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"Ah, Ah, Uh, Uhh, Uhhhhh, Uhhh, Yes, Uh, Uhhhhh..."

Allison bit her lip and prayed to god the person on the other end of the phone couldn't hear her moaning. She squirmed in her chair and using her free hand, tried to push Jeff's head between her thighs away. Oh god, his tongue was--"Oh god!"

She still couldn't believe his nerve! She was at work of all places! Two days ago she had been transferred from the main reception desk in the front lobby to an agent's private office. Her employers had complimented her on the great job she'd been doing and promoted her to secretary of one of the agency's newer agents. She'd been glad of the privacy the new office gave her until Jeff had walked in half an hour ago to take her out to lunch....or bed, whichever came first.

"I can't," she'd told him firmly. "My new boss is out to lunch, so I have to man the phones until he gets back. He's expecting a very important call."

Besides, she was still too unsettled after what had happened last week--making the porn movie with Kent--to want to encourage Jeff's attention in any way now. What was she saying? She'd NEVER wanted to encourage his attentions! Dammit. She'd been working overtime to avoid him since that day on the "movie set," and had actually managed to put him off completely yesterday. If she stood firm, maybe he would leave her alone altogether!

Just then, the phone rang, and turning her back firmly on Jeff, she answered, "Jerry Colton's office."

Jeff had clenched his jaw and made a decision to teach this bitch a lesson. She thought she could run hot and cold with him, did she? Turning, he shut and locked the door behind him. Allison's eyes grew wide with apprehension as she watched him approach her like a cat stalking its prey. Jeff leaned over her, rolled her chair backwards away from her desk and then slowly, casually shrugged out of his jacket until it fell to the floor behind his feet. She tried to roll her chair away as he took his time getting down on his knees in front of her. Allison looked at him sternly warningly, but Jeff simply smiled and lowered his hands to her knees. With a shove, he pushed her knees apart and slid one hand beneath the hem of her skirt, exploring her bare thighs.

Allison stammered into the phone, "Y-yes, m'am, that's correct" as she tried to push her knees back together.

As seductively as possible, Jeff lifted one of her legs and began slipping her heels off, then started kissing her ankle, shin, knee... gradually making his way up from her knee to the juncture of her thighs. Allison's voice started wavering and her free hand dropped to Jeff's head, holding him still. For long seconds, she held his head there, safely only a few inches from her moist cunt. Smiling, thinking he could have her in a matter of seconds if he wanted--did she really think she could resist him?-- Jeff turned his head and continued to lick her bare thigh, reaching as close as he could to her pussy.

"Yes, of course. I-I will take a note of th-that, Mrs. Hoffman," Allison said and after an obvious mental struggle, had no choice but to release her hold on his head to reach for a pen and paper. Jeff moved in for the kill, reaching up and grabbing her panties and ripping them off in one move even as he spread her pussy lips wide with his fingers. One long finger slid inside her love hole, discovering her slick arousal. Jeff licked his lips and lowered his head, sliding his tongue in slowly. Allison squirmed with unwanted delight and, as his tongue found her clit, she tossed her head back and let out a little scream. As his tongue explored her pussy, she began squirming in her seat, trying her best to hold the phone without embarassing herself.

"Ah, Ah, Uh, Uhh, Uhhhhh, Uhhh, Yes, Uh, Uhhhhh..." Allison struggled to remember what the woman on the other end had said, then realized the woman had to know something was going on here. "I'm soo sorry, Mrs. Hoffman. I'm coming down...with a terrible cold. Please..ah, .excuse me. Ah, god," she gasped, and lay back in her chair, thinking how desperately she needed to get the woman off the phone, or stop Jeff before he gave her away. She couldn't believe she was doing this, letting Jeff eat her out at work, knowing her new boss could walk in at any time.

She struggled to take notes, feeling his long, thick tongue snake into her pussy, and repeatedly lick against her sensitive clit. She barely managed the task before cumming, biting her lip hard as she bit back her moan of pleasure. Leaning forward, pressing the phone tight to her ear with one hand while clutching at the pen and sheets of paper with the other, she felt her hips bucking into Jeff's face as his tongue picked up the pace a little inside her juicy cunt. "Yes, m'am. Ahhhh ha. I will give him the message," she barely managed to say clearly as she struggled to get a grip on the fiery feelings racing through her loins. Reaching down one last time, she tried again to push Jeff's face away from her privates.

