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This is the story of Kristi, my wife, and her adventure in a New York City live
sex club.   It is split between Kristi's actual fantasy night, the next monday,
and  a  scene  in my office that same Monday.   To help sort out the characters
involved in this sketch, Diane was the vice-president in charge of marketing in
my company.   She is extremely sexual, in fact, she got the job she has because
she fucked her  way  to  the  top  in  one  weekend.    She is manipulative and
resourceful, as you will soon see.   Sandy was my personal secretary.   She too
is a woman who responds with a positive approach to sex.  She is bi-sexual, and
enjoys both me and Diane,  usually in the same afternoon.   She is married to a
rather pedestrian husband, a man who cannot begin to satisfy her needs.

It Begins

     Kristi had chosen for her fantasy a secret dream that she had never before
told Phillip.   She had a craving,  a secret desire to be fucked in front of  a
room  full  of strangers.   Up to now,  the only time she was anywhere close to
fulfilling this secret need was when she  and  Phillip or she and a lover would
perform the sex act during an orgy.   But this was going to be different.  This
was a case of having every eye in the room on her,  on her pussy, on her mouth,
as a dick was sliding in and out,  getting bigger and hotter until  it  finally
explodes  its  creamy  load  right  into  her  in  front  of an entire group of
depraved,  horny strangers.   Her pussy was  finally  going to be the center of
attraction.   It was going to be her alone that would become the sexual  centre
of lust for a roomful of strangers.

     And what was going to make this even more special was the fact her husband
would be in the audience,  watching, hearing other men cheer her on, seeing the
lust  in  the  faces  of the audience and watching as total strangers pulled on
their cocks in lustful abandonment while they watch his wife get royally fucked
on a stage in front of them.    Thinking about this almost triggered a round of
spasms in Kristi's pussy as she rode to the theater in the back of the limo.

     When Phillip spotted the theater,  he asked Jeffery  to  stop.    He  told
Kristi he would go in and make the arrangements for her.

     "I can make my own arrangements.   You wait her in the car.  I'll send for
you when I'm ready." Kristi spoke the works like a four star general.   Part of
her  fantasy was to set up the whole thing herself.   If Phillip wasn't present
when the deal was cut,  he  would  be  more  shocked when he witnessed her act.
That aspect of the fantasy was very important to her.   She was  about  to  act
like  a  whore  in front of her husband,  and whores don't need permission from
anyone to be whores.

     She got out of the car and started into the theater.   Phillip lowered the
window between Jeffery and himself and spoke to the driver.

     "Follow her, will you Jeff?   Keep back and don't let her see you.   Don't
interfere unless she's in danger  and  report  back  to  me as soon as you know
something." Phillip wasn't about to spoil Kristi's fun,  but this was New York,
and you didn't just let your wife walk into a place like this without some sort
of protection.

     Jeffery followed her into the theater.   It was a much nicer place then he
had expected it to be.  At one time, it was probably a first run theater, where
respectable people came to be entertained.   Now it was sandwiched  in  between
the  hundred  or  so  porno  palaces  for which 42nd street was internationally
known.   The lobby was finished in a garish red and gold trim.   On the flocked
wall were  mini-marquees  advertising  movies  that  were  playing in different
theaters along the strip.   Jeffery watched as Kristi asked the man behind  the
cashier's  cage for directions.   He pointed to a staircase and then hooked his
finger in a leftward direction as if indicating which door she was looking for.
His manner was one that might  suggest  he  was giving directions to the ladies
room,  instead of telling this foxy lady where she could find the man who could
give her permission to fuck her brains out on a stage in  front  of  a  hundred
different men.

     Jeffery followed her up the staircase,  being very careful not to be seen.
He had long ago stopped trying to make sense out of the actions of his clients.
The richer they were,  the kinkier their games.   He waited when she knocked on
the door and watched as she opened it, went in and closed it behind her.  There
was nothing for him to do now but wait.

     Phillip  was  sitting  in  the limo watching the activity on the sidewalk.
Without a doubt, every perversity in the world could be found right here within
a six block radius of where he was sitting.   For a moment,  Phillip started to
reflect on the path of his life that had led him to be in the back of a limo in
New York City watching whores,  pimps and police as they made their way through
the concrete jungle,  a jungle filled  with predators of every type.   But this
was just a momentary reflection.  His eyes stopped on the nimble body of a girl
who couldn't have been more than sixteen years of age, the ring around his cock
started to dig in again.

     Kristi looked at the manager of the theater and for just a  second,   lost
her resolve.   He was a greasy, nasty looking man.   He was not a man she would
have spoken to if she had met him on the street, but now, she was about to seek
his  permission  to fuck publicly in his theater.   Gathering her courage,  she
began to speak.

     "Excuse me.  Are you Mr. Timms?

     Without looking up, he replied, "Why you wanna know?"

     "The man downstairs said that I had  to  talk  to you if i wanted to be in
the show tonight."

     Timms looked up and said, "You a cop?"

     "No."

     "And you wanna be in our show?"

     "Yes," then she added, almost as an afterthought, "I'm an amateur."

     "No shit!" He said with mock surprise.

     "Well,  can I be in the show?   Kristi was already getting a bit tired  of
this two-bit grease ball.

     "Yeah, sure.  You can be in the show.  You got a partner?"

     "A partner?"

     "Yeah, a partner.   What you gonna do lady, fuck yourself?" You gonna need
someone  to stick it to you.   If you ain't got no partner,  I can get you one.
They's always lots of volunteers every night.   You wanna fuck a white guy or a
black dude?"

     One thing Kristi could say about  Timms,  he certainly didn't mince words.
Kristi thought for a minute an answered, "A black man would be nice."

     "I doubt that he'll be nice,  but I'll fix you up.    Show  starts  in  40
minutes.    Take  this  note down stairs and go into the door marked 'Employees
Only.' When you go in,  ask  for  Silky.    Tel  he  I  said you was to get the
Trinidad.  Got it?"

     "Sure." Kristi bent forward to pick the note up off Timm's desk.  He moved
his hand over hers and looked up at her and she  recognized  the  look  of  raw
lust.

     "You  wanna give me a little sample of how good you are?   I wouldn't mind
you sucking my dick a little."

     Kristi was tempted.   After all,  she reasoned,  a whore's a whore, but if
she had to be on stage in less than  an hour,  she had a lot to do.   After the
show, I'll suck your nuts through your dick."

     "Sure.  Sure you will." He was looking back at his desk, not at her.  "I'm
sure you will."

     Kristi left the dingy little office  and  went  back  downstairs.    She'd
spotted  Jeffery  in  the  hall way and smiled to herself.   Phillip was such a
dear.   He hadn't  wanted  to  interfere,   yet  he  didn't  want  to leave her
unprotected.   She waited at the foot of the stairs  until  Jeffery  came  back
down.

