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The Club
I had joined Level 4 the previous week, thanks to
sponsorship from my friend, Ted, who had been a member
for several months. My membership card arrived in
Wednesday's mail, and I was eager to try it out. I
called Ted, and we arranged to meet in the bar at 9 p.m.
on Friday night.
After a few moment's conversation, we went up the
stairs to the topless club and headed for the restrooms.
Nobody paid any attention to us, not with dancers on
stage. Ted knocked on the door marked "Manager" and we
were admitted. Our membership was checked again by one
bouncer and then we were passed through the other door
by a second. We walked down the two flights of stairs
and entered the Basement.
The stage was empty as we entered, and a sex movie
was being projected on two walls. Over at the pedestal
where the urn for tickets sat, the tote board was
flashing "$250," and the floor manager was walking
toward it, accompanied by a slim Asian girl wearing
bright blue hot pants and matching high heels. Her bare
breasts were large for her small size, and I suspected
they had been enhanced. A spotlight tracked them across
the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the floor manager
announced, presumably including the waitresses and
working girls since there were no female customers, "we
have reached the magic $250 mark for the third time this
evening. To perform the honors, would you please give a
nice Basement welcome to Miss Tina, one of our newest
performers."
There was a round of applause for the very pretty
girl which included hoots and catcalls of various kinds.
Tina appeared to be barely into her 20s. When the
noise died down, the floor manager continued.
"Now as soon as I mix these tickets..." he said,
reaching into the urn and turning the contents over a
handfull at a time, "we'll have our drawing. Miss
Tina," he said, stepping back, "would you please select
a ticket."
Standing on her tiptoes and looking at the
audience, the girl reached over the rim, stirred the
contents again and, frowning with concentration, chose
and withdrew a ticket stub. She handed it to the floor
manager.
"And the winner is... two, oh, one, six, three"
read the floor manager. Throughout the room, heads were
bowed as customers studied their tickets. He repeated
the number and asked, "Do we have a winner?"
A tall man with curly blond hair at a table near
the stage raised his hand, stood up and started walking
toward the floor manager and the girl. He was grinning
from ear-to-ear. When he reached them, he handed his
ticket to the floor manager who compared it to the
ticket that had been drawn and then smiled.
"We have a winner, ladies and gentlemen!" he
announced. He and Tina each took one of the man's hands
and raised them in victory. "Congratulations, sir!" the
floor manager said. "Miss Tina, would you please escort
our winner to your studio."
Still clutching the man's hand, Tina led him off
through the door next to the pedestal. The man, who
towered over her by more than a foot, was blushing
furiously as he disappeared through the door, sent off
with a round of applause and shouts of "Good luck!" and
"Go get her!"
"And now, friends, back to the action!" the manager
cried enthusiastically. He tilted the urn over, dumping
the remaining tickets onto the floor. Then, he pressed
a button on the side of the tote board, resetting the
display to zero.
After that example, Ted had no difficulty
persuading me to buy a ticket when the waitress came to
take our drink orders. We each bought two, in fact. As
she left our table, the waitress passed by the urn,
dropped in the other halves of our tickets and pressed a
button four times, adding $20 to the $35 that was
already recorded. By the time she returned with our
drinks, the total was up to $95.
It was quite a charge, I have to tell you, to sit
there sipping at a drink and watch the goings-on. The
adult movie had resumed, and it was showing an orgy
involving two women and three men who kept switching
partners and positions and combinations as the movie
progressed. Meanwhile, waitresses and "performers"
circulated around the room.
The waitresses would have been a sufficient
attraction anyplace else. They were all pretty and
dressed in a variety of costumes -- belly dancers,
maids, swimsuits, and such -- all of which featured
plunging necklines and push-up bras. But the performers
put them to shame, such that you wouldn't even bother to
look at a waitress unless she was bending over your
table.
All the working girls were topless, and their tops
were well worth revealing. They came in a variety of
colors from milk white to ebony and all the tans
between. Below the waist, their costumes varied except
in being short and tight, exposing long legs (and
sometimes more) that ended in stilt-high heels.
One girl, Karin, stopped to talk with us. She was
wearing red hot pants and heels, with a gold choker
necklace. Her skin was a deep tan color, her areolas
somewhat darker and tipped with still darker nipples,
both of which were pierced by small gold loops. She was
Persian, she said, and her family had fled Iran just as
the revolution started, when she was little more than a
baby.
We had only been talking a few minutes, however,
when a soft gong sounded. Karin looked over toward the
floor manager's stand and saw that a small, red bulb was
lit.
"'Scuse me," she said, smiling at Ted and me. "I'm
on next."
We watched Karin walk to the side of the room and
slip through the same door used by Miss Tina and the
most recent raffle winner. A few minutes later, the
porno movie was switched off and the room lights were
lowered until only the floor manager, illuminated by a
spotlight, was visible.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention
please. The Basement is proud to present a little
performance for your enjoyment. Now appearing on our
main stage, would you please give a rousing Basement
welcome to Miss Karin and her companion, Studley Dan!"
