Ken didn't exactly know how to accept Cindy's suggestion that he perform with her at an exhibition. However, when they had finished their wild sexual encounter Cindy gave him her number.
"I'm putting this on my gold calling card," she smiled, "and that's what it can mean to you, tiger. Whatever you do, don't forget. It's next Saturday night that I've arranged an exhibition."
Still hardly able to imagine himself involved in an exhibition, Ken shook his head.
"I believe in one-night stands," he told her.
"I do, too," Cindy confided, her innocent-looking face smiling at him now, "but when it comes to money, baby, we have to break the rules."
Figuring that he might as well play along with her idea, Ken agreed.
"All right," he smiled.
At this point Cindy was hot for his body. And she didn't hesitate to tell him so either.
"I enjoyed sex with you," she told him, "and I'm looking forward to Saturday night." That weekend when Ken told him mom and dad he had a date, his mother immediately asked him with whom.
"Oh, just a girl named Cindy," he told her.
"Someone from the high school?" his mother asked curiously.
"No, mom, not exactly," he told her.
At that point his father, who'd been reading the sports pages in the newspaper, became interested. Putting his beer aside he looked up at his young son and asked him, "Who are you going out with, son?"
"A nice girl," he replied.
It was obvious that he didn't care to talk about it any longer. As he left the house, his mother called after him, "Take a coat with you. It's cold out tonight."
Shaking his head, he waved good-bye to her.
Cindy was waiting for him when he arrived at her apartment. She was nervous and looking at her watch.
"I thought you'd never make it," she complained. "You know we're going to be late. And that isn't good."
Ken apologized.
"I'm sorry," he assured her, "but I had some things to do."
He followed Cindy to her car. As they drove on the freeway he asked her where the house was.
"It's in a nice suburb," she explained, "where the rich people live. I wish I could make it out there sometime. But I'd have to go to another location."
Ken didn't understand why and asked her.
"Don't you like it here?"
Shaking her head she explained, "The reason I don't like it here is because I don't know too many people around town. And that doesn't help."
When they pulled up to the Georgian mansion with the slanting green lawns, Ken realized that whoever was paying for their exhibition was apparently quite wealthy.
"Looks like these people are really living," he observed.
Cindy smiled.
"Yes, they seem to be doing very well. At least, they're paying us well and that's all I'm concerned with."
Parking her car at the side of the house, Cindy and Ken got out together and walked toward the big white pillars that fronted the house.
"I've never been in a place quite this elegant," Ken told her.
"Oh, you'll get used to nice places if you stay around me," Cindy assured him.
As they entered the huge structure a butler answered the door.
"Good evening," he greeted them.
"Good evening," Cindy smiled. "We're the entertainers."
"Yes, of course," the butler said, ushering them up to the second floor.
Opening a large bedroom door he told them that Nick would be with them shortly. They hadn't been in there five minutes before Nick entered.
Nick was a short, swarthy man with heavy eyebrows and a rather wicked grin on his face.
"Well, well," he smiled, "I wish we could have had you bring a dog along. But I guess we'll have to settle for… who are you?"
Nick's eyes focused on Ken. Ken felt small now. It was disgusting he thought to be talked to like this.
"I'm gonna make it with her," he said under his breath.
Flashing him a knowing smile, Ken saw that Nick agreed.
"Well, that's good, kid," he told him, "I didn't think you came here to make it with me."
Nick laughed hilariously but Cindy didn't find it funny nor did Ken.
"Nick has a very warped sense of humor, Ken," she said as she started to strip.
Nick's eyes focused on Cindy's body as she tossed her skirt aside and prepared to remove her filmy blouse.
"Hey, you've got a great shape, baby," Nick said. "Maybe you could stay after a little while tonight, if you know what I mean."
Nick winked and Cindy shook her head.
"I'd better run the kid home," she explained. "We don't want to get him in any trouble. His folks would wonder what was happening if we kept him out too late."
