"Oh, my, Mr. Bernstein isn't going to like that at all," Paul observed when he saw Karen wasn't wearing a bra. She had stripped her blouse off as soon as the door of the make-up room had shut behind her. She was as jittery as a cat, and got incredibly turned-on whenever she thought about what was going to happen that day.
"Oh?" she asked innocently.
Paul shook his head dubiously and eyed her full, heavy titties. "You'll be bouncing all over the stage."
"Bernstein didn't seem to mind that blonde going bra-less."
"Well, she didn't bounce, she just sort of jiggled," Paul pointed out delicately.
Karen eased back in the chair. She felt her jugs settle from the pull of gravity. "Don't take too long with my make-up," he cautioned. "How well do you know the technical director?"
Paul busied himself with his tray. "Not very well. But Jamie does. Not intimately, you understand."
"I'd like to met Jamie," Karen announced. "This morning."
"He's not busy right now," Paul said as he started on her face. "Should I call him? Do you want to cover yourself?"
"Give him a call, and I'll stay this way," Karen answered.
"Jamie is hi too," Paul cautioned.
"So, adjust the chair," Karen joked lightly.
"You mean that? He'd love that cock-sucking technique of yours." Paul had the telephone receiver in his hand.
"Bring him on," Karen said recklessly.
When he turned from the phone, Karen could see that the make up artist had a monster hard-on. He stomach quivering with lust, she squirmed her thighs together. She could feel her tits stiffening. "Why don't you get the chair adjusted and make yourself comfortable."
Paul eased her backwards until she was lying on her back. He stood by her head, and dropped the headrest back. He nose was inches from his crotch. She had just reached up and liberated his swollen dick when the door opened and Jamie came in.
Karen studied his reflection, upside down and felt her muscles tighten with desire. Jamie was built like a surfer, broad shoulders and narrow hips, sandy blond hair and a rich golden tan. His eyes stroked her naked torso admiringly, and his dick swelled powerfully in his tight pants.
"Paul has told me a great deal about you," Jamie said. His voice was surprisingly deep.
"I understand you know the technical director," Karen said.
"Fairly well," Jamie admitted cautiously. "He's one of the few people here that treat me and Paul like human beings. Maybe because he's one of the few men in this crew who's certain which way he swings. He doesn't feel threatened by us. The way Sandier does, for example."
"Do you know him well enough to get him to meet me backstage about ten?" Karen asked.
"What's in it for me?" Jamie asked.
"Jamie!" Paul exclaimed.
"No, it's all right," Karen assured the make-up man quickly. "Fair is fair. Because by the time I get done today, this show and all the hot shots in it may be drawing unemployment."
"Won't bother us," Paul noted smugly.
Karen ignored Paul's comment. "Anything you want," she told Jamie. She didn't add that she was horny and immensely attracted to him.
Jamie considered for a moment, then went to the telephone. In a minute he had set up the meeting Karen had requested. He hung up, and turned around. He unlimbered his long, lean hard-on as he came toward her. He waved his dong at her, stroked it. There was a thick drizzle of clear juice. "Anything?" he asked.
"Anything," Karen hissed. Her eyes were on his dick.
"Show him how you swallowed my prick," Paul urged, nudging her with his throbbing cock.
"I'm a cunt man, myself," Jamie observed, unfastening Karen's skirt. Karen lifted her hips and let him drag her last garment down her lush legs and off. She was totally naked now. She bent, her legs and spread her knees, exposing her pink gash and brown snatch. Her inner petals were distended, and formed a pink ruffle in the heart of her muff.
In the mirror, she could see Jamie's eyes burning into her naked crotch.
"Suck me," Paul ordered, grasping her head and thrusting his cock at her face. "Swallow my cock."
Karen let his dick nudge her mouth, then let her lips open. His prick slid slowly into her mouth. The friction brought a quick flow of pre-come. It smeared her tongue as his pocket slid toward her throat.
She felt the chair shuddering and shifting as Jamie adjusted the footrest. She felt his hands on her butt. He lifted her as and slid a cushion under her hips. Paul's prick poked the back of her mouth and she opened her throat to him.
He thrust, and the head of his cock jammed into her gullet. On her back, her head hanging toward the floor, her mouth and throat were in line. He sheathed his dick in her maw. It was like a sword-swallower was putting his weapon away.