The spotlight winked out and the stage lights came
on, revealing the red velvet curtain that was rapidly
opening. It revealed a woman's boudoir, or at least the
suggestion of one. A large canopied bed occupied the
center of the stage. At one side was a woman's vanity
and seated before the large mirror on a bench was Miss
Karin, wearing a filmy negligee over a light blue
babydoll nightie. Karin was brushing her hair, which
made her ample breasts stick out prominently and bob
back and forth with her motions.
Karin seemed to notice them herself, for she
stopped, laid down the brush and, lacing her fingers
behind her neck, jutted her chest forward and waggled
her shoulders to make her breasts shift back and forth
on her chest. After entertaining herself in this manner
for a few moments, Karin dropped her hands to her tits.
She cupped one in either hand and began to lift, knead
and pull on them.
In the "outside" window on the other side of the
stage room, the figure of a man appeared, although I was
never certain whether he had moved there or whether my
eyes had simply adjusted to the availabe light. In any
case, the man was enjoying the show Karin was puting on
for us. He watched as she massaged her own breasts.
After doing so for a while, she slipped a hand under her
shortie nightgown and moved it up to resume kneading it.
Karin let her head fall back, eyes closed, while she
worked on herself.
Her other hand dropped to stroke and then scratch
at her thighs. A short time later, Karin slipped this
hand under her nightgown, too, but instead of raising it
to her other breast, she pushed it down into her panties
and began to stroke herself there. The man outside also
dropped a hand to his middle and began to rub his prick
through his pants.
Karin continued to massage her tit and pussy for a
while, her head back and her mouth open, making little
moaning sounds and whimpers that were faintly audible.
Gradually, the intensity of her movements and the sounds
she was making rose in a slow crescendo.
Just when Karin was moaning louder, her hand making
rapid circles inside her panties, the man hidden outside
suddenly grasped the bottom of the window and threw it
up. Wasting no time, he already had a leg over the
window sill by the time Karin reacted to the sound of
the window. Ducking his head, he jumped into the room.
Karin let out a shriek, pulled her hands out of her
panties and from under her nightgown and jumped to her
feet. Looking frantically from side to side but having
nowhere to run, Karin moved to put the bed between her
and the intruder.
The man was tall and white, with dark hair and big
shoulders. He was tall, over six feet, and almost
handsome except for a nose that was too wide and a mouth
that was too small. He began to stalk her, moving
sideways around the bed. Karin matched him, keeping the
bed between them.
"Don't be difficult," he said. "I don't want to
hurt you. I just want to give you what you were
thinking about." Karin said nothing, just kept her eyes
on the man and circled around the bed.
He tried to dash around it and catch her, but she
was as quick as he was. The intruder could not get
close enough to grab her, although he came close twice,
the last time when he suddenly stopped and reversed
direction. His fingers actually grazed the negligee
that billowed out behind Karin, but he could not get a
grip on it.
Finally, the man stopped and bent over, one hand on
the bed, as if he was trying to catch his breath. Then,
suddenly, he leaped across the bed, stretching out and
reaching for Karin. He got a hand on her thigh, just
above her knee, but she tore lose from his grasp,
leaving the man sprawled across the bed.
Taking advantage of his momentary immobility, Karin
spun around and raced for the door. She almost made it,
too, but the door opened inward and she had to pull it
open instead of bursting through it. The man recovered
quickly, jumped after her, and caught Karin just as she
started through the doorway.
"GOD DAMMIT!" he roared, grabbing her roughly
around the neck and flinging her backward into the room.
She reeled off balance toward the center of the room,
bumped into the bed and sat down awkwardly. The man
slammed the door and leaped after her. Karin tried to
jump up, but the man was too quick for her. As she was
pushing to her feet, the intruder reached her and
unleashed a roundhouse slap that cracked across her
cheek, spun her around and dumped her onto the bed. (It
was a fake slap, of course, but it looked real.)
"That'll teach you, bitch!" the man snarled. Karin
tried to push up from the bed, shaking her head in an
attempt to clear it. The man grabbed the back of her
negligee at her neck and pulled strongly. It ripped
away, most of it coming away in the man's hand. One of
the sleeves remained around Karin's arm.
"Stay put or I'll have to hit you again," the man
growled. Karin ignored his warning and tried to crawl
away from him across the bed. He grabbed her by the
arm, spun her around, and slapped her face again. She
felt back, momentarily stunned.
The man reached down quickly, grabbed the nightgown
near the neck and gave a strong tug. The material gave,
tearing partway down her front and revealing a glimpse
of Karin's breasts. He slid his hand down the tear and
yanked again, this time completing the job. The
nightgown parted all the way to the hem. Karin's dark
tan body was revealed, naked under the torn gown except
for the matching light blue panties. The gold hoops
that pierced her nipples gleamed in the spotlight.
"I warned you," the intruder snarled. "Now, do
what I say if you know what's good for you." Karin was
crying, an arm thrown across her face. The man reached
down and grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to a
sitting position. With his other hand, he reached down
and pawed at her breasts.
