Future of Porn

*The Game—Chapter 3 Sara”s First Fantasy*

First some background:

Ron and I have been dating for several months now. We are both attractive young professionals working in the Chicago area. I am blond, 5″6″, and have 34b breasts. Ron is about 6″, trim and athletic, and has an 8 inch cock. He can cum like a freight train and produce more spunk than I ever thought possible.

Recently Ron and I have begun exploring sexual fantasies together (See Chapter”s 1 and 2 for details). We have invented a game where each month one of us will fulfill a fantasy of the other”s. Last month was Ron”s month and this month is mine.

Ron”s fantasy was to fuck a stripper. With the aid of my friend Michelle, I found a stripper named Crystal and we spent an amazing night together. Now it”s my turn to send him a note with my fantasy in it. The rule of the game is that the fantasy must be in the other person”s hands by the first of the month, and the other person has 30 days to fulfill it. Chapter 3 begins shortly after the night with Crystal, where I, for the first time, must come up with a fantasy for Ron to fulfill. And now on with Chapter 3:

Chapter Three: Sara”s First Fantasy

Two weeks had passed since Ron and I had our tryst with Crystal. I found myself sitting at my desk at home drinking a glass of wine with a pad of paper in front of me. I was wearing my silk robe with nothing underneath. My trash can was half full of little yellow balls of legal paper that I had written on and then discarded.

It was my turn to come up with my fantasy for Ron to fulfill and I had only two more days before my fantasy was “due”. This was harder than I had imagined it would be, and I wanted the fantasy to be deeply fulfilling for me and also for Ron. I had toyed with a lot of ideas, but always seemed to come back to images of Ron and me, with Crystal, or Michelle and me with Rick.

I could not get these ideas out of my head and I didn”t want to repeat or recycle a fantasy. I was learning something about myself in this game of ours: I really didn”t know my own sexuality as well as I thought.

“Damn. This shouldn”t be so hard,” I thought as I tore another sheet off the top of the tablet and wadded it into another ball and threw it at the trash can.

I downed the last of my glass of wine and went to the bathroom to pee. I stood looking at myself in the mirror not really recognizing the person staring back. “Why is this hard? It”s just sex? Everyone does it. Why can”t I come up with a fantasy? Jesus what gets me off?” I thought.

I sat on the toilet, peed, and thought about previous sexual encounters before Ron. I had dated some, but was not a slut. All of the images of me with previous boyfriends started with them making a move, me letting them, and then them taking the lead. Even when I was with Michelle last month, I was little more than a puppet to her. I realized that I had never initiated sex in my life.

“Jesus, what is wrong with me?” I thought. “How is that possible?”

I returned to the kitchen wanting another glass of wine as my epiphany progressed. I was a prude. Well maybe not a prude, but I had never been in a position to get whatever I wanted sexually. What did I want? What turned me on? What made my heart race and my pussy tingle?

Even my masturbation fantasies were not my own. I thought about the last time I used my fingers on myself and replayed the images in my mind. I was lying on my bed, naked. The lights off, but shafts of streetlights filtered through my bedroom curtains giving my body a sensuous moonlit glow. My fingers were on my clit, but my mind was conjuring images of Rick: his cock hard and throbbing, as he entered me; the feeling of fullness and lust coursing through me; the feeling of him cumming inside me.

I came within ten minutes on my own fingers, but I had not once in my fantasy been the active participant. I had not, even in my own masturbatory fantasies, been the aggressor. It was always him doing something to me, not me doing something to him. Damn.

I stood in my kitchen holding a fresh glass of wine staring through my own translucent reflection in the kitchen window over the sink. I was lost in my thoughts of sexual confusion.

Across the alley that my kitchen faced, a light burned in a second story window of the apartment building where lots of young people lived. The rents in the building were cheap by Chicago standards, and the trains provided enough mobility that few needed automobiles.

My reverie was broken as a silhouette of a person crossed in front of the window opposite my own. There were no curtains there, and I suspected a group of college kids lived there. Suddenly a man appeared framed in the window staring out at the night. Being Chicago we were no more than twenty feet apart from his apartment to mine. The man was no more than 20 or 21 years old and he seemed not to have noticed me as of yet. He was wearing only a pair of blue boxer brief underwear. I watched him as he stretched and lit a cigarette, blowing smoke through a torn screen.

He was muscular, young, and very attractive. I watched him for several minutes before the thought occurred to me that I probably should not be staring in his window. However, it was not like I was doing anything really wrong as I was in my own house and they did not bother with curtains.

Perhaps it was the wine, the sexual frustration I felt, or a combination of both, but I could not tear myself away from the image of his perfect body framed in the window as if it were a living painting. I took another sip of wine and stood silently staring, watching him smoke.

He noticed me a minute later. Our eyes met and I could see him startle at the realization that he was being watched by me. He stepped quickly away from the window, and feelings of guilt immediately hit me. I slugged another sip from my wine and pretended to be washing out the glass in the kitchen, knowing that I had been caught but pretending that I had been there innocently. My face burned red, and I felt bad about what I had just done.

And then he was back, staring at me. I tried not to look, but found my eyes continuously drawn to his window. I set my now extra clean wine glass in the glass rack and tentatively looked up again. He was grinning at me and waved. He was still in his underwear and made no attempt to cover himself.

I tentatively waved to him, finally acknowledging his presence. I licked my lips as I drank in the sight of him. Knowing that he knew I was watching him made the situation far more exciting and my mind was drawn back to my nude adventure in Ron”s house where I found his box of pornography and had watched the construction workers across the street.