"Look," Paul hissed. "Look, Jamie. This is the way to do it. She's got it all, all of it, right down her throat. Watch me fuck her now."
His hips moved. His dick slid out of Karen's mouth, and she sucked in a quick breath. Her guts were a wringing knot of lust. She knew the other man was watching avidly. She let Paul fuck his dick down her throat again. Her neck worked as she swallowed his meat. She scrubbed her tongue against his hot, hard, engorged staff. She felt her throat squirming trying to work the blocking man down to her stomach.
His pants down around his knees, he let his hips swing in a fucking motion. Karen felt his balls slap her nose as he pistoned his prick in her sucking mouth. He leaned forward and pressed his hands down hard, on her naked titties, mashing them against her chest.
Karen had placed herself completely at the two men's mercy. She lay upside down in the chair. Her legs were drawn up and spread wide. She could feel the air cutting into her naked ass, into her steaming twat. She reached down and fondled Paul's balls as she continued sucking his thrusting whang.
Suddenly a mouth fastened on her twat, and her thighs clenched, then relaxed. Jamie lapped his tongue along her flooding gash. His hands were spreading her thighs so wide it felt like she was being torn in half. Jamie dug his face into her snatch, squirmed his nose into her slippery folds, drove his tongue deep into her cunt. She felt his tongue wiggling in her nerve-packed tunnel, and moaned around the sliding piston of Paul's prick. Her heavy tits were still being kneaded by Paul's strong, slender fingers.
She clutched Paul's hips, and dragged, forcing his dick farther down her throat. Her nose nuzzled his slithery balls. She pushed him away, and felt his prick slide out until she had just the tip between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the knob, as much to savor his hot, stinging juice as to give him pleasure.
Jamie snorted into her snatch, and fucked her with his tongue. He drove his tongue in and out of her fountaining cunt. His nose squirmed over her cunt, made the slippery pearl wriggle and twist and roll.
She took Paul's prick down her throat again. She worked her swallower, to get every lean, hard inch of his pecker in. She twisted her head from side to side and drew the last fraction of an inch of his dick in. His balls hung down on either side of her nose. The warm, velvety sac draped across her nostrils.
With a stroking slurp of his tongue, Jamie took his mouth from Karen's cunt. She pushed Paul away again so she could get a breath of air. Just as she inhaled, a hot determined prick nuzzled her cunt, and slowly and relentlessly filled her cunt, stretching her velvety walls with its bulk. She took Paul's prick in her mouth again as Jamie fucked his cock deep into her cunt. Soon his cockhead was against the blind end of her tunnel and his balls were bumping against her bottom.
Then Jamie jerked his pecker out of her pussy. Karen felt abandoned and hollow, in spite of the cock in her mouth. Something touched her bung and her insides screamed with pleasure. Her excitement flared hotter than ever as she thought about what Jamie was surely going to do with his juicy dick. She spread her legs still wider. Her feet waved crazily out to the sides until Paul grabbed her ankles. He pulled on her legs until her hips lifted off the cushion Jamie had wedged under them.
"Forgot to mention I'm an ass man, too," Jamie murmured. He bored forward with his prick, and Karen felt her bung slowly wedge open. He kept a steady pressure against her winkie. She fought to let him in, fought ta relax her rear gate. She let Paul face-fuck her as she battled frantically to get Jamie's dick up into her asshole.
She felt her bung stretching, wider, and wider. She was sure her hole was going to tear. She was half hoping that it would, so she could have that towering rod deep in her crapper. There was a sliding snapping feeling and she lurched the same way she had when the electrical current had seared her flooded snatch. She felt a cock drive up into her shit-hole, felt the contents of her tunnel being pressured up into her, felt her bung burn from the searing friction. She felt her cunt flood with jealousy as her winkie got the load.
She swallowed Paul's prick again as she felt Jamie's hips up against her butt. She imagined what she must look like and winced. The two cocks were jamming both ends of her, threatening to meet in the middle. She had a solid core of cock running from her asshole straight up through her straining, spread body, up to her mouth. She had the feeling they could pick her up, and give her a twist, and she would rotate around the axle formed by their monstrous pricks.
