said, "You a cop?" "No." "And you wanna be in our show?" "Yes," then she added, almost as an afterthought, "I'm an amateur." "No shit!" He said with mock surprise. "Well, can I be in the show? Kristi was already getting a bit tired of this two-bit grease ball. "Yeah, sure. You can be in the show. You got a partner?" "A partner?" "Yeah, a partner. What you gonna do lady, fuck yourself?" You gonna need someone to stick it to you. If you ain't got no partner, I can get you one. They's always lots of volunteers every night. You wanna fuck a white guy or a black dude?" One thing Kristi could say about Timms, he certainly didn't mince words. Kristi thought for a minute an answered, "A black man would be nice." "I doubt that he'll be nice, but I'll fix you up. Show starts in 40 minutes. Take this note down stairs and go into the door marked 'Employees Only.' When you go in, ask for Silky. Tel he I said you was to get the Trinidad. Got it?" "Sure." Kristi bent forward to pick the note up off Timm's desk. He moved his hand over hers and looked up at her and she recognized the look of raw lust. "You wanna give me a little sample of how good you are? I wouldn't mind you sucking my dick a little." Kristi was tempted. After all, she reasoned, a whore's a whore, but if she had to be on stage in less than an hour, she had a lot to do. After the show, I'll suck your nuts through your dick." "Sure. Sure you will." He was looking back at his desk, not at her. "I'm sure you will." Kristi left the dingy little office and went back downstairs. She'd spotted Jeffery in the hall way and smiled to herself. Phillip was such a dear. He hadn't wanted to interfere, yet he didn't want to leave her unprotected. She waited at the foot of the stairs until Jeffery came back down. "Hello, Jeffery," she said calmly. "Oh, hello, ma'am. I was just ah, I was..." "I know what you were doing. It's alright. Go tell Phillip that I'm on in about a half hour, and that I have to get ready. Tell him my stage name will be Nicole and tell him that I hope he enjoys the show." Kristi knew before the night was over that Phillip's dick would be sore for a week. She was almost tempted to send the key for the cock ring out with Jeffery, but knowing that pain was a turn-on for Phillip , she decided to let him enjoy himself just a little longer. "Doesn't that hurt your dick?" The young girl asked Phillip when he pulled his cock out for her to suck. "Only when it gets hard," he answered. "But doesn't it get hard when I touch it?" "It gets very hard when you touch it, and it's going to get even harder when you suck it. But after I come, it will get soft again, and it'll stop hurting. Now, put your mouth on my dick and start sucking." He had spoken to her like she was a little girl, not a whore working the streets of New York. She knew what he wanted and even if she did look young and innocent, this girl had sucked more dicks then you could get on a troop ship. She understood what the cock ring was for, and as she was sucking Phillip, she would from time to time put a little more pressure around the base of his cock, causing the ring to dig deeper into his tender flesh, and when she did, he would jerk back just a little, and his dick would seem to get harder still. Tammy had been sucking dicks for six years now. She looked like she was sixteen, but she was actually twenty. This was not her first blow job in the back of a limo. One of the drawbacks to working the street was that very often the tricks didn't want to go into a private place, such as a hotel room or at least a car. Tammy had sucked many a dick while kneeling in an alley or just inside a closed shop entrance. At least in the back of this limo, she had a soft carpet to knell on. As her tongue went up and down on the newest cock to visit her mouth, Tammy had a chance to think about her surroundings. It was warm in the limo, and she actually felt safe for the time being. In a world full of men who don't see her for anything other than a place to rub their dicks, this short respite from the coldness of New York was almost welcome. She reached her hand down to the ring he was wearing around his cock and squeezed with gentle pressure. His come started to ooze out of his dick. Tammy kept sucking and swallowing. She usually didn't let her trick come in her mouth, and she never swallowed it, but tonight, she sensed this guy was different. She had wanted to give him something special. She didn't know why, she just did. The world is full of strange things. A man in the back of a black limousine with a diamond studded cock ring around his dick with a young hooker sucking and squeezing him for all she's worth was just another strange occurrence in a strange world. She finished sucking Phillip just as the rap came on the limo window. "It's okay. It's just the driver." Phillip told Tammy as she adjusted her tank top to conceal her tiny breasts. He reached inside his billfold and handed her a hundred dollar bill. "Here," he said, "Here's a tip for you. You were perfect!" Tammy scurried out of the car, and back to her life of strange men with strange needs. She never looked back. After she was gone, and Phillip had returned his now much limper cock to the safety of his trousers, Jeffery lowered the partition between the two men. "Did you follow Kristi?" Phillip asked. "Yes sir," Jeffery replied. "She told me to tell you that she would be on in..." Jeffery looked at his watch, "in about thirty minutes and that she was using the name 'Nicole' and that she was very sorry about the bracelet." Jeffery was proud of himself. He was sure he remembered everything Kristi had said, even though none of it made any sense to him. "Why don't we go in now, then," Phillip suggested. "You want me to go in there with you, sir?" Jeff was surprised. He had taken people everywhere in New York, but when they got to where they were going, very seldom did they invite him in. "I'm wouldn't have you miss this for the world. And neither would Nicole, I'm sure." Phillip was surprised at the amount of people who were already in the theater. There were at least fifty men milling around the isles, and at least that many already seated. He and Jeffery found two seats in the third row and sat down. As Phillip looked around the theater, he was mildly shocked to see the caliber of the customers. They were not the seedy greasy types that he had expected. Instead, he found that for the most part, they were well- dressed middle class New Yorkers. he was even more surprised to see that several of the men had women with them. Even so, the sexual tension in the air