     "Hello, Jeffery," she said calmly.

     "Oh, hello, ma'am.  I was just ah, I was..."

     "I know what you were doing.

     It's alright.   Go tell Phillip that I'm on in about a half hour, and that
I have to get ready.  Tell him my stage name will be Nicole and tell him that I
hope  he enjoys the show." Kristi knew before the night was over that Phillip's
dick would be sore for a week.   She was almost tempted to send the key for the
cock ring out with Jeffery,  but knowing  that pain was a turn-on for Phillip ,
she decided to let him enjoy himself just a little longer.

     "Doesn't that hurt your dick?" The young girl asked Phillip when he pulled
his cock out for her to suck.

     "Only when it gets hard," he answered.

     "But doesn't it get hard when I touch it?"

     "It gets very hard when you touch it,  and it's going to get  even  harder
when  you suck it.   But after I come,  it will get soft again,  and it'll stop
hurting.   Now,  put your mouth on my dick and start sucking." He had spoken to
her like she was a little girl,   not  a whore working the streets of New York.
She knew what he wanted and even if she did look young and innocent,  this girl
had sucked more dicks then you could get on a troop ship.   She understood what
the cock ring was for,  and as she was sucking Phillip,  she would from time to
time put a little more pressure around the base of his cock,  causing the  ring
to dig deeper into his tender flesh,  and when she did, he would jerk back just
a little, and his dick would seem to get harder still.

     Tammy  had been sucking dicks for six years now.   She looked like she was
sixteen,  but she was actually twenty.   This was not her first blow job in the
back of a limo.  One of the drawbacks to working the street was that very often
the tricks didn't want to go into a  private place,  such as a hotel room or at
least a car.   Tammy had sucked many a dick while kneeling in an alley or  just
inside  a closed shop entrance.   At least in the back of this limo,  she had a
soft carpet to knell on.

     As her tongue went up  and  down  on  the  newest cock to visit her mouth,
Tammy had a chance to think about her surroundings.   It was warm in the  limo,
and  she  actually  felt  safe for the time being.   In a world full of men who
don't see her for anything other than  a  place to rub their dicks,  this short
respite from the coldness of New York was almost welcome.  She reached her hand
down to the ring he was wearing  around  his  cock  and  squeezed  with  gentle
pressure.    His come started to ooze out of his dick.   Tammy kept sucking and
swallowing.   She usually didn't let her trick come in her mouth, and she never
swallowed it,  but tonight, she sensed this guy was different.   She had wanted
to give him something special.  She didn't know why, she just did.

     The world is full  of  strange  things.    A  man  in  the back of a black
limousine with a diamond studded cock ring around his dick with a young  hooker
sucking  and  squeezing  him  for  all  she's  worth  was  just another strange
occurrence in a strange world.

     She finished sucking Phillip just as the rap came on the limo window.

     "It's okay.  It's just the driver." Phillip told Tammy as she adjusted her
tank top to conceal  her  tiny  breasts.    He  reached inside his billfold and
handed her a hundred dollar bill.  "Here," he said, "Here's a tip for you.  You
were perfect!"

     Tammy scurried out of the car,  and back to her life of strange  men  with
strange needs.  She never looked back.

     After  she was gone,  and Phillip had returned his now much limper cock to
the safety of his trousers,  Jeffery lowered the partition between the two men.


     "Did you follow Kristi?" Phillip asked.

     "Yes sir," Jeffery replied.  "She told me to tell you that she would be on
in..." Jeffery looked at his watch,  "in  about thirty minutes and that she was
using the name 'Nicole' and that she was very sorry about the bracelet."

     Jeffery was proud of himself.  He was sure he remembered everything Kristi
had said, even though none of it made any sense to him.

     "Why don't we go in now, then," Phillip suggested.

     "You want me to go in there with you,  sir?" Jeff was surprised.   He  had
taken  people  everywhere  in  New  York,  but when they got to where they were
going, very seldom did they invite him in.

     "I'm wouldn't have you miss this for the world.  And neither would Nicole,
I'm sure."

     Phillip was surprised at  the  amount  of  people  who were already in the
theater.   There were at least fifty men milling around the isles, and at least
that many already seated.   He and Jeffery found two seats in the third row and
sat down.   As Phillip looked around the theater,  he was mildly shocked to see
the caliber of the customers.  They were not the seedy greasy types that he had
expected.   Instead,  he found that for the most part,  they were well- dressed
middle class New Yorkers.   he was even more surprised to see that  several  of
the men had women with them.   Even so, the sexual tension in the air was thick
enough to slice for toast.

     Jeffery leaned over and asked Phillip,  "Just exactly what kind of theater
is this.  I mean, this is a porno movie house, isn't it?"

     "Sort of," answered Phillip.  "

     "I don't follow you, sir." Jeffery was confused now.   He had wondered why
Kristi had come in here to begin with,  and now, after finding out what kind of
place this was, well, none of this made any sense to him.   Unless...  No, that
was  ridiculous!   He was about to ask Phillip another question when the lights
started to dim.    A  man  in  a  white  tuxedo  walked  unto  the stage with a
microphone in his hand.

     "Welcome to the Saturday  Night  Amateur  Contest  at  the  Silken  Garter
Theater.  As many of you know, each Saturday night, the Silken Garter turns its
stage over to a bevy of beautiful women and a gang of great gents.  Each couple
is allowed twenty minutes to entertain you.  During that time you will see them
touch each other,  they will remove each other's clothes, and they will fondle,
suckle and perhaps,  if they don't lose their nerve,  or their ability, you may
even  see  them  fuck.    Now please understand that these are not professional
actors.   These people are merely on this  stage to compete with each other for
the two hundred dollar cash prize.   If they do something you like,  cheer them
on.   If they lose their nerve and run off the stage,  well,  we can't  all  be
winners, can we?"

     The  MC seemed bored with what he was saying.   Then he continued.   "Now,
without further delay, let me present our first contestants.   From California,
the land of fruit and nuts, comes Vicki and her friend, Jake.  Let's give a big
Silken Garter welcome, for Vicki and Jake!"

     The lights on the stage went out for a moment and then the curtain opened.
Phillip watched as the first couple  entered  the stage and took a bow.   Vicki
was a nice looking woman in her early 20's.   She had blonde hair  and  a  nice
figure.  There was nothing exceptional about her and if Phillip had seen her on
the street, he certainly wouldn't have pegged her for a sex star.  Her partner,
Jake,   was  also a nice looking young man.   He looked like he might have been
about 30, maybe a bit younger.  They were obviously nervous and their movements
were stiff and unconvincing.   The  pair  began  to undress each other and when
they were naked,  Vicki reached for Jake's cock.   She seemed to be  trying  to
unscrew it from his body,  and after a few minutes of this hand to cock combat,
the audience grew impatient.

