Hot Talk

I should have anticipated an explosion on the set, given the day's topic: "Women Who Have Stolen Their Sister's Boyfriends." Not only did the material hold that kind of promise, but my guests, two excitable girls, guaranteed the kind of emotional outburst my audiences had come to expect. I'd become accustomed to such flare-ups-I wouldn't have been Barbara Grant, celebrated talk show hostess, otherwise. People appearing on my show, Hot Talk, aired their dirty laundry with unfailing regularity. It was common ground for the verbal masochists in the world, who felt vindicated when disclosing highly charged intimate details.

I would have liked to believe that a sector of my viewers-perhaps the male populationtuned in for me, rather than my flammable subject matter. After all, I wore some rather revealing outfits. I loved flaunting myself before my viewers. My costume designer interpreted my exhibitionistic tendencies with stunning selections. My dresses, for example, had to be tight, low-cut (to show as much of those big, billowy tits as possible) and short (to display my gorgeous legs) to gain approval. I especially liked off-the-shoulder apparel, as it afforded my audience an even more sumptuous view of my tits, a peek at my back and, of course, a titillating picture of my softly rounded shoulders. I enjoyed the feathery contact of my light brown hair as it flowed and whipped over my skin; I had it styled in such a fashion to drape and flatter my profile.

I did date some of my guests. As an interviewer, I was exceptional; in bed, dynamite. I read people's minds and anticipated their sexual needs as freely as getting a handle on their most complex frustrations. I loved to probe and uncover, providing my subject was willing. I provided strong eye contact and a sympathetic smile while drilling them for "juice." Extracting and unraveling secrets was a fulfilling challenge. Making people cry wasn't my intent, but if I happened to stumble upon that emotion, I went for gold. Afterward, I'd be quick to offer compassion and understanding. I'd enjoy the soothing process, too; people like to feel appreciated for their honesty, even at the risk of character assassination.

As a result, very little fazed me. I loved my job, as well as its perks-particularly of the sexual variety. I was rarely home on a Saturday night, unless I had company in bed. I was invited to all sorts of engagements, paired with some of the hottest male stars for charity functions, and had been known to indulge in a little hardcore fun afterward.

I enjoyed creating attention with the purpose to entice. Although known to sensationalize topics, I remained professional throughout each session, balanced and composed-the glue that kept each show together. My positive attitude was reflected in my ratings.

My daily hope was that the best stuff got past the censors. I had repeatedly visited my producer's office, defending the excised scenes, occasionally successful in partially restoring some deletions.

"All right, Jane," I stated to my first guest while crossing my spectacular legs (conscious of the hemline creeping seductively up my hot thighs), "why don't we begin with your version of the story? Tell us of your ordeal."

Jane, a quiet blonde appearing to be the victim, cleared her throat and addressed the audience. "I went out with Roger for six months before he was introduced to my sister. I would say we were generally happy with each other."

"Ha!" quipped the stacked blonde, obnoxiously snapping a piece of gum, sitting across from her. "He was bored. He's seen more excitement at a Taffy Pull."

"Christine," I told Jane's sister, "you'll have your chance in a moment."

Christine flipped me the finger-a gesture that caused the audience to gasp and did not escape the cameras. I pretended not to notice, for the sake of getting on with Jane's account. Such interruptions were prevalent.

"The trouble started when Roger and I arrived back at my apartment after taking in a movie. Christine, who had been in the shower, emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel. After catching Roger's eye, she deliberately untied the knot and let the towel drop to the floor."

"It was an accident!" Christine shouted.

Jane turned to her. "You wanted him to see you naked!"

Christine rolled her eyes with exaggeration. "I didn't even know you brought a man home. When I saw him, I was shocked. Everything happened so fast."

Jane, shaking, looked at me with tears pouring from her eyes. "I was so humiliated. Before that moment, I always thought of my sister with respect; now, I regard her as a tramp. A shameless, self-serving, deceitful tramp." A fresh onslaught of tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Oh, please!" Christine waved, then blew a bubble until it popped. "Put the onion back in your pocket, baby, it's making your mascara run."

"It was an accident, you say?" Jane quoted, dabbing at her eyes with a handkerchief. "If that was the case, then why did you proceed to take him into my bedroom to have sex?"

The audience exhaled sharply in reply.

"Don't listen to her," Christine called out to them. "She fabricates at will."