The man across the street was watching me intriguingly. Now that we were aware of each other, I felt as though we shared an intimate connection. Not sexual, but definitely intimate. The thought made me tingle with excitement.

He blew me a kiss from across the street and I found myself smiling wildly. I returned the gesture and he grinned like a child. Although we could not speak to each other, I found we were flirting with non-verbal cues. He flexed his muscular body for me jokingly and then stood with his hands out at his sides, palms up, as if to ask, “Well what do you think?”

I laughed out loud at the image and clapped my hands together as if giving him my definite approval. He then pointed to me as if to say, “Your turn.”

I was confused at first and then realization dawned on me and my face blushed crimson. I shook my head as if saying, “No way.”

My partner in voyeurism simply cocked his head to one side and waited as if saying, “Yes, it”s your turn. You started this.”

I drew in a deep breath, knowing that he was right. My fingers found the knot of the belt holding my robe together and without thinking I tugged letting the belt come free and shrugging my robe off my shoulders. The robe silently fluttered to the floor around my feet. I was exposed completely to him and was feeling both aroused and very, very naked, both literally and emotionally.

I was immediately rewarded with silent applause from the other side of the street. I giggled at myself, no longer feeling self conscious. I held my own breasts and shook them gently from side to side as if displaying them at a meat counter. I could see the stranger across the street laughing.

He smiled at me again and hooked his thumbs on both sides of his underwear and looked at me with raised eyebrows as if to say, “Should I?”

I nodded enthusiastically, and was rewarded with the image of him dropping his underwear in on quick fluid motion. He stood up naked with his hands extended to his sides as if to say, “Here it is.”

I giggled again and clapped for him. He turned around in a complete circle letting me drink in the images of his nude body in a 360 degree rotation. His cock was not hard, but it was also not soft. It was about 6 inches long sticking out from a patch of blond pubic hair.

We stood looking at each other for another thirty seconds or so, but the moment was fading. I raised a hand to him as if to say, “Good night and thanks for the fun.”

He waved back and we both moved away from our windows. I found myself in my bedroom a minute later laying on my back massaging my clitoris and fantasizing about what had just happened. I let my mind wander and found myself imagining him watching me rub myself. My pussy flooded at the thought and my nipples tingled. I was rubbing myself on the bed and imagining what I must look like to an observer. In a sense I was masturbating to myself, and I loved it.

I rubbed my clit faster imagining the show I would be putting on had my friend been watching. The images of my naked body close to orgasm flashed through my mind as if I were the voyeur. When I came I was picturing what I must look like to another set of eyes. My body would be shivering with pleasure as waves of orgasmic sensation rolled through my body. I knew at that moment the fantasy I wanted.

After I came down from my orgasm, I raced, still naked, to my desk. I grabbed a pen and scrawled three sentences on a piece of paper. I reread what I had written once, and made no changes. I pulled an envelope from my drawer and scrawled Ron”s address on it. I shoved the paper inside and stamped it.

I held the envelope briefly thinking, “Am I really going to mail this?”

I went to the kitchen and got my robe. I went to my closet and found a pair of slippers and slipped out my front door. I ran the half block to the public mailbox and hesitated only a second before dropping the letter inside making it irretrievable. It was done. I breathed deeply and ran back to my apartment, not believing that I had just mailed my first fantasy. I silently prayed to myself that I would not regret later.

I didn”t.

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Nothing happened for a week after I mailed the letter. Ron didn”t even acknowledge that he had received it, and it was driving me crazy. I knew he had, or he would have said something. Honesty was a fundamental part of the game we were playing. I was determined not to ask him anything just as he had not asked me anything the previous month.

Inside, however, I was squirming with anticipation. I was rereading in my mind what I had written him and second guessing every word. Questions blazed through my every waking moment about my fantasy.

Was it too vague? Was it too specific? Could he pull it off? Would he want to? Where would it happen? When would it happen? Jesus, why didn”t I take more time to be more thorough, rather than scrawling my desire on a piece of paper and mailing them. I had three more weeks of agony, or it could happen tonight. Fuck.

Another week crawled by and I was considering talking to Ron. God I was weak. Then the Thursday of week 2 I got an email from Ron.

“Meet me at my house Saturday at 3:00 sharp.”, was all it said.

I read and re-read his short mail at least fifty times. Saturday at three was all I got? Was he fucking kidding? Well I guess I deserved this after the suspense I must have put him through last month. Thank God Michelle didn”t let me procrastinate too much. I never had considered that he must have been dying inside every minute that he didn”t know what was going to happen.

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Saturday morning I woke up and showered thoroughly including shaving my legs and my pubic hair. I trimmed my pussy nicely but left a sexy “landing strip” of hair just for Ron. When I was clean I agonized over what to wear and settled for a skirt and blouse outfit that was not slutty but not conservative either.

I had the familiar anticipatory butterflies in my stomach and I could not stop fidgeting all morning. The hours alternatively flew by and drug on forever depending on my sine curve like emotions. Finally at 2pm I took a deep breath and headed for Ron”s. It was only 20 minutes away, but I was going crazy with nervousness and sexual desire while waiting around my house.

Ron lived in the suburbs and had a very nice home. It was 4 bedrooms with a large living area and kitchen. He had a large 20 x 20 foot deck on the back that overlooked an in ground pool. His basement was finished to be the ultimate bachelor”s party room, complete with a guest bedroom. French doors opened up out to a concrete veranda below the deck. The pool took up most of the backyard and the 10 foot privacy fence ensured it was not visible from any of the neighbor”s houses.