     "Put  it  in  your  mouth,   bitch!" Someone screamed from the back of the
theater.

     "Make her eat your dick!" Someone else hollered.

     "Get off the stage if you're not  going  to fuck him," still a third voice
yelled.

     Vicki started to cry, grabbed her clothes and ran off the stage, obviously
embarrassed that she had failed to be wanton enough for this crowd.  Jake was a
little cooler.  He gathered his garments and walked off the platform with a bit
more dignity.   After all, his walk seemed to say, it wasn't his fault the girl
had failed to perform.  He had been more than ready for her.  His cock had been
hard and willing.   The announcer bounced back into the spotlight and picked up
where he'd left off before.

     "Well, let's give a big hand to Vicki and Jake.   They weren't the hottest
I've ever seen,  but what the hell,  they tried.   Let's give them a big  hand.
The  theater  was  silent.    Talk about a tough audience.   Phillip was having
doubts about this whole thing when  the something the announcer said caught his
ear.

     "Now, from right here in little ole New York, comes Nicole and her African
lover, Trinidad!  Let's give them a big welcome as they come to you with sex on
their minds."

     Once again the theater darkened.   This time when the lights came back on,
standing on the stage next to the biggest black man Phillip had ever seen,  was
Kristi.   She was wearing only the green corset and panties he'd given  her  to
wear  tonight.    Even  in her high heels,  she only came half-way up the black
man's chest.  Her partner, Trinidad was wearing a white headband, no shirt, and
a tight pair of white pants.   With every breath he took,  his huge hairy chest
would heave outward and outline the  ripple of his pectoral muscles.   His arms
were as big around as Kristi's thighs,  and if the snugness of his  pants  were
any  indication,   his arms weren't the only part of his anatomy that was thick
and bulging.

     Kristi took her hand and slid it across the front of his white pants while
the entire theater watched.   She had seen the first couple and wasn't about to
make the same mistakes.   She threw  herself  into the part instantly!   As her
left hand fondled the big man's cock through his pants,   her  right  hand  was
raking his chest with her painted red nails.   She took his nipples between her
fingers  and while she twirled them and pinched them,  they became visible hard
and when she put her lips on them,  leaving behind the wet, glistening evidence
of her mouth,  the crowd was hooked.    Kristi began to unzip her black lover's
pants.   As the zipper opened,  you could hear a pin drop in the theater.   Her
small white hand disappeared into his pants and when it came out again, seconds
later,  it held the base of his cock.   The rest of his twelve  inch  tool  was
swaying in front of him like an elephant's trunk.

     Kristi dropped to her knees and began to lick and suckle his dick right on
the  stage.    The  large man undid his belt and unsnapped the waistband of his
pants.   Without letting his cock fall from her mouth, Kristi pulled and tugged
his form fitting pants off his ass  and  down his legs.   He stepped out of the
pile of cloth at his feet and still without breaking contact with her mouth, he
kicked his pants off to the side of the stage.

     Kristi was sitting now on the floor of the stage facing the audience.  The
black man was standing over her,  also facing the audience,  his big dark  cock
draped over the white woman's forehead and across her face, into her mouth.  He
bent forward, and for the first time that night, gave relief to Kristi's tender
nipples.   Freeing them from within the confines of the green corset, he rubbed
and pulled her perfect bullet nipples for the entire room to see.   His massive
black  hands  were  capable of completely covering her round soft tits,  and as
they traveled across that silky soft  expanse  of breasts,  it was obvious that
Kristi was getting very hot.

     The big man reached down and jerked the white whore from his  cock.    She
had been sucking him like a tick on a blue hound,  but he wanted more than that
from her.   His 12" dick was going to split this white bitch in two.  He pulled
her  to  her  feet,   and  with one hand,  rippled her panties from her crotch.
Kristi almost came right then and there,  but she wanted to wait as much as her
black stud had wanted to.

     The coolness  of  the  theater  air  rushed  against  her  pussy,  and the
sensation,  coupled with the knowledge that her husband was  somewhere  in  the
audience watching his wife act like a slut,  was almost enough to send her into
spasms.

     The audience was going wild!  Men were screaming to the black man.

     "Fuck her!" yelled one.

     "Fuck that white bitch!" screamed another.

     "Stick  that  big  black  cock into her pink pussy!" This one from a white
woman seated two chairs to the right of Phillip.

     Stick it in her!" yelled Phillip, himself.  He was a little surprised that
he had yelled that out.  So was Jeffery.

     Holding Kristi with his right arm,  the black man reached up and undid his
headband.   In a move so quick,  that most of the audience missed the maneuver,
Trinidad pulled Kristi's hands behind  her  back  and tied them together.   She
couldn't stop the big black man now if she wanted to.   And she  sure  as  hell
didn't want to.

     The  African pushed his white whore down to the cushions thated the stage.
With one hand,  he grabbed he left ankle and jerked her to the very edge of the
stage.   He then pulled her upright, as if she was standing on her head.   With
her arms tied behind her back,  there  was no defensive move Kristi could make.
She had surrendered her fate to this monster and now could  only  wait  to  see
what  he  would  do to her next.   She didn't have long to wait.   Grabbing her
other ankle,  he lifted her off the  stage.    His arms were straight up in the
air,  and her body dangled in front of him, like so much meat.   He was holding
her high enough for her pussy to be right in front of his mouth.   His dick was
poking her in the chin as she dangled there in thin air.

     Her black master just laughed as she bobbed her head,  trying to reach his
cock.   The bitch wanted black meat in her and she was about to get  her  fill.
His  long  pink tongue licked the moist slit of her pussy in a long exaggerated
slurp.   The crowd cheered!   All over the theater men had pulled their peckers
out of their pants  and  were  stroking  their  own  dicks,  and in many cases,
someone else's.   There was no mistake;  what was going on right  now  on  that
stage  was  the  real  thing.    The huge black man was about to rape the white
whore, and every man in the theater couldn't wait to see her get fucked.  Every
single man.  Phillip included.

     A chant started in the back of the theater and moved forward.

     "Fuck her!   Fuck her!   Fuck  her!"  It spread throughout the audience by
now.

     "Fuck her!   Fuck her!   Fuck her!" It even spread to  the  third  row  of
spectators  and every man on that third row joined in.   All were rubbing their
cocks,  some through their pants,  some with their cocks exposed.   Some,  like
Jeffery had taken their dicks out and were masturbating right in their seats.

     "Fuck her!   Fuck her!    Fuck  her!"  They  were all calling for Kristi's
immediate fucking.   And while he was chanting,  Phillip knew  that  more  than
anything, his wife was about to have the orgasm of her life.   And this African
was going to give it to her!  While he watched.  While they all watched.

