DISCLAIMER
The following story contains explicit descriptions of
sexual activity and is intended for the entertainment of
adults only. If depictions of sexual acts offend you,
please stop reading now. If you are under the legal age
to read this sort of stuff in your area, go do something
worthwhile and stop polluting your mind with this crap.
Finally, some of the things depicted in this story are
dangerous or unethical; please don't try this at home.
For whatever it's worth, this work is copyright (C) 2000
by The Sinner. You're welcome to download it for your
own enjoyment. You're welcome to repost it to any
newsgroup or on any website as long as you include the
entire work without any alteration (including the
author's byline and these fun little paragraphs at the
beginning). If you do repost it, I'd appreciate it if
you let me know about it; I like to know where my
stories get to.
I welcome any and all comments from readers.
- The Sinner
thesinner@bad-candy.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/sinner/www/
--------------------------------------------------------
I would like to thank Mark Reed and JM for their help in
proofreading various parts of this story and catching a
few embarassing mistakes. Any remaining embarassing
mistakes are entirely my own fault. I'd also like to
thank Cal O'Shaw for his many wonderful ideas and
suggestions, for the feedback he provided during the
writing of this story, and for suggesting the title.
--------------------------------------------------------
TV Guide
Chapter Three
"Oh, yeah, that's it," Alex gasped. "What a fine
cock-sucker you are, sis!"
Katrina Young exulted at her brother's praise as she
continued to suck on his rock-hard cock. It felt so good
to be appreciated. She tossed her red hair as she began
to pump her head up and down the thick shaft. Her left
hand slid idly up to cup her tit, giving it a squeeze.
It occurred to Katrina that merely a week ago she would
have been revolted at the idea of what she was doing
now.
She wouldn't have been bothered by the fact that it was
Alex, of course. For the last month she'd found her
brother irresistibly attractive. Sexy. She lusted for
his cock for what seemed like an eternity until that
magical night when he'd first made love to her.
No. Not "made love". That would never do. He hadn't made
love to her. He'd taken her. He'd used her like the hot,
sexy babe she knew she was. He'd slammed his meat into
her. She'd been all dressed up for the Homecoming Dance,
wearing that slinky black dress that barely covered
anything. Her stepmother Tiffany had just finished
fixing up her hair when Alex had shown up. And as soon
as Tiffany left, Alex had taken her and fucked her. He'd
made her beg for his cock and then fucked her brains
out.
Katrina shuddered with pleasure as she remembered the
evening. After she'd orgasmed powerfully on Alex's cock,
feeling his cream gushing into her, she'd worked
furiously to restore her appearance. Alex had watched
the whole process, smirking. She'd barely been able to
walk, but she'd managed to make it through the dance
somehow. She'd feigned illness after a couple hours and
persuaded Eric, her boyfriend, to drive her home. She'd
barely been home five minutes when Alex had thrown her
to the ground and fucked her again.
Since then, Alex had fucked her daily, driving Katrina
to several orgasms each time. But even after this had
started, Katrina hadn't found the idea of using her
mouth on her brother's tool appealing. If he'd asked her
to, she would have done it. Hell, she'd do anything he
asked as long as he kept fucking her. But she wouldn't
have enjoyed it.
But then, just about a week ago, she'd been watching
Richfield High, one of her favorite TV shows, and it had
occurred to her that oral sex could be interesting.
Arousing, even. The idea had stuck with her.
Increasingly, she'd pictured herself sucking Alex off,
and gradually, she'd come to realize that she wanted --
no, needed -- to suck him off.
It had all built to this afternoon, when she'd gotten
home from school and come straight to Alex's room. He'd
looked at her as though he knew exactly what she needed.
Without standing up, he'd unzipped his pants and pulled
out his half-erect cock. "Suck it, you gorgeous slut"
he'd commanded. And she had, eagerly.
She felt Alex's hands twining through her hair, guiding
her head gently up and down his thick tool. "Use your
tongue a bit more, babe..." he groaned. Katrina
complied, sliding her tongue back and forth along the
underside of her brother's thick, meaty shaft,
struggling not to gag. She clenched her legs together,
feeling the wetness in her pussy. The thought of
servicing her brother like this got her so fucking hot.
Alex groaned as Katrina's head slid still lower on his
prick. The feeling was incredible! He'd thought he could
never know any finer sensation than that of sliding his
cock into his sister's tight little pussy. This, though,
was at least as sweet. He gazed down at Katrina's shiny
red lips as they slid up and down his shaft. And her
tongue... it was just incredible.
It still amazed him what he'd done to her. A mere month
ago, Katrina had been a stuck-up, self-centered bitch,
concerned only with her own appearance and her social
status at school. Her priorities in life had been
cheerleading, gossip, and television, in that order.
She'd treated Alex, her little brother, like shit.
And then Alex had figured it out. Through a series of
subliminal messages inserted into Katrina's favorite TV
shows, he'd worked some slow changes in his sister's
thoughts. First, it had been her boobs. Alex had always
thought that Katrina had the most gorgeous tits in the
world. The subliminal images had been tailored to give
Katrina the same... interest... in her mammaries that
Alex had. The text messages accompanying them had
reinforced the images, saying things like "I like it
when men look at my tits," and "I'm proud of my
beautiful boobs, and I wish I could show them off."
