So because he was a nice guy he would be constantly fucked around by women.  The last one he had slept with one of his friends while he was in the bath.  She told him to get out when he caught them at it in the bedroom.  Did he complain?  Did he fuck; he just swallowed it down and walked away from the problem.  Some of Danny’s other friends used to tell him that one of these days he would explode into some kind of monster.  He needed a little luck.

The Website of the very sexy Camilla

Like many single men in their thirties, Danny spent a lot of his ‘alone’ time playing video games and watching porno on the TV and his PC.  He was a member of quite a few porn pay sites.  His favourite website by far though was not a hardcore porn site at all, it was for the sexy glamour model Camilla and it was called Club Camilla.  She was his favourite girl off the TV.  She would bounce around his screen on the late night babe channels (on Babestation I think), and Danny would call her up on the phone and wank himself off.  Camilla never ceased to impress him, or get him off.  He considered himself deserving of the late night phone calls and the internet adult website memberships; after all, he worked virtually seven days a week and was usually too tired to do anything other than have a pot noodle and a wank by the time he got home.

However, there were rare occurrences when he did get a day off.  And on one of those particular days Danny had the time of his life.  It began as usual.  He got up and prepared to go out to work.  He only had one job on that day, so he was looking forward to getting off work early.  Just as he was on his way out the front door the telephone rang and the job was cancelled.  ‘Yes!’ he thought to himself instantly.  He wasn’t concerned about losing the work (he had enough of that), he was only happy that he’d now got the entire day to himself.  He logged into ClubCamilla.com and unzipped his trousers, ready for a wank.  Just as he made his way through to her members area the phone rang.  “Fuck!” He shouted, “Hello?” He continued, in a much nicer tone.

  “Yeah, hi I need some hot water fixing please at my friends flat.  It’s just not heating up,” said a man’s voice.

  “Has the pilot light gone out?”  Asked Danny

  “I don’t fucking know man,” said the man a little impatiently, “look I need the hot water quite soon so can you get over here and fix it now?” he paused.

  “Today?” asked Danny, rather stupidly, with his cock still firmly in his hand.

  “I can phone someone else?” Said the voice.

  “No.  It alright, give me the address and I’ll be there as soon as I can.”  Danny got the address and hung up.  His father had always taught him a good work ethic.  When the work is there you should take it because you never know how long things will last.  Danny often cursed his father for this.

He travelled halfway across London to get to the apartment in question, and when he arrived he was pleasantly surprised to find it a very nice, affluent area of the city.  He could bill the fuckers hugely for calling him out on his day off, he thought to himself.

The door was answered by the man who made the phone call.  He looked a little odd, almost eccentric looking.  His hair was all over the place like Christopher Lloyds in Back to the Future.  He wore a dirty suit and glasses, and he also had a very expensive looking camera around his neck.

  “This way,” said the mad looking photographer.

Danny followed him through a grand hallway and into a utility room where the boiler was tucked away in a cupboard.  “I’m working in the room next door if you need anything,” added crazy man, “so can I leave you to it then?”

  “Yeah sure mate, don’t worry about it.  I’ll let you know when I’m done,” said Danny politely.

  “Sure, just don’t take too long about it because I need the water for my work.”

Danny wondered what kind of work a mad looking photographer could be doing with hot water.  This passed when he got his head buried in his work.  ‘Ah’, he said to himself, ‘the printed circuit boards fucked’.  He pulled out a slightly burned circuit board and headed into the next room.  He knocked and entered.

HOT UK BABE

What he saw before his eyes was something straight out of a dream he had virtually every night.  There before his eyes was his favourite babe from the TV, Camilla.  Not only that, she was posing by the window in a black lacy bra and panties, with black fishnet, hold up stockings and high heels.  His cock leapt to attention and his mouth fell open.  He just stood and watched as Mr. Crazy snapped pictures and gave encouragement.  “Ah,” said the crazy man as he turned to look at Danny, “tell me we have hot water, I need to get this girl in the tub.”

  “Erm… I can’t… Well, no not yet,” stuttered Danny.

  “Hello,” called Camilla sweetly from across the room.

  “Hi,” said Danny stupidly.  He was still transfixed with her.  The sun streams flowing in through the window bounced off her thighs and lit the upper part of her body like an angel.  Danny was in heaven; in actual fact he thought he was going to wake up at any moment.

  “Hello!” shouted Mr. Crazy, “hot water?”

  “Right, yes… Of course,” said Danny regaining his composure.  Still looking at Camilla in front of the window he replied, “it’s the printed circuit board, it’s all burned up.”

  “And that means shit to me pal,” said Crazy, “can you fix it Bob?”

  “Yes I can,” sang Danny in a mocking tone.

HOT UK BABE CAMILLA

Crazy man continued to snap pictures of Camilla, and she started to move around again.  Danny felt his cock grow to a huge size in his boiler suit.  He couldn’t help it.  It stuck out like a wrench.  Even Camilla eyed it from the far side of the room.  Danny caught her eye as it rested on his cock.  She looked up into his eyes and smiled.

  “So you like photography do you Danny?” she asked, laughing and looking again at his huge hard on.  Danny was blessed with a big cock.

  “Are you still here boiler man?” said the crazy man impatiently, “don’t you have printed whatsits to be fixing?”

  “Yeah I do,” answered Danny.

  “Then go do it then!” said Crazy.

  “Actually I was answering Camilla,” said Danny sarcastically, “I do like photography.  And I think you’re a great model.  I’m a member of your website,” he said, instantly wishing he hadn’t.  Camilla coloured and turned her back, showing her fabulous arse.  “Right, I better get back to it then,” said Danny leaving the room.

SEXY STOCKINGS

When he left he stayed in the hallway and peeped around the door.  He couldn’t control his urges any longer, and before he knew what he was doing he dropped the burnt out circuit board to the floor and whipped out his cock.  He started to wank himself off with long firm strokes.  He watched Camilla bend slightly over in front of the window and gripped his cock harder, imagining that he was fucking her slowly from behind.  He wanted to pull her little black panties to one side and simply slide his big cock into her, up to its hilt.

She turned again and frowned into the doorway.  Shit!  She’d seen him.  He quickly wrestled with his cock to tuck it back in his boiler suit.  He darted for the next room and moved a few tools around on the floor to make it sound like he was doing something.

It was then he realised that if he got the water working he might get a chance to see her naked.  It was a long shot but he pressed on fitting the new circuit board.  When he’d finished he walked back through to the other room to give them the good news.

  “Alright,” he said cheerfully, looking around for Camilla, “You’ve got hot water I think.  Better try it out before I go.”

  “Can you just do it for me boiler boy?” said the photographer, “I’ve got to go out to the car and fetch some more lenses.  When he’d finished Camilla walked into the room wearing nothing but a large white bath towel.  She smiled knowingly at Danny.  She must have seen him, he thought.  Shit!  How much did she see?  Did she see his cock?  Did she see him wanking his cock?

  “Right, where’s the bathroom, I’ll have a look?” he asked.

  “I’ll show you,” said Camilla as she walked ahead of Danny across the hall.

  “Back in a moment my love,” called Mr. Crazy as he walked steadily out the door.

  “It’s down here,” said Camilla as she sashayed down the hall and took an abrupt turn to the right.

  Danny’s cock was aching so much he thought he might explode in his pants.  He followed her in and turned on the bath.  He put the plug in and watched the water rise.

  “I need to have bubbles in it,” said Camilla.  “It’s one of those naughty bath time shoots,” she laughed, “I’m sure you’ve seen the other one on my website haven’t you?”

  “Erm… Yes, yes I have.  I love it!” said Danny.

  “Tell me Danny, did you wank over it?”  Asked Camilla, out of the blue.  Danny felt a change in the atmosphere.  Could Camilla be flirting with him?  He couldn’t believe it.  He decided to go with it.

  “Yes I did, and I loved it,” he replied confidently.

DROPPED HER TOWEL

  “Would you like to wank off now, like you were doing in the hallway?”  Asked Camilla, much to Danny’s astonishment.  “It would make me all horny for the photo shoot.  I don’t mind you know.  Go on, get it out for me and let’s have a look.”  She dropped her towel and stepped into the bath.  What Danny was looking at was ten times better than he’d seen on her website.  As Camilla got herself into the bubbly water he wrenched out his cock and began wanking right next to her.  In fact at one point he almost smacked her on the side of the face with it as he whipped up and down like he was pumping a bicycle wheel.

He watched lower herself into the bath and allow the soapy water to lap against her lovely body.  “So have you called me before baby?”  she asked in her greatest telephone voice.

Click to visit Club Camilla

  “Sure have,” said Danny a little out of breath.

  “Tell me what you’d like me to do babe,” said Camilla.

  “I’d love to see your ass Camilla, I’m a big fan.  I always dream about shooting my cum all over it,” said Danny.  He was surprised at his lack of inhibitions.  But then, he reasoned, when you were wanking yourself off over a naked babe in the bath, your inhibitions had to disappear; it was inevitable.

  “Sure baby,” said Camilla, “watch this.”  She lifted herself out the bath a little and turned to show him the soap running from her tight, pert little ass.  Danny almost shot his load all over there and then.  He wanked himself faster than ever.  Camilla turned to look at him and reached out her hand to touch the end of his prick.  Some soap suds dripped from her fingers onto the end of his dick and she rubbed it in slowly.

GREAT ASS!

  “Holy shit!  I cannot believe this man,” said Danny out loud.  He was actually getting his nob rubbed by Camilla from Babestation and Clubcamilla.  How lucky could one man get, he thought to himself.

She smiled at him and stroked him a little more.  Then she gripped his cock like she wanted to pull it off and Danny left her to it completely, moving his hands away to watch in awe as his favourite TV babe wanked him slowly but firmly.

Camilla turned around fully and brought her other hand into play.  She worked Danny’s cock faster and faster, “Is that what you want?” she said, a little out of breath.  “Look at me!” She commanded, “are you going to cum before my photographer gets back?  Come on babe, let’s have it.”

Danny didn’t disappoint, and as he glanced down at Camilla clutching his cock in one hand and his balls in the other he shot a huge jet of spunk over her shoulder and onto the tiles behind her.  She pointed his cock down onto the bath mat until he’d finished.

Just then he heard the door open.  Camilla jumped back into the bath and wiped the spunk from the tiles.  Danny pushed the bathmat to the side of the room with his foot and tucked his huge dripping tool back into the boiler suit and safely back into his underwear.  It was as though they were both naughty school kids caught fooling around.  Danny left the room and met Mr. Crazy on the way out.

Camilla Lends a Hand to Danny

  “Any good boiler boy?” asked the obnoxious photographer.

  “It’s pretty hot sir, yes.  In fact I’ve got to say that it’s very hot.”  Danny smiled, wrote out a bill and went on home with a smile on his face to rival any man.

End

Jemma and Amanda

When they’re on the set of Babestation the girls are usually cheerful, and they nearly always know how to have a good time.  However, a couple of weeks ago Jemma Jey was having an uncharacteristically ‘down’ day.  She couldn’t raise a smile for love nor money.

