A Walk On The Wild Side
by Ann Douglas
“...and for those just joining us, you’re listening to the Arnie
Crew Show here on WKTX Talk Radio,” the twenty-five year old
woman said into the microphone. “I’m Stormy Knight, sitting in for
the ailing Arnie Crew. Our guest tonight has been Crystal McKay,
known to many of you as the First Lady of Adult Video.”
Stormy smiled at the tall fortyish redhead sitting across
from her at the console. Almost twice her age, Crystal was
dressed in jeans and a low cut white T-shirt. A shirt that barely
concealed the 40-inch breasts beneath it. Written in bright red
across her mammoth mounds was the name of her video company,
Velvet Nights.
“We’ll be right back for the call in portion of our show after
a break for News and Weather,” she ended as she looked up at the
‘On The Air’ sign over the control booth and watched in flicker off.
“And we’re clear...” called a voice from the control booth.
“Well I think it’s gone well so far,” Stormy said as she took
off her headphones. “I hope you’re enjoying yourself, Ms. McKay.”
“Honey, I’m having a ball,” the former porn star grinned,
“but what’s with this Ms. McKay crap, the name is Crystal.”
“Okay, Crystal it is,” Stormy said. "That's a beautiful name
by the way. I think it suits you very well."
"And I have to say you have an interesting name as well,"
Crystal commented. "Is that just an on air persona or did your
parents actually name you that?"
"Well my mother actually named me Rachel," Stormy
explained. "It was my dad who gave me the Stormy tag. Seems the
night I was born happened to coincide with the granddaddy of all
storms, at least in the five counties. As I grew older, my
personality seemed to be more in line with Stormy than Rachel and
the name just sort of stuck."
“Well I’m going to use this little break to powder my nose,”
Crystal said as she took off her own headphones and stood up.
Stormy didn’t have to look up to know that every guy in the
studio had just turned to look at Crystal as she walked out of the
booth. A man would have to be blind not to notice her as she
walked by. Still, they didn’t have to go about it like a bunch of
high school sophomores.
As she took a sip of her coffee, she kept a careful eye on
the wall clock that showed that they were back on in eight
minutes. She had to admit, so far, the show was going pretty good.
A lot better than she ever thought it would be when she came in
this afternoon and learned who tonight’s guest was going to be.
* * * * * * *
“Afternoon guys,” Stormy called out as she walked into the
bullpen and dropped her carry bag on the break table.
As usual, she got little response from the half dozen
members of Arnie’s Crew, as the inner staff of the radio show
were known. They were all crowded around the television set in
the corner, totally involved in what they were watching.
“It’s either the cartoon network, or some trailer park talk
show trash,” Stormy thought as she poured herself a cup of
coffee.
No matter, not even the juvenile antics of this bunch were
going to bother her today. Not when Jack Russell, the show's
executive producer had called her early this morning and told her
that Arnie was sick and would she like to host his show tonight.
Arnie Crew had one of the top rated radio shows in the tri-state
area, and although he was known to go over the edge more than
not, his fans felt he could do no wrong.
Stormy was speechless. She had been after Jack to give
her a chance on air for months, and each time he had put her off
with vague promises. The short haired blond was even more
shocked when Jack had told her that Arnie himself had suggested
that rather than round up one of the usual guest hosts, they give
her a chance.
Given Arnie’s reputation, Stormy would’ve thought that he
would have suggested that the way for her to get in front of the
mike would be for her to first take care of his mike. At least
those were the signals she was getting from him.
Stormy had started at WKTX fourteen months ago after
three years at a small radio station back in Ohio, working as a sort
of Jill of all trades. With that experience under her belt, coupled
with her degree in communications, she'd hoped to get a chance to
show what she could do.
The twenty-four year old hadn't been at the station a month
when Arnie had laid down the law. This was the big leagues here in
New York, he had told her. No matter how good she had been with
the hog reports or whatever it was she had reported back in the
sticks, it wasn't going to cut it here.
Of course if she wanted a little help, well then Arnie was
always willing to help. It was the price of that help that she
objected to. Maybe he wasn’t the prick she thought he was after
all.
So excited had she been, Stormy had hung up after saying
yes. She'd done it so fast that she had forgotten to ask who
tonight’s guest was. No matter, she would find out soon enough.
“What’s so interesting guys,” Stormy asked as she carried
her coffee over to the other side of the room, “the Coyote finally
catch up to the Roadrunner, or is it Mother’s who sleep with their
teenage daughter’s boyfriends again?”
Realizing that she was standing just behind them, two of the
Crew moved out of the way to let her see the television screen.
“Oh gross,” Stormy exclaimed as she took in the image on
the screen. “This is a low even for you guys.”
