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Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
Story title : Private Dancer Part 2
Last Edited 03/18/00 by Ian
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Private Dancer Part 2 (MF, FF, exh)
By Kristen Kathleen Becker
***
We went directly to my dressing room, and I buzzed
Kurt. I asked him to stop by and see me, saying I had
a couple of beautiful women I wanted him to meet.
Kurt, being Kurt, was there in a flash. "Ahh, yes," he
breathed. "They are quite exquisite, Gretchen. I would
like to perform with them very much. Hello, ladies. Did
Gretchen tell you about me?"
Kathy said, in a small voice: "We saw your last per-
formance."
"That is very good. Did you like our act?"
Here Kristen jumped in. "Oh, you were marvelous. I
never realized sex was like that."
Kurt looked a little taken aback by this, and shot a
questioning glance at me.
"Yes, Kurt, Kristen is a virgin, but she wants to
perform."
"We have never done it with a virgin before, Gretchen.
Is this wise?", Kurt asked, sounding a little troubled.
"I'll take care of Kristen," I said. "You perform with
Kathy. I'm fairly sure she can handle you." I chuckled.
"And if Kristen wants to do more, we'll let her, OK?"
"Sounds fine to me, but you ought to get them ready;
we're on in 25 minutes. I'll see you ladies a little
later. I'm really looking forward to it." Kurt gave
Kathy a long smoldering look before padding out of the
room, her eyes following him with the look of a child
in a candy store.
With Kurt out of the way, I turned to the girls. "OK.
Now you have to strip for me."
They stood there, wide-eyed, neither making a move. I
walked up to Kristen, and began unbuttoning her blouse
while she just stood there quietly, letting me undress
her. I pushed her open blouse back off her shoulders,
then unclipped her skirt and let it drop.
I was enjoying myself, guessing how Kristen must be
feeling to have another woman undress her. I remembered
the first time it happened to me, and hoped Kristen was
enjoying it as much as I had. I smiled at her as I came
in close, reaching around behind her to unclip her bra,
and stepping back with it in my hands.
Yes, I liked her body as much as I'd thought I would.
She stood, now, just panty-clad, her arms at her side.
It was a good sign when they didn't try to cover their
breasts. She had a small, but well-muscled and highly-
toned body. I like that in women. So often they're just
soft, and that does nothing for me.
But Kristen's was an athlete's body. She stood there,
with excitement in her eyes, and looking into mine. I
found myself wanting to feel her, but held myself back.
"Kristen, you're beautiful. I really mean it. You're
going to make a lot of people dream about you tonight."
I now turned to Kathy and helped her take off her
sweater. After I'd pulled it off over her head she
unfastened her own skirt, then removed her bra and
panties. Yes, I thought, she's got some nerve. I don't
know if I could have undressed myself like that the
first time.
The girls were now standing buck naked in front of me.
Kathy was a few inches taller than Kristen, and larger-
boned, and her breasts were a size or two larger than
Kristen's. Both girls, however, were quite perfectly
proportioned.
"Come along, girls. We have to take a shower, then oil
our bodies, and we're running out of time." I threw my
French T onto the back of a chair and led them into the
shower stall. Oh yes, this was really going to be fun.
I started the water flow and stepped in, beckoning them
to follow. Once all three of us were wet, I started to
soap Kristen's body. I had my reasons for picking on
her first. To my surprise, Kathy joined right in, and
while I soaped Kristen's front, Kathy was doing her
back.
I roamed my hands all over Kristen's firm body; it was
heaven. I thoroughly soaped her up, massaging her
breasts until her nipples were standing at attention.
She just stood there with eyes closed, letting me do
whatever I wanted, luxuriating in the sensation she was
getting from being massaged all over. Remembering my
mission, I ran my hands down her flat stomach, and
knelt down in front of her to wash her thighs. As I did
that I trailed my hand over her love triangle. For a
while I kept up a pretence of washing her light blonde
pubic hair, but then, without any warning, I pushed two
fingers deep between her pussy lips.
As I expected, Kristen jumped in surprise, but I had my
answer. Our little Krissy might be a virgin, but her
hymen was gone, so she'd had something in there. That
was good. I was glad to know that.