Slowly but surely, Katrina had grown more and more
obsessed with showing off her large, pert jugs,
displaying them to Alex as often as she could. Even now,
as she sucked his cock, one hand was massaging her
bountiful chest.
From that point on, it had been a matter of gradually
inducing Katrina to do what he wanted her to do, think
what he wanted her to think, and feel what he wanted her
to feel. It was just a simple matter of programming.
Alex had used another set of images and messages to
induce Katrina to spread her legs for him, with messages
like "I really want to get fucked by my little brother,"
and "I need to feel my little brother's cock in my
pussy." Her lust for him had grown and grown, until the
evening of her Homecoming dance, when Alex had finally
taken her, shoving his lust-swollen prick deep into his
gorgeous, sexy sister.
Since then, he'd been slowly programming her to show an
interest in cock-sucking. It had been a simple matter to
insert subliminal messages like "I need to suck my
little brother's cock," and "I want to wrap my lips
around my little brother's thick shaft," into the set of
images his computer used for subliminal insertion. The
rest was, by now, automatic. Alex's computer intercepted
the incoming signal from the satellite dish. Anytime
that one of Katrina's favorite programs was on --
Richfield High, Hogan's Bluff, and a few other sappy
teenage dramas -- the computer inserted a subliminal
image once every ten seconds or so. The viewer, Katrina,
wouldn't notice the images consciously, but the brief
flicker of the image would register on her subconscious.
And the system continued to work beautifully, Alex
thought, watching as Katrina continued to suck his
blood-engorged prick. His sister was now eagerly jerking
her head up and down on his shaft. Alex stroked her
flaming red hair as he pondered what to do with his
gorgeous pet next. He could, of course, just keep
throwing the same images at her, and enjoy having an
eager little sex-kitten available for his constant use.
It would be a long time before he got bored of fucking
Katrina. But still, he felt like there was more he
wanted to do with her than just screw her. He thought of
the massive collection of pornographic pictures he had
on his hard drive. Maybe...
His thoughts were interrupted as he realized he was
going to come soon. It occurred to him that he hadn't
programmed her to want to swallow his come yet. She'd
take it if he came in her mouth, he knew, but she
wouldn't enjoy it. He didn't want to push her beyond the
limits of her programming yet. Besides, that sweet
little pussy of hers would be nice and juicy at this
point.
Alex gently pulled his sister's head up off his cock.
She looked up at him quizzically. She seemed almost hurt
that he'd stopped her blowjob. He grinned. "On your
back, bitch," he commanded. Her trepidation turned into
glee as she hurried to comply. Alex climbed atop his
panting sister, positioning the swollen purple head of
his prick between the glistening wet folds of her labia.
Sure enough, the slut was ready.
Alex howled in pleasure as he thrust into his sister.
Katrina shrieked with delight as her brother's massive
meat slammed into her tight pussy. Her hands continued
to rub and squeeze her tits as she felt him begin to
fuck her, pumping his cock in and out of her trembling
snatch. Her big, beautiful boobs. Her gorgeous jugs. She
just loved her tits!
She came almost immediately, her pussy clenching tightly
around her little brother's manhood, her legs encircling
his ass, pulling him deeply inside her as she screamed
through her orgasm. She felt him coming as well, spurt
after spurt of hot spunk shooting into her stomach.
Katrina's orgasm surged higher as she felt the warm
liquid penetrating her insides, her fingers continuing
to fondle her tits. She'd sucked her brother off so hard
that he'd come practically the instant he'd entered her.
God, she felt so fucking hot!
Even in the light windbreaker featuring the Tigers' team
colors, Tiffany Young was shivering as she jogged up the
steps of the high school, pompoms in hand. "Lexie!" she
called to the similarly-clad woman at the top of the
stairs.
"Oh, Tiff, there you are!" Alexis Donaldson exclaimed,
"It's so good to see you again." Tiffany returned the
proffered embrace. "We were worried you wouldn't make
it! You've been sick for so long!"
"Well, I'm fine now, Lexie," Tiffany responded, breaking
the embrace and stepping back from her fellow
cheerleader. "I just had some medical complications for
a few weeks." Tiffany grimaced inwardly. Medical
complications, indeed. "But I'll be back at practice on
Thursday."
"Well, let's get inside. Everyone else is waiting in the
gym," Alexis said, opening the door and hurrying Tiffany
inside. The two cheerleaders were alone in the school's
small lobby; virtually all the students and teachers
would be at the say-no-to-drugs assembly by now. Well,
she'd have to do this sooner or later. Tiffany unzipped
her jacket and shrugged it off, revealing her
cheerleading uniform underneath.
"Come on Tiff, this way," Alexis called, looking back at
her. The leggy brunette did a double-take when she saw
Tiffany. "Oh my God, Tiff, you had your boobs done!"
Alexis gaped, mouth open, at Tiffany's chest.
"Y-yeah. Well, I just decided I was tired of being so
flat-chested, you know?" Tiffany explained nervously.
Alexis was walking back slowly, head tilting this way
and that as she stared at Tiffany's chest. "Jesus, Tiff,
they're... don't you think they're a bit much?"
"No!" Tiffany snapped. "I think they're just fine!"
"Sorry," Alexis said, raising her hands in placation.
