Ivy League Sluts	Back to A	Back to main page

Collected by Djian
updated dec 12 2007

Another HarryBerg story | MOB Movies

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 |
Ivy League Sluts
by HarryBerg (HarryBerg01 (at) aol (dot) com)


Chapter 50 Club Napoleon

“How’s your steak, Les” asked Portia? It was Saturday night. Portia and Stacy had invited Monk and Les to dinner at Club Napoleon.
“Fantastic, just the way I like it,” said Les. “We really appreciate you inviting us tonight.”
“Yeah, it was great of you to bring us,” said Monk.
“I thought we all deserved a good meal in interesting surroundings,” said Portia. “It’s been a tough semester.”
“And yours, Monk,” asked Stacy? “How’s the lobster?”
“Terrific, the food here is wonderful. And this place is so fucking cool,” said Monk. “I have always wanted to hang out with CDs. Some of these guys are gorgeous.”
“CDs, transsexuals, transvestites, and transgenders are all represented her tonight,” said Portia looking around the room. “Club Napoleon is the ultimate in chic gender switching.”
“Transgender is when a man goes all the way to a woman, snip, snip,” said Les.
“Not really,” said Portia. “And the terms apply to women as well as men.”
“Okay, genius, how does it all work,” asked Monk looking around the large dining room?
“Don’t call me that. I hate it when you call me that,” said Portia getting angry.
“Well you are one. One hundred seventy five is fifteen points above the genius level,” said Les.
“I know but it makes me feel like a freak. Tonight, I just want to be a normal slut hoping to get a laid. So no more genius shit,” said Portia.
“You two leave Portia alone,” said Stacy. “Or we won’t screw you anymore.”
“Sorry, Portia, my deepest apologies” said Monk. “Please note I always cave under threat of being cut off.”
“Me too, sorry Portia,” said Les. “Where were we on the subject of sex change?”
“Yeah, we came to college to learn and have new experiences but Harvard is neglecting our education when it comes to gender modification,” said Monk.
“A transvestite is a person who dresses and acts in a manner traditionally associated with the opposite sex. In general, transvestism or cross dressing implies the person has not undergone surgery or hormone therapy to physically become the opposite sex,” said Portia. “It’s about clothes, makeup, wigs, etc plus and this is very important, thinking of yourself as a woman and wanting others to consider you female. The psychological component is critical to the cross dresser.”
“Cross dressers are gays trying to attract other men,” said Monk.
“Not true in all cases, there are strictly heterosexual cross dressers. Being dressed as a woman arouses them but their desires are heterosexual,” said Portia. “I know that sounds illogical; but it’s true.”
“You mean that tall broad shouldered lady in the blue dress at the next table would be more interested in your ass than mine,” asked Les in a whisper?
“It’s a possibility. The lady in question is wearing a wedding ring and the other lady who I assume is his wife is wearing one also. But then again they may both be bisexual.”
“Sex and gender can be very confusing,” said Stacy.
“I used to take my sister’s panties out of the laundry hamper, wrap them around my cock and jerk off. Sometimes I’d put them on and watch myself stroking it in the mirror,” said Monk. “Does that make me a cross dresser?”
“I don’t have a sister so I had to use my mother’s panties,” said Les
“No, Monk, it means you cross dressed at one time but you haven’t continued the practice,” said Portia. “As for you, Les, you have incest issues. I don’t think occasionally trying on women’s panties or even hose and heels makes you a CD.”
“All guys fantasize about doing their mom. My mom was still young and pretty when I was going through puberty,” said Les.
“Girls fantasize about their fathers at least I did. I bet you looked darling in your sister’s panty, Monk,” said Stacy.
“Will you let me wear yours when we go in the maze,” asked Les?
“For certain, I’m wearing a thong,” said Stacy. Stacy took out her pen and scribbled a note on a napkin. She quietly signaled the waiter over and handed him the napkin and a twenty-dollar bill.
“Have either of you two ever had sex with a man dressed as a woman,” asked Monk?
“Once but he wasn’t fully dressed,” said Stacy recalling her meeting with the Russos. “He was wearing a blonde wig, make-up, bra stuffed with falsies, garter belt, panty, hose, and high heels.”
“Did it turn you on,” asked Monk?
“No, I almost burst out laughing. He has a lot of body hair and it looked all wrong,” said Stacy. “Good cross dressing requires skill and perseverance.”
“If he had gotten rid of the hair, what would you have thought,” asked Les?
“He would have looked much better,” said Stacy. “But I wouldn’t have considered him a major turn on. What got my engine started was his nine inch cock peeking over the waistband.”
“So did you have sex with him,” asked Monk?
“Of course,” said Stacy.
“How was it,” asked Les?
“Good, he had a very thick instrument that touched all the right places. I believe he was chemically reinforced, as he stayed hard after he blasted a large load in my well-fucked cunt. Furthermore his wife possessed a talented tongue plus some interesting toys,” said Stacy recalling Vera Russo’s dildo collection.
“His wife was there,” asked Monk?
“Yes, she arranged the hookup,” said Stacy.
“I envy you two. Women these days have a much more interesting sex life than men,” said Les.
“Thanks, I thought Stacy and I were making it interesting for you,” said Portia.
“You do make it interesting. Sorry, didn’t mean anything by it. So where were we?” said Les.
“Cross dresser and transvestite are synonyms. While most transvestites are interested in attracting the same gender for homosexual sex, there are strictly heterosexual males who are into woman,” said Stacy.
“So what’s a drag queen,” asked Les.
“A man who dresses in an extremely feminine fashion,” said Portia. “The term drag queen is associated with female impersonators who perform in clubs. They pretend to be Carol Channing or ABBA”
“After a transvestite comes,” asked Monk?
“Transgender, some form of surgery or hormone use is implied. Breast implants are the most common form of transgender surgery,” said Portia. “Male breasts can also be increased with hormone injections.”
“Chicks with dicks, that’s what I hope to meet in the maze,” said Les.
“You probably will. I suspect there are some mighty weapons hidden away under those skirts,” said Stacy.
“When I went to take a whiz, I was standing at the urinal and this CD showed up right beside me. She hiked her skirt up and unlimbered a humongous pecker. Mother was the biggest I’ve ever seen. It had scars on the sides. She peered over at mine and said my Prince Albert looked very nice,” said Les.
“There’s a surgical procedure that will increase your cock size. I suspect there are more than one person in this room with a super-sized cock,” said Stacy wondering if Les had encountered Sir Charles in the restroom.
“So there are men here who go to one surgeon to have big tits implanted so they look more like a girl. Then go to another doctor and have their cock lengthened so they look more like a man. That makes absolutely no sense,” said Monk.
“You’re right but its true,” said Portia.
“Suppose I wanted to become a girl,” asked Les?
“Only three hospitals in the United States will undertake a complete gender change. You have to apply to be accepted into the program. They require a year of psychological counseling to start with. That’s followed by a year of hormone therapy and then you get operated on,” said Portia.
“What kind of operations,” asked Monk?
“Make your Adams Apple less visible, breast implants, and of course, transformation of your genitals,” said Portia.
“How do they go from pole to hole,” asked Les?
“Your scrotum is used to line your vagina. The cock head becomes your clit,” said Portia.
“But you can’t have a baby,” said Monk.
“Of course not,” said Portia.
“Seems unfair,” said Les.
“There’s only so much a surgeon’s scalpel can accomplish,” said Portia.
“So what about women who want to become men,” asked Monk?
“Far less common but there are a class of lesbians called bois that I find interesting,” said Portia.
“A bois is a lesbian,” said Les.
“Bois have their breasts removed,” said Portia. “I think there are several bois sitting at the bar eyeing Stacy.”
“You’re bullshitting me,” said Les. “They cut their tits off.”
“Yes and in certain extreme cases have their vaginas sutured closed and their clits surgically transformed into mini-cocks. I don’t know much about the process but bois express the same sexual attraction toward a female as a man would. I suspect the bois in the pin stripped suit at the end of the bar is fantasizing how she would fuck Stacy like a man even if her equipment isn’t quite up to the task,” said Portia.
“So if I meet a bois in the Maze, she’ll have a flat chest and a clit/dick,” said Monk.
“Yes, and since they are man-phobic, you better turn her over to Stacy quick before she cuts your nuts off,” said Portia.
“You are definitely a bois magnet, Stacy,” said Les.
“Thank you, Les. You say the sweetest things,” said Stacy taking a bite of her dessert.
The six-piece group that entertained at Club Napoleon on weekends was scheduled to start at nine o’clock. At precisely that hour, the leader stepped to the microphone and announced, “We’re going to begin with a special request. Portia and Stacy requested our first offering for Monk and Les. It’s one of my favorites too. The Intruders first released this song in 1970 on their album titled Win Place or Show. ”
The vocalist stepped to the microphone and began to croon, “I’ll Always Love My Mama.”
“Come on. We’re dancing,” said Stacy taking Monk’s hand.

***

“Oh God, oh God, it’s too fucking big, you’re killing me,” whined Monk reacting to Sir Charles AKA Charlize forcing his lubricated cock head past Monk’s sphincter. Monk’s anal ring was screaming in pain. The first two inches of his rectum felt like they were on the verge of bursting. His body was covered in perspiration.
“Just relax, Monk,” said Charlize taking a better grip on Monk’s boyish hips preparatory to achieving further penetration.
Stacy wrapped her arms around Monk pulling him into a passionate kiss hoping to distract him as Charlize pressed inward.
Charlize was wearing a white bustier that forced his man breasts up to a respectable height. His matching heels, hose, and garter belt were the British firm Wofford.
At a quarter to midnight the foursome joined the line awaiting the opening of the Maze. Taking their cue from those around them, they made out heavily stroking each other’s sex. At precisely on the hour, the door opened to reveal a fully equipped dressing room. An attendant assigned them a locker. Anxious to participate, they hurriedly undressed.
“I hope you don’t mind but we agreed to meet some friends inside the Maze,” said Portia. Sir Charles and the others had requested the courtesy of being the first to enjoy Monk and Les’ first visit to the Maze.
“Not a problem,” said Les.
“I just hope someone with big cock fucks my ass,” said Monk.
“I think we can accommodate you,” said Stacy taking his hand as they entered the darkened room. Monk and Stacy encountered Charlize immediately.
“This way,” said Charlize taking them by the hand to lead them to a special room reserved for Sir Charles.
“I’m Charlize,” said Sir Charles taking Monk in his arms and kissing him. Monk’s curiosity encouraged him to reach between Charlize’s legs to feel his manhood.
Monk could only manage, “Wow,” as he hand moved down Charlize’s cock.
“You and Stacy suck me then we’ll make a sandwich,” said Sir Charles taking a seat and spreading his legs.
Charlize pinched and pulled his nipples as Monk and Stacy applied themselves to licking and sucking his privates.
“They’re big as grapefruits,” whispered Monk licking a testicle.
“They’re magnificent,” said Stacy before flattening her tongue and moving her head forward to force the head to enter her throat. Taking a final breath through her nose, she relaxed her neck muscles before moving further. She savored the sensation of having her throat filled, pulsing her neck muscles to massage the column of flesh before reluctantly drawing back to breath.
“You are so talented, Stacy,” said Sir Charles.
Once he was fully erect, Charlize directed Monk to mount Stacy. She took Charlize’s place on the couch, spreading her legs then reaching down to guide Monk’s cock into her.
“All men should be required to have a Prince Albert,” moaned Stacy as she felt the metal pass along the walls of her vagina teasing her G-spot. Stacy wrapped her arms around Monk taking his penis inside her then starting to rhythmically move as he thrust in her.
“Stacy said you have been looking forward to this,” said Charlize applying lubricant to Monk’s anus then using his fingers to work the lubricant into his rectum.
“Take a five count breath to relax,” said Stacy.
Stacy’s G-spot was exploiting the presence of Monk’s Prince Albert hardware as his body tensed. Her arms were fully extended with her hands grasping his buttocks separating them so Charlize would have an unobstructed path to Monk’s anus. Seeking to distract Monk, Stacy dug her fingernails into the soft flesh of his bottom as she contracted her abdomen applying the maximum vaginal pressure to Monk’s cock.
Portia was in an adjacent private alcove. Her pussy contained Les’ cock. It was being forcibly pushed to its maximum depth by the presence of Reynolds’ surgically enhanced penis in his asshole. Poor Les had almost fainted when Reynolds’ slipped his well-lubricated member past his sphincter. Portia was similarly attempting to distract the sodomized youth by activating the many muscles lining the walls of her vagina. The fact that such activation also lead to increasing the contact of her nerve ending with his metal piercings added to her zeal. Portia moaned her pleasure as her sensitive flesh pulsated against the stainless steel globes.
“Want a creampie, Les,” asked Simone showing up from out of the darkness to place her ass in proximity to Portia mouth and her pussy to Les’s? “I got a pussy full from one of the trannies.”
“Give me,” Portia answered lifting her head and passing her tongue over Simone’s slippery hole. Simone contracted her abdomen expelling the fluid directly into Portia’s open mouth.
“Les, I have a second hand snowball for you,” said Portia lifting herself again to press her lips to his. Les parted his lips to accept Portia’s offering. He took a few moments to savor the semen and saliva cocktail then using his tongue he spread it throughout his oral cavity before spitting the residue back in Portia’s open mouth.
“It’s not organic,” said Simone as she moved slightly forward to fill Portia’s mouth again. “I got this from Arlene and she started her hormone therapy a month ago. Can you taste the difference?”
“Not really,” said Portia savoring the deposit of used semen on her taste buds.
“Me neither,” said Les who considered himself something of a connoisseur on the subject of body fluids. Les held to the belief that certain fruits enhanced the flavor of semen or female secretions. He was himself partial to the flavor engendered by strawberries and the locally available, Maine wild blueberries.
“Can you taste the hormones, Simone,” asked Portia after providing Les a second mouthful?
“Not really, it’s a little runny but that could be anything,” said Simone.
“There’s a very slight apricot flavor,” said Les after swallowing.
“One of the specials was a chicken apricot entrée. Did Arlene have it?” asked Portia.
“Don’t know but I did,” said Simone.
“So your vaginal fluids may have contaminated the semen giving it an apricot flavor,” said Les.
“Possibly,” said Simone. “I also had Tammy’s cock in my vagina right before Arlene’s.”
“The only resolution would be to go back to Arlene and collect a fresh jism sample in a clean wine glass for us to sample,” said Les.
“You’re distracting me with your nonsense,” said Reynolds taking a firm grip on Les’ flanks and using them as leverage to force his cock to its maximum depth.
“Oh man, I think you just straightened out my lower intestine,” said Les moaning his warm breath onto Simone’s clit.
“Portia, your young man is a truly excellent cunt lapper,” said Simone enjoying the two tongues pleasuring her sex.
“Portia taught me all I know about eating pussy,” said Les.
“Mine was not your first rug munch by any means,” said Portia.
“No, I started in high school but I did not learn how to lick twat big time until I met Portia,” said Les.
“So she was your mentor,” said Simone enjoying the intense pleasure from the way Les was sucking her clitoris.
“Yes, she declared Monk and I orally challenged the first time we went down on her.”
“So she retrained you,” asked Simone?
“Yes, in the alley behind Dunster Street. Oral sex in a garbage dumpster, even the French have not tried that,” said Les beginning to enjoy the sensation of Reynolds’ cock withdrawing to the point that his anal ring was wrapped around the under lip of the mushroom head before beginning its slow inexorable journey to the depths of his GI tract. “Reynolds, this is the greatest ass fucking I’ve ever had. You cock is traveling to places never before visited.”
“Thank you, Les. You have a nice tight hole and I’m enjoying fucking it,” said Reynolds taking it slow wanting it to last.
“Dibs on the felch,” said Simone.
“Hey, I sucked Arlene’s love juice out of your hole. It’s only fair I get to evacuate Les’,” said Portia.
“You girls can share. I’m sure Reynolds will deposit enough for both of you,” said Les. “Based on the size of his nuts, he’ll deliver at least a pint.”
“I bet the French have tried it,” said Portia getting back to the earlier conversation.
“What,” asked Simone?
“Garbage dumpster sex,” said Portia. “It can be a turn on.”
“What makes it so special,” asked Simone her eyes closed enjoying the two busy tongues?
“It has to be a dumpster behind a restaurant so the smell of rotting food acts as an aphrodisiac,” said Portia.
“And the occasional rat scurrying over your feet keeps you hyper alert,” said Les.
“Rats, I wouldn’t mind but the garbage smell could turn me off,” said Simone reaching back to stick a moistened finger in her butthole. “Has Stacy tried it?”
“Yes, not that she ever needs an aphrodisiac. She can get off thinking about sex,” said Portia. “She’s the only person I’ve ever met who can fantasize her way to an orgasm with her hands tied behind her back.
“And the fact that it’s a semi-public place with winos around pissing in the alley adds to the rush,” said Les.
“Here comes your pint,” said Reynolds picking up his pace slamming himself against Les’ bottom.
“Me too, Reynolds, let’s show these sluts that real men can drop their load together,” said Les sensing the upcoming escape of his semen from their reservoir. “Here comes my synchronized swim team, Portia.”
Reynolds and Les convulsed in a simultaneous orgasm.
“Your cum cocktail is ready, Simone,” said Reynolds leaning back to allow Simone to place her mouth over Les’ still open sphincter. In the dark no one could see her hollow her cheeks but the sound of sucking liquid filled the alcove.
“Nothing like the noise of a young woman sucking fresh jism out of a well fucked butt,” said Les his softening cock slowly withdrawing from Portia’s vagina.
“Get under me, Simone and you can add Les’s teaspoon to Reynolds pint,” said Portia slowly and carefully rising to her knees.
“Hey, I’m good for a couple of tablespoons,” said Les.
“Got it. Blending it with my tongue,” said Simone in a muffled voice once she has allowed Les’s semen to slide out of Portia’s vagina into her mouth.
“Let me have some,” said Portia placing her lips against Simone’s. The two girls swapped their mouthfuls back and forth several times.
“Me too, don’t hog the jism you two,” said Les making it a three-way exchange.
“You young people today love to play with body fluids,” said an amused Reynolds.
“Who are you bullshitting, old man? We’re the same age,” said Simone blowing a jism bubble in the dark.


Chapter 51 The Maze

Stacy, in the mood to explore and sample what the Maze had to offer, took off on her own through the main corridor. She left Monk and Charlize when Francis and Alex arrived. Monk was as he called it, in trannie heaven. He was on his knees sucking one cock while he jerked off the other two.
Stacy moved slowly down the dark corridor pausing to touch whoever happened to be standing in the alcove entrance. She encountered a strong aura of eroticism as she moved from person to person unable to determine whether they were young or old, handsome or grotesquely ugly.
She encountered the paradox of large breasts paired with an oversized cock. The sensation of soft mounds pressing against her back while an erect penis thrust into her vagina struck her as incredibly bizarre and increased her lust.
Her sex grew wet and her nipples so hard they hurt. She felt turned on by the anonymity as unseen strangers manhandled her boobs and inserted their fingers into her orifices. Couples sandwiched her between them and used their tongues, hands and sex to ravish her. She was pushed her to her knees for oral service. After a few minutes they disappeared in the dark.
She had almost reached the end of the corridor when a hand circled her upper arm pulling her firmly inside the alcove.
“Want to play with something different,” asked a soft feminine voice taking Stacy’s hand and placing it on the speaker’s crotch.
“Yes,” said Stacy excited by what she felt. She widened her stance to allow the speaker’s fingers to enter her vagina, moaning with pleasure as two long digits found her G-spot and stroked it. The two melded together as they masturbated one another
“My God, is that your clit,” asked Stacy unable to contain her surprise as her fingers explored the unusual sex organ? It was larger than Stacy’s thumb and sticking straight out like a fully engorged penis.
“Yes, I call it my ‘penoris’ or do you prefer ‘dickis’? My name is Jodie.” “If you like, you can suck it like a cock.”
“I’m Stacy and yes I’d love to,” said Stacy dropping to her knees to take the oversized clit in her mouth.
“That’s right, Stacy. Suck my girl cock. Suck it so hard it hurts,” moaned Jodie as Stacy’s mouth drew the appendage in and created a vacuum in her mouth.
“What did you do to your pussy,” asked Stacy licking down the center between the thick meaty labia.
“Freakish, isn’t it,” asked Jodie?
“Definitely,” said Stacy reaching up to run her hand over Jodie’s completely flat chest? “You also different up top.”
“I had a surgeon in Nuevo Leon remove them,” said Jodie.
“Are those scars,” asked Stacy feeling the twin ridges of jagged flesh on Jodie’s chest. She wished she could actually see them.
“Yes, I had the surgeon suture them in a way that created scar tissue.”
“Scars are just so fucking hot,” said Stacy standing up to pass her tongue over the rough line of flesh then taking the small nipple in her mouth and sucking it. “I love scars. My father is a surgeon. When I was a little girl, I used to sneak into his study and look at his medical books.”
“Were you a naughty little girl who played with your pussy while you looked?” asked Jodie her hand stroking Stacy’s sex.
“Yes, I was naughty. I took my virginity with the pointed end of my hairbrush while staring at a picture of a woman who’d been sewn up after open-heart surgery. I felt awful about it later.”
“Your dad was a doctor,” asked Jodie massaging Stacy’s breast?
“Yes, a surgeon,” said Stacy.
“He give you these for your sweet sixteen,” asked Jodie squeezing both Stacy’s breasts in her strong hands.
“No, they’re real. Big tits run in my mother’s side of the family,” said Stacy rubbing the side of her face along Jodie’s scar tissue.
“Suck on this,” said Jodie putting her fingers in Stacy’s mouth.
“What happened,” asked Stacy realizing the ring finger was missing.
“I was in the Army, helicopter maintenance with the Air Cavalry. I did something stupid and got it caught in a rotor drive. Popped it right off,” said Jodie.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot,” said Stacy flicking her tongue back and for the across the stump of the finger.
“You’re really into scars,” said Jodie.
“Yes, does that make me a terrible person,” asked Stacy?
“Not really, lots of girls got a thing for scars. That’s what happened to me. I wanted the scars more than I wanted boobs. I was a 36C.”
You have such an interesting body. “And what happened here,” asked Stacy capturing Jodie’s thumb-sized clit in the cleft between her index and second finger and giving it a gentle squeeze?
“I had the clitoral hood and most of the connecting tissue removed so it could dangle free like a cute little cock,” said Jodie. “Now I can play with myself like a guy. I also orgasm quicker and stronger.”
“It is getting harder,” said Stacy slowly stroking Jodie’s sex.
“You should try it. I’ll give you the clinic’s name next time I see you. Half of Club Napoleon has been there so you know its safe.”
“I’ll give it some thought,” said Stacy recalling that Portia had shown her a WEB page describing how surgical removal of the clitoral hood greatly enhanced sexual pleasure. “But how did it get to be so large?”
“Saline injections I do myself. I wanted to be big down there and the best way to do that is to inject saline into your clit and labia.”
“You stick a needle into your clit,” asked a disbelieving Stacy who was thoroughly aroused by Jodie?
“Once every four weeks, I sterilize my pussy. A friend helps me. She captures the tip in a forceps and pulls it out as far as it’ll stretch. I use a twenty-gage needle to inject five CCs of sterile saline solution into the base.”
“That must hurt,” said Stacy.
“No pain, not gain, its not so little after that. Next I use a thirty-gage needle to inject fifteen CCs into my labia minor. I do that in two different places, four injections total. I pump four times thirty CCs into the labia major so my outer lips are really huge. The result is the monster pussy you got your hand in,” said Jodie.
“Let’s go down on each other. I’m dying to get my face in between those big cunt lips,” said Stacy.
“I’m a top girl. You take the bottom,” said Jodie turning Stacy to lower her down on the alcove’s single bed.
“Oh Jodie, you’re pussy’s beautiful,” said Stacy as she licked the freakishly sized labia and took the fat dangling clit in her mouth to suck. “Rub your scars against my tits.”

