Chapter 8
Veronica took the turn which would lead her into the Mission District of San Francisco. With the exception of the black area along Filmore Street, this Spanish Harlem, which radiated out from Mission Street, was probably the roughest area of the city. The city, either out of fear or indifference, neglected the area and the huge palms which lined the main thoroughfare and which were intended to remind Latins of their homes clattered dead and dry in the dusty wind. And right in the middle of this run-down slum was Tony's Club.
By night it was just another honky-tonk club where both eyes and switchblades flashed in the murky light, but by day Tony's dub was a haven for sexually frustrated women who were too prominent socially to openly indulge their passions. For a monthly membership fee of $200, a lady could have all the secrecy and the sex thrills she needed. Tony was clever, and he was very smooth. Veronica suspected that the day would come when the ladies on Tony's secret membership list would be blackmailed for their pleasure. The slimy creep. He ought to be locked away. Or sent back to the Philippines. That would probably be even worse.
Tony had arranged a very slick operation to guarantee secrecy. Members would drive their own cars to areas outside the Mission District where they would be picked up by one of Tony's cars. The carefully trained drivers would always look away as the horny lady slipped into the back seat, which was curtained off, Thus hidden from view, the lady would be driven into the underground parking lot beneath the club, and she would then be escorted up into the club in a darkened elevator. Veronica had, of course, always been in the habit of riding up front with the driver. K he was young and attractive, and Tony usually saw to it that all his men were young and attractive, she would give the driver the opportunity to pick up a few extra dollars. Getting fucked by the chauffeur always gave her a thrill and it always ensured that she arrived at Tony's Club all primed up and ready to go.
The driver who waited for her now was a young, muscular Mexican stud, approximately twenty years old. He seemed startled when she opened the door and moved onto the seat beside him, his large black eyes searching her face with confusion.
"Oh, it's all right," she said with a pert smile. "It's too stuffy back there. IT! ride up front." Her eyes moved from his dark face along his body in the tight-fitting uniform. He was obviously aware of what went on at Tony's dub, because when she looked at his face again, he was grinning and was flushed, apparently pleased to be about to make the transition from driver to hustler Song before his apprenticeship was ended. He smoothed Ms slicked hair with his hand and said, "To the club?"
Veronica shook her head slowly back and forth. She took her underlip between her teeth and softly bit into it. She lowered her eyes towards his crotch again and said, "Someplace where we can pull off the road."
He licked his lips and gulped nervously. He was young and inexperienced at this sort of thing, although she suspected he was adequately skilled at fucking. She knew she could have ban free as a kind of extra bonus but he was probably struggling to support a brood of kids on a paltry salary paid by Tony. Besides, Veronica had no objection to paying for something if it was worth it. She laughed and said, "You're supposed to ask me if I'll make it worth your while."
"Oh? Oh!" He seemed both relieved that she had posed the question for Mm and startled by the directness with which she had done so. "Will you?" he asked, his eyes wide.
"Yes," she replied softly. "Of course."
His sultry face broke into an open, happy smile. "Okay, lady," he said then, with his face suddenly serious again, he added, "And I'll make it worth your while."
Veronica reached over and put her hand over the growing bulge in the crotch of his tight uniform.
"Yes," she sighed with anticipation. "Yes. I'm sure you will."
He started the car and moved out into the traffic ... "Yon like Mexican cock?" he asked, his voice strained and tremulous.
"I like cock," she replied. Her own chest began to heave as she leaned back and looked at his tight, muscular body.
"Great," he said. "I like pussy."
Veronica would have preferred not to talk, but to drive silently to a place where he would drive his tool in and out of her insatiable pussy. But he obviously was a young man who needed to talk trash to stimulate himself and to add to his pleasure. Once again recognizing the needs to respond to a man's desires in order to get the maximum pleasure, Veronica picked up Ms mood.
"I like cock up my pussy, in my mouth and even up my ass," she said.
"Baby, I'm going to give you cock like you won't forget," he said gruffly. His dark face was reddened now with anticipation and the lump in his pants was straining to be free and have release.
Veronica smiled to herself, satisfied to know that by playing up to his wishes she had fanned his desire and that, thus enflamed, he would give her a good fuck. She raised her skirt and ran the index finger of her right hand around the lips of her cunt.
