Sharon Goes Back to School Ch. 15A

The girls who had been working the floor had been watching in shock and arousal, and there were silent stares from those getting ready to dance when Sharon sauntered into the dressing room. Looking around, she had asked pointedly if someone else wanted her to 'dance with her' that night, but before anyone could take her up on the slurred offer, she had been notified that another 'fan' was ready for her.

Sometime during that coupling, as she was screaming she was cumming again and demanding the flabby middle aged man fuck her harder, it was as if Sharon's rational mind simply shut off. She was still moving, moaning, begging for more, and thrusting hungrily at the series of guests and regulars who lined up to enjoy the especially hot housewife that night. The six men who had still been awaiting their turn with the new discovery insisted to Go or his bouncers as they were safely escorted out to their cars that she had been the best they had ever met. And aside from the time it took to clean up, touch up, and don new lingerie, Sharon was a fixture in the blue room until nearly an hour after the club closed at 2.

She hungrily sucked at the succession of strange cock, and eagerly fucked man after man, thanking each with a broad lazy smile as she lay on the cushion when they finished and pulled out. She even interacted with the other girls, who had no idea the nympho housewife had received some pharmaceutical encouragement. Some wondered at how obviously aroused she was, having sex with so many men. Glory rolled her eyes when the insatiable white wife insisted that every one of her 'guests' was a 'stud' that night, telling Sharon she could drop the act outside the blue room.

After an especially aggressive coupling with one of the club's regulars, who had decided he needed to 'remind the slut why she danced there,' Sharon gushed to the other girls how much 'she loved them.' It left the more experienced strippers skeptical until Sharon caught hold of Kelly, giving her a passionate kiss.

Go had wisely cancelled Sharon and Kelly's last sets. The younger coed was still rattled thirty minutes after Sharon had given her a screaming orgasm on the stage in front of a couple hundred strangers, and the kiss sent her spinning once again... At least she did not balk at working in the Champagne room after that, though. Of course, there were fewer guests interested in enjoying her that night, and she had been wandering the club, offering the occasional lap dance, until close. When she began to ask when Sharon would be done in the Champagne room at about 2:30, Go had guided the young coed back to the dressing room and had quietly insisted that Kelly take Sharon's Range Rover and go home, assuring the young BZ Bitch he would see to it Sharon got home when she was through.

He had been true to his word, in a manner of speaking. The second tier of six men were finished with the BZ prize bitch just before 3AM. There had also been three regulars, two of whom had been less than thrilled at the 'poachers' as they had termed the increasing stream of outsiders interested in balling Sharon. Go had been carefully keeping the visitors numbers down... never more than four in a night, and since the newly voracious housewife was taking easily ten men in a shift, it had not been a problem, but he had come up against the simple fact that when school ended for the semester Sharon would be going home, and he had opted to maximize the greater income shopping her out as a star brought.

He smiled, watching the still aroused housewife masturbating in the seat beside him as he drove her home in his Cadillac XLR. She had not hesitated a moment, sauntering to the low slung sports car in just a fresh set of 'Snake Eyes' thin cotton racerback bra and thong panty. She held her clothes and purse in one hand, along with a second bag with more of the bras and panties. Sharon had no way of knowing why... she was not really aware what she was carrying, only that she was impossibly horny and needed cock. Belatedly realizing Go was in the car, she had without a word slipped the shoulder strap off of her belt, fingers scrabbling at his jeans before she sucked his rising cock into her mouth, sucking at him fervently until he had pulled up before her unit in the apartment complex just off campus.

There had already been a car waiting, and Go was slightly put off... he had been clear in his instructions to the men wanting the 'special'... they were to park away from her place and walk to their appointment. The feigned bravado of her first appointment wilted under Go's harsh glare, and the man agreed to park elsewhere and return, although Go was unsure whether he would really be back. It helped, he had decided later, than Sharon had strutted up the short walk and was leaning against the doorframe, playing with herself. Smiling at the sexy image, Go had snapped several photos before guiding the endlessly aroused housewife into her apartment... It was good they were getting back so late... none of her neighbors had been privy to the impromptu show.