It was apparent to Ken that Cindy was displaying some concern over his welfare and he appreciated it. Ken began undressing.
"Now the two of you give us a real nice performance," Nick smiled. "I've got to go downstairs and tend to the guests. They'll be drinking up the best booze if I don't watch them, if you know what I mean."
After Nick had gone out of the room, Ken told Cindy quite bluntly that he didn't care for him.
"Few people do," Cindy admitted, "but he's worth a lot of money. And that's where it's at."
Cindy noticed that Ken was unhesitating to undress further. He still had his trousers on.
"Aren't you going to take your trousers off?" she smiled.
As she worked her panties down her legs and removed them, Cindy watched Ken easing out of his trousers and slowly sliding out of his shorts. Looking at his throbbing cock hanging between his legs, Cindy smiled down at him.
"Hmmmm, Ken, you look good enough to eat."
That remark triggered Ken's desires.
"Do you want to get down there and suck on it?" he asked her.
Shaking her head, Cindy explained they had to save that sort of thing for the exhibition.
Once the two of them were completely naked she came over to him.
"Sweetheart," she told him, "you've got to have it real hard. Here, let me pump on it."
Reaching for his turgid penis, she began pulling on it. The mouth-watering sight of his cock got her so excited she was trembling.
"Do you like it?" he asked her.
"You bet your sweet ass I do," she said, patting his bare buttocks.
At this point she embraced him. Pushing her bare breasts against his firm, muscular chest she kissed him hard on the mouth. She could feel his hotly swollen prick pressing against her smooth belly. His arms swept around her and then he reached down to squeeze her buttocks.
"Wouldn't it be fun if we could just fuck right here and not have anybody watch?" he smiled.
Shaking her head she told him no.
"I've got to slip into some black stockings and wear a garter belt. That turns some of the old boys on. You could wear a jock strap. Once we get out there and they give us some good applause I can slip out of my black stockings and toss the garter belt aside. Then you can remove your jock strap."
Looking at her shapely legs as she slipped into her black stockings fascinated him. However, his balls were so hard now that he realized it wouldn't be much longer until his penis was throbbing with desire for her.
She couldn't take her eyes off his rigid cock. Cindy imagined how delightful it would feel to have him stabbing it inside of her.
Cindy went over to him now and patted his shoulders affectionately.
"You're so handsome, honey," she told him, "I hate to share even the sight of you with those evil, foul-minded men."
For a moment Ken thought she might be suggesting that they slip away from the despicable exhibition performance that he did not care to become involved in.
"Why don't we get out of here… just you and me?" he pleaded.
Shaking her head, Cindy explained why she couldn't.
"Sorry, baby, but I've got a lot of bills coming due next week," she explained, "and like it or not, it serves a purpose."
He slipped into the jock strap that she'd brought with her. Ken couldn't resist reaching out to cup one ripe pink-tipped breast in his hand, squeezing it possessively.
"Hhmmmm," Cindy reacted to the masculine contact with her body.
Cindy realized it was important for them to go downstairs and display themselves naked before the men who'd come to see them performing together. Reluctantly she pulled him to the door.
"When we get down there, baby," she explained, "they are going to suggest different things for us to do. I know it's going to be depraved and disgusting, but I want you to remember one thing, Ken."
Ken was certain she was going to express some feeling and love for him and he could hardly wait for what she had to say next.
"What, baby?" he asked anxiously.
"Remember the money we're getting paid for our performance," she said in a sanctimonious manner.
That was hardly what he wanted to hear, but he nodded.
"Oh… yes," he agreed. "That's… that's a good thing to remember. I'll try to remember it when I'm forced to perform these vile acts."
Ken imagined how exciting it would be if she would slip into her see-through panties.
"Why don't you wear your see-through panties?" he suggested.
Cindy thought about it for a long moment.
"Yes, why not give the old boys a real start?" she giggled.