I apologized for my 'mistake', and Kristen and I now
turned our attention to Kathy. Once we'd washed and
oiled one another (and I enjoyed that too) it was time
to go.
"Well, girls, this is how it works. Kristen, you'll
be with me; and Kathy, you get Kurt. Don't worry; he'll
treat you gently. Kristen, you do whatever, and when-
ever you like; no pressure. And if there's something
you don't like, just let me know."
With that, I took both girls by the hand and we walked
out on stage. There was immediate applause. Of course,
I always get applause, but this seemed to contain a
note of expectation.
I guessed that the 'fact' that Kristen was a virgin had
reached the audience. That's one thing management is
good at, getting the word out to the clientele. Both
girl were nervous. They knew roughly what to expect but
not really how to behave.
I was impressed to see that they didn't look awkward,
only a trifle subdued. "Step to center stage, Kristen.
Kathy, walk over there; that's where Kurt will come
in."
The girls did just as they were told, and I thrilled
at the sight, knowing this was their first time.
Kristen was mine, and I had everything ready.
Kurt came on stage to a fanfare, sporting his signature
hard-on, which, I thought, looked a little harder than
usual for a second performance. I wasn't at all of-
fended. After all, I felt the same way about Kristen.
He strode up to Kathy and took her in his arms. Mean-
while I walked up behind Kristen and wrapped my arms
around her, leaning my chin on her shoulder to watch
Kurt and Kathy perform. I didn't want to go too fast.
We saw Kurt spin Kathy round within his arms so that
they faced each other. He looked huge next to her, like
a genie with a fairy princess. He knelt in front of her
and reached up to her shoulders with his massive hands,
then ran his big paws down over her breasts, her nipples,
down her firm stomach to her legs.
He did this several times with Kathy standing erect and
proud in front of him, obviously enjoying the sexual
massage. Suddenly, as if overcome by lust, Kurt took
hold of Kathy by her shapely hips, and lowered her to
the floor as if in a ballet.
Unlike a ballet, however, he immediately sank his face
deep into the V of her golden thighs. Kathy was
responding beautifully, and I was becoming extremely
wet from watching them.
Almost without thinking, as I rested my chin on
Kristen's shoulder, I started toying with her nipples.
We swayed from side to side as we watched Kurt giving
head, and I was surprised, and pleased, when Kristen's
hand crept up and started caressing my cheek.
Kurt was putting on a great show, and the audience were
getting excited, some of the regulars on their feet to
get a better view. Kathy's hips were writhing under
Kurt's mouth, and she was obviously not acting.
After a while Kurt crept, still on his knees, up to
Kathy's lovely face. He plunged an arm under her upper
body and pulled her up from the floor. Still kneeling,
and with only one hand for support, he began pas-
sionately frenching her. Soon Kathy was struggling for
air but Kurt, in dominant mood, kept up the suction.
Meanwhile, my little vixen had found my mouth with her
hand and inserted a finger, a move that had taken me
six months to devise for myself. I began to think
Kristen might have natural talent for sex.
Becoming aware that she was pushing back against me in
a slow rhythm, I stopped paying attention to Kathy and
Kurt and gave my full attention to my own partner. I
turned Kristen around in my arms and kissed her on the
lips, lightly at first, then a little harder, then we
started frenching.
We stood in the middle of the stage, our bodies pressed
together, and over fifty strangers watched as my little
Kristen began kissing me in earnest. I was amazed at
how quickly she'd become aroused. A new girl normally
just lets things happen, but Kristen was obviously
enjoying her little exhibitionist fling, and was pre-
pared to take the lead if she felt like it.
The crowd started cheering us on by name. I think, by
now, they all knew about Kristen's virginity, and that
this was a rare one-off experience. I pulled back from
Kristen and knelt down in front of her. I had intended
demonstrating some of my famous tongue action, but she
did the unexpected again and knelt down with me,
clamping onto my mouth again and giving me a little
tongue herself.
Eventually I pulled away, whispering: "Kristen, I want
you to get on all fours, because I'm going to fuck you
from behind. The audience will love it, and I guarantee
you will too. Trust me, sweety."