"Take my cock out, bitch," the man growled. When
Karin hesitated, he yanked on her hair. Karin was
weeping. Slowly, reluctantly, she raised her hands to
the man's pants and began to fumble with his zipper.
She tugged it down.
"Go ahead, bitch," the man ordered. "Take it out."
Karin inserted a hand through the open fly. Using
her other hand to move material out of the way, she
pulled the man's tool out. The head emerged first. It
was large enough that Karin's hand could not wrap all
the way around it. She pulled on it, guiding it into
view. More and more of it emerged. She pulled again
and even more slid into view, drawing a gasp from some
members of the audience.
It was obviously a huge cock, although it was only
half erect. Even as we watched, it swelled in Karin's
hand, extending outward and raising up. It had to be
nearly a foot long. Karin shrank backward from the
sight of it.
"Where do you think you're going?" the man growled.
"I want you to suck my cock." Karin shook her head no,
then ducked when the man raised his hand to strike her
again. "Do it, bitch," he snarled, "or I'll make you
wish you had."
Slowly, Karin turned her head back toward the
mammoth prick. The man still had her by the hair, and
he used his handhold to draw her toward him. He pulled
her forward until the end of his dick bumped against her
closed mouth.
"Open up, you cunt," the man said. "Suck it for
me. I want you to do a good job on me." He yanked on
her hair again for emphasis.
Reluctantly, Karin's lips parted around the head of
the enormous fucktool. We could see it stretch her jaws
wide as the head, which seemed to swell at the contact,
pushed into her mouth. Karin's eyes bulged as she
strained to take it in.
"Come on," the man ordered. "Use your tongue!
Lick it good, bitch. Suck on it!" He hunched his hips
forward a little, pushing more of his tool into Karin's
mouth. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed
her hair on the other side. Then, using his double
handhold, he began to push and pull on her head, moving
her mouth back and forth on his cock. Karin tried to
protest, but all that emerged around the mouthful of
prick was an inarticulate cry of discomfort.
"Why should I be doing all the work?" the man
complained. "Take hold of it with your hands, bitch.
Come on, you do some of the work!"
As much in self defense as anything, Karin raised
her hands to the massive prick that was attempting to
push down her throat. The shaft was so large that her
fingers did not quite join around it. The length of the
thing was also clearly revealed. Karin was gripping it
in both hands like a baseball bat, and there was still a
considerable extent on either side.
Although she couldn't really slide her mouth back
and forth on the man's cock, Karin was able to do a
better job now that she had control of it. She slid her
hands up and down on the shaft and twisted her head
around on the knob at the end of it. This seemed to
satisfy her attacker, as he stood there quietly for the
moment, sometimes watching Karin closely as she worked
on his tool, sometimes throwing his head back and
savoring the feeling as she manipulated it with her
mouth and hands.
After a minute or two, however, he stepped back,
pulling his prick away from her.
"That's enough of that! Now, lay back on the bed."
He shoved Karin roughly on the shoulder.
"No, PLEASE!" she begged, raising up on one arm.
"Don't, please! Let me make you cum that way. Don't
put it in me! Please! I can't take it. It's too big!"
"Shut up, bitch!" the man ordered, shoving her down
onto her back. "You'll take it and like it. But first
I'm going to eat some of your pussy!"
He reached out, grabbed the waist of her panties,
and dragged them down Karin's legs. She kicked at him,
but that actually helped rather than hindering him in
getting them off her. He dodged her kick easily, pulled
the panties over her feet, and tossed them to one side.
"Spread 'em, babe, and let me kiss your sweet
pussy," he ordered. "If you don't, I'll just shove this
cock in you now, and you know that's gonna hurt you
worse."
Karin didn't spread her legs for him, but neither
did she resist when he put his hands on her knees and
pushed them apart. The man knelt beside the bed between
her legs and shoved his face into Karin's middle,
extending his tongue to probe into her even before his
face reached her pussy. She jerked as his tongue wormed
its way into her. The man grabbed her by the hips to
hold her still and began to lick and flick and gnaw at
her.
At first, Karin just lay there, an arm over her
face, while the man nuzzled her private parts. But
soon, like it or not, it began to get to her. Her arm
dropped away and she arched her back. Her hips moved
involuntarily, shifting restlessly and sporadically from
side to side at first, then slowly begin to move more
rhythmically. She began to push her pussy up to the
invading tongue, accepting it, enjoying it despite
herself, slowly becoming aroused by the continuous
attack on her pussy.
But her attacker was not much concerned with giving
Karin pleasure. Satisfied that she was wet enough to
accommodate his massive prong, he pulled back and stood
up, leaving her lying there, legs apart, her raven-
haired pussy gleaming. With a quick move, he unfastened
the top button of his pants and pushed them down to his
ankles.
His naked cock was even more impressive now that
clothing no longer masked the base of it. Rampantly
erect, it stood out from his body, although its length
made it droop from the horizontal. Pushing at Karin's
knees, he moved her back on the bed to make room for
him, coincidentally positioning her so that the audience
had a clear view.
The man crawled between Karin's legs, pushing her
knees wide apart, and nudged her pussy with his
cockhead.
