6 comments/ 43339 views/ 6 favorites The Talent Scout By: The Talent Scout "There are leather hoods that cover your head except for your mouth and chin, and eyes. If you want, there are some leather crotchless shorts you can wear. Your own mother won't know you unless you have some sort of birthmark or weird cock." "What's our cue?" "There's a red light over the door to the studio. When it flashes, you come in and wait for instructions." He went downstairs to his private changing room, stripped and put on leather tights, with a cutout crotch, and a leather hood, like the one he had described. He flipped a switch on the monitor in the dressing room and saw Mikki, naked, dancing, shaking her booty and boobs. He flipped another switch. "I'll be right in; don't stop dancing until I say so." He entered the studio and walked to the camera control console and turned them off. "Okay, you can stop now." He walked to a cabinet and pulled four bottles of prepared enema solution and gave them to her. She looked at them, than at him, the question in her mind plain on her face. "In less than two hours, you'll have had four cocks up your ass. Shortly after they come out, you'll be expected to clean them off with your tongue. If you'd prefer not to use these first, that's your choice, but if it were me..." She grabbed the enemas and hurried to the bathroom she had identified. "If the third one isn't clear, use the fourth one," he called after her. She was back in about twenty minutes, looking worn. "Sorry, I guess I should have warned you about them. You gonna be okay?" he pulled her down onto his lap. "I don't know. When are you going to do my ass? If it's right now, no, I'm not okay, but give me a half hour or so, and maybe..." He stopped her with a kiss and let his hands explore her body. "Mmm, nice. When I held you before, I knew you were gonna feel good, but this is better than I expected. You must spend a fair amount of time working out," he said, speaking just above a whisper in her ear, his tongue coming out to gently lash at her lobe while he nibbled on her ear-shell. "Mmhmm," she answered, tilting her head into his tongue, beginning to feel the pangs of arousal. When his hands brushed across her nipples, she gave a slight gasp, and then hummed her approval and appreciation. She worked her hand down between their bodies to search for his cock. Wrapping her fingers around it, she marveled at its thickness, even though it was still flaccid. Smitty slid his hand up the inside of her thighs, pushing her legs open. When there was room, he pulled his hand back to her knee and began slowly spider walking his hand up the inside of her thighs, alternating legs. In a few minutes, her aroma was detectable. She traded tongues with him, pushing hers deep into his mouth, then pulling his into hers. "Damn, girl," he panted when she broke the kiss, "you suck cock like that and no cum will ever make to your pussy." She gave a joyful laugh. "Time for you try it out?" In answer, he gently pushed her off his lap and onto the floor. She laughed again, this time, a note of victory in the sound. Mikki enjoyed giving blow jobs. There was something she found seductive in the velvety feel of a cock in her mouth that she loved; not to mention the sense of power it gave her. She reached for Smitty's half flaccid staff and began to lightly lash the head with her tongue. As it responded, her smile grew wider. When it had reached its maximum, she had both hands around the shaft, and the head in her mouth, her tongue gently massaging the large purple plum. Her pussy began to drip. He pulled her hands away. "If you can make me come, hands free, in the next ten minutes, I'll do today for free." "And if I can't?" she asked, licking the head of his cock, looking up at him. "Rico, and the equipment, for half a day, $750, plus my time, another $750." "Wow! I guess I better get busy." She slipped her mouth over the end of his rod. "Or you spend the night with me." She looked up at him, her mouth wrapped around his cock; the smile, obvious. He felt her tongue attacking the bottom of his crown at the point where his foreskin was attached to his shaft. "Mmm, yeah that's the spot; keep it up, right there." He grabbed her head to hold her in place. What he didn't tell her was that, for him, intense oral sex usually killed the impulse to climax. After a (failed) blowjob, he was frequently able to fuck for three or four hours without coming. Only once, when he was off the job, had he come during oral sex, and that time, he had helped it along by jacking off to the point of climax first, then letting the girl finish him with her mouth. Mikki grinned and pulled her tongue away from his sensitive spot and attempted to deep throat his eight and a half inches. She normally could handle the length. Once, on a dare from her husband, she had deep throated an African aide he had invited for dinner. She had taken eleven of his twelve inches down her gullet, only stopping because the young man had blown his load into her stomach and wilted before she finished. Her problem with Smitty was his thickness. It was all she could do to relax her throat enough to get him past her tonsils. When she finally felt him slip past them, she began to hum Wagner's "Song of the Valkyrie" as a sign of her triumph, eliciting both a smile of amusement and a moan of satisfaction. She began to bob her head, fucking Smitty with her mouth. She pulled back until she felt his crown about to slip past her tonsils, and then reversed direction, keeping the suction on him for three or four strokes at a time, taking a breath only when necessary. After several repeats of this action, she backed off until his crown filled her mouth. Without removing her mouth, she lashed at his helmet, while massaging it with the inside of her cheeks, sunken from the suction pressure she was maintaining. Smitty sat there, encouraging her with his moans of appreciation. His fingers, enmeshed in her hair, kept her moving up and down his shaft. After several minutes with no discernible response from his cock, she sat back on her heels, working her jaw to loosen it and work it back into the correct position. "Damn, do you always take this long to come?" "Usually longer," he said with a devious smile. "My job makes it necessary for me to be