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                        Chapter 10
  Kristi had chosen for her fantasy a secret dream that
she had never before told Phillip.  She had a craving, a
secret desire to be fucked in front of a room full of
strangers.  Up to now, the only time she was anywhere close
to fulfilling this secret need was when she and Phillip or
she and a lover would perform the sex act during an orgy.
But this was going to be different.  This was a case of
having every eye in the room on her, on her pussy, on her
mouth, as a dick was sliding in and out, getting bigger and
hotter until it finally explodes its creamy load right into
her in front of an entire group of depraved, horny strangers.
Her pussy was finally going to be the center of attraction.
It was going to be her alone that would become the sexual
centre of lust for a roomful of strangers.
     And what was going to make this even more special was
the fact her husband would be in the audience, watching,
hearing other men cheer her on, seeing the lust in the faces
of the audience and watching as total strangers pulled on
their cocks in lustful abandonment while they watch his wife
get royally fucked on a stage in front of them.  Thinking
about this almost triggered a round of spasms in Kristi's
pussy as she rode to the theater in the back of the limo.
     When Phillip spotted the theater, he asked Jeffery to
stop.  He told Kristi he would go in and make the
arrangements for her.
     "I can make my own arrangements.  You wait here in the
car.  I'll send for you when I'm ready."
  Kristi spoke the words like a four star general.  Part 
of her fantasy was to set up the whole thing herself.  If 
Phillip wasn't present when the deal was cut, he would be more 
shocked when he witnessed her act.  That aspect of the fantasy 
was very important to her.  She was about to act like a whore 
in front of her husband, and whores don't need permission from 
anyone to be whores.
     She got out of the car and started into the theater.
Phillip lowered the window between Jeffery and himself and
spoke to the driver.
     "Follow her, will you Jeff?  Keep back and don't let her
see you.  Don't interfere unless she's in danger and report
back to me as soon as you know something."  Phillip wasn't
about to spoil Kristi's fun, but this was New York, and you
didn't just let your wife walk into a place like this without
some sort of protection.
     Jeffery followed her into the theater.  It was a much
nicer place then he had expected it to be.  At one time, it
was probably a first run theater, where respectable people
came to be entertained.  Now it was sandwiched in between the
hundred or so porno palaces for which 42nd street was
internationally known.  The lobby was finished in a garish
red and gold trim.  On the flocked wall were mini-marquees
advertising movies that were playing in different theaters
along the strip.  Jeffery watched as Kristi asked the man
behind the cashier's cage for directions.  He pointed to a
staircase and then hooked his finger in a leftward direction
as if indicating which door she was looking for.  His manner
was one that might suggest he was giving directions to the
ladies room, instead of telling this foxy lady where she
could find the man who could give her permission to fuck her
brains out on a stage in front of a hundred different men.
     Jeffery followed her up the staircase, being very
careful not to be seen.  He had long ago stopped trying to
make sense out of the actions of his clients.  The richer
they were, the kinkier their games.  He waited when she
knocked on the door and watched as she opened it, went in and
closed it behind her.  There was nothing for him to do now
but wait.
     Phillip was sitting in the limo watching the activity on
the sidewalk.  Without a doubt, every perversity in the world
could be found right here within a six block radius of where
he was sitting.  For a moment, Phillip started to reflect on
the path of his life that had led him to be in the back of a
limo in New York City watching whores, pimps and police as
they made their way through the concrete jungle, a jungle
filled with predators of every type.  But this was just a
momentary reflection.  His eyes stopped on the nimble body of
a girl who couldn't have been more than sixteen years of age,
the ring around his cock started to dig in again.
     Kristi looked at the manager of the theater and for just
a second, lost her resolve.  He was a greasy, nasty looking
man.  He was not a man she would have spoken to if she had
met him on the street, but now, she was about to seek his
permission to fuck publicly in his theater.  Gathering her
courage, she began to speak.
     "Excuse me.  Are you Mr. Timms?
     Without looking up, he replied, "Why you wanna know?"
     "The man downstairs said that I had to talk to you if i
wanted to be in the show tonight."
     Timms looked up and said, "You a cop?"
     "No."
     "And you wanna be in our show?"
     "Yes," then she added, almost as an afterthought, "I'm
an amateur."
     "No shit!" He said with mock surprise.
     "Well, can I be in the show?  Kristi was already getting
a bit tired of this two-bit grease ball.
     "Yeah, sure.  You can be in the show.  You got a
partner?"
     "A partner?"
