Chapter One Hundred Twenty Nine

If You Experience an Erection Lasting Over An Hour Don’t Call Your Doctor – she won’t suck your dick

The only Donkey I had ever seen in my entire life had been at a petting zoo or on the movie screen with a Green Ogre named Shrek telling him to “Shut it”. This was so much different than that.

I wish I could describe to you in words, the visceral, raw reality of having a 300 + pound Donkey on your sweaty, bare back with his furry belly pressed against yours and his eighteen inch hard donkey dick filling your tiny pussy. All in front of a throng of onlookers cheering on the beast as he pounds you from behind suspended only by a harness so that he doesn’t crush you with his weight.

I would say that to really do it justice you would simply have to do it. From what I came to learn, they put on nightly shows every hour on the hour at the Landing Strip in Buckman County and most everywhere in certain Mexican border towns.

What I can tell you though is that when the creature came inside me it was like nothing I had ever experienced. Imagine a fire hose filled with creamy, warm semen spraying you like a shower head buried so deep inside you that you can feel it in BOTH of your fallopian tubes – I am exaggerating slightly here but at that exact moment when the Donkey came that is what it felt like.

Until that moment I had followed my mother’s advice and let the Donkey do all the work fucking me from behind. I endured his cock and tried to relax and let it happen. When he came though I experienced an electric orgasm of an intensity that was so beyond words and imagination I can only describe it as feeling like I was coming apart at the seams all at once with an explosive kind of bucking of my hips that I could simply not control.

I won’t diminish the fact I had several very intense orgasms this past week and I’ve been very clear in describing each one in the kind of detail they deserved – but one was different than all others.

You know how Luke Skywalker fires his torpedo in the tiny hole on the death star and KA-BOOM?

This was like that only if he had fired a GIANT DONKEY DICK FILLED WITH CUM INTO THAT HOLE AND THE CREW WAS SWIMMING IN IT.

I was too involuntarily turned on by the amount of warm fluid injected into the deepest parts of my body to even register shame or disgust about what I had just done with this animal. I wasn’t thinking about it anymore and he was being raised off of me as my mother licked the cock clean. The two delighted midgets came over and helped me slide off the cock while I fucked and humped the air spasmodically.

Tips were flying onto the stage and over my body as I reached between my legs to play with myself. My fingers felt infinitely too small to do the job – all I could think was “Bring it back – I am not finished” and if I had, had my wits around me that would have scared me! I would have realized I really, really, really liked sex and not only sex but big cocks.

I couldn’t think about any of this – not then. The two midgets jumped up and down demanding cereal and I didn’t understand what was happening when my mom came back to me with her hands on her hips. She play acted a perturbed house-wife “Well, I hope you are happy! My husband came inside of you instead of me! We are all out of milk and the kids are hungry!”

“Cereal, Cereal!” the two naked dwarves chanted over and over as they pounded their fist like angry, hungry kids demanding to be fed.

I was still out of it – recovering from a cosmic level orgasm. “What..what.. Do you want, Mom?”

There was a single boo in the audience. He was mad I was breaking character. “You are the babysitter!”

I started to get up and mom had me stay on the stage floor explaining “Some babysitter you turned out to be! Now are you going to turn over some of that cum or are my babies going to go hungry today?” she asked. She reminded me of one of those TV witches from Sitcoms like Bewitched or I dream of Jeanie the way she play-acted on the stage.

“Um, sure – no problem, Ma’am,” I started to get up again but my mother put her foot on my back and placed a bowl under my pussy – forcing me to squat and sit upright with my pussy legs wide open to the audience.

She smiled and whispered that the audience needs to see the cum drip out. – indicating I should slowly spin around as I squatted over a ceramic bowl filled with what looked like Cap’N’Crunch Peanut Butter cereal. I was so hungry I wanted to eat it – even covered in cum.

The first bowl went to my alter-ego the midget version of me who was sitting in a high chair. She wasted no time eating with a spoon what had fallen out of my pussy and smiled the entire time.

Mom replaced the bowl and let even more of the goo drip out to prepare a bowl for her stage-Son Conner and much to my surprise he was in his high chair eating away. She had done this before and the look on her face was mortification – she couldn’t look me in the eye. I knew she wanted to say something – but instead she pretended this was Saturday morning breakfast and there wasn’t dozens of perverts watching us prolong this naked charade with two midgets pretending to be my brother and I.

