CUNTHIA’S CHARM 6 by Regis

Disclaimer: The following is fiction. The story’s content does not represent the writer’s beliefs, opinions, or attitudes. This story is intended for adult entertainment only. The characters and events depicted in this work are fictional. The author does not condone or promote unlawful activity as the story describes. By continuing to read this work, you acknowledge that you are an adult who wishes to read works of fantasy and fiction for the purpose only of fantasy. All the characters in this story are adults. They may play different ages for the fictional character they are depicting, but they remain at all times adults.

Feature Writer: Regis

Feature Title: CUNTHIA’S CHARM 6

Published: 27.10.2024

Story Codes: Young Ones, Abuse, Snuff

Synopsis: Alan and Cunthia had met in college, shared an interest in abnormal sex, and after marriage, developed friendships with people who were also interested in pushing their sexual boundaries. He became incredibly wealthy and developed an interest in little girls. She became known as Cunthia and became jealous of his fancy for fucking little girls. He divorced her when they were both fifty-two, bought her a home on the far side of the county in Los Angeles, and left her to pursue her interests. She did exactly that, in spades. She moved from wild parties to joining a group that held sessions with dire outcomes, and attended secret club shows where the outcome for a naked beauty, from twenty-five down to age seven, was a violent entertainment killing. She thought she had died and gone to Heaven, although it much more resembled Hell.

Cunthia’s Charm 6

Madclit’s chauffeur dropped them off on Rodeo Drive, and Bobo stayed with him, sitting obediently in his long shirt in the front passenger seat, ahead of the glass divider. They went to shops Madclit knew and began a several-hour shopping spree.

They also visited the shop where Cunthia had bought her PCS and got one for Madclit, who was delighted with it. The chauffeur was always nearby when they came out of a shop, and by mid-afternoon, they and amassed a trunk full of parcels and bags.

They were anxious to try out their new purchases and spent the rest of the day in the back of the limo trying on new purchases and playing with some of their new toys. Before they knew it darkness had fallen, and they realized they were both famished, having eaten nothing since breakfast.

Madclit told her driver to go to a place she frequented, and within minutes he stopped in front of an extravagant building with a canopy extending out from ten-foot-high double rosewood doors to the street. Because it was only 7:30, and Madclit knew the Matre d’ they had no trouble being seated.

They ordered a bottle of Champagne, raw oysters on the half shell, and Chateaubriand for two. All of the food was either prepared or finished on carts beside the tables and was done with by the chef with a flourish. The food was excellent, as was the service.

The women became fast friends, both in constant orgasm thanks to their PCS devices. Soon after they finished their dessert of boysenberries and lemon yogurt generously sprinkled with Triple Sec, the lights dimmed and a pair of young female dancers climbed onto a small stage.

They were a pair of beauties, a blonde, and a brunette, dressed in the fashion of erotic French Maids. They wore tiny caps clipped in their hair, their hair curled down on either side of their face to their shoulders, they wore tightly laced girdles that pressed their impressive breasts up and together into melon mounds, the nipples exposed, red garter belts, black hose and spike heeled shoes.

Speaking French, they insulted each other using foul language only the French would understand, and they started slapping each other’s faces and breasts. That quickly escalated to punching, hair pulling and face and breast scratching. In minutes they were down on the stage engaged in wrestling, the punching and hair-pulling continuing.

Not long after the blonde got a grip on the other’s cunt, and the brunette responded by sliding three fingers into the blonde’s cunt. They were both worked up, sexually aroused by their battle, and the fingers went in easily. Both then worked the fourth finger and thumb into her opponent, right to their slender wrists.

Now their battle began in earnest as they started to fist fuck each other, pounding their fists to soften up the uterus and cervix at the back of the cunts they occupied. Cunthia had never before seen real fist fucking, and it had never involved uterus punching. These spunky young ladies were putting on an amazing show.