     "Yeah, a partner.  What you gonna do lady, fuck
yourself?"  You gonna need someone to stick it to you.  If
you ain't got no partner, I can get you one.  They's always
lots of volunteers every night.  You wanna fuck a white guy
or a black dude?"
     One thing Kristi could say about Timms, he certainly
didn't mince words.  Kristi thought for a minute an answered,
"A black man would be nice."
     "I doubt that he'll be nice, but I'll fix you up.  Show
starts in 40 minutes.  Take this note down stairs and go into
the door marked 'Employees Only.'  When you go in, ask for
Silky.  Tell he I said you was to get the Trinidad.  Got it?"
     "Sure."  Kristi bent forward to pick the note up off
Timm's desk.  He moved his hand over heres and looked up at
her and she recognized the look of raw lust.
     "You wanna give me a little sample of how good you are?
I wouldn't mind you sucking my dick a little."
     Kristi was tempted.  After all, she reasoned, a whore's
a whore, but if she had to be on stage in less than an hour,
she had a lot to do.
     "After the show, I'll suck your nuts through your dick."
     "Sure.  Sure you will."  He was looking back at his
desk, not at her.  "I'm sure you will."
     Kristi left the dingy little office and went back
downstairs.  She'd spotted Jeffery in the hall way and smiled
to herself.  Phillip was such a dear.  He hadn't wanted to
interfere, yet he didn't want to leave her unprotected.  She
waited at the foot of the stairs until Jeffery came back
down.
     "Hello, Jeffery," she said calmly.
     "Oh, hello, ma'am.  I was just ah, I was..."
     "I know what you were doing.  It's alright.  Go tell
Phillip that I'm on in about a half hour, and that I have to
get ready.  Tell him my stage name will be Nicole and tell
him that I hope he enjoys the show."  Kristi knew before the
night was over that Phillip's dick would be sore for a week.

She was almost tempted to send the key for the cock ring out
with Jeffery, but knowing pain was a turn-on for Phillip, she
decided to let him enjoy himself just a little longer.
 
     "Doesn't that hurt your dick?"  The young girl had asked
Phillip when he pulled his cock out for her to suck.
     "Only when it gets hard," he answered.
     "But doesn't it get hard when I touch it?"
     "It gets very hard when you touch it, and it's going to
get even harder when you suck it.  But after I come, it will
get soft again, and it'll stop hurting.  Now, put your mouth
on my dick and start sucking."  He had spoken to her like she
was a little girl, not a whore working the streets of New
York.  She knew what he wanted and even if she did look young
and innocent, this girl had sucked more dicks then you could
get on a troop ship.  She understood what the cock ring was
for, and as she was sucking Phillip, she would from time to
time put a little more pressure around the base of his cock,
causing the ring to dig deeper into his tender flesh, and
when she did, he would jerk back just a little, and his dick
would seem to get harder still.
     Tammy had been sucking dicks for six years now.  She
looked like she was sixteen, but she was actually twenty.
This was not her first blow job in the back of a limo.  One
of the drawbacks to working the street was that very often
the tricks didn't want to go into a private place, such as a
hotel room or at least a car.  Tammy had sucked many a dick
while kneeling in an alley or just inside a closed shop
entrance.  At least in the back of this limo, she had a soft
carpet to knell on.
     As her tongue went up and down on the newest cock to
visit her mouth, Tammy had a chance to think about her
surroundings.  It was warm in the limo, and she actually felt
safe for the time being.  In a world full of men who don't
see her for anything other than a place to rub their dicks,
this short respite from the coldness of New York was almost
welcome.  She reached her hand down to the ring he was
wearing around his cock and squeezed with gentle pressure.
His come started to ooze out of his dick.  Tammy kept sucking
and swallowing.  She usually didn't let her trick come in her
mouth, and she never swallowed it, but tonight, she sensed
this guy was different.  She had wanted to give him something
special.  She didn't know why, she just did.
     The world is full of strange things.  A man in the back
of a black limousine with a diamond studded cock ring around
his dick with a young hooker sucking and squeezing him for
all she's worth was just another strange occurrence in a
strange world.
     She finished sucking Phillip just as the rap came on the
limo window.
     "It's okay.  It's just the driver."  Phillip told Tammy
as she adjusted her tank top to conceal her tiny breasts.  He
reached inside his billfold and handed her a hundred dollar
bill.  "Here," he said, "Here's a tip for you.  You were
perfect!"
     Tammy scurried out of the car, and back to her life of
strange men with strange needs.  She never looked back.