For a moment, the world swam around her and she thought she was dying again. She loved dying. Then Paul began to fuck her face and Jamie began to fuck her butt, and she was engulfed in a blazing wash of pleasure. For a moment they screwed her in opposition, both drawing out at the same time, then both ramming back in. Then one was sliding out as the other was driving in. It was like she was sliding back and forth on a pole run through her body.
The shadows on her face changed, and she opened her eyes. She closed them when she saw what the two men were doing with each other, while they pounded their cocks into her opposite ends. She was coming. It was a roaring bonfire of a coming that obliterated everything but the delicious sensation of the pistoning pricks in her holes.
The cock burning up her ass began to spasm and she felt a jizz enema flooding her. The prick in her mouth began to spurt. It was rammed even further down her throat. The come poured straight into her stomach as she tried to swallow the spasming cock. The jizz poured into her from either end. She was whirled away on a flood-tide of thick, creamy juice. Lying on her back, naked, spread wide, spiked on two jetting dicks, Karen let herself be drowned with hot cream. She roused a little when Paul drew his jetting dick out to let her breathe. Her mouth was drenched with come. She roused a little more when the cock in her tail wrung itself dry and began to shrink. She regained her senses completely as she crapped out Jamie's cock and spat out Paul's.
With a happy groan, she straightened her leg. She let them hang loosely, not caring how it arched ha bare body and thrust her naked pussy apart. Jamie reset the footrest and she was able to wriggle into a more comfortable position. Paul brought up the headrest. She let her muscles relax completely while she caught her breath. She could feel come drizzling out of her bung, smearing her asscheeks. She could feel spit and come drying on her face.
Jamie and Paul stood over her. "What's this idea you have to bring down the high-and-mighty perverts who run this show?" Paul asked. He had his arm around Jamie's waist.
"Can't tell you," Karen answered. Her voice felt sticky. "But hang around for the finale of the last show. It should be exciting." She saw them glance at each other and shrug. Then Jamie left. Paul quickly mopped the jizz off her face and got her made up.
Standing up, she used a handful of tissue to wipe the come from her bottom. She felt the make-up man's eyes on her. She slipped her skirt and blouse on, and felt her naked tits burn against the material. She wasn't used to going bra-less, and her titties were continually getting aroused by the rubbing friction of the shirt.
"You're really stripped for action today, aren't you?" Paul observed as she slipped en her sandals.
"You bet your sweet ass I am."
"It's not that I'm particularly attached to our beloved producer and stars," Paul mused, "but I don't understand exactly why you're so determined to ruin them."
"Because, they used me," Karen answered.
"They used me, and a great many other people. This show is rigged. The contestants that go along with Bernstein's filthy little setup are the ones that win."
"You haven't exactly insisted on chastity," Paul pointed out.
Karen bit her lips, acknowledging the truth of that. "But, I want to do it when I want, with who I want, because I want to. I don't want to have it extorted from me."
"Admirable," Paul told her. "What does Mr. Calder think of all this?"
Karen felt her insides congeal at the mention of Mark. "He doesn't know a thing about it," she answered truthfully.
She didn't notice that Paul had his mouth open and was about to say something. She slipped out the door, eager for her appointment with the technical director. She picked her way through the back corridors until she located the show's set. She ducked behind the big drops, stepping cautiously over the maze of wires for the elaborate light show.
He was waiting for her near the back of the wheel of fortune. She noticed that the wheel was mounted on a sturdy steel frame, and that there was a flywheel to counterbalance it. She also noticed that the flywheel was marked so someone backstage could tell when and where to stop the wheel. Even the wheel was rigged.
"Mrs. Calder?" the technical director greeted her cautiously.
"Is there somewhere we can talk?" she asked nervously. A stagehand was eyeing them curiously.
"This way." The technical director led the way through the maze to a storage room and closed the door behind them. Racked around the walls were coils of cable, spare lights and frames, and countless small wires and tools.
"Now, what's so mysterious?" he asked. "Jamie said this appeared to be very important to you?"
"And that it's a secret."
"How much trouble would you have finding another job?" she asked.
"Not much. I've had offers."
"You don't seem to like the bosses on this show very much," she went on, feeling the man out.
