(exhib, cons, M+f, inc, hetero)
by Art Martin
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyrighted 2003, 2004 with all rights expressly reserved by its author unless explicitly granted.
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The young lithe red headed girl was pole dancing as Ned Wilson escorted his four guests into the Coronado Club. Rejecting the seats close to the stage, he sought out two secluded booths that offered a measure of privacy and yet maintained a fairly unobstructed view of the stage area.
John Porter, the portly, pot bellied head of the Porter Group, a real estate development syndicate and Ned�s best client, stopped to ogle the young girl, loudly and crudely remarking, �I�d sure like t�fuck that one!�
�Yeah, that�s a fine little twat,� replied Thomas Smith as the girl onstage gyrated in the nude to the beat of the music. Smith, a middle aged balding man, was Porter�s lawyer.
Porter and Smith along with Ken Jackson, the accountant, sat in the far booth while Ned and a young turk, identified previously by Porter as only Larry, sat in an adjacent booth. Three was just right for a booth party, as four men would definitely be too many after you added in a few girls for entertainment. Ned reflected that two was even better, especially when Porter and the frigging lawyer were in the other booth.
It wasn�t that Ned disliked Porter, his money was good, but Porter was overbearing at times to put it mildly. As for the lawyer, he was a total pain in the ass. Ned had done these types of deals many, many times and no one ever objected to his contract language the way Smith did. Even when the document paralleled, word for word, what Smith had deemed acceptable for a previous deal, he still nit picked and demanded changes that had no substance. Ned knew he was just posturing, trying to make himself look important to his boss. The accountant, well, he was a pleasant enough fellow, in fact Ned found him easy going and personable. As for Larry, Ned wasn�t sure why he was tagging along, as he didn�t seem to add anything of substance to their discussions or to the structure of the deal.
But for Ned, none of that really mattered. What was important was that the financing was in place and they had closed the deal, so tonight was a celebration. Ned was ready to party, as well as grease the wheels for the next deal. So far, he had closed six such deals with Porter and afterward Ned always treated Porter and his staff to an evening at the Coronado Club to celebrate the closing of a deal. It was always an expensive celebration, well over a grand the last time, but the expense was well worth it.
Porter loved Ned�s celebrations at the Coronado, and Ned knew it. Ned knew that the obese tub of lard loved the young girls offering their nubile bodies for him to fondle during a lap dance. The money spent tonight was peanuts compared to profits to be made on the next deal.
Ned figured that back home, even with all his money, Porter was just too grotesque to attract anything approaching the quality of the meat available at the Coronado. Apparently they didn�t have any thing quite like the Coronado Club where Porter came from, and the blubberous man was always eager to return whenever he was in Rockford.
For two long days, the lawyer had blustered and quibbled until finally Porter told him to shut up and get the deal done, as he was ready for some pussy. Normally Porter was only interested in business, but the allure of young flesh was so great that he was anxious to get just to get it done. He wouldn�t admit it, not even to himself, but pussy, quality pussy, was a great motivator in getting the deal done.
A tall waitress, brunette dressed in a blue string bikini, black fish net stockings and blue high heels, approached Ned and Larry at their table. �Good evening, gentlemen,� she beamed. �I�m Tracy, and I�m your waitress this evening. May I take your order?�
Ned checked her out. �Not bad, not bad at all,� he thought. He idly wondered how long before she graduated from waitress to dancer and whether or not the choice was hers or the management. Certainly she could make more money giving lap dances, but then again maybe she was too shy for that job.
�Tracy, tell you what. See those three guys in the next booth? They are my guests. Give them whatever they want and put it on my tab.� Ned gestured to Larry, �This young man too. Whatever they want. Okay? Now for me, I�ll have a Corona.
�How about you, Larry?�
�A Corona will be fine,� replied Larry.
�Here, Tracy, just put it all on my American Express.�
Tracy accepted the credit card from Ned. �You know, there�s an extra five dollar charge for each dance if you put the dances on your credit card,� informed Tracy sincerely, making sure that there would be no misunderstanding as to the charges when the tab was cleared.