"It's just that you never seemed unhappy with your
breasts before. And then you show up with those..."
"Well... well..." Tiffany stammered. That much was true.
It had only been a month ago, while she'd been watching
one of those teen dramas she liked to watch during the
day, that she'd realized she wanted bigger tits. She
wanted men to stare at her jugs, ogle her knockers. She
got a shiver as she thought about men looking at her
tits. And maybe they were a bit bigger than most
women's. She looked down at her tits, straining against
the fabric of the too-small top of the cheerleading
uniform.
She'd intended to get something smaller, but once she'd
gotten into the doctor's office and started looking at
photographs, she'd gotten so excited that she'd gone
several sizes larger than she'd originally intended. But
hey, why pay a lot of money just to look like everyone
else, if you could look a lot better?
Then she realized Alexis was still waiting for her to
answer. "Well, yeah, I guess I decided pretty recently.
And I happen to like them just fine. So does Greg." That
was true. Greg loved her new breasts. Her tits. Her
bazookas. She shivered with delight again.
Alexis laughed at that. "Well, as long as it's for a
good cause," she said, grinning. "Now, let's get going,"
she said, trotting off down the hall. Tiffany hurried
after her.
They soon met up with the rest of the squad, waiting
just outside the double doors of the school gym, inside
which the entire student body was assembled for a
"Say-No-To-Drugs" program. They spent several minutes
getting organized, during which time Tiffany's
recently-augmented cleavage attracted a few sidelong
glances. Before anyone had a chance to ask her about
them, the school principal introduced them and they
burst through the gym doors and into one of their
standard dance routines. Because the routine was one of
the squad's staples, Tiffany had no problem keeping up,
despite having missed two weeks of practice.
The squad finished the routine with a sharp cheer of
"Drugs? No!" and drew a round of applause from the
students; especially, it seemed, the male ones. The
principal came back to the microphone, thanking the
cheerleaders and introducing the motivational speaker
that was to present the bulk of the assembly's message.
Tiffany filed off the floor with the rest of the
cheerleaders to the seats that had been reserved for
them in the front row of the mass of students. Tiffany
wound up sitting on one end of the row of cheerleaders,
right next to a thin, shy-looking boy. "Hi," she said,
smiling at him.
His gaze seemed locked on her chest. Tiffany thrilled
inwardly. Men had never stared at her tits before. The
boy seemed to shake himself loose from the hypnotic
spell of her cleavage. "H-hi," he stuttered, looking
away nervously.
Tiffany smiled, turning away to watch the assembly. The
speaker quickly grew boring, so she began to scan the
crowd, looking for Katrina. After a few minutes, she
found her step-daughter in the second row from the top
of the student audience. The redhead was wearing a tight
white crop-top that showed off her generous boobs
fetchingly. Tiffany was pleased that Katrina had such a
sexy figure. She was also pleased that the girl wasn't
shy about showing it off, either. There was no greater
compliment that could be paid to a woman than having men
talk about how hot she was, and Tiffany was sure that
plenty of the boys in school lusted after Katrina.
Including, maybe, her brother. For some reason, Tiffany
had spent a lot of time recently thinking about Katrina
and Alex having sex. Images of her stepchildren fucking
each other seemed to jump unbidden into her mind.
Tiffany crossed her legs, trying to subdue the tingling
that was beginning in her crotch. Tiffany groaned softly
as she thought about fucking her little brother. She
didn't have one, but that seemed immaterial. She wanted
desperately to feel her brother's cock slide into her
pussy, feel his massive cock slide into her mouth... Oh,
God!
Her head turned to look at the boy next to her. He
looked to be perhaps sixteen. She was only twenty-three.
He could easily have been her brother. Her brother...
Tiffany reached one hand out to cup his knee. The boy
jerked at her touch, startled. "Excuse me," she said in
what she hoped was a soothing voice. Her nerves were raw
with sexual energy. "Could you show me to the ladies'
room?"
"Uh... s-sure," he stammered. Tiffany stood up. Seizing
on an impulse, she took his hand. The boy was trembling.
He stood up nervously, leading her to the gym doors.
Tiffany knew the entire gym was staring at them, but she
didn't care. She was just going to the bathroom, after
all. She smiled. The boy lead her out the doors and down
the hall to the restroom door. "Here you go, ma'am," her
mumbled nervously, and made as if to leave.
"Wait," Tiffany insisted, gripping his hand tightly.
"Will you come in with me? To make sure it's safe?
Please?" She squeezed his hand once, for emphasis.
The boy's eyes widened as he slowly realized what was
happening. He was silent for a moment, before speaking
in a small voice. "O-okay..."
"Thanks," she cooed, leading him by the hand into the
restroom. Tiffany glanced around, making sure the small
restroom was empty. When she was reasonably sure it was,
she pushed the boy against the wall, planting her lips
firmly on his.
Tiffany was hardly aware of what she was doing. But she
knew she loved it. Her tongue shot into the boy's mouth,
probing, exploring. He was unresponsive, still
trembling. Tiffany brought one hand to his crotch,
feeling the bulge pushing against his jeans. He was
responsive there.