***

A half hour later, Stacy had resumed her sojourn through the dark corridors of the maze. She and Jodie had exchanged email addresses. Jodie promised to introduce her and Portia to a friend who had been badly burned. “Her body is one big skin graft. She’ll meet you as a favor to me.”
Stacy moved slowly along touching and being touched, exchanging kisses and caresses. Often she knelt to suck cock or eat pussy. She found herself making out with a couple that even in the dark she could tell had impressive physiques. The woman’s breasts were as large as Stacy’s and the man’s cock seemed incredibly thick.
“Want to help break in my new pussy. It’s virgin,” asked the woman between kisses?
“I’m going to take her cherry,” said the man. “I’m Dan by the way and this is Karen.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Stacy.”
“You got a hot body I can tell. Want to help me deflower Karen?” asked Dan?
“Club Napoleon doesn’t seem like the kind of place that gets a lot of virgins,” said Stacy her hands moving over their bodies.
“Stick your fingers in my pussy and see for yourself,” said Karen while pushing one of her fingers into Stacy’s vagina.
“Wow, I didn’t expect that,” said Stacy encountering a membrane a half inch inside her opening
“I just got back from Rio where they made me a real woman. I got the surgeon to put a cap on my new hole so I could have the complete experience. Remember when you lost your cherry?”
“Sure, I was in the ninth grade and I stuck the end of my hairbrush in my vagina and gave it a push,” said Stacy.
“Did it hurt,” asked Karen?
“A little, not much,” said Stacy.
“Mine’s made from my scrotum. I had a big set of nuts and they didn’t need all of it to line my new pussy so I had them make me a hymen with the leftovers. I told the Doctor to make it thick so Dan will know what its like to bust a young girl’s cap.”
“What do you want me to do,” asked Stacy excited at the prospect of such a novel experience.
“Eat me while Dan fucks you. Make me cum. Then sit on my face and help him slam his salami in my new hole. I want it to hurt and I want it to bleed. Have you ever eaten man made pussy?”
“No, but I find the idea intriguing,” said Stacy whose one hand was stroking Dan’s fat cock while the other massaged Karen’s surgically created clit.
“Then go ahead and put your mouth on the Twilight Zone,” said Karen lying back on the bed with her legs spread.
For the second time that night, Stacy found herself sucking on an enlarged clit that was the tip of Karen’s cock in a previous gender. Stacy was on her knees between Karen’s legs. Dan had been licking her asshole and pussy to get her ready for his entry.
“Here comes the fat man,” said Dan pushing his cockhead into Stacy.
“You going to love his sausage,” said Karen pushing Stacy’s face into her cunt.
Stacy moaned as her hole was forcibly expanded.
“Oh, I love it,” said Stacy between licks of Karen’s cunt. Stacy found her tongue could easily reach Karen’s membrane.
“Oh yeah, Stacy, lick my cherry. Get it nice and wet for Dan,” said Karen.
Stacy felt eroticised by the bizarreness of the situation. Dan was pounding hard into her pussy as he double fingered her asshole. Her talented and eager tongue brought Karen to a climax and kept her there. Dan honoring his commitment reluctantly withdrew his cock from Stacy’s pussy.
“I’m going to rip you open, baby,” said Dan taking a position between Karen’s legs.
“Do it, motherfucker. Bust my cherry,” said Karen.
Stacy switched her position to where she was straddling Karen facing Dan. Her pussy was directly over Karen’s mouth. Gravity drew the fluids from Stacy’s vagina into Karen’s mouth. Stacy grabbed Karen’s ankles spread them in a wide V as she pulled them back toward her until Karen was bent double.
“Bust it, Dan. Make her scream,” said Stacy to Dan reaching out to take his cock in her hand and position it at Karen’s entrance.
“Yeah, rip that pussy open,” said Dan forcefully thrusting his hips forward to bring his cockhead in contact with Karen’s hymen.
“Do it motherfucker. Rape my virgin cunt,” said Karen.
Stacy prepared to smother Karen’s scream with her pussy. “Now, Dan,” yelled Stacy.
Dan slammed his thick cock into the untried hole. His expression turned to pain as his cock impacted the thick layer of flesh. It stretched but didn’t break. Dan’s cock bent double with the impact.
“Fuck, couldn’t get through,” said Dan holding his cock and in some pain. “Bent my fucking dick.”
“Shit, that hurt like all hell. Take it easy. You almost killed me,” said Karen when Stacy rose up slightly.
“You said you wanted it to hurt. Try again, Dan. I’ll spread her hole open and tighten it up,” said Stacy using her thumb and fingers to spread Karen’s labia. Stacy put her fore fingers on each side of Karen’s entrance. She pulled hard stretching the opening.
“Christ, you’re pulling my cunt apart. Let’s forget it. I can’t take it,” said Karen starting to sob.
“Shut the fuck up, Karen. You wanted this,” said Dan preparing for another attempt.
Stacy leaned forward to bring her lips to Dan’s. She kissed him so hard she tasted blood. “Split her open, Dan. Make her bleed. Show the cunt what kind of a man you are.”
“Right, bust that cherry,” said Dan intent on taking Karen’s virginity regardless of her pain.
Once more Dan with Stacy’s help positioned his thick penis at Karen’s entrance.
“Now give it everything you got, stud,” said Stacy as she covered Karen’s mouth with her pussy.
Dan recklessly threw his body forward. There was a moment’s hesitation as the hymen stretched, almost held then gave way in an instant. Dan’s cock achieved its maximum depth as Karen twisted and screamed in agony. Stacy’s clamped her wet sex over Karen’s screaming mouth, muffling shrieks of agony that would have brought others running.
Half dozen more brutal thrusts into a sobbing Karen and Dan climaxed.
“Here, let me suck that cherry buster,” said Stacy leaning forward as Dan withdrew. She took his crimson stained cock in her mouth and sucked it clean. Next, she placed her mouth over Karen’s bloody vagina licking and sucking out its mix of blood, semen and glandular secretions.
“Hold her, Dan,” said Stacy taking a position between Karen’s legs. “I’m going to chew out the rest of it.”
“Be still,” said Dan bending Karen’s legs to the point her feet were at her shoulders.
“Don’t let her hurt me, Dan,” pleaded Karen between sobs.
“Shut the fuck up,” said Dan fascinated by Stacy’s actions.
Stacy’s tongue located the shredded remains of Karen’s hymen. She pushed her face into the blood-smeared hole reaching the remands of the torn hymen. Using her teeth she nibbled around the ring of tattered flesh biting and tearing it off as Karen begged her to stop.
Satisfied, she had the remains; she mixed it with the bloody concoction already in her mouth. Carefully, she changed positions so her mouth was directly above Karen’s.
“No,” screamed Karen as Stacy’s fingers pried her mouth open. Stacy allowed gravity to take roughly half of her oral volume into Karen’s opening. In the gloom, the two women looked at one another’s blood stained lips.
“In primitive societies, it was considered good luck for a young girl to drink her virgin blood and consume what remained of her hymen. Chew it up and swallow it,” said Stacy.
“Man, this is so fucking out there,” said Dan watching Karen swallow the shreds of her cherry. “Can I have some, Stacy?”
“Lick the inside of my mouth,” said Stacy bring her lips to Dan’s as she stroked his softening cock. She remained motionless with her mouth wide open as Dan’s tongue gathered the recycled contents of Karen’s hymen. Finished, Dan quickly swallowed then howled like a timber wolf.