I couldn’t be sure if he really liked the taste or was an excellent actor but it delighted him so much that he even flung a few of the cummy-morsels at his sister’s open mouth and she shot some at him.

Mom had a third bowl and still the cum dripped out. This was clearly something they had planned because now even though it wasn’t coming out in wads there was enough the customers could see it was no ordinary trick.

“I am sorry there isn’t enough for you to eat,” My mom said loudly for the audience when the last cummy drip rolled down my leg. The dwarves had already finished their meals by this point and many of the tipping customers had sat down in their chairs.

“Maybe there is more honey inside the honey-hole? Mother” The midget reminded me so much of the Dwarf from Game of Thrones – Tyrion Lannister. He had a way of speaking like he was at a debauched renaissance faire when delivering his lines.

“I think that’s all,” Mom began eating the cereal with a spoon and quietly trying to end the scene but Conner wasn’t having it.

He wasted no time bending me back over on all fours and reaching his tiny hand in me up to his bare shoulder – elbow and all. It was nothing like the cock that had pleasured me though – he reached around and pulled and grabbed until he popped his arm back out and tasted his finger. “Just as I thought – it’s all gone!” he flashed a big grin at the audience.

With that line they laughed and the curtain came down – there was mild applause from a crowd that may have seen this show many times before – just without me in it.

“Fucking amateurs!” the midget Conner’s happy demeanor quickly changed to that of a contemptuous, arrogant actor as he threw on some coveralls. “I did three summers of Shakespeare and studied at Juliard!” holding up his slick covered arm for me to see.

“You did not,” the girl midget spoke with a Brooklyn accent and dropped the baby talk. “He thinks he is hot shit, but he really just went to the campus and hung out.” She winked at me.

“A lot more than you ever did!” the petulant dwarves argued while they got dressed.

“Well,” I looked at mom and remained on all fours, “that was different.”

“Come on, we have to get you up and dressed the next show is in an hour,” My mom was brusque and businesslike as she helped me to stand up. I was sweaty and naked – and dripping with spunk from man and beast – being drunk only made me slightly less aware of my state and the fact that my mother and other women were naked actually made it seem semi-normal in a twisted and deeply perverted kind of way.

“I am sorry, Mom! I didn’t have any choice. I was trying to tell you that I got into a fight and..” I tried to explain myself and apologize for going where I shouldn’t but my mother covered my lips with her finger to shush me with an understanding look on her face.

“The same thing happened to me. I made it through the stations in the front once or twice. I drank in order to find the nerve to do it! Then a girl picked a fight with me and before I knew it I was in way over my head and couldn’t pay my fines off. They said they would hurt you or Mike or worse if I didn’t comply. They make video tapes of every show – they promised to edit me out but they’ve already gone out over the internet to who knows where. What if my mother sees this?” mom sobbed.

“Then I hope she is as cool and understanding as you,” I hugged her bare-chest to bare chest as I offered a smile and a quick joke “She’d have to be into some really kinky shit to ever find this on google though don’t you think?”

Mom dried her eye and recovered with a laugh “Yeah, I could just say well then what are you doing looking at porn like that? and they would have to admit they are even freakier than me!”

“No one is freakier than you Mom!” I hugged her again as she put on a small thong and gave me back the clothes I wore to the stage.

“Yeah, well you are catching up,” she made me promise not a word to my brother about this.

“The midget Conner or the actual Conner?” I giggled at the joke. It was helpful we could laugh and use a little humor to deal with the fact – I had just fucked a DONKEY AND MY MOM HELPED. The idea had been so obscene and over the top that I was still not really believing that I had actually done it. My wet pussy was obliterated.

“I heard that! The proper term is Dwarf!” the little Conner said from somewhere in the darkness of a tunnel that led away from the stage.

“Blow it out your ass, Bradley!” my mom offered a quick almost playful slight at the man playing her son on stage. She acted entirely naturally despite being completely naked in front of the audience. Mom obviously had more time to get used to this room than I had or she was great at pretending it didn’t bother her.

“I will blow it out of YOUR ass in the next scene,” Bradley offered playfully back with a hint that he may actually do something like that.

My mom rolled her eyes and ignored him. “C’mon, we have to do stations between shows. I’ll try to explain how it works before the next show.”

