It's show time! - Part 3

By Nigel McParr
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Copyright 2011 by Nigel McParr, all rights reserved.

I have never felt more comfortable. My first few weeks in Senora Bella Carcouski’s fabulous home have just flown by. I sleep mostly with Senora now. Sometimes…not often, she will put me to bed with Harry. At first, I was not sure, but I can say now Senora is more loving and tender than any boy. When I am in bed with her, I know I will not get pregnant and lose my position. She has taught me so much. My sister Alondra would be amazed. I hope to see her soon and tell her everything. I do not know if Senora has called my sister’s employer yet, but she says she will. Harry is fascinated with my body, especially my big breasts. He thinks they have grown in the few weeks I have been here. I think they have, too. Maybe it is because of the love they get from him and my mistress.

Occasionally, when he comes home from his work Senora will give Harry a treat. She dresses me in my tallest heels, tightest designer jeans, and a stretchy top. Of course, I am not wearing a bra. In fact, Senora has not allowed me to wear a bra since she brought me here. I do an elegant prance down the stairs and then parade into the huge sunken living room, swinging my big denim-clad ass as I go. Harry goes crazy.

“Bella, where did she learn that?” he says.  “Look at those jiggling tits and that ass! She should be on the runway.” I can literally see his cock growing. Senora ignores him and just laughs. She says I am ready for the stage. I am hoping to have a few tricks of my own up my sleeve when it happens.

            Last evening was the best. Senora took me upstairs for a training session. I am topless in a brand new pair of indigo blue jeans. Senora orders Harry to take out his huge cock and kneel in front of me, which of course he does like an eager and very naughty little boy. His cock is rigid and bobbing up and down Excitement washes through me when he grabs my hips and pulls my thighs into his face. I cannot lie. I whimper like a child as he opens his mouth and begins to suck my pussy right through the heavy denim. There is nothing quite like it. I am wet in a second. I lean over him and settle my heavy breasts over his head. He is in paradise. My nipples are singing like wrens.

When Harry’s cock begins to weep, Senora Bella takes off my jeans and puts me on the bed. I am on my knees. She buries my face in the pillows so I cannot see, but I know she is lubricating Harry’s thick cock. I am ashamed to say it, but until coming here, I have never been butt-fucked. I like being fucked by Senora and her big dildo, but I adore even more Harry’s giant cock going up my ass. That first nudging thrust is always painful, but I would not deny it for anything. Senora says of all the girls she has trained, I am the tightest and I have the biggest ass. That will change when she sees my sister. Thankfully, she reminds Harry to take his time.

I cannot help but scream in pure pleasure when he is all the way up my backside. Senora controls the scene, telling him when to begin pumping while he carefully fondles my hanging breasts, nipples and red-hot pussy. Senora whispers encouragement and always instructions. I barely hear her. I am too busy enjoying Harry’s cock. Last night, she gave me a new gift. I nearly passed out when she inserted her fingers deep into my pussy while Harry was fucking my backside. Tonight, she brushes away his hand and does it again. I stiffen and scream in gleeful pleasure, which draws loads of jetting hot cum up my backside.

Bella laughs. She is as giddy as a girl. “You are an absolute delight, Luz. I’m never giving you away. She’s ready, Harry.”

As Harry reluctantly withdraws his dripping elephant cock, he says softly, “Does that mean she will have to live with the others?”

“No way! She stays right here.”

I couldn’t help it. I have another climax at that news. I couldn’t bear being sent from this place. When Senora Bella takes me into the shower, she holds me like a kitten in her arms. Between kisses, she soaps and fondles every inch of my body. Her love and warmth are more than enough to set me off again...

By the time we walk through the stage door, I am growing very nervous. Senora tells me to relax as her assistant, an older woman, does my hair and makeup. She dresses me in billowing harem pants that ride low over my hips and a pair of golden slippers with curing toes. My pants are so sheer my pussy is in plain sight. The top if you could call it that is a sleeveless sequined vest. She laces it together beneath my breasts. It is cut low to show off my plumped jiggling cleavage. The woman ties a veil over my face, covering everything but my darkened eyes. Senora says I am to wear this outfit when I meet and greet the audience. She reminds me to smile and be nice. I suspect I will wear something even more revealing during the show.  