"Put it in, bitch," he ordered, grabbing one of
Karin's arms by the wrist and pushing it down toward her
middle.
"No, please," she pleaded. "It's too big! It'll
split me apart."
"Don't give me any crap," the man snarled. "I'm
going to fuck you whether you like it or not. Now do as
I say. PUT IT IN!" He slapped her shoulder for
emphasis.
Reluctantly, Karin reached down between them and
grasped his pussy-sticker. She guided it to her notch,
rubbing the purple head between the lips of her pussy to
lubricate it before pushing it downward to the entrance
of her cocksheath.
With a grunt, her attacked shoved his hips forward
and drove his tool into her opening, lodging the massive
head in her funnel. Karin shrieked and tried to pull
away, but the man grabbed her hips and held her in
place. He hunched his hips downward again and forced
another inch into channel.
"Hold still, you cunt," he growled. "You can take
it. Don't make me hurt you any more than necessary."
He pulled back slightly and then slammed forward again,
then again and again. Each shove of the rampant
cuntsticker brought another cry from Karin, her head
whipping back and forth. Now well lodged in her pussy,
the man let go of Karin's hips and grabbed her wrists,
pinning her to the bed.
His huge pole was now about half way into her, but
a considerable length remained visible between their
bodies. Leaning forward and getting his weight on it,
Karin's assailant drove his cock downward and into her
body. She struggled against the intrusion, kicking her
legs and trying futilely to pull her wrists free from
the man's grasp, but to no avail. Slowly, steadily, the
swollen shaft sank into her pussy.
He couldn't get it all into her. When he hit
bottom, causing Karin to cry out in sharp pain, there
was perhaps two inches still outside. After hammering
at her several times in an effort to push the remainder
into her, the man gave up, pulled back and still back
until only the head was in Karin's battered channel,
then roughly shoved it all the way back into her until
it struck bottom again. Eyes closed, a look of
exquisite pleasure on his face, her assailant began to
stroke in and out of her tightly stretched fuckhole.
Tiring of this after a minute, the man pulled back
and slid his tool out of Karin's pussy. Resting on his
knees, he grabbed one of her arms and dragged it across
her body, turning her onto a shoulder.
"Get on your knees, bitch," he ordered roughly. "I
want to fuck you from behind."
He continued to push and pull at Karin while she
slowly complied. When she was on her hands and knees,
he moved up behind her and, putting a hand on her neck,
pushed her head down toward the bed. When her ass was
elevated to his satisfaction, he grabbed his tool in one
hand and guided it back to Karin's gaping snatch,
keeping the other hand on her back to hold her in
position.
When the head of his cock was lodged into the
entrance, the man moved both hands to Karin's hips and,
tugging backward on them while hunching forward with his
hips, drove his tool into her pussy again. Karin, her
face turned toward the audience, winced and whimpered as
the fat mantool was driven into her body.
"Ahhhh," the man sighed, "that's better. Now, get
ready for the ride of your life. And don't just lie
there, you bitch. Fuck me back!"
He began to sling his cock in and out of her, then,
setting a rapid pace as he plowed her furrow. After he
slapped Karin's ass loudly, she began to move with him,
rolling her hips languorously around and around the pole
that was sliding in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, yeah, babe, that's a lot better," the man said
through gritted teeth. "Yeah, just like that. Fuck it!
Give me that pussy! Come on, bitch. Work at it!"
It was clear from his moans and from the
increasingly rapid thrusts that the man was going to cum
soon. His ass was flying back and forth as he whipped
his massive tool into Karin's pussy. His head was
thrown back and his mouth was open in a silent cry of
pleasure.
"Ahhh, fuck it. Fuck it. That's it. Come on,
give it to me. Give me that tight pussy. Oh, shit.
I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot it. Keep on. Don't
stop. Fuck me! Yes! Yes! That's it. I... yes...
I'm... I'm CUMMMMMING!"
With a shout, the man jerked his cock out, grabbed
it in one hand and began jacking it off. Cum shot out
of the tip, arching up in spurts over Karin's ass and
spattering onto her back. Guiding the head back to her
pussy, he shoved his tool up her, once again burying it
as deeply as possible into her.
Karin's legs slowly collapsed, her knees sliding
backward as she gradually spread out on the bed. The
man followed her down, keeping his cock deep in her
channel. He arched his back, holding his upper body
away from her, supporting himself on stiffened arms.
Suddenly, the stage lights went out, and the
spotlight picked up the floor manager at his station.
Applause began slowly but then mounted quickly to
thunder through the room. The floor manager shouted
"Ladies and gentlemen... Miss Karin and Studley Dan!"
and the stage lights came back up to reveal the two
standing side by side, holding hands. Dan had pulled
his pants back up and Karin was wrapped in a green tunic
that belted at her waist and ended at mid-thigh. They
both bowed to the applauding room and the stage lights
went out again.
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," the floor
manager said as the applause died out. "We'll have
another show at midnight. Please enjoy yourselves until
then." The house lights came back up, and the porno
flick resumed where it had left off.
