KRISTI10 Sexxy NixPixers KRISTI and PAN HANDLE tell all! NixPix 303/920-1263 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!