"It's getting ready for you," she said quickly. "My hot little pussy's waiting for your prick."
He gulped again and stepped on the gas. The car moved out of the Mission District and headed towards Potrero Hill. He parked the car" along the curb and looked at her. He put his hands between his legs and he was panting. "Let's get in the back and fuck that snatch of yours."
As Veronica got out of the car she looked up and saw a young man standing on a balcony looking down at their car. Since his gaze seemed to be directed at the Mexican driver rather than at herself, she decided he was a fairy who had been aroused by the sight of the Mexican rubbing his crotch. She smiled to herself as she stepped into the car. The fairy, realizing what was about to happen in the back seat of the limo, nearly fell off the balcony. Smiling up at the desperate young man, Veronica pulled the door shut and turned towards the Mexican, who had already entered the rear of the car through the other door and was fumbling with his belt.
"Let me," she whispered. "Let me pull your cock out"
He sat down on the seat and leaned back with his legs spread, his hands resting on either thigh. "It's all yours, babe."
Veronica scrambled onto her knees between his legs. While waiting for her to arrive, he had probably dozed off in the sun, and a faint odor of masculine sweat rose up from the area of his crotch. She leaned forward and buried her face into it, feeling the pressure of his prick through the material. Then she rocked back on her haunches and slowly unbuckled the belt and undid the top button of his pants. First she pulled his shirt free of the pants and pushed it up towards his chest. His muscles were solid and she shivered with delight, imagining the powerful thrust of which he must be capable. His exposed navel, surrounded by a circle of black hair, quivered slightly. She lowered her head and thrust her tongue into the small cavity while her hands ran roughly over his crotch. Still licking at his navel, she moved her hand towards his zipper and lowered it slowly. He wore no underwear, and she felt his stiffened tool force itself up and press against her throat. Pushing the fly of his pants apart, Veronica slowly slid her tongue from his navel toward the prick she felt pushing more and more firmly against the outside of her throat. She shivered to know that soon it would be pushing with equal determination against the inside of her throat.
The Mexican sighed and quickly pushed his pants free of his ass. Veronica continued moving her tongue until it reached the base of his prick, which had stiffened and stretched in a straight line along the route just followed by her tongue. She looked up at it. Reaching to his navel, the fleshy cock moved slowly up and down. She ran her tongue along the underside of the cock, moving from the base towards the pulsating head slowly and teasingly. The cock struggled to stand erect; to thrust itself past the teasing tongue and deep into her mouth.
"French me," he said.
Veronica put her hand around the base of the shaft and forced it into an upright position. Then she ran her tongue around the fleshy head, teasing the slit until he moaned and tried to push her head down. But Veronica was determined to take it slowly. The smell which she had detected earlier was stronger now that his pants were down, and his cock had a slight salty taste which she relished. As she slowly slid her mouth down to envelop his entire length, Veronica felt her mouth expand and her jaws began to ache from the pressure. At about half way down his prick, she felt the blockage at the back of her mouth. Twisting her head with determination, she pushed forward until the cock slid by the obstruction and moved into her throat. She gasped and snorted, struggling to regain her breath, but she was too obsessed to take all of his cock to stop. Finally her lips brushed against his tightly curled black pubic hair.
He put his Bands onto the side of her head and lifted her head so she could look up at him. Beyond the wide muscular chest his darkly handsome face grinned down at her. Still holding onto the side of her head he began to rock his body, moving his prick as much as possible into her constricted throat.
"You look real good with your cock," he moaned softly. "Is it good? You like that Mexican cock?"
Veronica's breath gave out. Held tightly by his strong hands, she could only give him a pleading look. She began to gag and dug her fingernails into the cheeks of his ass with one hand-while with the other hand she grabbed onto his balls and began to pull at them.
He looked panic-stricken, perhaps suddenly remembering that she was in the position of employer. He released his grasp immediately and lifted her head off his prick. She fell across his lower abdomen, gasping and panting with relief.
"I'm real sorry, lady," he mumbled. "I didn't mean ... What I mean is ... well, shit you looked so damn good with my cock shoved down your throat to the fucking hilt that I...."
"Forget it," she said suddenly and sincerely. She lifted her head and smiled to prove she held no grudge against him.