Kristen frowned, but did as she was told, going down
on all fours and waiting for me. As I crawled around
behind her I was able to examine her body. In the light
of the club her skin seemed to glow with its own inner
light. I was moved by her beauty as I raised myself up
to lean on her strong, smooth athletic back.
I reached between her legs and began stroking her cunt
slit, rubbing my knuckles against her clitoris at the
end of each stroke. I wasn't surprised to find that she
was wet; so was I...
I was finding jerking her off even more enjoyable than
doing myself. Her body shivered each time my hand
touched her love-button, and I enjoyed that too.
To know that this girl had never had anyone's hands on
her before, that her sexual pleasures had previously
only been self-induced, and that I was her first, really
got me going.
I signaled to the stagehand and he threw me my prop. I
whispered to Kristen: "Sweety, I'm going to fuck you
very soon. Trust me. I won't hurt you. Just stay loose
and let it happen, OK?"
She just moaned in reply, rhythmically thrusting her
behind back onto my fingers. I pushed my leg between
hers and let her hump my thigh. Meanwhile, I took my
famous strap-on "manhood" and slipped one end into
myself, then strapped on the support harness.
Oh, it felt so good to be full. I always feel powerful
when I wear a strap-on; I sometimes think I can use a
fake dick better that most men use their real ones. But
then I have an advantage; I know what it feels like to
have a man fuck me. No matter how hard they try to
imagine it, heterosexual men can never really know that
feeling.
I felt a little thrill when I realized that Kristen
didn't know it either... yet.
I pulled my leg back from between Kristen's while she
groaned with frustration. Then, leaning back a little,
I rubbed my "manhood" against her glistening pussy
lips. I said softly: "Kristen dear, I want you to reach
back and put me inside you."
She looked back through her legs, and I felt her body
jerk in surprise when she saw my life-like 10-incher.
I said: "Trust me, Kristen. You're going to enjoy this
I promise."
She slowly reached back between her legs and fingered
my 'cock'. After a while I had to say it again, a
little more urgently this time. "Kristen, please put
my cock against your opening. Do it now; everyone's
calling for you to do it. Can't you hear them, Kristen?
They're waiting for me to take your virginity. Do you
want me to, sweety? Do you?" My heart was pounding as
she now took my fake cock and pulled it towards her
cunt, making 'my half' of the dildo move inside me as
she did so.
She placed it at her opening, and I gently urged my
hips forward to penetrate her pussy lips. Kristen cried
out as her virgin pussy was stretched, but I didn't
stop.
Slowly I inserted an inch. She was quaking under me,
but whether from pain or pleasure I neither knew nor
cared. I was simply concentrating on doing my little
American princess, so I rhythmically went an inch
deeper, then another.
The crowd was going wild by this time. I could hear
Kristen's breath coming fast and shallow, like a woman
in childbirth using the Lamaze method.
Successive thrusts went deeper into her stretched
opening until, finally, I bottomed out. All ten inches
were inside my little princess, and she wasn't screaming
into the night.
The audience was egging me on with a low, rhythmic
chant of: "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck her!...", and
that's what I did, and Kristen seemed not to mind one
bit.
Thrust in, pull out, thrust in, pull out... The rhythm
started slow, and built up. I know what a crowd likes -
and that is a big dick going in and out of a pretty,
wet cunt. It sounds crude, but that's human nature, and
I make a lot of money because I understand it.
So that's what I did to Kristen. I gave her a lot of
dick; fake dick, to be sure, but good dick. She was
really getting into it - I could hear her groan at the
peak of each thrust - and I knew that she was going to
reach the summit tonight.
The crowd were making a terrific din, but Kristen was
in her own little world. I was holding her around the
stomach, keeping up the pace, when I felt her tummy
muscles start to ripple, and her body began to jerk
under me. Then she began screaming: "OH yes! YES! OH
GOD YES!", and thrusting back at me as hard as I was
thrusting into her.
Each of her movements pushed my half of the two-way
dildo against my clitoris, and within a minute I
experienced the most exquisite orgasm I think I've
ever had.
Knowing that Kristen was coming as a result of my
efforts greatly helped to push me over. We shook and
spasmed as one, our juices and perspiration mixing
as we were simultaneously overcome.