Her struggling was only turning Jeff on more, and out of pure meanness, he munched down harder, moving his tongue back and forth from her clit to her pussy, trying to make her scream. The look of concentration on her face was becoming more and more intense as his tongue explored the inside of her vagina. "No, m'am, I'm not sure when he'll be back in the OFFICE!" Her voice raised as she managed to get the last word out. Putting her hand over the mouthpiece, she moaned, "Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, god, Jeff, that feels so good!"

Allison realized her hips were moving in rhythm with Jeff's tongue now. She was just to the point where she didn't think she could hold back any longer; her face red with lust and strain, her teeth clenched, and her knuckles turning white gripping the phone so hard, when she felt Jeff pull his tongue out of her pussy. With a sigh of mingled relief and dismay, Allison heard the older woman rambling about contracts and a need to speak to Jerry as soon as possible.

Jeff, who had long since freed his cock from his jeans, suddenly reared up and placed his thick, black cock right at the entrance to her exposed white cunt. He gently pressed it against her pussy lips, smiling as she frantically shook her head NO. Lowering himself onto her, pressing his lips firmly against her free ear, not yet entering her with his cock, Jeff whispered, "I am going to fuck you now, baby. I am going to fuck you harder than anyone ever has before, and I'm gonna slip this thick cock in your married pussy while you're talking to a client on the phone!"

Shaking her head no, Allison felt his hands grip her hips, pull her ass to the edge of the chair, and then his cock easily slide into her drenched hole. His balls pushed against her opening a second later, and her hips, betraying her thoughts, began slowly moving back and forth against his pelvis.

"Ummm-hmmm," she murmured into the phone, then covered it with her hand long enough to pant and gasp and say, "Oh god!" before pushing it back under her mouth and lying, "I've...got to...go, Mrs. Hoffman. There's another call."

With a naughty smile, Jeff leaned close to her other ear and suggested, "Why don't you tell her someone's cumming?"

"Ahhh, yes, ah, I'll give him the, ah, message," Allison managed, then barely managed to disconnect the call. Dropping the receiver on the desk, Allison grabbed at Jeff's arms, lying back in the chair and guiltily enjoying his big, black cock inside her. Desperately hoping noone was listening, she released all her pent up screams and moans at once. "Ah, Ah, Yes, fuck me!! That feels so good!! Ah, Ah, Ahhhh, Ahhhhhh, Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!! Oh god, Jeff!"

She wrapped her legs around his hips as he grabbed her blouse and tore it open and then practically ripped off her bra too. Leaning down, his cock pumping in and out of her juicy cunt, he almost swallowed one breast whole between his hungry lips, causing her back to arch and push up into him. Grabbing her hands, he pinned them, palms up, at her sides and began to ride her hard, feeling the chair scoot back on each thrust until it was bumping against the wall with constant thuds. "Ah, Ah, Uh, Uhh, Uhhhhh, Uhhh, YES, YES, Uh, Uhhhhh!" Her moans continued to increase as Jeff's cock pounded in and out of her pussy. He half hoped someone in the next office was listening. The thought thrilled and spurred him on, and with a few more frantic lunges, he flooded her thirsty cunt with long, deep squirts of his potent cum.

He held himself tight to her for a few minutes, letting her trembling muscles milk his cock of every last drop of cum. When he finally pulled back, his cock slid out of her cunt with a sloppy pop, and he smiled wickedly as he pushed his now-limp cock back into his pants. Allison really looked like a white slut, laying there in her chair, her legs spread out, her skirt pushed up to her hips, cum leaking out of her pussy, and her bare breasts heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

He licked his lips, considering another fuck before he left, but she was beginning to realize what she'd done and straighten her clothes. Jeff smiled and laughed, then reached into his jacket and pulled out a small box. He tossed it on her lap and watched the horror spread across her face as she realized what it was.

"A-a home pregnancy test?"

"Shit yeah. Don't you think it's time we celebrated the fact you're nestling my black baby in this fine belly here," he taunted, leaning over to caress her bare midriff lovingly. Allison gasped and immediately pushed him away.