was thick enough to slice for toast. Jeffery leaned over and asked Phillip, "Just exactly what kind of theater is this. I mean, this is a porno movie house, isn't it?" "Sort of," answered Phillip. " "I don't follow you, sir." Jeffery was confused now. He had wondered why Kristi had come in here to begin with, and now, after finding out what kind of place this was, well, none of this made any sense to him. Unless... No, that was ridiculous! He was about to ask Phillip another question when the lights started to dim. A man in a white tuxedo walked unto the stage with a microphone in his hand. "Welcome to the Saturday Night Amateur Contest at the Silken Garter Theater. As many of you know, each Saturday night, the Silken Garter turns its stage over to a bevy of beautiful women and a gang of great gents. Each couple is allowed twenty minutes to entertain you. During that time you will see them touch each other, they will remove each other's clothes, and they will fondle, suckle and perhaps, if they don't lose their nerve, or their ability, you may even see them fuck. Now please understand that these are not professional actors. These people are merely on this stage to compete with each other for the two hundred dollar cash prize. If they do something you like, cheer them on. If they lose their nerve and run off the stage, well, we can't all be winners, can we?" The MC seemed bored with what he was saying. Then he continued. "Now, without further delay, let me present our first contestants. From California, the land of fruit and nuts, comes Vicki and her friend, Jake. Let's give a big Silken Garter welcome, for Vicki and Jake!" The lights on the stage went out for a moment and then the curtain opened. Phillip watched as the first couple entered the stage and took a bow. Vicki was a nice looking woman in her early 20's. She had blonde hair and a nice figure. There was nothing exceptional about her and if Phillip had seen her on the street, he certainly wouldn't have pegged her for a sex star. Her partner, Jake, was also a nice looking young man. He looked like he might have been about 30, maybe a bit younger. They were obviously nervous and their movements were stiff and unconvincing. The pair began to undress each other and when they were naked, Vicki reached for Jake's cock. She seemed to be trying to unscrew it from his body, and after a few minutes of this hand to cock combat, the audience grew impatient. "Put it in your mouth, bitch!" Someone screamed from the back of the theater. "Make her eat your dick!" Someone else hollered. "Get off the stage if you're not going to fuck him," still a third voice yelled. Vicki started to cry, grabbed her clothes and ran off the stage, obviously embarrassed that she had failed to be wanton enough for this crowd. Jake was a little cooler. He gathered his garments and walked off the platform with a bit more dignity. After all, his walk seemed to say, it wasn't his fault the girl had failed to perform. He had been more than ready for her. His cock had been hard and willing. The announcer bounced back into the spotlight and picked up where he'd left off before. "Well, let's give a big hand to Vicki and Jake. They weren't the hottest I've ever seen, but what the hell, they tried. Let's give them a big hand. The theater was silent. Talk about a tough audience. Phillip was having doubts about this whole thing when the something the announcer said caught his ear. "Now, from right here in little ole New York, comes Nicole and her African lover, Trinidad! Let's give them a big welcome as they come to you with sex on their minds." Once again the theater darkened. This time when the lights came back on, standing on the stage next to the biggest black man Phillip had ever seen, was Kristi. She was wearing only the green corset and panties he'd given her to wear tonight. Even in her high heels, she only came half-way up the black man's chest. Her partner, Trinidad was wearing a white headband, no shirt, and a tight pair of white pants. With every breath he took, his huge hairy chest would heave outward and outline the ripple of his pectoral muscles. His arms were as big around as Kristi's thighs, and if the snugness of his pants were any indication, his arms weren't the only part of his anatomy that was thick and bulging. Kristi took her hand and slid it across the front of his white pants while the entire theater watched. She had seen the first couple and wasn't about to make the same mistakes. She threw herself into the part instantly! As her left hand fondled the big man's cock through his pants, her right hand was raking his chest with her painted red nails. She took his nipples between her fingers and while she twirled them and pinched them, they became visible hard and when she put her lips on them, leaving behind the wet, glistening evidence of her mouth, the crowd was hooked. Kristi began to unzip her black lover's pants. As the zipper opened, you could hear a pin drop in the theater. Her small white hand disappeared into his pants and when it came out again, seconds later, it held the base of his cock. The rest of his twelve inch tool was swaying in front of him like an elephant's trunk. Kristi dropped to her knees and began to lick and suckle his dick right on the stage. The large man undid his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his pants. Without letting his cock fall from her mouth, Kristi pulled and tugged his form fitting pants off his ass and down his legs. He stepped out of the pile of cloth at his feet and still without breaking contact with her mouth, he kicked his pants off to the side of the stage. Kristi was sitting now on the floor of the stage facing the audience. The black man was standing over her, also facing the audience, his big dark cock draped over the white woman's forehead and across her face, into her mouth. He bent forward, and for the first time that night, gave relief to Kristi's tender nipples. Freeing them from within the confines of the green corset, he rubbed and pulled her perfect bullet nipples for the entire room to see. His massive black hands were capable of completely covering her round soft tits, and as they traveled across that silky soft expanse of breasts, it was obvious that Kristi was getting very hot. The big man reached down and jerked the white whore from his cock. She had been sucking him like a tick on a blue hound, but he wanted more than that from her. His 12" dick was going to split this white bitch in two. He pulled her to her feet, and with one hand, rippled her panties from her crotch. Kristi almost came right