«I'm so nervous I can hardly believe it,» said Velvet. «I've been on the air dozens of times but this makes it seem like the very first time.»
All the crew had been changed. Larry and his friends had been transferred to the daytime programming while new hands ran the cameras for the evening shift. Tony sat and let the makeup man put the last touches on before they went on the air.
«With Ben running things, it is sure a lot nicer. Giving us free rein is nice. We'll come up with some dynamite stuff for him.»
«Where is he?»
«Damned if I know. Haven't seen Janet around, either. I guess they're off celebrating somewhere. Maybe the four of us can get together to celebrate even more after the show.»
Velvet felt her pussy churn and boil at the thought of the four of them getting it on again. They made a matched set. Whenever one of them was horny, at least one of the others would be willing and able to do something about it.
She still hadn't been able to reconcile her new status around the station. She was treated with respect now and it wasn't simply because she slept with the boss – and his wife. Velvet fit in now and everyone knew she did a good job. That was enough.
«Five seconds to air,» came the voice from the booth.
Velvet and Tony sat behind the huge desk and stared into the camera. Velvet shuffled her papers and got ready for the introduction when she saw a slight movement under the desk. She turned and looked as she heard Tony moan.
Janet had crawled under the desk, had run down the man's zipper and was playfully fondling his prick. And all this seconds before they went on the air!
The other woman hungrily forced the limp prick into her mouth and sucked noisily on it. Velvet had the opening story and read it a little louder than necessary to keep the carnal, obscene sucking sounds from being picked up by her microphone. When it came Tony's turn to read a story, she almost broke out laughing. He was red in the face and struggling to keep from squirming all over his chair. Janet's eager mouth worked avidly on the tip of his prick, licking and sucking, giving him the best head possible in the cramped quarters.
Velvet had to laugh as Tony's stiff cock jerked from Janet's mouth for a moment. The woman pressed closer, her tongue prying his hairy balls out of his pants. She licked across them, then sucked the entire sac into her mouth.
Velvet saw her gently gnawing on his balls and realized Tony wasn't going to be able to keep going much longer. She nodded to the director to shift back to her. She'd let them get it on and read one of Tony's stories. After all, she wasn't engaged in oral sex under the desk.
She wasn't, that is, when she signaled. As the camera switched back to her she felt a rough, damp tongue working its way up the inside of her thigh. Trying to close her legs tightly didn't work. Strong, masculine hands pushed her legs obscenely wide. Hot panting breath crossed her snatch and gusted through her bush.
«I like it when a chick doesn't wear panties,» came Ben's voice from under the table. «That makes pussy-eating all the easier.»
She didn't dare answer. The camera was on her. The tables had been turned. While Tony still struggled to keep a straight face, amusement at her predicament was part of his strain now. Ben's mouth moved ever closer to her snatch, licking and lightly nipping at her tender flesh.
His tongue raked along the puffy ridges of her labia, then parted her sex lips enough to dip into her cunt. She shivered as if she were cold. His tongue speared into her twat and wiggled against the liquid walls.
She stammered through her story and pleadingly looked over at Tony, hoping he would be able to take some of the strain off her. He didn't. Janet's mouth was too firmly fixed on the end of his cock for that. She sucked so hard that her cheeks went hollow under the strain.
Velvet could see her jaws working and knew she was using her tongue against the tip of his prick, teasing the tiny flap of flesh dangling under the head and maybe even trying to stuff her oral organ down the tiny hole at the end of his cock. No matter what she did with her tongue, she turned the man on a lot.
«Keep reading,» came Ben's stern voice from her snatch. «You're on the air. You don't want millions of people to know you're getting your pussy eaten out, do you?»
She didn't. And yet she could hardly restrain the feelings rampaging through her body. The feel of his rough tongue slipping in and out of her cunt hole was almost enough to make her come. She fought down that intense tide of passion.
If she got off on the air, she couldn't hide it. She'd scream and moan and say something that would have the FCC down on her in a flash. Velvet couldn't even tell Ben to stop.