Go had proceeded to enjoy the married slut draped over the couch, splayed out on the kitchen table, and on her bed, relieved that it was not the demanding, almost intimidating woman he had last banged in his office a week before, but a responsive, multi-orgasmic woman always begging for more. He knew the real Sharon would be back in a few hours, but having her more pliable was crucial to pleasing her fans.

He had managed to finish a few moments after there was a knock on the door, and had left Sharon in a semblance of the doggy style position, ass high, head on her pillow, as he sauntered out, zipping up as he went, to let her admirer in. He was glad he had scheduled the first visitor for forty five minutes instead of thirty, since it had taken an extra fifteen minutes for the stranger to park and return. Sharon did not come out of the bedroom, dutifully changing at Go's instruction into fresh undies before each guest arrived, the used garments having gone with her fans as souvenirs. Go sat watching SportsCenter in the front room, then watched the early morning news as a final 5 men took a turn with the world famous housewife whore. The last thanked Go effusively as he left. Go chuckled... none of the men had lasted 20 minutes with Sharon.

Having watched some of the porn DVD's littering the small entertainment center, he had determined where some of the hidden cameras were positioned. Winking at the camera set over the fireplace mantle, he had counted out the tips the men had left, kept his cut, and tucked the rest into the tin of weed on the mantle. He guessed Dave would collect at least some of Sharon's bonus, which did not really matter to him.

Poking his head into the bathroom, he grinned... The room reeked of sex. Sharon looked little different from the position he had initially left, her, except she was turned across the bed. Eyes closed, she was fingering her still wet sex, hips undulating slightly. Shaking his head, he closed the door, checking his watch... ten hours 'switched on' had to be more than just the E... Sharon truly was insatiable when her inhibitions were unchecked.

He opened his phone, dialing a number as he checked that the front door was locked. The line was picked up as he climbed into the luxury sports car. It was not ideal for the snowy roads he faced, but he knew how to drive and the car was sexier than his old Jeep.

"You freelancing our girls now?"

"Hey, Shaun," Go liked the younger man; he was sharp, and never missed an angle. Of course, Go had not been successful by being a lightweight. "If Dave had not mentioned this to you, there would have been a BZ welcoming party before the first guy was done."

"Maybe just me," Shaun's calm assurance reminded Go of the way he did business.

"I think that would have been sufficient," he agreed.

"Someone would have been there for sure." There was a pause, and Go could imagine the man who had ensnared Sharon watching her on a monitor somewhere. "She do it all on her own?" Go snorted.

"Mostly... She had a little help, but if you can see what she's doing now..." Shaun did not confirm or deny. "Well, there's no way that's all little helpers. She's a flat out grade A sex junky, she just hides it most of the time, even from herself."

Shaun could not argue about that. And he was not really angry about the big club owner whoring her out as he had... Doing fans at the apartment, meant they had it on film, and Go had insisted each of the men sign a waiver including rights to 'any images' before they had gotten to enjoy themselves. Those had been tucked into the chip box opposite the weed on the mantle.

"Did you leave a waiver, too?"

"What? Shit, sorry... I'll drop one by the frat." The club owner had forgotten that using Sharon in her apartment would have been on tape, even when he was the one fucking her. He smiled at the knowledge he would soon be seen by God knew how many men and no few women using the hot white wife. "She wasn't a problem once the E was on board, but she's developing a bit of an attitude," he warned.

"Dave said as much... we're trying to figure that out," Shaun knew Go might have a better perspective, "Any ideas?"

"No, but I've got my eyes open... I didn't see anything but reefer in her purse... I'll check at her station when I get back home." Go had a luxurious mansion, but it was mostly for the few days he took away from the club as vacation and the occasional parties he threw for his girls... and for his various business 'associates,' of course. He lived for the most part at the club. Thinking about the big house, though, Go admitted to himself that throwing a party with the BZ Bitches as his prime hostesses could be just the way to start the new year.

"She gonna be ready to party tonight?" Go laughed.

"She was masturbating in her sleep when I left. I think she'll be up to whatever you've got planned." Shaun rang off, and Go headed back to Snake Eyes, pausing only long enough to sign a waiver which he dropped by the sprawling but quiet frat house.