"Bastards," he grunted.
She felt a surge of sympathy and desire for the man. "With your help, I'll bring them down," she offered.
"But it might cost me my job," he stated, not concerned, just wanting to get the facts.
"It might," she agreed.
"What do you want me to do?"
She took a deep breath. "I want you to keep at least one camera on after the show is over. I want you to videotape everything that happens, but I don't want Bernstein or any of his crowd to know until after you've slipped me the videotape."
"You're going to blackmail them," the technical director assumed.
"I'm not going to do anything to them that they haven't already done to me and a lot of others. But, if Sandier and Bernstein are humbled, she'll fall, too."
"She's an iceberg," the technical director said. "She's the frigid temptress, the woman who never comes. Show her as the wanton bitch she is and it'll destroy her."
"That leaves the damned sponsor's representative. And Bernstein himself, of course."
"If you're offering it down on the stage, that ad man won't hang around the control room for more than about ten seconds," the technical director said sourly.
"They say that the ad game involves a lot of ass-kissing," Karen mused. "Why don't we see how good he really is at it?"
"You're crazy, aren't you?"
Karen didn't answer that. "Bernstein," she mused, "now what about Bernstein?"
"Only thing he likes more than his show and women are those stinking cigars of his."
Karen smiled slowly. "Well then, I guess I'll let him have one of his cigars."
The technical director looked puzzled, but didn't say anything. "I'll need to have a man down in videotape," he pointed out.
"Can you find someone?" she asked.
He shrugged. "There's one I think I can trust. But he'll need some inducement."
"Will he keep a bargain, once he's made it?" Karen asked.
"I think so."
"Get him up here then," Karen ordered with a calmness she didn't feel.
After he was off the telephone, Karen eased up to him and pressed her warm, soft body against his, and began playing with his belt. She was hotter than ever.
"Hey, you don't need to do it with me," the man told her.
"I want to," she assured him. "Besides, you're going to be in the control room. All you'll be able to do is watch. It's only fair that you get your piece of the community snatch, too." She had his prick out. His trousers had settled around his ankles. Looking down at his lovely hard-on, Karen stroked the hot meat tenderly.
"Yeah, what did you want?" a videotape man asked, entering the storeroom without any warning. "Sonofabitch!"
"We need your help," Karen answered as she advanced on the youth. She was pleased he was young, and handsome. The technical director explained what he wanted, while the newcomer stared at the technical director's hard-on.
"I don't like those guys either," the youth stammered. "But I don't know about this."
Karen began unbuttoning her blouse. "Wouldn't you like to at lent see what they're all excited about?" she asked. She shed her blouse, and the youth's eyes got as big as saucers when he saw her tits. A flick at the button and zipper, and her skirt was off, and she was naked. She eased up to the boy. She lifted and fondled her titties.
"Say you'll do it," she whispered. "Promise you'll do it, and I'm yours for the taking."
The youth's Adam's apple bobbed up and down. His eyes raked over her naked body. Beads of sweat popped out on his forehead. "Honest?" he squeaked.
Karen rubbed her hand up and down his crotch, felt the hard mass of his pecker. She guided one of his hands to her generous boobs. "Honest," she assured him. "Right here, and right now." She unbuttoned his shirt.
"Okay," he wheezed as she undid his pants. "I'll do it, I promise."
She wrapped her hand around his throbbing prick and pumped his meat like they were shaking hands on the deal. Then, slowly, she sank to her knees in front of him. She drew his throbbing pecker into her mouth, and began sucking on it with loving care. Moving her head back and forth, she sucked his dong until she tasted hot seepings.
"We don't have too much time," she purred. "Why don't you lie down on your back and let me do all the work?"
Eagerly, the youth eased down and stretched out on his back on the floor. He watched her straddle him. Her snatch parted as she placed her knees on either side of him. His hands came up and grabbed the full, swaying masses of her titties.
She had a feeling of power as she aimed his prick up into her cunt. She was in control of this. She would control how deep he drilled her, how fast his prick moved in her pussy.
She nuzzled the tip of his hard-on between her cunt lips, and eased down tentatively. She felt his prick squirm into her cunt. She eased down a little more, and felt his tower drill slowly up into her twat. She was deliberately tormenting him, and herself, with the slowness of the skewering.