"Christine," I patiently reminded, "I believe your sister still has the mike. If you'd be so kind as to let her finish, we'll give you an opportunity to defend your actions."

"I'm not going to sit back and get trashed by this little moron," Christine growled.

"Please," I requested, before giving Jane my full concentration. "You may continue."

"I couldn't bear to listen to the disgusting animal sounds they made. I fled my apartment, torn apart. After that, Roger disappeared. He made himself inaccessible to me. My calls were left unanswered. Finally, there was a confrontation when I visited him at work. I heard one excuse after another-none of them valid. It was then that I saw the damning evidence." Jane, her bottom lip trembling, pointed an accusatory finger at Christine. "He had a picture of you sitting on his desk!"

Christine shrugged. "What can I say? I had extras."

More sobbing, more incensed words followed. "You purposely wooed him away from me, just to prove how much better you are!"

"I did not," Christine maintained, filing her nails with an emery board she just happened to have. "You're just jealous of my looks. It's your practice to blame people. Look in the mirror-if you can stand it."

"You've always wanted everything I had!" charged Jane. "You stole my Malibu Barbie when we were young, after you ruined the hair on your doll with Vaseline!"

"Hey, I was just trying to give the doll a mousse job. How was I supposed to know all the curls would go limp?" Christine shrugged. "Face up to it, baby. I can't help it if I'm delectable. Nature blessed me with this face, this body, for a reason. There wasn't anything left to give you."

"Are you implying I'm a crone?"

Christine glanced up from her emery board. "You said, I didn't."

Jane, having had enough of her sister's tormenting comments, grabbed her by throat. "All right, bitch, none of this would have started if you kept your damned legs closed!"

"No," Christine screamed back, "the poor guy just wanted to get laid. That's why I gave him a piece of ass."

There was no way this was going to make it through the censors. "Are you admitting to the accusation?" I chimed at Christine. "You perpetrated the entire towel-dropping incident?"

"I'm not saying nothing" Christine sniffed, filing her nails and snapping her gum.

"If you don't cut that out," Jane warned, "I'm going to put that emery board up your ass!"

"We ought to pause for a commercial break," I wisely suggested.

"No!" Christine barked. "We've all listened to enough of her crap. I want to tell my side of it."

"You'll have to do that after the commercial break," I insisted, adding a little more bite in my tone. I nodded to the technicians to proceed while informing the studio audience of our intermission. In a quieter voice, I murmured to Christine, "You've been out of line from the start, baby. Cool it, or I'll have to throw you in the penalty box."

Christine threw one leg over the other. "I have a right to defend myself. Nobody else is sticking up for me."

"Who in their sane mind would find logic in what you've done?" Jane rationalized.

"Up yours, baby," she snipped. "You're just sore because I get all the dates and you stay home with your fucking vibrator. I'll bet you've got dust and cobwebs up there, it's been so long."

I caught the signal from the technician. "All right, we're back on the air, girls. Let's turn it down a few octaves and get a grip on yourselves."

"I ought to rip your hair out by the roots," Jane growled. "You're nothing but a slut."

"Better a slut than a wanna-be," Christine cackled. "Those who can, do; those who can't end up on fucking talk shows, ragging about it."

"Bitch!" pronounced Jane.

"Cunt!" shot back Christine.

"Stop the tape," I sighed at the cameraman.

Late that afternoon, after most people had deserted the studio, I walked down the corridor with two of my most hunky technicians. One resembled Lou Diamond Phillips, the other Keanu Reeves. Most of the guys I hired happened to be dead ringers for celebrities-a curious habit of mine.

I never have addressed these guys by their real names. When they came into my employ, they ceased their former identities and assumed those of their look-a-like counterparts. Since most my staff has illusions of stardom and regard their jobs as a means of breaking into show business, humoring me isn't a problem. The "let's pretend" game sustained a fantasy for everyone.

"What a day," I sighed, pressing the button to summon an elevator. "For a while there, I didn't think we had enough presentable tape to air. The censors are going to have a field day."

"That's what they get paid for."

"Lou" remarked, sliding his muscled body right next to me. He was in groping distance. "Let them earn their oats."

"Just the way you two do?" was my retort, letting his bulging biceps and contoured frame dominate my view. Revealing my appetite was not unusual; my "little helpers" intentionally provoked it.

