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"Ladies please, if you'll follow me this way," the tall woman said politely in an accent Annette guessed was German.
Annette and Felicia found themselves taken through a side door to the club's dressing room. There the two shimmied out of their club wear and soon found themselves standing in nothing but their jewelry and heels as they finished their Champagne, (giggling about what might come next). Kirsten stowed their belongings in a locker for safe keeping and then handed them a plush pair of spotless white robes.
She then had them follow her out back out the door and into the club. The house lights went low and dark as the trio approached the stage quickly. Kirsten held the silver curtains open for the ladies; giving them a hand up onto the plush platform inside before stepping up through the curtains herself and closing them behind her. The house lights came up and the people not already seated began to amble to the pink couches with drinks in hand.
Not three minutes later, Kirsten emerged from the stage through the curtains and was immediately hit by the white glare of a spotlight as a jazz fanfare heralded the opening of the first act. She seized up a microphone and addressed the audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen," her voice boomed through the club, "welcome to the Vinyl Tuxedo. For tonight's first performance, I wish to give you, the lovely Annette and Felicia in a little number we call... THE STRAIGHTJACKET!"
There was a clatter of applause in the crowd as spotlight moved to the stage and the silver curtain rose to the ceiling. It was now readily apparent as to the origins of the Vinyl Tuxedo's moniker.
In the middle of the now rotating stage lay two trussed up forms; those of Annette and Felicia. They were in red straightjackets of shiny rubber; facing away from one-another, heads down and bare asses up, (and looking delightfully helpless and vulnerable)!
Next to them on the stage lay a large bowl of fruits and vegetables. It was apparent the word 'Tuxedo' was a euphemism for straight jacket and one could easily guess to what purpose the bowl of produce served. As the jazz band began to play a brassy cabaret style number, Kirsten picked up a rather elongated cucumber from the bowl and proceeded to remove all doubts with...
"Ladies and Gentlemen, damen und herren, one and all; I have before you an ordinary cucumber. Please observe as I transform this mere garden delicacy into an instrument of mutual pleasure!"
With that she produced a small paring knife. Her hands flew into action, peeling at the foot and a half long gherkin and removing its skin in short order while the crowd looked on. She then made precision cuts and whittlings at both the ends so that after a few moments time the shape of the veggie was transformed. Satisfied with her handiwork, Kirsten held it aloft for the audience to see; it was now a peeled pickle with expertly crafted penile heads at both ends ... a garden variety double-ended dildo!
Kirsten mounted the stage and with a bit of exaggerated showmanship, placed herself behind Annette's upturned ass with both hands; parting the cheeks as if she were inspecting an item at a farmer's market. She knelt forward and ran her tongue up and down the trussed up woman's twat blossom, her top hat moving from side to side as she gobbled.
It was clear to all those nothing was being simulated here; it was all quite "real deal" as Kirsten went to work with lips and tongue, high on the slowly turning stage. The rude ringmistress burrowed around like a friendly termite; even coming up to tongue-bugger Annette's vulnerable bottom-hole while shooting the crowd an over-the-top winkie-wink, (punctuated by a drum-shot from the orchestra off stage for a touch of perverse burlesque).
Annette squirmed her hips at this with delight, (and very much in her element). She loved being helpless, she loved a lady's touch, and most importantly of all; she simply loved being the focus of attention. With around fifty sets of eyes watching her from every conceivable direction; that last itch had been scratched for her in spades!
Ringmistress Kirsten now moved with more exaggerated panache to Felicia's upturned bottom. She repeated what she'd done earlier, and just as in the case of Annette the pretty Spaniard's bum bounced and wriggled with each wicked tongue tickle. The audience watched and blinked in rapt attention until Kirsten again popped up her head like a top hatted jack-in-the- box; licking her lips and winking at the crowd (as a drum-shot sounded).
With a strength and dexterity Annette and Felicia had not counted on, Kirsten now picked up and adjusted the two restrained women as if she were moving garden furniture; adjusting the pair until both upturned bottoms were facing one another. Snatching up the cucumber, she fed one green cock-head end into Annette's sex hole before doing the very same with the other end in Felicia's pretty pink poke-pit. Now both women were linked together like two latex wrapped railroad cars by foot-long pickle.