able to hold myself back, and to come pretty much on cue." His smile softened. "Besides, I want you to spend the night with me. So, unless you have fifteen hundred in cash hiding in your purse..." "This was just to get me into bed?" She asked, tilting her head in a quizzical manner. "I thought that was a given." "Not entirely. It got us both ready for the opening act," he said, standing up and lifting her to her feet. He carried her to the king sized bed and placed her in the middle of it, lying on her back. He knelt between her knees and lifted her legs, bending them so her thighs pressed back onto her C-sized breasts and lowered his head into her quim. "First, I'll... Mikki almost pushed Smitty off the bed from the jolt his tongue caused her. It had been years since Bob had gone down on her, although she regularly fellated him both before and after his forays into her pussy. She liked not only the taste, but also the feeling of depravity she got sharing it with him after she cleaned his cock. Smitty pushed her legs back up, laughing. "Careful there, lady! I want to live until morning." "Sorry, it's been a long time..." "I understand. Just relax and let it happen." He lowered his head again, aiming at her chocha Mikki "mmm-d" her acquiescence and grabbed her legs to hold them open for easier access to her quim. Smitty rewarded her with a series of lapping licks all over the surface of her vulva, culminated by sucking her clit into his mouth and caressing it with his tongue, slowly increasing the tempo until he was literally lashing the sensitive bud, driving her to her first climax of the day. She had released her legs when the orgasm hit her, so they now lay on Smitty's back, wrapped around his shoulders. He extricated himself and moved up over her body, stopping to briefly pay homage to her lovely mounds, capped with erect dark chocolate nipples centered in slightly paler areolas. After tonguing both of her nipples for several seconds, Smitty moved up to claim a deep kiss, sneaking his cock into Mikki's pussy at the same time. His tongue snaked past her lips to engage hers in play. As he pushed his eight and a half inch cock into her as far as he could, he began to fuck her mouth with his tongue, imitating what he started with his hips. Sensitive as her lady was, Mikki was aware of his gentle entry into her love sheath. She felt every bump and vein on his shaft as it passed into her, and over her g-spot. She trembled with pleasure from the dual invasion, and wrapped her arms and legs around the man who was providing it. "Cogeme (fuck me)," she whispered. Smitty's first movements were slow, almost languid, long and deep. Each time he bottomed out in Mikki, he flexed his cock, sending small ripples of rapture through her. Soon, in spite of the orgasm she had just experienced, Mikki felt the stirrings of a massive climax beginning; her hips began to move, meeting Smitty's, forcing him deeper each time they collided. When he felt Mikki begin to respond, Smitty began to move his hips faster, harder, pushing her climax . She began to grunt, "uh ah uh me... coge..uh mas ah rapido unh uh mas unh dificle (fuck me faster, harder)uh unh unh g...g... g... ga... god ..go... go... go... unh unh unngghhhh!" and wailed out her final groan, screaming as her most powerful climax in months crashed through her body. First, her body went rigid, cocked like a crossbow, and then began to shiver and quake, her hips beating a tattoo against Smitty's pubes; her cunt clasping his cock like a farmer pulling on a cow's udder. It was enough to set off his own eruption deep in her coZo. His eruption elicited a final spasm of hip thrusts from Mikki before she fainted. Smitty rolled to his side, pulling her on to her left side to face him when she woke. She was back with him in a few minutes. "Omigod," she whispered. "That was fantastic. Even if the rest of the day is a bust, this afternoon will still be one of the best days of my life. Thank you." He smiled and leaned in to kiss her, stirring his staff to grow inside her. Her smile of delight let him know she felt it, and her frown when he pulled out told him of her disappointment. "Don't worry; he'll be back soon. Right now, you need to clean me up a bit." Mikki smiled. Giving an after fuck blow job was one of her favorite activities. While she got busy licking their residues off Smitty's cock, he stretched to reach into one of the bedside tables to retrieve a tube of anal lube. Mikki's eyes widened in surprise when she felt the cool dampness of the jelly entering her pucker. Then there was a little push against that tiny aperture when she felt Smitty's finger force its way into her. He began to pump it into her, working the lube into the sides of her anus. With his other hand, he began to lube up the external area surrounding the invasion site. She felt some more pressure against her butthole, then the stretching as a second finger joined the first. Concentrating on his activity, she wasn't aware that she had deep throated him until she felt his pubic hair tickle her nose. Without moving her head, she gave a crow of victory. Only when the area suddenly became brighter was she aware of Rico, pointing his handheld camera at her face pressing into Smitty's groin. She pulled back, laughing. "How long have you..." "Since you almost kicked Smitty out of the bed," Rico laughed, admiring the younger woman's body. She nodded. "Good." She became aware of Smitty again as he pushed the third finger into her ass. "Unngh; that's beginning to hurt." "It'll hurt worse if I don't do it this way. Once I can get the three fingers all the way in, you'll be ready to enjoy the next activity. It shouldn't take long. It feels like you've done some of this before." "Sorority initiation. I got to choose one guy, my big sister chose one, and the pledge mistress chose one, all to be done the same night. Thank god the pledge mistress liked me, at least, liked me more than some of the other girls. She saved the biggest cock to ream her little sister. Unnngh! Oooooww! Christ, it feels like you're trying to drill a hole in my ass. Can't you..." "Yeah, it'll still be a little uncomfortable at first, but that shouldn't last too long." He positioned her in the middle of the bed. "Rico, get a good close shot of her rosebud, all open