"They couldn't duplicate our talents, even if they tried."

"Keanu" asserted. He vied for my attention as blatantly as his partner-perhaps to a heightened degree. While "Lou" might flaunt himself in my face, "Keanu" would brush against me until the stimulating shocks that bombarded my system cancelled out all visual pleasure of his rival. They were hopeless young men, engaged in competition.

The elevator opened before I could declare my opinion. I saw no reason to pursue the topic. "Shall we?" I held my arm out to them.

Although our original plan was to go to the

Tape Library on the twenty-second floor to check out some background material on an upcoming show, I received the impression we wouldn't arrive there anytime soon. Both men requisitioned me with stirring eye contact. Desire was written jointly over their faces. I could feel the excitement emanate from their crotches.

"I take it you boys didn't go out on a date this past weekend," I murmured, entering the elevator with them flanking my side.

"What makes you say that."

"Keanu" asked, amused with my assessment.

Trailing my feathery touch down his arm, I was pleased to see his inflamed reaction. He could barely contain himself, rocking on his heels, by the time I grazed the perfect network of his stomach muscles.

"You're hurting for some, aren't you?" I whispered.

"Jesus, Barbara-"

The doors had just shut and we were traveling upward. The heat in our compartment was stifling. Before we ascended to the eighth floor, I hit the "stop" button. The car jerked to a halt.

I felt the tremors beneath "Keanu's" solid flesh. I deepened my grope, smoothing my fingertips over pronounced muscle. I saw his Adam's apple ripple.

"What do you say, 'Keanu'? " I asked in a husky voice. "Feel up to it? I sure as hell need a little myself."

The silence that ensued got so thick it was choking. I was fairly certain I was accountable for the rise in temperature.

"Keanu" clenched his fist, but made no motion to remove my wandering fingertips. I gravitated to his crotch, stopping short of his swelling cock and balls. I brushed against his equipment where I encountered burgeoning hardness. His thing was definitely getting big. Demand was placed on the denim that was stretched by his rigid dick.

Delighted, I dropped to my knees and snuggled close to him, grazing him with my tits. "You two have been asking for this since the last taping. There's no reason why I can't oblige you." I smoothed my cheek over his throbbing bulge. "Keanu" was fully swollen, straining the front of his pants. I turned and ran my lips over the protruding shape. His heavy pulsations were felt through the material. Mmmmmm. I gave this man quite an appetite.

"Let's get it out of there," I whispered. "It can't breathe, and I want to make it wet. Come on, baby, let's see what you've got in there. Yeah, I want to see." I eased his zipper down, tugging over that solid lump. The size of his hard-on excited me. "Keanu" was really huge.

I caught a snag halfway across the wide ridge, but managed to tug past it. I unsnapped the top button, then opened his pants. His white cotton briefs displayed the outline of a massive dick. A thickness formed in the base of my throat. I was thrilled at the opportunity to blow him. I wanted that cock to feel the inside of my mouth. It had been days since I'd sucked one-and, I want to add the recipient was tremendously gratified by my lip-smacking, saliva-dripping, hot-suctioning efforts. I gave it only brief reflection before yanking down the elastic rim of his briefs.

"God, you're enormous," I murmured, seeing his meat stretch tall and wide between his legs. It wasn't the first time I'd taken a gander at it; "Keanu" practically wagged it in my face every chance he got. He was essentially proud of his endowment and was flattered by my enthusiastic display. I touched it with my tongue. "Keanu" had a manly taste. Mmmmmm. I wondered if the real McCoy was nearly as good. I began licking his thing, wiggling around it like a snake. It twitched in heated response.

"Jesus." His features tensed just before he slammed back against the rear wall of the elevator. He couldn't escape the fury of my tongue. I followed him, capturing more and more of him until he fought for air.

He reacted to my warm dabs. I could feel-through my mouth-"Keanu's" tension, his muscles expanding and contracting. He cupped my head with his hand and pushed his cock toward me. I opened my mouth and took him in a breathless moan. I vibrated my lips as I covered his throbbing member. I rubbed him with spittle, making his cock even harder, larger. I sucked him good, listening to his gasps of pleasure.

"Yeah, more," I heard him say.

