It was exactly ten o'clock when Darlene Jefferson reported for work the next morning. The excitement of the new job had brought a sparkle to her eyes and a becoming flush to her cheeks, and she bounced in ready to tackle any difficulties of her new position at the Parker Clinic, even after a virtually sleepless night of frustrated tossing and turning.
"Good, morning, Darlene. welcome to the Parker Clinic family," came from the smiling receptionist seated behind the appointment desk.
"Why, uh, thank you."
"Doctor Parker told me you were joining us…I hope you'll enjoy it here."
"Thanks, I think I will… the clinic's so nice, and the work seems like it will be very interesting," Darlene responded warmly to the young secretary's interest.
"Good. By the way, my name is Jenny… Jenny Haywood."
"Hi."
"Now, first thing we have to do is get you settled in… You can hang up your coat in here," she motioned to a utility closet.
Darlene moved toward the indicated door and hung up her coat on a hook, then turned back expectantly to Jenny, smoothing her uniform down her hips. "Now what?" she brightened.
"Well, let me tell you about your `duties,' Darlene. Quite simply, you will be working intimately with the doctor, helping him in his counseling sessions, and at times working directly `with his patients. Clear enough?"
"Yes, but, exactly what will I be doing, I mean-"
"Doctor Parker will show you the details of your job, Darlene. Don't worry about it." She turned and went back toward her desk. "Now, there's only one more thing," she shot back over her shoulder, "and that's your uniform."
"Oh?" Darlene was confused.
"Yeah. It's nice, Darlene, real nice… but not exactly `what the doctor ordered.'" she laughed.
"What do you mean, Jenny?"
"Well, we really keep upon the latest and most attractive styles, and though your uniform looks nice, Darlene, it doesn't reflect what we represent here.
Now, don't get me wrong, hon," she hastened to add, "it's just that the doc likes to give his patients the impression that we're all in love with our work around here!… After all, this is a sex clinic, remember?"
"But, what shall I wear then, Jenny?" the new employee queried worriedly.
"Oh, something simple, like this," the pretty secretary advised, posing to show off her own uniform-clad figure.
Darlene gaped in astonishment. "Y-You mean we have to wear something like that?" That was a uniform, to be sure, but only so far as color was concerned.
Jenny's slender figure was clad in a very mini dress, and the garment also had the distinction of being styled with a low V-neck, showing off her ample charms well.
"Yeah, Darlene, Doctor Parker is particularly fond of this style," A gleam appeared in her eyes at a sudden thought. "Tell you what… I've got another uniform just like this one in the other room. Why don't you wear it today…
Doctor Parker won't get on you for wearing that." She motioned carelessly at Darlene's dress.
The lovely young blonde considered for a moment. Then, "Alright, I will!…
Where can I change?"
"In here," Jenny opened another door that led into a small employee's lounge.
"The dress is in that closet, and there's a mirror on the back of that door."
Darlene passed through and turned to stick her head Out, "I'll only be a sec … and… thanks, Jenny."
The pert young receptionist laughed. `What are friends for?"
Quickly now, Darlene moved over to the indicated closet and pulled out' a single white uniform. Jenny was right, she grimaced, examining the garment that more closely resembled a blouse, it is just like the one she has on!
Standing behind the closet door, Darlene stripped off her dress, and, taking another look at the length of the uniform, removed her slip as well. Turning, she looked at her reflection in the mirror, staring critically at herself wearing just her low-cut bra and bikini panties. Not bad, she thought, admiring the uplifted fullness of her white breasts, then down past her slim waist to her lusciously rounded hips. Not bad at all, if I say so myself! I can hold my own anywhere!
Satisfied, she quickly pulled down the zipper and stepped into the dress, pulling it carefully up over her hips. Oh, hell, it's just a bit snug! she struggled with the uniform. Slipping her arms through the sleeves, she reached behind her and slowly pulled the zipper up, feeling the dress tighten as the fastener closed.
Once again, she looked in the mirror, and the young nurse gasped aloud in shock. Oh, my God! she stared at the sight of her full luscious form squeezed into the too-small dress. That's terrible! I'm going to burst the seams! She turned slowly, noting how the tight uniform was tightly molded to her buttocks behind, and her breasts were pushed up and out even more, looking as though they were about to burst out from the very tight confines of the bodice. Oh Jenny, the dress had looked like a short mini, but on her it looked like a not very long blouse. Darlene was sure that she would not be able to bend over, for fear that everyone would be able to see her panties. Oh, no, she gaped at her reflection, this won't do at all!
"Well, how's it going in there?" Jenny queried cheerfully at the door. "Let me see…!"
Darlene came out from behind the closet door. "Jenny, I-"
"Hey, that looks great!" enthused the pretty young receptionist. "Doctor Parker will love it!"
"Y-You think so?" stammered the incredulous blonde nurse. "You don't think it's … it's kind of small?"
"Oh no, Darlene, it's just right." Then, when Darlene shook her head negatively, "Would I lie to you?"
"N-No, I guess not."
"Good! Now, come on out and we'll have a cup of coffee and relax… We still have plenty of time, the first patients… uh, a Mr. and Mrs. Ballard.." she consulted her appointment book, "… won't be in `till eleven, and the doctor seldom gets in more than ten or fifteen minutes before his first appointment … so we even have time to gossip!"
As Darlene Jefferson hastily scanned the files of Harold and Ann Ballard in anticipation of `their eleven o'clock appointment, she couldn't help noticing, somewhat embarrassedly, that their "problem" was not unlike hers and Roger's.
In fact, despite the difference in their ages, it was the same… frequent impotence and premature ejaculation. Of course, she reassured herself somewhat uncertainly, the causes couldn't be the same; Roger was capable; it was just … well, he was so busy studying most nights that he was either too tired to get it up, or felt guilty at being away from his studies for the requisite few minutes. And then, when he did manage an erection, it was usually with the result that the pent-up emotions from his self-imposed celibacy rendered him useless after what seemed like mere seconds.
On second thought, maybe the causes weren't so different, after all!
As she read on, Darlene noted that Harold Ballard was the self-employed owner of a lucrative furniture store… certainly a job that would keep him as preoccupied as Roger was most of the time! Intrigued, she quickly scanned the wife, Anne's, file, to see if there were any similarities between herself and the older woman. Anne Ballard, the file read. Age: thirty-seven (nine years husband's junior-possible problem area). General Appearance: comely, unusually large breasted redhead-former stripper. Darlene's pouting pink lips formed an inaudible "wow" as she read and reread the phrase, former stripper. Then, continuing, Education: eleventh grade. Remarks: Patient is highly sexed as evidenced by her early, voluntary loss of virginity at hands of older male cousin… Anne is very conscious of her breasts and confesses to a desire to "show as much of them as possible when out in public."