I got to the front door at 2:45 after killing 15 minutes driving around his subdivision so as not to be too early. As I approached the door, I noticed an envelope with my name on it taped to the door knocker.

“Shit, now or never I guess,” was all I could think.

I opened the envelope with trembling hands. Inside was a single 3×5 card which read. “Your fantasy is about to come true. Please go to the basement bathroom and await further instructions. Do not turn on any lights and do not go anywhere else.”

I took a deep breath and opened the door slowly not knowing what to expect. I stepped into the foyer and said, “Hello? Ron?” I was greeted with silence, and the house appeared to be empty at first glance.

I set my purse on the kitchen table and proceeded downstairs to the basement playroom. The lights were completely off except for the bathroom which was very near the bottom of the stairs. I could not see around the corner and into the main room without violating my instructions. I strained to see anything that might give me a clue as to the future, but was only frustrated with the black silence. I could only see the silhouette of the pool table that was near the bathroom door. Damn again.

I entered the bathroom and closed the door slowly until I heard the mechanical click. The bathroom was very large. To my right was the combinations shower/tub and the toilet. Directly in front of me was the double vanity and mirror. Over the mirror 6 bright lights glowed. The bright light would blind me when I returned to the blackness of the living room, but what could I do? Taped to the mirror was half of a yellow legal piece of paper that I recognized immediately. I pulled it from the mirror and reread what I had written almost two weeks earlier in post orgasmic insanity:

“Ron,

I want to watch myself get fucked. I want people to watch me get fucked. I want to look into strange eyes and see my orgasm reflected in them while I get fucked.

Sara”

I was trembling as I held the paper. I was also blushing. Was I really so brash as to write that. Jesus, I should never write after masturbating. Holy God what was going to happen to me today. Could I back out? Did I really want to? What did Ron think of this?

I turned the paper over to find more writing. This time it was in Ron”s hand.

“Sara,

I love this fantasy. I never imagined you would make me so hot. If you still want to go through with this I have arranged for your fantasy to come true in a very special way. I have decided to make a movie of your fantasy so that you can watch yourself get fucked anytime you wish. Only one copy will be made and only for your eyes.

The way today will progress is quite simple. Since you want to be watched, and we are making a movie, I have arranged for you to be a porn star for a day. When you come out of the bathroom, you will be naked. Walk to the middle of the basement bedroom. Turn on the television and a movie will start. You are to perform as if you are the blond woman on the screen. Everything she does, you do. At the end of the scene you will return to the bathroom and wait exactly 15 minutes and then return to the bed. There are three scenes you will be “performing” in. Remember, you are in character so you are not to talk to any members of the production staff and will only interact with the people on the bed.

See you soon babe.

Ron”

I read and re-read his note. A porno movie? Me in a porno movie? I shivered with doubt, excitement, and anticipation. Holy shit this was crazy. And who exactly is his production staff? Was I really going to walk into a room naked, expected to fuck like a porn star, in front of God knows who?

I suddenly gasped and realized I had not been breathing for the last few minutes. My hands were trembling and images of me having sex in a room full of people that I didn”t know both aroused and terrified me. Jesus they were in there right now waiting on me.

My nipples tingled, and my stomach was in knots. I took a deep breath and stared at my reflection in the mirror as if looking to my own image for the resolve to either run my ass straight home or to begin taking off my clothes. I knew I would go through with it. Leaving just was not an option at this point, and a part of me that I was getting to know better didn”t want to leave. I smiled at myself in the mirror and my tension and fear slowly left me.

I unbuttoned the blouse I had chosen with such care and hung it on the hook behind the door. Next came off my skirt and bra. I stood watching myself in nothing but my sexiest underwear and massaged my nipples gently. There was not denying my feelings now. I was on fire with lust and anticipation. I was transforming as I looked at myself in my reflection. I was changing from “Sara the good-girl”, that worked as a mid level manager in a medium sized Chicago firm, to “Sara the slut” who danced naked in a bar last month and masturbated in a limo while a big black man jacked off on her tits and face while her best friend ate her cunt. Yes her cunt. Good girl Sara did not use such words, but Slut-Sara did.

“Cunt. Cunt. Cunt.” I repeated the mantra to myself as I stood naked in Ron”s bathroom and played with my own nipples. “Sara the slut” was never afraid of sexual conquest and was up for anything.

My panties slid down my smooth legs and I stepped out of them as sexily as I could. I watched myself strip and imagined the image I must have made last month on stage in a sleazy bar in St. Louis. God I was feeling hot. This was going to be incredible.

When I was naked and completely horny, I smiled at the woman in the mirror who I barely recognized and turned to the door. I opened the door slowly and flicked off the light. Darkness enveloped me as I stepped out of the bathroom and around the corner toward the main living area of the Ron”s basement.

I was tingling with anticipation and the cool basement air caressed my naked flesh. My bare feet padded toward the center of the room on soft carpet. My eyes were beginning to adjust to the gloom and I found that light did seep in around the edge of the blackout drapes that hung over the windows. I found the bedroom and quietly tiptoed through the open door.

With that said, she turned back to Rayne. She then grabbed and draped Rayne’s towel over Rayne when done Cindy stepped next to Rayne’s shoulder and squatted down. She then reached out and gently shook Rayne. Rayne took a little more prodding before she snapped, “Stop fucking shaking me!” Cindy did and stood up. Rayne realized then where she was and blushed. Very slowly, Rayne turned over trying to keep the towel covering her. That is when she saw Cindy. “Hello. Sorry about that, but I hate being shook and I thought that you were my boyfriend,” she said more cordially.