The kid gasped as she broke the kiss. The kid... little
brother. Tiffany sank slowly to her knees, unzipping the
boy's pants as she did. A quick pull allowed his rigid
cock to spring free. Tiffany gasped at the sight. Her
little brother's cock. She brought one hand up to grip
it, rubbing it gently, caressing it with her fingers.
The boy stood stunned, looking down at Tiffany as the
cheerleader stroked his cock. Tiffany looked up, a smile
on her face. Slowly, she parted her lips and brought her
mouth down on the blood-engorged prick.
The sensation that ran through her body was electric.
She sealed her lips around the cock, her eyes closing as
pleasure washed over her. Cock... sucking cock...
sucking little brother's cock... Tiffany shuddered. Her
pussy was damp.
Slowly, she began to pump her head up and down. The boy
began to groan as she did so. Tiffany used her free hand
to brace herself against the wall as she dove deeper on
the boy's cock. She'd gone down on Greg a couple of
times at his request, but she'd never really enjoyed it.
Now, for some reason, she found the idea of sucking cock
incredibly arousing. Sucking... little brother's cock.
It wasn't long before an orgasm washed over her. She
spread her legs and brought one hand to her pussy,
furiously rubbing her erect clit, one finger sliding
shallowly into her snatch. She was dimly aware that the
cock in her mouth was beginning to pulse.
Moments later, the boy gave a sharp cry as his cock
erupted in her mouth. Tiffany fought to control herself.
The warm liquid flowed into her mouth, coating her
tongue in a sticky saltiness. As her orgasm subsided, a
few drops escaped her mouth, spattering onto the tops of
her upthrust tits.
Tiffany collapsed on the floor, the short cheerleading
skirt splaying around her on the floor. She was dimly
aware of the boy zipping up his pants and hurrying out
of the restroom. Slowly collecting herself, she pulled
her spent body up off the floor, stumbling over to the
mirror. The face that looked back at her held a dazed
look, with a rivulet of jism snaking from one corner of
her mouth down her neck to the twin orbs of her
augmented boobs. She grinned in giddy delight at the
sight.
She returned to the gym ten minutes later, the semen
wiped from her face and cleavage and her hair freshened
up a bit. The boy was no longer sitting in the seat next
to hers. Tiffany looked through the crowd as she sat
down, curious. She found him after a few seconds of
searching, sitting with some other boys further up. He
was gesturing furiously as he spoke to his friends.
Tiffany couldn't hear the words, but she had a pretty
good guess as to what the topic of conversation was. Her
suspicion was confirmed when the boy pointed at her,
drawing his friends' gazes to her.
Tiffany blushed and turned her head away in
embarrassment. Embarrassment, however, gave way to
excitement as she thought about what they were probably
saying. Hot babe. Horny little sexpot. Cocksucking
cheerleader tramp. A soft moan escaped her lips.
"Tiff?" Alexis asked.
Tiffany sat bolt upright. "I'm fine," she snapped,
trying to hide her arousal. She squeezed her legs
tightly together, as though that would contain the
wetness between them.
"That's good, sis. Just smile for the camera." Katrina
complied with her brother's instructions, flashing her
most winning smile as the camera strobed several times.
"Chest further out... show off those gorgeous tits."
Katrina moaned softly at the words, thrusting her chest
forward as Alex snapped several more pictures. "Lean on
the bedrail... there we go." Katrina rested one hand on
the wrought-iron frame at the foot of her parents' bed.
Both of them were out for the evening; Greg had his
regular poker night with his old football buddies, and
Tiffany had left shortly afterward, telling them that
she had just gotten word that she had to go to a
surprise birthday party for a friend. So Katrina and
Alex had the evening alone.
Katrina thought excitedly about what was going on. Here
she was, striking sexy poses and smiling at the camera
while her brother shot photos of her. Just like a model.
Just like a hot, sexy model that men would lust after.
She pouted fetchingly at the camera, imagining men
looking at her pictures, men wishing they could fuck
her.
The idea had come to her while she'd been watching TV.
(It was strange, she reflected, how many new ideas had
come to her recently while watching TV. And her teachers
always prattling on about how TV rots the mind. Oh,
please!) She'd been watching Hogan's Brook, one of her
favorite shows, and it had occurred to her that the
girls on the show were on TV a lot. They were always
prancing around in sexy clothes on the show, probably
getting all the men who watched the show really horny.
The realization had come with a stab of jealousy. These
girls appeared on millions of TVs across America every
week. Probably thousands of men and boys lusted after
them. Tens of thousands, maybe even hundreds of
thousands of men dreaming about fucking them.
And what did she, Katrina, have? How many guys wanted to
fuck her? Maybe a few hundred at her school. It was
hardly fair. Here she was, a hot babe with a fabulous
set of knockers, and barely anyone could see it. Those
bitches on TV weren't hotter than she was; they just had
more exposure. Katrina had known with a sudden certainty
that if she were appearing on TV every week, men all
over the country would be jerking themselves silly
dreaming of her body. That was what she wanted.
Hundreds, thousands of men lusting after her.
It had been a week, though, before she'd done anything
about it. A week in which her thirst to be an object of
lust for throngs of men had grown and grown. A week in
which, every time she stripped naked to get fucked by
Alex, she'd fantasized about cameras shooting at her,
flashing as she posed, showing off her sexy young body.
A week in which she'd struggled to build up her courage.
