Nicola: Live & Uncensored

“Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It’s fairly tame, and I’m pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you’re offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way.”

“This work is © 2002 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way.”

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Nicola stood naked in her dressing room admiring herself in the mirror. The 20-year-old Australian beauty had a stunning 38-25-35 body, and in her bare feet stood 5′9″. She had a golden all-over tan, a legacy of many a nude sunbathing session. Nicola had the trim, sexy figure of a model- which is precisely what she was. The Aussie stunner had, only months before, arrived in Hollywood from her native Melbourne to start her movie career, and had recently finished work on her second movie “Bikini Stewardesses 2″.

Now her agent had arranged for Nicola do some publicity work, to help get her some exposure. First stop was here on the late-night talk show, “The Tony Moroni Show”. ‘Exposure’ was the right word for this program, as Nicola had only found out after agreeing to appear. Tony had something of a knack for convincing his gorgeous female guests to shed their clothes, much to the delight of TV audiences. Nicola was in no doubt that she would be baring herself tonight! Which led her to her current dilemma- what do you wear when you’re about to strip naked on live TV in front of thousands of cheering men? This is why she was standing around nude, waiting for the wardrobe girl to bring her the outfit she would be wearing (for a while at least) on the show.

Nicola looked at the reflection of her face in the mirror. She had long, chestnut brown hair that draped across her shoulders, and deep blue eyes. Nicola smiled. She had a charming, toothsome smile that some men said reminded them of model Linda O’Neill, with those full pouty lips and cute little overbite. Nicola leaned forward and cupped her bare breasts, offering them to an imaginary audience. Her smile became a naughty smirk. She tweaked her nipples, causing them to pinken and swell as if in anticipation of their public appearance. Nicola turned to admire her ass in the mirror, and only then did he notice the man standing behind her. She gave a squeak of surprise.

He chuckled. “I see I’m not the only one that likes to check out a gorgeous naked broad.”

Nicola smiled sheepishly. Her admirer was a heavy-set man, with an Italian accent that made her think of Tony Soprano. She made no attempt to cover her naked body, even as he continued to cast a lustful eye over her figure. “Um, hi,” she said. “I’m Nicola Baron, but my friends call me Knickers.” She offered a delicate hand, and he gently shook it. “Yeah, I know. I’m Tony Moroni, this is my show.”

Nicola grinned broadly, immediately feeling attracted to this important man. “Mr. Moroni! It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“The pleasure’s all mine, toots,” he replied with a lick of his lips. “Is that what you’re planning on wearing tonight?”

Nicola glanced down her nude body, remembering that she was still in her birthday suit. “Oh no!” she giggled. “I’m just waiting for the wardrobe girl to bring me some clothes.”

Nicola lowered her eyes and took a step toward him. Her voice took on a husky quality. “I’m really looking forward to being on your program tonight, Mr. Moroni,” she breathed. “I understand it should give a real boost for my career.”

“Please, call me Tony. Yeah, I think you can count on getting plenty of exposure tonight. I take it your agent has talked to you about the um, ‘content’ of the show?” Nicola was now standing so close to him she could feel his hot breath on her tits. His eyes burned with lust as he stared at the stark naked starlet standing before him. Nicola reached out and placed her hands on his shoulders. In return, Tony placed his hands on Nicola’s hips. The touch of his fingers on her bare skin sent sparks of pleasure racing through the adorable Aussie. Holding his gaze with her deep blue eyes, Nicola nodded. “Uh-huh. I’m familiar with your ‘interview’ style. You can count on me to be a good sport. I’m more than willing to join in on the fun.”

Tony smiled, no doubt looking forward to the evening ahead.

“So, do you think I’ll be a hit tonight?” Nicola asked. He was stroking her now, running his fingers up and down her sides.

“Honey, our ratings are going to go through the roof!” Tony laughed. Then he added, “Yknow, before every show I like to get to know each and every one of my star guests very intimately.”

“Oh?” Nicola replied with a teasing smirk. She reached forward and brushed her hand across the bulge in his trousers. “And I was beginning to think I was the only nude starlet whose dressing room you’d slipped into.”

“No,” Tony replied, “but you’re certainly the prettiest.”