     After she was gone, and Phillip had returned his now
much limper cock to the safety of his trousers, Jeffery
lowered the partition between the two men.
     "Did you follow Kristi?" Phillip asked.
     "Yes sir," Jeffery replied.  "She told me to tell you
that she would be on in..." Jeffery looked at his watch, "in
about thirty minutes and that she was using the name 'Nicole'
and that she was very sorry about the bracelet."
     Jeffery was proud of himself.  He was sure he remembered
everything Kristi had said, even though none of it made any
sense to him.
     "Why don't we go in now, then," Phillip suggested.
     "You want me to go in there with you, sir?"  Jeff was
surprised.  He had taken people everywhere in New York, but
when they got to where they were going, very seldom did they
invite him in.
     "I'm wouldn't have you miss this for the world.  And
neither would Nicole, I'm sure."
  
     Phillip was surprised at the amount of people who were
already in the theater.  There were at least fifty men
milling around the isles, and at least that many already
seated.  He and Jeffery found two seats in the third row and
sat down.  As Phillip looked around the theater, he was
mildly shocked to see the caliber of the customers.  They
were not the seedy greasy types that he had expected.
Instead, he found that for the most part, they were well-
dressed middle class New Yorkers.  he was even more surprised
to see that several of the men had women with them.  Even so,
the sexual tension in the air was thick enough to slice for
toast.
     Jeffery leaned over and asked Phillip, "Just exactly
what kind of theater is this.  I mean, this is a porno movie
house, isn't it?"
     "Sort of," answered Phillip.  "It features live sex
     acts." "I don't follow you, sir."  Jeffery was confused
     now.  He had wondered why Kristi had come in here to
     begin
with, and now, after finding out what kind of place this was,
well, none of this made any sense to him.  Unless... No, that
was ridiculous!  He was about to ask Phillip another question
when the lights started to dim.  A man in a white tuxedo
walked unto the stage with a microphone in his hand.
     "Welcome to the Saturday Night Amateur Contest at the
Silken Garter Theater.  As many of you know, each Saturday
night, the Silken Garter turns its stage over to a bevy of
beautiful women and a gang of great gents.  Each couple is
allowed twenty minutes to entertain you.  During that time
you will see them touch each other, they will remove each
other's clothes, and they will fondle, suckle and perhaps, if
they don't lose their nerve, or their ability, you may even
see them fuck.  Now please understand that these are not
professional actors.  These people are merely on this stage
to compete with each other for the two hundred dollar cash
prize.  If they do something you like, cheer them on.  If
they lose their nerve and run off the stage, well, we can't
all be winners, can we?"
     The MC seemed bored with what he was saying.  Then he
continued. 
"Now, without further delay, let me present our
first contestants.  From California, the land of fruit and
nuts, comes Vicki and her friend, Jake.  Let's give a big
Silken Garter welcome, for Vicki and Jake!"
     The lights on the stage went out for a moment and then
the curtain opened.  Phillip watched as the first couple
entered the stage and took a bow.  Vicki was a nice looking
woman in her early 20's.  She had blonde hair and a nice
figure.  There was nothing exceptional about her and if
Phillip had seen her on the street, he certainly wouldn't
have pegged her for a sex star.  Her partner, Jake, was also
a nice looking young man.  He looked like he might have been
about 30, maybe a bit younger.  They were obviously nervous
and their movements were stiff and unconvincing.  The pair
began to undress each other and when they were naked, Vicki
reached for Jake's cock.  She seemed to be trying to unscrew
it from his body, and after a few minutes of this hand to
cock combat, the audience grew impatient.
    "Put it in you mouth, bitch!"  Someone screamed from the
back of the theater.
     "Make her eat your dick!" Someone else hollered.
     "Get off the stage if you're not going to fuck him,"
still a third voice yelled.
     Vicki started to cry, grabbed her clothes and ran off
the stage, obviously embarrassed that she had failed to be
wanton enough for this crowd.  Jake was a little cooler.  He
gathered his garments and walked off the platform with a bit
more dignity.  After all, his walk seemed to say, it wasn't
his fault the girl had failed to perform.  He had been more
than ready for her.  His cock had been hard and willing.  The
announcer bounced back into the spotlight and picked up where
he'd left off before.
     "Well, let's give a big hand to Vicki and Jake.  They
weren't the hottest I've ever seen, but what the hell, they
tried.  Let's give them a big hand.  The theater was silent.
Talk about a tough audience.  Phillip was having doubts about
this whole thing when the something the announcer said caught
his ear.