Chapter 52 The Arena

“Charlize said the best place to end the evening is the Arena,” said Portia taking Stacy’s hand. By luck, Portia, along with Monk and Les managed to locate Stacy while she was giving head to Melba, a tall black man with breasts larger than Stacy’s and a nine-inch cock that produced a prodigious volume of semen. Stacy was squeezing Melba’s navel orange sized testicles to extract her third mouthful of semen when she noticed her friends watching from the alcove’s entrance.
“That was delicious and incredibly filling, Melba,” said Stacy wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. Moments before, Melba had been pounding his cock into her pussy but at his request, he’d finished in her mouth.
“Strawberries and raspberries are my secret and Maine blueberries but only when they’re fresh and in season, none of that frozen crap. They give it that fruity flavor. And they must be organic. The semen you just swallowed is pesticide free,” said Melba. “I see your friends are waiting for you.”
“Yes, well it was nice fucking you,” said Stacy kissing Melba good-bye.
“My pleasure, did you swallow all my jism or is there just a little bit you can give back,” asked Melba?
“Enough for a taste,” said Stacy slipping into Melba’s arms for a prolonged and deep bout of tongue kissing.
“Have you noticed anything unusual about the semen we’re being asked to swallow,” asked Stacy after she left Melba.
“Yes, it’s the booster drugs they hand out like they were candy,” said Monk matter of factly. “
“What booster drugs,” asked Stacy?
“I forgot the medical name. But Charlize gave us a couple of capsules to make sure your tank is full to overflowing when you’re in the club,” said Monk reaching down to cradle his fully loaded testicles. “At this very moment my balls feel tight enough to burst and I’ve already blown the biggest loads of my life tonight. Here, feel them.”
“That explains it then. Melba produced almost three mouthfuls of semen. A girl could get fat swallowing spunk in this place,” said Stacy fondling Monk’s overripe gonads.
“We’ll go on a diet tomorrow,” said Portia. “But for tonight, I’m going to swallow every hot mouthful that comes my way.”
“Mouthful, comes, isn’t that clever wordplay,” said Monk.
“It wasn’t intended to be,” said Portia.
“According to what I’ve read, semen is not fattening plus it is an excellent source of dietary protein,” said Les.
“There is something called too much of a good thing,” said Stacy. “I feel full and that’s only happened one time before and that was after I sucked off thirty Puerto Ricans.”
“Charlize’s drug not only gives you volume it also replenishes your tank quicker,” said Monk. “As soon as your pecker leaves a docking station, you can feel your nuts starting to fill again. Charlize told us to drink at least three liters of water or we could become seriously dehydrated.”
“And the other drug he gave us keeps you hard so you can cum over and over again. I’ve popped my cork six times so far. I may go blind or have a stroke. If anyone wants another half pint of Monk’s special elixir I can produce on demand.”
“I thought something was strange about you guys tonight,” said Portia. “It must include an aphrodisiac but you two are in serious danger of fucking yourself to death.”
“I don’t know of a better way to die,” said Les.
“It’s not fair. There are no drugs to chemically enhance our performance,” said Stacy in a playful pouting voice.
“Girls don’t need them, especially you two cunts,” said Monk.
“Calling us cunts will not get your asshole licked,” said Portia.
“Sorry, I just meant that you and Stacy have incredible feminine libidos every woman on the planet should envy. You’re both beautiful, super sexed uber femmes who unnatural chemicals might harm in the long run. And that would be an incredible loss to the planet’s sex life. Sure Les and I are having great cock action tonight but we might wake up tomorrow with our nuts crystallized and our stool runny.”
“That was a nice job of sucking up. You’re forgiven provided you lick my asshole first,” said Portia.
“With pleasure,” said Monk patting Portia’s rear. “Butt man Monk is always ready to orally service your backdoor.”
“What’s the Arena all about,” said Les as they approached the door with the illuminated sign reading simply ‘Arena’?
“Do not know but apparently everyone gathers there at the end of the evening to fuck and watch athletic competitions,” said Portia. “They have coffee and after dinner drinks and something called a Venetian dessert buffet that is supposed to be incredible.”
“These gender confused folks sure know how to party,” said Monk as they stepped through the door into the well lighted room.
“Wow, this is really something,” said Portia observing the crowd. There were upwards of fifty nude people eating, chatting, and in some cases fucking. A buffet of coffee, liqueurs, and elaborate desserts was set up on the far wall. A sports ring, currently occupied by two grappling muscular young males was the room’s focal point.
The only clothed person in the room, a tall blonde transsexual in garish make-up, was also in the ring refereeing the competition. Attired in black athletic shoes, fishnet hose, a ridiculously short black knit skirt, and a black and white striped jersey that vaguely resembled that of an NFL line judge, the ring referee was busily breaking the repeated clinches of two kick boxers.
When Stacy reached ringside, she noticed the referee’s uncut cockhead hung down below the skirt’s hem. Equally bizarre was the neckline of the modified that plunged below obviously augmented breasts proudly displayed in a bright red demi bra. Heavily rouged nipples and large areola lent an otherworldly look to the official.
“Did you ever see such a plethora of erections,” asked Portia noting that every cock in the room appeared full erect? “It’s amazing to see how far big pharma has brought society.”
“Or big tits with incredibly long nipples, some are a couple of inches long,” said Les.
“If the Romans had access to the products of the major pharmaceuticals their empire would still be intact,” said Stacy.
“Some of America’s most impressive efforts at reconstructive surgery are also on display. Be proud,” said Portia.
“You could poke your eye out if you’re not careful,” said Monk.
“Let’s try some of the desserts,” said Stacy. “Chocolate and kinky sex are symbiotic.”
“What’s the Arena all about, Simone,” asked Stacy when she found herself standing behind her in the buffet line?
“This is where we step out of the dark maze into the lights and fuck in public, at least most of us do,” said Simone pouring herself and Stacy a cup of coffee. “Watching what’s happening in the ring can be a real turn on.”
“How do you compete,” asked Stacy eyeing the sweat-covered bodies of the two well endowed males grappling nearby.
“Simple really, you go over to that desk and tell Bruce you are available and for what type of competition.
“What do you recommend,” asked Portia?
“I would suggest you and Portia partner up and offer to wrestle any challengers as a tag team,” said Simone. “Monk and Les can do the same.”
“I’m willing if you are,” said Portia. “I won more than my share of girl fights in school.”
Moments later, they had conferred with Bruce, a distinguished looking older gentleman who upon asking their age, height, weight, and ring experience had paired them against two post-ops. Monk and Les also agreed to participate against two pre-ops.
“I don’t know whether I’d prefer to win or lose. The loser gets fucked in the ring while everyone watches,” said Monk after they had signed up.
“Simone said post ops and girls have the option to use a strapon penis,” said Portia. “The lucky two of you are going to get fucked by the real enchilada.”
“Who said we’re going to lose,” said Les.
The foursome along with Simone and Alex found an unoccupied table ringside and settled in to watch the two incredibly handsome young men going at each other with ferocious energy.
“Looks like a grudge match,” said Portia.
“It is,” said Simone. “Wayne and Roger are both in love with Corrine. And now that she has gotten her pussy, they want to marry her.”
“Where’s Corrine,” asked Stacy?
“Over by the buffet, sucking Eduardo’s cock,” said Simone referring to an attractive brunette kneeling before a darkly handsome Latin male giving her all to the task at hand.
“She doesn’t seem particularly interested in what’s happening in the ring,” said Portia.
“She’s not. I was talking to her earlier. Now that she’s had her sex change operation, she intends to fuck around a few years before she settles down,” said Simone. “Corrine says what’s the point of paying over a hundred thousand dollars for a pussy and not enjoying it.”
“I see her point,” said Portia.
“What are the rules of the ring,” asked Monk?
“Three types of competition are allowed: boxing, kick boxing, and wrestling. Mostly it’s just wrestling. Rarely does anyone box and the kick boxing you are watching is mostly likely the only one you’ll see tonight,” said Alex.
“They’re trying to kick each other in the balls,” said Les watching the ring.
“Yes, this is more serious than usual. I bet a hundred on Wayne,” said Alex. “He and Roger have a very interesting side bet going.”
“What is it,” asked Portia watching the two trying to land a knock out blow?
“After the loser gets fucked by the winner, the loser gets placed in that swing over on the far wall,” said Alex pointing toward a contraption suspended from the ceiling.
“What happens then?” asked Monk?
“The winner packs his butthole with vegetable shortening and he gets fist fucked until the club closes,” said Alex. “Ever been fisted?”
“I have. It’s awesome,” said Portia recalling her charity weekend. “You can feel their fist slowly moving up into your intestines. They fisted my pussy also. I still think about it when I get myself off.”
“Portia is our point person on sexual perversions,” said Monk.
“I think it would be an awesome experience to stick your fist and then your forearm inside another person’s ass,” said Stacy.
“You’ll get your chance and from the look of things, damn soon,” said Simone looking to the ring where Wayne had managed to slam the top of his foot into Roger’s testicles. Caught off guard, Roger wrapped both hands around the injured family jewels opening up the rest of this body to Wayne’s attack. The sound of flesh impacting on flesh filled the room as Wayne delivered a powerful one two combination to the jaw that caused Roger’s eyes to roll back into his head as he collapsed to the floor.
“Looks like its over,” said Simone.
When Stacy looked across the room she saw Corrine was mounted on Eduardo’s cock facing him slowly raising and lowering herself not looking toward the stage. His hands were cupping her buttocks supporting her weight. Love is strange thought Stacy.
Wayne’s next move demonstrated a lack of sportsmanship. After the referee raised his arm indicating victory, he pushed the referee aside and took a position over his prostrate opponent.
“Yeah,” said Wayne with a wicked smile on his face. He raised his leg and stomped Roger’s balls into the mat. Roger screamed in agony flopping around on the ring floor like a landed game fish. When he quit moving, Wayne delivered a second heel smash to Roger’s already flattened gonads. Roger screams changed into a high-pitched shriek before he mercifully passed out.
Stacy noted the extreme violence encouraged the crowd to stroke their cocks more vigorously.
“Mass masturbation,” said Portia working her clit.
“Normally that would be frowned upon but under the circumstances, it is understandable. Those two have been pissed at each other for months. Hopefully, this will settle things once and for all,” said Alex his hand slowly moving up and down his well-lotioned member.
“I’m beginning to have second thoughts about getting in the ring,” said Monk eating a Napoleon with one hand while he jerked his cock with another.
“It’s expected your first visit to the club. It would be bad form to refuse. Besides, it won’t be that bad,” said Simone reaching down to stroke Monk’s cock. “No one will flatten your nuts. Wayne and Roger’s match is special.”
They watched as two muscular transsexuals lifted an odd looking fixture into the ring. Constructed of shiny metal tubing and a complicated V-shaped padded seat, it resembled a piece of uncomfortable modern furniture. Portia immediately noticed the two hydraulic cylinders along each side of the device.
The crowd watched intently as the muscle boys lifted a comatose Roger over the V-shaped seat positioning his butt at the top of the V. A cock ring attached to an elastic strap secured his penis to the bottom of the rack. Strapping immobilized his legs and arms.
“Does that thing have a name?” asked Portia?
“It’s called the Rack of Shame. Sir Charles designed and patented it. One way or another, you’ll get to try it before the night is over,” said Simone.
“He’s bent double, like a hairpin,” said Monk noting that once the attendants had firmly strapped Roger in place, his butthole was pointed toward the ceiling and the crown of his head toward the floor.
“What do the hydraulic cylinder’s do,” asked Portia?
“It works like an elliptical trainer at a gym. The hydraulics creates an effortless down stroke that permits you to bury your cock in an orifice as deep as it will go with minimal effort. Then the reverse tales you up and out, effortlessly. Since your own effort is minimized and you can just enjoy your cock, it’s an awesome fuck. Sir Charles is a genius,” said Simone.
“Alex and I occasionally slip down here and use it. It’s deep penetration without getting all hot and sweaty,” said Francis.
“They’re waking him up,” said Simone watching the referee hold a bottle of poppers to Roger’s nose. He jerked awake then looked around in despair, knowing full well what his worst enemy was about to do to him.
“It’s time for Roger to pay the penalty for losing,” announced the referee taking a grip on Roger’s balls and using them to swivel the Rack through a complete rotation. Roger pleaded with the referee to let go of his testicles but that only encouraged him to squeeze the recently smashed gonads harder causing Roger to wail in pain as he spun round.
“His nuts are big as a softball and the color of a Concord grape,” said Portia.
“They are going to be sore tomorrow,” said Stacy.
“The Rack turns slowly as you fuck so everyone gets to see,” said Francis.
“It’s fantastic for fucking someone in the ass,” said Simone. “You really get to pound away.”
“Or the pussy,” asked Portia?
“Yes, although this is mainly an ass fucking crowd,” said Simone.
“Is that what we’ll be in if we lose,” asked Monk?
“Yes, we have twin racks so you’ll both get fucked at the same time. It’s surprisingly comfortable and lightweight. Sir Charles specified titanium tubing and had it built in a local fabrication plant. It’s proven very popular and now all the clubs have them even the one in Paris and you know how NIH the French are,” said Alex.
“NIH,” asked Les.
“Not invented here,” said Alex.
“How does it work,” asked Les?
“Simple really, the loser’s wrists are bound to the front tube at floor level and his ankles to the opposite back tube. They take up the slack so the looser is stretched very tight making his butthole tight too. The asshole points toward the ceiling. An adjustable set of steps allows the winner to stand at the appropriate height to fuck almost down into the loser’s butthole. The hydraulic cylinders provide a smooth motion that raises and lowers the fucker and the fuckee simultaneously. Watch and you’ll see,” said Alex.
“Watch the monitors to get the top view,” said Les pointing to a large display screen driven by a ceiling camera.
The audience watched as Wayne stepped up on the Rack of Shame placing his feet in the pedals. Roger protested loudly when Wayne used his fingers to brutally pull his anus open. Once more smiling for the crowd and with a triumphant look on his face, Wayne allowed a large amount of spit to slowly leave his mouth and fall into Roger’s butthole. The referee graciously added his spit to Wayne’s.
“That’s one more way the winner can humiliate the loser,” said Simone. “I lost the last time I competed. There was spit dripping out of my butthole on the ride home.”
“Now I see the genius of Sir Charles design,” said Portia noting that Wayne was positioned over Roger’s back facing toward his feet.
As Wayne began to fuck Roger’s ass, he reached down to take hold of his swollen balls grasping one testicle in each hand. Roger screamed as Wayne tightened his grip while starting to thrust into Roger’s asshole.
Wayne shouted, “Ride them cowboy” as he leaned back stretching Roger’s sack a good six inches. Roger screamed repeatedly, begging him to stop. Stacy noted that Corrine’s face was buried in Eduardo’s butt crack as she pointedly ignored the entire proceedings.
“He’s holding on by his nuts,” said Monk having serious second thoughts about his participation
“No wonder the loser is screaming,” said Les.
“This is getting me so hot,” said Portia stroking her sex.
“Me too,” said Stacy busily rubbing her clit.
It didn’t take long for Wayne to fill Roger’s hole to overflowing.
“The jism production here is awesome,” said Portia watching the two attendants remove a limp Roger from the Rack and carry him to the sling. Roger was too far-gone to protest as they secured him in a position that maximized access to his sphincter. Wayne followed along carrying a pail of hydrogenated shortening acquired from the club’s kitchen.
“We’re up,” said Stacy listening to Bruce announce that two new members, Stacy and Portia would be engaging in a one fall tag team competition with Leslie and Sarabella.
“I’ll go first,” said Stacy.
Moments before Carrie had introduced the pairs then mumbled half dozen rules no one paid any attention.
“Maybe we should have considered that two operations ago, Leslie and Sarabella were guys not girls,” said Portia.
“They’re our size, roughly,” said Stacy.
“Oh well, losing just means getting fucked by a strapon and we do that all the time,” said Portia.
“Banish negative thoughts. We are not going to lose,” said Stacy as the bell rang.
As Stacy moved to the center of the ring, Leslie displaying cat like speed grabbed her arm by the wrist and twisted it forcing her off balance. Using the outstretched arm for leverage Leslie delivered a solid kick to Stacy’s midsection causing her diaphragm to empty her lungs in an instant. Stacy’s free hand automatically grasped her abdomen as Leslie’s other foot smacked down on the back of her neck.
A hand embedded itself in Stacy’s blonde curls creating a third pain center in her scalp as the out of breath and stunned female was swung back first into the corner where Sarabella waited with clinched fists. Sarabella’s hard fists jarred Stacy’s left kidney then her right before she grabbed hold of Stacy’s wrists.
Stacy had the feeling her shoulder sockets were being dislocated as Sarabella pulled her arms straight back placing her knee on the ring post for leverage. Facing the center of the ring, Stacy, dazed, watched as a smiling Leslie clamped both hands firmly around the base of her left breast.
“This is called a titty twist because it twists your titty,” said Leslie winding her body in one direction then pivoting in the other taking Stacy’s boob through an incredible rotation. The motion recalled the days when a quick tune of the propeller started aircraft engines.
Stacy screamed in agony as she felt what it was like to almost have your breast almost twisted off your body. The tissue at the base of her breast acted like a wrung out dishrag. In spite of the pain, she heard the audience applaud and shout encouragement to Leslie.
“Twist the fucking tit off,” shouted someone.
“Now for the other tit,” said Leslie taking a two handed grip on Stacy’s boob.
“God no,” cried Stacy to no avail.
Stacy could only watch as Leslie repeated her windup before coming almost full circle her hands slipping off the breast only when the circular movement forced it.
Stacy’s scream filled the room as Leslie took a firm double handed grip on the other breast
“I bet that hurt, beautiful,” said a smiling Leslie. “We’ll do them again but in the other direction.”
“She’s a good screamer,” said Sarabella as Leslie repeated her round house rotation of Stacy’s left breast but this time counterclockwise.
The crowd was apparently getting into the action. Stacy heard the audience chanting, “Twisted titty.”
The pain was so great Stacy lost all feeling in both breasts after Leslie finished both breasts. She struggled to free herself from Sarabella’s hold but the knee against the ring post held her tight and she was helpless to stop Leslie from kneeing her repeatedly in the groin.
“Let’s work on these some more,” said Leslie taking Stacy’s nipple in her thumb and forefinger smashing it flat and pulling it out to the point that Stacy thought it was going to rip off. Stacy watched in terror as Leslie other hand came around and overhead to slap her hand free. That proved to be a crowd pleaser evoking loud applause and calls for its repetition.
Stacy could only whimper in pain after she screamed. The injured nipple was at least a half inch normal than usual and beet red.
“You’re having all the fun, Leslie. I want her,” said Sarabella after Leslie had repeated her technique for making Stacy wish her breasts were nipple less.
Stacy watched the referee prevent Portia from coming to her aid. Stacy wondered why he was ignoring the fact she was being held by Sarabella while Leslie demonstrated her in depth knowledge of breast torture.
“She’s all yours,” said Leslie landing a solid punch to Stacy’s abdomen followed by a knee that flattened her clit leaving her helplessly doubled over in agony.
Stacy’s attempt to escape was halted by the simple expedient of grabbing her by the hair and jerking her back into the enemy’s corner.
“Hold the ring ropes,” said Sarabella to her partner. Leslie tugged the top rope down and the bottom up while Sarabella positioned her breasts between them. Stacy looked down in horror when she realized her boobs were tightly caught between them.
Sarabella dropped her hold on Stacy’s hair to run quickly to the other side of the ring and ricochet off the ropes before flying back to land against the ropes holding Stacy’s breasts.
Stacy’s body slingshot half way across the ring but not before the two ropes had snapped together across the front of her breasts like two giant rubber bands. As the crowd screamed their approval, Stacy did her own interpretation of a trout attempting to escape the hook. Screaming and rolling in agony, she clutched her burning tits.
With the crowd’s encouragement, Sarabella once again hauled Stacy to her feet using her hair. Taking a running start, she ran her head first into the ring post almost knocking her out. Stacy sat down on the floor completely stunned her hands cradling her still screaming knockers.
It was at this point, Leslie and Sarabella made the mistake of allowing Stacy a slight respite. Instead of continuing their attack, they choose to raise their arms and play to the audience. Both strutted around the ring bowing to the crowd.
When Sarabella returned to the seated Stacy she attempted to raise her by hooking two fingers in her nostrils. Stacy delivered a powerful and unexpected blow to her midsection. Stacy rolled away avoiding Leslie grasp to stagger to Portia’s corner where they touched hands.
“Why are you coming out? You were doing so well,” said Portia stepping into the ring.
“I didn’t want to hog all the fun,” said Stacy examining her bright red breasts.
Stacy watched as Leslie and Portia circled each other, trading blows. Portia, a veteran of dozens of vicious catfights required by the core curriculum of Trenton’s secondary education was holding her own when she made the mistake of turning her back on Sarabella. The post op snuck into the ring and slammed her forearm into the back of Portia’s neck.
Once again, the referee ignored the presence of both Portia’s opponents in the ring. Stacy watched as the two landed half dozen blows on a stunned Portia before dragging her to their corner for further mayhem.
As Stacy argued with the referee, Leslie and Sarabella hung Portia upside down over the ropes. With the top rope in her knee pits, her ankles wedged under the middle rope and the bottom across her throat, Portia was completely at their mercy.
To the audience’s loud approval, Leslie began to spank Portia’s bottom as Sarabella concentrated on her clit. Leslie’s spanking was no series of light taps either but a full arm swing with a wide palm that made a sound easily heard over the crowd noise. Portia punctuated the sound of each blow with a loud scream. Not to be outdone, Sarabella dug her fingernails into the base of Portia’s clit crushing the sensitive nerve ganglia. Her fist had forced its way into Portia’s vagina.
Enough decided Stacy watching them torture a helpless Portia.
“Back to your corner,” said the referee stepping in front of Stacy.
“Fuck you,” said Stacy attempting to step past his outstretched arm.
“You haven’t been tagged so you have to stay in your corner,” said the referee pointing a finger at Stacy. “I’ll have to disqualify you.”
Stacy hesitated for a second then quickly reached under the referee’s skirt to grab his cock as she brought him across her shoulders and lifted him off the floor. Several quick spins brought her to the ropes where she sailed the referee out of the ring onto a table in the third row.
With no referee to stop her, she rushed to Leslie who turned around just in time to see Stacy’s forearm impact her jaw. As Leslie slumped to the floor, Stacy reached over the ropes to Sarabella’s hair and pull her into the ring. Stacy’s forearm proved a formidable weapon when she used it to knock Sarabella to the matt.
Stacy released an enraged Portia who grabbed Sarabella’s ankles and drug her to the ring post. Portia pulled Sarabella to where she had one leg on each side of the post. Portia rolled under the ropes and out of the ring. She placed a foot against the post for leverage then took hold of Sarabella’s ankles. Portia pulled hard, slamming Sarabella’s pussy against the ring post. Sarabella’s loud screams convinced her to continue the activity each time making the solid post shake as the post ops fabricated sexual organ hammered against the post.
Stacy had managed to intertwine Leslie’s arms in the ring ropes rendering her helpless. She performed her own version of nipple torture bringing Leslie’s buds to a painful red in short order. Stacy delivered a powerful kick to Leslie’s sex that proved the pre-op could scream like a girl. Releasing her from the ropes, Stacy body slammed a helpless Leslie to the ground who lay there unmoving.
“You lose by disqualification,” said the referee who had managed to re-enter the ring.
“You better rethink that decision,” said Stacy looking menacingly in his direction.
The referee took one look at Stacy’s face and changed his mind.
“Portia and Stacy are the winners,” said the referee in a loud voice as he raised their arms in victory.
Almost immediately, two Racks of Shame were lifted into the ring. The attendants hand Stacy and Portia two extra large oddly shaped strapon dildos.
“Looks sort of real,” said Portia as she fitted her end of the dildo into her vagina then began to buckle the harness around her waist and thighs.
“They are the especially treated penises of a real Brahma bull,” said the attendant as he lifted Leslie over the padded seat.
“They look huge,” said Stacy tightening the straps to secure it to her body, making sure her G-spot was in contact with the eight inches embedded in her pussy.
“A Brahma bull weighs over three thousand pounds,” said the referee. We normally don’t use these but Sir Charles called down to authorize them.
“How long is it,” asked Portia trying to estimate the length?
“We’ve standardized on fourteen inches,” said the referee. “It’s also much thicker than what anyone is used to.”
“You’re sure these will fit,” asked Stacy as she stepped up onto the rack to find herself looking straight down at Leslie’s wrinkled anus.
“You’ll make them fit,” said the referee with a mischievous look in his eye.
Portia and Stacy watched as the attendants used poppers to bring the losers to a state of alertness.
Stacy leaned over and spit on Leslie sphincter then worked it open with her fingers. Portia was mounted on Sarabella positioning the cockhead at her backdoor.
“Get just the head in,” said Stacy working the tip past the opening. Leslie was adding to the eroticism of the moment by pleading with Stacy to take it slowly.
“Got it,” said Portia observing how Sarabella’s anus was stretched to a translucent state. “Amazing how far you can stretch an anal ring.”
“On three we go together,” said Stacy who counted before thrusting downward to sink all fourteen inches in Leslie’s bowels. Portia successfully coordinated her thrust causing Leslie and Sarabella to scream in unison and beg for removal of the enormous object from deep in their large intestine.
“Sir Charles is a genius. This Rack is terrific,” said Stacy establishing a steady rhythm as the hydraulic cylinder brought her smoothly around for another downward thrust. Not wanting to be a complete barbarian, Stacy rubbed Leslie’s clit as she repeatedly plunged the enormous animal member into her bowels.
“I’d love to be fucked in one sometime,” said Portia.
Portia and Stacy swapped midway through the ten minutes allocated for the victory fuck.
After shaking hands with Leslie and Sarabella and accepting a future invitation for lunch, Stacy and Portia returned to their table. On the way, Stacy grabbed two ice buckets.
“Man, I thought they had you two,” said Monk.
“Yeah, they were really opening a can of whip ass but you turned it around,” said Les.
“Cost me a thousand,” said Alex.
“You should know better than to bet against Sir Charles,” said Simone.
“Sir Charles was watching,” asked Stacy as she lowered first one boob then the other into an ice bucket?
“Yes, from upstairs, on closed circuit. He called to bet me a thousand you and Portia would win. That was while Stacy was imitating a mackerel flopping around on the mat hugging her knockers. I told him he was nuts but I took the bet. Leslie and Sarabella haven’t lost in a long time,” said Alex.
“He knew Stacy was far from finished. How are the tits?” said Simone.
“Aching like hell but I’ll live. This should keep the swelling down,” said Stacy pressing her boobs further down into the icy water.
“Well, we’re up,” said Les listening to Bruce announce them.

***

“I consider it erotic. Do you consider it erotic?” asked Portia moving her arm back and forth inside Roger’s intestines. It was a half hour since Monk and Les entered the ring. Their opponents had soundly beaten them but with a minimum of pain. At the moment, they were both in the Rack of Shame being energetically fucked by the winners.
“Yes, definitely, let’s see if we can get both our hands in at the same time,” said Stacy picking up the can of shortening.
“Roger won’t mind, will you Roger,” asked Portia pulling her shortening covered arm out of Roger’s asshole.
“I don’t give a fuck. I’ve lost Corrine to that bastard Wayne,” said Roger sobbing.
“Don’t worry. You’ll find another post op to love, “ said Stacy shoving another stick of shortening in Roger’s anus.
“Corrine was special. Now she’s Wayne’s,” said Roger breaking down completely.
“Hey, you’re a handsome guy. I’m sure there’s thousands of transsexuals out there who’d love to have someone like you,” said Stacy slipping her hand past Roger’s well stretched anal ring.
“If I were a shemale or a post op, I’d definitely be interested in you,” said Portia adding her hand to Stacy. Stacy closed her slightly larger hand over Portia’s then kissed her.
“It’s definitely romantic,” said Stacy slowly pushing forward as Roger groaned in response. “Just think we are holding hands inside someone’s butt.”
“Roger, can you feel us,” asked Portia.
“You’re both in me,” asked Roger?
“Yes, we’ve both got an arm inside your butt,” said Stacy.
“Awesome,” said Roger.
“How far should we go,” asked Portia?
“To my elbow,” said Stacy moving her arm slowly forward.
“I’m starting to cramp,” said Roger.
“Take deep breaths and try to relax,” said Stacy.
“Try to relax is inherently contradictory,” said Portia.
“Just relax, Roger,” said Stacy.
“I’ll try,” said Roger.
“We’re in,” said Stacy noting that her elbow was now poised at Roger’s anus.
“What next,” asked Portia?
“Let’s begin a slow circular motion,” said Stacy.
“That feels weird, very weird,” said Roger.
“How much longer you girls going to be,” asked one of the shemales waiting in line.
“I think we’re done,” said Portia as they slowly pulled their arms out of Roger’s asshole.
“Wow, you may have to wear a diaper for a week,” said Portia eying Roger’s wide-open hole that wasn’t near closing.
“Shit, that happened the last time,” said Roger.
Chapter 53 Tango Assassination

“Whiskey,” said Stacy when the waiter asked for her order. It was Saturday night and she was seated at a table in a Buenos Aires’s tango bar.
Even by the relaxed standards of Argentina’s most cosmopolitan city she was dressed to attract attention. The Saturday before, Portia and she had taken a commuter flight to LaGuardia then spent hours searching through Manhattan’s designer boutiques before they selected her skirt and top. The low rider tango skirt barely covered her pubic mound and appeared perilously suspended on her well-tanned hipbones. When she danced, the slit came within a fraction of an inch of exposing her sex. The silk top bared her midriff along with her shoulders and back. That combined with the cool night air announced she was not wearing a brassiere or for that matter any underwear.
Stacy’s hair was swept up and back in the style preferred by tango aficionados. Two diamond crusted pins secured it to the top. Matching rings and bracelets signaled a wealthy American girl seeking adventure in the birthplace of the tango.
“You look like a fucking movie star. Damn, I’ve got to quit using the F-word. I said it in front of Sir Charles yesterday and he promised the next time he heard me curse he was going to put me on the cross and whip my tits until they bled,” said Portia when Stacy was finished dressing. They were in one of the private bungalows of a five star hotel.
“And to think I starred in Stacy Does Cambridge wearing only a garter belt and hose,” said Stacy checking her make-up. Stacy, Portia, and Simone had spent the afternoon in the hotel’s spa getting prepared for tonight.
“I wish I looked that good as a girl,” said Alex who had been watching Stacy dress. “Can I borrow your outfit sometime?”
“Of course, you can, Alexandra. But it will cost you a fuck,” said Stacy smiling. Everyone was working a bit too hard to keep the mood relaxed. There was serious and dangerous business at hand.
“Mind the F-word,” said Portia once more checking the clip in her semi-automatic.
Stacy arrived at the club in an armored Mercedes Benz limousine chauffeured by Reynolds and Simone. In a typical South American city of extreme disparities of wealth, Stacy was playing the role of a wealthy tourist mad enough for the tango to fly five thousand miles to the tip of the continent. Other members of her team drove to the tango bar in a bulletproof Range Rover. Portia and Alex had arrived unfashionably early and were seated at a table toward the back of the club when Stacy made her appearance.
While Stacy waited for her drink, she watched couples dance. The music was slow and sensuous. Listen to the music and let it fill your soul had been her instructor’s advice. During the weeks of preparation she’d spent countless hours learning the Milonguero Style of the tango. Club Josephine had hired one of the dance’s most knowledgeable couples to instruct her. Stacy was already an excellent dancer and knew the American or salon tango but Tango Argentina was different.
“You only have six weeks and she must be better than good,” said Sir Charles to Osvaldo and Lucia when they were discussing her training in his office.
“Girls in Argentina learn tango in their cribs. We can only do so much in six weeks,” said Osvaldo dispiritedly.
“I know salon tango,” offered Stacy.
“Tango Argentina is very different. It takes years to develop the perfect sense of rhythm required of a Milonguera dancer,” said Osvaldo dismissively.
“Sir Charles, if Stacy is as good a dancer as you say, she should be able to master all the basics in that time,” said Lucia giving her husband a look to shut him up. The money he had offered was badly needed and she did not want Sir Charles to look elsewhere for Stacy’s instruction.
Osvaldo and Lucia had been incredibly demanding instructors leaving Stacy exhausted after each lesson. But she learn the subtle differences of the Milonguero Style and how to dance as a Milonguera, a girl who frequented the tango bars dancing with any man who asked her and just as easily sleeping with him.
She practiced in their small studio located just across the harbor from Boston in Chelsea, an urban ghetto of Latin American immigrants. On weekends they took her to a local tango club where she danced with dozens of different men. Old, young, fat, thin, she was told to refuse no one. As a Milonguera, she was not allowed to object when her partners put their hands in places they shouldn’t. Stacy danced for hours with strange men who pawed her body on the dark dance floor.
“The feeling of air rushing across your pussy as you dance is essential,” said Lucia who had forbidden her underwear.
On her second visit to the club, Lucia asked one of the male dancers to take Stacy in the back of the club and teach her to screw Milonguera style. After they danced, he walked her into the dark hallway and shoved her up against the wall. It was late and the narrow passage was filled with other couples making love. He whispered instructions on how she was to stand and act during what he called tango sex. Her partner was handsome and virile and she orgasmed the moment she felt him enter her.
“Stand on one leg. Wrap the other around the back of my neck,” said the man.
“Like this,” asked Stacy raising her leg to vertical then resting the calf across the back of his neck. Her skirt slipped down her leg exposing her sex. He placed his hand on her buttock supporting her.
“Yes, now take my cock out,” said the man his fingers parting her sex. She moaned as they pushed into her, finding her opening an invading. He wasn’t gentle about it.
Stacy unzipped his slacks and reached in for his cock. She wrapped her hand around the base of his manhood, her long fingers gently caressing his balls. Immediately she felt the flesh begin to harden. They kissed as their hands brought each other’s passion to a boil.
“Now, put me inside you,” said the man moving his other hand to her buttocks, lifting her slightly. The tips of his fingers reached into the crack of her ass.
Stacy managed to position the cockhead in her opening. She stood on her toes as she used the leg behind his neck to lift her. The man had given her all the help he intended. It was up to the Milonguera to fight the man. Stacy’s lithe and powerful body proved equal to the task.
“Oh fucking yes,” exhaled Stacy as he entered her body. She intensified the sensation contracting her core, focusing on the cylinder of alien flesh reaching into her womb. They stood motionless engaged in a long moment of passionate kissing.
“Now, slow-slow-quick-quick-slow,” said the man instructing Stacy to follow the rhythm of the tango as she fucked him.
Other couples were so close Stacy was touching the bare shoulder of the woman beside her. He finished in her when the music ended then walked away without a word.
“Let me feel you,” said Lucia when she returned to their table. Stacy didn’t object when Lucia’s hand reached under her skirt to grope her sex. Her long slender fingers easily slide inside Stacy.
“Good, your pussy is hot as a Milonguera should be. The tango should build a fire in your cunt that only the presence of a dancer’s cock can put out.”
From that night on, when Stacy visited the club, she followed the late evening practice of allowing her partners to take her into the back and finish the dance with their cock in her.
Stacy’s thoughts were interrupted by the arrival of the target. She had never met Arturo Ontiveroes-Aredondo, the head of the largest Mexican drug cartel. She had carefully studied the thick dossier detailing the life and crimes of the most brutal and savage of the Border States drug lords. The fact he was a fanatical devotee of the tango and frequently flew to Buenos Aires had brought her there.
“Shit,” whispered Stacy to herself as she saw the beautiful dark haired girl on Arturo’s arm. Who the hell is she wondered Stacy aware that on the two previous nights, Arturo had arrived accompanied only by his omnipresent trio of security guards. Still, he will ask me to dance decided Stacy because I’m a better dancer than her, whoever she is.
Stacy was following Sir Charles advice to maintain a positive attitude. Stacy also recalled from his file that Arturo, who grew up desperately poor in a Chihuahua slum, had a preference for tall American blondes who came from money.
“It’s a typical male ego thing,” was how Portia characterized it. “Fucking rich Americans proves he’s just as good as the people he envied growing up.”
Arturo and the girl took a seat at the table beside Stacy’s. Stacy’s waiter immediately rushed over to get his order. The guards were seated behind him at a separate table. Stacy knew the three were not cartel thugs but ex British SAS under contract from one of the global security companies dedicated to keeping in Sir Charles words, the scum of the earth alive.
After the recent arrivals were seated and served, Stacy decided it was time. She signaled for her waiter.
“I would like to dance with Senor Norberto,” said Stacy.
“I am sorry, Senora, but Senor Norberto is an artist, a performer, he does not dance with tourists,” said the waiter.
“I am willing to pay,” said Stacy placing five one hundred dollar bills on the table. “And the Senor will not be disappointed. I have studied the Milonguero Style with Osvaldo and Lucia Mendez.”
“I will asked the Senor,” said the waiter taking the money.