She'd known that Alex would be the one to help her out.
She remembered vaguely that he'd had a brief interest in
photography a few years ago. And with his computer
skills, she knew that he could get pictures of her
distributed on the Internet, where thousands of men
would see them. She knew Alex could help her.
But there were risks, weren't there? What would happen
if someone at school found the pictures? Her reputation
would be ruined. Everyone would talk about her behind
her back. They'd call her a cheap slut. A whore. She
wasn't prepared for that. Teasing the guys at school
with her clothes and her body was one thing. Getting
fucked by her brother's massive cock every day was
something else. But neither of these things was the same
as being known as a slut. She loved having all the guys
wanting to fuck her, but she absolutely did not want
them to think they'd actually get a chance. Her
reputation was critically important, and she wasn't
willing to risk it.
But her desire to be looked at, to be lusted after, had
grown steadily over the past week. She'd finally decided
to ask Alex to take some pictures of her. She wouldn't
have them distributed. She just wanted to see what she
looked like on film, and fantasize about having lots of
men look at the pictures. Just fantasizing.
She'd finally asked Alex about it just after he'd fucked
her one evening. She hadn't mentioned her fantasy about
being lusted after by hordes of men across the country.
In fact, she hadn't even mentioned undressing. She'd
just asked him to take some pictures of her modeling.
"You know, to see if maybe I want to be a model." That
was all she needed, really. Her imagination could do the
rest.
He'd readily agreed, telling her what she would need to
do, what clothes she should use, and what sort of makeup
she should wear for the photoshoot. Almost as though
he'd known she was going to ask. No, she chided herself.
That wasn't possible. She was being silly.
And here they were, Katrina striking poses as Alex
instructed. She was wearing a low-cut black tube top
that showed off her generous tits and a tight, pink
miniskirt that clung to her legs. The outfit was
completed by a pair of black heels. At Alex's request,
she had tied her long red hair up in a ponytail. "It
completes the look," he'd explained at the beginning of
the shoot. "A sexy little teenybopper." That sentence
had brought on the now-familiar wetness in her snatch. A
wetness that was still with her.
"Okay, now bend over, hands on the railing," Alex
instructed. Katrina complied, bending at the waist and
leaning her weight on the bedframe. "Stick your ass up
higher," Alex ordered as he continued to snap pictures.
He circled around behind her. "Reach around back with
one hand and pull the skirt up a little."
Katrina did so, wondering if this was really necessary.
After all, the skirt was pretty short anyway, and left
little to the imagination. She pulled the skirt up a
bit, and heard Alex snap several pictures. "Higher...
higher... that's it," he commented. Katrina obeyed,
surprised that he wanted it that way. Any higher, and
she'd be showing her damp pussy to the camera. She
groaned at the thought of her pussy on film.
She heard Alex stepping back, and the clicking of the
camera being unloaded and reloaded with fresh film.
"Okay, sis, for this next roll, how about we see some of
your tits? Just pull up the top a bit, all right?"
Katrina froze. She hadn't asked Alex to shoot her
topless. She hadn't told him she wanted to be shot
topless. But... she did want to. And after all, nobody
would see these pictures, so what did it matter?
Katrina turned back to face Alex, nervously pulling up
the tube top and allowing her breasts to spring free.
"Smile," he instructed as the camera began to flash.
Katrina complied, smiling at the camera. Her confidence
returned. This felt right. She could easily picture
herself in the pages of a men's magazine. She brought
her hands up to cup her tits, proffering them to the
camera as she leered, tongue brushing her upper lip.
That felt very right.
Alex grinned as his sister squeezed her tits for his
camera. Sure enough, this was what she wanted. He could
read the lust in her face now. He congratulated himself
once again on a masterful job of programming her. "Okay,
sis, I want you to cup the left one... that's it... now
pout for the camera. Make it sexy, you gorgeous babe,"
he ordered. The words had the desired effect, as Katrina
swooned with delight.
The most recent batch of subliminal messages had been
things like "I want lots of men to lust after my body,"
and "I want thousands of men to dream about fucking me."
The images that supplemented these were drawn from his
online library without alterations: Porn actresses
pouting for the camera, models from men's magazines
spreading their legs or cupping their tits as the leered
at the camera. He'd also included some pictures of
strippers performing, thrusting their bare tits
provocatively at crowds of leering men. It was all
designed to induce Katrina to want to be photographed,
and have her photographs viewed by horny men. She hadn't
admitted it all to him yet, but he knew that was what
she wanted. After all, he'd programmed her.
Alex continued to snap pictures. Katrina followed his
instructions eagerly now, fondling her tits and
spreading her legs for his hungry camera. Getting her to
bare her boobs seemed to have snapped her reluctance
completely. She was really getting into it now. She
didn't have the skills of a professional model -- she
didn't yet understand the best ways to pose, or how best
to show off her body. But she was enthusiastic.
And she followed his instructions well, gradually
removing the top and the skirt. Slowly he coaxed her
through it, moving her from one pose to another -- this
one showing off her full tits with their hard nipples,
that one displaying her glistening wet snatch. Alex
noted with approval that Katrina had shaved her pussy
before the shoot. Every image he'd used in programming
her this week had featured a woman with a shaved pussy.
