The Alice and Clark show (Part 4) [3rd Person] [MF] [Audience] [Bondage] [Fiction]

He lays a few toys on the bed, and Alice, still helpless and spread apart, stares at the array of spanking paddles now laid in front of her. Clark glances at her and reaches out to lower her blindfold and put the headphones into place.

He takes a seat on the edge of the bed. Ankles still cuffed to the bar, Clark grabs the steel and drags Alice toward him, and turns his arm to flip her over. Her stomach is laid on his lap, her ass raised, and her face pressed to a side against the bed.

Alice’s body trembles as she takes a deep breath, bracing herself for the pain. Clark’s firm hand slaps down on her right ass cheek, the cracking sound inciting gasps of amazement from the live audience. Alice gasps, her body twitching on Clark’s knees, but stays put nonetheless, without complaint.

Clark caresses the pink mark forming on her skin, soothing her before he spanks her another time. Her soft yelps and the way she flinches drives him insane, and probably the crowd in front of him would easily agree.

He gives her another three spanks, alternating between the left and the right. Now, with Alice’s ass evenly pink, he chooses his next move. He scans the bed and grips the handle of the black, flexible, leather spanking paddle in his hand. He raises his hand quickly and lands the smack on her exposed ass cheek.

The leather paddle burns her, her skin getting redder and redder. It hurts a little more than Clark’s hand, but Alice can’t help but enjoy how it aches. Her arousal spikes, her pussy practically dripping. As soon as Clark finishes her five, well-deserved spanks, he slides a digit between her folds, ropes of her glossy, transparent liquids coating his finger. He raises it over his mouth and makes a show of it as he licks it off his pointer, tasting her. She tastes delicious, an absolute delight.

The crowd’s murmurs intensify. Clark is mostly lost in Alice, but he can see figures and lit faces now, closer to the stage’s boundaries. Drew told him this would be the case. Preparing for the special finish.

He fingers her further deeper, his other hand soothing her two, red globes of flesh. He places his thumb on her clit, and Alice moans. She wiggles her ass, wanting to savor more of him. But Clark pulls his fingers away from her, much to her disappointment.

He lifts her off of his lap and places her back on the bed. Clark stands up, admiring his handiwork, and bends down to unzip her dress and untie the shoulder straps, and take off her heels. He frees her ankles from the spreader bar, slides her dress off of her, and quickly attaches her cuffed ankles back to the bar. Clark flips her over, returning her on her back. He tosses and turns her with no effort.

Now fully naked and spread out in front of everyone to see, Alice shivers. The thought of her spanked ass and her wet pussy being broadcasted onto the big screens of the lounge sends tingles down her spine. Add to that, her arousal, waiting and anticipating for the next round.

Clark pulls out three different-sized silicone dildos from the drawer and tosses them next to her on the bed.

But first, he must relieve his own tension. Punishing her now seems more like a punishment for his self-control. He unbuttons the fly of his jeans and pulls down the metallic zipper. With a measured motion, for the crowd’s pleasure, he pushes his jeans, and boxer-briefs off his hips and down his legs. His fully-erect cock pushes downward until the material frees it, and it violently springs upward, slapping his body and smearing precum on his stomach. From the lounge, he can hear a few people gasp.

He removes his pants completely, followed by his socks. He’s now completely naked on stage. Much more exposed, but so much more comfortable. The auto-controlled cameras zoom in and the audience takes in his veiny rod, its upward curve, and its thickness. Not obscenely long, but definitely bigger than average, it’s a perfect unit for fucking. Clark wipes leaking precum, rolling down the side of his shaft with his finger, collecting it in a dollop. He puts his finger on Alice’s body, wiping himself off on her thigh.

He sits on the edge of the bed now, slowly stroking himself with one hand as he inserts two fingers into Alice with the other. She relaxes into his touch, arching her back, her body gently shaking at the rhythm of his slow, fluid motions. Small, quiet moans of enjoyment escape her lips.