***

“Senorita,” said Norberto extending his hand to the beautiful American girl. Norberto Nievez normally danced only with professional tango dancers. However, five hundred American dollars was compensation enough to justify an exception. He was acknowledged as one of tango’s most innovative and skilled practitioners.
Showtime said Stacy to herself as she placed her hand in his. In one graceful motion, she stood up and twirled onto the dance floor as the music started. Stacy was aware that the floor had emptied. Everyone had stopped to watch wondering if the American could dance well enough to merit having Norberto as her partner.
Five minutes later, they had their answer as the dance ended to loud applause.
“Would you do me the honor once more,” asked Norberto. In asking her to dance again, he was informing the audience he approved of her dancing. When Stacy assented to his request, he turned around and told the orchestra what to play.
Six minutes later, it was over. Norberto had kissed her hand and left.
“Senorita, please,” asked Arturo standing at her table when she returned.
Stacy took Arturo’s hand and stepped onto the dance floor with the most feared man in all of Mexico.
“Arturo Ontiveroes-Aredondo,” said Arturo introducing himself in the few seconds before the music started.
“Stacia Goddard,” said Stacy.
“You dance extremely well for an American,” said Arturo.
“And what part of the world, are you from Senor Aredondo?”
“Mexico, I am a poor peasant with a deep love of the tango,” said Arturo.
“Was it not the great Mexican dictator, Porfiro Diaz, who said Poor Mexico, so far from God and so close to the United States,” asked Stacy?
“I can see you are a student of Mexican history,” said Arturo.
“And what other first impressions of me are you willing to share?”
“Beautiful, rich, bored, and one who loves the tango and can dance like no one I have seen in a while,” said Arturo.
The music began ending further conversation. After two dances, Arturo invited Stacy to sit at his table and she accepted. He introduced her to Isabella.
“Would you like to dance,” asked Stacy extending an invitation to Isabella? Dancing with your own sex was common in the tango bars. Stacy knew the tango originated in the brothels of Buenos Aires as a dance, men danced with other men, while waiting for a prostitute to become available.
Stacy had a vivid memory of the time that Lucia decided the two of them should dance together.
“Go somewhere, Osvaldo. I am going to dance with Stacia alone,” said Lucia.
“Putanas,” muttered Osvaldo as he left for the café next door where he and his friends mulled over the lack of morals among the women of his adopted country.
“Don’t mind Osvaldo. Take off your clothes, except for your shoes,” said Lucia after Osvaldo departed.
Stacy slipped out of her brief costume. She had been practicing for over two hours. She was covered in perspiration. For the last hour, Lucia had been her instructor. Stacy had noticed a sexual tension building between the two of them. Lucia had spent considerable time demonstrating exactly how she was to straddle her partner’s outstretched leg and slide her body downward before stepping to the side.
“It’s an incredible feeling,” Stacy had informed Portia. It’s like her cunt lips are wrapped around your leg. You can almost feel them holding onto both sides of your knee.”
“That’s physically impossible but an incredibly erotic thought. Show me,” said Portia. After several demonstrations, the two of them had tumbled into bed for a passionate exchange of oral sex.
“My sister taught me how to dance pussy to pussy when I was first learning tango,” said Lucia pulling Stacy into a position where their bare sexes were touching. Stacy’s large breasts were resting against Lucia’s almost flat chest. “Now, we synchronize our breaths so we dance as one.”
The lesson had ended with the two of them slipping to the floor to pleasure each other orally.

***

“Hand me my laptop, please,” said Sir Charles to Portia the day before they were to depart for Buenos Aires. She and Stacy were in bed with Sir Charles. It was a post coital moment and they were snuggled up relaxing on each side to the English lord. Sundays, Sir Charles found time to have sex with his two interns who were fascinated with his prodigious organ and eager to experience its plumbing of their depths.
They had asked Simone how it came to be so huge and what caused the scaring; but Simone had replied she didn’t know and had never had the nerve to ask
“If he wanted me to know he would have told me,” said Simone indicating she didn’t want to discuss it further. “I once heard when he finished Oxford he went off to Africa to fight as a mercenary. He was captured and tortured by the rebels. They burned his cock with hot coals. But it might be just a rumor.”
“It is not only the longest and thickest, it is the most stimulating because of the uneven surface. Some of the scars are from surgery and others do appear to be burns,” said Portia when she and Stacy were alone late one Sunday afternoon after spending the morning with Sir Charles determining which sexual position maximized penetration.
“The raised scar tissue give it a unique feeling when it is inside your vagina. It’s similar to one of those French tickler’s that Monk and Les used,” said Stacy recalling their recent tryst with their two fellow students.
“Look what we got from this dude who just got back from Amsterdam,” said Monk displaying a handful of brightly colored condoms whose head was covered with a profusion of rubbery nodules in different shapes.
“French ticklers,” said Portia.
“You know about these,” asked Les sounding a little disappointed he wasn’t showing Portia something new?
“Yes, but I’ve never had one of those wrapped around a Prince Albert. What do you think, Stacy?”
“They look very interesting,” said Stacy pulling her top off. “Let’s give them a try.”
Moments later, Stacy and Portia were lying on the bed with Monk and Les between their legs poised for entry.
“Definitely different,” moaned Stacy as the French Ticker stimulated the lining of her vagina.
She and Portia had spent the next several hours trying different ticklers until an exhausted Monk and Les announced they were fucked dry and needed to call for pizza delivery.
“True and even more amazing to me are the quantity and flavor of Sir Charles’ semen. A well-hydrated man in his prime produces maybe a couple of tablespoons. One time back in Trenton I blew this skinny guy who all the girls were talking about. They called him Big Gulp. I’d say he was maybe a fourth of a cup,” said Portia.
“I believe the flavor is related to his consumption of strawberries. He told me they’re his favorite fruit. But they’re not the kind you buy in a grocery store. Lady Elspeth grows them in a hothouse on their country estate,” said Stacy.
“Volume wise, I’d estimate Sir Charles is at least half a cup maybe more. Sometimes it’s so much it leaks out the corners of my mouth,” said Portia.
“And it all comes in a single shot, not a series of squirts. Sir Charles has a truly unique ejaculation,” said Stacy.
“You looked so cute this afternoon with your cheeks all puffed out like a squirrel gathering nuts. I’d love to have a picture of you especially with jism seeping out,” said Portia.
After their vaginal and anal cavities were energetically penetrated, it was Portia’s turn to orally accept Sir Charles’ load while Stacy applied herself to insuring his testicles were thoroughly drained. As soon as Portia’s mouth was full, the two girls put on a show for Sir Charles swapping his semen between mouths before gulping it down in unison as he counted 1-2-3.
Sex over, Sir Charles introduced his topic as he powered up his computer. “This will be your first assignment where Club Josephine carries out an assassination. As evil and deserving of death as your target, killing someone is and should be difficult for two well brought up young ladies. Therefore, I had Reynolds and Simone prepare this multi-media presentation. What you are about to see should give you all the necessary incentive not to hesitate at the proper moment.”
The two girls watched the wall sized screen as a picture of a young couple appeared. They were holding a baby. A voice over announced, “Margaret Kiley was born December 15,1970 to Thomas and Vera Anderson. She was their second of three children.”
The next picture was of a young girl riding a pony. The narrator continued, “She had a normal childhood growing up in Lubbock, Texas where he father was the local sheriff.”
The picture changed to show what appeared to be a yearbook picture of the same girl. “Margaret graduated from Lubbock’s Andrew Pierce High School with a three point five average. Her classmates voted her most friendly. She was President of the Spanish Club her senior year.”
The image changed to show Margaret at her wedding. “Margaret married Lawrence Townly, her high school sweetheart upon graduating from the University of Texas at Austin with a degree in criminal justice. Larry Townly completed his law degree at Tulane University and was admitted to the Texas bar that same year.”
The next image showed Margaret at a graduation ceremony. “Margaret applied and was accepted by the Federal Bureau of Investigation. She completed her training at Quantico, Virginia graduating at the top of her class and was assigned to the Houston office.”
A video came next of Margaret holding one baby while two boys both pre-school ages played under a Christmas tree. “Margaret gave birth in successive years to Kyle, Ernest, and Stewart. To raise her family she took a leave of absence from the bureau. Lawrence Townly joined one of the Houston’s largest law firms specializing in oil leases.”
Next was a video clip showed the three boys and their mother playing together in a backyard swimming pool. “Margaret’s was a typical prosperous suburban family. They had a comfortable home in where the family enjoyed camping, youth soccer and as you can see, their swimming pool.”
“For a woman whose had three boys, she still had her figure. And she wasn’t afraid to show it,’ said Stacy commenting on the very brief bikini the mother of three was wearing.
“I hope I look that good after childbirth,” said Portia.
The image changed to a still picture of a badly wrecked automobile. “Tragedy struck when Larry Townly was killed in a head on collision with a drunk driver.”
The next image showed Margaret in front of an office building. “Now a single mother and having to support her family, Margaret applied for and was accepted for a position with the Drug Enforcement Agency. Through hard work and competent policing, she rapidly advanced through the DEA hierarchy”
Another video clip began with Margaret standing behind a podium decorated with the DEA insignia. For the first time, Margaret herself spoke, “As the newly appointed agent in charge of the Laredo Office, I promise to do everything in my power to apprehend the members of the drug cartel terrorizing honest citizens on both sides of the border.”
There followed several excerpts from the Laredo Courier detailing major drug busts in the area. Numerous arrests and large amounts of cocaine and heroin were seized. One headline read, “DEA shuts down drug smuggling operation based in Nuevo Laredo.”
The following screen contained the headline, “DEA Head Abducted.” It was a television news video of an SUV by the side of the road, surrounded by worried looking police officers. The newscaster added, “Local police discovered the DEA Regional Director’s vehicle abandoned near her home. Witnesses reported seeing her SUV forced off the road by a group of heavily armed men. It is feared Director Townly was kidnapped by the cartel gang she had been pursing with great success over the last two years.”
Stacy recognized Simone’s voice when she announced the next video.
“The following was received some weeks later by the DEA’s Houston office. It was also posted on several Mexican-based WEB sites associated with narco trafficking. Unfortunately, it has been downloaded thousands of times.”
Portia and Stacy watched as a man in a ski mask speaking in Spanish announced the punishment of the American Margaret Townly for her persecution of the Nuevo Laredo Cartel. He promised anyone who sought to disrupt cartel operations would suffer a similar fate.
Portia and Stacy watched as the scene shifted to the outside of a run down house in what appeared to be a neighborhood in a poor section of Nuevo Laredo There was a line of Latino males standing at the front door. Masked men with assault rifles were guarding the line making sure no one left.
The camera panned down the street to reveal that the line stretched for blocks. The camera traveled into the house to a bedroom. There, her wrists handcuffed to the metal frame of a bed lay a naked Margaret Townly. The voice belonging to the ski mask spoke to the first man in line, “Go ahead, Ramon, fuck the American wore.”
Margaret screamed and kicked as the heavily pockmarked man approached the bed.
“I’m a Federal officer and you are about to commit a serious crime that will put you in prison for the rest of your life,” said Margaret as he unbuckled his jeans and slid them to his knees.
He stood by the bed stroking his uncircumcised manhood for a few seconds. One hand reached out to touch Margaret’s breast. She screamed for him to stop.
“Get on with it, Ramon,” shouted the Ski mask.
Ramon grabbed the ankles of her wildly kicking legs as he climbed on the bed. He placed his knees on Margaret’s thighs pinning her down as he fisted his cock. The law officer screamed as the man used his fingers to part her labia. He spit in his hand then smeared it over his penis.
“Please, don’t do this. I have three children,” sobbed Margaret in excellent Spanish.
Ramon concentrated on getting into position ignoring her entreaty. As Margaret broke down and begged him to stop, the man leaned forward using one hand to guide his cock into her vagina. A wail of defeat and humiliation escaped Margaret as the man began the rhythm of sexual intercourse. The camera circled the room capturing the rape from all directions including the men watching and laughing in the doorway.
In a few moments, the man’s finished to loud shouts of approval by the onlookers. The man calmly wiped his cock on Margaret’s thigh as he climbed off her. He was immediately replaced. On screen, the Arabic number two appeared in the bottom corner. Seconds later, a third man was on top of Margaret and the number three appeared. For the next several minutes, the scene changed every three or four seconds as the number slowly approached one hundred fifty. Margaret was no longer crying or fighting back. She lay there sobbing until at the one hundred fifty first rape; they switched from her vagina to her anus.
A fat man held her ankles bending them to where they almost touched her shoulders. The shoved a dirty pillow under her hips to elevate her.
She begged the man not to hurt her. Her rapist dug his fingers into her vagina coating them with semen he smeared over his cock and her sphincter.
To shouts of encouragement by onlookers he brutally penetrated her rectum. Margaret screamed in pain as he plunged his cock past her anus. A close up confirmed that the man’s cock was buried deep in her asshole. Once more the pace of the video quickened and the anal rape count rapidly increased. The room grew darker as the sun left the sky. Someone brought in several kerosene lamps to light the bizarre scene. Finally at three hundred the rapes stopped. Margaret appeared listless and unconscious. The camera took close ups of her vagina and anus showing they were now open and slowly oozing semen.
The man in the ski mask reappeared. Apparently some time had gone by. They were in a different place. A naked Margaret was bound over a wine barrel.
“This is what happens to Americans who arrest members of the Nuevo Laredo cartel,” said the Ski Mask. He placed a cattle prod on Margaret’s breast and pressed the button. Margaret screamed and twisted against her bonds. Ski mask applied the cattle prod to the other breast with the same result. He placed the prod in her vagina and shocked her several times.
The next scene opened with a still naked Margaret standing in the middle of a different room, suspended from a ceiling beam by her wrists. Someone had shaved her head making her hard to recognize. Her toes barely touched the floor. The camera watched as two men in ski masks arrived each carrying a large bullwhip. Margaret seeing the two began to scream and beg. The men uncoiled the whips and began to snap them in the air.
“Those are the brothers. Arturo is the larger one in the khaki slacks. Esteban, the younger brother, is wearing jeans,” said Sir Charles.
“What monsters,” said Portia. “Killing is too easy. We should line up three hundred guys to butt fuck them.”
“Portia, I warned you about using the F-word,” said Sir Charles.
“Sorry, Sir Charles, I just got carried away,” said Portia.
“Let this be your last warning. If I hear it again, those cute little mammaries of yours will be bright red,” said Sir Charles reaching to cup Portia’s breast.
On screen the brothers were calling out the body part they targeted. Each time the metal tip bullwhip landed, it left a bleeding gash. A bloody Margaret Townly was on her way to screaming herself hoarse.
“That’s enough,” said Sir Charles stopping the video. “Simone has a copy you can view at your leisure if you chose. But I find it revolting. It ends in bestiality, dismemberment and her death. They sent her severed breasts to her home in Houston. Your thoughts, girls?”
“I wish both brothers were tango aficionados,” said Stacy. “I will not hesitate when the moment arrives.”
“Neither will I,” said Portia.

***

“I want you now,” said Arturo grabbing Stacy by the wrist and pulling her off the crowded dance floor. His grip was so tight; she could feel his rings digging into her flesh pressing against the bone. The pain brought Stacy’s emotions to an erotic peak as she followed him into the dark hallway.
“You dance like a Milonguera. Can you fuck like one?” asked Arturo leaning back against the wall pulling her against his erection.
Stacy answered by swinging her right leg up and over Arturo’s shoulder leaving her standing on her left leg. Her calf was hooked behind Arturo’s neck helping to support her. His hand slipped under her top crushing her breasts flattening her nipples.
“Harder, hurt me,” hissed Stacy reacting to the pain by pressing her bare sex against the hard lump in his trousers.
“Whore, show me you know what to do,” said Arturo before pressing his lips to Stacy’s. They kissed with the savagery of beasts drunk on the taste of their intermingled blood. A desperate Stacy clawed at his trouser zipper before locating the tab and pulling it down. Her hand grasped the base of Arturo’s fully erect cock.
Arturo had never met anyone with the beauty, passion and intensity of Stacy. He moaned in pleasure as she used her leg to lift herself up and then down capturing his cock inside her.
“I’m going to come,” breathed Stacy trembling from head to toe as she orgasmed.
Arturo marveled as she writhed in his arms. In the dim light he see her eyes roll back in her head. Specs of saliva landed on his face as she mouthed curse words.
Recovering, Stacy began to move in rhythm with the music coming from the bandstand. Following the basic steps of the tango, she slowly engulfed Arturo’s cock inhaling deeply pulling her navel to her backbone contracting the muscles drawing him into her. Just as slowly, she rose using her foot to lift her as she pushed against the penetration seeking to crush it inside her body. Then it was a quick absorption followed by an equally quick expulsion then a slow languid slight movement of her hips.
“You’re incredible,” said Arturo convinced he had found something rare that he must somehow hold and keep. He reached down and grabbed Stacy’s buttocks pulling her against him with all his strength.
“That’s right, make it hurt, fuck me as hard as you can,” said Stacy repeating the slow-slow-quick-quick-slow basic rhythm of the tango.
Stacy focused as never before on giving a man pleasure from her body. It took only a few more moments before Arturo’s seed flowed into her. Covered in sweat and breathing hard they both stood motionless for a moment. Stacy placed her left hand on the back of Arturo’s neck. She turned her emerald and diamond ring over pressing the large centered emerald against his spine. The emerald had been hollowed out with a laser. Sir Charles had commissioned a watchmaker in Zurich to build a mechanism inside. At the touch of the tiny trigger, a spring propelled a lancet through a minute hole in the center of the stone. A nerve agent was forced through the hollowed out lancet. The agent did not kill but it did paralyze.
Kissing passionately, Stacy opened the tiny trigger guard. It was an act she had rehearsed countless times. As she smashed her lips against his she released the lancet. Arturo felt a sharp twinge in his neck then instantly realized he was incapable of even the slightest movement.
Stacy felt the powerful agent seize Arturo’s central nervous system bringing it to a state of complete paralysis. His tongue became still and unyielding in her mouth. His eyes stared ahead able to see but not move. His hard cock was still inside her.
Stacy reached up and removed one of the pins holding her hair in place. She shook her head allowing her blonde curls to cascade onto her shoulders. She discarded the clear plastic sheath covering the razor sharp edge. Acting with a calmness that would later amaze her she reached down and took a firm grasp on Arturo’s testicles. She pulled the orbs of nerve ganglia down twisting them to narrow the connective flesh. The doctor who had discussed the properties of the agent with her had categorically stated that while it induced paralysis it did nothing to lessen pain.
Stacy crushed his testicles in her hand as she whispered, “First, I am going to cut off your balls. This is for Margaret Townly, the DEA agent you had raped, tortured and killed.”
A quick flick of the knife and Stacy allowed the carrion to drop to the floor. Arturo remained immobile but she could see the pain in his eyes.
“Now for your dick,” said Stacy gripping his still hard cock in her vagina as she forced the edge through the soft flesh. Stacy immediately felt the flow of warm blood running down her legs. “After what you did to her, I didn’t want you to die a man.”
Stacy placed the tip of the knife under his sternum and pushed it through at an upward angle so it sliced into the heart. Stacy waited a few seconds to make sure his heart had stopped. As she was removing her leg from the back of Arturo’s neck, a hand spun her around to face a terrified Isabella.
“What have you done to Arturo,” screamed Isabella able to make out in the dim light the glittering knife handle protruding from his chest?
Stacy’s fist landed on the point of Isabella’s chin sending her to the ground unconscious. Stacy could hear commotion out on the dance floor. She walked quickly back toward the dance floor. When she had almost reached it, Arturo’s bodyguards arrived moving quickly.
“Arturo, Isabella stabbed him. Help him. I couldn’t stop the bleeding,” said Stacy making her best effort to look on the verge of hysteria. The guards hurried past her into the dark hallway. Portia and Alex were all of a sudden at her side with weapons drawn. Portia pressed a Sig Sauer semi-automatic into Stacy’s hand as they hurriedly left the club jumping into the Range Rover parked at the curb.
Francis floored the accelerator and the powerful SUV sped off. Seconds later, the three ex SAS having decided an unconscious Isabella had not killed anyone emerged on the run. They hurriedly signaled for the driver to bring their car. It was enough of an embarrassment their client had been assassinated. It would be even greater professional humiliations if the assassins got away. Anxious to regain at least a shred of their professional reputation, they flung themselves into the car hoping to kill or capture Stacy.
As their vehicle began to accelerate, Reynolds took careful aim through the optics of the Stinger missile. Simone was standing nearby with another Stinger in the unlikely event Reynolds missed. The missile impacted on the side of the vehicle causing a large explosion flipping the car on its side. No one emerged alive from the roaring fire that followed.
Rear guard task completed. Reynolds and Simone re-entered their armored limousine and proceeded to the airport.
“Portia, I need some ice, please,” said Stacy cracking opening the lavatory door of the Gulfstream IV that had just lifted off the runway of a small private airport on the outskirts of Buenos Aires.
“Are you hurt,” asked Portia concern in her voice?
“No, but I have something that needs to be kept cold. Bring me a bucket of ice.”
The rest of the team was busy opening bottles of champagne to celebrate the success of their mission. At the moment they were not paying attention to what was occurring at the rear of the plane
“What is it,” asked Portia arriving at the door with a plastic ice bucket.
“His cock,” said Stacy burying the column of bloody flesh in the bucket.
“You cut it off and brought it,” said a surprised Portia. “That’s one hell of a fucking souvenir.”
“Mind the F-word,” said Stacy putting the top on the ice bucket.
“Where was it? I didn’t see you carrying it when we left the club,” said Portia opening the lid for another look at the severed body part.
“It was where it was when I cut it off,” said Stacy removing her top.
“Your cunt,” asked Portia in disbelief?
“Yes, I wanted my hands free in case we had to shoot our way out,” said Stacy.
“What are you going to do with it?”
“I have plans. Now let’s put that somewhere safe and join the others,” said Stacy unzipping her blood stained skirt.

