Future of Porn

I left the strip club, crossed the street and walked half a block to the bar that Kriszta had told me to go to. I walked in the door, down three steps, and found a booth off to one side with a view of the door. The bar wasn’t very crowded, five or six groups of two to four people each.

As I settled in to wait, the barmaid walked over to take my order. She had red hair, worn in a pony tail, and large breasts. She was wearing a T-Shirt and jeans with a short apron. It was clear that she wasn’t wearing a bra - God, how I loved Hungary! I ordered a Leffe, which she brought quickly, and then kept one eye on the door and the other on the barmaid.

After about a half hour, as I started into my second beer, Kriszta entered the bar. She was on the phone and had changed into fishnet stockings, a loose black skirt that fell to just above her knee, and a white button down blouse - mostly unbuttoned. Even from across the room I could tell she wasn’t wearing a bra. I waved at her and she started towards me. She finished her conversation just before she reached the booth and put the phone in her handbag, then slid onto the bench next to me.

The barmaid brought a drink over for Kriszta without asking, clearly she was a regular. They embraced and Kriszta introduced me to Mila. She was the owner’s daughter, he’d been a British diplomat to Hungary and decided to stay and open a pub after the Hungarians threw off the yoke of communism. The women chatted for a few minutes in Hungarian, then Mila left to tend to other customers.

Kriszta turned to me and said, “You’re staying in an apartment in the building on the corner, yes?”

“Yes, I am,” I said.

“Well before we go there, tell me what you want to do to me,” she said with a challenging tone in her voice.

“First I’d like you to give me the striptease that you promised,” I said. “I want to watch you take off your blouse, then your skirt. When you take off your skirt, I want you to do it slowly so that I can watch the way your tits move as you bend down.” Kriszta made an approving noise in the back of her throat.

“Tell me, do these go all the way up?” I asked as I slipped a hand between her thighs and rubbed her fishnets.

“No, they don’t,” she said.

“Are you wearing panties?”

“Why don’t you check?” she said with a smile. I slid my hand further up between her thighs.

She was wearing panties, but I could feel the heat of her cunt through them. I began running my fingers gently across her pussy through the panties, feeling her get hotter.

“I’d want you to turn away from me when you took off your panties, so that I could see your pussy from behind. I love the sight of a woman, bent over at the waist with her ass and pussy exposed to me,” I told her as I continued to rub her pussy. Her panties were starting to feel damp under my nimble fingers.

“Once you’re down to just your stockings and heels, I’d want you to give me a good couch dance. Let me lick your pussy while you stand above me. Let me touch and squeeze and lick you however I like. Have you rub yourself all over me,” I went on. Her panties were definitely wet now.

“Then I’d like you to strip me, taking off each item of clothing and kissing and licking what you expose. Once I’m naked, I want you to rub yourself all over me. Then I’d lick your clit until you beg for mercy and fuck you slowly from behind.” Her eyes were closed, she was rocking her pussy back and forth on my fingers as they worked against her soaked panties.

“Don’t stop,” she whispered, “tell me more.”

“As I fuck you from behind, I’d rub your clit and squeeze your tits hard. After we start going, I’ll smack your ass and pull your hair as I fuck you. After you’ve cum, you can suck my cock clean of your pussy juices and keep sucking until I cum in your mouth and on your face,” she shuddered at this, her legs squeezing shut tight and trapping my hand against her spasming pussy.

She opened her eyes and looked over at me. I pulled my hand out from between her legs and sucked my fingers clean of her moistness. She took a long pull from her drink and then said, “I’ve never met somebody who can make me cum like you do.” She glanced around the bar and said, “Mila is cool. If you see anyone else noticing me sucking you off, let me know,” and slipped under the table.

That was just about the last thing I expected. The tablecloth probably hid her presence pretty well as she unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Her cool fingers surrounded the base of my cock and I was surprised by the feel of her tongue as she slid from base to tip and back to base. She licked my cock repeatedly and began to stroke her hand up and down it.

Then she took it in her mouth and started sucking. I tried not to moan too loudly and glanced around to see if anybody else had noticed. Mila gave me a wink when our eyes met, but nobody else was pointing or otherwise raising the alarm.

