by Devin U. P.
“Honey, Please. Stop teasing and shove it in.” she said with a slutty expression
Her eyes screamed ‘fuck me’, her drool trailing down her chin and flowing down her cleavage excited me.
“Violate it, ravage it. I want that big cock it me.”
“Yeah, You’re about to get it all right.” I said as I went in for a kiss.
I wrestled her tongue and kissed her like a beast, there wasn’t anything beautiful about that kiss. It was more primal than intimate. We kissed each other for a good five minutes, tasting each other’s saliva. Breathing in each other’s smell and even sharing our air. As I looked into her deep blue eyes I shoved my penis into her pussy. It was tight, like it was anticipating me. It coiled around me and squeezed. Every time I squeezed her ass or boobs her pussy tightened. Our bodies were stuck to each other due to the sweat.
We’ve rarely ever had dirty sex. But today was by far the dirtiest.
I shoved a finger in her ass as I began to pound her. I fingered fucked her ass simultaneously, she began to moan and heave. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, the room was filled with a strong dirty smell of sex.
My dick was hot, with every thrust I slammed against her cervix. I was about to cum soon.
I played with her asshole for a bit.
“I’m about to cum.” I said as I grabbed her tits.
“Me too, cum inside Me.” she said as she licked my chest.
I pushed her down and shot my cum inside her, three powerful and satisfying loads inside her. As our juices mixed inside her pussy, it began tightening around me and milking me dry. The sensation was amazing.
I lost all my strength and collapsed on her my dick still inside her hot pussy. She hugged me as I slept on her tits.
We laid there for some time and had another shower together.
****
“Come on! We’ll be late! There won’t be any tickets left.”
“Relax! It’s a burlesque show. It’s not like we’re going to miss anything.”
“Adam. I told you! It’s not just any Burlesque show. It’s—”
“Madam Claire’s Sin City….yeah, yeah, you’ve told me a hundred times.” I said cutting her off
“Well, come on then!” She said nudging my shoulder
We got down and walked towards the only theatre in our small town. It was built in the early 50’s and it was right in the middle of the town’s main square. As we walked across the street, I could see the entrance and road bustling with an excited crowd.
As we made our way through the crowd to buy the tickets. People were chatting about how lucky we were that an international performer from France decided to come to our tiny town. And gossiping about how beautiful Madam Claire was that apparently she had gotten so many proposals from rich and famous men. People talked about her supposed past as a sheik’s concubine. You know, small town exaggeration at its finest.
Personally, I was a little skeptical as to why she would choose a small town with a population of 150 in Oregon instead of a big city like NYC or L.A or something. I mean why would she come here, if she was so famous? I thought the whole thing was a little shady. But when the news of her arrival came to town everyone went crazy.
The mayor thought it would be a good idea to use her to promote tourism, even though we’re a farming community, and have no tourist attractions whatsoever. Besides our town was like 30 minutes from Portland.
Anyway. We bought the tickets and went inside. The theatre was huge, it was decorated in a grand manner for tonight. The lights were dimmer than usual and the whole place gave of an erotic vibe. I could hear the giggling of the performers, there was a faint lavender like smell mixed with atmosphere of the room and it made me horny. I dragged my wife dragged to our seats impatiently, I was scared people could see my boner.
“What?”
“Nothing. I just wanted to sit.”
She mumbled in annoyance as we sat down. Soon the crowd started pouring in and the theatre was filled to the brim. The smell of lavender was getting stronger and my mind was becoming overpowered and foggy. I looked over at my wife and she too had a dazed look. I chalked it down to ambience and made myself comfortable as the lights went out signifying the start of the show.
The spotlight lit up the center stage and a bright hue of colors flashed across as the music and dancers began their show. The ladies sang and danced, their erotic bodies graced the floor, exciting and teasing the men in the audience.
I looked over at my wife, she looked like she was stoned. She just stared at the show, but it looked like her mind was somewhere else. I was beginning to get concerned so I grabbed her shoulder and nudged her, but she didn’t respond. I looked around and realized all the women around me had the same expression on their face and the men were horny with their eyes glued to the skimpily dressed performers.
Then the show started becoming a little weird.
I realized my boner was back, actually it had never left. The whole point of a burlesque show is to tease you with the performer’s half naked body. They don’t actually show everything. More importantly it’s the sing and dancing that’s important.
But in this show. The performers stripped down and began to show the audience their jiggling breasts and well defined ass and pussy. I held the tent that had formed in my pants and tried to resist. But they jumped from the stage and danced their way to the men in the audience, sitting on their laps, pressing their boobs against peoples face and smothering their dicks with their ass.
I looked over to my wife but her eyes were still glued onto the stage. Soon one of the performers came to me and sat on my lap as she sang to the music in chorus.
She touched her naked pussy to my hard dick and started rubbing it, making a wet patch on my pants. She brought her boobs so close to my face I could smell. The same faint lavender essential oil emanating from her body.
The overwhelming smell made dazed me for a moment during which I had fantasies of having sex with this performer who I met today. But the images were so vivid and lucid.
