Fantasies Incorporated - The Complete Collection

by Bridy McAvoy

  I took a deep breath and simply stood there for a minute. I wandered over to the side of the stage and bent to pick up my glass. I kept my legs straight as I did so, knowing the skirt slid very high when I did this. I’m pretty sure I flashed them my stocking tops. I took a deep drink and then returned to the center of the stage and nodded to Joseph. He smiled at me and I noticed the others grinned and high fived each other. This had obviously been the plan all along. The singing had been nothing but a ruse. Well I was going to have to show them my tits then wasn’t I and my panties but I wasn’t going to go any further. The other waiter now started up another tune, this one had a more driving regular beat to it; and scuttled out to join the audience with a huge grin on his face.

  There was nothing for it as I began to turn in slow circles on the stage, rocking my hips back and forth to the beat and raising my hands and running them through my hair as I thought about the sequence of my movements; of my exposure.

  With my back to them, I reached behind my neck and; still swaying the hips; undid the hook and eye at the top of the zip. I moved one hand down to my side and began to brush it up and down, deliberately catching the fabric of the skirt so as to raise it and show some leg. The other hand began to pull the zip down as I turned and faced them. With the zip half way down I brought both hands to my sides and grabbing the skirt pulled it up to a position above my stocking tops, but only that much. I bent at the waist facing them knowing that the loosened dress would allow my bra encased breasts to fall forwards a little emphasising the cleavage.

  As I turned round to face the back of the stage and shake my booty at them; I was finding to my own horror that this was arousing me. Five complete strangers, three of whom I didn’t even know their names were about to witness my near naked body. That wasn’t supposed to have an arousing effect on me but it was doing so. I hope Pete isn’t watching; and if he is I hope he doesn’t think I’m enjoying this because that would probably put the kybosh on this relationship.

  I let the skirt fall back down and reached for the zip again. This time I pulled it all the way down to my waist and now the thin black strap of my bra was clearly visible across the white skin showing in the exposed v.

  Summoning up the courage I turned back to face them, all the while keeping the hip movement going and trying to smile reached to the shoulders of the dress. All five of the audience leaned forwards in their seat to get a better view as I simultaneously pulled the dress and shrugged my shoulders clear of the loose fabric. Keeping my hands crossed over my chest I bent forwards at the waist and wiggled my top half at them to appreciative nods from at least three of them. Turning back to face the wall I let the dress drop to hang loosely from the waist and I brought my hands back up to hold my bra cups as I danced around to face them again. The exposure of my taut white stomach brought a couple of appreciate whistles from the two cooks and biting my lip I took a deep breath and threw my hands into the air to expose my bra to them for the first time.

  This time I got a round of applause from them all, including Joseph who smiled broadly at me and nodded for me to continue. I turned away from them again and bringing my hands to my waist pushed at the dress to get it to clear my hips; being very careful not to snag the black panties on the way. I was determined to keep those on at least. I had got the dress just below my hips when I remembered that I had worn my sexiest black panties in order to give Pete a thrill later. Damn; but it was too late now I was committed; at least they were opaque at the front. Quickly I changed my game plan slightly and turned back to face them hoping to conceal the fact that the backside of my panties was thin transparent netting for as long as possible.

  The dress came clear of my hips and now only my fingertips fought against gravity to stop the dress hitting the floor. Taking a deep breath, I let it go and as it pooled on the floor. I danced clear of it and reached down and picked it up looking for somewhere to put it. Alberto solved the problem for me by moving forwards and reaching out for it. With no other option I handed it to him and he moved back to his seat; handing the dress to Joseph who put it on the table next to him just as the song stopped.

  As I stood there, chest heaving from the exertion, gulping in breath and feeling the sweat drying on me from the cool air in the room, I realized that my erect nipples were clearly on show through the thin satin of my bra. I couldn’t help it; I blushed furiously. The five men stood and clapped politely and then Joseph came forward and held out his hand to me. I took his hand and he gently led me down from the stage and seating me at the table offered me a glass of wine. Was my ordeal over? I couldn’t be sure but they were acting like gentlemen towards me. I drank the wine rather quickly and then realized that the other waiter had gone over to the stereo and changed the CD. As the music started Joseph offered me his hand to help me to stand and gestured for me to go back to the stage. As I was about to mount the stage I realized that they could now clearly see that the back of my panties were transparent.

  I stood on the stage for a moment and then started to bump my hips to the even more insistent beat of this record. Over the glass of wine Joseph had whispered to me to leave the stockings on so there was really only one piece of clothing I was prepared to remove and I didn’t really want to do that either.

  Dancing facing them I slowly, teasingly, the best way I knew how, pushed the shoulder straps off and onto my arms. Again I crossed my arms just underneath my breasts, knowing this would push them up and bent forwards at the waist to shimmy. Again the whistles of appreciation sounded; more of them this time. I continued to remove my clothing as slowly as possible hoping to merely flash my boobs as the song finished and grab my dress and leave. I slipped the straps down, knowing this pulled the top edge of the cups down a little and one at a time wriggled my elbows through them so that they hung uselessly but sexily at the sides.

