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A Walk On The Wild Side
by Ann Douglas
(ann_douglas@hotmail.com)
Thanks once again to Mordmorgan who helps find and
correct my by now traditional grammatical errors. Any
that are left are my fault not his.
Part Two
As the night wore on, becoming more the
early hours of the next day, the party began to
wear down. More and more people said their
good-byes and started to leave. In the end, it had
been like any other industry party Stormy had
been to. Fun in some aspects, quite boring and
ordinary in others. Checking her watch, the
young woman decided it was time to find her
hostess and say her own goodnight. Or good
morning as the case might be.
Even with the absence of a large number
of people who had since left the party, Stormy
was having trouble finding Crystal among the
smaller crowd. Finally, one of the other guests
mentioned that she had seen Crystal go into one of
the bedrooms in the back of the suite.
Stormy made her way down the long
hallway, passing a few people engaged in
conversation in the quieter passageway. She
arrived at the the room the woman had indicated
and gently tapped on the door. When she got no
response, Stormy tried the knob and felt it turn in
her hand.
Quietly she opened the door, intending to
just say a quick goodbye to Crystal, thanking her
for a quite interesting evening. If she found her
hostess asleep, a possibility since she had been on
the go all day before the party, she would just
excuse herself and write her a nice thank you note
instead.
"Crystal ... ?" she said softly as she
opened the door and stepped partly inside.
She took a second step inside as her eyes
quickly adjusted to the light of a single lamp on
the night table. Crystal was awake all right, and
she wasn't alone.
"Omigod!" the younger woman gasped.
Crystal was spread across the bed, down
on her knees and elbows. The red gown she had
worn to the party earlier was nowhere to be seen,
leaving her as naked as Stormy had seen her on
the videotape in the office. Those two large
mounds which had drawn so much attention back
at the radio station, now bounced back and forth,
swaying with the movement of her body.
Kneeling behind her, equally naked, was
Craig Morgan. Stormy gasped as she got her own
up close and personal look at Craig's lightsaber.
Well as much of a look as she could get in the dim
light before he buried it again in Crystal's waiting
pussy.
Crystal turned her head at the sound of
Stormy's outburst. Even in the dim light, she
could see the look of shock on her guest's face.
Crystal quickly disengaged herself from Craig and
swung off the bed.
"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," the older
woman said, not attempting to cover herself. "I
guess I should've locked that door."
"No, it's okay," Stormy replied, quickly
regaining much of her composure. "After all, it's
your house... I mean apartment ... or suite or ...
whatever. I'm the one who should be apologizing,
just walking in like I did."
"Then we both apologize," Crystal
laughed softly as she placed a hand on Stormy's
shoulder.
With Crystal standing just a foot away,
Stormy couldn't help but take in every aspect of
the older woman's large breasts. A view that
every guy back at the station would've killed for.
A soft cough from the direction of the bed
shifted her gaze to a view that most of the women
back at the station might have killed for as well.
Craig Morgan did indeed have the biggest cock
Stormy had ever seen in her life. Just the crown
of it looked wide enough to split her open. Fully
erect, it looked like a small baseball bat.
Remembering what she had interrupted,
Stormy suddenly felt very much out of place.
"I just wanted to say goodnight," she
managed to stammer. "I'll just get out of here and
leave you to your .... fun," she added as she
searched for the right word.
She started to turn to leave, then realized
that Crystal's hand was still on her shoulder. She
turned her head back again to find a look of
amusement on her hostess's face.
"Before you go, do you remember what
you said when we were having coffee earlier?"
Crystal asked.
"What?" a confused Stormy asked.
"Coffee?" she tried to remember.
"You said you'd love to be the center of
attention for once," Crystal reminded her. "To
step outside the limits."
"I remember," Stormy said. "But what
does that have to do with...."
"Well I'm just saying that maybe, just for
once, you'd like to do something totally out of
what people see as your character. Maybe
something totally outrageous."
Stormy suddenly realized where Crystal's
suggestion was going as she felt the press of the
naked woman's body against her own.
"I've never ..."
"And you probably never will again,"
Crystal interjected. "But once in your life, don't
you want to be able to say to yourself, that you
had a chance to step out of that circle and you
took it."
