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 Archive name: private.txt (MF, FF, exh)
 Authors name: Kristen (kristen078@hotmail.com)
 Story title : Private Dancer Part 2
 Last Edited 03/18/00 by Ian

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 Private Dancer Part 2 (MF, FF, exh)
 By Kristen Kathleen Becker

 ***

 We went directly to my dressing room, and I buzzed
 Kurt. I asked him to stop by and see me, saying I had
 a couple of beautiful women I wanted him to meet.

 Kurt, being Kurt, was there in a flash. "Ahh, yes," he
 breathed. "They are quite exquisite, Gretchen. I would
 like to perform with them very much. Hello, ladies. Did
 Gretchen tell you about me?"

 Kathy said, in a small voice: "We saw your last per-
 formance."

 "That is very good. Did you like our act?"

 Here Kristen jumped in. "Oh, you were marvelous. I
 never realized sex was like that."

 Kurt looked a little taken aback by this, and shot a
 questioning glance at me.

 "Yes, Kurt, Kristen is a virgin, but she wants to
 perform."

 "We have never done it with a virgin before, Gretchen.
 Is this wise?", Kurt asked, sounding a little troubled.

 "I'll take care of Kristen," I said. "You perform with
 Kathy. I'm fairly sure she can handle you." I chuckled.
 "And if Kristen wants to do more, we'll let her, OK?"

 "Sounds fine to me, but you ought to get them ready;
 we're on in 25 minutes. I'll see you ladies a little
 later. I'm really looking forward to it." Kurt gave
 Kathy a long smoldering look before padding out of the
 room, her eyes following him with the look of a child
 in a candy store.

 With Kurt out of the way, I turned to the girls. "OK.
 Now you have to strip for me."

  They stood there, wide-eyed, neither making a move. I
 walked up to Kristen, and began unbuttoning her blouse
 while she just stood there quietly, letting me undress
 her. I pushed her open blouse back off her shoulders,
 then unclipped her skirt and let it drop.

 I was enjoying myself, guessing how Kristen must be
 feeling to have another woman undress her. I remembered
 the first time it happened to me, and hoped Kristen was
 enjoying it as much as I had. I smiled at her as I came
 in close, reaching around behind her to unclip her bra,
 and stepping back with it in my hands.

 Yes, I liked her body as much as I'd thought I would.
 She stood, now, just panty-clad, her arms at her side.
 It was a good sign when they didn't try to cover their
 breasts. She had a small, but well-muscled and highly-
 toned body. I like that in women. So often they're just
 soft, and that does nothing for me.

 But Kristen's was an athlete's body. She stood there,
 with excitement in her eyes, and looking into mine. I
 found myself wanting to feel her, but held myself back.

 "Kristen, you're beautiful. I really mean it. You're
 going to make a lot of people dream about you tonight."

 I now turned to Kathy and helped her take off her
 sweater. After I'd pulled it off over her head she
 unfastened her own skirt, then removed her bra and
 panties. Yes, I thought, she's got some nerve. I don't
 know if I could have undressed myself like that the
 first time.

 The girls were now standing buck naked in front of me.
 Kathy was a few inches taller than Kristen, and larger-
 boned, and her breasts were a size or two larger than
 Kristen's. Both girls, however, were quite perfectly
 proportioned.

 "Come along, girls. We have to take a shower, then oil
 our bodies, and we're running out of time." I threw my
 French T onto the back of a chair and led them into the
 shower stall. Oh yes, this was really going to be fun.

 I started the water flow and stepped in, beckoning them
 to follow.  Once all three of us were wet, I started to
 soap Kristen's body. I had my reasons for picking on
 her first. To my surprise, Kathy joined right in, and
 while I soaped Kristen's front, Kathy was doing her
 back.

 I roamed my hands all over Kristen's firm body; it was
 heaven. I thoroughly soaped her up, massaging her
 breasts until her nipples were standing at attention.
 She just stood there with eyes closed, letting me do
 whatever I wanted, luxuriating in the sensation she was
 getting from being massaged all over. Remembering my
 mission, I ran my hands down her flat stomach, and
 knelt down in front of her to wash her thighs. As I did
 that I trailed my hand over her love triangle. For a
 while I kept up a pretence of washing her light blonde
 pubic hair, but then, without any warning, I pushed two
 fingers deep between her pussy lips.

 As I expected, Kristen jumped in surprise, but I had my
 answer. Our little Krissy might be a virgin, but her
 hymen was gone, so she'd had something in there. That
 was good. I was glad to know that.