He continues to squeeze and slowly tease his cock. Small, guttural groans from the pleasure escape his mouth. Precum continues to roll from the tip of his tortured cock. He continues the patterns of scooping the droplets and wiping them on Alice, which the crowd seems to love. He wants his pleasure but knows the focus must be Alice. The sight and feel of Alice’s pretty, pink pussy and his digits sawing in and out of it keep him focused.

His fingers leave Alice to grab the smallest dildo to prepare her. He teases her opening, rubbing it up and down against her folds, and Alice whines. Clark smiles at the sound of her, and pushes the dildo into her wet pussy, making her purr in pleasure as it fills her up. He twists it in and out of her, the friction of the dildo sliding against her tight hole makes her moan.

He picks up the speed, fucking her harder with the dildo. Alice moves her hips to the rhythm of the thrusts. The sound of her pussy smacking against the base of the dildo and Clark’s hand echoes from the stage, over to the crowd. Her breathing gets heavier, and her moans grow slightly louder.

She breathes out his name. “Clark… More… Please…”

Clark grins and happily obliges. He swiftly replaces the dildo in his hand with its slightly girthier counterpart and slides it into her. The state of her pussy, how wet she is getting, is out of her control. He ramps up the intensity on his other hand, stroking his throbbing cock harder and faster. Part of him feels he should only focus on Alice, but Drew insisted he remembers he is part of the show too. He growls and snarls, his brows knit together.

Her legs, spread apart, twitches, and her stomach clenches. Alice groans and hisses, rocking her body up and down. The way her breasts bounce and shake hypnotizes Clark, teasing and tempting him, who has both his hands busy already. Alice grips the spreader bar and slams her body against the dildo harder.

But Clark pauses. She whines in frustration, her orgasm denied.

“Clark. Please. I need more.” She mewls out, begging.

He chuckles at how simply adorable she gets when she begs. How she squirms and purrs. How she pouts her luscious, pink lips.

“Please, Clark. Please.”

She needs a bigger one to fill her needy, stretching, pussy, and Clark can see it etched on her face. Clark drops the now wet dildo and grabs the biggest one out of the three. It’s much longer and thicker than the other two, and he is certain that Alice can take it.

He gently pushes it inside her, and Alice lets out a long, heady moan, feeling it fill and stretch her, just how she wanted. Her hands, though still cuffed, reach down to spread her vagina, welcoming the sizable toy deeper into her. She wriggles her body, easing herself onto it, breathing out heavily.

With Alice now comfortable and acclimated to the dildo, Clark starts to gently pump it into her, while his other hand stays on his own cock, precum now spilled everywhere. She twists her body, swiveling her hips, savoring the pleasure. Her lips agape as she gasps for air, panting and moaning.

Clark speeds up, thrusting the dildo now faster and harder into her. Alice whimpers, her knees buckling in, yet Clark doesn’t care. As long as she hasn’t used the safe word, he’s going to go rougher with her. He keeps jamming it faster, in and out of her. Her cuffs clunk and rattle, and her collar’s ring bounces against her neck.

Alice’s lower half of her body tenses up, her muscles clenching.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck…” Alice shakes as she lets out a string of curses. “Clark… I’m cumming.”

Her orgasm rips through her body and she lets out a cry. Her pussy is a wet, creamy mess, the dildo dribbling her juices down her ass.

Clark can’t take it anymore. He’s waited long enough.

He pulls the dildo out quickly resulting in a loud sloppy suctioning sound that fills the room. Alice moans as her soaked pussy now feels empty and in need. Clark doesn’t make her wait as he quickly climbs on the bed to her body. His muscles are rippling from his efforts. He lifts Alice’s legs up by the spreader bar at a 90-degree angle, giving himself access. Without the care of angles, a show, or anything but his own pleasure, Clark lines his cock up and plunges into Alice.