"You ain't mad or anything?" he asked doubtfully.
"No," she said, suppressing a laugh, "I ain't mad but I am still horny."
For the second time he had cause to break into a happy grin. "You really like the old cock, don't you?" he said, suddenly breaking into a blush which surprised and amused her.
Veronica did not answer him. She leaned between his legs and, undoing his shoe laces, pulled the shoes off. Then she removed his socks and pulled the pants free of his legs. She tossed them carelessly aside and looked at him. "Take off your shirt, too," she whispered eagerly.
He pulled at the shirt which had already been pushed up along his upper chest. As he pulled the shirt free she gasped with pleasure. His chest and arms were even more solid and muscular than she had guessed. The dark skin was tight and rippled across arms and chest.
"like it?" he asked with a confident tone.
Veronica grunted and pulled off her dress. "Fuck me on the seat," she said gruffly, suddenly impatient to have Ms prick rammed into her body with all the tension and strength of his beautiful young body.
"Fuck me till I pass out," she commanded.
As Veronica leaned back across the seat, she half turned and lifted a corner of the curtains. The fairy, guessing their activity, had left his balcony and was nervously pacing up and down the sidewalk along the car. She chuckled softly and let the curtain fall back into place. She was tempted to ask him into the car to witness her success, to watch her getting planked by the stud he so obviously desired.
"What is it?" the Mexican asked. He was on his knees between her legs, ready to enter her aching tunnel and annoyed at the prospect of an interruption or a delay.
"Just some fairy knows what we're up to. Want him to come in and lick your balls while you fuck me?" She knew he would either ignore or flatly refuse the suggestion, but she was half-tempted to push the matter. His answer surprised her.
"Whatever you want," he said with a disinterested expression. "After all, you're paying."
She suddenly understood he had earned his keep by hustling homosexuals when Tony probably found him and earmarked him for hustling high-class dames.
"No," she said thoughtfully, mulling over the new knowledge. "I want you all to myself."
He grinned up at her and positioned the tip of his cock for entry. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist and felt a thrill as the heels of her feet pressed up against the tight cheeks of his ass. She pushed with her feet as he slid forward, his head thrown back and his eyes closed, sinking his entire length slowly into the hot recesses of her cunt. He lay on top of her for a minute without moving and she moved her hands along the back of his body where the muscles were tightly knotted with tension. His odor grew stronger, a heavy male odor compounded of sweat and sexual excitement. She understood why musk, the essential ingredient of costly perfumes, came from the balls of male animals.
"Slowly," she whispered breathlessly as he began to pump into her. "Let me feel every inch of it come and go."
He pulled back until the tip of Ms cock nearly slipped from her cunt. He was leaning over her on outstretched arms in a position to do push-ups into her tunnel. He had begun to sweat, and every muscle on his body glimmered softly and seductively in the sunlight filtered through the curtains. Then he lowered himself and rested on top of her, supporting the full force of his weight on his elbows, which squeezed tightly against the sides of her breasts. She shuddered as she felt his balls come to rest up against her ass.
He was gasping and panting in her ear as he arched Ms ass to nearly extract his prick. As she felt his cock withdrawing from her body, she worked the muscles of her cunt to squeeze it and restrain it.
"I need it, baby," she moaned.
The pace of his pumping increased, and he began licking at her neck and the side of her face, wheezing and panting as his passion grew by leaps and bounds. Veronica, driven wild by the movement of his tongue over the sensitive skin, tossed her head and put her hands onto the side of his head. She pulled his searching mouth away from her neck and brought it toward her own mouth. Their mouths met in a wet and passionate kiss, her mouth frantically working to receive the probing of his stiffened tongue.
With their mouths still locked together, she began to beat the heels of her feet against the straining cheeks of his ass. She pulled her mouth free and gasped in a trembling voice, "Faster! Fuck me faster! Fuck! Fuck me!"
He responded with a grunt, driving his hot shaft home with a much quickened pace. She felt the tightness of his stomach against her own flesh and wrapped her arms tightly around him. The force of his thrusts had pushed her forward so the back of her head was jammed up against the side of the seat. She didn't care, because she couldn't stop him now. Even if she had wanted to stop him, he was beyond control with no thought for anything except the hot prick driving in and out of her tight cunt.