 I apologized for my 'mistake', and Kristen and I now
 turned our attention to Kathy. Once we'd washed and
 oiled one another (and I enjoyed that too) it was time
 to go.

 "Well, girls, this is how it works. Kristen, you'll
 be with me; and Kathy, you get Kurt. Don't worry; he'll
 treat you gently. Kristen, you do whatever, and when-
 ever you like; no pressure. And if there's something
 you don't like, just let me know."

 With that, I took both girls by the hand and we walked
 out on stage. There was immediate applause. Of course,
 I always get applause, but this seemed to contain a
 note of expectation.

 I guessed that the 'fact' that Kristen was a virgin had
 reached the audience. That's one thing management is
 good at, getting the word out to the clientele. Both
 girl were nervous. They knew roughly what to expect but
 not really how to behave.

 I was impressed to see that they didn't look awkward,
 only a trifle subdued. "Step to center stage, Kristen.
 Kathy, walk over there; that's where Kurt will come
 in."

 The girls did just as they were told, and I thrilled
 at the sight, knowing this was their first time.
 Kristen was mine, and I had everything ready.

 Kurt came on stage to a fanfare, sporting his signature
 hard-on, which, I thought, looked a little harder than
 usual for a second performance. I wasn't at all of-
 fended. After all, I felt the same way about Kristen.

 He strode up to Kathy and took her in his arms. Mean-
 while I walked up behind Kristen and wrapped my arms
 around her, leaning my chin on her shoulder to watch
 Kurt and Kathy perform. I didn't want to go too fast.

 We saw Kurt spin Kathy round within his arms so that
 they faced each other. He looked huge next to her, like
 a genie with a fairy princess. He knelt in front of her
 and reached up to her shoulders with his massive hands,
 then ran his big paws down over her breasts, her nipples,
 down her firm stomach to her legs.

 He did this several times with Kathy standing erect and
 proud in front of him, obviously enjoying the sexual
 massage. Suddenly, as if overcome by lust, Kurt took
 hold of Kathy by her shapely hips, and lowered her to
 the floor as if in a ballet.

 Unlike a ballet, however, he immediately sank his face
 deep into the V of her golden thighs. Kathy was
 responding beautifully, and I was becoming extremely
 wet from watching them.

 Almost without thinking, as I rested my chin on
 Kristen's shoulder, I started toying with her nipples.
 We swayed from side to side as we watched Kurt giving
 head, and I was surprised, and pleased, when Kristen's
 hand crept up and started caressing my cheek.

 Kurt was putting on a great show, and the audience were
 getting excited, some of the regulars on their feet to
 get a better view. Kathy's hips were writhing under
 Kurt's mouth, and she was obviously not acting.

 After a while Kurt crept, still on his knees, up to
 Kathy's lovely face. He plunged an arm under her upper
 body and pulled her up from the floor. Still kneeling,
 and with only one hand for support, he began pas-
 sionately frenching her. Soon Kathy was struggling for
 air but Kurt, in dominant mood, kept up the suction.

 Meanwhile, my little vixen had found my mouth with her
 hand and inserted a finger, a move that had taken me
 six months to devise for myself. I began to think
 Kristen might have natural talent for sex.

 Becoming aware that she was pushing back against me in
 a slow rhythm, I stopped paying attention to Kathy and
 Kurt and gave my full attention to my own partner. I
 turned Kristen around in my arms and kissed her on the
 lips, lightly at first, then a little harder, then we
 started frenching.

 We stood in the middle of the stage, our bodies pressed
 together, and over fifty strangers watched as my little
 Kristen began kissing me in earnest. I was amazed at
 how quickly she'd become aroused. A new girl normally
 just lets things happen, but Kristen was obviously
 enjoying her little exhibitionist fling, and was pre-
 pared to take the lead if she felt like it.

 The crowd started cheering us on by name. I think, by
 now, they all knew about Kristen's virginity, and that
 this was a rare one-off experience. I pulled back from
 Kristen and knelt down in front of her. I had intended
 demonstrating some of my famous tongue action, but she
 did the unexpected again and knelt down with me,
 clamping onto my mouth again and giving me a little
 tongue herself.

 Eventually I pulled away, whispering: "Kristen, I want
 you to get on all fours, because I'm going to fuck you
 from behind. The audience will love it, and I guarantee
 you will too. Trust me, sweety."