Grabbing both upturned bottoms, Kirsten brought both asses together on the rude little veggie; producing noticeable gasps from the two helpless ladies as the gherkin stretched their insides ever so nicely. She then pulled both asses apart ever so slowly; allowing a bit of saliva to run off her tongue and onto the precise places where cuke met puss. She looked up to the crowd and shouted with a note of lewd mischief,
"I will now do my best imitation of AN ACCORDIAN!"
At that she brought the two delightful ass-valentines to one another; pulling them apart a second later and pushing back together again in a lovely rump to rump smash. She repeated the action over and over as an accordion in the house band played a swaying donkey HEE-HAW HEE-HAW HEE-HAW series of notes. The action produced a score of giggles from the delighted audience and a set of sighs from Annette and Felicia. Once again Kirsten hammed it up and winked to the crowd.
Reaching into the bowl of produce, Kirsten pushed aside the fruits and greenery, seizing up a tube of flavored lubricant. She then snatched up two sets of pink anal beads attached to large plastic pull rings. Again she shot the crowd her now signature punchline wink.
"Ah" she hollered to the crowd of onlookers, "it would appear we have two holes here that are most lonely!"
Running a tongue lewdly across her lips, she tickled the two upturned anal puckers with her fingertips; sending both bottoms squirming from naughty delight at the sensation. Both bum-holes soon found themselves occupied by a greased female finger that twisted and corkscrewed ever so gently. The sensation set the clits of both bound women to pulsing with excitement; both with hearts filled with anticipation (as well as rectums filled with Germanic fingers).
For her part, Annette was reveling at the reality of being dirt-chute drilled by the Deutshe dom's digging digit as the eyes of total strangers scrutinized the event over sips of drinks. Felicia enjoyed herself as well; however, she was most grateful for the fact that Kirsten obviously had a decent manicurist. Such grooming considerations being matter of safety as well as aesthetics given the activity and it was clear Kirsten was no novice at such diversions.
A few seconds later and Annette and Felicia felt new sensations as the fingers left their bottom puckers, only to be replaced by lubed up rubber beads on a chord; first one, then another... then another, (apparently all going to congregate in the same place it seemed). At about eight beads it was rather snug up inside things for the two women. At twelve, Felicia decided she knew how a full gumball machine felt.
Well, Annette thought to herself with a wicked grin, if those beads (much like the people of Amsterdam), liked to gather together in cozy intimate places... there was none more intimate and cozy a place than her lovely bum. She made a habit of keeping it open late for that very reason!
She giggled a little snort at her own joke. She wasn't laughing for long however; (neither was Felicia for that matter). As a greasy sixteenth bead found its way into the rather cramped accommodations deep up inside the two ladies, the snare in the darkened orchestra pit played a drum roll. Kirsten raised her voice up to the crowd.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she shouted over the drummer's din, " I give you my next imitation. I call it, THE TWIN CHAINSAWS!"
For a moment Annette and Felicia didn't register what had just been said. Between the snugness and the hot filthy humiliation of the act their minds were a blank. Both women wondered what Kirsten could have meant by TWIN CHAI...?
A split second later both got their answer, as an immense pull yanked through their insides with amazing swiftness and force. Where a moment before there had just been a mass of plastic slimy spheres and chord, there was now only void and pain mixed with searing hot pleasure. Both clits throbbed at the intestinal release so intense and overwhelming that both mouths fell open wide (and the manner of a Saskatchewan McCullough roaring to life in an evergreen forest of virgin timber), as two women involuntarily sang a chainsaw duet of,
"WHHHHAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH! HAAAAAAAHHHH AAGGGHHHHHHH"
Kirsten spread her arms like an eagle in triumph; two nasty beaded strings dangling from equally nasty fingers. The crowd erupted in a crashing of applause that sounded a bit like hard rain. Shouts and hoots rang out in the club. It was all truly remarkable and impressive. The ringmistress bowed awash in the glory of it all; as by sound of things she'd managed to start two beautiful heart-shaped chainsaws on the first pull of the chord! This was just the beginning of things; far more 'sawing' and noisemaking lay ahead for the two trussed up beauties as they thrashed back and forth against the cucumber plying their pussy-pits.
"Ladies and Gentleman," Kirsten shouted over the din of applause, "I think now these two backsides are stretched and oiled adequately..."