“No problem. I understand perfectly why you would want to sleep peacefully, considering all the sexual energy you expended in the last half hour,” answered Cindy. “I’m here because you screamed and I came to investigate. I found you in a compromising position and thought that you needed a little help. My name is Cindy. I’m the granddaughter of the people in the mansion on the hill. Lucky for you my friend Sara and I were setting up our stuff close by. I don’t think you would have liked finding some guy buried hip deep in you.”

“Yes that’s true. Thank you. My name is Rayne and this is my home, left to me by my parents. I hope you don’t find my state of dress or lack thereof to be offensive, or what I did earlier.”

“Not at all. We all essentially look the same under our clothes,” answered Cindy. “Actually I was hoping to get in some nude sunbathing while I was out here visiting my grandparents. I enjoy it very much, but it is hard to do at home with my little brother living with me. I haven’t been able to get any time here since both of my grandparents seem to be watching me like a hawk. If they aren’t then Sara is trying to drag me to this thing or that. I hate when I get home from vacations and think that I need a vacation to get over my vacation. This is the first time I’ve gotten to the beach.”

“Where is Sara? You keep mentioning her,” asked Rayne.

“Out on the beach with all our stuff.”

“I like you and I think I’ll like Sara. Go get her and you two can use my pool deck. That means that you can sunbathe in the nude if you want.”

“I don’t think Sara would like that.”

“She doesn’t need to sunbathe in the nude if she doesn’t want to, but I can see in your eyes that you really want to strip right now. Go. If I’m not here when you get back, just set up and I should be out soon. I think I need to take a quick shower.”

“OK!” exclaimed Cindy as she ran off to find Sara. As soon as Cindy was out of sight, Rayne threw the towel off and went into the house. I was able to get out of the pool, finally. I was in a little pain from having an erection for so long but I had to ignore that for the moment and get my clothes on and into another hiding spot. I dried my self off as quickly as I could. Ran to the door, grabbed the clothes, and then ran around the corner, my dick leading the way. I had just covered my painful member with my shorts as Cindy with Sara in tow came back onto the deck. Cindy was smiling ear to ear and Sara looked apprehensive. They were chatting and setting up what they needed when Rayne came out of the house wearing my favorite bikini. It is white with no lining and very small, just covering her nipples and her pussy lips and there was nothing to the back except string.

Cindy looked up and said hi to Rayne. Even from the distance I was at I could tell that Cindy was disappointed that Rayne was clothed. As Rayne got closer to the other two, I could not hear anything. They all settled in and started chatting. It seemed that nothing else was going to happen and I went around to the front. I was still very horny from everything that I had seen in the last hour. I got into my car and grabbed my cell phone. I called her number; it took her five rings to answer. We chatted for a couple minutes. Toward the end of the conversation, I asked if I could come over and she said that she had company but did not think there would be a problem. I told her that I would be there in about two minutes. She told me to let myself in and they would be out by the pool.

I put my shirt on and hopped back into my car, drove it around the circle driveway once, and parked it in front of the door. As quickly as I could I walked from my car into the house, up the stairs and into her bedroom. I had started to leave stuff there about two weeks after we started dating. In her bedroom I found my swimsuit lying on the bed. It seems she knew I would be coming over today and we were going to be hanging at the pool or going to the beach. When I searched for her earlier I must have missed seeing them on the bed or she put them out even before I called.

The suit is a pair of Speedo bike shorts with out the padding. Rayne bought them for me. She always hates to see guys wearing the baggy trunks or the Speedo brief. The trunks hide too much of what a guy has and the brief show to much. On me, the shorts look like they were painted on. She got them because she liked the reactions that people had at being able to see almost every vein in my dick. She would even try to give me a hard-on, just because she wanted everyone to know what the size of my dick was. I am an average length of just over six inches, but I’m at least three inches wide. With these shorts I must be shaved front and back.

I started to undress again and stepped over to the window over looking the pool. I was given a view of Sara in her full bikini, Cindy in nothing at all and Rayne was topless. Even though I had finally been able to calm myself down my cock sprang to half-mast. I stayed staring at the gorgeous view. It looked like Sara was disgusted with Cindy and was not looking at her friend, and Cindy and Rayne were trying to talk Sara into baring some more skin. Cindy had very visible lines but they were very small areas. I don’t know how long I stood there, but I didn’t care. I think it was about twenty minutes. That is when Sara finally started to relax and took her top off. I was surprised to see that she had no visible tan lines from my distance. She seemed like she did not want anyone to know that she sunbathed, at the very least, topless. My half-mast cock sprang all the way to full seeing three pair of naked tits.

I figured that Rayne was going to get me hard or that she knew that I would as soon as I saw all the naked flesh when I stepped out on the deck. I saw no harm in it since they all were giving me a nice view I should reciprocate. So with my cock at full mast I slipped on the shorts. I made sure everything was in order and headed down to the pool.

I saw a note taped to the deck door when I got there asking me to mix up some margaritas, I smiled a wicked smile at the note. I headed to the kitchen and started to make my special margaritas. My dick became flaccid while I concentrated on the mixture. Once the drinks were poured I grabbed the tray with the drinks and headed for the door. As soon as I stepped outside I was met with a wonderful sight. Rayne was nude again and she and Cindy were pulling the bottoms off Sara. Actually what I saw was Rayne bent over at the waist, legs about shoulder width apart, and facing directly away from me. Her engorged lips glistening at me. Cindy was at the foot of Sara lounge chair holding her friends feet up over her head. Sara was trying to stop them from taking her bottoms with a lot of writhing around, but it was to no avail with her feet over five feet above the ground. I stood transfixed watching, and fully hard again, and hearing a slap every now and then. With each slap Rayne’s right arm moved dramatically telling me that she was the one slapping and I found out later that she was slapping at Sara’s hands while she was moving the bottoms along Sara’s legs.

