"Deal."
"And your card to rent the camera equipment."
"Deal." Katie dug in her purse, found her card that had the best points option, and read Rita the information.
"Alright. I'll have half the guys at mine at 6, and all of them at Mellissa's at 7."
Katie gave a little hop in excitement. "Thank you so much, Rita."
"Whatever dude. Just make it good for the camera."
Katie hung up her phone and dropped it in her purse. She handed Danny the same card she had just read to Rita, and said, "I need one of those masks, and whatever you charge for a blowjob lesson."
Danny grinned at the idea of charging her to suck his dick, but when he realized she was completely serious, said, "How about $80. Cutting you a little deal there."
After signing the receipt, and dotting her the i in her name with a heart, Danny called to another employee on the floor, and asked her to hold the fort down. He led her to a spartanly decorated office, and asked, "Standing or sitting?"
"I don't know."
"I think if you're going for speed, sitting is going to give you the best control, but if you're dealing with a crowd, they're probably going to be standing." While he was talking he started taking off his belt. His shirt opened just enough that Katie caught a flash of his abs.
Her mouth suddenly felt dry. "Standing then I guess." He undid his pants, and exposed a skin tight pair of grey boxer-briefs, and a growing throb inside. "Are you going to take your shirt off too?"
"If I show you mine," He gestured to her and trailed off.
For the first time in her life, Katie understood something of Melissa. This was fun.
Her sweater hit the floor in a heap. Danny started at the buttons of his shirt while Katie worked the clasp on her utilitarian f-cup bra. In a heartbeat she was naked except for her sunglasses, garter, stockings and heels. While Danny kicked his slacks off, she pawed at the front of his briefs, and ran a hand across the ripples of his impossible abs. She kissed him full on the mouth, and held his lower lip in her teeth. Her face lowered to kiss his chest, staining it red from her lipstick. She moved lower to his stomach, lower again to his obliques. Slowly, she pulled down the waistband of his underwear and kissed the muscles leading beneath it. The base of his cock showed, already swollen, and she stopped. She traced the head with a fingernail on the surface of his underwear, and marveled as a tiny damp spot of precome formed. Kissing it once, she left a lipstick smear behind.
His briefs made it to the floor, and his cock to her mouth. She worked it in long fluid strokes, slowly, and hands free. After less than a minute, Danny started groaning along with her stroke. Spit trailed down into her cleavage, and eventually into the waistband of her garter.
Danny said, "This doesn't seem like you have no idea what you're doing."
Her stroke stopped with half his cock still in her mouth, and she smiled around it. Mumbling with her mouth full, she said unmistakably, "Thank you," and trailed back until the tip of his cock rested on her lips. "Maybe we should move on to something more advanced then." Katie couldn't believe what was happening. Was the secret to being a good lover really just admitting that she liked it? As her bright red lips slid over the tip of his cock she looked up, and took in every glorious detail of his muscular body.
Tentatively, she reached out for his hands, and set them both on the back of her head. Fingers worked into her curls, and after a moment of guidance, started to pull her to her feet. His cock trailed from her mouth, and left a smear of her spit down her abdomen like a brush dragged down a canvass. A hand took hold of it, and slowly worked its slick surface. They kissed firm, and he whispered, "How do you want it?"
Katie led him out from the desk by his cock, and took a seat where he had been leaning. Her knees lifted and spread, and she guided him to her pussy. In one thrust he was all the way in, and she groaned up at the ceiling. At 40 years old, Katie finally enjoyed getting fucked. She knew there wasn't a chance Danny was coming home with her, or going to marry her, and that disconnect allowed her to lose herself in it long enough to narrow the gap on an orgasm. When it started to build, she opened her eyes, and looked up at the 25-year-old Danny. Just as she thought she was almost old enough to be his mother, the orgasm broke on her like a dam.
When her head cleared she was covered in sweat, and splashes of Danny's cum on her breasts and neck. Her head was thrown all the way back off the edge of the desk, and her legs felt like they wouldn't hold her weight. Sitting up enough to find Danny sitting in a chair, and looking just as exhausted as she felt, she said, "thanks for the lesson," and let her head drop off the edge again.
Rita had encountered a problem with Katie's plan; how to divide the men between the two of them. Were they going to be in two different rooms? Would the women have free choice of them? She had tried to call Katie back, but the phone rang endlessly. After half an hour had passed she gave in and prodded Melissa for her take on what the rules would be.
