Terran Times - Violet Visions Part 22

They all chuckled at that.

"How do I look, Freddy?"

"You'll do," he said. He peered at her crotch. Fine, light blond hair had its advantages. "I'll shave you nice and close, later."

"Come on, I'll take you to see the boss."

Eric Francisco was a big burly man with a perpetual five o'clock shadow. He wore a tuxedo, but it looked out of place on him. Sylvia pictured him in coveralls with a large mug of beer. He laughed a lot. He shook hands with Freddy and then turned to Sylvia with a big grin on his large round face. He reached down behind her and squeezed one side of her b.u.t.t with his big paw.

Then, he planted a sloppy kiss on her cheek when he hugged her in welcome.

"I've heard great things about you," he said. "From the looks of you, they didn't exaggerate." He reached out and cupped Sylvia's left b.o.o.b. "Very nice," his thumb circling her prominent, oversized nipple. "D cup?"

Sylvia couldn't help a grin. She nodded. She usually didn't like being pawed over by h.o.r.n.y, sloppy old men, even if it was the boss, but Eric was more like a big old teddy bear. She turned around and shook her booty at him, looking back over her shoulder to see his reaction.

He grinned. "Oh, yeah, you'll do just fine. Most of the girls spend time parading around in the lounge. If you want to get up on stage to get familiar with the layout, feel free. Ronaldo, the bartender will announce you, and you can put on a show if you want to practice. The customers will love it. By the way, the rules 193 Violet Visions are 'look but don't touch.' So no lap dances or navel shots. The stage is out of reach so they can't rub hundred dollar bills on your tush either."

Sylvia joined the other girls as they sashayed around and checked each other out. She got up on the stage and did some poses, just to get a feel for the place. The light gravity threw her timing off, but it allowed her to stand upside down much easier.

Jumps were simpler but she had to be careful not to jump too far, and her b.o.o.bs, which were spectacular anyway, floated out in front of her like pointers, but they wouldn't jiggle and sway the way they would back in Australia.

The compet.i.tion would be tough, that was for sure. The place was packed with men and a few women. She figured some of the women were hookers, but some of them just seemed to be regular patrons. There was plenty of booze and the music was loud. The lighting was subdued except for the stage, where intense spotlights made sure every detail of a woman's body would be noticed.

Back in their room, Freddy checked her out.

"d.a.m.n, you're gorgeous. How do I rate hooking up with a babe like you?"

Sylvia just smiled and giggled a little. He really was a bit of a stud in his own way. He had a marvelous slender, but muscular body, well tanned and virtually void of hair, even around his c.o.c.k. His chiseled face and deep-set blue eyes made him look a little mysterious until you got to know him. In the s.e.x department, he wasn't overly endowed, but he could go almost forever and then be ready for another round in no time. He also was a great kisser, in more ways than one, and he knew how to use his tongue to excite Sylvia beyond ecstasy.

He checked her all over for embarra.s.sing blemishes and, finding none, said, "Okay. You look great. This low gravity really 194 eXtasy's Collective Mind makes your figure look even better than usual."

"Yeah, but the other girls all have the same advantage."

"I don't know about that. Several of them are silicon enhanced. Since you're all natural, you really look a lot better, and s.e.xy as h.e.l.l. You ought to run away with this contest."

"I hope so."

"Okay. Lay down over here on the bed." He went into the bathroom and emerged with a razor and a can of shaving cream.

"Spread 'em and let me shave you clean."

Sylvia leaned back and spread her legs wide for Freddy to get to her girly parts. He was an expert at keeping her cleaned up, and he never cut or nicked her. He softly hummed the tune to 'Here She Comes, Miss America' as he worked. After he finished and cleaned her off, he couldn't help himself. He leaned over, spread the lips, and kissed them, then licked her c.l.i.t the way only he knew she liked it.

"Oh, Freddy..."

"Mmm..."

Her hips began to move as he dropped a little lower and inserted his tongue up into her v.a.g.i.n.a, tickling her c.l.i.t with his nose. She suddenly twitched and her hips thrust upward into his face. She reached down and grabbed his head, entangling her slender fingers in his silky blond hair.

Wham! Her body tingled as the o.r.g.a.s.m radiated out from her crotch. Wham! "Oh yeah, another one..."

Freddy knew how to drive her to one after another, but he didn't want to wear her out. He gave her c.l.i.t one last lick and then sat up. "Okay, that's enough for now."

"Oh, Freddy, don't stop now."

"Later. You have that I'm h.o.r.n.y as h.e.l.l glow right now, and I want it to show through while you perform."

"Okay." She was recovering from the pleasurable experience 195 Violet Visions and became more composed.

"Just hold those thoughts. You know what to do. Have s.e.x with the audience while you're up there. Are you going to do the upside down Chinese split?"

"Of course. It's my best pose, you know that. And not everybody can do something like that."