I had joined Level 4 the previous week, thanks to
sponsorship from my friend, Ted, who had been a member
for several months. My membership card arrived in
Wednesday's mail, and I was eager to try it out. I
called Ted, and we arranged to meet in the bar at 9 p.m.
on Friday night.
After a few moment's conversation, we went up the
stairs to the topless club and headed for the restrooms.
Nobody paid any attention to us, not with dancers on
stage. Ted knocked on the door marked "Manager" and we
were admitted. Our membership was checked again by one
bouncer and then we were passed through the other door
by a second. We walked down the two flights of stairs
and entered the Basement.
The stage was empty as we entered, and a sex movie
was being projected on two walls. Over at the pedestal
where the urn for tickets sat, the tote board was
flashing "$250," and the floor manager was walking
toward it, accompanied by a slim Asian girl wearing
bright blue hot pants and matching high heels. Her bare
breasts were large for her small size, and I suspected
they had been enhanced. A spotlight tracked them across
the room.
"Ladies and gentlemen," the floor manager
announced, presumably including the waitresses and
working girls since there were no female customers, "we
have reached the magic $250 mark for the third time this
evening. To perform the honors, would you please give a
nice Basement welcome to Miss Tina, one of our newest
performers."
There was a round of applause for the very pretty
girl which included hoots and catcalls of various kinds.
Tina appeared to be barely into her 20s. When the
noise died down, the floor manager continued.
"Now as soon as I mix these tickets..." he said,
reaching into the urn and turning the contents over a
handfull at a time, "we'll have our drawing. Miss
Tina," he said, stepping back, "would you please select
a ticket."
Standing on her tiptoes and looking at the
audience, the girl reached over the rim, stirred the
contents again and, frowning with concentration, chose
and withdrew a ticket stub. She handed it to the floor
manager.
"And the winner is... two, oh, one, six, three"
read the floor manager. Throughout the room, heads were
bowed as customers studied their tickets. He repeated
the number and asked, "Do we have a winner?"
A tall man with curly blond hair at a table near
the stage raised his hand, stood up and started walking
toward the floor manager and the girl. He was grinning
from ear-to-ear. When he reached them, he handed his
ticket to the floor manager who compared it to the
ticket that had been drawn and then smiled.
"We have a winner, ladies and gentlemen!" he
announced. He and Tina each took one of the man's hands
and raised them in victory. "Congratulations, sir!" the
floor manager said. "Miss Tina, would you please escort
our winner to your studio."
Still clutching the man's hand, Tina led him off
through the door next to the pedestal. The man, who
towered over her by more than a foot, was blushing
furiously as he disappeared through the door, sent off
with a round of applause and shouts of "Good luck!" and
"Go get her!"
"And now, friends, back to the action!" the manager
cried enthusiastically. He tilted the urn over, dumping
the remaining tickets onto the floor. Then, he pressed
a button on the side of the tote board, resetting the
display to zero.
After that example, Ted had no difficulty
persuading me to buy a ticket when the waitress came to
take our drink orders. We each bought two, in fact. As
she left our table, the waitress passed by the urn,
dropped in the other halves of our tickets and pressed a
button four times, adding $20 to the $35 that was
already recorded. By the time she returned with our
drinks, the total was up to $95.
It was quite a charge, I have to tell you, to sit
there sipping at a drink and watch the goings-on. The
adult movie had resumed, and it was showing an orgy
involving two women and three men who kept switching
partners and positions and combinations as the movie
progressed. Meanwhile, waitresses and "performers"
circulated around the room.
The waitresses would have been a sufficient
attraction anyplace else. They were all pretty and
dressed in a variety of costumes -- belly dancers,
maids, swimsuits, and such -- all of which featured
plunging necklines and push-up bras. But the performers
put them to shame, such that you wouldn't even bother to
look at a waitress unless she was bending over your
table.
All the working girls were topless, and their tops
were well worth revealing. They came in a variety of
colors from milk white to ebony and all the tans
between. Below the waist, their costumes varied except
in being short and tight, exposing long legs (and
sometimes more) that ended in stilt-high heels.
One girl, Karin, stopped to talk with us. She was
wearing red hot pants and heels, with a gold choker
necklace. Her skin was a deep tan color, her areolas
somewhat darker and tipped with still darker nipples,
both of which were pierced by small gold loops. She was
Persian, she said, and her family had fled Iran just as
the revolution started, when she was little more than a
baby.
We had only been talking a few minutes, however,
when a soft gong sounded. Karin looked over toward the
floor manager's stand and saw that a small, red bulb was
lit.
"'Scuse me," she said, smiling at Ted and me. "I'm
on next."
We watched Karin walk to the side of the room and
slip through the same door used by Miss Tina and the
most recent raffle winner. A few minutes later, the
porno movie was switched off and the room lights were
lowered until only the floor manager, illuminated by a
spotlight, was visible.
"Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention
please. The Basement is proud to present a little
performance for your enjoyment. Now appearing on our
main stage, would you please give a rousing Basement
welcome to Miss Karin and her companion, Studley Dan!"