 Kristen frowned, but did as she was told, going down
 on all fours and waiting for me. As I crawled around
 behind her I was able to examine her body. In the light
 of the club her skin seemed to glow with its own inner
 light. I was moved by her beauty as I raised myself up
 to lean on her strong, smooth athletic back.

 I reached between her legs and began stroking her cunt
 slit, rubbing my knuckles against her clitoris at the
 end of each stroke. I wasn't surprised to find that she
 was wet; so was I...

 I was finding jerking her off even more enjoyable than
 doing myself. Her body shivered each time my hand
 touched her love-button, and I enjoyed that too.

 To know that this girl had never had anyone's hands on
 her before, that her sexual pleasures had previously
 only been self-induced, and that I was her first, really
 got me going.

 I signaled to the stagehand and he threw me my prop. I
 whispered to Kristen: "Sweety, I'm going to fuck you
 very soon. Trust me. I won't hurt you. Just stay loose
 and let it happen, OK?"

 She just moaned in reply, rhythmically thrusting her
 behind back onto my fingers. I pushed my leg between
 hers and let her hump my thigh. Meanwhile, I took my
 famous strap-on "manhood" and slipped one end into
 myself, then strapped on the support harness.

 Oh, it felt so good to be full. I always feel powerful
 when I wear a strap-on; I sometimes think I can use a
 fake dick better that most men use their real ones. But
 then I have an advantage; I know what it feels like to
 have a man fuck me. No matter how hard they try to
 imagine it, heterosexual men can never really know that
 feeling.

 I felt a little thrill when I realized that Kristen
 didn't know it either... yet. 

 I pulled my leg back from between Kristen's while she
 groaned with frustration. Then, leaning back a little,
 I rubbed my "manhood" against her glistening pussy
 lips. I said softly: "Kristen dear, I want you to reach
 back and put me inside you."

 She looked back through her legs, and I felt her body
 jerk in surprise when she saw my life-like 10-incher.
 I said: "Trust me,  Kristen. You're going to enjoy this
 I promise."

 She slowly reached back between her legs and fingered
 my 'cock'. After a while I had to say it again, a
 little more urgently this time. "Kristen, please put
 my cock against your opening. Do it now; everyone's
 calling for you to do it. Can't you hear them, Kristen?
 They're waiting for me to take your virginity. Do you
 want me to, sweety?  Do you?" My heart was pounding as
 she now took my fake cock and pulled it towards her
 cunt, making 'my half' of the dildo move inside me as
 she did so.

 She placed it at her opening, and I gently urged my
 hips forward to penetrate her pussy lips. Kristen cried
 out as her virgin pussy was stretched, but I didn't
 stop.

 Slowly I inserted an inch. She was quaking under me,
 but whether from pain or pleasure I neither knew nor
 cared. I was simply concentrating on doing my little
 American princess, so I rhythmically went an inch
 deeper, then another.

 The crowd was going wild by this time. I could hear
 Kristen's breath coming fast and shallow, like a woman
 in childbirth using the Lamaze method.

 Successive thrusts went deeper into her stretched
 opening until, finally, I bottomed out. All ten inches
 were inside my little princess, and she wasn't screaming
 into the night.

 The audience was egging me on with a low, rhythmic
 chant of: "Fuck her! Fuck her! Fuck  her!...", and
 that's what I did, and Kristen seemed not to mind one
 bit.

 Thrust in, pull out, thrust in, pull out... The rhythm
 started slow, and built up. I know what a crowd likes -
 and that is a big dick going in and out of a pretty,
 wet cunt. It sounds crude, but that's human nature, and
 I make a lot of money because I understand it.

 So that's what I did to Kristen. I gave her a lot of
 dick; fake dick, to be sure, but good dick. She was
 really getting into it - I could hear her groan at the
 peak of each thrust - and I knew that she was going to
 reach the summit tonight.

 The crowd were making a terrific din, but Kristen was
 in her own little world. I was holding her around the
 stomach, keeping up the pace, when I felt her tummy
 muscles start to ripple, and her body began to jerk
 under me. Then she began screaming: "OH yes! YES! OH
 GOD YES!", and thrusting back at me as hard as I was
 thrusting into her.

 Each of her movements pushed my half of the two-way
 dildo against my clitoris, and within a minute I
 experienced the most exquisite orgasm I think I've
 ever had.

 Knowing that Kristen was coming as a result of my
 efforts greatly helped to push me over. We shook and
 spasmed as one, our juices and perspiration mixing
 as we were simultaneously overcome.