and ready for visitors." Smitty squirted some lube on his dick and rubbed it up and down the shaft, with a little extra on his helmet. He moved into position behind his 'star' and placed his prick at her opening. " Take a deep breath, and relax your bowel, like you're having a BM. As you feel my cock enter your butt, let the breath out slowly. Ready?" "I think," Mikki answered, and took her deep breath. Smitty pushed, popping through her outer sphincter and slid into her inner ring easily, thanks to the lube. Mikki grunted, from surprise, from the unusual pressure, and pain. "Okay," he said, stroking her lower back, "the second worst part is over. Another breath, and relax." He reached around and began to strum her clit lightly. "Ready?" She nodded and tried to relax. Deep in her belly, there was an unusual pressure, a burning pain and then the pressure was gone, but the pain intensified as her inner sphincter was stretched almost to its limit. "Unnnnghhhh! Oh god, shitfuck what are you doing to me it's too much stop oh oh oh please oh unh unh unh god ow owwwuh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh..." Smitty was moving in slowly, an inch in, hold, a half inch out, hold, and repeat. In the meantime, he was lightly stroking her clit, adding small tinges of pleasure under the pain Mikki was feeling. Soon, but not soon enough for her, the pain began to diminish and Mikki was aware of the tiny tingles of pleasure coming from between her legs. She couldn't isolate the origin, but soon it was consuming her whole body. Unconsciously, she began to thrust her hips back against Smitty, signaling him to pick up his speed, and increase the force of his lunges. Her hand replaced his, frigging her clit. Minutes later, Mikki had her second orgasmic faint. Smitty lay down on her back, fully embedded in her ass. He signaled Rico to call Joe and Harry in, for their part. Rico signaled the two Special Service agents to come in, and handed them each a bottle of water as they entered. He also gave one to Smitty and Mikki. "Hydration, guys; it's the answer to getting the best performance from everyone, even my slave here," Smitty said, smacking Mikki on the ass. Gently he pumped his way out of her, letting the agents get a good look at where his cock was coming from. "Uunhooow. God that hurts..." Mikki started, and received another swat on her bum. "I don't remember giving you permission to speak, slave." Mikki realized that while she was passed out, there had been a game change. If she was slave, then Smitty must be...what, Master. Tentatively, she apologized, "I'm sorry, Master. I'll be quiet until you require me to speak." "All I require from you right now is your mouth on my cock, cleaning our residues from it and preparing me to use you again." Mikki scampered around to face him and lay down in front of him to access his cock, and slurped him into her mouth with a moan of delight. "Good slave," he said, giving her a loving pat on her ass. Joe and Harry watched, in awe, as Smitty withdrew from their charge's ass, leaving it gaping. They were shocked when the woman they considered a prude scooted around to take the cock fresh out of her ass into her mouth, to suck and clean. "Gentlemen, for the next hour or so, you will get to use this bitch slave. Rico, you go first, because I need you to film the rest of the activities. You two, choose whoever goes next. "You can use any or all of her holes, the only stipulation is that once you fuck her ass, you're done until the next round. This first round, it's just you and her; when you two are done with that, I'll start the round robin round. Rico, you'll finish that round. And, all of you, keep drinking the water. You'll need it for the final round of activity. "Are you ready, slave?" "Yes, Master," she said with a smile, "this lowly slut of a slave is ready for your pleasures." Rico was the only one of the four who was sporting a closed crotch. Mikki was surprised when he dropped his pants; he wasn't as thick as Smitty, but he was longer, by at least an inch. Circumcised, his helmet resembled the head and shield of a triceratops, minus the horns, of course. With eyes opened wide in anticipation, she fell back, smiling, with her legs open, her bright pink gash plainly visible, inviting him in, an invitation he quickly accepted. While Rico recorded many of his employer's 'auditions,' he didn't get to participate in that many, maybe two or three a week. With this carina, he wished he could take his time, but he knew with two more to follow him, the order of business was to get in and get out in a hurry. He knee-walked up onto the bed and between Mikki's knees. She reached down and took hold of his staff and pulled him to her pussy. She lined him up and nodded to him it was time to push. He dropped down into the push up position and began to pump his rod into her, Around the flare of his helmet, his coronal ridge was at least a quarter of an inch wider than his shaft. When he pushed his cock into Mikki, it felt like she was being stuffed. On his return trip, it felt like her inner walls, especially as he neared the opening, were being scraped clean. She was climbing toward her climax within minutes. When she wrapped her legs around his thighs, pulling him into her, he felt her tunnel collapse on his dick, triggering his ejaculation. It was so powerful, he was unable to move for several seconds. Mikki rolled him off her and onto his back. Before he had fully recovered, she had his dick in her mouth and was sucking whatever was left in his balls into her vacuum cleaner mouth. To Rico's surprise, he was hard within a minute, and blowing another load down her gullet so soon he wasn't sure how it happened. As soon as his ejaculatory spasms finished, Mikki applied her patented suction and withdrew her mouth from his staff, accompanied by a large pop. She immediately turned and captured his lips with hers, giving him a taste of his own cum. Smitty got the whole encounter on tape. When she broke the kiss, Rico looked at her with adoring, lust filled eyes, and started speaking in a language Mikki and the agents didn't immediately recognize. Smitty laughed. "He said he adores you, and he pledges his sons' virginities to you and he begs you to take them and make them men." Mikki leaned back on her