Nicola blushed and playfully swatted his arm. “Oh Mr. Moroni! I mean Tony. If I had any pants on right now, you’d be charming them off me.”

They were playing a game that Nicola had learned to play well in the few months since she arrived in Hollywood. It wasn’t just about sex. It was a game of tease and promise, to draw the moment of arousal so that her ‘mark’- the producer, director, executive who had something she wanted- was practically begging to fuck her. And it wasn’t just them who enjoyed it, the erotic dueling of words got Nicola horny too. Tony’s hands had moved up from her sides, and were gently caressing the undersides of her bare boobs, strokes that climbed up the swell of her bosom to the nipple on the summit and back down again in a soothing, regular motion. Nicola shivered in delight. Time for her to make the next move.

“This could be quite a break you’re giving me, appearing on the show,” Nicola breathed.

“Yep, it could well be,” Tony replied.

“I feel so obligated to do something for you in return.” Nicola gave him a doe-eyed look. “Is there anything you’d like me to do for you?”

“Well,” said Tony, making himself comfortable in the only chair in the room, “you’re a smart girl, Knickers. I’m sure you’ll figure out what it is I really need done for me- or “to” me.” He opened his legs wide, inviting Nicola to slip between them. With a naughty smile, the starlet complied, settling her bare bottom on the floor. She began rubbing his thighs, causing a considerable amount of motion in Tony’s crotch, inches from Nicola’s face.

“How’s this Tony?” she asked.

“Oh that’s great, great. But it’s still not really enough of a thank-you, is it?”

Nicola slid her hands together to meet at Tony’s crotch, and began to directly massage his dick though his trousers. Her delicate fingers gently traced along the monstrous swelling that throbbed beneath the material. Tony gave a moan of pleasure. Nicola was getting pretty turned on herself. The game of seduction had turned into outright foreplay. Time for Nicola to take things in hand and see that Tony gets the fuck he deserves. She pulled down his zip and reached inside. Tony’s hot and eager penis leapt into Nicola’s cool hand. She hauled it out into the open air. Erect and pulsing, it poked up out of his pants like a flagpole. Tony was panting now, his eyes closed. Nicola gently stroked his cock, coaxing it to perform for her.

“How about now?” Nicola asked innocently. “Good…” Tony replied, reaching down to run his hands through Nicola’s silky brown hair. Nicola added, “Is there anything else I can do for you while I’m down here? Anything at all?” She was almost absently mindedly jerking Tony off with slow strokes.

“Well…,” Tony was breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure the skilful massage Nicola was administering to his penis. “I understand you’re one hell of a cock sucker. I’d love it if you could give little Tony here a good tongue bath.”

Nicola smiled at the compliment. She “was” good at this, and was pleased word was getting around Hollywood. “It would be my pleasure,” she replied. He was uncircumcised, what Nicola thought of as a ‘lipstick dick’. She rolled down the foreskin, exposing the helmet. It glistened enticingly in the light. Nicola’s tongue flicked out, and she licked his penis like an ice-cream, her tongue slithering across the smooth, sensitive head. Tony shivered with delight. Her soft hands weren’t idle during all of this, and Nicola continued to wank his shaft. Lovingly, she popped Tony’s cock into her moist, willing mouth and began to practice her skills on him. Nicola’s head was soon bobbing up and down in his lap, as she fucked Tony’s cock with her mouth.

Tony relaxed back in the chair. He was in seventh heaven. All his life, all Tony had wanted was for beautiful women to fuck him. When he got his own top-rated talk show on the TNA network, that dream had come true. The power that he had overcame his less than attractive physique, and now gorgeous young starlets like Nicola here were more than willing to use their nubile bodies to pleasure him. He gasped in delight, as her silky mouth and tongue brought his cock to the heights of ecstasy never felt even by him. Nicola was a champion, a blow-job princess without peer. He’d have to get her back on the show again. Maybe a regular guest spot. Her own private dressing room, right next to his, where they could fuck at their leisure right before going on. Tony began to move his broad hips slightly back and forth in the chair in time with Nicola’s delicious strokes.

