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Click hereAs the street opened out wide in front of her, Lucy slowed her pace. She was still unsure of whether she should be here, whether she was really going to go through with this. It had only been a small advert in the back of the paper, hidden amongst the blurb of mobile phone adverts and overpriced "chat" lines. "Wanted!" It had simply said, "Liberal, open minded girl for sexual exhibition. Good rates of pay."
It had been three weeks since Lucy had returned from India, and a week before that since she had last had sex. She called the number in the advert simply because she was feeling reckless and horny after this abstinence. The soft, business-like voice on the other end of the phone didn't ask any questions, simply told her to go for an audition at five o'clock today. She guessed at what kind of "audition" this would be and it excited her.
Lucy had always had quite an exhibitionist streak. This is not to say she acted up, like some howling "starlet" in a low budget grumble flick. Neither did she particularly enjoy performing for partners, stripteases and the like (best left to the professionals, she reckoned). She just loved to be watched while she was being fucked. To have people looking at her, lusting after her; to know that she was arousing them was an incredible turn on, and this always made her fuck harder, willing to descend into realms of depravity that she would not normally venture into.
So, having been tantalised by the advert, hungry for sex after so long, Lucy sauntered down Browne Street, the main road that led to Clandestine Street and the audition. She had chosen for the occasion a light, figure-hugging sky-blue dress. It was cut a few inches above the knee, made of soft linen. Low at the front, it pushed her already large breasts into an eye-catching cleavage, sweeping down over her tummy to swish around her full, rounded ass as it swayed with her sensual walk. It had been raining steadily since she left the house, and without realising it Lucy had got wet through. The dark outlines of her hardening nipples showed through the fabric of the dress, and it was apparent that she was not wearing any underwear (it would only get dirty). The dress clung to her inner thighs and briefly outlined her shaven pussy before another stride swept it out of view.
The men that walked past were examining her, she could feel it. They were trying to be subtle, but Lucy caught burning stares as she looked up, heard slight gasps as they realised the visibility and suckability of her nipples. A couple of men standing outside a shop watched her and had to adjust themselves to accommodate their growing erections. Lucy felt all of this and it spurred her on. The heat was rising to her skin, she was becoming flushed and thrilled at the thought of being seen, effectively naked, in this street in broad daylight.
The red light district was approaching, and with it Lucy's destination. This area of town was not dangerous, though it was slightly seedy, filled with forbidden desires fulfilled and furtive glances given by escaping middle class businessmen. Her pace quickened. The closer she got, the more excited she became. She slowed again as she was approached by a girl of medium height, about the same age. She had a pretty, elfin face and short blonde hair, and was wearing only hot pants and a sheer black halter-neck.
"Hello sugar," the girl cooed as she ran a manicured finger down Lucy's chest and stomach, "wanna have some fun?" Lucy paused, considering the proposition. It would be easy just to forget the audition and go and satisfy herself on this young thing's tongue. She had experimented with girls in India and found that she liked it. But after a few moments she smiled and shook her head.
"I'm not backing out," she thought as she pressed on "I want this and I've got nothing to lose. The worst that could happen is that I get a free bad fuck. But then, I guess I'm in the right place to rectify that." She looked wistfully back at the tight ass of the girl that had just approached her, then licked her lips and turned into Clandestine Street.....
"Name?"
"Lucy."
"Age?"
"Twenty two."
"That's great. OK Lucy, take your clothes off for me please."
Lucy was sitting in a large plush leather chair in a small modern office. There were no windows, and the lights were mellow. Soft carpet covered the floor and there were a few minimalist pictures on the walls, but the office was pretty bare except for the desk and the man sitting behind it. The address had turned out to be a sex emporium. Lucy, upon arriving, had been led through a shop selling adult toys and videos (she smirked as she saw items that she recognised, sighing at the memories of using them), past a fairly large auditorium and into the office at the back of the building.
She was relieved to see that the man sitting behind the desk looked young, clean and professional, having heard stories about old, fat, moustachioed men in vests running porn shows just so that they could screw all the girls. The man in front of her would not need any of that. He was in his late twenties, tall and slim, his well-cut suit showing the curves of a toned and fit body. An easy, friendly smile that matched his manner, fine cheekbones and light blue eyes were topped by short cropped, mousy hair.