“Mila knows,” I said. Kriszta just grunted and kept sucking me deeper into her mouth. I took a sip of beer as Kriszta worked my cock. I don’t have a huge cock, it’s 6 1/2 or 7 inches long and maybe two inches in diameter, but I’d never been deepthroated before - and certainly not in a bar. Kriszta took my length all the way to the base. I closed my eyes and let out a low moan. She chuckled as she pulled back a little and then began bobbing her head up and down my cock from base to tip, sucking the entire time.

I tried to keep an eye on my fellow patrons, but within a few minutes of exposure to Kriszta’s talented mouth my eyes were closed and I said, “I’m going to cum.” Kriszta increased the pace of her movements a little, still taking me from base to tip and sucking the entire time.

I fired my cum into her eager mouth. She pulled back so that just the tip of my cock was between her lips, and continued to suck steadily as my cum spurted into her mouth and down her throat. After the initial outburst, she milked me dry, running her hands along the length of my cock and squeezing the remaining dribs and drabs into her mouth. This felt almost better than the orgasm. She gave my cock a final slurp, then put me away and zipped me up.

“Is anyone looking?” she asked.

I glanced around the room. “Mila… but nobody else seems to be paying attention.”

She slid up onto the bench opposite me, smiling hugely. “Your cum tastes sooo good,” she told me. “I can’t wait to feel that cock in my cunt.”

“I’m looking forward to that too, but you’ve got a little something there” I said pointing to the drop of cum that had escaped her sucking lips as it started its slow descent of her chin.

Mila arrived with the check as I was saying this. She put it on the table between us, then turned to Kriszta.

“Oh, honey, you spilled some,” she said and leaned over to flick her rounded tongue along Kriszta’s chin and capture the droplet of my seed. Despite the orgasm, I was three-quarters hard instantly.

“Yummy,” Mila said as she stood up. “Maybe you’ll share him with me sometime?”

“Of course,” Kriszta answered with a laugh. “But let me put him through his paces first, so I can tell you what to expect.”

I paid the bill with a generous tip and Kriszta led me by the hand out the door. As we left, I made eye contact with a table of two guys and two girls. The guys nodded, one of them gave me a thumbs up; one of the girls blushed and looked down, the other one licked her lips quickly and fidgeted in her seat just a little. Kriszta noticed and burst into laughter as we hit the street.

We walked up to my building. I unlocked the door and held it open for her. She walked in, then turned as I entered the building. She pushed me against the wall in the foyer and kissed me, her tongue thrusting deeply into my mouth and her body pressing against me. I returned the kiss and slid my hands around to cup her ass.

She pulled back a little and said, “There are two things I have to tell you.”

Continuing to squeeze her ass, I leaned forward and ran my tongue along her neck from collarbone to ear. “Do tell,” I whispered.

“First, I’m married.” My hands sprang off of her ass, I leaned back against the wall away from her. She slipped one hand to the back of my head and grabbed one of my hands with her other one. She pushed my hand back against her ass and said, “My husband loves it when I go out and have other guys treat me like the slut I am.” She pulled my head down and flicked her tongue across my lips. “The only thing that turns him on more than thinking I’m out getting railed by a stranger is when I come home and grind my cum-soaked pussy in his face.”

I leaned forward and kissed her while my hands resumed kneading her ass. “What’s the other thing?” I asked, figuring it was going to be the price.

“The rule is that I can’t cheat on my husband twice in a row with the same guy. So I’d need to fuck somebody else before I could fuck you again… and I know I’m going to want to fuck you again.” She pressed herself against me and kissed me hard.

After a few more kisses and squeezes I said, “Let’s go upstairs.” I led her into the elevator, pushed the button, and went back to necking with her, cupping her ass in one hand and a tit in the other. We reached my floor and left the elevator with my arm around her waist.

“I can’t wait to taste your pussy,” I said.

“Mmmm… I want to feel your beard against my thighs,” she replied.

“I want to feel your thighs wrapped around my head as you cum.”

“I want to rub my entire body against your cock.”

“I want to fuck your magnificent tits.”

“I want to feel you shoot your load in my cunt.”

“I want to fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” We arrived at my door as I said this. I unlocked it, turned on the light and turned off the alarm. Kriszta followed me in. I closed the door behind her, then pressed her against the wall and thrust my tongue into her mouth.

She pushed her tongue back against mine, sliding over it and into my mouth. Her hips ground against me as my hands returned to squeeze her delectable ass. Soon, we moved into the bedroom. I turned on all the lights in the room “I want to be able to see you,” I said and sat down on the end of the bed. I kicked off my shoes and gesturing at the radio said “Do you want music?”