Many of the other girls tried their level best to cheer her up, telling her about some of the calls they’d had, and some of the weird and wonderful things they’d been asked to do.  Dani O’Neal told her about how one gentleman caller had asked her to stand on her head and sing the national anthem; of course she told him to fuck off.

Nothing worked.  Jemma was due to go on live soon and the producers, camera crew, and even the make-up girls were as worried as hell.  They were so worried that they actually considered sending her home and calling in another girl.  This is not something they liked to do on Babestation simply because the babe in question had more than likely told her fans when she was going to be live on her Hot Babe blog.  It was in the producers’ best interests to keep the schedules.

Jemma got dressed into some pretty hot, sexy lingerie and sat in the make-up room with the girls, but she didn’t say anything.  Jemma was sad because one of her best friends had left the country to go off modelling around the world or something like that.  Anyway she was virtually inconsolable.  What none of the others knew was that this friend was also one of Jemma’s lovers.  Jemma liked lots of girl on girl action, and now her favourite had left the country she was contemplating life without her afternoon lesbian sex parties.

Hot UK Babe Dani O'Neal

Dani walked into the room behind Jemma and kissed her gently on the back of the neck.  Dani had also been in this predicament before, but she always seemed to find another female lover to fool around with after the show.  Nearly all the girls felt very horny after a night on Babestation.

Jemma barely reacted at all to Dani.  This was very odd because they had both acted out so many lesbian scenes before on their websites.  Dani had been involved with many of the other Babestation girls on her website, and Jemma was going that way too on hers.  Usually there was nothing more Jemma would have liked than to get some lesbian action from Dani O’Neal; or indeed anyone from Babestation.

Dani left the room to go on live.  She passed Amanda on the way and shrugged her shoulders at her.  “I don’t know what to do with her,” she said.

“What’s wrong?” asked Amanda as she flicked her long, wavy hair and grabbed Dani by the hand.

“Jemma’s so sad, I can’t cheer her up,” replied Dani, “see what you can do.”  Dani hurried off on set amid frantic calls for her.

Amanda approached Jemma.  She looked over Jemma’s shoulder and into the mirror.  She was met by a sad face.  Jemma didn’t really want to talk to anyone, but Amanda was a very close friend and she welcomed her smiling face.

Rather than talk about Jemma’s upset, Amanda decided to take a different approach.  “I’ve got a favour to ask Jem,” she said cheerily.  “I know you’re not feeling too good at the moment babe, but I really need to get you onboard with something.”

“What’s up,” asked Jemma, looking into the mirror and wiping a solitary tear from the corner of her left eye.  This was progress at least.  She hadn’t uttered hardly a single word since she’d arrived at the studio.

Amanda followed up her request while the going was good.  She was pleased Jemma had taken even the remotest bit of interest in what she was saying.  “Well, I need to do some more photo shoots for the website, and my members have all requested that I do some filthy lesbian stuff; you know the sort of thing,” she said, winking.  “Since most of my members are also members of your website, I figured that they might want to see the two of us.  What do you think?”  She looked hopefully into Jemma’s eyes and waited for her answer.

Now, this wasn’t at all a bad idea, Jemma thought.  She brightened up almost instantly.  She hadn’t had a lesbian sex scene with Amanda for a long time, and she always had a good time.  She looked into the mirror and eyed Amanda’s tits, squeezed together in their tight top.  Amanda always had such a fucking hot cleavage, she thought.

“Alright, I’ll do it,” she said with a smile.

Amanda was delighted.

“Great!”  She announced, as she looked around to see if anyone else had seen her snap Jemma out of her unhappy mood.  “I thought we’d do a little strap-on photo shoot?”

“Oh yes, sounds perfect,” said Jemma, “in fact, where is that bloody photographer when you need him, I’m in the mood right now.”  She sprang to her feet and threw her arms around Amanda tightly, squeezing her tight little arse as she did it.

“Hey!”  Shouted Amanda, “there he is!”  She pointed into the mirror when she saw the photographer walk through the dressing room.  “Stop right there man, we need you,” she said.

Before long the photographer and the girls were in the next room messing about with different ideas.  Amanda was the first to grab hold of a rather brutish looking, black strap-on dildo.  “I fucking love strap-ons,” she said with enthusiasm.

“Let’s see what you can do with it then shall we?”  Asked Jemma, now thoroughly cheered up.

“Alright girls, you just go ahead and do your thing and I’ll snap you as and when alright?” called the photographer from across the other side of the room, thinking to himself that he’d got the best job in the entire world.

Jemma was truly cheered up, and when she felt Amanda’s hands all over her body she felt even better.  Her pussy started to twitch in the tiny little panties she had on, and the atmosphere turned quickly to one of intense sexual pleasure rather than sad reminiscence of old friends.  This is what she loved most in the word, playing with her girlfriends, and whilst there were girlfriends around she’d take full advantage of them.

Amanda the Latex Babe

Amanda was feeling pretty much the same; the electricity in the room was powerful.  She stroked Jemma’s shoulders and leaned in to kiss her on the neck.  Jemma flinched to her touch, and it felt as though her skin was actually rising to Amanda’s lips.

Jemma strapped on the dildo and moved in towards Amanda.  Amanda stopped her and said, “Wait, I’ve got a good idea.”  Jemma stopped in her tracks.  “Take off the dildo babe and wrap me up in that latex tape.  I fucking love that stuff, it gets me so wet.”  Amanda was already wet, she needed no further encouragement, she just like the tape.  She always got off on being restrained in some way or other.

Jemma grabbed the tape and stretched it over Amanda’s tits.  She stopped for a moment and took off her panties.  Amanda reached down and stroked Jemma’s pussy delicately with three of her fingers before Jemma joined her with two of her own.  She buried her fingers deep inside her pussy and clenched her hot thighs on both of their hands.  Amanda groaned and winked at the camera.

“That’s great!” Shouted the photographer.

Jemma continued to wrap Amanda up.  She made a kind of mini outfit for her lover out of the latex tape.  It looked as though Amanda were wearing a boob tube type top and a mini skirt.  However, her tits were hanging out and her pussy was clearly visible; just how Jemma wanted it.

The photographer’s camera was flashing like crazy, and the light from the flash was bounding all around the room, making the girls even more excited than they were already; if that was indeed possible.

After this, Jemma tied Amanda’s hands in shackles hanging from the doorway.  Amanda didn’t resist of course, she loved it.  She pretended to pull her hands away from the door in a mock attempt at escape; purely for the benefit of the camera.  At one point she’d almost forgotten about the pictures because she was having so much fun!

Jemma dropped to her knees and moved her hands along the inside of Amanda’s long, sexy legs.  She felt incredible.  Jemma instantly returned one of her hands to her own pussy as she explored Amanda’s with the other.  When she flicked Amanda’s exposed clit with her long fingernails Amanda virtually collapsed in the doorway.

When Jemma followed up her clit flicking by burying her entire face between Amanda’s legs, Amanda sat down on her, allowing most of her weight to be supported by her lover.  Jemma was making her go week at the knees, and she felt as though she would climax at any moment.  Jemma always had a way of licking her pussy and Amanda loved it; she could never resist even if she wanted to.

“I want you to put the dildo back on and fuck me hard with it Jemma,” she said slightly out of breath, “do it now, because I want to have my orgasm with you fucking me.”

Jemma obliged and released Amanda’s hands before putting the big, knobbly black dildo around her waist again.  She felt powerful with it on, and she turned around to do a few poses for the camera.  Amanda bent over and opened her mouth to suck the end of it for the camera too.  Both girls were beginning to get a little impatient with the picture thing, and all they really wanted to do was fuck each other senseless.

That is exactly what Jemma went on to do to Amanda.  She pushed her over and stuck the dildo deep into her pussy without any warning.  Amanda squealed out loud before accepting the forceful entrance to her pussy.  As Jemma pulled it out Amanda came in torrents, she leaked her pussy juice all down her legs, dampening the floor even.

Jemma pulled out the dildo and looked down at it.  It was amazing the way it glistened in the flash from the camera, and it was a sight she would never tire of.  She turned to the photographer and smiled while she worked her hand up and down the shaft of the strap on dildo.

“Fuck, this is great girls,” said the photographer, “let’s go over here to the next room, it’s a bit darker and we can do some close up shots.”

All Jemma and Amanda really wanted to do was stay here and play with each other, but they both moved reluctantly to the next room.  This was the way they both got to play with other girls on a regular occasion so they both new better than to complain too much.  If they complained then all the sexy, lesbian photo shoots would end.

They moved into a small chamber next door.  It was cosy, warm and inviting with a huge fake fur rug on the floor.  Both girls fell to it immediately.  The photographer was struggling at one point to actually decipher which girl was which.  Just when he thought he was looking at Amanda’s arse, he was presented with Jemma’s.  However, he didn’t complain.

Pretty soon the two lovers adopted the ever popular 69 position.  Jemma finally got the attention her pussy deserved.  She relaxed and let Amanda’s tongue work its way all over the bottom half of her body.  Her tongue found every one of Jemma’s most sensitive places.  She was well aware about where Jemma liked to be touched.  Jemma started to tense her legs and she reached out her hands to press Amanda’s face further into her aching, wet pussy.

She was presented with Amanda’s pussy above her own face like some form of floating object, and as she started to shudder to a climax herself she shoved her face upwards, straining her neck, in order to make Amanda feel the same pleasure as herself.

When Amanda felt Jemma’s chin butt against her pelvic bone and her tongue slip with ease inside her pussy she felt like coming again, almost instantly.  Her face was wet with Jemma’s pussy juice, and just as she started to lick around her lips and wipe her face clean, Jemma hit a spot just below her clit that made her collapse.  She fell straight onto Jemma beneath her and felt her friend’s big tits escape to either side of her body as they pressed hard against each other.  Jemma let out a slight wheeze and cough, but didn’t stop licking Amanda’s pussy until she made her come again.

It was then that the two girls were interrupted by the photographer.

“That’s great girls, I’ve got just what I need.  It’s fucking great!”  Their photographer exclaimed and then waited for a reply.  “Girls?” he said quizzically as he watched them continue to lap at each other’s pussy like kitten in a milk bowl, “I said I’m done here,” he laughed.

“We didn’t!”  Shouted the girls simultaneously looking at the camera.  He snapped one last shot of them and left them inside the room; closing the door behind him.

End

Lilly Roma decided to do a bit of a dirty night time photo shoot; she wanted something that made her look a bit like a filthy hooker.  Eventually she decided to go to one of the most dirty, unsafe places in the city, so she ended up heading out to some dreadful bloody council yard at about 3 am.  On the way she was confronted with a variety of scary looking individuals and gangs of people hanging around.

Both she and the photographer found the experience a bit nerve-racking, but when they arrived they decided to get straight on with it.  Lilly always loosened up when she started to pose for a few shots.  She kept on her dress and started to walk a little way down a damp, badly lit pathway while her photographer snapped a few practice shots of her quite happily.  Her heels clicked in the quietness of the night and she looked around and smiled.  “This is fun,” she said, “Let’s go over there, against that wall,” she suggested, as she pointed towards the entrance of a filthy looking council yard.

FUCKING HELL!

