The Sex Show, a short story by ChrisWestlake. Date added: 2008-10-10. Times viewed: 7089.
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- She spent the day leisurely, exploring the picturesque streets and the hidden alleys. She stopped at cafes and sipped coffee as she watched the wonderful variety of people walking past, completely oblivious to her existence.
Liz had been looking forward to this weekend away in Amsterdam for an absolute age. And now that she was here, she felt just wonderful. She loved the city; the relaxed mannerisms of the people; the beautiful canals, and the vast array of little shops.
As the day turned into evening, Liz was keen to explore the infamous Amsterdam nightlife! The day had made her feel completely relaxed, and as she put on a little slip of a dress and eyed herself in the mirror, she felt free and sexy!
Liz strolled from quiet bar to quiet bar. The wine and the change of environment had given her body a warm glow. She wandered with no real intention or purpose, but was completely content. Every street seemed similar, with a canal down the centre and bars and attractions on either side. However, she realized after she had turned down maybe one street too many, that her surroundings no longer felt familiar.
It was obvious that Liz had wandered into the infamous Red Light District. Ladies of the night stood in windows, enticing men inside. She was surrounded by sex shops and flashing lights which promised her the time of her life. It was a million miles from the civilized environment where she had spent her day. And yet Liz was aware that she welcomed the intrusion, and was open to anything that the night had to offer.
She found herself being drawn inside one of the venues. She wandered down the spiral staircase and paid her entrance money. It was busy inside, with seat after seat taken mainly it seemed by men. She found a single seat at the front, directly in front of the stage. Almost as soon as she had sat down, the show began.
It was a sex show, full of beautiful men and ladies performing incredible sexual acrobatics. The crudeness of the act however suggested that this was one of Amsterdam's seedier shows. Liz could virtually see juices glistening as legs were spread and men and women enjoyed athletic sex just feet from where she sat. She caught the eye of one of the male performers, a young man with a strong body and mischievous twinkle in his eye. He smiled and kept her gaze as her eyes wandered down to the erect length between his legs.
Although Liz suddenly felt slightly self-conscious, she also felt fantastic. She stretched her legs out and considered discreetly slipping a finger underneath her skimpy dress. Just as she was considering whether or not this act would be too blatant, she realized that there was already a hand sliding along the inside of her thigh. It belonged to the man that was sat next to her, who she had never even set eyes on before. Liz did not turn to face him now either, but instead widened her legs ever so slightly, allowing the hand to continue the journey upwards. She bit her lip as the stray hand reached the top, parting her sweet lips and caressing her tender clit.
The performer on stage was still watching her intently; watching her squirm on her seat as the stranger fingered her. Liz kept her gaze on him too; watched him enter another lady from behind and start fucking her. Liz arched her back forward as the finger brought her to an orgasm. Her face was hot and flushed and her body felt as though it was on fire.
After she had regained her senses somewhat, she watched in a trance as the performer pulled out of the lady and moved towards her. Closer and closer until he was holding her hand and was pulling her up onto the stage. Her entrance was greeted by a loud cheer from the men in the audience. Liz felt incredibly exposed, and yet amazingly calm. The man introduced her, proclaiming that she was their special guest for the evening. He then pulled the straps from her dress off her shoulders. The dress became just a stray garment on the floor next to her feet. Liz stood naked on the stage, and her nakedness was again greeted by cheers from the audience. The man gave her a soft kiss on the lips, and then whispered in her ear in a soft Dutch accent, to relax and just enjoy.
He lowered his head and took a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it tenderly. She could feel her bud stiffen in his mouth, as his warm tongue teased and played. He then took her hand and guided her so that she leant over and arched her body forwards. She was met by another man's cock, which stood erect and inviting, just inches from her mouth. Liz grabbed at the cock and took it inside her mouth. It was so long and thick and it throbbed in her mouth as she sucked on it desperately. She shuddered as she felt her favorite sex performer enter her from behind. He announced to the audience that 'their special guest is enjoying what we call a Spitroast.' She felt like such a slut as the audience laughed and roared, but the juices trickling down her thigh told her what she already knew...that she loved the feeling.
She was surrounded by sex performers now, both male and female. And they wanted to make sure that she was the main attraction and give a show that the audience would remember. A man lifted her up and then lowered her onto a waiting cock, which she rode frantically. As she grinded on the cock, a lady wrapped her lips around her protruding nipples and sucked roughly. Another man slipped his finger inside her pussy, so that she was being fucked and fingered at the same time. The performers played to the audience, shouting that 'their special guest just loves to be fucked good and proper' and the audience shouted and cheered with appreciation.
Liz just went with the flow, and was fucked by numerous strangers in all manner of wonderful and new positions. Her body was overcome with pleasure, as she panted and gasped like a common slut. As the performers reached their finale and Liz lay exhausted, the audience stood and clapped.
Liz slipped back into the Amsterdam night with her body and mind glowing, back to the quiet and dignified wine bars.
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