She dropped the pink beads and reached to the produce bowl once more; seizing up the paring knife and a zucchini of nearly half a meter's length. Her hands again flew into action. Trimming the ends of the oblong squash into a pair of rounded penile ends, she in no time at all achieved the shape she was whittling for. She held her art project aloft; a circumcised double headed veggie that would be the envy of any Mexican donkey show!
Annette and Felicia felt their rear-ends pushed apart once more by the ringmistress, only to have those very same upturned rectums subjected to a great poking snugness, as Kirsten without ceremony fed each end of the zucchini into their greased-up tailpipes. The German ringmistress mugged for the crowd as the band led by a muted trumpet player ran up and down blistering scales of increasing complexity and improvisation. Placing both of her hands on Annette and Felicia's lovely heart shaped keisters she shouted to the crowd with,
"Ladies and Gentlemen, for your entertainment now I have in mind a little magic trick. I shall now make both the pickle and the zucchini ... DISAPPEAR!"
With that she slowly pushed both delectable derrieres together. The Zucchini at first bowed upward slightly; taking on a bit of a distorted-upside-down horseshoe shape, but Kirsten had counted on this and placed one palm above the wayward bit of produce. She applied gentle pressure until the slightly willful vegetable found its way deep into the innards of the two women. Again the ringmistress pushed slowly at the two lovely bums until both came together in lovely bit of bumper car style buggery.
She'd done it! Kirsten held her top hat up high for the crowd in triumph; the audience responding with giggles and applause as Annette and Felicia responded with noticeable gasps. She'd made both the pickle and squash execute a "vexing veggie vanishing act" of the simply loveliest kind and the band played broke into a colossal brassy fanfare!
Both Annette and Felicia found themselves equally impressed. The fact that they'd not touched their salads at the Argentinean steakhouse earlier was compensated however in a bit of irony (as it seemed the salad was now touching them); in fact, they'd managed to completely swallow these double-headed bits of phallic greenery whole at both ends.
"See ladies," Kirsten said seizing up the microphone, "salads can be quite filling if done properly, and I am so happy to see you've 'all-gone' with your vegetables!"
Her dead-pan joke brought howls of laughter from the crowd, (and even nervous chuckles from the helpless Annette and Felicia). Kirsten again pushed the two trussed up trollops apart and brought them together over and over as the accordion in the orchestra pit played a series of see-saw notes; producing more chuckles from the audience and more gasps from the two female performers below her. She now had the crowd eating out of her hands, (although soon she'd have them eating out of something else entirely).
She pushed the two asses part one more time and reached down to seize the fouled zucchini dead center between the pair of stretched poopers. Her face became a crude sneer as she bit her lip. The crowd sucked in its breath in anticipation of something dramatic.
"But I think it is high time," Kirsten's voice rang out over the microphone, "that we put a little meat on the menu, yes? But first I need to clear the dishes."
With that, she gave the zucchini a good hard pull, (as though she were lifting up an oversized and over stuffed piece of luggage). Both ends of the zuke left the two upturned dung-holes with a noticeable FlLLLLFRRRRRRPPPPHHH! Annette and Felicia simultaneously felt the combined sensations of void and humiliation and wailed enthusiastically as their ears were met with gasps and applause from the crowd.
The ringmistress tossed the nasty veggie clear of the stage and clapped her hands loudly. She scanned the room. All eyes were on hers at the moment. She had the crowd, had them fast.
"I need a volunteer from the audience," she called out of the microphone.
She was met by an enthusiastic forest of hands. Of course for the opening portion of this next part of the show she needed a ringer, someone from the club. She saw her boss Ami and pretending to look elsewhere her eyes eventually settled on her short brunette employer.
"Yes you'll do," she announced.
The spunky little pixie brunette bounced up to the stage, removing her jacket and tossing it to the side. She then removed her latex miniskirt with the pop of a snap on one side - revealing a black thong panty atop her cute fishnet garters. Up top she sported only a black pushup bra that quickly came down to reveal a pair of 34's, (c-cups by the looks of things).
From Annette's vantage point thought she noticed something terribly familiar regarding those tits and bum she'd seen at the bar bef... no. It couldn't be, plus she was on the other side of the channel and this chick was a brunette. It didn't matter, Kirsten had her 'volunteer,' even if it was painfully obvious this first selection was highly 'canned and scripted.'