“But there’s people in there,” he replied, “look.”  He pointed out the strange looking water wagons they used to clean the streets late at night.  Inside the trucks there were men sitting reading the paper and smoking.  Some of the workers had their truck windows open and when the Lilly listened carefully she could hear their rough voices cut through the night and straight to her ears; they were swearing and laughing out loud.  As soon as she took notice of these men in their trucks she felt enormously horny.  She turned to the photographer and opened her coat flirtingly, not specifically for a shot, it was more to demonstrate how turned on she was at the fact there was a group of men not too far away who could probably see them.  If they couldn’t, they’d soon see the flash of her photographer’s camera, she thought.

He took her picture when she flashed herself at him.  This was just warming her up.  She turned and leaned into the grubby wall, showing off just the bottoms of her lovely long legs.  Lilly had fantastic legs, and she was well aware of it; she would use them whenever she could.  She looked over her shoulder and regarded the angle she was being shot.  She looked down at her legs and marvelled at the silkiness of the holdup stockings she’d decided to wear and the striking red, high heeled shoes.  There was another two or maybe three flashes and then suddenly the noise from the trucks ceased; there was no more laughing or shouting.  She knew they were watching her and she felt even hornier.

  “You do know they’re watching us don’t you?” asked the photographer, beginning to fear for their safety and that of his expensive camera equipment.

  “I think they’re quite pacified right now don’t you?” laughed Lilly, “They seem to have got things quite in hand.”  She pointed over to the truck cabs where she could plainly see the drivers’ heads bobbing backwards and forward like some bizarre puppet show; they were quite clearly wanking themselves while they watched her.  She felt amazing and turned to give them a little wave.

She turned back to her photographer and got on with the shoot.  She stepped back against the rough brick wall, opened her dress all the way and ran her hand through her hair coolly and without effort.  The flash from the camera lit up her fabulous body, highlighting the skin of her thighs, just above the tops of her holdup stockings.  She looked down briefly and considered herself.  If she were one of those men in their trucks, she too would be wanking herself silly by now.  She laughed and cupped her big tits in their bra and thrust them towards the greedy camera.  Shot after shot fired off as the workmen continued to wank themselves.

IMAGINE BUMPING INTO LILLY ON THE WAY HOME!

“Take off the dress,” said the photographer, beginning to get into the whole idea a little more.  Clearly he’d stopped worrying about their safety and just wanted to get absorbed in the shoot.

  “Wait,” said Lilly, “get this.”  She put one leg up on the wall and pulled down at the side of her black g-string panties.  As she yanked her panties down a little further she faintly heard one of the drivers saying “fackin hell!”  She turned her back to the camera for a second or two and shoved her fingers in between her legs and took in the wetness of her pussy.  She managed to slip one finger inside herself before she turned back around again.

  “I think you’re enjoying this a little too much don’t you Lilly?”  Her photographer asked.  She was sure that he too had an erection.  She guessed it because he usually did when he was shooting her.  She thought about asking him to get it out but decided on something else instead.

  “Why don’t we ask a couple of them to join us?”  She said, pointing at the men in the trucks.

  “What!”  Shouted her photographer, “Are you fucking kidding?”

  “No!”  She said quite strongly.  “I’m sure they’d like to take part in a little group activity,” she said a little more sweetly.

Without waiting she turned to the photographer and ripped open her bra.  They both turned to the truck drivers and observed their wanking with increased vigour.  Lilly shook her massive tits into the camera and squeezed them together as she turned to the workmen to bounce them up and down.  If she’d learned anything from being on webcams it was that men loved to see her big tits bounce up and down.  “I bet they can’t fucking wait to get a load of me,” she said. 

And with that she strutted across to their trucks, heels clicking out loud in the night.  As she approached, two of the trucks on the end emptied.  The guys ran off to a building on the far side of the yard and Lilly heard the door slam.  There were two guys left and both of them had wound up their windows and put there cocks away.  Lilly approached the front of the trucks in nothing but her bra, panties, high heels and a pair of holdup stockings.  Both men had their mouths wide open. 

She shouted up to them, “Do you two want to get involved in a porno shoot?”  There was silence for about half a minute before one of the drivers opened his door and stepped out.  “How about it then?”  Asked Lilly boldly.  She looked him in the eyes.  She could tell he was only a young man.  Despite the dirt all over his unshaven face, and his filthy clothes, she could see the youth in his eyes.  She took his hand; it was filthy.  She looked at herself holding his hand as though she’d stepped out of her own body and she felt really horny.  All she wanted to do was wrench out this guys cock and get it wedged deep in her pussy while she bent over.

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Lilly lifted the silent man’s hand and placed it on her naked chest.  She lifted her huge tits out of their bra again and rubbed the worker’s hand all over them.  It didn’t take long for him to take the initiative, and soon he had both of his hands on her giant tits, pushing and squeezing them as though he were a child with a new toy.  Pretty soon her tits were covered with filth and her nose was filled with the odour of grease and dirt.  She couldn’t wait to get this worker’s cock out and in her hand.  There was nothing she wanted more at that moment in time.  But wait; yes there was.  She heard a cab door slam and looked up to see a taller, older looking worker in one of those fluorescent jackets approaching.  “Are you gonna save some of that for me love?”  He gruffly spoke like some kind of animal.

  “If you want some, come and get it,” said Lilly as she leaned into her young worker for a deep penetrative kiss.  She reached inside his blue boiler suit, popping open three of the buttons, and found his trousers with a huge bulge in them.  She expertly pulled out his cock and guided it into the fresh early morning air.  She wanked him slowly but firmly.  The older guy came around the back of her, and with his giant hands he stroked her arse, gently fingered the tops of her stockings, and got his cock out with the other hand.  Noticing that there were no flashes, Lilly glanced over to her photographer and found him with his cock in his hand too.  “Hey, you’re supposed to be getting this!”

  “I will, I will,” he said hurriedly, “I can shoot with one hand.”  He held up the camera and took a couple of shots.

  “I was talking about taking photos!”  Laughed Lilly as she bent her head back to kiss the older worker.

When she tipped her head back, the younger man stooped to cup her giant, milky white tits in his hand.  He sucked on her engorged nipples and pushed his whole face between her tits.  Before she knew what to do next, the grubby old worker from behind gripped the string of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles without hesitation.  He pushed her forward and bent her over the front of his colleague’s truck.  Here, he jabbed at her wet pussy with his thick, dirty cock.  Soon he was fucking Lilly hard from behind.  She winced a little as her big tits fell from the young workers grasp and hit the front bumper of the dirty wagon.

Hot Arse!

She shook roughly, with the older worker’s hands on her hips.  He was pushing and pulling at her as though she were an inanimate sex doll.  This made her heavy tits bang even harder on the bumper.  It started to feel almost nice.  Lilly put one hand between her legs and found her clit.  She pressed it softly in contrast to the hard banging she was receiving from the relentless worker.  Now she was bending over, her face was at just the right height to take the younger guy’s dick into her mouth.

She sucked him in deep like a long piece of spaghetti.  He loved it, and it wasn’t long before he was rocking to and fro with his colleague, stuffing their cocks in either end of Lilly like some strange rhythmic dance.  She moved with the unusual rhythm amid the flashes from her photographer.  The young lad’s cock in her mouth wasn’t too huge so she could easily take it all the way in.  She gulped on it and looked him in the eye, urging him to shoot his load.  He was clearly trying to keep the wolf from the door.  His face was contorted and she felt him tensing his prostate in an attempt to slow the flow.  Then suddenly her instinct told her now was the time.  She pulled her head off his cock and grabbed it firmly in her hand.

  “Come on boy!”  She shouted, “Spunk all over my face, I love it.”  She looked over at the photographer at precisely the right moment so that the jets of hot cum shooting all over her face were captured on camera with a flash.

  “Great!”  Shouted her photographer.

This must have spurred on the old guy behind because he fucked Lilly harder and harder.  Lilly began to moan a little, and she was a beginning to feel a little uncomfortable as her heels slipped and slid all over the gravelly ground.  She turned around to look at the brute who was shagging her senseless.  His face was also very contorted.  She looked him in the eyes and smiled.  This made him slow right down again, and Lilly replaced her fingers around her pussy.  She felt around his thick cock as it went in and out of her.  She gripped him with them when he went all the way in, almost preventing him from coming out again.  It was clearly winding him up to his climax.

The younger worker had put his cock away by now, but he clearly felt like he owed Lilly a favour.  He dropped to his knees, supported her big tits so they didn’t bang anymore, and licked them lovingly.  He moved one hand to join hers between her legs and she could feel his fingers touch his colleagues cock as it went in and out.  This made Lilly even hotter, and she pushed and pulled at her clit with increased vitality.  Soon she shuddered to climax and made herself soaking wet.  The flashes from the camera were all on the big worker from behind now as he pulled out his thick tool and let jets of cum shoot from the tip, over Lilly’s back, as far as her bra strap.  She stood up and felt it run down her back and between the crack of her arse.

  “Alright,” said Lilly calmly, just catching her breath slightly, “I think we’re done here, don’t you?”  She turned to her photographer.  He looked all red in the face and there was no longer a bulge in his trousers; she was pretty sure he’d finished himself off.  If he’d only waited, she thought, he could have had her in the car.

End

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However, this revolutionary had no plans to tell the world we evolved from apes.  This young driving instructor just wanted to make people feel more at home, and more comfortable on their lessons; learning to drive was stressful, she knew from her own experience.  She had some pretty unconventional plans to revolutionise the driving instructor industry, but she was a pretty clever girl, and knew that she’d get lots of business if she was the first to change the way things work.

It all started after her first few weeks of instructing.  She’d only managed to generate around ten students, eight of whom were men and boys.  Every one of these male students was as nervous as hell behind the wheel of the car.  Even those who wanted to learn fast and booked around 3 lessons per week still remained nervous; even after two weeks of lessons.  The driving instructor would go home in despair, unable to cope with the depressing state of her job.  She’d seen grown men cry and lose control behind the wheel of a car, necessitating her to slam the brakes on her dual control Nissan Micra.  I wasn’t just her desire to put these men at ease; she couldn’t afford to get her car smashed up either.

Robert was an eighteen year old boy who desperately wanted to drive so that he could get to work and back a lot easier.  He worked five miles from his home, and when he told the driving instructor how long it took him in the morning, and how cold it was in the winter, her heart went out to him.  She really wanted to help him drive, but Robert was one of the most nervous people she had ever met in her entire life.  He was the kind of boy who jumped if he saw a money spider on the back of his hand for goodness sake.  So this was her challenge.  How could she help this guy relax?  She stayed up half the night before his lesson in the morning and was still, sadly none the wiser when she picked him up outside his home at 9a.m.

  “Morning Robert,” she yawned as Robert approached the car.  She taken the time to get out and soak up a bit of air for a few minutes before he ventured out of his house; she figured the air might wake her up a little.

  “Morning,” said Robert meekly.  It was funny when she considered Robert’s behaviour, simply because he didn’t look the least bit meek or nervous to a passerby at all.  He was a tall, muscular lad for his age.  He had shoulder length dark hair and the beginnings of a beard.  She likened him to Clive Owen a little.