She got up and joined the group of women as they began their chorus, leaving me horny as fuck as I had pre-cum leaking in my pants.
After the chorus was done it was time for the solo, the last part of the show. The beautiful performers danced in an arch shape making way for Madame Claire. I came back to my senses and looked over to my wife, scared as shit to what she would do after all that. But she was smiling at me, it was the creepiest smile ever. Like she wasn’t here.
Then Madame Claire entered the room with slow jazz music. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Her skimpy feathery dress that complemented her slender legs and bombshell body. Her short blonde hair that was glistening, and her massive breasts that mesmerized the crowd as she twisted and turned to the music. The tassels covering her nipples and even her ass that jiggled and bounced as she sang and danced. Most of all it was her green eyes that captivated me.
I wanted to go on stage and fuck her. That’s how horny I was, just from looking at her.
The smell and the music began to harmonize and create a calm and different kind of atmosphere. That’s when it happened, as Madame Claire decided to strip down to just her silky diamond embedded panties and nipple tassels. The time seemed to slow down.
Like time actually slowed down, the music was really slow and the movements became fluid. And then as she moved around the stage with her feathery scarf. I looked over at my wife, who for a moment looked exactly like Madame Claire. It was like she was sitting right next to naked and teasing me.
I looked around and every single woman looked exactly like her. The men were looking around just like me, just as confused.
I tried moving, I was freaking out but my body was paralyzed from the neck down. I couldn’t move, the only thing I could focus on was that really overwhelming smell of lavender. It felt like that smell was coursing through my bloodstream, like an aphrodisiac that was making my dick really hard like I had taken Viagra. It
was on the brim of bursting cum.
I looked at the men in the room and there were in the same position.
That’s when I realized something was seriously wrong. I looked over at the stage, at Madame Claire and for a scary moment she looked right at me. It was like our eyes had fused their gaze and I was gravitating towards her. In all the people in the audience she looked directly at me and I felt an unusual sense of pride and an elevated sense of happiness and joy.
It was like the love of my life was looking directly at me. She smiled and stripped down to her bare body. She was so beautiful, like one of those beautiful women from old paintings. She came down the steps and came directly to me. I was ecstatic.
I felt her hand on my thigh, she bent down to my pants and rubbed my erect penis. She looked at me with those green eyes and flashed a naughty smile. She licked her dark red lips and unzipped my pants, flashing my hard 7 inch penis in full view for the entire world to see. In the middle of a fucking theatre. But I felt no shame, just hazy happiness that clouded my mind.
First she kissed me on the tip of my dick with her bright red lips, that alone made me cum but something held it in. I had no control over my body just bursts of pleasure coursed through me every time she touched me. Her soft hands gripped my balls as she took it in started sucking on it. Her tongue was wet and he heat was awesome, it moved all over my penis. She began sucking the pre-cum right out and drinking it. I was so horny that I was about to cum, she noticed it. She took it deep into her throat and swirled her tongue around my cock while sucking it. The pleasure was insane, the heat from her throat and the warmth of her slimy saliva made me blow my load directly into her throat. The cum flowed like an endless stream from my cock, it was like I had no control. I was drained in a minute but the pleasure lasted for what felt like hours. She swallowed everything.
I wanted to enjoy the after-glow but I had to look around, afraid that people might have noticed. As I turned my head as I began to regain control over my body and saw that every woman in the theatre was blowing a man, they all looked like Madame Claire and they were all sucking on a man’s penis. Even the performers on stage had come into the audience and sucking the single men.
It was so weird, the whole thing was weird. I thought I was in some kind of a crazy sex dream. But I knew I was lucid because I kept having a sensory overload.
I looked over to the stage and there she was standing like nothing had happened, and just as everything had begun she just smiled and clapped. It seemed like she was done with the show as the curtains dropped. The lights went out again and when it came back on after what seemed like at least ten minutes.
Everyone was dazed for a second and confused but then they all began clapping. I immediately looked over to my wife and there she was sitting, smiling at me like nothing had happened.
“Honey! Are you alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” she said looked at my face
Not a ghost, but there was no way any of this was normal. I looked at the other men and most of them had the same expression as me and some were still way too dazed. Like there had lost all motor skills.
I regained movement. I stood up and looked around, most of the men were delirious and confused but the women were calm. I grabbed my wife’s hand and rushed to the door.
The whole situation was bizarre. As we made our way to the car, I asked her if she remembered anything.
“What do you mean?” she said as she sat down
“What do you remember from the show?”
“I remember the songs and the dancing…”
“No I mean the blowjob she gave me during the end, and the other women. You were acting strange! Don’t you remember?”
“What Blowjob? What are you talking about? Did you sleep during the show? Maybe it was a dream.”
“A dream? But it was so vivid.”
Maybe it actually was a dream. It certainly wasn’t the first time I had slumbered off during a show. Well, whatever. I drove home, chalking it down to a weird dream.