Shaun shook their prize catch awake shortly before 5PM. Checking the cameras, they knew she had been asleep without interruption for almost 10 hours. Groaning, the white housewife had blinked, unsurprised at who was leaning over her. In fact, she had smiled after a moment, arching her back, groaning again, and mumbling a shy and sexy 'hi' before rolling out of bed with an unconscious grace and padding quickly to the bathroom. The walk into the bathroom was a wavering track, and she braced on the doorway, holding her other hand to her head, obviously adapting to a hangover. He heard the toilet flush, after which she opened a drawer, and he heard her rummage for a moment before muttering 'shit.' She opened a bottle and Shaun assumed she had been having trouble finding the Tylenol.

A moment later, Sharon had exited, stark naked and unashamed, and had asked Shaun with a little girl's voice as she half turned in the doorway, raising a knee along the frame of the door in an unmistakably sexy pose if he had just come by to say hello.

Laughing, Shaun had proceeded to take the beautiful older woman her bed, finishing in the shower, as he had explained that as much as he would like to keep her to himself for the night, they were going to celebrate. Sharon did not know what he meant, but did not push, although the experienced Frat member had already realized his friend and Go were right... Sharon had been much more aggressive and demanding in their sex, no longer ashamed at enjoying it with him instead of her husband, or embarrassed to want her own pleasure as well... It was more than that, though, and he was glad they were watching her more closely.

He had also been relieved that she was not uncomfortable having sex, considering how many men had used her in the last twenty four hours. He had started gently, teasing her, asking why her clit was so big, was she just happy to see him. She had giggled, throwing herself at him, hands tearing at his clothes, but he had not really been kidding... Her clit... somehow it looked much bigger then he remembered it being. It could be that she had lost weight... Always thin, she had barely been eating, and her ribs and the lines of her musculature were plain. The only down side in his mind was that her breasts were also obviously smaller than they had been just a few weeks before, but as he had hammered into her from behind under the beating spray of the shower, he had smiled, knowing that there was an easy fix for that.

While Sharon went to work drying her hair, Shaun went out into the kitchen, deftly mixing a Mind Eraser, then lighting a thick joint from the tin on the mantle. After pausing to collect the chips and waivers, tucking them into his jacket pocket, Shaun carried the drink into the bathroom, making it a point to watch his prize Bitch getting ready for the night's festivities. Sharon smiled and thanked him for the drink, which barely seemed out of the ordinary any longer, any more than sharing the joint with her young pimp and lover. At Shaun's direction, she applied her make up, then donned red crotchless fishnets he had brought, along with a red and green 'BZ Bitch' strappy T and cotton shorts combination and a matching stocking cap. He pointed to red patent leather 5" heels she did not remember buying in her closet.

Sharon never thought to ask where the Range Rover was as she went out, pleased when Shaun held the door for her. There had been more snow and walking in the heels wasn't as hard as it had been when she had started work at Snake Eyes, but in the snow she worried she might fall.

They were at the frat just a few minutes after five, and Sharon had a fresh drink in her hands the moment she was inside. The air was heavy with the scent of reefer the moment they were beyond the front entry room, where special fans kept the air clean in the case of unexpected visitors.

The entire scene was so familiar to the once naïve housewife that she easily fell into the rhythm of the party, gossiping and laughing with the other BZ Sisters that were circulating through the big house, and giggling and teasing the happy young men. Of course, it was not long before it was more than the passing grope or suggestive comment. Hip Hop versions of Christmas tunes were pounding on the main floor, and Sharon spent several songs dancing with one or two, even three of the frat members. She saw Kelly once, and smiled wickedly at the thought of doing their show for everyone, but one of they guys had swept her away before she could ask if her young lover was interested in giving them such a gift.