Unconsciously, the young nurse rubbed her own thighs together at the exciting thought that her own generous breasts were rather exposed themselves and, indeed, it was curiously thrilling in an exhibitionist sort of way.
The sudden sound of the door opening caused her to jump, but it was only Jenny entering Parker's inner office. "Hi, Darlene," she said, "it's almost eleven, and I'd better get Doctor Parker's office ready."
She went over to the wall unit that dominated the far wall of the office and got a film projector from one of the many cubicles. Placing it on a small end table she had moved to the center of the room, she quickly and efficiently set it up, explaining in response to Darlene's unasked question, "This," she waved a hand at the projector, "is the doctor's latest experiment with the Ballards.
. he's frying a `sex' movie to stimulate their love life."
"Oh." Darlene couldn't think of anything to say, and her mouth hung open in confusion.
A slight breeze of fresh air just then caused her to glance toward the office's outer door, in time to see Doctor Parker rushing in. He looked around, and nodded, satisfied, then turned to Jenny. "That's okay, Jenny, I can handle it from here." He strode over to the projector as the young receptionist left the room, and proceeded to set the film that he had brought with him into the machine. "Darlene," he `tossed back over his shoulder, "I want you to have your pad ready to take notes of this session…You will record the Ballards' reactions to the movie… particularly Mr. Ballard's."
"Yes, Doctor Parker."
"And now," he turned to face her, the loading of the film complete, "I suggest we adjourn to the next room…"
"But, why, Doctor Parker… aren't I supposed to be in here to take notes…?"
"Yes, but for now we'll go into the adjoining room." Then, in response to her questioning look, "You'll see why, my dear… you'll see!" he soothed.
"Come right on in, Darlene… and make yourself comfortable, This…" he gestured,"… is our special examination room. As you can see, this room has some very special features which you can look at while I go and get you some coffee," he excused himself.
Alone now, Darlene looked curiously around her, and immediately noted a viewing panel of two-way glass that looked into the doctor's inner office. Through it she could see the entire room, including the movie screen and the couch on which the Ballard couple, having just been ushered in by Jenny, seated themselves. She moved closer to the mirror, staring at the couple who she was about to observe, but turned rapidly as the door behind her opened to let in Doctor Parker with a coffee pot and a cup.
"Well, how are you getting along, Darlene?… And, how do you like our special mirror?" He moved to the table and set down the pot and cup. "There, that'll keep you." He turned then, and moved a chair in front of the two-way viewing glass, motioning for her to sit down. "Now, remember what I said… You will record all the reactions of the Ballard couple in there especially Harold Ballard… Understand?"
"Yes, Doctor Parker," the newest Parker Clinic employee murmured.
"Good. I'll leave you now and join my patients."
Through the mirror, Darlene saw Doctor Parker greet Mr. and Mrs. Ballard, then explain what they were going to try in this session. A mutual nod of agreement heralded the dimming of the lights, and a moment later the title flickered on the screen, A STAR IS BORN, and then the credits followed in rapid succession.
The movie, it was explained, was about making a movie, the setting carrying out that explanation by appearing as a movie set. Against one wall, having her make-up repaired, leaned the star of the movie, a beautiful young woman who bore a striking resemblance to Darlene herself. All around were the customary minor actors and camera crews, and at center stage stood the director, shouting and gesturing his orders…
"Okay, Dennis, get in position!' ordered the gruff scowling director, and a handsome young man wearing only a loin cloth moved out from the sidelines and took his place on the set, standing next to what was clearly intended to be an elaborate royal throne. The actor named Dennis was a tall slender, and extremely handsome young man with a broad muscular chest and extraordinarily light blue eyes. There was something about the easy confident way he moved, coupled with his striking animal sexuality which made it impossible for the slave-girl to take her eyes off him.
"Right, now you know the sequence kid, so try not to screw it up!" warned the director in the same aggressive bullying tone. "You stand next to the throne at attention and when the queen comes in you bow real low. Remember, you're a miserable slave, and you've never been anything but a stupid slave and this lady can have your head chopped off anytime she feels like it, so you're respectful right? Okay, as soon as Maurine gets her queenly ass on the throne, she'll nod at you and you serve her a drink from the tray, right? She takes the drink and downs it, but she's still hot, so she stands up and as you take off her robe, remember after that, you know what to do. Okay, let's see if we can get through the sequence without somebody dropping their false teeth. Slave girt? Where the hell is the fucking slave-girl?"
"I'm here," she volunteered weakly as the director glared furiously in her direction.
"She's new at this," advised the producer from behind the camera. "Take it easy on her, okay?"
In the adjoining room, Darlene stared in astonishment at the movie. A movie about a movie, she thought. Well, that's one way of doing it! Curiously, she glanced over on the couch at the Ballard couple, but saw nothing to take notes on.
"All right, all right," moaned the ill-tempered director. "Why' didn't you tell me this was going to be amateur night? Look, honey, that big handsome slave up there is your boyfriend and you don't want to share him with anyone, including the queen, but she can chop your head off just as easy as pie, so when she starts fucking around with your man, you aren't in a position to protest, got it? But that doesn't mean you can't look mad once in awhile. And that's all you've got to do, stand there and took irritated, and we'll give you an Oscar.
Now get out of that stupid fucking towel and stand on the other side of the throne!"
This was the moment Lana had been dreading with all her heart, and for an instant she seemed to ask herself why in the world she didn't tell this foulmouthed, cigar-chomping idiot what he could do with his stupid movie and walkout of the studio. But no, she was in it now and there was no way out, even if it meant absorbing some embarrassment.
Her coralline pointed little nipples were barely concealed by the ridiculous costume and it gave her no support whatsoever, so that every time she moved, her firmly up thrust breasts bounced provocatively in such a way that all the men in the room could see them jiggling up and down on her chest. And from the bellybutton on down, she was in even worse shape. Supported by a slender golden chain which ran around her waist, there was a triangular shaped jewel shield that inadequately covered her pubic zone, but the full fleshy half-moons of her buttocks were left exposed and perfectly naked.
But it had to be done, and everyone was looking at her expectantly, so she quickly dropped the protective towel on a nearby chair and walked to the other side of the throne, knowing that her face was reddening with shame, but unable to do anything about it.
"Okay, let's roll `em! Slaves, in position! Maurine, make your entrance!"
Behind the see-through mirror, Darlene mentally shook herself, roughly chastising herself for paying more attention to the movie than to the couple watching it in the next room. A quick glance told her that the movie was finally having an effect; from the dim light of the projector, she could see mounting lust in their faces, and their bodies fidgeted restlessly on the sofa.
The slave girt drew herself up into a position of rigid attention, while Dennis, the other slave actor, was doing the same. From the sidelines came Maurine, her hair done up beautifully and looking as majestic and royal as any real queen. The actress was wearing a long robe which covered her from shoulder to ankles.
