Another Really Stupid Bet

The bathroom had a huge tub and a shower. The girls drew a warm bubble bath and helped me undress. I climbed into the bubble bath and soaked for a long, long time, letting the warm water relax me.

Finally I got out and toweled dry. The girls wrapped me in a white terry robe; I sat in front of a large mirror. They helped me blow and brush my hair dry. I wear it long, down to my waist; it took a long time to dry. Finally it hung in golden brown waves, almost but not quite straight.

Clara had been giving me the most wonderful pedicure as Anita helped with my hair. It felt wonderful! Next Clara moved to my nails, following the pedicure with a wonderful manicure.

Looking down I noticed my red toenails and matching red fingernails. Whore red, I thought.

Next, makeup. I have a nice complexion; a little foundation and blush and eye shadow and I looked nice. Anita applied the finishing touch, doing my lips with bright red lipstick that matched my fingernails and toenails.

I looked in the mirror, suddenly realizing I was made up like an actress - or a high class call girl. No obvious makeup other than the whore red lipstick and fingernail polish, but I'd never walk into a club looking like this.

Or maybe I would.

I'd brought a nice bra, as requested, a white Victoria's Secret satin bra that held my C cup boobs nicely. I put it on, started to put on the matching panties. Clara stopped me – "No, no, Staci!"

They produced a white cotton dress, a match to the one I'd seen the girl wear all those months ago. Anita held it; I slipped my arms inside. It zipped in front; I ran the zipper all the way to the neckline. Other than not wearing panties, pantyhose, or shoes I was dressed rather conservatively.

The girls produced a pair of flip-flops which I slipped my feet into. We walked outside; it was now dark. I guessed it must be about 9 PM.

Almost time for my show. I shivered a bit, anticipating my three minutes of humiliation – but after that I'd have my ten thousand dollars, I'd fly back home, and pay off my car.

I almost hated to take their money, they were being so nice to me.

Through a couple of doors, then we were behind the stage. It was raised about a foot and round with a curtain down the middle. The entire thing rotated – the part in the club now was empty.

At the back of the stage was the huge clock just in front of the curtain, and what looked like a pink plastic bench sitting on a pedestal, about three feet above the stage. This was the Sybian.

Anita produced a package. "We ordered a dildo especially for you, Staci," she explained. "It was sized just especially to fit you."

She tore the sealed package open. Inside was a pink dildo, complete with a realistic looking glans and veins. I squeezed it; it was soft but firm.

"Wait!" I protested. "It's way too big! I won't be able to take all that!"

Indeed, the dildo was huge, ten inches long and two inches thick. I'd never seen a man that large – I doubted if anyone was that big!

Anita smiled. "It's ok, Staci," she said. "You were carefully measured when they did your ob-gyn exam. This will fit just fine."

Anita attached the huge artificial cock to the front of the Sybian – it stuck up obscenely. She produced a plastic bottle of water based lube and coated the dildo. It glistened in the light.

Handing me the bottle, Anita indicated I should apply the lube to my vagina. I spread it on thickly.

The girls helped me climb onto the horse. I put my left foot on the left peg, then swung up like I was climbing on a real horse, sitting just behind the dildo. I put my right foot on the right peg, raised up, moved over the dildo, and slowly lowered myself onto it, guiding it inside my pussy with my right hand as Clara steadied me with my left hand.

Amazingly it slid right up my twat. It was a little uncomfortable but not painful as I'd thought it would be. Apparently I was larger inside than I'd thought.

The girls draped the dress over the Sybian, covering it almost completely. They put my hands on the side grips so I'd know where they were. In that position I was leaning back a bit, breasts pointed slightly up. I felt the dildo hit my G spot as I leaned back.

In spite of myself I was getting excited!

Clara held my hand and stroked my hair gently as Anita went to tell the announcer that I was ready. I began to shiver violently, not from cold. It'll be over soon, I told myself...soon...

Then Clara stepped off the stage and I felt it begin to turn. Embarrassed I stared down at the floor in front of the Sybian. As the stage turned I glanced up and saw a sea of men staring up at me. They began to clap and cheer as the stage rotated.

I felt my face flush in embarrassment as the announcer went through his spiel.

"Staci, darling – here's how this works," the man explained. He pointed to a large clock, six feet in diameter, at the back of the stage. "You're sitting on what we call a fuck horse." He leered at the audience; they responded by clapping, cheering, and hooting.

Humiliated, I blushed even brighter.

