Perverts 'R' Us

The Adventures of Pinkie - Chapter 5 - Spreading Her Gash For Cash

By Blue Boy ( M+/F, exh, oral )

As Pinkie sat bare-assed on the tiny stage floor, she delighted in the attention of the men and good vibes in the club. She smiled, chatted and enjoyed flirting and teasing while in the buff in front of all these guys. In fact, it was a sensation she couldn't get enough of. She had a beautiful body and was feeling compelled to constantly be naked whenever she was around men and women, too. It was like an inner demon was taking possession of her mind and sole and transforming her into a sexual slave of her own lust. She couldn't get enough of this whole crazy sex lust stuff. And the drugs made her so horny!

As the rap music began, she winked at the guys in the front row, arched backwards onto her back, reached under her legs and rolled her legs all the way back assuming a yoga position pointing her pink asshole right in the faces of the men in the front row.

"You guys got the best seats, that's for sure!" she teased.

"I just learned how to do this ... Watch this!" she snickered as she bit her tongue and peeled open her shaved clamshell. With fingers from both hands she pulled her vagina wide open for a close-up view.

"How's that look from where you're sitting?" she laughed, pumping her tattooed fanny to the music, holding her pose for all the gawking men.

As the music continued, Pinkie graced her legs and moved with the refinements of an natural stripper as she strained hard to pull her cunt lips apart even wider - stretching them and pulling her labia giving everyone a generous view inside.

"Well fellas," called out the DJ, "our Miss Pinkie is showing you how she got her nickname. Let's show her your appreciation and keep those green backs happening."

"Look, don't touch," she whispered softly as a black boy leaned forward and began blowing into her deep gapping pussy hole. "Oh yeah, that feels good!" she laughed.

"Hi, come take a seat," she encouraged some newcomers who walked up to the stage. "Can you see okay?" she asked, as she inserted her fingers a little deeper and got a fresh grip on her slippery vagina cavity - tugging hard on her labia as the men took their seats.

As Pinkie brazenly displayed her wet vagina for their viewing pleasure, she couldn't stop thinking about all of her classmates from high school. If they could only see her now, they'd be shocked. After all, she had been Homecoming Princess in her Junior Year.

And the only reason she didn't make Homecoming Queen as a senior is because her PE teacher, Ms. Bleacher cut her from the cheerleading squad because she didn't think Cindy put enough energy into her performance.

"Fuck 'em all" she smiled to herself. "If they could see me now, I'd show 'em a high energy performance."

"You guys are just in time for the hole show!!" she laughed, puckering her lips and winking at them as she waived her legs in the air.

She was obviously pleased to be showing her "pink" to all these men as the spot lights shown down into her gapping cunt.

One by one, the men opened their wallets and placed their bills at the base of the stage. "Go on, you can put those bills in my garter," she encouraged them, slipping on a red elastic garter, tugging it all the way to the top of her thigh.

"Ooh yeah!" she groaned as each guy took his turn snapping her garter as he stuffed it with bills. Each guy took his time to let his fingers glide across her wet cavity as he reached between Pinkie's legs.

"Whew, all right!!" she cat-called as the men reached between her legs.

At the conclusion of her songs, she strutted about the stage in her new fuck-me heels, picking up tips. Pinkie made a point of reaching down between her legs to give every guy a good clean view of her shaved pussy, asshole and huge, hanging hooters, always winking and smiling real pretty.

After almost twenty minutes, Cindy appeared in the lounge topless wearing only her high heels tiny red G-string. Larry quickly approached her and asked her..."How about table dance for old times' sake?"

"Larry, what are you doing here?" Cindy asked, obviously surprised.

"I've come to see the new you. You looked hot out there on the stage! I really mean it Cindy, you were sizzling!!!!"

"You mean you're not mad or jealous or anything?" she questioned as she looked down at the bold tattoo on her breast and back up into Larry's loving eyes - feeling a rush from her brazen nudity in the midst of all these men with Larry around.

"No, I'm not mad. In fact, I've got a hard-on eight inches long that's aching to jump out of these Levis." he confessed.

"Well let's get a table and I'll make you feel much better," she smiled as she took his hand and tugged him over to a private booth.

Cindy wasted no time in pulling Larry's stiff cock out of his pants and began sucking him hard and fast. She was hot and loose. Larry's hands were all over her heavy boobs and buns as Cindy caressed his balls and jerked his cock. He freely slid his hand between her legs, driving a finger up her smooth wet hot slot until Cindy was panting from excitement.

Straddling over him, Larry reached up and caressed her beautiful orbs. The skin was so soft and loose on the surface of her breasts, yet firm and full inside. They were big as footballs and seemed even bigger than when they were dating. Larry used two hands on one tit, squeezing, pinching the flesh and pulling on her nipple until she had him sucking her tit like a baby.

"Oh god, I love having my tits sucked and played with. I cannot ever get enough boob play. Squeeze 'em harder!"

"Fuck me right here!!" Cindy urged as she stood over him pushing her big, bobbing breasts into his face. She pulled her G-string aside and sat down on his huge boner driving the thick dick deep into her hot, wet cunt. As she drove the thick cock deep into her cunny she deliberately pushed her huge tits into Larry's face while he sucked hard on her nipples.

"Have you ever done this before in here?" Larry asked as he fucked harder, deeper and faster.

"Couple of times" Cindy giggled as Larry cut loose and blew his entire wad pumping jizz up into her vagina until the cum began to flow down his balls and onto his pants.