The queen walked regally forward, turned slowly and seated herself deliberately on the throne. For a moment she simply rested, fanning herself with her hand to indicate that she was suffering from the heat. Then she nodded imperiously to Dennis, the actor impersonating a male slave, and he obediently went to a nearby table and presented his queen with a golden goblet containing some clear liquid. The older actress gulped it down greedily, but it was clear from her expression that she was still feeling warm. With a slow deliberate motion, she untied the strings holding her cloak together at the throat, allowing the garment to fall open and reveal the deep mountainous swells of her lushly tantalizing breasts.
The queen rose majestically from her throne then, her eyes fixed on the lewd male, and her hands pulling the cloak away from her overheated stunning figure, thus destroying any illusions that this was something even remotely legal. The film had to be pornographic because the camera was only a few feet away from where the actress stood smiling at her captive slave, and the electric eye of the mechanism could hardly fail to be picking up the lascivious patch of softly curling hair which masked the entrance to her vagina, and the rounded heavy spheres of her shamelessly exposed breasts.
God! Darlene thought excitedly. If this doesn't turn them on, nothing will! She peered through the mirror at the lasciviously squirming couple on the couch… jotting down a quick note about the effect that the visual stimulation was having on them in her steno pad.
"I am warm!" Maurine announced in queenly tones, glancing at Dennis with a superior air. "Remove my cloak, please."
Sending a nervous glance at his girlfriend, Lana, Dennis made haste to do as he was told, stepping around behind the queen and gently removing the robe from her shoulders. When he returned to his original position, the queen started running her hands sensuously over the satiny naked flesh of her voluptuously welt developed body.
But the queen was not satisfied.
"I do not like to be naked when a man is clothed in my presence," she ordered calmly. "Disrobe!"
The slave bowed submissively and unsnapped the loin cloth which covered his groin, tossing it calmly to one side and facing the queen just as naked as she!
Darlene took a gulp of air when she saw the actor's genitals so unexpectedly revealed. The man's thick white penis was still in the relaxed state, but even dangling tranquilly between his legs, the excited young nurse could see why he was able to specialize in this kind of film. He was huge!
It was evident that the "slave" was not going to be able to remain unaroused forever. His long thick cock was already quivering and jerking slightly as if he were feeling the excitement of being naked in front of this stunningly sensual woman, and fighting a losing battle for self-control.
Nor was Maurine giving him any help. Her narrowed eyes fastened on the lust-inciting spectacle of his massive sexual organ, she walked deliberately toward him, a lewd grin on her face.
"Does my slave dare to become excited in the presence of the Queen?" she asked him softly. "I command you to control yourself, or I will summon the royal surgeon and require him to remove the cause of the difficulty!"
The slave was obviously unsure whether the monarch was kidding him or not, but the seriousness of the threat had its effect upon his face. But the Queen was apparently supposed to be something of a sadist, for she clearly had no intention of allowing her slave to remain unaroused for long. By pre-arrangement, Dennis was standing with a pillow at his feet, and the queen dropped gracefully to her knees before him. Dennis struggled to keep his eyes straight and steady, but his internal torment was clear.
"Let me see how well disciplined a slave you are," muttered the queen sadistically, her soft feminine hands reaching up to take his slowly swelling cock between her delicate fingers. Iron discipline or not, this direct sexual provocation was obviously too much for the young handsome actor, and his massively awakening penis slowly began a steady inexorable rise as Maurine tormentingly manipulated it between her hands, stroking and massaging the thick heavy shaft and blowing on it gently with her full wet lips ova led.
By this time, the Ballards were thoroughly aroused, and Darlene dutifully made note of this, despite her own rising excitement. In the dim light she could see that Anne Ballard was almost completely undressed, and Harold was fondling her with one hand between her legs, while the other massaged her pendulous breasts maddeningly; and Harold Ballard was squirming under the expert manipulations of Anne's hand inside his unzipped trousers.
Meanwhile, the sexual drama onscreen was becoming more torrid by the moment.
Dennis had achieved a massive erection despite the fact that he was still standing rigidly at attention, his eyes straight ahead and obviously trying to give the impression that all of this was not realty happening. Below him on her knees, the queen continued to torment her helpless slave, cradling his large swaying balls in her hands with an amused expression on her face, and rubbing the thick leathery foreskin back and forth over the fat bulbous head of his mighty cock, exposing to the camera's prying eye the blood-engorged gland.
"Your majesty…" the slave began hesitantly, but the words stuck in his throat as the queen slowly but surely drew his massively pulsating instrument closer and closer to the red glistening surface of her parted wet tips, at the same time carefully pushing the foreskin back as far as it would go. Dennis jerked again and now there was no question that this queen was closing in on him and actually intended to commit this sordid depraved act.
"You have been a disobedient servant, "the queen informed the trembling male slave, her voice now unnaturally tow and husky with gathering passion. "For your punishment, I am going to suck you dry!" And with a sudden skillful lunge, her head dropped forward, one hand snaking around behind his back to hold the man's strong flexed buttocks while the other hand circled his long thick hardness. With a sadistic chuckle, the woman parted her wetly glistening lips and enclosed the head of his cock in the warm sanctuary of her mouth.
Darlene swallowed nervously as she watched with horrified fascination, uncomfortably aware of the sexuality of the scene. The aroused nurse realized that her own little bud-like nipples were expanding inexorably and uncontrollably, trying desperately to poke through the tightly binding fabric of her bra and dress. To her shame, she also felt the orgiastic juices in her body beginning to flow, dampening the smooth creamy flesh between her firmly trembling thighs, despite the fact that she kept assuring herself mentally that she was watching all of this with a professional detachment.
The queen was paying no attention to anything except the business at hand, sucking away energetically as if her life depended upon it, and Dennis was slowly losing what there was left of his self-control, his hips beginning to jerk back and forth convulsively as the woman's tongue lashed his poor tormented cock into a lather of excitement. Maurine's quivering breasts giggled and danced on her heaving chest white her head bobbed up and down over the man's wildly pulsating cock; and, her hands on his iron-hard buttocks, she was urging him to move, to start pumping in and out of her, wanting him to treat her delicately ova led mouth as if it were simply another cunt which could be fucked and abused any way he wanted to. She was inviting him to pour the hot sticky liquid from his loins deep into her throat and fill her mouth with cum until she over-flowed!
The slave had been slow to get the idea, but once he understood precisely what his queen wanted, he went to work with rough enthusiasm, his hands sliding into her long hair as he pulled her head back and forth in front of him. Dennis groaned unintelligibly, causing one to wonder for a moment whether he was simply acting or whether the whole business was really starting to get to him.
After all, film or no film, his hard thrusting cock was still stuck brutally between the tightly-clasped lips of a real live woman who was doing her damndest to stimulate him to the utmost.