I am shocked when Senora takes me out of the dressing room, through the semi-dark theater, and into the sumptuous lobby. Dark velvet drapes cover the tall lobby windows.  Crimson velvet wallpaper covers the walls. There are huge vases with potted palms in the corners. Gas sconces and a shimmering crystal chandelier light the lobby. A white marble staircase with scarlet carpeting leads to the balcony seating. There is a bar along one wall. I notice the bar, the tables, and brocaded chairs scattered about the lobby.  Faceless female figures tightly sheathed in gleaming leather and silk kneel beneath the furniture to anchor and support the heavy tabletops. I ask Senora about the furniture. She tells me to never mind, which I do but with great difficulty. I am sorry for the girls’ plight, but at the same time, I feel something completely new washing over me. Their helplessness is making me wet!

The audience young and old trickles into the lobby. The men are dressed in tuxedos. Their wives are wearing expensive revealing gowns. Regardless of age, most of the women are braless, some with bodices cut away to fully expose their breasts. The wait staff emerges and begins to welcome and serve the guests. The wait staff is all female and dressed like me.

High above the chatter and laughter, I hear a metallic squeak. Looking up, I see a pair of doors swinging open in the ceiling. To my utter surprise, a busty young woman suspended face down in a leather harness is slowly descending. Except for the leather straps that hold her in the air, she is completely naked. Her auburn hair hangs in a lustrous fan around her face. She is giggling and smiling, offering her breasts and playing with her pussy for the eager audience. As the cable arrests her descent, the guests surround her and she disappears from my view. I hear shrieks and hard smacks, but cannot see what they are doing to her. I try to ignore the poor girl’s screams. I remind myself to be grateful that Senora Bella has not done that to me.

Before the show begins, Senora orders me backstage where I am allowed to watch the first half of the show from the wings. Flickering gaslight foot lamps line the front edge of the stage. I watch the audience file in to their seats and am impressed by the small but excellent orchestra.

The show starts on a fun note. A line of girls all holding hands, topless, and wearing cute thigh high ruffled skirts and tall heels, stream by me and onto the stage. The orchestra swings into a rousing and familiar beat. I glance at the program. It is Jacques Offenbach’s Orpheus in Hades. I love the music and the girls. They stand with interlocked arms in a perfectly straight line, breasts bouncing furiously, pussies flashing, long legs kicking out over the foot lights. I can feel their sexual energy and envy their dancing skill. The audience is quick to respond. They clap and cheer their excitement.

After the girls file off the stage, the curtain comes up on a softly lit scene: two pretty young women are sitting on a sofa. Both are reading. They are dressed in jeans and t-shirts. I watch the blonde put down her book and rest her hand on the brunette’s thigh. She begins to rub the thigh, moving her hand closer to the brunette’s pussy. Both girls have pouty lips slick with crimson lip-gloss. Just watching them, I am heating up. They look at each other and smile that naughtiest of smiles. I nearly come when their luscious lips meet and they begin to rub and tease their pussies through their jeans. By the time they take off their jeans and t-shirts I cannot help it. I am playing with myself. When the curtain descends, the brunette’s face is buried between the blonde’s thighs. The Audience is quiet now, spellbound as am I. There is a long silence before the applause comes up. The audience clearly loves it. I myself am so taken by the two girls; I barely remember the rest of the first act.

Senora Bella fetches me. She hurries me off to a dressing room where she gets me out of my harem costume and into a new pair of black heels, silvery thong, and skin-tight designer jeans. She ties a golden mask over my eyes. I am topless and shivering with anticipation. My exposed breasts and cleavage jiggle and sway and hang down to here.

She tells me to go out to the lobby and circulate among the guests. “They are excited now and they will appreciate seeing you in this outfit. Let them touch and smell you while you serve them drinks. Whatever they do to you, do not resist. Always keep a smile. Let them have their way.” As I make my way out to the lobby, Harry is nowhere to be seen.  

They have lowered the girl again from the ceiling. I can see the marks on her thighs and ass. She is crying now, out of joy or pain I am not sure. The guests cluster around her to watch a handsome young man position himself between her thighs. He is bent on fucking her backside. For a second I can feel the sting of her welts and I wish it were me in that harness.

