The backstage screen showed the previously recorded clip of Kori wetting her lips atop the evocative ivory-onyx cameo blowjob. The bottom scroll suggested: "...MAYBE NEXT TIME..."
Ned wasn't going to wait for Kori's next time at the club. He summoned the club manager and directed him to have Kori dressed in a sheer negligee and deposited in his limousine. He would carry Kori to the mansion forthwith and personally steer her through the next step of her erotic journey.
All through the ride and all through the night, Ned intended to allow Kori's curious lips to blaze a trail along the unmapped territory of his erect cock. Her explorations would certainly be rewarded with abrupt discoveries of creamy male treasure. Ned was resigned to the fact that it was going to be another long night for the owner of the Strip and Fuck Club.
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Ned exited the private rear entrance of the club to his limousine, waiting in his private parking spot. The rear door was opened by his chauffeur as he approached.
Tonight's buxom female driver, dressed in tightly tailored chauffeur livery showing abundant cleavage and long legs below the short black skirt, smiled and touched the bill of her cap.
"She's inside, sir, just as you ordered."
Ned smiled back at his favorite transport assistant, before ducking in and finding Kori curled up on the bench leather seat, slouched indolently sideways. She was wrapped in a light blanket rather than the requested lingerie, probably too lethargic to have assisted with her redressing. She looked drained and listless, obviously overcome by the rough onstage abuse by Karl. But her face was stoic and solaced, her mind apparently dulled in the deep afterglow buzz of her wild onstage fuck.
Ned stretched out his legs and lounged easily on the seat next to her, an arm cuddling her shoulder as she leaned against him. Her cheek pressed to his shoulder, placing her lips near his ear.
"... more ..." she murmured in a dreamy purr.
Ned's free hand unzipped his pants and her eyes, peering through the split strands of blond hair covering her face, watched him slide his pants down. Then she felt him clutch a scalp tight handhold on her disheveled blonde tresses. She heard his gentle concurrence.
"Yes, Kori... of course, you want more... because you need more..."
She unresistingly complied as he bent her head down towards his cock. She shuffled meekly on the seat, letting the blanket fall open to expose her loose boobs, bending her pose to move her face to his groin.
Her plush lips parted, her blue eyes dreamily closed and she gently drew his tumescent cock inside her warm oral recess.
Her tongue brushed lazily on his knob and shaft, suckling the thick man-meat without bobbing her head. His hand lovingly rested on her head as he fingered her blond strands. He tilted back into the high leather headrest and closed his eyes, letting the sensations flow around his groin. He let her play all the way home, her lips reminiscent of a lightly napping baby gently seeking its last bit of nurture from its mother's tit.
Still, he selfishly withheld his ejaculate, building his own lusty reserves for later propitious emissions.
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Arriving at his villa, he folded her into the enveloping blanket and cradled her languid body in his arms as he carried her inside and upstairs towards the guest bedroom suite where he and Kori's uncle had exercised their pre-nuptial Prima Noche privileges not so long ago.
A door opened and his wife emerged from the Master bedroom when she heard the hallway footsteps. There was Ned returning from his night at the club with a naked young maiden in his arms, wrapped partially in a loose blanket. He halted his strides and the folds slighted parted, revealing a lovely bare breast. She recognized her daughters' college companion, and whispered her concern.
"Ned, is she okay?"
"Kori showed up onstage at the Club tonight and performed the bridal night scenario with Karl."
His wife's face melted in sympathy, having once, on a curious lark, experienced Karl's robust manliness onstage. It had been an erotic ordeal to say the least.
"Oh, the poor dear. She looks wiped out. You better stay with her and soothe her gently through her recuperation."
With that suggestion proffered, she kissed her husband's lips 'goodnight', softly smoothed the drowsy blonde's hair back, and pecked a fond kiss on her forehead. She held the guest suite door while Ned carried Kori through, closing them inside. Turning away, a snicker of a smile erupted as she returned to her luxurious Master suite.
She so loved her husband, appreciating how hard he worked to sustain the family's adult entertainment enterprise: organizing security, managing the service staff, administering finances, and being ultimately responsible for the safety and welfare of the onstage artistes.
She lovingly wished him to enjoy the rewards of his dedication to the business and was warmed by the thoughts that Ned would probably take great delight in Kori's recovery as he 'soothed her gently' throughout the night.