I stroked his balls as I ate him. They were tight and full. I applied my feather touch, teasing him into a frenzy. He lurched in his seat, receptive to the flurry of sensations my lips gave him. I made moist sucking sounds as I mouthed him. My pucker pierced the air. I wasn't the least silent in the lust I demonstrated. I wanted both of them to know I enjoyed sucking cock.

I concentrated on "Keanu's" bulbous cockhead for several stimulating moments. I gathered much of his thick shaft in my fist and massaged him while I licked its purplish top. "Mmmmmmm, I love the way you taste. You get me so hungry. I'm going to eat you good, baby-gonna suck this cock until you explode in my mouth."

"Swallow it."

"Keanu" groaned, pressing down on my head. "Deep-throat it."

"Sure thing." My lips widened as I slid down the base. I was surprised I could take that much without choking. Experience had taught me the art of relaxation. Sucking a dick like "Keanu's" was cake-even if it would have gagged others. You could call me a "real man's woman;" I was the one they thought of when the others couldn't handle it.

"Mmmmmmm, ohhhhhhhhh." My tongue was kept in continual motion, vibrating along the rigid column. I slithered back and forth, up the heavy vein of his underside, getting off on its pulse. His cock beat enthusiastically against my slobbering lips. I soaked him in drool, rinsing it high and low. My cheeks bulged with air. I took that throbbing mass deep. Its palpitations aroused me. I worked into a hot, feverish suck, running my lips up and down that big dick. I was determined to get a mouthful of warm jizz within the next few seconds. "Come on, baby, give it to me, come on, mmmmmmmmm."

"Keanu's" face deepened in color as I worked that cock. His mouth dropped open as he savored every inch I took. His head rocked back and forth. I could feel him pushing toward me, urging me to fit a little more of his big thing down my throat. "Suck me, Barbara, suck that monster. You know how to take it. Work it with those sweet lips, make it throb with your. juicy mouth. Suck all that cock. Make me stiff with your tongue. Yeah, oh, yeah."

He seemed to be growing inside my mouth. I wrapped my lips around his shaft as securely as possible and dragged them up and down that long pole. When I wasn't making oral contact, I used my hand. My fingers swirled around his hairy stomach, coming into play once I lifted my lips to catch my breath. Stimulation was constant, focused. I grabbed him, jerking his dick in my fist.

While I had him in my hand, I was licking his balls. I wasn't shy about getting hair in my mouth. I was fueled by "Keanu's" taste. His flesh bore a masculine scent. I gobbled those balls, saliva oozing from my gliding lips. I vented my warm breath over his skin. Between that and my spit, he was getting extremely turned on. In the meantime, I tugged him until his cock throbbed. He was vibrating with heat, hunger. I squeezed him. That massive bulk felt good in my hand. It remained slippery while I stroked him. I took my mouth off his balls and approached his cockhead. I stared, seeing it crave my dick-pleasuring lips. I gave it a nice, sloppy slurp, glancing up at "Keanu" at the point of contact. He let out a shiver of joy.

"Christ. Oh, baby." His fingers spanning my head pushed down. He fed me his cock in one fluent motion, cramming every inch he could into my mouth. "Eat it, all, ahhhhhhhhhh." He swallowed noisily. "Stay with me, baby. Keep that mouth on my dick. Work that tongue."

I let him fuck my mouth for a few moments. When we got to the thick trunk, I had to unfasten my tightly clasped lips to admit the extra bulk. I ground my face to his pubic thatch, having gulped down his meat. I lingered in this position for a few seconds until he emitted a satisfied groan. Very slowly, I detached my mouth. Webs of saliva clung from my lips, extending to his sucked cock.

I was scarcely aware of "Lou's" activities; having my face stuffed with "Keanu's" cock preempted all thought to his reaction. I suppose in the back of my mind, watching me latch onto "Keanu" aroused "Lou" to fever pitch. Self-imposed entrapment in an elevator had all the earmarks of a sizzling encounter. I heard the rustle of his clothes, but I was too involved in blowing "Keanu" to care.

"You're teasing us, Barbara, aren't you."

"Lou" mentioned from behind. "Starting something you think we can't help you finish? You should know better than that, baby. We always do our job for you."

Since this entire incident was driven by lust, I decided to await the delicious component he was to add. None of us were strangers to a three-way; "Keanu" and "Lou" were eager to demonstrate their sexual creativity, even at the time they were hired. They identified with my need for erotic spontaneity without having been told; their silent understanding was key to their being selected from hundreds of candidates (in addition to their uncanny resemblance to hot stars of the movie screen).

My tits, having fallen out of my blouse, revealed pink swollen nipples. I took a moment to scoop them up and sandwich "Keanu's" cock inside them. The second my warm, billowy flesh rubbed against his saliva-coated skin, he balled his fists and slammed them roughly to the elevator walls.

"Have we tried this before, 'Keanu?'" I teased, bunching those heavenly cushions around his erect member. "Do you like fucking my tits?"

"Oh, yeah," he groaned, working his hips, cramming himself into the tent-like formation. His fever-propelled strokes were facilitated by the foamy spit that lingered on his dick. He ground himself at me, dragging his entire cock through that tingling clutch while his balls brushed my nipples. Both of us felt sparks when the connection was complete. "Oh, Barbara, you're so hot. So sexy."

"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned. "I can feel you throb against my tits. Oh, yeah, 'Keanu.' Fuck those babies. Shove your cock in there. Yeah."

He obeyed. I watched that monster jam into my cleavage, taking advantage of its sweet, bulging fit. His face reflected total bliss.

At length, I detached my tits from his cock, then dipped my head. "Mmmmmmmm." I slid my mouth over his stiff thing. "Oh, yeah, this is mine."

"Lou's" hands were upon me. He was propping my ass high while spreading my legs. He pulled back my silky panties to uncover my pussy. I felt his thumb slither along the crack of my ass, trailing to my plush cunt lips. This seemed to please "Lou." I thought I felt something hard nudge my snatch and quickly learned it was his finger. He effortlessly located my clit and began to jiggle it. He made it swell after playing with it. My pussy started to drip.

"Ohhhhhh," I gasped, delighted at his participation. "Yeah, finger me."

"Jesus-you're really wet," he said. "You're ready for it, aren't you?"

I said nothing, filling my mouth with "Keanu's" cock. "Mmmmmm, I have to suck this."

"Suck it, eat it, blow me."

"Keanu" ordered in between gasps. He fought out each directive as I took larger, energy-sapping mouthfuls. My cock-familiar lips molded to the curve of his excited member.

"Lou" gradually inserted his finger. "How's that? Feel good?"

"Ohhhhh, yes!" I said, rotating my ass for him. He jiggled me, increasing the excitement. He plunged a bit further, probing my juicy snatch. When I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, he withdrew. "Ohhhhh."

"How about this?" Something hard and much larger entered me. At first, I thought it was his thumb, but it kept sinking into me, splitting apart my cunt lips. It pulsated wildly, rich with enthusiasm.

"Ohhhhhh, oh, God."

"Keanu's" cock fell out of my mouth. I reared back, seared by sweet agony. He was burying something big in me, all right. His fucking cock speared into my hot, juicy center. "Jesus."

"Isn't that better?" he grunted, pumping me. "Yeah, your pussy's tight, grabbing my dick."

"Lou" fucked me slowly, letting me enjoy his cock's slick introduction. I wished I could see it, but my face was stuffed with "Keanu's" thing. I would have still been shivering against "Lou's" chest if "Keanu" hadn't seized my head and steered it back to his cock. He definitely wanted me to finish sucking him. My view was limited to "Keanu's" hairy stomach and the dick he was feeding me. I ate him with renewed hunger, spurred by "Lou's" penetrating member. His lazy, lumbering thrusts made me moan-and suck "Keanu" all that harder.

"Ohhhhhhh," I sighed as "Lou" slid into my cunt.

"Suck me, come on, suck me."

I took eager gulps of "Keanu." I puckered that plump cock and repeatedly covered it with my tingling saliva. I found the thrilling beat in his dick where I concentrated my soft lips. I downed as much of his stiff thing as I could, letting it extend into my throat when I arrived at its wide base. I wriggled my lips, letting the spittle fall onto his balls, then distributed that tangy wetness with my fingers. He was warm, pulsing, huge to take. I relaxed and swallowed him as I descended. I was determined to eat his entire thing. "Keanu" shuddered as I fondled his balls. Mmmmmmm.

"Lou" picked up some momentum, burying that hard dick into me. My cunt lips stretched to absorb him. Ohhhhhh! It was a very solid fit. His grip on my waist tightened as he fed me that sweet cock. I could feel the swollen head delve into my snatch, urging me to respond. I did. I pushed back with my pussy, savoring the connection. He wasn't as huge as "Keanu", but he sure felt good at the moment. Getting fucked while you're sucking someone is a pleasant experience-two very different sensations fused into one. It keeps your appetite sharp. I was receiving it at both ends, pleasuring two men at a time. The thrill stemmed from whether I could make us all cum simultaneously.

Wow-sex in an elevator. It was a high you can't imagine, unless you've had it.

"Yeah, baby, you're a great piece of ass."

"Lou" declared, putting it to me. The thrusts I received from him were propelled without my comfort in mind. He smacked into me, burying himself to the hilt, bouncing off my shapely ass. There was a definite lack of control on his part. He plunged in and out of me, getting off on the meeting of our slippery flesh. "You're one hot fuck. Oh, yeah, let me sink my cock in there-ahhhhhhhh. So wet and snug, grabbing and squeezing my dick. I'm so glad to be inside your pussy. How many of your male guests, or your male public, thinks about being buried between Barbara Grant's legs. Oh, yeah. It's a treat they can't possibly imagine. Ahhhhhhhhh." His hand traveled the curve of my hips, then explored the length of my thighs. "When we're taping and you cross these gorgeous legs, that's the first thing that enters my mind: getting between them. Oh, yeah. Getting between them and keeping them open, and leaving something big and satisfying where it counts. Oh, yeah, baby, you're the best. Yeah, fuck my meat, fuck my cock."

If my mouth hadn't been packed with cock, I'd gave given them both an earful of hot talk. I loved dirty talk, especially while getting fucked. Men like to hear how much they're desired, how their equipment gives incredible satisfaction. I got goose bumps from making someone's dick extremely hard. I kept the flow of conversation sizzling until I heard those distinguishing gasps and felt those tremors building as climax approached.

I disconnected my mouth from "Keanu's" cock once again. Strings of spit trailed from my lips to his well-sucked head. "That's it, give it to me, slide it into my pussy, fuck me with your dick. That feels good. Cram every inch into my-yes! Push the whole thing in me. Ohhhhh! Oh, yeah, nice and steady. Ohhhhhhhh. More-until I feel your balls on my ass. Ohhhhhhh. Oh, God!"

"You like getting fucked, "don't you."

"Lou" asked. "like the way a hard dick feels in your tight pussy."

"Yes. Oh, God, more."

"We probably shouldn't be doing this in the elevator," Lou said, "but you started it."

"That's right," I sobbed. "Now finish the job."

"Jesus. Oh, baby."

"Lou's" voice faded, replaced by the wet sounds that reverberated from our groins. "Lou" sawed more powerfully into me, ricocheting off my ass. We smacked together, flesh meeting flesh, fucking to distraction. No matter how madly I shifted my ass, his thick cock was sure to follow. He nailed me again and again. "Yeah. Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck me with your hot pussy."

I moaned hysterically, feeling him split me open. He switched back and forth, anchoring my butt with those powerful hands and dragging me to him. His thing was encased to the hilt, straining the physical limitations of my cunt. "Ohhhhhhh, fuck me, fuck me, baby, deeper. Oh, yeah, ram it into me. Don't stop. I love it. You know how much. Keep going, more, yeah-ohhhhhhh."

"Keanu" guided my head with urgency back to his erect cock. It swelled as my lips floated closer, seeking warmth and wetness. Eagerly, I opened my mouth and covered that neglected cockhead. I sucked feverishly for several heart-pounding seconds, until I heard "Keanu" groan with fulfillment. Leisurely, I worked his shaft down my throat, restoring its slick veneer with my spongy lips.

"Keanu" groaned from the force of my mouth, urging me to take a greater share. He wasn't going to be satisfied until I swallowed him whole. I'd spoiled him. I was only too glad to cater to his needs. I continued my hot suck, eating all he could give me. I nibbled my way down to the base, where I lingered for several uninterrupted moments. He trembled against my cock-trapping lips, savoring their heat. I moaned against him, vibrating at a pitch that afforded him a different kind of pleasure.

The air was getting stale inside the elevator car, but none of us complained. We were too involved in receiving pleasure to make a change. The smell of sweat filtered our enclosed atmosphere.

"Jesus, oh, yeah."

