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When
I was a freshman in college, I pledged Lambda Omega Psi. My big brother was Nick Freonni.
Nick took me under his wing, mentoring me in the Secrets of the Lambs
and generally watched my backside to ward off any excessive hazing from my
future "best buddies for life".
I
was in awe of Nick. He was a wise and
worldly junior whereas I was a despicable worm‑frosh‑pile‑of‑crap.
That wasn't the only reason I was in awe of him, every Lambda held him above
all others. You see, Nick Freonni was
and still is one of those guys that is blessed with an innate ability to charm
the panties off just about any female that crosses his path. Our fraternity had dubbed him the
"Pussy Maestro" for his amazing ability to score with the
chicks.
Whereas
most of us had trouble finding our own pecker in the dark, his pecker
unerringly found its way into the moist reaches of a new, relatively low mileage
pussy about every three, four weeks or so.
None
of us could ever figure out just what it was that made him successful with chicks, other
than the guy had charisma.
His classical Italian good looks certainly helped, but that wasn't the
only factor. He couldn't explain it
either, other than he just talked to his new mark and whatever resistance the
girl had to his pickup‑lines melted away.
Nick
loved women and would never just dump a girl just because he was banging
someone new. For the most part, once he
started fornicating with a new girl, his previous girl would gather her pride
and make a dignified exit. Some raised
all holy hell. A few would just try and
hang on. The hell raisers he did
dump. The hanger‑ons... they
would do almost anything he asked or demanded and usually they did what he
asked for. After a three‑way or
maybe a four‑on‑one, they were "passed‑down‑line"
as a new "House Girl". All
night gangbangs of the new "House Girl" weren't uncommon. Surprisingly, some House Girls became
regular fixtures around the frat house.
Another
trait of Nick's was that once he had sent a girl "down‑the‑line",
so to speak, rarely did he ever fuck her again. So it was no surprise to me that once he had moved Allison down
the line, he also moved her out of his own bed, replacing her with a new girl
to start her "training".
After that we saw Allison quite a bit.
Almost
all the girls at the club lived in the typical apartment complexes. All but the
girls with the darkest complexion wanted an even tan without tan lines, it just
looked better professionally. Problem
was, other than using a tanning bed, they had rather limited opportunities to
work on an all‑over tan. Allison
had the idea that I should let the girls use my very private pool‑side
area for nude sunbathing. That sounded
fine by me! In short order, nearly
every girl from Cirque de Venus knew where to find the key to my house and knew
the security code to my alarm system.
That bothered me at first, but I got over it. My only condition was that full house rules applied.
Allison
and Brandi made sure the girls all understood what was meant by "full
house rules", which relieved me of being an ogre. For the most part, the girls all took it in
good‑natured stride, but a few got uppity. No one forced any of them to use my home to sun in the nude and
if a girl didn't want me to fuck her, she didn't have to come over at all. I figured that I had something I could give
freely and so did they. It wasn't as if
these girls didn't put out, they were all slut‑whores, but I suppose some
held illusions about who and what they were.
But once Nick found out, all resistance faded. He made it clear to them that while at my home, I had the same
unlimited privileges with them as his bouncers did. After the first week, if there was any resentment to me just
taking what I wanted, when I wanted and where I wanted, I didn't see it.
My
only beef was that they were usually over during the week when I was slaving
away at the office. I did take a break
now and then in the form of a two‑hour lunch at home, during which time I
was amply compensated for my magnanimous generosity with a blowjob and/or a
screw or two.
Most
of the girls that came by were good lookers, but some looked the part of the
slut‑whores that they were.
Bleached hair, streaked with multicolored splashes was common, as was the
propensity of the "pole dancers" to wear too much makeup. I suppose in the dimly lit Cirque de Venus,
more makeup was better, but in the full sunlight it was garish at best.
Over
the course of several weeks there were so many different faces that I had a
hard time keeping straight who‑was‑who. Sometimes the names escaped me altogether, even though the sex
act itself was crystal clear in my memory.