She felt his hips heaving, and tried to hold him off. She pressed down, drove his cock up into her cunt.
"Aww shit!" he swore miserably as his cock began to pulse in her twat.
Karen realized she had misjudged badly, but it was too late. His cock leaped and twisted in her hot hole, and she felt his jism jump into her, in sealing spurts. She felt his cream pushing back out around his erupting dick. It spilled from her barely aroused cunt, forming a sticky pool between them.
"Noooo," she moaned, shivering. She was only halfway up the mountain. She writhed and twisted in a desperate attempt to bring herself off. She failed. She felt the cock in her snatch give a final heave, felt his last hot wave of come ooze out around his shriveling dick. She slumped, miserable and frustrated.
"I'm sorry," the boy cried, almost in tears. "It-it was all my fault, I'm sorry! I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Karen realized suddenly that, while he would never admit it, it had been the youngster's first time. She felt a surge of sympathy for him. Leaning forward, she lay down on him. She felt come smear between their bellies. It felt slippery and gooey. She snuggled him tenderly. Her boobs were like soft pillows between them. His withered dick was still in her cunt.
"It's all right," she assured him. "It's alright I understand."
She was still reassuring him when she felt someone behind her. Something hot and hard prodded between her asscheeks. She felt a prick nuzzle her bung, and cast a sharp glance over her shoulder at the technical director. He was aiming his dick into her ass and was leaning against her, driving his unlubricated pecker at her winkle.
"Too dry," she moaned as her brownie burned. "Sorry," the technical director panted. "My cunt sopping," she whispered. "Jesus Christ." The youth under her exploded when his prick, still in her cunt, was wedged aside by the probing hard-on of the older man.
For an incredible stretching moment, Karen had two cocks in her cunt, one shriveled tit flabby the other steel-hard. Then the hard one whipped out of her flooded cunt. The flaccid dick began to inflate in her channel, began drilling its nose deeper and deeper.
The hard cock was back at her bung again, pushing into her. This time, it was slippery and wet. This time, her winkie yielded. The technical director reamed her butt with his whang, stretching her shitter with his powerful cock. He grasped his whang to stiffen it, and watched as it bored into her butt.
"Awww," Karen moaned. "More. Jesus, more." She got more, and more and more. She got more cock up her ass, and more in her cunt. The prick of the boy under her revived, pulsed bigger and harder with every eager throb of his heart. It was like having a balloon inflating in her cunt.
At the same time, a monumental piston was driving up her ass, shoving everything else along ahead of it. She hadn't even noticed when he had gotten the head of his dick into her. All she was aware of now was the full length of his whang sliding through her clutching bung, glutting her crap hole. She lifted her head and arched her back as the cock filled her bottom.
"Jesus, I can feel that," the boy under her moaned. "I can feel his dick going right up into you. Jesus! Jesus, it's great."
Karen was glad the boy had come when he did. It had given the technical director enough juice to grease his path, and it meant, too, that the boy would have good staying power.
She felt as if she were being ripped open from the crotch upward. She had the full bulk of two men's hard-ons in her. The cock in her cunt was as big as a telephone pole. The one in her ass was even bigger. The entire lower half of her body was filled with rock-hard cocks.
"I love it," she moaned hotly. "Oh, God almighty, I love it! So big, so hard, so full. Aaaahh. Don't move for a minute. Let me get used to it. God almighty!"
They waited, but she didn't think she would ever get used to it. She loved it, really, really loved it. Hesitantly, she wiggled her hips, and felt the two peckers stir in her.
The only thing better than two cocks would be three, she decided.
Her movement had been all the signal that the man in her ass needed. He drew his dick out, and drove it back in. Karen felt her insides twist and roll from the brutal penetration. She felt the thin wall between cunt and bung twist and pinch.
She moved on top of the boy in her twat. The man in her ass rode along with her, so his cock didn't move. She slid the dick out of her snatch, until it almost popped free. She slid back down on the tower, feeling her breasts compress as they squashed against his hard chest.
"Sheee-it!" the youth snorted in her face.
The man in her ass moved, dragged his dick out, rammed it back in.
"I can feel that!" the boy exclaimed. "I can feel his dick going in and out of you! Jesus Christ!"