  “Are you ready to get going then?  Seize the day and all that,” she laughed as she opened the door.

  “I suppose so,” he said in a very uncharacteristically teenagerish way.

  “I’ve been thinking about ways to help you relax at the wheel, and I’ve just decided that I’m going to take you out of town first, even before you start driving.  I think that it might be all the other traffic perhaps.  Maybe you just need to get to know the car a little,” she said confidently; even surprising herself.

  “Alright then,” he replied happily.  She could see he’d already started to relax.

They arrived on the outskirts of town.  The roads here were quite rural and small, but they were virtually empty.  She climbed out and asked him to scoot over into the driver’s seat.  “Alright then, let’s go Robert,” she said cheerfully, with a friendly pat on the knee.

Robert checked his mirror, he signalled, and manoeuvred the tiny car back onto the road and set off a good pace.  He was visibly relaxed.  Everything was going great.  The sun was beginning to warm the car through the window and even the clouds appeared to be parting for the young Robert as he glided diligently along the country road like a professional.

Just as the driving instructor was becoming mesmerised by Robert’s seemingly innate ability to drive her car, a tractor hurtled around the next corner on the wrong side of the road.  Instantly Robert screamed and panicked.  The driving instructor grabbed the wheel and operated the dual controls whilst Robert covered his eyes, allowing her to take complete control of the situation.  She coolly steered the little Nissan onto a tree lined dirt track and reached across to turn off the engine.

Robert had his head in his hands.  He was shaking vehemently like a man who’d been attacked by a pack of dogs.  “Where the fuck did that come from?” he wailed at her, lifting his head for a moment and showing her the beginnings of some tears on his cheeks.

  “Hey, hey,” said the instructor as she put her arm around him lovingly, “it’s not about the mistakes, it’s about how well you did up until that happened.  And besides that tractor driver was an idiot.  He was travelling too fast on a road that couldn’t cope with it.  You did nothing wrong.”  She stroked his hair like a child and he rested his head on her shoulder.  “I couldn’t have expected you to deal with something like that,” she said reassuringly, “relax now.  We’ll get back in the saddle don’t worry.”  Before she knew what she was doing, her maternal instinct made her kiss him on the top of his head.  As soon as she’d done it she realised just how inappropriate it was.  She was about to move away, but she felt his shoulders drop.  They were no longer tense.

Robert was finally beginning to relax; and in such a stressful situation.  His hands were still shaking a little so the instructor picked them up and kissed them lovingly.  Her instincts were beginning to turn a little more primal now, and before she knew what was happening she found herself becoming very aroused.  She was getting moist between her legs.  Her pussy was beginning to twitch and call to her for some action.  Robert looked up into her eyes and felt the rising passions in the car too.  The windows had already begun to steam up.  She thought briefly, how strange it was that moments of crisis were capable of summoning this sort of sexual desire in virtually complete strangers; it must have been the basic human instinct to reproduce when the species was threatened, she reasoned.

Without further hesitation they kissed hard and deep.  Robert tasted fresh to her, fresh and young.  His tongue probed in and out of her mouth uncertainly, like a boy deciding whether or not to enter an alleged haunted house; a curious mixture of dread and early sexual awareness awakening inside him.  When she put her arms around him she felt him begin to relax.  They stopped kissing.  She placed Robert’s hand on her leg, just below her skirt where he could feel her naked skin.  She had nice skin, she’d always thought it.  She looked after her body.

Robert moved his hand up her leg and found the wetness of her panties.  Without any waiting he fumbled his fingers around the sides and found her hole.  He shoved two fingers inside her pussy quite roughly.  She loved his forceful naivety, and she opened her legs a little; slowly to indicate that he needn’t rush things.  In turn she moved her hand down to his bulging crotch.  She moved her fingers along the ridge of his hard cock beneath his constricting, skinny jeans.  She could feel just how much his pulsing cock needed to escape so she unzipped him, circled her hand around it and made it spring out like an angry Cobra on the attack.

IF ONLY ALL DRIVING INSTRUCTORS WERE THIS NICE!

Without thinking too much she simply put her head in Robert’s lap and took his entire length into her mouth.  She didn’t usually do blow jobs but it seemed the right thing to do; and besides, it was really relaxing him.   After a few seconds she realised just how good she was.  The last time she’d given head was about three boyfriends ago.  That guy had pushed her head down so far onto his big cock it put her off for a long time; she nearly choked to death.  This time it was different because she wanted to do it.  It was good for her to have a relaxed student.  What she wanted more than anything was a good pass record; it was good for business.  With this in mind, she pushed her big, wet lips down hard on Robert’s prick.  He gasped and tensed his thighs as she sucked and slurped on all the excess saliva that was seeping from between her lips and his thick shaft.  She shook his nob end around in her mouth like she was rinsing with mouthwash.  Occasionally her teeth caught the softness of his foreskin, just where it attached to his cock end.  He winced and twitched harder when she did this, leaving her unsure if he liked it or not.  She didn’t think too much more about it.

JUST FINE!

When she felt Robert’s hand on the back of her head she pushed off his cock straight away and looked him in the eye, with dribble running down her chin, and said, “don’t you fucking dare push my head down you little twat.  I don’t need that.  I’ll make you cum in my mouth if you leave me the fuck alone!”

  “Hey no problem,” said Robert calmly.  His cock twitched its way back into her mouth and seemed to stand with increased power since her outburst.  She thought to herself that Robert must like a bit of dominating.  Or perhaps it was just because she said she’d make him cum in her mouth.

  “Like that?” she asked from around the thickness of his dick.  She felt the blood pumping through his huge vein and knew the answer was about to present itself in a huge burst to the back of her throat.  Did she really want him to cum in her mouth, she thought?  Well, it didn’t feel so bad at the moment, and he was clearly relaxed.  She thrust her hand between her legs and flicked her clit as hard as she could with the very tip of her index finger.  She wandered briefly which one of them would climax first.  Slowing down on his cock, and speeding up between her own legs, she was beginning to think that it would almost certainly be her.  She slipped two fingers inside her soaking wet pussy as she pressed her clit like an unresponsive elevator button.  Her legs tensed, then spasmed and she came beautifully at the precise moment Robert shot three fast, hot jets of spunk into the back of her mouth and throat.  As she felt it inside her mouth she changed her mind about the whole idea and opened her mouth, allowing his cum to dribble out the sides.  She looked up into Robert’s eyes and saw the absolute bliss in them.

  “Oh yeah!”  He said, reaching for her head and then remembering not to.  It was then that she realised just what it was that was turning him on so much.  It was the hot cum dribbling down her chin onto his trousers that was getting him off.

  “Feel better now?”  She asked as she sat up and wiped her mouth with a windscreen cleaning cloth.  She opened the window and spat the rest of Robert’s seed out the window.  When she leaned back into the car she found Robert all fastened away.  “Right, are you ready to carry on now sweetheart?”

  “Do you know, I think I am,” said Robert confidently.

And that was it.  That was the way the driving instructor realised how to relax her students.  Robert drove perfectly for the rest of that lesson.  And strangely enough he drove perfectly for all of his lessons, right up until he decided it was time to take his test; which was after quite a few more lessons than the driving instructor had planned.  She wasn’t too worried about it because it was more work for her.  And after Robert she was inundated with young men, quite literally bursting to learn to drive.

Marky was a fireman, and like some firemen, he visited places of business to advise on safety and check fire alarms and prevention equipment on a regular basis.  It wasn’t a part of the job he particularly liked but one that had to be done.  Marky just shut his mouth and continued to visit dull, relatively uninteresting offices and factories.

One day however, Marky got to visit a very interesting place indeed.  He was called to a T.V studio.  Just the prospect of meeting people off the telly got him quite excited, and all the way there he was humming to himself and dreaming about all the things that made him happy.

When Marky arrived at the studio he was greeted in the reception by a very beautiful young woman who seemed quite taken with his uniform.  He liked the attention and flushed a little red when she looked him up and down.  “Hi,” she said brightly, “I bet I know what you’ve come to do!”  She said this rather strangely in Marky’s opinion, and he wondered for a moment whilst the young receptionist gazed into his eyes and almost swooned.  Marky was a handsome young man, and very much what many women dream of; especially in his fireman’s uniform.  He was around six foot one or two inches tall, had a fit looking physique, dark brown hair and big, baby blue eyes.

YOU NEED A BIG HOSE FOR THAT ONE!

“Your name?”  She asked, snapping out of her trance for a moment to lead him over to a big book on a nearby desk.  He told her his full name and signed in.  “I see by this, unless there is a mistake,” she said smiling, “that you are to wait in studio five.”  She smiled at him and took him by the hand.  “I’ll show you the way.”

  “Thanks,” said Marky, naively wondering why this girl was being so very helpful.

She led him into an elevator and up a few floors onto a relatively quiet floor.  As he walked along a narrow passage he diligently looked out for extinguishers, alarms and fire exits.

  “In here Marky.  You don’t mind if I call you Marky do you?”  She asked as she opened the door and led him into a room with nothing but a chair and couple of cameras in it.

  “Not at all,” he replied, “is this where you want me to start?  It just seems a little odd that’s all.”

  “Why odd?”  She asked.

  “I thought I might be starting in the entrance and working my way through the building,” he said.

  “Good God man!”  She exclaimed as she walked for the door, “you’d have to have some energy for that,” she laughed.  “You’re a funny guy Marky.  Someone will be with you in a minute.”

  “Oh, alright,” he said, reasoning that this was just a place to keep him until the next person arrived to tell him where to start his checks.

He didn’t have to wait long before a man in a pair of sunglasses appeared.  He didn’t come completely inside the room; merely poked his head around the door.  “Hi, I’m Jason,” he said, “Can you do me a favour?”  Marky nodded, completely unaware.  “Grab that cam off the stand and hold it over your shoulder.  There should be a red flashing light near the record button.  All you need to do is press that when the action starts and point it down and get as much material as you can alright.”

Marky looked confused.  “Material?” He asked nervously, “I’m not sure what you mean by that.”

  “Didn’t they explain anything to you?” Asked the head around the door.

  “No, they didn’t, I’ve just come to…,” Marky was interrupted.

  “Yes, it appears we are the only people who do know why you’re here.  Nice outfit by the way, that should get things going,” said the head.

  “Yeah, thanks.  I think the receptionist liked it anyway,” said Marky confidently.

  “Yes, anyway, back to fundamentals,” said the head, clearly unimpressed, “you’re going to get a blowjob and all we want is for you to film it over your shoulder.  You know, basic point of view stuff really.  Alright?”

  “Erm…,” stumbled Marky.  He was shocked to his very core.  A blowjob?  What kind of a studio was this anyway?  He was in a state of panic as the head started to disappear.  Marky was about to protest and shout out there had been a huge mistake but then thought fast.  Wait a minute, he thought to himself, a blowjob didn’t sound bad news at all.  He could get some head and then explain the mix up afterwards; or maybe just shut his mouth and pretend he never showed up to do the fire checks.