 All of a sudden Kristen seemed to lose her strength
 and began to sag under me. I couldn't hold her up, so
 she fell to the floor of the stage, sprawling out
 under me, pulling my vinyl 'manhood' out of her body
 while the audience roared with approval.

 I looked down at her sweet, limp body and smiled. An
 expression of utter bliss was on her face, her eyes
 were closed and she was breathing hard. She's a
 natural, I thought. She wasn't acting, but didn't need
 to; she was a natural.

 I heard another part of the audience shouting Kurt's
 name and, still on my knees above Kristen, I looked
 around to see how he was getting on.

 He was pounding away like a machine at Kathy's pussy.
 From my angle I could see his huge cock pulling out
 of her, then disappearing back into her like a snake
 into its hole. Kathy was oblivious to everything but
 the fine screwing she was getting from Kurt.

 I knew how that could be, having been there a few times
 myself. I looked down at Kristen. She was curled into
 a ball, her knees up to her chest, lying on her side
 and facing the audience with her eyes still closed.

 Then I looked back at Kurt. His bottom was rising and
 falling. I knew that even if he came inside Kathy he'd
 keep up the rhythm till she had an orgasm; he could do
 that. I felt I ought to join in, so I stood up, my fake
 member in one hand, and skipped over to the rutting
 couple.

 I knelt behind Kurt and looked questioningly at the
 audience. They cheered me on: "Do him! Go on, do him!"
 I usually ask Kurt in advance if I'm going to do my
 reverse routine, but things were different tonight.

 The only warning I could give him was to bend over him
 and rub my nipples against his back. He didn't seem to
 notice me, however, or perhaps he didn't care - I don't
 know which.

 So I grabbed hold of my still-wet and slick 'cock' and
 pushed the head against Kurt's rear door. I let him
 take me in at his own speed. Each time he pulled out
 of Kathy he impaled himself on my 'dick'. I'd sort of
 follow him down a little when he thrust into her again,
 so that with every backward move of his hips my "dick"
 buried itself a little deeper in his ass.

 Eventually it was buried up to the hilt. I always like
 doing men. It's a trip to turn the tables and, besides,
 the crowd always loves it.

 Every time Kurt pumped into Kathy, he'd pull himself
 off my 'cock'; and whenever he pulled his own dick out
 of her, he'd get mine deep in his rear.

 Therefore, while Kathy was getting the screwing of her
 life, Kurt was getting banged up at the same time. We
 put on quite a show. It isn't easy to maintain a rhythm
 like that, but Kurt and I knew what we were doing.

 At last Kathy started to convulse in her final orgasm.
 Both Kurt and I could tell that he'd used her up; that
 she couldn't take much more. She was making unintel-
 ligible noises as her beautiful body flopped around
 uncontrollably underneath Kurt.

 Then, to my surprise, Kurt himself started to come. I
 could tell, because I was stroking his shaft evey
 time he pulled out before thrusting in again, and all
 of a sudden I felt hot fluids gushing out over my
 hand.

 I smiled triumphantly at the audience, holding out my
 dripping hand up for everyone to see. Kurt now fell
 sprawling on top of Kathy, pulling free from me, then
 rolled off her prostrate body.

 I was so breathless I just stayed on my knees, jacking
 my vinyl 'cock' in my hand, actually pushing it in and
 out of my vagina, though the crowd just saw a woman
 masturbating her dildo. I liked doing that; it was kind
 of my trade-mark.

 After a minute I jumped up and pulled off my strap-on,
 holding it above my head like a trophy, and Kurt got
 up and stood next to me. The music swelled. There we
 stood, in the middle of the stage, two blonde Germans,
 with our two American conquests, used-up and prostrate,
 on either side of us. It was a very erotic, and a sym-
 bolic scene, believe me.

                              *

 That night was such fun for me that ever since then
 I've always kept an eye open for another virgin to take
 on stage. I must admit, though, that I never found one
 like Kristen again.

 She and Kathy went back to Nuremberg for their skating
 competition, and did well. A week later they went home
 to America. I still get Christmas cards from them.
 Kristen has told me many times that if I ever come to
 America I must stay with her.

 I've no idea where Oregon is, but if I ever do go to
 America I will surely find out...

                            *

 Acknowledgments: All my thanks... to Stephen for his encour-
 agement and proofing and to Ian for doing such a good job
 editing my little story.

 (c) July 1997 -- Last ed. 03/18/00 - Kristen Kathleen Becker
 Author contact address: Kristen078@Hotmail.com

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