Cindy slipped into her black lace see-through-crotch panties. Combined with her garter belt and her long black stockings, she did make quite a spectacle. Her naked bosoms swung before her, the red nipples distended enticingly. Reaching out Ken pinched at her nipples until she blushed.
"You shouldn't do that," she grinned.
Reaching down, Ken let his fingers probe around her pussy. Dropping to his knees he pressed his lips on her crotch. He loved having his tongue sliding along her sticky crease. Ken enjoyed this contact of raw feminine meat against his tongue tip. And Cindy enjoyed having him sucking on the succulent nest of wet feminine hair.
Parting her pussy lips with his thumbs, Ken looked at her inciting pink, glistening cunt. His probing finger found her tiny clitoris and in seconds he was pumping in like his finer was a cock. Her clitoris twitched with the sexual excitation.
"Oh, Ken, I love it. I'm so hot. Oh, baby, I would love having your big prick between my legs. Oh, honey, why don't you fuck me?"
Getting to his feet, Ken was about to insert his manhood in her mound when the door swung open. Nick stood there, angry and disgusted.
"Where the fuck have you two been?" he complained. "You know what you're supposed to be doing. These people have paid plenty to come here and watch you fuck and suck. Now don't do it here in the bedroom where no one can watch."
Realizing that she had broken one of the first rules of being a good sex exhibitionist, she apologized to Nick.
"I'm really sorry," she bubbled, "but this young kid got carried away with my cunt."
"That's a poor excuse," Nick told her. "Business is business," he said gruffly. "Now get your twitching ass out there and let them see how delicious it is to suck your cunt."
Nick did have a disgusting way of talking about beautiful, erotic sex and it irritated Cindy.
"You've got such a crude mouth," she complained.
"That's too fucking bad," Nick laughed.
Cindy followed Nick out the door and Ken walked behind her. Downstairs in the sunken living room a mattress had been placed in the middle of the floor. A red spot was focused on the mattress and the rock music coming from the stereo was coordinated to produce a very erotic scene for the hot naked men who were there to get their fill of the spectacle.
At first Ken felt fearful and nervous. How could he do such a thing? It was disgusting. But as he looked at beautiful blonde Cindy with her hair falling around her shoulders, her buttocks on display in the black lace panties and her lithe long legs encased in the black stockings looking so appealing, he didn't care what anyone thought.
The men applauded drunkenly and some of them even resorted to taking heroin and marijuana to add to the pleasures of the moment.
Cindy was no stranger to the men and some of them called out to her by name. But Ken, who had slipped on a mask just before he went out the door, was glad they didn't know him by name. They simply called him the kid.
"Hey, look at that kid and Cindy," one drunk slurred. "I'll bet she's gonna teach him the fine points of cunt lapping."
The lewd words tortured Ken. He thought of sex as something beautiful. He thought of a woman's pussy as something to love, to admire, to cherish. And to have it all sound so crude offended his finer senses. But as far as Cindy was concerned, it was just another night of business as usual.
"Hi, fellows," she smiled. "I've got a new stud to fuck me. I hope you have some good ideas of how we can do it."
The loud rock music annoyed Ken. He tried his best not to think about it. He was vividly aware it was going to be one hell of a difficult night. Nevertheless, as he finally came to the mattress and got on it with Cindy, he vowed he would do his best to have a good time.
The first thing the men wanted her to do was slip out of her stockings and her panties.
"That would be indecent," she laughed.
"Take it off," one man called out. Soon others were demanding the same thing.
"Strip," one man insisted lewdly. "Go ahead, show your cunt. Let us see it!"
Cindy turned around so all of the men could see her. There she was in her black lace panties with their open crotch. Her hair-fringed fissure was easily visible. The curly blond pubic hair excited them. Cindy gave them a special treat when she reached down and gently eased her cunt open so they could look at the pink, moist, glistening vagina in all of its natural splendor and wonder.