“Stations even here?” I looked surprised and asked if we should pick up the money on the stage. I was now aware there were stations strategically located around the back room of the Landing strips. The smoky darkness of the room had managed to create the illusion that they just blended in and belonged there somehow. Some reminded me of Turn-of-the-century antique wardrobes with a stage attached made of old mahogany and unpolished brass fittings that had not been cared for in years.

“Whatever you do DO NOT touch the money! The bar takes their cut and we get a pay out at the end of the night in the back room. Someone else comes and collects it and counts it. If they think you even have a dollar stashed away some place you shouldn’t, things will not go well.” She promised.

“Wow, just like Ted at the swimming pool?” I helped her down from the stage and we walked naked past a few of the tables. They didn’t seem to notice or mind.

“I think they are a little more serious here about it – I mean, that is all pretend isn’t it?” Mom said as she led me over to our station as if we were fully clothed. The customers didn’t look up or even seem to notice us as we walked past them.

I didn’t understand what she meant by pretend. The station looked like an antique brass scale that had a dildo mounted to it. Mom wasted no time hopping up on one side of the scale and helping me to the other. She told me that Bradley and his sister usually have to work the other station and that hopefully I could forgive her for getting me wrapped up in this.

I almost didn’t catch the apology as I pulled myself up on to the scale that I would soon be fucking myself on. “You don’t have to apologize, Mom. I asked for this – and I got myself into this situation. Where is the lube?” I asked her as I ran my finger down the 14inch black latex dick with a mixture of fear and wonder at how many girls had ridden this particular sex toy over the many years of the club’s operation.

“After Mike is done with you – you won’t need any lube,” Mom was right – I slid down on the dildo with room to spare. She reiterated that she felt bad for putting me in this situation and when I told her it wasn’t’ that bad she showed me there was an additional step to this station. “You put this cord around your neck,” she said as she attached the same cord to her own neck.

I didn’t understand how the station worked at first and naively did as instructed. I soon found out that once the scale had both of us on it we would see-saw back and forth on top of the dildo and as we rode down on to the dildo –the rope noose would choke us slightly until the other girl kicks herself back down on to the dildo as far down as she could go. The rise wasn’t enough to cut off air flow for long – but it was surprisingly effective at choking and scaring the living shit out of me.

“I was told that Senior donated these to the club years ago. When the Jacobi farm shut down they moved them here but no one takes care of them – like the dancers they get used every night and no one takes care of them,” Mom’s joke was a bittersweet reminder of how lonely and scared she must have felt. She seemed surprisingly chipper now that I was enduring this with her which was a surprise to me.

I could see that at one time the station I was on was probably some sort of antique. It reminded me of a prop from a movie about 17^th century France that a torturer would use to extract information from an English spy or Maquis De Sade would have had brought to his asylum. The rope cord felt like a frayed natural fiber that was old yet strong. The wood was solid despite the wear of naked feet climbing on to it night after night. There had been signs of wax drippings all over the body of the case from countless candles that had been placed on its surface.

It wasn’t easy to get my feet in place and neck in the cord. We had to not only wrap the noose around your neck but then slip your hands into a similar cord behind your back before kicking off the station. Mom explained it was called the “Choke horse” and assured me there were even worse things than this in the back room. I shuddered as I lurched forward now completely powerless to stop the gravity of my own weight from driving me downward onto a dildo on a pole between my legs.

Mom and I began a game of tug-of-war as we tried to see who could take the dildo the longest and spare the other one of choking. I finally processed what she said about how this club was serious and Ted wasn’t. We were both very wet and there was no need to stretch but the latex dildo was long and wide and filled me completely.

“It’s sort of play acting,” Mom explained that we weren’t going to choke to death and weren’t in any real danger. “They like it if you struggle and gasp – shimmy a little,” she encouraged. “Just look at it like the play acting you do with Ted and you’ll be okay – I am so sorry, Ellen,”

“We KIND of play act but Ted is very serious about meting out punishment if you get caught stealing,” I said right before the cord choked me to the point drool ran down my lips. I wanted to remind mom that I had a stage name now but after all the drinking I had done I couldn’t remember which one I had chosen at that exact stark naked moment.

I noticed men with gleams in their eyes as they watched my mother and I performing on the station much like the ones in the main room had watched us dancers except they seemed delighted to watch our undulations and gasps for air. We weren’t in enough danger to actually die but we were far from comfortable or pretending to gasp for air.