Annette and Felicia now felt themselves toppled-over onto their sides by Ami the manager, the cucumber snapping in two as they toppled. Both helpless women were briskly rolled onto their backs, their legs apart with the broken ends of the giant pickle protruding from their cunt-holes. Their asses were aligned resting arsecheek to arsecheek as the audience looked on with keen interest.
Before both restrained women completely understood what was happening their faces were mounted; Annette by Kirsten and Felicia by the spunky sassy Ami. As Kirsten pulled her thong to one side and settled onto Annette's muzzle, our heroine understood now completely what had been meant by 'meat being on the menu.' She was half right it seemed.
Seated in the audience an American couple in their fifties craned their heads slightly and watched as Kirsten and Ami squirmed their hips and sighed atop the faces of Annette and Felecia respectively on the rotating stage. The pair were dressed in the typical tourist uniform that identifies people from America and sets them apart from anyone else on the planet; cargo pants, hiking sandals, university t-shirts, and fanny packs, (plus a back-pack under their table). It could also be said that nurse Nancy Gardner and her fun loving hubby (we shall call him Mr. Sir for the purposes of this story), were enjoying the view immensely.
And ohhhh, what a view it was! Kirsten and Ami made slightly exaggerated expressions of selfish contentment as they continued to swirl and swish their hips atop faces of their two hapless prisoners. In the orchestra pit, the band picked up the pace by braking into a funky burlesque polka that sounded more appropriate for a Jewish wedding reception than a sex show.
As an accordion and a clarinet ran up and down deliriously happy scales, Kirsten and Ami each lifted their respective mount's ankles, as if each was holding bizarre handlebars to a jet-ski. Kirsten raised Annette's legs up high, forcing Annette's rear with its cucumber plugged pussy off the padded stage and rocking back in the process. As she did Ami leaned forward slightly and dove her head down to snatch a bite from Annette's bit of cucumber. The band punctuated the action with a snare drum shot and a cymbal crash as Ami chewed bits of pussy soaked pickle and winked to the crowd.
The action was repeated; only with Ami raising Felicia's hindquarters high and with Kirsten ducking low to chomp a bit of snatch-scented cucumber from Felicia's cunt. Another wink to the crowd from the munching ringmistress Kirsten was met with yet another drum shot and cymbal crash. The audience giggled and tittered at the vaudevillian humour as the same rocking and reciprocating pickle-eating gobblefest continued; again and again until both Ami and Kirsten had finished their "cucumber and snatch" sandwiches. Applause and hooting broke out as Kirsten; still seated atop Annette's busy lips raised the microphone and addressed the audience.
"Ladies, and gentlemen. It seems we still have a rather full fruit bowl up here; I also notice there are two rather empty cunts before myself and my lovely assistant. Might we have more volunteers to come down to the stage and sample the buffet?"
Her words were met with a veritable forest of raised hands. Quickest to shoot her eager little hand up was Nancy Gardner. She'd been most impressed by the performance and she was just simply dying to join in the fun. They had fun swing clubs back in Phoenix Arizona but nothing as debauched and wild as this, (and she and her hubby were people of "experience" if you take my meaning).
Her enthusiasm paid off, for out of the many hands thrust up to volunteer; hers and that of a tall blonde Dutchman were selected to approach the stage and be part of the show. Once upon the stage the Dutch gentleman was ushered down between Felicia's legs and Nancy found her head parked between Annette's parted thighs, as Ami and Kirsten (still mounted astride the faces of the captive Annette and Felicia), groped about in the bowl for some loose bits of fruit.
Annette and Felicia both craned their heads for a moment out from under the crotches of their riders. They watched as Kirsten seized up a fistful of black grapes and Ami secured a jar of candied cherries from the bottom of the fruit bowl. Again hands went into the bowl plucking out strawberries, dates, and dried apricots. Shortly thereafter, both Felicia and Annette found their cunt-holes being loaded-up, one round fruity nugget at a time; a candied cherry here, a plump black grape there...until they found themselves jammed with a rainbow assortment of juicy goodies, like a pair of kinky Christmas fruitcakes.
It was then they both stole a better peek at their prospective diners. Felicia scrutinized the tall blonde Dutchman patiently waiting to gobble all things shoved up her girlie-gonads and approved whole-heartedly at the chiseled high cheek-boned view. He instantly was met with a leering smile from her, which he rakishly returned.