     "Now, from right here in little ole New York, comes
Nicole and her African lover, Trinidad!  Let's give them a
big welcome as they come to you with sex on their minds."
     Once again the theater darkened.  This time when the
lights came back on, standing on the stage next to the
biggest black man Phillip had ever seen, was Kristi.  She was
wearing only the green corset and panties he'd given her to
wear tonight.  Even in her high heels, she only came half-way
up the black man's chest.  Her partner, Trinidad was wearing
a white headband, no shirt, and a tight pair of white pants.
With every breath he took, his huge hairy chest would heave
outward and outline the ripple of his pectoral muscles.  His
arms were as big around as Kristi's thighs, and if the
snugness of his pants were any indication, his arms weren't
the only part of his anatomy that was thick and bulging.
     Kristi took her hand and slid it across the front of his
white pants while the entire theater watched.  She had seen
the first couple and wasn't about to make the same mistakes.
She threw herself into the part instantly!  As her left hand
fondled the big man's cock through his pants, her right hand
was raking his chest with her painted red nails.  She took
his nipples between her fingers and while she twirled them
and pinched them, they became visible hard and when she put
her lips on them, leaving behind the wet, glistening
evidence of her mouth, the crowd was hooked.  Kristi began to
unzip her black lover's pants.  As the zipper opened, you
could hear a pin drop in the theater.  Her small white hand
disappeared into his pants and when it came out again,
seconds later, it held the base of his cock.  The rest of his
twelve inch tool was swaying in front of him like an
elephant's trunk.
     Kristi dropped to her knees and began to lick and suckle
his dick right on the stage.  The large man undid his belt
and unsnapped the waistband of his pants.  Without letting
his cock fall from her mouth, Kristi pulled and tugged his
form fitting pants off his ass and down his legs.  He stepped
out of the pile of cloth at his feet and still without
breaking contact with her mouth, he kicked his pants off to
the side of the stage.
     Kristi was sitting now on the floor of the stage facing
the audience.  The black man was standing over her, also
facing the audience, his big dark cock draped over the white
woman's forehead and across her face, into her mouth.  He
bent forward, and for the first time that night, gave relief
to Kristi's tender nipples.  Freeing them from within the
confines of the green corset, he rubbed and pulled her
perfect bullet nipples for the entire room to see.  His
massive black hands were capable of completely covering her
round soft tits, and as they traveled across that silky soft
expanse of breasts, it was obvious that Kristi was getting
very hot.
     The big man reached down and jerked the white whore from
his cock.  She had been sucking him like a tick on a blue
hound, but he wanted more than that from her.  His 12" dick
was going to split this white bitch in two.  He pulled her to
her feet, and with one hand, rippled her panties from her
crotch.  Kristi almost came right then and there, but she
wanted to wait as much as her black stud had wanted to.  The
coolness of the theater air rushed against her pussy, and the
sensation, coupled with the knowledge that her husband was
somewhere in the audience watching his wife act like a slut,
was almost enough to send her into spasms.
     The audience was going wild!  Men were screaming to the
black man.
     "Fuck her!" yelled one.
     "Fuck that white bitch!" screamed another.
     "Stick that big black cock into her pink pussy!"  This
one from a white woman seated two chairs to the right of
Phillip.
     "Stick it in her!" yelled Phillip, himself.  He was a
little surprised that he had yelled that out.  So was
Jeffery.
     Holding Kristi with his right arm, the black man reached
up and undid his headband.  In a move so quick, that most of
the audience missed the maneuver, Trinidad pulled Kristi's
hands behind her back and tied them together.  She couldn't
stop the big black man now if she wanted to.  And she sure as
hell didn't want to.
     The African pushed his white whore down to the cushions
that covered the stage.  With one hand, he grabbed he left
ankle and jerked her to the very edge of the stage.  He then
pulled her upright, as if she was standing on her head.  With
her arms tied behind her back, there was no defensive move
Kristi could make.  She had surrendered her fate to this
monster and now could only wait to see what he would do to
her next.  She didn't have long to wait.  Grabbing her other
ankle, he lifted her off the stage.  His arms were straight
up in the air, and her body  dangled in front of him, like so
much meat.  he was holding her high enough for her pussy to
be right in front of his mouth.  His dick was poking her in
the chin as she dangled there in thin air.