hands, her legs obscenely spread, letting the men see Rico's cum flowing from her cunt. "Where are they? Can we include them?" Smitty laughed and shook his head. "Not hardly, they're nine, twelve and fifteen." He looked at Rico, panting still, lying on the bed. "You okay, old friend?" "I will be, boss. If I don't remember later, thank you for this afternoon." "You still got one more hole to use, if you want it," Smitty answered with a grin. "That's okay. I'm wiped. Give me a minute and I'll take over the camera. Whoever's next can start. The robots will get nearly everything except for what you want up close." "Okay, Rico. Remember, hydration, hydration. "Allllllll riiiiiiiiiiighttttttttt! Who's up?" The Talent Scout Joe pulled rank, and decided he was next. Seeing all the cum running out of her pussy, he opted for Mikki's mouth first, then he planned to finish up in her ass. He had no special axe to grind with Mikki; she was really fairly easy to work with; she just seethed sex, and he walked around most of the time with half a hard on. Today, he could satisfy some of the urges she always left him with. He walked to the side of the bed and adjusted his hood, not knowing Mikki knew who he was. He pulled her face to his cock and pushed it at her. She just smiled and slurped his cockhead into her warm, moist, vacuum-like mouth. With her tongue and collapsed cheeks, she worked his cock over until he had to grab the bed's headboard to stay standing. Four times she took him to the brink of coming, then either pressed his helmet against the top of her mouth with her tongue, or pinched the base of his cock, killing his urge to come. On the fifth time, when she reached for the base of his cock, he growled, "No!" and pulled her hands away, at the same time, pulling out of her mouth, just as the first blast of semen erupted from his piss hole, catching her with her mouth open. The second blast coated her nose and right cheek, the third and final eruption got her between the eyes. Laughing through his cum, she grabbed his slender, seven inch cock, and sucked out his remaining spend, finishing with her tongue, as if licking an ice cream cone. When she released him, Joe staggered to a chair and waved Harry to her. "You sure, Jay?" Smitty asked, making a name from his initial. His amusement was obvious. Joe nodded. " I'm sure. Christ, I think my balls are half the size they were when I came in." A seductive chuckle came from the bed. Harry was on the bed with Mikki, turning her away from him, on her hands and knees. He pushed his cock into her sloppy pussy, and pumped it a half dozen times before pulling it out and pressing it against her asshole. Thanks to Smitty's preparation, his skinny six inches slid into her without any problem. This was Harry's first anal experience. And with someone as sexy and pretty as Mikki, he knew he wouldn't last long. He reached around and grabbed her c-cups, holding them like they were precious jewels. He released one and slid his hand over her stomach, moving it down into her furry snatch. He held his cock still in her while he explored her cunt, his mmm's and ahh's signaling his appreciation. After a few minutes, Mikki spoke. "Hey, Mac, if you want to feel me up, why not take your cock out of my ass so we can lay down and be comfortable?" reminding Harry why he was there. He began to pump into her ass, finding it slightly uncomfortable. Mikki noticed it felt uncomfortable for her, also. "Master, I think we could use some of the jelly you used on me before. I'm sure if it's not feeling good for me, it's not good for H...im either." She had almost let her agents know she was aware of their identities. Smitty tossed the tube of lubricant to Harry, who squirted a copious amount on the shaft of his dick and shoved it into Mikki. However, most of the lube piled up against the outside of her pucker. He pulled out completely, and smeared the lube all over his shaft and cockhead. He massaged some into the area around Mikki's bunghole and pushed some inside, rotating his finger to coat as much of the inside as he could. When he reinserted his cock in his target hole, he noticed it was more comfortable. Mikki's appreciative moan let him know she did too. While Harry had his solo turn with Mikki, Smitty had been drawing her a warm bath. Harry, as he himself had predicted, didn't last long, but it felt to both him and Mikki like he had hosed her bowel with a fire hose. His withdrawal was accompanied by a flood of cum running down her thighs. Smitty brought a towel to wrap around her hips and carried her to the tub, instructing the men to clean themselves up, rest, and hydrate. He gently lowered Mikki into the tub, in which she detected a hint of effervescence, and commented on it. "An invention of mine. I have it made up and sell it to female stars of adult films. It cleans and refreshes them at the same time, and tightens them up, as far as the guys are concerned. There's a little astringent in it, which accounts for the tightening, the rest is a combination of herbal cleaners and relaxants. Just sit and enjoy it until I get back." He returned to the men to see how they were holding up. All three said they were ready for the next step, and wondered what it was. Joe voiced their curiosity. "What is this round robin thing you mentioned?" "I start it by getting a blowjob from Mikki. When that's done, I'll move on, to her cunt, while you, Joe, get a blow job, only this time, she'll be under orders to let you be in charge. Just remember, no rough stuff, nothing that'll leave a mark. "As soon as someone comes, I move to her ass while you take my place in her pussy, and Harry gets a bj. Then, again as soon as one of us comes, I pull out, Harry gets the pussy, you get her ass and Rico gets a blowjob. "When the next person comes, I take Rico's place, and I'll stay there until you all are done, working through the sequence." "How come you get to stay in her mouth? That doesn't seem fair..." "Didn't say it was, but it's my game, my house, my rules. If you don't want to play..." "Just askin', that's all. You said 'as soon as someone comes;' does that include her?" "You got it. You all ready?" The three men all nodded. Harry interrupted. "We got time for me to take a leak?" Smitty shook his head. "Hold it. It'll help keep you