�I know, darling. Just makes it easier for everybody, otherwise I�d be playing banker all damned night, and besides, I don�t carry that kind of cash around.�
�Okay, I just had to make sure you understood about the extra charge.� Tracy smiled and turned, heading back towards the bar.
�Hey, Tracy!� called out Ned.
Tracy turned and looked back at him. Ned pointed to booth where Porter et al were waiting. Her eyes widened as she realized she just messed up. �Oh!� Then she scurried to take Ned�s guests� drink orders.
�She�s brand new,� chuckled Ned to himself, �fresh out of high school.�
As usual for a Wednesday night, things were relatively slow at the Coronado, and it didn�t take long for word to spread through the joint that the party in back was running an open tab. As soon as Tracy delivered the drinks, a gaggle of eager girls descended upon them, offering company and a dance. Soon the skirts and dresses were off and the guys all had a handful of bare tit and bare buttocks to stroke and grope as song after song played. To keep things interesting, Ned made sure a variety of girls rotated into and out of Porter�s booth. Other than that, Ned ignored the other booth and concentrated on the youthful body of the girl who was with him at the moment.
As he chatted with the girls and sipped his beer, Ned made a mental assessment of the available stock. Some were tall, some short. Some had enormous boobs, while others were small breasted. Some had long hair, some had short. All had firm buttocks. Most were white, but a few were Hispanic and fewer still were black. For the most part they were all very young, and Ned reflected that they were all not much older than his own daughter, Sydney, who had just turned eighteen two months ago, three weeks before Christmas.
He wondered how many of the fathers of these girls knew what they were doing, and he wondered if they did know, what did those fathers think of what their little girls were doing to make a buck?
He knew that most of the girls, though not all, were available for after hours entertainment and he wanted the find the best girl he could for a late night party back at Porter�s hotel. Of course, the best body and best face gained the most points, but all the groping, nuzzling, and sampling had a dual purpose. First was to assess who was the most willing, after all some girls were reluctant to have you grab a tit or rub their crotch while they �danced�, but a girl who didn�t mind where you put your hands or where you kissed her was definitely a good candidate for a late night party. Some girls who did allow themselves to be fondled, seemed to enjoy it more than others, and they gained points.
Ned had had dances with over a half a dozen different girls when an absolute cutie approached him. She was of medium height, nice boobs, and shoulder-length curly blonde hair with a smile that beckoned.
�You mind if I sit down?� she asked in a lilting voice and with a sparkle in her blue eyes.
�Not at all, Sweetheart.�
�I�m Josie.�
�Ned.�
�Hi, Ned!�
Ned was immediately smitten as Josie was a vivacious girl, radiating a first class personality. She chatted effortlessly and intelligently about a wide range of subjects that left no doubt that she was no bimbo. Compared to the other girls here tonight, she was in a class by herself. Ned could easily have spent the rest of the evening just talking and laughing with this exquisite creature when she jarred him back to reality.
�Would you like a dance?� she asked innocently.
�Oh, I�m sorry, Josie. Here I�ve been infatuated with you and I�m squandering your time. Of course I�d like a dance.�
With that Josie pulled the thin blue dress she wore over her head. Under the dress, she was naturally braless, wearing only the tiniest thong that barely covered her pussy mound. Ned feasted his eyes on her beauty and as the music started she climbed into his lap, gyrating on his stiffening cock, rubbing her well portioned tits into his face, letting him fleetingly lick at her pert nipples while he mauled and rubbed the bare skin of her ass.
Normally when the music stopped and the dance was over, the girls would slip back on their dresses or tops, but Josie, stayed sitting in Ned�s lap flirting with him, nude but for the G-string she still wore. She didn�t ask if he wanted another dance, she just began gyrating again when the music began.
For nearly an hour, she stayed in his lap, allowing him to suckle her breasts, allowing his hands and fingers to explore beneath the minimalist G-string to slide into her sopping slit, toy with her clit, and toy with her anus. She had his shirt open and rubbed her bare tits into his bare hairy chest. She had his belt unbuckled, his pants unzipped and his cock out, rubbing the pre-cum over his broad glans as it seeped out.