Annette, peered over her latex bound chest and caught sight of Nancy and the vision of the gorgeous short-haired Auburn haired MILF put a flutter in her heart, (not to mention a twitch in her twat). She knew a hot looking experienced mature when she saw one and she anticipated her pussy was in for a marvelous time. Her perception as it turned out, would be simply uncanny!
Her thoughts were interrupted by the lowering of Kirsten's hindquarters once again upon her sexy snout. Apparently the German ring-mistress was ready for a bit more riding (as was Ami next door atop Felicia's already probing proboscis). Annette once more set herself to the task and made like a trussed up termite; tucking in with tongue and teeth deep inside the twat of the Teutonic temptress. It was then she felt something extraordinary - Nancy's talented multitalented mouth... and oh what it could do!
This time Annette gobbled with a bit more gusto; perhaps a bit out of a freshly found fondness for Kirsten's Kraut Kipper, but more likely out of appreciation for the hot MILF munch happening upon her lovely puss taco, filling her with inspiration. It was oh so clear; Nancy was no novice at nuzzling a nymphomaniac's nookie-cookie. The jolt of pleasure Annette felt from the first sucking touch from Nancy's lips to her quim immediately shot up her pelvis and spine and forced her to thrash hips and attempt to flail arms inside the straight jacket. Annette simply couldn't contain all that pleasurable energy (she had to do SOMETHING), and it all translated itself into ravenous feasting upon Kirsten's pink and purple crotch truffle!
Kirsten's response was instantaneous. Her eyes went wide, (this time for FUCKING REAL instead of some vaudevillian mug for the crowd). Her mouth fell open slightly and she began swishing hips in a hedonistic oval of lesbian pleasure. Her hands came up to find her breasts, pinching her nipples through the fabric of her blouse and brassiere. It was simply too intensely pleasurable for her; audience be damned this Goddamned 'Annette' lady could fucking MUNCH TWAT!
Off came the ring-mistresses' sequined jacket and down onto the stage it went, the blouse and brassiere fluttering down on top of it a few seconds later in a heap of discarded clothing. Two Germanic udders capped with bee-stung pierced nipples now wobbled bounced before a gasping crowd as she tossed back her head, her mouth falling open. Her ringmaster's top hat fell jauntily down over one eye and cocked itself to one side as her fingers seized her nipple ringlets; twisting and pinching her glorious titty-nubs as if she were attempting to pull open a stuck drawer.
Someone in the orchestra thought fast; producing a "mooing" horn blat sounding like a dairy cow and the audience broke up in nervous titters and giggles. Kirsten couldn't care less. As far as she was concerned the audience and that silly orchestra didn't exist anymore; all she was aware of was that greedy mouth slowing eating her alive in such a marvelous fashion as to defy proper description, (and this from the Germans - a people with a word for damned near EVERYTHING in their lexicon)!
It went on for about another five minutes. Annette was a perfect frenzy of latex-trussed oral pleasure, being devoured at one end by Nancy, while simultaneously and ravenously eating Kirsten alive at the other. Next to them Ami cursed and whimpered atop Felicia's busy snout while down between Felicia's legs, the tall Dutchman showed just how well a Dutch boy could plug a leaky dyke with fingers lips and tongue, (well perhaps plug a lovely bi Spanish hottie as her legs thrashed frantically in the air and her pelvis furiously humped his face anyhow).
In the end; just like a groaning Zuiderzee sea-wall unable to stand cataclysmic pressure behind it, the women simply succumbed to the forces of Mother Nature. The air was filled with shrieks and splashes as Annette, Kirsten, Ami, and Felicia erupted together in wonderfully wet powerful splattergasms - drowned out only by the applause of the audience and the band, (which had mischievously chosen to play a few bars of Titanic's theme music). It was nothing short of spectacular and it was clear to all present; the women may not have gone down with the ship but they'd made a heartfelt performance of going down on one another!
The show was not over however. Oh no; it was only partway through, (and the band had plenty of sheet music). The rest of the audience was keen as well to share in the fun.