then and there, but she wanted to wait as much as her black stud had wanted to. The coolness of the theater air rushed against her pussy, and the sensation, coupled with the knowledge that her husband was somewhere in the audience watching his wife act like a slut, was almost enough to send her into spasms. The audience was going wild! Men were screaming to the black man. "Fuck her!" yelled one. "Fuck that white bitch!" screamed another. "Stick that big black cock into her pink pussy!" This one from a white woman seated two chairs to the right of Phillip. Stick it in her!" yelled Phillip, himself. He was a little surprised that he had yelled that out. So was Jeffery. Holding Kristi with his right arm, the black man reached up and undid his headband. In a move so quick, that most of the audience missed the maneuver, Trinidad pulled Kristi's hands behind her back and tied them together. She couldn't stop the big black man now if she wanted to. And she sure as hell didn't want to. The African pushed his white whore down to the cushions thated the stage. With one hand, he grabbed he left ankle and jerked her to the very edge of the stage. He then pulled her upright, as if she was standing on her head. With her arms tied behind her back, there was no defensive move Kristi could make. She had surrendered her fate to this monster and now could only wait to see what he would do to her next. She didn't have long to wait. Grabbing her other ankle, he lifted her off the stage. His arms were straight up in the air, and her body dangled in front of him, like so much meat. He was holding her high enough for her pussy to be right in front of his mouth. His dick was poking her in the chin as she dangled there in thin air. Her black master just laughed as she bobbed her head, trying to reach his cock. The bitch wanted black meat in her and she was about to get her fill. His long pink tongue licked the moist slit of her pussy in a long exaggerated slurp. The crowd cheered! All over the theater men had pulled their peckers out of their pants and were stroking their own dicks, and in many cases, someone else's. There was no mistake; what was going on right now on that stage was the real thing. The huge black man was about to rape the white whore, and every man in the theater couldn't wait to see her get fucked. Every single man. Phillip included. A chant started in the back of the theater and moved forward. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" It spread throughout the audience by now. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" It even spread to the third row of spectators and every man on that third row joined in. All were rubbing their cocks, some through their pants, some with their cocks exposed. Some, like Jeffery had taken their dicks out and were masturbating right in their seats. "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!" They were all calling for Kristi's immediate fucking. And while he was chanting, Phillip knew that more than anything, his wife was about to have the orgasm of her life. And this African was going to give it to her! While he watched. While they all watched. The Black took his captive and dropped her on the bed that was in the center of the stage. Her head was hanging over the edge of the bed, her hands still tied behind her back and she was laying on them now. Seeing the audience from this position made Kristi realize how helpless she really was. The black stud pulled her legs up and apart and for just a moment he looked down on the rich white bitch that had thought it "might be nice" to fuck a black dude on stage, and then, with single minded purpose, he stabbed her between her widely spread legs with his iron hard dick. In one thrust, he rammed his 12" cock straight up her pussy. In front of a hundred men and a dozen women she'd never seen before, Kristi was forced not only to accept this rough fuck, but she was forced to surrender total control of her body to this stranger, this African rapist who now forced the ultimate humiliation on her. He made her come in front of this entire audience as he pumped his white cream into her cunt until it overflowed unto the mattress beneath her. Kristi had the fuck of her life. And her husband had watched it all. That was all she could think of. That, and wanting to go home! Her black master had other ideas. Pulling his wet dark cunt from deep within her steaming cunt, he grabbed her ankles again and this time twirled her around on the bed so that her dripping pussy now faced the audience. The black man's cock was still rock hard, and it pointed toward the crowd when he walked forward and said, "Anybody out there want to clean this bitch up?" Phillip couldn't believe it. His wife was laying semi- naked on a bed, her arms bound behind her back, in the center of a stage with a black man's come dripping from between her open legs while a hundred pairs of eyes were drinking in her whorish behavior. And the African who had just fucked her was now offering her to anyone else who wanted to have her. Phillip started to stand. Jeffery grabbed his arm and said, "Let me help you with this, sir." With that he bounded up the aisle and unto the stage. His dick was still dangling between his legs, and he obviously had only one purpose at that moment. Trinidad stood aside as the limo driver knelt down and placed his mouth over Kristi's pussy, licking her inside and out. Kristi didn't know who was licking her clit. She heard the black man ask for a volunteer from the audience and she could see the African standing at the side of the bed. Whoever was eating her pussy was an expert. She was too tired and too fucked out to lift her head and watch. Phillip stared with disbelief as Jeffery ran his tongue in and out Kristi's cunt. The crowd was wild! Almost an hour had passed since the announcer introduced the African and Kristi, and now, the entire audience was caught up in the sexual frenzy. All caused by his wife. He looked around the theater. Almost every person there was involved in some form of sexual release. Those that weren't stroking their own dicks, were sucking someone else's. Every woman in the place had at least one dick in their mouth, and one in each hand. Even Phillip had his dick out and was pumping it as he watched Jeffery work his tongue in and out of Kristi's creamy pussy. As Phillip watched, Jeffery took his tongue out of Kristi's cunt and replaced it with his dick. At that point, it didn't matter to Jeffery if he ever worked for Phillip again. All that did matter was that his dick was hard and meant to fuck Kristi for all he was