Kriszta walked over to the radio, turned it on and selected a station. She started dancing in front of me, swaying back and forth, running her hands all over her body and up into her hair, turning around slowly, then quickly so that her skirt flared out and gave me a nice peek at her ass.

“Take off your top,” I urged. She complied slowly, unbuttoning the few buttons, then turning her back to me as she slipped it off her shoulders and arms. She swung it around her head and tossed it to me. She danced over to me and pressed her bare tits against my face. I squeezed her ass, then pulled her towards me. She straddled me as I began licking and sucking on her tits. She moaned softly as my hands moved down to her legs, then under her skirt to squeeze each ass cheek. I slipped one hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy from behind and below. She let out another soft moan as my hand moved back and forth across her sopping wet thong.

She pushed against me and stood up to continue dancing. A few more turns, bumps, and grinds and she was facing me, slowly pulling her skirt down. I watched as her tits and then her hair swung forward. She stepped out of her skirt and stood up. She tossed the skirt at me and continued dancing in her thong panties, thigh-high fishnet stockings, and heels. I could see the dark shadow of her pubic hair through her thong along with a large wet spot.

Kriszta turned away from me and bent over at the waist, thrusting the globes of her ass out towards me. She slowly slid her thong off of her hips, over her ass, and down her legs. When the thong reached her ankles, she slid one foot out of them and put it back down further away.

I could see everything: the curve of each ass cheek, the slick lips of her cunt, the long expanse of each leg encased in thigh-high fishnet stocking, her breasts and hair falling towards the floor, and her face - her sweet upside down smile and the twinkle in her eye. I sighed in pleasure.

She laughed and stood up. She strutted over to me and, thrusting her proud breasts into my face said, “So what was it that you promised me in the bar? That you would ‘lick my clit until I begged for mercy,’ I think?”

“I did say that,” I replied while slipping my hands up to squeeze her ass. “But I think first you were supposed to give me a really good couch dance and let me do whatever I wanted to you.” With that I took a nipple in my mouth and sucked hard while running two fingers along the lips of her pussy from asshole to clit and back. She pulled my head away from her breast and leaned forward to thrust her tongue into my mouth. As she did, my fingers slipped up and into her hot wet pussy. She moaned as she swirled her tongue around my mouth and I worked my fingers in and out of her.

She came up for breath and I pulled my fingers out of her pussy. I put them in my mouth and sucked them clean of her pussy juice with a “Yum.” She laughed. I pulled her towards me so that she was straddling my lap and squeezed her ass some more. Tilting my head up, I kissed her lips briefly then went back to licking and sucking on her tits. I ran my tongue around and around each firm globe from chest to nipple and back then on to the other breast. Kriszta began grinding her hips against my lap.

She kicked off her shoes and stood up on the bed so that her pussy was in front of my face. “Lick my cunt,” she told me pushing my head against her crotch. I happily complied, running my tongue back and forth along her pussy lips and flicking her clit, tasting her sweet juices. Meanwhile, I slid my hands slowly up and down her stocking covered legs from high heels to curvaceous ass and back down again. She steadied herself against a bedpost and rotated her hips, grinding her pussy against my busy tongue. I flicked my tongue back and forth across her pussy and slowly slipped a finger inside of her.

She moaned and ground against me faster, pushing my head against her cunt. Her juices ran down my finger as I worked her. She began trembling and almost fell. I lowered her down onto my lap, keeping a finger working inside of her and we began kissing again. I slipped a second finger into her and began finger fucking her furiously, rubbing her clit against the part of my hand outside her cunt. She cried out as she came, trapping my fingers inside her and my hand between her spasming legs.

I held her as her breathing slowed, nuzzling her neck and gently moving my fingers in her pussy. She looked up at me with bright eyes and smilingly said, “I’m not begging for mercy yet.”

“Okay,” I said. Lifting her off my lap, I laid her on the bed so that her ass was at the end and her legs hung over, then I fell to my knees on the floor and spread her legs wide open. I ran my tongue and beard down one thigh, flicked lightly across her soaked pussy, and up the other thigh. Back and forth I went, touching her pussy and clit with only the briefest and lightest of touches possible.

“Lick my clit!” she said ordered after three or four teasing passes of my tongue, trying to force my head down with her hands.