Katrina had only a small triangular patch of fur
remaining on her lower stomach. The lips of her slit
were smooth and shiny.
Alex used up roll after roll of film on his gorgeous
sister's nubile body. After half an hour of shooting,
Alex decided he had enough. He'd used up a dozen rolls
of film, and Katrina was now panting from the exertion
and excitement, a light sheen of sweat covering her
smooth skin. He'd finished up with some shots of her
from behind, standing on legs spread wide, facing the
bed, bending forward to lean both hands on the bed. The
pose accentuated the curves of her luscious ass while
also exposing the moist folds of her snatch. Alex's cock
felt ready to burst in his jeans. There was just one
more thing to be done.
Setting the camera gently on the dresser, Alex stepped
toward the horny redhead...
Katrina stood, panting, balancing herself on the heels
she still wore. She felt her pussy tingling as she
thought about how sexy she must look. How fucking hot.
That was what she was. A hot babe. She couldn't wait to
see the pictures Alex had taken, to see how sexy she
looked.
The camera fell silent. Katrina stood, panting, waiting
for Alex to change film rolls and resume shooting. She
was exhausted from the session, but still eager for
more. Maybe now she'd get to show off her tits some
more. Her luscious tits.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a hand on her rear.
Alex was stroking her ass gently, his hand sliding
across her damp skin. Katrina's pulse quickened as she
realized Alex was going to fuck her. Suddenly, she
realized how much she needed a good fucking. Her legs
trembled as she thought of Alex's thick cock sliding
into her pussy.
"You really enjoyed that, didn't you, sis?" he asked
from behind her, his hand sliding down to her snatch.
"Yeah... yeah, I... Oh!... I l-liked it," she moaned,
gasping as Alex's hand brushed her erect clit. Dammit,
why didn't he just fuck her? Katrina's hips swiveled as
she ground her pussy against her brother's hand, trying
desperately to bring herself to orgasm.
"Well, I was just thinking that we could also make some
money out of this," he mused.
Katrina's hips stopped moving. What did he mean?
"M-money?" she asked stupidly.
"Sure," Alex responded, still stroking her. His other
hand had reached around to her chest, and was now
fondling one erect nipple. "I know of a few web sites
that would pay good money for these pictures. There's a
lot of horny men who'll gladly pay to look at pictures
of you," he explained.
Katrina gasped, her body shaking with excitement. Men
staring at her. Horny men dreaming of fucking her. She
shivered at the thought. But she couldn't do that!
"No..." she moaned as Alex gently stroked her clit. His
other hand had left her breast and she heard the sound
of a zipper. His cock... Katrina fought to focus her
thoughts. "No... Someone might recognize me..."
"Nah," Alex replied. "Even if someone from school did
see your pictures -- which I really doubt, since they'd
have to be twenty-one years old -- they'd never
recognize you. Not in these clothes, with all this
makeup. Come on, sis, a hot babe like you can make a ton
of money selling pictures of herself for guys to jack
off to."
Katrina gasped again as she thought of hundreds,
thousands of men jerking on their cocks, staring at her
naked body. Her sexy body, with its creamy little snatch
and fabulous tits. Alex's thick shaft was brushing
against her pussy lips now. It was sliding slowly back
and forth across her snatch, the skin of the massive
pole rubbing against her rigidly erect clitoris. She
felt her resistance failing. "Noooo... please... just
fuck me, Alex..."
Alex leaned closer, whispering into her ear. "And after
they get done looking at you, they'll go and fuck their
wives and their girlfriends. But they won't be thinking
about the women they're fucking. They'll be thinking
about you. In their minds, they'll be fucking your hot
little body, sis."
That snapped it. She couldn't stand it anymore. She had
to do it. "Okay... okay... sell the... Oh!... Sell the
pictures, Alex."
"Sure thing, babe," Alex responded. "You won't regret
it. You'll get a lot of money out of it." Katrina nodded
absently, but she was so far gone that she barely
understood what he was saying. She didn't really care
about the money. All she wanted was to be seen. To be
lusted after. To have thousands of men fuck her in their
dreams.
A moment later, she was rewarded for her patience, as
Alex shifted the position of his cock and thrust it
forcefully into her dripping cunt. She came barely a
minute later, screaming through a torrential orgasm, her
hips bucking furiously on her brother's massive shaft as
she thought about how many men were going to see her
sexy young body.
"Five minutes, Tiffany!"
"Okay," the blonde replied, acknowledging the club
manager with a wave. She turned back to the mirror,
checking her appearance once more. She'd curled her hair
before leaving the house, and now it fell in lustrous
blond tresses about her made-up face, a few locks
straying forward sexily to brush her cheeks. Eyeshadow
and mascara highlighted her blue eyes, and her lips
shined with bright red lipstick and gloss. Perfect. She
slipped a pair of black sunglasses over her eyes.
Tiffany stood and stepped back from the mirror to
evaluate her whole body. Her bare legs balanced on
three-inch black heels, stretching up to a pair of black
lace panties that barely covered her pussy. Her
already-wet pussy, she realized. A matching bra
struggled to contain her oversized tits, almost
revealing her rock-hard nipples. She caught a few
appraising glances from the other women in the room.
Jealousy, no doubt. Tiffany knew she looked hot. But
still, her nerves were raw. Did she really want to do
this?