***

There were two interesting aftermaths to the assassination of Arturo. Arturo’s brother, Esteban received a small package from an untraceable address in the United States. It contained his brother’s severed penis on a bed of dry ice and a note explaining that unless he ceased cartel operations, his own cock would wind up in the same condition.
Esteban shuddered at the sight of the shriveled hunk of flesh. The autopsy report of the Buenos Aires morgue stated Arturo had been alive and conscious when a sharp instrument severed his privates. The coroner also noted the presence of nerve toxins that completely paralyzed Arturo. His report paid considerable tribute to the ingenuity and skill of the assassin.
Esteban, the younger and less astute of the brothers keenly felt the loss of the older and stronger Arturo. Arturo had escaped countless assassination attempts. Esteban had grown to consider Arturo almost immortal. The fact a mere female from the United States had cut off his manhood while he was still alive then slaughtered him depressed and frightened Esteban. He began to drink heavily. His lieutenants became concerned the cartel was not being properly led.
The most capable and ambitious of his underlings, Ramon Eschivera, eager to establish his own reputation, attacked Esteban’s hacienda one night. After raping the females while the males were forced to watch, Ramon slaughtered the entire family then deposited their naked and bullet ridden bodies in the main square of Nuevo Laredo. War broke out between factions of the cartel.
The other less happy aftermath was the arrest of Isabella by the Buenos Aires police. Arriving on the scene to find three Europeans, two from the UK and one from Northern Ireland, burnt to a crisp and even more embarrassing, a castrated and slain international criminal wanted by Interpol and the United States Federal Bureau of Investigation, the police promptly arrested the one member of Arturo’s party who survived.
Argentine Federal Police quickly took over the investigation. The unfortunate Isabella spent nearly a month in the custody of the Special Branch. Its officers quickly determined the hapless girl had nothing to do with the assassination but they so enjoyed interrogating the beautiful female they chose to be extra diligent in their investigation.
Isabella did not reveal anything even when her reproductive parts along with other sensitive areas were subjected to the branch’s preferred method of extracting information. Isabella learned first hand voltage applied to her clitoris, nipples, and vagina produced pain levels that compelled her to confess to murdering not only Arturo but his three bodyguards.
The fact Isabella did not know what a Stinger missile was or could even identify a picture of one caused her interrogators to conclude her torture was not producing the desired results. However, watching her writhe in agony and promise to perform any kind of sex encouraged them to continue her questioning.
Having failed to learn anything useful from electrical torture, the enterprising officers switched to a regimen of caning followed by submersion in freezing water. Each session of torture was followed by a gang rape first by the officers but later when she had become a little the worse for wear, her fellow prisoners.
A positive aspect of Isabella’s incarceration was when she was finally released, she returned to her parents’ home in Patagonia, promised them she would be a dutiful daughter, marry the man they had chosen and never again run away to the big city.
Her only long-term effects were her tendency to scream and hide at the sight of law enforcement and her inability to nurse her children due to the damage her milk glands sustained from prolonged exposure to high voltage.
Chapter 54 Live Nude Girls

“You hiring any dancers,” asked Stacy speaking to the heavyset man too engrossed in his racing form to look up?
She was standing at the entrance to the Oasis leaning against the door jam one hip stuck provocatively outward. The door guard was dressed identically to the surveillance photos Portia had shown her: well-worn jeans, a black tee shirt with Security stenciled in white, and black boots with a chain across the instep. With his shaved head and stache beard he looked more menacing than he was.
He was seated at a small table his attention focused on a racing forum. He had just circled the name of a horse named Manny’s Mercury in the fifth race at Aqueduct.
Stacy was standing just inside the converted storefront that served as the entrance to the Oasis. The city of New York classified the Oasis as an adult entertainment establishment. Live Nude Girls was spelled out in three feet high neon letters across the storefront along with Open 24 Hours and Private Peep Booths. A smaller sign announced XXX Films and a Video Arcade.
“That’s what it says,” said the man not looking up as he pointed to the small hand lettered sign in the bottom corner of the window reading Dancers Wanted. If he had he would have seen a striking tall redhead dressed in a white tank top that clearly showed her pierced nipples, tight ultra short black spandex skirt and four-inch strappy scandals. Stacy’s exposed navel was adorned with a cubic zirconium piercing and surrounded by a tattoo. A barbwire tattoo circled one bicep and a coiled snake the other. A small wild flower was visible at the top of her right breast and there were tiny hearts on her ankle. Invisible at the moment was the lighting bolt covering much of her pubic region. None of the tattoos were permanent.
“So who do I talk to,” asked Stacy shifting the wad of gum from one side of her mouth to the other?
“Barb, Barbara Somers, she hires the dancers,” said the man finally looking up. What he saw brought him to standing. “Yeah, we’re hiring. And the Oasis is a good place to work. I make sure nobody gets out of line with the dancers. I’m Tice,” he said extending his hand.
“I’m Serena. Tice, cool name,” said Stacy shaking his sweaty hand. “You in charge of security?” Portia’s intelligence had included the fact Tice and the Oasis’s other security guards were willing to do favors for the dancers provided the dancers repaid with sex. “They’ll run over to Starbucks and get you a latte but expect to swallow some of their cream with your coffee,” was how Portia phrased it.
“Yeah, during the day,” said Tice.
“Is she here,” asked Stacy?
“Sure, step inside. I’ll personally set up an interview,” said Tice.
The alarm sounded when Stacy passed through the metal detector frame.
“Shit, fucking nipple bars,” said Stacy.
“Extend your arms. Make like a cross,” said Tice picking up a metal detecting wand. “City made us put that in after some wacko shot up a place on the island. Killed three people then offed himself.”
“The Johns think they’re hot but they can drive you nuts. This TSA dyke at LAX made me strip for a cavity search before she’d let me on the plane,” said Stacy. “Cunt couldn’t wait to get her hand inside my box. She practically got off looking for a bomb in my pussy.”
“You just arrive in the city,” asked Tice?
“Yesterday.”
“So why did you leave LA,” asked Tice stopping the wand at Stacy’s crotch when the wand’s pitch changed indicating the presence of metal.
“I had my reasons. I got a set of rings down there too,” said Stacy smiling. “Want to see?”
“Maybe later, let me call Mrs. Somers,” said Tice picking up the phone.

***

Stacy was seated on a worn leather couch in Barbara Somers outer office. There were a couple of tattered adult entertainment trade magazines on a nearby table but Stacy wasn’t in the mood to read. Tice had escorted her through a door marked Employees Only after asking the longhaired boy at the cash register to watch the door.
“Take a seat. Mrs. Somers will be with you in a minute,” said Tice.
He delayed a minute to take a good look at Stacy’s legs as she sunk down into the couch. He wasn’t discreet about it not that she expected him to be.
“Thanks, Tice,” said Stacy smiling and ignoring the fact her short skirt had ridden up to her crotch as she crossed her legs.
Eleven days thought Stacy as she looked around the shabby waiting room. Mike Cabreeze and his wife. Connie, along with their two children had flown out of Boston that morning. Seven days at an exclusive resort in Aruba followed by four in Orlando at Disney World gave Stacy and the team from Club Josephine exactly eleven days to complete their mission, the assassination of the head of the Grimaldi family.
Stacy’s mind wondered to the issue of her relationship with Lt. Mike Cabreeze. She found it difficult to reconcile Mike the family man with Mike the brutal and corrupt policeman and with Mike the up and coming drug kingpin. When Stacy had mentioned this to Portia, she said, “Don’t leave out Mike the incredible lover that rings your bell big time.” That was the one that bothered Stacy the most. Sex with Mike still turned her on even after all she experienced since he framed her for shoplifting.
Yesterday afternoon he’d sent her a text message summoning her to the apartment. She’d assumed correctly he wanted sex with her before he left. On the drive over her hand strayed to her crotch as she anticipated their lovemaking. By the time she pulled into the parking lot, her jeans were undone and her fingers were working her clit. It only took a few more moments for Stacy to reach her tipping point and climax. God why am I such a slut where he’s concerned wondered Stacy as she stuffed a couple of tissues in her panty to absorb her fluids. Why is it when I masturbate, he’s the one I fantasize about?
She’d arrived a few minutes early. Mike was sitting on the couch talking on his cell to Connie. He gave Stacy the shush sign as she entered the room. Then he stood up and unzipped his trousers.
Stacy sat her purse and keys on a table then walked to Mike and kissed him.
“I said I’ll be home by six,” said Mike interrupting the kiss. He placed his free hand on Stacy’s shoulder applying enough downward pressure to signal she was to get on her knees.
“Can’t the vet pick them up? We’re paying forty-six a day for each pet. For that kind of money, you’d think they’d send a limo,” said Mike.
Stacy kneeled before Mike and extracted his cock from the custom tailored Italian silk and wool blend trousers. She held the warm soft flesh to her nostrils and slowly inhaled. Its scent affected first her brain then her sex. She inhaled so deeply she drew the soft flesh into her nose satisfying her need to fill her lungs with his aroma.
“You’re the only whore I’ve ever know who gets off smelling a guy’s dick,” said Mike covering the phone.
Stacy took a long second inhale then looked up at Mike and spoke, “Pheromones, your sexual pheromones affect my olfactory membranes and my pussy gets hot.”
Pheromones, my ass, you’re a slut, now suck my dick,” said Mike contemptuously.
It’s my own personal form of cocaine thought Stacy as his essence ignited a fire in her chest that instantly spread to her sex. She tilted her head back a brief moment to exult in the experience before leaning forward to lick the very tip of Mike’s cock causing it to move slightly reacting to her touch.
“No, I can’t come home early. Have the kid next door take them. Give him a twenty,” said Mike.
Stacy curled her lips around the underside of mushroom head then windshield wiped her tongue over the tip. She flicked the boneless limb back and forth teasing his piss hole using her lips to squeeze it open for its pointed tip.
Although Mike’s cock was familiar territory her mouth had traveled hundreds of times, she never tired of the journey. She knew his urethra was super sensitive and she took her time probing and sucking the spongy head bringing his manhood to a full erection. Stacy filled her mouth with saliva using it to bathe him in warmth. She rubbed her crotch with one hand and in spite of the layers of material she overwhelmed the tissues in her panty.
You make me so wet,” breathed Stacy feeling the moisture seep through her jeans. Mike’s cock in her mouth invariably resulted in her Bartholin glands going into overdrive. Sucking his cock while he argued with his wife was proving to be an incredibly erotic experience for her. She wondered if Connie wasn’t smart enough to realize what was happening.
“All right a fifty and why don’t you blow him while you’re at it if he’s so fucking cute.”
“Yeah, you have my permission. Suck him off then fuck him. Better watch it though. Wes’s a minor until he’s eighteen.”
“Get undressed,” whispered Mike to Stacy covering the phone with his hand.
Stacy stepped back and began to slowly shed her clothes. Mentally, she struggled to control the sense of desperation she felt from having Mike’s cock so close but not inside her. She wanted to rip the phone out of his hand and throw it out the window. Then he would curse and slap her. He might take his belt out and whip her until she begged him to stop.
Stacy mentally repeated the question she’d asked herself a thousand times. Why do I get off from him hurting me? She recalled the time right after they first met when she wore something he thought looked cheap. After he ripped her clothes off, he dragged her by the hair into the bathroom and stuck her head in the commode. He fucked and slapped her ass as he kept flushing the commode. She had choked and gagged as he held her head in the not very clean bowl. Afterwards, he threw her out of the apartment naked. She barely managed to get back to the condo without being seen.
Only the thought of tomorrow’s mission kept her from losing control. She was finding the idea of sex with Mike while he was talking to Connie erotic to the point of dementia.
“Who says I’d get you off with probation? I catch you putting out for a minor you’re going down for the full count,” said Mike. “I’ll make sure they put you in a cell with a pair of diesel dykes and I’ll pass the word you’re a cop’s wife.”
“What would they do? What the hell do you think they’d do? You’d eat so much pussy you could skip meals.”
Jealous of his attention to Connie, Stacy performed a provocative strip tease. After she removed her bra, she licked and played with her nipples offering her breasts to him.
When she was down to her panty she pulled the material back and forth across her sex then turned around to pull the panty slowly down exposing herself to him from the rear. She wiggled her bottom as she reached back to separate her buttocks exposing her sphincter. That elicited a response.
“You’re nothing but a slut, a cock sucking whore. I pity the poor bastard that marries you,” said Mike covering the phone.
Naked, Stacy sat down on the couch opposite Mike and spread her legs as wide as she could get them. She established eye contact with him as she licked her fingers then brought them to her sex and masturbated with one hand as she twisted and pulled on her nipple with the other. Stacy’s fingers entered her vagina. She spread her labia exposing and offering herself as he talked with his wife. She raised her legs toward the ceiling allowing one finger to enter her anus. Stacy kept her eyes focused on Mike as she masturbated. Mike began to slowly stroke his cock.
Stacy stifled the scream in her throat as she climaxed. Her legs flopped up and down as she twisted and writhed on the couch. Stacy silently mouthed the words, “Fuck me,” as her orgasm subsided.
Mike again covered the speaker with his hand as he sat back down on the couch. “Crawl over here on your belly and undress me,” he whispered to Stacy.
Stacy slid over the carpet until she reached Mike’s feet. She licked and kissed the tops of his shoes then slipped the Gucci loafers off and removed his socks. She applied more kisses and her tongue to his bare feet. Stacy took Mike’s little toe in her mouth and sucked it then moved to the next toe. After orally administering to each toe, she lifted his foot and gently bit his instep.
“Crazy cunt,” muttered Mike smiling at her as she made love to his feet. He placed the top of his foot against her sex and moved it back and forth causing Stacy to moan with pleasure. He stuck his big toe in her vagina bringing her to another orgasm. After a while Mike stood up and gestured for Stacy to unbuckle his belt.
“I know. It’s our first vacation together in two years. Call the resort and arrange for someone to watch the kids during the day,” said Mike stepping out of his slacks. Stacy took them to the hall closet and hung them with his suit jacket being careful to maintain the crease. When she returned she pulled down his boxer shorts and carefully folded them. Stacy unknotted his tie smoothing out the wrinkles before hanging it over a nearby chair back. Next came the diamond cuff links.
“Quit your fucking worrying. Their WEB site said there are certified Dutch nannies on the island. Mike and Calistra will be fine. It will give us some time to be together.”
Stacy slipped the shirt off Mike placing it over one of the kitchen chairs. The she stepped back to Mike put her arms around him and attacked his nipples with her mouth.
“What do you think I mean, Connie? What the fuck you been complaining about lately? Mike, we never make love anymore. When was the last time you screwed me?”
Stacy slowly slipped down Mike’s body with her tongue. When she was once again kneeling she took his penis in her mouth and sucked it.
“So while the Dutch nanny is watching the kids at the pool, I’ll be putting the stones to you. I’m going to eat fuck that sweet little pussy of yours until you beg me to stop. I’m expecting a little oral satisfaction out of you too.”
Stacy was stroking Mike with one hand while she alternated between sucking his penis and licking his balls. She worked her hand between his legs pressing her finger between his buttocks until it reached his sphincter. She placed the pad of her finger against the wrinkled skin and pushed gently. She felt his anus open as she slid her finger inside the ring of muscle.
“There is? Yeah, I recall reading in the travel guide about the nude beach. I’m not sure I want other guys looking at my wife when she’s naked,” said Mike widening his stance so Stacy could slide more of her finger into his rectum.
“Yeah, I know the Tremblays went to Aruba last year. Well, just because Kyle Tremblay is willing to let Stella show her pussy to the world that doesn’t mean Mike Cabreeze is willing to do the same. Not that your body isn’t a hell of a lot better than Stella’s.”
Mike sat down on the couch. Stacy stepped up onto the couch straddling Mike. For a few seconds, she stood with her sex inches from his face. Then as she lowered her body, she used her hand to guide his cock in to her pussy. She threw her head back in exultation as he slid inside her.
“No, you got that wrong. I never said I’d like to fuck Stella Tremblay. I merely said she looked nice. Jesus fuck, Connie, we were leaving Mass when I said that. Just for your information, I take our wedding vows seriously and I expect you to do the same.”
Stacy began to gently rock back and forth savoring the feel of Mike’s cock inside her. She closed her eyes and contracted the muscles lining her vagina increasing both their pleasure as she slowly raised and lowered herself.
Forget Mike Cabreeze and concentrate on the mission Stacy told herself when she found she was squeezing her legs together thinking about what Mike and she had done last night. Refocus, Stacy ordered herself.
Stacy began a mental review of the final briefing of the information Portia had compiled on the Oasis. That morning they’d had to go over it one more time with Sir Charles and the other members of the team.
The briefing took place in Manhattan at a building owned by Sir Charles. The layout was similar to the one in Boston. They were in Club Josephine’s Operations Center. A very elegant Club Napoleon was on the floor below. Sir Charles had an apartment on the top floor.
Portia conducted the briefing. Her first slide showed a middle-aged couple standing side by side. Portia clicked on her laser pointer and began.
“The Manager’s name is Earl Timothy Somers and his wife is Barbara Jean Somers. They’ve been married fourteen years. According to public records they are the sole owners and managers of the Oasis. However, the real owner is Raymond Serrentino, the capo di capo of the Grimaldi family. The Oasis is more of a hobby to Serrentino than a key business component of his organization. Drugs far and away generate the greater part of the Grimaldi income.”
Portia changed slides to display two Latin American males.
“A decade ago on a yacht in Miami, Raymond Serrentino met Ramon Cardozo and his brother, Esteban, up and coming narco traffickers with a dozen cocoa labs in the Andean Highlands. They formed a partnership. The Grimaldi through a combination of murder and terror eliminated anyone distributing cocaine in the US and Canada not produced by the Cardozo cartel. Stamping out the competition was performed with a ruthlessness and brutality that shocked even members of organized crime. Not only were competing drug dealers murdered in incredibly brutal ways but also families and girl friends were executed while the dealer watched. In return, cocaine produced by the Cardozo Cartel is distributed exclusively through the Grimaldi mob. We are talking hundreds of millions of dollars annually. Some say each year over a billion flows into the Cartel’s secret accounts.”
“This is the largest and most powerful drug organization on the planet,” said Sir Charles. “In the last few years, the Cardozo Cartel had branched out into heroin, methamphetamine and Ecstasy forming new partnerships in Mexico, Thailand, Israel and Afghanistan.”
“Sir Charles, with all the billions available from drugs, why does Raymond Serrentino continue to operate a seedy dump like the Oasis,” asked Stacy?
“Sentiment perhaps, Raymond’s exact age is something of an unknown but he is at least in his late eighties. When he was coming up through the Grimaldi ranks, prostitution was a major source of mob income. My thought would be he regards it as carrying on a tradition. Also having the ready availability of prostitutes means the mob does not lack for willing sexual partners,” said Sir Charles.
“The pussy warehouse is downstairs,” said Francis.
“Thank you, Sir Charles. Go ahead Portia,” said Stacy.
“Earl Somers has a business degree from Pepperdine University. He was arrested nineteen years ago for embezzling. That was his only brush with the law. Since it was a first offence and he was able to make restitution, he got off with probation. Barbara Somers is another story. She has a total of twenty-two arrests for solicitation of prostitution beginning at the age of fifteen, two for possession of a controlled substance and three for felony assault. However, the last arrest was twelve years ago. Since they began working for Raymond Serrentino they have not been arrested.”
“Small time crooks go to jail. Join the mob and stay clean,” said Simone.
“Earl takes care of the financial side while Barbara manages the dancers and the help,” said Portia as she changed the screen to an image of the Oasis storefront. “Although Earl carries the title of manager, Barbara is the real boss.”
“Women are taking over everywhere,” said Simone laughing. “My husband does exactly what I tell him.”
“Barbara’s the one you have to be careful of, Stacy. She’s shrewd and suspicious,” said Portia. “She’s bi-sexual and requires lesbian sex in order to establish her control over the dancers. If a girl isn’t willing to accommodate Barbara’s needs, she doesn’t get hired.”
“I can’t wait to go down on her. My pussy’s wet from just thinking about it,” said Stacy looking at the screen.
Portia changed the screen to a floor plan of the first floor of the building. “Think of the Oasis as an adult department store. The storefront retails and rents heterosexual and homosexual porn in DVD format. There’s a rack of porn magazines and peg hooks on the wall contain a selection of dildos, vibrators, pumps, and blowup dolls.”
“Sir Charles, when are we going to start selling Stacy’s blowup doll on our WEB site,” asked Alex causing everyone to laugh.
“We should. It would be a best seller,” said Simone. “I’d buy one for my husband.”
“Why not just let him fuck the real thing,” asked Stacy?
“Slut,” said Alex.
“Back to business, everyone. Continue Portia,” said Sir Charles.
Portia cleared her throat before using her laser pointer to draw everyone’s attention to the screen. “In the back there is the Video Arcade. It consists of twelve six by four booths where customers can view videos at a cost of one dollar for six minutes. Between booths is a round hole waist high. Customers can stick their penises through the hole for the person in the next booth to suck. It’s called a gloryhole. Although there are signs stating only one customer to a booth, it’s not uncommon for two and even three men to get in a booth and have sex. As long as they keep feeding dollar bills into the machines, management doesn’t care who gets screwed.”
“Such booths have been around since the advent of eight millimeter movies,” said Sir Charles. “In my younger days, I was quite a fan of gloryholes.”
“There’s a protocol to gloryholes. If you want the cutie in the next booth to stick his penis through the hole, you invite him by sticking your finger through the hole then pulling it back,” said Alex.
“Only a blow job artist would know that,” said Simone.
“This is a video that Alex and Francis shot when they visited the arcade,” said Portia queuing the video player. The screen filled with a poorly lighted shot of Alex on his knees sucking a large erect penis protruding through a round hole.
“I was only demonstrating how gloryholes operate. The clientele is mostly trolls but this cutie construction worker arrived and I couldn’t help myself,” said Alex. “He had a beautiful cock.”
The scene changed. Francis was bent over holding on to a plastic chair. His pants were down at his ankles. A tall black man was busily sodomizing him. Francis’s mouth was filled with a cock poking through the gloryhole.
“I wanted to show the other members of the team the versatility of the arcade booth,” said Francis.
“If you want someone to come to your booth and sodomize you, you hold a condom in your fingers and show that to the person in the next booth,” said Alex.
“It can get quite busy in those little rooms,” said Francis intently watching the screen. “I took five loads in less than an hour.”
“Customers who can’t afford the services of a dancer will often go into the Arcade looking for a gloryhole blow job,” said Portia.
The video ended and Portia returned the screen to the floor plan.
“Those are the adjoining offices of Barbara and Earl Somers. They share a reception area. The dancer’s area where Stacy will be working takes up most of the floor space. There is a dressing room, shower, and rest room for the dancers, a twenty by forty dance floor and fourteen booths in an L configuration.
This is where the Oasis makes most of its income. One dollar buys three minutes. The customer watches the dancers through a Plexiglas window that automatically becomes opaque when his time is up.”
“It’s the dancer’s job to persuade him to pay for sex. Her earnings are totally based on how many times she goes through that Plexiglas and gets paid for a BJ or half and half,” said Simone.
“There is an intercom between each booth and the dance floor. If a customer wants more than the thrill of masturbating while watching naked women, he picks up the phone. The handset on the other end lights up. When a dancer answers, they engage in a verbal negotiation. Half and half is one hundred but a BJ is fifty. Most of the sex is oral. A dancer can make four to five hundred dollars a night. That’s clear with no deductions for taxes and insurance,” said Portia.
“No Blue Cross either,” said Stacy as Portia changed the screen.
“This is a layout of the second floor. It contains the offices of Raymond Serrentino and his lieutenant, Salvatore ‘Sallie’ Addonnizio. This outer area is where Mr. Serrentino’s bodyguards hangout during the day. There’s anywhere from three to five of them present. Attempted mob hits over the years have left Mr. Serrentino a very wary mobster. There are two bulletproof security doors that you have to be buzzed through. His armored limousine is kept inside a secure area of AAA Auto Body which as we know is located in the building directly behind the Oasis,” said Portia.
“Serrentino has not appeared in public in years. His estate right outside Islip is heavily fortified and patrolled by guards and dogs when he is present,” said Sir Charles.
“I plan to smuggle a disassembled Sig Sauer P229 into the Oasis over several days. Once I have all the parts inside I’ll hide the re-assembled weapon inside Serrentino’s office. Girls are summoned upstairs for sex on a pretty regular basis. Once on the second floor I will retrieve the gun and carry out the assassination,” said Stacy.
“There could be as many as seven of them,” said Sir Charles.
“I’m depending on the element of surprise. To them I’m not a threat. I’ll be just another one of the whores who dance at the Oasis,” said Stacy.
“We’re lucky Raymond Serrentino is visiting his Las Vegas hotel. Our informant tells us he won’t return for at least a week. That gives us time to get ready,” said Simone.
“One more thing, Barbara and Earl Somers also operate an escort service, Cosmopolitan Escorts of Manhattan. Like the Oasis, they are the owners of record but Raymond Serrentino is the actual owner. The more attractive dancers are required to moonlight at Cosmopolitan. That’s not a choice by the way. I think we can safely say that Stacy will be a Cosmo girl within a week,” said Portia.
The opening of the office door interrupted Stacy’s mental review of the briefing.
“You must be Serena Thornton,” said the dumpy middle-aged woman as she opened her office door.
“Yes, that’s me,” said Stacy quickly standing up.