At last, both pulled their hands out, extended the middle finger from their fists, and thrust them back in deep, so that it appeared they were now fingering each other’s cervix, finger-fucking their uterus! Cunthia was glad she was not wearing panties because she began to squirt bursts of piss with excitement.

This was truly adult entertainment! As her vibrator sustained her high, she could imagine a finger probing her cervix and uterus. This was almost unbearable sexual excitement. She wondered if Madclit would finger her cervix if she did the same back.

That was a question for another time, but she knew not too far in the future. The writhing and moaning women lying on the stage began to fondle each other’s breasts, and soon they were deep French kissing. This was what Cunthia thought of as a natural resolution.

She used her napkin to sop up some of her urine from the plush leather chair. The aroma of piss and semen that filled the room told her she was not alone in her profound appreciation of the startling sex show. She was not the only woman who appreciated this kind of showmanship!

The naked performers rose, and standing in their spike-heeled shoes and nothing else, bowed to their audience, embraced and kissed again, reached behind and began finger fucking each other’s anus, and then they departed the stage to sustained applause.

Their obscene show had satisfied yet another audience. Cunthia couldn’t help but notice that upon withdrawing their finger’s from the other’s anus, they each thrust the soiled finger into their mouth to enjoy what she felt was entirely repugnant. How could they eat the other’s shit?

“I know these two,” Madclit said, “And they’re actors, not lesbians. This restaurant has a hidden secret party room downstairs, and these two both participate in group sex evenings. They’re popular with women, but spend most of their time balling men. You might enjoy joining in on one. It’s a place most people don’t know about for good reason, as the entertainment can go the distance like nothing is out of bounds. Nothing. I can arrange for an invitation for you if you’d like.”

“That would be amazing!” Cunthia said, “I’d be happy to take part in something like that as soon as possible!”

“Are you ready for something a bit more substantial?” Madclit asked, “I mean real hard-core entertainment with some risky acts? There’s a late-night club not too far away, and it opens at eleven. It’s almost that now. By arriving early we should have no trouble getting in. We might even get started on getting you a boy for your very own.”

“My God, really?”

“I know a man with connections,” Madclit said as they paid the bill and began to leave, “He’s always at the place we going to. He’s the one who arranged for me to obtain Bobo. He’s well connected and can satisfy any request, as long as you give him time to get it done right. It does take time to obtain a human you own, you know.

“The only thing I should warn you about is that he has a fetish for throat fucking. He has an enormous dong, and he likes to get a woman onto her knees, lean her way back, and then throat fuck her in front of his friends until she passes out from lack of air.

“He won’t do anything for you unless you submit to a deep throat fuck. It’s fucking painful, but well worth it. I’ve been told it’s quite safe since he knows what he’s doing. I was sure I was going to die when he throat fucked me. I kept swallowing hard to get him to ejaculate, but the prick resisted.

“I couldn’t believe the asshole’s sexual endurance, and he insisted on throat fucking me before he’d get me a boy. My friend said after I passed out, he kept deep face-fucking me until he shot his whole load of semen down into my stomach, with everyone cheering him on.

“And then, only after he’d loaded me with gobs of his protein, he finally pulled his cock out of my throat. Thankfully I was unconscious, so missed that part of it. They had to pump oxygen into me until I was revived. Let me tell you, that was an experience!”

“Fucking shit, that’s exciting!” Cunthia blurted.

Once more she spurted pee from excitement. They were in Madclit’s limo again, sitting on the leather seats, and her chauffeur was equipped to handle such common accidental urination. His Mistress and her guests were almost always pissing.

They were constantly sexually aroused in the limo, and their excitement couldn’t always contain their body fluids. A convenient cup holder held a small spray bottle of the odorless version of Febreze deodorant, and Madclit was ready for this.

As soon as she sensed the aroma of an accident, she smiled, reached for the spray can, and used it to perfect effect. It would never do to show up at the club surrounded by the aroma of urine. There might be enough of that once the show starts. One never knew.

THE END OF CHAPTER SIX

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