Nicola could feel the nearness of Tony’s orgasm. She’d only been sucking him off for a short time, and it was a little disappointing that she’d have to wait her turn, but there would be plenty of time after the show for a nice long screw, back at Tony’s place. Nicola’s purring pussy would have to wait till later to be pumped by the dick currently being serviced by Nicola’s lips.

Not for the first time Nicola was amazed at the changes that had overtaken her in the past few months. Not long again she had been a professional model back in her hometown of Melbourne. Although gorgeous, she had been something of a prude. But since getting a new agent, and coming to Hollywood to launch her acting career, Nicola’s sex drive had leapt into warp speed. Whereas back then she would only model modest and tasteful swimsuits and lingerie, she was now fully prepared to strip naked on camera. In fact, in a very short time the man whose cock she was slurping on would entice her to shed her inhibitions, and her clothes, before an audience of millions of cable TV viewers. Nicola purred with pleasure at the thought.

But first, there was the little matter in hand. Or rather, not so little. Nicola’s expert blowjob skills were bringing Tony to climax. She used her free hands to caress his heavy balls, coaxing the cum out of them. Nicola could feel the violent spasms within his flesh. Tony’s cock was becoming a bucking bronco, with Nicola just the cowgirl to ride him.

Just then the dressing room door swung open and the wardrobe girl returned with Nicola’s outfit for the show. The surprise caught Nicola off-guard, and for a moment she nearly lost her rhythm, but recovered nicely, with Tony feeling nothing but pleasurably more of his manhood sliding down Nicola’s bottomless throat. The girl didn’t bat an eyelid as she laid out the clothes on the dresser and Nicola guessed it was an everyday occurrence for Tony Moroni to be serviced by his delectable guests before the show.

“Hi Tony,” said the girl. “Hiya Debbie,” Tony replied. He gestured toward the brunette head beavering away at his crotch. “Debbie, this is Knickers. Knickers, Debbie.”

“Hi there Knickers,” Debbie said cheerfully. Her mouth full, Nicola’s reply was a friendly, if muffled greeting.

With a grunt Tony came, spurting cum down the back of Nicola’s throat. She swallowed eagerly, slurping down his seed before he had a chance to pull out of her mouth and spray the sticky stuff all over. Nicola knew from experience it was not a good idea to let a blow-job ruin her make-up or hair right before she went on camera. And the only way to do that was to gulp down every last drop, with an extra swirl of her tongue under Tony’s foreskin to get clean him off.

Tony let out an appreciative sigh as he stood and buckled his pants. “Sorry to cum and run, but there’s another guest on the show tonight I gotta go ‘attend to’.” Nicola felt a twinge of jealously, but of course Tony wouldn’t devote a whole show just to her. “Who is it? Anyone I know?”

“Maybe,” Tony replied with an enigmatic smile as he walked out the door.

“OK,” said Debbie as Nicola picked her naked bottom off the floor. “I’ve gone for something a bit glitzy and glamorous. Try these on.”

Her outfit consisted of a strapless boobtube top, covered in blue sequins. It sparkled as Nicola held it between her fingers. The bottom was a silky strip of black material, a daringly-short miniskirt.

“No underwear?” Nicola asked. Debbie laughed. “Not on this show!” With the attractive girl’s assistance, Nicola slipped the revealing ensemble on. The top fit snugly around her superb body. Her tits were covered by the sparkly blue costume, although plenty of Nicola’s cleavage was on display. Also on display were her tanned shoulders and upper chest, as well as her bare midriff and bellybutton. The skirt was just as daring. It was so short, more like a wide belt than anything else, revealing plenty of her sexy long legs. Nicola plucked at the hemline, wanting to show off as much as possible, trying to find the happy medium between exposure and decency. But then again, on this show there was no decency. Nicola knew that at some point she’d be taking the skirt off and showing the cheering audience what was under that hemline.

Nicola posed in front of the mirror, satisfied with the outfit. Debbie looked her over as well, examining Nicola’s fine curves with more than just a professional glint in her eye. Uh-oh, thought Nicola. Another girl-on-girl encounter, perhaps? Nicola had been strictly straight before she came to Hollywood (well, there was “one” time…), but since her friend and “Bikini Bandits” co-star Jennifer had seduced her at an audition, Nicola had developed a roving eye for the ladies as well. She and Jennifer were still good mates, and after partying together often wound up in the sack gently nibbling on each other’s clits well into the night.