He lets out a groan, her pussy feels amazingly warm and extremely wet. He puts one arm on the back of her thighs, angling himself deeper inside her, as he hammers into her. He leans forward pushing his body weight into her, compressing her knees into her chest, and with his free hand firmly grips her upper neck.

His hips slap against the back of Alice’s upper thighs, the sounds of sex bounce off of the stage and into the lounge. She can feel their synced movements, coursing through her body. His cock feels amazing, and nothing compares to the feeling of his cock inside of her. The way he pulses and his stiffness makes her feel full.

Clark, for his part, is lost in a world of lust and pleasure. Alice’s pussy is unlike any he’s ever had. But Clark still wants to see her stretch even further, and he assumes the audience would too.

He grabs the smallest dildo, lines it up with his cock, and thrusts himself and the dildo inside her, stretching her out even more. Alice cries out, her body twitches, as both enter her pussy. With the dildo now parallel to his cock, he wraps his hand around the two on their base and thrusts gently into her creamy pussy. His cock is lined up on top, and the dildo on the underside of his shaft.

She had never done this before, and tonight, she is surprised herself that she can fit two inside her little pussy. Clark pumps faster into her, she can feel the two cocks in her stretching her tight hole. Alice whimpers, she rocks her body against the bed in time to his thrusts, feeling the intensity and the friction inside her. She feels her vagina quiver, her body stiffens.

“Cl- Clark…” She stutters. “I’m going to- I’m going to cum.”

He thrusts even faster, and harder as well, their bodies crashing into each other. Alice’s orgasm pushes through her. Her back arches, her pussy clenches. Her body spasms and broken screams leave her lips. Her thick fluids run down her ass.

Clark can’t take anymore. His tortured cock is ready to explode. His right-hand grips the spreader bar, using it for leverage as he pushes down, crunching Alice’s sexy body. His left grips her right hip and he pounds away. “You’re such a sexy slut, Alice. You’re about to be everyone’s slut!” he moans.

He pulls his cock out and grunts as he explodes. He pumps the base of his thick rod as rope after rope of semen flies from his cockhead making a mess on Alice. The first shot of cum splatters in her thick bush. The second spurt shoots the whole way to her tits, with each subsequent pulse lessening in volume and force until Clark is finished.

He takes a deep breath, sighing in contentment. His cock, red, flustered, and finished sits hard drooling on her pussy. Alice is covered in cum.

Still breathing ragged, and catching their breath, Clark shifts on the bed, to reach up and pull the headphones off Alice’s head. All of a sudden she can hear, the sensation sharp and her head is ringing from the sounds of the audience’s applause and cheers.

Clark leans down and whispers into her ear, “Stay still, Alice. It’s time for the grand finale.”

Alice moans, her hands instinctively trying to cover her breasts, but her hands are restrained. She’s never felt more exposed.

“Relax, baby,” Clark coos in her ear while reaching to hold her hands.

“Clark,” Alice whines. “I’m-”

“Relax, Alice.” He interrupts this time more firmly. “People are coming to take a closer look.”

As if on cue, people start to get on to their feet, making a dragging sound of chairs against the carpet as they step away from their seats, making their way towards the stage. Men and some women step up onto the stage steps and approach the bed where Alice lies, coated in Clark’s cum.

Clark kisses Alice’s earlobe, sucking it into his mouth gently, “Just relax, baby. Take a deep breath,” he says much more gently now. She does, her chest rising and falling on exhale. “Your body is beautiful, and it’s about to be a canvas.”

They start unbuckling their belts. Alice can hear the sound of small metal clicks and leather being pulled. The sound of zippers being undone fill her ears with the same power of a buzzing saw.

Clark’s eyes go wide. He knew what was coming but he’s still shocked at the sight of the patrons whipping out their hard cocks from their pants. They stroke their cocks; some slowly, some more quickly. Some of the men’s tips are already wet and leaking precum. A few of the men’s partners reach down and help with the handjobs.