hard, and you'll need it for the next activity." He went and got Mikki from her bath. She had almost fallen asleep and was still groggy when Smitty placed her on the bed and straddled her tits, on his knees, with his cock right at her lips. She smiled and opened her mouth to admit him, unaware of the men behind him. He let himself come, flooding her mouth with his spunk a few minutes after she started. He got her up on her hands and knees , facing the side of the bed, where she saw Joe standing, waiting. "Okay, slave, now listen to me. If you do well in this, I might let you go free. But you must accept our desires and do as we wish. Your task is to make us come as rapidly as you can. You cannot attempt to keep any of us from coming in your body, anywhere; do you understand?" Pouting, Mikki nodded. She slid her mouth over Joe's cockhead and began her suction. She was surprised when she felt Smitty slide his tool into her quim. She had never experienced double penetration before. The closest was when her husband had dared her to suck the African aide's cock while he finger fucked her pussy. Even when Smitty had suggested multiple partners, she hadn't considered any simultaneity, only serial fucking. Her pussy gushed at the thought of what else might happen. The thought stimulated her to move on Joe's cock, triggering his come fairly quickly. As soon as Joe stepped back, Smitty pulled out of her quim, eliciting a loud groan of disappointment. Joe got up on the bed and lay down at Smitty's direction. Smitty then moved Mikki to straddle Joe in the reverse cowgirl position and pushed her pussy down on his cock, eliciting a moan of appreciation. Harry moved into position at the side of the bed. Smitty pushed her head toward him. Just as she slurped his hard-on into her mouth, she felt Smitty invade her ass. She could tell he had used some lube on his rod. She felt so stuffed she could barely move. The pain hurt so good, the tingles were like sparks bouncing off her pussy. Yet, the two cocks stuffing her ass and pussy felt so goddam good it hurt. She didn't know whether she was screaming from pleasure or pain; she just screamed around Harry's cock, the sound muffled so it came out as "MMMMMMph!" The sheer perversity of what he was doing, and who he was doing it to was too much for the agent busy in Mikki's mouth. He came, nearly as hard as in his solo round, jerking back and coating her cheeks, and silencing her scream with his cum. Smitty pulled out of her can, Harry lay down for her to straddle, and Joe got ready to fuck her ass. Between having to piss and anticipating screwing his beautiful boss in the ass, he was so fucking hard he hurt. He pushed her down on Harry more than a little unceremoniously, and shoved his cock up her ass as he pushed her head down toward Rico's spear. Smitty noticed Joe's impatience and disregard for Mikki's sensitivity. Joe didn't notice his frown, or the tightening of his lips. Mikki was surprised at how easily Joe slid into her butt. He was so slender, she barely felt him in there. Harry in her pussy was similarly unremarkable. She realized what Smitty had done. By putting the two small dicked men in her at the same time, he was giving her a respite, while on film, it would look like she was being treated roughly. She thought about the cock in her mouth, and wondered how it would feel in her ass. Smitty came back with a wash cloth for her face and started to clean her up around Rico's cock. "Let me, boss, please," the cameraman asked. He pulled his staff from her mouth and gently wiped Harry's come from her cheeks. He looked at Mikki, affection and appreciation in his eyes. She smiled up at him, looking tired, no trace of arousal in her expression, just fatigue and resignation. He turned to Smitty. "I'm sorry, boss, but I really shot my wad earlier. I don't think I can come again. I'm done." "You don't want to take your turn?" Mikki asked him, sounded disappointed. "No offense, Ma'm, but if you've fucked one ass, you've pretty much fucked them all, if you know what I mean." She felt Joe backing out of her rosebud. "Me, too. I guess I'm not cut out to be a porn star. I think my balls are bone dry," he said, sounding tired. Harry was still trying to pump up into her pussy, but without her moving, or Joe sliding across his cock inside her, it wasn't doing a lot to stimulate him. After a few more minutes, he, too, announced his failure to launch. Smitty laughed and muttered something about the quality of men today. He told them all to be sure they were well hydrated and got on the bed with Mikki. "Doll, for this final part of your movie, I gotta really pound your ass, pound it even more than the first time, but it shouldn't hurt quite so much." She looked him in the eye, and nodded, letting him know she trusted him. "How and where do you want me?" The fatigue was evident in her voice. "Here's good. On your knees and elbows, I think would be best." She assumed the position he specified. He made some adjustments to get her pucker at the right height, then placed his slicked up staff against her shit hole and gently pushed, forcing his way into her now well used anus. With little trouble, he was able to get his entire cock into her backdoor. With his pubes up against her ass cheeks, he stopped to let her adjust to his presence, and then began to fuck her ass with a ferocity the three amateurs had never seen, not even on films featuring forcible rape. The only sounds were the slapping of flesh on flesh and Mikki's whimpers of discomfort. The ferocity of his abuse on Mikki's ass even took a toll on Smitty, necessitating a respite every minute or so. Soon after he started, her hand snaked back and began to work on her clit, bringing her to at least two orgasms during his anal attack. As he neared the end of his assault, Smitty began to grind his hips in a circle, pushing his cock sideways against the perimeter of Mikki's asshole, forcing it more open. Finally, he decided she was ready. He reached forward and grabbed her by the boobs and pulled her up and back while he sat back on his heels. When he was sure she was in position, he turned her face toward him to receive a kiss. He kissed away her few tears and made sure she was as okay as possible following such an experience. When she nodded, he straightened