The cheering died down; man continued, "We'll reset the clock and turn it on. You'll have two minutes; then the buzzer will go off and the red light on top of the clock will go on. From that point you'll have one minute to get off the horse."

Again, cheering and hooting from the men. "You're not tied or restrained in any manner," he continued. "All you have to do is raise yourself up and step off. Simple enough, eh?"

"Should you manage to get off the horse in the minute allowed you'll win the prize, ten thousand dollars. If you fail, you win nothing. Do you understand, Staci, darling?"

Embarrassed, I looked down and nodded my head silently. And then my life as I'd known it ended.

"All right, then – START!" the man yelled. A loud buzzer sounded, the red light on top of the clock went on for a few seconds then back off, and the second hand of the clock began to move.

When the clock hand began to move I felt the Sybian begin to vibrate. I'd used a vibrator many times; this was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. The intensity was a thousand times greater; my clit was being tossed from side to side violently.

Unconsciously my eyes opened wide and I gasped. My hips began to roll, grinding my clit into the vibrating pad. I began to breathe hard, almost panting as the intensely pleasurable sensations radiated up from the pad.

I didn't know at the time but Doctor Smith was in a room off the stage. A TV camera gave him a direct view of the stage but more important several sensors were placed on the Sybian. From the control room he could monitor my breathing, temperature, pulse, and other vital signs. He controlled the Sybian from the room.

The vibrations subsided somewhat; unknown to me at the time Doctor Smith noted the intensity. Next the dildo began to move in and out slowly, then faster and deeper. Signing I leaned back and grabbed the handles, squeezing them hard as the dildo raked across my G spot. My hips continued to roll and hump involuntarily.

Glancing at the clock out of the corner of my eye I saw the hand move toward the thirty second mark. Suddenly I felt the vibrations increase and felt something radiating from deep inside me; then I was cumming hard, harder than I'd ever cum in my life! Hips rolling I humped down hard on the dildo, muscles inside my pussy clamping and releasing, clamping and releasing, milking the artificial cock, wanting to feel it's seed pour inside me.

I heard someone moaning, "OHHHHH...AHHHHHH..." Embarrassed, I realized I was moaning, almost screaming as the orgasm went on and on and on.

Finally Doctor Smith moved the vibrator and electro stimulation controls down just a bit and my climax ended –but instead of resting I was still stimulated. I wanted to cum again, the dick in my pussy felt so wonderful and I was so close! I heard myself moaning and panting, felt my hips roll and hump frantically as I tried to bring myself over the edge.

Doctor Smith was monitoring this of course; he kept adjusting the controls and watching my vitals so I was kept in a high plateau state. I wanted to cum so very very bad but just couldn't quite make it!

Dimly I heard a buzzer in the background; somewhere in my brain I knew I had one minute to get off the machine, but I needed to cum so bad I couldn't concentrate on anything but the pleasurable sensations radiating up from my clit and inside my pussy as the Sybian relentlessly fucked me.

Then the vibrations subsided a bit and I heard the announcer and the men were cheering and hooting and clapping. I was sweating; I didn't know what was going to happen next – then suddenly the vibrator came back on and I was cumming and cumming and cumming, over and over and over, intense climaxes like none I'd had or even imagined! I heard myself moan and cry out, felt my hips involuntarily roll and hump, dimly heard the men in the background; and knew I should be embarrassed but somehow I didn't care.

Finally the vibrations stopped. Panting, my hair hung limply down my back in a sheen of sweat. Sweat was pouring down my face and neck. I felt the cotton dress plastered to my body.

God – I knew what was coming next!

"Thank you, Staci," the man said into the microphone. "You've certainly been a good contestant!"

I looked over at the man, shook my head. "N-nooo...No," I breathed softly.

"What?" the announcer said. "Aren't you ready to get off the horse, Staci?"

He held the microphone to my lips. I flushed again, humiliated beyond belief as I heard myself say, "No, please! No, please don't stop!"

"You don't want to stop, Staci? You want more?"

"Yes"

"Well, I don't know. How about it, guys? Should we give Staci a few more minutes on the horse?"

The men yelled and cheered, obviously in agreement.

"Staci, darling," the man said, "I'm all for letting you ride for a bit more, but we really need more from you. What about it, guys? Would you like to see Staci's tits?"

The yelling was deafening now.

The vibrations began again; my hips began to roll a bit faster now as the stimulation began again. I looked out at the crowd, then reached to the top of the cotton dress, grabbed the zipper. With a quick motion I pulled it all the way down. The cotton dress fell open; I shrugged it off my shoulders. It slid off, falling in a pool on the floor.

