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Writer: Regis
Subject: THE LADIES’ SPORT 1
Story Codes: Erotic Horror
Synopsis: Thoroughbred Park was a private race track, where gamblers got sexual thrills as well as the chance to gamble on high-stakes horse races, as well as other competitions, which the two eager young businesswomen had heard about. Nothing was for certain, but their curiosity was piqued, so they found their way to the private track, where, at the very least, the jockeys rode naked. They discovered at a private party following the racing that there was another sport on which to wager, one far more outrageous and thrilling, in which society women got naked, and rode either end of a long double-ended dildo, attempting to hurt each other, a sport in which there was a gonad-damaging professional level. They wrangled an invitation to the ultra-private after party where they were able to get involved at a painfully intimate level, cunt to dildo-stuffed cunt. Gamblers bet on which woman was able to make the other scream first, and on which cunt would be the first to give up. This was both exciting and dangerous.
The Ladies’ Sport 1
Sharri knew exactly what was going on. She understood this hunk of a guy in the expensive suit was just looking for some unattached skirts to liven up a party that would have too many males. The girls were bored, and it sounded like a kick, so she and Andra agreed to accept the spur-of-the-moment invitation.
These were wealthy people, so they were sure to be safe, and they might just meet some really interesting and available men. They had come to the Thoroughbred Park race track just to see what it was like, and had enjoyed mixing with the big-time spenders. They had both dressed up, with bright colors, very short skirts, and high heels.
Instead of pantyhose, they had worn nylons with seams up the back and a garter belt. Those were so much sexier, and they both felt very sexy. They had not worn either panties or bras, as that made things more accessible, in case these guys wanted sex, as almost all guys did, and it paid to be ready.
Both girls were at their prime. They kept their well-proportioned bodies in great shape, and they were justifiably proud of their attractive bodies. They felt very feminine, and liked to attract attention. Showing the dark broad bands at the top of nylons was in vogue, particularly with such shapely legs.
Their stylish extremely short skirts with the added slits on both sides right up to the belt were short enough to give eye-catching views, making abundantly clear that their groins were bare. Both bitches were total eye candy, and they knew it. These two cunts were on a mission.
They had chosen provocative clothing with purpose; they intended to be admitted to the clubhouse to view the races from behind glass, rather than sit with the common people in the stands. Sharri had lied about her uncle being a member, and the man at the clubhouse door had admitted the two striking looking young women without question.
The races had been exciting, as both girls enjoyed the sight of the
powerful horses totally under control of the provocative little jockeys. This was a private track, and the jockeys rode naked. The very sight of muscular flesh of the horses giving their all was stimulating, as was the sight of the jockeys crushing their nuts against the tiny saddles, and their large rigid penises ejaculating as they approached the finish line.
When the girls went to the powder room, they shared with each other that their cuntlips were damp from watching the powerful animals thundering down toward the finish line. They were surprised that they had found sexual arousal in such a detached way, and began to get the sense of what a voyeur experienced.
Today was a special day at the track, with television coverage of an annual stake, with a huge purse. Horse owners from across the country had gathered to test their best racing stock, and after the presentation of the cup with the huge cash prize, a reception followed.
After that there was to be a private party, hosted by the winner. He was a wealthy industrialist, well known for his interest in horse flesh. He was also reputed to have a similar interest in women.
It was a man from the winner’s private box that had approached Sharri and Andra to accompany him to the party, and it took little persuasion for them to accept.
The purse for the big race had been more than one hundred thousand dollars, and the winner had already started to spend it. He had rented the two top floors of the Westin Hotel, including the Presidential Suite, and had moved in his own staff, closing off the top floor to hotel staff.
There were nearly two hundred guests, and the bar was busy. The hotel had prepared a sumptuous buffet, and the girls greedily fed themselves with the unusual and tasty offerings. There was a party band playing in one room, and a country band in another. All of the guests were there for a good time, and the two girls enjoyed the attention they attracted.
When things started to wind down, the man who had invited them
discretely asked them if they cared to stay for a small and unusual after-party. He said it was a special treat for the host’s friends, and the owners of the horses his had beaten. There would be some entertainment, featuring some very daring young ladies, and they might find it interesting.
The girls were feeling at home, were anxious to stay, and readily agreed. These people were high class, and acted it, not like others they had seen. They had been at a party once where strippers entertained, and found the risqué entertainment to be very interesting.