Ned gently laid his unexpected ward on the bed, opening the blanket for a full view of the nude young beauty. Her large breasts jostled invitingly as she rolled on her side, and curled her body in a sleepy half fetal pose.
He dropped his clothes and joined her in bed, laying on his side facing her as she faced him. In her half-doze, she murmured an unintelligible acknowledgment at his presence.
He shuffled forward, pulling her one thigh beneath his waist, cuddling closer in a side-saddle pose, laying her other leg across his hips. He lay one hand on her hip, the other cupped and fondled her magnificent soft tit. She murmured in her dream state, one arm lounged across his shoulder. Her other hand descended between them, finding and caressing his swollen cock.
His thoughts dwelled briefly on the past few hours: the onstage performance, the limousine fellatio, his wife's encouragement, and Kori's soft body available here and now. Just like the swooning blond in his clutches had asked of him, he wanted more of her. He needed more of her and he would get more of her, right now.
He moved closer and Kori's hand guided his cock tip to her wet pussy lips.
"... more ..." she murmured again.
And Ned willingly obliged her plea. But only slowly, for now, just easing his knob between her plush nether lips. He diddled his corona across her enflamed labia, hearing her purring whimper in reaction. His face moved closer to hers, their lips brushed, a noodling touch. She purred again.
He judged her ready and pushed his cock steadily until he was balls deep in the lust-drenched blonde's dewy cunt. Her mouth opened to catch a breath and slowly exhaled when he held still at the deepest point.
He stroked slowly. The slippery sex was smooth and fulfilling, her excited body squirming slightly in his embracing arms. Her soft quivering breasts, the nubs stiff on swollen areolae, brushed against his chest.
Taking his time, he worked her toward higher ecstasy, running Kori through a series of mini-gasms, slowing to let her ease back, then recommencing her emotional rises.
She savored the comfortable sidesaddle fucking, with its series of pleasures, preceding the ultimate finale. At the unsustainable peak, Ned felt her pre-orgasmic vaginal ripples on his knob and shaft and succumbed to his passions, joining her in sensual joy, firing his pent-up liquid pearls in successive volleys that filled her pussy with his manly secretions.
Their cries echoed through the mansion's upper floor and could not have gone unnoticed by his supportive wife.
With periods of calm and rest in between, Kori was unhesitant in carrying on with the carnalities as long as Ned was able. His erection and ego reveled in the pleasant sensations. He eventually joined her again and then let her lay fulfilled, wrapped in his arms, his loose cock resting captive in her core.
In the morning, she was recovered and wide awake, mounted astride his cock, bouncing in cowgirl on his embedded rod. The door opened; Kori paused to look askance at the intrusion. She saw Ned's wife enter, carrying a loaded breakfast tray. Seeing the fuck mates heartily engaged and happy to see that Kori seemed none the worse for the wear, the woman spoke her encouragement to the cavorting couple.
"Don't let me stop you. Please continue, sweetie. You can't forsake him midway to the finish. Carry on, dear, while I set up the table."
Ned bucked his hips, reminding Kori to finish what she had started. Newly enthused, she leaned over, her hips bouncing atop his. Her swaying tits dangled in his face as her cunt cycled quicker on his dick. She felt triumphant when he spewed inside her soon after.
Disentangling with tender kisses, they disembarked the bed and retired to the adjacent café table where his wife waited.
As they breakfasted, he curiously inquired about Kori's return to the club so soon after her nuptials. She lowered her head in embarrassment, mumbling soft responses. She confessed that her new husband, though money-rich, was libido-meager. He was either unable or uninterested in satisfying her erotic peccadilloes.
"What about your dear Uncle?"
"His newest girlfriend moved in; she's not as enlightened about incest as your family is."
"What about your old college professors?"
"I fucked them for grades; the sex was dull and uninteresting."
"So, why the club? Why now? Why me?"
Her hand rose to finger the cameo choker she still wore from the stage performance, the one Ned had gifted her following their first pre-nuptial fuck. She bashfully whispered.
"... prima ... noche ..."
Ned saw the silk band pendant, its reversible cameo showing her chaise facial profile, which she now flipped to show the bold deep-throat silhouette. Her eyes remained lowered, not seeing Ned's furtive smile, though not unnoticed by his spouse seated beside him,