Just as her body began to stiffen for the onslaught of her own ecstatic spasms, he broke away from the grip of her arms. Pushing the upper part of his body upwards he threw his head back and, with his mouth wide open, began to gasp and moan. Then his body went rigid, every glimmering muscle tightened and hard. She began to jerk and writhe beneath him, her tunnel constricted with the spasms of her passion, clamping tightly about the cock which pulsated as it sprayed loads of come into her body. Then he fell forward, taking in breath in loud gulps and heaving as the waves of lust subsided in his body.
As Veronica grew quiet beneath him, she became increasingly aware of the pressure of her head pushed up against the side of the seat. She tapped him on the back and then pushed against his chest. He groaned and pushed himself off her body, sprawling onto the seat between her legs. He shook his head as if he had been asleep and was having difficulty waking up. Veronica drew herself up into a sitting position. She fumbled around for her purse and pulled out her cigarettes. Then she dug into her purse and handed him twenty-five dollars. "Here," she said. "I believe that's standard."
"Gee, thanks, lady," he said, no longer groggy. He took the money and flashed a broad smile. "I'll fuck you next time for free."
"Gee, thanks," she murmured sarcastically. Then she lifted the corner of the curtain again. The fairy was still pacing nervously up and down the sidewalk, anxiously searching the car for a crack in the curtain through which he might peer. She chuckled and pulled the curtain wide. The fairy's eyes glanced past her and widened as they fell onto the Mexican's crotch, the cock now ebbing along his thigh.
"Hey, close the curtain," he muttered and put his hand over his prick.
"Don't be so selfish," she said with a laugh. "It'll give him something to jack off about for at least one month."
The Mexican began to grumble and started pulling on his clothes. Veronica slipped her dress over her head and leaned back to afford the fairy the best view possible. Finally the Mexican was fully dressed and began to get out of the car. The fairy, startled, turned and ran down the street. Veronica laughed aloud.
"Hurry," she said impatiently. "We have to get to Tony's."
Then she closed the curtain and smoked a cigarette in the darkened back of the car as they drove back into the Mission District.
After coming into the club via the underground garage and the darkened elevator, lady members were greeted by naked young men who escorted them to then-booths. The club was very dark and each table was partitioned off during the day to form a small booth. A soft small sofa was placed in each of the booths and each member was placed in a booth by herself. Thus it was possible for a woman to arrive into a clubful of women just like herself without being seen by anyone. In the broad light of day the women would almost certainly have recognized each other since Tony catered only to the cream of society, which wasa relatively small and a tightly closed circle. Veronica had often toyed with the idea of finding the master switch and turning the lights on the bevy of bejeweled, panting women.
Each of the booths faced the small stage upon which the most attractive young men and women available performed heated sexual acts. It was one of Tony's primary rules not to cheat the customers with simulated sex. To prove that his customers were seeing the real thing, the men in the acts had to pull out of the woman's mouth, cunt or ass-hole just before coming. Bending forward slightly, they would run to the edge of the stage, straighten up and shoot their loads over the footlights into the darkened audience. A ringside table cost an extra $50 per month. Veronica wondered if the men in the acts, stripped of their dignity or masculinity, hated the women who preyed upon them more than they hated the man who sold them, Tony.
In addition to men dropping their loads from the stage, naked waiters moved among the booths. The waiters and all the performers, both male and female, were available to visit the booths for an additional charge. The men, of course, were in demand the most. They would fuck, suck and be sucked by the hour at a flat rate. It cost a considerable amount extra for them to come with the customers since that usually eliminated them from performing on stage for several hours.
Veronica went to the club frequently and spent huge sums of money for the favors of the waiters and performers. Tony knew her very well, and they held each other in mutual contempt. She thought he was a slimy Filipino bastard, and he knew her for the slut she really was. But they respected each other, and she had been receptive when Tony had first suggested the idea of sex for charity.
The waiter who received her at the elevator was a good-looking man with a bushy black mustache. He kept a very dim flashlight lowered to the floor as he led Veronica towards the front of the club. As they passed a booth from which a great many moans were coming, she leaned across the partition and groped in the dark. She touched the pumping cheeks of a man's ass and ran her hand down and under to feel the thick base of his shaft. Then her hand moved forward, touched the lips of a woman wrapped around the cock and caressed a wrinkled throat. The woman gasped and drew back, obviously startled by the intrusion of a feminine hand. Veronica turned away and chuckled. She reached around and grabbed the waiter by his cock.