worth. What a hot piece of ass! As he was pumping into her pussy, all Jeffery could think of was how hot Kristi was. Her cunt was burning his dick and he couldn't get enough. It didn't matter to him that the room was a beehive of sexual activity. It didn't even matter to him that someone was licking his ass and fingering his asshole while he fucked Kristi on the stage. And it didn't matter that that someone was Phillip! Part II Kristi finished her bath and decided that today would be a perfect day to soak in a little sun. Wrapping herself in her black lace robe, she went out to the pool and decided that what she needed was an overall tan. Dropping the robe to the ground, she stretched out, face down on the lounge recliner and began to enjoy the morning rays. The sun beat down on her round ass and its warmth felt like a dozen warm hands gently caressing her bottom. As she laid there, she began to float down a lazy river of free thoughts and memories. There were men along this river. Big men. Little men. Men with dicks of average size, men with cocks the size of tree limbs. There were men who made love to her and there were men who fucked her. Some made her happy. Some made her sad. The all made her come. The river was green, like the eyes that were Kristi's. The sun was hot. Like the pussy that was Kristi. As she continued to float down the rolling river, she could feel the hands of a thousand men touching her, stroking her, making her convulse against her will. They would put their fingers in her cunt. She'd try to pull away, but her pussy would make her push back. They'd touch her breasts and make her nipples hard as ice, as hot as fire. They'd push her ass cheeks apart and put their fingers in her asshole, in her pussy. And they'd part her lips with their cocks. One after another, she would open her lips, push her tongue to the side and suck their cocks deep into her throat, sucking them until they gave up their hot seed into her mouth, until she could feel them spend themselves in her throat, pulsing and contracting and as soon as one was finished, another began until all the dicks in the world seemed to be waiting their turn to come in Kristi's cunt. She was a whore, and the world was waiting its turn. So many cocks. She would never find enough time. Never! "Mrs. Renyolds." Kristi heard one of the men calling her name. "Mrs. Renyolds. Are you okay?" The voice called to her again. "Mrs. Renyolds. Can you hear me?" The voice was closer now. Suddenly Kristi realized that it was not a voice from the dream river. It was a voice of a very real person. She opened her eyes. He couldn't have been over sixteen at best. It took a few seconds, but Kristi was able to put together the hot bath, the valiums, the warmth of the sun and her frantic weekend. She had fallen into a very deep sleep. And now she was awake. Everything was alright. She was on her chaise lounge, it was Monday, and this divine little boy was the delivery boy from Tony's. He had brought the things she'd ordered. And when she started to get up, she realized she was naked! Reaching for the robe she had dropped on the concrete, Kristi acted like this was the most normal thing in the world. She thought about asking this young man just what he meant standing there looking at her like that, but she knew it wasn't his fault. He was delivering her groceries. But she wondered how long he had stood there before saying anything. How long he spent looking at her smooth ass, her firm thighs, her naked back. Had he walked to the bottom of the lounge and tried to see her pussy from between her legs? Had he perhaps touched himself while he had watched her sleep, naked and defenseless? Maybe he had taken his little boy penie weenie out of his pants while he was watching her. Maybe his little boy cock had gotten hard right there on her patio and maybe he had stroked his dick while he imagined what it would be like to touch a woman like her. Maybe he had touched her! That would be just like a boy like this to reach out and touch a naked woman as she lay sleeping in the privacy of her own back yard. Had he been content to just look? Or did he lightly touch her ass, the ass that had been naked and defenseless to his gaze. Maybe touching her ass hadn't been enough for him. Maybe he had slid his hand down her ass and had felt her pussy while she slept. Maybe, in her sleep, feeling his hand snaking its way into her pussy, maybe she had opened her legs just a bit. A very natural reaction. Maybe she had opened her legs just a little and maybe he had thought that she was opening them for him. He was so young! He had probably not had a great deal of experience at this sort of thing. Maybe when her legs opened just a little, maybe he had slid a finger into her pussy. Maybe this boy had run his middle finger all the way up her cunt, and when he had, she had probably gotten moist between her legs. Maybe she had been dreaming at that very moment about Phillip or maybe about the African, and maybe because of her dream, maybe she had gotten more than a little moist down there. Maybe she had gotten wet there. Gotten very, very, wet there. Maybe when he slid his hand into her pussy, she had gotten wet and started to react to his hand. Perhaps while his hand was in her cunt, and she was so wet, maybe she had started to fuck his hand and when she did, maybe he thought she was awake and he fingered her harder and faster and deeper and maybe, while he was doing all that to her, maybe, it was possible, maybe she had come on his hand. It was possible, she supposed, that she had come on his hand at the precise same moment that he had brought himself to a climax and maybe no he thought that she was never asleep, but that she was just a slut. A slut that enjoyed turning on young boys by letting them come on her naked bottom while they finger fucked her to a screaming orgasm. She pulled the robe around her and fastened the belt. It was a beautiful robe, delicately made of Irish lace. Black lace that showed her pink skin through the holes in the lace. Black lace that covered her body, except for all the places that could be seen through. Protected her fro the prying eyes of a world full of men who wanted to see her naked. They couldn't see much through this robe. Only a little piece of skin here and there. A nipple perhaps. A small patch of pussy. It was better, Kristi thought, then being naked! "I'm sorry to wake you ma'am, but I'm from Tony's Market and I needed you to sign the ticket. I put the groceries in the kitchen for you, and I started to leave, but I was afraid that maybe something was