A long table with an ivory linen runner stands in the center of the lobby. Young women, kneeling on pads beneath the table are holding it up. Except for their mouths, their heads are tightly clad in rubber so soft it molds itself to their faces. The table contains smoked salmon, caviar, finger foods, fruits, and delicate pastries. Guests are standing around the table. Women lift their gowns and men open their pants to avail themselves of the oral pleasures offered by the faceless girls kneeling before them.

There are other immobilized female figures with swollen bustlines and plump thighs scattered around the lobby. Their heads are clad too with the taut ebony rubber. Only their mouths and pussies are exposed. Some are kneeling.  Some are standing. I am surprised how many of the women avail themselves of this unusual service. Some of the kneeling girls busily suck cocks. Others are hidden, draped beneath long gowns. I watch an elegantly gowned woman lift her skirt and drop it over the head of a kneeling figure. She continues to sip champagne and chat with her husband while she presses the back of the girl’s head into her thighs and pussy. Her hips and thighs are shivering at the efforts of the girl imprisoned beneath her gown.

Senora is right of course. The guests, men and women, cannot keep their hands off me. Perhaps it is because they have not seen me before. At first, I am scared and nervous.  Then, I realize in a small way I am becoming a star…well, at least during intermission. As I serve drinks, the guests fondle my pussy and nearly bare breasts. A gentleman tells me my tits should be on display. He lifts my breasts and arranges them on my drink tray. “All the better to see and touch those lovely tits,” he says, pinching my elongated nipples until they hurt.  He runs his hand over my backside and gives me a couple of stinging spanks. The sounds turn heads. He moves away with a lecherous grin. I wish he would stay with me, but he has already transferred his attention to a busty kneeling figure.  

Across the lobby, a handsome older man with an elegant mane of silver hair and a thick mustache is standing beside his wife. She is wearing a gorgeous dark blue satin gown. The front of her dress scoops low beneath her full bosom. They are watching me, smiling and whispering. I can feel their eyes tracking me as I move about the room. I worry I have done something to upset them. I have only seen Senora’s wrath once. I do not want to experience it again.

            As I’m heading back to the bar to replenish my drink tray, the couple moves toward me. They cut me off. In the corner of my eye, I see Senora Bella watching me like a hawk. Where is Senor Harry? He would know what to do.

            “Luz, come here,” the man orders in a tone that indicates he is accustomed to being obeyed. His wife watches me approach with a sly smile and glimmering emerald eyes. Her hair is dark red. A diamond tiara flashes arrows of light from the strands of her hair. I am drawn into her beauty and the man’s control and presence. I smile shyly.

“Can I help you?” I ask, unable to look into the man’s dark eyes.

“Just stand here a moment, Luz. We want to have a good look at you.” He responds.

“I’m sorry, but h-how do you know my name?”

The wife laughed. “We know all about you. My husband and I are your mistress’ benefactors. We provide what we can to financially support these lavish productions. Even though your mistress prices the tickets in the stratosphere, the ticket income alone cannot possibly cover the production costs.”

“We think it’s worth every penny,” the man said, stroking the waxed handle of his mustache. “We are pleased Ms. Carcouski found you.  We look forward to a long relationship.” 

His fingertips caress my super-hard nipples, sending bright currents through my body. He comes close, runs his palm over the taut denim covering my pussy. I feel faint at his raspy touch. I glance at his wife. Her eyes have narrowed to pinpoints. She is playing with her nipples while her husband kisses me. His lips taste of champagne. I stand unmoving and terrified as he opens my jeans and lowers them over my hips, exposing my platinum thong. Suddenly, I am alone with this powerful man, unaware my mistress is watching my every move. His fingers slip inside me like tiny snakes while his other hand caresses and squeezes my breasts. He drops to his knees. My eyes are closed. I can feel her warmth, tawny and hot. Her lips brush then press against my mouth. Her lips part. I feel her tongue slithering into my mouth. Her hands are gentler and smaller than her husband’s. They caress my breasts. She lifts my breast from the tray and begins to nurse. Her husband’s tongue is halfway up my pussy. As I melt into sublimation, I realize he is a match for Harry. I throw back my head and let out a muffled scream of joy.   

“Your mistress has promised us you will serve at our parties,” the woman whispers as she gives me one last lingering kiss and tugs up my jeans and closes them for me. My husband and I will teach you the meaning of servitude and submission. You will love every minute.”