With a laugh, he picked up her ripped panties and bra, considered offering them to her, but on second thought stuffed them into his pocket. "Hope you enjoyed your lunch, baby," he told her, and without another word, he opened the door and left.

Allison watched him leave and felt tears prick her eyes, even as she struggled to pick herself up and redo her blouse. She stared at the pregnancy kit in horror, then quickly pushed it into her purse so no one would see it. But out of sight wasn't out of mind, and she counted the minutes until quitting time with a new apprehension now...

***

Allison hadn't been home from work long when the doorbell rang. She was sure it was Jeff, come to demand another quick blowjob or fuck before he rushed off to teach his latest class. Hell, maybe he just wanted to brag about the pregnancy test he'd given her, and which she'd been too afraid to use yet. Remembering the repercussions this afternoon of denying him, she didn't dare not answer the door. She was surprised to find Lisa standing there instead, looking fit and healthy and slightly tan.

"Oh my god!" Allison cried, and broke down into sobs before Lisa could say one word. The redhead simply closed the door and gathered her fragile friend in her arms, offering a hug for comfort and support.

Once Allison was calmed down, Lisa guided her to the couch, and sat down beside her. "Well, I guess that answers my first question. You've already seen the tape too, huh?"

Allison blinked in shock. The tape? It had been over a week since Jeff had shown her the tape of their gangbang. Since then, she'd starred in a porn movie and been ganged again. And Lisa was only worried about that one tape! God...

"Where have you been?" Allison demanded. "I thought you hated me!"

"You won't believe what happened," Lisa told her. "When I made it home the morning after...well you know...after the party, my boyfriend had been waiting up. He took one look at me, then realized I had another guy's cum in my pussy and went crazy. We had an awful fight and he kicked me out, and the only place I knew I could go was my cousin's in San Francisco. I called in my vacation time while I went there and figured out what I was going to do."

"You could've stayed here," Allison cried, feeling awful for her friend. "Michael wouldn't have minded."

"Yeah, and risk breaking up your marriage when he found out what had happened? I don't think so. You're my friend, Allison. I didn't want to cause any more trouble for you."

She was grateful, despite wishing she could have helped Lisa in return. "Well, how did you see the tape then?"

"Are you k**ding? Jeff mailed a copy to my old place. My boyfriend forwarded it to my cousin's, and thank god she didn't open it. There was a nasty note attached from Jeff, saying that he expected me to be 'extra nice' to him so the tape wouldn't 'accidentally' get sent to my bosses. Geez, what a sleeze. I take it he did the same to you?"

Allison nodded, then decided to come clean with her friend. She told Lisa everything, from that first night when Jeff had first seduced her to every dirty experience since. She figured Lisa would get angry and accuse her of dragging her into the mess for no reason. But thankfully, Lisa only looked shocked.

"And I used to think Jeff was a good guy. I am sooooo sorry Allison. If I'd never gotten you to join his class, none of this would have happened."

"I was stupid to fall for his act. But it gets even worse," Allison added. "I think...well, I could be pregnant. I haven't had my period since that first time with Jeff. Oh, god, Lisa, what am I going to do?"

Again, Lisa looked shocked, then rallied around her, trying to look on the bright side. "Are you sure it wouldn't be Michael's?"

"That's just it. If I am pregnant, I suppose there's a slight chance it could be Michael's. I don't know. I just know I can't have an abortion. I can't take that chance."

"Well, you'll have to think of a way to tell him the truth then. After all, we were both d**gged that night. There's a good argument for **** there. Surely Michael will understand that. He doesn't have to know about the other times."

"No! He would never understand. Please, Lisa, there's got to be another way. I just want to get Jeff out of my life. Then I'll handle dealing with my husband."

Lisa stared in sympathy at her friend. There was no getting around telling him the truth eventually, especially since the baby Allison was probably carrying was also probably black, but Lisa knew her friend was too emotionally unstable to handle that fact right now. Lisa felt a stab of anger everytime she thought of Jeff taking advantage of Allison's naiveté. He would have never been able to pull any of that shit with Lisa. He sure as hell better not try either.