When we got home I showered and went to sleep, I was unusually exhausted. I dreamt of having passionate sex with Madame Claire. I woke up in the middle of the night to grab a glass of water. My throat was parched and my body felt lethargic, I looked over at Felicia. She was sound asleep next to me. I covered her shoulders with the blanket and went to the kitchen.
My head felt foggy and my body grew heavy with every step. I thought I was coming down with something. The glass of water helped. I looked over at the clock. It was 4.39am, I yawned and walked over to the stairs.
I stopped just before the step leading to the first floor hallway. There was a familiar smell in the air, it was that same lavender smell that filled the theatre. I was glued to the floor. I was crippled with fear.
My instincts were screaming at me to not move forward. But that smell was so addictive, so erotic and hypnotizing. It was coming from the bedroom, my wife was still sleeping. Either way I had to go get her, even if I wanted to leave.
As I made my way to the room the smell became stronger and made me weaker. My boner was back. I was rock hard, it was leaking pre-cum. The dim light was on.
I peeked through the door. And what I saw was mind blowing. I thought I had gone crazy for a moment, or rather still dreaming but I knew I wasn’t. My wife, well I knew she was my wife because the naked woman sitting on the bed certainly had my wife’s face.
But everything else was off. Her boobs were bigger, In fact they were huge. Her jet black hair was blonde. Her waist was bigger and so were her thighs, she had become curvier. But she had the same face, the same mole below her left eye.
But she was definitely sexier than before. The most fucked up part was that I had seen this body before. It was on stage, that body that made me lust after belonged to Claire.
I walked up to my wife, she just smiled and looked dazed. It was like my wife’s face had been plastered on Claire’s body. It was the freakiest thing ever. I wanted to scream, but I was so tired. My body just moved on its own, like my mind had become detached from my body.
“Felicia…” I called out to my wife mustering what little strength I had left.
But she just looked at me a smiled.
Before I realized I was on the bed naked with my naked wife towering over me.
“Why are you…what?” I couldn’t speak
She smiled and stripped me bare.
Even in this situation my penis was rock hard and staring at her, hoping to penetrate the beautiful goddess in front and impregnate her.
As my dick started twitching in excitement, deep down I knew I wanted this. I hadn’t been this horny since the day I lost my virginity.
Sensing my excitement she squeezed her soft body on my chest and began kissing me. The kiss was deep, it made me lose my sense of being for a moment and forcefully locked me in a place where pleasure was the only thing I could feel. Joy flowing through every fiber of my body is the only way I can explain the sensation.
As I struggled to grab on to my conscious, she stopped kissing me and moved down to my dick.
It was bursting with pre-cum. Without saying a word she started sucking on it. The same warmth I had felt during the theatre started radiating from my penis. I could barely hold on.
Her violent sucking didn’t help. And as I was about to cum, she grabbed the base and stopped sucking. She licked her saliva and a little of the cum from the tip and swallowed it. She whispered ‘inside’ and thrust my dick into her pussy. Her pussy was wet, her walls squeezed me with a smooth velvet like sensation and yet the sticky heat churned around my penis milking it. She bounced on my dick, violently fucking me. Even though I couldn’t move an inch the pleasure was unbelievable. It almost made me lose my sanity.
As she jerked the bed her tits bounced, droplets of her sweat sprayed everywhere. This woman wasn’t my wife. Her mannerisms had become different and her body didn’t have the same softness. Most of all her pussy was different, the sensation around my penis was no
t the same.
Taking the lead during sex was one thing but dominating me like a little boy, this woman was ominous. I realized the reason I was uncomfortable even in this situation was this woman’s eyes.
As I stared into them I realized, for her this was a process. Her eyes were cold, no joy. Nothing. Even though it was my wife’s face, actually because it was my wife’s face I knew that this woman treated sex as a routine.
She gave one last jerk and my body that had been so tight started to loosen up, in fact my body became so light that every single tension and pain in my body escaped with bursts of my cum. As I filled this woman, it felt like a major part of me was being ripped from my body.
And then in the midst of sublime pleasure, something brought me back to reality. A fear of death.
I mustered all my strength and grabbed her shoulders, “What is happening? Where is my wife?”
She pushed me back on the bed and started laughing.
“Interesting, you seem to have the most vitality in this entire town. The other men would have been out by now. Most can’t hold on to their sanity when they fuck me.”
“What are you talking about? Why do you look like my wife?” I said panting.
My throat was parched and my body felt heavy. I most fucked up part was, even though I looked normal, when I got a glimpse of my reflection on a nearby mirror. My body looked boney and drained, like the water had been sucked right out of me.
I thought I was losing my mind.
“What did you do?” I said with a hoarse voice.
Even my voice was fucked up.
“Amazing!” she said jumping of the bed
“All the other men are already dead.” She said gleefully.
“What are you talking about? Other men? What did you do to Felicia? You’re Claire Right?”
“Ah…So many questions! Yes I’m Claire. Fine as a present for lasting this long let me reward you. I’ll answer your questions.” She said sitting next to me
“This town if my new feeding ground, well it a lot more complicated.” She continued
“What are you trying to say?” I said getting annoyed