The idea had come to her a week ago, while she'd been
alone at home one day watching TV. She'd been thinking
about her new boobs, and how little appreciation they'd
received. They were incredibly fantastic, a really
gorgeous set of jugs. But nobody got to see them. Well,
Greg did, but that hardly counted. He was only one man.
She wanted a lot of men to see her tits. In fact, she
wanted men to see her whole body. She wanted men to
drool over her, to lust after her.
The thought had stuck with her. Pictures had come
unbidden into her head of women striking sexy poses,
showing off their tits, asses, and pussies for the world
to see. Strippers licking their lips for audiences,
shaking their boobs in customers' faces. Women who
commanded the attention of hundreds of men, women who
inhabited mens' fantasies. That was what she wanted. She
wanted to be lusted after.
The feeling had grown stronger as the days passed. Days
of doing nothing but staying home, watching the teen
dramas she'd grown up with. Days of ever more intense
yearning for the chance to show off her sexy body, with
its fabulous tits. Yesterday, she'd gone out after her
TV shows to do some errands. But without really thinking
about it, she'd found herself heading to a section of
town she usually tried to avoid. She'd been drawn to the
Strip Strip, as it was called, a street that boasted
over a dozen strip clubs. She'd driven up and down it,
scanning the various windowless buildings, thinking
about all the men inside staring at bare tits and wet
pussies. She'd been too afraid to go inside, but unable
to pull herself away from the street. At last she'd
spotted a sign in front of one club, the Beaver Trap,
advertising "Open Amateur Night" every Tuesday. Tuesday
was Greg's poker night.
And so, tonight, without really planning it, she'd come
here. Greg had left for his poker game and Tiffany had
just known that tonight she was going to be a stripper.
There really was no question about it. So she'd packed
up a small bag with the black lace bra and panties that
she'd only worn once, on her first night with Greg, and
the matching black heels. After all, hot babes always
wore heels, didn't they? Of course they did. She just
knew it. She'd spent half an hour styling her hair,
teasing it out into a sexy mane of blond tresses. She'd
lied to the kids, telling them that she had to go to a
last-minute surprise birthday party for a friend. After
leaving a hastily scribbled note for Greg, she'd hoped
in the car and sped off to the Beaver Trap.
The sunglasses had been an afterthought, found in the
bottom of her purse while fishing for lipstick. She'd
tried them on and loved them; they added immensely to
the sultriness of her appearance. Without them, she
looked like a timid young woman trying to look sexy for
her man. With them, she looked like... well, she looked
like a stripper.
But could she go through with it? Could she actually be
a stripper? She'd struggled with her doubts during the
drive over to the club. What if someone she knew was in
the audience? Or what if someone who'd seen her
cheerleading recognized her here? That wouldn't be good.
If anyone found out she was here, she'd get kicked off
the cheerleading squad at the very least.
"Tiffany?" She turned from the mirror to see the manager
beckoning to her. "You're on next. Come on out; the
crowd is eager, and they don't want to be kept waiting,"
he said, beckoning with one pudgy hand.
Tiffany shuddered in pleasure. A crowd... a crowd of
men, eager to see her gorgeous body, eager to feast on
her tits, her ass, her pussy. A hundred men, maybe more,
all looking at her.
Her apprehensions vanished as she walked out the door,
following the porcine manager to the back of the stage.
He stopped there, wrapping one meaty hand around her
upper arm. Normally, she would have been indignant at
the implied familiarity, but she accepted his touch
silently, her thoughts only on the crowd of men waiting
to see her. She could hear them cheering wildly. Cries
of "Bring out the stripper!" and "Let's see some meat!"
filtered through the thin curtains.
"Here's the rules," the manager said, wagging a finger
at her. "You can't let them touch your privates or your
nipples. We get a 25% commission on all your tips. You
get one song. Any requests?" Tiffany shook her head no.
"Okay, then. Wait for the deejay to call your name, then
go out and do your stuff, honey." Tiffany nodded mutely
as the manager stepped back.
Mere seconds later, she heard the music fade and the
deejay's voice booming in the front of the club. "And
now, the Beaver Trap proudly presents the next
contestant in our Open Amateur Night. Put your hands
together for Tiffany!" Tiffany gasped in fright as she
realized she hadn't even made up a fake name. She
couldn't... A strong hand on her ass shoved her forward,
through the gap in the curtains and onto the stage.
She was assaulted by a riot of light and sound as she
fought to regain her footing. Multicolored lights
swirled around her as the loudspeakers pumped out a
heavy bass beat. Tiffany fought to compose herself,
peering desperately through the sunglasses in an attempt
to see what was going on. Slowly, they became distinct
as she separated them out from the maze of shifting
lights. Men. Dozens, hundreds of men, all cheering as
they look at her.
She stood stock still, petrified. What was she supposed
to do? She'd spent all week fantasizing about this
moment, about being on stage with all sorts of horny men
leering at her body. But, she realized, she'd never made
any attempt to learn what she was supposed to do once
she got here. She'd never even been to a club like this
before tonight! She struggled to stay calm, thankful
that the sunglasses hid the terror in her eyes from the
crowd.