     The  Black  took  his  captive  and dropped her on the bed that was in the
center of the stage.   Her head was hanging over the edge of the bed, her hands
still tied behind her back and she was laying on them now.  Seeing the audience
from this position made Kristi realize how helpless she really was.   The black
stud pulled her legs up and apart and  for  just a moment he looked down on the
rich white bitch that had thought it "might be nice" to fuck a  black  dude  on
stage,  and then, with single minded purpose, he stabbed her between her widely
spread  legs  with his iron hard dick.   In one thrust,  he rammed his 12" cock
straight up her pussy.  In front of a hundred men and a dozen women she'd never
seen before,  Kristi was forced not only to accept this rough fuck, but she was
forced to surrender total control of  her  body to this stranger,  this African
rapist who now forced the ultimate humiliation on her.   He made  her  come  in
front  of this entire audience as he pumped his white cream into her cunt until
it overflowed unto the mattress beneath her.

     Kristi had the fuck of  her  life.    And  her husband had watched it all.
That was all she could think of.  That, and wanting to go home!

     Her black master had other ideas.   Pulling his wet dark  cunt  from  deep
within her steaming cunt, he grabbed her ankles again and this time twirled her
around on the bed so that her dripping pussy now faced the audience.  The black
man's cock was still rock hard,  and it pointed toward the crowd when he walked
forward and said, "Anybody out there want to clean this bitch up?"

     Phillip  couldn't  believe it.   His wife was laying semi- naked on a bed,
her arms bound behind her back,  in  the  center  of a stage with a black man's
come dripping from between her open legs while a hundred  pairs  of  eyes  were
drinking in her whorish behavior.   And the African who had just fucked her was
now offering her to anyone else who wanted to have her.

     Phillip started to stand.   Jeffery grabbed his arm and said, "Let me help
you with this, sir." With that he bounded up the aisle and unto the stage.  His
dick was still dangling between his legs, and he obviously had only one purpose
at that moment.

     Trinidad  stood  aside  as the limo driver knelt down and placed his mouth
over Kristi's pussy,  licking her inside  and out.   Kristi didn't know who was
licking her clit.   She heard the black  man  ask  for  a  volunteer  from  the
audience  and  she  could  see  the  African  standing  at the side of the bed.
Whoever was eating her pussy was an  expert.   She was too tired and too fucked
out to lift her head and watch.

     Phillip stared with disbelief  as  Jeffery  ran  his  tongue  in  and  out
Kristi's  cunt.    The  crowd  was  wild!   Almost an hour had passed since the
announcer introduced the African and Kristi,  and now,  the entire audience was
caught up in the sexual frenzy.   All caused by his wife.  He looked around the
theater.   Almost every  person  there  was  involved  in  some  form of sexual
release.   Those that weren't stroking their own dicks,  were  sucking  someone
else's.  Every woman in the place had at least one dick in their mouth, and one
in  each hand.   Even Phillip had his dick out and was pumping it as he watched
Jeffery work his tongue in and out of Kristi's creamy pussy.

     As Phillip watched,  Jeffery  took  his  tongue  out  of Kristi's cunt and
replaced it with his dick.   At that point,  it didn't matter to Jeffery if  he
ever worked for Phillip again.   All that did matter was that his dick was hard
and meant to fuck Kristi for all he was worth.  What a hot piece of ass!  As he
was pumping into her pussy,  all Jeffery could think of was how hot Kristi was.
Her cunt was burning his dick and he couldn't get enough.   It didn't matter to
him  that the room was a beehive of sexual activity.   It didn't even matter to
him that someone was licking his ass  and fingering his asshole while he fucked
Kristi on the stage.  And it didn't matter that that someone was Phillip!

      Part II

     Kristi finished her bath and decided that today would be a perfect day  to
soak in a little sun.  Wrapping herself in her black lace robe, she went out to
the  pool  and  decided that what she needed was an overall tan.   Dropping the
robe to the ground,  she stretched  out,   face down on the lounge recliner and
began to enjoy the morning rays.   The sun beat down on her round ass  and  its
warmth  felt like a dozen warm hands gently caressing her bottom.   As she laid
there, she began to float down a lazy river of free thoughts and memories.

     There were men along this river.  Big men.  Little men.  Men with dicks of
average size,  men with cocks the size of tree limbs.   There were men who made
love to her and there were men who fucked her.  Some made her happy.  Some made
her sad.   The all made her come.  The river was green, like the eyes that were
Kristi's.  The sun was hot.  Like the pussy that was Kristi.

     As she continued to float down the rolling river, she could feel the hands
of a thousand men touching her,  stroking her,  making her convulse against her
will.   They would put their fingers in her cunt.   She'd try to pull away, but
her pussy would make her  push  back.    They'd  touch her breasts and make her
nipples hard as ice, as hot as fire.   They'd push her ass cheeks apart and put
their fingers in her asshole,  in her pussy.   And they'd part  her  lips  with
their cocks.   One after another,  she would open her lips,  push her tongue to
the  side  and  suck their cocks deep into her throat,  sucking them until they
gave up their  hot  seed  into  her  mouth,   until  she  could feel them spend
themselves in her throat,  pulsing and contracting  and  as  soon  as  one  was
finished,   another began until all the dicks in the world seemed to be waiting
their turn to come in  Kristi's  cunt.    She  was  a whore,  and the world was
waiting its turn.  So many cocks.  She would never find enough time.  Never!

     "Mrs. Renyolds."  Kristi heard one of the men calling her name.

     "Mrs. Renyolds.  Are you okay?"  The voice called to her again.

    "Mrs.   Renyolds.   Can you hear me?" The voice was closer now.    Suddenly
Kristi  realized that it was not a voice from the dream river.   It was a voice
of a very real person.    She  opened  her  eyes.    He couldn't have been over
sixteen at best.   It took a few seconds,  but Kristi was able to put  together
the hot bath, the valiums, the warmth of the sun and her frantic weekend.   She
had  fallen  into  a very deep sleep.   And now she was awake.   Everything was
alright.   She was on her chaise lounge,  it was Monday, and this divine little
boy was the delivery boy from Tony's.  He had brought the things she'd ordered.


     And when she started to get up, she realized she was naked!   Reaching for
the robe she had dropped on the  concrete,  Kristi acted like this was the most
normal thing in the world.   She thought about asking this young man just  what
he  meant  standing there looking at her like that,  but she knew it wasn't his
fault.   He was delivering her  groceries.    But  she wondered how long he had
stood there before saying anything.   How long he spent looking at  her  smooth
ass,   her  firm  thighs,  her naked back.   Had he walked to the bottom of the
lounge and tried to  see  her  pussy  from  between  her legs?   Had he perhaps
touched himself while he had watched her sleep, naked and defenseless?

