Wicked

As they walked through the darkened shop he could hear those moans and groans again, and wondered what would be in store for him the next time he passed through here. It was going to be a long week.

He wrapped his arms around her legs from underneath and buried his face in her steamy wet pussy. He couldn't believe he was finally doing this, his fantasy becoming a reality. That annoying sound, there it was again, damn, why now? He was so close, and with that, he opened his eyes and realized he had been dreaming.

It was the fucking alarm clock, it was even against him. He couldn't even dream about her without getting busted. But today was different. Today was the day. The call had come around 8:00 PM on Thursday night. He had gone through hell all week waiting. He sat by the phone like a little kid every night. He knew he could have gone back to the shop, but he waited like he was told like a dutiful little soldier.

In the end, it wasn't even her that called. It was a male voice on the other end. If he had to guess, it sounded like it might be the younger of the two men he had seen in the photos. He was very professional, very courteous and he said that his final cost would be $1050.00 which was one 2 hour tape. The extra $50 was evidently for any towels and sundries that he might use while he was at the session. His appointment was for Saturday at 9:00 PM, and of course he told him he would be there. He had a million things he wanted to do, from getting a hair cut, to shaving his balls. He just couldn't wait.

The lights inside the studio were dim, he tapped on the door lightly at 8:45. Within a few moments the door was opened by the older of the two men in the photos. He introduced himself as Feral, and shook Doug's hand as he let him into the shop. They walked through the darkened store and entered a large room in the back. There was a stairway leading to an upper level that lead to what appeared to be a small room on the right side.

The room was a maze of gauze draped material. It reminded him of a harem tent. Soft billowing cloth gathered over the head of a huge bed, he thought maybe larger than a king size bed, and draped over the sides like a huge canopy. There was a pillow-strewn overstuffed white couch, a very large pillowed ottoman, a large white marble topped coffee table. Two comfortable-looking arm chairs in soft lavender rounded out the room. Flickering candles were dispersed throughout. He was impressed. The room reeked of sensuality, like sex was made for this room and vice versa. Feral told him to make himself comfortable, to undress and put on a robe that he handed to him while asking if he would like a drink.

He said, "Yes, please a glass of wine would be welcome now." Feral smiled and excused himself to get the drink. He removed his clothes quickly, his cock hard, almost painfully swollen. He threw on the robe, and had a seat in one of the chairs almost directly opposite the bed. He started looking around, and realized there were cameras set up on the walls, 4 of them, one on each wall. There were wires and cables attached to them all, he presumed they were remotely operated. He didn't have long to wonder about it. Another man came into the room. This one did not look familiar to him.

He stood up to greet him, and the man shook his hand and introduced himself as Jack, the photographer. He explained to Doug that indeed the cameras were run from the second floor office that he saw when he entered the room. "I have your application, and know the things that you would like to have included in your tape, and of course the girls are well aware of what you want also. If there is something happening that you do not approve of, or if you want me to stop shooting for any reason, just holler red, and I will stop filming. Otherwise the tape will be one long continuous shoot until the 2 hours is complete. Above all, you are here to have fun and some good hot sex as well. Do you have any questions?"

Doug thought a moment, and said, "No, I think you guys have thought of everything. I just can't wait to get started."

Jack chuckled and said, "I know, sometimes Wicked, can be just that. Very much the tease, but well worth the wait." The door opened, and the men turned to see Feral entering the room with Doug's drink. He handed the drink to Doug and excused himself and left.

Jack put his hand on Doug's shoulder and said, "Sit down, relax, the girls will be here in a few minutes. I am going upstairs to make sure everything is ready to go." Doug sighed and sat down again, would this torture never end? He took a long sip of his wine and then closed his eyes and leaned his head back into the soft plushness of the chair.

He didn't hear them enter, the two women that would be joining him into a blissful state of ecstasy. She leaned down so very close to his ear and softly whispered "Doug, are you ready for me?" His eyes shot open, he almost spilled his drink, and when he jumped up out of the chair his robe flew open. They giggled at him and Wild removed the drink from his hand. Wicked smiled and said, "Doug this is Wild." He said, "It is my pleasure," and took her offered hand and shook it.

