Strange Days Ch. 58-60

I suddenly remembered something else I'd seen in a hentai earlier that day.

"Can I do your armpit next?"

Sarah laughed out loud and slapped my shoulder. "Oh my gawd, you little freak!"

"I'm just kidding," I laughed too.

Sarah shook her head. "What the hell made you think of that?"

I shrugged. "I was reading doujin today."

"What's it about?"

I laughed again. "Doujin isn't the title of a book."

I told her about the futanari hentai I found.

"So that's what had you all fired up when I got home," she smirked, guiding me back under the spray of water to rinse the soap from my now very hard cock. "Are you still horny?"

I gave her a long look from her feet to her eyes. "With your body? Are you kidding?"

Sarah chuckled. When we were dried off, she dropped her towel to the floor outside the shower, then took mine and left it on the floor too.

"Come on," she took my hand, leading me to the dining area.

My gaze was riveted to her beautiful ass, swaying side to side with her sultry gait. When we neared the table, Sarah turned her back to it and hopped up, spread her legs, and took my hands, pulling me towards her. Her smooth pussy was so inviting, labia open just a bit, enough that I could see a hint of her glistening pink folds.

Dipping my hips, I nestled the swollen head of my cock against her opening. Sarah wrapped her legs around me, dug her heels into my butt, encouraging me to push. Sliding my hands up her sides and then her chest, I paused there to caress her wonderfully full breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her stiff nipples, then I slid my hands higher, up the sides of her neck to cup her face, and I kissed her.

"I love you," I whispered against her mouth, but before she could reply, I shoved my cock into her eager cunt.

Sarah took a shuddering sharp breath. "Gawd, yes."

She was so wet that I slid my entire pole into her body in one thrust. I held myself deep inside her hot sleeve while she kissed me, fucking my mouth with her long tongue. Her silken heat milked my length while she licked my teeth, tongue, the entrance to my throat. Deep in the kiss, lost to the feel of her, I began moving my hips, slowly sawing my tumescence in and out of her slippery sex.

"Gawd, I needed this," she whimpered, rubbing her face against mine like a cat. Her arms wrapped around my neck to hold me close. "You're so hard baby. I love how you fuck me."

I snaked my arms around her middle and held her tight, moving only my hips. I couldn't pull all the way out of her like this, so I just fucked her with short deep thrusts, back and forth, in and out, her wet walls clinging to me, her hips rolling just enough to fuck me back. Sarah nibbled at my ear and neck. Her nails dug into my shoulders and back. With a slight adjustment of angle, I put pressure on her clit with the top of my shaft, and Sarah went wild.

"Oh gawd," she gasped, entire body shivering with every plunge of my thick tool.

Nipping at her ear, I whispered, "Hold on, baby."

With my hands on her hips, my elbows far out to the side, I held her firmly, pushed back against her heels and drew almost completely out of her, then rammed back into her eager cunt. I began fucking her hard and fast, my hard tube of meat slashing in and out with lewd wet sounds, her clenching folds working me so deliciously.

"Oh gawd, make me cum, Amy," she hissed, arms so tight around my neck that it almost hurt. "Make me cum...please, baby...please."

She felt so fucking good, so tight and wet, so very hot. I was close again, which surprised me, given how hard I had climaxed just a little while ago. My dick ballooned inside her and I felt the rush of cream coming.

"Gawd, yes," Sarah whimpered. "Cum inside me."

My smooth groin slapped against hers and I spilled my hot release inside her. Sarah threw her head back and wailed, full breasts shaking up and down with every ragged breath she took. I thrust into her with every pulse of cum, rocketing my load deep into her cumming cunt. As my climax faded, I slowed my thrusts, taking my time to slowly move in and out, trying to prolong my orgasm. Every time I bottomed out, more cum shot out of me until she overflowed with it, until it dripped wetly to the floor with every thrust. I kept fucking her long after we'd come down, long after we'd regained our rhythm.

"More?" she asked softly.

Oh yes. Much more.

Still holding her hips, I fucked her harder, faster, my cock slashing through her with powerful strokes. More cum dribbled out of her to splat on the floor. I just couldn't get enough of her, would never be able to get enough of her.

A surge of energy and lust burst from inside my chest, ripped through my body, my limbs, my fingers and toes. Slipping my arms under her thighs, I picked her right up from the table. I held her up in my arms and bounced her up and down my raging cock.

"Ohmyfuckinggawd!" she gushed, holding onto my shoulders for dear life.