But before Nicola could pursue Debbie’s interest further, there was a sharp rap on the dressing room door. “Come in,” Nicola called. The door opened, and a be-spectacled, acne-scarred face poked inside. It was Scooter, the Assistant Assistant Floor Manager. “Miss Baron?” he asked, his yet-to-break voice skipping through several octaves, “you’re wanted on the floor.”

“Coming,” Nicola replied, and followed him as her led her around behind the set. Not quite ‘led’ though, as Scooter lagged behind, obviously entranced with the sight of Nicola’s bottom wiggling with each step in her tight little skirt. Nicola smirked. Tonight was going to be fun.

They were right behind the red stage curtain. “We’ll just have to wait here for…” Scooter’s voice trailed off as something caught his eye. His mouth opened, and he looked for all the world like a stunned mullet. Nicola turned to see what he was staring at- and her jaw dropped too.

Walking toward them was one of the most gorgeous women Nicola had set eyes on. She was very tall and statuesque, even taller than Nicola herself. She had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. But what grabbed Nicola’s attention was the fact that she was naked from the waist up, revealing an enormous pair of tits. Huge whoppers, topped with luscious pink nipples, they bounced with every step she took across the backstage area. She wore a sparkly, silver-sequined skirt that ended just below her navel, and Nicola easily imagined the reason she was topless was because no garment could ever restrain that rack. The well-endowed girl grinned as she spotted Nicola and sauntered over.

“It’s Nicola, isn’t it?” she extended a hand. “I’m Kitten Magee, the show’s co-hostess.” Still a little stunned, Nicola shook her hand, causing her stupendous boobs to jiggle.

“Scooter…” Kitten addressed the AAFM, but he didn’t hear her. He was still staring down at her chest. Nicola didn’t blame him! Kitten gave a sigh of exasperation and pushed Scooter’s chin up so that his eyes were finally looking up into hers. “That’s be all Scooter. Please go and check on our second guest.”

“Right away, Miss Magee!” he replied, and dashed off, nearly tripping over a cable in the process. Kitten shook her head and laughed. “No matter how many times we do the show, he always acts like this is the first time he’s seen these puppies.”

“You mean you always go on like this? Topless?” Nicola asked. She was having the same problem as Scooter, unable to stop staring at Kitten’s tits. If she minded, though, she didn’t show it.

“Yup,” Kitten replied. “Tony and I always do a ‘bit’ about it. Here, you can watch on the floor monitor.” She pointed toward a TV screen nearby.

“You must have phenomenal ratings,” Nicola murmured. Kitten noticed her staring and smiled. She slipped her hands under her boobs and bounced them playfully for Nicola. “You like them? 46DD, all natural, not an ounce of silicone. Go ahead, have a feel.” Nicola gave her a surprised look. “Go on,” Kitten urged her, “they won’t bite.” Nicola reached and gently squeezed Kitten’s generous helpings of boob. They felt so soft beneath her fingertips. She trailed her nails across the sensitive aureoles, causing Kitten’s nipples to stiffen. Like many women with outsize tits her aureoles were large saucers the size of Nicola’s palm, and the nipples tasty little nubs that cried out to be sucked. Utterly fascinated, Nicola continued to grope Kitten until she finally interrupted her.

“Ahem, if you’ve finished, we can start the show,” Kitten said with a playful smirk. Nicola blushed alittle, and withdrew her delicate hands, but continued to eye up Kitten’s rack. Nicola noticed that the red ‘on air’ lights were now on, and everyone backstage was quiet. Kitten raised a microphone to her lips and spoke. The show had begun!

“Filmed live on videotape from beautiful West Hollywood before a studio audience, it’s ‘The Tony Moroni Show’, TV’s most outrageous half-hour! Now please put your hands together for the man himself, Mr. Tony Moroni!”

Suddenly, from the other side of the curtain came a burst of whistles, hoots, and yells backed by wild applause. Nicola jumped, realizing for the first time that she standing just a few yards from a rather large audience of men, all of them here to see her get up to some late-night hi-jinx. Nicola suddenly felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Be brave, Knickers! she told herself. It’s not like you’ve never done anything like this before.

