Vicky Part 1

Finally I opened the letter. It apologized that I hadn't enjoyed the show, but invited me to attend again. That night I didn't sleep. I tossed and turned in bed all night, trying to find peace. Images kept flashing in my mind of those beautiful girls with their hard cocks.

My arm crept down my body, like it had a mind of its own. My cock was rock hard, and ached for my touch. It felt like my cock was on fire, and the slow strokes of my hand made that fire burn higher. I tried to stop myself, but my body wanted release, it needed it.

I could picture her naked, standing over me. So confident and sure of herself. And I was her little toy. My mouth wrapped around her cock, as my hand sped up on my own. As I imagined myself sucking that glorious cock, I felt my orgasm building. When I could hold back no longer, she pulled her cock out of my mouth and sprayed my face with her hot spunk.

I was drained, physically, mentally, and emotionally. My mind was made up, I would go back. What was I going back to, though?

The next week sped by so fast I didn't have a chance to change my mind. That night I wore a pair of carpenter pants and a grey shirt. I went and got a haircut before I went, wanting to look my best for some reason.

When I arrived my heart was pounding. As I walked to the door my mind suddenly went blank. The door guard ushered me in, not even checking my letter. I was in autopilot mode.

It was the exact same of course. I vaguely noticed a few people point at me. I must have caused a scene last time when I was running away. But I couldn't focus on them. I couldn't seem to focus on anything. There where plenty of open seats, but I headed for that fateful door.

I entered without knocking, it seemed silly to. As I entered I could feel all the eyes in both rooms focus on me. As the door shut behind me, it felt as if the staring increased. As I looked around that dressing room, I was once again assaulted with girls of every description. Some lounged around naked, their cocks proudly displayed. Some seemed to be getting ready, putting on costumes for the next performance.