wrong with you, and when you didn't answer me I was afraid maybe you was sick, or something. I really am sor..." "It's alright. I needed to get up anyway. I guess I was just in a deep sleep. I really should apologize to you. I don't usually lay around the house naked like that. I hope I didn't upset you." Kristi was starting to warm up to this young boy. "At any rate, all's well that ends well, and I'd say this was a nice ending, wouldn't you?" The boy was in a trance. He could see right through the robe Mrs. Renyolds was wearing! She must not have realized her nipples came right through the holes in the lace. He was trying not to stare. But shit, he could see her pussy. This bitch was hot! "Well, if you'll just sign this, I'll be going. I've got other stops to make." He was nervous and Kristi could tell that her first thoughts about this lad when she awoke couldn't have been further from the truth. He was just a boy, and if either of them had anything to gear, it was not her. "Of course. I'm going to put you tip on the ticket. You tell Tony I said that you were a very polite young man. And you don't tell him you caught me naked and we'll stay friends for a long time." She said this last remark with a twinkle in her eyes. There was no doubt in her mind that a shy young boy like this would not have the nerve to tell anyone about any of this. The more Kristi thought about it, the more she was tempted to instill herself in this youngster's mind as a life time memory. But he was so young, and besides, she had to prepare supper. She watched his cute little ass as he walked out the garden gate, and found herself getting horny again. Thank goodness that Phillip would be home soon. She sat back down on the chaise lounge. When she did, she sat on a small puddle of something warm and sticky. Kristi caught some on the tip of her finger, and even before she put it in her mouth, she knew what it was. Part III Sandy buzzed Phillip's office and waited for him to respond. When he didn't answer, she didn't buzz again. After four years working for him, she was aware of his habits and knew that when he didn't answer, it was because something more important had his attention. And the only thing more important to Phillip than business, was pussy. She buzzed Diane's office. No Answer. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on in Phillip's office. Or who it was going on with! If he was doing what she thought he was doing, she was going to have a very busy afternoon. Diane's specialty was blow jobs. According t the office gossip, she could suck a cock with the same casualness that a secretary would like a stamp. She did not, however, like fucking. In fact, to her knowledge, the only person in the company that had fucked Diane was Phillip. The interesting part about this was that when Diane was fucked by Phillip, she would only let him come once. That just wasn't enough for a man like him, and on those occasion, Sandy was called in to serve as a relief fucker. It was a double header for her, because while Phillip wasn't satisfied with just one fuck, Diane wasn't satisfied at all. So after she'd finish Phillip off, she'd go to Diane's office and satisfy her. Neither of them knew that she was servicing the other, and the arrangement turned out to be a very fulfilling one. Sandy got to fuck the man she loved, and then eat out the pussy she had learned to crave. Sandy went into the bathroom to get ready for what she knew would become a very demanding afternoon. Taking off her bra, she looked at her breasts in the full length mirror Phillip had installed in her private bath. She squeezed the nipples, and applied a little rouge to them. Phillip loved her breasts. He said they were exactly the right size for his hands and mouth. He'd always told her that if her husband didn't fall asleep with one of her tits in his mouth at night, he was a grade A idiot! He really did seem to like them. If he was having a really bad day, sometimes he would call her into his office and just say. "What a rotten day." That was her cue to open her blouse and just let him look at her tits. It always seemed to brighten his outlook. After she removed her bra, she put her blouse back on and went back into her outer office to wait for his call. She heard the door to his private entrance close, and knew she would be needed in the next few minutes. The intercom buzzed sooner than she expected. "Sandy, could you step in here a moment, please." It was Diane calling her, not Phillip. "Sure thing, Diane. Be right in." She called Phillip's extension. "Phillip, Diane needs me for something. I'll be back in a minute." "Okay. When you finish doing what she needs, could you please come in here?" "Sure thing. It won't take too long. I think she has a piece of dictation for me. Be to you in about five..." Alright! A double header! Sandy would have creamed in her panties, if she'd been wearing any. As she walked into Diane's office, the tall redhead was sitting on the corner of her desk. There was no mistaking her manner. She was a woman who needed a job done, and she needed it done right. Sandy closed the door and started to lock it. "Don't lock it. I like the excitement of knowing that anyone can walk in here while you've got your tongue in my pussy." Diane stood up and merely hiked her skirt up around her waist. She didn't have any panties or hose on. "We don't have a lot of time. Eat me now!" Diane rasped. Sandy walked over to Diane, and gently pushed her back on the desk. Diane allowed herself to be lowered back on her elbows by the short blonde. Sandy bent forward and placed her lips directly on Diane's hot pussy. Diane never allowed her cunt to be obstructed with hair, and when she was wet, her entire pubic area was slick and glistening. Sandy had eaten many pussies in the last four years. She had eaten them late at night, and early in the morning. She'd eaten them for hours at a time, and had eaten them in short bursts of passion. She'd eaten pussies in the conventional places, such as bedrooms and hotel rooms, and in unlikely locations, such as elevators and parking lots, but of all of them, her favorite was always Diane's. In the beginning, when she had first started to service Diane on a regular basis, she had always referred to her as her own sweet eclair. The first time she had eaten Diane after she had just been bucked by Phillip, Diane told her, "Now I'm you sweet eclair with a creamy filling." There'd been something special about eating out a woman who'd just fucked her boss, especially when she know that the same cock which left its traces in this woman