Nicola: Live & Uncensored

Disclaimer: The following story contains sex scenes and rude words. It's fairly tame, and I'm pretty broad-minded, but the decency laws in most states would require it not be read by persons under 18. Also, if you're offended by adult themes, you should probably leave now. More importantly, this tale features women presented as sexual objects. There is nothing wrong with this as they are only fictional characters. I urge readers, especially young males, to not regard real women in this way.

This work is © 2002 the author. Permission is granted to freely distribute, provided it is not altered in any way.

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Nicola stood naked in her dressing room admiring herself in the mirror. The 20-year-old Australian beauty had a stunning 38-25-35 body, and in her bare feet stood 5'9". She had a golden all-over tan, a legacy of many a nude sunbathing session. Nicola had the trim, sexy figure of a model- which is precisely what she was. The Aussie stunner had, only months before, arrived in Hollywood from her native Melbourne to start her movie career, and had recently finished work on her second movie Bikini Stewardesses 2.

Now her agent had arranged for Nicola do some publicity work, to help get her some exposure. First stop was here on the late-night talk show, "The Tony Moroni Show". 'Exposure' was the right word for this program, as Nicola had only found out after agreeing to appear. Tony had something of a knack for convincing his gorgeous female guests to shed their clothes, much to the delight of TV audiences. Nicola was in no doubt that she would be baring herself tonight! Which led her to her current dilemma- what do you wear when you're about to strip naked on live TV in front of thousands of cheering men? This is why she was standing around nude, waiting for the wardrobe girl to bring her the outfit she would be wearing (for a while at least) on the show.

Nicola looked at the reflection of her face in the mirror. She had long, chestnut brown hair that draped across her shoulders, and deep blue eyes. Nicola smiled. She had a charming, toothsome smile that some men said reminded them of model Linda O'Neill, with those full pouty lips and cute little overbite. Nicola leaned forward and cupped her bare breasts, offering them to an imaginary audience. Her smile became a naughty smirk. She tweaked her nipples, causing them to pinken and swell as if in anticipation of their public appearance. Nicola turned to admire her ass in the mirror, and only then did he notice the man standing behind her. She gave a squeak of surprise.

He chuckled. "I see I'm not the only one that likes to check out a gorgeous naked broad."

Nicola smiled sheepishly. Her admirer was a heavy-set man, with an Italian accent that made her think of Tony Soprano. She made no attempt to cover her naked body, even as he continued to cast a lustful eye over her figure. "Um, hi," she said. "I'm Nicola Baron, but my friends call me Knickers." She offered a delicate hand, and he gently shook it. "Yeah, I know. I'm Tony Moroni, this is my show."

Nicola grinned broadly, immediately feeling attracted to this important man. "Mr. Moroni! It's a pleasure to meet you."

"The pleasure's all mine, toots," he replied with a lick of his lips. "Is that what you're planning on wearing tonight?"

Nicola glanced down her nude body, remembering that she was still in her birthday suit. "Oh no!" she giggled. "I'm just waiting for the wardrobe girl to bring me some clothes."

Nicola lowered her eyes and took a step toward him. Her voice took on a husky quality. "I'm really looking forward to being on your program tonight, Mr. Moroni," she breathed. "I understand it should give a real boost for my career."

"Please, call me Tony. Yeah, I think you can count on getting plenty of exposure tonight. I take it your agent has talked to you about the um, 'content' of the show?" Nicola was now standing so close to him she could feel his hot breath on her tits. His eyes burned with lust as he stared at the stark naked starlet standing before him. Nicola reached out and placed her hands on his shoulders. In return, Tony placed his hands on Nicola's hips. The touch of his fingers on her bare skin sent sparks of pleasure racing through the adorable Aussie. Holding his gaze with her deep blue eyes, Nicola nodded. "Uh-huh. I'm familiar with your 'interview' style. You can count on me to be a good sport. I'm more than willing to join in on the fun."

Tony smiled, no doubt looking forward to the evening ahead.

"So, do you think I'll be a hit tonight?" Nicola asked. He was stroking her now, running his fingers up and down her sides.

"Honey, our ratings are going to go through the roof!" Tony laughed. Then he added, "Yknow, before every show I like to get to know each and every one of my star guests very intimately."

"Oh?" Nicola replied with a teasing smirk. She reached forward and brushed her hand across the bulge in his trousers. "And I was beginning to think I was the only nude starlet whose dressing room you'd slipped into."

"No," Tony replied, "but you're certainly the prettiest."