Marky’s cock began to twitch around in his shorts.  No fucking way! He was so excited to be here now it was unbelievable.  He was going to get his cock sucked, probably by a talented porn star; days at work didn’t get better than this.  It must be a reward for time served or something.  He grinned to himself and said nothing.  He began to imagine the classy, Italian looking receptionist girl walking in and dropping to her knees, she was clearly impressed by him earlier; she’d give some good head.

After a couple more minutes, and after Marky had figured out how to work the camera, the door opened again and in walked a couple more guys.  What now, thought Marky, impatient to get his tool sucked.  He recognised the first guy as the head from around the door.  The other guy was massive.  He was even taller than Marky; must have been nearly seven foot in full.  He was packed with solid muscle, made visible due to his denim jacket that had ripped off sleeves.  Marky looked him up and down and decided that he must be gay.  There was no way on this earth that a guy would grow a moustache like that anymore and wear those types of clothes, as well as looking after his physique in that way; in fact, Marky felt a little gay making these observations and identifying with the man.

"Mr Gay"

Mr. Gay approached Marky and smiled.  “Hey, nice outfit man,” he said in a gruff, powerful voice.  Perhaps he wasn’t gay, thought Marky briefly.  He quickly realised at that moment that he was rendered pretty much incapable of identifying a homosexual, simply due to his pathetic heterosexist assumptions.  He smiled back at Mr. Gay, and at that precise moment the big hulk of a man dropped to his knees and grabbed hold of Marky’s trousers.

  “Press record please,” called the voice of the head from the opposite end of the room.

  “What the fuck!” Shouted Marky as he jumped back and dropped the camera on the floor, “what the fuck are you doing?”

  “There is no script to this Mr. Fireman, so if you wouldn’t mind just getting it out, I have several more to shoot today,” said the dispassionate voice of the head in the corner.  Mr. Gay looked up at Marky’s face and clearly saw there was a problem because he stood and backed off.

  “Get the fuck out of here man,” said Marky shaking his head and fumbling for the camera on the floor, “I didn’t realise a guy would be doing this!”  He had a mixture of emotions, all at the same time.  He felt a little sick, he felt sorry for rejecting Mr. Gay, and he felt guilty for dropping their camera on the floor.  He picked it up and hugged it close to his chest like some form of security blanket.  “I only came to check the fucking fire alarms, exits and extinguishers.  I’m from the station.  This isn’t a fucking costume guys, it’s a real uniform!”

  “Oh sweet Jesus!”  Said Mr. Gay.  He walked out of the room, clearly embarrassed by the situation.

  “Check the fire alarms?  You’re kidding right?”  Said the head man.

  “No, I’m not honest man, I’m not,” said Marky in a panic.

  “Alright, calm down pal.  I am so sorry about this, but I told you about getting a blowjob, you knew… Oh, I see, wait a minute,” said the head, “you thought you’d get a little action with the job today.  You didn’t expect a gay scene though did you?”  He laughed so hard that he nearly fell over.  “I’ll send someone in to see you about the alarms pal, don’t worry.”

Marky sat down on a nearby chair and felt his heart beat through his coat like a fucked clock.  He couldn’t believe how close he’d come to getting his nob sucked by another guy.  He was just about to get up and leave, saying bollocks to the alarms, when the door opened again and the receptionist walked in.  “I heard about what happened,” she said.  “Such a silly mistake, but don’t worry.  Do you want me to show you around the place now?”  She asked so sweetly, and Marky was very tempted to take the tour but all that filled his head was the image of Mr. Fucking big gay fella sucking his cock; he shivered a little before replying.

  “I think I’d much rather go home, I can’t get that image out of my head,” he replied weakly.

  “Maybe I can help,” said receptionist girl.  She approached him and fell to her knees.

  “What the…,” he decided to just shut up and enjoy himself.

He looked down at her and the sight almost made him feel like filming it.  She had the most beautiful long brown hair.  She was Italian looking and very sexy.  Her face was olive skinned and her eyes were of the deepest brown.  He looked straight into them when she popped his cock into her mouth for the very first time.  Her eyes smiled back at him, content in the knowledge that he was now happy.  At first Marky thought that his sexy, Italian looking hostess might be very delicate and give him the long gentle type of blowjob, but he was certainly mistaken.  Before too long receptionist was sucking on his cock like an out of control Dyson.  Marky was forced to fall back into the chair just to prevent his legs from giving way.

He’d stopped looking at her head because it moved so fast up and down his cock that it was futile; he could no longer see her face.  Stretching out his legs as far as he could on either side of her body he tried not to tense his muscles and relax his entire body.  He really wanted her to bring him off without any help from him.  This was certainly not one of those blowjobs where he felt embarrassed and mildly annoyed to be taking so long.  Marky really wanted to keep the wolves from the door so to speak, he wanted it to last forever.

Receptionist’s lips felt like two silky cushions sliding up and down his cock.  It was as though they had managed to stay soft and dry whilst the inside of her mouth was soaking wet.  Marky felt every nerve in his cock stand to attention in order to pay homage to this beautiful girl sucking his cock; the feelings were completely involuntary and exactly how he wanted them.  Just as he was relaxing back in his chair she came up for air.  The sudden stop almost made him cum as his cock popped out of her tight lipped mouth.

  “Do you want to face fuck me Marky?”  She asked quite matter of factly.

  “Oh yes please,” said Marky as though he was answering a waitress who asked if he wanted onions with his order.  He reached down and stroked the sides of her lovely hair.  He almost decided not to.  She was too perfect.  However, the reason he didn’t want to fuck her face was precisely the same as the reason he did want to.  Self serving behaviour will always win through in the end, he thought to himself as he grabbed her hair quite roughly.  She winced a little and was about to say something before Marky stifled her words with the nob end of his cock in the back of her throat.  He fucked her head quite hard and she started to gag on his length.  When he looked down at her this time, she didn’t look as pretty as she did in the beginning.  Instead she looked really fucking filthy, and very sexy.  Marky pulled his cock out occasionally and slapped the side of her head with it.  Saliva was running down receptionists chin and dripping onto her knees as she did her best to stay in one place for Marky to carry on fucking her head. 

  “I’m going to cum babe,” said Marky giving ample warning.  She pushed on the front of his thighs.  It was the only way to get him off her face.  His cock pulled out and dripped with saliva and goo.

  “Cum on my face Fireman!”  She shouted at him as she grasped his slippery pole and wanked it.  Within seconds he squirted her face with explosions of hot cum.  She licked her lips and looked into his baby blue eyes as she did it.  Marky felt his cock twitch and he looked down to see it tapping receptionist on the nose as though thanking her for a service well done.

Marky never did get his fire checks done that day, but he did manage to secure a couple of dinner dates with the Italian looking receptionist.

End

The Silver Fox was a name we gave to my boss.  He was in his late fifties or sixties, with silver hair and matching RAF style moustache.  In fact he was a dead ringer for Des Lynham off the telly; everyone thought it when they saw him.  In fact, he had been mistaken for Des on several occasions, and even propositioned to act as a lookalike once or twice.

Well the Silver Fox is a recruitment consultant.  Well to be more precise, as I’m sure he would like it, he is in fact the Recruitment Director (in capitals to emphasise his importance).  Silver Fox loves people.  He is a people person.  More to the point, he loves girls!  Absolutely cannot get enough of them.  This story details an exploit the dirty old Fox had with a couple of girls on a visit to another office.

This was quite an important client as I recall, and they needed the best recruitment consultant they could lay their hands on.  Seeing the perfect opportunity to bolster his ego and meet some girls, the twitching moustached Silver Fox decided it was a job for the Director.

When he arrived at the other office he was greeted with a volley of questions and strange looks.  “Who the fuck?”  Said one man, bumping into the water dispenser.

  “It can’t be!”  Said another whilst he stapled his hand.

  “Des bloody Lynham,” said a fat looking gentleman in an ill-fitted suit.

Silver Fox was quite used to this wherever he went.  He merely raised his head above the desks of the great unwashed like he was testing the breeze before his opening swing on the first par three at The Grove in Hertfordshire.  He loved the attention.  He walked straight to the end of the office, not knowing where the hell he was supposed to be going, and collared the first woman that crossed his path.  “I am here to see Miss Short and Miss Curly,” he said rather brusquely, “I am the Recruitment Director.”

  “Oh, alright, Mr?”  Asked the woman nervously; clearly humbled by the presence of the Silver Fox.

  “The Recruitment Director,” replied Silver Fox, nonchalantly refusing to answer.

  “Yes, of course.  If you could just wait in here Mr. Lynham, I’ll….,” she stopped suddenly realising her mistake.  “Oh I am dreadfully sorry, it’s just that you look so much like…”

  “Yes I know dear, don’t worry about it, I get it all the time,” said the Fox, kicking himself for not realising earlier that the woman he was talking to had large, partially exposed breasts.  He put his arm up on the wall, leaned, and crossed his leg in an attempt to be aloof.  She did not appear impressed.

  “This way,” she said showing the way into quite a dark room with all the venetian blinds down, “I’ll tell the girls you’re here.”

Fox didn’t have to wait long.  He was seated with his back to the door reading a dreadful flip chart presentation about health and safety in the workplace; he loathed presentations.  He turned when he heard the door close, not open.  There were two startled gasps from the opposite end of the room.

  “Oh my!  I had no idea you were here Mr. Lynham,” said a young blonde woman, “did we have an appointment?  What is it we can do for you?”  She asked.  Fox remained quiet and just soaked up the appearance of these two, naive yet beautiful sirens before him.

The blonde woman was rather thin, but very beautiful.  Her hair was curly and shiny, and just below the shoulder.  From his distance he could make out that her face was pretty much free of make-up, her beauty was more natural looking.  The clothes she wore accentuated her slender figure.  She had on a tight pencil skirt and a white blouse, tucked in tightly at the waist.  She had high heeled shoes and stockings or tights.  Silver Fox looked her up and down again and used his vast experience to reason that she must be wearing tights; the skirt would be too tight for stockings, even hold ups.

The brunette had short, virtually cropped hair, and the Silver Fox’s moustache twitched a little as he tried to gauge whether this woman was in fact gay or not; no, he reasoned, perhaps just a feminist.  She had a much fuller figure, with the classic hourglass shape like all his favourite old movie stars; he was instantly attracted to her.  She was wearing a looser looking skirt, and she too had nylons on.  It was quite possible, reasoned the Silver Fox, that this one had stockings on.  He thought about how much he would like to find out as the two of them approached him.

  “I must say, I am an admirer of yours Mr. Lynham,” said the Brunette, “my boyfriend doesn’t realise how sexy the older looking gentleman can be.  When he watched you on the sport programmes I used to get all steamed up,” she disclosed rather freely.  Silver Fox couldn’t believe his luck.  There was no way on earth he would let them know who he really was now.

  “Are you going to do a show with us Mr Lynham?”  Asked the blonde, Miss Curly he guessed by her hair; the other one was clearly Miss Short.

  “A show?”  He queried, “and please call me Des,” he added, capitalising on his new admirers’ ignorance.

  “Well, we are a production company Mr…” said the brunette stumbling over her words, “I mean Des.”  She paused, flushed red in the cheeks and added, “I can’t believe I’m actually meeting you.  We meet lots of celebs in our business, but none so distinguished as yourself.”