“That is the thing,” Mom said as she rode higher off the dildo like some perverted carousel ride as the horses rose and fell in rotation “You play act. I don’t know what is real and what is not. Aren’t we kind of expected to steal if we are these unrepentant bitches? And yet they make it such a big deal that we did steal. I get so confused out there – I don’t know who I am supposed to be pretending to be.” She said right before being lifted up and shaking her tits and ass involuntarily.

Men came up and put money around the base of our station but some just reached up and tugged her nipples or tweaked them as if she were a piece of furniture. They had as little regard for us as they had any interest in listening to our conversation. They simply delighted in seeing us naked, fucking ourselves in this infernal see-saw contraption while simultaneously voluntarily choking ourselves.

“You are Patricia Tinkle,” I smiled as I drew in air and rode down onto the dildo allowing my mother to recover. I could see her shiver as she caught her breath and sweat glistened off her elongated and hardened nipples. “You are the country club dilettante and cougar who fucks all the help and her polo instructor, lives extravagantly on caviar and champagne and you raised a slutty whore daughter who has to be taught a lesson,” I ground myself onto the base of the dildo and let myself choke while a silver haired gentleman rubbed my clit with a 20 dollar bill before he laid it at my feet.

“I don’t feel like THAT Patricia Tinkle,” mom mused as she admitted how horrible she felt that I had to do this with her and that she let herself do this. “I didn’t want you to find out – it’s part of why I kept doing this and here it turns out you were doing the same thing! “Mom made a gurking noise as she lifted me off the dildo and forced her way down onto hers.

We rose and fell like this back and forth but we weren’t the only show in the room. The midgets were fucking like rabbits inside of a cage and there was a topless woman letting a guy suck on her tits just a few feet away from us. There was a quiet decadence to this dark smoky room. It reminded me of some old play theater from the 1950s that was supposed to be brocaded with velvet curtains along the wall to dampen the accustics with fancy fittings in the candelabras. But this room had what looked like cheap knock offs of the fancy curtains and candelabras, kind of like everything else in the Buckman. It was so subdued and quiet in the room, not loud and crazy like the front room – especially when you compared it to the loud rock and dance music and cheering that you could faintly hear from the main bar area.

This room was strictly for serious perverts – ones with enough money to warrant admittance to the back room. They had a quiet acceptance of any perversion they watched. They also seemed to all know one another from night after night of sitting in the audience but yet most of them seldom spoke to anyone or even smiled.

They just watched.

Silently observing with a determined yet almost sadistic satisfaction that the two of us were fucking ourselves and choking slightly for their amusement at the same time.

“You know I am starting to wonder if your brother realizes this is all play-acting,” Mom finally offered between gritted teeth. The break period was long and agonizing. My ass hurt from being stretched out and beaten all day and my muscles were strained from the constant stretching and pulling even more than what little dancing I actually did.

“Is it play-acting?” I asked introspectively and when my mother glanced at me with a perplexed look rather than explain I offered a little levity. “I mean I know you are play-acting here. That girl playing ME barely looks like me!”

Mom cracked a smile and a laugh burst from her lips as a small tear came down her face. I understood her reaction completely. The constant fucking on this dildo was strangely arousing and yet the danger and pain from the rope around our necks was constraining and yet in its own strange way arousing. My nipples were aching from being hard and I could feel my pussy juices flowing freely down my thighs as I writhed in synchronicity with my mother’s own tandem rise from the dildo only to force myself down onto it. I felt pain and my heart was beating rapidly as if I was having sex and yet I was moving slowly and deliberately.

“It is play-acting,” mom explained when she was finally able to talk again and she said it with the kind of assurance that one uses when you are trying to convince yourself as much as the other person. I mean all the girls here know that I am not really their mom. The girls who get stuck working this room are usually the most hard-core and worn out sluts willing to do anything – but many of them tell me they are totally different out of here!”

“Are they?” I choked out a reply in between gasps.

“Fuck no,” mom joked as she forced herself back down onto the dildo to save me from my dilemma. Cum was shooting down her leg – the Donkey jizz seeped out. He had blown a huge load inside of her and there was no stopping it. “I guess it really is not play acting then is it?” she laughed resigning herself to that thought. “You think it is to Conner?” she choked as the rope grew taut around her throat.

“No,” I whispered as I thought about her question. “I think to him we are really his slaves which are why he was spanking you on the back of the truck when you wouldn’t stop talking.”

“That little bastard!” a few tiny drops of spit flew from mom’s mouth as she joked before admitting “You know Ellen, I think you are right. Do you think we should talk to him?”