They were objects of beauty to behold. Each wore a feathered, sequined, beaded half mask that left the lower portions of their faces exposed. Wicked's was white with lavender beads and sequins, Wild's was black with black shimmering sequins and beads. One was dressed in white and the other black. Wicked wore a very sexy spaghetti strapped white lace bustier. There were white hose attached to the garters, and white stiletto heels completed her outfit. Wild was in black PVC, also a bustier, but with ribbons holding the garment closed in the front. Black lace stockings and black high heels finished the look. They both wore see through panties in the color of their respective outfits.

Wicked put her hand on Doug's arm and said, "Let's get the business part over with, so we can get down to the fun part. Do you have our fee?" Doug smiled, and took the money out of the robe pocket. He had counted it no less than 10 times himself, 10 $100 bills and one $50 bill. She took the money from him, counted it, and as if on cue, Feral opened the door, took the money from her and left without saying a word. "Now, she said, with all that over with, let's have some fun." Doug thought, Amen to that.

When his robe flew open, it was not lost on either of the women. They had been with quite a few men, but few were endowed as well as this man was. They wondered if he was as good as his equipment looked. They had worked long enough together to know what the other was thinking. They smiled at each other as they slid the robe off Doug's shoulders. Wicked purred, "Doug, why don't you sit here and relax for a while?" His cock was throbbing, he felt great, and he did exactly as he was told.

He no sooner sat back in the chair than both women were strapping his arms to the chair with soft Velcro straps. For a moment he tensed, but then realized that it was one of the things that had been on the questionnaire that he had circled as wanting to try. They then strapped his ankles to the chair in the same manner. His hard shaft was so swollen and heavy between his legs, he longed for one of them to touch it, either one, both of them, anybody, but he didn't say anything. He was excited by not knowing what they would do next.

They both leaned over at the same time and kissed both his cheeks, and then passionately kissed each other just inches away from his face. He could smell them so close to him, almost taste them. They moved away from the arms of the chair and stood together closely continuing to kiss while directly in front of him. He was close enough to touch them, see everything they were doing, almost feel what they were feeling.

Wicked's hands were the first to move, she caressed Wild's face as they kissed. Her hair a beautiful backdrop to that white feathered mask made her so erotic looking, so desirable. Her fingers moved slowly lower until they reached one of the ribbons that held Wild's bustier closed. Slowly she pulled the end of the top bow and exposed the tops of a pair of the beautiful tits. He heard Wild moan softly and she took her fingers and entwined them in Wicked's hair. He could see their tongues move against each other when their mouths opened, each sliding their tongues into the other's mouth. They were so hot together, they looked so good.

Wicked opened another bow, and Wild's breasts pressed menacingly against the remaining ribbon. They wanted to be free, and Wicked granted their wish. The last bow opened with the slightest of tugs and Wild's tits escaped their capture with glorious abandonment. They both moaned into each other's mouths and Doug let out a groan of his own. What a sweet torture this was. It was truly exquisite to see these two beautiful women touching, enjoying each other.

Her red nailed fingers softly caressed the outer edges of the now escaped breasts while her thumbs traced imaginary circles around the outer edge of both areolas. They were a medium rose in color, and about the size of half dollars. The nipples were deeper in color, and distended about a half an inch. Wild arched her back and pulled Wicked closer to her then finally took her own hands and covered the other woman's with them.

Wicked shrugged her shoulders and the spaghetti straps slipped down her arms to just above her elbows. When she did that, the bustier rolled down of its own accord. The weight of her bountiful breasts pushed the garment downward and blossomed out for all to see. Doug caught his breath for a moment. He knew they would be magnificent, but that word was not quite adequate enough. They were soft pillows of unblemished beauty, with delightfully pink colored areolae. The areolae were large, twice the size of Wild's and the nipples jutted outward in defiant arousal. He wouldn't be surprised if they were three quarters of an inch long. They were made for licking and sucking, smothering and cumming on.