Kirsten rose to her feet as Nancy left Annette's sodden pussy and crawled up next to our heroine. Her lips found those of the still gasping Annette and the two shared a deep kiss. Nancy's lips then found Annette's ear as she said to her,
"Hi, I'm Nancy and I just want you to know you have the most gorgeous tasting pussy. I REALLY would love to have some private time with you alone sometime. You are beautiful."
"Nancy, I'm Annette. Such a pleasure and I feel the same way. We simply have to get to know one another under more private circumstances... but first, how about me getting to know you under some circumstance of a more public nature?"
"What did you have in mind honey?" Nancy asked already suspecting what Annette had in mind.
"Whatever the next portion of the act is," Annette explained, "stay up here and sit on my face, yes? I oh so wish to return the favor... and a very selfish part of me is dying to see what your pussy tastes like!"
"Well," said Nancy, raising her rump off the stage momentarily to shuck off her cargo pants and red thong beneath them, "who am I to refuse one as sweet as you hon? I know a good thing when I've eaten it!"
Kirsten looked down and seeing Nancy's wardrobe decision, nodded her head in approval, (surmising what the conversation must have been between Annette and the beautiful tourist). Nancy would be a superb addition to the act so she indicated she should stay up on stage. She also grabbed the tall lanky Dutchman named Peter by the collar and let him know that his services but not his pants were still required. With Peter's trousers and underwear tossed up on the stage a moment later, she offered him her hand; pulling pulled him up to stand next to her as she made her next announcement over the mic.
"Ladies and gentlemen, it would appear we still have plenty of fruit in the bowl that more properly belongs inside these two puss holes. Do I have any hungry diners wishing to sample the fruit plate?"
Again she was met by a forest of hands from an inspired and somewhat thirsty audience. The debauchery continued... and oh what debauchery it was!
As volunteers were selected and arrived down at the rotating stage, the orchestra fired up and began to play a hokey polka medley. Meanwhile Nancy simultaneously sat upon Annette's face and began rifling through the fruit bowl to locate juicy items for Annette's puss-pie, (in preparation for a long queue of diners Kirsten had selected from the audience. Next to Annette and Nancy, Ami squirmed her hips atop Felicia's soaked snout as she too fished around in the fruit bowl; intent on re-loading the Iberian nympho's empty nookie with brightly colored and green stemmed goodies for participants in the line to consume.
The queue of eager participants looked more like a two tailed snake as several selectee's lined up; either to sample the buffet at Annette's, or at Felicia's end of the pink rotating stage. In between Annette and Felicia stood the naked ring-mistress Kirsten, who continued to banter and tease the crowd over the feedback of the hot-mic. The microphone wasn't the only hot thing in her hands however, as Kirsten was now bent forward slightly at the waist; steering Peter's ten-inch penis the mouth of her pussy from behind with her fingertips.
The ardent Dutch-boy found the mouth of her sex slickened and delightfully yielding to his cock's stiff poke. He grabbed Kirsten by the hips and plowed his buttocks forward, shafting her deep and making the jaw drop open on the Teutonic temptress; her fingers dropped the microphone to the floor with a squonky crash and there is stayed. It didn't matter, she'd completely forgotten her spiel with the crowd and they were now just here for the lovely horizontal refreshments being laid out before them.
One by one they came over the next several minutes; gobbling whatever the contents of the two straight-jacketed had inside their dripping cunts. Nancy and Ami did their best to shovel goodies into the torrid twats of both the happily-bound broads.
At first the "down there" diners were as Dutch as a slice of Leyden cheese left in the break room of a wooden shoe factory. They were all tall and lanky, in that very slender Dutch "Euro-Model meets NBA player," sort of way... both the girls as well as the boys. It wasn't hard at all for Annette and Felicia to be eaten by such lovely specimens and the two ladies enjoyed lots of little "aftershock" orgasms as the diners kept arriving at the head of the line. Up atop the faces of the two trussed up hussies, Ami and Nancy rotated their hips and egged the line on; pausing only to shove more bits of fruit in those marvelously helpless pussy's beneath them, or to shudder and cum as Annette's and Felicia's snacking on their snatches overwhelmed them with wonderfully nasty orgasms of trickling lady-dew.
Behind the lovely Dutch-treats came a varied assortment of enthusiastic eaters. There was a large Russian fellow with a bushy mustache that made Annette giggle and kick slightly from the tickle. There was a pair of Italian women with gorgeous Sophia Loren features that twice reduced Felicia to a blubbering mess of kicking contentment, as the two Latin women took turns dining on the lovely little dish between her thighs.
