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Unblinking Eye
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I took her hand in mine, and looked into her eyes, smiling warmly. She grinned at me, that youthful, playful grin as we heard the music start. This was not our first time doing this, by a long shot, but it would be our first time under the camera for it. I looked at her outfit. If you could call it that. Cheri was wearing a long, black silk scarf that was wrapped around her in a ‘V’ between her legs, and an ‘X’ over her chest. A single scarf. I figured it must have taken her a long time to figure out how to tie that scarf on like that. She was gorgeous.
I always felt that her beauty was greater than mine. She was about five-foot-three, so kind of short, compared to my six feet even, and she had silky red hair, which she kept short. I always felt it made her look like an executive or something, especially when she wore her glasses. She was not wearing them now. She didn’t need to. I looked at her chest, which was a lovely c-cup at the least, held at bay by the tightly wrapped silk. Her body was healthy, not too trim, but no obvious signs of flab either. The natural, non-starved feel of her body was why she was my favorite to partner with. I had black hair, about shoulder length, and slightly curly. My features were a little less soft than Cheri’s, but that was natural for me.
“Are you ready Angel?” she asked me, placing her hands on my chest, bringing herself up close. I nodded softly. That was the other reason that I liked to partner with her. She actually seemed to genuinely like me. I placed my hands on hers, and let her squeeze my breasts. About the same size as hers, they were loosely held in a cut-off t-shirt. I was wearing that, and a very small black leather mini-skirt, and a loose black leather belt. Booth of us were wearing long black boots, made of some kind of vinyl material covered in velvet. Out of all the costumes they gave us, I liked this the most. I looked to the door, and smiled.
“I am ready when you are. Smile pretty for the camera.” I told her, laughing, as I held her hand. We stepped out the door.
The lights were very bright. Much more so than usual, and the room was filled with about forty guys, all completely naked, standing still, but I don’t think anyone managed to keep from smiling with anxiousness. Making them happy was my reason for doing this. What other chance does one have to make so many people that happy with so little ‘work’ type effort? I led Cheri to a padded platform in the middle of the room, just under waist high. It was from some kind of medical office originally, but they put a frame around it, and put sheets on it, and it looked really nice now. I climbed onto it, and got on my knees, facing Cheri, as the music blared away. We had been asked just to act as normal, and not look for the cameras, so that is what we did. I smiled at her, as the guys slowly closed in.
“I’ve not seen so many guys here before… Gotta be forty of them at least.” she said, mirroring my own thoughts. She said, keeping a smile on her lips. I moved forward, and wrapped my arms around her, as the first ring of guys circled around the platform. We stayed on our knees, and I brought my lips to hers. It wasn’t for the money, though. Not like most of the guys here thought. I think, honestly, I would be doing this to Cheri even if we were alone. I had, on occasion, done just that.
There was a lot of murmuring in the back of the room, of guys waiting their ‘turn’ and the ones who were closest to us were merely watching for now, but were becoming, one by one, fully erect, swelling from watching our tender embrace, breasts touching together through thin, insignificant fabric, lips caressing, touching, then pressed together fully as Cheri leaned in close to me, and her tongue invaded my mouth. I reached around behind her, where I knew that silk scarf was tied in a bow, and heard a cheer of approval as I slipped the bow loose, and started to unwrap the ribbon.
Cheri leaned back as I did this, both for the audience, and, not really thinking about it, for the camera too. I carefully unwound the scarf, and found that no wrap was redundant. Every single motion of my hand removing the fabric revealed her more and more. I looked up to see two of the gentlemen who were here for the fun begin to stroke their hard flesh, looking at us both through lustful, half closed eyes. The entire group was pressed in fairly close, and Lukas, the one in charge of this party, and all those before it, had been very kind in the placement of the men, putting the shortest in front, and the tallest in back. This was good planning, I thought, with this many guys. I finally pulled away that silk scarf, leaving her just in boot, and a slight blush. She then rather suddenly and aggressively pounced me. It wasn’t something she had ever done before, but perhaps she was just showing off, for the larger number of guys, or the camera, more likely. I found myself pressed to the platform on my shoulders, and my hips resting on her thighs, as she pulled in close, and put her hands on my tummy, caressing my exposed midriff. She then pulled my shirt up, rather briskly, likely doing some damage to the seams, and she tossed it, hooking it over one of the men’s thick shafts.
There was a bit of chuckling, and he picked it off of his masculinity, and draped it over his shoulder, before resuming rather eagerly pumping his cock. I looked back up at Cheri, as she looked into my eyes with a very hungry expression that I knew the camera would catch. She put her hands on my firm breasts, and squeezed softly, my nipples pinched between her fingers, as she leaned in and kissed me again, passionately this time, her tongue probing my mouth very eagerly. Her sex was exposed as she leaned over my like this, and I heard the soft thumping over the music of the three of four guys behind her, taking in the view, speeding up there motions. She was shaven, of course, so her pert labia were likely spread slightly, leaving her pink inner folds visible. I caressed up and down her back, as she kissed me, and I heard the soft groan of a view of the guys around us.