As Nicola was mildly panicking Tony continued with his opening monolog. She could see on the floor monitor he was standing on the other side of the curtain. Wearing a leisure suit and slacks, Tony seemed to be playing up the similarity between himself and a certain TV gangster. The show was pretty much like ‘The Tonight Show’, although the joke Tony was telling was far racier than anything Johnny ever told.

“A deli owner hires this broad who likes to wear really short skirts. One day, a guy walks into the deli, glances at this chick, then glances at the loaves of bread behind the counter. ‘I’d like some raisin bread, please,’ he says. The broad has to climb up a ladder to reach the raisin bread, cos its way up on the very top shelf. The guy, standing right below her, gets treated to one hell of a view up her skirt. What Canadians call ‘beaver spottin’. Anyway, as she gets the bread, all these other guys come in and they twig to the situation pretty quick. Pretty soon, everyone is asking for raisin bread, and she’s climbing up and down. After a few trips, this broad is starting to get pissed off. She stops at the top of the ladder, glaring at the men standing below. She notices an elderly man standing amongst the throng. ‘Is your’s raisin too?’ she yells.

We drank another couple of beers and I took the opportunity to go to the bathroom. While there I thought I would loosen the clip a bit for them, but while doing it realized that if left unclipped it would slowly slip looser and looser as I moved. It was a bit risky, but then I could just claim it was broken if it got to loose and slide it back up again. I bet I could measure the distance it had moved by the bulges in their pants. As I got back I glanced down to see how far it had moved. Not to far, but defiantly a lot looser than when I left. I sat again and noticed another beer and a shot glass in my place. Trying to get me drunk, horny bastards. I sat and downed the shooter without a word. If they want to score it going to cost them a few drinks.

We chatted a bit and another shooter, and beer later and I realized the boys were looking me up and down with less fear of me objecting. “I really like your dress Jenny”, was Stefan’s first actual comment about it and from there things really got hot. “Thanks. As you can might have seen this clips broken.”

“That’s ok by us”, they grinned at me.

“I’m sure it is, with my tits hanging out for you to look at.” I smiled and made a weak attempt to tighten the clip.

By now the dress had also fallen way past the top of the stocking and was showing the very tops of my legs. I realized I was actually pretty drunk, and as horny as I was the night before. Mike was still sitting watching side on. I decided to really act like a slut for him. I told Stefan to get me a Jack Daniels, and went to the bathroom. I took of the white g-string I was wearing, and threw it in the bin and loosened the clip completely. Outside at the table, Stefan and Jacque stopped in mid-conversation as I returned. I leant over and grabbed a smoke letting the top hang right open for them.

“Your dress looks real good now Jenny.”

“You like it hey! I thought seeing as you guys are buying the drinks, I’d supply the entertainment. So here I am. Help yourself; I’m really up for it. If you want to touch go ahead, both of you. You’ll be interested to know I’m only wearing 5 pieces of clothing and that includes the stockings and boots. So you work it out.”

I couldn’t believe I’d said it, but was glad I had once it was out. I hoped Mike had the video set up right. Next thing I felt a hand on my leg and Jacque was feeling my stocking tops. He looked up to see my reaction and I just picked up my JD. He took this as permission to carry on and slid his hand straight up my leg, taking the dress with him and straight between my legs. I keep my pussy shaved as I think it looks fucking sexy and Mike loves to muff me like that. The amazing thing was Jacque’s fingers slid straight into me without stopping. I gasped and looked down and could see myself on display to anyone who looked at us. Stefan was staring as his friend fingered me in full view.

Without warning I stood up, and I think they thought they had blown it, but I just wanted to get between the two of them. My nipples hurt they were so hard.

“Move into that chair”.

He jumped up, and I sat with both legs up on the table rungs, so they could take turns to finger fuck me, and also so I was sitting in view of the camera. By now Mike was watching openly, but the boys just thought he was a tourist getting a free show.