  It was time to go that next mile so I turned around and brought my arms up to the clip at the small of my back. I heard the rustle of movement as they all leaned forwards again for the dénouement. They were clapping in appreciation too – I’d again forgotten that the back of the panties was transparent.

  The clip parted in my hands and as the cups swung free I kept hold of the bra in one hand whilst mashing my breasts to my body with the other arm. Breathing deeply and with a flush across my chest I turned to face them to find Alberto waiting to take the bra from me. I handed it to him with a little curtsy from the waist and he took it and bowed as he did so. This brought chuckles form the rest of the audience as I now danced topless in front of them with both arms mashed crossways across my chest.

  I danced this way for about thirty seconds and realizing that they were becoming a little impatient with my delaying tactics swung away from them again and reversed my hold so that each hand cupped a breast and nothing covered the cleavage. I turned back to them to yet another set of appreciative whistles and knew the final moment of exposure was only a second or so away. I was mortified to find that my nipples; always very sensitive; were trying to dig holes into my palms. That couldn’t be the temperature and I quickly realized I was leaking moisture into the crotch band of my panties too. The song was reaching to the crescendo at the end of the final chorus so closing my eyes I simply raised my hands above my head, stopped dancing and just stood there letting them look their fill at my naked chest.

  The round of applause was very loud as the song ended and I waited for Joseph to let me leave the stage and get dressed again. Instead another song started and the four other men began to clap in time to the beat. They began to chant too.

  “Off. Off. Off. Take them off. Off.”

  Shit! They expected me to continue dancing and looking at Joseph, he indicated I should start dancing again and this time there was only the panties to come off. I shook my head no but he simply nodded yes and glanced meaningfully at the bill on the table in front of him. Obviously me getting topless didn’t qualify as full payment did it?

  Resignedly I started dancing again and tried to
work out how to get out of this with my dignity if not my modesty intact. As I pirouetted topless on the stage, no longer bothering about the transparent back of the panties; after all they were about to come off, I decided that there was no easy way to do this from a standing position. So I leant forwards and shimmied again allowing my naked boobs to hang down. I must admit the seemingly mindless chant was having an effect on me. While shimmying, I gracefully descended to first one knee and then both. I now sat sideways and then reclined until I was lying on my back on the stage. Being a good girl I still kept my hips moving; this time thrusting vertically up and down and then I reached down to my waistband and began to push them off, holding my hips in the air to allow the panties to travel past my bottom.

  Slowly the rear of the panties slipped past my buttocks and the front crept down; first over the flare of my hipbones, and finally over my pussy mound. My sparse blonde pubes came into view but in this position that was all they could see. I was proud that I was a natural blonde, which is why I never shaved completely but didn’t expect to be proving it in this way. I allowed my now naked ass to sink to the wooden stage and began drawing my feet back towards me. This of course brought my knees up and I was able to push the panties nearly to my knees. Keeping my legs in this position I now brought my hands back and levered myself, as gracefully as possible, into a sitting position mashing my breasts against my knees and thus pushing my panties down and off past my feet. I was now naked apart from my stockings and my heels and I knew exactly what they wanted to see next; front view!

  They’d have to wait a little while as I rolled over onto my side facing away, exposing the view of my naked ass before shifting first to a kneeling position and finally to a standing position trying desperately to keep my legs clamped together. Finally standing there was no way to delay this any further so I lifted my hands into the air above my head and entwined my arms together and slowly sashayed around to face them; full frontal.

  The applause was deafening but Joseph was simply looking at me. He raised his hand in front of his face with the fingers pointing downwards and made a delicate slow spreading motion. The meaning was blindingly obvious and I bowed to the inevitable and still standing, still swaying to the music I moved my feet about a foot apart. His hand stayed there but the fingers moved wider. I closed my eyes in resignation and spread my legs another foot or so apart knowing that this exposed my thoroughly moist pussy lips to their relentless gaze. The thought of this generated such emotions that if I hadn’t bitten my lip hard I think I would have groaned out loud. I sincerely hoped that the mini orgasm I had felt has gone unnoticed by the men who now surrounded the stage. I gulped and tried to smile wanly. The music cut off as someone had obviously pushed the remote control and then started up a slow dance. Understanding the implied instruction, I began to sway slightly and as Joseph extended his hand I automatically held mine out to him thinking that this was the end of the ordeal. Big mistake. Joseph handed me down into the carpeted area in front of the stage but instead of leading me to the chair and my clothes and salvation he swept me into his arms and began to slow dance with me. My hands were against his chest and he reached down and took them in his powerful grip; very powerful which surprised me and lifted them to wrap around his neck. His own arms encircled my body and pulled me in very close.