"Lead on," she said. "Tally-ho."
By the time they reached her booth, the waiter had a raging hard-on from the gripping pressure of her hand. Veronica stepped inside, quickly threw off her dress and reached for the waiter.
"I'm hungry," she said, feeling the lust building in her body again. "Let me eat your cock."
The waiter pushed her back onto the sofa and got onto his knees, straddling her chest. With one hand he Sifted her head and began fucking her in the mouth. She liked the sensation of merely lying there in a dark room, her head supported by the man's hand, while he fucked her in the mouth. He began to thrust harder and harder. Her right hand moved behind and cupped the swinging sac of his balls tightly. She pushed her hand up into the area directly behind his balls and felt the head of his prick swell in response to the pressure. His cock was of a length she could take easily in the mouth, and she enjoyed the thrill of being fucked in the mouth without the usual discomfort of watering eyes and shortened breath.
Her hand moved further back and sought the sensitive anal opening. Her finger pushed against the tightly closed bud and forced it open. As her finger moved into the tight passage, she felt the muscles clamp tightly around her finger. His prick got even harder as she pushed into his ass-hole with the index finger of her right hand while her left hand sought out her own pussy.
The waiter began to moan. He pulled his cock out of her mouth quickly, and she shuddered with pleasure as the first wad of come struck her against the cheek. It struck her with such force that her head rocked back. The second spurt hit her in the nose and clogged her nostrils. She began to splutter and gag as another hot load shot into her opened mouth.
The waiter stood up. She saw his hand reach across the dark for the standard fee for blowing a waiter.
"Tell Tony," she said, "that in view of what I'm doing for the son of a bitch today that that one was on the house."
"I'll check, ma'am," the waiter said politely.
"Do that," she snapped. "And lead me to the shower. I've got to get ready for the performance."
She reached out and the waiter took her hand. He pulled her to her feet and as soon as she gathered up her dress and purse and shoes, he led her through the club towards the back of the stage. Naked performers milled about the area, looking coarse and tired in the bright lights above their lockers. The waiter pointed towards a dressing room with a star pasted onto the door and Veronica walked in.
Tony came into the dressing room just as Veronica was stepping into the shower.
"I see we're going to have a clean show," he smiled, the gold caps of his teeth flashing in the glare of the naked light bulb.
Veronica ignored him.
"You got a build made for screwing," he said.
"Not by you, you creep."
"Veronica, Veronica. Wouldn't you like a nice Filipino cock up your cunt?"
She turned and looked at him. "Why don't you try taking it personally, Tony? Maybe it's just you I don't get the hots for."
"You get the hots for everyone," he said. He leaned against the wall and watched her.
"Except for you," she growled and stepped into the shower.
She didn't like Tony although she respected him. He had the vices of the worst of his kind and none of their virtues. In a word, he repulsed her with his slicked back hair, the tight-fitting cheap silk pants, the flashy shirts. He looked the procurer he was with none of the polish of a high-class pimp.
When she came out of the shower, he had pulled his prick out of his pants and was massaging it. She glanced down and pretended disgust. Although he was revolting to her, his prick was attractive. She looked at the smooth Oriental skin and noted that he was living proof against the rumor that all Orientals had small dicks. Besides looking smooth and flawless, the brown tool was at least seven inches long.
"Put that thing away," she snapped, "or it might go off."
He chuckled and stuffed the prick back into his pants. The throbbing member was clearly visible beneath the cheap silk stretched tightly over it.
"What's the setup for this thing today?" she asked. She fumbled around in her purse and found a fresh pair of panties, which she slipped on.
"You'll see," he said. "Sure you don't want a quick fuck before the show?"
"No, I don't want a quick fuck," she snapped. She pulled her dress over her head and straightened it out. "Just remember," she said, waving a finger at him, "no animals ... and not you."
"No animals and not me," he repeated and nodded his head. Then he asked, "Ready?"
"Why not?"
She followed him out of the dressing room and waited in the wings while he walked out onto the stage.
"Hurry it up," he said to the young man who was fucking a redheaded girl.