Darlene once again checked on what the Ballard couple was up to, and what she saw caused her to gasp aloud. Now, they were lying on the couch, with Anne crouched up over her husband, and she was busily lathing and caressing his cock with her smooth tongue. Harold, below her, was thrusting his loins up into her face frenziedly, an expression of sheer lust contorting his face.
As the depraved actress 8ensed that she was winning her obscene battle, Maurine intensified her efforts, sucking his massively throbbing cock a little harder and moving forward to take as much of it into her throat as possible, sucking away on it happily with sounds of intense masochistic pleasure, erupting from her cock-stuffed mouth.
Deep inside the actor's body, great swirling clouds of heat were building up as he looked down at the strained contorted face of the ripe, splendidly-built woman who was kneeling submissively at his feet. In the back of his head, Dennis obviously knew that this was merely a scene in a dirty movie, and one for which he could expect to be well paid, but like every good actor, the young man had the capacity to forget about reality while he was making a film and lose himself completely in whatever part he was supposed to be playing. The hard-bodied, handsome young actor was not in the slightest embarrassed at the idea of having this perverse sexual act performed upon him in the presence of others, infact, it seemed that he had very nearly forgotten about them. It was evident that all he could think about at the moment was the searing, burning sensation caused by his semen as it started to work its way out of the depths of his nakedly pumping body, moving slowly at first and then much faster and rushing explosively down through his testicles and out the long narrow channel in his wildly jerking penis.
He gasped as the spasm hit him with all its force, tightening his grip on the queen's head out of some wild irrational fear that she would pull away from him just as his churning hot cum swamped her mouth, spoiling everything just when he wanted it to be perfect. The heated white cum spurted out of him in long powerful waves, apparently destined to go on forever, but the lust stricken actress made no attempt to avoid her degenerate fate.
Indeed, the queen gave every indication of enjoying it enormously, and the woman sucked wildly as he came brutally into the warm wetness of her open throat, her adam's apple bobbing furiously as she endeavored to swallow every drop of the lust-inciting fluid he was pumping so ruthlessly into her mouth.
Coughing a little as she choked on the sperm, hums and mewls of slavish masochistic pleasure emerged from the queen's cum-filled mouth.
As she had threatened to do, Maurine had sucked her disobedient servant dry, but it was clear to everyone that she had not quite finished with him yet. She never let up for a minute, persistently continuing to run her lithe active tongue over his jerking, slowly-deflating instrument until she had cleaned away the last remnants of hot sticky cum, but the kneeling actress obviously was still far from satisfied.
Using her hands skillfully, the heavy-breasted woman began to chaff his poor tired cock, pulling the skin back as far as it would go and exposing all of the red palpitating gland to the torments of her wetly lashing tongue. There was a surprised expression on Dennis' face as his exhausted penis began to react once again to the intensity of the stimulation she was giving him, struggling to rise one more time despite the fact that he had just finished a powerful body-shaking orgasm.
"Now that you have learned your lesson, slave," Maurine grinned at him, traces of his sticky white cum still clinging to her lips, "I will give you the opportunity to please your queen. Perhaps if your little slave girl watches carefully," she smiled knowingly at Lana, "she will learn how a monarch is to be treated, and I will hand her over to the king for further lessons!"
In the adjoining room, Darlene found herself reacting strongly to the movie so far, unconsciously rubbing her thighs together as her budlike clitoris throbbed down between her wetly quivering pussy lips.
"Come!" commanded the queen, lying back on the floor with her legs lasciviously parted and her arms stretched out invitingly. "Come and show me that you are worth more than a life of slavery. Make me happy and you win your freedom!"
His manhood fully restored, Dennis wasted no time in complying with this depraved order, dropping quickly to his knees between her widely spread legs and allowing his muscular young body to fall forward onto Maurine's full ripe breasts.
"Oh, that feels so nice!" the queen commented as his nakedly powerful body crushed into hers, pinning her helplessly to the floor. Now there was no longer any question of queen and slave, but the age-old picture of man dominating woman, and the camera zoomed in to study their two lewdly writhing bodies as they sprawled and grappled on the floor like a pair of wildly rutting animals.
Maurine's fingernails trailed ruthlessly across the broad expanse of his back, but if Dennis noticed the discomfort, he gave no visible sign of it. Instead, he expertly slid his hands beneath the two flaccid half-moons of her buttocks, lifting her clear off the floor with his bulging biceps and gracefully gliding his massively erect cock into her warmly inviting vaginal crevice as if they had rehearsed this bizarre movement for months.
Dennis was taking his tine, Letting the cameras follow his every movement as he ran the heavy, red-tipped rod of his glistening penis torturously up and down the length of her widespread cuntal slit, knowing that this Lecherous maneuver was turning her on and taking the opportunity to torment this haughty queen and pay her back for all the humiliations she had heaped upon him.
Nor was the queen slow to react. Her ripely rounded buttocks were rotating around in desperate circles while her smooth creamy thighs locked around the back of his hard muscular thighs, as if she were trying to force him into her shamelessly aroused body by brute force.
"Now, slave, now!" she groaned, giving the impression of being half out of her mind with unsatisfied lust. Obviously, she could wait no longer. The sex-maddened woman reached down abruptly between their two straining bodies, and she caught his thick tormenting cock in a death grip, hauling it forcibly in between the hair-lined lips of her hotly moistened cuntal opening and driving it into her almost against his will. There was no question about it:
Maurine was still the queen, and she still possessed the power to make the slave do what she desired.
A violent movement in Parker's inner office caused Darlene to move her spell-bound eyes from the images on the screen. On: the couch, Harold and Anne Ballard were writhing in sexual ecstasy, and she shakily noted their movement on her steno pad. Glancing down, she could see the hard little points of her nipples protruding through the material of her uniform, and had to forcibly resist the temptation to rub them lightly with her fingers; while, between her legs, the moisture was flowing freely now, and only a stern grip on her pad and pencil kept her hands from stealing down under her dress to probe beneath the panties and into the streaming crevice of hotly throbbing flesh.
By this point, Dennis was beyond resistance. Accepting the inevitable with a cheerful grin, he crashed forward violently and groaned aloud as the queen's warm, elastic-like sheath slipped wetly around the pulsating hard shaft of his rock-like penis. The actor's long bulbous cock raced up through the already lubricated passageway of her heatedly throbbing vagina, sliding easily through the soft yielding tissue as he thrust himself forward in her narrow clasping hole with one bone-jarring, brutalizing push, and his heavy, hair-covered balls slapped brutally against the upturned unprotected flesh of actress' ass. She was hopelessly skewered like a chicken on a spit, and for a moment, the tables were turned. The queen was no longer in charge of what was going on, and the slave was proving with a vengeance that he was man enough to be free.
"OoohhhhWFuck it! Fuck it harder!" the actress groaned, muttering all the filthy obscene words that came to mind as she raced towards her climax. The actor never gave her a moment to recover, thrusting into her with all the strength in his tawny unrelenting body.