As Rayne started to stand up again to finish taking off the bottoms, Cindy started to lower Sara’s legs. Cindy stopped when Sara’s feet were resting on her chest. Sara was still writhing a little and this moved her feet all over Cindy’s chest. The feet moved until Cindy’s nipples slipped between Sara’s toes. This elicited a soft moan from Cindy and her hands loosened on Sara’s ankles. Sara it seems realized what had just happened and using her toes pinched and squeezed Cindy’s nipples and tits. Cindy moaned again and let go of Sara all together. Rayne had just gotten the bottoms to Sara’s ankles at that time so Sara still had her feet in the air.

Rayne then slipped her left hand under Sara’s foot and over Cindy’s nipple. This caused Cindy to lick her lips. Rayne pulled Sara’s foot away from Cindy’s chest, slipped the suit off that leg, pinched Cindy’s nipple with her left hand, and laid Sara’s foot back on Cindy’s chest. Rayne then repeated the process with Sara’s other foot. Once the suit was off, Rayne stood back up and turned to the pool. As she approached to dive in, she looked at the house and saw me. She then turned and headed for me smiling. Sara and Cindy stayed transfixed on what was happening between them on Cindy’s chest.

“Hi honey,” said Rayne. “Nice to see you. Thanks for the drinks.” Her talking to me broke my trance on the whole scene as it did for the two girls. Cindy looked over at me smiled and dove into the water. Sara screamed and grabbing her towel covering herself as she curled into a ball.

“Who is this?” asked Cindy as she came back above the water looking directly at my crotch.

“This is my boyfriend, Ryan. I knew I forgot to mention something,” sated Rayne, with a wicked smile. “He was who called earlier. I told him it would be ok for him to come over. Then I had you two think you were going to be alone. I was the one who suggested you tan in the nude. I knew that this would happen to him.” With the last sentence, she pointed at my hard dick very visible in my suit. Then she stepped behind me and worked the suit down my legs to pool at my feet.

“What are you doing?” I asked, dumbstruck. My dick was bouncing a little from its release.

“Why should you be wearing something when the three of us are in the nude?” asked Rayne. She stepped back around in front of me, kissed me on the lips and stroked my cock twice. Then she took the tray away from me, handed me a drink, and guided me to a lounge chair by my cock. Once I was seated, she turned to Cindy, who had gotten out of the pool and was using her hands to dry off a little, saying, “I hope you like Ryan’s margaritas.” Then she set her drink down next to me and handed a drink to both Cindy and Sara. As Sara was reaching for the drink, Rayne snatched the towel away from her. Sara screamed again and tried to grab the towel back, but to no avail. I had a great view of both Rayne and Sara’s tits jiggling from the struggle. Cindy joined Rayne in taking the towel away, so I got to see six tits bouncing from all the movement. I almost shot another load just from watching, especially after Sara was pulled off her chair and on top of her friend to kiss Cindy’s right tit accidentally.

Cindy then wrapped her arms and legs around Sara. Sara struggled a little, but when Cindy took Sara’s head in her hands and forced her left tit into Sara’s face Sara stopped struggling to get away. Rayne stepped over and sat right on my cock, facing away from me to watch the girls, causing her to scream out her most intense orgasm, even to this day. After the orgasm subsided she started riding me like there was no tomorrow. I lasted at least twenty minutes and gave her at least ten or more strong orgasms. The whole while that we were fucking like animals Cindy and Sara had slipped into a sixty-nine and ate each other to many orgasms. I would have lasted longer, but the girls stopped doing what they were doing and came to us. Sara crawled up between my legs on the lounge chair, spreading them and started to eat Rayne’s pussy and lick my cock. Cindy wanted to have my tongue in her slippery pussy, so she laid the lounge all the way down and straddled my face facing Rayne’s back. Just before I lost sight of anything but Cindy’s gorgeous, firm as a snare drum, ass, I saw Cindy pull Rayne back a little to caress Rayne’s tits and kiss her. I ate Cindy like it was my last meal. I even licked her backdoor for a few minutes. Cindy gushed over my face almost nonstop. Rayne could tell that I was about to spew and remembered that I was not wearing a condom climbed off and all three ladies bent to the task of getting me to come. Sara sucked my balls and slipped a finger in my asshole; Cindy moved to a sixty-nine position and deep throated me a couple times while Rayne turned around. Then there were two mouths working over my swollen head. Sara buried her finger in my ass and pressed toward my front, causing me to grunt loudly into Cindy’s juicy cunt and blow my load onto my stomach and the upper slopes of Cindy’s tits. Considering it was my second time in less than three hours, it was quite a load, three or four long pulses. Sara continued to massage my ass’s inner walls. She and Rayne licked Cindy and I clean. After a thorough cleaning, Rayne started working her left hand around my flaccid cock and her right hand went to Sara’s pussy. Cindy slid off my face and went to work eating Rayne’s pussy. Sara never removed her finger from my ass. Within no time I was hard again from the front and rear stimulation plus the visual.

Sara then asked, “Can I have a go on his rod?”