His cock ached and began to drip pre cum. He was more aroused than he could ever remember being. She took Wild's dainty hands and cupped them under the huge breasts. The woman's hands were dwarfed by their opulence. Wild began to caress them gently while her partner grazed her thumb nails over her own hardened nipples. Their mouths never left the other, but each new sensation brought additional twinges of wetness to their already soaked pussies. Doug's cock was as hard as a rock, straining, yearning for a touch, a lick, pounding with its own relentless rhythm. There were no longer just drops accumulating on the swollen, fat head, it was now a tiny steady stream. It was hot to the touch, and he clenched and unclenched the muscles of his ass fucking the air with his majestic scepter.

Wicked moved her lips down toward Wild's breasts, licking her way downward in soft tiny catlike oscillations, without the sandpapery tongue. Hers was soft, long and she used it well. When she got to the breast, she kissed it softly, moving around the pink center, being careful not to touch the nipple yet. Then teasingly she darted her talented tongue in and out whipping the nipple lightly, back and forth. Wild shuddered and let out a soft long moan, followed by one from Doug.

He was so close he could hear the lapping of her tongue against the other woman's tits and thought how he was going to enjoy feeling her tongue on his cock, on his balls, in his ass. The thought made his cock ooze more, he was ready to fuck anything anybody put in front of him. Wicked looked over at him and moved her tongue around the outside of her lips. She said, "I am going to lick some pussy, and I want you to watch me."

All he could say was "Oh God." The girls pushed the huge ottoman over to where he was sitting, and Wild propped her leg up between his, pushed her panties over to the side of her crotch, and slid two fingers inside. Her eyes closed and she moaned again. Wicked took Wild's hand away and placed those fingers inside her mouth licking and sucking them off loudly. "You taste so fuckin good," she exclaimed, and then kissed the other girl yet again. While she did, she pulled Wild's panties down and she stepped out of them. Wild arranged herself on the ottoman so that Doug had a perfect view of everything going on.

Wicked spread Wild's legs wide open and then took her red nailed hands and opened up the woman's dripping cunt. Doug could clearly see how excited she was, she was so fuckin hot and wet. Wicked bit her friend lightly on the inside of the thighs, then dragged her hot tongue upward toward her crotch. That action caused Wild to cry out and grasp for her partner's head. Wicked pushed her hands away and placed them on her tits. "Play with your nipples for Doug, he likes that, don't you Doug?"

"Oh yeah, I like it all!" he gasped. Wild started to pinch and tweak her own nipples while Wicked spread out her pussy even further so that the head of her clit could be clearly seen. It too was swollen and distended, easy to find and Wicked wasted no time in moving her tongue around the erotic little button. She buried her face in the other woman, licking her softly but so that she could be felt, long licks from her ass to her clit, and then back down again. She flicked her tongue over the girl's clit lightly and then more vigorously, her head a barrage of red glistening fury. She tongue fucked her, probing hard, so that the other woman fucked her tongue as she pushed the small cock-like protrusion into her liquidy orifice. Wild was groaning steadily, uttering unintelligible things. Her head was moving back and forth on the ottoman.

Doug knew she was almost ready to cum, and so did Wicked. Wicked leaned back, and placed two of her fingers into Doug's mouth, he sucked and wet then eagerly. She took them out of his mouth and slowly drilled them into Wild's saturated pussy. While she finger fucked her, she began to suck and tongue lash her clit. Wild began to fuck Wicked's face uncontrollably. She grabbed her head and thrust it further inside her womanhood, if that was possible, and wrapped her legs around her tightly. Her body started to arch and buck and became wracked with spasms. She screamed "Oh God!" over and over again, each time pumping furiously against the other woman's face and fingers. Finally, her grip on Wicked released and Wicked moved out from her temporary prison.

She turned to look at Doug, her face was glistening with the other woman's sweet love juices. She leaned over and pressed her soft soaking wet lips onto his, her tongue inside his mouth instantly letting him taste the other woman as well as herself. It was too much for Doug, his cock was in flames, he needed release. With one huge thrust his churning cum was like a pneumatic piston inside his cock that had reached maximum overdrive and he shot a huge load far out into the room. Wicked moved her lips from his mouth to his cock in time to take the remaining smaller explosions down into her throat, swallowing in gulps, taking him in as quickly as she could. He screamed in ecstasy. He couldn't remember when he had cum so much and so hard.