Chapter 55 The Interview

“Tice said you just flew in from LA,” said Barbara starting the interview once they were seated.
“Yesterday,” said Stacy across the desk from Barbara. The office was large and cluttered, with a view of the adjacent building’s brick wall. All the furnishings had a well-worn look. Barbara in person looked heavier than the picture Portia had shown her. Stacy noticed there was a half eaten box of candy on the corner of her desk. It was the same kind Mr. Serrentino had shared with her when she sat on his lap.
“So how was the City of Angels,” asked Barbara?
“Shitty.”
“Experience?”
“I was dancing at the Spearmint Rhino in Riverside until two days ago. The last few months I worked several of the Rhino clubs in greater LA. Last year I spent three months at a club in Tokyo. I danced at the O’Farrel Theater in San Francisco a few months back,” said Stacy.
Sir Charles had arranged for the real Serena Goddard to receive a lucrative offer to work as a prostitute in London. Her recent history had become Stacy’s.
“Arrests?”
“Three.”
“I assume Solicitation of Prostitution was the charge,” said Barbara. “You do any time?”
“No, Rodney bailed me out and they dropped the charges.”
“Rodney, he your pimp?”
“Pimp, boyfriend, husband, whatever,” said Stacy.
“So what brought you to the Big Apple?”
“Rodney and I had a disagreement over the division of income.”
“And,” asked Barbara?
“He wanted it all to buy crank. I felt I should be allowed to keep some since I was the one who earned it.”
“Where is Rodney now? If I hired you I wouldn’t want him to show up here and make trouble,” said Barbara.
“That won’t happen.”
“You sure?”
“Positive, he’s in the LA Country Morgue. Somebody shot him.”
“Are there any outstanding warrants out for you. Don’t lie. I’ll check,” said Barbara.
“No warrants. Persons unknown shot Rodney Thornton on lower Sunset two nights ago. I identified the body. The bullet made a small neat hole in the center of his forehead. The hole in the back of his skull was much larger. So large I would even call it a hole. The police have no idea who offed Rodney and frankly don’t give a shit.”
“So why did you skip town?”
“Rodney had some junkie friends. I thought it would be smart to disappear for a while,” said Stacy.
“Where you from originally?”
“Boston.”
“Go to Hollywood to become a movie star?”
“Something like that, I was tired of putting out for my father and older brothers. I figured I could sell what they were getting free.”
“So how many movies were you in?”
“I did some porn when I first got there.”
“Any titles I’d find on a shelf outside?”
“If you do you’re breaking the law. I wasn’t eighteen.”
“How old are you?”
“Twenty two,” said Stacy.
“You still look pretty good for someone who’s been in the business since you were?”
“Fourteen, Look, I eat right, don’t smoke, exercise, drink moderately, and take no drugs other than the occasional joint. I may be a whore but I’m one who takes care of herself,” said Stacy.
“Besides the Oasis, my husband and I run an outcall service. Most of our customers are hotel guests in Manhattan. It operates out of a fleet of limos that cruise the island. You have any problem with that?”
“No, what’s the split,” asked Stacy?
“We take sixty percent. You keep any tips,” said Barbara. “It’s the same when you dance.”
“When do I start?”
“We’re not quite there yet. You need to audition,” said Barbara tossing Stacy a packet of stapled pages.
“What’s this,” asked Stacy?
“My MP-3 library. I need to see you dance. Pick a song,” said Barbara.
“Six fifty two,” said Stacy tossing the packet back on Barbara’s desk.
“Black Magic Woman,” said Barbara reading the packet then getting up to walk over to a nearby couch. Barbara picked up a remote from the glass top table in front of the couch and keyed in six, five, two and enter as she sat down.
Stacy stood up and took a position directly in front of Barbara. She grabbed the bottom of her tank top to pull it over her head.
“No, don’t undress. Strip to the music,” said Barbara. “Pretend I’m some depraved bastard watching you as I jerk off. Your goal is get me to cough up fifty for a hummer,” said Barbara as she pressed the Play button.
Stacy began as Inga, the former stripper Sir Charles hired as her trainer, taught her. She danced slowly around the floor establishing the spatial boundaries. “Use the entire stage,” advised Inga. Two trips around and Stacy knew her territory.
She picked up the pace, moving to the music. Stacy started with the tease as Inga taught her. She kicked her legs high but moved too quickly for Barbara to see her crotch.
Stacy placed her hands on the side of her boobs and pushed them together. She moved them slowly up and down as she established eye contact with Barbara. She strutted around the room then lifted one breast out of the tank top exposing it for a brief second.
After the chorus, Stacy removed her top exposing her breasts. Stacy played with her recently installed bars rotating her breasts in different directions.
Now for the skirt decided Stacy as she pulled the latex material up to her hips exposing her white thong panty. Stacy seesawed the nylon material across her crotch causing it to narrow between her labial folds. Stacy noticed Barbara was removing her blouse.
Portia was right about Barbara’s job interview techniques realized Stacy. In any normal business this would be an egregious example of sexual harassment but adult entertainment isn’t a normal business. .
As Stacy twirled around the room, she wondered how many dancers decided that the job was not worth having to kneel down between Barbara Somers fat thighs and give her head. Few if any were Inga’s comment.
“Expect to put out to get the job. That means going down on the manager who’s doing the hiring. After that, you get to screw the rest of your co-workers. Inside of a week, you’ll look around and realize there’s no one that you haven’t had sex with. That includes the other dancers. There’s plenty of opportunity for girl on girl sex both on and off the stage. And the other help, the DJ, Security and the Management will all be expecting you to spread your legs when they look your way,” said Inga while the two were taking a break from training on the brass pole. “The question is can a nice college girl like you handle that kind of action?”
“I can handle it,” said Stacy placing her hands on Inga’s bare thighs spreading them apart as she knelt down. Inga reached down to open her labia as she relaxed back onto the soft leather couch inside Club Josephine.
“Shit, you can dance better than most I’ve seen. Let’s fuck,” said Inga.
Barbara’s enormous bra was lying on the table by the time Stacy had striped down to her heels. Stacy was lying on her back on the carpet. Her legs were spread wide and she was fingering her vagina. Stacy went into a bridge offering her open sex to Barbara who was struggling out of her stretch pants.
As Stacy undulated on the floor, Barbara rolled down her panty then spread her legs to reveal her hair-covered sex. As the song was ending, Barbara picked up the remote and pressed the Stop button.
“Have I got the job,” asked Stacy?
“Almost,” said Barbara fingering herself. “Come here, Serena. Pretend I’m a customer. We do get the occasional woman these days, not often but it happens.”
“It’s fifty for oral,” said Stacy standing directly in front of Barbara then gracefully raising her leg to place one foot on the top of the couch. Her sandal was almost touching Barbara’s ear. When she stretched into the position, her pussy was inches from Barbara’s face. Dancing in the warm room caused Stacy to perspire and Barbara could see the moisture on her shaved sex. She could even feel the warmth radiating onto her face.
“Nice set of rings,” said Barbara her eyes fixed on Stacy’s sex.
“Thank you, have a taste?” said Stacy as she wet her fingers in her cunt then placed them on Barbara’s lips. Barbara opened her mouth to take in the fingers and suck them. Stacy leaned down to kiss Barbara on the lips.
“You’re fucking hot. I want you to eat me,” said Barbara.
“Kiss it first,” said Stacy pushing her sex to where it almost touched Barbara’s lips. “Lick the sweat off.”
Barbara’s tongue traveled up and down Stacy’s slit, moisture collecting on her tongue.
When Barbara finished, Stacy sunk to her knees. Barbara obligingly spread her legs wider and scooted down exposing her anus as well as her clit and vagina.
“I must not be your first interview of the day,” said Stacy inhaling the odor of a vagina that had been used.
“You got a nose for pussy. Little housewife from Queens wants to dance. Hubbie hurt his back, can’t work and the bills are pilling up, the usual crap. I almost hired her. Maybe I will if you don’t work out.”
“I will,” said Stacy using her fingers to part the curly hair surrounding Barbara’s sex then passing her tongue from the clit to the anus. Stacy took her time wetting Barbara’s hairy butthole before she slipped her finger inside the sphincter.
“That’s right, Serena, lick my shitter. Show me how much you want the job,” said Barbara lifting her legs to signal Stacy she wanted more butt play. Stacy inserted a second finger in Barbara’s ass and rotated it. Barbara’s guttural moan signaled her pleasure.
“You’re nasty. I like it nasty,” said Stacy.
“I don’t shave and I don’t douche,” said Barbara passing her hand over the glistening mat of black pubic hair. “Never believed in it. I prefer au natural. My mother always said a pussy should smell like a dead fish not a bottle of Summer’s Eve.”
“A whore should always listen to her mother,” said Stacy as she freed Barbara’s clitoris from its protective folds then took it in her mouth.
“That’s right, Serena. Show Barbara what a good pussy eating whore you are,” said Barbara closing her eyes.
Stacy was busily providing Barbara with oral sex when her husband blundered through the door.
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t know you were busy,” said Earl quickly taking in the fact the woman eating his wife’s pussy was a considerable step up from the skanks that normally danced at the Oasis.
“Fuck, I’m going to put a lock on that door,” said Barbara. “I’ve told you a thousand times to call on the intercom or at least knock before you charge in here. Keep going, Serena. It’s just my worthless asshole of a husband.”
Stacy ignored the arrival of Earl maintaining her oral ministrations to Barbara’s pussy.
“These invoices from Metro are totally fucked. I’m not paying them. Who’s she?” said Earl not taking his eyes off Stacy’s naked bottom.
“Well, get them corrected before you pay them. We can’t afford to piss off Metro. They provide about fifty percent of the product that sells. This is Serena Thornton. She’s interviewing for a dancer’s position,” said Barbara.
“You going to hire her? We’re short a girl. Raylene failed to show again,” said Earl reaching down to rub his cock.
“I know. She and her boyfriend are so fucked up on crank they’re worthless. I told Tice not to let her back in the building,” said Barbara.
“Good, she was a loser. You shouldn’t have hired her in the first place. This one’s pretty enough and I like the tits. How is she doing?” asked Earl rubbing his crotch.
“She’s want the job bad enough to eat my ass and yeah, she getting me there. Want a piece or do you plan to stand there playing with your peter,” asked Barbara?
“She don’t mind,” asked Earl?
“I’ll ask her,” said Barbara placing her hand under Stacy’s chin to lift her face. “Do you mind if my husband, Earl, fucks you while you eat me?”
“No, as long as I get the job, I don’t care who fucks me,” said Stacy.
“With that can do attitude, you’re going to have a bright future in adult entertainment,” said Barbara relaxing back onto the couch.
Stacy pushed her bottom against Earl as he slapped his penis down in the crack of her ass. She could feel him getting harder with each slap.
“You take a pill,” asked Barbara observing Earl’s hardening cock.
“Nope, don’t need one,” said Earl positioning his cock in Stacy’s slit. She rotated her pelvis to bring her opening into the proper position for rear entry.
“Bastard, how come you can get a hard on for her without a problem and you need pills to fuck me,” asked Barbara?
“I haven’t fucked her before,” said Earl feeling Stacy’s hand grasp his cock and guide it into her vagina.
“Nice and tight and warm, just the way I like it,” said Earl taking hold of Stacy’s hips to pull her onto his cock.
“Oh yeah,” grunted Stacy showing her approval when she felt Earl’s testicles slap again her vulva. She drew her belly button to her navel to contract her the muscles of her pelvic floor.
“Oh shit, that feels good, the whore’s got a nutcracker,” said Earl savoring the pressure surrounding his penis.
“Asshole, maybe I should take care of you like Serena did her old man. Put a cap right between your eyes. Get your tongue in my dirty pussy, Serena,” said Barbara pulling her labia apart offering access to Stacy’s tongue.
“Hey Barb, you know I love you and you’re my one and only. But Serena here is a strange piece of ass. Guys are always able to get a hard on for a piece they’ve never had before. I’ve been fucking you for fourteen years. You’re no longer strange,” said Earl.
“When you’re ready to shoot, climb up here and blow your load in my mouth,” said Barbara.
“What,” asked Earl?
“Don’t what me. I’m your wife and I’ve got first call on your spunk,” said Barbara.
“Didn’t you get to swallow enough paste when you were hooking,” asked Earl.
“Just do what the fuck I say,” said Barbara.
Stacy focused her mind and body on pleasing both her partners and getting them to orgasm. After several minutes, Earl climbed up on the couch moving quickly as he furiously stroked his cock. Barbara leaned forward sticking out her tongue. He hand was a blur as he worked to get himself off.
Stacy took hold of Earl’s testicles and gently squeezed them as her thumb pressed against his sphincter.
“Going to blow,” said Earl aiming at Barbara’s open mouth. Just as he released, Barbara engulfed his cockhead. Her cheeks hollowed as she drained his semen employing all the suction she could measure. Taking Earl’s semen combined with Stacy’s oral ministrations brought Barbara to orgasm.
As she climaxed she pushed Earl aside then using Stacy’s hair as a handle she pulled Stacy’s face to hers. Stacy instinctively knew what Barbara intended. She covered Barbara’s mouth with her own. Barbara hesitated a moment looking Stacy directly in the eyes then she released a mouthful of saliva and semen onto Stacy’s tongue.
“Don’t swallow. Spit it into my pussy,” said Barbara letting go of Stacy’s hair then rolling back on the couch lifting her legs. Stacy placed her mouth over Barbara’s vagina and spit the slimy fluid inside her.
“That’s disgusting. You two are a couple of pigs,” said Earl tucking his cock back into his trousers.
“Go away, Earl,” said Barbara. “Serena and I aren’t done.”
“Get me a Dr. Brown’s Cream Soda from the fridge,” said Barbara as soon as Earl left the room. “And get one for yourself.”
“Have I got the job,” asked Stacy handing Barbara the cold bottle before taking a drink of mineral water?
“Yeah, but we’re just getting started. You got me all worked up. Look in that cabinet behind you,” said Barbara taking a drink. Several drops of the amber liquid fell on her round belly.
When Stacy opened the metal cabinet, she immediately saw the doubled pronged strapon dildo on the top shelf next to a stack of legal pads and an unopened box of ballpoint pens.
“I assume you mean this,” said Stacy reaching for the strapon.
“Earl’s little pecker doesn’t ring my bell anymore not that it was ever wonderful or even close to wonderful,” said Barbara. “There’s a bottle of Wet on the shelf behind it.”
“Serious piece of hardware,” said Stacy slipping her end of the vaginal dildo into her sex, bringing it in contact with her G-spot.
“Salesman for Doc Johnson gave it to me a couple of months ago. It’s not part of their standard line, too extreme,” said Barbara throwing the couch cushions on to the floor before taking a position on her knees and elbows.
“Not for your average housewife,” said Stacy tightening the straps around her thighs and waist.
“Twelve inches in the cunt and ten in the ass,” said Barbara reaching back to separate her buttocks.
“These spines are sharp,” said Stacy running her hand over the surface.
“When your pussy and ass have seen as much pecker as mine, you’ll need something extra to get off,” said Barbara.
“How do you want it, slow and easy or fast and furious,” asked Stacy using her hand to coat both dildos with lubricant.
“Give it every thing you got, Serena. Make me bleed,” said Barbara as Stacy positioned the dildos in her openings then lunged forward impaling her to the max.
“Oh shit,” moaned Barbara reacting to the sharp pains emanating from deep inside her abdomen.

“When do I start,” asked Stacy a half hour later as she was pulling the tank top back over her head. The strapon on dildo rested on a hand towel. It was streaked with Barbara’s blood.
“How about right now,” said Barbara wiping off her pussy with a tissue? “We’re missing a dancer.”
“All right, but I don’t have a costume,” said Stacy.
“Dance naked, most of them do anyway. Go through the door down the hall and ask for Zena. She’ll show you what to do.”