On the 19-inch screen, a twenty something year old
strawberry blond was sucking off a very well endowed black man.
Standing behind her, an equally equipped older white man was
driving his cock in and out of her shaved pussy.
“I can’t believe you people would run something like this in
the workplace,” Stormy said in an angry voice. “I’ve been a good
sport about a lot of the things that go on around here, but this
time I’m going to have to say something to Jack.”
“Hold on a second,” Tim Hill, the head writer said as he
stepped in front of the small crowd. “Before you fly off the
handle, I have to tell you that this is work related.”
“This is work related?” Stormy said unbelievingly. “I can’t
wait to hear this one. And I don’t want to hear any of that crap
about morale building or anything like that.”
“You don’t know, do you?” Tim asked.
“Know what?” Stormy replied.
“She doesn’t know,” he turned and said to the rest of The
Crew, who all seemed to be sharing a secret joke.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Stormy said, now
getting more than a little angry.
“Stormy,” Tim said with a shit-eating grin on his face, “I’d
like you to meet tonight’s guest.”
At that, all of The Crew moved out of the way, giving the
five foot four young woman an unrestricted view of the screen. On
which was a close-up of the black man coming all over the girl’s
face.
“Stormy Knight, I’d like you to meet Crystal McKay,” Tim
continued, barely managing to keep a straight face.
“You’ve got to be kidding!” Stormy said exasperated as she
watched Crystal lick the come off her lips with a nimble tongue.
A quick trip to Jack Russell’s office proved that Tim hadn’t
been kidding. Arnie had personally booked Crystal McKay on his
show. Evidently she was appearing at some local strip club this
weekend and he had promised her an appearance to publicize it.
“Well if you’d rather not do the show after all,” Jack had
said, “there’s still time for me to make a few calls and get another
host.”
“No, I’ll do it,” Stormy said, not wanting to give them the
satisfaction of seeing her turn it down.
Once down the hall and out of sight, she felt so angry that
she wanted to slam the wall with Arnie’s head. He had set her up.
It was his way of getting even with her for not responding to his
come ons. Better yet, if she had backed out of it, she could never
bother him and Jack about getting some on air time again.
Well she would show them she promised herself. She didn’t
care if this Crystal McKay, or whatever her name was, stripped and
started blowing the studio audience. She would remain a
professional all the way. Then, the next time there was an opening
in one of the radio spots; they’d be hard pressed not to give her a
chance.
* * * * * * *
“We’re back in 30 seconds.”
Stormy took a deep breath and cleared her throat.
“Welcome back to the Arnie Crew Show,” she began in her
best radio voice. “I’m Stormy Knight, sitting in for an under the
weather Arnie Crew. Our guest tonight has been Crystal McKay,
former adult actress and now CEO of Velvet Nights Video.
Welcome back Crystal.”
“Thank you, Stormy,” Crystal smiled.
“And since I know so many of you have been waiting, we’re
going to open the phone lines and take some questions for our
guest. One thing to keep in mind folks. This is the the Arnie Crew
Show and we know from time to time callers have been know to get
a little out of hand. Especially when we have such a lovely guest as
the lady sitting across from me. So we’re going to be running
tonight on a five second delay. That way, the little man in the
control booth with his finger on the button can keep the FCC happy
and us on the air.”
Stormy had to think that the finger on the button was going
to be very busy over the next half-hour. Arnie’s fans had never
been bashful about saying the first thing that popped into their
empty little heads.
“Well now that we’ve made the lawyers happy, let's take our
first call.”
As Stormy looked at the monitor screen and read the
information the booth was flashing on the callers, she hoped that
Arnie was listening to the show tonight and choking as his little
joke backfired. Not only was she doing a great job, but she was
actually finding herself liking Crystal.
It had been twenty years since the former Porn Star had
made that video The Crew had been watching. Instead of the
cheap slut Stormy had expected when she stepped into the studio,
she met instead a 43-year-old businesswoman who knew exactly
what she wanted out of life. A woman who made her own decisions
and never looked back.
“Okay we have John from the west side,” Stormy said as
she read from the monitor. “Go ahead, John.”
“Crystal, I just want to say I think your movies are the
greatest,” the middle aged voice said. “How come you stopped
making them?”
Crystal smiled and began what Stormy was sure was a
well-used answer.
“Well, John, there are a number of reasons why I retired
from the business,” she began, “at least that aspect of it. But
basically it was just a matter of it being time to move on to
something different.”
Stormy grinned at the non-answer.
“On line two we have Tim from downtown,” Stormy said as
she hit a button that disconnected John and put Tim through.
“Crystal, you have the biggest tits I’ve ever seen,” he began
as Stormy could almost hear the censor’s beep in her head as Tim’s
words went out on the air a few seconds later. “Are they real?”
