Wendy Barnes - A thing for panties

"Well, you're not gonna get a chance to screw my ass," she assured him, putting her hands around her buttocks protectively. "That hurts like the devil. I only showed you the picture to let you realize what I've had to go through in the line of duty."

A wild inferno of passion burned inside his balls as Ken looked at the pictures. His mind was reeling with the delectable stimulating thought of trying sex in different ways.

"I know you'd make a great piece of ass," he told her.

She shook her head. "There are certain things I won't do," she said as she showed him a picture of herself with a dog.

Amazed to see that she would even do it with a German Shepherd dog, Ken shook his head.

"You take me totally by surprise," he shook his head. "Damn it, if you'll do it with a dog you'll do it with anyone."

"Not true," Cindy corrected him. "I would never do it with a pony."

The thought of her performing with a pony stunned him.

"Well, I should hope not," he told her.

Cindy went over to a chest and pulled out a picture. There was a photo of a beautiful dark-haired girl having sex with a Shetland pony. She brought it back to him and proved her point.

"Now that little cunt will do it with a pony," she said in a demeaning voice, "but I never would. I have a little character."

"Yes, and that's all you've got," he laughed. "Just a little character."

Cindy laughed and went on looking at photos of herself having sex. There was a three-way fuck that really got him aroused.

"Say, that looks like fun," he told her. "There's one guy sticking it in from behind and another guy getting his cock sucked."

"Yes," Cindy admitted, "that's a direct steal from that Linda Lovelace flick. Remember when she was getting the action on the sofa? Well, the men at the exhibition wanted us to put on a scene like that. So I complied. Look what it did for Linda."

It was obvious that Cindy had her mind on porno-flick stardom.

"Have you ever worked in porno movies?" he asked her confidentially.

"No, I haven't had my break yet," she shook her head sadly, "but maybe someday I'll hit it lucky and get a chance to star in one. I wish somebody would discover me at an exhibition. They say there are some producers who come to watch those shows."

She showed him a couple more photos. One was particularly interesting. She was making it with another woman.

"Are you a lesbian?" he asked in amazement as he looked at the two naked women writhing in the photograph.

Shaking her head and laughing, Cindy assured him that she wasn't.

"No, and she isn't either. I was just a request on the part of the horny men to have two women do it together."

"That looks sick to me," he complained.

"You're not jaded yet," she told him. "Some day you will love it. Most men do. Stag clubs in particular like that kind of action."

Ken didn't exactly know how to accept Cindy's suggestion that he perform with her at an exhibition. However, when they had finished their wild sexual encounter Cindy gave him her number.

"I'm putting this on my gold calling card," she smiled, "and that's what it can mean to you, tiger. Whatever you do, don't forget. It's next Saturday night that I've arranged an exhibition."

Still hardly able to imagine himself involved in an exhibition, Ken shook his head.

"I believe in one-night stands," he told her.

"I do, too," Cindy confided, her innocent-looking face smiling at him now, "but when it comes to money, baby, we have to break the rules."

Figuring that he might as well play along with her idea, Ken agreed.

"All right," he smiled.

At this point Cindy was hot for his body. And she didn't hesitate to tell him so either.

"I enjoyed sex with you," she told him, "and I'm looking forward to Saturday night." That weekend when Ken told him mom and dad he had a date, his mother immediately asked him with whom.

"Oh, just a girl named Cindy," he told her.

"Someone from the high school?" his mother asked curiously.

"No, mom, not exactly," he told her.

At that point his father, who'd been reading the sports pages in the newspaper, became interested. Putting his beer aside he looked up at his young son and asked him, "Who are you going out with, son?"

"A nice girl," he replied.

It was obvious that he didn't care to talk about it any longer. As he left the house, his mother called after him, "Take a coat with you. It's cold out tonight."

Shaking his head, he waved good-bye to her.

Cindy was waiting for him when he arrived at her apartment. She was nervous and looking at her watch.

"I thought you'd never make it," she complained. "You know we're going to be late. And that isn't good."

Ken apologized.

"I'm sorry," he assured her, "but I had some things to do."

He followed Cindy to her car. As they drove on the freeway he asked her where the house was.

"It's in a nice suburb," she explained, "where the rich people live. I wish I could make it out there sometime. But I'd have to go to another location."

Ken didn't understand why and asked her.

"Don't you like it here?"

Shaking her head she explained, "The reason I don't like it here is because I don't know too many people around town. And that doesn't help."

When they pulled up to the Georgian mansion with the slanting green lawns, Ken realized that whoever was paying for their exhibition was apparently quite wealthy.

"Looks like these people are really living," he observed.

Cindy smiled.

"Yes, they seem to be doing very well. At least, they're paying us well and that's all I'm concerned with."

Parking her car at the side of the house, Cindy and Ken got out together and walked toward the big white pillars that fronted the house.

"I've never been in a place quite this elegant," Ken told her.

"Oh, you'll get used to nice places if you stay around me," Cindy assured him.

As they entered the huge structure a butler answered the door.

"Good evening," he greeted them.

"Good evening," Cindy smiled. "We're the entertainers."

"Yes, of course," the butler said, ushering them up to the second floor.

Opening a large bedroom door he told them that Nick would be with them shortly. They hadn't been in there five minutes before Nick entered.

Nick was a short, swarthy man with heavy eyebrows and a rather wicked grin on his face.

"Well, well," he smiled, "I wish we could have had you bring a dog along. But I guess we'll have to settle for… who are you?"

Nick's eyes focused on Ken. Ken felt small now. It was disgusting he thought to be talked to like this.

"I'm gonna make it with her," he said under his breath.

Flashing him a knowing smile, Ken saw that Nick agreed.

"Well, that's good, kid," he told him, "I didn't think you came here to make it with me."

Nick laughed hilariously but Cindy didn't find it funny nor did Ken.

"Nick has a very warped sense of humor, Ken," she said as she started to strip.

Nick's eyes focused on Cindy's body as she tossed her skirt aside and prepared to remove her filmy blouse.

"Hey, you've got a great shape, baby," Nick said. "Maybe you could stay after a little while tonight, if you know what I mean."

Nick winked and Cindy shook her head.

"I'd better run the kid home," she explained. "We don't want to get him in any trouble. His folks would wonder what was happening if we kept him out too late."

It was apparent to Ken that Cindy was displaying some concern over his welfare and he appreciated it. Ken began undressing.

"Now the two of you give us a real nice performance," Nick smiled. "I've got to go downstairs and tend to the guests. They'll be drinking up the best booze if I don't watch them, if you know what I mean."