"Keanu" exhaled with a shiver. "Yeah, eat it, baby, eat all you dare, baby. Suck my cock. Blow me."

I wasn't immune to the gratification I gave. Both men excited me. I was implausibly stirred by their apparatus and bodies. They'd known for quite some time the powerful reaction I had to them-a reaction that transcended their resemblance to celebrities and stemmed from their sexual abilities.

"Are you gonna cum, Barbara."

"Lou" asked me.

"I'm getting close," I confessed, momentarily releasing "Keanu's" cock. The stirring in my loins heightened that perception. I quivered as my cunt lips snared "Lou's" dick. "So close."

"I'll help you get there. I want to feel your contractions."

"Lou" pumped me harder, effecting an invigorating tempo. He whipped himself at me, causing my ass to smart from the sweet pounding.

I cried out, driving to the edge in one fell swoop. My hips snapped in action, steering toward him, absorbing the wonderful impact. We made squishy noises when we met. "Oh, God-faster, harder."

I took "Keanu's" cock back into my mouth. My lips enclosed the pulsating shaft in a swirl of moisture. I commanded his eruption. I ran my fist up and down its length, sucking madly on the bulbous head. My other hand was at his balls-beyond the teasing stage. I fondled him in a manner that would precipitate orgasm. I scooped his nuts up in a tantalizing caress, employing a tickle that magnified the urge to squirt.

"Keanu's" head tottered from my efforts. I was certain I'd put his senses in a spin. "Christ, ugghh, ugghhhhhhhh."

I tasted the first gooey splash a second later, followed by jerking spasms. "Keanu's" jism poured into my mouth in thick spurts, all of which I gulped down. He exhaled sharply, emptying himself between my secured lips. He cradled my head, rocking me to him.

"Ugghhh," he hissed through clenched teeth, "ugghhhhhhhhhh."

"Mmmmmmm." I swallowed that creamy flow. It tasted great. It flowed into my throat.

I came before I completely downed his load.

I choked on "Keanu's" cum as the first contractions tore through me.

"Ohhhh, ohhhhhhh," I whimpered, twisting from the ecstasy "Lou's" cock gave me.

"Lou" wasn't content merely plunging into me from the rear. Doggie-style apparently bored him. He elected to make our next position more suitable to his needs. He pulled me up, keeping his dick planted in my cunt, then dragged me onto his lap. I draped my legs over his muscled thighs, barely conscious of how I was being arranged. "Lou" was kneeling back, managing to maintain his balance. Still quivering with orgasm, I was hardly resistant. Resting on his chest, I felt his rapid heartbeat. "Lou" was anticipating some hot and heavy action. His hands came around to cup my tits. He tweaked my enlarged nipples.

God, it was inconceivable how I could enjoy myself so. I nearly swooned from the sparks. I was barely conscious of our location; I'd forgotten we were in an elevator, giving each other one prolonged thrill after another. At the moment, the only thing that entered my mind was my sitting on this guy's dick, ready to hump him to insanity.

I looked between my legs and saw the thick trunk of his cock, along with his balls, bulging from my cunt lips. Attempted movement reinforced the ache in my pussy. I definitely felt impaled. Jesus, "Lou" was a pretty big guy. I lifted and dropped my ass, gasping as that huge wedge stirred in my snatch.

"God," I moaned, petting that solid base. I gathered up his balls, fondling them. "Fuck me, fuck me." Wet with my juice, he slid in and out of me with ease. We kept only the soaked cockhead inside my nectar-rich lips. I received him deep. "Lou" always proved to be a great fuck. Long, lazy strokes that I knew would build in intensity were his trademark. I could tell by the way he pitched beneath me that the pace would soon pick up.

"Yeah, ride me, fuck yourself with my dick. How's that feel, baby? Good, huh? You're so slippery. Stroke me with your hot pussy. Slide up and down on me. Ride my meat, pump that thing, baby. Oh, yeah, bury me in that slick hole. I love the way your cunt lips cover my dick, soaking me in your sweet juice. Fuck that thing, fuck it with your snatch, bear down with your pussy."

I really loved being on top. I liked having a cock slide up me until my pussy ground against a set of solid balls. Oh, yeah-what a nice, tight fit. Ohhhhhhhhhhh.