"Something to suck on," she giggled and made loud suck sounds with her mouth.
At that point one of the men called out and said, "Teach the kid how to eat cunt. Maybe he don't know."
It really bothered Ken to be called the kid. But what bothered him more than that was to think that anyone would suggest that a knowledgeable lover like him would be unaware of the finer points of pussy eating.
Ken knew all about cunt eating and it disgusted him to think that the men would act this way. Cindy sauntered over to Ken. She stood before him as she spread her luscious legs and nodded.
Almost crawling over to her now, nervously Ken reached up and gripped her hips. He pulled her cunt to his face and started licking hungrily. The loud suck sounds he made with his mouth as he pressed against her pussy lips stimulated him and excited him.
He slipped his hands under her black lace panties as he clutched her buttocks and tongue fucked her vagina. The delicious pleasure of having his madly driving tongue licking the wet, snug vaginal walls made her so excited she was shaking.
"Ohhh, it feels so good," she gasped as she ground her cunt in his face. "Suck hard."
She was panting in a dreamy voice as she kept shoving her pussy in his mouth. The men who watched were enjoying it so much that they were freely jacking off and making dirty talk.
"What a stallion," one man observed as he grabbed his cock in one hand and his balls in the other.
The erotic scene continued. Ken kept his eyes closed as he went on tongue fucking her.
"Hey, that kid was starved for pussy," one man observed.
All the same Cindy went on with her performance, oblivious to everything that was happening. Reaching down she let her finger nails grind into his head as she pulled him tighter to her cunt.
"Lick it, lover," she begged. "Suck it hard. That's the way. Lick it."
Feminine dew was constantly foaming up in her hotly drooling cunt, leaving the young man's tongue to taste her. He loved the lubrication and greasy pussy enormously. Ken let his tongue sweep in faster now as he began pumping with quicker movements while she shoved back to meet him.
"Suck me harder, honey," Cindy pleaded in a husky voice. "Lick faster. Ohhh, baby, my cunt's so hot I can't stand it. Harder! Harder!"
Ken could feel her hungry cunt grabbing at his invading tongue as if trying to trap it. It seemed as if her pussy wanted to suck his masculine tongue. She was breathing hard and he could feel her buttocks as she ground toward him salaciously. He loved her black lace panties as he slipped his hands under them to grip her curvaceous ass cheeks.
The men enjoyed the sight so much that they were waiting for that erotic moment when she would juice.
"Suck," they began panting in unison. "Suck cunt. Eat pussy. Lick it, love it, suck it."
He kept driving his tongue inside of her until he could taste her. Licking up and down her clitoris he suddenly sucked on it. And then she was juicing.
"Ohhh," she panted, "it feels so good. Suck me, suck me."
Cindy let herself go completely under Ken's licking tongue. She loved the emotional exhilaration and sexual plateau to which he'd brought her, as the raw, tingly sensations of his tongue licking at her twitching clitoris got her so aroused she was cuming and gushing as she never had before. Ken gripped her ass cheeks and held her tightly as he repeatedly stabbed his tongue inside of her, licking and lapping her up.
When he had finished tonguing her, Ken eased out. One man told him to lick his lips if he really enjoyed pussy.
Licking his lips Ken smiled and made a slight bow as if he were getting into the hang of the performance that was expected of him.
It bothered him to think that people were watching now. For Cindy was totally naked as she had stripped out of her black stocking and tossed the garter belt aside along with the black lace panties. As he looked at her completely nude body Ken saw her opening her pink glistening mound to let every man see her twitching clitoris. Making a circle around the room she came back to him.
"Take it out, kid," one man called out. "Let's see your prick. That is, if you've got one, kid."
That really got Ken angry. He thought it was a low blow to suggest he didn't have a prick. What did they think he had done? Did they think he had stuffed tissue paper in his jock strap? He would show them.