  “We both like the older, more experienced gentleman Des,” added the blond Miss Curly.

  “Well,” laughed Silver Fox, “I like the younger less experienced woman.”  Both the girls laughed uncontrollably and Miss Short, the brunette dropped her note book on the floor.  When she bent forward to retrieve it, the Fox caught a glimpse down the front of her blouse and saw a fantastic set of tits.  His cock hardened instantly.

  “So, Des,” said the blonde, “do you get much action from the younger woman?” Silver Fox was quite surprised at the directness of this question and looked rather strangely at her.

  “I do alright, when I get the chance,” he replied.

  “Get the chance?  Does that mean you struggle at your age to…well, you know?” she added.

  “No, certainly not!”  Fox exploded, “I could sort you two out for breakfast!”

  “Oh Des, really?”  Laughed the brunette, “Can you get it up now for us?”  She asked.  As she said this she looked at her blonde colleague and nodded her head knowingly.  Miss Curly walked over to the office door quite coolly and locked it.  She turned back towards Silver Fox and smiled.

  “Let’s find out shall we?”  she laughed.

  “Erm…,” stuttered Fox “are you really quite serious?”

  “Never more so Des,” said Miss Short as she started to unbutton her blouse to reveal a rather beautiful lacy white bra.  “Does this help get it up old man?”  She laughed and touched his leg.

  “I’ll show you old man,” said Fox getting to his feet.  He unzipped his trousers and allowed his antique weapon to spring into action.  It stood out alert and ready like the barrel of a trusty pistol.  Within an instant Miss Curly was on her knees.  Fox grabbed the back of her head and impaled it on his cock.  She moaned and the vibrations made his balls quiver beneath him.  He twitched in her mouth.

It wasn’t long before Miss Short was on her knees also.  Having provided a little visual stimulation for Silver Fox by removing her top and allowing her large tits to tumble from their constraints, she went underneath Miss Curly’s head and began licking the Fox’s balls.

Silver Fox threw his head back in bliss and nearly tumbled backwards over his chair.  Both girls grabbed one of his legs and steadied him as they shared his cock greedily between them.  “You, blondie,” said Silver Fox forcefully, “bend over that desk and let’s see if we can’t get through those nylons.”

Miss Curly took his cock from her mouth and willingly hoisted up her tight skirt so that when she bent over her shapely ass pushed it past her waist.  Fox was right, she was wearing tights.  He pushed Miss Short from between his legs and instructed her to do the same while he pulled at Miss Curly’s tights.  They came off easily and so did her tiny little black panties.  When he glanced over at Miss Short he found himself to be right again, she was wearing stockings; with lacy tops to them.  He wasted no time in pulling her panties to the side over her right, big arse cheek.

“Fantastic!” he exclaimed as he slapped both of the beautiful asses at the same time, “now we’ll see what this old timer can do for you won’t we?”  Fox quickly removed his shoes, jacket, trousers and underpants.  He left his shirt and tie on for quickness.  The two girls were glancing over their shoulders, clearly surprised at the size and erectness of Des Lynham’s cock; neither of them yet figuring out it wasn’t him.

He entered Miss Short first.  He pushed his cock, unforgivingly up to its hilt, deep into her pussy and she moaned out loud; Fox still felt like he had something to prove.  “Do you like that?  Do you?  I bet you bloody well do,” he said confidently.  He reached over and buried his left hand between Miss Curly’s legs and made her quiver.  He found her clit quickly and teased and pinched it with the expert hands of a pussy veteran.  Fox had been around the block and knew how to touch all the right buttons.  Curly moaned out with Short and the two of them were forced to stifle their screams lest someone should come in and discover what they were up to.

While he fucked Miss Short he looked into the glass window on his right hand side and saw her large tits pressed down hard against the surface of the desk she was bent over.  It spurred him on even more and he quickened his pace.  He brought his right hand into play on her pussy, tickling his own balls on his way to find her swollen clit.  He only had to flick and press it a couple of times before Miss Short came uncontrollably, soaking his groin area.  She moaned and collapsed onto the desk breathing heavily.

“One down,” said Fox suavely.

He pulled out of Short and she virtually fell to the floor; it was as though his cock alone was the source of her animation.  Without further ado he pushed deeply into Curly’s pussy.  Despite her wetness, she felt a little tighter, and as he found his way in he hit her huge clit.  It was impossible to miss.  Having satisfied Miss Short, Fox contented himself with the fact that he could bring both his hands into play on Curly.  He held onto her hips and banged her like no tomorrow.  Curly’s breath was well and truly robbed from her as she rocked back and forth on the desk beneath her.  Fox was loving every minute of this encounter and all he wanted to do was get them both on their knees again so he could shoot his goo all over them.

Thinking about this made his cock twitch and throb even more, and he pulled out of Miss Curly for a moment.  He pushed her as far over as he could with one hand and whacked at her clit with his big cock with the other, like he was hammering a nail into a tough wall.  Within seconds Curly was coming; and she was doing it very loudly.  Short leaned across quickly and put her hand over Curly’s mouth to stifle her squeals as she let go all over the table.

Fox watched the two of them slide off the table and leave a couple of sweaty damp patches in their place.  He stood over them and wanked his hard dick over their used bodies.  He felt triumphant.  Both Short and Curly seemed to know exactly what he wanted so they got to their knees and opened their mouths directly underneath his furious wanking.  “Are you ready girls?” he asked without waiting for an answer, “because I’m going to explode all over your face!”

Both of them just nodded at him and looked on like a couple of puppy dogs waiting for their treats for performing well.  Sure enough they didn’t have to wait long because after a few more firm strokes the length of his cock, and a flick of Miss Short’s delicate tongue, Fox exploded in jets of hot spunk. 

“FORE!” Shouted the Silver Fox, as the jets of cum kept leaping from his cock and landing on the delicate faces of his beautiful hosts.  He looked down at the two of them and they were completely covered in his jizz.  He loved it; they even still had their tongues out.

“Des!”  Said Miss Short, “You’re definitely the man for us!”  Fox blushed and reached for his trousers as the girls wiped their faces clean.  This wasn’t going to be easy to explain.

End

JEMMA JEY

My name is Nola and I work as a graphic designer with my friend Celia.  We work mainly on sex sites and solo girl sites in particular.  There isn’t much that Celia and I won’t do in order to make a girl’s website something very special indeed.  This is the story about how much fun I had creating Jemma Jey’s website with Celia.

Celia and I often worked late when the others had gone home or down the pub.  Sometimes we joked that we were the only ones who ever did any real work on the websites.  On this particular evening in question we had just a little more to do before we could make the website live and both of us agreed to get it done before we went home.

That’s when something happened that we didn’t foresee.   We needed some more pictures, we were short of about five; someone in their wisdom had deleted them from the archives.  The pictures needed to be of Jemma Jey tied up in ropes, but we had no Jemma Jey.  It was then that Celia came up with a wonderful idea.

  “We don’t actually have to show Jemma’s face do we?”  Asked Celia, “In those pictures I mean.”

  “No I suppose not,” I said, “but what do you mean?”  I asked.  Then it hit me.  “You’re not thinking that we can do this ourselves are you?”

  “Why not?”  She asked nonchalantly, “There’s nothing those smart arse photographers can do that I can’t, except get a huge erection whilst taking the pictures!”  She laughed raucously.

  “I’m not getting dressed up and then tied up,” I protested.

  “You don’t have to get dressed up, look at the pictures so far,” she said, gesturing to her monitor, “you see, Jemma is naked all but her panties.”  There was a pause.

  “No!”  I said firmly, “I’m not doing it.  For starters, you’ll tell them all in the office that it’s me on the site, and besides the members will know”

  “They won’t,” she said reassuringly, “besides; your body’s pretty similar to Jemma’s anyway.  We can edit the pictures a little; you know, touch them up.  We just won’t show your tits or anything.  Maybe the arch of your back with your hands tied behind?”

JEMMA JEY

The more she talked about it, the more I started to think that it was a good idea.  I knew that it was a better idea than getting Jemma back in to do the shots.  I wouldn’t be happy about having to come in to do the shots again because some fuckwit had lost them; and that said fuckwit would probably blame Celia and myself anyway.

  “Alright then!  For fuck sake, I don’t believe I’m doing this though,” I said.

  “Right, we need some rope, and we need you in Jemma’s pants!”  Celia laughed again so loud that it almost hurt my ears.

  “Alright, don’t get too excited then girl!”  I said, joining her.

  “I’ll look for Jemma’s pants, or at least something very similar and you go find some rope,” she said, beginning to organise her thoughts and calm down a little.

I rummaged around in various drawers and cupboards until I came to the office of our head of online.  I opened his door and walked in.  When I opened the first cupboard a huge blue dildo fell out onto the floor closely follow by a penis extender and surprisingly enough just what I wanted, a length of rope.  I still have no idea to this day what he wanted with the rope, the other things I can imagine.

When I entered our office I met Celia.  We both held up our quest items like prizes and laughed.  “They look just like her panties,” I said, taking the thong from Celia’s hand.  “Why do I have to wear them anyway?  Why don’t you dress up?”

  “I’ve got the wrong skin tone, and besides I’m a better photographer!”  She answered sarcastically.

I stripped down to my own panties in front of Celia.  I didn’t mind.  After all, we’d been in changing rooms together and the sauna.  However, I did go behind a desk to put the panties on.  I came out laughing at myself. “Do you want to look in the mirror?”  Asked Celia as she looked me up and down.

  “No, I don’t think so,” I said.  I felt unusual as Celia watched me approach her.  I felt as though I was putting on a show, and it didn’t feel all bad.

  “You look great!”  She said enthusiastically, “you should do this full time; you’d make more money perhaps.”  When she said this she reached around and slapped my ass.  I couldn’t quite believe it at first, but then I just laughed it off as though nothing had happened.  I actually felt wet between the legs.

  “Alright where’s the camera?  I’m ready for my close-up,” I said pulling a cheesy pose with my hands around my face like a frame.

  “First, the rope!”

Celia turned me around and started to bind my wrists in the thick rope.  She hurt me on a couple of occasions and I got the distinct impression that she was enjoying herself.  There was something about the way she was breathing heavily into my ears from behind.  It reminded me of my boyfriend when he leaned forward to fuck me from behind.  I got even wetter in the panties.

She tied the wrists tight, as tight as they would go.  “Isn’t that a little too tight?” I asked, feeling even more turned on.  My boyfriend had tied me up a couple of times in the past and we had lots of fun.

  “I think that’ll do fine,” said Celia breathing out deeply.  “You like this don’t you?”  She asked, “I can tell,” she continued not waiting for me to answer.  “I’ve been wanting to get you like this for ages you know.  To get in control of you and do things to you.”  She went silent.

At first I thought she was kidding, but the silence spoke a million words; she really did want me like this.  The funny thing was that I didn’t care.  I went along with it, just in case she was kidding; you never could tell with Celia sometimes.  This way I could make her back out first and laugh at her.  But just then I felt her hands on my naked thighs.  She stroked down the back of them all the way to the back of my knee and then back up again to my arse.