All of a sudden Kristen seemed to lose her strength
and began to sag under me. I couldn't hold her up, so
she fell to the floor of the stage, sprawling out
under me, pulling my vinyl 'manhood' out of her body
while the audience roared with approval.
I looked down at her sweet, limp body and smiled. An
expression of utter bliss was on her face, her eyes
were closed and she was breathing hard. She's a
natural, I thought. She wasn't acting, but didn't need
to; she was a natural.
I heard another part of the audience shouting Kurt's
name and, still on my knees above Kristen, I looked
around to see how he was getting on.
He was pounding away like a machine at Kathy's pussy.
From my angle I could see his huge cock pulling out
of her, then disappearing back into her like a snake
into its hole. Kathy was oblivious to everything but
the fine screwing she was getting from Kurt.
I knew how that could be, having been there a few times
myself. I looked down at Kristen. She was curled into
a ball, her knees up to her chest, lying on her side
and facing the audience with her eyes still closed.
Then I looked back at Kurt. His bottom was rising and
falling. I knew that even if he came inside Kathy he'd
keep up the rhythm till she had an orgasm; he could do
that. I felt I ought to join in, so I stood up, my fake
member in one hand, and skipped over to the rutting
couple.
I knelt behind Kurt and looked questioningly at the
audience. They cheered me on: "Do him! Go on, do him!"
I usually ask Kurt in advance if I'm going to do my
reverse routine, but things were different tonight.
The only warning I could give him was to bend over him
and rub my nipples against his back. He didn't seem to
notice me, however, or perhaps he didn't care - I don't
know which.
So I grabbed hold of my still-wet and slick 'cock' and
pushed the head against Kurt's rear door. I let him
take me in at his own speed. Each time he pulled out
of Kathy he impaled himself on my 'dick'. I'd sort of
follow him down a little when he thrust into her again,
so that with every backward move of his hips my "dick"
buried itself a little deeper in his ass.
Eventually it was buried up to the hilt. I always like
doing men. It's a trip to turn the tables and, besides,
the crowd always loves it.
Every time Kurt pumped into Kathy, he'd pull himself
off my 'cock'; and whenever he pulled his own dick out
of her, he'd get mine deep in his rear.
Therefore, while Kathy was getting the screwing of her
life, Kurt was getting banged up at the same time. We
put on quite a show. It isn't easy to maintain a rhythm
like that, but Kurt and I knew what we were doing.
At last Kathy started to convulse in her final orgasm.
Both Kurt and I could tell that he'd used her up; that
she couldn't take much more. She was making unintel-
ligible noises as her beautiful body flopped around
uncontrollably underneath Kurt.
Then, to my surprise, Kurt himself started to come. I
could tell, because I was stroking his shaft evey
time he pulled out before thrusting in again, and all
of a sudden I felt hot fluids gushing out over my
hand.
I smiled triumphantly at the audience, holding out my
dripping hand up for everyone to see. Kurt now fell
sprawling on top of Kathy, pulling free from me, then
rolled off her prostrate body.
I was so breathless I just stayed on my knees, jacking
my vinyl 'cock' in my hand, actually pushing it in and
out of my vagina, though the crowd just saw a woman
masturbating her dildo. I liked doing that; it was kind
of my trade-mark.
After a minute I jumped up and pulled off my strap-on,
holding it above my head like a trophy, and Kurt got
up and stood next to me. The music swelled. There we
stood, in the middle of the stage, two blonde Germans,
with our two American conquests, used-up and prostrate,
on either side of us. It was a very erotic, and a sym-
bolic scene, believe me.
*
That night was such fun for me that ever since then
I've always kept an eye open for another virgin to take
on stage. I must admit, though, that I never found one
like Kristen again.
She and Kathy went back to Nuremberg for their skating
competition, and did well. A week later they went home
to America. I still get Christmas cards from them.
Kristen has told me many times that if I ever come to
America I must stay with her.
I've no idea where Oregon is, but if I ever do go to
America I will surely find out...
*
Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his encour-
agement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job
editing my little story.
(c) July 1997 -- Last ed. 03/18/00 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com
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