Karen moved on the boy's pecker and felt the man on her back shudder. If the boy could feel the cock in her ass, then the cock in her ass could feel the cock in her cunt!
And she could feel them both! The next time she eased upward, the man with his cock in her ass stayed still. She drew away from his pecker, too. From being jammed overfull with cock, she went to being empty, terrifyingly empty. She jammed herself down on the two spikes quickly, and felt her innards shudder at the sudden shock of being too full of cock again.
"Too much," she moaned. "It's too much!" She groped for the man in her ass. "No, God no, don't go away, don't go away. Awwww!"
Her voice trailed off as she began coming with no warning. Her cunt spumed around one dick, while her bung twitched around the other.
"Take turns," she moaned when her coming faded. "Take turns moving in me."
The man in her ass moved first. He slid his cock out of her winkie, then drove it back in. When he was full depth, he kept right on pushing, and drove her forward off the cock in her cunt. Then he stopped. Karen eased back down on the cock in her cunt. When she had that prick back full depth in her snatch, the awn in her butt moved, dragging his prick out, then rammed it back in.
In seconds, they, had a rhythm going that was cremating her with blazing pleasure. One minute, her cunt was full of cock and her butt empty, the next minute the reverse. In between she had two monster cocks jamming her holes. She was a two-banger fucking-machine, a double-barreled cock-socket.
She reduced to just being along for the ride after a few strokes. She bounced up and down on the boy, slid his cock in and out of her pinched cunt. She was driven by the cock in her ass and by her own mad lust. She drooled mindlessly on the boy as her brain was short-circuited by blazing ecstasy.
She was coming, maybe more than once. It was hard to tell if it was a series of comings, or just a single long, nerve-searing one. Her muscles, no longer obeyed her.
"I'm gonna come again," the boy under her moaned.
She didn't even hear him.
"Go ahead," the man in her ass grunted. "Go ahead, I'm about to come, too."
The cock in her cunt began to jump and squirm. A second thick load spurted into her spasming snatch. She felt thick cream hit the cupped end of her cunt, and pressure back out around the twitching column of meat. She felt hot searing lava squeeze out of her tunnel, fill her crack, smear over her cunt and her pubes to form a slippery paste between their naked bellies.
Then the cock in her butt began to lurch and spurt. Both cocks were pumping now. She was being hosed to death with come. She was being drowned, floated on a tidal-wave of jizz, and her brain whirled away on the flood.
She didn't regain her senses until the two pricks in her had shriveled to half their erect bulk. It was a weird, weird feeling to have peckers slowly withering and retreating from the depths of her cunt and bung, at the same time. It was so weird that she was racked by a series of shudders, aftershocks. Mini-comings really. Karen clutched at the man on her back and squirmed against the one under her. She didn't want them to pull out too soon.
She didn't let them go until she that out the cock up her ass. Then she eased up off the exhausted dick in her cunt, and tolled to her side on the hard floor. She felt come drying to a crust on her belly, her thighs, and her ass.
"Jesus, lady, are you all right?" the youth from videotape asked.
"I'm fine," Karen groaned.
"Jesus," he repeated.
"Hey! I hate to break this up, but we're running out of time," the technical director said as he hauled his pants up.
"I'd better get cleaned up a little and get my make-up touched up," Karen said dragging herself to her feet. "Can I wake it ban here to make-up without being seen?"
"Yeah, just slip through between the drops."
"I don't want to get my clothes dirty," Karen giggled. She was feeling a little hysterical.
"You know, you don't have to go through with this," the man told her as he guided her along.
Karen was carrying her clothes over one arm. "But I'm going to."
"You're crazy."
"Maybe so. Because, I really want to do it… I really want it, all of it, every bit of it."
He left her, shaking his head slowly.
In a few minutes, the startled Paul had helped her wipe the come off, and repaired her make-up. Then she dressed, took a deep breath, and headed for the studio. She was ready to take on her opponent, and the entire crew, and bring them all to their knees. She was totally, wonderfully aware of her naked body under her blouse and skirt as she thought of how she was going to get the orgy rolling. After she had dragged in Bernstein, and Sandier, and the ad man, she would show the world just what they were. It was going to be a delightful afternoon.