Rayne answered by leaning over and kissing Sara. After the kiss Rayne helped Sara slide my steel member between her velvet lips. Sara started moving up and down slowly. I grabbed her hips to help guide her. Rayne then leaned over and started eating Cindy.

After a few minutes of us being that way I lifted Sara off of me and moved her into a sixty-nine with me. I wanted to taste her. I ate Sara to orgasm then moved her off me again. I then lifted Rayne off of Cindy, who was lying on her back, and slid my cock into Cindy’s sweet hairless pussy. Rayne leaned in and kissed me then kissed down my back. She then kissed down my ass crack and sucked in my balls for a couple of seconds. Then she got distracted by Sara fingering her pussy. I worked Cindy to orgasm three times then Cindy had me pull out saying that her pussy was starting to get sore. I wasn’t done yet so I found Rayne on top of Sara in another sixty-nine.

I had them stop and moved Sara over to the edge of the pool. She sat with half of her ass hanging over the edge and then had Cindy climb into the pool between Sara’s legs. Rayne was allowed to resume the same position from moments before. Cindy and Rayne shared the feast of Sara’s pussy. I moved behind Rayne and eased my hard cock into her hot pussy for a couple thrusts then pulled out and slowly pushed into her ass. The whole time I was fucking Rayne, Sara was alternating between licking Rayne’s clit and sucking my balls. She continued doing that even while I fucked Rayne’s ass.

Once we all got off we needed a break. We each took a lounge and passed out. We woke up at around seven o’clock. Sara and Cindy panicked, dressed and ran.

Rayne and I went inside, both slightly pink. I called work and left a message saying that I wasn’t feeling any better and would not be in tomorrow. We then went up to her bed and made sweet love and fell asleep in each others arms.

The last rehearsal was with Raven, who wore a white Skyline shirt and the medium length shorts. Since this rehearsal was just mine she arrived at the gym wearing the shirt and short and not wearing her black wig. She really has dishwater blonde hair that she wears short because of the long black wig. I was surprised but intrigued. Very few people in the club knew what she really looked like.

She sat down and I started. It took longer to get through the outer layers this time than the time with Ivy. Again I was not wearing the thong and the layer over the mesh was still there when ‘Lap Dance’ started. I sat in her lap and removed the layer, tossing it to the side. I was naked about a minute and a half into the song and she was that way about thirty seconds later. I pulled the shirt right off her tits. I pulled the shorts off after I straddled her knee. Once she was nude I slid to my knees between her legs and buried my face in her pussy. I could tell from the dance she was hot and after maybe ten licks of her whole pussy and five directly on her clit she came. When she came she squirted everywhere, unlike Kitty, who squirted in more or less straight streams. I was surprised from her squirting and pulled back. As I pulled away my body was covered in her juices. Especially after she pushed off the chair and tackled me to the floor. She slid down my body, still straddling me and cumming. As she came down her face found my crotch. She ate me with vigor, but not a lot of experience. She did things she liked, I could tell that, and some felt wonderful, but I could tell she had not been with more than three women. Nonetheless she got me off. And God did I need it. She had been whispering all kinds of things she wanted to do to Ryan, all the sexual talk and the dancing made me hornier than I thought I ever would be with a woman. Raven was more of a tease than Danni. Before we left that day I got the note from her with her real name.

I had made plans to visit Sara and Cindy that week, but it was only supposed to be until Saturday. I told Ryan I wouldn’t be back until late Sunday night. Before leaving I passed the note to Alex. He was supposed to show it to Ryan as if he found it on the counter. The whiskey was a present from Val, I think. After the English class on the Tuesday before he moved into the house, I drove a rented car to San Francisco. They were studying at Berkley.

Part of the reason that I went up was to have fun with them and to help them get ready for their move south. They were graduating on the Friday after the English final. Ryan and I planned on attending; we were going to meet Sara and Cindy’s families. But that is not what this is about.

On Saturday at about noon I got a text from Alex telling me that the truck was loaded. That’s when I called Ryan. “Hey, baby. Alex with you?”

“Yeah.” There was confusion in his voice.

“I forgot to give you something. It’s in the kitchen at the house. Enjoy.” I hung up and laughed. I knew he was confused, but everything was on schedule. I drove home, getting there at six. I took a nap knowing that Ryan wouldn’t make it to The Skyline until after eight.

I arrived at the club with both Val and Kira in tow. I didn’t want Val to come, but she wouldn’t let me be about eating something before I performed. We went into the dressing room maybe two minutes before Ryan showed up at the entrance. DJ Cee called the dressing room to let me know he had arrived, and then she called Danni. There were video cameras all around the club and I added a few more for the show that night. There was a monitor set up in the dressing room so I could watch everything.

I ate the sandwich that Val made for me while Ivy changed into another of her costumes while we waited for things to get going. She left and there were only three of us in the room watching the monitor. Kira was controlling the cameras and at the moment had one focused on Ryan sitting at the tip rail next to Raven, Chelsea was on stage. As Chelsea finished Bear approached Ryan and Raven left him. Bear led him into the office where there are no cameras to meet Danni. We all laughed at Ryan’s confusion.

Raven and Chelsea entered the room about a minute later. As they got close Danni and Bear left the office.

“Damn, Rayne, your man’s hot and he tipped me twenty bucks,” said Chelsea. She grinned and sat next to me, straddling the bench I was sitting on. We heard an announcement from DJ Cee about something new tonight. Then on screen we saw Bear and Rich place the chair on stage. Some of the other pictures we were getting were of confused patrons. The waitresses and dancers in the room were placating them. I think there were a few free lap dances given that night.