He noted her look of shock at his outright request, and came out from behind the desk to reassure her.
"Lucy, I need see what you look like naked so that I know that an audience will enjoy watching you... perform." He paused before the last word, and said it with a sultry relish that quickened Lucy's breath. "Would you like me to help you?" he added with a hint of a smile. Lucy licked her lips. The silence of the office and the heavy sense of anticipation were making her skin tingle. Her body felt awake and excited at the treat she was expecting.
"No thank you, sir-"
"Phil."
"Mmm. No thank you Phil," she replied, "I can do it quicker."
Upon uttering this, Lucy pulled the straps from her shoulders and peeled the wet material from her skin. It left a thin sheen of water that felt cool in the air-conditioned office. She arched her back as she pushed the dress down over her ass and left it to fall and pool around her feet. She was left standing naked, mere feet from a clothed, strong young man. Her nipples were already erect and she was almost quivering with eagerness. She could feel her pussy awakening and becoming wet, ready for the activity, aching for it. Phil just stood looking her up and down, examining every inch of her body for what seemed like an eternity. With every second that passed Lucy became more wet, so much that she wanted to grab her appraiser and pull him inside her as he began to circle behind her.
The room was filled with the sound of her ragged breathing as Phil moved in closer. She jumped as he cupped her ass with one hand, testing its firmness. Then the touch was gone. Lucy could feel him behind her still, but could not see him. She bit her lip to keep from moaning in pleasure as he gave her a light spank and felt a wave of pleasure wash over her that matched the wave of juice that her pussy was now producing.
Phil stayed close to her, running his hands over her hips and stomach and up to her breasts, leaving trails of shivers as he went. He was in front of her now and Lucy could smell him -- a fresh and sweet scent that she thought she recognized. She was almost gasping now and he seemed pleased with her eagerness, so desperate that she wanted to lean in and bite his neck and chest as he fucked her. Meanwhile Phil was gently running his hand over her breasts and nipples, watching her reaction, switching his gaze between her body and her eyes.
"You have a beautiful body, Lucy. Firm, curved, well kept, well shaved. Beautiful. I'm happy to say we can move on to the next stage, one which I think you will enjoy. If you get this job, you will be having sex in full view of the public. I need to see how you fuck. Sadly, it would be unprofessional of me to... test you.... myself." With that he walked over to the other door and opened it. The man who stepped in made Lucy's eyes burn and her mouth water.
"This is Harry."
Harry just smiled. He was slightly shorter than Phil, but no less attractive. He had curly hair and a body that, while not intricately toned, looked firm and fit. He was naked. Lucy's eyes flashed down to his groin where his erection was already growing. She watched hungrily as it reached its full potential within seconds, about eight inches long, thick and uncut. She started to imagine and plan her next moves with relish...
Phil silently moved over and sat down behind his desk as the naked pair eyed each other. After giving them a few seconds to get visually acquainted, he was ready to start the proceedings.
"OK, show me what you can do."
Lucy hardly heard him, had forgotten he was there in her lust. She strode forward and was folded into Harry's frame a second later, kissing him passionately. She felt his cock pressing against her stomach as he flicked his tongue across her lips. Caressing his tongue with hers she reached for the member. It was hot in her hands, the soft skin moving smoothly over the engorged head. She took a light grip and started to work him slowly in her hand, using short gentle strokes up and down -- just enough to heighten his arousal without moving him too far forward. The heat between her legs rose to new levels as her juices started to escape her pussy lips and slip downwards, the scent filling the air around the writhing bodies.
Harry needed no encouragement and quickly spread his kisses down her body, removing his cock from her reach, until he was kneeling in front of her. She opened her legs, scissoring them slightly to give him better access, and grabbed the kneeling male by his curly locks in order to push his head into her crotch. Instantly his tongue was there, warm and soft. It probed between her lips, exploring them inside and out as Harry lapped and sucked and swallowed Lucy's sweet liquid.