Stormy's eyes went back and forth
between the two naked adult stars. If she wanted
to live a fantasy, she would never get a better
chance. Or better partners than the people in this
room. All of her life, she had tried to make her
decisions after calm rational thought. This was a
choice, however, to be made more by the wetness
she felt between her legs.
In the end, it was no contest. Stormy
couldn't let this opportunity pass. For at least one
night in her life, she wanted to be one of the bad
girls and have it all.
"Do you want to join us?" Crystal asked
softly.
Stormy looked at Craig, now sitting on the
edge of the bed, then back at Crystal. She took a
deep breath, considered her decision one last time
and then simply said,"Yes."
Crystal's face positively beamed at the
answer. She had been attracted to the young
woman since the moment she'd met her at the
radio station. The situation hadn't been planned,
but it was too good not to take advantage of.
And her whole life had been a series of taking
advantage of opportunities. Yet, even the
experienced woman was surprised at what Stormy
did next.
Acting on long buried lusts suddenly
released by her simple yes, Stormy reached out
and put her arms around Crystal's neck. With
surprising strength, she pulled her closer and
pressed her lips against Crystal's.
The unexpected kiss took Crystal by
surprise for but a moment, then she quickly
responded in kind. She pressed her tongue
between Stormy's open lips, finding the softness of
its counterpart. Crystal brought up her hands and
cupped Stormy's breasts through her dress. Her
fingers could feel the younger woman's nipples
growing hard beneath the material.
"Why don't we get you a little more
comfortable," Crystal suggested as she unzipped
the back of Stormy's dress.
Stormy became aware that Craig was now
also at her side. She reached down and took his
oversized cock in her hand, marveling in both its
size and hardness. Gently she ran her fingers up
and down its length, wondering what it would
actually feel like inside of her.
Crystal slid down the top of Stormy's dress
until it was around her waist. The older woman
leaned over and kissed one of her braless mounds,
using her tongue to cover the small dark nipple
with a warm wetness. Craig followed his
sometime co-star's lead and did the same to
Stormy's other breast.
Closing her eyes to savor the twin caress
of their tongues, the young woman would've been
hard pressed to say which of her new lovers was
better at what they were doing. Each had years of
practice with an assortment of partners. In the
end, however, all she really cared about at this
moment was that they didn't stop.
After a while, they did stop, but what
happened next eased any disappointment that
Stormy might have felt. Crystal led Stormy over
to the bed and helped her all the way out of her
dress. With a practiced skill, the redhead quickly
helped the girl out of the rest of her clothing as
well. Stormy hadn't had anyone take her panties
off with such ease since Bobby Parker in junior
year of high school.
Crystal positioned Stormy on the bed so
that she was down on all fours, much like Crystal
had been when she walked in on her. Parting the
younger woman's cheeks, Crystal began to probe
the sensitive area between with her tongue. It was
the first time anyone had ever touched Stormy in
quite that way. A touch she quickly concluded
she could get use to.
The veteran porn star continued her oral
exam, shifting her body so that her head was now
between Stormy's legs and facing the soft blond
mound that covered her womanhood. Reaching
up with two fingers, she parted the walls of the
blond's sex, allowing an easy access for her
tongue.
"Oh damn, that feels good," Stormy said
as she felt the soft wetness slide inside of her.
So good was the feeling permeating her
body from Crystal's oral ministrations, Stormy
almost forgot all about Craig. He had been
watching the two women, giving them a chance to
become comfortable with each other. Once he
saw that Crystal was well on her way, he moved
to get back into the action.
Stormy looked up to see Craig's enormous
cock standing erect only an inch from her face.
She kissed the head of it, rolling her tongue across
its diameter as she did. While she had her share of
lovers in her life, never had she seen a cock that
big. At least not one made of flesh and blood
instead of plastic. She had some doubt about how
much of it she could handle. Still, emboldened by
the excitement of the situation, as well as the
pleasing effects of Crystal's tongue, the
twenty-five year old planned to give it her best
effort.
Craig's manhood filled Stormy's mouth as
she tried to take as much of it as she could.
Carefully, he slid the head of his cock back and
forth into her mouth, giving her a little more of its
length each time. Stormy used her darting tongue
as much as possible, relying more on instinct than
anything else. It was impossible for her to really
concentrate on giving a first class blowjob while
on the receiving end of an even more first class
cunt-licking.
The cocksmith didn't seem to mind, being
more intent on Stormy's pleasure than his own. It
was enough for him to let Stormy explore his
impressive manhood at her leisure.
Stormy wasn't sure how long all of this
had gone on, but it seemed like hours since
Crystal had started on her pussy. That and the
sweet taste of cock in her mouth was enough to
put her in a state of almost perpetual arousal.
Again, it was Crystal who took control of
the situation and had them change positions once
more. Stormy was now on her back as the older
woman moved up as to kneel with her legs on
each side of the blond's face. With her host's red
bush close enough for Stormy to inhale its
fragrance, she realized it was time for her to have
her first taste of another woman.
With a skill nowhere near that which she
had just been the beneficiary of, Stormy
nevertheless set out on her task with exuberance.
What she lacked in experience, she at least partly
made up for with ardor. Whatever her
shortcomings as a pussy licker, Crystal didn't seem
to mind as she enjoyed Stormy's maiden attempt.
As absorbed as she was in her first
experience with cunnilingus, Stormy would've had
to be dead not to have been immediately aware of
the sudden pressure against the walls of her pussy.
Holding his gigantic shaft with both hands, Craig
rubbed the tip of it against the entrance to her
womanhood, covering it with the lubricating
juices that Crystal's earlier efforts had produced.
The young woman gasped as she felt Craig
slip partly into her, feeling her sugar walls stretch
to accommodate his size. Long experienced with
women who'd never had a lover as endowed as he
was, Craig took his time in penetrating her pussy.
Bit by bit, he moved back and forth, allowing
feelings of discomfort to give way to those of
enjoyment.
"Just relax, baby," Crystal whispered to
Stormy in encouragement. "Let your body get
used to it."
After a little while longer, Stormy was
greatly surprised to find that her body did just
that. Never would she have imagined she could've
handled a man Craig's size. Yet here she was,
taking almost his full measure within her. A
quantity that was bringing an enjoyment that
equaled its magnitude.
Crystal had again shifted position since it
was impossible for Stormy to concentrate on
anything else once Craig had filled her with his
maleness. She sat alongside the younger woman,
massaging her small breasts with hand, mouth and
tongue. Once Stormy was totally relaxed, Crystal
lowered her own breasts to a point where the
blond could kiss them, taking the large nipples in
her mouth and sucking on them deeply.
Craig continued to furiously pump away at
Stormy, sending her further and further down the
road to climax. A road that seemed to become
shorter with each stroke. A road that came to a
sudden, abrupt stop as an orgasmic frenzy
suddenly gripped her body.
Crystal smothered Stormy's face with her
mammoth mounds, feeling the trembling of her
body through her supple flesh. Her talented
fingers had been stroking her own womanhood,
finishing the job that Stormy had begun. The
climax of which followed the younger woman's by
brief seconds.
If not the best orgasm of her life, Stormy
had to say it was the most exciting. Coming as it
did through the efforts of both a man and woman.
Just before his own climax, Craig pulled
his cock from Stormy and exploded instead over
both Crystal and Stormy. White droplets splashed
over both their bodies, mixing with the sweat and
nectars of their own orgasms. Her face speckled
with white spots, Crystal leaned over and kissed
Stormy, her tongue helping to clean the younger
woman's face. Stormy was quick to return the
favor in turn. Hoepfully later,she thought, she
would be able to thank Crystal more properly.
Now spent, Craig crawled up and dropped
between them, pulling both of them close and
sharing their tongues as well. They continued to
stroke each, their bodies intertwined in the
aftermath of their passion as they savored the
warmth of still hot flesh. It would be a long time
before any of them found the desire to move.
Stormy was all smiles when she walked
into the offices of WKTX early Monday morning.
There was a confident stride in her step that hadn't
been there on Friday.
"Morning Mary," Stormy said to the
receptionist as she picked up her messages.
"Good morning, Stormy," the twenty-two
year old blond smiled back. "How was your
weekend?"
