Marcie was a DJ. She’d learned through a friend that Sexstationtv needed some help with the backing music to the show; they were getting a little tired of the same old, terrible jazzy tune that had been playing for far too long. Marcie had been invited to show them what she could do to help.
She had a meeting with the sound engineers and the producers and they decided to let her have a go in the studio. It was pretty empty when she got down there. She saw the beds and sofas with crumpled, messy sheets and a variety of sex toys strewn about the room. She thought she’d walked into a brothel or something. She knew what sort of thing happened on Sexstation, she’d watched it before with her boyfriend, but now she was presented with the reality of the scene it was somehow different.
The guy who showed her where to go to try out the music and familiarise herself with the set left her to it. “So, I’ll come back down in about half an hour or so. Is that alright with you?” He asked politely.
“Sure,” replied Marcie, “I’ll be fine. Is there no one else around?”
“No, not at the moment, we’re running from a different studio. You’ve got the place to yourself,” he smiled, “oh, excuse the mess!” He said, looking a little embarrassed about the mass of dildos on the beds, on the floor and virtually dripping from the tables and chairs.
He left her standing there with her bag of records and CDs and went dashing up a flight of stairs as though a bomb was about to go off. Marcie was nervous now. She didn’t know why, she just was. She looked around again and eyed the dildos. They were like small creatures crawling towards her. And just then one in particular caught her eye. It was sticking out of a bag, right at the back of the set, half behind a chair.
She approached it and pulled it out of the bag. It was huge and golden, like the award given to the best masturbator or something. She rubbed her hand up and down it as though she were in a cheap porn movie and clenched her fist around it to sample its width. She felt instantly aroused. Marcie had never seen such a beautiful dildo, and dildos were not what she usually classified as beautiful! Hell, Marcie didn’t even own one.
She’d had one years ago when she was very young; it was mainly to experiment with. Since those days she’d had no difficulty finding plenty of cock to satisfy her. She didn’t have a huge sexual appetite and when it needed fulfilling she would go out like a lioness and prey on some unsuspecting, uncomplaining man. Marcie had a fit, young body. She was from South America originally, just where exactly was as unknown to her as it was to any of her friends. However, she never complained, because her beautiful skin tone and fabulous Latino looks never failed to help her score with the guys.
As she held the golden dildo tightly in her hand it brought back memories of when she used to fuck herself nearly senseless with her old one; sometimes to the verge of passing out. It was a plain old white one back then, little more than a plastic stick really, but she had shoved it in and out of nearly every hole in her fit young body. Those old feelings started to flood over Marcie again and before she really knew what she was doing she had the dildo between her legs, massaging herself through her tight blue jeans.
Thinking only briefly about the consequences of her actions, which didn’t seem too bad, Marcie decided to take off her jeans and have an afternoon’s nostalgia with this golden dildo. She could think of no better place to do it. She stood for a moment and looked around. There was no one there, only the lonely looking cameras, standing stoically on their tripods. Just to be sure Marcie walked around the back of each of them. She knew nothing about them, but she knew enough to realise if they were switched on or not.
Safe in her privacy she glanced at her watch before stripping off her jeans. Underneath them she had on a tiny little pair of panties. They were soaked through to the touch. She pushed her index finger into the material, far enough to penetrate her pussy. She heard it squelch as she moved it in and out a couple of times. She moaned out loud to herself, stopped, stood and pulled off her panties as fast as she could.
When Marcie returned to the bed she sprawled herself out and opened her legs wide. She could feel the cool air on her wet pussy as her legs parted. Moving the golden dildo along the line of her hips, she shuddered in anticipation as it approached her pussy in a way that felt as though she herself was not the one controlling its movements.
Then the tip of the golden pleasure giver found its spot quite quickly and very accurately. Marcie knew just where she needed pressure and she pushed the dildo down hard on her clit, causing her legs to twitch and her head to thrash around on the bed. She smelled the Sexstationtv babes on the bed sheets as she continued to push the dildo onto her hardening clit.
The aroma was like a pheromone that drove her on. Marcie took deep breaths of it, and after a short time she suddenly thrust the golden dildo into her pussy, fast, hard and deep. She moaned out so loud when she did this that she simply had to lift her head from the bed to see if anyone had heard her. She half expected an army of people to come storming through the door to see if she was alright.