The boy grunted, stood up and ran toward the edge of the stage. Veronica watched as his lithe body arched, spraying a hot load out into the audience. The load glittered as it shot through the floor lights and there was an excited gasp from the booth up front. Then the boy turned and walked toward her. As he passed by her, she reached out and squeezed his flaccid prick.
"Any left?" she said and, leaning forward, she licked up the drop of come which seeped through his slit.
"Ladies, may I have your attention, please," Tony-said. "As you all know, today is a very special day for a good cause. You have all paid a special admission price today and the proceeds are going to a very worthy cause, the Molima Home For Unwed Mothers."
Veronica pouted her mouth with disgust. Tony had charged $100 per head for this special event, and she wondered exactly what proceeds would actually wind up at the Molima Home if there really was such a place. You sure are a sharp creep, Tony. Probably sell tickets to see your grandmother get fucked by a bull. Veronica, what are you doing? Veronica, run. What are you doing?
"Although charity needs no rewards," Tony continued, "we have arranged a little something to show our gratitude. One of your number will perform on the stage." He turned and waved his arm towards the wing, and there was a sudden hush over the audience.
They'll all know who I am. Every fucking one of them in their secret little booths with a waiter's cock rammed up their tunnels will know who I am, Veronica! Run!
She shook her head as if in defiance of herself just as Tony threw his arms wide and shouted, "Veronica Wainwright!"
There was a collective gasp from the audience. The extremely wealthy, extremely aloof Mrs. George Wainwright was no better than they. Veronica hesitated for a moment. Hell, if I'm no better than them, they're no better than me. She strolled towards the cot in the center of the stage.
"And now, ladies," Tony said and waved towards the wings. Veronica gasped. Coming toward-her was a stark naked, very tall, black dyke. She spun around toward Tony but he had already left the stage. "No animals and not me," he shouted and then he laughed.
Veronica turned to face the dyke who was coming toward her with a swaying walk. When the dyke was almost in front of her, Veronica snapped, "Where's your dildo?"
The dyke stuck her red tongue through her black lips. Then she smiled and said, "Don't need one, honey."
Veronica steeled herself against the advancing dyke. She forced her mind to concentrate on the earlier events that day, on Tom and Dick fucking her on the clothes dryer and on the kitchen floor, on George juicing up her pussy before he fucked her, on that hairy truck driver with the enormous ten-inch rod, on the expert way-she had manipulated all those men to bring her to the heights of pleasure.
She closed her eyes as the massive black hands, their pink palms turned up, reached up and pressed against her breasts.
"I like a broad with big tits," the dyke murmured. She reached behind Veronica, undid the catch and pulled the zipper down. Then she put her hands on Veronica's waist and began gathering the material up, moving further and further up until Veronica raised her arms and pulled the dress free, shaking loose her mass of black hair.
The dyke leaned forward, her eyes glazed by desire for Veronica's huge tits. Cupping a breast in each hand, she began to kiss the nipples, licking them with her red tongue and moaning in the base of her throat. Veronica was surprised at the feel of the black woman's skin against her own. There was a coarse texture to the porous skin that somehow felt like rough satin. She shivered and looked down. The woman's lips, thick and sensual, were wrapped around Veronica's tit, and her flesh looked extremely white and delicate as it was stroked by the huge black hand.
She shivered again but not from cold. She began to enjoy the sensation. The hands now hungrily fondling her tits felt hot against her naked flesh. As the nipples were teased into hardness, Veronica felt desire building up in her loins. She no longer cared who or what was going to give her release. She could feel the dyke's hot breath on her breasts, gushing for her dilated nostrils like snorts from an enflamed bull.
"Suck them!" she demanded.
The dyke's tongue began to travel over her body, ignoring Veronica's demand that she suck her tits. As her head moved downward to pause at the navel she left a trail of saliva to cool in the draft on the open stage. Her hands were pulling at the silk panties, the only piece of clothing Veronica had left. They moved with urgency, wanting to tear them away from the quivering cunt she desired so hotly.
"I knew on sight you were a hot little bitch," the black woman whispered.
Her tongue moved lower, .sliding quickly over Veronica's trembling stomach to reach the black mound of pubic hair. She was not in a hurry, however, to reach the lips of Veronica's cunt. Possession was already hers; now she would savor it. She had dropped to her knees in front of Veronica. Veronica shivered and threw her head back as she saw the large black hands rise up before swinging around to cup the cheeks of her ass.