was about to be in her own pussy within minutes. Sandy never understood why, but whenever she ate Diane, she always started to come the minute Diane let out her first moan and didn't stop coming until Diane did. Today was no exception. Diane was propped up on her elbows, her breasts heaving in their blouse, her long auburn hair brushing against the top of the desk, her long legs bowed and spread wide, and Sandy's head was bobbing up and down as her tongue fervently wagged back and forth, removing any traces of Phillip's visit, leaving it its place, the slick warm love juices that Diane was so generously providing to mix with the hot juices in Sandy's mouth. "Oh don't stop, Sandy. Keep you tongue moving in my cunt. Damn, you can eat a pussy. You've got more tongue than most men have dick! Yeah, that's it. Snake it in and out. Oh! Oh! Yeah, bite it. Bite my clit. Oh, yes, baby, suck me clean. Suck that nasty come he left in me. Suck me clean! Diane popped in less than 3 minutes. Sandy licked her lips and very daintily wiped the juices from Diane's pussy off her face. She didn't have a great deal of time. She'd left her desk less than five minutes ago, yet she knew that Phillip needed her and that what was only three minutes on a clock, was an eternity on a hard cock. She would have ordinarily cleaned Diane up, powdered her twat and comforted her as only a woman can. But there was no time for that today. She looked at Diane and said, "Phillip called me right after you did. I'll go see what he wants and if you still need me, I'll come back in after I take care of him." With that, she was gone. Part IV When Sandy entered Phillip's office, she was not the least bit disappointed in what she found. Her boss had not waited for her. When she opened his door, the first thing she saw was Phillip, standing by his window, looking out at the city. She was not surprised to find him naked, but she was surprised to see what he was doing. Even with his back to her, it was obvious that he was jerking off. Closing the door quietly, she moved next to him at the window. She had never seen a man do this before. Her husband said real men never whack off, but then, her husband was an authority on real men. He was one of the original Wham bam, thank you ma'am, boys from way out west! He had no idea of what sex was about, or how many different ways it can be enjoyed. Though they still lived together, and on an irregular basis, he still stuck his dick in her, using her as a receptacle for his lust, Sandy was light years ahead of him when it came to sex. Seeing this strong, virile man stroke his own cock, unashamed to be doing it in her presence, brought on a new wave of respect for Phillip. She put one hand on his upper right arm and just stroked his arm as he handled his own cock. "Talk to me," was all he said. "Do you want me to talk to you about what I think about when I make love to someone else? I'm such a bad girl sometimes. Do you know that sometimes I think about what it would be like if I were forced to fuck someone I didn't know. I think about what it would be like to be tied up and be forced to fuck different men that my husband would bring home. I sometimes think what it would be like if I could tie him up and make him watch as you fuck me. Make him watch as you take that big dick of your and run it in and out of my pussy! Each time you take it out, he'd see my slick love juice coating your big cock, and then I think about him watching as I suck your dick into my mouth, running my tongue over the head of your cock until you come all over my face. "And sometimes I think about typing you down on top of your desk, spread eagle, face down, and I'd coat your asshole with Vaseline, and I'd put different things up your ass. Sometimes I think about putting my finger up your ass, and sometimes I think about putting my tongue there instead! And sometimes I think about telling my husband what a better lover you are then he is, and then calling him and telling him that I've got you all tied down and greased up and telling him to come over and fuck you in he ass with his little dick for all the times you've put that big cock of yours into his wife's pussy." Sandy reached behind Phillip and ran her fingernails ever so lightly over his hairy ass, and with every movement of her nails, he cock was jerking and his hot juice was spilling on his hand and running down to the floor. When he had stopped coming, Sandy knelt down beside him, turned his body toward her and lifted his cock into her mouth, using only her lips and tongue. In little more a minute, Phillip came again in his secretary's mouth. He came like a man who hadn't come in a week. London (another story) I checked the address on the card one more time. My friend in New York had given it to me, and told me that if I wanted to buy something different, something beyond the normal sexy dresses I liked my wife to wear, that I should be sure to stop at this address when in London. But the place at which the cab was stopped looked small and shoddy. It had a sign over the door, "Roxanne's," but there were no windows, no displays to attract the passerby. I started not to go in, but decided that I had come this far, a few more minutes wouldn't make any difference. I told the cab to wait. The moment I opened the front door to the shop, I knew my first impression was wrong! I was overwhelmed with a sense of sexual urgency. I could feel it in the air! There was a certain smell, a compelling feeling of lust. I walked further in, seeing no one, I began to look around. My eyes took in the whole one-room store in a panorama of sensual delights. Smells, colors, sounds...sounds? I listened to the music that came over the stores sound system. There was a beat, a jungle beat, and just under what one would normally listen to, I could make out the sounds of passion, of two people locked in a heated fuck, the guttural grunting, the squeaking of bed springs, the short, hard breathes one takes when sawing in and out of a wild pussy! "May I help you, sir?" I was ripped out of my reverie by the voice of a very proper sounding English woman. I turned to look into the cool blue eyes of the salesgirl. She looked so...I hate to say it, but she looked so pure, so virginal! I was taken back by the rush of feelings this woman was eliciting from me. I at once wanted to tell her that I was looking for a gift for my wife, and at the same time, I wanted to tell this woman, this fantasy person, that she could help me a great deal. She could help me by sucking my cock. She could help me by showing me her breasts! Yes, she could help me, but I couldn't find the right way to respond. "May I be of assistance, sir?" She repeated. "Oh, yes. Sorry, I was preoccupied for a moment. Yes, I'm looking for a gift. For my wife. She's in America, and I'm going home tonight. A friend of mine told me about your store. He said you had "unusually erotic" items." "We do enjoy that reputation. Now then, what did you have in mind?" "I'm not sure. What do you suggest?" "Well, tell me about your wife." Where to start? Kristi defies description. I wanted to say that, but instead I replied with a standard answer. "She's very attractive. Red hair, shoulder length. 