Her pleasure was mounting and she started to slide the golden dildo in and out of her pussy with great speed now, more out of a fear she would be caught than out of sheer passion. She willed herself to climax and then quickly decided that it wouldn’t work like that. As soon as she relaxed again she started to build her momentum. She hadn’t felt this good, or this naughty in years and she was relishing every minute of it; who cared now if she got caught, what could they do?
She moved her head to the other side and directly in front of her eyes was another dildo. This one was a huge pink one with a head on it to rival a door nob. ‘How the hell did that get there?’ was the first thing to enter Marcie’s mind as she blinked in disbelief at the pink monster while she pummelled herself with the golden dildo; ‘maybe these things were alive after all?’
Without another thought she picked it up with her free hand and felt its thickness. She felt twitches from her pussy as though it was demanding some attention from the big pink beast. With the twitches she felt her orgasm approach. She slowed the movement of the golden dildo and pulled it half out of her pussy before tilting it back to return pressure to her clit. At this precise moment she came, and the pressure on her clitoris felt as though someone much stronger than her was pushing down on the dildo from above. She shuddered and relaxed.
While she laid there on the bed she thought about stealing some of these dildos. She laughed to herself as she reached for her panties, but as she reached for them she saw the pink dildo again. It was as though the damn thing kept leaping back in front of her. She dropped her panties and picked the dildo up. Her wet pussy began to twitch angrily again for attention, so she simply had to oblige it.
This time Marcie decided to take off her top. She did this and let her ample breasts tumble out; she didn’t like to wear a bra in hot weather. She was completely naked on the bed and all she wanted to do was get that pink dildo shoved inside her already dripping wet pussy. She grabbed it and laid herself down again.
The pink beast was a little tighter to get in, despite the wetness of her pussy. The head of it was really quite large. When it finally slipped in it felt fantastic. Marcie pushed a little further and could feel every inch enter her. It was lovely. When she started to pull it out she felt as though she were going to turn herself inside out; it was so thick. She grabbed the golden dildo from its position on the bed next to her and she applied it with gentle pressure onto her clit. She moaned loudly again, but this time she didn’t look up to see if the cavalry were coming to her rescue.
“Oh fuck yes!” She screamed out. Her face was contorted as she approached her second climax. Her body shook in convulsions with the intense power of her orgasm, and with her eyes closed she let go again and dropped both dildos as she relaxed all her muscles.
Marcie glanced at her watch and quickly realised that the guy who showed her down there would probably be soon returning. She jumped to her feet and grabbed her clothes. She scanned the room almost professionally in order to find where she should really be. There, she saw it, a tiny little booth with a mixing desk inside and various other things. She entered and pulled her clothes on quickly.
Before she had time to empty her bag, the door was opened and a couple of guys and a woman walked through.
“That was wonderful!” Said the tall, important looking man as he approached the booth. The man behind him smiled and nodded his agreement.
“We’ve been inundated with calls and emails about you!” said the short blonde woman next to Mr. Important.
“Me?” said Marcie, unsure exactly what they were talking about. She was beginning to think they were talking to the wrong person, or they’d even come to the wrong studio.
“Yes! The cam show,” said Mr. Important, “the website members loved it!”
“I don’t understand,” said Marcie. But then the realisation hit her like a bucket full of cold water in the face. There must have been a camera on somewhere. ‘Shit!’ she thought. “I was on camera wasn’t I?” she asked resignedly.
“Yes you were,” replied the other man, whilst his colleagues smiled. “You were on the secret webcam we have in here that allows the members of the website to control its position. You mean you aren’t here to try out for the show?” He asked in mock incredulity.
“No …I’m here about …the music,” stuttered Marcie, “I just got a little carried away with the whole thing that’s all.”
“Well, it’s alright!” Laughed Mr. Important, as the blonde woman stroked Marcie’s arm in a reassuring way, “you can have a job here if you want. Did you enjoy yourself?”
Marcie paused a little and allowed the situation to sink in before replying, “Yes, do you know I think I did!”
End