I resisted her pressure, “Beg for it! Beg for it like the slut you are. You know you want it - tell me how much you want it!”

“Please! Please!” she shouted. “Lick my clit. I’m on fire. I need you to lick me. Please!” She continued trying to push my head against her and started trying to heave her hips up against my face. I lapped once along her cunt from bottom to top, flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit a few times before pulling away.

“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop! I need it. Please please please,” she begged.

I lowered my head to her again and began rhythmically working her clit with my tongue. Within a very short time she was cumming again, pressing my head into her and humping her hips up towards me. As she came, I let go of her knees so that her legs could wrap around my head, I kept working on her clit at the same, steady rhythm. I reached up and took a nipple in each hand, pinching hard. She bucked and screamed through her orgasm, squeezing my head between her legs and pressing her cunt against my tongue. Throughout it, I continued to lick steadily at her clit. As she peaked again and again, I slipped a finger into her and curled it forward to rub her G-spot as my tongue continued to work on her clit.

Soon it was too much for her. She was squirming, trying to get away from me. She swiveled her hips this way and that trying to escape up the length of the bed and pushed against my head, trying to keep my tongue from her clit. I wrapped my other arm across herhips and kept at her with my tongue and finger.

“Please stop!” she screamed. “It’s too good.”

I pulled my finger from her cunt and gave it a last long lick up and down and back up tasting her sweet juices. When I lifted my head from her pussy, my beard dripped with her pussy juice. I let go of her hips and leaned back on my haunches. She rolled over onto her side, her legs together and let out a long, low moan. I stayed where I was, watching her recover.

Slowly her breathing returned to normal and the trembling stopped. I could see her pussy juice running slowly out of her cunt and down her thigh.

She said something in Hungarian, then pushed up onto an elbow and looked at me. “Wow. I didn’t really expect you to be able to make me beg for mercy.”

I smiled and stood up. My raging erection was clearly visible through my jeans. “Maybe you can return the favor?” I asked, gesturing at my throbbing cock.

“I’ll certainly do my best,” she replied. She climbed off of the bed and pressed against me, kissing me deeply and running her hands across my body. She pulled off my shirt, then unbuckled my belt and fell to her knees before me. She pulled down my pants and boxers at the same time, freeing my raging cock. She leaned forward and began sucking my cock as she pushed my pants down to my ankles.

I put my hand at the back of her neck and said, “That feels so good.” Kriszta just kept sucking. I glanced around the room and realized that I’d forgotten to draw the blinds when we came in, anybody walking by could have seen us and since the windows were open, everybody in the building could have heard Kriszta’s screaming. As I looked out the window, I realized that I could see somebody in the apartment at the other end of the walkway watching us.

I looked back down at Kriszta, then glanced out of the corner of my eye out the window. The person in the other apartment was standing in a dark room, I could only see them because the lights from the walkway shined in the window. I could make out long hair and a face. As I watched this girl watch us, I realized that her hand was moving between her legs. She was masturbating to Kriszta sucking my cock!

If Kriszta hadn’t sucked me off in the bar, it would have been too much for me. As it was, I had to push Kriszta gently off of my cock in order to keep from cumming on the spot. “Get up on the bed, I want to fuck you doggy style,” I told her. She complied, climbing up onto the bed and kneeling on all fours. She shifted her weight back, so that I could see the slick lips of her pussy bulging out below the graceful curves of her ass. I climbed onto the bed behind her and ran my tongue along her pussy and then around her asshole.

She jumped and laughed. I kneeled behind her and, taking my cock in hand, began rubbing my cockhead against her pussy lips. She moaned and began pushing back against me. I held my cock still and let her impale herself on me slowly. Her pussy was so wet that I slipped all the way in on the first thrust. I put my hands on her hips as we fucked, rocking slowly back and forth.