I was a machine, all of my senses narrowed to the sensations of my dick plumbing her eager honey pot. I need to cum again, and I was using her body to do it. In that moment, she was my toy, built for my pleasure, made to make me cum and cum, and I was going fuck her brains out doing it.

She felt so incredibly light in my arms. It was so easy to bounce her up and down my thick prick, move her how I wanted, where I wanted. I was vaguely aware of her cumming around me, the heat of her increasing, her arousal leaking down over my own pussy, trickling down my thighs. I felt it building inside me, the knot swelling, the spring coiling tight and tighter in my belly. Sarah was a babbling mess, nonsense spilling out of her gaping mouth in hoarse cries of release. The pressure inside me became too much for me to contain and hot cum rocketed out of my cock into her quivering folds.

I set her down on the table. Sarah flopped flat on her back with a thud and I slid my twitching length out of her, wrapped my hand around it, and jacked myself off. Rope after finger-thick rope shot out of me, laying thick lines of white goo over her writhing body. A huge ribbon of cream arced out of me, landing in a thick line over her chest and face, a great gob of it stretching over her open mouth, only to be hooked by her tongue and dragged inside before smacking her lips together.

Sarah slid a hand down her cum-glazed body and between her legs, plunging two gooey fingers into her hole and working her thumb over her clit, coaxing out another small climax with a whimpering cry. Rope after rope blew out of me until my cock was spurting feebly, but quite messily, onto her flat stomach.

With my cock still twitching between my legs and dripping cum steadily onto the floor, I gazed at the heady visage of Sarah on the table, coated in my release, her body marked as mine, thick white cream bubbling out of her ravaged folds, making me hunger for her more. Maybe it was because we'd just had anal sex, but every last one of my inhibitions flew right out the window. I pulled Sarah's hand away from her crotch and leaned over, closing my mouth over her gooey mound, shoving my tongue inside her.

"Gawd!" she screamed, arcing her back, wriggling like a furious snake on the table.

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I held her tight and ate at her folds, delighting in the taste of our combined flavors. Her pussy was sweet heaven to me, a delectable treat that I could savor forever, could never get enough of. I ate my cream and another climax from her, then gently eased off, teasing her labia with light swipes of my tongue, sucking her plump lips into my mouth, then finally planted a soft kiss to her swollen clit.

Sarah's hands stroked my hair and scalp languidly. "Sweet jeezus, baby."

I laughed and stood up, then let myself fall forward over her. My cheek was instantly coated with warm cum from her breasts, and I felt it squishing between our bodies. I felt her moving beneath me, pushing up onto her elbows, then she took my face into her hand and guided me to her mouth. She kissed me slow but deep, the heady taste of us mingling on our tongues.

I was hard again, length pressed against her gooey stomach. Kissing her slow and deep, I rose up and slid my cock down her body to her slit and pushed inside her, but Sarah put her hand on my chest, the signal to stop.

With a soft smack, her lips left mine and she shook her head and gave a breathless laugh. "Uh-uh. I need a break."

"Okay," I sighed pitifully, making her giggle, then gasp when my fat dick popped out of her. "Round three in the shower then?"

Chapter 59

Parking my car in the lot at Dangerous Angels, I was just as nervous as the day I'd interviewed. It was weird though. As I was walking up to the building, the hair on the back of my neck stood up. I stopped and looked around me, feeling like I was being watched. But as quickly as the feeling came, it went away.

The day started the same as my first day too. Lacking a badge to key my way inside, I stopped at the receptionist's desk. I almost opened my mouth in greeting, but when I really looked at Kara, so many unexpected emotions tore through me, most of them good too. Kara was clacking away on her keyboard, gaze fixed to her monitor, while someone barked in her ear through a headset. She was nodding, typing, and saying "yes, yes, understood, of course, absolutely, right away", but not necessarily in that order. But I'd never been happier to see her.

I didn't know Kara well, of course, but she was Kara, the receptionist for Dangerous Angels, where I worked. Why was that important? My life had been derailed by a few well-placed punches and kicks, not to mention a particularly nasty strangling affair, but now I was getting back on track. Other than my pain-in-the-ass knee, I was up and about, back at work, and feeling fantastic.

So, I just stood there, hands folded in front of me, camera bag slung over my shoulder, grinning like an idiot.