     Maybe he had taken his little boy penie weenie out of his pants  while  he
was watching her.  Maybe his little boy cock had gotten hard right there on her
patio and maybe he had stroked his dick while he imagined what it would be like
to touch a woman like her.   Maybe he had touched her!  That would be just like
a boy like this to reach out and touch a naked woman as she lay sleeping in the
privacy  of  her own back yard.   Had he been content to just look?   Or did he
lightly touch her ass, the ass that had been naked and defenseless to his gaze.
Maybe touching her ass hadn't been enough for him.   Maybe he had slid his hand
down her ass and had felt  her  pussy  while she slept.   Maybe,  in her sleep,
feeling his hand snaking its way into her pussy,  maybe she had opened her legs
just a bit.   A very natural reaction.   Maybe she had opened her legs  just  a
little  and maybe he had thought that she was opening them for him.   He was so
young!   He had probably not had  a  great  deal  of experience at this sort of
thing.   Maybe when her legs opened just a little,  maybe he had slid a  finger
into  her  pussy.   Maybe this boy had run his middle finger all the way up her
cunt, and when he had, she had probably gotten moist between her legs.

     Maybe she had been dreaming  at  that  very  moment about Phillip or maybe
about the African,  and maybe because of her dream,  maybe she had gotten  more
than a little moist down there.   Maybe she had gotten wet there.  Gotten very,
very,  wet there.   Maybe when he slid his hand into her pussy,  she had gotten
wet and started to react to his hand.   Perhaps while his hand was in her cunt,
and  she  was so wet,  maybe she had started to fuck his hand and when she did,
maybe he thought she was awake and he fingered her harder and faster and deeper
and maybe,  while he was doing all that to her,  maybe,  it was possible, maybe
she had come on his hand.   It was possible, she supposed, that she had come on
his hand at the precise same moment that he had brought himself to a climax and
maybe no he thought that she was never asleep, but that she was just a slut.  A
slut that enjoyed turning  on  young  boys  by  letting  them come on her naked
bottom while they finger fucked her to a screaming orgasm.

     She pulled the robe around her and fastened the belt.   It was a beautiful
robe,  delicately made of Irish lace.   Black lace that showed  her  pink  skin
through  the holes in the lace.   Black lace that covered her body,  except for
all the places that could be seen  through.   Protected her fro the prying eyes
of a world full of men who wanted to see her naked.   They  couldn't  see  much
through  this  robe.    Only  a little piece of skin here and there.   A nipple
perhaps.   A small patch of pussy.   It was better,  Kristi thought, then being
naked!

     "I'm sorry to wake you ma'am,  but I'm from Tony's Market and I needed you
to sign the ticket.   I put the groceries in the kitchen for you, and I started
to leave,  but I was afraid that  maybe something was wrong with you,  and when
you didn't answer me I was afraid maybe you was sick,  or something.   I really
am sor..."

     "It's alright.   I needed to get up anyway.   I guess I was just in a deep
sleep.  I really should apologize to you.  I don't usually lay around the house
naked like that.  I hope I didn't upset you." Kristi was starting to warm up to
this young boy.   "At any rate, all's well that ends well, and I'd say this was
a nice ending, wouldn't you?"

     The boy was in a trance.   He  could  see  right  through  the  robe  Mrs.
Renyolds  was  wearing!    She  must  not  have realized her nipples came right
through the holes in the lace.  He was trying not to stare.  But shit, he could
see her pussy.  This bitch was hot!

     "Well,  if you'll just sign this, I'll be going.   I've got other stops to
make." He was nervous and Kristi could  tell that her first thoughts about this
lad when she awoke couldn't have been further from the truth.   He was  just  a
boy, and if either of them had anything to gear, it was not her.

     "Of course.  I'm going to put you tip on the ticket.  You tell Tony I said
that  you  were a very polite young man.   And you don't tell him you caught me
naked and we'll stay friends for a long time." She said this last remark with a
twinkle in her eyes.   There was no doubt in her mind that a shy young boy like
this would not have the  nerve  to  tell  anyone  about any of this.   The more
Kristi thought about it,  the more she was tempted to instill herself  in  this
youngster's mind as a life time memory.   But he was so young, and besides, she
had to prepare supper.

     She  watched  his  cute  little ass as he walked out the garden gate,  and
found herself getting horny again.   Thank  goodness that Phillip would be home
soon.   She sat back down on the chaise lounge.   When she did,  she sat  on  a
small  puddle  of something warm and sticky.   Kristi caught some on the tip of
her finger, and even before she put it in her mouth, she knew what it was.

     Part III

     Sandy buzzed Phillip's office  and  waited  for  him to respond.   When he
didn't answer,  she didn't buzz again.   After four years working for him,  she
was aware of his habits and knew that when he didn't answer,   it  was  because
something more important had his attention.   And the only thing more important
to Phillip than business,  was pussy.   She buzzed Diane's office.   No Answer.
It  didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what was going on in Phillip's
office.   Or who it was going on with!  If he was doing what she thought he was
doing, she was going to have a very busy afternoon.

     Diane's specialty was blow jobs.  According t the office gossip, she could
suck a cock with the same casualness that a secretary would like a stamp.   She
did not, however, like fucking.   In fact, to her knowledge, the only person in
the company that had fucked Diane was Phillip.  The interesting part about this
was that when Diane was fucked by  Phillip,   she would only let him come once.
That just wasn't enough for a man like him,  and on those occasion,  Sandy  was
called in to serve as a relief fucker.  It was a double header for her, because
while  Phillip  wasn't satisfied with just one fuck,  Diane wasn't satisfied at
all.  So after she'd finish Phillip off, she'd go to Diane's office and satisfy
her.   Neither  of  them  knew  that  she  was  servicing  the  other,  and the
arrangement turned out to be a very fulfilling one.   Sandy got to fuck the man
she loved, and then eat out the pussy she had learned to crave.

     Sandy went into the bathroom to get ready for what she knew would become a
very demanding afternoon.  Taking off her bra, she looked at her breasts in the
full length mirror Phillip had installed in her private bath.  She squeezed the
nipples,  and applied a little rouge to them.   Phillip loved her breasts.   He
said they were exactly the right size for his hands and  mouth.    He'd  always
told  her  that  if  her husband didn't fall asleep with one of her tits in his
mouth at night, he was a grade A idiot!   He really did seem to like them.   If
he was having a really bad day, sometimes he would call her into his office and
just say.   "What a rotten day." That  was  her cue to open her blouse and just
let him look at her tits.  It always seemed to brighten his outlook.

     After she removed her bra,  she put her blouse back on and went back  into
her  outer  office  to  wait  for his call.   She heard the door to his private
entrance close,  and knew she would  be  needed  in the next few minutes.   The
intercom buzzed sooner than she expected.   "Sandy,  could you step in  here  a
moment,  please." It was Diane calling her,  not Phillip.   "Sure thing, Diane.
Be right in." She called Phillip's extension.