The spotlight winked out and the stage lights came
on, revealing the red velvet curtain that was rapidly
opening. It revealed a woman's boudoir, or at least the
suggestion of one. A large canopied bed occupied the
center of the stage. At one side was a woman's vanity
and seated before the large mirror on a bench was Miss
Karin, wearing a filmy negligee over a light blue
babydoll nightie. Karin was brushing her hair, which
made her ample breasts stick out prominently and bob
back and forth with her motions.
Karin seemed to notice them herself, for she
stopped, laid down the brush and, lacing her fingers
behind her neck, jutted her chest forward and waggled
her shoulders to make her breasts shift back and forth
on her chest. After entertaining herself in this manner
for a few moments, Karin dropped her hands to her tits.
She cupped one in either hand and began to lift, knead
and pull on them.
In the "outside" window on the other side of the
stage room, the figure of a man appeared, although I was
never certain whether he had moved there or whether my
eyes had simply adjusted to the availabe light. In any
case, the man was enjoying the show Karin was puting on
for us. He watched as she massaged her own breasts.
After doing so for a while, she slipped a hand under her
shortie nightgown and moved it up to resume kneading it.
Karin let her head fall back, eyes closed, while she
worked on herself.
Her other hand dropped to stroke and then scratch
at her thighs. A short time later, Karin slipped this
hand under her nightgown, too, but instead of raising it
to her other breast, she pushed it down into her panties
and began to stroke herself there. The man outside also
dropped a hand to his middle and began to rub his prick
through his pants.
Karin continued to massage her tit and pussy for a
while, her head back and her mouth open, making little
moaning sounds and whimpers that were faintly audible.
Gradually, the intensity of her movements and the sounds
she was making rose in a slow crescendo.
Just when Karin was moaning louder, her hand making
rapid circles inside her panties, the man hidden outside
suddenly grasped the bottom of the window and threw it
up. Wasting no time, he already had a leg over the
window sill by the time Karin reacted to the sound of
the window. Ducking his head, he jumped into the room.
Karin let out a shriek, pulled her hands out of her
panties and from under her nightgown and jumped to her
feet. Looking frantically from side to side but having
nowhere to run, Karin moved to put the bed between her
and the intruder.
The man was tall and white, with dark hair and big
shoulders. He was tall, over six feet, and almost
handsome except for a nose that was too wide and a mouth
that was too small. He began to stalk her, moving
sideways around the bed. Karin matched him, keeping the
bed between them.
"Don't be difficult," he said. "I don't want to
hurt you. I just want to give you what you were
thinking about." Karin said nothing, just kept her eyes
on the man and circled around the bed.
He tried to dash around it and catch her, but she
was as quick as he was. The intruder could not get
close enough to grab her, although he came close twice,
the last time when he suddenly stopped and reversed
direction. His fingers actually grazed the negligee
that billowed out behind Karin, but he could not get a
grip on it.
Finally, the man stopped and bent over, one hand on
the bed, as if he was trying to catch his breath. Then,
suddenly, he leaped across the bed, stretching out and
reaching for Karin. He got a hand on her thigh, just
above her knee, but she tore lose from his grasp,
leaving the man sprawled across the bed.
Taking advantage of his momentary immobility, Karin
spun around and raced for the door. She almost made it,
too, but the door opened inward and she had to pull it
open instead of bursting through it. The man recovered
quickly, jumped after her, and caught Karin just as she
started through the doorway.
"GOD DAMMIT!" he roared, grabbing her roughly
around the neck and flinging her backward into the room.
She reeled off balance toward the center of the room,
bumped into the bed and sat down awkwardly. The man
slammed the door and leaped after her. Karin tried to
jump up, but the man was too quick for her. As she was
pushing to her feet, the intruder reached her and
unleashed a roundhouse slap that cracked across her
cheek, spun her around and dumped her onto the bed. (It
was a fake slap, of course, but it looked real.)
"That'll teach you, bitch!" the man snarled. Karin
tried to push up from the bed, shaking her head in an
attempt to clear it. The man grabbed the back of her
negligee at her neck and pulled strongly. It ripped
away, most of it coming away in the man's hand. One of
the sleeves remained around Karin's arm.
"Stay put or I'll have to hit you again," the man
growled. Karin ignored his warning and tried to crawl
away from him across the bed. He grabbed her by the
arm, spun her around, and slapped her face again. She
felt back, momentarily stunned.
The man reached down quickly, grabbed the nightgown
near the neck and gave a strong tug. The material gave,
tearing partway down her front and revealing a glimpse
of Karin's breasts. He slid his hand down the tear and
yanked again, this time completing the job. The
nightgown parted all the way to the hem. Karin's dark
tan body was revealed, naked under the torn gown except
for the matching light blue panties. The gold hoops
that pierced her nipples gleamed in the spotlight.
"I warned you," the intruder snarled. "Now, do
what I say if you know what's good for you." Karin was
crying, an arm thrown across her face. The man reached
down and grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to a
sitting position. With his other hand, he reached down
and pawed at her breasts.
"Take my cock out, bitch," the man growled. When
Karin hesitated, he yanked on her hair. Karin was
weeping. Slowly, reluctantly, she raised her hands to
the man's pants and began to fumble with his zipper.