"Oh it was fine," Stormy said
noncommittally as she flipped through her
messages.
"Anything interesting happen?" Mary
asked.
Stormy paused before answering.
"You might say that," she thought. "I
spent most of the weekend in the sack with two
porn stars, doing more than I could've ever
imagined in my wildest fantasies."
Instead, she said with a knowing smile,
"Nothing out of the ordinary, just a quiet
weekend with some new friends."
"That's nice," Mary said, her attention
already turning back to the papers she had been
working on. "Oh, Jack said he wanted to see you
when you came in. He's in his office right now."
"Hmmm, I wonder what that's all about?"
Stormy wondered as she walked down the hall.
"Jack, you wanted to see me?" Stormy
asked as she knocked on the open door to the
executive producer's office.
"Stormy, come on in," Jack Russell said in
a voice too friendly to make the young woman
anything but suspicious. "Arnie and I were just
talking about you."
"I bet!" Stormy thought as she stepped
inside and took the empty seat next to Arnie
Crew."
"Nice to see you feeling better, Arnie,"
Stormy said as she sat down.
"What?" the host of Arnie's Crew said.
"Oh yeah, thanks. It's amazing what a little
weekend relaxation will do for you."
"So I've been told," she grinned.
"I wanted to tell you what a great job you
did filling in for Arnie on Friday," Jack said as he
walked around the desk. "In fact, we've already
gotten quite a bit of listener feedback about the
show."
"Really?" Stormy said. "Positive or
negative?"
"Definitely positive," Jack said. "So much
in fact that we're thinking it might be worth giving
you that chance you've been constantly asking
for."
"You're joking," she said.
"No, I'm serious," Jack said, his voice
now reflecting all business. "Donna Wilson's
contract is up at the end of the month and we've
decided not to renew it. We'd like you to be her
replacement."
"My own show ..." Stormy whispered to
herself too low for either of them to hear. The
very thought was enough to make her feel a little
lightheaded.
"Congratulations, Stormy," Arnie chimed
in, his well wishes sounding as fake as his
compliments.
"Wait a minute," Stormy said, feeling that
things might be going just a little too fast. "What
kind of show are we talking about here. I couldn't
do what Arnie here does. That's just not me."
"No, no, we don't want you to try and be
Arnie," Jack explained. "God knows the world
isn't ready for two of him. We just want you to be
you."
"And what would the format of the show
be?" she asked cautiously.
A long silence filled the room. Stormy
knew there had to be some sort of catch to the
offer.
"Let's have it, Jack," she said. "What is it
about the show that I'm not going to like."
"Well," he began hesitantly, "we'd like
the show to be a continuation of the sort of thing
you did Friday."
"I don't understand," Stormy said.
"It would be a show where you would
interview people out there on the edge," Jack
explained. "People in the adult industry, that sort
of thing. We considered the idea before, but
really couldn't find a way to present a show like
that without it being too raunchy and at the same
time still interesting enough that people would
want to tune in."
"And it would be my show," Stormy
asked. "To run the way I want. To book the
guests I wanted to interview."
"Oh course," Jack said, "you might need
some help in the beginning. To get the sort of
guests the show would need. Arnie here might be
able to help with that."
"How about Craig Morgan?" Stormy
suggested. "You think he'd make a good first
guest?"
"Obi Boni himself? That would be great!"
Jack exclaimed. "But I don't even think Arnie
could get him to appear on his show."
"You let me worry about getting him on
the show," Stormy grinned. "Arnie's not the only
one with connections."
The producer wasn't sure what to make of
Stormy's claim, but was sure she wouldn't make it
if she couldn't back it up. Arnie on the other hand
was sure she would fall flat on her face. Despite
his offered help, he wasn't exactly happy about
how Stormy had turned his practical joke into a
golden opportunity.
"Well, then I guess all we need is a name
for the show then?" Jack said, a broad smile on
his face.
"How about," Stormy suggested, "how
about calling it ... A Walk On The Wild Side."
"I like it," Jack said. "I think it's perfect."
As they settled down to discuss the more
mundane aspects of the show, Stormy leaned back
and thought just how interesting this show was
really going to be.
END
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