Crystal laughed. Again it was obviously a question she’d
heard many times before.
“Well Tim,” the redhead replied. “I can understand your
wondering about that, with all the breast enhancements you see on
so many women these days. But I assure you, with the exception of
a few fillings in my teeth, there’s nothing on my body that I wasn’t
born with.”
So it went on for the next fifteen minutes. Some calls had
to be beeped, some were actually pretty intelligent. A rarity for
the Arnie Crew Show, Stormy thought. Through it all, Crystal gave
answers that were witty, sometimes informative and definitely
entertaining. Stormy thought she would make a great talk show
host herself.
“Crystal, I saw you dance in New York last year,” the next
caller said. “And I have to say you still have one fine body.”
“Thank you very much,” Crystal said with a touch of pride.
“I do try to stay in shape.”
“Crystal, I have copies of all your movies,” one of the last
callers said. “I think any guy would give his left nut to be with you.
I love them all, except those dyke scenes. I don’t know how you
can do stuff like that.”
“Well you know the old saying,” the former actress said,
“being bi means you have twice the chances of having a date for
Saturday Night.”
With that the call in segment of the show ended.
“I’d like to thank you all for joining us this evening,” Stormy
said as she wound up the program. “And I’d like to again wish Arnie
Crew a get well soon. We all miss you Arnie.”
The ‘On The Air’ sign went off for the last time and Stormy
gave a sigh of relief. She almost choked at the end wishing Arnie a
get well soon. Just before air time, she'd found out that Arnie
wasn’t really sick. He was just shacked up for a long weekend with
two of his groupies.
“I'd like to personally thank you for appearing on the show,”
Stormy said to Crystal as they rose from their seats. “I know you
would’ve rather have appeared with Arnie instead of a third
stringer like me.”
“Honey, trust me, you’re no third stringer,” the tall redhead
said as she stood to her full five foot nine. “I’d rather be
interviewed by someone like you than a lowlife bastard like Arnie
Crew anyday. If it wasn’t for the fact that he had the highest
rated show in the city I wouldn’t come within 50 feet of him.”
Stormy smiled, both at the compliment as well as Crystal’s
assessment of Arnie Crew. She couldn’t have said it better
herself.
“Listen, before you go,” Stormy said to Crystal as they
walked out of the room, “would you like a cup of coffee or
something?”
“That sounds fine, as long as we can get away from our
audience,” Crystal said, indicating the steady stream of wagging
tongues that were following them down the halls.
At five four with a 34B bust, the pixie haired radio host
knew those stares weren’t for her. Still, just for a moment, it was
nice to imagine they were. Then the moment faded.
“There’s a nice coffee shop around the corner,” Stormy
suggested, “with some private booths in the back.”
“This is much better,” Crystal said as they settled into the
last booth in the row. “As much as I normally love all the attention,
sometimes I do like a little privacy now and then.”
“I guess it must be difficult at times,” Stormy mused as she
ordered two coffees from the dark haired waitress. She couldn’t
help but notice that even the young woman standing in front of
their table took a moment to look over Crystal’s oversized breasts.
“With all those things you talked about during the interview, Adult
Film Star, an Internet Adult Video business, and going around the
country dancing in clubs. You’ve got to be every guy's fantasy.”
“I guess so," the older woman laughed. "And from some of
the mail, quite a few women too."
"I guess so," Stormy said, remembering that Crystal had
mentioned she was bisexual during the interview.
"Still, there are times when I really hate these things,”
Crystal said, indicating her large breasts. “It gets tiring after a
while when people keep talking to your boobs rather than you.”
“Well if you’d like to get rid of them for a weekend or two,
I’d be happy to take care of them for you,” Stormy said, glancing
down at her own small breasts.
“I don’t know why,” Crystal said, “I think you have beautiful
breasts.”
Stormy blushed for a moment at the mention of her own
mounds.
“Oh I’ve embarrassed you,” Crystal said as she apologized.
“I’m sorry. It’s just that in most of the circles I travel in,
conversations about breasts and other body parts comes pretty
natural. Sort of like shop talk you could say.”
"It’s okay,” Stormy said as their coffee arrived. “I’m not
embarrassed -- really. It just took me by surprise, that's all.”
“I’m glad.” Crystal said as she took a sip of her cup.
“If anything, I’d love to travel in your circles for once. Be
the center of attention for a night. Step outside the limits that
everyone expects me to stay in.”
“Do you really mean that?” Crystal asked, her eyes opening
wide.
“Yes.”
“Well, I’ll tell you what,” the older woman said as she leaned
forward and spoke in a quiet conspiratorial tone. “I'm having a
little get together later tonight over at the Grand Hyatt. A party
for people in the industry to celebrate a new video line we're
coming out with. If you're really curious, you're welcome to come.”
“I’d love that,” Stormy gushed.
Crystal just smiled.
Pulling her coat tight against the night chill, Stormy stepped
out of her cab in front of the Grand Hyatt. It had been a quick
trip home from the radio station, just enough time to shower and
change into something appropriate. Crystal had told her just to
come up to Penthouse B and give her name at the door.
A sense of excitement, coming on top of the rush she still
felt from the radio show, filled Stormy as she pressed the bell to
Penthouse B. She wasn’t sure what she expected behind the door.
A few vivid images filled her imagination. Hordes of naked bodies
rolling on the floor. Lines of women on their knees giving blowjobs.
Or maybe even just a massive gangbang.
The door opened and she faced a tall muscular blond dressed
in a form fitting black T-shirt and slacks. He looked her over for a
moment and then asked if he could help her. Stormy felt a little
intimidated by what she concluded must be a combination doorman
and bouncer.
“I’m a friend of Crystal McKay,” Stormy said, wondering if
she was about to find herself tossed out on her ass.
“Oh yeah,” the bouncer said in a voice that made her wonder
about his sexual orientation. “She left word that a friend would be
stopping by. Come on in, she’s in here somewhere.”
Whatever erotic fantasies Stormy might have had a few
moments before, popped like a soap bubble when she stepped into
the room. It looked like any other cocktail party. Maybe the
women were a little more gorgeous, their outfits a bit more daring,
but for the most part it was no different that the last party she
attended at the station.
Taking a glass of champagne from one of the tuxedoed
waiters, Stormy moved about the large room. Many of the men and
women there were undoubtedly porn stars. Not that she would
recognize any of them by sight. What really surprised her was the
number of people she recognized from the sports world as well as
the more conventional film industry.
“Excuse me,” said a rather good-looking young man who
came up to Stormy. “Weren’t you in ‘Star Whores - The Prequel?”
“Excuse me?” Stormy asked.
“Star Whores,” he repeated. “Didn’t you play Queen
Imadildo?”
“Yeah, that was me,” Stormy replied after thinking about it
for a moment and deciding what the hell, why not have a little fun.
“Awesome,” he said. “That was one truly awesome flick. I
couldn’t believe how you took on Obi Boni and his 14 inch
lightsaber. Now that was acting.”
“Thank you,” Stormy said, almost afraid to wonder what she
was supposed to have done with that 14 inches. “If you’ll excuse
me, I’m looking for a friend.”
“Sure, I’ll catch you later,” he said as he moved off in
search of other stars.
Stormy moved about a bit more, chatting with a few other
people. She had to say she was having a good time.
“Stormy honey, there you are,” she heard a familiar voice
call out.
The twenty-five year old turned to see her hostess emerge
from a crowd of beautiful men and women. Crystal was dressed in
a very low cut red gown that displayed more than covered her
ample breasts. In a room of beautiful women, all eyes turned to
watch her entrance.
"I'm so happy that you came," Crystal said as she moved
right up to the younger woman and kissed her cheek. "I do hope
that you're enjoying yourself."
"Yes, it's been quite interesting to say the least," the pixie
haired woman smiled.
"Well there are some people that you simply have to meet,"
Crystal said as she took Stormy's arm and led her through the
crowd.
One of the people Crystal introduced her to turned out to be
Craig Morgan, the actor who played Obi Boni. The dark haired, six
foot two twenty-nine year old, turned out to be as personable as
he was handsome. During their brief chat before Crystal pulled
her away to meet someone else, Stormy kept dropping her gaze
down between his legs in search of the 14inch lightsaber. She felt
a little embarrassed when she realized what she had been doing.
It was almost as if she'd been one of the guys back at the station
checking out Crystal's bust.
Once out of earshot, she mentioned her embarrassment to
Crystal. The older woman couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't worry about it honey," she grinned. "It's a natural
reaction. I'm sure he thought nothing of it, if he even gave it any
mind. Women have just as much right to be curious as any man."
"I guess so," Stormy said, feeling a little better.
""But let me tell you," Crystal added. "Don't believe all that
studio bull about him being 14 inches and all."
"I thought that might be just a little bit exaggerated,"
Stormy said.
"I've had more than a few first hand and up close views of
it," Crystal grinned mischievously. "And trust me, it's no more
than 10 inches - tops!"
Stormy wasn't sure if she should feel shocked at Crystal's
bold statement, or envious. Fortunately, the older woman was
already introducing her to a tall black woman wearing a dark blue
dress. Obi Boni's saber moved to the back of her mind, but not too
far back.
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, Crysatl 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.
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