In his dreamlike state, he shouted "RED." From a speaker somewhere mounted in the room he could hear Jack say, "OK, I'm taking a break, be back in 10 min. There is an hour and twenty minutes left to tape." And then the room was momentarily silent.

Doug was the first to speak saying, "You two women are so hot, I couldn't control myself anymore. I'm not embarrassed either, I am not sure how I lasted that long!"

Wicked said, "You are a really sexy man, the rest of the session is going to be just as hot. Let us clean up, we'll bring you a warm cloth and towel, and get you ready for some more fun." She walked over to a door at the far corner of the room, it looked like a lavatory door, and when she opened it, that is what it was. It even had a shower.

The two girls disappeared inside and were in there for only a few minutes when they returned with his warm cloth and towel. They cleaned his genital area gently and then toweled him off. The touch of their hands made him harder still. He hadn't become soft, he had remained aroused, he was still very much excited. After they had finished he said, "It is my turn now. Wicked I want to lick every part of you, If you would please remove all your clothes, and Wild, while I am eating your friend, I want you to suck my cock, my balls. Is that OK with you girls?"

They looked at each other and laughed. Wild said,, "We thought you would never ask!" Doug laughed too.

Wicked said. "Jack, we're ready any time you are."

To which Jack said. "Rolling now." Wicked walked over to the wall and hit a button. The room filled with a very sexy jazz number. Something you would hear in a high class strip joint, and that is exactly what she did. She began to strip for Doug. She stood in front of him, moving so seductively, her huge tits still outside of the bustier, and the nipples still hard and hot. She grabbed her tits, one in each hand and began to roll them around, milking them, sort of grinding them with her hands to the music. She was close to him, she bent over and teased him with them, brushing his face with them, letting him stick his tongue out and then pushing a hard nipple into his mouth.

He pulled the nipple gently with his teeth as she backed away and it stretched for a moment and then she was gone. She stood farther away, swaying to the music and began to unhook the bustier letting it drop to the floor when she was done. She placed each foot on his chair and removed her stockings, he massaged her legs as she did. She turned around for him, removing her panties lastly and then turned slowly, letting him see the full frontal view of her. She was awesome. A flawless work of Rubenesque art. Soft, supple and sexy.

He stood up and took her in his arms, his huge cock between them, pressing into her as he did. She gave herself up completely to him, her arms wound around his neck, her hands in his hair. He bent slightly and pressed his lips to her mouth softly at first and then more aggressively. His hands held the sides of her face, he didn't want to let it go. Her lips were like candy, sweet and succulent, his tongue licked them moving around in a circle and then back to where it first started. Her mouth was warm and inviting, he pressed his tongue inside and she allowed him the pleasure of being there. He probed her open mouth deeply, passionately, gently sucking at her tongue and she did the same to his.

All the while the music continued that soft grinding rhythm and his body churned into hers, lightly, wanting to meld into her. He removed her mask, and pushed his hands through her flowing mane. She was a glorious sight to behold, he caressed her face, his fingers trailing through her hair. Small sounds of pleasure began to escape from her lips. His rigid cock began oozing again. He moved her slowly over to the bed and had her lie on her back. He lie down next to her, taking her in hungrily with his eyes. All this time Wild had quietly watched from the other arm chair in the room, but now she joined them on the bed, she had a bottle of massage lotion in her hand. She whispered, "While you are pleasuring Wicked, I will be pleasuring you."

All he could think was, "Damn, I'm gonna like this." His hands began to caress Wicked's body. He started at her shoulders and worked his way down, making sure not to miss an inch of skin. He wanted to touch all of her, leaving nothing unlicked, unfelt. His lips again found hers and their kisses were powerful, tiny bursts of delight kept sweeping through her pussy. He pushed his knee in between her legs, letting her press her bare womanhood against him, almost humping him like a dog in heat. He could feel the wetness of her there. Soft hands were on his back, massaging in a warm silky liquid, it relaxed him and excited him at the same time.