"I'm cunmmmminnnngggggg!" Maurine gasped suddenly like a woman announcing a history-making event. "I'm cumming!" she repeated a second time almost as if she were talking to herself, or trying to convince everyone of some incredible fact. Her mouth was wide open with ecstatic abandon and instinctively she putted her thighs even farther back, offering up to the savagely fucking actor the whole of her pink, wetly clasping vaginal slit like some strange pagan sacrifice. A trickle of saliva dripped lewdly from the woman's open mouth and her eyes seemed to wander around the room, unseeing and glazed, as if she were drugged.
Maurine's legs went limp all of a sudden, and a cry of total happiness and relief issued sensuously from her tips. Dennis groaned his way through the last seconds of his orgasm and then collapsed on top of her, his body completely spent.
"Cut.'" yelled the director, chomping on a fresh cigar as he signaled the cameramen to switch off their machines. "Looked real good, kids… now let's get the slave girl in on the action!"
Darlene continued to watch in disbelief, nearly forgetting the reactions of the Ballards, as a few seconds later, the slave, girl in the skimpy costume was ushered center stage before the exhausted queen. Indeed, the young nurse sucked in her breath as one with the girl onscreen, as the lovely blonde was suddenly confronted by two burly "palace guards"… one black, one white!
"How do you do?" quavered Lana nervously, her small stature dwarfed by the two monsters.
"Man, this is gonna be somethin' else!" proclaimed the black one, Artie, boldly studying the smoothly-rounded contours of her ripe well developed body without even taking the trouble to hide his lustful gaze. "Where you been hiding, baby?"
"Well I normally don't do this kind of… of thing," she began to explain with an unhappy stammer, but the other man, Harry, cut her off with a harsh laugh.
"Why does every skin-flick actress have to say the same damn thing?" he wondered sarcastically. "Sure, honey, we'll believe you were a virgin until the day before yesterday if you want us to! Just' make sure you put some life into those screwing scenes. Anything I can't stand is a cold fish while I'm working in front of the camera."
"Of course," Lana replied, making a timid attempt to appear sophisticated. "But I've never had to simulate a love scene before, and nobody's yet told me what I'm supposed to do."
Artie and Harry exchanged an amused grin as they heard the unsuspecting young woman use the word simulate, but before either of them could offer some lewd comment, the director began shouting for attention.
"Okay, everyone," he ordered bruskiy… position as last time."
Dennis moved into his position next queen's throne, and Maurine regally seated herself on the throne, again draped in the massive shoulder-to-floor robe she had worn during the first sequence. Artie and Harry, whispering excitedly to one another, both remained off-camera for the moment, while Lana took her designated place.
"Right, actors, you've been told what to do," growled the rotund director, waving his half smoked cigar in the direction of the throne. "Let's get it right the first time! Roll 'em."
The cameras Lighted up.
"lam bored," announced the queen imperiously as she glanced at her favorite male slave.
"Your majesty has only to command," replied Dennis obediently, bowing slightly as he answered.
"I think it's time that your little friend entertained us, "announced the queen, jerking her head in Lana's direction. "What do you say to that, slave?"
A worried look crossed the slave's face, and he glanced nervously back and forth between the two women, acting his part beautifully The handsome slave had a fairly good idea of what his queen had in mind, and he was thinking feverishly of some way to avoid a situation in which he would have to choose between the royal lady and the slave girl. Also he realized clearly that the queen was jealous of this younger and more beautiful woman. It was a difficult moment for a helpless slave, but the queen gave him no time to think of a suitable answer.
"Let us experiment! Let us see exactly how loyal she is to you," suggested the queen with a lewd grin. "Guards!"
Immediately, the two actors Lana had met earlier entered, both carrying spears.
They presented themselves respectfully in front of the queen.
Darlene was extremely aroused now, but still she had the presence of mind to glance over at Anne and Harold Ballard on the couch. They were clasped in a warm embrace facing each other, with his cock embedded deep in her cunt, and once in a while he jerked out and thrust back in deep causing her to gasp aloud with the pleasure pain… and all the while they kept their eyes glued to the screen.
"Your queen has decided to reward you for your royal services," Maurine announced, raising her arm to point to Lana. "You may take this slave girl and do with her as you desire…, but do it here so I can observe."
The guards galvanized into action, dropping their spears and sprinting across the set to where the slave girl stood helplessly waiting. Grinning like the devil himself, Artie hit her like a football player, knocking her completely off her feet and wrestling her to the ground as his greedy hands roamed over her body.
"Let me go!" she gasped as the man's heavy body crushed into her. "I don't want …" but the breath was knocked from her frantically squirming body as the other guard, Harry, jumped on top of the pile. For a moment Lana lay stunned under the combined weight of the two big men.
The guards wasted no time, going to work on her like a pair of professionals, each one rolling off of her vainly resisting body as a camera angled in from above to catch every minute of the action.
"We're gonna luck you till you cant stand up, slave!" the black guard whispered viciously in her ear, keeping his voice low, but not too low to not be picked up by the microphone over their head.
The two rough professionals gave the violently writhing girl no time to contemplate the difficulties of her situation. Artie's cruel black hands swarmed over the warmly fleshed globes of her naked breasts, twisting and forcing her to cry out with the sudden pain. Harry amused himself at the same time by pulling her long blonde hair with one hand while the other tried to force its way up between her tightly clasped thighs. The slave girl's eyes flew open and filled with alarm at the sight of the two men on their hands and knees over her like avenging angels preparing to punish her for her sins. Their eyes seemed to glow with lewd lusty anticipation as they tormented her, and realization spread over her face at the sudden knowledge that there was going to be nothing simulated or make-believe about this scene. They were going to ravish her for the benefit of the cameras and enjoy every minute of it. The more she screamed and protested, the better the film would be. She was playing the role of a woman being raped by two brutal men, and all her reactions would be perfectly natural.
Despite the evident fear and revulsion that was showing on the blonde slave girl's face, Darlene found herself wishing that she was the one who was about to be raped, she was the one who would soon be filled by the two men's cocks, one black and white. Frustrated, she squirmed around on the chair, pressing the plane of her pussy down onto the seat, rubbing it back and forth… aching for some kind of release!
Artie rose up on his knees beside the slave girl then, his hands busily undoing the fastenings of his loin cloth, and the frightened girl got her eyes closed just in time to avoid seeing the burly ebony man strip himself completely.
Then Artie's hard hands coursed over her stomach and the girl shivered involuntarily. "Hey, slave," commanded the black man. "Open those eyes and take a look at the present the queen is giving you."
Lana shut her eyes even more tightly, refusing to cooperate in the slightest, but Harry's hands tightened their grip on her hair and started to pull torturing her into obeying their orders. Her eyes popped open and Artie rose nakedly up off his buttocks to give her and the camera a good took at the instrument of torment he was planning to use on her.
