Teaching Millie She's Hot Ch. 06

Finally, she let it go and began to dance around it, wriggling wildly, giving it her all as only my Miliie can. Her huge ass was shaking like pale Jell-O, her two-gallons-each tits flopping heavily and flying high, her quivering belly flexing as she hunched and shook every fat white inch of her naked body for the crowd.

The cheers and whistles began again, and Millie bit her lip in red-faced arousal and embarrassment as she hunched and wiggled naked for the mob. Millie crouch-walked awkwardly around the stage with her hands behind her head, shaking and tossing everything she had, bumping so hard she was slinging cunt-juice into the audience.

She did everything she'd ever done for me in our private bedroom--and more--out on that spotlit stage, as naked as a baby in front of hundreds of staring, drooling men. Even the bouncers had forgotten to watch the crowd. I couldn't blame them. Fuck the crowd; they wanted to watch Millie.

She leaned forward and swung and shook her giant tits, pulling at her huge nipples with her hands and coming yet again. She bent over and pulled her asscheeks wide apart and squeezed her sweet pink asshole in the spotlight like I'd told her to, sticking it out and showing it off without a thought for grace or style--only working hard to make sure everyone saw her clenching, puckering asshole, displayed openly above her drooling cunt.

She faced them then and squatted low on her pretty pink toes, stuck out her bare-shaved pussy, and stretched it open wide with both pretty, chubby hands--a sweet and terrified expression of violated modesty on her red face as she exposed her gleaming inner membranes and her swollen, shiny clit.

They howled and laughed at her embarrassment, and she blushed even redder.She bit her lip and closed her eyes and pulled the pale flesh back from her bare, red clit, making it protrude obscenely--and then she worked her cuntmuscles for the crowd and made it wiggle.

I had told her she had to do that, and she did. And she came again, and all the staring men saw her clit expand and pulse as she wiggled it in their faces and came hard at her lewd exposure. Her stretched-open cunthole was squeezing convulsively, fiery-red against her milk-white skin and drooling strings of fuck-me juice to the floor between her bare, arched feet.

Millie posed and danced, alternating between the two, for most of an hour. She was so hot, she may as well have been drugged. She sucked her toes and sucked her tits, she belly-danced and did the Chinese splits, she lifted up her tits by her stretched-out nipples and looked out at the men from between them, she even masturbated openly with two pretty fingers and looked every man in the place right in the eye as she came, over and over.

She looked me in the eye, too, and gave me a gasping, desperate little smile before she grimaced and came again.

There was no need for oil. Millie was glistening with sweat from head to toe, and pussy-juice was running down her bare, fat legs all the way to her pretty bare feet. The sweet, funky scent of her hot, fat cunthole was coming from the stage in waves, and grew stronger every time she came.

She posed and wiggled and swung and shook her tits, up on the stage so fat and cute and stark naked--as pale and smooth as milk and as bare and gleaming as a dick about to fuck her.

There were at least five hundred dicks in that room that longed to do just that, but only one would get to--and that one was mine. I felt like God, or a King showing off his slave girl to taunt the masses.

Millie grabbed the pole and crouched and did something I'd never seen before; she began to shudder, deliberately, making her whole fat white body quiver and jiggle outrageously from her bare feet to her pixie-cut short hair. She rippled and shook all over, and she slowly circled the pole so everyone could see from every angle.

Millie began to do deep-knee bends, still making herself shudder and shake, showing off her quivering fat pussy and her jiggling, wide-open, fleshy thighs. She rocked her fat hips back and forth, and bounced heavily on her heels, still showing every ounce of her luscious fat in quivering, rippling motion. Her enormous tits were waggling liquidly, four gallons of sweet white milkshake being shaken to a froth, her fat pink faucets vibrating at their tips.

She turned around, leaned back, and held the pole above her head and behind her; then she half-squatted and did a perfect impression of being fucked. She jerked herself an inch or two upward with the repeated, imaginary impacts of a pounding, plunging cock, tits shaking with the force of them, eyes closed and mouthing "Fuck me.... Fuck me..." as she pretended to be hammered by my driving, sliding dick.

Every man there saw what I saw when I gave her what she wanted. She hunched and fucked her heavy hips, crouching lower and spreading her fat bare legs for it, still shaking rhythmically with the imaginary fucking. The crowd loved it, and when she shivered and jerked in a real, pussy-dripping orgasm again, you could have sworn there was an invisible man shooting in her hole as she hunched back at him and came.

