Be careful what you ask for

Be Careful What You Ask For




By
TS Stag


This is based on fact but expressed with a bit of literary license, embellishments, and a considerable love and appreciation for a real woman and vixen







A Long Walk on the Dark Side

We had always had a rather vanilla lifestyle, at least at home, I worked building
roads while going to school, Holly was in insurance, she had a 4H club, plus we
had church, family gatherings, the 20-acre farm we had purchased, and a house
on which we were constantly working. She had done interior decorating, so she
did the planning and purchasing, and I did the grunt work.
She kept me on a pretty tight budget, all my overtime and any pay raises went
into our savings and investment account. I had worked to a foreman’s position
which also gave us 3 weeks paid vacation a year and allowed us to travel, one of
the things we both enjoyed.
Like I said fairly vanilla, but on a couple of the vacations, we had stepped over the
more conservative line, while we were visiting friends in L.A., we had gone to
Tijuana, where we took in a couple of the kinkier dog and pony sex shows.



Off the Record
Another vacation in San Francisco, which we had taken through the years, one evening we visited one of the North Beach clubs. It had strippers and live sex shows on stage.
An actor from one of the popular porn films was the headliner
When we arrived, it was not too busy, possibly because it was the middle of the week, but we managed to get a table fairly close to the front of the stage. It was relatively dark, but our eyes soon adjusted to the atmosphere, the small tables each had a candle flickering, most were two chair types, with larger tables on either side of the stage.
Holly and I ordered our drinks, sat back to watch the show, the first dancer was a big tited, long haired blonde, wearing a black, shear, “Baby Doll” nighty, shear panties barely covering her pussy hair and cunt.
The nighty was tied in front, the dancer gently pulled the ties, letting the nighty slip off as she moved around the stage, her ample breasts bouncing and swinging to the rhythm of the music.
Holly leaned over and whispered, “She’s not bad, but did you notice her panties are really wet? She must be turned on!”
I smiled and said, “Honey, they use oil and stuff to make their pussy look that way, she also has glitter on it if you look closer.”
We both smiled, “She also trims her pussy and is not a real blonde, according to the dark roots.” Holly said leaning over and kissing me on the neck and ear. “Would you like to see me do that?”
I looked at her and nodded my head. “Oh yeah, you know I would love to see you up there on the stage doing your thing!”
“Would you like me to see if they would let you?”
“Maybe,” she smiled back, “let’s see how the night goes!”
The dancer had slipped off the panties and turned around, bending over, with her legs spread right in front of us, so we got a full view of her glistening pussy and butt hole. She reached back with her hand between her legs and stroked her pussy, spreading the lips so we could view her open cunt. She shoved two center fingers deep into herself several times then pulled them out, beginning to lick and suck them as she turned, dancing, twisting her nipples with the other hand, thrusting her hips as she danced as if fucking an invisible cock.
She moved around the stage, rubbing her cunt and working her nipples as she humped, then as the music came to an end she stopped in front of one of the tables, shoved two finger deep into her pussy, pulled them out, offering them to the couple at the table, they looked at each other, then the women stood up and sucked the dancers fingers, stroking the dancers cunt for herself, the dancer bent down and kissed her, fondling the woman’s tits, before turning and leaving the stage to an ovation from the crowd.
“Now that’s audience participation, right?” I said giving Holly a kiss.
Again, the curtains opened, and three young women came out wearing short Roman style tunics tied on each shoulder and a belt around the waist, open on the sides showing that they were nude beneath the garments. In the center of the stage was a covered raised small platform about the size of a coffee table, surrounded by oversized pillows.
The three women danced and came together occasionally, giving each other kisses and caressing each other as they danced, one was a redhead with fairly large breasts, about D or DD size the other two were brunettes and more in the C-cup range. The brunettes came up on either side of the redhead, untied the string to her tunic, which dropped to her waist exposing her breasts, then began caressing and sucking on her nipples. She held each of their heads in her hands, moving in and out in a rhythmic motion as they worked her breasts, one of them reached down and began to rub the redhead’s cunt beneath her tunic, causing the redhead to hump the hand as she continued to move into the milking process.
The three women moved to the lounging couch in the center of the stage and the redhead dropped her tunic and laid down as the other two untied their tunics, letting them drop, then one went to the bottom of the couch, spread the legs of the redhead, and began licking the reclining woman’s pussy.
The other moved to the top of the couch kissed the redhead, moved onto the couch, straddled the redhead’s face placing her cunt for the redhead to enjoy.
I leaned over and asked Holly, who was very fixated on the activity before us, “Well which one do you want to be in this little scenario?”
She gave me a quick glance, sticking out her tongue and quipped, “You are really rotten sometimes.”