�God damn, Josie,� he whispered hoarsely, �are you going to fuck me right here?�
�Love to, Ned, but it�s my turn. I gotta go on stage. You wait for me?�
�Oh shit yeah, Babydoll. Hurry back.� With that she slipped off his lap, slipped on her dress and headed for the stage.
�Jesus fucking Christ!� he exclaimed to no one in particular, especially Larry who had his hands full with two Latino�s. He hurriedly put his cock back in his pants and buttoned up his shirt. Even here in the Coronado, you could get arrested for going too far.
The Coronado Club was in a small, incorporated enclave named Sparkstown, after it�s founder Jeremiah Sparks. Jeremiah Sparks was an astute farmer, businessman, and politician. At the end of prohibition, he owned a farm, about forty acres, that was on the main highway about ten miles out of Rockford. Through his political connections, he managed to have his farm, about forty acres, incorporated as the city of Sparkstown. He and his family, elected him Mayor, hired his brother as the Chief of Police and passed ordinances allowing for the package sale of beer, wine and hard liquor. Then his wife opened up a liquor store on the highway.
As Rockford remained steadfastly dry, Sparkstown flourished, and as Rockford grew, Sparkstown was engulfed by urban sprawl. What went on inside the Sparkstown clubs like the Coronado was out of the jurisdiction of the Rockford PD, and rarely did a Sparkstown police officer enter the premises except to arrest some belligerent drunk. Still, there were limits.
There was an official rule at the Coronado that prohibited touching the girls. Of course the rule wasn�t enforced, but the touching of genitalia could get you thrown out and earn you a hefty fine for publicly immoral behavior.
Ned watched Josie take the stage. She was definitely a hot number and he decided to invite her to party with him and his guests. He had no doubt that she was the best girl in the joint and she certainly seemed willing. He correctly concluded that the worst that could possibly happen was that she�d tell him �no�, and that seemed a remote possibility. Of course her willingness to go home with him didn�t necessarily translate in her agreeing to take on five guys, but what the hell! What would she charge? Two hundred? Three hundred? Ned checked his wallet, he had three c-notes and six twenties for $420.00. �That should be enough,� he calculated. �Last time a whore from here cost two-fifty for the four of us.�
Then he realized that she might be the answer to his other dilemma. �Maybe she�ll like to go to Cancun next week and have her brains fucked out,� he mused to himself. �I�ll bet she�ll jump at the offer.�
Towards the end of Josie�s set, while Ned bided his time, thinking of laying naked in the sand with Josie by his side, Ned caught a glimpse of the red headed girl who was dancing on stage when they arrived hours ago. She had just left Porter�s booth and walked by on her way to do her set on stage. She definitely caught his attention. First, except for her high-heeled shoes, she was totally nude, not even a G-string. That was surprising to Ned. Naked women in this place were a common sight, but the girls almost always dressed when not dancing. Secondly, she was gorgeous.
He really didn�t get a good look at her, but from the fleeting glimpse she reminded him of his own daughter, Sydney. They had their differences though, Sydney had long blonde hair and this girl had much shorter red hair, but the facial features and body size and portion were so similar that she could pass for Sydney�s sister, if she had one, which she didn�t.
Fascinated, he watched as she strutted like a Victoria�s Secret model on the runway, her tight buttocks flexing sexily. �Damn,� he muttered with a smirk, �does your daddy know where you are tonight, little girl?�
�Hey, Ned!�
Ned turned to see Thomas Smith, the lawyer, slide into the booth with him.
�Listen, we all decided that we want that little red headed whore tonight. She agreed to two hundred, plus a hundred for each additional guy.�
Ned nearly choked. �Six hundred bucks! Are you fucking nuts?�
�I know, I know, but Porter wants her. He wants to fuck her and watch all of us fucking her. Bastard pulled out a hundred dollar bill, had her sit up on the table so he could lick her pussy! Damn, we all could have been arrested! I know it�s too damned much for a fuck, but hell, she�s worth it. Just turned eighteen. Can�t be too worn out, not yet.