"I normally charge $100 for a lap trick, but for you, it's my treat," she smiled lovingly into his eyes.

"Do you think there's any chance we'll ever get back together?" Larry asked with a doubtful tone in his voice.

"Well sweetie, I've changed a lot in the past couple weeks and I love my new sexual freedom and adventures. I guess if you changed your style to a biker and I could enjoy my kinky fun and games, we could party together again, only, I won't make any promises about our future right now. Let's just enjoy the moment." she responded.

For the next two hours, Larry watched the incredible Pinkie lap dance one guy after another and shake her tits on stage. He knew he loved her, yet he wasn't jealous. In fact, it turned him on to see her acting lewd in front of the rowdy crowd. He just wanted her back again and he'd doing anything to get her.

"Face job" she laughed as she shook her big tits into the faces of each patron, slapping them with her heavy hooters and pushing her nipples into their hungry mouths.

At closing time, Pinkie disappeared behind the stage. After the place empted out, Larry found her outside in the parking lot smoking dope with some bikers. To Larry's shock, she wore only a pair of black leather pants slit and laced up the sides and her red "fuck-me" heels.

On top she was totally bare-ass topless except for some black electrical tape covering each big pink nipple. She wore a black leather spiked choker with large rings and large hoop earrings. She teased as the bikers pawed her big soft melons while she sucked the little hash pipe - coughing and giggling.

"Go ahead and squeeze 'em," she encouraged. "Crowbar doesn't care, do you Crowbar?" she winked to him as she pushed her big boobs into the biker's greedy hands. "He doesn't care if you suck 'em or fuck me in the ass," she bragged, looking to Crowbar for his approval of her suggestive language.

"I dig your tattoo," said one biker as he squeezed her boob as if weighing a large fruit. "You're one hot bitch…and a pretty one too!!"

"Oh yeah, I get off on kinky tattoos," Pinkie groaned. "Jake did it a couple of weeks ago. I getting' more soon" she confirmed, with fire in her eyes.

Larry's heart pounded as he watched Crowbar kick start his Harley and Cindy climb on the back - still topless. As they rode up to where Larry was standing, Cindy beamed at him and said "Hey Larry, get some tats and a scooter and we'll make you an outlaw too!!" she smirked.

With a cough and sputter the big Harley pulled out onto Ventura Boulevard. Suddenly it lurched forward and Larry watched his sexpot Cindy and Crowbar ride off into the late night traffic.

Crowbar got off exposing "Pinkie" in public places. They stopped in several all night gas stations and liquor stores just so Cindy could parade around topless in front of the employees and customers showing off her magnificent big titties with only the black tape covering her nipples.

"As long as your nipples are covered, it's legal!!" Crowbar insisted.

"Bullshit!!" Cindy knew this was bullshit, but she didn't really care. It was a kinky turn-on to parade around with her boobs a-bouncin' freely in public places and she loved the reaction she got from strangers.

It was amazing. She was already accustomed to being topless at the club. Going topless everywhere was not that big of a deal... unless she got busted. All she had to do was cross her arms over her chest and she was covered. It was really quit easy to get away with.

Crowbar insisted they cruise into an IN-N-OUT Burger so Cindy could sit among a bunch of strangers and let 'em gawk at her beautiful bare boobs and sexy body. Pinkie paraded about the parking lot, showing off her big, bouncing boobies. In about two minutes, there were twenty guys hovered around them, checking out Pinkie's big titties and tattoos as she sat at one of the tables up in the back.

"Isn't that indecent exposure showing your boobs like that?" asked one other guy. "That's really hot baby. You're hot shit man!!"

"No. Not as long as I cover my nipples," she smiled as she looked down at her heavy breasts bobbin' freely on her rib cage. "Why, do you think I'm indecent?" she laughed as she pushed out her chest. "If you do, stop staring at me!" she grinned.

"Take a look at these tits," cried out another. "Bring over your bike; let's shine some lights on these."

"Give me another hit off that hash pipe," Pinkie demanded. "Crowbar, I want to get really fucked up!" Pinkie sucked the pipe five or six times, each time coughing after a giant toke.

With her blond hair piled high on her head, Pinkie sat on top of the small table and look into the bright headlight of the motorcycle that provided illumination for her show. She was determined to put on a show like these boys had never seen. Without prompting she arched back her shoulders, pushing out her chest

"Shake your tits!" one shouted. "Shake 'em hard!" shouted another. . As more people began gathering 'round, Pinkie began rolling her shoulders sending her boobs a-swingin' from side to side. She loved the sensation of swinging her boobs. So free to be exposing them so devilish to be showing them. It felt so naughty to be abusing them.

"I can shake hard," she growled. "You wanna see 'em slap?" she challenged as she contorted her torso and threw herself into a boob tossing frenzy that sent her bosom slapping and whipping back and forth.

"Wanna see me bounce 'em? Fuck 'em!" she laughed. "I wanna shake 'em loose and sloppy!" she chimed. "Yeah, fuck my big titties," she growled as she jerked her shoulders and watched her own boobs boomerang wildly back and forth.

"Go ahead, pinch 'em," she gasped, as one guy reached out to grad her tit. "Fuck my tits, go ahead and treat 'em rough. Go on, do it!" she cackled.

After almost two hours of flashing her fabulous mammaries in public, they were pulled over and Pinkie was ticketed for indecent exposure. Pinkie didn't really care. And apparently it didn't bother the police either - since they spent almost an hour writing up the ticket - and never did give her anything to cover up with.

End of chapter 5 (to be continued)