Excitement, like an invisible electric current, ran through the room. The room was big, tastefully decorated in expensively modern furniture, and crowded with people. The people gathered were men and women. All were smartly dressed and almost all were drinking. The tense murmur of voices sounded above the music that was playing on the stereo.
The excitement mounted as the drapes were drawn shut, shutting out the moonlit night. The music was turned down low and the voices dropped to an anticipating whisper as the guests began arranging the furniture, drawing up chairs and couches so that they could sit comfortably and have a good view. All of the guests faced toward one end of the room where a small stage was set up.
It wasn't much of a stage, being barely big enough to accommodate a large bed and raised only a few feet off the floor. Black velvet drapes behind it and on the sides acted as backing. Anyone standing on the stage would be outlined sharply by the black, depthless velvet. Pencil-point spotlights suddenly stabbed through the gathering darkness of the room. The guests got themselves comfortable and, well fortified with drinks, they sat back or shifted restlessly, getting a clear view.
The room darkened and a communal thrill ran through the gathered guests for they felt safe – anonymous – in the dark. Unseen, they could behave as they wished without anyone objecting.
The excitement and tension in the room mounted higher – it was almost something that could be felt and grasped – as the darkness became inky, and the only light in the room was on the small stage where spotlights stabbed down and the black velvet acted as a frame.
A murmur, almost an applause, ran through the room as a tall slim figure entered and sat down front and center, facing the stage. Everyone present had either seen or heard about the shows that Hartman put on, and everyone knew they were in for a sight that most people would give anything to watch. One thing about Fred Hartman's parties: they were never dull and always fun! No one ever turned down an invitation. Everyone present felt they were privileged to be there and they all sat forward, craning to see what was going to happen next, eager to see whatever was going to happen on the stage.
The stage! It was raked, tilted, set at an angle so the spectators could better see what was going to happen there. The bed was bolted to the stage so it wouldn't slide off. The music was low and soft and suggestive, as the audience waited in the darkened living room of Fred Hartman; they waited tensely, becoming first quiet, then silent, as the music played on.
A quick, almost instantaneous gasp went through the guests as two men stepped out on the stage, smiling and squinting out. They were unable to see anyone, only a wall of blackness as they stood under the spots. The gasp and ensuing babble of voices were almost all female, for the two men were stark naked!
And they were muscular. Both were brawny big men with bulging biceps and thick forearms. Their names were Ben and Herman. Both men worked for Fred Hartman in various positions: as chauffeur, butler, bodyguards, aides, etc. They were, in truth, for whatever use Fred Hartman wanted of them. They were paid well and carefully selected for their positions. And now they were standing on the stage completely naked before his gathered guests.
The women in the audience set up a titter of excitement as they looked at the size of their penises which were growing erect even as they looked. Both men had big thick cocks that were veined and swelling out of their foreskins as they stood next to the bed. The reason for their sexual excitement was soon obvious.
A noise, a groan of lewd excitement welled up from the audience as an innocent, frightened young girl stepped out on the stage and stood looking out into the inky blackness with limpid eyes that were strangely glazed. It appeared as if the girl had been drugged. Indeed, she had! She had smoked a quantity of hashish in another room in order to get herself into the mood for what was going to happen. The hashish had willingly been supplied by Fred Hartman. In fact, the two men, one a blond and the other a red head, both had smoked with the girl. They stood looking down at her as they towered over her, grinning cruelly. They obviously were going to enjoy defiling her lush young body, and they could hardly wait to begin.
A general feeling of obscene permissiveness flooded the room. Guests hastily gulped at their drinks and refilled their glasses from bottles strategically placed nearby. Groans, moans and exclamations of lewdness were heard. Tiny coals glowed in the dark as guests lighted up hashish and marijuana cigarettes in order to intensify the feeling of wantonness that dominated the room.
Most of the assembled guests had seen pornographic films and exhibitions before; the mere fact that an obscene sex show was going to take place before their eyes wasn't the singe most important thing.
It was the girl, the girl standing up on the stage.
Sadly, as viewers of erotica know only too well, most of the girls who submit to lewd and perverted sex have something missing. Generally, they are not attractive, having a plain-Jane face, or a body that leaves something to be desired… or a twisted mind.