She squatted then, bare pussy gaping and drooling, and scooped up three fingers full of her juices and slurped it up, sucking her fingers while looking out shyly at the crowd. They cheered themselves hoarse.

She wasn't done. I nodded to her and jerked my head toward backstage, and she shivered and ran, naked and jiggling, up the runway and disappeared backstage. There were groans of disappointment, though I feel sure every man there felt he'd gotten his money's worth; I doubt there was a dry pair of shorts in the place.

But before anyone could leave his seat, a spotlight speared the darkened club and lit up the side of the stage where Millie had disappeared. Every eye was focused there--and then Millie came back out.

There were cheers and whoops and whistles, and once again Millie's cute, round baby face held an expression of embarrassment, arousal, and fear.

She was still barefoot and stark naked--and she was walking awkwardly, bare feet wide apart, knees bent--

Millie was pumping an enormous dildo in and out of her fat, shaved, thrust-forward and exposed and spotlit pussy. That kind of public insertion show was illegal, I knew, but everyone who would arrest her was in the room watching--and rubbing their cocks through their pants. Besides, anyone who tried to stop the show would have instantly been torn limb from limb by the crowd.

Millie worked her way out onto the runway again, sliding that huge rubber cock in and out of her fat, shaved hole in front of the staring crowd--but that wasn't lewd and humiliating enough.

She had two heavy cowbells tied to her swollen nipples for extra stimulation, and her huge tits were pulled into long, fat, tapering rocket shapes, her nipples stretched. Into long pink cones. She was still trying to dance to the funky sexual beat, and the tonka-tonka sound of her clunking cowbells sounded incredibly obscene.

She crouch-walked out to the end of the runway, pumping her juicy pale cunt at every step, her cowbells jerking and bouncing and swinging heavily--and then she grabbed the pole with one hand and braced one bare foot high on it, completely exposing her pale, bald crotch, and began to slide that big black dildo all the way in and all the way out, as openly as possible.

My innocent-faced Millie crouched on one fat, bare leg and hunched and came, bouncing her heavy cowbells with her hardworking arm as she fucked herself off naked and wide open for the staring mob. She was struggling to keep her blue eyes open, staring out at the crowd that thrilled and scared and embarrassed her all at once and made her fight to keep from cumming hard before them, and lose, and lose, and lose again.

I had told her what to do, and she was doing it.

After hopping around the pole on one bare foot--you can't imagine what that looked like--to make sure everyone saw her spasming, dripping, deeply impaled hole and cruelly heavy, swinging cowbells, Millie squatted on the edge of the stage and began to bounce on her dildo, jacking it off with her exposed fat cunt and making her stretched-out tits get yanked and milked and pulled as the cowbells bounced and clanked and clattered. Of course she came again--and again, and again...

She rose up for a moment, and centered the big dildo on her teeny pink asshole, to cheers and howls of lust--

No one but Millie and I knew; this would be her very first anal penetration. I wanted her to take it squatting naked in the spotlight in front of a staring crowd, with cowbells on her nipples and a thousand men's eyes on her tender, secret, stretching sphincter.

She sank down on the dildo, mouth and eyes open wide, feeling her virgin asshole get opened up in a public display. The expression on her sweet, round baby face was priceless; she looked frightened, hugely embarrassed, horrified that this enormous crowd of strangers was watching her take a dildo up her asshole for the first time, and on the edge of orgasm, all at once.

She squatted lower and lower till her fat ass was almost down on the stage, and the dildo was in her all the way to the base. As I had ordered, she peeled her fat white cunt wide open in the spotlights and exhibited her swollen, red, and sloppy-wet hole to everyone as she rose toward yet another public naked orgasm, and she kept holding it open as she came, with fuck-me juice drooling from her squeezing, spasming pussy and dripping down onto the base of the dildo up her ass.

She was forbidden to close her eyes, and she had to look back at the hundreds of howling, grinning men as she showed them all her orgasming pussy, her stretched-out and deeply impaled anus, and her stretched-out, swollen-to-bursting red nipples, bare to her pretty toes.

And then she stood up and began to dance naked with a dildo up her ass and cowbells hanging from her knobs. She turned and bent over and showed off the dildo, her clunking cowbells almost on the floor and an inch of thick black stump sticking out of her red, taut ring of violated anal hole. She fingered her bare pussy under it, exposing her fat red clit with one pretty hand and pulling and popping it openly with the other.