"My gawd," Kara hissed after ending the call. "That man is such an incredible pain in my..." She trailed off, realizing someone was waiting for her. Yanking her headset off and throwing it on the desk, Kara looked up at me, her expression already asking what the hell do you want, but then her eyes focused on me. And then she screamed. "Ohmygawd!!!!!!!"

Kara jumped out of her chair and made a beeline around the desk to throw herself at me. My eyes widened over her shoulder. Honestly, I hadn't expected that strong a reaction from Kara.

"Well, hi there," I laughed.

Taking my hands, Kara leaned back to look at me and flashed a cute smile. "Your hair is so cute!" Then she jumped as something dawned on her. "Oh!"

Letting go of my hands, Kara spun around and reached over her desk to punch a button on her phone, then she screeched, "She's here!"

Before I had a chance to ask who she'd called, Kara spun back around and hugged me again, with yet another squeal of delight.

"Gawd, it feels like it's been ages since you've been around!" she told me, taking hold of my upper arms and giving me a squeeze. "How do you feel?"

"Good, actually," I told her.

I heard the door open that lead into the back, then...

"There's my girl!"

Darren looked amazing. His blonde hair was longer, fuller, and his pale eyes seemed to sparkle like jewels. He just looked so happy that I couldn't help but wonder if his relationship with his boyfriend had progressed as well as mine with Sarah. I mean, come on, he couldn't be that happy just because of me, right?

I peeled myself away from Kara and practically ran at him. Darren met me halfway, wrapped his arms around my waist, and picked me right up, spinning me round and round. His laughter rumbled through my stomach and I held him tight, my arms around his neck, so happy to see him like this. After all, the last time he'd seen me, I'd been pretty banged up. Held up in his arms, I couldn't help but notice that he'd been working out too, and I had to agree with Rose; It was a crying shame that he played for the other team.

"My gawd, Amy," he said, slowing down the merry-go-round and setting me down on my feet, but he gave me such an amazingly warm hug and said softly, "I really missed you, honey."

I'd missed him too, and the moment was so genuine, so heartfelt and real, that I started crying. I think he knew I was doing it too, because he leaned back to look at me with worry, then he smiled and cupped my face, turning it down so that he could kiss my forehead.

I held onto his wrists, part of me so comforted by his presence that I didn't want him to go.

"Come on," he said, smiling happily and taking one of my hands. "Let's get you to work."

I followed Darren through the door.

"Welcome back, Amy!" Kara called after us, and I managed to give her an appreciative smile before the door closed behind us.

The moment we hit the floor, everyone that caught sight of me nodded, smiled, waved, or said something cheery, welcoming me back. There were even a few new faces, but they seemed to know me, or about me, at least, because they welcomed me back too.

"Okay, so we have a big shoot lined up for today," Darren told me.

I balked inside, my nerves fraying again. "Is that such a good idea?"

"What are you talking about?" He laughed over his shoulder, then shrugged. "Of course it's a good idea. We need to get you back in the thick of things." Darren spun around to walk backwards, holding both of my hands and giving them a reassuring squeeze. "No beating around the bush, Amy. You've been through hell, but it's time to put it all behind you."

I agreed, of course, but I still wanted to argue. "I kind of figured we'd start slow, you know?"

Darren raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Since when do you do anything slow?"

I opened my mouth to explain that I was nervous, but he interrupted me, letting go of one of my hands and turning back around. "Besides, I didn't say it was a complicated shoot."

As we made our way deeper into the work areas, I noticed there had been a lot of changes. Some of the shooting spaces had been redesigned, so that set pieces could be more readily moved around and adjusted. Just as I spotted an impossibly tall amazon of a woman with dark red hair that I'd been dying to shoot since my first day - but whose name I couldn't remember for the life of me - a couple of set assistants were using a small forklift-like thing to push an entire coastal cottage set from one area to another, with all of the furniture and dressings still on it.

What was revealed behind the cottage blew me away; a beach of glistening black sand. A green screen was set up for the water and sky to be digitally added, both of which would no doubt be formed from colors you wouldn't find anywhere but on an episode of Star Trek.

There was a set made to look like Athens, another that I swear on my soul was from a Deathstar scene in a Star Wars movie, but with just enough differences so as not to be sued. There was a deep woods type cabin, complete with trees and leaf-strewn ground, with another green screen behind it. Most of the sets still looked like rooms from upscale homes or apartments, but the quality of the sets was much higher.

"Wow, you guys have really made improvements," I said, looking about in wonder.