I stood at the foot of the bed, cupping my firm breasts with both hands, and asked, “Is this what you saw all those years, Billy? Hmmm? Nice, huh! 34Cs,” I teased, tweaking my pink nipples hard for him. “Mmmm, your big hands are gonna’ squeeze ‘em, then you’re gonna’ suck ‘em an’ make me all hot!” I hissed, as he groaned and rolled onto one side. “An’ look at this!” I said, lifting one leg to plant my foot on the bed and splay open my shaven cunt, stroking it with two fingers. “You’re gonna’ fuck my pussy…so hard! You’re gonna’ put your big dick in me an’ fill me up with your cum, huh!” I muttered, salaciously. “Show me what you did when you watched me through my bedroom window, Billy! Yeah…yeah…jack off for me! Ooh, that’s it!” I murmured, parting my cunt lips with two fingers and tormenting the poor boy beyond wit’s end as his hand slid compliantly up and down his shaft. Thor had followed us upstairs and now boldly pushed a wet nose into my butt, snorting loudly, as if wanting us to get on with the show. Responding to his moist hint, I climbed onto the bed, straddling the Great Dane’s young master and feeling the delight of that first flash of heat as the skins of two naked, horny bodies slide against one another for the first time.

I sat on Billy’s upper thighs, slowly jacking his cock from base to tip, which was oozing clear liquid. “Mmmm, Billy, you’re so big! You wanna’ cum in me?” I cooed, smiling, rubbing his cock head inside my dripping inner lips and pulling it out to fist him with my juices. He began whining, wheedling, begging without words, for completion. “You’ve gotta’ tell me what you want, Billy! An’ call me ‘Dee Dee’ when we’re fucking, ‘cos I like that,” I whispered, immediately making him a surrogate for Jack. “C’mon, Billy! Call me Dee Dee!” I rasped, gruffly, leaning down to squash my breasts on his chest and jerk his cock roughly with my hand.

“Aaaangghhh! Dee Dee!” he groaned, and began squirting long ropes of cum onto his belly as I pulled on him. “Dee Dee!…Dee Dee!…Dee Dee!” he cried as his navel filled with his virile liquid. “Gawwd! Oh, shit! Sorry…Dee Dee!” he whimpered, as his load dribbled down off one hip to the sheets.

“S’okay, sweetie. Dee Dee wants to taste ya’!” I said, leaning down and opening my lips to scoop as much of his clear, white seed into my mouth as I could. He tasted so fresh…so young. And, his cock hadn’t gone down. “Mmmm, Billy…you may be quick…but, ooh, you’re all ready for me again!” I beamed, marveling at his youthful stamina.

I pulled him atop me, delighting in his heavy weight, which he tried to lighten by remaining propped on his elbows. I hunched at him desperately, leaking juice all over his thighs, and, finally, my pussy made contact with his glans. Pulling my cum-soaked tongue from his sweet mouth and clutching at his back, I groaned in his ear, “Ooohh, Billy, fuck me now. Just fuck me…please!” I grasped his thick cock and placed it inside my swollen lips, and he took my breath away by ramming it into my sopping vagina. I spread my legs widely, lifting my knees high, and he groaned as he slammed into me to my cervix. I know I was smiling ecstatically, with closed eyes, as I very slowly moved against him, grinding my clit against his pubic bone. After two dozen such movements he came again, crying softly in my ear as his big body shuddered to release another torrent of hot, youthful cum, this time deeply inside me. “Oooh, baby…you’re “so” fast!” I gasped, holding him still against my flattened breasts.

“Aww, Gawwd, Dee Dee!” he whined, “I’m so sorry! This is like a dream to me! All those years of seein’ you an’…an’ now I’m here…an’ “with” you…an’…an’…I just can’t help it”.

“Ssshh, sweetie,” I whispered. We’ve got lotsa’ time. Nobody’s gonna’ be here for hours! If at all! Now, wait a sec an’ I’ll help you,” I murmured, sliding out from under him and rolling him over onto his back. I slipped my hand around his sloppy cock, which was still half-erect, and jacked him for a few moments, using his cum as lubricant. Ah, youth! I thought, as his shaft responded immediately to my strokes. I looked at its unblemished perfection. Almost the length and thickness of Jack’s, I mused, as my fist slid up to grasp the head, again getting red from its diet of healthy blood. Then I dropped my open mouth to the glans and breathed on it hotly, looking up into Billy’s eyes wantonly as my tongue slid around the corona. He moaned, closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and thrashed his head back and forth fitfully as I mouthed him wetly as far as I could go. He groaned deeply as I withdrew, sliding my lips over the head, and beside the bed Thor lifted his noble, black head from his paws and pricked his ears to check on his master.