his legs and butt walked to the edge of the bed. "Hold your legs up against your belly, doll," he instructed her, then stood up, holding her up by her buttocks, and carried her into the bathroom, his cock firmly embedded in her ass. Besides the tub where she had rested in that lovely soak, the bathroom was equipped with a large walk-in shower. That was Smitty's goal. In the shower he had the other three men gather round in a semi-circle, facing him and Mikki. He had her drop her legs and take her weight off him by bending forward and supporting herself on her hands on the floor. He pulled out of her ass and had her go down on her knees and elbows, so her asshole was pointing up at him, still gaping wide open. He advised her to shield her face between her arms. He took hold of his cock and aimed it at the gaping hole, and released his bladder, sending his stream deep into her bowel. "Give her a piss shower boys, just avoid her face." As ordered, the other three men began to hose the woman, who had just given them such pleasure, with their piss. He nodded to Rico, who reached up and snatched off the agents' hoods. Mikki was keeping her face pointed to the floor, so she didn't see their faces, but the men knew they were caught on camera. While it seemed to Mikki to go on for an eternity, she only had to endure this final degradation for a few minutes. She felt the piss hitting the inside of her bowel walls, and sensed them begin to distend. The fluid hitting her back and sides was warm, bordering on hot. She began to feel humiliated The odor of ammonia surrounded her. Silently she thaanked Smitty for order ing the men to avoid her face. St ill, some of the splashing was soaking her hair. She hoped it would wash out. The pain in her bowel was beginning to become too much. She had to get rid of some of the load. Nausea started to overtake her. "Sm...Smittty, I need...ooounnngh," she moaned as the cramps started. "Try to hold it, doll. These guys are about done." When Smitty was sure the last drop had been dribbled on her back, he sent the men off to shower and change. They had barely turned around when there was a load groan from Mikki and the sound of watery diarrhea filled the room, along with the stench of stool filled urine. Mikki's soft sobs were barely audible. Smitty helped Mikki to the toilet while he ran her another bath, using the same soak, but this time he added some lavender bath salts. While she soaked, he hosed down the shower, then made a phone call to a nearby motel. After hanging up the phone, he went to the changing room to see Harry and Joe. "I imagine you want to know why Rico pulled your masks." The agents nodded, their faces full of distrust. "Protection for Mikki. If you attempt to blackmail her about today, you are on film participating in the activity; an activity you should have prevented, as part of your job. As long as you two keep quiet about this afternoon, your participation will be kept private. "She will be staying here tonight so I can be sure there are no deleterious effects from this afternoon. I have arranged for a room for you two at the Bide-A-Bit motel over on Millbrook. It's about ten minutes from here. I ordered my special room service option for you. Enjoy it. Or you can go back to your homes in D.C. and come back for Mikki when she calls you." "Special room service?" "The servers, two of my 'finds,' will bring supper to you this evening, and stay to cook breakfast in the room for you, in the morning. How you entertain them is up to you." The two agents looked at each other and smiled. "In that case, if I were you, I'd park the limo in the back. By the way, it's well after five; don't you have to check in with someone?" He laughed and left the room. Back in the shower room, he checked on Mikki, who was half asleep. In the studio, he gathered up her clothes and took them to his apartment on the third floor, put them on hangars and stowed them in his guest closet. He grabbed a terry robe for her and went back down to start editing her disc. Mikki's gangbang had taken a little over three and a half hours plus the initial taped interview. With the four cameras in the shower, and Rico's camera, he had eleven cameras to review, seven of which had been on full time, resulting in over twenty-five hours of taped output.. The first thing he did was send it all to cloud storage for safekeeping. Then he made hard copy backups for each camera. Tonight or tomorrow, he and Mikki would review Rico's work to see what she wanted to include in the disc she would give her husband. A slight addition to her gift occurred to him, causing him to grin in anticipation. He heard her calling him and went into the shower room. "There you are. I thought maybe you had left me here with Joe and Harry. Where are they, anyhow?" she asked, with a yawn. "I'd never leave you unconscious and alone with those two. I sent them to a motel, to wait for your call tomorrow. The room is paid for; I keep it for important visitors and customers. "How are you feeling? If you're up to it, we should start to review Rico's product, to see what you want included on the disc you give your husband." "Oh. For some reason, I thought..." "That he'd see the whole session? If that's what you want; then it's just a question of choosing which camera angles you want. Did you want to include the water sports activity?" "Uhh, no, I think not. I'm still not sure whether or not I should be mad at you for that. Was there some reason behind it I can't see?" She stood up in the tub, her skin glistening as the water dripped from her breasts. Smitty felt a stir in his groin, in spite of his workout during the afternoon. "Didn't see," he replied. "In the middle of it, Rico stripped your agents of their masks so their faces are on camera, participating in an activity they're supposed to prevent. Kind of a blackmail prevention device. "In addition, the piss enema is sort of a fetish of mine, and it cleans all the cum out of your bowel. Some piss will also find its way into your vagina, as a sort of douche. Between the golden shower and the soak, you're as clean as when you walked in this noon." She raised her eyebrow, as if to say "Oh yeah," eliciting a laugh from him, in turn drawing a smile from her. "Okay, I'm ready to get out." She reached out for his