My top was now that that silk scarf. Jacque had his hand on my boob and was squeezing the nipple, which was huge. Stefan was taking his turn to finger me. I had my legs really spread with the skirt in my lap. He was looking down watching as he used 2 fingers on me. I had my glass of JD in my hand as if nothing was happening.

“More. Stick 4 in Stefan”.

He looked at me and stuck 2 more in.

“Use your whole hand! Go on thumb as well!” I’d never been so wet or horny, with Stefan grinding his hand into me, and me casually drinking my whiskey. I put it down, and started to get off with Jacque. I pulled away and suddenly wanted to better my 21-year exhibitionist at the sex club.

“Why don’t you try 4 fingers each!” There was no checking to see if it was ok. Jacque put his hand between my legs. I spread then a bit more and watched as they both worked 4 fingers each into me.

“See if you can get your thumbs in!”

I can’t actually believe they could, but that’s what they did. 2 guys. 2 hands. Both buried up to the tops of their fingers. I was gushing wet at what was actually happening. They carried on taking turns with me. I continued to drink whiskey, and get off with them one after the other. I was now like one of the whores in the windows, except I only cost a few drinks.

“Jacque. Pass my jacket!” Again I think he thought he wasn’t going to get to fuck me. I slipped it on.

“Lets go inside.” We walked inside and I led them to a dark alcove with no one in it. From here we could do absolutely everything a paid whore would do, and that’s exactly what I intended. I sat in the middle again.

“I think we need another round of beer, and don’t forget the shooters Jacque”.

He looked dumb-founded that I could want more to drink after what happened outside.

“Another round?”

“You don’t expect me to fuck the pair of you for free do you?”

He rushed off. Being in control having been learnt all that time ago with Shaun in the river. The look in his eye. Just like these two had, the moment they thought there was a possibility they might have me.

Mike was standing in a corner watching me, with a mixture of lust, and jealousy. Well, he wanted me to fuck someone, and he was about to get his wish. Jacque returned. I was totally in control.

“I’m going to fuck the pair of you in this alcove, but first I think you need to shoot your loads, other wise you aren’t going to get near my pussy and you’ll be coming.”

They had both lost their sense of bravado and were like schoolboys. I downed my shooter.

“So I’ll give you both a blowjob, you can come in my mouth ok? And then we’ll get down to what you both really wanted from me in the beginning, as soon as you sat at the table. Who wants it first?”

They had both lost the power of speech, so I slid under the table and pulled Stefan out. He was rock hard and was coming almost as soon as I put him in my mouth. It felt like gallons.

I find come in my mouth really sexy and know for a fact that every guy I ever did wanted me to swallow his cum, and to fuck me in the arse.

I switched quickly to Jacque, who was not as hard, and didn’t come as quickly, or as much. Maybe he had fucked his 18-year-old girlfriend before coming out. I slid out from under the alcove, and up onto my seat. I grabbed my beer.

“Right, now I’ll fuck the two of you right here if you’re up for it?”

They nodded madly. As they seemed to have regained a bit of composure, I spread my legs and let then start feeling my pussy again. The inside of my thighs were completely soaked. Stefan brazenly pulled my top aside and started sucking my tit. The bar was really dark, but I’m sure the people close by could see, Mike sure could. Already tonight had gone further, and better than I could have ever hoped, and I was going to end it by fucking two guys in a bar full of people.

Him sucking my nipple was incredible and I grabbed Jacque and forced his head onto the other. I’d never had both sucked at the same time, and I don’t know if it was that or the situation, or the booze or all three, but I started coming and had to gag myself with my beer bottle to not scream out.

I pushed them off and reached over to grab my jacket. For the third time I think they thought they were going to miss out on their fuck. I smiled and slipped the jacket on. Then stood up and pushed Jacque’s chair back, pulled his cock out and sat on him lap dancing style. Now from the back I just looked like a girl on her boyfriends lap.

I reached up and like the bikini top pulled the halter over my head. Now he could suck to his hearts content. I could feel his cock hardening and with my sopping wet pussy it took the slightest hip adjustment to slide it in. I slowly rotated my hips grinding his cock into me. I could see by his eyes that it wouldn’t be long before my pussy had more reason to be wet. I increased my tempo. Thrusting back and forth, my tits bouncing in front of his face.