And then an image leapt into her mind -- a skimpily
dressed woman on a dimly-lit stage, her hips cocked to
one side as she cupped her tits and smiled. Tiffany
seized on it, doing her best to emulate the stripper in
her mind's eye. She leaned on one leg and brought her
hands up to squeeze her boobs, forcing a smile to her
lips. She felt a wash of relief as the crowd gave a
lusty cheer. What now? Her eyes caught a metal pole
implanted in the stage at the end of a long runway. More
images flashed before her eyes as she caught sight of it
-- strippers swinging from the pole, wrapping their
sleek legs around it, squeezing it between their oiled
tits. She had to use the pole. She walked down the
runway to the pole, doing her best to look sexy. The
cheering of the crowd grew louder as she made her way to
the pole. She drank in the catcalls and the stares, the
dollar bills tossed onstage. All these men staring at
her. Just her. She felt her pussy clench at the thought.
Another image came into her mind just as she reached the
pole. She gripped it with one hand, swinging her body
around as she used her free hand to pull her bra down
off one tit. The released breast popped free, drawing
another wave of yells from the men at the tables below
her. She pulled the skimpy black top off her other boob,
drawing more applause. Another image popped into her
mind. She squeezed her tits together, rubbing the erect
nipples between her fingers. The crowd exploded with
excitement, just as another image flashed before her
eyes. She licked her lips lasciviously as she continued
to fondle her tits, and the cheering redoubled. Tiffany
swooned as she felt her pussy tingle with wet
excitement.
The images were coming faster and faster to her now,
driving her actions almost without any need for
conscious thought. She had no idea where they were
coming from, but her brain was too overwhelmed by them
to care. She was vaguely aware of ripping off her
panties and showing her wet snatch to the crowd. Her
eyes traveled from one face to the next, taking in the
lust in each pair of eyes, each staring face driving her
excitement higher. Still under the control of the images
flashing through her mind, she stepped up to the pole,
wrapping her balloon-like boobs around the cold steel
shaft. The roar of the crowd was almost deafening as she
slid her tits up and down around the pole.
Her arousal grew with each passing moment, bringing her
to undreamt-of heights of sexual pleasure. And it was
like sex. Like having sex with hundreds of men. Each of
the men around her, she knew, was fucking her in his
mind, and she felt as though she could feel them all --
a hundred cocks sliding in and out of her moist pussy.
Her tongue snaked out to lick the pole. The mixture of
sweat and oil coating it was hardly appealing, but she
was only dimly aware of the taste as the crowd surged
again in a lusty cheer. Her orgasm crested and her hips
began to swivel furiously as she ground her clit against
the steel pole, desperate to squeeze every last ounce of
pleasure she could from it.
Moments later, the music faded and Tiffany slowly came
to her senses. She'd fallen onto her back during her
climax, but her hips had continued to work, sliding her
snatch up and down that steel pole, feeding the
mind-blowing orgasm. She struggled to her feet,
remembering where she was, as the deejay asked for
another round of applause for her. She crept to her
feet, trembling, and hurried offstage. The orgasmic
pleasure was seeping away, leaving her with a coldness
inside. What had she done?
She rushed into the dressing room, guilt crashing over
her. She'd just stripped naked in front of hundreds of
strangers. What had possessed her to do that? And then
she'd gone and practically fucked that steel pole! She
rushed to re-dress herself, fumbling with the slacks
she'd worn to the club. She had to get out of this
place!
She'd just finished fastening the pants when the manager
burst into the dressing room. "Tiffany! That was
fantastic! You're a sure thing to win the..." He paused
as he realized what she was doing. "Wait... you can't
leave!" he exclaimed.
"I... I have to go," she stammered, pulling on her
blouse and struggling with the buttons.
"But... but you won't be able to collect the prize money
if you don't stay until the end of the contest. You'll
be disqualified if you leave now."
"I need to get home," she replied tersely, not meeting
the manager's eye. She didn't want the money. She wanted
to get out of this filthy hole. She wanted to get away
from her shame at what she'd done.
"But... but..." the manager protested as she picked up
her purse and marched to the door. He followed her,
still sputtering. "Look, at least take my card. Call me
sometime if you want to make some extra money." Tiffany
walked past him, not responding, turning down the hall
toward the read door. She didn't want to walk through
the club floor again.
"Come on, Tiffany," the manager pleaded, "you could
clean up as a dancer. You had every guy out there hard
for you."
Tiffany froze, one hand on the door, stifling a gasp.
All those men, looking at her. Her pussy clenched at the
thought. The sensations she'd felt on the dance floor
returned. All those eyes on her, all those cocks getting
hard just for her. She turned slowly, trying to hold in
the emotions surging through her. "O-okay," she
stammered. "Give me the card." She held out one hand
impatiently.
The pudgy man placed the card in her hand. "Please, call
me anytime. I can work with whatever schedule you need,
and hours that are convenient for..."
But Tiffany was already out the door, running to her
car. She wasn't going to dance again. She'd just taken
the card to shut him up. She didn't want to dance again.
She certainly didn't want to be a stripper. Certainly
not. She definitely didn't want to have all those men
staring at her. All those men lusting after her. All
those men dreaming of fucking her...
Five minutes later, as the furious movements of her
finger on her clit brought her to orgasm in the front
seat of the car, she was no longer quite so certain.