�Look, as soon as she finishes up there, we�re heading to the hotel.�
�Fucking hell, Tom! I�ve only four-twenty on me. Shit! Look, I�ll have to swing by an ATM and withdraw some cash. Can you spot me the one eighty until I get to the hotel?�
�Sure, no problem. You want me to just to split it with you?�
�No, no, no. She�s on me. You guys bring any rubbers?�
�Uh, no. I guess we weren�t planning on finishing up today.�
Ned dug into his pants pocket and pulled out two foil packets. �Here, use these for starters. I�ll pick up a box of rubbers at a store along with some beer. What room will you be in?�
�Hey, Larry! What�s your room number?�
Larry lifted his head from the bosom of the girl sitting in his lap answering, �Eight-twenty-six.�
�Eight-twenty-six,� repeated Ned.
�Okay,� Ned added, �but tell that bitch that for six hundred, we�re going to fuck her until sunrise and then fuck her some more!�
Ned opened his wallet and handed Thomas the cash that he had on hand. �She�ll want to be paid up front, but not a cent until she�s buck naked in the room�oh, and here.� Ned pulled from his coat pocket a physician�s sample pack of Viagra containing six little blue pills. �Everybody take one of these when you get to the room. Might make you feel a little weird at first, but you�ll be able to get it up all night long as many times as you want. You won�t believe what a great hard on this stuff gives you.� Ned punched one the pills from the packet. �One for me, five for you�save the extra one for another day. Don�t double dose, no need to have a stroke!�
�Gotcha! We�ll see you in little while.� Thomas slid out of the Ned�s booth and returned to his own with Porter and the accountant.
Ned looked back at the stage. The red head had joined Josie and the two girls were feeling each other up to the delight of the crowd. Wads of paper money were being thrown on stage as encouragement. When the music ended, Josie scooped up her clothes and the cash on the stage before disappearing back stage. The music started again and the red head continued her entertainment, kneeling near the edge of the stage, spreading her legs open and giving the lucky guys seated near the stage a close up look into her pussy as she spread her lips open. A murmur went up from the appreciative crowd as she ran her fingers up her slit and then licked the juices from her hand.
Ned looked on in amazement. He�d never seen such an openly lewd show here before. He was certain that it was illegal, not that anyone was going to enforce the law. Ned grinned with the knowledge that soon, very soon, she was going take five dicks up that snatch, and that would be for starters. Josie came strolling back to his table, breaking his reverie.
�Did you like my dance?� she cooed.
�Oh yeah, you bet I did. Say, are you going to be here tomorrow night?�
Josie smiled seductively, �Only if I don�t have something better to do.�
Ned cursed under his breath. He was sorely tempted to blow off the party with the red head and simply take this charming creature home and keep her for a week or two, but he knew that it would be impolitic not to show for the gangbang. Now he had to put Josie off and hope that she would still be receptive tomorrow.
�Listen, I�d take you home with me tonight, but I�m with some guys, business guys who want me to join them back at their hotel with your friend.�
�Oh? Which friend?�
Ned pointed to the girl on stage who was now mooning the audience, spreading her ass open and leaving nothing to the imagination.
�Really?�
�I really don�t want to go, but��
�Nonsense, you want to go! I�m just surprised.�
�At me?�
�No, of course not. I�m just surprised, that�s all.
�Look, we have only forty minutes or so before closing. I need to see if I can find me a nice guy to hang out with.�
�Hang with me until I have to leave.�
�You want a dance?�
�Sure.�
Josie pulled her dress over her head and gave Ned a final dance, but every time his hands went to her tits, she brushed him off. He got the message, and with regret, watched as she finished her dance, put on her dress. �Aw, fuck,� he muttered in disgust as she took up with some guys near the stage.
Tracy brought him his final bill. Ned looked over the thirteen hundred dollar tab, making a cursory check that everything was in order, not that he had any idea how many dances or how many beers or how many glasses of wine were bought for the girls, but as a businessman, he felt compelled to look for any obvious errors. He signed off on the tab giving Tracy a hefty tip. Tracy squealed in delight as she realized he had given her a $200 tip for the night. She bent forward to give him a lurid kiss, and as she did so, Porter and his entourage left with the red head dressed and in tow.