Nicola blushed and playfully swatted his arm. "Oh Mr. Moroni! I mean Tony. If I had any pants on right now, you'd be charming them off me."

They were playing a game that Nicola had learned to play well in the few months since she arrived in Hollywood. It wasn't just about sex. It was a game of tease and promise, to draw the moment of arousal so that her 'mark'- the producer, director, executive who had something she wanted- was practically begging to fuck her. And it wasn't just them who enjoyed it, the erotic dueling of words got Nicola horny too. Tony's hands had moved up from her sides, and were gently caressing the undersides of her bare boobs, strokes that climbed up the swell of her bosom to the nipple on the summit and back down again in a soothing, regular motion. Nicola shivered in delight. Time for her to make the next move.

"This could be quite a break you're giving me, appearing on the show," Nicola breathed.

"Yep, it could well be," Tony replied.

"I feel so obligated to do something for you in return." Nicola gave him a doe-eyed look. "Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?"

"Well," said Tony, making himself comfortable in the only chair in the room, "you're a smart girl, Knickers. I'm sure you'll figure out what it is I really need done for me- or to me." He opened his legs wide, inviting Nicola to slip between them. With a naughty smile, the starlet complied, settling her bare bottom on the floor. She began rubbing his thighs, causing a considerable amount of motion in Tony's crotch, inches from Nicola's face.

"How's this Tony?" she asked.

"Oh that's great, great. But it's still not really enough of a thank-you, is it?"

Nicola slid her hands together to meet at Tony's crotch, and began to directly massage his dick though his trousers. Her delicate fingers gently traced along the monstrous swelling that throbbed beneath the material. Tony gave a moan of pleasure. Nicola was getting pretty turned on herself. The game of seduction had turned into outright foreplay. Time for Nicola to take things in hand and see that Tony gets the fuck he deserves. She pulled down his zip and reached inside. Tony's hot and eager penis leapt into Nicola's cool hand. She hauled it out into the open air. Erect and pulsing, it poked up out of his pants like a flagpole. Tony was panting now, his eyes closed. Nicola gently stroked his cock, coaxing it to perform for her.

"How about now?" Nicola asked innocently. "Good..." Tony replied, reaching down to run his hands through Nicola's silky brown hair. Nicola added, "Is there anything else I can do for you while I'm down here? Anything at all?" She was almost absently mindedly jerking Tony off with slow strokes.

"Well...," Tony was breathing heavily from the sheer pleasure the skilful massage Nicola was administering to his penis. "I understand you're one hell of a cock sucker. I'd love it if you could give little Tony here a good tongue bath."

Nicola smiled at the compliment. She was good at this, and was pleased word was getting around Hollywood. "It would be my pleasure," she replied. He was uncircumcised, what Nicola thought of as a 'lipstick dick'. She rolled down the foreskin, exposing the helmet. It glistened enticingly in the light. Nicola's tongue flicked out, and she licked his penis like an ice-cream, her tongue slithering across the smooth, sensitive head. Tony shivered with delight. Her soft hands weren't idle during all of this, and Nicola continued to wank his shaft. Lovingly, she popped Tony's cock into her moist, willing mouth and began to practice her skills on him. Nicola's head was soon bobbing up and down in his lap, as she fucked Tony's cock with her mouth.

Tony relaxed back in the chair. He was in seventh heaven. All his life, all Tony had wanted was for beautiful women to fuck him. When he got his own top-rated talk show on the TNA network, that dream had come true. The power that he had overcame his less than attractive physique, and now gorgeous young starlets like Nicola here were more than willing to use their nubile bodies to pleasure him. He gasped in delight, as her silky mouth and tongue brought his cock to the heights of ecstasy never felt even by him. Nicola was a champion, a blow-job princess without peer. He'd have to get her back on the show again. Maybe a regular guest spot. Her own private dressing room, right next to his, where they could fuck at their leisure right before going on. Tony began to move his broad hips slightly back and forth in the chair in time with Nicola's delicious strokes.

Nicola could feel the nearness of Tony's orgasm. She'd only been sucking him off for a short time, and it was a little disappointing that she'd have to wait her turn, but there would be plenty of time after the show for a nice long screw, back at Tony's place. Nicola's purring pussy would have to wait till later to be pumped by the dick currently being serviced by Nicola's lips.