She tugged it down.
"Go ahead, bitch," the man ordered. "Take it out."
Karin inserted a hand through the open fly. Using
her other hand to move material out of the way, she
pulled the man's tool out. The head emerged first. It
was large enough that Karin's hand could not wrap all
the way around it. She pulled on it, guiding it into
view. More and more of it emerged. She pulled again
and even more slid into view, drawing a gasp from some
members of the audience.
It was obviously a huge cock, although it was only
half erect. Even as we watched, it swelled in Karin's
hand, extending outward and raising up. It had to be
nearly a foot long. Karin shrank backward from the
sight of it.
"Where do you think you're going?" the man growled.
"I want you to suck my cock." Karin shook her head no,
then ducked when the man raised his hand to strike her
again. "Do it, bitch," he snarled, "or I'll make you
wish you had."
Slowly, Karin turned her head back toward the
mammoth prick. The man still had her by the hair, and
he used his handhold to draw her toward him. He pulled
her forward until the end of his dick bumped against her
closed mouth.
"Open up, you cunt," the man said. "Suck it for
me. I want you to do a good job on me." He yanked on
her hair again for emphasis.
Reluctantly, Karin's lips parted around the head of
the enormous fucktool. We could see it stretch her jaws
wide as the head, which seemed to swell at the contact,
pushed into her mouth. Karin's eyes bulged as she
strained to take it in.
"Come on," the man ordered. "Use your tongue!
Lick it good, bitch. Suck on it!" He hunched his hips
forward a little, pushing more of his tool into Karin's
mouth. He reached out with his other hand and grabbed
her hair on the other side. Then, using his double
handhold, he began to push and pull on her head, moving
her mouth back and forth on his cock. Karin tried to
protest, but all that emerged around the mouthful of
prick was an inarticulate cry of discomfort.
"Why should I be doing all the work?" the man
complained. "Take hold of it with your hands, bitch.
Come on, you do some of the work!"
As much in self defense as anything, Karin raised
her hands to the massive prick that was attempting to
push down her throat. The shaft was so large that her
fingers did not quite join around it. The length of the
thing was also clearly revealed. Karin was gripping it
in both hands like a baseball bat, and there was still a
considerable extent on either side.
Although she couldn't really slide her mouth back
and forth on the man's cock, Karin was able to do a
better job now that she had control of it. She slid her
hands up and down on the shaft and twisted her head
around on the knob at the end of it. This seemed to
satisfy her attacker, as he stood there quietly for the
moment, sometimes watching Karin closely as she worked
on his tool, sometimes throwing his head back and
savoring the feeling as she manipulated it with her
mouth and hands.
After a minute or two, however, he stepped back,
pulling his prick away from her.
"That's enough of that! Now, lay back on the bed."
He shoved Karin roughly on the shoulder.
"No, PLEASE!" she begged, raising up on one arm.
"Don't, please! Let me make you cum that way. Don't
put it in me! Please! I can't take it. It's too big!"
"Shut up, bitch!" the man ordered, shoving her down
onto her back. "You'll take it and like it. But first
I'm going to eat some of your pussy!"
He reached out, grabbed the waist of her panties,
and dragged them down Karin's legs. She kicked at him,
but that actually helped rather than hindering him in
getting them off her. He dodged her kick easily, pulled
the panties over her feet, and tossed them to one side.
"Spread 'em, babe, and let me kiss your sweet
pussy," he ordered. "If you don't, I'll just shove this
cock in you now, and you know that's gonna hurt you
worse."
Karin didn't spread her legs for him, but neither
did she resist when he put his hands on her knees and
pushed them apart. The man knelt beside the bed between
her legs and shoved his face into Karin's middle,
extending his tongue to probe into her even before his
face reached her pussy. She jerked as his tongue wormed
its way into her. The man grabbed her by the hips to
hold her still and began to lick and flick and gnaw at
her.
At first, Karin just lay there, an arm over her
face, while the man nuzzled her private parts. But
soon, like it or not, it began to get to her. Her arm
dropped away and she arched her back. Her hips moved
involuntarily, shifting restlessly and sporadically from
side to side at first, then slowly begin to move more
rhythmically. She began to push her pussy up to the
invading tongue, accepting it, enjoying it despite
herself, slowly becoming aroused by the continuous
attack on her pussy.
But her attacker was not much concerned with giving
Karin pleasure. Satisfied that she was wet enough to
accommodate his massive prong, he pulled back and stood
up, leaving her lying there, legs apart, her raven-
haired pussy gleaming. With a quick move, he unfastened
the top button of his pants and pushed them down to his
ankles.
His naked cock was even more impressive now that
clothing no longer masked the base of it. Rampantly
erect, it stood out from his body, although its length
made it droop from the horizontal. Pushing at Karin's
knees, he moved her back on the bed to make room for
him, coincidentally positioning her so that the audience
had a clear view.
The man crawled between Karin's legs, pushing her
knees wide apart, and nudged her pussy with his
cockhead.