“Are you about to come?”

“Uuhuh!” he managed with his head back. I ground faster still and picking up my beer drank as he came.

There’s something terribly sluttish about fucking a guy like that and having him come in you as you drink a beer. I put my tongue in his mouth and French kissed him. I pulled back.

“Good?”

“Unbelievable!”

“Glad you liked it. Now it’s your friends turn.” I slid off him and straddled Stefan who had his cock out ready. There was no need to adjust my hips for him, as he was rock hard again. I stood over him and with one plunge impaled him into me. I wanted to take a bit longer with Stefan as I actually found him quite hot. I started rotating my hips, and pushing him onto my nipple. Jacque was watching my hips thrusting around and I could see he wished he hadn’t come so quickly.

“Tell me when you’re about to come ok!”‘ I picked up the pace and soon could see the look of a guy on the verge.

“Ready?”

“Nearly!”

I stopped and squeezed his cock with my pussy to stop him coming. He opened his eyes in disbelief at how I’d down that. I waited a few seconds, and started grinding away again, drinking my beer like the complete slut I was. I stopped two more times, squeezing him. On the third time. I stood up and slowly lowered myself down again. His eyes widened as he realized what I had done.

“Ever done it like this before? No? It’s good. It’s going to be the best cum you’ve ever had. Trust me!”

So far I’d done pretty much everything the whores down the road did, except that other thing that guys love. I girl that will take it up the arse. There is probably nothing more sluttish, and that was my objective tonight. To be honest I actually quite enjoy it like that, and so would Stefan by the time I finished.

I stuck my tongue in his mouth and really started to hump back and forth, faster and faster. I could tell he was close.

“Now Stefan shoot your load in your sluts arse. Shoot it all.”

His eyes started to close, and I took his hand and made him squeeze my clit as he came, just to get me even tighter for him. It was without doubt the most erotic thing I’ve ever done.

“So was it as good as I said?”

“You are fucking incredible!”

“Thanks. Now I need to go I’ve got a husband who need his balls emptied”, pointing to the lucky tourist in the corner.

“Thanks for the drinks guys.”

Mike took me back to the hotel, and wouldn’t let me change. I said I was still full of cum, but he said he always wanted to fuck me after someone else had shot a load in my pussy. The fact that I had a load up my arse made it even better. We stayed up the whole night fucking and watching the video of me falling out of my dress, been fingered, and acting like a little whore.

my pussy was wet one again. I flashed him a few more times and flirted with him regularly.

A couple months after we met he asked if I would like to meet him after work. I said that sounded like fun and we set it for Friday night. My father had met the guy one afternoon at work and liked him so when I told my dad that he had asked me out on a date, my father didn”t object. I had a couple nice dresses to wear and decided on one. I put it on and it still fit well but came to my knees. I wanted to shorten it and decided to put a grease stain near the hem. I stained it and asked dad if the dress would be all right to wear. He said it looked lovely on me and as I turned he told me to stop. He spotted the stain on the dress. I acted upset and said there was no way I could get that stain out. My mother said that since it was so close to the hem I could cut off about 4 inches and redo the hem. My father told me to go ahead and do that but not to make it too short. I cut off 6 inches. My father said it was a bit too short but mom said it would be all right if I sat ladylike. (If she only knew!) I wore a slip under the dress when I showed my mom and father. When I got back to my room I removed the dress and slip and put the dress back on again. I looked at myself in the mirror and I could easily make out my nipples though the dress. I smiled knowing that Friday night was going to be fun.