She stood up straight and began to wiggle around the stage, cowbells clanking, holding that dildo up her ass "no hands."

Speaking of "no hands," I thought....

I placed my beer bottle on the edge of the stage, and I pushed it forward slightly. Millie saw it, and did as she had been ordered; she hunch-danced over to it, crouched, and as the crowd whooped and cheered, she impaled her pussy on its long neck--and then picked it up, with her hands behind her head. She struggled to hold onto it as she carried it around the stage, fat legs cocked outward, crouch-walking awkwardly, still hunching her fat ass to swing and toss the bottle, shaking her huge tits and clanking her heavy cowbells.

I hadn't made it easy for her; the bottle was full. I don't like beer.

She finally brought it back and set it down before me, and as the crowd cheered, I lifted it to my mouth and took a long drink. The taste of Millie's pussy I DO like.

At least another dozen bottles instantly appeared on the stage, and at a nod from me, Millie blushed, ashamed, and then went around and picked up every one, swung it for a moment from her fat, shaved pussy, then set it down again.

More bottles kept appearing, and thus went on for quite some time. Poor Millie's fat bare legs were trembling with fatigue as she kept squatting and standing, but her clenching pussy never got tired. She clamped down on one stranger's beer after another and picked it up, showing off the strength of her fucking-muscles "no hands" as the crowd whooped and cheered her on.

Fat, naked Millie was horribly embarrassed and humiliated, and was loving every second of it. About every third or fourth bottle, she came, and when she rose up after dropping it, she left the mouth and neck of the bottle thickly coated with her pussy-juice--which the grinning strangers sucked and licked up eagerly.

I finally beckoned Millie over and gestured, giving her permission to take her cowbells off. Too much of that might give her those stretchmarks that that gay guy, Alex, couldn't find.

She took them off, and her poor abused nipples stood out again, swollen to grapefruit size, their fat tips long and red. Millie stood there naked with a dildo up her ass, waiting; she knew what was coming--but I had a surprise for her.

I handed her another dildo. She took it, and stared at it, and then at me, and then out at the crowd, in shock and horror. She looked at me pleadingly and shook her head, but I nodded, once, slowly, and she bit her lip and nodded back, her eyes wet with fear and humiliation.

It was a new dildo, bigger than the biggest one she owned; coal-black, three fingers thick, and almost two feet long.

But that wasn't enough for me; nine little "fingers" of red rubber dangled from it, from three French ticklers spaced evenly apart below the lemon-sized head.

As Millie looked at me, still pleading with her big blue eyes, I mouthed, "Don't come," then nodded toward the pole. My fat, buck naked wife moved over to the pole, tits wagging, then leaned back against it, facing the crowd, and squatted with her bare tits and cunt sticking out. She bit her lip and looked out at the crowd shamefaced as she began to work that obscenely tricked-out monster dildo into her fat naked hole, the stump of the other still protruding lewdly from her asshole.

The gaping crowd whistled and hollered encouragement as Millie whimpered and moaned, working hard to fuck herself off naked in front of them all. First one, then two, then all three of the French ticklers disappeared inside her. Her tender pussy was already stretched to the max by the enormous girth of the huge black dildo, and she had to work hard, even as cum-soft and slippery-wet as her cunt was, to cram those nasty-looking rubber fingers in. Then she began to pump it in and out.

The spectacle was incredible. Millie's agonized, grimacing face, so sweet, so pretty, so distorted by the outrageous stimulation of her sensitive pussy; her gigantic, wobbling, liquidly swinging tits and double-fist-sized nipples; her quivering, fat, white, widespread thighs and plump pale belly; and that jaw-dropping dildo, pistoning in and out of her fat shaved pussy with the ticklers flipping and flapping and splaying out as she fucked herself off, bare naked on the stage.

Millie was soon gasping and gaping in shockingly intense sexual heat, her sweet rosebud mouth hanging open and literally drooling spit as she pumped her pussy with that cunt-destroying rubber cock. She was stark naked and gleaming with sweat, red-faced and ashamed as she reamed herself out in front of the mob.