Not for the first time Nicola was amazed at the changes that had overtaken her in the past few months. Not long again she had been a professional model back in her hometown of Melbourne. Although gorgeous, she had been something of a prude. But since getting a new agent, and coming to Hollywood to launch her acting career, Nicola's sex drive had leapt into warp speed. Whereas back then she would only model modest and tasteful swimsuits and lingerie, she was now fully prepared to strip naked on camera. In fact, in a very short time the man whose cock she was slurping on would entice her to shed her inhibitions, and her clothes, before an audience of millions of cable TV viewers. Nicola purred with pleasure at the thought.

But first, there was the little matter in hand. Or rather, not so little. Nicola's expert blowjob skills were bringing Tony to climax. She used her free hands to caress his heavy balls, coaxing the cum out of them. Nicola could feel the violent spasms within his flesh. Tony's cock was becoming a bucking bronco, with Nicola just the cowgirl to ride him.

Just then the dressing room door swung open and the wardrobe girl returned with Nicola's outfit for the show. The surprise caught Nicola off-guard, and for a moment she nearly lost her rhythm, but recovered nicely, with Tony feeling nothing but pleasurably more of his manhood sliding down Nicola's bottomless throat. The girl didn't bat an eyelid as she laid out the clothes on the dresser and Nicola guessed it was an everyday occurrence for Tony Moroni to be serviced by his delectable guests before the show.

"Hi Tony," said the girl. "Hiya Debbie," Tony replied. He gestured toward the brunette head beavering away at his crotch. "Debbie, this is Knickers. Knickers, Debbie."

"Hi there Knickers," Debbie said cheerfully. Her mouth full, Nicola's reply was a friendly, if muffled greeting.

With a grunt Tony came, spurting cum down the back of Nicola's throat. She swallowed eagerly, slurping down his seed before he had a chance to pull out of her mouth and spray the sticky stuff all over. Nicola knew from experience it was not a good idea to let a blow-job ruin her make-up or hair right before she went on camera. And the only way to do that was to gulp down every last drop, with an extra swirl of her tongue under Tony's foreskin to get clean him off.

Tony let out an appreciative sigh as he stood and buckled his pants. "Sorry to cum and run, but there's another guest on the show tonight I gotta go 'attend to'." Nicola felt a twinge of jealously, but of course Tony wouldn't devote a whole show just to her. "Who is it? Anyone I know?"

"Maybe," Tony replied with an enigmatic smile as he walked out the door.

"OK," said Debbie as Nicola picked her naked bottom off the floor. "I've gone for something a bit glitzy and glamorous. Try these on."

Her outfit consisted of a strapless boobtube top, covered in blue sequins. It sparkled as Nicola held it between her fingers. The bottom was a silky strip of black material, a daringly-short miniskirt.

"No underwear?" Nicola asked. Debbie laughed. "Not on this show!" With the attractive girl's assistance, Nicola slipped the revealing ensemble on. The top fit snugly around her superb body. Her tits were covered by the sparkly blue costume, although plenty of Nicola's cleavage was on display. Also on display were her tanned shoulders and upper chest, as well as her bare midriff and bellybutton. The skirt was just as daring. It was so short, more like a wide belt than anything else, revealing plenty of her sexy long legs. Nicola plucked at the hemline, wanting to show off as much as possible, trying to find the happy medium between exposure and decency. But then again, on this show there was no decency. Nicola knew that at some point she'd be taking the skirt off and showing the cheering audience what was under that hemline.

Nicola posed in front of the mirror, satisfied with the outfit. Debbie looked her over as well, examining Nicola's fine curves with more than just a professional glint in her eye. Uh-oh, thought Nicola. Another girl-on-girl encounter, perhaps? Nicola had been strictly straight before she came to Hollywood (well, there was one time...), but since her friend and Bikini Bandits co-star Jennifer had seduced her at an audition, Nicola had developed a roving eye for the ladies as well. She and Jennifer were still good mates, and after partying together often wound up in the sack gently nibbling on each other's clits well into the night.

But before Nicola could pursue Debbie's interest further, there was a sharp rap on the dressing room door. "Come in," Nicola called. The door opened, and a be-spectacled, acne-scarred face poked inside. It was Scooter, the Assistant Assistant Floor Manager. "Miss Baron?" he asked, his yet-to-break voice skipping through several octaves, "you're wanted on the floor."

"Coming," Nicola replied, and followed him as her led her around behind the set. Not quite 'led' though, as Scooter lagged behind, obviously entranced with the sight of Nicola's bottom wiggling with each step in her tight little skirt. Nicola smirked. Tonight was going to be fun.