I moved a little but couldn’t really go far because I was off balance with my hands tied this tightly behind my back.  It felt enormously erotic to be tied in this way and unable to see Celia.  I thought for a brief moment that were we to look at each other in the face, we would probably both start laughing and call the whole thing off.  This was definitely not what I wanted; I loved every minute of this attention.

Before long one of her hands passed what I would call the point of no return, and it actually felt the wetness of my knickers.  I heard her gasp a little from behind me and then I felt the hand with a little more force rubbing against my wet snatch.

I didn’t move a muscle, only slightly squatted to allow Celia better access.  She certainly made good use of it, because without any more messing about she pulled my panties to one side and grabbed hold of my pussy like it was something that could be removed.  She rubbed in between its lips and spread out the moisture so it wet my bottom also.

I groaned and looked over my shoulder.  I caught her eye briefly, but it wasn’t the same Celia I work with day in and day out.  This woman was very different indeed.  There was a flash in her eye, and she darted me a look that said, ‘don’t move, I mean to have you!’

With that she dropped to her knees and buried her head between my legs.  I could hear her breathing heavily and it felt good to have a woman’s tongue between my legs.  Having my hands tied heightened the pleasure because I felt completely at Celia’s mercy.  I couldn’t even hold onto anything as my legs started to give way.  I have to depend upon her head holding me up as I virtually sat on her neck while she licked me.

My legs started to simultaneously tremble and then tense.  I couldn’t control it anymore and I came crashing onto the floor, only just supported a little by Celia’s hands that prevented me from breaking my nose.  I felt enormously erotic and my pussy was dripping wet.

“Fuck me!”  I commanded, although for the life of me I don’t know where it came from.

  “I intend to,” she replied, “I’ve wanted to do this for ages.”  Before I knew what was happening I felt something prodding at my pussy.  I couldn’t turn my head to see it and I could move away from it.  The feeling of helplessness was new and exciting, I’d never felt such exhilaration.

Then it entered me and I realised it must have been a dildo of some description.  I could feel all the ridges of it as it entered, and the huge nob end of it as it popped in and popped out of my wet pussy, making me moan with delight.  I came soon after it was taken in and out a few times.  Celia really knew where to put it.

  “I’m going to sit on your face Nola,” she said as she started to turn me over, “is that alright?”  She asked without waiting for a reply because when she turned me over I watched her slide her panties down her legs under her skirt.  She hovered over me and hoisted up the skirt over her waist.  I smelled her as she lowered herself.

I had never licked another woman’s pussy before, although I had always considered it.  The fact that Celia’s was within inches of my mouth however didn’t faze me at all.  It felt like the most natural things to do in the scheme of thing.  After all, my hands were tied behind my back, I was naked, and I’d just had my pussy licked by her.  I suppose I kind of owed her one.

Well, I decided to myself, if there was something I did know something about yet never actually tried, it was pussy licking.  I knew how I liked it, so as Celia’s pussy approached my waiting mouth I flicked my tongue out like a lizard and caught her exposed clit perfectly.  I made her moan and nearly drop completely on my face.

JEMMA JEY'S WEBSITE IS FUCKING HOT!

Eventually she positioned herself more comfortably and confidently onto her knees so that I could go to work a little easier and minimise the risk of her breaking my nose.  I lapped her up and she squeezed her thighs against my cheeks as I did it.  I found it a little difficult to breathe at times but I was getting enormously turned on again.

Celia leaned back slightly and found my waiting pussy again with the dildo.  She rubbed it’s big nob around my clit, alternating the pressure between firm and soft, bringing me closer and closer to another climax.  Just as I thought I was going to come, Celia let loose on my face and gave me wet ears.  She loved it.  As she relaxed on my face and moved back onto my chest a little she thrust her dildo inside me one last time and made me come again too.

We both stayed perfectly still for a couple of minutes, and then Celia got off me and stood without saying a word.  I tried to distinguish her facial features but it was getting a little dark in the office and I couldn’t quite make them out.  I felt satiated and I rolled over.  “Untie me will you babe?”  I asked

  “Sure,” she said a little nervously.  She untied me and I dropped my hands to the floor to relish the freedom.

I heard a little commotion, Celia rummaging through her bag or something, and when I turned over to see what she was doing I just managed to catch sight of her going out the office door.  “Celia!”  I shouted, but she didn’t come back.

The next morning at work Celia never turned in.  I was a little worried that we’d ruined our friendship after our antics the night before; but perhaps when she’d gotten over the embarrassment out relationship could be even better. 

I was approached by the boss later on.  He wanted to know the progress on the new Jemma Jey site.

  “Yeah, I got some great shots of Jemma all tied up boss!  You won’t believe it’s actually her!”

End

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

  “What’s the matter babe?” Said Jessica.

  “We missed the cab; the bastard’s gone without us!”

  “Great! Now what?  I don’t have anyone to pick me up, do you?”  She asked, imploringly.

  “Nope,” I said.  I started to laugh at the situation.  It couldn’t be helped really.  I mean who wouldn’t in the end anyway; it was like a scene from a dreadful 1980s sitcom show or something.  Eventually, Jessica joined me in the laughing.

  “But, still.  What do we do?  We’ll have to sleep here,” she said.

  “Well it won’t be the first time we’ve shared a bed,” I said.

  “But that’s on the show sweetie; I’m not trusting you in the same bed as me when we’re not working!” Said Jessica indignantly.  I sensed a weakness in her voice however.  I don’t think she’d really mind too much.

  “I can always switch the cameras on again to make you feel more comfortable, but we won’t be airing.  That’d be a bit of boring show wouldn’t it?  Instead of Sexstationtv they’d have to change it to Sleep stationtv!”  I laughed again.

  “Alright, we might as well get comfy,” she said, as she dragged some sheets from the cupboard and a couple of blankets from off the other bed.  She disappeared into the back room,

  “What you doing?”  I shouted after her.

  “Getting ready for bed Carmel!”  She shouted back at me.

  “Are you kidding?  I’ve seen every inch of you before and you’re only covering up now!”

   When she came out I wondered why she’d bothered at all to be honest.  She had on her bra and knickers and on the top she had this flimsy little, pale blue lace number that covered nothing at all.  I was already curled up on the bed dosing off, it had been one of those real busy nights and I needed the sleep because I was due on screen again the following night.  Jessica couldn’t very well sleep on the other bed because it wasn’t exactly big enough, or comfortable enough to sleep on; only masturbate on.

  “You asleep?”  was the last thing I heard Jessica say before I closed my eyes.  I didn’t answer.

  I woke in the morning when the sun came up.  It must have been that early because of the light streams coming through the window.  The sun was just rising between the buildings across the street and they hurt my eyes.  I didn’t move much at all, but I felt Jessica move against me.

I lifted the cover and looked down to find her hand between my legs, just resting there comfortably while I lay there.  Her leg had just started to stroke along mine, and my skin tingled and rose slightly to meet hers.  She felt as though she was charged with a little electricity.

  “Play with me Carmel,” she said in a half asleep voice.  At first I thought she must have been still dreaming but when she opened her eyes and looked at me I realised it wasn’t true.  “Please!”  She said imploringly.  She grabbed my hand and shoved it roughly in between her own legs.

I was instantly turned on and I cupped her tight little pussy in my delicate grip.  She moaned and stroked my legs.  Her hand and found its way into my panties by now and I was very juicy and wet.  She wasn’t sticking her fingers in me; she was just rubbing me there gently like I had hurt myself or something.  Only a woman knows how to touch another woman.

We lay there just pressing and stroking in all the right places until we made each other come.  We did it virtually simultaneously, and I was very surprised at how easy it was to get Jessica off.  It often took ages on cam for the phones; not because the guys and girls calling in weren’t horny, but simply because we did it a lot and it became quite ordinary sometimes.

When I got up I could still feel the dampness between my legs and the cold morning air made it feel slightly uncomfortable.  However, before I knew what was happening Jessica was hovering over me with a camera in her hand.  “Bend over!” she ordered, let’s make a movie and sell it to the producers,” she laughed out loud and switched the camera on.

I bent over and looked over my shoulder with my best Sexstationtv or Babestationtv smile and moved my finger as though tempting her to come closer.  She moved the camera over my ass and towards the entrance of my already wet pussy, wrapped up inside its little messy thong hammock.

Jessica grabbed the thong and pulled it to the side quickly.  She held the camera out at arm’s length, giggled and smiled into the camera as she stuck her tongue inside my wet hole.  I felt like pissing myself I was so excited.  I backed onto her willing face and rubbed my pussy into her chin and up onto her nose to get my stimulation.

IMAGINE WALKING IN ON THAT!

I looked over at her and saw her with her hand in her knickers again getting real horny.  And then suddenly we were stunned into non movement and absolute silence when we both looked to the door at the same time.  There before our eyes was a couple of Asian looking guys with mop buckets and cleaning cloths in their hands.

They were grinning from ear to ear.  But when they saw us looking they suddenly felt self conscious and dropped their buckets and related paraphernalia.  Jessica stood up with her tits half hanging out of her bra and demanded to know what the fuck they were doing there.  She was being very brave, but even I, with my pussy hanging out of its thong, could see that these guys must be the cleaners.

  “We are cleaners!” said the guy with the shaved head.  He was really fit looking.  He had a skinny kind of muscular physique, the way I like guys, but he also had a fucking huge tattoo on his arm that looked as though it continued onto his shoulder and beyond.  I still have no fucking idea what it was.  At the time I wasn’t really fucking interested in it, and I’m not now to tell the truth.  Tattoos don’t do it for me usually, I find them pretty dull, and usually difficult to decipher; not only that, but people don’t usually feel like staring at another person for that long in order to read them.

“It is our first morning here,” he went on, in an exasperated tone, “we didn’t know that you would be here doing this.  Working, is it?”  He asked, turning to his friend, who still said nothing only.  “Our cousin got us the job.  We’re from Chile.  We don’t want any trouble, we have to keep a low profile if you know what I mean,” he said with meaning.

  “No, I don’t!”  Shouted Jessica, “what the fuck are you talking about?  What you don’t have permits or something?”

  “No, we don’t,” he said, lowering his head.  “Don’t say anything please.  We need the money.”  He pointed at his colleague, “he doesn’t speak any English at all, and I need to teach him.  We need money for this sort of thing you know?”  He sounded imploring.

  “Right,” I interrupted, “your secret is safe with us.”  I was feeling really horny for this guy, and considering I’d just had Jessica eating my pussy, I wanted to get back to some kind of action as fast as I could.  “Get over here and get that cock out Chile boy.  I don’t want to know you name, you do as you’re told and you’ll keep your job.”

Jessica looked at me as though I’d gone crazy and backed off a little as the guy approached me and unzipped his trousers.  He let them fall to the floor, followed by his shirt, until he was totally naked.  His friend stood smiling and laughing near the bed, eyeing Jessica as my guy approached me with his cock as hard as rock.

She soon changed her mind however when she saw me take his prick into my mouth.  She leaned forward and cupped his balls in her hand, almost feeding me the guy’s cock.  He groaned and smiled as he looked down on the situation beneath him.  “Not a bad first morning at work huh?” said Jessica, now beginning to get used to the idea.  “Tell you friend to get over here and fuck me from behind, I need some cock.”