“Oh please don’t,” I sputtered when it was my turn to squat down over the dildo. I found it easier and easier to take the entire thing to the base and the lower I sank the more I choked on the cord around my neck. Mom gave me a strange look and even though I was half joking I explained through strained breath that Conner had changed so much over the last week. “His confidence is very high and he has proven to be very resourceful. If you burst his bubble now and tell him he was never really in charge, then he’ll go back to shy little brother Conner!” I giggled.

I thought mom would giggle too but instead she dropped down on to the dildo with a splursh as the air forced itself out of her pussy. The music wasn’t loud in the lounge and as I mentioned almost no one talked so I was sure everyone heard. No one turned their head or seemed surprised – the guys who were staring at us continued their almost ghoulish stares and the ones who ignored us nursed their drinks or sat with a dancer in silence waiting for him to give her money.

“You know it works better if you wait until you are up high to talk,” I was still giggling at my joke about my brother’s confidence and smiling to lighten things up with my mother.

“I know,” Mom gasped but continued anyway “I am just surprised by your comment is all. Does this mean YOU have been play acting as his slave or that you consider yourself his to be trained?”

I was surprised by mother’s question and I could tell that she was quite serious now. I didn’t mean to startle her or make her worried but as she raised her eyebrows in apprehension of my answer I could tell she thought I was quite serious.

I hadn’t really had time to think about things this way. I was also still somewhat drunk from all the tequila I had drank on an empty stomach so in interest of total disclosure when I told her “Yeah, why not?” I was experiencing a kind of strange euphoria from all the sexual intensity of fucking myself on a dildo while experiencing a lack of oxygen as I choked myself for the amusement of strangers.

My mom got quiet and said “If you will then I will,” I didn’t understand what she meant but she added “When this is over and we have enough money to move away though will it go back to how it was or will he still be in charge of us?”

She was asking me a question I had no earthly idea how to answer.

At that moment a customer who seemed to know my mother was standing in front of her with a twenty dollar bill holding it expectantly. He reached up to play with her nipples and asked if he could whisper in her ear.

She nodded and scrunched down lower so that the older silver haired gentleman could ask her a question. My mom looked over at me and nodded and then he smiled in my direction as he leered at me. “She looks just like you!” his smile lit up and reminded me of a shark.

The man’s tan suit was wrinkled and worn but it looked so natural on him I couldn’t picture him in anything else. He reminded me of one of those actors who played in old black and white movies about small towns where they put the local school teacher on trial for teaching evolution and he was one of the local store owners who wanted that to go back to how it used to be.

He brought out a twenty dollar bill and waited for me to slide down on the dildo before running a finger down my thigh and up to my pussy. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked and said in a soft southern accent “Taste like her too.”

“Why don’t you both get down here and come dance for me,” he said directly to me.

Mom sounded surprised as she reminded him it was a hundred dollars to come off the choke horse.

The man didn’t take his eyes off of me. He kept his hands on his hips as he looked up at me with steel-grey eyes and told my mom he had been coming here since the day Senior opened the place up and he knew exactly how much a dance cost in the back room. “If I wanted to know how much it cost – I would ask,” he said with a certain confidence that he expected no response at all.

The man motioned to a bouncer who came over and helped us both down by releasing our hands and necks and letting us climb down from the station. I started to get dressed but the man told me I’d have no need of clothes as he handed the hundred to the bouncer who was collecting our other tips.

He was drinking something called an Old Fashioned. I only know because he offered me a sip and it tasted fruity. Mom gave me the stink eye but in exchange I answered with a “Really? You let me fuck a donkey and you won’t let me have a little booze?” sort of look without saying a word.

Mom smiled at me and asked the man if he was ready.

“I was born ready,” the man adjusted his belt and sat down in a tattered red chair that had been upholstered with some kind of heavy canvas.

“You want us to wait until the next act?” Mom asked him shyly.

“If I wanted you to ask me questions I would have told you so,” the man dismissively ignored her. I thought it was a strange way to get a dancer to give you the most intimate part of her body but mom wasn’t surprised at all.

“It’s just that the next show is about to start,” mom didn’t argue. She was taking his cock out of his pants and pulling him off.

“I’ve seen the Fabulous Flamingo and her famous flaming t’s about 1,063 times in my life and the show never changes,” the man motioned for me to come over and join my mom. I wasn’t sure what kind of dance this was going to be until he pulled me in close and began to kiss me hard pressing his tongue down my throat and tickling me with his scratching moustache.