***

“Skeletor is in Booth 5 and he wants to speak to the pretty red head,” said Zena handing the cordless phone to Stacy.
“Hello Skeletor,” said Stacy.
“Shit honey, we don’t call him that to his face. His name is Rubin,” said Zena laughing.
“Sorry, I meant Rubin. What can I do for you, Rubin?” said Stacy taking a position directly in front of Booth 5. She couldn’t see the person behind the Plexiglas. Only a vague shadow was visible. The customer controlled the translucence of the booth’s Plexiglas window. Once he fed bills into the machine, he could see the dancers but the dancers could not see him unless he pushed a lighted button marked Private. That caused the Plexiglas to change from translucent to clear.
“That so the boys with little weenies won’t feel embarrassed,” said Zena explaining how it worked.
“You’re new. What did you call me?” said the deep voice on the phone.
“I called you Rubin. The girls told me what a stud you are,” said Stacy.
“Skeletor was the evil ruler in Masters of the Universe,” said Rubin sounding hurt.
“No, you got it wrong. I was talking to one of the dancers about problems my mother is having with bone loss. It’s called osteoporosis. Women get it in their old age. I was explaining how her skeleton was losing calcium when Zena handed me the phone,” said Stacy.
“You’re lying. People can be so cruel,” said Rubin maintaining his hurt sound.
“Look, I’m sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll do anything you want,” said Stacy stepping very close to Booth 5 then turning back to the glass and bending over. She reached back with one hand to pull her butt cheeks apart exposing her anus.
“How,” asked Rubin?
“I don’t know. Suggest something,” said Stacy. “Whatever you want?”
“You’re very beautiful but sometimes beauty is only skin deep.”
“Thank you and you’re right. I was insensitive and rude. Now, can I show how sorry I am by getting you off in whatever way you chose?”
“I don’t know,” said Rubin.
“How about you only pay for a blowjob but you fuck me and forget the tip. I’ll be extra nice to you,” said Stacy.
“You’d do that,” asked Rubin?
“Yes, I’ll take extra special care of you,” said Stacy.
“All right, the door is open.”.
“Hope you got a strong stomach, Serena,” whispered Zena as Stacy reached for the door handle to Booth 5.
Zena’s warning didn’t quite prepare her for the sight of Rubin’s naked body. Stacy had already serviced several customers who were naked when she entered the booth.
“I was injured during the war. My Bradley hit a mine,” said Rubin immediately when he saw the shocked look on Stacy’s face. “I’ll understand if you want to leave.”
“Hideous scars and missing body parts,” parts was how Stacy summed up Rubin’s appearance to Portia that evening. “No hair, no eyebrows, one eye, no ears, a lipless round hole for a mouth, scar tissue everywhere, prosthesis for one arm and both legs, the fact that he could move at all was surprising. The good news is that his cock and balls were burned but still operational.”
“It’s okay,” said Stacy. “My name’s Serena. I’m new here. I apologize for what I said,” said Stacy stepping closer to the ruined body of what must have been at one time a handsome young man.
“I’ll understand if you don’t want to do anything with me. The neighbor’s kids call me Skeletor. So I must look like him,” said Rubin.
“Hey, its what inside a person that counts,” said Stacy kissing his ruined face as she pressed her naked body against him.
“Skeletor, at first I didn’t know who they were talking about so I looked it up on the Internet. I guess I do look like him. Some of the girls take one look at me and go right back out as fast as they came in.”
“Rubin, I’m not one of those girls,” said Stacy reaching down to take hold of his cock. “As long as this works, we’re good.”
“Here’s seventy,” said Rubin handing her the bills.
“I said I’d only charge you for a BJ and you can forget the tip,” said Stacy handing back a twenty.
“You’ll owe them money. They takes sixty percent and they watch everything so they know,” said Rubin pointing toward the ceiling. Stacy was surprised he knew about the cut and the overhead camera. “So if we fuck, you’ll owe them sixty dollars and you’re only making fifty. You’ll be out ten so keep it.” Rubin handed back the twenty.
“All right,” said Stacy putting the money in the clear plastic purse the Oasis required her to carry. “You want anything special.”
“I’ll let you decide,” said Rubin.
“Okay, let’s start with the old reliable,” said Stacy placing her arms around Rubin’s shoulders pulling his head to hers as she put her mouth on the small hole that served as his mouth. Tongues intertwined she reached down to take Rubin’s cock in her hand and began stroking it. Stacy felt metal pinchers of his prosthetic hand take hold of one nipple while fingers of his good hand grasped the other.
“God, that is so hot,’ said Stacy looking down at the stainless steel digits flattening her nipple.
“There are fetishists who get off on sex with people missing limbs,” explained Portia when Stacy told her about Rubin. “There was a girl, Trina, in my high school who lost a leg in a motorcycle accident. All the guys were dying to fuck the one legged girl. Years ago, there was a porn star missing a foot. Her screen name was Long Jean Silver. She used to fuck other girls with the stump. There’s another class of fetishists who are turned on by scars especially burns which are the worst, scar tissue wise”
“So in Rubin, I was covering two fetish bases at once. His scars were awful and he was missing quite a few of his body parts. All I can say is that I had no trouble getting off. When I straddled him and felt all that metal, I came like a rocket. Kissing him was a turn on too. It didn’t feel like a mouth just a hole and his tongue must have been burned because one side was hard scar tissue.”
“How was it,” asked Zena when Stacy returned to the dance floor.
“Great, he was the best I’ve had so far today,” said Stacy.


Chapter 56 Bachelor Party

“Darren, what the fuck is going on,” asked the young woman stamping her foot to emphasize her point? When Stacy turned her head slightly to the side, she could see several more women standing slightly behind the speaker. Unlike Stacy and the other two escorts, they were fully and nicely dressed. They also looked a little drunk. Some more than a little judging the way they were holding on to the furniture to remain upright.
The question in Stacy’s mind was what are they doing at Darren’s bachelor party.
“Jesus, Cliff, it’s a good thing Samantha and Jayson aren’t here to see what their father is doing,” said a slightly older women standing beside the woman who spoke first.
“Helen, what the hell are you doing here,” asked Darren who was too drunk to loosen his grip on Stacy’s head?
Stacy’s mouth was open, tongue flattened, to receive what Darren termed a good old fashioned skull fucking.
“Ever been skull fucked, Serena? Had a big cock rammed down your throat till you choke on it,” asked Darren placing his hands the sides of her head.
“Have at it, baby,” said Stacy. “You’re the groom.”
Saliva cascaded down his cock landing on of the groomsmen underneath Stacy. Stacy was in the mood for rough treatment and being throat fucked qualified. They had just gotten into a good rhythm when they were interrupted.
The groomsmen named Tyler was underneath Stacy sucking hard on her clit while Darren’s older brother and best man Cliff was crouching at her butt happily pounding it home dog style. Stacy was jerking Tyler off occasionally switching her mouth from Darren’s cock to his.
Stacy was a little drunk herself but she was aware Darren was scheduled to marry someone named Helen tomorrow morning at St. Patrick’s Cathedral in what was considered the wedding of the New York social season.
She also knew that Darren’s older brother and best man Cliff had a firm grip on her hips and was furiously pounding his cock in her pussy occasionally delivering a hard and painful but welcome slap to her flank. His thumb was firmly encased in her anus.

Two other members of the bachelor party were standing close by waiting their turn. They occasionally reached in to fondle the breasts everyone had admired since Stacy took her bra off.
“Dammit, what the fuck,” said an exasperated Stacy. It was a rough hot sweaty foursome and her head was into the experience. Now she was going to have to stop and try to re-establish control.
She and two other girls from Cosmopolitan were working a bachelor party in the Prince of Wales Suite of the Park Plaza Hotel. It had all been very last minute and it was coming at the end of a busy day and night.
Two hours earlier Stacy had been sound asleep in the back of a stretch limousine when her cell phone rang. It was her second week of working for Cosmopolitan Escorts. She’d handled four appointments since her shift began at six.
The last had been with a Japanese businessman who insisted she in his words, “pop him twice.” He was in his sixties and the second time had taken her best efforts plus the insertion of an inflatable butt plug in his skinny behind. He wanted anal only and his penis never entered her vagina. He paid her double for anal and tipped her five hundred dollars. He also promised to tell all his associates in Tokyo about her.
At his request she had written, ‘Serena G.’ on a half dozen of the escort service business card for him to distribute when he returned to Tokyo.
Escorting at night while dancing for six hours during the day was exhausting. Stacy conserved her strength by sleeping on the limousine’s backseat between appointments. The limo was parked on a quiet side street in the lower east side of Manhattan.
“Shit,” whispered Stacy groggily reaching for the phone lying on the console. It was almost eleven. If no one called by midnight, Malcolm, her handsome but surly Afro-American driver would take her back to the apartment and she could curl up with Portia and sleep. Malcolm would be expecting a piece of tail when they pulled up to the curb at her place; but that was something she was looking forward to.
Malcolm was a student at NYU studying computer science. He was seated in the front with an open textbook on his lap when Stacy’s phone rang. On her first night as a working girl, Malcolm had climbed into the back seat when they returned to Stacy and Portia’s temporary residence.
Barbara Somers had mentioned her limo driver would expect a freebie at the end of the shift. “Give Malcolm a quick blowjob and send him on his way. Take care of him and he’ll take good care of you.”
The possibility of getting the shit beat out of you was one of the hazards associated with prostitution. In case of trouble, there was a panic button on Stacy’s pager that was supposed to bring Malcolm in like the Seventh Calvary. But Stacy hadn’t encountered any trouble thus far and Malcolm’s obvious contempt for the stupid whore in the back irritated her.
“Come here, white bitch. I got something for you to suck on,” said Malcolm placing his hand on the back of Stacy’s head to pull her toward his crotch. He’d unzipped his trousers and pulled his cock out as he entered the limo. Even in the dim light of the limo’s interior, Stacy could see he was magnificently equipped and she felt a certain warm sensation well up between her thighs. Still, she felt the need to put Malcolm in his place.
“Get me off first,” said Stacy shaking his hand off then hiking up her skirt as she leaned back in the seat placing her legs on the car door’s arm rests. She exposed her sex by the simple act of pulling the crotch of her thong to one side then used her forked fingers to spread her labia. “Eat me, Malcolm.”
“Look, Serena, Malcolm Price don’t go down especially on some nasty slut been fucking in the back seat of a limo all night,” said Malcolm. In her first appointment, Stacy had sold sex to a busy lawyer in the backseat. There were instances where Cosmopolitan provided both transportation and sex to busy New Yorkers. It was a stretch limo and there was plenty of room for Stacy to spread out. While she was riding the lawyer’s cock, Stacy caught a glimpse of Malcolm watching her. He had lowered the driver’s partition ever so slightly. Stacy didn’t doubt he had jerked off at what he saw. She rather admired his skill at maneuvering the ungainly vehicle through Manhattan’s crowded streets with only one hand on the wheel.
“My last fuck was in a hotel room and I douched. I’m clean as the cunt you came out of,” said Stacy smiling.
“I told you, Serena. Malcolm doesn’t go down. I don’t give a shit if you scrubbed that coochie of yours out with toilet bowl cleaner. Now get over here and get busy polishing my knob. I got an exam tomorrow and I need to get some rest.”
“A hundred to eat my pussy,” said Stacy holding up a Ben Franklin.
“You’re crazy, bitch,” said Malcolm.
“I’m just horny. All night I’ve been thinking how good it would be for you to put that pink tongue of yours in my hole,” said Stacy.
“Ain’t going to happen,” said Malcolm. But Stacy could tell he was thinking hard about the money
“Two hundred,” said Stacy adding a second bill to the one in her hand. Stacy used her other hand to rub her sex. “Lots of black men love to eat pussy. My husband Rodney was black. He liked to eat me when it was full of jism. I used to save him a creampie at the end of the night. I’d come in all hot and sweaty from working lower Sunset and sit on his face.”
“He must have been one sick motherfucker,” said Malcolm. “Even for two hundred, I won’t put my mouth on that filthy twat of yours.”
“Five hundred, college boy,” said Stacy adding three more bills. “That’s more than you probably earn in a week working at Cosmopolitan.”
“You’re one fucking insane whore. You’re going to pay me five hundred dollars to eat your pussy.”
“Yes, now bury your face in my dirty twat, Malcolm,” said Stacy reaching for the back of Malcolm’s head and pulling him toward her sex. Malcolm’s hand reached for the money as he brought his mouth to her sex and began to lick up and down her slit.
“Nice,” said Stacy. “Now just keep licking and sucking until I get off. Then I’ll suck your cock and you can fuck me anyway you want. That includes anal if you’re in the mood to travel the chocolate highway.”
The next night oral sex had only cost Stacy two hundred dollars. Since then Malcolm had been willing and even eager to perform cunnilingus and analingus for free. But Stacy always tipped Malcolm two hundred dollars after they had fucked.
Stacy concluded prostitution was an exhausting job with the potential to become tedious after a few weeks. Still some of her dates had been interesting enough that she had awakened a sleeping Portia to describe what happened. Last night’s had been particularly bizarre.
“Are you Serena from Cosmopolitan,” asked a female voice speaking in a mid Western accent from behind the closed hotel door where Stacy had knocked? She was on the concierge level of one of Manhattan’s most upscale hotels. Getting the bell captain to take her to the concierge level had cost her a quickie in an empty room.
“Yes, I’m from Cosmopolitan,” Stacy answered somewhat surprised the voice was female. According to Barbara Somers, requests for lesbian sex by female business executives were becoming more common but still infrequent.
“It’s her, Paul. You’re sure you’re willing to go through with this,” said the voice on the other side of the door. Apparently she was not aware that Stacy could hear her in the hotel hallway.
“Is she pretty,” asked a male voice that must have been Paul?
“From what I can tell through this tiny hole, yes, very much so,” said the woman.
“Well this is your idea, Cathy. I suggest you don’t keep your hooker waiting,” said Paul.
“Be nice, Paul. And remember, after tonight this never happened and we are never to mention it again,” said Cathy.
“Yeah, yeah, now open the door for Chrissakes,” said Paul.
“Hello dear, please come in and have a seat,” said Cathy opening the door and standing aside. “I’m Cathy and this is my husband Paul,” she said as soon as Stacy stepped into the well-appointed hotel room. Cathy was dressed like she had just been to dinner in an expensive restaurant. Paul was seated on the couch watching a football game on television that he turned off as soon as he saw Stacy.
“I’m Serena,” said Stacy shaking the hand of a plump fiftyish woman and then that of her husband who was a good-looking slender muscular man of approximately the same age. He was wearing a suit and tie. Stacy sat down on the couch. When she crossed her legs, the hem rose up past the lace tops of her stay up hose drawing the attention of both Paul and Cathy.
They may be an all American older couple but they are both horny as hell thought Stacy taking a quick glance around the room. It was a standard mini-suite, the kind she had been in more than once in the last few days. They were in the small living room seated in a couch and chair grouping facing a television screen. Stacy could see the bedroom through the doorway. The turn down service must have been by because there was a chocolate mint on each pillow.
“Would you like something to drink,” asked Cathy? “I’ve opened a bottle of chardonnay.”
“No thank you, I wasn’t expecting a couple,” said Stacy.
“Oh, I hope we didn’t do anything wrong. I knew we should have mentioned that to the nice lady on the phone at your escort service. Is it a problem?” said Cathy as she sat down across from Stacy. Cathy allowed her skirt to ride up revealing her generous white thighs above her stay up hose.
“No, not at all, I’m just a little surprised that’s all. A couple is fine,” said Stacy.
“Serena, as you probably have figured out, this is all new to us,” said Paul admiring Stacy’s legs and breasts that were clearly on display in her tight and short knit coordinates. “I would like to add you are an exceptionally beautiful woman.”
“Thank you, Paul. That’s sweet. I’m here to make sure you enjoy yourself and have good memories of your stay in the Big Apple,” said Stacy.
“So you need to guide us through how this works. You are our first prostitute. Oh, I should have said escort. Sorry, I don’t mean to be rude,” said Cathy.
“I understand. I normally start by discussing what you want to do and how much it will cost,” said Stacy. “Payment is required before we begin.”
“The lady on the phone said the basic price was three hundred dollars,” said Cathy.
“Yes, three hundred is what I charge for a half and half,” said Stacy.
“That’s oral followed by regular sex. I read that somewhere,” said Cathy.
“Correct, of course that’s three hundred per person. Anal is another two hundred and anything kinky is negotiable,” said Stacy.
“If I understand you correctly, a half and half for both of us would cost six hundred dollars and if Paul has anal sex with you it would total out at eight hundred,” said Cathy speaking from her years of experience at managing the complicated finances of a multi-million dollar agribusiness.
“Too much,” asked Stacy feeling a little guilty about charging what appeared to be a nice couple that amount?
“No, we came to New York knowing it was very expensive. The lady on the phone also mentioned a tip was expected,” said Cathy.
“You can forget the tip,” said Stacy.
“Look Serena, just because we’re from Kansas, it doesn’t mean we can’t afford to pay our way,” said Paul sounding a little miffed.
“I’m sure you can and I’m sorry if I offended you,” said Stacy.
“How long will you stay,” asked Paul?
“Paul, Cathy, let’s cut to the chase. I’ve got a thing for married couples from America’s heartland. For six hundred, I’ll stay until you are both completely sexually satisfied. I’ll take my time and not rush. Sexually, I’ll do anything you like, oral, vaginal, and anal. It’s nine thirty now. Malcolm, my driver, will not expect me back until midnight,” said Stacy realizing she should be charging well over a thousand dollars.
“All right,” said Cathy reaching for her purse. Stacy watched as she counted out eight one hundred dollar bills and handed them to her.
“Thank you,” said Stacy slipping the bills into her purse. “How would you like to start?”
“Oh I don’t know. Suggest something,” said Cathy.
“I’ve taken a pill so I’ll be able to shoot more than once,” said Paul.
“We were hardly having sex at all before Doctor Werner diagnosed Paul with erectile dysfunction and gave him a prescription. Since then we’ve been going at it like rabbits.”
“Christ, Cathy, do you have to tell everyone that,” said Paul.
“Well, it is true,” said Cathy holding her ground.
“Let’s take Paul into the bedroom and undress him. We’ll both get him off orally. Then he can lie on the bed and watch us undress one another and sixty-nine. I assume, Paul, you want to see me and Cathy get it on,” said Stacy.
“He has been after me to have sex with Florence Taylor for years but Florence is such a gossip. The whole county would know about it the next day,” said Cathy.
During the course of several hours of sex with Cathy and Paul, Stacy learned they owned and operated a sixteen hundred acre wheat farm outside of Liberal, Kansas. They were celebrating their thirtieth wedding anniversary. The trip to NY was a gift from their three sons and two daughters. Cathy had used the hotel’s Internet connection and the laptop computer she brought to monitor wheat futures to locate Cosmopolitan’s WEB site.
It had gone about as Stacy had expected. Paul had stood by the bed while the two women undressed him. Years of physical farm labor had left him with an excellent physique. He was lean and long with a nice smooth cock with a classic mushroom head.
“I bet you love to suck this,” said Stacy admiring Paul’s member as she slowly stroked it to erection.
“It is a beauty. Over the years I’ve gotten to know every square inch of it,” said Cathy.
Once Paul was naked, Stacy brought the three of them into an embrace. Her tongue roamed from Cathy’s to Paul’s mouth and back. The two farmers adapted surprisingly quickly to the scene. Stacy attacked Paul’s nipples as she continued to stroke his now fully erect cock. Stacy lifted Cathy’s skirt to her hips then slipped her fingers under the leg band of her panty. Her fingers encountered a hot wet pussy and when she touched Cathy’s clit a loud moan filled the room.
“I hope these walls are thick. Cathy can get loud when she’s enjoying herself,” said Paul.
“Look, Cathy, there a clear drop of precum,” said Stacy before leaning down and scooping it off with the tip of her tongue. Cathy leaned forward and touched the tip of her tongue to Stacy’s.
“I knew you’d find the best whores in New York City,” said Paul watching intently as Stacy and his wife tongue kissed.
“On the bed, Paul,” said Stacy when they had removed every stitch of his clothing. Paul lay back with his legs hanging over the side.
“You’re a lucky woman, Cathy, to have all this to yourself,” said Stacy slowly stroking Paul’s member then licking around the head. “I love the way the mushroom head flares out.”
“All the Cartwright’s have one of those,” said Cathy.
“Cathy dated my older brother before we got together,” said Paul as way of explanation as to how Cathy would know that.
“Samuel was killed during the Tet Offensive,” said Cathy.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” said Stacy holding Paul’s cock for Cathy to lick.
“I thought it was beautiful the first time I saw it. I let him have me on the third date and that was in spite of the fact I promised my mom I’d stay a virgin until I got engaged.”
“That was Samuel not me. The truth is she put out for me on our first date. She raped me. I was an innocent young farm boy,” said Paul enjoying Stacy’s masturbatory technique.
“Let’s show Paul how much we appreciate him,” said Stacy kneeling down. Stacy helped Cathy get to her knees.
“I’ve never done anything like this,” said Cathy.
“You’ve never orally serviced this wonderful instrument,” asked Stacy licking down one side of Paul’s cock.
“Yes, of course, but not with another girl. What do we do?”
“We share his cock, balls and butthole. For starters you suck his left nut and I’ll take the right,” said Stacy. “We begin with butt hole play then we lick and suck his penis until he blows his load.”
Stacy taught Cathy to orally coordinate with her so there were always two mouths working on various parts of Paul’s manhood.
“This is incredible,” said Paul enjoying the sensation of two hungry mouths.
“Paul, have you ever had two girls stick their fingers in your ass at the same time,” asked Stacy.
“No, can’t say as I have,” said Paul.
“Lift your legs and grab hold of your big toes,” said Stacy.
“Like this,” asked Paul getting into position with an ease that surprised Stacy?
“Perfect, what a cute brown eye. Give it a kiss, Cathy,” said Stacy pulling Paul’s buttocks apart.
Paul let out a long moan when Cathy passed her saliva-coated tongue across his anus. He moaned even louder when he sensed both women were licking his sphincter.
“Hold him open, Cathy,” said Stacy directing her to pull open her husband’s sphincter.
“Oh Jesus that feels good,” said Paul when he felt Stacy’s tongue slipping in and out his anus.
“Now it’s Cathy’s turn to eat butt,” said Stacy changing places.
Cathy and Stacy began to exchange deep kisses as they performed analingus on Paul.
“Let’s keep our index fingers inside his asshole while she suck him off,” said Stacy before she captured Paul’s cock head in her mouth.
A few minutes of coordinated oral combined with the pressure of two female digits on his prostate caused Paul to release his semen in Stacy’s mouth.
“Watch us, Paul,” said Stacy holding the semen on her tongue. When Paul raised his head, Stacy pulled Cathy into an embrace and they kissed while maintaining eye contact with Paul. Stacy deliberately smeared Paul’s semen over their mouths.
“Shit, just like in a porn film,” exclaimed Paul before allowing his head to fall back on the bed.
“We need some music,” said Stacy locating her favorite Latino radio station on the suite’s sound system.
“I’ll lead,” said Stacy taking Cathy into her arms. She allowed the older woman to rest her head on her shoulder as they slowly danced around the room. It was a slow rumba and Stacy took her time allowing her mind to focus on the erotic nature of what she was doing.
Stacy started to kiss Cathy as they danced. Paul lay on the large bed stroking his cock watching the women dance.
“I’m going to undress you as we dance,” said Stacy reaching behind Cathy to unzip her dress.
By the time the song ended, Cathy was wearing her hose and jewelry. Stacy shed her clothes quickly. The two women held each other and kissed as they danced.
“Let’s get on the bed and sixty nine,” suggested Stacy as the song ended.
“I want to be your bitch so I’ll take the bottom,” said Cathy.
Stacy straddled the housewife lowering her sex until Cathy’s tongue touched her sex. Paul was laying beside them his leg touching Stacy’s. His cock was hard again.
“Suck my clit, bitch,” said Stacy positioning her clitoris within reach of Cathy’s mouth. Cathy eagerly complied.
“Your wife likes to eat pussy, Paul, and she’s good at it,” said Stacy reaching down to rub Cathy’s clit.
“I knew she would. She just needed to try it once,” said Paul. “Florence said she was willing.”
“Now for my ass,” said Stacy moving her hips as she reached back to separate her buttocks. Stacy immediately felt the presence of Cathy’s tongue on her sphincter.
“That’s right, Cathy, a good bitch can’t get her tongue far enough up her dyke’s ass. Show Paul what a pig slut you are,” said Stacy changing her position slightly to give him a clear view. “What do you think, Paul? You like watching Cathy suck my asshole?”
“Shit yes, she’s a slut and I love her for it,” said Paul fisting his cock as he watched his wife’s tongue licking Stacy’s sphincter.
Stacy took hold of Cathy’s legs and lifted them before placing her mouth on Cathy’s clit. Stacy relaxed and wet the older woman’s anus with her mouth then worked an index finger past her anal ring. Cathy shouted a long string of expletives as she orgasmed. Leaving her to recover, Stacy straddled Paul allowing his cock to sink into her pussy.
A few minutes before midnight, Stacy tiptoed out of the suite leaving the snoring couple sound asleep.
It was later when Portia was licking Malcolm’s semen from her hard working vagina Stacy told Portia about the couple from Kansas who were in agribusiness.