The men hooted and cheered; I flushed in embarrassment as I felt the horse turn so I was facing the men. The vibrations increased just a bit...I needed to cum so badly! I reached behind my back, undid my bra. I felt a sudden freedom and coolness as my boobs sprung free. I slipped the bra off my arms; it fell to the floor.

The men stood now, cheering and screaming as my nice pert C cup tits were exposed. My nipples were hard, swollen with desire.

Then I felt the dildo begin moving in and out of my now sopping cunt and I leaned back involuntarily, exposing myself obscenely. I began to climax again almost at once, then again and again and again. The men cheered and clapped as my boobs jerked and wriggled with each climax.

This was where I'd left before, as I'd been unable to see over the men. I had no idea what I was in store for next!

After what seemed like only a minute (I later learned I came over and over for fifteen minutes) the vibrations and thrusting subsided again. "No! No, please don't stop!" I screamed as my hips continued to hump the dildo. "Please!"

The announcer was standing next to me on the stage. "Staci, we need more entertainment. Are you up for it?"

He held the microphone to my mouth. "Yes, yes, anything!" I pleaded. "Just don't stop!"

Laughing, he said, "Staci will do ANYTHING for another climax – isn't that right, Staci, Darling?" I nodded. "Do we have a volunteer from the audience? I bet Staci would gladly please someone if he'd give her what she wants! What about it, guys?"

Oh, God! I thought. What is he saying?

I dimly saw several men jump up and push and shove on another. The announcer had them form a line on stage. Anita and Clara came out pushing what looked like a tall canvas chair, like a director's chair. They pushed it in front of me, in front of the Sybian.

The first man wasn't too old; he looked about twenty five. He had dark hair and was nice looking. I wondered what he was doing in a bordello – I imagined all he'd have to do is smile and girls would drop their panties.

No matter. He sat in the chair, directly in front of me and a bit above me. I noticed he was hard; I could see the outline of his cock through his jeans.

The announcer handed him what looked like a video game controller. "Pull the trigger, Steve," he said. "The more you pull it the more Staci will be stimulated. Pull it all the way and she'll cum – won't you, Staci?"

I was too embarrassed to respond.

"Try it now, Steve," the announcer urged him. Smiling, I saw his finger tighten on the control – then suddenly I was humping, moaning, as I began to climax.

The stimulation subsided. "See how easy it is, Steve?" Steve grinned and nodded. Looking at me the announcer said, "Now Staci – understand, Steve controls your climaxes. Make him happy and maybe – just maybe - he'll get you off as well!"

Totally humiliated now I realized what they wanted! I saw Steve's finger tighten just a bit on the control; the stimulation increased a bit but not enough! My hips began to hump; my naked boobs jiggled as I frantically tried to stimulate myself enough to climax – but I couldn't!

Finally I gave up! Panting, sighing in submission I leaned over and unzipped his jeans. I moved his underwear out of the way: His cock sprang out. It was pulsing, a sheen of pre-cum on the head.

Leaning down I took him into my mouth and began to suck and lick him gently.

This apparently pleased Steve; I felt the stimulation increase. Incapable of conscious thought now I frantically sucked and licked the cock in my mouth, urging him to cum, to spurt his seed down my throat.

Then suddenly I was moaning around his cock as I began to cum myself. I felt his hand on the back of my head, holding me down on him – then he pulled me off, held my face an inch in front of his pulsing member, and began to spurt all over my face.

I opened my mouth, tasting his seed – then I began to cum again and lost all rational thought. I dimly sensed one of the girls wiping my face with a towel, then there was another man in the chair and without thinking I was unzipping his pants and sucking him.

And so it went. I later learned each of the men paid $200 to have me suck him off on the stage. I don't know how many men I did that night; it went on and on and on. More than twenty, certainly.

I don't remember much about the next few days. I alternated between sleeping as if I were dead, to being on the Sybian, cumming and cumming over and over. I later learned I was being "broken in".

I'm now happier then I've ever been. I work as a prostitute in a Mexican bordello. Weekends I have as many men as I can convince to fuck me. During the week I'm allowed to spend my earnings buying time on the Sybian.

I've almost forgotten my former life. Doctor Smith (he and Julio the announcer own the bordello) had me write to my friends and quit my job. He also wanted me to write this down, explain how I came to be what I am. I think he's going to read parts of it to girls who think they can beat the challenge.

As I once did.