5'6" and weighs 115 pounds. Her measurements are 38-22-36." I wanted to add that her firm breasts require no bra, her shapely ass gives me a constant erection, and the shape of her mouth invites a man's dick to explore it. But I didn't say those things. "And does she wear tailored, or fluffy, or sexy, or what? What's her favorite color? What's her best feature?" "That's a lot of difficult questions," I replied. I wanted to tell her that Kristi can wear anything, anything or nothing, and be the sexiest woman in Texas. I've seen her dressed in a strict conservative business suit, her hair pulled back severely in a bun, and her heaving breasts constrained under a tweed jacket, yet look exquisitely sensual, because I knew that under that austere costume, she wore a garter belt, stocking, crotchless panties, and a bra with the nipple holes cut out! That was the day she closed a deal for a 6.5 million dollar office building. That was also the day she followed me into the men's room in the lobby of that same building, and sucked my cock in the middle of the room, not caring who might come in to the unlocked room, not caring who would see her on her knees with my dick disappearing in and out of her mouth! But I've also seen her in demure, feminine clothing. Things you might expect any southern housewife to wear to the store, shopping for groceries. I've seen her wearing a simple cotton dress, but I alone knew that there was nothing on under it! Not a bra, not a pair of panties...nothing! And when we were in the grocery store, she bent down to pick up a can from the bottom shelf, and in one deft movement, scooped up the hem of the dress, and revealed to me, and any other lucky shopper who was on that isle, her luscious ass and creamy legs. And she held that pose until I reached over and stroked her ass cheeks, running my hand down, and under, over the globes of hot flesh, and pushed my finger into her wet pussy. I worked my finger in and out of her cunt, listening to her moan softly, unconcerned over who might see this, perhaps getting hotter and hotter at the thought that someone might, until she shivered with an orgasm, coming on my hand, in the middle of Isle 9. But she can wear sexy also! And when Kristi wears sexy, she wears it like no other woman can! She is a woman who is totally aware of her sexuality. I thought back to the night we went to our first adult theater. It had been at her urging that we went. She wanted to see what they were like, what the men were like who went to them. And she'd dressed for the occasion. High heels, shoes that cried out, "Fuck me, fuck me!", with every step! And black hose, hose with a design on the back, going straight up the back of her legs, until they connected with her garter belt, a back and red belt which left about six inches of taunt firm flesh exposed between the stocking top and her pussy. Her pussy was framed by the belt, and not incumbered by any panties. She had no bra and that was obvious by the way her "bullet" nipples pushed against the thin, almost transparent fabric of her short dress, a dress that was deliberately a size too small for her, a dress that fought valiantly to contain her hot steamy figure. And on that night, I watched that dress be lifted over her pussy each time a man came by and knelt in front of her. I watched her legs part as at least six men stopped, knelt, and sucked her cunt until she came. And I watched half a dozen men spill their seed on that dress as she sucked each man to a mind blowing orgasm after he had ministered to her hot cunt! And as to the question of color, well, any color looks good on Kristi. Black, red, blue, green, beige, white...nude! Any color at all. I thought about her best feature. Surely her breasts! They are so large and firm, so ripe, so creamy. And her nipples! They jut out a full half inch from the breast, hard, pink, poking at my chest when she kisses me, or my legs when she sucks my cock! I cannot ignore her legs. They are perfect, firm, strong. I have seen them close together as we dance slowly in a darkened bar, and I've seen them splayed wide open, her private parts visible to a dozen men as they watch her display her talents using her own hand, her own long red tipped fingers to bring herself to orgasm as the strangers look on. And her Pussy! What an organ! I have never had my cock trapped in a cunt as tight or as controlling as hers. She has exercised it daily for years! She can grip my dick and use her cunt muscles to milk it like a series of fingers rolling up and down its length. Whenever I fuck her, her pussy literally sucks me deeper and deeper until in frustration I spill my cum in her, overwhelmed at the intensity of her pussy, yet frustrated that I cannot put more hard cock into her! And not only me, but every man who has fucked my wife tells me the same thing. Her cunt is beyond comparison. Unless you compare it to her mouth! Her lips! Her soft, hot, wet lips! They are fashioned and made for one purpose, to suck a hard dick. Her thin tongue, she can tie a knot in a cherry stem without using her hands, only her tongue and mouth. She is so small, yet I have seen cocks, some as long as ten or eleven inches, literally disappear in her mouth, down her throat! I am at a loss to understand where they go when she sucks men's cocks. And while she sucks a man to the point of no return, while his dick is lost in her mouth, her fingers will gently pull at his balls, raking her nails over the smooth crinkly sack that holds his testicles. And when a man starts to come in her throat, and if he tries to pull out, to save some come to fuck her with, she tightens her grip on his balls, forcing him back deeper in her mouth. She swallows all their cum. Only then will she allow him to withdraw, to pull back his soft, boy-like dick, empty now, devoid of any jism, except that last little drop which she will catch on the tip of her tongue, savoring the taste of, and holding it there until she reaches up to me, kisses