�Thanks, Mr. Wilson! You�ve been a doll! Are you coming back soon?�
�Hell, I can�t afford it,� he laughed, �but maybe I will soon.�
�When you do, please ask for me.�
�Will you be here tomorrow?�
�Yeah!�
�Maybe I�ll come in late. I need to talk to Josie. I think she�s pissed off at me.�
�Josie? Naw, I don�t think so.�
�Well, thank you, Tracy, and tell Josie I said thank you too.�
�Sure, Mr. Wilson.�
�It�s Ned.�
�Okay, Ned. Thanks and goodnight.�
Ned slowly rose, placing his empty wallet back into his pants pocket. Walking out, he took one last longing look at Josie, who was now rubbing her tits into the face of a black man. �Damn,� he muttered and then stepped out into the cold, wet, dreary night.
It had been a particularly cold and damp winter with the first freeze coming a week before Thanksgiving. Pulling his collar up, Ned grumbled and trudged through the sloppy mix to his car in the parking lot. There promised to be another six weeks of this crappy weather if Punxsutawney Phil was to be believed and Ned had had enough cold weather for one year.
Fumbling with his keys, Ned managed to drop them in a pile of slush.
�Aw fuck!� he cursed sticking his hand into the semi-frozen sludge to dig around for his errant keys. �A week in Cancun is definitely in order,� he said out loud to the parked cars, but he had no one to take, and the swingers resort was strictly for couples only. �She would have been perfect,� muttered Ned to himself.
He found the store and purchased two twelve packs of beer, two tubes of KY Jelly and two boxes of condoms, a dozen each box, but the ATM was out of order forcing him to search out another ATM.
After the delay and with sufficient cash in hand, Ned arrived at the hotel, searching out the room. Ken Jackson, the accountant answered the door, already stripped down to his shorts, his pecker tenting out the thin material of his boxers.
As soon as Ned entered the room, he was greeted with the lurid sight of the hairy backside of a naked John Porter, standing between the outstretched legs of the whore; his flabby buttocks, legs, and back quaking like pasty Jello as he grunted and thrust into the girl. Larry was dutifully manning a video camera, capturing the moment for posterity, no doubt destined to be stroke material for Porter when he returned home. Thomas, the lawyer, stood next to the bed, pecker at the ready, waiting for his boss to finish.
Porter grunted even louder, jerked a little and pulled out of the girl. Reaching down, he pulled the cum laden condom from his prick and tossed it carelessly on the floor. Then the fat man crawled up the torso of the slim girl, straddling her tits so that she could suck and clean off his dick. Thomas rolled a rubber onto his shaft and stepped up between her legs, pushing them forward at the thighs and starting screwing her.
�Guess, I�m next,� said Ken with a sly grin as he dropped his boxers. He opened a box of condoms and stood ready to take Thomas� place once the lawyer was finished.
Porter moved off the girl, throwing his weight to one side and rolling off the bed. Seeing Ned he exclaimed, �Hey, old buddy! Get in line! This little whore is a fine fuck!�
Turning to Larry the chubby man instructed, �Be sure and get some close-ups of her pussy while she�s being fucked.�
Ned found it hard to believe, but John naked was even more grotesque from the front than the back. He was glistening with sweat from his labors. The flab on his torso made him appear to have boobs, droopy boobs with hair. His potbelly hung so low, it nearly hid his cock entirely, which flaccid, looked very diminutive next to the copious rolls of lard. His fleshy lips seemed to protrude from his chubby cheeks and his eyes appeared to be sunken into small caves; his forehead dripped perspiration.
Porter crawled back onto the bed to slobber over the girl�s tits, his bulk obscuring her face from Ned�s sight, while Thomas fucked the girl with a savage vengeance. Thomas shot his wad and yielded the whore�s pussy to Ken.
Thomas threw the used condom to the side and crawled up her body, mimicking Porter�s previous move. Porter moved away, instructing Larry to get of close up of Thomas� still dripping cock as he put it to her lips.
Ken, the accountant, was more considerate, kneeling between her legs to eat her out for a few minutes before rising and running his cock up her snatch. He took his time, slowly fucking the girl, fucking her with varied strokes, pulling out completely, then reentering, time and time again. Her legs, which Ken had draped over his shoulders, began to twitch and then shake as he brought her to orgasm. Ken buried his cock into her as deep as possible and began to moan loudly, his buttocks rhythmically flexing as he pumped his seed into the reservoir tip of the condom.