My father was away Friday night when I left to meet Charles. I carried the slip with me incase I had to put it on when I got back. All I was wearing besides the dress was my heeled sandals I bought at the mall. It was a little breezy that evening and it felt good blowing around my bare butt. He was waiting in front of the restaurant when I arrived. As I walked down the sidewalk towards him, a gust of wind lifted my skirt. I put my hand on it but not before Charles got a flash. He gave me a kiss on the cheek and asked me if I ever wore underwear. I told him hardly ever. He just gave me a big smile and another kiss on the cheek. After we got our table and ordered, I noticed he kept looking at my breast. I smiled and told him that no, I wasn”t wear a bra either. I said what you see is all I”m wearing. Charles asked me questions about my lack of underwear and I told him about some of the flashing experiences I”d had. I noticed he kept adjusting himself during dinner. I teased him by asking if I was the reason of his discomfort and that if I was I could always go to the bathroom and put some panties on. He said that I didn”t have to do that; he liked me just the way I was dressed. And I said to him, “You mean that your not even going to get me out of this dress later on?” He actually choked a little his drink he was swallowing when I asked him that. He said he had planned to go dancing but now he wasn”t sure if it was such a good idea since my dress was short and I had no panties on. I told him I would still love to go dancing, panties or no panties. It made no difference to me. In fact, I told him, I had never been dancing pantyless on a dance floor before. And the thought of showing my ass on the dance floor excited me. When we got to Charles” car I put my arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss. He made me moan when he reached around and put both his hands under my dress onto my bare ass. I think he was happy when I didn”t stop him.

We got to the dance club and only danced about an hour. I was getting pretty worked up from all the attention I was getting. Everybody there knew not too long after we arrived that I had no panties on. I think it was the second dance where Charles and I were dancing to a slow song and I put my arms around his neck and he put his hands around my waist and raised them to mid back, slowly pulled up the back of my dress, I glad he did. I was trying to figure out some way to tactfully show-off my ass and he purposely or accidentally did it for me.

After about an hour I told Charles I was tired and wanted to go someplace quite. He asked if I would like to go to his place. I smiled and said I would love to but that I had better get home. On the way to my car I removed my dress so Charles could get a good look at me. I spread my legs and let him finger fuck me. aaaah! After he got me off. I leaned over and gave him a kiss as I unzipped his pants and took out his dick. I put my mouth around his cock and started to suck like a cum hungry slut. He shot his load in less than a minute. He said that I was a natural born cocksucker. Some reason I felt proud at that remark. I told him I wanted his home phone number because I wanted to come to his place tomorrow and spend all day in bed with him. I got it and told him I would definitely call him in the morning. I knew I wanted to have sex with him and I wanted to do it everyway we could tomorrow. I was technically a virgin, I had never had a man, but I did own an 8-inch dildo, which I used once or twice a week. When we got to my car, even though it was only 11pm, I climbed out of his car naked and walked over to mine. I tossed the dress on the seat, climbed in and drove off naked. I stopped a half-mile down the road from my house got out of the car and got dressed. I did call Charles the next morning and got to his house about 9am and stayed till about 9 pm. I let him use every hole in my body. I was a bit sore the next day and told mom and dad I didn”t feel good so I stayed home and soaked in a warm bath when they went to church.

I”m now going to “University of Florida” and still see Charles whenever I go home for some good old fashion sex. We are getting to be an item and I like him. I am not interested in having sex with anyone else right now. But I still love to show-off when I get a chance and being in warm Florida, I get quite a few chances. At college I now own a nice collection on short skirts and dresses, a few even sheer. I went to a party the other night with a couple of girlfriends and all I wore was a sheer halter dress with only a little pair of black g-string panties beneath. My tits and ass were on display all night. Halfway thought the night, some guy asked if I would give him my panties. I did! I loved the looks I got that night. I hear I”ve gotten a reputation as a girl who would wear anything or nothing, almost anytime and anywhere. I hear guys like looking at a smooth hairless pussy. I”m going to find out! I have recently started to complete shave my pussy and now I keep it completely bald.

Also a few weeks ago I was talked into a wet t-shirt contest. I ended up naked but for a pair of wet, thin, white g-string panties the club gave me to wear. That was fun and I plan to do a few more of them.

I still need to find a job around here. I hear that there is a nude dance club down the interstate a few miles. I”m thinking about going down there and ask about a part time job. I think it would be a lot of fun dancing nude and getting paid for it. I enjoy being naked and getting paid for it would be a dream job. Charles has even suggested that I pose for “Playboy”. The idea does sound intriguing. He told me yesterday he found some nude resorts down near Tampa. We”ve decided to go check one out in a couple of weeks. I do believe I have become an exhibitionist and I love it. Maybe you”ll see me soon. Naked? Maybe! Bye!