     Her black master just laughed as she bobbed her head,
trying to reach his cock.  The bitch wanted black meat in her
and she was about to get her fill.  His long pink tongue
licked the moist slit of her pussy in a long exaggerated
slurp.  The crowd cheered!  All over the theater men had
pulled their peckers out of their pants and were stroking
their own dicks, and in many cases, someone else's.  There
was no mistake; what was going on right now on that stage was
the real thing.  The huge black man was about to rape the
white whore, and every man in the theater couldn't wait to
see her get fucked.  Every single man.  Phillip included.
     A chant started in the back of the theater and moved
forward.
     "Fuck her!  Fuck her!  Fuck her!"  It spread throughout
the audience by now.
     "Fuck her!  Fuck her!  Fuck her!"  It even spread to the
third row of spectators and every man on that third row
joined in.  All were rubbing their cocks, some through their
pants, some with their cocks exposed.  Some, like Jeffery had
taken their dicks out and were masturbating right in their
seats.
     "Fuck her!  Fuck her!  Fuck her!"  They were all calling
for Kristi's immediate fucking.  And while he was chanting,
Phillip knew that more than anything, his wife was about to
have the orgasm of her life.  And this African was going to
give it to her!  While he watched.  While they all watched.
     The Black took his captive and dropped her on the bed
that was in the center of the stage.  Her head was hanging
over the edge of the bed, her hands still tied behind her
back and she was laying on them now.  Seeing the audience
from this position made Kristi realize how helpless she
really was.  The black stud pulled her legs up and apart and
for just a moment he looked down on the rich white bitch that
had thought it "might be nice" to fuck a black dude on stage,
and then, with single minded purpose, he stabbed her between
her widely spread legs with his iron hard dick.  In one
thrust, he rammed his 12" cock straight up her pussy.  In
front of a hundred men and a dozen women she'd never seen
before, Kristi was forced not only to accept this rough fuck,
but she was forced t surrender total control of her body to
this stranger, this African rapist who now forced the
ultimate humiliation on her.  He made her come in front of
this entire audience as he pumped his white cream into her
cunt until it overflowed unto the mattress beneath her.
     Kristi had the fuck of her life.  And her husband had
watched it all.  That was all she could think of.  That, and
wanting to go home!
     Her black master had other ideas.  Pulling his wet dark
cunt from deep within her steaming cunt, he grabbed her
ankles again and this time twirled her around on the bed so
that her dripping pussy now faced the audience.  The black
man's cock was still rock hard, and it pointed toward the
crowd when he walked forward and said, "Anybody out there
want to clean this bitch up?"
     Phillip couldn't believe it.  His wife was laying semi-
naked on a bed, her arms bound behind her back, in the center
of a stage with a black man's come dripping from between her
open legs while a hundred pairs of eyes were drinking in her
whorish behavior.  And the African who had just fucked her
was now offering her to anyone else who wanted to have her.
     Phillip started to stand.  Jeffery grabbed his arm and
said, "Let me help you with this, sir."  With that he bounded
up the aisle and unto the stage.  His dick was still dangling
between his legs, and he obviously had only one purpose at
that moment.
     Trinidad stood aside as the limo driver knelt down and
placed his mouth over Kristi's pussy, licking her inside and
out.  Kristi didn't know who was licking her clit.  She heard
the black man ask for a volunteer from the audience and she
could see the African standing at the side of the bed.
Whoever was eating her pussy was an expert.  She was too
tired and too fucked out to lift her head and watch.
     Phillip stared with disbelief as Jeffery ran his tongue
in and out Kristi's cunt.  The crowd was wild!  Almost an
hour had passed since the announcer introduced the African
and Kristi, and now, the entire audience was caught up in the
sexual frenzy.  All caused by his wife.  He looked around the
theater.  Almost every person there was involved in some form
of sexual release.  Those that weren't stroking their own
dicks, were sucking someone else's.  Every woman in the place
had at least one dick in their mouth, and one in each hand.
Even Phillip had his dick out and was pumping it as he
watched Jeffery work his tongue in and out of Kristi's creamy
pussy.
     As Phillip watched, Jeffery took his tongue out of
Kristi's cunt and replaced it with his dick.  At that point,
it didn't matter to Jeffery if he ever worked for Phillip
again.  All that did matter was that his dick was hard and
meant to fuck Kristi for all he was worth.  What a hot piece
of ass!  As he was pumping into her pussy, all Jeffery could
think of was how hot Kristi was.  Her cunt was burning his
dick and he couldn't get enough.  It didn't matter to him
that the room was a beehive of sexual activity.  It didn't

even matter to him that someone was licking his ass and
fingering his asshole while he fucked Kristi on the stage.
And it didn't matter that that someone was Phillip!