Larry handed Thomas the video camera and prepared for his first fuck of the evening. Ned was impressed with Larry�s physique. Unlike the three middle-aged men he accompanied, he was young, fresh out of college. Lean and muscular, he packed a cock and bag of gonads that any man would be proud of, but as for technique, he was a brusque as Porter or Thomas, savagely ramming his thick dick into her.
The girl cried out, �AHHH! AHHH! AHHH!� as he slammed into her, forcefully and abruptly stretching out her pussy to take his wide girth. Porter and Thomas laughed heartily at her cries and Porter, sporting a new hard on, straddled her again, forcing his cock into her mouth, silencing her cries.
The kid didn�t last but a few minutes before he came with guttural cry. Then it was Ned�s turn.
Ned put down his beer, securely put on his Velcro cock strap around the base of his cock and balls, and jacked his cock hard. He didn�t think he�d really need it, not for the first round, but he liked to impress people with his staying power. Rolling on a condom, he stepped forward, looking at her distended inner pussy lips, red and swollen, slowly erupting from her vulva like thick molten lava. He lifted her legs, placing them over his shoulders as Ken had done. He couldn�t see her face, only the quivering, flabby backside of Porter as he fucked her mouth.
Ned raked his cock up and down her slit. Through the thin latex of the condom, she felt burning hot to the sensitive head of his cock. With deliberation, he mashed her clit with his glans, rubbing it back and forth. Porter grunted and pulled back abruptly, pulling his erupting penis from her mouth and shooting his cum across her face.
�Yeah, you like that, don�t you slut?� Porter growled. Ned was still teasing her clit, watching for her stomach muscles to begin contracting. Having brought her to orgasm, he placed his cock at the entrance to her cock socket. Porter rolled away with a grunt.
For the first time Ned had a good look at her face. She was grimacing to the mini orgasm that was sweeping over her. Her twisted face, covered with Porter�s spunk, took on a look of surprise. Ned thrust into her, sinking his cock as deeply as possible into her.
She squeaked, �Daddy?�
Ned froze.
�Fuck her, Daddy!� quipped Thomas with a laugh. �Fuck the hell out of her!�
�Oh fuck!� muttered Ned so that only she could hear.
�Daddy?�
�Shut up,� he whispered in a hiss, his panicked mind racing to discover what to do. How could this be? He was balls deep in his baby girl and her cunt was squeezing around his cock! 'God forgive me!' he thought, 'I'm fucking Sydney!'
Even worse, he had bought her for a night-long gang-fuck and he was the caboose! He could, he should pull out, and then haul her ass out of there. But what would Porter think? No way could he allow Porter and his men to suspect, let alone know the truth. No way could they know that the girl he bought for them for their wee hours' entertainment was his very own flesh and blood, his own darling Sydney.
�Hell, fuck her, Ned,� grunted Porter.
Images of her on stage, in Porter�s booth, and here now, flooded his brain. What is she doing here? He had seen her briefly during Christmas break, and she was now supposed to be hundreds of miles away, at college at Madisonville! He had paid her tuition and board! So many questions and no time for any answers.
�My god,� he whispered as his stomach churned. The awful truth he realized, was that there was no way out, not without causing considerable damage to himself and to his business.
As for Sydney, he reasoned, she was here willingly, selling herself to the gathered crowd. Never mind that she was his daughter, she was out selling her ass. She had sold herself and he had unwittingly bought her for the night, bought her for the pleasure of his business associates. Trapped, Ned realized he had no other choice, no other choice but to fuck her. No other choice but to allow Porter and his men to use her. Use her and fuck her again and again until they were all exhausted and thoroughly spent and satiated. No choice but to treat her like just any another whore.
His hips pulled back as he withdrew from her. Ned paused, hissing, �You fucking little slut!� Closing his eyes, he knowingly plunged deeply into his daughter's cunt, fucking her long and hard, fucking her savagely to delight of his mirthful client and his minions.
THE END
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