Then Danni, who had been standing near the DJ booth, mounted the stage with mic in hand. Bear was sent to the office with towel then Ryan emerged with the towel wrapped around him. He went to the stage and sat in the plush chair, losing the towel at the last moment. Then through the propped open door we heard Danni.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, My name is Danni Tucker. I am the manager of this establishment. I’m privileged tonight to introduce you all to our first VIP. This is Ryan Grant,” on screen she waved at Ryan. “He will be initiated into VIP status with a special lap dance ten songs long. There will be seven one song lap dances and then a three song lap dance from my special dancer. The order of tonight dancers will be Candy, Topaz, Siren, Chelsea, myself, Ivy, Raven – his favorite – and then our special girl. So without further ado, on with the show. Cee, spin it.”

We all watched her leave the stage then come back into the dressing room. Candy took the stage and wowed Ryan with her dance. Then Topaz surprised me by pushing her lovely double d’s in his face, something she didn’t do with me as her subject. Siren danced and spun until the end, when again I was surprised. She stood on the chair and pulled her panties to the side showing him her pussy. There weren’t any cameras that could get a full view.

As Siren left the stage I started dressing. I started by losing my street clothes, a blank tank top, denim shorts and sandals. Those went into a bag and Kira was going to take both my bag and Ryan’s home. The thong came on first. The strings on both sides had been weakened so I couldn’t play with it much. The belt with the mesh layer that was sewn to it then the boots followed the thong. Next was the choker with its own mesh layer. The gloves went on next. Then with a little help from Kira, Val, and Raven we covered me with everything but the veil.

While I was dressing Chelsea crawled all over him and Danni went totally nude. We all got a laugh when Danni started to dance to the wrong song. Her whole outfit was rigged to tear just like my thong. I could tell that Ryan was loving it, but he also was getting close to losing it. I told Bear though his radio that as soon as Ivy was done he was to help Ryan to the restroom. I called the DJ booth to let DJ Cee know what was happening too.

The cool thing was that we had planned on a break. During the break the side stage was opened and the last lap dancer was going to do her normal stage routine. Ivy had already said she wouldn’t do it, she needed time between dances, and Danni didn’t dance anymore so it was going to be Chelsea.

Ivy finished with her bare ass in his face then Bear led Ryan away. Ivy came into the dressing room and said, “Damn, Rayne that has to be the widest cock I’ve ever felt. How do you fit inside you?” The rest of the dancers, all but Chelsea was in the room, expressed similar comments now that the damn was broken.

“It is always a bit tight, but it fits and it feels great. You’ll see soon enough how it fits.” I grinned and turned back to the monitor. Ryan was slowly making his way back to the chair and Chelsea was finishing up her set and getting quite a bit of tips from the full tip rail. “Raven, you’re up.” She left the room to show up on the monitor. That dress was something that she had made on her own. I didn’t even know whether she was wearing panties of not. She had dressed in the closeted space in the room. Kira had helped her with her hair.

She took her lap dance farther than I had ever seen her do in practice or before when she was dancing for Ryan or me. Also she had gotten a new addition while I was gone and lost all the hair. I had gotten different levels of horniness from the dances, but hers was getting to me in a way that was working with my nerves. Or that could have all been from my nerves. Nah. Raven’s dance was getting to me.

As ‘Tainted Love’ came to an end I placed the veil on my head. Kira and Val made sure that nothing was visible. After I told them to wait until his attention was fully on me to leave, I stepped out of the dressing room. As I said before, the veil is a pain in the ass to see through. Well I had never worn it in a dark room. I’m lucky that I didn’t fall getting to the stage.

I walked to the stage and stood facing the room. DJ Cee started up ‘She’s Got Skillz’ by All 4 One and I lifted my arms through the openings in the fabric and started moving.

I was rocking my hips and moving very little otherwise, but I did turn to face him. I removed the big top layer and ran it over his body from head to crotch squeezing him before tossing the piece away. Next came the big one on the bottom. This one went from bottom to top. I continued to pull pieces off and rub him with them and in the process my hand touched The Rod, a couple times squeezing it.

The layers were slowly falling away to litter the stage. With each one I removed he saw more of me and my movements. My hips were moving like I was taught in my hula classes from a few years ago. By the end of the first song the longest pieces over my legs one thin layer from the front and back of my top and two layers off my shoulders were gone. I saw his surprise at seeing no heel to the boot, but there was still no idea is his eye as to who was dancing for him.

As ‘The Perfect System’ by the Shufflers started, I peeled the thick layer from my chest and the last thin layer from my back. I saw his lust rocket to the stratosphere in his eyes as they glued onto my barely covered tits. I grinned even though he couldn’t see it.

I turned around and undid the layer of fabric covering my back, baring the tanned skin underneath to him. Then the last of the layers that covered my shoulders fell away to show the top of the gloves and my bare shoulders. Next my hands went to my hips, which were still rocking, and pulled the knee length layer from my ass.

I turned back and pulled the knee length layer off my lap. I could see the very slight disappointment in his not being able to see my ass but it was washed away when he saw my thong. His eyes latched on the thong while I took the last layer from my back side.

Near the end of the song I straddled his lap and removed the choker and mesh top layer. I had sat back in his lap rocking my hips to the beat and made sure I wasn’t touching The Rod. With the last note of the song I took the belt off and stood up, pulling the mesh fabric away with one hand. What he didn’t notice was that I pulled the shirt with my left hand as my right removed the belt and mesh. Only when I touched his bare chest did he realize that he had lost the front of his shirt. Again I grinned.