But not so with this girl. Fred Hartman had nothing but the best. The girl standing on the stage was beautiful. She was standing with her body completely covered from the neck down in a purple robe. Her face was incredibly lovely, having the fine, delicate features that smacked of good breeding. She had a mane of jet black hair that was long and crossed over her forehead, giving her a casual, sensuous look. Her nose was refined and thin, having just a hint of upsweep on the end. Her eyes were a pale intriguing blue and set wide apart and slightly tilted. Her mouth was wide and her lips possessed that full lascivious softness that was so enticing. Her chin was rounded and firm, and the complexion of her skin was healthy and a sensuous soft white.
She moved, standing between the two naked giants and, as she moved, another gasp went up from the crowd.
She was naked under the purple robe, splendidly naked, and the audience, their heads straining, caught a glimpse of a voluptuously full figure in the slit of the robe. The girl was smiling vacantly, her wetly parted lips laxly open as she stared off absently with glazed eyes.
"Begin Nancy." The words were spoken quietly, from the first row. It was Fred Hartman who sat with his legs crossed. He sat casually, a cigarette in one hand, a small brandy sniffer in the other. He spoke with a bored authority, yet his eyes gleamed dully in the reflected light from the stage. Anyone who knew Fred Hartman knew he liked staging shows, that he actually enjoyed watching women debase themselves. Some said he preferred the shows to actual sex. No one dared ask, for Fred Hartman could be a very cruel man once he was crossed.
But the girl on the stage! Men leaned forward, taking in her beautiful young face and the tantalizing glimpses of her lushly ripened body under the purple robe. Men whispered to one another and asked themselves the question: where did he get her? She seemed too beautiful and refined to be involved in such a situation. If this show was anything like the others that Hartman had arranged, she would submit herself to all kinds of sexual debasements. Where did he find such a beautiful girl to do such lewd acts? She seemed too striking, too well bred for such behavior. Men grinned to themselves. Her innocent appearance, good breeding, and stunning good looks only added to the excitement.
A hush fell over the room as every eye watched the girl standing between the two men.
The suggestive robe was slit all the way down the front, from her neck to her toes, and the audience got another provocative look at her body as her beautifully shaped white hands found their way free and she wrapped her fingers around the rapidly swelling shafts of both men's cocks. Slowly, she slipped their foreskins back like a sheath or glove over a hand.
Both Ben and Herman reacted together, reaching for and abruptly whipping the purple robe from the girl.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh."
The half sigh, half groan ran through the room and couples caressed each other lewdly as all eyes were glued on the brightly lighted stage and the girl who stood before them, completely naked now, her hands slowly and rhythmically stroking the cocks held in either hand. Greedy eyes took in her incredibly voluptuous figure. Her proudly upthrust breasts were two fully formed and rounded melons. They were heavy and suggested a firmness all their own, for they quivered softly as she moved. Her nipples were pointed and tilted slightly upwards. Her rib cage and waist were slender and her hips were full and supple, moving as if they were made of warm liquid and giving a promise of lewdly fluid action. Her thighs were firm and full and beautifully curved, matching her legs which were long and tapered.
Her whole impression was one of voluptuous pleasure and innocence, ripe to be defiled. Her stomach was flat and firm, and her mound of Venus jutted out temptingly, covered with softly curling pussy hair. Hot, half-closed male eyes concentrated on her cunt, on her two softly pouting vaginal lips that were so velvety rounded; the shadowy cleft between them hinted at all sorts of hot lubricated pleasures.
The girl seemed to sense that all male eyes – and some female – were staring at her vagina. She let go of the rigidly erect cock on her right and brushed her hair from her eyes. Then, as the audience breathed another collective groan, she jutted her swan-like hips forward wantonly, lewdly her mouth opening in a seductive smile that revealed even white teeth, as her free hand slid down over her belly and her fingers played in her pubic hair. She couldn't see her audience because of the spotlights and darkness of the room, but she seemed to sense their hunger. She smiled lewdly now as two fingers of her right hand played lightly over her velvety cuntal lips. Spreading her feet apart while thrusting her hips out licentiously, she clenched her perfectly formed buttocks tightly together, creating shadowy indentations on her ass cheeks. Her fingers slowly spread the pulpy lips of her cunt apart, revealing her wetly gleaming excitement. Again, a gasp went up and lewd moans came from various parts of the darkened room as the spectators looked at the girl's coral-pink cunt glistening under the overhead spotlights.
It was too much. So beautiful a girl so depraved and lewd in front of them. Several men in the audience had to be physically restrained from joining the trio on stage, and one female voice, hoarse with lust, was heard to say, "I'd like to fuck her myself!"