All the while Peter pumped away furiously at Kirsten's pussy from behind as the ring-mistress simply stared off into space and took it... each deliciously deep-digging soul-poking stroke! Her top hat once again fell over her eyes; cocking itself this time to the opposite side of her pretty features. She pulled at her titty-rings and issued forth a series of heartfelt gasps and curses; each one seeming more happily profane than the last.
Peter was as it turned out; a master of edging and he was quite long-winded, (much to Kirsten's selfish delight). Without blowing his load, Peter stroked and stroked into Kirsten's kraut-kipper with a gusto that would be the envy of any pornstar; as long Dutch finger's reached around and fiddled her clit to wonderful agitations and arousal. The whole time he rode the edge of orgasm; like a dragonfly skimming across a canal, never quite touching his climax but close enough that his wings left a wake, (and a lovely trickle of pre-cum inside Kirsten to boot)!
The diner's kept coming, (even if Peter wasn't yet). Four Japanese businessmen who'd left their jackets at their booth approached with rolled up sleeves. Despite a distinct absence of wasabi in the establishment, the gentlemen had decided to put sushi on the menu and tucked in with two of them queuing up to Annette's lovely tuna roll and two at Felicia's piece of steamy sashimi over the course of several face humping minutes.
As Felicia and Annette blubbered and whimpered through yet another ass humping set of orgasms (thanks to the last of the Japanese suits), Peter it seemed had taken up a new position several minutes before. At least one Japanese-businessman-ago it seems; he'd brought Kirsten off in a mind-blowing head-shaking orgasm of tumultuous proportions; making her howl as if she were singing her way through the final act of a Wagnerian opera. Peter in a display of epic self-control, managed to hold his penis pudding back in his balls and now located a new target for his veiny pink trouser torpedo; that being none other than the lovely ass of Nurse Nancy as she bucked atop Annette's face.
It completely took Nancy by surprise. One second she was simply making sure Annette's happy hoo hoo was stuffed with lovely bits of pealed grapes and other goodies from the bowl, the next second a large bulbous cockhead was playing Dutch-Master with her pink puckered bung-hole, (not that she minded in the least; she simply adored surprises of a certain natured, depth and veiny girth)!
Nancy let out a gasp of pain mixed with pleasure and threw her head back and slightly to one side. Her eyes caught those of her hubby, Mr. Sir, (quietly sipping away at his drink below his ever-present Panama hat and enjoying the show most immeasurably). She gave him a wave and he returned it with wiggly fingers before he resumed nursing his cocktail; content in the knowledge that ...wifey was making such good friends on this vacation!
Down below Annette immediately noticed the Dutchman's intrusion into Nancy's most private of places. No problem, Annette figured... the more the merrier and all that. She now had simply more interesting things to lick and suck upon and ran out her long tongue to precisely the point where Peter's cock met Nancy's ass-crinkle, then she craned her lovely swan neck back to suckle on the happy Dutchman's balls before returning to Nancy's flowing snatch.
On and on the line of diners came. Annette and Felicia soon lost track and just let the lips and tongues run all together into one long cunt munching frenzy as they bucked in their straightjackets on the slowly revolving stage. It was about this time that Nancy and Ami ran out of fruit in the bowl. No matter; the diners didn't seem too disconsolate at having only beautiful juicing pussy to dine on, (and Nancy simply could care in the least as she was now absolutely consumed with the great Dutch cock skewering her innards from behind as Annette's tonguing had reduced her to a delightfully leaky vessel of puss dribblings).
It was not too terribly long before things had a rather cumulative effect for Nancy. Peter's proud penis pounding her poop-hole in competent combination with Annette's probing proboscis worked the hot MILF Nurse to an absolute orgasmic trainwreck just waiting to fucking happen. It was then that Kirsten (who'd been laying on her side watching the whole spectacle), rose to her feet, cocked her ringmaster's hat rakishly to one side and began to twist and pinch at Nancy's already swollen gumdrop nipples. It didn't take long for Nancy at all.
The sensation of Kirsten's Teutonic titty-twisters threw Nancy's brain into overload. She sucked in all her breath. Her head cocked to one side. Her mouth fell open but no sound came forth (for a second or two), then it all rushed from her lungs in a shriek heard all through the club...