Finally, as if in response to their unspoken desires, Cheri slid back, placing her rump actually rather close to the now frantically stroked members that were the focus of the three guys behind her. Cheri took off my belt, and then my skirt, rather hastily, but then grabbed the belt, and slid back over me, as the music changed, and the room really began to warm up, sweat glistening on our skin from the lights, and all the body heat. I could smell the wild musk from all the men in the room, and I writhed from it, feeling so incredibly hot, just from that alone. I gasps, as I felt the belt slip around one of my wrists, then Cheri grabbed the other, and slipped it, in a figure eight, around both, and hooked it to what had been a railing for the underside of this platform. I was rather securely tied down with my own belt.
I heard a loud grunt just over my head, and a hot streamer of cum spattered my breasts, surprising Cheri a bit, but she lifted her head, and smiled at the rather trigger happy guy, who panted heavily, and slinked back toward the couches and beer-stocked refreshment area. Fortunately, because of how intense this sort of thing was, no one ever teased the new guy. He would come back in the end line anyway. I groaned loudly myself, as I felt Cheri’s hot lips on my pert nipples. Every other time, I had been the more dominating one, forcing Cheri down and eating out her sweet, shaven little slit. But this time, it seemed, she was willing to upstage me a bit. This was special to her, perhaps.
I writhed softly in my belt-restraints, as she suckled softly on my nipple, and massaged the other with her firm but careful hands. She finally slid down my body, pressed her hot mouth over my neatly trimmed mound, and spread my thick, puffy, aroused labia with her tongue, making me groan louder, and arch my back. My mouth open, I felt hot fluid hit right over my tongue. I swallowed reflexively, the next jet splashing over my lips, as I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want to get any in my eyes. My thoughts of that were stolen away suddenly, as I felt Cheri’s tongue fluttering like a pinwheel in a spring storm over my tingling clit.
My breathing became erratic, and I felt dizzy with pleasure, as I lurched softly back against her tongue, only to be pushed back into place by her fingers, pressing up into me, middle and index both. I released a loud cry of pleasure, and surprise, as she started hammering me, the sound of her wet penetration of her fingers filling the room along with the grunts and groans of several of the guys around us at one. I felt hot jizz streak my skin in several spots. It was definitely getting underway now.
The feel of that hot cum splashing over us both made me lose it quickly, giving up my sweet nectar for her rather explosively, shrieking with orgasm, as I felt her tongue return to my clit, her fingers slipping back and forth rapidly, but even as I came, she didn’t stop. I felt her moan over my slit, as I writhed in my intense climax, an I looked up, as I saw ribbons of white spunk falling over us from all sides now. The flow from the back to the front had begun, and there was not much delay, with the show Cheri was putting on.
She was using one hand to pleasure me, pounding her slender, strong fingers in and out of my convulsing sex, as her other hand busied itself between her legs, which were spread wide, as she leaned over my on her knees, her chest to the platform. She was pumping herself just as hot and hard as she was me. I felt her shudder against me, and she stopped licking and stabbing at my sex with her fingers for just a moment, as she squealed loudly. Thick gushes of seed splashed saturating over her ass and her lower back, and I could hear her juices, mixed with the streamers of cum that were splattering over her pumping hand, foaming at her sex as she pumped herself desperately. She groaned in her orgasm, before burying her nose back into my sex, and licking me a while longer.
I looked around me, afterglow stolen away by my pleasure starting to boil up again. Almost everyone was stroking themselves now, the ones in back slowly, the ones in front who were not already showering us with their seed were pumping fast and hard. Cheri and I were both getting coated quickly. This was enough to force me right back over the edge, as I arched my back. Some time, in the middle of this, Cheri changed positions, moving her cum-glazed ass onto the platform, and wedging herself against me, half turning me onto my side, as she scissor her hips between mine, and pressed her slick, soaking pussy against my own.
I gasped loudly, as I felt my climax starting to wane, and a loud groan of approval from a few of the guys hit us. This was something we had never done on stage like this. Cheri held my knee, and began to grind her cum=coated sex against mine, smearing all that slick seed against my inner thighs and my wide, dripping sex. I threw my head down, and immediately took a soaking from above, as the torrential downpour of masculine essence continued. The next ten or fifteen minutes was an indistinguishable haze of orgasm, mine and hers, and of hot white rain of salty cum, from every direction.
I didn’t even get to see if the first one to burst all over my chest and face ever came back for seconds, because I was so involved in wailing my lungs out with orgasm. Cheri had just the right angle to rub me and used it to her advantage, as we both got completely covered in the stuff, making it look like we had been in a Krispy Kreme shop accident, as the last few guys sank to their knees, holding the edge of the bed, panting, having been, perhaps, pleasuring themselves for the full forty-five minutes that this had been going on.
Finally, as the music was turned down, signaling the end of our show, I felt Cheri change positions again, crawling over me, getting on top of me, and laying against my wet flesh, sweat, hot jizz, and the scent of musk all around us. She kissed me tenderly, in a sign that went well beyond affection, and I understood then, that what she did tonight was not for the camera, or for the crowd. It was for me.