They were right behind the red stage curtain. "We'll just have to wait here for..." Scooter's voice trailed off as something caught his eye. His mouth opened, and he looked for all the world like a stunned mullet. Nicola turned to see what he was staring at- and her jaw dropped too.

Walking toward them was one of the most gorgeous women Nicola had set eyes on. She was very tall and statuesque, even taller than Nicola herself. She had long blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. But what grabbed Nicola's attention was the fact that she was naked from the waist up, revealing an enormous pair of tits. Huge whoppers, topped with luscious pink nipples, they bounced with every step she took across the backstage area. She wore a sparkly, silver-sequined skirt that ended just below her navel, and Nicola easily imagined the reason she was topless was because no garment could ever restrain that rack. The well-endowed girl grinned as she spotted Nicola and sauntered over.

"It's Nicola, isn't it?" she extended a hand. "I'm Kitten Magee, the show's co-hostess." Still a little stunned, Nicola shook her hand, causing her stupendous boobs to jiggle.

"Scooter..." Kitten addressed the AAFM, but he didn't hear her. He was still staring down at her chest. Nicola didn't blame him! Kitten gave a sigh of exasperation and pushed Scooter's chin up so that his eyes were finally looking up into hers. "That's be all Scooter. Please go and check on our second guest."

"Right away, Miss Magee!" he replied, and dashed off, nearly tripping over a cable in the process. Kitten shook her head and laughed. "No matter how many times we do the show, he always acts like this is the first time he's seen these puppies."

"You mean you always go on like this? Topless?" Nicola asked. She was having the same problem as Scooter, unable to stop staring at Kitten's tits. If she minded, though, she didn't show it.

"Yup," Kitten replied. "Tony and I always do a 'bit' about it. Here, you can watch on the floor monitor." She pointed toward a TV screen nearby.

"You must have phenomenal ratings," Nicola murmured. Kitten noticed her staring and smiled. She slipped her hands under her boobs and bounced them playfully for Nicola. "You like them? 46DD, all natural, not an ounce of silicone. Go ahead, have a feel." Nicola gave her a surprised look. "Go on," Kitten urged her, "they won't bite." Nicola reached and gently squeezed Kitten's generous helpings of boob. They felt so soft beneath her fingertips. She trailed her nails across the sensitive aureoles, causing Kitten's nipples to stiffen. Like many women with outsize tits her aureoles were large saucers the size of Nicola's palm, and the nipples tasty little nubs that cried out to be sucked. Utterly fascinated, Nicola continued to grope Kitten until she finally interrupted her.

"Ahem, if you've finished, we can start the show," Kitten said with a playful smirk. Nicola blushed alittle, and withdrew her delicate hands, but continued to eye up Kitten's rack. Nicola noticed that the red 'on air' lights were now on, and everyone backstage was quiet. Kitten raised a microphone to her lips and spoke. The show had begun!

"Filmed live on videotape from beautiful West Hollywood before a studio audience, it's 'The Tony Moroni Show', TV's most outrageous half-hour! Now please put your hands together for the man himself, Mr. Tony Moroni!"

Suddenly, from the other side of the curtain came a burst of whistles, hoots, and yells backed by wild applause. Nicola jumped, realizing for the first time that she standing just a few yards from a rather large audience of men, all of them here to see her get up to some late-night hi-jinx. Nicola suddenly felt the flutter of butterflies in her stomach. Be brave, Knickers! she told herself. It's not like you've never done anything like this before.

As Nicola was mildly panicking Tony continued with his opening monolog. She could see on the floor monitor he was standing on the other side of the curtain. Wearing a leisure suit and slacks, Tony seemed to be playing up the similarity between himself and a certain TV gangster. The show was pretty much like 'The Tonight Show', although the joke Tony was telling was far racier than anything Johnny ever told.

"A deli owner hires this broad who likes to wear really short skirts. One day, a guy walks into the deli, glances at this chick, then glances at the loaves of bread behind the counter. 'I'd like some raisin bread, please,' he says. The broad has to climb up a ladder to reach the raisin bread, cos its way up on the very top shelf. The guy, standing right below her, gets treated to one hell of a view up her skirt. What Canadians call 'beaver spottin'. Anyway, as she gets the bread, all these other guys come in and they twig to the situation pretty quick. Pretty soon, everyone is asking for raisin bread, and she's climbing up and down. After a few trips, this broad is starting to get pissed off. She stops at the top of the ladder, glaring at the men standing below. She notices an elderly man standing amongst the throng. 'Is your's raisin too?' she yells.