     "Phillip, Diane needs me for something.  I'll be back in a minute."

     "Okay.    When  you finish doing what she needs,  could you please come in
here?"

     "Sure thing.   It won't  take  too  long.    I  think  she  has a piece of
dictation for me.  Be to you in about five..."

     Alright!   A double header!   Sandy would have creamed in her panties,  if
she'd been wearing any.   As she walked into Diane's office,  the tall  redhead
was sitting on the corner of her desk.  There was no mistaking her manner.  She
was a woman who needed a job done, and she needed it done right.   Sandy closed
the door and started to lock it.

     "Don't lock it.   I like the excitement of knowing that anyone can walk in
here while you've got your tongue in my pussy." Diane stood up and merely hiked
her skirt up around her waist.  She didn't have any panties or hose on.

     "We don't have a lot of time.  Eat me now!" Diane rasped.

     Sandy walked over to Diane, and gently pushed her back on the desk.  Diane
allowed  herself  to be lowered back on her elbows by the short blonde.   Sandy
bent forward and placed her lips  directly  on Diane's hot pussy.   Diane never
allowed her cunt to be obstructed with hair,  and when she was wet,  her entire
pubic area was slick and glistening.   Sandy had eaten many pussies in the last
four years.  She had eaten them late at night, and early in the morning.  She'd
eaten them for hours at a time,  and had eaten them in short bursts of passion.
She'd eaten pussies in the conventional places,  such  as  bedrooms  and  hotel
rooms,  and in unlikely locations,  such as elevators and parking lots,  but of
all of them, her favorite was always Diane's.

     In the beginning, when she had first started to service Diane on a regular
basis, she had always referred to her as her own sweet eclair.   The first time
she had eaten Diane after she had just been bucked by Phillip,  Diane told her,
"Now  I'm  you  sweet  eclair  with  a  creamy filling." There'd been something
special about eating out a woman  who'd  just fucked her boss,  especially when
she know that the same cock which left its traces in this woman was about to be
in her own pussy within minutes.

     Sandy never understood why, but whenever she ate Diane, she always started
to come the minute Diane let out her first moan and didn't  stop  coming  until
Diane did.   Today was no exception.   Diane was propped up on her elbows,  her
breasts heaving in their blouse,  her long auburn hair brushing against the top
of the desk,  her long legs bowed and spread wide, and Sandy's head was bobbing
up and down as her tongue fervently wagged back and forth,  removing any traces
of Phillip's visit, leaving it its place, the slick warm love juices that Diane
was so generously providing to mix with the hot juices in Sandy's mouth.

     "Oh don't stop, Sandy.   Keep you tongue moving in my cunt.  Damn, you can
eat a pussy.  You've got more tongue than most men have dick!  Yeah, that's it.
Snake it in and out.   Oh!  Oh!  Yeah, bite it.   Bite my clit.  Oh, yes, baby,
suck  me  clean.   Suck that nasty come he left in me.   Suck me clean!   Diane
popped in less than 3 minutes.

     Sandy licked her lips  and  very  daintily  wiped  the juices from Diane's
pussy off her face.  She didn't have a great deal of time.  She'd left her desk
less than five minutes ago,  yet she knew that Phillip needed her and that what
was only three minutes on a clock,  was an eternity on a hard cock.   She would
have ordinarily cleaned Diane up, powdered her twat and comforted her as only a
woman can.   But there was no time for that today.   She looked  at  Diane  and
said,

     "Phillip called me right after you did.   I'll go see what he wants and if
you still need me, I'll come back in after I take care of him."

     With that, she was gone.

     Part IV

     When   Sandy  entered  Phillip's  office,   she  was  not  the  least  bit
disappointed in what she found.   Her  boss  had not waited for her.   When she
opened his door,  the first thing she saw was Phillip,  standing by his window,
looking out at the city.   She was not surprised to find him naked, but she was
surprised to see what he was doing.   Even with his back to her, it was obvious
that he was jerking off.   Closing the door quietly,  she moved next to him  at
the  window.   She had never seen a man do this before.   Her husband said real
men never whack off,  but then,  her husband was an authority on real men.   He
was one of the original Wham bam, thank you ma'am, boys from way out west!   He
had no idea of what  sex  was  about,   or  how  many  different ways it can be
enjoyed.  Though they still lived together, and on an irregular basis, he still
stuck his dick in her,  using her as a receptacle for his lust, Sandy was light
years ahead of him when it came to sex.

     Seeing this strong,  virile man stroke his own cock, unashamed to be doing
it in her presence, brought on a new wave of respect for Phillip.   She put one
hand on his upper right arm and just stroked his arm  as  he  handled  his  own
cock.

     "Talk to me," was all he said.

     "Do  you  want me to talk to you about what I think about when I make love
to someone else?  I'm such a bad girl sometimes.   Do you know that sometimes I
think about what it would be  like  if  I  were forced to fuck someone I didn't
know.   I think about what it would be like to be tied up and be forced to fuck
different men that my husband would bring home.   I  sometimes  think  what  it
would  be  like if I could tie him up and make him watch as you fuck me.   Make
him watch as you take that big dick of  your and run it in and out of my pussy!
Each time you take it out,  he'd see my slick love juice coating your big cock,
and then I think about him watching as I suck your dick into my mouth,  running
my tongue over the head of your cock until you come all over my face.

     "And sometimes I think about typing you down on top of your desk,   spread
eagle,   face  down,   and  I'd  coat  your asshole with Vaseline,  and I'd put
different things up your ass.    Sometimes  I  think about putting my finger up
your ass,  and sometimes I think about putting my tongue there  instead!    And
sometimes  I think about telling my husband what a better lover you are then he
is,  and then calling him and telling  him  that I've got you all tied down and
greased up and telling him to come over and fuck you in he ass with his  little
dick  for  all  the  times  you've  put  that big cock of yours into his wife's
pussy."

     Sandy reached behind Phillip and ran  her fingernails ever so lightly over
his hairy ass,  and with every movement of her nails,  he cock was jerking  and
his hot juice was spilling on his hand and running down to the floor.   When he
had stopped coming, Sandy knelt down beside him, turned his body toward her and
lifted his cock into her mouth, using only her lips and tongue.  In little more
a minute, Phillip came again in his secretary's mouth.   He came like a man who
hadn't come in a week.

     London (another story)

     I  checked  the address on the card one more time.   My friend in New York
had given it to me,  and told  me  that if I wanted to buy something different,
something beyond the normal sexy dresses I liked my wife to wear, that I should
be sure to stop at this address when in London.  But the place at which the cab
was stopped looked small and shoddy.  It had a sign over the door, "Roxanne's,"
but there were no windows, no displays to attract the passerby.   I started not
to go in,  but decided that I had come this far,  a few more  minutes  wouldn't
make any difference.  I told the cab to wait.