Sharri and Andra had enjoyed the provocative strip acts the gorgeous girls had done on top of the dining room table. They had blushed when the outrageous girls had climbed down from the table and moved among the guests. They were downright
embarrassed when the pair of naked hussies used their well shaven sex organs to pick up beer bottles, and then tips from some of the party guests.
Those beautiful girls had been shameless. After performing for a couple of hours, the sluts had moved up to the bedrooms to entertain the men one or two at a time. The beautiful strippers had proven themselves to be no more than lowly whores. They had seen nothing like those harlots here, but even if the after-
party had them, the two adventurers knew they could handle it.
It wasn’t every day that they got to play with the rich folks. They were prepared for beautiful young strippers and their obscene acts. This was a chance to see how the wealth elite got their rocks off, to see if these people were really any different from their own male friends. They wouldn’t have missed it for anything.
There were less than thirty people that remained, and they all moved to the opulent large living room in the penthouse Presidential Suite. The furnishings were extravagant, and seated everyone. There was a view of the city’s bright lights through huge windows, which disappeared as some of the men moved around and pulled all of the drapes.
They were providing privacy so that whatever happened, it would remain inside this large room. Something was going to happen that they didn’t want janitors or late workers in the nearby office buildings to see. In the centre of the large yet intimate room was a very large glass-topped. brass coffee table. It was round, and Sharri guessed it was at least eight feet
across.
The few ornaments it had held had been removed. The sofas and
chairs were moved into a large circle around it, with seating for everybody. They were spread out by this arrangement, so that when seated, they could only comfortably visit with those beside them. The girls wondered what form the entertainment for the evening would take.
Sharri and Andra sat together in the middle of a large comfortable sofa. Single gentlemen sat on either side of them, and engaged them in conversation. They were both feeling a bit tipsy, and were glad they had stayed. They noticed that there were only about half a dozen of the wealthy horse owners, and their wives included.
There were perhaps another half dozen younger men in tuxedos, who none the less were working. These were the employees of the host, and looked like they could double as his body guards. Every one of them was a hunk, Sharri thought, and wondered if there would be a chance to pair up with one of them later.
The rest of the guests who remained were attractive young women. Sharri counted, and identified ten girls who did not have escorts. She thought they were all probably invited at the last moment, as she and Andra had been, from the young women who had crashed the clubhouse for the big race. \
These were the groupies, strikingly attractive young women who were given the privilege of joining the elite for an evening. Sharri wondered to herself what the price would be? She would probably get an invitation to spend the night with one or more of them, but that thought excited her.
When everyone was settled, a pair of stunning looking women came into the room. They were very well dressed, with fashionable short skirt silk dresses, and both had remarkable figures. Sharri guessed they were models, but she amended that to high class call-girls when she saw what they carried.
At first she had thought they were holding hands, but when they came close, she was startled to see that each of held one end of a long pink double dildo. These beautiful girls were indeed daring. One of the two striking young women was also carrying a small over-night bag, and she set it on the edge of the big coffee table.
Then both of them stepped up onto the glass topped platform, and they danced for the small seated audience. They were remarkable. Their movements were erotic, highly seductive, and yet remained very classy. Sharri wondered if they were strippers. One at a time, they slipped their panties off.
These remarkable women remained otherwise dressed. This was intriguing. Sharri was not surprised to see that both had perfectly hairless pussies. She had, in fact, expected to see that kind of groin grooming after her previous experience with the beautiful strippers. She began to get aroused.
She and Andra had gone together once to a strip club, because they’d never been to one, and they had found the evening very provocative and stimulating. Watching a woman undress and tease her audience was as sexually stimulating for them as it was for the men, but for a different reason.
They had both discovered that night how erotic it was for a woman to display herself and her sexuality. It had been amateur night, and they had both taken a turn, but had stopped at the removal of their bras. Sharri had done a fast raucous dance, flopping her big boobs for the excited audience, and she had bent forward daringly, swinging her impressive mammaries in time to the music.
Then she had turned her back, and had pulled her panties tight in her crotch, so that they barely covered her rectum and vulva, but she could not be persuaded to remove the tiny garment. Andra had gone on after her, and although she would not take off her
panties, she borrowed a drink from a willing man in the front row, and had poured some onto her navel.
The cold liquid had run down and soaked her panties, making them translucent, almost transparent. She leaned back until
her hands reached the stage, and danced on all fours with her legs spread for them, crab-walking like a lewd stripper. She too had pulled her panties tight, so that they burst into the crease of her vulva.