"Thank God he knows what he's doing," thought Lucy, closing her eyes as her pleasurer found the exposed nub of her clit and began to run his tongue teasingly in small light circles around it. She moaned and gripped his hair tighter, commanding him to lick her clit in a strangled voice. Her reward was a brief brush of his rough tongue against it which almost made her knees buckle.
She opened her eyes to steady herself and suddenly became aware of Phil, sitting calmly behind his desk, his arousal apparent from the bulge in his trousers. He was watching them, unblinking, trying to retain his air of professionalism. His breathing was slightly harsh and his face had a reddish tinge that had not been there before. Those strong hands gripped the arms of his chair, whether to keep him from touching himself or to try and remain seated Lucy was unsure.
Harry was flicking his tongue directly across her clit now, bringing unconscious whimpers from Lucy with each stroke, and she could feel the muscles in her loins begin to tighten in orgasm. She could feel her limbs tingling all the way down to her fingers and toes, and knew that when that tingling reached her pussy she would come hard. Images filled her mind, images of her pushing herself down onto Harry's mouth, grinding herself against him has she covered him with sticky come.
This thought almost pushed her over the edge, but, still looking into Phil's eyes, Lucy locked her fingers into Harry's hair and pulled him away. She broke the contact and leant up to kiss her partner hungrily, licking her own succulent juices from his lips. His cock had reddened through his arousal and the tip was covered in translucent precum which Lucy reached and dipped two fingers into. Turning to Phil, feeling his stare, she stalked over to his desk, very deliberately putting one finger at a time in her mouth and sucking the fluid from them. She loved the "taste of sex", as she called it -- the taste of her own juices mixed with those of a man, and she could see the effect it had on Phil as his eyes narrowed slightly and his erection gave a lurch.
Finally, she stood facing him, on the opposite side of the desk. Never breaking eye contact, she slowly leaned down until her nipples brushed the cool surface and arched her back to open and expose her pussy to the waiting body behind her. Phil's face was now only about five feet away from hers, and they could feel each other's ragged breathing on their skin. Lucy gave a lopsided smile as she felt Harry step in behind her and position himself to enter her. Her teeth bared, mouth slightly open as he pushed the head of his cock into her and worked it gently in and out a few times. Her pussy expanded to cope and then grasped and sucked at the organ. Harry started to slowly push further in, a centimetre at a time.
Lucy drew a long breath in as she took more and more cock inside her. Her lungs reached full capacity just as her pussy did and gave her a head rush. Phil's eyes still burned into her and she saw him gulp as he realised she had just taken Harry's entire shaft inside her. There was a large spot of precum surrounding the outline of his cock which Lucy longed to lap up.
A moan escaped her and she shut her eyes as Harry began to withdraw, pulling out to half way before pushing his cock back into her. His right hand gripped her shoulder as his left held her hips, and he used this stance to draw her back towards him. Lucy could feel his thickness stretching her, the melting pleasure as the texture of his shaft rubbed her inner walls. Then he was fucking her, hard and fast, the way she had been aching for since she had lost her dress. Placing her hands flat on the desk, she used his grip on her shoulder to bounce back on him, keeping time with his thrusts. Even though she could not see him she knew that Phil was almost frantic with desire, could feel him shifting in his chair, trying to comfortably accommodate his stiff cock.
A slight shift of her stance changed Harry's angle so that his thrusts hit her G-spot, and she opened her eyes to capture Phil again. Her pussy was clenching around Harry's member and she could hear him, feel him getting close. The tingling was there again in her arms and legs and her nipples were so tight they almost hurt. She was grunting with each stroke and her breasts swung, brushing the desk in time.
"Oh.... Fuck..... Yeah...." escaped her lips as she came suddenly. Her entire body clenched and she clawed at the desk. Harry gave a low groan and his cock pulsed as he shot his come into her. Lucy could feel it filling her as her pussy squeezed and sucked his juice from of him. Phil was watching her still, watching her being fucked, watching her milk the cream from a cock as she came. This brought a second burst of orgasm and Lucy lost control, mewling as her come washed over Harry's groin and ran down her own legs. Her head was thrown back and she was moaning, open mouthed, not caring who heard.