     The moment I opened the front door to the shop, I knew my first impression
was wrong!  I was overwhelmed with a sense of sexual urgency.   I could feel it
in the air!  There was a certain smell, a compelling feeling of lust.  I walked
further in,  seeing no one, I began to look around.   My eyes took in the whole
one-room   store   in  a  panorama  of  sensual  delights.    Smells,   colors,
sounds...sounds?   I listened to  the  music  that  came  over the stores sound
system.   There was a beat,  a jungle beat,  and  just  under  what  one  would
normally  listen  to,   I  could make out the sounds of passion,  of two people
locked in a heated fuck,  the guttural grunting,  the squeaking of bed springs,
the short, hard breathes one takes when sawing in and out of a wild pussy!

     "May I help you, sir?"

     I was ripped out of  my  reverie  by  the  voice of a very proper sounding
English woman.  I turned to look into the cool blue eyes of the salesgirl.  She
looked so...I hate to say it, but she looked so pure, so virginal!  I was taken
back by the rush of feelings this woman was eliciting  from  me.    I  at  once
wanted  to tell her that I was looking for a gift for my wife,  and at the same
time,  I wanted to tell this woman, this fantasy person, that she could help me
a great deal.   She could help me  by  sucking  my cock.   She could help me by
showing me her breasts!   Yes, she could help me, but I couldn't find the right
way to respond.

     "May I be of assistance, sir?"  She repeated.

     "Oh, yes.   Sorry, I was preoccupied for a moment.  Yes, I'm looking for a
gift.  For my wife.  She's in America, and I'm going home tonight.  A friend of
mine told me about your store.  He said you had "unusually erotic" items."

     "We do enjoy that reputation.  Now then, what did you have in mind?"

     "I'm not sure.  What do you suggest?"

     "Well, tell me about your wife."

     Where to start?   Kristi defies description.   I wanted to say that,   but
instead I replied with a standard answer.

     "She's very attractive.   Red hair, shoulder length.   5'6" and weighs 115
pounds.   Her measurements are 38-22-36." I wanted to add that her firm breasts
require no bra,  her shapely ass gives me a constant erection, and the shape of
her mouth invites a man's dick to explore it.  But I didn't say those things.

     "And  does she wear tailored,  or fluffy,  or sexy,  or what?   What's her
favorite color?  What's her best feature?"

     "That's a lot of difficult questions,"  I  replied.   I wanted to tell her
that Kristi can wear anything, anything or nothing, and be the sexiest woman in
Texas.   I've seen her dressed in a strict conservative business suit, her hair
pulled back severely in a bun,  and her heaving  breasts  constrained  under  a
tweed  jacket,   yet  look exquisitely sensual,  because I knew that under that
austere costume,  she wore a garter belt,  stocking,  crotchless panties, and a
bra with the nipple holes cut out!   That  was  the day she closed a deal for a
6.5 million dollar office building.  That was also the day she followed me into
the men's room in the lobby of that same building,  and sucked my cock  in  the
middle  of  the  room,  not caring who might come in to the unlocked room,  not
caring who would see her on her  knees  with my dick disappearing in and out of
her mouth!

     But I've also seen her in demure,  feminine clothing.   Things  you  might
expect  any  southern  housewife to wear to the store,  shopping for groceries.
I've seen her wearing a simple cotton  dress,   but I alone knew that there was
nothing on under it!   Not a bra, not a pair of panties...nothing!  And when we
were in the grocery store,  she bent down to pick up  a  can  from  the  bottom
shelf,  and in one deft movement, scooped up the hem of the dress, and revealed
to me,  and any other lucky shopper who was on that isle,  her luscious ass and
creamy  legs.   And she held that pose until I reached over and stroked her ass
cheeks,  running my hand down,  and under,   over the globes of hot flesh,  and
pushed my finger into her wet pussy.   I worked my finger in  and  out  of  her
cunt,   listening  to  her  moan  softly,  unconcerned over who might see this,
perhaps getting hotter and hotter at the thought that someone might,  until she
shivered with an orgasm, coming on my hand, in the middle of Isle 9.

     But she can wear sexy also!  And when Kristi wears sexy, she wears it like
no other woman can!   She is a woman who is totally aware of her sexuality.   I
thought back to the night we went to  our first adult theater.   It had been at
her urging that we went.   She wanted to see what they were like,  what the men
were like who went to them.   And she'd dressed for the occasion.   High heels,
shoes that cried out,  "Fuck me,  fuck me!", with every step!   And black hose,
hose with a design on the back,  going straight up the back of her legs,  until
they connected with her garter belt,  a back and red belt which left about  six
inches of taunt firm flesh exposed between the stocking top and her pussy.  Her
pussy  was framed by the belt,  and not incumbered by any panties.   She had no
bra and that was obvious  by  the  way  her "bullet" nipples pushed against the
thin,  almost transparent  fabric  of  her  short  dress,   a  dress  that  was
deliberately a size too small for her, a dress that fought valiantly to contain
her hot steamy figure.

     And on that night, I watched that dress be lifted over her pussy each time
a  man came by and knelt in front of her.   I watched her legs part as at least
six men stopped, knelt, and sucked her cunt until she came.  And I watched half
a dozen men spill their seed on  that  dress  as  she sucked each man to a mind
blowing orgasm after he had ministered to her hot cunt!

     And as to the question of color,  well,  any color looks good  on  Kristi.
Black,  red,  blue, green, beige, white...nude!   Any color at all.   I thought
about her best feature.   Surely her breasts!   They are so large and firm,  so
ripe,   so  creamy.   And her nipples!   They jut out a full half inch from the
breast,  hard, pink, poking at my chest when she kisses me, or my legs when she
sucks my cock!

     I cannot ignore her legs.   They are perfect,  firm, strong.   I have seen
them close together as we dance slowly  in  a darkened bar,  and I've seen them
splayed wide open,  her private parts visible to a dozen men as they watch  her
display  her  talents  using  her own hand,  her own long red tipped fingers to
bring herself to orgasm as the strangers look on.

     And her Pussy!  What an organ!  I have never had my cock trapped in a cunt
as tight or as controlling as hers.  She has exercised it daily for years!  She
can grip my dick and use her cunt  muscles  to milk it like a series of fingers
rolling up and down its length.  Whenever I fuck her, her pussy literally sucks
me deeper and deeper until in frustration I spill my cum in her, overwhelmed at
the intensity of her pussy,  yet frustrated that I cannot put  more  hard  cock
into her!   And not only me,  but every man who has fucked my wife tells me the
same thing.  Her cunt is beyond comparison.