“Oh, yeah,” I crooned, as he began flexing his hips to drive further into my mouth. “You taste good, Billy,” I murmured flatteringly while flicking my tongue around him. “An’ now I’m gonna’ take all of you,” I warned, as I straddled his hips and poised the angry, flared cock head in my opening. “Uuungghh,” I grunted, as I sat on him, again admitting him to my cervix. I then lay on him so that we could kiss and I could grind myself against him as we fucked. This did it for both of us. I soon began feeling the hot beginning waves of a climax that soon flashed through me fully, and paralyzed me for a moment, while Billy spewed yet another hot load, again far up into me. “Thas’ more like it,” I whimpered, kissing the sweet boy’s face as he lay there as if in a trance.

I returned from downstairs, having gotten another Coke for Billy and another Screwdriver for me. I told him, “Better watch that dog. Downstairs just now he licked me a few times in a very private place.” Billy just giggled and grabbed me, now seeming very familiar with our intimacy.

“God, I’m stoked, Dee!” he said. “I’ve loved you for ten years and now, an’…an’ I just can’t believe that we’re…you know…we’re…”.

“Fucking?” I asked. “Oh, Billy. Sweet, sweet Billy. Listen to me. Baby…please don’t confuse this with love. I know I sound awfully hard and insensitive, but…I’m much older than you and…right now I “need “your company. I need your body, honey. I’m having, you know, a little…uhh, marriage trouble. I hope that’ll end soon. In the meantime, this is our secret and nobody else is to know. If anyone finds out, it’ll end immediately. At best, it’ll last only as long as I allow it to. Understand?” I obviously wasn’t going to tell him about my love for Jack, or the details about Frank, yet I wanted to set the ground rules for my domineering, lascivious use of this darling young stud. And with that I put both our drinks on the bedside table and got on my knees next to him.

With my head on the bed next to his, I breathed what must have been boozy breath into his face, smiled wantonly, and said, slightly humorously but definitely obscenely, “Now…do me like a daawg, okay, big boy?!” Ever compliant, I’ve learned since, the tanned young man grinned, knelt behind me and – within seconds – slid into me easily and began drilling me deeply, with indefatigable resolve, as I moaned, whimpered, and howled my delight. Thor took more than a passing interest in the entire carnal proceeding.

Billy stayed into the evening. I cooked him a quick dinner and, after he’d called his folks to say he’d be home late, we fucked savagely in the kitchen, in the dining room on the table with me screeching for more, and covered with soap while showering. His phenomenal stamina seemed finally to be flagging as I summoned him again to the bedroom, where we enjoyed a slow, easy coupling. My body had never before absorbed so much semen in one day’s time.

I slept well on Tuesday night.

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Wednesday morning I was a wreck, hung over from painkillers and booze, as well as fucking. After a shower, my hands shook as I applied makeup and my eyes were puffy. I felt guilty about having used Billy so boldly to satisfy my lusty needs. But I did feel sated, physically…at least for the moment. However, today I’d be having a long lunch with Mandy, my work mate from the office, and needed to straighten myself out before seeing her. I’d decided to tell her everything that had happened in the past few days, since I trusted her and no person other than myself knew of all that had transpired.

Billy and the other workers had been busy for three hours downstairs, so I stayed upstairs after repelling Billy’s early morning horny advances. He’d arrived just after dawn, awakened me, and had wanted to take up where we’d left off the night before. But I’d plead fatigue and gone back to sleep, halfheartedly assuring him of a future tryst. Jack called and inquired as to the state of the project’s progress…and I told him I missed him, which I truly did. Lonely for him and…just to ease into the day, I took a Percodan, read some articles, and listened to classical music before dressing.

Mandy had said to dress casually. We’d be going to a women’s club to which she belonged. For underwear I put on a new silver thong that Jack had given me, and a white, push-up bra with clasps in front. For a skirt I chose a dark brown denim mini, scattered with copper rivets. For a top I selected a lightweight, cream satin bomber jacket…a cute little front zip number I’d picked up on sale that works as a blouse or wrap. It set off my olive skin nicely and, even with lots of makeup and newly dyed hair, today I needed all the help I could get from my clothing. Forget about stockings, I thought. Instead, I donned dark brown, suede lace-up boots that are nearly knee high. A gold loop necklace and earrings completed the picture. Looking in the mirror, I was amazed at how extraordinarily young I looked, and smiled dreamily. I’d gathered my hair loosely at the back of my neck and a few strands dropped casually over my temples to frame my face. I was cute, I thought, and happy that the pill had taken effect, since – guiltily – my memories of Billy returned and I felt like a total slut. Or, I wondered, was “slut” what I really meant when defining a woman who finally takes control and enjoys sex on her own terms?