“Thank you Ma’am,” “I whisper gratefully as they walk away. Senora is smiling proudly as she comes toward me. I am ready for show time...  

When the curtain rises, the stage is completely dark. As we rehearsed, I am hidden high above the stage suspended by my arms from a length of silver chain. I am completely naked. As the stage manager gently lowers me, there is the click of a switch and I am suddenly bathed in the bright glare of a lone spot light. I hear the muted gasp coming from the audience.

It’s Show time!

My extended arms lift my swollen breasts high onto my rib cage. My erect nipples stand at attention like a pair of little soldiers. They are pointing straight out to the audience. I wonder where Senora’s benefactors are sitting. I catch their faces in the front row looking up at me without expression. As I slowly descend, my body rotates, offering the audience a look at every inch of me. I casually spread my legs as Senora instructed so they can all see my pussy. Senora wants me to look like I am in pain, “Look mournful, “she says. “Think of your mother dying.” It must be working. The audience is as silent as an empty church. I can feel their eyes, admiring my body and tingling breasts.

I see Senora slip into an aisle seat in the front row. She sits quietly, almost apprehensive I think. Her hands are folded on her lap. She opens her bodice. Her wonderfully full breasts descend into plain view. She is doing it for me. Mistress and child.  Madonna and daughter. I can only think of nursing now. I want to suckle her great cushiony breasts, fill my mouth with her milk, and let it dribble down my chin. I love her. She is becoming my like my mother and my best girlfriend. I hope when I am her age, a younger woman will want my breasts as I want hers. Just thinking about it makes me shiver.

I notice Senora’s benefactor is staring up at me. In the flickering kerosene foot lights, I can see his lips are wet with excitement. His wife’s breasts, which are nearly as large as mine, are resting in her lap. Their alabaster hue compliments the dark blue of her gown. Her nipples are fully erect, proudly sprouting from their areole beds. She has what my sister says are perfect breasts, so large and full with the tracery of her veins faintly visible beneath the translucent flesh. I watch her husband’s hand slide beneath them. Still watching me, he begins to tease her until she giggles and smile fondly at him. I am getting hot, just watching them and my mistress, too.  I wonder if I will climax before my part of the show even begins.

When my bare feet touch the stage floor, I hear the click of Miss Phillips’ heels before I see her. I had only met her briefly before the show. I barely know her. Now, we are on the stage together. She is absolutely lovely, tall and slender with deep blue eyes, long blonde hair, and high full breasts. The wardrobe mistress has tight-laced her into a suit of gleaming mahogany leather that defines every curve in her luscious shape. I can see the outlines of her nipples and the plump rise and cleft in her pussy. Her stiletto-heeled boots are made of soft leather. The supple hide hugs her calves and ankles. As far as I am concerned, those boots are to die for.

Her hair is drawn back into a long sweeping hank. Her eyes gleam beneath long radiant lashes. She is carrying a bottle of oil. She begins to tease me with her long nails. She runs the tips of her fingers over my straining breasts and painfully hard nipples before she traces a faint line down my belly and between my legs. I cannot help myself. My pussy is still buzzing from the benefactor’s tongue. I shiver with delight at her gentle strokes that caress the lips of my pussy.  It is so quiet now when she kisses me, I let out a soft moan that can be heard in the back row.

She kisses and sucks my earlobes, whispering I had better relax. I cannot help it. She is electrifying me. I shriek out, demand relief. By now, you would think I would have grown accustomed to the touch of a woman’s hands. I love every touch of her, but the combination of being on stage before an audience and her artful hands make me think of Senora’s dildo and Senor Harry’s fat cock up my ass. I could faint.

I am moaning with rapture. Miss Simmons pauses and grabs me. She gives me a hard slap on my backside and then another. The chain slackens and she swings me over her hip like a mother about to spank her naughty child. She gives me a brisk stinging spanking that I’m sure reddens my butt-cheeks. When she is through, she lowers me to my knees. Kneeling before her, she places her hands on the back of my head and presses my wet face into the taut leather covering her sex. The scent of the rich leather and the warmth and scent of her coming through the leather make me open my mouth wide. I begin to gnaw and suckle the leather like a baby at its mother’s breast. I am beginning to come when Senora Harry enters stage left.