     Unless you compare it to her mouth!   Her lips!   Her soft, hot, wet lips!
They  are  fashioned and made for one purpose,  to suck a hard dick.   Her thin
tongue,  she can tie a knot in a cherry stem without using her hands,  only her
tongue and mouth.   She is so small, yet I have seen cocks, some as long as ten
or eleven inches, literally disappear in her mouth, down her throat!  I am at a
loss to understand where they go  when  she  sucks men's cocks.   And while she
sucks a man to the point of no return, while his dick is lost in her mouth, her
fingers will gently pull at his balls, raking her nails over the smooth crinkly
sack that holds his testicles.

     And when a man starts to come in her throat,  and if he tries to pull out,
to save some come to fuck her with, she tightens her grip on his balls, forcing
him back deeper in her mouth.   She swallows all their cum.  Only then will she
allow him to withdraw,  to pull back his soft, boy-like dick, empty now, devoid
of any jism,  except that last little drop which she will catch on the  tip  of
her tongue, savoring the taste of, and holding it there until she reaches up to
me,  kisses my lips,  and slides her tongue into my mouth, for me to taste, for
me to know she's sucked another man dry in front of me!

     All  these  thoughts  came  over  me as I tried to think of answers to the
questions this young woman was asking about my wife.  And all these things made
my cock so rock hard, I knew that this young woman could sense my excitement!

     "She is a woman who can wear anything,  any color,  and any style and look
good," was all I answered.

     "And is she kinky?" the  salesgirl  asked,  asked with the same inflection
one would use to ask, "and will you want rice with that?"

     "Is she kinky?" I replied.

     "Yes.   Is she into any form of play.   You know,  S & M, B & D?  Anything
like  that?"  I was taken back by the question,  and by the explanation.   Yes,
Kristi is kinky.   If kinky is liking to be fucked in public,  liking to suck a
cock in front of me, her husband of nine years, liking to be made to act like a
whore,  liking to be told she is a whore, that only whore's would do the things
she does...yes,  she is kinky.   I remembered  the time she gave me the diamond
studded cock ring,  the ring with the locking snap,  with the protruding spikes
which dug into my cock each time I became aroused.   She wore the key  to  that
ring  around her neck the night she gave it to me,  the night she snapped in on
me in the restaurant, under the table.   Then she proceed to give me a night of
excitement which kept my dick  in  a  state of raging erection,  hence,  raging
pain, pain mixed with pleasure.   And as I'd watch her suck off a stranger that
night, as she'd flash her pussy at a man she'd just met, as she'd lick and suck
his dick into her mouth,  she'd look at me,  lift the key from around her  neck
and rub it over the other man's cock!

     And  the  pain mixed with pleasure held my cock prisoner that whole night,
and when she finally turned her mouth  toward  me,  took my dick into her hand,
into her mouth,  as she sucked me to the point that I was sure my cock would be
severed by the ring,  she fitted the key into the snap,  and released my  dick.
And  as  soon  as  it  was free of the cock ring,  she swallowed those last few
inches of hard meat into  her  mouth,   bathing  the soreness and cuts with her
tongue,  and as if she'd released a dam, my come started to fill her mouth, and
she swallowed as much and as fast as she could,  catching the rest in her hand.


     When I had stopped coming,  and my dick was beginning to soften,  I looked
at her, her hand still filled with the come from my cock.  She brought her hand
to her lips, then stopped, and instead, offered it to me.  It was not really an
offer, it was a command.

     "Here," was all she said, but I knew what I had to do.   I licked the hand
until it held no more come, until it was clean and dry.   And all she said was,
"That is good,  Phillip.   I think I'll find a man for you to suck,  a man that
can give you his juice direct from his cock." I had never sucked a man  before,
but I knew that before that night was over I would have.  And I was right.

     To  answer  the  girl's question,  I replied,  "Yes,  she has her moments.
She's a bit of an exhibitionist, and she likes gentle pain."

     "I think I have just the thing for you." She reached under the counter and
brought out a white box,  taking from the package, a simple pair of panties and
bra.   It was emerald green,  satin,  and sexy, but certainly nothing I had not
seen before.  She noticed my disappointment.

     "These are not as they seem to be.  Feel this outer fabric."

     I did as I was told,  and indeed,   it felt satin and soft.   She pulled a
silk scarf from the box, and dragged it over the bra cup.  It glided easily and
softly.   I didn't understand the point of this demonstration.   Then the  girl
took the bra and turned it inside out.  She took the same silk scarf and placed
it over the now reversed bra.  It did not glide any longer.  Instead, it pulled
and jerked the silk scarf, almost tearing it in the process.

     "You  see,  the inside of this bra is made of a different fabric.   So too
are the panties.  On the outside, smooth and silky, on the inside, scratchy and
irritating."

     "I don't understand," I told her.

     "You see,  as your wife wears these,  her nipples will be agitated,  also,
her cunny.   She will be constantly stimulated, and soon, that stimulation will
become arousal, and after that, passion, and eventually, heat!   She'll want to
take them off, to be rubbed gently, but she won't know why."

     "Does that really work?"

     "Her nipples will be hard as marbles."

     "In all due respect, ma'am, I have my doubts."

     This was a challenge the woman could not let go unanswered.  Reaching down
to the snap on the side of her dress,  she quickly opened her own garment to my
inspection.   And underneath her dress she wore  only a bra and panty set,  the
same design as the one in my hand.  She pulled her right breast out of the bra,
and I understood.   The nipple was hard,  extended to what must surely  be  the
point of irritation.   She pulled her panties away from her body, and taking my
hand, pressed her pussy against it.

     Her pussy was soaking wet!

     "I wear them every day," was all she said.   She closed her dress, and for
a moment I wondered if all that I had seen really happened.  There was no trace
of passion on this woman's face, nothing in her continence to make me believe I
hadn't just imagined the whole episode.   Nothing,  except the back of my hand,
still wet from the sudden contact with this salesgirl's pussy.

     I bought three sets.   I had been in the store less than ten minutes.   In
that span of time,  I had maintained a constant erection,  had fantasized about
Kristi,   and  had been treated to a sudden flash and feel from a British sales
girl!   I cursed my luck that  my  plane  would  leave in a few hours,  and I'd
already checked out of my hotel!   This woman was one who would  be  worth  the
time it took to seduce.   If any time was truly needed.  But there's always the
next trip,  and I knew I'd be back soon.   Back for more underwear, and back to
fuck this woman.   Mostly back to fuck this woman!   To any form of play.   You
know, S & M, B & D? Anything like that?"

     I was taken back by the question, and by the explanation.   Yes, Kristi is
kinky.    If  kinky is liking to be fucked in public,  liking to suck a cock in
front of me,  her husband of nine years, liking to be made to act like a whore,
liking to be told she is a whore.

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