When the dyke's tongue finally stopped toying with the lips of her vulva and slipped into her cunt, Veronica's entire body shook with shivers of excitement and she rose up onto her toes. The black woman's tongue was as hard as a prick, jabbing up against her hardened clit. Veronica put her hands on the back of the black woman's head, and she experienced the added pleasure of lacing her white fingers into the thick course natural hairdo. She pulled her roughly into her body.
"Don't tease me!" she moaned.
Her lust was uncontrollable. In order to force penetration more deeply into her hot tunnel, she pushed the dyke backward until she was almost bent like a jackknife. Only her thighs clamped tightly about the black woman's head kept her from toppling to the floor in a heap. The dyke, imprisoned in the awkward position between Veronica's thighs, moaned and dug her fingernails into the white woman's buttocks.
Then Veronica drew away and sprawled across the spot-lighted cot in the center of the stage.
"Come on," she said to the black woman who was kneeling, panting, on the floor. "Eat my white pussy."
Veronica no longer gave a second thought to the audience. She was doing openly what they all did or wanted to do in their secret little booths. She completely forgot about them as she spread her legs to receive the red tongue of the black dyke. Veronica arched her back as the hard tongue pushed forcefully up against her clit and, as her head went backward, she spotted Tony standing in the wings behind her. His cock was throbbing beneath the silk pants.
"Come on, you creep," she called.
Tony grinned and immediately pulled off his shirt, ripping off half the buttons in his haste. Then he kicked off his shoes and pulled his pants free. He wore no underwear and his cock leaped out eagerly. He walked onto the stage in his stocking feet. He climbed onto the cot and straddled her around the breasts with his ass facing toward her. She was amazed at the touch of his hands. Unlike the coarse texture of the black hands which gripped her thighs, the brown skin of Tony was like silk and cool to the touch. She shivered and reached to stroke the cheeks of his ass with her hands while the dyke continued to plunge her tongue in and out of Veronica's cunt.
Tony laid his cock in the cleavage of her tits and squeezed the mounds together. He began rocking back and forth, fucking her in the cleavage. When he withdrew before each renewed thrust, she could see his cock through the space between his legs and, beyond that, the black dyke eating furiously at heir pussy.
Tony turned around and waved his cock in front of her panting face. She lifted her head at a slight angle and he sank the smooth prick into her mouth. She lifted her hands and ran them over his chest, down his sides and along his stomach, thrilling to the unexpected pleasure offered by the cool, silky skin. He laced her hands into the black pubic hair at the base of his prick. It, too, had the texture of silk. She grabbed his tight sac of brown nuts and squeezed them tightly. She wanted more blacks, more Orientals. She wanted more, more, more!
Veronica began rotating her hips, slamming against the lapping red mouth in an effort to get more inside. The bone of the Lesbian's nose was driven hard against her body, and they both cried out with the pain. But pain could stop neither of them now. As Tony began to thrust into her mouth with heightened passion, Veronica wrapped her legs around the dyke's head in a strangle hold. It was a new sensation and one which she relished. She used the strangle hold to increase and decrease the rhythm of the black woman's probing tongue. She was in complete control, the aggressor at one end while Tony thrust into her mouth.
Veronica gasped with the first of her spasms just as Tony began to come. While she gagged and spluttered on his hot juice, her body rose and fell helplessly in the convulsions of her passion. Her legs tightened around the Lesbian who lapped at Veronica's oozing cunt Veronica tossed her head to one side and the come she had not been able to swallow trickled down her cheek. She gasped and struggled to regain control of her breathing. Tony swung off her and sat on the edge of the cot, panting and moaning. Then Veronica released the pressure of her thighs and the black woman rolled off the cot onto the floor, where she lay crumpled into a heaving black heap.
She reached out and put a hand on Tony's leg. He placed his hand over hers and smiled at her.
"I like the way you suck cock," he said.
Veronica's head jerked up with a start. Lost in her lust with Tony and the black woman, Veronica had forgotten where she was. The sound which had startled her was the cheering and applause of the audience.
You bet your ass, ladies. I'm the best!