My pussy is wet and throbbing as I continue to kneel before Miss Simmons. I keep my face firmly planted between her thighs. God, the scent of her is too much. The orchestra begins playing Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings. I only know this title because it is one of Senora Bella’s favorites. I know nothing of music but it is now one of my favorites. Senora plays it when I am about to be fucked and fucked good, which is pretty often. I love the sad somber chords and the excitement I feel when I hear it. Senora says the haunting sounds are arranged in a minor key, which means nothing to me. All I know is I get the shivers when I hear it.  

Harry prances proudly onto the stage on the balls of his bare feet. He is completely naked and looking defiant, though Senora and I both know he is really a pussycat. He has a short whip in his hand. He has used it in rehearsals and I won’t deny I have to come like it. Its sting arouses me. His cock is on high alert. It looks like a police officer’s truncheon. He dismisses Miss Simmons with a kiss and draws me up onto my feet. He easily lifts me and holds me suspended with his cock between my thighs.  His hardened muscles remind me of carved marble. I want his cock so bad I am shaking. Still holding me into him, Harry glances at the audience and smiles. The ribs and valleys of his rock-hard body are a show in itself. I can imagine what the women are thinking. In the flickering gaslight, he gleams like a polished statue.

He gently releases me. The chain tightens, lifts me so that I am hanging in front of him, I stare into his eyes and I cannot gauge his feelings. He is a natural actor .Senora Bella has taught him well. He studies me as if I were an insect, a bit of something under a microscope. Awash in the music, I watch him stand back and lift his whip. I offer him the hint of a knowing smile at the first curling lash of the whip across my hips. He lashes my breasts, leaving faint marks and an arousing tingle.

“More…harder!” the benefactress shrieks from the front row. I am both surprised and further excited by her outburst. I see it clearly now. I am the star of this show.

It’s show time!  

The sting of the whip excites me. I twist and moan as if I cannot stand the lash. Senora Harry understands and does not dare deviate from Senora Bella’s script. He smiles at the audience and steps up the pace. His mouth hardens into a thin line. He is no longer teasing. He is whipping me hard now. I no longer have to act. The tendrils excite and arouse me. I scream and try to twist away from him. I love the pain, what he is doing to me. It makes me want him more than anything. I am feeling sensuous and faint. My head drops. The audience applause encourages Harry and makes me wet. It is a profound moment.  

As the applause peaks, he drops his whip. He easily gently lifts me onto him. I spread my legs and he kisses me as he positions me on the tip of his cock. He teases me with its bulbous head until I am begging him to fuck me. I want to control him and I want him to fuck me blind. I feign submission and wrap my legs tightly around his rock-hard thighs. The audience has fallen silent. I can hear them breathing. The mood is leaden, fraught with anticipation.

He begins slowly, playing with me until I lose control and go stark raving mad. He is timing the action perfectly with the music; He pulls me hard into his hips. I feel like I might explode as his huge ram fills me. The music swells to a soaring crescendo. I scream. With one single powerful thrust, he brings me to climax. I come and he jets into me. We are flying now. I hold him to me with my legs as we slowly ascend, our bodies shivering in synchrony. We have become one…the perfect fuck.  I am dazzled and dreamy. He is still fucking me and still coming as we disappear above the stage. There is thunderous applause, whistling, calls for me.

Madre Dios, I ask…I pray… this never ends.

A lone figure sits in the very back row of the theater. One hand is busy beneath her skirt. The other teases her nipples so that they are hard and erect. Luz’s sister Alondra stares at the empty stage as if her sister were still there. She ignores the audience streaming up the aisles on either side of her. She is spellbound. Through half-closed eyes, she can still see Luz and Harry disappear before the curtain falls. Her sister has no idea she is in the theater much less she is coming to live with her. She is anxious to see Luz again and show her how her bust line has grown ever so much larger. Her mother said it would happen, it ran in her family, but she never believed it. Luz used to tease her, called her stick-girl. Well, it is all different now. When Senora Bella takes her back stage, Luz will be shocked at the growth in her boobs and hips. She is no longer a stick-girl. She is a well-fleshed woman. Senora Bella says they will be doing an act with Harry, which she is going to call “Harry and the Sisters.  The sheer anticipation of being on that stage with Harry sends a frisson of pleasure coursing through her. Biting her lip, thighs trembling, she thinks of Harry and his humungous cock and sinks into a shimmering sea of ecstasy.

The End