"Put it in, bitch," he ordered, grabbing one of
Karin's arms by the wrist and pushing it down toward her
middle.
"No, please," she pleaded. "It's too big! It'll
split me apart."
"Don't give me any crap," the man snarled. "I'm
going to fuck you whether you like it or not. Now do as
I say. PUT IT IN!" He slapped her shoulder for
emphasis.
Reluctantly, Karin reached down between them and
grasped his pussy-sticker. She guided it to her notch,
rubbing the purple head between the lips of her pussy to
lubricate it before pushing it downward to the entrance
of her cocksheath.
With a grunt, her attacked shoved his hips forward
and drove his tool into her opening, lodging the massive
head in her funnel. Karin shrieked and tried to pull
away, but the man grabbed her hips and held her in
place. He hunched his hips downward again and forced
another inch into channel.
"Hold still, you cunt," he growled. "You can take
it. Don't make me hurt you any more than necessary."
He pulled back slightly and then slammed forward again,
then again and again. Each shove of the rampant
cuntsticker brought another cry from Karin, her head
whipping back and forth. Now well lodged in her pussy,
the man let go of Karin's hips and grabbed her wrists,
pinning her to the bed.
His huge pole was now about half way into her, but
a considerable length remained visible between their
bodies. Leaning forward and getting his weight on it,
Karin's assailant drove his cock downward and into her
body. She struggled against the intrusion, kicking her
legs and trying futilely to pull her wrists free from
the man's grasp, but to no avail. Slowly, steadily, the
swollen shaft sank into her pussy.
He couldn't get it all into her. When he hit
bottom, causing Karin to cry out in sharp pain, there
was perhaps two inches still outside. After hammering
at her several times in an effort to push the remainder
into her, the man gave up, pulled back and still back
until only the head was in Karin's battered channel,
then roughly shoved it all the way back into her until
it struck bottom again. Eyes closed, a look of
exquisite pleasure on his face, her assailant began to
stroke in and out of her tightly stretched fuckhole.
Tiring of this after a minute, the man pulled back
and slid his tool out of Karin's pussy. Resting on his
knees, he grabbed one of her arms and dragged it across
her body, turning her onto a shoulder.
"Get on your knees, bitch," he ordered roughly. "I
want to fuck you from behind."
He continued to push and pull at Karin while she
slowly complied. When she was on her hands and knees,
he moved up behind her and, putting a hand on her neck,
pushed her head down toward the bed. When her ass was
elevated to his satisfaction, he grabbed his tool in one
hand and guided it back to Karin's gaping snatch,
keeping the other hand on her back to hold her in
position.
When the head of his cock was lodged into the
entrance, the man moved both hands to Karin's hips and,
tugging backward on them while hunching forward with his
hips, drove his tool into her pussy again. Karin, her
face turned toward the audience, winced and whimpered as
the fat mantool was driven into her body.
"Ahhhh," the man sighed, "that's better. Now, get
ready for the ride of your life. And don't just lie
there, you bitch. Fuck me back!"
He began to sling his cock in and out of her, then,
setting a rapid pace as he plowed her furrow. After he
slapped Karin's ass loudly, she began to move with him,
rolling her hips languorously around and around the pole
that was sliding in and out of her pussy.
"Oh, yeah, babe, that's a lot better," the man said
through gritted teeth. "Yeah, just like that. Fuck it!
Give me that pussy! Come on, bitch. Work at it!"
It was clear from his moans and from the
increasingly rapid thrusts that the man was going to cum
soon. His ass was flying back and forth as he whipped
his massive tool into Karin's pussy. His head was
thrown back and his mouth was open in a silent cry of
pleasure.
"Ahhh, fuck it. Fuck it. That's it. Come on,
give it to me. Give me that tight pussy. Oh, shit.
I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna shoot it. Keep on. Don't
stop. Fuck me! Yes! Yes! That's it. I... yes...
I'm... I'm CUMMMMMING!"
With a shout, the man jerked his cock out, grabbed
it in one hand and began jacking it off. Cum shot out
of the tip, arching up in spurts over Karin's ass and
spattering onto her back. Guiding the head back to her
pussy, he shoved his tool up her, once again burying it
as deeply as possible into her.
Karin's legs slowly collapsed, her knees sliding
backward as she gradually spread out on the bed. The
man followed her down, keeping his cock deep in her
channel. He arched his back, holding his upper body
away from her, supporting himself on stiffened arms.
Suddenly, the stage lights went out, and the
spotlight picked up the floor manager at his station.
Applause began slowly but then mounted quickly to
thunder through the room. The floor manager shouted
"Ladies and gentlemen... Miss Karin and Studley Dan!"
and the stage lights came back up to reveal the two
standing side by side, holding hands. Dan had pulled
his pants back up and Karin was wrapped in a green tunic
that belted at her waist and ended at mid-thigh. They
both bowed to the applauding room and the stage lights
went out again.
"Thank you, ladies and gentlemen," the floor
manager said as the applause died out. "We'll have
another show at midnight. Please enjoy yourselves until
then." The house lights came back up, and the porno
flick resumed where it had left off.
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