Her muscles were still spasming as her orgasm subsided. Harry withdrew his cock from her and her pussy clamped down strongly to avoid losing any of his come. Phil was still sitting in his chair, trying and failing to control his breathing and composure.
A wicked thought crossed Lucy's mind. Even though she had just been thoroughly filled with cock, she was still turned on. The interview had awakened something in her and she wanted the job, wanted to be paid to be fucked before an audience. She looked hungrily at Phil's concealed meat and decided to add a final nail to the coffin.
Giving him a devious smile she walked quickly round the desk and knelt between her assessor's legs, reaching for his shaft. She rubbed it a few times under his trousers, testing its hardness, feeling the heat rise to her chest and face once more. But the time for tenderness was past and she eagerly reached for his fly.
"Lucy, wait!" Phil gasped, gently pulling her hand away, "You've got the job. That was an amazing display. There's no need to show me any more."
"Shh!" was Lucy's only reply, as her expression became very serious and she once again started to undo his trousers. She wanted to taste him now. The scent of his precum and feel of his shaft, along with his examination of her made her mouth water.
Phil did not need asking twice as he relaxed in his chair, allowing his head to roll back and closing his eyes. Lucy freed his cock and immediately engulfed it in her mouth. Its hotness astounded her as the head brushed past her lips and pushed towards the back of her throat. Slightly thicker than Harry's, it was the perfect size for Lucy and her breathing quickened as she imagined him fucking her pussy or ass.
She began to suck gently but eagerly, working about three inches of his shaft into her mouth and running her tongue around it, gratefully swallowing the sweet stickiness which already coated the skin. Precum was leaking in a constant stream from the head of his cock and she could tell from his laboured breaths and the tightening of his loins that he was close to shooting in her mouth. She imagined the thick fluid flowing into her throat and began to fuck the shaft in and out of her mouth, pushing Phil further into his arousal. His jaw was clenched, he grasped the chair, desperately trying not to come, trying to prolong this pleasure as long as possible.
"Now for the clincher," Lucy thought. She would have smiled at the treat that Phil was about to experience had her mouth not been so full of his cock. Slowly, achingly, she began to slide her lips down the length of his shaft, all the while making sure that he could feel her rough tongue spread and pressed tightly against the sensitive underside. When she had engulfed about three quarters (it had taken her months to learn how to relax her throat) and could feel his balls pulling up towards his body and his hips beginning to thrust she suddenly removed all contact. His cock was still inside her mouth but she was not touching him.
Phil growled at being denied when he was so close. He could feel her warm breath flowing into his groin, driving him wild with frustration. And then, ever so slowly, Lucy began to pull her head back, drawing a moan from her captive, until his cock stood free and bouncing once again.
"Ready?" she whispered, looking up into his eyes and licking her lips. Phil just looked back at her pleadingly, not knowing what she meant. She kept looking up at him as she pressed her lips onto the purple head of his shaft, softly tonguing the opening. Finally, she once again began the agonisingly slow descent. This was Lucy's favourite trick and it had never failed to give instant incredible orgasms. She reached half way point an agonising minute later, all the while brushing her tongue along the underside of his cock, staring into his eyes.
Phil could feel the incredible tightness in his groin, and in his desperation for release it was all he could do to stop himself pushing all the way into her throat. Lucy's lips pushing past halfway sent him over the edge and he began to come hard. She quickly pushed the last inches of cock into her throat as she felt it jerking and grasped his buttocks to ensure that the thrusting of his hips did not pull it out. The waves of pleasure spread outwards from the base of his shaft as Phil started to empty his come into Lucy's throat, putting his hands on the back of her head to hold himself deep inside her. Four heavy shots of come erupted from his buried shaft, each followed by Lucy swallowing. This sensation heightened his pleasure and he held her there for several minutes, locked onto her gaze, as he emptied more come than he had ever shot before into her eager mouth.
Lucy slowly pulled her mouth back from the impaling member, leaving several sticky ropes trailing from her lips. She had not really tasted the come, as it had all gone straight into her throat and been swallowed, so she gathered the come from round her mouth with her fingers, and licked the shaft clean carefully and thoroughly in order to savour the sweet musky taste.