As her eyes focused on the black guard's lust thickened penis, the girl's face suddenly contorted in horror. His cock was monstrous by any standards, thick and blunt as a cudgel and it was immediately evident that the actor had worked himself into a real state of arousal while they had been abusing her. A took at his face informed her clearly that there was no point in asking for mercy. He had every intention of brutally ramming that hard long shaft up into her frantically trembling vagina, and there was nothing to stop him from doing anything he wanted!
Seated in the adjoining room, Darlene couldn't believe her own reaction to the scene. She had never watched, or even thought of watching two people making love before, and was amazed how strongly it affected her. She stared at the screen, reveling in the prurient sensations of desire that coursed through her body. Suddenly, she was aware of yet another sensation-that of her own hands touching her body-her breasts; her fingers were pulling at her swelling nipples through the material of her uniform, then mauling and kneading the magnificent mounds. She rubbed her thighs together unconsciously, yearning silently for a long hard penis to be shoved up between them. Her legs were drawn up, the bottoms of her feet resting on the rungs of the chair, her toes curled under.
One hand left her breasts then and fluttered lightly down over her trembling belly to the soft inner flesh of her thighs, then back up under her skirt to the juncture of her long slender legs. Her fingers probed, and then slipped under the elastic leg band in the soft champagne curls of her little pussy, slipping back and forth to graze against the inflamed coral nub of her clitoris. Oh, that's good! she flinched at the electric sensations.
By now, Harry had stripped himself as naked as his partner and occupied himself with holding her arms tightly to prevent any attempt at an escape. At some pre-arranged signal, both me suddenly rolled her over onto her stomach and Artie cruelly spread her long tapered legs apart as she struggled to keep her balance. As her young tender breasts crushed into the unyielding floor, Artie moved quickly and deftly into position behind her, his legs mercilessly working to force her knees farther and farther apart despite her desperate efforts to clamp her thighs together and protect the defenseless little opening to her sex. His hands kneaded and tormented the helpless half-moons of her buttocks, forcing a painful groan from her lips. The miserably unhappy young woman ground her teeth together, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hearing her cry out in agony.
"Up on your knees," Harry whispered to her suddenly, his voice as impersonal as a stage manager giving instructions to a forgetful actor. Lana stayed where she was, trying to cover her face with her hands in the vain hopes of somehow managing to spoil the scene for them. Then the man's hand slipped beneath her shoulders, and his fingers found the tender swollen nipple of her left breast.
He squeezed, hard, and the slave girl immediately forgot about her resolution to remain silent and motionless. Instead she screamed as Harry squeezed again, even harder, digging his sharp fingernails into the softly yielding flesh of her breast until she thought she could bear it no longer. Hastily, she tucked her knees under her, wilting to do anything to alleviate that torture, and the next thing she knew, her full smoothly rounded backside was thrust obscenely into the air.
Kneeling above her, the black actor gazed down at the full white moons of her buttocks, offered up to him like some depraved pagan sacrifice, and he felt his body start to throb with savage uncontrollable desire. Artie had participated in dozens of these porno-films, and the idea of actually raping a naked young woman in the presence of all these people only made it more stimulating for him. He had seen many a skin-flick actress in his career, but never anything as young and innocent as this one, and the thought that she was his to use and abuse as he desired was driving him wild. His sperm-bloated testicles were burning as if they were on fire, and he could not tear his bulging eyes off the narrow, lust-teasing pink slit which trembled helplessly before him. All he could think of was jamming his hot throbbing cock into her tight little pussy, and he realized that he could not hold himself back another minute.
But the actor knew from past experience with women that his penis was abnormally large and capable of bringing a gasp of pain to the lips of the most experienced of females. What his massive hardness would do to this tender little vagina was anybody's guess… and, abruptly, Artie did not really care.
Taking his long punishing rod in his hand for better control, the actor grinned lasciviously at his partner who was pinning the girl's shoulders to the floor and leaned forward, running his long thick cock up and down in the narrow moistly pink crevice of her ass. He was about to worm his way into her when he seemed to get an even more depraved idea in his perverted mind.
Bending from the waist, the black actor planted a wet, open-mouthed kiss of the tiny puckered hole of her anus, using his strong hands to pry her warmly gleaming buttocks even farther apart as he lapped at her like an animal gone mad.
The man was kissing her backside, the realization came over her face. He was sloshing his long fluttering tongue up and down the entire length of her wide spread cuntal crevice, all the way from the tingling pink button of her clitoris up to the tightly clasped entrance to her anus. Was nothing sacred?
What kind of an animal was he, anyway?
Seeing that he was really starting to get to her, Artie grinned sadistically and dropped his face down for another run over the target, this time lingering over the straining muscles of her inner thighs, his tongue lashing in at the thin red folds of her hair-covered flesh which surrounded her tight little pussy. The actor realized that the glands deep inside of her frantically squirming young body had already been triggered in involuntary action and begun secreting the heated juices which were designed to prepare a woman's body for sexual intercourse. hike it or not, he told himself cruelty, this chick is turning on… time to bring in the heavy artillery!
Straightening, Artie gradually moved his hips forward then, trying to worm the massive tip of his long blunt cock past the sensitive elastic lips of her vagina without hurting or alarming her. Once his hard thick shaft was inside, the little bitch could scream all she wanted, but at this stage of the game, delicacy was very important.
"Aaaaaaawigghhh, "she groaned, but it was the mindless sound of pleasure and nothing more. Encouraged, the muscular black porno-actor inched forward, angling his heavy cudgel from side to side in order to widen the passage.
By now, the couple on the couch were fucking steadily again in and out, and Darlene could faintly see the long white shaft of Harold's throbbing cock glistening in the dim light on the outstroke, then disappear back inside on the in stroke. She could hear the groans of lust coming from the writhing man and woman on the sofa, accompanied by wet slurping sounds from their working genitals, and she gyrated on her chair in time to the lustful noises.
The queen had stepped down off her throne by this tine, drawn by the overpowering sensuality of what was happening before her very eyes; and Dennis, the loyal slave, stood obediently by her side, apparently, not overly grieved at what was being done to his delicate little girlfriend.
"Oooh, ooohhh!" Lana was murmuring now, her moans matching the cautious maneuvering of the black man's massively throbbing cock as he pushed gently and easily into her. The girl's cunt was flowering open completely now, and he felt there was a serious danger that the girl would ruin the whole scene by cumming before he got the full length of his hardness totally embedded in the warm moist pocket of her naked body, and decided that the time for caution was past.
This slave girl was ready to be skewered, and his painfully throbbing penis was aching with anticipation.
He moved forward again, forcing his knees as far up between her widely-stretched thighs as it was possible to go, and used his thumb and forefinger to guide the slippery shaft directly into the moistly receptive chamber of her tight little cunt.