my lips, and slides her tongue into my mouth, for me to taste, for me to know she's sucked another man dry in front of me! All these thoughts came over me as I tried to think of answers to the questions this young woman was asking about my wife. And all these things made my cock so rock hard, I knew that this young woman could sense my excitement! "She is a woman who can wear anything, any color, and any style and look good," was all I answered. "And is she kinky?" the salesgirl asked, asked with the same inflection one would use to ask, "and will you want rice with that?" "Is she kinky?" I replied. "Yes. Is she into any form of play. You know, S & M, B & D? Anything like that?" I was taken back by the question, and by the explanation. Yes, Kristi is kinky. If kinky is liking to be fucked in public, liking to suck a cock in front of me, her husband of nine years, liking to be made to act like a whore, liking to be told she is a whore, that only whore's would do the things she does...yes, she is kinky. I remembered the time she gave me the diamond studded cock ring, the ring with the locking snap, with the protruding spikes which dug into my cock each time I became aroused. She wore the key to that ring around her neck the night she gave it to me, the night she snapped in on me in the restaurant, under the table. Then she proceed to give me a night of excitement which kept my dick in a state of raging erection, hence, raging pain, pain mixed with pleasure. And as I'd watch her suck off a stranger that night, as she'd flash her pussy at a man she'd just met, as she'd lick and suck his dick into her mouth, she'd look at me, lift the key from around her neck and rub it over the other man's cock! And the pain mixed with pleasure held my cock prisoner that whole night, and when she finally turned her mouth toward me, took my dick into her hand, into her mouth, as she sucked me to the point that I was sure my cock would be severed by the ring, she fitted the key into the snap, and released my dick. And as soon as it was free of the cock ring, she swallowed those last few inches of hard meat into her mouth, bathing the soreness and cuts with her tongue, and as if she'd released a dam, my come started to fill her mouth, and she swallowed as much and as fast as she could, catching the rest in her hand. When I had stopped coming, and my dick was beginning to soften, I looked at her, her hand still filled with the come from my cock. She brought her hand to her lips, then stopped, and instead, offered it to me. It was not really an offer, it was a command. "Here," was all she said, but I knew what I had to do. I licked the hand until it held no more come, until it was clean and dry. And all she said was, "That is good, Phillip. I think I'll find a man for you to suck, a man that can give you his juice direct from his cock." I had never sucked a man before, but I knew that before that night was over I would have. And I was right. To answer the girl's question, I replied, "Yes, she has her moments. She's a bit of an exhibitionist, and she likes gentle pain." "I think I have just the thing for you." She reached under the counter and brought out a white box, taking from the package, a simple pair of panties and bra. It was emerald green, satin, and sexy, but certainly nothing I had not seen before. She noticed my disappointment. "These are not as they seem to be. Feel this outer fabric." I did as I was told, and indeed, it felt satin and soft. She pulled a silk scarf from the box, and dragged it over the bra cup. It glided easily and softly. I didn't understand the point of this demonstration. Then the girl took the bra and turned it inside out. She took the same silk scarf and placed it over the now reversed bra. It did not glide any longer. Instead, it pulled and jerked the silk scarf, almost tearing it in the process. "You see, the inside of this bra is made of a different fabric. So too are the panties. On the outside, smooth and silky, on the inside, scratchy and irritating." "I don't understand," I told her. "You see, as your wife wears these, her nipples will be agitated, also, her cunny. She will be constantly stimulated, and soon, that stimulation will become arousal, and after that, passion, and eventually, heat! She'll want to take them off, to be rubbed gently, but she won't know why." "Does that really work?" "Her nipples will be hard as marbles." "In all due respect, ma'am, I have my doubts." This was a challenge the woman could not let go unanswered. Reaching down to the snap on the side of her dress, she quickly opened her own garment to my inspection. And underneath her dress she wore only a bra and panty set, the same design as the one in my hand. She pulled her right breast out of the bra, and I understood. The nipple was hard, extended to what must surely be the point of irritation. She pulled her panties away from her body, and taking my hand, pressed her pussy against it. Her pussy was soaking wet! "I wear them every day," was all she said. She closed her dress, and for a moment I wondered if all that I had seen really happened. There was no trace of passion on this woman's face, nothing in her continence to make me believe I hadn't just imagined the whole episode. Nothing, except the back of my hand, still wet from the sudden contact with this salesgirl's pussy. I bought three sets. I had been in the store less than ten minutes. In that span of time, I had maintained a constant erection, had fantasized about Kristi, and had been treated to a sudden flash and feel from a British sales girl! I cursed my luck that my plane would leave in a few hours, and I'd already checked out of my hotel! This woman was one who would be worth the time it took to seduce. If any time was truly needed. But there's always the next trip, and I knew I'd be back soon. Back for more underwear, and back to fuck this woman. Mostly back to fuck this woman! To any form of play. You know, S & M, B & D? Anything like that?" I was taken back by the question, and by the explanation. Yes, Kristi is kinky. If kinky is liking to be fucked in public, liking to suck a cock in front of me, her husband of nine years, liking to be made to act like a whore, liking to be told she is a whore. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ÉÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍ» º IBM Compatables Only The Exchange Must be eighteen or older º º Node One 1.2 Gigs Node Two º º (305) 928-0461 (305) 491-3598 º º V.32 14400 QUICKCOMM Ft Lauderdale's Best USR HST 14400 º ÈÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍÍͼ ·