5 comments/ 32350 views/ 18 favorites The Cliterati Ch. 01 By: RodrigoTortilla Interview --------- The jobs had been circulated in-house – two reporter posts based in London, working with the national news team. Now, several weeks later, the cream of regional TV talent were milling around practicing winning smiles and interview waffle. It had already been a long day – a round-robin of HR interviews, group sessions, mock reporting, feedback, and an informal chat with 3 of the nation's favourite newsreaders, Kate, Sian and Sophie. Kylie slipped the 'phone back into her bag having just read Robert's 7th 'good luck' text of the day. After the 3rd she'd thought 'enough now', but they kept on coming. It wasn't hard for her to read between the lines – he was nervous that a move to London would mean the end of them and was trying too hard to become indispensable. He was right – nice bloke, but Kylie was ready for something new, something exciting and the capital city seemed the place to look for it. She let out a deep breath, long and slow, cheeks slowly deflating. There was no denying that she was tense. At 27, after 5 years in the business, this was her first shot at national TV exposure. Opportunities like this didn't come along very often. Kylie felt she'd acquitted herself well so far – just the mock report and 3 legendary broadcasters to deal with. Of the two, she was absolutely dreading the informal 'let's find out about you' chat. Interviewees who'd already met the 3 women had nothing but positive things to say– 'lovely', 'friendly', 'funny' etc. but small-talk just wasn't her strong suit. So, she was sat outside Make-up Room 4 taking deep breaths and doing her best Blowfish impression. The door opened and a woman swished past looking glamorous– Alexa from the North-East region. She disappeared down the corridor, a long-legged, short skirted and high heeled vision drawing admiring glances from men she passed. 'God is that still how this works?' thought Kylie. "Hi, I'm Megan – do you want to come in, or are you going to watch Alexa's bum until she's out of sight?" Kylie laughed and looked up to the face at the door, then back to the dwindling Alexa – "It's a nice arse, but I'm all yours." She stood – "Hi, I'm Kylie. It's nice to meet you." and followed Megan into the room. She was struck by the height difference between the 2 of them. Megan was bare-footed, while Kylie was elevated by 3 inch heels, but the make-up artist couldn't have been any more than 5 feet tall. At 5' 6" Kylie towered over her. Petite and pretty, with long dark hair tied back, dressed simply in black leggings and loose T-shirt, she was the first genuinely friendly face Kylie had seen all day. She took the offered chair and they chatted about the minutiae of the day as Megan began the job of preparing her for the camera - selecting shades, applying powder and lip gloss, tweaking errant strands of hair into place. She was done in 10 minutes. Megan knew this woman was one of 6 'special' recruitment targets for the day amongst the female interviewees and she could see why - tall, slim but curvy, long straight dark hair, striking blue eyes and a mouth that curved upwards in a permanent cheeky smile. Some of the other 5 'possibiles' had been more conventionally beautiful she thought, but all had proved to have equally conventional characters and Kylie was the last chance to find a new recruit that day. Mentally crossing her fingers, she began her approach once again. "Kylie I'm finished, but if you don't mind me saying, you seem pretty tense." This was a no-brainer, all of the interviewees had been nervous to some degree. It was the biggest opportunity of their careers and completely understandable. It was a natural and innocent way to start the conversation. "Shit, is it that obvious?" Kylie released the vice-like grip her hands had taken on the chair arms and laughed at herself. "I'm just dreading the chat with 3 news-reading 'goddesses' – I think I'm going to say something really stupid - or not say anything at all!" "Look, I know them all pretty well and they're lovely, always really friendly and fun to be around, but if you're nervous, that's probably not much use – a 10 minute shoulder massage on the other hand might help you relax, if you're interested." 2 of the 'possibles' had declined at this point. They'd been polite, but the looks on their faces carried other messages – 'who do you think you are, I'm talent' and 'that's a bit dykey'. Or perhaps Megan had just imagined it. Kylie smiled. "That's really kind of you" a pause while she looked at her watch "I'm not sure it'll help, but it can't hurt either I suppose and I've got 30 minutes before I'm due on set. So yes please, that would be fantastic." "Ok, great. Now obviously I'm not going to use any oils, but I'm going to crease that silk blouse badly if you leave it on." Megan left the 'Why don't you take it off?' question unspoken. 2 more potential recruits had given her slightly odd looks and raised eyebrows at this point and kept their blouses buttoned. They'd left looking distinctly rumpled. Kylie simply stood, unbuttoned and un-tucked her blouse, hung it over a nearby chair and sat back down. The 5th 'possible' had got this far, then closed her eyes, clamped her hands over her chest and giggled through the massage. That had been Alexa. Mini-skirts promise much and so seldom deliver thought Megan as the North-East's young hopeful pranced out of the door. Yes, it could be a tough job being Kate, Sian and Sophie's 'gopher'. Kylie eased back into the chair, picked some imaginary dust off her knee-length grey pencil skirt, placed her hands back on the chair arms and lay back a little, looking at Megan via the mirror in front of them. "Ok, work your magic." – But sometimes it was worth it. The make-up artist moved to the door and turned the thumb lock. "I'll just give you a bit of privacy - you never know who might wander in." Resuming her position behind the chair, Megan's fingers caressed the back of Kylie's neck and shoulders whilst her thumbs started to work the tension from the reporters' muscles. They carried on their previous conversation – it was light-hearted and friendly, just what Kylie needed. Megan's thoughts on the other hand were another matter entirely: 'Yes! Serious points for that bra Kylie – I have the same one. You knew it was completely sheer but you didn't hesitate to lose the blouse. Round of applause! Are you wearing the matching knickers? Great breasts – what shall we say – a small handful and...oh my god your nipples are amazing! They're huge! Lovely toned stomach. What's that in your belly-button? – A little pearl stud – very tasteful. Please, please, please, be a wanton hussy. We need you!' She worked skilfully and quickly, switching between Kylie's shoulders and her chest just below the neck, on each occasion allowing her outstretched fingers to move slightly lower. The chatter between them had subsided and the atmosphere in the room was charged with anticipation, at least from Megan's perspective. Both women had their eyes trained on the mirror, but they were oblivious to each other, focussed instead on Kylie's nipples that were now pushing against the sheer white fabric. Megan revised her assessment from 'huge' to 'gigantic'. The massaging hands swept over Kylie's shoulders, down her chest and this time didn't stop, sliding easily into the cups of her bra, index and middle fingers of each hand surrounding an erect dark nipple, squeezing gently. Their eyes met in the mirror again. "Is this ok Kylie...They're just so amazing – I'm afraid I couldn't resist." Her fingers didn't wait for a response, making scissor motions, drawing a sharp intake of breath from the other woman. Kylie laughed. "They were attention seeking weren't they. You go ahead – I'll let you know if you over-step...they enjoy being pulled." Megan tightened her finger grip and drew the long thick nipples away from Kylie's body, letting them gradually slip from her grasp before repeating the action. A soft moan escaped from the interviewee's mouth as she took a tight grip on the arms of the chair again. Megan's hands drew smoothly upwards, deftly slipped the straps off Kylie's shoulders and swept back down, pushing the bra's cups away before returning to pull on one nipple and then the other. Minutes passed - she was amazed at how turned on Kylie was becoming just from this attention. Her bum was now lifting off the seat a little in rhythm with the teasing fingers, breath coming in short gasps, eyes watching everything with a slightly glazed look. Taking Kylie at her word, Megan released her grip and moved round in front of the chair. She slipped her mouth over a nipple, swirling her tongue around it, sucking it between her lips and then slowly letting it slide out as she pulled away, before repeating the process on its neighbour. The smaller woman moved left and right between the 2 for a few minutes, each time applying more pressure with her lips and gently scraping with her teeth. Kylie's mouth was open and every breath was a moan now. She was hanging on to the chair arms for dear life, bum off the seat once more, legs spread as far as the tight-fitting skirt would allow. Megan could read the signs. She let a wet nipple slip out of her mouth. "You're going to come?" Kylie nodded. "Just from having your nipples played with. Wow!" "It doesn't happen often, but then they're not usually played with quite so skilfully." In truth, Kylie was as amazed as Megan at how close she was to an orgasm. Not that her nipples weren't incredibly sensitive normally and if asked to quantify her sexual appetites in a magazine survey she'd have ticked the box that said 'hearty', but the build-up of tension over the last few days had subdued her normal horny self. She hadn't realised, that beneath her anxiety, the excitement of the day and the future it promised had actually moved her up to 'voracious' on the survey scale. Megan smiled at the compliment. "I'll tell you what, why don't you tell me exactly how you want me to play with them to get you off from here." Kylie had loosened her grip on the chair and pulled her slippery nipples upwards, holding them delicately between thumbs and forefingers, partly to maintain the sensations coursing through her body and also because she could see how much Megan enjoyed the site. She grinned and let go. "Ok. Pick a nipple – any nipple – and suck it in and out of your mouth as deep and quickly as you like." Megan went back to 'work', keeping a firm grip with her lips and never letting the nipple entirely slip from her mouth until she swapped from one to the other. Kylie was up off the seat again, watching Megan intently and pulling hard on whichever nipple was free, her stomach rippling as her orgasm built again. "Suck as much of my tit into your mouth as you can...and circle the nipple with your tongue...oh god, yes!" There was a moment of silence in the room followed by a sustained cry from Kylie, her body twitching as the orgasm hit, arms now thrown over her head gripping the back of the chair. Megan rode the wave with her, still sucking and pulling until Kylie slumped back in the seat and they slipped out from her mouth and between her fingers. She leant back against the work surface covered with the tools of her trade. "Still tense...?" There was a shake of the head and a broad smile in response. "10 minutes to spare as well...Kylie, before you go, there's something I need to tell you." There was just a hint of nervousness in Megan's voice that got Kylie's attention as she slipped the bra's cups back over her still pulsing nipples and reached for the blouse she'd discarded. Megan had practiced this speech on a number of occasions, but in truth it was the first time she'd actually delivered it and there was a chance, a slim one she thought, but a chance nonetheless, that Kylie wouldn't react well to its contents. Deep breath: "Ok, here goes. Sophie, Sian and Kate as individuals are powerful people in the organisation. They realised a few years ago that collectively they could wield even more influence. This was shortly after they'd discovered that they enjoy fucking each other senseless." Kylie stopped buttoning and scanned Megan's face intently for signs that the woman was about to burst out laughing. None present. "From time to time they look for other women who might benefit from their help and who, to be blunt, they want to fuck. They make their intentions and offer known, through me in this case and then it's up to the person concerned how things go from there. When you meet them later, they won't mention a word of this, not even a suggestive hint, unless you want them to. You can have an innocent 30 minute chat with them, walk out of the building, get on the train to Nottingham and forget about this conversation. I promise they'll give a fair and objective assessment to the interview panel and then everybody goes on with their lives. On the other hand, if their offer is appealing then you just need to find some way to make that clear during the chat and events will take a different path." Megan couldn't read Kylie's face, but she wasn't smiling anymore and her voice had a slight acid tone to it "So, just to clarify...the casting couch is alive and well, but now being controlled by 3 bi-curious newsreaders for their own pleasure and the career advancement of women in the media. Is that about right?" "Yeah...I suppose the casting couch analogy is a fair one, but in its defence, you don't have to recline on it unless you want to and it now comes with throw cushions." "I see. So, the last 20 minutes was what, an audition?" "It was a test - to see whether you might be interested. Before you ask, I really enjoyed conducting it. Also, before you ask, you weren't the only possible recruit today, so yes I have been through this scenario a number of times, but you were the only one..." "...Slutty enough to let a complete stranger suck her nipples in the make-up chair?" Kylie interrupted. She couldn't keep the pretence up and let the smile return to her face. Megan beamed back, relieved. "Look, if you decide this isn't for you, you'll still have the same chance as anyone else of getting one of the 2 jobs. In fact - I've watched tapes of you at work Kylie - you're very talented. My guess would be that you'll get one of them anyway...Are you completely freaked out?" Kylie was dressed, a little flushed, but otherwise ready for camera. She checked her watch - "Actually, no. I'm more intrigued than freaked. Look, I'd better get going – don't want to be late for my close-up. Thanks again for the make-up and stress release." She moved to the door and turned back to Megan as she lowered the handle – "If I had 5 minutes to spare and no make-up to worry about I'd pull your leggings off, sit you in that chair and return the favour - Next time!" And she was gone. Megan grabbed her 'phone from the work surface, sank into the chair and typed 'I think we have a winner' with one hand as the other slipped inside her leggings. She pressed send. --------- The mock report on private schooling took about half an hour and Kylie managed to give what she thought was a pretty good performance considering that her brain was busy pondering the previous 20 minutes and the half hour still to come. Initially, her thoughts focused on whether Megan was a psycho-bitch dwarf harpy who was setting her up for a career defining faux pas that would still be talked about when she retired after 30 years spent in the Lincolnshire hinterland as agriculture correspondent for the Eastern region. She managed to quell her paranoia quickly though – she knew instinctively that the 'offer' was genuine. She considered the women themselves. All she really knew were their bios and what she'd seen of them on screen – all in their 40's, married (happily according to the rumour mill) with young children. There was plenty of gossip about lesbian talent, not least amongst newsreaders, but Kylie had never heard a word said about Kate, Sian and Sophie. Her mind was a jumble of mental caricatures and the report she was delivering: Kate – tall, beautiful full lips, bobbed hair, glasses, athletic, captain of the netball team (probably) Sian – cheeky, petite, wicked smile, redhead, great legs, captain of the hockey team (probably) Sophie – elegant, blonde, winning smile, great breasts, head girl (probably) They were broadcasting royalty and Kylie's nervousness at meeting them was at least partly a consequence of the goddess-like demeanour they all projected on camera. She'd never considered whether or not they were attractive before, but faced with the prospect of having sex with them, she gave it some serious thought and quickly deemed them all very fuckable. --------- It had been a frustrating and busy day for the 3 'goddesses'. Megan's texts had become progressively more down-beat as they ploughed through a succession of 30 minute interviews, with brief breaks between each. Alexa's 'refusal' had been a particular disappointment. So, the 'winner' text spiked the atmosphere in the room - to the extent that the interviewee prior to Kylie left wondering what the 3 of them had been snorting between chats. Now they were sat on a Green Room sofa awaiting Kylie's arrival with professional smiles locked on their faces, keen not to betray any underlying excitement. An intern knocked, opened the door and entered, followed by Kylie. Introductions were made and a seat offered on an identical sofa facing Kate, Sian and Sophie. The young reporter chose the centre seat and perched herself on the edge of it, legs drawn together, a picture of demure attention focussed on the 3 women in front of her. She heard the door click shut as the intern left them alone and tuned in to Sophie asking how far she'd had to travel today. Game on. As the conversation began to flow, Kylie took in some details and revised her previous thoughts about the 3 women. They looked slightly older than their on-screen selves, but they'd also lost the slightly haughty, clipped demeanour that relaying the day's disasters to the nation seemed to demand. They were now real, attractive women in their 40's and any doubts Kylie had harboured as she entered the room vanished quickly. Sian and Kate were dressed quite formally – work clothes, since they were both on duty later. Both were wearing black tailored trousers, Sian with a tight fitting white t-shirt, Kate in a black sweater. Sophie, on the other hand, was dressed with the warm spring day outside in mind – in a dazzling blue knee-length dress. They really were a joy to talk to and under other circumstances Kylie was sure she would have relaxed in their company, but tension began to return as she wondered how to steer the conversation towards the approach she'd decided on during a 5 minute 'strategy break' in the toilets between studio and Green Room. She was conscious of the time constraint and 7 minutes had already ticked by according to the clock in the room when finally she felt that the moment had arrived. Kate was talking - "I remember being completely over-awed when I first walked through the doors downstairs. It took me months to feel like I belonged." Before anybody else could reminisce about their experiences, Kylie began – "To tell you the truth, the building and ambience didn't really bother me this morning. I was more nervous of the 30 minutes with the 3 of you than any other part of the day." Good natured comments flew from the other sofa - "Really?" "Surely not" "Are we that scary?" "No you're not scary – not in the slightest. It was all me. Anyway, Megan very kindly helped calm my nerves earlier by sucking on my nipples after she'd finished my make-up." Kate, Sian and Sophie were still smiling, but otherwise gave no outward reaction to Kylie's statement. She'd been hoping for wicked grins from the other sofa at this point and her mind re-visited the 'Megan as harpy' scenario. There was nothing for it though, but to continue. The Cliterati Ch. 01 "Actually, they're still really sensitive and they're rubbing against my blouse every time I move." She stood. "So" - button one undone – "if you don't mind" – button two – "I think I'll just" – button three – "take it off." – button four. With all buttons undone, Kylie pulled the blouse open and out of her skirt, shrugged it off her shoulders and let it slide down her arms. The bra had gone, removed during her 'strategy break', but the thick silk of her blouse and Kylie's pose on the sofa had disguised the fact until now. She hadn't been lying about the effect of the silk, her nipples were as erect as they'd been during the make-up chair 'massage'. Kylie shook her wrists and the blouse slipped off her arms altogether. The whole manoeuvre had taken only seconds and without a pause she moved to unhook and unzip her skirt. Inwardly though, she felt she'd been stood semi-naked in front of these virtual strangers for hours. Why didn't they say something? Sophie was staring straight at Kylie, but writing something on the pad in her lap – just two words. Kate & Sian glanced down at the scribbled phrase, missing the sight of Kylie's skirt sliding over hips and down bare legs. She had her own panic-stricken thoughts about the two words – 'Call Security' or 'Crazy Woman', but she needn't have worried. They said 'Well played'. Sian stood, walked to the door and locked it, speaking as she moved – "You know Sophie I think those nipples might be even bigger than yours". Kate meanwhile positioned herself behind the sofa. "Well let's see shall we" She leaned over Sophie, took hold of the bow that kept her wrap dress in place and pulled upwards to undo it. One fold of the dress was theatrically opened and then the other. Sophie, un-wrapped and completely naked underneath, slid forward on the sofa until she was on the edge of the seat, then lay back, opening her legs wide in front of Kylie. The invitation couldn't have been much clearer. Sophie watched the young woman consider her next move - she'd become more and more aroused thinking about this moment ever since Megan's 'winner' text had arrived. Her sense of excitement and anticipation had increased when Kylie first walked into the room and gone through the roof when she'd stripped. Now Sophie had the vision of the interviewee in white see-through underwear, nipples being squeezed between fingers, to fuel her lust still further. She was wet and dying for a tongue. Kylie's attention was entirely focussed on the neatly trimmed pubic hair and shaved pussy that was on display for her. She was momentarily mesmerised. Sophie slipped both hands between her legs, dug several fingers in to the sensitive flesh on either side of her pussy and slowly pulled outwards, spreading herself open. The slight open-mouthed expression on Kylie's face told Sophie that she had the young woman's attention. She slipped a finger just inside and circled the entrance to her hole lazily before removing it and sucking it dry. Kylie's eyes had followed the finger and now met Sophie's lustful gaze. They both smiled – keeping her eyes on the newsreader she kicked off her shoes, knelt down and on all fours crawled between Sophie's legs. This was the moment of truth. On two previous occasions women had reached this point (although not with the same verve as Kylie) and hadn't hesitated to eat whichever pussy was offered to them - really badly! The three women were all amazed and impressed at the extent to which ambition could sometimes trump nature, but equally in agreement that if you didn't really want to eat pussy then the person on the receiving end could tell. As Sian put it after her underwhelming experience had left the room – "If you don't end up teasing my clit with your nose, tongue buried in my pussy, gasping for breath with my juices all over your face and dripping off your chin, then you're not really into it." The first 2 strokes of Kylie's tongue were so delicate that Sophie barely felt them and for a second she worried that they were going to be disappointed again. Then the tongue was pushed forcefully inside, withdrawn for a second and then slipped back in, flicking up and down in the entrance to her hole before sliding up to circle around her clit. It coincided with Kate leaning over and sucking one of Sophie's nipples deep into her mouth and brought a gasp from the blonde newsreader. She watched Kylie lean back a little, admire the view, lick her lips, take a breath and then the tongue was back inside her even deeper than before, lapping, flicking and circling. Things were going to be just fine! Kate and Sian knew that they only had a supporting role to play in these well orchestrated proceedings. Time was short - only one of them could conduct the 'interview' and it was Sophie's turn to be tongue-tester today. Kate was perfectly placed to experience the sights and sounds as Kylie 'worked'. For 30 seconds or more, the young woman's face below the eyes virtually disappeared from view as she tongue-fucked Sophie's pussy as deeply as she could. Her friend filled the air with low moans and exclamations amid the sloshing of the young woman's tongue dipping in and out. Then Kylie re-emerged, gasping for breath, mouth glazed with juices and Saliva. Kate watched her mouth surround Sophie's clit, sometimes sucking, sometimes licking, alternating between gentle and forceful and the sounds from her friend changed to higher-pitched gasps and short staccato breaths. Then it all began again as Kylie's face disappeared from view. She watched this sequence for several minutes before Kate's gaze dragged itself away from the action, following the line of Kylie's back, taking in the view of her well-rounded bottom. She was intrigued by the young woman's knickers – they had a large lace insert on the back. It was a strange place for such decorative work. Sian walked into view, her eyes drawn to the same sight. She'd been watching events unfold from the other side of the room. Kylie had certainly passed the enthusiasm test and the look on Sophie's face said she knew what she was doing with her tongue as well. How would she deal with distraction? Sian knelt to one side of the reporter whose legs and arms were spread wide in her all-fours position – her whole body was rocking backwards and forwards as she drove her tongue deep inside Sophie. "How convenient" - Sian deftly undid a small button and the patch of lace was revealed as a net curtain covering an open window that now gave her easy access into Kylie's knickers and between the cheeks of her bottom. She slipped her cupped hand into the opening, fingers lightly brushing the young woman's arsehole as they descended before locating and slipping a single finger into Kylie's pussy. She was so wet – enthusiastic and excited! Sian muttered a little "oh yes" to herself as she immediately added a second finger and began to steadily fuck the sticky, wet opening. There was a muffled moan from Kylie in response. Sian was resisting a desperate urge to eat pussy – with one more interview still to be conducted, all 3 women needed to maintain a professional exterior. It would be easy enough to re-wrap Sophie, but smeared lipstick and missing make-up would be more difficult to disguise. She would have to settle for a taste and eased her hand out of Kylie's knickers briefly to lick her juicy fingers before slipping them back in, adding a 3rd finger in the process and drawing a further moan and rapid intake of breath from the mouth buried in Sophie's pussy. Sian increased her pace, fingers sliding in and out easily before removing them again and dipping her thumb into Kylie. The moans subsided a little, then grew in intensity as the 3 fingers returned and became more urgent still as the juicy thumb started to circle her arsehole. Time was ticking by – the 'interview' had been in progress for 10 minutes and in 13 more there would be a knock on the door and it would need to be unlocked ready for Alexa to be led in. Kate had watched Sian ask Kylie her probing 'questions' and been impressed with the 'responses' she gave. There'd been a look of surprised delight in Kylie's eyes when Sian had started playing with her arse and if anything, the licking and sucking between gasps and moans had become even more abandoned and lustful ever since. Now Kate moved to join Sian on the other side of Kylie's body to see if she could come up with any 'questions' of her own. Kate was fighting her body's instinctive desire to get naked. The three of them had enjoyed some 'interviews' enormously in the past, but Kylie was proving to be in a different league of wanton slutdom altogether. She looked at Sophie – feet drawn up onto the sofa now to spread herself open as wide as possible for the probing tongue that just wouldn't stop, a hand on the back of Kylie's head holding her in position as she bucked her hips, fucking the young reporters face. They exchanged smiles and Kate could tell that her friend was close to coming. "Taste her." Kate turned and took Sian's offered fingers into her mouth. That didn't do anything to curb her 'get naked' instincts – she tasted delicious. The fingers and thumb went back to work and Kate turned her attention to Kylie's nipples, reaching around and under her body to capture each one between a pair of fingers, pulling down on them and squeezing in rhythm with Sian's thrusting fingers and Sophie's bucking hips. Kylie couldn't quite believe what she was doing, what was being done to her and how much she loved it. She hadn't had sex this abandoned...ever. A mixture of pussy juice and saliva was everywhere – Sophie's thighs gleamed with it, the dress and sofa were wet with it. It was in Kylie's nose, all over her cheeks, even in her hair...and she still wanted more. She was having trouble concentrating though - there were too many amazing things being done with fingers and thumb to focus properly on making Sophie come and if anybody touched her clit she wouldn't be able to hold back the 2nd orgasm of the day. The fingers of Sian's unoccupied hand began to brush against Kylie's clit through her knickers. Sophie had to release her grip on the back of Kylie's head as it was thrown back when the orgasm struck. Mouth wide open with a long (thankfully quiet) scream of pleasure, a thin trail of her own pussy juice and saliva dribbling out of its corner, Sophie watched her come with delight. Kylie's face was soaked, her forehead beaded in sweat and in the background Sian and Kate were still pulling, rubbing and thrusting, broad smiles on their faces. It was one of the most erotic things she'd ever watched. As Kylie's orgasm subsided, Sophie used fingers of both hands to spread, expose and rub at her own clit, keeping close to an orgasm, but not pushing too far, waiting for the young woman to recover. Sian returned to the sofa, smiling at Kylie as she fed juicy fingers into Sophie's mouth and Kate joined her. They were perched on either side of their desperately aroused friend and added to her plight by each languidly sucking on a nipple. Kylie was ready – she leaned back in as Sophie spoke between heaving breaths. "Just play with my clit Kylie. Lick it, suck it, bite it gently, whatever you like. It won't take long." Sophie continued to hold herself open, allowing Kylie to cover her clit open mouthed and both suck and lick at the incredibly sensitive spot at the same time. The effect was almost instantaneous and her thighs instinctively locked around the head between her legs as she came. Kylie didn't release her hold and nor did Kate and Sian – they moved with the writhing body and kept licking and sucking, holding Sophie at fever pitch as long as possible. She reached the point where she both wanted the amazing sensations to never stop, but needed them to stop immediately. She tried to dislodge the 3 women, but they were very persistent, she didn't really have the strength to fight and in some ways didn't really want to. She was squirming crazily now, coming, laughing and cursing them all at the same time - and then it stopped. Sophie was just laughing now, legs trembling, eyes closed, catching her breath while Kate, Kylie and Sian surveyed their work. "5 minutes" said Kate, glancing at the clock over the door. Suddenly everybody, particularly Kylie, was moving fast to return themselves and the room to normality before the intern reappeared with Alexa in tow. Clothes were thrown on, a face cleaned (thank goodness for wet-wipes) and make-up fixed (sort of) with a minute to spare. Luckily once Sophie's dress had been re-wrapped the wet patch wasn't visible (much) and although both she and Kylie looked like they'd just had massive orgasms to Kate and Sian, the rest of the world wouldn't notice (probably). There was just time to exchange numbers and Sian thought it would be a good idea to state the obvious so that Kylie didn't leave wondering what they thought of her. "That was fantastic – beyond our wildest expectations. We're going to do everything we can to make sure that you're hired, but we can't make any promises." "Thanks. For me as well. I'll keep my fingers crossed." The door was unlocked, opened and with laughs and smiles behind her Kylie stepped back out into corridor B6 and made for the exit – done for the day. An hour later, - sitting on a train awaiting departure in St. Pancras station, her 'phone beeped twice to signal an incoming text. 'Shit, I haven't told Robert how things went' was the thought that crossed her mind as she flipped it open, but it was from Kate: 'Official confirmation tomorrow, but you're in!!! Welcome to the club – see you soon! K.S.S.' Robert could wait. The Cliterati Ch. 02 Assignment ------------ "Can we break for 10 minutes? I need to discuss a couple of things with Tom. Is that alright with you Jackie?" "I suppose so Kylie. You've got plenty of time." "Great. Michelle? - Sorry, Mish. Ok with you?" "Whatever." "Lovely. Turn everything off Tom and then, can I have a word out in the corridor?" "Sure. Just a second." Kylie tried not to show her frustration as she gathered up her bag and headed for the door with Tom a few paces behind, but this was important and things were not running smoothly at all. They were shooting a segment at a women's open prison just South of London. It was due to air on both the 6 and 9 o'clock bulletins the next day and Kylie knew it was something that a more experienced reporter would normally cover. It was exactly 5 weeks since the interview, she'd only been working in London for a month and she felt the influence of her 'mentors' in being assigned to the story. The report was centred on a face to face interview with Michelle/Mish. That was the plan anyway. At that moment, after 40 minutes, all she and Tom had succeeded in recording were a few grunted answers and lots of swearing from the young woman. According to researchers Mish was the ideal candidate for the piece -- loving parents, excellent education and a well paid job in the city where she'd been caught insider trading. A classic 'good girl gone bad' story. Clearly, they hadn't actually spoken to her - 6 months in prison had left the young woman with a severe attitude problem. There also seemed to be tension between Mish and Jackie, the prison officer assigned to oversee the shoot, which definitely wasn't helping matters. Kylie took a deep breath of musty corridor air and closed her eyes to think. It had been a crazy 5 weeks. Her notice period in Nottingham should have been a month, but according to her boss, 'high level intervention' had cut that to a week. That had triggered a panic about somewhere to live in the capital which lasted all of 45 minutes - at which point a London estate agent called, saying that he'd been asked by 'friends in the media' to arrange some viewings at her convenience. Poor Robert barely had time to register that Kylie was going, before she was gone. She'd not seen much of the three newsreaders over her first few weeks in the capital - just a quick hello in the newsroom or a smile as she passed one of them in the corridor, but she'd met Sian for coffee a few days previously. They'd talked about how Kylie was settling in, spent a lot of time re-living the interview in all its wonderfully filthy detail and there was talk of a 'Welcome to London' party in her honour At some point during the conversation, Sian had said something that now came floating back into her head - "It's amazing the things women will do if you just ask nicely and show them that you're willing to do the same." Although Kylie's life was moving so fast that she barely had time to blink, let alone think, she'd spent a lot of time contemplating the interview. It hadn't been a first-time lesbian experience, just the first time she couldn't hold alcohol responsible and the first time with women not woman. There'd been 4 or 5 occasions over the years where she'd woken up staring bleary-eyed at the nape of a female neck -- a random club-conquest from the night before. It was always the same -- she wouldn't remember much, but the memories that did surface were pleasurable. Then she'd file the 'wild moment' away in the section of her brain labelled 'Enjoyable -- unlikely to happen again' and go back to the reality of whichever man was trying to keep her entertained at the time. This time it was different. Nothing had been filed away -- the interview was playing on a near-permanent loop in her head. She'd fucked Robert goodbye and enjoyed it, as always, but she was eager to have sex with the 3 newsreaders again, or one of them, or Megan, or all four of them. In fact, she realised, any woman she found attractive would do and really 'eager' was 'desperate'. This time, she wanted more. "Strange - I'd have thought a women's prison would smell better. What's up Kylie?" Kylie's eyes snapped open. She smiled weakly at Tom's quip and question. "Is this going as badly as I think, or is it actually, by some miracle, ok?" "No, it's pretty bad. I don't think we've got anything useable yet." "Fuck!" Kylie turned and leant her head against the nearby wall for a full minute, foot tapping against the floor. When she turned back to Tom the smile on her face was almost its normal cheeky self again. This seemed as good a time as any to put Sian's words to the test. "Ok. I want you to make yourself scarce for a while. There was a staff refectory they said we could use -- go and get a coffee, read the paper - whatever. I'm going to have a chat with Mish and see if I can convince her to play ball. I'll give you a call when I need you back. Ok?" "Sure -- I guess. I think she's a lost cause though." "We'll see." Tom ambled off towards the refectory, Kylie in the opposite direction heading towards the toilets at the end of the corridor. 10 minutes later she opened the break room door in time to see Jackie quickly retreat from a crouched position in front of Mish's chair and resume a more formal 'on-guard' stance to one side of her. They'd obviously been deep in conversation - neither seemed unduly upset, just slightly frustrated. Kylie didn't know any female prison officers, but she had a mental image of what they typically looked like and Jackie wasn't it. She was probably 40ish, about Kylie's height, dark bobbed hair, very pretty, high cheek bones, a bit Diane Keatonish. Oh, and a fantastic arse -- she and Tom had followed it down the corridor and even in shapeless, standard issue polyester work trousers it moved provocatively. Jackie was attractive, Mish was absolutely stunning. She reminded Kylie of an actress as well -- what was her name - the woman who played the perfect new best friend and pissed Kirsten Wiig off in Bridesmaids. Rose...something or other. Mish had an aquiline nose, long brunette hair piled on top of her head in the current fashion and the body of an Olympic swimmer. Even in sweats and a t-shirt that had seen better days, she looked great. Kylie sat back down with Mish eyeing her suspiciously from the chair opposite. "I've sent Tom off to get a coffee. I thought perhaps we could forget the interview for a while and just chat." She heard a whispered "fucking hell" from the other chair. "Is that ok Jackie?" "We're booked to you until 1 and I certainly don't mind avoiding whatever jobs are waiting for me elsewhere. Go ahead." Kylie realised that a round-about route to her destination was pointless -- it would just prompt more attitude and swearing from Mish. So she brought the chat straight to the point - "I'm curious about a topic that came up in the research for this piece Mish -- something a former inmate said about boredom and relieving it by watching films of other inmates masturbating. Is that something you've come across?" "Masssturrrbating?" Mish adopted a mocking posh voice, probably not unlike her actual pre-prison accent, Kylie thought. "What would you prefer then -- Playing? Diddling? Wanking?" "Wanking will do." There was just a hint of interest in Mish's voice as she delivered her longest sentence of the day so far. "Ok. So, inmates filming themselves wanking, and then sharing the movies. Discuss. Does it happen?" Jackie had been fidgeting in the background since masturbation had first been mentioned -- "I'm sorry Kylie, but I really don't think this is an appropriate topic of conversation." "Jackie, nobody's listening, the camera's turned off and we're all grown-ups. I promise you it's not a 'stealth' story. I'm just curious about something I've heard, that's all." Mish was more attentive now and didn't give Jackie a chance to press her case -- "Sure, it happens. Loads of people do it - even more watch them." "With what though? Inmates aren't allowed 'phones." "Not 'phones -- little video cameras. And no, you're not allowed those either, but since a lot of the staff like to watch the films, they turn a blind eye when people sneak them in." She shot a brief glance and grin in Jackie's direction. Kylie pre-empted the officer, who was still fidgeting. "Jackie, it looks like you're going to try and stop the conversation again. There's no need -- I'm not surprised the staff are involved and I'm not in the least bit bothered. If I worked here I think I'd take every bit of light relief I could get my hands on as well. Just relax, ok. So, this is all just for entertainment then Mish -- somebody gets hold of a camera, films themselves and shares it around?" "Some do that - a lot are so bad that's all they can do with them. 5 minutes watching a woman with her hand down her jeans when you don't get to see anything else is just boring. If you're good at them though, if you let people see what you're doing and really get into it, then you can use them to get all kinds of stuff that you're not supposed to have -- booze, drugs, sex toys." Mish laid extra emphasis on the last 2 words. "Are you good at them? Do you watch them?" "I've got my fans." Mish's head twitched slightly in Jackie's direction again. "And yeah, I watch them -- some of the better ones are a real turn-on." Kylie reached into her bag. "Jackie, I'm going to show you and Mish something - is it ok if I give her my 'phone?" The woman nodded after a moment's hesitation, conscious that she'd lost control of the situation and wondering how to get it back. "What would this be worth do you think?" She pressed play and passed the 'phone to Mish. A woman's lower body, legs spread, naked except for a pair of bright orange knickers which were being held out of the way by one hand while 3 fingers of the other fucked her pussy. The image was crystal clear -- the shiny, wet fingers slid all the way out to reveal carefully manicured nails and then plunged back in until they were completely buried inside. The muscles on the back of the woman's hand twitched and flexed as she circled them deep inside her hole, the noise of squelching digits drowning out the rasping breaths coming from her unseen mouth. The fingers slid out again, spread apart now, opening everything up for the camera. 30 seconds in, Jackie finally remembered that she ought to object and did her best to sound angry. "Kylie, what on earth do you think you're doing showing this?" She took a step forward as if she was about to take some action, but didn't. "I'm looking for an expert opinion. So?" Mish seemed to be enjoying Jackie's discomfort as much as she was the film and happily played critic. "Well, she's very wet, which is a good start. You don't often see 3 fingers being used, so it scores high on originality and the spread pussy is very sexy. The artistic expression score is going to be off the charts. Don't you think Jackie?" No response. "Does she fuck herself with anything else?" "No, that's pretty much all there is." As Kylie said it, the film finished. "Shame, I was enjoying it. Where did you download it from?" "Oh, it's not downloaded. It's me about 10 minutes ago in the toilets." "...Yeah, right -- of course it is." "Play it again...now, look at the jewellery." On the ring finger of the left hand was a simple band with a small blue stone. Mish looked up to see Kylie waving a very similar ring in front of her. "Now, look at the underwear." Kylie had already said thank you to the filthy fashion gods for her choice of dress that morning. It was grey, figure-hugging but business-like and un-zipped at the front from either top or bottom. In one seamless motion, she pulled the zip upwards, opening her legs as the jersey-knit material released them, only stopping when the bright orange knickers were fully revealed. Mish was open-mouthed, Jackie wide-eyed and about to say something - both were staring at the reporter's exposed lower body. Kylie held up a finger to try and forestall the tirade that was about to come from the prison officer. It worked. "Ok - I have a proposal for both of you. We've established that you like to watch women wanking Mish and from all the little remarks and glances, I'm guessing that Jackie's a fan as well. So, I'm offering to finish what I started in the toilets and you get to see the whole thing -- in 3D, with surround sound. In return, I get an interview from you -- a proper interview with full sensible answers and no swearing. Jackie, all you have to do is go along with it and use whichever key it is on that massive bunch hanging from your belt to lock the door. So, what do you think? Do we have a deal?" Mish and Jackie looked at each other for a good 20 seconds. There were questioning raised eye-brows from the younger woman, a slow shake of the head from the other. Kylie wondered whether she was about to be frog-marched in front of the governor, but the head-shake from Jackie turned out to be one of disbelief at what she was about to do. She crossed to the other side of the room, nervously fumbled with the bunch of keys, finally found the right one, locked the door and returned to stand by the side of Mish's chair. Mish stated her terms. "Deal - no 'lezzie' stuff though. I just want to watch." Kylie had taken the door locking as a signal to begin, settling back in the low easy chair, planting her legs on either side of the seat and rubbing at her clit through the delicate orange mesh. "Of course Mish - no 'lezzie' stuff, I promise." An awkward silence suddenly descended on the room as it dawned on Jackie and Mish that they were going to watch this together live, rather than alone on a little screen. They didn't know where to look. Kylie sensed the problem and knew that she would have to get the two women completely focussed on her, not each other and the strangeness of what they'd just agreed to. "Extra bonus content..." Kylie quipped, as she unzipped the dress completely and shrugged it off her shoulders. The bra was the same vibrant orange, decorated with a floral motif. She secured both nipples through the material between thumbs and fingers, pulling on them with little rhythmic tugs, rubbing them through the mesh. They were erect in seconds and she moved her fingers away briefly to let the audience see them jutting out. Yes, she had their attention now. Kylie squeezed her breasts, pinning each nipple under a finger, pressing them down against her body then releasing and letting them spring back up. She shrugged out of the straps and pulled the cups of the bra down to repeat the press and release several times, then brushed lightly at the tips with her fingers. As always, her nipples were incredibly sensitive, but the intensity of sensation took Kylie by surprise and she involuntarily jerked forward in the seat occasionally, low gasps coming from her mouth as she brushed. Nipples suitably aroused, Kylie Settled back in the chair, hands stroking down her stomach and into the waistband of her knickers. "On or off...?" "...Hmmm?" Mish's attention was still focussed on Kylie's massive nipples. "Do you want me to take my knickers off, or leave them on?" "Oh, I don't..." "Take them off - shoes as well please." Jackie tried to sound matter of fact, but couldn't disguise the lust in her voice. Kylie was surprised by Jackie's interjection. She hadn't paid much attention to her audience for a couple of minutes, but now she noticed that whilst Mish was still sitting passively, just watching, Jackie's hands had disappeared into the pockets of her trousers, the material moving slightly as she surreptitiously played with herself. Kylie drew her legs together, kicking shoes and sliding knickers off in as graceful a fashion as she could manage and then lifted her feet, placing them in either corner of the chair cushion. She let her knees part slowly, taking her time revealing what she knew was a pussy still wet from the fucking it had been given earlier. With legs spread as far as comfort would allow, Kylie coiled both hands underneath her thighs, and began to slide two fingers of each a little way in and out of her pussy. Mish and Jackie were treated to the sight of the 4 fingers sliding in and Kylie's wet hole opening up each time they were removed. Several minutes passed -- Kylie's fingers slipped in deeper and deeper as she got wetter, the room quiet apart from the moaning breaths that were coming out of her mouth. The audience were completely over their self-consciousness. Mish had slipped a hand inside her sweats and Jackie's hand movements were anything but surreptitious. Kylie slipped the fingers in deeper still and spoke between slightly ragged breaths. "How do you feel...about 'lezzie' stuff, Jackie?" "That's...It's a bit of an..." Jackie realised the ludicrousness of saying 'intimate question' given what Kylie was up to on the seat in front of her. She contented herself with "Why do you ask?" "Because I'd really like my nipples sucked...and I'm wondering if you'd oblige." The officer hesitated for a second, wondering whether to play hard to get, but the truth was that she'd have paid a week's wages to suck on them. "Sure, I can do that." Jackie hoped the tone of voice implied that she was doing Kylie a favour, rather than sounding like a desperate lesbian who hadn't played with anybody's nipples except her own for a couple of years. She was already moving towards Kylie, hands reluctantly removed from pockets. "You'd better do me from behind -- we wouldn't want to spoil Mish's view." Jackie unhooked the bra, pulled it off and leant over the back of the chair to capture a nipple between her lips, holding it in place and licking the tip lightly with her fast-moving tongue, mimicking Kylie's earlier brushing movements and feeling the young woman shudder and her breathing quicken. Kylie was surprised and delighted by Jackie's hunger and expertise. She watched as the older woman sucked the whole thing into her mouth and pulled her tit up by the nipple, holding it and then letting it slide out from between her teeth. After several repeats, Jackie changed tack, pinning the nipple under her top lip and letting it gradually escape until it sprang out wet and stiff, only to be engulfed again by her mouth. Kylie changed hand positions to give Mish a real-life repeat of the 'phone film, 3 fingers back inside, occasionally sliding out to cover her clit in sticky juices, which she then rubbed around and over the sensitive bump with fingers of her other hand, making herself flinch with pleasure whenever she pressed harder. She could see Mish's arm moving as the hand in her sweats stroked and rubbed. The young woman seemed to be enjoying herself, but she also appeared to be holding back for some reason. "Jackie - what about the other one?" The older woman had been 'lost in the moment' for a couple of minutes now, Kylie's nipple in her mouth, the palm of her own hand pressed against polyester trousers, lace underwear and clit. Now, she watched as the reporter removed her 3 soaked fingers again, but this time smeared her juices all over the un-sucked nipple, leaving it wet and shiny. Jackie moved swiftly over to the juicy peak, licking it clean in seconds, allowing herself a little moan as she tasted pussy. She could see Kylie's other hand now working in and out vigorously, hear how wet she was and seconds later the fingers were covering the nipple she'd just abandoned. Jackie swapped again and so it went on -- backwards and forwards she went as Kylie's fingers went back to work in her hole again and again. Finally, they emerged once more, but this time headed straight for the older woman, circling her mouth, coating it, Jackie licking her lips behind it. Then Kylie's other hand was there as well, fingers being fed into the woman's mouth to be sucked. She was breathless by the time Kylie removed them. The Cliterati Ch. 02 The look on Mish's face was wide-eyed with surprise and delight at what she'd just seen. "That was seriously hot. Can I have it now Jackie...Please?" Both women smiled and Jackie mock-curtsied. "...I suppose so." She walked over to Mish, reached into a small belt pouch and handed her a little clitoral vibrator. Now Kylie understood what all the tension and veiled remarks had been about earlier - confiscated contraband. "I don't suppose you've got another one of those?" Jackie had resumed her place by Mish's side and turned to see that Kylie had started wanking again. The reporter was taking it slowly, trying to settle herself a little -- the last few minutes had left her on the brink of coming. "Sorry, just the one...and trust me, you'll want to watch her use it...oh that's good." The reporter's pussy soaked fingers were in her own mouth now. Now Kylie had things to watch as well. Mish quickly kicked off her trainers and slipped the sweats down. She turned the toy on and pressed it hard against her clit through a little blue thong. The effect was immediate -- her legs began to tremble and whereas previously she'd been almost completely still, her body now writhed around as the buzzing toy did its work. Kylie had been wondering why Mish's films were popular and now she was beginning to get an idea. Jackie unbuckled her belt, and unfastened the uniform trousers. The belt was heavy with keys and other paraphernalia and the weight started to pull the loose-fitting trousers down over her slim hips. For a second she tried to stop them falling, suddenly self-conscious again, but Kylie mouthing the words 'go on' gave her renewed confidence. With a little shimmy to help them on their way, they slipped down her legs. She stepped out of her work boots and kicked the trousers away, leaving a short, white shirt that didn't cover the black lace shorts she slipped her hand into. Kylie knew that this could be finished quickly -- everything she touched was hyper-sensitive. 5 minutes, maybe less -- she'd come, they'd get the interview done and be back in time for lunch. She sensed though that there was much more fun to be had now that Jackie and Mish were really getting into the spirit of things -- "So, it's your show Mish...What would you like...to see next?" She didn't miss a beat. "I'd like to see Jackie...." The toy hit her clit at just the right angle and she paused for a few seconds. "...lick your pussy." "Well, I'd love that...but it's not...up to me. Jackie?" "Oh god yes, I want to eat you." The thought of it had Jackie rubbing her clit harder and faster. She pulled down her shorts at the front so that Kylie and Mish could see, as if to demonstrate how much the idea appealed. She stepped forward and knelt in front of Kylie. "No, not like that -- I want to see...everything." Mish was sweeping the buzzing toy slowly up and down now, pressing hard, pushing her knickers inside herself as she opened up. "You lie on the floor Jackie...and Kylie, sit on...on her face." Kylie smiled at the instructions -- Mish had come a long way in 20 minutes. She pushed the chair back a little so that it was wedged against a wall and shifted to the edge of the seat as Jackie moved into position underneath, her body facing away from Kylie, towards Mish. Holding on to the seat, feet either side of Jackie's head, she lowered herself down in a crouch. Mish watched as Jackie's hands grabbed Kylie's arse and pulled her down onto the out-stretched tongue waiting below. It flicked backwards and forwards in the reporter's dripping wet hole before she sank right down, smothering Jackie's face with pussy. For a while Mish couldn't see anything, only the changing expressions on Kylie's face and the moaning told her that she was being tongue-fucked. Then the reporter rose up slightly, juicy strands connecting her pussy and Jackie's face. The prison officer took the opportunity to breathe, but her tongue never stopped flicking in and out. Kylie wanted more of Jackie's long tongue in her pussy and satisfied that Mish had been given long enough to take in the view, sank back down on it. Everything was slippery now and she started to slide herself backwards and forwards slightly, fucking the face underneath her. She ran a hand down her body and exposed her clit to maximise the sensation as it brushed against Jackie's chin on each move forwards. Then the tongue darted inside her hole whenever she slipped backwards. Kylie lifted herself off Jackie's juicy face again to delay her fast-approaching orgasm and looked over at Mish. The little toy was driving her crazy - she was hardly making any noise, but the flushed cheeks, flared nostrils and teeth biting her lower lip said she was close to coming. Seeing Kylie looking, she peeled the thong off and lay back, legs up in the air and open. She swept the toy slowly along the length of her pussy parting her lips with it, revealing pink, wet flesh and then held the toy at an angle, pushing it incessantly against her clit. Kylie watched the young woman's hole pulsing open in time with each stroke. "That looks amazing Mish." Things were happening again below Kylie -- she was being pulled back down onto Jackie's mouth. Her breath came in short bursts for a few seconds until she gathered herself enough to speak. "You probably can't see...but she's licking...my arsehole now...Oh god, she's ...fucking it with...the tip of her tongue." Mish's toy hand was a blur of movement, as she looked and listened. Kylie felt Jackie shift position slightly. "She's got her tongue...back in my pussy now...really deep inside." She was rocking back and forth again, grabbing at her nipples, pulling them hard, holding them away from her body as Jackie moved again. "Now she's...sucking my clit" More short breaths mixed with increasingly loud moans. "And she's slipped a finger...into my arse." Mish was coming now. She was moaning very quietly, but her body betrayed the intensity of sensation she was feeling, bucking and twitching with the buzzing toy sliding from her clit into her hole and back, making sure the reporter had a good view as she rolled around on the seat. The sight of Mish's orgasm pushed Kylie to hers. She had to grasp the chair to keep from toppling over as her body shook. She let out a continuous stream of moans and 'fucks' as Jackie's lips remained locked over her clit, sucking in rhythm to the finger fucking her arse. Finally, Kylie could take no more and with all the strength left in her trembling legs, she pushed up and away from the probing lips and finger. The room was suddenly quiet as the women's orgasms subsided and the steady buzz of the toy was cut off by Mish. Jackie was both elated and disappointed. It had been ages since she'd eaten pussy and if the juicy mess all over her face were anything to go by, she hadn't lost her touch. But, she was so aroused and it looked as though the fun had finished without her. She freed her arms and began to shuffle out from underneath Kylie. "Where do you think you're going?" Kylie looked down at the face she'd just been fucking. "Take your knickers off...Please." Kylie pushed herself forward -- by the time she'd got into position, the underwear was gone, legs were open and the officer's fingers were back rubbing over her clit. She lifted the woman's hand away -- "I'll take care of everything." Kylie's arms snaked between Jackie's thighs and lifted her legs into the air, elbows nestling into the back of her knees, pushing them further apart. Mish had recovered and watched from the edge of her seat as Kylie's fingers started to explore. Jackie was pinned in place by the body above her -- she couldn't move. Nor could she see anything past Kylie's beautiful arse. She could feel though -- Kylie had spread her wide open - there were fingers everywhere. She could hear as well -- a little gasp from Mish and then -- "Oh, she's so wet Kylie." Jackie was completely exposed to the two women, she was moaning between breaths as much from the knowledge that they had her completely at their mercy and from thinking about what they might do next, as from the constantly shifting fingers teasing her pussy. Kylie was talking now - "Can I borrow the toy, or have you drained the batteries?" There was a high-pitched buzz as Mish flicked the switch to on -- "It's fine...can I do it Kylie?" "Of course you can." Jackie heard Mish slide off the chair and then Kylie was talking again - "Just circle it round here." She felt Kylie's finger delicately outline the path she wanted Mish to take with the toy. Then the sensations suddenly multiplied astronomically as the toy began its journey round and round the entrance to her hole. She was suddenly panting and swearing with pleasure as her body strained against the woman holding her down. The two women were engrossed with their 'work' and the effect it was having. The prison officer was getting wetter and wetter, the little toy whisking her juices until they were bubbling. Mish used it to guide a sticky little rivulet down to Jackie's arsehole so that she could rub it around with her thumb -- the moans were interspersed with occasional high-pitched 'oohs' when she did that. Kylie dipped a finger into the juice pool and used it to rub lightly and quickly over Jackie's clit - the older woman grabbed the journalists' arse cheeks, nails digging into flesh. Kylie barely noticed. "Stop a second - I want to lick her. Can you hold her legs?" There was a groan of expectation from Jackie at the thought of Kylie's tongue. Mish did as she was asked, allowing Kylie to bend almost double and lap at the frothy juices like a cat, flicking them into her mouth, brushing the sensitive skin between Jackie's two holes with her tongue. The moans were constant now, begging the women to make her come. Kylie looked up to Mish -- "Are you sure you don't want some? She's delicious." "No thanks...not today anyway." "Then I think it's time we put Jackie out of her 'misery' don't you?" Mish leaned over Kylie and spoke to the flushed face underneath her -- "What do you want us to do to make you come?" Jackie took a few seconds to get her breath to talk and what came out of her mouth was to the point -- "Toy hard on my clit...Both finger me." The two women repositioned themselves to meet the request. Mish handed over the toy and Kylie put it straight to work, keeping it pressed in place and rocking it backwards and forwards. Mish slipped two fingers into Jackie -- they went all the way in easily with a satisfying squelch -- and started a steady rhythm in and out. Kylie added 2 of her own to the sticky mix above Mish's fingers and matched the deliberate pace. Jackie sat up, propped on her elbows, kissing Kylie's back. She could feel an absolutely mind-blowing orgasm building, but so slowly. They were driving her insane with the steady rhythm of their fingers. She tried to hurry them along, thrusting with her hips at a faster pace, but they ignored her and she gave up as the sensations continued to build, her breath coming in short, sharp bursts through the moans. Then Kylie and Mish started to rotate their fingers in Jackie's steaming pussy and finally her orgasm broke in shuddering waves and a long series of shrieks, hips thrusting again against the four fingers filling her hole for a minute or more, before she collapsed back in a trembling, sweaty heap on the floor. Kylie switched off the toy, dismounted Jackie and sat cross-legged on the carpet smiling at the aftermath of their debauchery. Mish stared for a few seconds at the wet fingers she'd removed from Jackie and then slipped them into her mouth, drawing them out slowly. There was a delighted, shy smile on her face and she slipped the fingers back inside for more. That drew a moan from Jackie and then she went back to recovering her equilibrium. It really was amazing what people would do if you asked nicely. Kylie was up and about, licking fingers, stepping back into her knickers. "Right then -- where's my 'phone? I'll give Tom a ring." There was a groan from the floor. Kylie smiled. "Ok - ten minutes, then I'll call." The Cliterati Ch. 03: Party It's an unremarkable black door at the top of 3 stone steps. The paintwork gleams, the brass fittings are highly polished and thousands of Londoners pass by without a glance in its direction every working day. If you ever walk the network of side-streets between St. Pancras Station and The British Museum, perhaps you're one of them. Or maybe you're one of the few that notices the nameplate on the wall, in the same highly polished brass, with the acronym 'N-S L E C' engraved on it and wonders about the hyphen. The door never opens during the day and the street, which contains few houses, is usually deserted at night. So, the irregular procession of limousines which pull up outside on certain evenings do so largely unnoticed - which suits the well-dressed, masked women inside perfectly. As they emerge from behind tinted windows, the black door opens, throwing a red-orange glow out onto the street. There's the click of heels on stone steps, the women enter and then the door closes behind them, until the next plush vehicle glides down the street. On a warm May evening, one of these limousines contained Kate, Sian and Sophie, 3 of the nation's favourite newsreaders, plus Kylie, Megan and Julia. The vehicle was awash with a mixture of excitement and nervousness - virtually all of the latter emanating from Julia. She smiled and laughed at the in-car chatter, but her heart was pounding and her throat was dry. 'How on earth have I ended up in a limo on its way to a high class lesbian sex club, with my friend Megan, 3 television goddesses and a rising-star reporter?' was the question that kept running through her head. Had she asked the question out loud, the other women could have told her and Julia would have been amazed at the sequence of events that ended with her sitting in the car. -- ** 6 weeks earlier ** It was Kate that first suggested Julia's name as a possible recruit. She and her fellow newsreaders were in Sophie's London flat, helping Megan celebrate her birthday. Over the previous 2 hours all three of them had fingered, licked and then fucked the young make-up artist with a strap-on dildo (the 'associate member of the group' as Sian had nicknamed it). After Megan's 6th orgasm she'd collapsed in a sweaty heap at the end of the bed and was now dozing. The 3 newsreaders were lounging around naked - stroking, kissing and chatting. "Really?" Sophie had a look of disbelief on her face. Kate was equally incredulous. "You don't fancy her? The English Rose complexion, long legs, curly blonde hair and blue eyes don't do it for you? She's adorable." "Oh don't get me wrong, she's gorgeous. I just don't think she'd go for it - she's so shy and nervous. I think she'd run a mile if we approached her." "Well, I think she has... hidden depths." "... Of girl-girl depravity?" "Yes - don't forget I've seen more of her than you have recently." They all knew Julia reasonably well and liked her enormously - as an intern she'd been incredibly helpful, always seeming to anticipate their needs and never cracking under pressure. She'd also played an unwitting role in Kylie's recruitment several months earlier. As a chaperone for the day, it was Julia who'd knocked on the green room door and led the reporter into her interview with the newsreaders. So, they'd been delighted when her competence and hard work had recently been rewarded with a full-time job as a researcher and Julia's first assignment was assisting Kate with a special report. The two had spent a lot of time together poring over archive documents and old photographs in recent weeks. Sophie deferred to her friend's greater knowledge. "Ok, if you think it's a realistic possibility, I'm in. How do you suggest we go about it? Sian, what do you think - any objections?" Sian had a wicked grin on her face. "Far from it - she's lovely. And as to how - why don't we invite her to the party?" For a moment, Sophie's face carried the same look of disbelief, but as her brain processed the suggestion she realised that it made perfect sense. If you're trying to recruit a young woman into a life of pussy eating debauchery, then a private party in a high-class lesbian sex club is really the natural place to do it. She could tell from the smile on Kate's face that the idea appealed to her as well. Sophie nodded her tentative approval. "Ok, but that's very direct - if we're wrong about her it might end in tears... or if we're very wrong, the tabloids!" Sian thought for a moment and then fleshed out her plan. "Megan can invite her - they're friends, so it'll sound more natural coming from her. She can tell Julia exactly what the club is like - that it's very elegant, sophisticated and exclusive, but with live lesbian sex shows. That gives our shy young friend a chance to say 'that's a bit weird - thanks, but no thanks'. Megan can't tell her what happens after the stage performance is over though. So, if Julia accepts, we won't know how she's going to react when we get to that part of the evening. It's a risk - we'll be exposed, probably quite literally, but I like the idea of not knowing and living a little dangerously, don't you?" Kate nodded her assent, but Sophie wasn't convinced. "I don't know - if we're going to make the first move I'd like to know a little more about her." "Hold on, I haven't finished yet!" Sian stroked her friend's thigh reassuringly. "We need to test her beforehand - present her with a situation that's worth gossiping about and see what she does. Kate, she's always in and out of your office at the moment - do you think you could oblige with something slightly scandalous?" "Oh, absolutely - leave it to me." "Great - then we'll just need to put temptation in her path." Sian gently kicked Megan's bottom. "No more - not yet... tired." the young make-up artist mumbled. Sian kicked again. "Wake-up Megan. Are you still friends with that tabloid journalist?" Like a cat rudely interrupted from sleep, Megan half-opened an eye. "Melissa? Kind of, but I've spent the last 9 months avoiding her. All she ever does is ask me whether I've got any celebrity dirt to dish." "Perfect - you need to stop ignoring her and arrange to go out for drinks. Julia will be going as well." Megan was wide awake now. "Ok... wait, what? Have I missed something?" Sian gently worked her big toe between the cheeks of Megan's bottom. "Don't worry - we'll explain everything after your next birthday present. Are you happy with the plan now Sophie?" The blonde newsreader smiled and nodded as she began to run a big toe up and down the birthday girl's spine. "Yes, let's do it." Kate set one of her big toes to stroking the sensitive skin behind Megan's knee. "6 weeks and counting!" -- ** 4 weeks earlier ** Julia reached the door and curled her free hand into a fist before reminding herself what Kate had said about not needing to knock. She appreciated the friendly informality, but still wasn't used to it. The door knob turned in her hand and with a push the researcher stepped inside. All the offices on the 6th floor had an inner lobby, which hid Kate from immediate view. Three quick paces later Julia stepped out into the main body of the room and stopped dead in her tracks. "Oh!" was all she could manage by way of speech. Kate was sprawled in an office chair, her legs hooked over its arms, eyes glued to a laptop, headphones in her ears. The newsreader's trademark black trousers were open at the waist and pushed down slightly. Her right hand was plunged into a pair of sheer white knickers. Both breasts were popped out of the silk camisole top she was wearing and her free hand was busy with the left nipple. She looked up at the sound of Julia's voice and managed one more word than the researcher. "Oh... shit!" Julia only looked for a second before casting her eyes down at the carpet, but the image was instantly seared into her brain, available on instant recall whenever her mind drifted in that direction over the next few weeks. She'd picked up every detail - the fingers buried up to the 2nd knuckle in Kate's pussy, the small, dark pink nipples pinched to erectness, the open-mouthed expression of lust at whatever was on the laptop screen. Words were flying out of Julia's mouth. "I'm so sorry - I should have knocked... I should have knocked! Stupid, stupid, stupid - just didn't think. Really, really sorry... always wandering in where I'm not expected. Too quiet - should make more noise... louder shoes - must get louder shoes." It took Kate several attempts to break into the stream of consciousness apology but finally, she got the distraught young woman's attention. "Julia... Julia! It's ok. I thought I'd locked the door - my fault entirely - you weren't to know. It's me that should be apologising. Julia, look at me... please?" The researcher looked up and met Kate's gaze, face still a little flushed with embarrassment at what she'd walked in on. The scene in front of her had now returned to a semblance of normality. The laptop screen was closed, the headphones sitting on the desk to one side. The newsreader's trousers were fastened and her breasts were back inside the camisole top, although the nipples still jutted against the silk. Kate smiled reassuringly. "I'm really sorry that you had to walk in on that. It's been a frustrating day - I was in need of some stress relief. It was either alcohol or masturbation and I'm on air later, so... " Julia nodded and managed the glimmer of a smile. The blush had largely left her cheeks and she managed a coherent sentence for the first time in a while. "I know the feeling - I'm sorry if I've added to your frustration." "Not at all - stress relief delayed, but not cancelled." Kate let the notion that she'd be wanking herself senseless again once Julia had left the room hang in the air for a second and then added "Are those for me?" Julia looked confused for a second and then glanced down at the folder in her hand. "... Oh, yes, of course, I'd completely forgotten - more photos from the archive." Kate leant forward and reached out with the hand that had been exploring her pussy just a minute earlier. As Julia handed the folder over, she couldn't help but notice that the fingers were still glistening. Just for a moment, the image of Kate wanking replayed in her head and she realised that underneath the embarrassment, she was faintly aroused by the episode. Julia was already backing towards the door. "Right, I'll let you get back to... work. Give me a call if you need anything." The researcher turned towards the door. "Thanks... Oh, Julia - I'd appreciate it if we could keep this between us." "Oh, of course - absolutely." "You're a star - thank you." - ** 2 weeks earlier ** Megan shared the remains of the Pinot Grigio between the two of them. A third glass sat on the table, empty, with bright red lipstick around the rim. The pub was starting to empty out now, as the post-work drinks crowd headed for home one by one. Julia turned the stem of the wine glass between her fingers, pondering how best to raise the issue that was troubling her. "Megan, is Melissa a good friend?" "Not particularly - we were close at University, but we've drifted since. Why do you ask?" "I... I didn't like her very much. Sorry, that's a terrible thing to say - but she's just so cynical and obsessed with fame. Every time you disappeared to the bar or the loo she asked whether I had any celebrity stories to tell or sell - she wouldn't take no for an answer." "Don't apologise Julia - there's a reason we've drifted and that's it. That's why I was so glad you could come -it made the whole evening more bearable. I'm sorry she gave you the 3rd degree. What did you tell her?" "Absolutely nothing - I hate gossip culture and the idea that if you're famous your private life isn't." "Yeah, me too - you must have seen some sites though - interns and researchers are always in and out of offices and if half the stories I hear are true, then the law of averages says that you'll have seen something on your travels." "No, nothing - honestly, I have no stories. I'm really that boring." "You're far from boring Julia. Listen, how do you fancy going to a party at the end of the month?" - A sultry, disembodied female voice cut through the back seat chatter in the limousine. "We'll be arriving shortly ladies - please put your masks on." Julia had been dreading their arrival, but she found that the snug-fitting black eye mask gave her an immediate sense of anonymity and her nervousness eased slightly. She glanced around at the other women as they adjusted and secured their own masks in place - they looked like attendees at a Zorro convention! The limousine drew to a gentle halt - they'd arrived. There was an expectant hush, footsteps approaching and then the car door opened. Julia emerged first, her vintage, emerald green, back-less cocktail dress making a pleasant swishing noise against the hold-ups she wore beneath it. The dress was just one of a hundred things she'd worried about in the days leading up to the party, but as soon as she'd got into the car everybody had complemented her on it and she'd relaxed - about that at least. Kylie and Megan had each chosen Little Black Dresses for the evening - the only obvious difference that Julia could see between them was that Megan had a lot more thigh on show. She'd noticed the look on Sophie's face as the make-up artist crossed and un-crossed her legs during the journey, but couldn't quite decipher its meaning. Sophie's electric blue dress was calf length, split to the thigh and had a skimpy halter-neck bodice. At the front, it plunged almost to the waist and the thin V of material left the sides of her breasts completely exposed. As they gathered on the pavement Julia noticed that the back of the skirt also formed a V below the small of Sophie's back revealing more than a hint of her bottom. At first glance, Sian's outfit seemed quite reserved - a red lace knee-length dress, figure hugging, but not skin tight. It wasn't until the dense and intricate pattern in the lace shifted as she turned to talk to Kate or Sophie on either side of her, that Julia noticed the dress had no lining and was intermittently see-through. Sian appeared to be completely naked under the thin material. The young researcher was intrigued by Sian and Sophie's risqué outfits, but Kate's black jump-suit was actively adding to her nervousness. The trouser section was almost skin-tight to the knee, highlighting her athletic legs and bottom, before flaring out. In contrast, the sleeveless body was backless, loose-fitting and completely transparent. Seated directly opposite each other during the journey, Julia was constantly aware of Kate's breasts - little nipples pressing against the flimsy material whenever the car hit a bump in the road. Images of the previous month's office incident kept popping into the researchers' brain, making her head swim. The gleaming 'N-S L E C' plate caught Julia's attention as they gathered on the pavement. The same acronym had been printed on one side of the formal invitation she'd been sent. There were many questions she'd chosen not to ask since Megan had told her about the party, because the answers to any of them would only have increased her anxiety. Now seemed like a good time to tick off one of the less nerve-wracking queries. "So, what does N-S L E C' stand for?" Sophie was the first to respond. "Non-Stop Lesbian Erotic Cabaret... Soft Cell should sue, not to mention Paul Raymond." "Ah - well I guessed the 'L' right at least... Soft what - Paul who?" "Exactly!" said Megan, who had obviously heard the comment before. Kylie looked equally nonplussed. The newsreaders exchanged exasperated glances. In other circumstances, it might have been a chastening reminder of the 20 or so years age difference between themselves and the 3 younger women. However, the fact that, within a couple of hours, they'd definitely be fucking 2 and hopefully all 3 of them meant that they walked into the orange glow of the club amused, not depressed. They were greeted at the door, led across a grand entrance hall and down a dimly lit corridor. Julia took in the deep red patterned wall-paper, heavy velvet curtains and ornate, gilt framed portraits - 'very Victorian brothel' she thought. They passed 2 doors before the corridor turned left and the woman leading them swiped a card to open the next. 'Enjoy!' was all she said, extending her arm to guide the group into the room. Julia entered last and the door swung noiselessly shut behind her. The Victoriana theme continued inside, but with high-tech additions. Chaises-longue and antique sofas were dotted around the large room and there were screens everywhere - built into the walls and hanging from the ceiling. Dominating the centre was what looked like an enormous upholstered coffee table to Julia and one 'wall' of the room was a glazed balcony overlooking a circular stage below. Looking out, she could see other 'boxes' wrapping around the stage, each with a group of masked women drinking and chatting. Sian interrupted her reverie "Julia, I'd like you to meet Beth - she has the dubious pleasure of tending to our every need this evening." The researcher smiled a nervous greeting at the beautiful woman with long pony-tailed blonde hair. "Don't be silly Sian - I'm looking forward to it immensely, as always. Julia, it's a pleasure - what a beautiful dress. If you need anything at all this evening, just ask. Champagne?" Julia gratefully took the offered glass and quickly drained it. Added to some champagne in the limousine and the nerve-calming vodka she'd drunk whilst getting dressed for the party, it triggered a pleasing buzz. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and exhaled slowly - for the first time that evening, Julia felt relaxed. "First time at the club?" Julia's eyes opened at the sound of Beth's voice. Sian had wandered off, and the tall, elegant hostess was smiling, her sparkling blue eyes focussed on the empty glass. "Yes - what gave me away?" She tipped the empty champagne glass upside-down and beamed a more confident smile at Beth. "Don't worry, once the evening gets underway new guests usually relax pretty quickly." Beth was happy to see that the 'deer in the headlights' look that Julia had been unable to hide when they were first introduced, was fading. The two women chatted amiably for a while. The hostess was happy to talk about her work at the club and Julia got answers to some of the questions that she hadn't felt comfortable asking her fellow partygoers. Beth was recounting the history of the building when the screen directly behind her head came to life and film of a dark-haired woman eating another's pussy started to play. Julia tried to concentrate on Beth's history lesson, but she was distracted by the women cavorting in the background. It was unlike any porn that she'd seen before, much more intense and enthusiastic. The dark-haired woman was sat on the floor between the others legs. Her whole face was buried in the woman's pussy and she was fucking herself with a couple of fingers, legs splayed open. Julia reminded herself that she was straight. She knew this because she'd had sex with men and never had, or seriously considered having, sex with a woman. Over the last few weeks 'I'm straight' had become a litany that she'd repeated whenever thoughts of Kate's nipples or juicy fingers had popped into her head. She'd even said it out loud 5 or 6 times to the image in the mirror, whilst doing her make-up earlier that evening. Porn was a different matter though. She'd never watched any until a boyfriend suggested it as foreplay one evening. The boy-girl scenes had bored her - she struggled to stay awake, let alone become aroused. All that changed when the solitary girl-girl scene on the DVD started playing. As it drew to a close 15 minutes later she was in a frenzy, wanking her boyfriend's cock with one hand and herself with the other. Now, the most amazing girl-girl porn she'd ever seen was playing behind the woman who was telling her what the building had been used for in World War II. Julia was feeling nervous again - anxious at how aroused she was becoming. The Cliterati Ch. 03: Party Beth noticed the distracted expression on Julia's face and the slight movement of her eyes from side-to-side. She turned to face the screen herself - "Ah, its Marie that's got your attention. She's a club favourite... not hard to see why. This was last week's party. You're in luck, she's performing tonight as well." "This was shot at a party here?" Julia had a look on her face that was a mixture of excitement and fear. "Uh-huh. They edit the best live camera feeds and use the footage as... background music. I remember this one very well - it's my pussy that's being devoured." Julia looked at the screen again. She'd been so intent on the face doing all the work and the beautiful wet hole which opened up with each stroke of Marie's tongue, that she hadn't noticed the other face in the shot. It was slightly out of focus, contorted in ecstasy and thrashing from side to side, but it was definitely Beth. Julia knew she was blushing, but managed to meet Beth's smiling gaze rather than staring at the floor. "Sorry, I... I didn't recognise... you look... " Beth was laughing gently - "I barely recognise myself - Marie was driving me insane... oh, show-time! I need to make sure everybody has drinks and anything else they might need - please excuse me. I'll see you later." A microphone descended from the ceiling and a woman crossed the stage to meet it. In a quiet, understated voice she announced - "Ladies, for your entertainment this evening - a brief encounter." As the MC made her exit the stage lights dimmed. There were whoops and cheers from the audience, as each group headed for their respective balconies. Julia managed a smile as Megan shouted "Here we go!" over the din as the lights came up, but her heart was pounding again as she took up a place overlooking the darkened stage. She glanced at her watch and was amazed to find that it was gone 9 - they'd already been in the club for an hour. The set was simple - just a couple of bench seats and a doorway with windows either side, but Julia could tell immediately that it represented an old fashioned train compartment. Two women, a blonde and Marie, sat facing each other and leaning in the doorway was a female conductor checking their tickets. The blonde was wearing a summer dress and bright red lipstick, long loose curls of hair flowing over her shoulders. Marie wore a tight fitting tweed suit topped off with a little hat, complete with feather and her hair was pinned in a tight bun. Julia recognised them as looks straight out of 1940's films. The blonde was Veronica Lake and Marie was Celia Johnson. The buxom conductor checked their tickets and exchanged pleasantries with the 2 passengers before moving off-stage. There was a brief pause as Marie un-pinned and removed her hat, placing it carefully on the seat to one side. Then, in the blink of an eye, she was out of her seat and kneeling in front of Veronica, gloved hands on the blonde's knees pushing her legs apart. Veronica glanced nervously towards the doorway. "No, not here, not now - what if she comes back?" "I don't care. I want you - here and now!" Marie had succeeded in parting the protesting woman's legs far enough that she could shuffle forward between them and let her hands wander along Veronica's thighs, pushing the dress up as they went, exposing stocking tops, suspender belt and knickers to the audience's gaze. The rotating stage threatened to spoil Julia's view just as Marie's hands met bare thigh, but then she noticed that all the screens directly in front of her were showing the act from every imaginable angle. She focussed on a close-up shot of Marie's hands as they reached Veronica's underwear and her thumbs began to press and squeeze over the blonde's clit. Veronica's half-hearted protests subsided completely as the thumbs went to work. The nervous researcher felt her own clit responding to what she was watching almost immediately, as Marie's expert fingers slipped inside the legs of Veronica's knickers to do their rubbing. Julia was leaning against one of the posts that supported the glazed balcony and found if she leant back a little and pushed her bum forward she could grind her clit against it, sending little shock-waves of pleasure through her body. She did this several times, increasing the pressure with each subtle push and then stopped, feeling self-conscious. A surreptitious glance down the balcony revealed that her friends eyes were all still fixed on the stage or a screen. Reassured, she began again. "Unbutton your dress - I want to see your tits." Marie's voice dragged Julia's eyes back to the stage. Veronica was doing what she was told as the brunette slipped her knickers off and then tugged at the straps of the loose-fitting silk camisole to expose her breasts. The blonde's sense of propriety had now vanished - she lay back in the seat and spread her legs wide apart once the silk underwear was tossed aside. The brunette took things slowly now - spreading Veronica's pussy with her white-gloved hands, considering what to do with the wet hole she'd opened up, as her fingers continued to massage the blonde's swollen clit. Julia watched on the close-up screen - inches away from Veronica's pussy Marie's mouth opened and a long dribble of saliva ran out of one side. Julia had never seen anything quite like it before - she was literally drooling at the prospect of eating the blonde's pussy. The tempo of her bump and grind routine against the post increased in response. Marie's pussy licking was all the more exciting experienced live. It was the sounds that really made the difference - Veronica's moans were loud and urgent and the slurping noises created by the brunette's tongue disappearing in and out of the blonde's soaked hole almost matched them for volume. Julia's eyes flitted backwards and forwards from stage to screen depending on which gave the best view. "Intoxicating isn't it?" Julia knew that it was Kate close behind before the words were whispered in her ear - she could feel the newsreader's erect little nipples against her bare back. She nodded in agreement, but before she could think of anything to say Kate had moved back down to the other end of the balcony. Julia's skin tingled where the nipples had touched and she felt her own stiffen and start to rub against the dress in time with her post rubbing. 'I'm straight, I'm straight, I'm... not quite as straight as I thought.' she murmured. Julia suddenly remembered that there were other boxes, full of women, watching the show. She was curious to see what they were making of the spectacle and also a little concerned that her clit rubbing would be more obvious from another box. She slowly scanned the balconies wrapped around the stage. There were a few kissing couples, one woman had slipped a hand inside her dress and was subtly brushing a nipple up and down, but most people were just watching with rapt attention. Then she saw the woman staring straight at her - long black hair tied back in a tight pony-tail, sharp features, long neck, stunning body in a skin-tight white dress and doing the patented Julia clit grind against the post in front of her. She beamed a brilliant white smile when their eyes met, which prompted Julia to blush and look at the floor. Even with a mask on the woman looked really familiar. "Do you know Kirsty?" Megan asked. Julia turned to face her friend, who sounded a little breathless. The little black dress had somehow ridden up so that it was now barely covering her bottom. "Is that who it is - from the sports news channel? I thought I recognised her." Megan smiled. "Anybody that looks familiar here - it's more than likely who you think it is. There's a few of the sports news girls over there. Vicky's in the black dress and Natalie's wearing the purple cat suit... I don't know the people they're with though." "Oh, I see - but no, I don't know Kirsty, or the other two." "Well, I think she wants to make friends with you!" And with a wink Megan turned back to the performance on stage. Julia took a deep breath and looked back over to Kirsty's box. The vision in white was still staring in her direction, lower body swaying backwards and forwards slightly and the broad smile re-appeared when their eyes met. Julia smiled back a shy, crooked grin and started moving again. Her clit was really sensitive now and as it made contact the dart of pleasure turned the crooked smile into a gasp. She fought the instinct to look away and took in details of her grinding partner. Kirsty's dress was short in the first place and contact with the post had caused it to slip up her thighs, revealing a hint of white thong. The dress material seemed to be vacuum-packed around Kirsty's body, especially her big, rounded breasts. Even from 20 feet away Julia could see her erect nipples shaping the material. For a moment, she pictured herself sucking on them and then a voice reminded her of the show on stage. "I hope you don't mind if I watch, my dears." The action had moved on - Julia had been aware of urgent panting followed by quiet pauses on-stage for a couple of minutes now. Pant. Pause. Pant. Pause. Pant. Pause. Marie was sucking hard on Veronica's clit, until she was on the brink of coming, then she'd stop, release her grip, wait a few seconds and start blowing gently over the pink, wet flesh. The blonde was biting down on a finger whenever the warm teasing breath caught her clit. The voice belonged to the conductor, who was now stood in the doorway with one hand buried in her jacket and the other up her skirt. Marie lifted her juice-rimmed mouth away from Veronica's pussy and answered in a clipped upper-class voice. "Not at all, but wouldn't you rather suck on her nipples while I finger your cunt?" There was no argument from the conductor and within moments she was kneeling on the seat next to Veronica, skirt up, knickers down and nibbling hungrily at the blonde's nipples with a couple of Marie's fingers working in and out of her pussy. Julia's brain was fuddled by lust and alcohol - the on-stage action was becoming a blur. Her nipples and clit were so sensitive - she was only a couple of vigorous thrusts away from having a very public orgasm, just like Veronica writhing around on the seat below. Was everybody else feeling like this? She continued the gentle grinding, not daring to look at anyone except Kirsty and the threesome being played out below. Things had changed again - the conductor had lost her skirt and was sat on Veronica's face as Marie slowly stripped. Julia looked across to her partner in crime, who mouthed the word 'nice'. What was that about? She looked down and noticed that the gyrating had worked the dress up her thighs, exposing stocking tops and bare flesh above. She didn't make any effort to cover herself. It felt like seconds had passed, but by the time Julia glanced at the stage again, Marie was stood spread-eagled in the doorway having her pussy eaten by Veronica and her arsehole licked by the conductor. How could that be? She looked at her watch again - it was nearly 10. The performance had been going on for almost an hour! Marie was shouting at Veronica and the conductor to 'bite my clit' and 'stick a finger up my arse'. She was about to come, her face locked in a pre-orgasmic grimace. Even in her distracted state, Julia noticed that there were fewer people now on the sports news balcony. A quick scan of a couple more boxes revealed a similar thinning of the audience. 'What's going on - surely the evening's just beginning?' her brain screamed. Kirsty was still there, but she was no longer taking any notice of what was going on in the room. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed and Julia could see hands massaging her shoulders and a mop of blonde hair moving around behind the white dress. It looked as though somebody was kissing Kirsty's back and neck. The disembodied hands moved slowly down, pressing Kirsty's arms to her side and bringing the straps along with them, peeling the dress off. Julia followed the white material, moaning to herself as more and more was revealed - breasts, hips, thong, thighs - and then followed the hands back up as they cupped Kirsty's big tits and tweaked her stiff nipples between their fingers. The sports reporter opened her eyes, fixed them on Julia and smiled, before allowing herself to be dragged off into the semi-darkness at the back of the box. The 'train compartment' stood empty - Julia had heard but not seen Marie's orgasm - and the balconies in front of her had all cleared as well. Two thoughts struck her almost simultaneously - 'the audience is the show now' and 'what are my friends doing?' A glance up at one of the screens confirmed her first thought, as several women she recognised from the balcony to her right kissed and groped each other at the back of their box. Looking to the right, Julia confirmed her worst fear. She was alone at their balcony. She turned around slowly. For a second, Julia registered the scene in front of her as nothing out of the ordinary - Sophie and Megan sitting on a chaise longue chatting. A strange mixture of relief and disappointment flooded her brain. Then she noticed that Megan was sat on Sophie's lap, that her little black dress was rolled up to the waist, that Sophie's left arm was curled over Megan's thigh and that the newsreaders wrist was moving rhythmically between the make-up artists legs. Then she saw what they were watching. Julia could only identify Kylie by her shoes, because the reporter was bent double over the back of a sofa she was kneeling on, her head out of sight. The little black dress was gone. She still had her knickers on, but they were half-way down her thighs, presumably pushed there by the hands that now gripped and stroked Kylie's arse cheeks - Kate's hands. She was standing behind the sofa opening both the reporter's holes up for Sian to explore, who was alternating her protruding tongue between the two of them, sliding it deep into Kylie's pussy and then just slipping the tip into her arse. As she leant forward, the red lace dress was stretched taut across her bottom and Julia could make out its contours and the newsreader's hand busily working away at her own clit. "Remember to breathe." Julia jumped at Beth's voice - she'd forgotten all about her. The hostess was right - she hadn't taken a breath since turning round. She exhaled slowly and then started to breathe more normally. Beth was very close, almost whispering in her ear. "That's better. Your friends asked me to keep you company for a while - it must be a lot to take in." "Uh-huh." Julia nodded, but didn't look at Beth - her eyes were still fixed on the sofa in the corner. Deep-down, she'd always known the invitation was to more than just a party, that she was being asked to join... something. Something private. Something secret. She just didn't know what it was - until now. It looked exciting. "They really hope you'll want to stay and join them, but if it's not for you, there'll be no hard feelings. If you want to leave, there's a limo waiting at the front door. All they ask is that you're discreet about what you've seen... So, do you want to leave?" "... No... but I'm not really sure what to do." "They'll be thrilled - so am I." Beth brushed her lips against Julia's ear. "Take your time, there's no rush. Would you like me to help you... pass the time? Give you some ideas?" "Yes... yes, I'd like that a lot." In truth, Beth's left hand hadn't waited for Julia's permission - it was already working its way slowly up the slit at the back of her dress, fingers brushing softly against stockings. There was a sharp intake of breath from the researcher as Beth's delicate stroking reached bare flesh and continued upwards, her arm pushing the dress up at the back as it went. Julia leant against the post, shuffling her heels on the wooden floor to open her legs slightly and make sure that nothing would impede the hand's progress. Beth took the hint, cocked her wrist and let the probing fingers rake firmly over Julia's underwear. The little gasp came from Beth this time. "You're soaked! That post really showed you a good time didn't it." "You were watching?" There wasn't a hint of nervousness or embarrassment in Julia's voice anymore. "Uh-huh - sat on the sofa over there, wondering whether I'd get the opportunity to do this... " she pushed firmly upwards. Even over the noise from elsewhere, Julia heard the squelch as knickers and fingers sank into her open hole. She turned her head, searching for and finding Beth's mouth to kiss, breaths coming in little gasps as the flimsy material was mashed around inside her. Beth eventually broke the long kiss. "Look at those two - Megan must have done a lot of gymnastics in her youth! Her parents would be so glad to know that their money wasn't wasted." Somehow the make-up artist had turned herself upside-down. Her legs were splayed open, braced on the chaise longue's back and her head was down between Sophie's thighs. The newsreader was busy feasting on the inverted pussy conveniently positioned right in front of her face, sliding her tongue up and down its length. As Julia watched, she felt one of Beth's long fingers manoeuvring, hooking her knickers out of the way so that the other 2 could slip easily inside her. Moaning quietly at the slow rotating thrusts, she switched her gaze back to the sofa in the corner. Kate was still in the same spot, but Kylie had come up for air and was now greedily sucking on the newsreader's nipples through the top's gauzy material. Every few seconds the reporter turned her head and gave Sian a look of desperate, pleading lust, in time with the 'Associate Member' being slipped in and out of her pussy (the pink strap-on cock had travelled to the party in a large, specially designed clutch bag). The redhead was just teasing with the thick head of the dildo, letting it spread her open, holding it tantalizingly in place for a few seconds and then drawing it back out, leaving Julia with the intoxicating sight of Kylie's open hole where the cock had been. "Lift your dress" the hostess whispered. The researcher did as she was told, gathering it at the waist, completing the post's earlier efforts at exposing her and displaying her pale thighs and lacy knickers for the room. She couldn't see Beth's fingers sliding in and out, but occasionally they'd appear beneath her and rub juices over her swollen clit. Julia wished that would happen more often, but they seemed intent on just reminding her how sensitive it was from time to time. Beth was kissing her neck and reading her mind. "I know what you want... you'll have to be patient... just enjoy what I'm doing... I'm going to slip them in deeper now... oh, it's so hot and wet... that's it, work yourself up and down on them... god, you've got half my hand in your hole... " Julia closed her eyes and concentrated on the filthy commentary. The steady rhythm of Beth's fingers was building her slowly back towards an orgasm. Then there was another voice directly in front of her - "Hi." She opened her eyes - Kate! The newsreader was still dressed, but the top of her trouser-suit was now hanging around her waist - her nipples were still erect and wet from Kylie's tongue. "I'm so glad you decided to stay! Is Beth looking after you ok? It sounds like she's got you really wet." Julia nodded in mute agreement. "May I?" Julia looked bemused, but Beth understood. A second later, the fingers that had been in her hole were in Kate's mouth being licked greedily. Satisfied that every trace of pussy had been tasted the newsreader guided the fingers back to where they'd come from. "Can anyone play?" Kate looked hopefully for an affirmative answer in Julia's eyes. The researcher simply leant forward and kissed the pouting lips in front of her, circling them, tasting herself, before darting her tongue between them. The kiss was long and passionate, tongues swirling everywhere - eventually Julia had to break it off, as Beth's fingers left her gasping for breath. The Cliterati Ch. 03: Party There was a dream-like quality to Julia's perception of events now. Kate's hands seemed to be moving in slow motion as they pulled her dress straps down - "It seems only fair - you've been staring at my tits all evening." Fingers worked her pert breasts like dough, squeezing the big, puffy nipples into peaks for Kate to suck on. Julia's breathing quickened and her pussy increased its pace on Beth's fingers when the mouth widened and sucked most of her breast in. One of Kate's fingers was in her mouth - Julia licked and sucked at it, following it with her tongue as it was removed. She noticed that they had an audience now - Sophie and Megan were sat on the chaise longue wanking and watching. They both smiled as the researchers' eyes met theirs and she started to return it, but the wet finger had made its slow-motion journey down to her clit and started rubbing. The fledgling smile transformed into a quiet scream of pleasure. She wasn't used to having so many things played with at once and the finger on her clit was too much. "Oh god - Yes!" Although it had been building for ages, the orgasm took Julia completely by surprise. She'd never come standing up before and her legs buckled under the sensations, but Beth and Kate managed to support her thrashing body and still keep their fingers and tongues working flat out until Julia cried "No more!" between heaving breaths. While she recovered, Beth and Kate undressed her, letting their hands play gently over her body as they did so. Dress, knickers and shoes were soon in a pile on the floor, but they left Julia's stockings on, enjoying the contrast of black material and pale skin. "What would you like to do next?" Kate asked, as she stroked the young woman's curly hair. Julia had a mental picture of Kate sat on her face, pussy filled up with her tongue, but she didn't feel confident enough yet to suggest it. Instead, words flowed without her really thinking about them. "I really want to be fucked - like Kylie." The two women had been oblivious to anything except making Julia come, but when they looked over to the corner sofa, it was easy to see why the words had slipped out of her mouth. Sian was working hard - a light sheen of sweat covered her back. The 'Associate Member' was a blur of pink movement as she plunged it repeatedly into the kneeling reporter. Kylie was pushing back, matching Sian thrust for thrust, her face buried in the sofa cushion, her arse glowing red from little smacks and arousal. Kate smiled at the 'did I really say that?' look on Julia's face. "I think that can be arranged - Beth?" "Yes, of course... something not too big, but nice and thick - how does that sound Julia?" "Mmmm... " While the hostess went dildo-hunting, Kate took the researcher's hand and led her over to Megan and Sophie. Julia's anxiety spiked again as her brain realised what was coming next - 'is it going to be weird kissing Megan... no, apparently not.' The make-up artist had to stand tip-toed, her body pressed against Julia, who instinctively spread her hands over Megan's arse cheeks. It seemed the most natural thing to squeeze them, let her nails dig into the soft flesh and enjoy the mid-kiss intake of breath. "We're so glad you wanted to stay - come and rest your head here." Sophie was sprawled on the huge 'coffee table' seat in the middle of the room, patting a naked thigh invitingly. Julia perched on her hands and knees to exchange a lingering kiss with the newsreader, giving Megan and Kate a chance to admire her arse and sodden pussy, before rolling on to her back, head nestled on warm flesh. Sophie leant forward and smoothed her hands over Julia's stomach, down through her pubic hair and back up again. The newsreaders breasts were dangling in Julia's eye-line like ripe fruit - raising her head, she managed to capture one of the long, slender nipples firmly between her lips - she circled her tongue slowly around it before letting the stiff peak slip out as her head sank back onto Sophie's thigh. While Beth and Kate had been driving her crazy, the small part of Julia's brain that wasn't screaming in pleasure had been worrying about whether she'd know how to turn these sexually adventurous women on. The blonde above her grunted with pleasure - "Oh that's good - do it again." As usual, she'd underestimated herself. She reached up and clamped the other nipple gently between her teeth. A few moments later, Julia saw Beth returning out of the corner of her eye. The slim-hipped hostess had discarded all her clothes and donned a thick black dildo that swung back and forth provocatively as she approached. There was smeared lipstick around her erect nipples - it looked like Megan's colour. As she knelt in front of the 'coffee table', Julia's legs instinctively opened wide in welcome. Beth was just about to flip the top on a bottle of lube when Julia stopped her. "I don't think you're going to need that." The blonde glanced down at the researcher's pussy, its long lips moist, shiny and spread in anticipation, framing an equally wet, pink opening. She smiled, nodded, eased the big head of the dildo in and left it sitting in the entrance to Julia's hole. Julia's breathing came in short gasps. She could feel the head rotating, first one way and then the other. "How... are you... doing... that?" "Practice - it's all in the hips. Are you ready for the rest of it?" Julia nodded. Now that Beth had mentioned it, she could see that a subtle hip wiggle preceded each rotation. She didn't get to admire the technique for long though - the first full thrust dragged a long, low moan out of her mouth. She closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations - a few long, slow strokes would be followed by Beth's rotating trick and then the thrusts would begin again. In the researcher's experience, cocks had an agenda and they were usually single-minded in its pursuit. Some would make an effort to do interesting things with her pleasure in mind, but that wouldn't last and before long they'd start the inevitable pounding, head-long, spunk rush. This black latex cock was entirely different - every movement was designed to stimulate her and subtle changes from Beth would provoke different sensations. If the hostess leant back and quickened her movements, Julia felt the head rubbing incessantly at her g-spot. If Beth almost withdrew the cock and sank down a little it would stretch Julia's hole open before popping out. All of this was making her even wetter - the evidence was all over the gleaming dildo as she watched Beth rub the head over her pulsing clit and in the sticky juice trail she could feel running between her arse cheeks. "I call first lick after Beth!" Julia looked at Megan and gave her a look which she hoped expressed eager agreement. The make-up artist was stood to one side, two fingers of one hand in her pussy and a finger of the other in her arse. She was watching the dildo at work, transfixed. "You can't 'call' pussy - but - second!" said Sophie good-naturedly, who had been pinching and flicking Julia's nipples between her fingers and was now in the midst of removing her thigh to let the young woman's head rest on the sofa. "You'll have to be patient, I'm not going to let her come yet." said the dildo wielding hostess, as she worked just the toy's head rapidly in and out of Julia. The researcher groaned, both at the quick, piston-like toy movements and the news that she was going to be teased mercilessly. Julia closed her eyes again and let the sensations wash over her for a while. They snapped open when she felt the weight of somebody sliding into place, sitting on her stomach and Kate's voice. "Hello again." The newsreader was naked now. Finally, after weeks of remembering the briefest glimpse of her pussy, there it was for Julia to admire in the flesh. There was no averting of the eyes this time - she studied the neatly trimmed V of pubic hair and followed it down to where Kate's fingers were busy rubbing hard in large circles. "Do you want to find out just how wet I've got watching you being fucked?" So, this was it. Julia nodded, hoping that her nervousness at the prospect of eating another woman's pussy didn't show. It seemed fitting that Kate would be the first. She just wondered whether she'd be able to concentrate with everything that was going on. Despite Beth's best efforts to just tease her, she was going to come again soon. No, apparently this wasn't it. She watched Kate shuffle forward and stop at the level of her breasts. With both hands, the newsreader slowly spread her pussy and sank down over Julia's left nipple. The wet warmth on her hyper-sensitive skin made Julia gasp and then she felt it spread as the newsreader's hips began to gyrate and push down over her breast. "How does that feel... your nipple's right in my hole. Shall I do the other one?" The researcher could only nod again - she was beyond words now. Beth wasn't teasing any more - the entire length of the dildo was sliding in and out to a steady rhythm. The sensations on her nipples and breasts were more subtle - it was almost as though her brain was more excited by where they were than her body was by the stimulation itself, but regardless, they were adding to Julia's feverish pre-orgasmic state. And out of the corner of her eye, she could see Megan and Sophie waiting in the pussy eating queue - the blonde was sat on the floor with the diminutive make-up artist stood over her, fucking Britain's favourite newsreaders' face for all she was worth. There didn't seem to be an inch of Sophie's face that wasn't wet. "Time for... you to... come again." She looked up at the sound of Kate's breathless voice, who was brushing her own clit over Julia's right nipple as she spoke. Reaching back, she found Julia's with 3 fingers, exposed the sensitive bump with the outer two and began to pluck at it gently with the middle digit. She didn't come instantaneously this time, but Julia had no idea whether two or twenty minutes passed before she did. In amongst the blur of pleasure little details stood out - her sweat-covered back slipping slightly on the leather upholstery with each of Beth's deep thrusts, the firm grip of the thighs around her body, how warm Kate's arse cheeks were as she cradled them in her hands. Then Julia's body exploded again - her head thrashing from side-to-side, legs trembling, swearing incessantly, fingers digging into Kate's arse. It was a short, sharp orgasm and the two women responsible didn't make any attempt to prolong it this time. The dildo slipped out, momentarily increasing the little flood of liquid flowing between the breathless woman's arse cheeks and Kate lifted herself off a now very sticky right breast. As Julia's breathing began to slow and the flush left her cheeks, she began to pull Kate forwards. "Are you sure?" Kate's hopeful eyes looked down from behind their mask. "Absolutely - honestly, it's all I've really thought about since I caught you playing." Julia could smell the other woman's arousal and realised her mouth was watering. "I wish you'd said at the time." The newsreader smiled broadly and allowed herself to be eased into position over the up-turned face, until only its eyes remained visible. They were locked on the pussy, poised just inches away, taking in every detail. It had been an evening of revelations for Julia, but now she hoped it was her turn to spring a surprise. She didn't want to reveal her 'secret weapon' too soon though and spent some time getting to know every wet and sticky inch of Kate she could reach. Little bites to the sensitive skin at the juncture of her thighs, a gentle suck on her lips, a delicate licking of the sensitive skin between her two holes and an occasional lip brush over her clit had the newsreader writhing. "Oh... you tease!" The first-time pussy eater gradually became aware that people had stopped what they were doing to watch. Julia had been dimly aware of a screaming orgasm from the other side of the room some time ago. Now Sian was watching proceedings lounged in an armchair sipping champagne from an elegant flute, with the 'Associate Member' hanging incongruously between her legs. Beth had removed her dildo and was leaning against the balcony, fucking herself with it, her glazed eyes focussed on Kate & Julia. Megan and Sophie were still in the pussy eating 'queue', but were both fascinated by what the researcher planned to do next. Kylie was missing - Julia's eyes scanned the room and finally located her on one of the screens, being ravished by 5, or was it 6, women in one of the other boxes. The evening's latest revelation - Julia was enjoying being the centre of attention. In everyday life she would definitely have described her natural habitat as 'the background', but the evening's events had awakened a previously unknown exhibitionist streak. Her legs were still spread wide as an open invitation to Megan and Sophie. Just in case this was too subtle, Julia's fingers occasionally travelled down to slip in or spread open and show how wet she still was. She could sense that Kate was desperate for less subtle stimulation, the body above her shifting position, searching for the elusive mouth. Julia's hands took a firm grip on the newsreader's bum and pulled downwards. "Oh... oh yes... fuck!" Kate stared down with a look of wide-eyed amazement. "What - what's she doing?" Sophie looked equally surprised at the sudden change of expression on Kate's face. "Long tongue... really... really long! She's licking my... G-spot!" It was long. Not quite Gene Simmons length perhaps, but Julia could lick the end of her nose as a party trick and actually get the tip up a nostril at a push, although she kept this information to herself. She'd always thought it would be a great pussy eating tool, but never imagined that she'd put it to the test. Kate's reaction said she'd been right. It was flexible too - the researcher rotated it first one way and then the other, like a corkscrew, in Kate's mushy hole, drawing further gasps and swearing from above. The newsreader was bearing down, pushing herself into Julia's face, almost smothering it, urging the tongue as far into her pussy as possible. Julia noticed that Sophie and Megan had disappeared just before she felt movement between her thighs and a tongue in her pussy. It lapped in the researcher's hole with swift cat-like movements, drinking her juices, making more. After a few minutes there was a pause and then a tongue was sweeping over her clit with long, rasping strokes - a different tongue. Kate seemed to sense that Julia was wondering who was doing what and turned to look. The clit licking tongue was replaced by the hole lapper again, pushed further inside her this time and briefly a finger or thumb. "That's Megan... and Sophie's thumb... which is now... in Megan's bottom." The two tongues were making it difficult to focus her attention, but it didn't really matter - Kate's pussy had taken charge and was using most of Julia's face to pleasure itself. The researcher just tried to keep up with the movements above her - one moment the newsreader's clit would be rubbing against her nose, the next over her chin. Every now and again she'd feel a little pre-orgasmic shudder transmitted through the hot thighs against her cheeks. She'd always liked the taste of her own pussy - finger sucking after masturbating was an enjoyable ritual that often made her start wanking all over again - but this was something else entirely. The taste and aroma were addictive and she couldn't get enough! Julia felt a trickle of moisture roll down her cheek. Sweat? Saliva? Pussy? Probably all three. Then another, running down her neck and forming a little pool at her throat and a third following the mask's edge and down behind her ear. There was too much for even her eager mouth to cope with. "Can you just... stick your tongue... straight out?" Kate managed to blurt. Her nostrils were flared, eyes glazed, breath ragged. Julia extended her 'secret weapon' to its full length and let Kate work herself up and down on it to a steady rhythm. There was the sensation of cool air as her tongue briefly emerged and then wet warmth again as it slid back into the slick hole, accompanied by a grunt of pleasure from above. It didn't take long - Julia had expected her to be noisy so the quiet, choked sobs when Kate came were a surprise. But the tightened thigh grip around her face, fervent breast squeezing and grimace of pleasure release on the newsreader's face were a dead giveaway. Finally, the woman hauled herself off Julia's face and collapsed in a breathless heap to one side of her. "Are... you... ok? Do... you... want... to... rest?" The voice was Sian's, each word followed by a kiss, or a lick of Julia's juicy face. "... No... no, I'm fine." She was breathless, both from the double tongue assault and being semi-smothered by Kate's pussy. "Shall... I... introduce... you... to... my... pink... friend... then?" "Mmmm... yes please." Julia could feel the big dildo brushing against her thigh. Sian stood to move into position. "I'm not an artist like Beth, I'm afraid. I tend to get a bit carried away when I'm wearing this thing" "Carried away is just what I need." Juliana spoke as she rolled over and up onto her knees, looking back at Sian. "And I'd like another pussy to eat... please." Julia registered the grin on Sian's face and watched as she coiled her fingers around the base of the bright pink cock and raised it into position. The researcher let her legs slide open into a wide vee, pushing back as she did so, letting the cock head slip inside. She groaned and turned her head back to find that Sophie had slipped into position under her. The blonde was working 3 fingers around in her hole and Julia let her continue, enjoying the view, her mouth starting to water again as she listened to the slopping sound Sophie's fingers were making. She wondered what her second pussy of the evening would taste like. A burst of sensation as Sian drove the 'Associate member' deep inside, opened Julia's mouth in a gasp and she had the answer to her question as Sophie slipped the 3 fingers inside for her to suck on. It was different somehow, exotic, almost spicy - moreish. She lowered her head, pausing to marvel at Sophie's hole opening and closing in anticipation of her tongue. There was a brief sensation of emptiness as the pink dildo slipped out and then her marvelling was interrupted by a forceful thrust from Sian, pushing her face into the hot, wet pussy. Julia had to agree that the diminutive newsreader didn't have the same dildo skills as Beth, but she did have rhythm! Her pounding strokes were metronomic and as Sophie picked up on the tempo of Julia's tongue, her hips began to thrust back in time against the researchers face. It was all she could do to breathe and moan as she was pushed further and further into Sophie's pussy. How long this went on for, Julia had no idea - she could only focus on the dildo and lapping Sophie's copious juices out with her long tongue. At some point Sian started spanking her bottom - little sharp slaps on each cheek in turn as the Associate Member was drawn out for another thrust. And then fingers were rubbing her clit in a blur of movement - who was that? Who cares? She came with a muffled scream of pleasure, her sweat-streaked thighs trembling. Sian just kept slamming the dildo into Julia's twitching pussy and Sophie's hips maintained their thrusting and gyrating against the researcher's face. Like some weird piece of industrial machinery they pushed her backwards and forwards. Julia was exhausted -only the two thrusting women were keeping her upright and locked in place. She was determined to outlast Sian & Sophie, but as another orgasm hit, wondered how much more her body could take.