"EEEEYYAAAGGGHH...AAAAGGGHH!" she wailed, (so loudly that the Arab businessmen in the far corner with their renta-girlfriends had to rise in their booth to see what had happened).
It was a real head shaking screecher of a climax for Nancy. She bellowed and shuddered and cursed with joy so loudly; even the band for a moment stopped playing before the band leader made a circling motion with one finger to keep the "hokey polka" music going.
Annette's lips and nose were met with a rushing warm splash as the pretty pussy aficionado slurped and reveled in Nancy's briny lesbian bukakke bath from above. It was fortunate Annette was quite accomplished as a SCUBA diver among other things; she wasn't one to be fazed by womanly wave hitting her face (in fact it was on a short list of things she loved about ladies). She took it all in stride (and down her hatch in several thirsty gulps).
Nancy sighed happily and doubled over. That one had been a biggie for her as orgasms go. It was upon a pair of shaky fawn legs that she rose from Annette's nose as Peter's pecker pulled itself from Nancy's poor pounded pooper and landed *PLOP* upon Annette's cheek lips and chin.
With the now nasty pecker slapped across Annette's puss-soaked face like a fouled fallen timber a bit of naughtiness leapt into her wicked little head. She adored the nastiness of it all; something the insatiably primal part of her libido simply loved and hungered for. Up until a moment before; two people had been ass-rutting over the top of her face and she'd seen and tasted it all as a total stranger (still down between her legs by the way), licked and chewed at her own juicy box.
She squirmed with excitement; delightfully helpless in the straightjacket as her nose huffed in the very essence of sex; raw, real, and wonderfully debauched. She decided to make the best of things; merely swiveling her head up and back as her parted lips seized the Dutchman's dirty ding dong for a good hard cleansing SUCK.
The impromptu pull on Peter's pecker sent his head back and shut his eyes with delight; the whole action taking him completely by surprise. As Nancy fell first to her knees and then in a heap at Kirsten's feet like a knocked out prize fighter, Peter merely rolled his head and reveled in the magnificent head he was receiving. It was all he could do to keep from busting both his nuts right then and there but he was no ordinary swordsmen. Although Annette could taste the tang of his pre-ejaculate, his balls did not empty for her. This became a matter of pride for her.
It was all a fleeting moment however, for Peter extracted himself from her pretty lips and knelt down to kiss her and whisper in her ear,
"I'll revisit this with you a bit later, yes?"
The two kissed and entwined tongues before Annette nodded in agreement, indicating she was up to his challenge. Peter now moved to the other end of the revolving stage, seeking out a new target. It came in the form of the delightfully round and heart-shaped bubble butt of the lovely brunette Ami, (who was grinding herself atop Felicia's face with joyous breathy gusto).
Ami had shut her eyes beneath her sunglasses so she was taken utterly and completely by surprise as she felt hands on her hips and the push of a freshly sucked Dutch dong at the door to her dirt-hole. No problem; anal sex was nothing new to Ami... and just like Nancy and Annette, it was actually one of the more decadently dirty pleasures she fancied. The fact that Peter's proud pecker was already well slicked with Annette's saliva and more than a little pre-cum made it all easier. A manly pull on her hips from Peter's hands and a lip biting wrinkle of her nose and the cock gained entry as easily as a barge moving up one of the canals in the city outside.
Annette watched this all from her vantage point and let out a satisfied chuckle, (laughing as much as one could whilst wrapped in a latex straightjacket with a complete stranger nibbling at her pussy like a rat on piece of cheese). It was all so humorous; the happily breathless and freshly- buggered dilapidation of Nancy on the floor next to the now gasping Ami getting her poor pooper pounded by the proud penis of Peter while below Felicia munched the pretty Brunette to new heights of delightfully drippy agitation. Despite the fact that she'd not located those two wayward cubs of hers, Annette was happily in her element; no mistaking that! There was only one thing that would have made this scene complete... Amanda.
As Annette watched ring-mistress Kirsten and Nancy conjoin next to her in what would best be described as a naked cuddle-puddle, she let her mind wander to thoughts of all things Amanda. Oh how she wished she were here... no doubt in the thick of it and enjoying herself immensely. That bit of longing for Annette was oh so real.