In the next room, Darlene still had a modicum of self-restraint left, but that was rapidly being depleted. She now had one palm cupping her swelling pussy mound with one long-nailed finger lying lightly in the tender vaginal crevice without entering. The tip of her nail scraped softly over the quivering little bud of her clitoris, and little shudders of lewd pleasure rippled through her belly, causing the juices of her pussy to flow increasingly. Then, the aroused young nurse began to rub the entire length of her outer vaginal lips in a slow steady rhythm, dipping her finger just slightly into the moist warm slit, teasing herself until she could stand it no longer. Slowly, gently, she pressed her outstretched finger up into her hungering cunt to the first knuckle… only to withdraw and repeat the entire process again… a little deeper each time, until her finger was embedded to the palm of her hand in her willingly accepting pussy. My God, that feels so good! she thrilled.
Experienced and hardened as he was, the black man found himself forced to groan aloud with pleasure as he felt the soft warm lips of the slave girl's pussy closing tightly over the bulbous rounded tip of his blood engorged cock. Never in his long depraved career had he felt a sensation quite like this one. He expected Lana to groan or cry out with sudden pain as he steadily worked his way into her juicy, well-lubricated vagina, but she, was already too far gone to object to anything he chose to do to her now.
"AAAaaaggghhh!" she moaned, half in discomfort and half in ecstasy as the man surged powerfully into her, pushing the smoothly yielding walls of her wetly clasping cunt ahead of him like the prow of a ship dividing the waves. Lana's entire sensually aroused body quivered and trembled before the suddenness of this all-out invasion, taken a little by surprise. Now she had no further illusions about what was going to happen to her; in fact, it had already happened. Lulled by his gentleness into a false sense of security, she had let down her guard, and now she was paying the price.
He was already deep inside of her, buried to the hilt, and any hopes she may have entertained of rallying her strength and fighting him off at the last moment were now dashed forever. In the presence of all the other actors and the film cameras, she was being fucked, yes, fucked, like a bitch in heat.
Her warmly clasping cuntal muscles tightened around Artie's long driving shaft, stimulating him to greater and greater efforts. Suddenly, the camera zoomed in for a close-up, and the magnifying lens of the camera was recording everything on film; his hard relentless cock and the pink, cruelly-stretched flesh of her cunt clinging tightly to his rough leathery foreskin as he pounded in and out of her like a sex maniac.
"Come on, slave," he jeered at her from above, tormenting the white moons of her buttocks with his hard demanding hands as he fucked back and forth with long punishing strokes. "Lees see a little life! The queen wants you to give us a good time!"
Her mind said no, but her poor over-stimulated body was no longer taking orders from her brain and reacted by doing precisely what he had commanded her to do.
Experimentally at first, and then with real determination, she began to rotate her nakedly quivering ass, twisting and swinging back against the man who was fucking so ruthlessly into her, trying to give him as good as she was getting.
"Oh! Oh! Oh… oh… oh!" she was chanting mindlessly, knowing that the saliva was dripping from her open mouth and that she was making a perfect fool of herself but unable to fight off the storm of lust which was sweeping over her. She was an animal, a passion-driven pile of flesh being fucked half to death by a strange savage man and this was the bottom of the barrel. There was nothing lower or more depraved than this!
She was wrong' They had one last little surprise in store for her.
Unexpectedly, she felt Harry's hand fumbling at her mouth. What does he want? she asked herself blankly.
And then, in another, instant, it suddenly became clear to her. A hard moist object began to rub against her tips, and her eyes popped open in time to see that the other actor was trying to force his thick bulbous cock into the warm sanctuary of her mouth.
"No, no!" she groaned, and this proved to be her fatal mistake. The moment the innocent young woman opened her mouth to protest this new depraved invasion, Harry expertly flicked his hips forward, burying his long invading pole between her wetly trembling lips and holding her head rigid between his hands so that there was no possibility of escape.
Disgust and revulsion swept over her and the doubly-penetrated young blonde woman tried to wiggle free, but these men were real professionals, and she only succeeded in exciting them more. Gagging slightly at the unaccustomed invasion of this large unnatural object in her mouth, she could feel the length and the weight of the man's heatedly throbbing cock on the softness of her tongue.
Harry's hands were entangled in her hair, and she knew from bitter experience that he would not hesitate to hurt her in order to get his way.
"Suck!" he commanded harshly, giving her long blonde hair a slight tug just to remind her of his mastery. "Suck me like you never sucked anyone before!"
On the couch, the Ballards were fucking more rapidly now, and through the two-way mirror Darlene could see and hear them stepping up their pace as they raced towards their mutual orgasms. "Oh, fuck me, Harold!" she heard Ann hiss through clenched teeth. "Come on, you bastard, fuck me harder… Harder!"
The young slave girl was beyond resistance now. The tormented blonde no longer had a will of her own, and she involuntarily began to do as she was told. Her tightly ova led lips went slowly to work, timidly nibbling at this strange hotly pulsating instrument and she experimentally began to make use of her tongue, whipping it back and forth over the broad pungent surface of his penis.
This was the punishment she had been longing for, and she accepted it with masochistic joy, knowing that she had finally hit bottom and there was nowhere lower to go. They had broken her down to the bottom-most level of humanity… she was worse than the lowest whore!
Darlene felt waves of consuming lust rip through her at the sight of the two fuckings-the one on the couch, and the one in the movie-and she dropped her finger still lower, insinuating it in her mow thirstily throbbing vagina, pumping in rhythm to the fucking on the couch while her thumb toyed with her erectly swollen clitoris.
The young nurse was caught up in the passion of the occasion. She wriggled on the chair and let her wet thighs open completely, the wet sucking sound of her masturbation clearly discernible to her ears. Her panting body heaved and bucked from her whipping fingerings. She secreted heavily, more heavily than she'd ever remembered.
Behind her, the slave girl abruptly sensed that Artie was building towards his climax. His mercilessly skewering thrusts were coming faster and faster by the minute, and she could hear the man's panting gasps for breath as he labored like a maniac over her. His cruel hands dug fiercely into the nakedly tender skin of her hips as he fucked wildly into her.
"Oh, yeah… oh yeah!" he was grunting almost painfully as he tried to bury himself inside of her, working like a demon to finish and hardly noticing what was happening to the battered and abused body of the woman beneath him. Lana's subserviently kneeling young body was suddenly jerking and wantonly twisting, and moans flowed out of her cock-filled mouth one after another without interruption. Her fair naked flesh shone with a fine layer of sweat, and her long blonde hair thrashed back and forth as strange torturous sensations raced overpoweringly through her shamelessly aroused body.
The depraved thought of being fucked half to death by two strange men simultaneously while a roomful of other people looked on had finally gotten to her… and she was masochistically racing towards the wildest orgasm of her entire young life.
Harry caught the mood of intense lust and doubled his own efforts, surging in and out of the soft warm hole formed by her ova led lips and watching in a wanton excitement as the wetly glistening shaft of his long hard cock disappeared into her saliva-filled mouth. She was almost driving him insane with pleasure.