"I know, but just be careful in this low gravity."

"I will." She leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "I know what I'm doing."

"And I'll f.u.c.k the s.h.i.+t out of you when it's over and you've won."

"I'm counting on it. That gives me something to look forward to."

They grinned at each other.

He stood up. "It's almost time."

She embraced him and kissed him pa.s.sionately. Her tongue darted into his mouth as he held her in his arms. "You make me so h.o.r.n.y."

Just then there was a knock on the door. A voice from outside called, "Showtime."

Freddy opened the door and held it for her. She strutted out into the hall wearing nothing but her four-inch heels.

The whole place was illuminated in black light except for the stage where four bright spotlights lit the small performance area.

There were three poles and two steel railings. And toward the back was a gla.s.s tub filled with soapy water into which a stream of water poured from overhead. Everything a nude contestant needed was right there. Sylvia climbed up and began her performance by swinging from pole to pole, humping her smooth p.u.s.s.y against them, and wrapping her luscious thighs around them. She gradually widened the spread of her legs to display her generous gifts for the men.

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eXtasy's Collective Mind Her perfectly formed b.r.e.a.s.t.s wouldn't sway the way they would in regular gravity, so she cupped them and offered them to her admirers. Between Freddy's warm-up and the heat from all those h.o.r.n.y men, her larger than normal nipples strained to be caressed, pointing out toward the lights. Posing and dancing in front of a room full of men always excited Sylvia. The knowledge that every one of them had a hard-on and was dreaming of f.u.c.king her filled her with l.u.s.t for them. It showed in her performance. It was why she always won these contests.

First, she soaked her body in the pouring water and soaped it up to make it give off an erotic glow. Then she gave them a detailed tour of her anatomy, bending over and spreading her a.s.s cheeks, sprawling on the floor with her legs spread wide, and leaning over backward, supporting herself with her hands and feet, legs spread wide to display her most attractive attributes and stretch her b.o.o.bs tight against her torso, enhancing the look of her exaggerated nipples.

The men hooted and whistled, clapping and stomping their feet, egging her on to her famous grand finale. Every one of them had seen pictures or videos of her other performances and they were all waiting for her to get to the best part. Sylvia was about to climax in a ma.s.sive o.r.g.a.s.m. She always did at the end of a really great performance, and this was becoming one of her best.

She kicked her legs up into the air above the stage, standing on her head and hands. It was easier in the low gravity, no doubt, but she wished the light gravity would pull more at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s.

As the men all rose to their feet to peer at her last and most famous pose, she spread her legs straight out in an upside down Chinese split, pointing her toes at the opposite walls. Then she started to rhythmically flex the muscles of her a.s.s cheeks, first one, then the other, then her thighs, left then right, then her calves. Then back to her cheeks. Finally, she used her Tantric 197 Violet Visions training to move and flex her v.a.g.i.n.al muscles. It was barely visible, but the men knew what she was doing and were watching for it. Her p.u.s.s.y lips flexed open, her c.l.i.t peeked out from its secret hood. Her cheeks flexed and her milky thighs strained to spread ever wider.

The l.u.s.t in their eyes heightened her libido to its highest peak. She climaxed. The o.r.g.a.s.m was so fierce, the c.u.m exploding from her wide open v.a.g.i.n.a, that the men were entranced. Sylvia almost lost consciousness, it was so powerful.

She swayed as the waves of pleasure flowed through her body to the accompaniment of a room full of beer swilling, h.o.r.n.y men who had heard about this kind of performance, but had never seen it live. The noise of their encouragement was so overwhelming that it finally broke through to Sylvia.

She switched her split to fore and aft, then switched leg positions. She grinned as she finished the performance. She knew it was one of the greatest ones she had ever put on. As she returned to an upright position and stood up, she did her best to s.h.i.+mmy and jiggle her buns and her b.o.o.bs, but her body was so firm and the gravity was so weak that it was not as effective as it would have been in Australia.

She climbed down from the stage and into the arms of a grinning Freddy.

"That was amazing," he said.

She kissed him pa.s.sionately.

"I've never seen you that good. Ever!" He wrapped his arm around her and guided her across the floor.

The rule was-look, don't touch-but they couldn't help themselves. Sylvia didn't mind. She was still in the thrall of her erotic performance. The hands touching her and feeling her up as they made their way across the floor just made her feel even s.e.xier. She wished she could f.u.c.k all of them all at the same 198 eXtasy's Collective Mind time. She glanced at Freddy who could see her reaction and was not trying to keep her from enjoying her pleasure.

They finally made it to the dressing room.

She threw herself into his arms. "It was really great, wasn't it?" she whispered, licking his ear.

"That it was."