When she did this, the taunt material had squeezed the flared pink lips of her pussy out on either side of the wet strand of twisted silk. Although her panties had remained on, everything was visible. It had been a blast at the time, but they felt dirty when they had stood on the street later, waiting for a cab.
They convinced themselves later that they would never have done anything so outrageous had they not had so much to drink. What they both remembered was the excitement of the raw exhibitionism, and the leering looks on the faces of the men in the audience as they had danced. It was an incredible feeling to have men so totally out of control. It made them feel powerful to have that influence on men.
Sharri was surprised to see that the two women on the glass topped table were not stripping. Instead, they lay down on the table, with the short skirts of their smart dresses raised. One of them rubbed the end of the double-ended dildo against her naked vulva, stimulating the organ while moistening the tool’s end with her natural juices, then she slid the artificial male organ deep into
herself.
“God, these hookers are brazen!” she said to the man sitting next to her.
“These are not hookers,” he said.
“I mean call girls,” she said, using the more polite phrase for prostitutes.
“You misunderstand,” the man replied. “These young women entertaining the guests are the daughters of our host.”
“You gotta be kidding!”
“Not at all,” he said, “they are demonstrating an exciting new party game for women. Everybody is doing it. It is a competition, and has even evolved into a provocative new sport in the better gambling establishments.”
“Really?” Sharri said in disbelief. She had not yet grasped the
competitive aspect of what she was seeing. The other woman was moving into position. Both had pulled their skirts up over their hips, and were lying along the same axis, with their exposed sex organs pointed toward each other.
The daring girls were actually mounting the large sex toy with everybody watching! Sharri was blushing from her face right down across her breasts, and when she looked at Andra saw that her friend was embarrassed as well. However, they were also very interested in seeing how far the two young woman would take this display.
“This sport is really catching on,” the man said. “It began as an exhibition of intimacy, but what has made it so popular is the competitive aspect, with several levels, right up to professional.”
“What do you mean?” Sharri asked, still unable to grasp the dimension of competition. These two were equally unashamed of displaying not only their naughty, shaved, most intimate parts to these people, most of them strangers, but were also seeking sexual pleasure for themselves on the big sex toy together.
“The first thing they will do is the hard kiss,” the man said. “This is
competitive kissing, as only women can do it.” As she watched, her mouth open, Sharri saw the women move their crotches closer together. The dildo was very long, and when they were as close as they could comfortably get, there was still nearly two inches of the device visible between their smooth naked organs.
Then the women reached their hands toward one another, and
each grasped the other by her wrists. With this strong hold, they pulled each other closer, driving the ends of the dildo deeper into each other. The pressure caused their vagina lips to spread as if flaring in sexual excitement. The look on their faces showed that they were experiencing some discomfort, but also solid determination.
As they pulled, their organ lips touched, and they continued to force their groins together, moaning in pleasure with the intimate vagina kiss. The moans had to be expressions of self-inflicted pain, as well as the obvious pleasure derived from it, because of the depth to which the dildo was being applied, pressing hard against each girl’s uterus.
The two young women continued to press their crotches together, and were now grinding and humping their hips, taking and receiving, as they mashed their nether-lips together. What they were performing could be considered a hard French kiss, both internal and external.
They were providing a striking example of tough love, and the audience was sitting forward on the front edge of the couches.
The beautiful sisters appeared oblivious to the audience, caught up in the decadence of their performance, and they were soon both moaning in orgasmic pleasure.
These two strikingly beautiful young daughters of the wealthy industrialist and horse owner were bucking furiously on the long
hidden tool, and their steaming cunts were foaming with sexual excitement. Sharri caught her hand moving toward her crotch, and arrested that movement before anyone else noticed.
The provocative young women finished their erotic performance quickly, and then slid off the long pink plastic adult toy. They pulled their skirts down as they moved off the table, but did not replace their panties. They smiled beautifully at the audience, paying particular attention to the young women.
Having completed their graphic demonstration, they were now assuring the ladies watching that what they had just done was fully acceptable in the right company.
Then they turned toward the far door through which they had
entered. Sharri looked around the room at the other guests, who were chatting and sipping their drinks as if nothing unusual had happened. It was as if the outlandish performance had been an apparition. She swallowed hard and took a sip of her drink, trying not to look as if she did not belong here.
THE END OF CHAPTER ONE