I must admit, I made a pig out of myself. Including college, I never had so much pussy in my life!
There
was one girl who stood out from the rest, Jodi. Allison had moved into Jodi' apartment after Nick had moved her
out. Jodi was different than the other
girls. Fairly short, though not as
short as Allison, Jodi had light brown short curly hair and a trim body. She wasn't particularly buxom. She was cute. The type of girl you'd expect to find singing in the choir and
teaching Sunday School. A very
wholesome looking girl and not the slut sex worker that she was.
I
took a liking to Jodi immediately.
Educated and cultured, she was special.
Never did I mentally attribute to her the qualities of being a slut or
being a whore, even though she was in fact both. Whereas I had a propensity towards poolside sex out in open with
most of the girls, I always took Jodi to my inner sanctum and did her right,
making love to her rather than just fucking her.
Poor
Lula, my long time black housemaid, was scandalized by the harem of young women
lying about ready to be fucked. Even
though I had had told her to keep her mouth shut, she just couldn't help herself
and failed to prevent her wayward tongue from wagging to the various old hens
who were my neighbors. Even the guys
that I thought I was on good terms with shunned me, lest their wives see them
conversing with Hank the Whoremonger.
Of course what Lula or what my neighbors thought didn't count for much
with me. I had it fantastically good
and they could all go to hell.
Brandi,
never a shy one when it came to sex and sexuality, loved all the tittie
flesh. She also played the part of the
consummate lady of the house, insuring that her man had a handy supply of
rubbers at the ready. Even though there were two to three girls at the house on
most sunny afternoons, Brandi still liked to go to the club for a lap dance or
two. She seemed fascinated with the
whole scene.
One
drawback was the stories the girls told Brandi, how much fun their work was,
dancing at the club, making guys drool, making easy money and fucking famous
pro‑athletes and generally being a total slut. That all appealed to Brandi at some level, but what got her
attention the most was the flashy cars that these girls all drove, Allison
included.
Brandi
began making noises about how she wanted to make some money, so that she could
drive a nice flashy car. She didn't
need rent money. She liked nice
clothes, but she didn't seem to have too much need for a lot of clothes, as she
really liked being minimally dressed at home.
Of course she liked makeup and I bought her some nice outfits to go out
in, but all in all, she really didn't require a lot. But if she wanted
something, I made sure she got it.
To
squelch the idea of her becoming just another whore for my buddy Nick, I
decided to buy her a car, a BMW. I told
her what I had in mind and she was ecstatic.
They didn't have the color in the model she wanted, so I put a deposit
down while the dealership searched for the one she wanted.
About
a week after I ordered the BMW, Duke Lemont called. Duke was very good client who had employed me several times over
the years for my professional services.
Duke wanted to come into town to sit down with me and discuss his latest
project. As he made a general
description of what was planned, I knew that I stood to make a ton of money if
he awarded me a contract.
On
the appointed day, Duke and I went over the plans and discussed the project in
general. I had Brandi there at the
office, acting as my secretary, taking calls, making coffee and providing eye‑candy. Dressed in a slinky emerald green dress that
emphasized her green eyes and hugged her contours like a condom, she was a
stunning sight to behold. All during
the day she had played her part well, that of a personable executive assistant,
an innocent girl and not the boss' live‑in fuck toy.
Naturally
we all had lunch together. Brandi was
very impressed by the limo Duke had hired to carry him around on his visit to
Rockford. That evening, cocktails
preceded dinner in a swanky joint high atop the City Tower building. During the course of the meal we had several
bottles of wine. Duke, a gregarious
grandfatherly man in his sixties with silver hair and a bushy mustache to
match, was having fun flirting with Brandi.
Being a fundamentally lecherous old goat, he was eating it up when she
flirted back.
Before
dessert was served, Brandi excused herself to powder her nose. I noticed that she was a bit unsteady on her
high‑heeled sandals as she walked away.
Once she was away from the table, Duke said, "You know, Hank. What I'd really like to do tonight is go to
that place that your buddy runs.