The two naked men on the stage began to manhandle the voluptuous young girl with a cruel kind of contempt. Herman, the big blond chauffeur, seized her wrists and spun her so that everyone might see her nakedly rounded buttocks that were unblemished and perfectly twinned. She rocked and undulated as Ben, the dark-haired butler and bodyguard, reached forward with big rough hands and began massaging her softly quivering breasts, which excited the crowd even more.
Her back still to the audience, the men made her bend over, forcing her down with their brute masculine strength. As she bent over and spread her legs to keep her balance, her buttocks were completely exposed, as was her narrow, hair-lined cuntal slit with its swollen vaginal lips. Lee men treated the girl roughly, each of them seizing a cheek of her ass and spreading it to show her tiny budding anus hidden deep in her fleshy crevice.
The audience was beginning to urge the threesome on, whispering obscenities as men and women caressed each other lewdly in the dark.
"Fuck her!" was hissed.
"Make her suck!" another breathed.
"Fuck her, fuck her ass," another said hoarsely.
"I'd give a hundred… no, two… no, damn it, I'd give anything to spend a night with her."
"Fuck her, fuck her silly."
"Quiet." The voice of Fred Hartman cut through the air that was heavy with cigarette and marijuana smoke, stopping all the dark-time talk. Couples lewdly caressed one another in silence while they looked at the stage with predatory eyes.
The abused young girl was suddenly freed by the men, and she whirled around on the audience, her voluptuously full breasts dancing as she turned. Her beautiful face was animated, and it was obvious she had enjoyed being so obscenely displayed in front of everyone and hearing their vulgar suggestions.
Her hands wrapped themselves around the rampant shafts of the now fully thick cocks, and she began stroking them in a lewd time, pulling the skin all the way back until she fully exposed their purplish mushroom heads. Both Ben and Herman began fondling and caressing her lushly ripened breasts. They got rougher with each passing second, pinching her nipples and almost brutally massaging the soft flowing flesh. Their hard hands were getting wild and running all over her naked young body, and she permitted them to do whatever they liked. In fact, she seemed to enjoy it as she closed her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered and a pleased, dazed smile was on her wetly parted lips as she stroked their iron-hard cocks with both her hands while their fingers roughly probed at the sensitive flesh up between her long lithe legs.
Obscenely, she bent one knee and lifted the leg slightly, her weight on her bare toes, giving the men a better avenue to her cuntal opening. She grimaced half with pain, half with anticipated pleasure as Ben's thick forefinger forced its way up into her wetly throbbing pussy. He began sawing in and out of the lust-dampened cunt, his finger glistening with her lubrication.
Now the room was intently silent. The atmosphere changed from high-charged sexuality, to a silent, intent lewdness. Everyone watched as the girl jutted her hips forward and let her hips begin to pump, ever so slightly, in time to the finger sawing in and out of her wetly clasping vagina. Her hands were still squeezing the two cocks and stroking them in a lewd rhythm, as Herman grabbed her long, coal-black hair from behind and pulled her head back. Their open mouths locked together in a long lewd kiss. Their wetly hot tongues could be seen licking at each other as his big hands pawed and fondled her proud naked breasts.
The room seemed to be growing hotter, and everyone pressed closer to the stage as they realized what they were seeing: a no-holds-barred ravishment of a girl who looked like she belonged on the society page or in a Hollywood movie. The combination of her stunning looks and obvious sensuality and wantonly wild behavior was too much. Men made secret plans to abandon their wives and mates later on in the evening in order to get to this pagan girl who was writhing so lewdly in front of them.
The scene grew wilder and low animal moans came from the crowd as they watched the girl slowly sinking to the stage floor. The finger was pulled from the tight little opening up between her legs with a wetly plopping sound, as Ben and Herman slowly forced the girl down on her knees.
Actually, there was no need to force her. Willingly, slowly, tantalizingly, her hips pumping lewdly all the while, she knelt on the floor of the stage between the two men, still rhythmically stroking their huge cocks. Her eyes half closed, she turned her head and looked longingly at Ben's erect, brutally hard penis in front of her face.
The men shuffled in on either side of her, giving her little room. With a look of pure bliss on her face, the girl pulled Ben's thickly pulsating cock down to her half-open mouth and let her tongue flick out and lick its huge swollen head. Then, opening her mouth wide, she slowly guided the hot shaft of hard flesh into the warm moist confines of her mouth. Her lips closed down around the blunted head and her cheeks hollowed and expanded as she began sucking.