I pushed his legs apart and knelt between them, as ‘Lap Dance’ by N.E.R.D. started. He laughed a little, finding the humor in the song. I even heard a ripple of laughter in the audience. My gloved hands were playing with my body, tweaking my nipples and squeezing my tits, before dropping to the sides of the thong. I pulled the weakened pats of the thong snapping the strings and dropping the ruined thong to the floor.

Maybe thirty seconds into the song I acted like I was going to start crawling up his body, by placing both hands next to the bulge in his pants and then pushed his legs apart as I moved up to touch my chest to his belly. I never made it. I decided it was time for him to lose his shorts so I acted like I slipped and pulled the shorts.

I had to sell the fall so I dropped back on my ass with legs akimbo and bare pussy visible. I watched his eyes rove over my body until he saw what was in my hands. His eyes left my body to look down at his. Those eyes were quite large. I saw his intent before he knew he wanted to do anything. Before he could do what he wanted, I tossed the front of the shorts away to the mirror, stood up and sat in his lap. I was so close I could feel the heat from The Rod and I knew he could feel my heat.

I pressed my tits into him and whispered, “You’re welcome, baby.” My face was about an inch from his and I saw that he was stunned with recognition of my voice. I pulled back a couple more inches, took the veil off and kissed him. With a little manipulation with one hand we started having sex. I took him as far as we could go before rocking up and down. We started on the line he said we did. (That was confirmed by all the employees there that night, which I found out later was every single one.)

My hips were rocking as he slipped lower on the chair so we could get more into me. By the end he was lying on the chair with just his shoulders and head. I was bouncing and so was he. His hands went to my tits without any push to do it. Even I was surprised when we both blew as the song ended.

I didn’t think of afterward, but apparently Danni did because Rich and Bear both came on stage, picked us up still together and carried us into the office, depositing us on the floor and left. I rolled off him as the door opened again, this time it was Danni, she was now in her business suit. (Danni told me later that she was the one on the door while the bouncers moved us to the office.)

“That was quite a performance,” she said as she sat behind the desk. Before she sat she took the suit coat off showing that she had nothing on underneath. “I’ve already been approached by other customers about becoming VIPs. Ryan, just to let you know this whole thing was Rayne’s idea.”

“The only way anything like what just happened is if it is a woman asking. The guys can help pay, but no man will ever strip in this club. They can be stripped though,” I said flashing an evil grin at both of them.

“Why are you dictating policy, baby?” Ryan asked. His hand was gently rubbing my back.

“I bought this place awhile ago.” I stood walked around the desk, grabbed a few tissues on the way and cleaned up. “How many inquiries did you get?”

“Five, but they were all men. I’ll inform them of the new policy before they go home and post a sign near the door saying, ‘Inquire about VIP with manager.’ Or something to that effect.”

“OK. I think I need to get this bad boy home and fuck him to sleep. We’ll see you later, Danni,” I stated and stepped back over to my man, who had stood up while Danni and I talked.

“Where are my clothes?” he asked innocently, looking for the bag. Somehow he thought that I was going to allow him to dress after something like what we just did.

“They’ve been taken to the house. Kira took them about the time Siren was dancing for you.” I know I lie to him too much sometimes, but it’s for his own good. He blanched and I continued, “Hell, I don’t have anything to wear either.” That caught his attention and made The Rod twitch. “And I don’t have a car. Your wallet and keys are in your car. Your car’s unlocked. Let’s get home.” I kissed him and stroked the hardening Rod.

“Nice to meet you, Danni. Maybe we’ll see each other again,” he called as I pulled him into the main room. There were more customers now and most of them I recognized as the employees. I even saw Alex in the crowd and gave him a thumbs up gesture. All of them were giving us looks of lust. Candy was on stage, fully nude and the chair was gone.

“That was fun,” called out Hailey as we passed her.

“Hey, Rayne, are we going to do that again, sometime?” asked DJ Cee.

“Ryan, sorry about deceiving you. Hope you had fun,” said Raven. She was in the leather dress again and was standing near the ATM and Bear, who was on the door. As we got close to her she gave Ryan a hug, making sure to press her chest into him and the now fully aroused Rod into her. While like this I heard her whisper something, but I couldn’t make it out. She kissed his cheek as she released him. Before he could say anything she was across the main room. I pulled him out of there. I didn’t pull him because I was jealous. I pulled him out because he was a naked man in a strip club that is not licensed for male stripping. That was the only law that we broke, but it was one that Danni was willing to overlook.

“Good show and good night. Have fun you two,” Bear called, with a knowing look, as we exited the building. There was one other chore that Val and Kira had before leaving. They had to open and move Ryan’s CRX to sit right at the edge of the street and everyone that drove by could see it. We walked, calmly to the small car. I could tell that Ryan wanted to run but I stopped that thought with a stroke on The Rod. We climbed in and I spread my legs on the dash. When he started the car we noticed the time was ten o’clock. I was a little surprised that the whole thing took close to two hours.

Ryan drove home and the whole time my right hand was playing with my well fucked pussy and my left hand was on The Rod. Every time either of us got close to cumming I stopped playing with it and concentrated on the other. When we got home and stopped in front of the house I dropped my head to his cock. It took very little time before he was shooting into my mouth. I held all of it in my mouth and kissed him. He told me later that that was the first snowball he had ever had.

After the kiss and swallow, I was told to stay put. He acted chivalrous by getting out, coming to my side and picking me up. He kicked the door closed as we kissed. He carried me up to bed and we fucked for hours. I gave one more snowball before we slept.