There was no mistaking this was full-on actual sex other than the fact the man never took his pants off. Mom began sucking his dick and he laughed that he had popped “Seven Viagra,” tonight and we were in for “Some serious fun.” As if fucking some dirty old man in a dark theater in front of dozens of other people was fun for us. He told me “The sign said if you have an erection for longer than one hour to call a doctor? Why would I do that? She won’t suck my dick!” he laughed at his own joke and I have to admit I giggled too.

Mom rubbed my thighs as she licked his dick while he felt my tits and played with me and began making out with me.

I caught glimpses of the next show starting. I was surprised because I thought my mother was the only entertainment but they clearly had several other shows. The woman was introduced and came on stage wearing a garish sequined stripper outfit like out of a Las Vegas show except without some of the luster.

She looked like at one time she was blonde and beautiful and still carried herself with a sense of grace and moxie as she danced around on stage. The music that was playing in the background sounded like a John Susa march song that one hears on Independence Day in the park.

That seemed appropriate because she lit both of her tits on fire and the nipples began to spin and throw off sparks. It seemed quite shocking and yet there was absolutely no reaction from the customers and the dancer didn’t seem even the slightest bit surprised.

I wasn’t sure what she was doing because at the same time I was being groped and touched. The man said he loved mother and daughter strippers and had bought a dance from every one of them that ever worked there. I wasn’t sure if he expected me to be impressed so I giggled and leaned into him. He kept pushing us together and grabbing and squeezing my tits as if he was trying to make lemonade from them. It hurt but I didn’t complain – it was hardly the most pain I had received that day. I wasn’t even surprised when he had me turn around so he could do the same thing to my ass.

“Nice and tight,” he remarked as she lifted my ass cheeks apart and began licking my asshole. It was gross and felt like a caterpillar was trying to brush my asshole sideways with a wet sponge.

I giggled at the mental image of that and of Savannah’s sassy voice describing what just happened while scrunching her lightly freckled nose in mock disgust.

“I want to see you two get it on,” he instructed as he withdrew his hands and tongue. He was being stingy with his touch as if I’d miss it but he was the customer and we were the dancers so we had to give him what he wanted. “I could fuck you two separately if I wanted to do that – let me see you give it to each other!”

Mom was a little hesitant but when I reached under her chest and cupped her tits she began to finger my pussy. She closed her eyes several times while we made out in front of him and he kept making her open them to look at me. “This came out of your pussy,” he told her to put me back in it. “You are a nasty little slut,” he reminded her that she could be even nastier. “I’ve seen you put on that show about 27 times and this is the first time you are making me hard.”

He was cruel and blunt but mom ignored his insults and kept playing with my body while deeply kissing me for his amusement.

The stripper on stage was naked now and had stuffed the ends of long fire crackers in her ass and pussy and bent over at the knees. She was firing a roman candle out over the crowd but the man smacked me when he saw me watching.

“The show is for paying customers,” he was rough and his hands were calloused. “You are here as pussy meat to soak up cum and have a little fun,” he continued to think I should be grateful for his touch. I supposed I was – I needed the money so badly that I had been willing to do just about anything and this was definitely anything.

“Give me that pretty asshole,” he demanded like he was used to getting his way and my mom instinctively swiveled her hips to sit down on his lap and hard cock. He smacked her across the tits very hard without the least bit of remorse. “Your daughter’s asshole- your real daughter,” he smirked as he explained mom had done this with the midget pretending to be me.

“No problem, Sir” I had been fucked in the ass and I was going to give him what he asked for – “Do you mind spitting on it?” I held my ass cheeks apart for him.

I thought he was going to spit but he spanked me instead leaving a big red welt on my ass. “You’ve got enough cum on that asshole to drown a monkey,” he held up a condom while rubbing my ass with his rough calloused hands. “Get this on me before I give you another smacker to match on the other cheek,” he took a sip of his drink and felt up my mom while she rubbed her tits on him.

“Yes sir,” I had grown so accustomed to saying sir that it was second nature now and despite his curt and rude manner or perhaps because of it I found myself doing it instinctively even if mom didn’t.

I tried to open the condom with my teeth but it was too difficult. Mom took it from me and in a swift and seemingly well practiced moved opened it with her fingernails. I didn’t really notice at the time how expertly she had done it but when she handed it back to me she did so by kissing it on to my mouth.