One woman in her mid-50’s, brunette, and still well put together, walks directly over to Clark, sitting on the bed beside him. With no hesitation she reaches for his still thick and dripping cock and takes it into her hands, stroking it. “Oh God, it’s magnificent,” she moans, sliding her free hand up her dress, and into her pussy.

As men get close, the first three steps directly to the side of the bed. One by one, they lean in and unleash ropes of sperm onto Alice’s naked body. She flinches, moaning, as multiple loads of cum land on her, dripping all over her torso, and some even splatter on to Clark. She can feel the warmth and slickness as it runs down her skin, and it made her feel sexy.

Another woman, along with her male partner, comes to Clark’s side of the bed. She reaches for his cock, sharing it with the other woman’s hand. Her other hand massages her husband’s cock through his pants, with just her thumb and forefinger. She teases, “He’s so much bigger than you, honey. Can I have him?” Clark’s eyebrows raise, but her husband’s moan shows his pleasure, clearly their kink.

Another couple steps up to approach Alice, as the first three men have moved away. “Cum, baby. I’ll aim. Let’s see if we can cover her thighs,” the woman encourages while jerking her man’s cock vigorously. He moans, leaning forward as his ass clenches, and his cock let’s go. She aims his cock at her legs, his seed covering them. “Oh honey, you were horny!” she says excitedly, “You even got some to her pussy,” she laughs. As his cock finishes, his partner wipes the tip, and then smears the leftover cum on Alice’s body, before stepping away.

This continues for 15 minutes. Men, women, and couples take their turns on stage, using Alice and Clark as their toys. As each person finishes they step aside, cleaning themselves up, return to sit back in their respective seats as if nothing had happened.

Clark’s cock is back at full attention. A few women taking short turns kissing and sucking it. Alice’s body is covered in cum, at least 30 loads. But, every person knew and respected the rules. All of the semen is below her face. Alice squirms, the warm, thick loads of cum drip from her body. A lot of thoughts run through her head, contradicting each other. She feels embarrassed, ashamed, and somehow used, but it’s exactly this aspect that turns her on.

Alice suddenly feels a new sensation, of a familiar person’s presence. The man leans into her other side, moving on the bed beside her. He leans in and whispers, “Baby girl. I’m so proud of you.”

It’s Drew. Alice just knows. She blushes, biting her lip. “Sir-”

Drew hushes her. “Just relax. You’re almost done. You did so well.”

“Did you…?” Alice asks meekly, her voice trailing off, unable to finish the sentence.

“No, baby. Not yet. You’re going to be mine, in private.” Drew gives her a soft kiss on the forehead and puts his hand on her shoulder.

He looks at Clark and smiles. “You did great too.” He glances down and nods at his standing cock, “And looks like you’re ready to go again,” he says laughing. Clark nods and smiles sheepishly.

The last of the patrons leave the stage. It’s now just Clark, Alice, and Drew on the bed.

The MC strides back onto the stage, a spotlight following her as she marches to the center.

“What a fantastic performance by Alice and Clark,” she beams at the crowd. “I guess we can all agree that it was mind-blowing.”

The crowd erupts into applause again, this time even louder.

“No more from me,” she continues. “You know the drill. The bar is open. The lounge is open, and of course, the private and public rooms are available for fun. Respect consent. Respect our different kinks, and have fun! And thanks one last time to Clark and Alice. I hope we see them again.”

One last big cheer goes up from the crowd before dwindling down. Music starts playing over the club’s speakers and the room begins to fill with mingling and bar sounds.

Clark pulls two bathrobes from the bottom drawer next to the bed. He carefully uncuffs Alice’s wrists and ankles from the spreader bar. She slides her feet against the bedsheets, straightening her legs.

At the same time, Drew reaches up to her face, taking the blindfold off of her. Alice squints, adjusting her vision to the bright lights of the stage.

She blinks a couple of times and finally looks back at the face hovering above her’s.

Drew smiles at her and whispers, “It’s over, Alice. You’re mine now.”

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