His pants down around his knees, he let his hips swing in a fucking motion. Karen felt his balls slap her nose as he pistoned his prick in her sucking mouth. He leaned forward and pressed his hands down hard, on her naked titties, mashing them against her chest.
Karen had placed herself completely at the two men's mercy. She lay upside down in the chair. Her legs were drawn up and spread wide. She could feel the air cutting into her naked ass, into her steaming twat. She reached down and fondled Paul's balls as she continued sucking his thrusting whang.
Suddenly a mouth fastened on her twat, and her thighs clenched, then relaxed. Jamie lapped his tongue along her flooding gash. His hands were spreading her thighs so wide it felt like she was being torn in half. Jamie dug his face into her snatch, squirmed his nose into her slippery folds, drove his tongue deep into her cunt. She felt his tongue wiggling in her nerve-packed tunnel, and moaned around the sliding piston of Paul's prick. Her heavy tits were still being kneaded by Paul's strong, slender fingers.
She clutched Paul's hips, and dragged, forcing his dick farther down her throat. Her nose nuzzled his slithery balls. She pushed him away, and felt his prick slide out until she had just the tip between her lips. She swirled her tongue around the knob, as much to savor his hot, stinging juice as to give him pleasure.
Jamie snorted into her snatch, and fucked her with his tongue. He drove his tongue in and out of her fountaining cunt. His nose squirmed over her cunt, made the slippery pearl wriggle and twist and roll.
She took Paul's prick down her throat again. She worked her swallower, to get every lean, hard inch of his pecker in. She twisted her head from side to side and drew the last fraction of an inch of his dick in. His balls hung down on either side of her nose. The warm, velvety sac draped across her nostrils.
With a stroking slurp of his tongue, Jamie took his mouth from Karen's cunt. She pushed Paul away again so she could get a breath of air. Just as she inhaled, a hot determined prick nuzzled her cunt, and slowly and relentlessly filled her cunt, stretching her velvety walls with its bulk. She took Paul's prick in her mouth again as Jamie fucked his cock deep into her cunt. Soon his cockhead was against the blind end of her tunnel and his balls were bumping against her bottom.
Then Jamie jerked his pecker out of her pussy. Karen felt abandoned and hollow, in spite of the cock in her mouth. Something touched her bung and her insides screamed with pleasure. Her excitement flared hotter than ever as she thought about what Jamie was surely going to do with his juicy dick. She spread her legs still wider. Her feet waved crazily out to the sides until Paul grabbed her ankles. He pulled on her legs until her hips lifted off the cushion Jamie had wedged under them.
"Forgot to mention I'm an ass man, too," Jamie murmured. He bored forward with his prick, and Karen felt her bung slowly wedge open. He kept a steady pressure against her winkie. She fought to let him in, fought ta relax her rear gate. She let Paul face-fuck her as she battled frantically to get Jamie's dick up into her asshole.
She felt her bung stretching, wider, and wider. She was sure her hole was going to tear. She was half hoping that it would, so she could have that towering rod deep in her crapper. There was a sliding snapping feeling and she lurched the same way she had when the electrical current had seared her flooded snatch. She felt a cock drive up into her shit-hole, felt the contents of her tunnel being pressured up into her, felt her bung burn from the searing friction. She felt her cunt flood with jealousy as her winkie got the load.
She swallowed Paul's prick again as she felt Jamie's hips up against her butt. She imagined what she must look like and winced. The two cocks were jamming both ends of her, threatening to meet in the middle. She had a solid core of cock running from her asshole straight up through her straining, spread body, up to her mouth. She had the feeling they could pick her up, and give her a twist, and she would rotate around the axle formed by their monstrous pricks.
For a moment, the world swam around her and she thought she was dying again. She loved dying. Then Paul began to fuck her face and Jamie began to fuck her butt, and she was engulfed in a blazing wash of pleasure. For a moment they screwed her in opposition, both drawing out at the same time, then both ramming back in. Then one was sliding out as the other was driving in. It was like she was sliding back and forth on a pole run through her body.
The shadows on her face changed, and she opened her eyes. She closed them when she saw what the two men were doing with each other, while they pounded their cocks into her opposite ends. She was coming. It was a roaring bonfire of a coming that obliterated everything but the delicious sensation of the pistoning pricks in her holes.
The cock burning up her ass began to spasm and she felt a jizz enema flooding her. The prick in her mouth began to spurt. It was rammed even further down her throat. The come poured straight into her stomach as she tried to swallow the spasming cock. The jizz poured into her from either end. She was whirled away on a flood-tide of thick, creamy juice. Lying on her back, naked, spread wide, spiked on two jetting dicks, Karen let herself be drowned with hot cream. She roused a little when Paul drew his jetting dick out to let her breathe. Her mouth was drenched with come. She roused a little more when the cock in her tail wrung itself dry and began to shrink. She regained her senses completely as she crapped out Jamie's cock and spat out Paul's.
With a happy groan, she straightened her leg. She let them hang loosely, not caring how it arched ha bare body and thrust her naked pussy apart. Jamie reset the footrest and she was able to wriggle into a more comfortable position. Paul brought up the headrest. She let her muscles relax completely while she caught her breath. She could feel come drizzling out of her bung, smearing her asscheeks. She could feel spit and come drying on her face.
Jamie and Paul stood over her. "What's this idea you have to bring down the high-and-mighty perverts who run this show?" Paul asked. He had his arm around Jamie's waist.
"Can't tell you," Karen answered. Her voice felt sticky. "But hang around for the finale of the last show. It should be exciting." She saw them glance at each other and shrug. Then Jamie left. Paul quickly mopped the jizz off her face and got her made up.
Standing up, she used a handful of tissue to wipe the come from her bottom. She felt the make-up man's eyes on her. She slipped her skirt and blouse on, and felt her naked tits burn against the material. She wasn't used to going bra-less, and her titties were continually getting aroused by the rubbing friction of the shirt.
"You're really stripped for action today, aren't you?" Paul observed as she slipped en her sandals.
"You bet your sweet ass I am."
"It's not that I'm particularly attached to our beloved producer and stars," Paul mused, "but I don't understand exactly why you're so determined to ruin them."
"Because, they used me," Karen answered.
"They used me, and a great many other people. This show is rigged. The contestants that go along with Bernstein's filthy little setup are the ones that win."
"You haven't exactly insisted on chastity," Paul pointed out.
Karen bit her lips, acknowledging the truth of that. "But, I want to do it when I want, with who I want, because I want to. I don't want to have it extorted from me."
"Admirable," Paul told her. "What does Mr. Calder think of all this?"
Karen felt her insides congeal at the mention of Mark. "He doesn't know a thing about it," she answered truthfully.
She didn't notice that Paul had his mouth open and was about to say something. She slipped out the door, eager for her appointment with the technical director. She picked her way through the back corridors until she located the show's set. She ducked behind the big drops, stepping cautiously over the maze of wires for the elaborate light show.