I bent over and wrapped my mouth around the man’s cock and pushed my head down to the base of his dick.

“You suck dick just like baby doll,” I was tipsy enough to not even remember that was mom’s name at the club when he said it. He pulled my head off his dick and told me I wasn’t going to get him off that easily though. “I want that tight little asshole to get stretched out tonight on something other than donkey cock!”

I nodded and turned around so that I could sit down on his lap. I had to reach around behind myself and position him at the tip of my anus so that I could drive myself down on to his dick. My heart was pounding while my mom came around to my front and embraced me – nipple to nipple and lip to lip.

“You waiting for me to stick it up there or you going to sit down, girly?” the older man groaned when without further prompting I slid down his shaft and gripped his latex-covered cock with my asshole. The condom was lubricated with spermicide and my spit – I made sure of that. It was tight but I was able to take the full length of his manhood without any trouble.

The firecracker woman’s show was coming to a climax. She ran out into the audience now with sparklers flying from her ass, pussy and tits as she wore only a tiara that looked like it belonged on the Statue of Liberty I was able to get a better look at her.

She was tall and spoke with a Swedish accent. I heard her shouting at the audience but no one seemed to listen or react as she ran up and down the aisle playfully exposing her naked, tanned body. She was in her fifties with big fake tits that jutted out majestically. She had aged well but she was clearly past her prime and she seemed very well aware of that.

“My teeth will fall out before you make me come tonight!” the man promised as he slapped my ass while I lifted myself up and down on his dick.

“Please Sir,” my mom surprisingly called him sir in a submissive tone the way I had “We will be punished if we aren’t ready after the floor show finishes?”

“You think I give a god damned about your show? Watching you get punished would be more interesting,” the man seemed determined to get his full money worth on us and he began squeezing mom’s tits as he reached around my body while I fucked myself up and down on his cock. He was above average but having recently been fucked by a donkey and a giant dildo on the last station I was not entirely impressed. He wanted me to be – he kept whispering in my ear questions about whether I was happy and liked it. No matter how often I nodded he wanted to hear more validation of his size and virility from me.

I was only too happy to oblige while I grinned. I thought about how this scenario may play out at the Semen Hole in the morning and if my brother could use it. We could pretend we had to fuck the guy quickly or else we’d get punished – in fact, I thought that had been one of my grifts – things were all a blur and as mom said they were a bit more serious about it here at the club. Then again – Ted’s punishments FELT serious.

He stuck his smelly finger in my mouth and made me suck it while he used his other hand to play with mom’s pussy telling me to look at my mother. Unlike mom – I didn’t close my eyes at all. I did look at her – mom was beautiful and she was smiling as we embraced. The light in the shadowy room reflecting in her eyes as she swayed slightly to the music while joining me in dancing for this man.

“Bob up and down on his dick the way your brother Conner showed you,” mom encouraged me to bend at the hips and squirm myself around on his dick instead of going straight up and down.

“Ooh, Conner?” the man’s ears perked up “You mean the midget from the show or your real son is actually named Conner?”

“Yes, I mean my real son, Sir” mom kissed me passionately and rubbed his chest as she pressed her body against mine making me the center of the world’s creepiest Oreo.

“Where is he? I want to see him,” the man was clearly aroused. His dick grew slightly and firmed up even more as he grabbed my hips while I bucked around on him gyrating as I did.

“He is my owner – so he is out with the other owners enjoying himself, Sir – he dropped us off here to earn him money,” mom wasn’t entirely lying and I could tell from her tone she enjoyed telling him that and getting his reaction.

“Owner? Ah! Ah…oh fuck, fuck, cum, god-damnit, fuck,” I could feel him spurt through the condom and fill the tip of the reservoir with hot spunk. “You shit!” he grabbed my hips overcome with a gripping euphoria that sapped him of his stamina and the frustration of knowing that once he came the dance was officially over by whatever club rules worked for the back room of the Landing Strip.

“Come on, we’ve got to get on stage right now..” Mom thanked the man and gave him a quick kiss on the lips before smiling at me conspiratorially, beaming with pride at our team work. “They really will punish us if we miss stage time – most of the girls who work the back room are the ones who used to habitually miss stage call in the main room..”

I waved at the man as my mom pulled me up to the stage completely naked – my stripper outfit long since misplaced.