It hurt, having him crammed in my snatch, but it was a delicious hurt. I shivered. "Lou" filled my entire cunt. When I sat still, I could feel him throb. Humping him made it more lubricated, but believe me, I couldn't ignore the fact I had his cock in me. There was so much of it, easing in and out of my pussy, robbing me of breath, scrambling my brain.

"Lou" knew all the right moves.

I put my hand over that fat wedge pumping in and out of me. The vein protruded, pulsating. I petted his balls, prickled by the stray pubes. His flesh was tightly drawn, tightened from the excitement. "Lou" shoved more of his dick into me, grunting as he met my squishy resistance. I moaned, tilting my head back. That solid prodding left me dizzy.

"Slide up and down that cock, up and down that cock," he whispered in my ear. His low voice made me shake. "Your hot little pussy is fucking that big thing. Oh, yeah, you've got to get fucked, you've been asking for it, doll. You made me sweat it out, watching you eat 'Keanu.' I was going to beat off before I figured you would rather not have me waste it that way. You made him cum so good. Yeah, cup my balls-ahhhhhh, feels good. Oh, Barbara, you're so fucking hot. I'll bet you make all your viewers jerk off while they're watching you on TV. Yeah-and I'm fucking the pussy of the hottest talk show host in the business. I'm fucking her with my stiff dick, fucking her in an elevator. Ahhhhhhhh. Here it comes, baby. I'm gonna send it up high."

He pushed with all his might, goring me with that rigid shaft. I shuddered, responding from its sweet penetration. "Ohhhhhh." My back was molded to his chest, rubbing the rough matting of hair.

"Man, look at these tits," he said to "Keanu," cupping them. "They're so fucking huge, big mothers-more than you could possibly grab with one hand."

"Keanu" was too depleted to give us much notice. He was slumped against the wall, stroking his semi-hard dick. Its glistening surface was mostly the saliva I slobbered onto it. Beads of cum seeped from the tip. From his glazed expression, he was enjoying a slow recovery.

"Lou" fondled my boobs. "You like getting them sucked, don't you? You enjoy having an eager mouth planted over them, nibbling on your swollen nubs?" He twisted my nipples. Electrical sparks resulted. "Yeah, you're really turned on, baby-these things are ready to pop. Is it because you're fucking my big dick? I've got to pump you some more, get you really hot and ready."

His dick lumbered in and out of my moist snatch. I moaned, deriving much satisfaction from its smooth texture. Its thickness yawned up and down my grasping cunt. I thought I would go out of my mind with pleasure. My ass shifted frantically in his lap, groping for that rock-hard monster; as it speared through me, I moaned.

He craned his neck over my shoulder and whispered, "Gonna cum?"

I swallowed hard. "Yeah."

"Go ahead, cream on my dick. Lock your cunt about it, baby. I want to feel you cum, wanna see you shiver."

I couldn't help myself, even if I wanted to. It felt too fucking good. "Ohhhhhh." My spasms were powerful. I thrashed for several moments on his thighs before becoming overtaken with fatigue.

"Yeah," he said, binding me protectively with those brawny arms. All the air was getting compressed from my lungs. "Oh, yeah." His voice deepened with the pressure, then I heard a defiant groan. "Uggghhh, uggghhh, ugghhh!"

I could feel his goo pumping into me, the squirts dense and warm. My pussy quickly became inundated with jism. He lurched on his knees, shooting into my snatch. I was held tightly in his embrace, receiving that hot injection.

"That's it, baby," I panted, "cum in me, cum in my pussy. Ohhhhhhhh."

In the heat of the moment, I yanked his dick out of my cunt. A geyser of jism fired onto my stomach, followed by another. The stuff felt warm against my skin. I shook as it landed on me, then worked his cock with my fist, making the last of it ooze from his creaming cockhead.

"Christ-" he gulped from behind. I felt his heart beating wildly. His palpitations told me it might have been the best orgasm he'd had in some while.

The cum that had spurted on me dribbled down to my furry thatch. I swirled my fingers, lathering my pussy. "Yeah, it's so warm, so thick. Mmmmmm, I'm tingling, baby, tingling all over."

Several seconds into our afterglow, a voice boomed over the speaker. "Hey, is everything okay in there? Your car has been stalled for twenty minutes."

The elevator technician must have noticed our little delay. I hit the button. "Don't sweat it. We were just having a private conference."

"Some conference."

"Keanu" muttered under his breath as he stroked his dick.

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