The hot tub was on, and Sharon went from gasping at the cold having been inside when Gavin led her outside, to a long squeal when he tossed her in. He paused only to long enough to shuck his long shorts, setting them carefully on a chair back before jumping in with her. Sharon scolded the young man about ruining her costume, but giggled when he thumbed her nipple through the thin top; in the cold air out of the bubbling water, both nubbins were tingling they were so hard. Spinning her around, he announced he needed to wrap his present. Sharon barely had time to catch the edge of the tub in both hands as he yanked her shorts to her knees, then availed himself to her sex thanks to the crotchless stockings. She arched her back, groaning happily as he lanced into her, and met his every thrust, urging him on, begging him to fuck her harder. Her passion was contagious and it was only a few minutes before his load boiled into her sex like the bubbling water surrounding them. Their breath was visible, exhalations of pleasure dissipating in the cold as Sharon hunched back at him, 'No, not yet... keep fucking me! Not yet, baby...' because she was so close to cumming.

Spanking her bare ass, Gavin apologized, but laughed that he knew she'd 'get all she could handle' at the holiday party. He clambered out and reclaimed his shorts as Sharon floated in the frothing water, embarrassingly aware that she was angry she had not gotten off. She tugged the waterlogged shorts into place and climbed out, shivering at the cold and hurrying inside, being careful not to slip on the scattered patches of ice. The thin cotton material hid nothing to begin with, and clinging to her wet skin, Sharon quickly attracted more attention. Someone thrust a fresh drink into her hand, and before she had taken three drinks a bong had appeared, from which she dutifully toked. She laughed as someone spun her into the doorway, and struck a pose reminiscent of the one she had used to seduce Shaun that morning... Had it been that morning? She giggled, not caring as she watched the hungry expressions of the guys looking her up and down, hooting and shouting encouragement at her. God, she was horny. Someone pointed and she glanced up to see she had come to a stop below what looked like the mistletoe her family always hung strategically in the doorways at home for Christmas. She blinked, seeing that instead of a red and green ornament, the leaves and oversized fruits were black.

The nearby frat members moved closer around her and began to chant, 'kiss, kiss, kiss!' Sharon found herself on the receiving end of one kiss after another, hands moving casually over already aroused body, simply building her need. She whined when a voice announced over the house intercom for all BZ Sisters to meet in the front room. Sharon giggled as several more guys took a turn kissing her before she managed to slip out of the doorway, hurrying to the big entry room. Seeing her sisters, she smiled and greeted the others, many of whom she had not seen for several weeks. Everyone was laughing and having fun, and it seemed that what they were doing was the most natural behavior imaginable. There was a big stack of boxes in the center of the room, and Shaun and Dave had the girls begin taking boxes to the appropriate frat members. When everyone had a box, the women found themselves looking out at the smiles and hungry eyes of nearly the entire frat. No one had begun to open anything, waiting for permission or instructions, she guessed. The girls preened and posed and giggled, teasing the gathered young men. The sexual tension in the air was unmistakable.

"Happy Holidays, friends," Shaun spoke into a cordless microphone, moving in the space between the women and men, "We always have a shirt to commemorate our parties... This year, it was a little late, but they're here and I think you will like them. Gentlemen?" With a whoop the young men tore at the packages, all of which contained a white shirt adorned with the ubiquitous 'BZ' logo, and with a high resolution image of mistletoe embossed low on the front. The women watched as the guys hurriedly stripped off whatever shirts they were wearing and donned the 'holiday attire.' Sharon giggled, seeing there were black mistletoe sprigs in every doorway.

"Head on in to the dining room," Shaun told the group, "We had to go with tenderloin over turkey so no one would fall asleep tonight." The guys laughed and talked, starting for the doorways leading to the dining hall. The girls waited, wondering what was expected of them. "Oh wait," Shaun slapped his forehead as if he had missed something, "You'll get your packages from Santa after dinner, but be sure to grab an elf to help you during dinner." The older frat members had hung back, Sharon realized; they knew the drill. There were fewer Sisters than there were frat members, though many women Sharon had not seen before-- she was guessing older sisters returned just for the night's party-- were in attendance as well; the women had been making introductions, and she had been embarrassed to realize many of the strangers already knew who she was... the knowledge she was so famous in the BZ circles had also triggered the spark of pleasure she was hardly reacting to as being different any longer. Her body trembled and she nearly climaxed without any real stimulation, and when the moment had passed, it was a struggle not to use her fingers to relieve the pressure to get off.