She dropped to her knees and grabbed him around the b.u.t.t, pulling his crotch to her face. She could feel his hard-on straining to be released from his pants. A heat of pa.s.sion radiated from both of them. She really wanted to f.u.c.k for about an hour or more, but she knew she shouldn't. It wouldn't do for her to climb up on stage for the awards ceremony with Freddy's c.u.m oozing out of her v.a.g.i.n.a.

But she could suck him off. That was almost as much fun as getting f.u.c.ked. They could f.u.c.k all they wanted after the contest was over.

She got his pants undone and pulled them down to his knees.

His stiff member stood straight out, yearning for her lips. She licked the tip of it, then, lovingly, she slowly pulled it into her mouth, swirling her warm tongue around it, sucking hard. She caressed his b.a.l.l.s as they tensed up, ready to deliver their milky white fluid. He began to thrust with his hips into her mouth and eventually down her throat. Sylvia was an expert at breathing between the strokes. She grabbed his a.s.s cheeks and pulled him to her as he thrust deeper and deeper into her mouth and throat.

He moaned softly as he placed his hands on the back of her head and held her to his pleasure zone.

Suddenly he speeded up. Sylvia knew he would soon lose control. They held each other as Freddy thrust his d.i.c.k ever more urgently into Sylvia's face. She glanced up. His eyes were closed and his head was thrown back. His muscular body was focused on the center of his universe, which was, at that point in 199 Violet Visions time, violently f.u.c.king the mouth of the s.e.xiest woman alive.

The explosion of c.u.m came on an inward stroke. Sylvia swallowed his whole d.i.c.k, and all the c.u.m that squirted out of it.

Another stroke. Another explosion. She swallowed all of it.

Stroke after stroke, he came, pumping great gobs of the stuff down her throat. Sylvia never even tasted any of it until he started to slow and after most of it was already down her gullet. But she managed to suck the last little bit from his slowly shrinking c.o.c.k as he redistributed the blood in his body back to other vital functions and let his love member go limp.

"Oh, G.o.d, Sylvia. That was amazing."

Sylvia slurped her lips off of him and licked them. She smiled up at her lover.

"I thought so, too."

"I'll pay you back later," he said.

"Count on it."

"Here, let me fix your lipstick and makeup."

It wasn't a long wait for the summons they awaited. Sylvia was ready.

There was no question. She won handily.

Suddenly, Selene was at Sylvia's side, presenting her with a purple headdress identical to the one she wore.

The other women painted her body in an identical pattern to Selene's and then ushered her to a throne that had been installed on the stage, high up so she could look down on all her subjects.

The black light enhanced the erotic effect of the purple body paint.

She reigned for a week and was treated like real royalty.

Anything she or Freddy wanted, she had only to ask. The prize was a substantial amount of money, deposited in a bank on the moon, where it would not be taxed. Sylvia and Freddy f.u.c.ked their brains out every chance they got.

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eXtasy's Collective Mind But eventually, they had to return to Earth.

"You know," she said as she sat at the bar in the Crazy Horse Saloon, "I could get used to living up there."

Freddy sat next to her, gazing at her with adoring eyes.

"Yeah," the burly bartender said, "but then you'd miss all this."

A gla.s.s whizzed overhead as the nightly brawl between drunks began.

The moon was nice, but Adelaide was home.

201.

Violet Visions STAR OF THE SHOW.

BY.

STONE RICHARDS.

onni Marlow sat at his dressing table. The face in the mirror J was slowly taking on the appearance of an alien queen, a creature from another planet that held the future of her people in the palm of her hand.

He smiled slightly and released a long sigh. At last he had reached the pinnacle of his career. He had managed to acquire the lead role in Alien Queen, a Carl Montgomery production. A s.h.i.+ver of disbelief washed through his insides. It was all too wonderful to realize.

"But I did it."

He shook the powder puff, ridding the pouf of excess talc before running the brush over his face and setting the bisque colored foundation he had just applied. Turning his head from side to side, he inspected the shadow line arching along his chiseled jaw. Satisfied that all traces of beard were covered sufficiently, he turned his attention to making up his eyes. He 202 eXtasy's Collective Mind chose lavender shadow and a matching pencil and began creating the sultry look he imagined Queen Niven might wear.

His career as a female impersonator had spanned ten years-ten years of hard work and dedication to the fine art of voice study and body sculpting. He s.h.i.+fted slightly on the padded stool, crossing one bare leg over the other. His body was finely toned, long ropy muscles sculpted to resemble feminine curves and fleshy bulges. He slid one palm along his side, easing it across his hip and onto his thigh. His touch generated a want inside him. He lowered his hand to the tiny silk bikini panty covering his crotch and skimmed his fingertips across his aroused c.o.c.k. It lay beneath the silky covering growing hard at his mere thought of the curtain rising on stage and he being poised as the alien Queen Niven on her elaborate throne.

He pulled in a shaky breath and closed his eyes, envisioning the audience's reaction to seeing him sitting on the alien throne.

Surely every male in the audience will want me.