How could she possibly say, «Get that fucking tongue out of my cunt» when her microphone picked up every single word?
Ben's mouth pressed even closer. His nose dueled with her clit while this tongue fucked in and out of her slackened cunt. He touched all the right spots along her fuck tunnel. She felt the sexual tensions mounting inside her until she felt like a string pulled so taut it would snap at any second.
Just as she gasped out something lewd and not for the air, they switched her mike off and went back to Tony. She panted harshly. That alone would have sent static over the airwaves. But she gasped and moaned aloud now, not caring if the man's microphone picked it up. She had to cry out her passions.
She had to!
And she couldn't. She didn't dare do it.
Ben licked from the fluid opening of her cunt up to her clit. He teased that tiny little organ until it was straining and erect. Sucking it into his mouth, he tormented it until she did come. She stifled the loud cries she normally shrieked at the top of her lungs, then decided the only way to get back at the man was to fight fire with fire.
Kicking off one of her shoes, she moved her foot to his crotch.
«Get your cock out,» she said in a low whisper.
He obeyed her, joining in with her idea of revenge. She curled her toes around his prick and began stroking up and down its turgid length. Velvet thought of how she'd tweaked Janet's nipples using her toes, and how the other woman had done that in turn for her. The thick stem of Ben's cock was easier to move against.
She got her other shoe off and held his cock firmly between her toes. The throbbing, virile warmth of his cock sent shivers up and down her spine. And with his head in her lap, his face buried in the fragrant nest of her bush, they were both lost in an erotic playground.
Tony was giving another story now. She saw that he had taken her silent lead and was toe-fucking Janet's naked cunt. The silvery froth from that overflowing pussy dribbled down the sides of the man's foot and greased the entry for his big toe. Janet was smiling around the thick stalk of manmeat jutting from her mouth.
All four of them were giving as much as they were getting. But the strain was definitely on both Tony and Velvet.
She had never thought her first night back in the co-anchor spot would seem this long. She'd been uptight over it, but only from nerves. Those were long forgotten. Now all she hoped for was to get through the news without saying something – or doing anything on the air – that would get her tossed in jail.
Live Action Sex News. She could see that as a headline for the newspapers if the cameras ever swung around to the side and showed Janet sucking so avidly on Tony's cock and Ben eating out her cunt.
She gasped again as the man's tongue swirled around her go-button, surged up the side of the clit, toyed with it for a second and then worked back along her fluttering sex lips. He didn't tongue-fuck her this time, though. He pushed lower, across her ridged perineum and to her asshole.
«Not there!» she cried out loud. The camera crew jumped, thinking she was talking to them. A hurried consultation among the men caused the cameras to be repositioned.
She was too lost to stop them. Ben's tongue probed and pushed into her asshole.
Velvet had never felt hornier than she did now. Oral sex got her hot for cock. But she wouldn't get any more cock than was twitching powerfully between her toes. She moved her feet quickly, getting the man harder and harder even as his tongue reamed out her ass.
The sudden spurt of hot jism all over her feet made her come. She'd gotten him off. Velvet had to fight down the obvious effects of her own orgasm. She saw Tony shaking as his prick spurted out come into Janet's sucking mouth.
She came again just a second before the camera swung back to cover her. The tongue buried up her asshole was almost more than she could stand. Now that she was back on the camera, there wasn't a way in hell she could stop Ben.
«We try to get to the bottom of the news,» she said slowly, forcing the words to come out right. «Stay tuned to this station for the lowdown on all that's happening, no matter where, no matter to whom. Just remember, we deliver more than just word of mouth!»
The camera light winked off and Velvet shrieked out loud. Her entire body was wracked by her orgasm. Left weak and drained, she slipped down in her chair, draping her legs over Ben's shoulders so he could get his mouth back onto her snatch.
«Go on, you son of a bitch. Eat!» she said.
But Velvet wouldn't have had it any other way. She and Tony had made it. She and Tony and Ben and Janet. The four of them were a team now and that team was unstoppable. Whether it was reporting the news or far-out sex, they delivered!