"I'm… I'm cumming!" she mumbled incoherently, her words distorted by the presence of Harry's massively thick penis between her sucking wet lips. No one heard her, but a special announcement was hardly necessary since it was perfectly obvious to everyone in the room what was happening to the, kneeling young woman. Her straining, nakedly pulsating body rammed itself savagely back into the loins of the man who was fucking so energetically into her from behind, and she rotated her smooth rounded ass around in vicious little circles as if she were trying to suck the cum out of him by brute force.
The spasm hit and all the muscles in Lana's lust stricken body seemed to go tight and tense at once, causing both men to groan simultaneously as her orgasm caught them off balance. It was customary for porno-actresses to simulate a moment of ecstasy at the end of the scene, but the two actors both realized that there was nothing simulated about this. The girl was cumming as if there were no tomorrow!
Nor were they destined to be far behind her. The quantity of saliva in her mouth grew greater by the moment, becoming thick and pungent with the emissions of lubricating fluid secreted by the glans in Harry's wildly plunging cock. His hands were winding their way into the curls in her hair, and he was pulling her head brutally up and down over his long thrusting shaft as if her face was nothing more and nothing less titan another tight little cunt into which he could shoot the torrential waves of his cum. Lana could feel his lust-thickened penis expanding and sweating until he had fitted her mouth completely, pushing farther and farther into the gagging depths of her throat as if he intended to try to meet the other brutalizing cock which was pounding into her from the other end.
Diverting her glance from the movie, Darlene watched as Harold's penis stretched his wife's clasping cuntal hole, disappearing between the hair-lined lips in one long smooth stroke after another that seemed to reach into the deepest recesses of Ann's vagina. Once more he drew his long impaling shaft slowly out of her cunt until all but the inflated head was exposed to view.
Darlene's eyes widened at the sight of the pink cuntal flesh that clung to his hardened penis like a straining rubber band. Then he thrust hard up into her wide-spread cunt, beginning a buffeting motion that joggled their lewdly entwined bodies crazily on the bouncing sofa cushions.
"Ooohhh… oh, my God!" Anne cried lustfully.
Darlene whimpered in total identification with the older woman when Harold plunged his enormously thick penis back up into Anne's urgently smoldering vaginal slit. It looked like his rampaging cock would split her cunt apart, She watched as Anne's hands reached down for the ballooning sac of his testicles and began desperately milking them.
"Oh God, Harold, fuck me!" she gasped hotly. "Fuck me hard!… I'm going to cum… Fuck me deep… and HARD!"
"Yes, yes…!"he exclaimed. "Cum, cum, cum!"
Harold Ballard's cock looked obscenely huge to Darlene as it began to wildly spew its pent-up cum deep into his wife's milking cunt. She watched as his sperm-inflated balls smacked hard against Ann's passionately upturned anal crevice as the last of his spurting semen drained from his jerking cock. Then she saw Anne's mouth gape open and suck on her husband's tongue as her own body convulsed in her earth shattering climax. "Oh God, Harold, I'm cummminnnnggg!" she screamed as her body spasmed one last time.
Artie, the man behind Lana, had had a head start, but Harry beat him to the finish line by a split-secon4, ramming his wildly jerking cock into her throat until her nose was crushed up against the wiry curls of his pubic hair.
Suddenly, his massively pulsating cock began to explode like a roman candle as he mumbled profanities into the air. The steaming white cum poured into her furiously gulping mouth, causing her to gag and choke as she did her best to swallow every drop of this obscene degrading drink. It seemed to go on forever as her mouth filled with the thickly heated fluid from his loins, and she gulped and swallowed like a real slave, her mind almost completely destroyed by the shameful degradation of what these men were putting her through.
But then she was distracted by a grunt from behind her, and Lana felt Artie fuck violently into her one last time as far up inside of her tormented young womb as he could go and then began spewing forth his own hot sticky cum. A warm pleasant sensation flooded over her as she felt the semen flowing hotly into her from both ends and for a moment the confused young woman felt like one enormous cunt available for all the men in the world to batter and pound, a bottomless receptacle for cum! The thought triggered her second orgasm, and the second quickly ripened into a third.
"Cut!" cried the director and dimly in the distance, Lana saw the short fat man smiling at her happily.
"Jesus Christ!" said Harry gleefully, carefully withdrawing his slowly-deflating cock from the girl's cum-filled mouth and getting casually to his feet.
"Another day, another dollar," sighed Artie philosophically, abruptly removing his glistening ebony penis from her exhausted body. "Best lay I've had in years!"
"This kid's got what it takes," commented Maurine, getting up off her throne and lighting a filter cigarette as she hoisted up her royal robes to avoid tripping on them. "Why don't we use her in the next flick as the lead, Boss? I like making money too much to be jealous."
In the adjoining room, the young nurse's wetly glistening fingers flashed in and out, keeping time to the passionate gasps and moans emitting from the other room. She was staring off into space now, her eyes vacant and unseeing as if her whole soul were focused on some distant horizon. The wild ramming of her fingers into her own pussy increased in tempo as the sounds grew louder and louder and it was clear to the writhing blonde that something was going to give soon.
And then it happened. She heard the wild crashing of the couch springs as Anne Ballard and her husband thrashed wildly in completely abandoned fulfillment. At that moment, Darlene thrust her fingers as far up inside herself as they would go, almost as if she were trying to puncture some illusory bubble of passion and let out all its wild force.
And then it hit her, the first incredible shock of her orgasm. The young nurse's straining stomach muscles sucked in as if she had been struck in the belly and her whole body stiffened and arched backward. Trying not to scream out in her passion, the ecstatic blonde cruelly bit her own lips to choke off any sounds as with wide-staring eyes, she threw back her head so that the cords in her neck stood out like ropes. She had just enough presence of mind left to thrust her two fingers once more, hard up into her spasming cunt, and then she was completely out of control, her body jerking and twitching as wave after wave of hot seething sensations ran a desperate race over her burning nerve-paths. The beautiful young blonde's knees automatically opened wider as if she were welcoming some invisible lover up between them, and then she could feel the hot gush of her own orgasmic juices pouring over her hand, soaking her tight-stretched panties and smearing down over the smooth skin of her quivering young thighs.
No sooner had the climaxing young nurse extracted her probing long-nailed fingers from her velvet sex than she heard the knob turning in the door.
Hastily, she stooped down to retrieve the discarded steno pad just as the doctor entered.
"Hi, Darlene," he winked as if it were the most natural thing in the world,
"how'd it go?"
Darlene straightened quickly, before her half-naked breasts popped free of her uniform. Then, smiling prettily despite her embarrassed flush, she looked up at the beaming, lecherous physician and chirped, "Doctor, I think your experiment was a crashing success!"