Circle..."
"Cirque
de Venus?"
"Yeah! Great titty bar! Great pussy! How about
it?"
I
had known before he ever set foot in Rockford that he'd want to go there. He always wanted to go there when he was in
town. Like he said the last time he was
in town, "I ain't dead and I can still get it up!" In anticipation of his request I had called
Nick and set things up with a reserved booth and a couple of girls.
"Sure,
Duke. I had planned on it."
"Great!" Duke looked about playing with his
mustache. "You know, Hank, your
secretary, she's a cutie...a real looker.
I hate to do it, but I guess we'll have to drop Brandi off before
we..."
"She
can go with us," I said evenly.
"What? That'll ruin everything!"
"No,
it won't. She's pretty liberal about
those sort of things."
"You
dog!"
"Besides,
she has a cute friend that works there.
Sweet girl with big tits. I know
how much you like girls with big breasts," I laughed. "You'll like her, Duke. In fact, if you like her a lot, I can
arrange for you to take her back to your hotel."
"You
don't say?... You know who I'd really like to take for toss? Brandi!
That girl's fine, fine, fine. Damn, what I'd give to..."
I
wasn't exactly expecting that, but I wasn't surprised either. In the past he always went for the top‑heavy
girls, but it was obvious that he had a hard‑on for Brandi. I played it cool, not revealing that Brandi
was my girlfriend. I had talked about
this possibility with Brandi and left it up to her if she found Duke to be interesting. Letting him fuck Brandi wasn't on the top of
my list, but if that's what it took... On a most basic level, I was counting on
him taking one look at Allison's fun bags and forgetting all about Brandi.
Returning
to the table, Brandi was barely seated in her chair when Duke said to her,
"I understand that you might like to go to the Circle de Venus." (For
all the years I had taken him there, he never could get the name right.)
"I've been there once or twice," she replied nonchalantly. "It was a lot of fun. Hmmm, I don't know... I'd just be in the way." She batted her eyes and then blurted, "Oh, why not! It'll be fun!"
"How about it, Hank? Can I go too?"
Without
waiting for a reply she turned excitedly back to Duke gushing, "I have a
friend, Allison, who dances there.
You'll love her!"
Giving her a look that revealed his desires, Duke boldly stated, "I think I love you my dear...
"So, you like a little licentious fun too?" he added with a
lecherous grin.
"Yes,"
she girlishly giggled. "All those pretty girls... and they're so
naughty! Gets me all tingly."
I
tried to tell to her to cool it, but she kept rambling on. By the time dessert was finished, Duke's
impression of Brandi had changed from knockdown gorgeous innocent girl to a
knockdown gorgeous girl who liked to have a good time. Can't imagine how he got that impression!
At
the club, we were seated at our reserved booth. It was a very discrete booth that was all but hidden from prying
eyes. Brandi asked the cocktail
waitress if Allison was there.
"Alley
Kat? Sure, I saw her a little while
ago."
"Be
a dear and go find her. Tell her Brandi
and Hank are here."
"Sure,
hon, okay."
Allie
showed up a few minutes later, the girls greeting each other by bouncing all
around and screaming like a couple of teenyboppers. The rancorous greeting completed, Allison slid into the booth
next to me, giving me a kiss on the cheek.
Brandi was between Duke and
me.
Brandi
made the introductions. Duke leaned
forward and said to Allison, "Honey, those are some tits you have. Are they real? How about a little sneak preview?"
Allison
smiled coyly and pulled her thin dress over her head.
"Oh,
my God! Those are the best tits I've
ever seen!" declared Duke.
"You
haven't seen mine," teased Brandi.
Arching
a bushy eyebrow, Duke quipped, "Well, that can be corrected."
"I'm
a lady," she replied putting on airs.
"Perhaps
we'll see about that, too," Duke replied playfully.
The
waitress brought back our drinks, giving Allie a watered down glass of wine and
Brandi a glass of ginger ale. Once the
waitress was gone, Duke pulled a flask from his coat pocket and poured some
into Brandi's drink.