She was already fighting back her orgasm, desperately trying to keep from coming as I'd ordered. I knew she'd never make it; I knew what one tickler did to her on my big dick--I couldn't imagine what three, poking and digging and twisting around inside her swollen fucking tube on that gigantic rubber cock, were making her feel.

My fat, naked Millie pumped her exposed hole with that obscene rubber monster for twenty minutes, till she was crying like a baby from the struggle not to come. She kept looking at me and begging with her eyes for permission, but I kept shaking my head. Finally, I gestured, and she knew what to do. Millie rolled onto her back and stick her bare feet up in the air, her fat white legs open wide and her huge tits in her face, and she started slamming that black rubber cock in and out of her blatantly exposed hole with both hands. The black stump of the other dildo protruded lewdly from her ass; the crowd had largely forgotten about that, but now it was in their faces. They grew silent at last, sensing that something special was about to happen.

In the silence, the smacking, splattering sound of that decorated dildo plunging in and out of Millie's fat bare cunt was loud--and so were Millie's desperate whimpers and moans. The ticklers flipped and waggled wildly as she pumped, staring slit-eyed at the mob over her enormous tits. She was stabbing that cruel monster in and out like she was trying to saw herself in half, gasping and squealing, pretty bare toes clenched into tiny white fists. Her fat bare ass rippled with the impacts, and she was shaking all over, every square inch of her luscious, pale fat exposed and in quivering motion.

Finally, she arched forward, her head and fat ass rising from the stage as she curled into a tense and jiggling ball of impending super-orgasm. Her tits slid out to the sides, her fat pink knobs swolllen to the max and her long sausagelike tips vibrating with her masturbation. She began to make a high, keening sound, and the funky smell of her hungry cunthole grew suddenly stronger.

Suddenly, she cried out in a high, childish voice: "I'm gonna COME! I'm gonna come HARD! W-watch me COME, everybody! I'm NAKED on STAGE and I'm c-c-c-"

She got no farther. Millie basically exploded, gritting her teeth and shaking like a leaf in a hurricane, pumping her huge dildo with blinding speed and pumping her fat white legs as if to make it go faster. All the way in and all the way out, five times a second, her little fists a blur as she gushed pussy-cum in the spotlight. I had never seen Millie squirt before, but her girl-cum sprayed into the air and splattered on her open thighs, over her tits, and onto the stage all around her, scattered by her blindingly fast pumping. She rolled up tighter and tighter as she came harder and harder, grunting like an animal and grimacing with the intensity of her colossal orgasm.

She began to scream wordlessly; I had never seen her do that before either. She wailed and shrieked like the dildo was made of white-hot steel. Millie pumped her hole superfast and came and sprayed cunt-juice and came and quivered all over and came and screamed and came for most of a full minute. I had never seen her come so hard and so long and so violently.

She finally collapsed, as I knew she would. She fell back onto the stage, as limp as a wet string. She lay there unconscious, her fat, bare arms and legs splayed open like a broken doll's, both of her dildos still hanging from her holes. She did not move.

After a few brief, awestruck moments, the cheering and applause began. Millie didn't see the ten-minute standing ovation she got as four of the bouncers carried her from the stage on a stretcher. She would see it later on the videotape as I made her watch it naked--and come again, over and over, just from watching what she did.

Backstage, I held Millie till she came to, just as the cheering was beginning to subside. "Come on," I said. "You need to take a bow. Your fans want to thank you."

She was weak and shaky, but I helped her to her feet and to the side of the stage.

I made her walk out into the spotlights once again, still naked and barefoot, and hold her swollen, red, distended pussy open and display it to the crowd as the cheering and clapping rose to a deafening level again.

Millie smiled weakly and shook her tits a little as she crouched and held her hole open, her way of taking her bows. Finally, she staggered offstage to continued applause and cheering.

The speakers in the club announced, "Millie will be signing autographs in the lobby in a few minutes. She is NOT going to get dressed, and she's agreed to allow anyone who gets her autograph to feel her bare tits. The line is forming now."

There was a mad rush to the lobby, and the bouncers had to intervene to prevent a few fistfights when guys tried to cut in line.

By the time we came out, things were pretty well organized. The line circled the lobby three times, so everyone had a good view as they waited, and then led out onto the street. There were two tables set up at different levels; Millie knelt naked on one, and leaned forward to sign magazines and pieces of paper on the other. Between them, her huge bare breasts dangled invitingly, and as she smiled and signed, each guy had a chance to feel and fondle them.