hand. He helped her out of the deep tub and held her against him while she regained her balance, then helped her into the terry robe. "Mmm," she said, "this feels cozy. "Okay, where do we go to watch my debauch? From what I can recall, except for getting pissed on, there wasn't anything I would want to exclude. Well, maybe that last bit of you reaming my butt. That was a bit much." "That's fine; we can end on Harry's cum coating your face. That will make a good final shot. We can watch it in the studio, or go up to my apartment and have a glass of wine while we watch it in comfort. "Ordinarily, I'd offer to cook you dinner, but I just got into town this morning and haven't had a chance to shop. We can order pizza or Chinese..." "Or there's the hoagie I brought for lunch we never ate. I got a large sandwich, half beef and half tuna salad." They were at the elevator. "That might do as an appetizer. How do you feel about moo shu pork?" "With egg rolls and fried rice? Sounds great ." After using his cell phone to order the food delivered, he opened the door to the elevator and ushered her inside. "My clothes..." she started to ask. "Everything's upstairs." He slipped his arm around her waist and pulled her close, against his side. She looked up at him, then relaxed and rested her head on his shoulder. "Are you planning on fucking me some more?" she asked, a trace of apprehension in her voice. He leaned down and softly kissed the top of her head. "No, but I am going to make love to you." The Talent Scout Adjacent to the studio in the basement Smitty had his editing room. There, he had the capability of loading Rico's tape and indexing each of the robotic cameras to it so they showed the action on Rico's master from varying points of view, each with its own screen. The screens were connected to a satellite editing room in his third floor apartment. While Mikki was soaking, he had loaded the master tape in the main editor and indexed the robotic cameras, then readied everything to be viewed and spliced from upstairs. When they got upstairs, he gave Mikki the nickel tour, showing her where her clothes were, the bathroom, bedroom, kitchen, bar and editing room. By the time they were through with the tour and had mixed their drinks, the doorbell sounded. The food was there. Eating and editing, or at least viewing, must have been a popular combination of activities, since Smitty had a small dinette area set up in the editing room. They watched the interview while they ate. When Mikki saw her recounting of her paternal rape, she told Smitty to delete it. "I've never told Bob about that, and he doesn't need to know. I haven't thought about it for years." "No problem," he said and punched a few buttons. "We all have our personal ghosts. Ahh, here comes the good stuff," he said with a grin as he came into view on the monitors. For the next hour, they watched themselves fucking on screen, from varying points of view, to show what was happening and her reaction. When they viewed the final version of that part of the afternoon, Mikki's scent of arousal was hanging in the air, noticed by both of them. Smitty looked at her, across the table from him. Her need was plainly visible. So was his. He pushed back from the table and stood up to walk to her. Without saying a word, he picked her up and carried her to his bedroom. Her arms were wrapped around his neck; her head, buried in his shoulder. She was gently laid on the bed and the terry robe untied and opened. Smitty straightened up to look at her. "Good God, but you're beautiful. Your body is perfection. If your husband is cheating on you, he's either blind or a fucking fool." Mikki smiled at the compliment. "Oh, he's cheating. Why else would there be a strange earring in my bed? Especially since he has his own bed for those nights when he gets in very late and doesn't want to disturb me." "Then he is a fucking idiot, unless the other woman is Bo Derek's identical twin. In that case, he's only a fool," he said lying down beside her. With a minimum of fuss, his mouth found its way to her breast while his hand began to explore the heat and dampness between her thighs, eliciting a series of low soft moans as her hips started to move, seeking to increase the pleasure she was feeling. Smitty pulled his hand away from her to make room for his manhood, eliciting first a groan of disappointment, quickly followed by a long drawn out, "Yesssssss," as he entered her. As he had earlier, Smitty began slowly, increasing his speed and force only when she did. This had the result of lengthening their union, allowing them to become acquainted with each other's bodies, and to a small degree, their preferences. When Mikki finally did climax, her arms and legs clasped her lover to her, driving him deeper than he had been all day, setting off a second orgasm for her, and tripping Smitty's. Their mutual mini-quake was intense enough that both fell asleep shortly afterwards. Smitty had the forethought to roll off Mikki first, and found her in that same position when he woke in the morning, his cock still ensconced in her quim. After a quick good morning fuck and a light breakfast, the pair watched the first part of Mikki's gangbang--the solo performances, nude. Mikki sat on Smittty's lap, his cock firmly embedded in her cooch. According to Rico's tape, that part of her experience lasted a few minutes more than an hour; it took them three hours to stitch it together for her DVD, largely because of the frequent sex breaks the process necessitated as Smitty attempted to duplicate the men's experiences. They took a sexless nap after lunch and, exhausted by nearly twenty-four hours of fucking for Mikki, they got through the round robin fuck fairly quickly. While she was fairly certain she wasn't going to include any of the golden shower scene, Mikki wanted to watch it. She gasped and moaned when she saw the condition of her ass when Smitty withdrew and left her pucker gaping. Her pussy experienced a mild spasm of pain and pleasure when she saw Smitty's stream begin and enter her gaping ass. It spasmed again when the piss began to bounce off her back and ass cheeks. "Oh, shit! If Bob saw this, he'd ruin his pants, he'd come so hard. I'm about to come again, and I ..." Smitty's lips stopped her as his hands opened her robe and he pushed her down on the couch they were occupying. Before she could ask what he was doing, he was balls deep in her cunt and pounding her pussy hard. "I'm sorry, Mikki, but..." She put her fingers over his mouth, shushing him. "It's okay; I understand. I was about to ask you to do it. Leave the scene in, just hide Joe and Harry." Her legs wrapped his hips and she began to meet his thrusts as they drove toward their final climax of the afternoon. Just as Smitty erupted, the doorbell rang. "Horseshit!" he exploded. Mikki gave a small laugh and kissed him softly. "Thank you; that was one of the best times we've had. That must be Joe and Harry. It's almost five, and they have to have a physical eyes-on before they report. Go ahead and let them in." "Do you want a few minutes to dress?" "Why? They've seen everything, and then some." "Yeah, but they don't know you know that." "Well then, they will in a few minutes. Go get your door." She watched him leave, wondering if she was doing the right thing. The agents' eyes went wide open when Smitty answered the door, stark naked. He waved them in and pointed to the elevator. Mikki was behind the bar when they walked in, obviously topless. She offered them a drink, and poured them the scotch and water each requested. When she came out from behind the bar, carrying their drinks, their jaws dropped. While they had spent a large part of the afternoon yesterday either fucking her, or watching her get fucked, neither had really looked at their boss. She was tall, nearly five ten, busty, with a 36 C bust line, and curvy, with a 23 inch waist and 35 inch hips. Her skin was the olive tone of New World Hispanics, punctuated by her chocolate nipples placed in only slightly paler areolas, set above a full blue-black bush, trimmed to three-quarters of an inch long. It was a vision which spelled instant hard-on. Handing Joe his drink, Mikki asked them, "Did you guys enjoy yourselves yesterday?" Joe nearly choked on his scotch. "You knew?" "Just what kind of slut do you think I am, Joe, that I'd let just anybody use me like that? When Smitty suggested it, I thought it would be a good way to repay you for putting up with some of my foibles. Don't tell me I was wrong," she said, with a flirtatious grin. "No, no, Mi...Mrs Gilbert. It was...you were...fabulous. That blowjob...my nuts still hurt." "I think you can call me Mikki now, Joe, when we're in the car, or away from officials who might mistake your familiarity. You, too, Harry. Were you satisfied yesterday?" "Christ, yes, M...Mikki! It was probably the best time I've ever had, and that includes my honeymoon." The other three laughed, somewhat embarrassing the younger agent. Mikki looked at Smitty. "How long will it take to finish the disc for Bob?" "A few hours. It should be done by noon tomorrow." She nodded. "Will they be able to get their room back for tonight?" Smitty nodded. "Okay, Joe, Harry, pick me up here tomorrow, at noon. It's time for you to check in for today. You can tell them I'm spending the night with a friend; you've seen and talked to me, and I'm okay. Any questions?" "I don't suppose there's any chance of us getting to see the video," said Harry. "I can understand your curiosity, Harry, but the only people who will ever see the finished product are Smitty, my husband and me. Even if my husband wanted to share it with his friends, he couldn't without my permission because of the password protection I'm going to have Smitty put on it. Anything else? Okay then, we'll see you tomorrow." The couple had planned to simply watch and edit the finished disc. They were still essentially naked under heir terry robes. About the time in the tape when Joe's blast covered Mikki's face, she pulled Smitty's hand into her quim. "Please, Smitty, I need to come." "Me, too," he said, opening her robe and pushing her back onto the couch. He moved to straddle her head and lowered his face to her pussy, tongue caressing her as soon as she was within reach. He felt her mouth slip over his cock at the same time. Her climax was quick and sudden, causing her to curl up like a shrimp, with her nose in his pucker, driving his cock so deep into her throat, he could feel the vibrations directly from her voice box, sending his spend straight to her stomach. After they recovered from their mutual orgasm, the couple went to bed. They made love, slow and gentle sex, as satisfying as any they had in the previous thirty-six hours. In the morning, they shared a shower, and one last coming together. They relaxed and discussed Smitty's addition to her gift. It could be done separately, and he wouldn't charge her, if... She laughed, and kissed him, saying yes. He suggested mailing the completed disc, not entirely trusting her agents. Thinking he was being over cautious, she agreed anyway. Uncharacteristically, and against the protocol she had learned, only Joe called at the door for her, while Harry stayed behind the wheel, with the motor running. When she got to the limo, Joe got in the back seat with her and instructed Harry to start driving. The young agent skillfully pulled the large car into traffic. "Stop, Harry, and turn the motor off," ordered Mikki. "Keep moving, kid," instructed Joe, putting his hand on Mikki's knee. "Harry, unless you want to spend the next two years cleaning prisoners' toilets at Gitmo, stop this fucking car and turn off the motor." Mikki reached down and grabbed Joe's wrist. Harry pulled the limo to the curb "As for you, Joe, get your ass up front where it belongs right now, or, starting tomorrow, you will spend the rest of your professional life as Special Agent in Charge at the embassy in Central Africa with the highest combined incidence of Ebola and HIV. Do I make myself clear?" Joe's face clouded with anger. Mikki saw him glance at her purse. With a small laugh, she chided Joe, "It's in the mail. Smitty said he didn't trust you, and, I guess, rightly so. Get up front, Joe. If you don't, you know I can and will do what I said." while her tone was conversational, her voice and her eyes were llike steel. "I know I owe you guys more than a simple thank you. The other day exceeded all my desires. So much so, we're coming back next week. And we're bringing my good friend, Jodi. So, Joe, what's it going to be, Ebola and HIV, or Jodi?"