"What's
that?"
"Black
Jack."
"Mmmmm,
tastes yummy!"
Seeing
that Duke was my guest, I had Allie go sit by him, so that he was sandwiched
between the two girls, one dressed, the other naked but for her slut pumps and
a thong.
"Damn! This is great," declared Duke as he
took liberties with Allison's boobs.
"I thought you girls were only supposed to get naked during a
dance."
"You
want a dance?"
"Sure,
baby. Have at it!"
The
pounding beat of an old Foreigner rock tune began. I sat back in amusement as Allie straddled Duke Lemont, gyrating
in his lap and pounding him about the face with her magnificent rack. The entire time she danced, he was rubbing
both ass cheeks with his big hands. The
song ended and Allie sat back down beside him, her expression changing from
artificial lust to schoolgirl demure.
It
was strict policy for the girls to dress between dances, unless of course you
paid for the next dance. Instinctively,
Allie began to put her dress back on.
"Allison," I said stopping her in mid tracks, "I bought
you for the entire evening, darling, so you can leave the dress off." Allie looked around and then took her dress
off.
"That's
better! Much better," said Duke
taking a handful of her bare tits.
Allison
grabbed his hand, holding it to her tit.
"You know, I don't mind, not at all, but you're not supposed to
touch the girls. If vice were in here,
I could get arrested."
"You
ever been arrested?" asked Duke as he gave her a squeeze.
"You
could be arrested too," she answered with a laugh. Duke's hand left her tit. "But I don't think vice is here
tonight," she quickly added with a coy smile, "but we do need to be
at least a little discrete." Allie
turned so that her back was facing way from the room. Placing his hand back on
her tit, she began an inane conversation with him about nothing in
particular. With his tongue slightly
parting his lips, he rolled her big meaty nipple between his thumbs, his
concentration focused on the yielding flesh.
I don't think Duke heard a word she was saying.
Jodi,
Allison's cute roommate, was the other girl that I had ordered up for the
evening. She arrived and slipped into the booth next to me.
Duke
must've requested another dance, as Allie was all over him rubbing her tits in
his face. Brandi sat quietly, sipping
her spiked ginger ale, watching her best friend making an easy buck.
"Goddamn
girl," I heard Duke exclaim after the dance was over, "You're gonna
kill me with those things. Oh, please,
sweet pea, kill me! I wanna die a happy
man!"
The
throbbing beat of a ZZ Top rock classic began.
Jodi stripped off her dress and gave me a nice warm up dance while I
flagrantly felt her up. I looked over
to Duke and saw that Allison was now giving Brandi a dance. Duke had a wide grin on his face and pointed
gleefully at the two girls. Brandi was
wantonly feeling up Allison. Before the
dance was completed, Allison had both tits cupped in offering while Brandi
greedily sucked and slobbered all over her friend.
"You
just like girls?" asked Duke after the dance was completed, "Or do
you like boys too?"
"Oh,
I like boys," answered Brandi with a grin. "I really like boys.
Especially bad boys."
"I'm
a bad boy," stated Duke jovially.
"You're
not bad, but you are a hard, hard man," Brandi rejoined with a playful
squeeze of his stiff organ.
I
couldn't hear what was said next because another dance tune had cranked
up. Allison straddled Duke again, but
rather than sit in his lap, she was standing on the cushions of the bench seat
with Duke looking up at her scantily covered snatch gyrating just inches from
his face. I had enjoyed that view
before, of her g‑string disappearing between her puffy pussy lips and
knew that unless he had a cold, at that distance he should also be enjoying the
scent of her sex too. When she pushed
her crotch into his face and ground into him, even with a cold, I knew he was
enjoying an olfactory treat like none other.
Pulling
back, she gave him the opportunity to once again view her womanly charms. Duke's hands slid up her legs, higher and
higher until both thumbs were in her crotch.
Blatantly violating the club rules, he parted her pussy lips and stared
glassy eyed at the wet string and her pink interior.