GET STUCK IN THERE TATTOO BOY!

The guy uttered some words in a language I didn’t understand and before long his buddy was at Jessica’s rear, buried up to his hips in her pussy.  She fucking loved it.  She tugged on my guy’s cock and fed it into my mouth while she got fucking pounded from behind by this other guy.  He had longer hair and a bigger cock than my guy, but I wasn’t complaining.

They say that language only counts as a small proportion of communication, and now I know they’re right.  The guy who was fucking Jessica seemed to know just what she wanted, when she wanted it.  When she called out “Harder,” he rammed into her so hard that she catapulted over my head and landed on her back.  He came after her and dangled his balls in my face as he entered her again.  I grabbed them and lifted my face from my own tattooed guy to lick them.  I buried my head to the side of his cock as it entered Jessica’s pussy.  I licked all around them as they fucked.

My guy went around the back and leaned over me to grab my tits while he fucked me.  It made it a little difficult to lick around Jessica’s pussy when my mouth kept getting knocked up and down from my jolts.  “Slow down fuck face!”  I shouted at my guy.  He did it without question.

I came again without too much trouble, although I had to direct my tattooed guy a little.  Jessica climaxed pretty soon after also and she collapsed with her man still pounding away at her like a dog on heat.  I thought I’d have to throw cold water on them.

  “Hey you two,” I shouted, as I moved away from my bloke and sat near Jessica’s head.  “Hey, gringo!  Hey!  You!”  I shouted in my very British way at the guy who didn’t speak the language, as though shouting would help him to.  “Hey!”

Tattoo guy said a few words and his friend finally stopped.  “Jessica and I would like a little facial this morning! You boys think you can shoot it all over our faces?”  They both looked a little confused, having been left with their dicks in their hands.  Then they caught on when Jessica made her lovely wanking signs over her face and opened her mouth, beckoning to them.

“Whoa!” I said, “Wait a minute.”  They stopped instantly.  “You have to clean out apartments for nothing, at least once a week, alright?  Then you get to cream out faces, and also you get to keep our mouths shut about the permits alright?”

  “You fucking bitch!” Said Jessica, laughing to herself.

  “Yep,” I said satisfied.  They both seemed to understand after tattoo man translated.  Then with their cocks in their hands they approached us and let them loose on our faces.  Tattoo guy shot it all over my face and in my eyes, and then he slapped my face with his bell end, really getting his own back.

I didn’t mind too much, it was quite nice actually.  Anyway, I thought to myself, I’d get my own back when I made a real fucking huge mess in the apartment next week.

One morning when we were waiting for the girls to show up she decided to tell us a real fucking dirty story about her last trip to South Africa.  This was a popular destination for her apparently.  Don’t ask why, she never said, but I guessed it had something to do with the price and the weather.  She went every couple of years so she said.

Jen's African Holiday Adventure

Anyway she hit it off with a tour operator over there.  His name was Jacob, and he was originally from South Africa; he knew the place well.  Well one thing led to another and eventually the two of them decided it would be much easier, considering the amount of fucking they were doing, to stay in the same room.

  “So what do you do anyway?” asked Jacob after an afternoon session of fucking on the balcony.

  “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” said Jen.

  “Try me,” he said, rolling onto his side to stroke her naked skin.

  “I’m a business manager; you know that, I told you already.”

  “For who?”  He asked inquisitively.

  “Oh alright, alright!”  She said impatiently, “Sexstationtv.”

  “Who?”

  “Sexstationtv.  It’s an adult phone in show.  The girls are on TV live every night and they take calls from horny people who want to wank themselves off late at night basically,” she said it in a detached way, as though it was no big revelation to her.  She was right of course.

  “Jeeeez!  You are a dark horse aren’t you?”  Said Jacob.  “So what do you do?  You ever get on the show?”  He laughed out loud and slapped her naked ass.

  “No way!  I couldn’t do the kind of things they do, are you kidding?”

  “I was just joking around with you,” He said, “what do they do anyway?”

  “They jump around naked and stuff, that’s all really.  Shake their tits around and if you get to them through the website Sexstationtv.com then they go all the way and show you everything you want; well most of them anyway.”  She had started to go into detail, and she hated it when that happened, “they’re not allowed to show their pussy on the television you see, but they can on the website.”

  “Wow!”  Said Jacob, really quite astonished.  “I never put you down as someone who did that sort of stuff.”

  “I don’t!”  She protested.

  “No, I don’t mean that.  I mean being involved in it all you know,” he said apologetically.

  “Hey!  I’m a business manager,” she laughed, “and sex is a business the same as selling bananas is you know.”

This is where Jen stayed. She had a lot of fun in this hotel!

They went out to dinner that night and as they sat and ate Jen thought about all the things she’d witnessed on Sexstationtv and decided to give her man a bit of a thrill when they got back to the hotel.

  “You tired?” asked Jen, when they entered the room and began their various ablutions.  Christ, she thought to herself, after a couple of days of fucking each other they were all ready behaving like a married couple.  She knew it was a mistake to take a guy into her hotel room; she would have been able to fuck anyone she wanted.  This guy looked like he was getting a little too comfortable.

  “A little tired, yes.  Why?” he answered.  He sprawled out on the bed and flicked on the TV.  He had the luxury of being able to understand what the fuck was being said.  This pissed Jen off a little, so she walked over and switched it off.  “Hey!” He protested.

  “You said you were interested in knowing just what they did on Sexstationtv didn’t you?”  She asked with a twinkle in her eye.

  “Yeah, what you gonna do?”  He asked suspiciously.

  “Just sit there and sit still,” she commanded.

Jen moved to the chair opposite the bed and moved a little as thought there was music playing.  She’d had a little to drink so her inhibitions were not howling at her to calm down.  Her body moved rhythmically and Jacob sat himself up on the bed and watched intently.  Jen had chosen her clothes wisely that night before they went out.  She had on a beautifully short, tight, black dress that pushed up her tits and really showed off her ass.

  “Whoa!  Nice,” said Jacob in a sigh, watching her move around.

  “What do you want me to do babe?”  Asked Jen.

  “Take off your dress,” he said confidently.

  “Alright,” said Jen as she started to slide the straps over her shoulders.  “Are you going to get your dick out and wank off for me?”  She asked.

  “Yeah,” he said, losing any inhibitions he had remaining.  He wrenched out his hard cock and stroked it up and down gently.

  “Oh my, that is a nice size isn’t it?” said Jen in a mock voice.  She made herself sound very sexy, just like she’d heard the girls on Sexstation talk to their callers.  Jacob just stared at her moving around half on and half off the chair in front of him.  He was quite clearly aroused because he was wanking his cock at full pace now.  “Slow down honey, don’t shoot too soon, I might want that.”

This seemed to spur him on further and Jen soon realised that she would have to take matters into her own hands.  She moved over to him on the bed and pinched the end of his cock.  He yelped a little, but it had the desired effect.  “Now, please do as you are told!”  Said Jen, laughing at him.

She went back to her chair and bent over it in order to pull her tight dress down past her nicely shaped ass.  The sight was incredible; she could see that much by looking over her shoulder at Jacob and watching his cock twitch violently into his hand again.  “Slowly,” she asserted as she kicked the whole thing off and away to the side of the room.

All she had on now was a black lacy, half-cut bra, and one of the tiniest g-strings ever thought of.  She had a fetish for tiny panties and had bucket loads of them at home.  She turned around to look at Jacob again and opened her legs wide in a standing position.  From his position he would just be able to see her ass cheeks between her legs, just below her lovely pussy, wrapped neatly inside its g-string.

“What do you want me to do now babe?” she asked, “do you want to play with my tits, or would you like me to finger myself?”  She asked this in quite a matter of fact way, and it looked as though it surprised Jacob as much as it turned him on.

  “Take off the bra,” commanded Jacob, again wanking furiously.  She looked at him a little disappointed when she saw his hand going up and down like he was trying to light a fire with two wooden sticks.  “It’s alright!  I’m good for a few more minutes of this stuff,” he reassured.

She leaned back and unhooked her bra.  She wasted no time in the old fashioned striptease sense, by holding it over her tits for a while before discarding it; she just ripped it off and allowed her tits to swing free.  “Oh fuck yeah!” exclaimed Jacob as he watched her boobs wobble and bounce in front of him.

  “Oh you like those do you?”  She asked, knowing the answer.

  “Jump around for me babe, let me see them move and shake,” he requested.

  “Alright then,” she agreed.  Jen had never done this before and pretty soon she realised why women needed to wear sports bras.  However, after watching what it was doing to Jacob she started to enjoy herself quickly.  She approached the end of the bed and bounced up and down on her knees, making her tits jump up and down on her chest beautifully.  “Imagine that your face was underneath these lovely big tits as I slam them up and down for you babe.  I bet you want to fuck them don’t you?” she said.

  “Oh yeah, I do!”  Said Jacob.  He was really getting into it and Jen was surprised that he hadn’t just grabbed her and fucked her yet.  These Sexstation girls were really onto something here, she thought to herself.

  “Play with your pussy,” said Jacob, taking his hand off his cock long enough to point to her little g-string panties; as if Jen didn’t know where her pussy was.  “I want you to play with yourself and make yourself come for me.  Turn around also.  Oh, please!”

  “Nice of you to remember your manners at the last minute Jacob,” laughed Jen as she peeled down her panties and revealed her beautiful, closely shaved pussy.  She turned around, now completely naked and backed onto the bed a little.  Then she started doing what she had seen the Sexstationtv girls do so often.  She bounced up and down, shaking her hips to simulate getting fucked from behind, doggy style.  Her ass cheeks wobbled as she did it.

Jen from Sexstationtv gets to grips with the Tour Operator Jacob.

Jen continued to play with herself, pushing her fingers inside deeper as she bounced.  She could see Jacob peering through her legs to watch her tits bounce at the same time.  He was fascinated with her tits.  She was rather proud of them. 

  “Use the remote!” demanded Jacob out of the blue.

  “What?” said Jen between bounces.

  “The remote,” he said again, “fuck yourself with it.”

  “Whatever you want baby,” she said, a little reluctantly.  She reached out to the T.V stand and picked it up.  It was about the same size as a vibrator she had at home in her bedside drawer so after a few moments she was no longer worried.  She pushed it gently inside her soaking wet pussy.

  “Oh fuck yeah!”  Shouted Jacob, really losing all control and wanking very fast.  Jen could see him tensing his legs and jerking as though he would cum at any moment.

  “You like that baby?” she said, keeping the Sexstation thing alive.  She was getting very hot and very close to climax herself.  Suddenly the T.V switched on and started changing channels frantically as she shoved the remote faster and faster inside her pussy.  The volume increased and just as it reached its maximum level she felt a splat of hot cum on her naked ass.

She pulled out the remote and pressed her fingers to her clit.  She fell half on and half off the bed during her own orgasm.  They both stayed there lifeless for around 2-3 minutes until they heard loud banging coming from the neighbouring room and shouting voices in languages even Jacob didn’t understand.  Jen leaned forward and yanked the T.V cable from the wall and all was silent until morning.

End