“You could probably get a couple of your buddies to give it a try, what do you think?” I continued, watching her intense stare at the action in front of us.
Without looking my way Holly licked her lips, “I wonder what they taste like.” she pondered.
“Would you like to find out?”
“Right now, yes both of them!” squeezing my hand, She continued, “God, I would love to be up there doing that!”
Just then a spotlight illuminated the curtain at the back of the stage, the curtain parted, a tall Black man strolled out, wearing a cape over his shoulders, his trademark white claw necklace, and the white crotch less tights from the movie, his semi hard cock swung as he walked toward the women.
Holly had switched her attention from the women to the swinging cock as he strolled across the stage.
“He’s longer than he appears in the movie.” She remarked.
Knelling beside the brunette eating the redhead, he gave her a kiss, then replaced her at the pussy, licking and sucking on the clit. His tongue slipped deep into her cunt, causing her to buck up into his face.
The brunette untied his cape, tossed it aside knelt beside him, started stroking his cock, then laid down next to him and took his cock into her mouth, sucking and licking the shaft and head, causing it to get harder, increasing in size, something Holly was very cognizant of.
“That is really getting long.” She commented without looking away. “I’m not sure I could manage it, but it would be fun to try!”
“And look at the size of his scrotum, his balls are as big as the bull’s at home!” I said.
“He must shoot a really big load.” She came back.
On stage he pumped the brunette’s mouth a few times then moved up and rubbed his cock head in the redhead’s pussy, in one thrust, he buried his entire hard, black shaft in the redhead, his ample balls slapped against her butt, as he lifted her legs to an upright position, fucking her in a slow steady rhythm.
Holly gave my hand a squeeze, moaned as he fucked the redhead.
“You like that, huh?” I remarked.
“I would love that!” she said.
“So, you want him to breed you?”
“Anytime he wants it and as long as he wants it!” Holly exclaimed without even looking away for a moment, she was totally mesmerized by the action on the stage.
The brunette who had been sitting on the redhead’s face, got down, then the two brunettes laid down in a sixty-nine position, started enjoying licking each other’s pussies and butt holes.
The black stud had increased the speed of his fucking causing the moans from the redhead to indicate, he was striking pay dirt. He buried his cock harder and faster; he and the redhead were both glistening with sweat from the workout. Her pussy juice was running down her butt crack from the hammering it was getting.
He grunted, pulled out and moved to the head of the couch, started stroking his cock as he held it against her hungry mouth.
The black shaft was shoved headfirst into her mouth a time or two then as he stroked, pulled back an inch or two, with a loud grunt, shivered, started shooting streams of white cum into her mouth. She swallowed everything he gave her, emptying his balls into her welcoming mouth, then pushing forward for her to finish sucking his cock clean and getting every last drop of cum.
With that the lights on the stage went black, the house lights came up for a few minutes, then the spotlight lit up the four performers before they turned and left the stage.
“Well, what did you think of that?” I asked.
“Amazing,” Holly smiled back at me, “Right now I’m so hot I could go up there, strip and let everyone that wants it, could fuck me!”
“And did you see the load he shot into her mouth; I’d love to take that in the mouth and cunt!”
I started laughing, “It sounds like my shy country girl has come into heat and needs to be bred! Right?”
“You have no idea how wet I am right now, or how bad I want him in me, sorry Babe but I really want a black cock to breed me like he just did that woman.” Holly was looking at me with a profoundly serious expression.
“Well Honey I don’t know if he is available, but maybe we can find a nice black cock for you if that’s what you think you want.” I could tell by her eyes she was not only serious, but that I was going to get myself one heck of a fuck when we got back to the hotel room.
As we sipped our drinks, a man walked up to the stage with a microphone in his hand, the light on the stage came up and he turned toward us smiled then clearing his throat, “We are starting a new program, that is sponsored by Hustler Magazine. We will be recruiting women who would like to be part of the program.
If you are interested, please fill out one of the forms on your table and you will be contacted by the management. What you just saw will be an example of what will be going on, Thank you and have a great evening!”
Holly looked at me then scoured the table and there by the candle holder was a holder with some forms.
Hustler magazine will award $25,000.00 and all expenses to any white woman who is chosen for this program.
You must be willing to be bred on stage by selected Black men on several occasions.
If interested, please fill out the personal information section of this form and give it to the management of the club.
Holly looked at me, “What do you think?” she asked.
“Well, you just said you would like to do it so here’s your chance.” I smiled back.
With that she dug through her purse and found a pin, then filled out the form, giving both our home address and phone but the hotel we were staying’s phone number.
She handed it to the waitress, who told her that they would call us in the morning for an interview.