That conversation had gone about how Rita imagined it would. Melissa wanted the half with the biggest cocks, and was expecting her and Katie to be working from the same pool. In the ad she put on Cragislist she requested cock pictures, which in her experience with Craigslist personals, seemed an entirely superfluous request. Of the replies, Rita gave the biggest half of them her room number, an earlier start time, and instructions explaining that they would be blown twice to increase their staying power for the second, so long as they kept quiet about the first.
Every time a doubt raised in the front of her mind about what she was doing, it was crushed in a deep want she had for the end product. Remembering that for doing this she got to own her personal holy grail of pornography was enough to lose her concerns in lust. She had packed with the predominant intent of not upstaging her friends, and didn't find that she had anything that really said, "I'm about to suck ten dicks." Their hotel had a mall in the basement that connected it to the next several casinos, and with plenty of time remaining she headed down there for some shopping.
Within an hour she had settled on a red halter dress. The back was open, and low enough she could see the top of the panties she had worn shopping, and it was tight enough it looked painted on her petite, fit, body. Looking at her reflection in the fitting room mirror, she couldn't help but think she looked like the girl at the beginning of a porno. With that on her mind, her nipples rose against the fabric, and her panties went damp. Under her breath she said, "what the hell," as she pulled the front of the dress up. "We've masturbated weirder places this trip." She buried her hand down the front of her panties, and watched herself intently in the mirror.
Melissa too was watching herself in the mirror, but instead of what Rita was up to, she was trying to find an outfit in what she had packed that concealed the stainless steel panties she was locked up in. The waistband of them fit high, almost to her navel, and it overhung all of her pants like a teenager's thong. All of her dresses were thin enough material that the hard angles of the metal showed through them. She thought about going to buy something frumpy enough to cover it, but that required leaving in something that didn't, so she stayed in her room all day, counting the minutes until it would come off. She had managed to go about her day with it on, it allowed for all of the functionality that needed to happen down there, just kept anything remotely sex-like from happening.
It would come off. There was no way Katie was walking away from their wager the victor. Not only did Melissa have to win to get the belt off, she outright had to win. There was no way Katie could manage to pace her through one blowjob, let alone ten. There was no possible outcome that the belt wasn't coming off, so it was pointless to buy something only to hide it for a few hours.
Just the night before she had been angry that she had only been able to masturbate to get off, but now masturbating seemed like a privilege. The club the night before had left her libido spiked well into the morning. It was still there, but had turned restless and anxious, and left the passage of every minute an agony. Seeped in frustration, she tried everything she could to keep her mind off of sex, off of the belt, and none of it worked.
When Rita was finished, her panties were so wet that she discarded them on the changing room floor instead of wearing them again. She bought the dress, and a y-back g-string low enough to wear under it. Her anxiety about what she was about to do continued to grow, occasionally dominating her thoughts. Back at the hotel, the camera gear had been delivered, and she set about distracting herself by testing it.
By the time she was getting ready the anxiety had fully bloomed into anticipation. She got dressed, did her hair and makeup, and when the first knock on her door came was brushing her teeth for the third time. Looking at herself in the mirror she inexplicably found herself beaming, and the feeling behind that anxiety came clear. It was exactly how she felt in high school when the boy she had a crush on sat behind her in class. It was the way she felt when someone she liked asked her out, when she caught a hot guy checking her out in the grocery store, when someone she wanted to impress gave her a compliment. Rita, while preparing to blow a roomful of strangers, was twitterpated. Before this vacation she never would have thought getting tarted-up to suck some Craigslist dick would have got her going, and who knows, it may never excite her again either, but right here, right now, she realized the anxiety was her mind trying to tell her she was probably going to enjoy it.
She hung a smile on her face and answered the door. Two men waited in hall, neither was all that bad looking. They were both took in the sight before them, petite and fit, Rita was the hottest woman they hadn't paid to talk to this trip. The dress she had on was tight enough g-string left pantylines in the front, and her firm breasts struggled to stay in it. The men weren't half bad to look at either. They were both lighter skinned than Rita, but like her were Latino. She greeted them by gesturing into the room, standing to one side as they entered. After checking the hall for anyone else coming she walked toward the bed.
One of the two men was already working his belt off, while the other seemed more interested in the camera. Rita sat on the corner of the bed, and helped the first man with his fly. She reached into his pants and cupped his heavy balls in one hand through his underwear. Just from the grope Rita's mind turned to filth. Looking up to make eye contact with the man she had lost the last shred of doubt she had.
As she got his pants all the way down the other man asked, "what's with the camera?"
Rita recognized his cock from the email, and real life was no disappointment. It hung at least 10 inches, and was still mostly soft. Her hand found its way back to cupping his balls, and as she stroked it to hard she breathlessly said to the other man, "I'm filming the main event later."
