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   Personal Service Ch.  01

   Emma was young.  Too young for her job and she knew it.  Over promoted
in her last job because of her looks and a drunken make out with the Site
Manager at the Christmas party.

   Now she was out in the world on her own at just twenty one trying to
hold down a Sales Managers role in a company that actually cared about
results.  Trouble was, she hadn't had any results.

   Her six month review was due soon and without securing a contract they
would let her go.  She had a mortgage to pay.  And after that idiot of a
boyfriend had pissed off, her livelihood depended more than ever on this
job.  And it depended on closing this deal today.

   "It's a high price." Dominic observed absentmindedly as he handled the
soft touch cosmetic bottle sample.

   "And your lead-times are a little long."

   Emma felt her heart sink but she pushed her mass of thick black hair
away from her face and forced a smile on her puffy lips.

   "But with us you're buying from the market leader.  That means quality
and assurance of supply.  Our competitors can undercut the price but they
can't match us on guaranteed supply.  The finish on these products is
difficult to achieve.  Our competitors will struggle to maintain a
consistent quality

   If you sign today we can..."

   Dominic cut her off.

   "They've proven for two years that they can do that.  I just don't see
what you can offer that they can't.

   What justifies the extra costs to my business?"

   "Personal service." Emma threw in the first thing she could think of as
she gave her warmest smile yet.

   If flirting with a man almost old enough to be her father saved her job
then that's what she would do.  After all he wasn't that bad looking and it
was just flirting.

   Dominic put the small bottle back in its presentation box with the other
samples and regarded the pretty girl sat opposite him.

   "You're very young for your job." He said quietly.

   "How old are you?"

   Emma blushed.

   "Twenty two."

   She'd heard this before and knew he was questioning how she'd secured a
role normally held by middle aged men.  She also knew they all assumed
she'd slept her way there, and there was some truth to that.  But it hadn't
been done purposefully.

   Bad drunken sex in a car early December eighteen months earlier had
propelled her to where she was today.  With a man around Dominic's age. 
She wasn't proud of it but it was what it was.

   "I'm good at what I do." She knew that was a lie.

   Dominic continued to stare at her.  She could see his eyes moving down
her body but she held her composure.  Determined to keep his attention in
any way she could.  She had little chance of securing a contract but she
would give it her all until the last moment.

   "Like I said.  What can you offer me that no one else can?"

   Emma noted his eyes stayed on her tits as he asked.  She suddenly
wondered what she was supposed to be offering.

   "What er...  could I offer that would secure the deal?" She asked
hesitantly.  She expected him to make a pass, invite her to dinner or
something.

   There was a moments silence while he visibly weighed up his next words.

   "Personal service." He said.  His eyes locked on hers.

   Emma blushed again.  Suddenly aware he had more than dinner in mind.  A
rush of adrenaline made her lips quiver as she tried hard not to react. 
Her mind raced through how much she would have to flirt with this man. 
Dinner definitely.  A bit of a feel up?  A snog?  She wanted to tell him to
fuck off home to his wife, but Christ she needed this sale.  If she lost
her house she would be homeless, sleeping on a friends sofa.  No way she
could land another decent paying job quickly.

   "And will you sign the contract today?" She pushed.

   "It's dinner time.  My secretary'll be leaving for lunch in a few
minutes."

   Emma blinked, averting her eyes to the samples on the desk between them.
Suddenly she was worried.

   "What are you suggesting?"

   "You need this sale right?"

   With little choice she made eye contact again and admitted her
desperation.

   "Yes.

   I don't have a job without it." She felt vulnerable and her eyes
betrayed it.

   Dominic pushed his chair back and standing up he headed to the door. 
Emma kept her eyes forward as her stomach fluttered.  The click of the lock
made her jump slightly as she suddenly grasped that there was a trade to be
made right at this moment.

   She weighed her options as his hands gently gripped her shoulders,
slowly massaging her.

   "I'll sign the contract before you leave if I get the personal service."

   Emma froze as hands slid down her front, pushing the jacket aside as
hands gripped her tits through the thin material of her blouse.  Fingers
kneaded her flesh, exciting nipples that pushed through her bra demanding
to be squeezed.

   She gasped, both in disgust and in arousal.  She knew she should slap
him away, but she needed the contract.  She needed more time to think this
through but she wasn't going to get it.  Let him do this much she told
herself.

   "I er...  I didn't think..." she muttered.

   "Don't think.  Just stand up."

   Emma did as she was told and the chair was shoved away to be replaced by
Dominic pushing up against her from behind.

   Emma felt his hard cock pressing at her bum cheeks as panic gripped her.
She suddenly realised what was going to happen if she didn't stop this
before it went any further.

   "Shouldn't we arrange to meet somewhere?

   Later?" Her voice shook as she tried to deflect.  To put him off.

   "Lean forward.  Over the desk." He instructed.  His voice was confident
and firm but also gentle.

   Emma looked at the piece of office furniture, focusing on the subtle
grain of the wood as she felt a hand pushing ever so lightly between the
shoulder blades.  She bent, leaning down until her face was over the desk.

   Her dark eyes stared unseeing into the distance as her senses focused on
the hands that caressed her arse.  She reached out and gripped the far side
of the desk as another gasp escaped her lips.

   "Oh fuck." The words encapsulated her shock that she was about to let
this happen.  Hands lifted her skirt, pulling it up over her hips until it
sat around her waist and she felt cooler air over the tops of her thighs
and bum.

   "You're a very pretty girl Emma."

   She swallowed back and gripped the desk tighter.  She lay her face on
her outstretched arms as his fingers hooked her panties and slid them down
shapely legs until they dropped to the floor.  A foot tapped her shoe and
she parted her feet.

   Emma was frozen like a rabbit caught in the headlights.  She could feel
his eyes on her exposed pussy and it twitched in anticipation as juices
flowed with sudden copiousness.

   "Your secretary?" She fired a last limp protest.

   "She's gone for lunch." Dominic responded dismissively.

   He drew a finger leisurely up the full length of her slit.  Emma went
wide eyed as she drew breath with a sharpness that made her spasm.  She
could feel her own wetness as it seeped like nectar from a flower.

   Dominic got to his knees.  She heard every scrape of his shoes, the
movement of trouser material up his legs.  She knew exactly where he was
without looking.  Then came hot breath over her dampness, contrasting with
the cooler conditioned air.

   Emma hated what she was allowing, cursed herself for just accepting it.
But she needed a signature.  Worse still, her body was responding with a
hunger.  A body she tried to remind herself that had only felt the touch of
her own fingers and a few toys for almost six months.

   She closed her eyes tightly and let out a low moan as his tongue finally
inched along her wet pussy, teasing at her labia.  Fingers parted them and
the caressing muscle went deeper, probing the exposed pink juicy flesh.

   Emma's knees weakened and the desk took her full weight as Dominic
licked up her juice with increasing relish.  Her breath hastened along with
her heart rate and further groans slipped past open lips.

   Her mind scrambled in a fight between self respect and the need for
satisfaction.  Fears of being heard as all the while desperation kept
thoughts of that elusive first order that would save her job just in focus.

   A finger slid inside her tunnel, followed by another.  They pushed
deeper with a relentlessness that caused her to squirm.  Then teeth nipped
hard at her clit button and Emma jerked forward, shoving the desk an inch
or two across the floor with a screech.

   "Oh fuck." She whispered as he continued to hold the little node tightly
whilst his tongue flicked at it over and over.

   "Please.  Enough.

   Someone might come."

   Now she seriously regretted what was happening and went to stand up. 
Dominic was having none of it.  Instead he was up quicker and with hands
sliding over her smooth buttocks he pushed his body weight down on her
back. Emma relented.

   Dominic drew his hands up her spine sending tiny tingles raging through
her until he found her bra clip.  With a smooth movement it was released
and hands swept around beneath her clothing.

   Emma bit a lip and closed her eyes tightly as her tits were cupped
before fingers pinched hard nipples until they hurt.

   Tears formed under her eyelids as she heard the sound of a zipper.  She
wanted it over and done so she could get out.

   "Ahh."

   The thrust was hard, all the way in with one movement until it rubbed on
her cervix.  Emma felt the pain shoot through her, eliciting more prickling
tremors over her skin.

   "Please.  Not so rough." It sounded like a beg.

   "Just grip the desk." He muttered.

   Then he started.  Thrust after thrust.  Long and thick it filled her
tunnel as his balls smacked into her flesh with a repetitive slap.

   Emma did as she was told, her nails almost gouging a groove in the hard
wood of his desk as she was pounded into its top.  Her legs had given way
now and her stomach slid back and forth on the polished flat surface as he
pulled her hips back after each firm stroke.

   Again and again he slid in and out of her dripping pussy as her
breathing rate went up and up.  Finally she let out a small cry that she
tried hard to stifle and her body was wracked with spasms.  She came hard,
lubricating his still moving cock in her juices.

   The unwanted orgasm subsided quickly as she began to hate her own body
for responding.  Then with one last thrust she sensed the warmth of his
seed spurting inside her.  A moment later he relaxed, loosening his grip.

   Emma pushed herself up straightening her top and skirt.  She snatched
her panties up and just pushed them into her bag.  No time to put them back
on.  All she wanted to do was get out.  She felt disgusted at herself.

   "Why the hurry?

   You haven't finished yet."

   Emma stopped dead before looking to Dominic where he sat in his chair,
legs apart with his wet sticky cock pointing towards her over the top of
his unfastened trousers.

   "Wha..  What do you mean?" She asked.

   Her eyes were drawn back to his shaft and she dreaded his next words.

   "Before I look for my pen, you need to clean me up." He smiled.

   She quivered and a small tear broke free trickling down her cheek.  The
cock loomed large in her vision, bobbing gently with every small movement
he made.  She needed that signature and she had already let him fuck her.
Much as the idea was repulsive she couldn't face the prospect of not
achieving the only thing she needed at the last moment.

   Resigned, she dropped her bag and went towards him.  He surely must be
able to see her discomfort in this she thought.  But then he didn't care.

   Emma dropped to her knees and with a moments hesitation she accepted
that she needed to get this over with.  She closed her eyes as her lips
sealed around his shaft.  The smell of cum and fresh sweat assaulted her
nostrils as her own juices mixed with his salty fluids attacked her sense
of taste.  She tried not to think too much as she moved her lips back and
forth along his large shaft.  Her tongue circled its head, clearing away
the residue of their fuck and she prayed it would be enough.

   It wasn't the first cock she'd ever sucked she reminded herself.  And at
least it had lost some of its hardness.  She was confident he wouldn't
shoot another load in her mouth.

   She kept it up for nearly a minute before pulling her face away and
taking a breath of air that didn't smell of him.  Emma felt an immense
sense of relief when seemingly satisfied he started to rearrange his
clothing.

   "Good girl." He said leaving her feeling even more belittled.

   Emma fumbled in her bag for a tissue to wipe her mouth then pulled the
contract file.  It was all that mattered right now.  Get the signature and
get out.

   "All work work work aren't you." Dominic commented as she opened the
folder and pushed it over to him.

   "You said you'd sign it." Emma tried not to make eye contact.  She could
hear the reverberations in her voice.

   Dominic glanced over the document before picking up his pen and planting
his signature in the appropriate place.

   "It's done.  You earned it."

   Emma flushed red his choice of words making her feel more like a
prostitute than a Sales Manager.  But then she supposed she was after this.
Sex for payment was what it was.

   "Thank you." She shuffled the folder back into her bag and picked it up.

   "I'm sorry.  I need to go.  Another appointment this afternoon."

   "Doubt it'll be nearly as much fun." He sounded cheerful as he watched
her arse heading for the door.

   "Hope the quality is up to scratch.  That other hole looked quite
inviting if it isn't." He laughed.

   Emma visibly cringed and rushed through the door absolutely desperate to
escape now.  Outside she saw his secretary at the desk and gave her a half
hearted smile as she signed out in the visitors book.

   "I hope it was a satisfying meeting." The middle aged woman's eyes bore
into her unblinking and the mouth remained a straight thin solidly set
line. Emma knew in that instant that she had returned from lunch much
earlier than she thought.  This woman had heard them.  Heard her pitiful
sounds of ecstasy.

   Emma went red and hurried to the door as bile raced to the back of her
throat.  She swallowed it back tasting his cock on her lips again.

   "You might wanna do your bra up dear."

   Emma didn't look back.  Instead she hurried out through reception and
into the car park where her company BMW waited like an inviting sanctuary.

   As the engine hummed into life she glanced back at the office building
with a realisation that she would have to visit many more times.  A
contract needed to be maintained and managed.  And each time he would
demand personal service.

   Her arse clamped at the thought that sooner or later he would want to
violate that barrier.  That was something she had never done or even
seriously contemplated.  As she pulled away she knew her mortgage and other
bills might just demand she gave it up.



   Personal Service Ch.  02 - Showtime

   "I've no idea what I'm going to do if I'm honest.  A months payoff isn't
worth shit."

   Emma stirred her coffee idly, staring into it as though it contained the
answers to all her problems.  She knew Kelly could see the sadness in those
brown eyes of hers, but she was past caring.

   Kelly reached out and held her other hand in a show of comfort.

   "Have a little faith.  Things are never as bad as they seem."

   Emma flicked her eyes up to her friend.

   "Oh they are.

   You know what I did to try and keep that sales job."

   She didn't even want to think too much about it.  She saw Kelly avert
her eyes knowing she was probably disgusted at her.  But she'd had to tell
someone if only to make herself feel better.  And one drunken Friday night
at her house she'd just come out with it.

   "That." She said with emphasis.

   "That.  And they still didn't keep me on."

   Kelly took a deep breath and flicked her long blonde hair away from her
eyes.  Emma could see the almost formed words begging to escape her lips.

   "Not like they knew what you did.

   But..."

   "Go on." She invited looking quickly about the coffee shop.

   "There's no one here, so say what you've been thinking.  I deserve it."

   Kelly's lips turned up into a smile.  But there was still hesitation in
her voice.

   "You know.

   I never criticised you because I'm..." She trialed away and glanced at
her own coffee mug before taking an uncomfortable gulp of the cooling
liquid.

   Emma decided to chastise herself instead of waiting for her friend to do
it.

   "I let him fuck me in that office because I was desperate for the
contract.  It makes me little more that a prostitute.  I know that but..."

   "Emma.  Shut up."

   Emma stopped at the sharp tone in Kelly's voice, afraid a good
friendship was about to fall apart.

   "I didn't criticise you because...

   I've done worse."

   Emma's lips parted in shock at the admission.  She just stared at the
pretty blonde girl sat across the table trying to fathom what she could
have done that was worse than being fucked by a customer over his desk
while a secretary listened through the door.

   "You asked me once how I afforded the payments on my car."

   She smirked with a little embarrassment, glancing down into her lap. 
Emma could see her milky white skin turning crimson.

   "Go on."

   "I'm only telling you this because if...  If you're willing...  It could
help you..."

   Emma watched the words dry up, choked back by fear of some deep dark
secret.

   "Help me?  Help me how?" Emma was suddenly intrigued.

   Kelly's eyes studied her.  She feared her reaction.

   "I know this club, some people.

   It's very exclusive and they need girls like you and me.  I've worked
there about twice a month for a year and it pays well.  Tops up my wages
and pays for that flash car outside"

   "Doing what?"

   There was hesitation.

   "It's a voyeurs club."

   Emma's mind raced.  She knew what the words meant but she was struggling
to see what it was Kelly was trying to portray.  She gave her an
encouraging smile

   "Voyeur?

   I don't understand."

   Kelly's eyes darted widely about to be sure they couldn't be overheard.

   "Basically you have sex on a stage and people watch.  They pay five
hundred pounds a performance."

   Emma stared for a moment slightly shocked at posh little Kelly's
admission.  But she also felt a tinge of arousal at the thought of it and
she silently cursed her hormones.

   "Oh.  Er.

   And there's a vacancy?" Emma realised she sounded like she was enquiring
after a regular job, but she didn't know how else to say it.

   "Yeah.  For a pretty girl like you.  You're beautiful, gypsy black hair,
big eyes and your dusky skin tone.  They'd bite your hand off."

   Emma laughed.  She hadn't thought of herself as beautiful but she did
know most men found her hot.  She wasn't super slim like Kelly but her
slightly fuller figure had always been appreciated.

   She sipped her coffee as she contemplated the offer.  All the while she
could picture that massive mortgage payment that would come around every
month with relentless assuredly.

   "What would I have to do?" Stupid question she thought.  But there was
no way she was paying next months bills without doing something.

   "Come with me Wednesday night."

   Kelly held her eyes firmly with her own, challenging her to accept.

   "Five hundred pounds for doing no more than what you did with that
factory boss.  But it's a lot more fun I can promise you."

   "And I can just turn up?  Just like that?"

   Part of her hoped there was more too it.  The lure of the money was
subduing the disgust she should have felt.  She needed a delay mechanism to
let her senses override her need to say yes.

   Kelly wasn't giving her an escape route.

   "We're encouraged to find new performers.  Obviously I don't shout about
it a lot.  You'll be my first recruit."

   Little more than forty eight hours later and Emma found herself in a
small hall in the centre of town.  There were several girls there, all
pretty and all looking as though they had done this before.  Each stripping
and chatting.  A room full of bouncing tits and shaved pussy as they
checked make up and exchanged tips like the girls of a dancing troupe
backstage.

   The older woman who had greeted them passed amongst the performers
speaking to the occasional one she knew.  She gave Emma an encouraging
smile as she went by.  Emma felt like an embarrassed newbie, still trying
to comprehend how she'd let herself be talked herself into this.  But she
needed the money, and if Kelly could do it, she was only nineteen, then so
could she.

   "What do I do?" Emma asked nervously.

   "Strip." Kelly said matter of factly as she pulled off her own top.

   Emma couldn't help but look at the large, slightly pendulous white tits
topped with neat pink nubs as they swung free.

   "Hurry up.

   They're sending you out first."

   Emma's mouth dropped open.

   "What that quick?" Emma looked horrified as her stomach started doing
summersaults.

   "First?

   Don't I get a demonstration or something?"

   "No.  Get you out there before you can think too much about it.  Did the
same to me.  And yes, I had the same stunned look that's on your face right
now." She laughed.

   Emma started to peel off her clothing noting the glances from the other
girls checking out their competition.  They'd all been first timers once
and knew the apprehension she felt as she was quickly down to her
underwear. She reached up to unclip her bra with a rush of adrenaline
pumping through her bloodstream.  She was in two minds as to whether it
would have been better to dispense with it altogether before coming, as
Kelly had.

   She went to turn away but checked herself as the lace material released
her ample tits with a small bounce.  Her nipples were already hardening.

   "What about the guys?  You sure they're not ugly old men?"

   Kelly laughed.

   "You'll be impressed don't you worry."

   Emma felt another flush of fear as she finally faced the fact she needed
to lose her panties.  They slid down shapely legs as she bent to disguise
her nakedness for as long as possible.  Even amongst girls she felt
uncomfortable.

   But she was also curious and her eyes were drawn to Kelly's pussy.  The
darker flesh was neat and smooth with a straight defined slit.  Even she
felt a surge of excitement at the sight.

   Finally she stood up and put her panties to one side with the rest of
her garments.  Was it so bad?  This was Wednesday afternoons at school
after PE not so long ago she reminded herself, remembering some of the
antics that had gone on in the changing rooms.  She'd once let Julia finger
her.  But then she'd only been twelve or thirteen at the time.

   Then she saw Kelly's eyes flit across her own pussy and instinctively
covered herself.

   "Stop that." Kelly said throwing a cloak around her.

   "What this?"

   "The audience likes a theatrical unveiling."

   "I'm not sure I can do this." Nerves racked her and she started to look
for the exit.

   "You'll be fine once your onstage.  Just follow the guys lead."

   "What's his name?"

   "Erm.  Not a clue.  Doesn't matter, you'll never see him again.

   Anyway I hear the music.  They'll be here in a minute."

   Emma was stressing.

   "Do I need to do anything?  What should..."

   "Stop.

   Just wait to be led out.  Try not to look at the audience.  They're
close.  Your partner will guide you through it.

   And enjoy it.  It'll be the most exhilarating fuck you'll ever have."
She grinned madly.

   "Oh God."

   Emma saw the approaching men.  Well groomed guys in their late twenties
or early thirties, each covered by a hooded cloak similar to her own.  Like
Chippendales she thought.  She could feel herself shaking and would have
run right at that moment if she could.

   "Oh shit.  What am I doing?"

   "Paying your bills like everyone else here.

   There's just one other point I didn't mention because I didn't want to
scare you."

   Emma could feel the fear rising as knees trembled and her lips quivered.

   "What?" What else could there be?

   "Newbies have to wear a blindfold.  At least at the outset."

   "What?"

   Kelly gave her a grin before slipping a black band over her eyes just as
one of the guys took her hand.

   "Wait." Emma pleaded.

   "Shush.  Just follow my lead." He had a kind voice and for that at least
she was grateful.

   He let go of her hand, instead putting an arm around her waist and
guided her through the curtain as her feet became leaden, not wanting to
move.

   On the other side Emma became disoriented, going where he led until he
stopped and carefully lined her up to face where she guessed people would
be watching from.  Tiny tremors wracked her body all the more as she
suddenly grasped the idea that there were eyes staring in her direction. 
To her horror she felt that unmistakable rush of juice into her pussy that
came with the anticipation of being fucked.  She sensed wet labia and felt
certain she was dripping like a leaky faucet.

   She wondered if she was the only one or if others were around waiting to
perform at the same time.  Oh my God she thought.  Perform, that's what she
was going to do.  Perform with a stranger for an audience.  She shuddered.

   Next she wondered if Kelly was still nearby ready to do the same.  But
there was no chance of seeing.  The blindfold was like a blackout, she
couldn't even fathom how light it was.  As her breathing rose and lips
trembled she tried listening, to figure out how many people might be there.
But all she could hear was a music that seemed to surround her.

   Then came the first hint that she was about to be fucked.  Hands slowly
unhooking the cloak from her shoulders and peeling it away.  Emma flushed
knowing she was naked again.  She wanted to run, to scream even.  But fear
and an escalating desire held her fast.  Frozen to the spot like a rabbit
in headlights.

   The unknown man was sliding his hands over her arms, massaging while
ensuring she didn't cover herself with a steadying hold when she
instinctively tried.  Then up over her shoulders before finding their way
back down over her hips before circling around her waist.  She gasped out
loud as she felt them rise up again to cup her tits, squeezing gently.  A
strangers hands she couldn't see, kneading and gently bouncing her firm
mounds for the entertainment of others.

   Emma's heart rate and breathing hit new heights with the caress and a
low moan of passion escaped her lips as without hurry fingers brushed over
engorged nipples.  Her knees went weak and she struggled to stay upright,
but in that moment she felt the first touch of a hard cock brush her arse
crack.

   Her body took over from her mind and desire took hold.  She wanted to
feel that cock, to touch it and stroke it.  The idea that she was being
watched heightened every sense, every need.  Her juices flowed profusely,
dribbling onto her inner thighs.

   It was as if he could read her mind as without her noticing he had
manoeuvred himself around to her front.  A hand took hers and guided it
onto him.

   Another gasp as she held his cock a moment, grasping it's girth.  She
slid it down to his groin before coming back up over the swollen head.

   "Oh fuck." She muttered in both amazement and terror.

   It was slick, oiled even and her hand slid back and forth easily.  She
reached out with her other hand seeking out his shaved ball bag.  Squeezing
gently she felt the two round globes moving around inside and she heard his
first deep throated groan.  Then hands were putting pressure on her
shoulders.  She knew instantly what was expected and got slowly to her
knees.

   She could smell him.  A mixture of musk, sweet smelling shower gel and
already oozing pre-cum that lubricated her fingers with its sticky
consistency.  Her mouth watered and open lips hesitantly glided over the
head.

   She didn't need any guidance or encouragement now.  Instead she was lost
to the desire.  Her hunger taking hold pushed any other thoughts and fears
aside.  Her whole bring demanded this cock and her tongue reached out to
take her first real taste of him.  She swirled it around his smooth tip. 
It was heaven.

   Her head was moving even before a hand had wrapped her thick hair
between its fingers to guide her.  Back and forth with a relish to fill her
mouth.  Moving her tongue over and around, taking pleasure from the change
of texture between shaft and head.  She tasted more pre-cum as it wet her
lips and oozed into her mouth.  She took it deeper, wanting it all, until
it was at the back of her throat threatening to make her gag and his balls
slapped against her chin.  Faster and with more confidence she took this
cock like it was life itself, as her hands reached around and grasped his
firm arse.  She pulled him in closer.

   Muscular legs began to pump his massive cock into her, guiding her
strokes in time with the music that she had almost forgotten.  Its rhythm
was taken up by her mouth and she moved in time, as she savoured his scent
and taste.  She felt it jerk and throb with a life of its own.  On and on
she went, lost in the primal urge to devour this man.

   Finally Emma pulled away gasping breath only for him to take the
opportunity to push her down to her hands and knees.  Her tits hung freely,
swinging gently with hard nipples pointing downwards.  She felt his fingers
brush her slit, teasing labia that dripped juice copiously.  The fire
burned in her and each touch elicited a cry of want.

   "Please." She begged.

   "Fuck me."

   He was in no hurry.  Fingers pulled her pussy open letting cooler air
blow over exposed pink flesh.  Then in her blindfolded darkness she felt
his hot breath and the first light strokes of a tongue.

   "Oh God." Her voice reverberated with the tiny spasms that shot up her
spine.

   Then the flexing muscle pushed in deeper, lapping up her juices and
teasing open the fleshy sheath that protected her clit.  Fingers and tongue
circled, rubbed and flicked at it as it swelled, demanding attention.  It
burned with an ache that screamed to be satisfied.  Emma shuddered and
shook with overwhelming desire as it ate away at her, scrambling thoughts
until only the need to fuck remained.

   He read her thoughts perfectly and his long hard cock pushed at her
pussy.  A little pressure and it slid in.  Then in one smooth movement he
released the blindfold as she pushed back hard along his shaft with a gasp.

   Emma's eyes went wide at the sight of so many people.  Men and women she
had almost forgotten would be there, crowded around silently watching.  So
close she could have reached out and touched them.  All around, studying
her body, watching every movement, every bounce of her tits, every wiggle
of her arse.  Some in a state of undress as their own arousal demanded to
be answered.

   She went to scream out in horror but it faded into a wanton gasp as her
tunnel tightened around that thick long cock refusing to let go.  In
response it started a relentless thrusting.  Back and forth, in and out as
her tunnel got warmer and warmer.  Her eyes fell to the floor as the first
wave of orgasm swam through her like a ripple on a pond.

   A string of dribble fell from her mouth just as lubricating fluids
trickled down the inside of her thighs.  On and on the rhythmic thrusts
went, slowly rising in speed.  She panted and groaned as the heat in her
body reddened her skin more with each filling push into her pussy.

   She felt the eyes on her as though they were hands and it drove her
wilder.  The pounding was harder, reaching deeper inside than any boyfriend
had ever reached.  Her pussy sucked him in as though wanting to eat him and
she writhed.  Her tits swung back and forth, taking on a bounce all of
their own and her nipples ached.  Then suddenly hands came from behind and
cupped them before fingers twisted reddened hard nubs with a ferocity that
sent pain searing through her.

   Her head lifted and she made eye contact with the first person she saw.
An attractive mature well dressed woman with large tits staring open
mouthed at the show.  Emma screamed as she came with an intensity beyond
belief.  Her pussy clamped tighter still and she felt his cock throb.  Cum
shot inside her, warm and wet, making everything even slipperier and he
gave her several more thrusts as she shuddered and shook with each wave of
orgasm.

   Emma saw the watching woman's eyes widen as a tiny tremor fired through
her face.  Then she realised her skirt was hitched up and a hand was
between her thighs.  She had made herself cum at almost the same instant.

   Emma fell forward as the cock withdrew, landing amongst the crowd. 
Gasping for breath and trying to gather her thoughts she could do little
more than lay there as nearby hands were unable to restrain themselves. 
She was in reach and they stroked her legs and tits.  Men and women all
touching, needing to make contact with this hot girl as she spasmed with
tiny aftershocks.

   The woman she had seen leant over her and reached out to stroke her
sodden pussy, collecting up a mixture of juice and cum on her fingers. 
Emma watched mesmerised as with a smile she licked her digits clean.  She
never broke eye contact once.

   Then hands reached down and pulled her up.  Emma followed her fuck
partner on unsteady feet as a roar of cheers and clapping echoed around the
small hall.

   "Well done." He whispered.

   Emma collapsed as soon as she was through the curtain with another
couple making their way past her on their way to give their performance.

   "Wow.  You did great."

   A naked Kelly was at her side with a broad grin on her face.

   Emma was still trying to catch her breath as she reached a hand up to
touch the side of Kelly's face.  She smiled, still unsure if she had loved
it or been horrified by the experience.

   "Thank you.  I think."

   She let her hand fall back, brushing against her friends soft tit.

   "Get your strength back.  I'm up in a minute.  You've set a high bar for
me to reach."

   Emma glanced around for her fuck partner, wondering what his name was,
or even who he was.  But he'd disappeared and she doubted any of them were
ever supposed to meet again.

   A few minutes later and a fully dressed Emma slipped out into the crowd,
finally realising there was upwards of two hundred people in the hall.  On
the slightly raised circular stage she could see her friend Kelly stood
feet apart and bent forward as another hunk pounded her from behind making
her tits bounce and swing with abandonment.

   Kelly's eyes were rolling and her mouth was opening wide ready to accept
a second approaching man with his cock stiff and aiming for the unoccupied
moist receptacle.

   Emma was stunned and horrified at just how clear everything was.  She
could see and smell the fucking in a way no porn video could ever portray.
And only moments ago it had been her up there.

   Emma glanced back at the viewers.  All of them showing signs of arousal.
She didn't doubt this place would descend into something approaching an
orgy at some point.

   "Hi."

   Emma jumped at the voice so close to her ear.  It was the woman she'd
seen as she'd cum.  Closer up she was about forty, well presented and quite
attractive.  She felt an unexpected pang of arousal in her already ravaged
body.  The connection they'd made excited her a second time.

   "Hello." She said with a smile she couldn't help.

   Ahead Kelly was beginning to moan out with long guttural cries.  The
cock filling her mouth muffled the sounds but it was clear she was about to
explode into her own orgasm.  Emma glanced back and forth between the two
women as she felt juices wet her slacks and her head span with confusion.

   The posh woman flicked her eyes down as though she could smell the
leakage and Emma blushed.

   "I enjoyed your performance." The woman said.

   "I was just wondering if maybe I could arrange some personal service at
a later date?"