"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!" Again, a moan, a ripple of delight went through the room. Zippers were opened and male hands found their way up dresses as everyone watched the nakedly kneeling girl begin hungrily sucking on the penis as her other hand stroked the blond Herman's excited penis. Her head bobbed back and forth as she devoured as much of the hard flesh as she could. Ben's long pulsating shaft glistened with her saliva and shone in the overhead spotlight as the big bodyguard began to brutally fuck in and out of her mouth, his powerful hips pumping back and forth. With a loud groan, his hands reached down to tangle in her long charcoal black hair and hold her head in place as he began to jolt her with the force of his inward strokes.
Herman meanwhile contented himself with reaching down and caressing her nakedly quivering breasts as she sucked with eyes blissfully closed. The room was thick now with cigarette smoke and the pungent, sweetish smell of hashish. Couples were openly and lewdly embracing each other. The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air as men were drinking, a fever in their flesh as they watched the salaciously exciting spectacle up on stage. Clothes were being dropped hastily to the floor with a sibilant rustle as almost everyone felt the need to be naked. Yet every eye was on the stage and the helpless young girl who was so obscenely crouched between the two men.
The girl pulled Ben's wetly glistening cock from her mouth with obvious reluctance, her lips clinging until the very last minute then her tongue licking its underside lasciviously, before she snapped her head around and opened her mouth wide to take in Herman's long hard thickness. Her free hand groped behind her for the swollen wet cock her lewdly hungering mouth had just abandoned; it was slippery in her hand, and she fondled it's heatedly pulsating length as her mouth slid back and forth over the hot pole of male flesh with an ecstatic intensity.
The two men were aroused now to a near-violent state, and they crowded around her nakedly kneeling body, their hands massaging and roughly fondling her tender flesh. They seemed determined to do everything to this girl, and they were growing wilder and rougher with each passing second. They tried and finally succeeded in getting both of their hotly throbbing cocks in her ovalled little mouth at the same time.
They held her head tilted back, holding her brutally by her long hair as they stood side by side fucking into her beautiful face. People in the audience left their seats to press around the stage in order to see this obscene humiliation of the girl. Her head was forced back and her mouth was grotesquely opened wide as both massively thickened penises were crammed into her mouth. Wildly, insanely, she sucked at both of them, her hands cupping their powerful buttocks and pulling them toward her. Women panted and men gaped with open mouths at the sight of the voluptuous young girl sucking both lust-thickened cocks at once.
Then the men pulled away, pulling their hardened shafts from her eagerly sucking mouth and picking her up by her arms to throw her brutally on the bed.
The girl lay obscenely sprawled on the tilted bed, her ripe young breasts swaying before partially melting into her chest. Her legs were side-spread and each member of the audience could dearly see the hair fringed edges of her tight little cunt and how it glistened with lewd excitement in the spotlights. The scene in the room was explosive: anything could happen. A sexual heat was gripping everyone – everyone except Fred Hartman who sat cool and calm, only his glittering eyes giving away his perverted desire. He wanted to see the girl, Nancy Dodge, degrade and debase herself completely. He wanted to see her humiliated in a way she would never forget.
And he was about to see that happen as his two muscle-men loomed over her. Their teeth were tightly gritted in animal lust and their faces showed the sadistic thrill they were getting. One of them, the blond chauffeur Herman, had started to crawl up on the bed, a low animal growl of savagery in his throat.
"No!" The voice of Fred Hartman was quiet and carried a great deal of authority behind it. Herman stopped instantly, squinting into the hazy smoke and darkness. Fred Hartman spoke with the weary patience of someone speaking to a not-too-bright boy. "You've forgotten the oil, Herman. You and Ben have forgotten the oil."
The two men exchanged grins, and Herman reached under the bed, coming up with a large bottle of clear baby oil. He unscrewed the cap and threw it aside, then held the bottle over the full sensuous breasts of the Dodge girl who lay so invitingly on the bed. He poured the oil over her soft naked mounds with their big bulleted nipples. Nancy, smiling lewdly, used her hands to smear the thick, glistening oil all over her stomach while a lewdly grinning Ben rubbed it all over her curving thighs and buttocks. He devoted considerable attention to the deep shadowy crevice between her ass-cheeks and to her widespread cuntal furrow.
Nancy Dodge seemed to enjoy caressing herself. She was maddened by lust or drugs or a combination of both, and she massaged her oil-sheered breasts rhythmically as she tucked her chin in and bent her head as both hands tried hard to hold one slippery mound up in place while her tongue licked at the nipple.
The audience groaned again as people crowded closer, sweating, intent on the lewd girl nakedly writhing on the bed, her body covered with oil and glistening in the light.