I “did”, however, realize that yesterday’s fucking had, for the moment, all but eliminated the symptoms of my panic attacks.

As Mandy drove, she received my news with shock when I recounted Saturday night’s rape and Frank’s reaction to it, as well as the blackmail photos that had made me a gloryhole heroine. Confessing all to her was comforting, and she kindly held my hand, squeezing it as I periodically started to weep. I even told her of my suspicions about Jack engineering Bruce’s violent punishment, to which she said little. She admonished me for popping wholesale amounts of Percodan…and stealing it from the office. “Don’t jeopardize your job, sweetie. The docs keep a tight inventory of those pills. Besides, you need uppers, not downers,” she said. “Today I’ll give you something that’ll put you on top of the world!” she gushed, her eyes flashing wickedly. We arrived at our destination and she parked next to a large, two-story building. It was as nondescript as it was off the beaten track. “C’mon, I’m gonna’ show you a great afternoon!” she said, trying to buoy my spirits.

Inside there were scores of large, round tables, all nicely set up for lunch on crisp white cloths, with beautiful china, goblets, and silver flatware. Many women had already arrived and Mandy spent a few seconds working the tables socially around the empty one she’d selected for us. We ordered drinks, a Tequila Sunrise for me, and continued talking, all the while being attended to by a bevy of young, good-looking male waiters. One of ours was the cutest little guy, a black-haired young man of about 24 with center-parted hair that curled pertly down over his temples and highlighted his fine, angular facial features. “Alain is French,” Mandy whispered as she caught my eyes following his slight frame around the tables while he deposited pats of butter on bread plates. He was hardly my ideal type, yet…there was something undeniably cuddly about him. “He’s in theatre…a dancer. He just works here to pay the bills,” she explained, sharing the universal story of the starving artist with me. “And he’s not gay, Dee. Trust me!” she added. Alain brought us another drink at Mandy’s behest, and my head started feeling light from the alcohol.

Before I knew it the hall had filled up and the din of female conversation and laughter filled the air. All seemed to know one another, including the four who had joined us at our table, and the atmosphere was marvelously convivial. The lunch was delicious and, given the amount of wine being consumed, it appeared that few women were returning to work in the afternoon. Alain was a very attentive waiter, often asking me with silent eyebrow movements if I wanted more of this or that. When he did speak, his voice was very soft…almost femininely soothing. Dishes were cleared and I ordered “Crème Brulee “for dessert with coffee. “Here. Take one of these,” Mandy said, pressing into my palm three white tablets that looked like aspirin. I started to ask what they were and she said, “An upper. You’ll enjoy the show more.” Being the trusting soul that I am, I popped one and stashed the remaining two in my bag.

Wow! A show! I thought, as long, floor-to-ceiling draperies moved electrically on tracks to obscure all doors and windows in the hall. As the room turned dark, muted purple and violet black lights turned the faces in the room into shaded shapes that would tax even the best of eyes searching for distinct features. Suddenly, a large, round stage was elevated from floor level in the center of the place to a height of about four feet, draped with a white satin apron. On it, at the back, was a chaise draped in the same white material. The dull thud of subwoofer drumming began to sound from somewhere as overhead spotlights illuminated the stage entirely. An amplified woman’s voice came out of nowhere and announced: “Ladies! For your enjoyment we present Bela, Frieda, and Monique, fresh from their Eastern European tour!”

Two women and one man bounded onto the stage and graced us with deep, theatrical bows, playing to the house all around the stage. The man, Bela, was dressed in a form fitting charcoal pinstripe suit, over an open-necked ruffled shirt, black and white loafers, and his thick blond hair was slicked down with gel. One of the women – Frieda – was very tall, and dressed in a sleek, silver satin dress slit to the hip, which revealed black, fishnet stocking-clad dancer’s legs graced with tall, silver stiletto pumps. Her very long dark hair was fastened with a jeweled clip at the back of her head, which allowed it to flow freely. The other woman – Monique, I assumed – was also tall, yet had dark auburn hair, done in ringlets, and she was wearing a lace, merry widow corset-like thing that passed between her shapely legs. On those she wore lace top, fishnet, thigh-high stockings, which showed her creamy white skin to full effect. On her feet were very tall, black stiletto heels.