  Now I’d never danced naked with anyone; let alone a stranger who was still fully clothed but the feel of my breasts mashed into his shirt was quite a further turn on for me. His hands dropped from my back towards my waist and then past it to cup my naked buttocks. I was so turned on by what was happening to me that as he leaned in to kiss me my lips parted almost automatically and as his tongue probed for mine I couldn’t stop my body responding. His hands roughly pulled my hips in towards him and I could feel the rock hard shape of his penis against my lower belly. I was finding it hard to breathe when I felt him move his chest away from mine a little without breaking the kiss. I realized the others were crowding around us and I felt one hand on one breast and then one on the other. As they began to tweak my nipples I felt two more hands massaging the back of my thighs above my stockings and as they moved up towards the sheltered crevice my legs relaxed apart giving access to my treasure.

  As eager fingers began to stroke my pussy and my whole body, my whole being spasmed into the most intense orgasm I had ever had.

  That was the signal Joseph had been waiting for. I found myself turned and then pushed down onto my knees and then onto all fours. Joseph wasted no time and before I could react he had opened his fly and shoved a very nice sized cock into me without a pause. I had never been able to take one like that before and as he began to stroke it in and out rhythmically I was quite oblivious to the fact that Pete could see all of this through the one-way glass.

  As Joseph set up the rhythm that he wanted my hips began to thrust back against him. Alberto dropped into a position in front of me and I found my head pulled up to stare at another cock inches from my face. My mouth dropped open and he pushed it towards me with its head pushing my tongue down and out of the way. For the first time in my life I was being used by two cocks at once and I was loving it.

  The show had obviously turned on both my lovers and Alberto was the first. I felt the head of his dick swell up inside my mouth and then his sweet tasting sticky goo was blasting directly into my throat. It was too much for me to handle and as my body wracked into another crashing orgasm the paroxysms of my muscles pushed, and pulled, Joseph with me.

  As Alberto withdrew I barely had time to swallow his load before one of the cooks had taken his place and another hot and eager rod was poking past my teeth. I felt Joseph pull out and as his semen ran down my leg I could feel someone take his place. Then another dick slid into my used pussy and the to and fro rhythm began again. This time the guy in my pussy came first and the final one of the five took me there as well. By the time they were both done, I must have come at least another three times and six orgasms in one session had worn me out. As the last of my lovers, whose name I still didn’t know drew away from me I collapsed panting to the carpeted floor trying desperately to get my breath back.

  Eventually my eyes opened and I realized that all five of them had disappeared. Only Pete knelt at my side and I realized with horror that he had watched it all helplessly from his vantage point. I was about to burst into hysterical apologies when I realized he was smiling gently and handing me a printed card.

  I looked down at the card and my mouth dropped open as I read:

  Fantasies Incorporated: A Gambling Debt

  By: Bridy McAvoy

  All rights reserved

  Copyright © Sept. 2008, Bridy McAvoy

  Cover Art Copyright © Aug 2009, Brightling Spur

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  A Gambling Debt

  Amy hummed to herself as she applied the finishing touches to her hair and makeup. Finally satisfied, she turned back to the bed and picked up the satin slip she intended to wear and then decided it was too staid. She felt a little naughty but why not? She threw the slip back into the drawer and got out the cream camisole top and matching French knickers, dropped her more conservative white bra and panties to the floor, slipped the sexier set on with a delicious wiggle. Finally she slipped on the conservative grey silk skirt and jacket and double checked her image in the mirror.

  This afternoon was important and she wanted to look her best, smart, businessli
ke but also sexy without being blatant. Finally her husband had agreed to let her run her own little boutique in town and today was the day they were going to present the business plan to the bank. As she strung the natural, not cultured pearls, he had given her this morning as an anniversary gift; she couldn’t help smiling at her reflection.

  Damn, girl you sure look good for thirty!

  She heard the car pull up and a moment later her husband opened the front door. Checking her image in the mirror for a final time, she left the bedroom and descended the stairs to see her husband looking up at her with a rather glum look on his face. As she came further into the room she saw three very large men standing there; men she didn’t know. One of them began to speak to her.

  “Mrs. Adams; please sit down over here.”

  He indicated the lounge chair nearest the window. She bridled.

  “This is my house and you will not tell me what to do in it. Please leave now or I’m calling the police.”

  “Just do as he asks, please Amy.”

  The tone of voice her husband used astonished her. Phil was a very tough cookie in the business world and nobody intimidated him. Ever; but he sounded beaten down.

  “I meant no offence Mrs. Adams. But if you would please take a seat and your husband too, I am sure you will understand when we explain this.”

  Numbly she watched her husband obey and she moved across the room and took the chair furthest away from the three men. In passing, she realized they were each at least six foot three and very powerfully built. It was easy to see that they could intimidate a lot of people and she felt quite intimidated by them.

  The one who had been doing the talking up till now continued;

  “You see Mrs. Adams your husband hasn’t been entirely straight with you, have you Phil?”

  Phil Adams shook his head and couldn’t look his wife in the eye.