Allison
gave the older gentleman a few moments to toy with her before suddenly spinning
around and backing her shaking ass checks into his face. Duke grabbed her and pulled her tight
against his face. From the way his head
was moving, it was evident that he was licking her posterior, getting what he
could before she tore away from him.
With
Allison standing up like that, even as isolated and discrete as our booth was,
it wouldn't be difficult for an observer to conclude that more than just a lap
dance was taking place. Even though
Nick was my buddy, such a brazen act would get us all kicked out if we weren't
first arrested on the spot.
Allison
managed to tear away once again.
Turning, she sat on the table and spread her legs for him. This time she effectively warded off his
hands and pushed him back with her platform heels. Once she had him in place, she spread open again, rubbing herself
and opening herself to his lustful gaze. What a change she had made in just a
few months. From being a somewhat shy,
but adventurous girl, she was now the total slut, humping herself on the table
for a few bucks, entertaining a strange man old enough to be her grandfather.
With just a little more privacy, she would have taken his experienced tool into
every available hole.
With
delectable Jodi all over me, it was a little difficult for me to monitor what
my guest of honor was up to. Luckily,
Allison was unobserved by either an undercover vice officer or one of the
bouncers. That was good because Duke
had her by both ankles, holding her wide open to his gaze. What I didn't see was Brandi's hand, rubbing
his boner and unzipping his pants.
The
song ended and there was a break as a new girl took the stage to pole dance for
the leering throng. Duke released
Allison's ankles and she slipped off the table and into his lap offering him
one tit while Brandi sucked the other.
Next thing I knew, Duke and Brandi were kissing, their heads cushioned
on one side by Allie's boobs.
Breaking
off the kiss, he whispered something to Brandi. Giggling, she nodded in agreement. Duke placed a call on his cell phone and then had Allison get off
his lap. He stood with his stiff cock
boldly jutting out of his trousers.
Reaching into his wallet, he pulled out a couple of C‑notes and
handed them to Allison, giving her a kiss and copping a feel between her
legs.
It
was obvious that he was ready to go and get it on. He leaned forward so he could be heard over the loud music and
said, "I've had a great time, Hank.
My goddamned balls are about to burst!
Catch a cab. I'll see you in the
morning, around ten thirty. I'm leaving
to get laid."
With
that he turned, took Brandi by the hand and they left the Cirque de Venus for
his hotel room. Allison scooted over to
me.
"I
thought I was supposed to go with him," she stated without a hint of
disappointment.
"That
was the plan, but I guess plans changed," I answered.
"He
didn't like me?"
"He
liked you, believe me he liked you, Allie.
I suppose he's just had a hard‑on for Brandi all day. Don't worry,
you still get paid for the night."
"Is
this a tip?" she asked holding out the two Ben Franklin notes.
"Yeah. That's extra."
"You
don't mind him taking Brandi?"
"Yes
and no. With what's at stake, I'll live
with it," I replied. "What
do you say we blow this place? Damn,
you know, I haven't fucked you in a month! C'mon, let's get the hell out of here. You're clear to go anytime." Allie retrieved her dress and slipped it
over her head, while I gave Jodi a generous tip that she wouldn't have to split
with the house.
"Kind
of galls me to pay for what I usually get for free," I lamented, "but
I'll get over that too."
"What
about Jodi?"
"Sorry,
I only paid for your sweet ass tonight.
Besides, on certain days I can get that for free."
We
took a cab back to my office where I picked up my car. Nick had seen to it that she was tested for
STD's just two ago. She tested clean
and hadn't fucked anyone but one of the club bouncers since. He too had tested clean, so I was good to go
for a long night of bareback humping with the buxom Cuban.
Remembering
what Brandi had told me, I treated Allison as a lover and not like a
whore. It was great. Just like the old times of just a few months
before, except for the first time, I fucked her without Brandi being right
there with us. With just the two of us,
the dynamic was very different than our usual threesome. I certainly enjoyed being with her and made
sure that she knew that.
To be continued...
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