"Actually, we do most of our shoots offsite now," Darren told me, then he gestured around us. "These are used almost exclusively for catalogue shoots. Most of the sets aren't good enough for the magazines."

"Magazines?" I blinked, spotting Rose a couple of sets away with two other girls.

"Oh, yeah," he said, turning around and walking backwards again, holding my hands and practically bouncing as he walked. "Dangerous Angels and Armia are tight these days. Jean Pierre and his old flame worked out their differences."

"His old flame?" I asked.

"Yep," Darren smiled, turning back around and picking up the pace, so that I almost had to jog to keep up with him. "He and Clarisse had a falling out years ago. She's the majority shareholder of Armia. Jean Pierre has been trying to work with her to better both businesses." He looked at me over his shoulder. "He talked her into sharing some of the models. That's how Sarah got work with Armia."

"Oh."

When Darren turned back to face me yet again, he really did bounce up on his toes. "Keeps all of our portfolios fresh, not to mention the amazing opportunities you photographers will have. In fact, he wants you to..."

Darren didn't get to finish, what with the mob of painfully attractive women that suddenly assaulted me. Naturally, they were led by Rose. Among the gaggle was a brunette, Patricia, another girl with pretty auburn hair, Angela, and then the red head, whose name I finally remembered, Ginger. No, I'm not sure that it's not a stage name. She certainly had the body for exotic dancing, but the reason I remembered her name was because of the way she smelled; kiwi and strawberry. I made a mental note to pick up whatever she was wearing for Sarah.

While the press of four incredibly feminine bodies in nothing but barely-there lingerie was overwhelming, I certainly wasn't going to complain. Hell, would you?

I managed to share an amused grin with Darren, who'd been shoved aside to make room for the girls. After the hugging, squealing, jumping and kisses were done, the girls moved back a step to give me some room.

"Gawd, it's good to have you back," Rose gushed and hugged me again.

"It's good to be back," I smiled.

Ginger pouted cutely. "I'm really going to miss James though."

I didn't recognize the name. "James?"

"Her photographer, until today," Patricia said, rubbing Ginger's shoulder.

"Oh. Is he leaving?"

"No," Ginger shook her head, full lips stretching into a grin. "I'm your new girl."

"Oh, you are totally going to love shooting this one," Rose said earnestly, stepping over to Ginger and opening her gauzy robe wide. "I'm mean, shit, who wouldn't?"

Ginger was incredibly beautiful. Tall with generous curves, smooth skin with the cutest little freckles you had to strain to see, big green eyes and a small nose. Her hair was long, falling almost to her butt, but it was pulled back in a very loose braid. A few strands of dark red hair were loose at the sides, framing her face. She was really quite stunning. Already, I was picturing the way light could bring out her features, cast her athletically toned body in highlight and shadow.

Nope. No arguments from me.

"Oh, but there is one thing," Rose said, holding up her hand. I raised my eyebrows for her to continue. Rose grinned. "Ginger has the hardest time with the concealing pads, so she'll need your help."

Ginger gave me a teasing wink.

I frowned at Rose playfully. "You're such a bitch."

The girls laughed, and so did Trevor.

The day flew right by in a whirlwind of a shoot, with the girls wearing lingerie that complimented each other and the sets, always at least two of them in frame at the same time, but usually three. It was a casual shoot, in the style of photojournalism, which seemed to be all the rage these days, so the girls actually had a lot of fun. The girls talked and laughed at jokes, having a good time. Rose even told them about the dinner that Sarah and I hosted for her.

The tall black curtains were closed around us, and they changed lingerie right there on the set, which caught me way off guard. I'd finally gotten into my zone when it first happened. I was in the heat of the moment, so happy to be behind a camera again, shooting to my heart's content, when out of nowhere, Ginger started taking off her bra while in a conversation with Rose. She was nodding at something Rose said when her bra came away, and there were simply no words to adequately describe the breasts on that girl.

They were easily as large as Violet's, and Violet was fucking stacked, so full and firm. The tips of Ginger's breasts were only slightly darker than her skin, but her nipples were long and thick, made for sucking, licking, biting. My mouth fell open as she bent over, working her panties down her legs, those mouth-watering breasts hanging beneath her, moving only slightly with her, they were so very full, but now and then she would bump one with her arm, making the boob jiggle delightfully. But what really killed me, what got my blood pumping, what twisted my stomach into knots, what damn near made my cock launch right out of my body, was the utter lack of a concealing pad and the baby-smooth mound between her legs. It was lush, plump, and neat, just like Violet.