Chapter 57 Comping The Bell Captain

“Ever worked a bachelor party, Serena,” asked Charlene, the dispatcher, as soon as Stacy answered her cell phone? Stacy had never met Charlene but her throaty voice and blasé manner caused Stacy to picture an overweight housewife dressed in a flowered housecoat with a cigarette dangling out the side of her mouth.
“Yes, a couple of times,” said Stacy lying. “I’ve only done a few parties. They’re not exactly my thing,” said Stacy hoping to get out of the trick. She was tired and she pictured herself on her knees having to service a long line of drunken obnoxious males.
“Tough titty, they want three girls and they’re paying top dollar. That means Chantal, Laurie, and you better get your butts over to the Park Plaza. Ask for the Bell Captain, Isaac. Comp him a Franklin. And one of you has to give him a piece of tail,” said Charlene.
“Which one of us gets to fuck Isaac,” asked Stacy?
“His choice, but based on the amount we just billed Clifford L. Myers’ Platinum American Express, he can have all three of you as far as Cosmo is concerned,” said Charlene.
“Is that who we ask for, Clifford Myers, when we get to the suite,” asked Stacy?
“Yes, he’s the groom’s best man and older brother,” said Charlene.
“Isn’t this a little last minute,” asked Stacy wary about the situation and pressing for additional information?
“Well I shouldn’t tell you this but this bunch originally planned to party at Scores,” said Charlene.
“Scores, what’s Scores?”
“I keep forgetting you just got here from LA and don’t know shit about New York. Scores is a strip joint, a nicer one. They mop the jism off the floor at least once a month.”
“So why aren’t they at Scores, getting blowjobs in the VIP Lounge,” asked Stacy?
“They got kicked out according to Clifford,” said Charlene.
“Why?”
“Don’t know. He didn’t say.”
“Couldn’t have been for beating the living shit out of stripper,” asked Stacy?
“Who the fuck knows? Anyway, they planned to crash at the Plaza after they emptied their gun at Scores. Now there are twelve horny guys waiting to hop your bones. Bon appetit you lucky whore,” said Charlene ending the call.
Later, Stacy learned the drunk out of his mind groom had slipped behind the bar at Scores and urinated in the ice. That was considered unacceptable behavior even for a free spending bachelor party. The bouncers had unceremoniously tossed the participants onto the pavement.
“Park Plaza, Malcolm,” said Stacy. “I’ve got a wedding party to fuck.”
Stacy spotted the other two limos with Cosmo plates as they pulled into the entrance. As soon as Malcolm stopped, Chantal and Laurie exited their limo and entered Stacy’s. Their limos immediately sped off.
“Looks like you have to drive everyone home,” said Stacy.
“Not a problem, “ said Malcolm. “My Johnson can handle the three of you.”
“This may run a little late, Malcolm. I hope you don’t have any early classes tomorrow,” said Stacy.
“I was planning to stay up all night and study for my world history mid term,” said Malcolm. “It’s not till one in the afternoon.”
Stacy hugged and kissed Chantal who introduced her to Laurie. Stacy and Chantal had met once before when a customer requested two girls. The trick had involved some intense girl on girl action that included the John’s extensive collection of anal love beads. After each set of beads had been pulled from a girl’s ass, the John stored it in a sealable freezer bag saving it for the future.
Afterwards, Stacy had coffee with Chantal in the hotel coffee shop. Chantal’s real name was Ida Swanson. She had left Lacrosse, Wisconsin eighteen months ago to seek her fortune in the Big Apple. She was a petite Nordic blonde who had won several beauty contests and been first runner up in the Miss Wisconsin pageant. Since arriving in the city, Chantal had changed her name and made enough working as an escort to finance a breast augmentation and a tummy tuck.
Stacy did not know the other girl, Laurie, but was immediately attracted to her exotic looks. Laurie reminded Stacy of Adriana except Laurie was taller and had more pronounced indigenous facial features. Later, on a break between fucks, Stacy learned Laurie was also an undocumented alien from Honduras.
Her family’s politics resulted in her husband and she being snatched off the streets of Tegucigalpa. She spent a month in a tiny rat infested cell where she was gang raped, beaten, and had her genitals tortured with electricity. They were finally released with the understanding they would leave Honduras and not return.
Her husband attended a local college and bartended at night. But it was Laurie’s earning from the Oasis and Cosmopolitan Escorts that supported them.
“We’re looking for Isaac,” said Stacy when they reached the bell captain’s station in the ornate hotel lobby. Stacy recalled staying at the hotel when she was a little girl. A shopping trip to New York for Christmas was part of the Todd holiday ritual. Her parents would take her to the F.A. O. Schwartz store two blocks away. Somehow, any toy she touched magically showed up under the Christmas tree back in Weston.
Now I’m back at that same hotel thought Stacy but this time I’m going upstairs and encourage a dozen men I’ve never met to stick their cocks in me. I’ve certainly changed since those days.
“You from Cosmopolitan,” asked the uniformed individual wearing a badge containing the information Isaac Winston and Bell Captain?
“Yes, that’s us,” said Chantal.
“Good, hold on,” said Isaac who then proceeded to press his intercom button and say, “Marty, Leon, three zero three, Room 1246.”
“What was that all about,” asked Stacy thinking she knew already?
“I was just telling a couple of buddies to meet us,” said Isaac.
“I thought you were the only one we had to comp,” said Laurie speaking with only the slightest of a Central American accent.
“That wasn’t my understanding. Follow me,” said Isaac leading the three of us toward the elevators.
“Are your buddies expecting financial remuneration too,” asked Stacy as soon as the four were alone on the elevator?
“Just pussy for them. Give me the money now,” said Isaac.
“This better be quick. They’re expecting us,” said Stacy handing Isaac a hundred dollar bill.
“It will be,” said Isaac grabbing his crotch as they exited the elevator on the twelfth floor.
Marty and Leon were already there when they arrived. It was a single room with a king sized bed.
“I want the red head,” said the tall thin freckled bellman wearing the name Marty on his employee badge. His companion was shorter with a stockier muscular body.
“Don’t get greedy. We’ll swap around,” said Isaac. “That way everyone gets a piece of all three.”
“We don’t have time for that,” said Laurie anxious to get upstairs and earn what she hoped would be serious money.
“Charlene said I could do whatever the fuck I wanted. Now the three of you line up by the bed and get down on your knees like good little hookers. Pull you tops up so we can play with your tits while you blow us,” said Isaac.
“Three pieces of ass for a referral is a bit much,” protested Chantal.
“Just go with it,” said Stacy to the others as she knelt down then pulled her sweater up over her bra. Stacy slipped her breasts out of the cups exposing them. “Arguing will only cost us time. Come here, Isaac, let me see your cock.”
Reluctantly, Chantal and Laurie followed Stacy’s lead and exposed their breasts as they knelt by the bed. Laurie’s large chocolate brown areola caught Stacy’s eye. The covered the entire top of her breast. Stacy pictured her mouth sucking one of those dark beauties while Portia attacked the other.
“Good, you two listen to red or Leon will get angry. And the last time, a hooker pissed Leon off he knocked out her front teeth,” said Isaac as he unzipped his trousers and took a position in front of Stacy.
“Nobody needs to get angry. We’ll drain your tank,” said Stacy reaching into Isaac’s trousers to remove his uncircumcised cock. She pushed the foreskin back and licked the head.
“Like Stacy said, we’ll get you off and be on our way,” said Laurie passing his lips and tongue along the side of Leon’s cock before taking the head in her mouth.
“Yummy, uncut dick has a flavor all its own,” said Stacy flicking her tongue across the tip several times as she massaged his ball sack while working the foreskin back and forth as she applied long strokes. As his pecker came to life and the foreskin moved back, Stacy took the head into her mouth wrapping her lips in on the underside of the mushroom lip.
Using her tongue, lips, and the insides of her cheeks, Stacy focused her oral energy on bring Isaac to orgasm. Stacy was gratified to see and hear Laurie and Chantal following her lead. Laurie was playing handball with Leon’s testicles while her mouth was performing long smooth strokes on his shaft ending with her lips buried in his pubic hair. Her throat muscles were squeezing the head allowing tiny drops of precum to free-fall into her passageway.
“That’s the way, bitch. All the way to your gullet,” said Leon.
Marty’s short fat cock was pumping in and out of Chantal’s mouth. Sporadically, he was removing it from her mouth and slapping it against the side of her face as she looked hungrily in Marty’s eyes. Chantal had a talent for convincing a John that sucking his cock was the most awesome experience of her life.
The sound of the three whores noisily performing oral sex filled the room. Stacy did not neglect the psychology of a good blowjob. She established eye contact with Isaac as she licked up and down the shaft. Her facial expression conveyed the impression having his pecker in her mouth brought her into a state of ecstasy.
“Guys want to believe that women adore sucking cock, especially theirs,” was how Portia described it. As usual with Stacy her imagination and reality merged and she lost herself in making mouth love to Isaac’s penis.
“God this bitch can suck dick,” exclaimed Isaac his hand clutching Stacy’s hair. “I can feel her sucking all the way to my asshole.”
“Let’s swap,” said Marty. “I want some of that.”
“All right,” said Isaac reluctantly taking his penis out of Stacy’s mouth and moving to Chantal. Marty’s cock went from Laurie’s mouth to Stacy’s. A minute or two later, they moved again and Stacy found herself licking Leon’s shaft and balls.
“Get up on the bed, I want to finish in your cunt,” said Isaac pulling Chantal to her feet then pushing her back onto the mattress.
“Me too,” said Leon reaching under Stacy’s armpits to lift her up. Marty followed the others.
Time being of the essence, the three experienced whores hiked their skirts as they stood up then fell spreading their legs. Stacy was in the middle, her shoulders touching those of the other girls. She was wearing the type of panty preferred by hookers. The loose material of the narrow band covering her pussy could easily be pushed aside. With one hand she deftly uncovered her hole spreading her labia as the other hand guided Leon’s cock into her opening.
“Come to Serena, baby. She needs that big dick in her hole,” said Stacy wrapping her legs around his waist and pulling him into her. In a brief moment, the three bellmen were standing at the edge of the bed thrusting their cocks into the women.
“She’s good,” breathed Leon his hands working Stacy’s breasts. “Where they from, Isaac?”
“Cosmopolitan,” said Isaac pumping his cock into Chantal. “I did a referral for a party upstairs.”
“They always have good pussy,” said Marty his hands working Laurie’s breasts as he fucked her. “She’s got big browns like my girl friend. I love big browns.” Marty leaned down to take the end of Laurie’s breast in his mouth.
“Yeah, pump it, red. Fuck my dick,” said Leon slamming his cock into Stacy. “These three aren’t half bad.”
“Fuck me harder, Leon, Go deep, baby. I need your dick in me,” cried Stacy pulling him into her each time he thrust forward. She combined that with a pelvic rotation and a contraction of abdominal muscles grunting loudly each time Leon’s cock bottomed against her cervix.
“Shit, she’s hot,” said Leon. “This one’s a cock crusher.”
“Here, let’s swap,” said Isaac taking his cock out of Chantal.
Chantal and Laurie took their cue from Stacy and in a matter of moments, the three bellmen ejaculated.
It was less than five minutes after Stacy passed a towelette over her vagina, repositioned her panty crotch, slipped her tits back in the bra and pushed her sweater and skirt down that she pressed the doorbell of the Prince of Wales Suite. Leon had deposited a generous load in her cunt. At the moment, a stream of it had managed to travel down her leg into her shoe.
“It’s about fucking time,” said Cliff throwing the door open and standing aside. He didn’t look happy or sober.
“We’ll make it up to you, baby,” said Stacy putting her arms around Cliff. “I’m Serena. This is Chantal and Laurie.”
“You better, I gave your agency my platinum card,” said Cliff.
The suite was huge with a spiral staircase leading upstairs to what Stacy assumed was a master bedroom. The rest of the party was sitting in the living room watching porn on a wall sized plasma television and smoking cigars. Food and a full bar were arranged on a buffet server along one wall. Another wall was all glass affording a spectacular view of Central Park. Someone muted the DVD player as the three entered.
Stacy did a quick head count, twelve drunk and horny guys a manageable number for three hookers. They were also young. Cliff was the oldest of the group and she guessed him in his early thirties. There were several bottles of premium liquor and beer on the coffee table in front of the U-shaped couch.
“Mind if we have a drink to catch up to you guys,” asked Stacy walking over to the table to pick up a bottle of tequila. She poured three shots. The three downed a shot.
Stacy felt a hand reaching up her skirt. She looked at the hand’s owner and spoke. “I hope you and your friends are in the mood to fuck because we desperately need some cock. Don’t we ladies?”
“Fucking right we do,” said Chantal.
“And we like to get down and dirty,” said Laurie.
Stacy poured three more shots and the three downed them. Deciding to take charge of the situation and get the party started, she looked around the room then spoke in a loud clear voice.
“Hello everyone, I’m Serena from Cosmopolitan Escorts. My friends and I are here to fuck your brains out,” said Stacy.
“I love you, Serena. I’m Mike. Fuck me first,” shouted one of the men.
“Mike, I plan on doing all of you before I leave. Let me introduce my girl friends. This beautiful blonde is Chantal who loves to suck and fuck. And for you guys who like something hot from South of the Border, we have Laurie who just can’t get enough dick. She’ll be ever so grateful if you just keep her holes filled. As for me I’ll do anything you want, the nastier the better. But I love anal so please don’t neglect my backdoor. Now, which one of you is the groom?” asked Stacy.
“Yo, I’m Darren, getting married tomorrow,” answered an obviously drunk male in his early twenties who was sprawled across the couch.
“Well, we are going to take very good care of you,” said Stacy sitting down in Darren’s lap. Quickly, Stacy pulled up her sweater and pushed down her bra pressing her breasts against Darren’s face. “Like my tits,” she asked. Darren responded by taking one of Stacy’s nipples in his mouth and sucking it.
“How about we begin by dancing for you,” asked Stacy holding Darren’s head as he attached her breasts. Her areolas were covered in his saliva.
“Good idea,” said Cliff moving toward the sound system.
“Latin,” said Stacy. “Something slow and sexy.”
Cliff looked down through a printed list of music then keyed a number in and pressed the play button. The sounds of The Girl From Ipanema, a soft Brazilian samba, filled the large room. Stacy stood up, kicked her shoes off and stepped up on the coffee table directly in front of the groom.
Darren watched her intently as she began to move to the music. Chantal and Laurie joined Stacy. They danced for a while then began to strip on another. As they unclothed, they tongue kissed one other and rubbed each other’s pussy. One of the men stood up and began to take off his clothes. The others quickly followed. By the third song, the men were naked and masturbating as they watched the girl’s dance.
“Serena, I love your pussy,” said Darren jerking his hard cock?
“Put your finger in it and see how tight it is,” said Stacy placing her foot on the back of the couch by his head. She leaned forward bringing her vulva almost touching his face.
Darren leaned forward to bury his face between Stacy’s thighs. As he reached around to grab her buttocks he let out an animal cry muffled when she took hold of the back of his head pushing his mouth against her hole
“Finger my hole,” ordered Stacy backing off slightly.
“Darren extended his index finger then rather theatrically slipped it inside Stacy’s vagina. Stacy sucked her belly button to her backbone as she contracted the muscles of her pelvic floor.
“Oh fuck, she’s tight,” shouted Darren.
“And we’re going first with her, bro,” said Cliff pulling Stacy onto the floor. As Stacy helped the brothers mount her she saw the remaining males rush to pull Laurie and Chantal off the table.
Stacy straddled a well-endowed man who identified himself as Darren’s best friend Tyler. She let out a sigh of pleasure as the hard column of male flesh traversed her vagina, its head coming to rest at the entrance to her uterus. Darren’s cock was positioned at her lips so Stacy opened her mouth and captured the mushroom head. Her tongue went to work on his piss hole.
Stacy felt two male hands separate her buttocks. The sound and feel of warm spit landing in her anus quickly followed.
“I love the backdoor,” said Cliff pressing his cockhead against Stacy’s sphincter.
“That’s because Linda won’t get you fuck her ass,” said Darren laughing.
“Like Helen will. Both sisters are anal-phobic,” said Cliff forcing his cockhead past Stacy’s sphincter. “Oh shit, she’s tight.”
“You’re brothers marrying sisters,” asked Stacy taking Darren’s cock out of her mouth for a second?
“Yeah, weird huh,” said Darren. “Keep sucking, bitch.”
“I’m going to cum,” said the man underneath Stacy.
“Shit, Tyler, you could never last a New York minute. No wonder Beth fucks around on you,” said Cliff.
Stacy contracted her abdomen causing her kegles to grasp Tyler’s cock as a quantity of semen exited.
“This one has a talented pussy,” said Tyler. “She milked the cum right out of me.”
“This one has a name and it is Serena,” said Stacy giving Tyler’s cock a power squeeze as it softened and popped out of her vagina.
“Her ass is just as tight,” said Cliff switching for a minute to Stacy’s now empty vagina. He returned his cock to her rectum after a few strokes.
“I’m eating my own cream pie,” said Tyler scooting out from under Stacy then diving back under to bring his mouth to her dripping pussy. Stacy decided not to mention the ejaculate he was sucking out of her was a combination of his own and a bellman’s.
“Suck my dirty dick, Tyler, show Serena what a faggot you are,” said Cliff withdrawing momentarily from Stacy’s asshole to put his cock in Tyler’s mouth.
“Shit, is he doing it,” asked Darren maintaining a rhythmic thrusting into Stacy’s mouth?
“Yes,” said Cliff. “He going at it like a queer in a video arcade.”
“You’re a cock sucking queer, Tyler. My best friend, Tyler Langford is a fairy. I’m going to tell Beth you sucked Cliff’s cock,” said Darren teasingly.
“Beth doesn’t give a shit. She knows I’m not a fairy. I’ve fucked her too many times,” said Tyler defensively taking a break from cunnilingus to deny being gay.
“Look, what ever happens here tonight stays here,” said Stacy.
“Spoken like the wise whore you undoubtedly are,” said Cliff before delivering a painful open palm slap to Stacy’s flank.
“Oh that felt good, another and harder,” said Stacy looking around to see that the other two girls were each the center of a group of drunken males.
“Hurry up, you guys, we want some of that,” said one of the two men that were kneeling beside Stacy’s group playing with her breasts.
“No rush, we’re here until there’s not a hard cock standing,” said Stacy.
It was at that point the batchelorette party arrived. Cliff had foolishly left the door ajar and they walked in unannounced.



>> next

Back to A Collection | Back to main page