The music began…a tango…that was beautiful, with long, cascading passages of strings, to which Bela and Frieda danced…very erotically. I picked up my napkin to fan my face and Mandy caught sight of me, smiling. I was very warm, and the music was transporting me to…to somewhere I wish I’d been a long time ago. The dancers were turning me on. I wanted to get up and dance with them! I felt so good! I reached out and touched the shoulder of the woman next to me, and the faraway look in her eyes locked on mine. She grabbed my hand, squeezing it firmly. I felt myself bonding with all the women at the table…all the women in the room! Bela removed his jacket. Actually, Monique peeled it off of him, very erotically, and in time with the music. She’d also taken from Frieda a silver cape that she’d worn on entering.

But Monique was hardly just a wardrobe person. She danced apart from the other two, mimicking and echoing each of their sensuous, angular movements as the long, passionate tango continued. It was so hot! So sexy! So erotic! The lights changed colors as the music progressed, and more clothing was discarded: first Bela’s shirt – revealing his absolutely godlike oiled, golden torso, which caused a low moan from the assemblage that became louder; then Frieda’s skirt, leaving her in a silver bustier and thong. Monique had doffed her corset at some unnoticeable moment and wore a black thong, with her nipples covered by two small, black pasties. I whimpered slightly at my excitement and covered my mouth, hoping not to embarrass my hostess, Mandy. But no one could have heard me. The ambient moaning, interrupted only by the music, seemed at a fever pitch now. Then, Bela stripped off his breakaway trousers and shoes. He spun away from Frieda at a crucial point in the dance, and pirouetted slowly away, with arms above his head, to show all onlookers the size of his bulging package…all done up in the tightest G-string! It appeared that he was nearly erect.

The less patient – or drunk – women in the house screamed for him to take it off. I was transfixed, yet I was rolling, in time with the sensuous Spanish music. In the meantime, Monique had joined Frieda on the chaise, on which they lay in a poetic embrace, languorously stroking and licking one another’s bodies, now naked save for their stockings and heels. As a lifelong theatre buff, I looked for some hint of the phony, the rehearsed…some lack of authenticity…but couldn’t detect it. The women were writhing against one another, then began sucking at one another’s pussies with their thighs trembling. Then Bela stripped off his G-string to reveal an immense, rigid cock, which looked as if it were oiled like the rest of him, and paced slowly, like a giant golden cat toward the chaise and his prey. The music had faded, and been replaced by a barely perceptible drumming, a subsonic beat that the subwoofers emitted and that hit me somewhere between my uterus and my pussy. I realized suddenly that I was soaking wet – that I was horny again! – and that it was alright! The presence of estrogen was so thick in the room that my small contribution would hardly have been noticed.

Bela was briefly fellated by Monique, who then assisted him in entering Frieda, with a flourish of multi-colored light and amplified sound. As Frieda thrust one graceful leg into the air and brought the stiletto heel down on his backside all the lights in the room went out and stroboscopic lights from above the stage focused intermittently on their clashing bodies. Frieda’s head was thrown ecstatically back over the end of the chaise, her long dark hair now reaching the floor, as Bela plowed into her. A new distant sound came from the house speakers…the hint of a primitive, moaning, almost subhuman call of pleasure…that galvanized the audience. The flashing erotic images on stage were added to by Monique, who languorously stroked between Bela’s spread legs as he plunged into his partner, first massaging his magnificent back, buttock, and upper thigh muscles, then – kneeling – she licked voraciously at his rectum and balls as he thrust. The stage revolved, showing all in the house the slick, deep penetrations of Bela’s cock into Frieda, whose body coiled and uncoiled like that of a serpent. This went on for several minutes, as the audience voiced its lusty approval. Then the strobe lights ceased and incandescent spotlights lit the scene as Bela picked up his partner, who clasped her legs gracefully around his hips with Monique molded against his back, sandwiching him with Frieda. He then raised his face to the sky and, grimacing, shouted out a mammoth, trembling climax with the dark-haired woman…all of his gorgeous muscles straining and revealing their sweet agony as he spent his load. Frieda writhed in the orgiastic throes of her own orgasm, her limbs thrashing about as if the movements had been choreographed by the Greek god Eros himself. She screamed piercingly, shrieking words in a language I’d never heard. Finally, the lights went out, leaving the house pitch black, as the now dead-silent audience suddenly erupted into screeches of approval and applause.