"Well, when I was in San Francisco, I spent a lot of time reading the papers, trying to find a new apartment and maybe a new job. Anyway, I came across something interesting. Thought you might like to see it." She pulled out a folded cut-out article from the society section and handed it to Allison. "The sick bastard is getting married. Even worse, he's getting married to Tanya Hamilton. You know, the singer? Her dad is loaded too. He owns that huge recording label."

Allison read the piece on the page about Jeff's engagement and felt sick. She'd never even realized he had a girlfriend, the bastard.

"You know what this means, don't you?"

Allison shook her head. Lisa stood up and began pacing. "If he wants to fuck with us, fine. We'll fuck right back. We'll just send that tape to Tanya what's-her-name and see how long she stays engaged to a bastard like him. If that doesn't work, we'll take it to a TV station. I'm sure one of those tabloid news shows would love a piece about her perverted, blackmailing fiancé."

Allison loved the idea of getting revenge, only there was one major problem. "Yeah, but you never see Jeff's face on the tape. You just see his body, and he'll be able to argue his way out of it, I'm sure. Besides, you see OUR faces. I don't want to risk it getting in the hands of people I know."

"Are you sure it doesn't show Jeff's face?" Allison felt her cheeks flush as she nodded. She'd devoured every detail, every scene in the video and knew for certain Jeff was never seen. "Damn," Lisa murmured. "Well, there's got to be another way. What about the, um, you know...the porn flick you made. Is Jeff in it too?"

Allison shook her head, mortified to be admitting she'd had to fuck yet another man. She'd even been expressed a rough cut of the movie yesterday...it was called The Masked Fuck. She had been credited simply as the same (not her real name, thank goodness), and her costars had been listed as Rock Hard and Kent Steele. She hadn't watched it. She'd tossed it in the garbage down an alley, so afraid of what the tape would show.

"Damn!" Lisa continued to pace. She knew there had to be a way to get Jeff out of both of their lives. She was tempted to press **** charges, but Lisa had seen the video, and she knew, even though she'd been d**gged, she'd enjoyed what had happened to her. So had Allison. They could hardly cry ****. Going to the police would only cause them both a lot of embarrassment. If only Jeff had been on that video....if only they had some incriminating evidence on him, just as he did on them. And then to think the sick bastard had blackmailed Allison into doing an actual porn flick? To add insult to injury he was now probably going to make a fortune off her, when she did all the work!

Lisa stopped pacing as an idea began to form in her mind. Really, how hard would it be for them to get incriminating evidence on Jeff, and maybe, just maybe, make a little money off of him? He kept tormenting poor Allison with his sexual appetite, so all they'd have to do is set up a secret camera the next time he came over. One last fuck and bam, he'd be gone for good! And maybe they could sell the video--maybe to a porn site or something--and earn a little cash for themselves.

Lisa opened her mouth to tell Allison her idea and then thought better of it. Allison was already on the edge. Asking her to willingly fuck Jeff one more time, and for a camera at that, wasn't something Lisa thought she could do.

Then the idea began to take a turn in her mind. Hell, Lisa was no longer attached, thanks to Jeff, and the truth was, she'd always been sexually attracted to the black man. Under other circumstances, she might have been eager to fuck him, so why not now? Why not in front of a camera? Hmmm, turnabout was fair play, after all, and Lisa could handle the situation much better than Allison could. And she was a much better actress than most people gave her credit for...

"What?" Allison demanded, seeing the wicked smile stretch across Lisa's face. "What are you thinking?"

Lisa smiled and sat down beside Allison. Leaning over, she patted her friend on the shoulder and reassured her, "Everything's gonna be fine. Now let me tell you what we're gonna do..."

***

"Looks like you were right, Jeff. The old man's screwing around on her."

Jeff stared in appreciation at the photos he held in his hand. Allison's husband wasn't as well-hung as he was, but he seemed to know all the right moves, at least this stacked brunette in the photo seemed to think so. Jeff had called in a favor from one of his students who moonlighted for a detective agency, and oh yeah, he'd gotten some dirt on Allison's dear, sweet devoted husband. Jeff had always thought it was damn strange any man would leave a piece of ass as sexy as that one at home alone too much, and he'd figured the guy was playing around. He'd been right. Jeff's friend had caught him fucking some stupid brunette in a motel down by the freeway. They hadn't even closed the blinds, they'd been so eager to rip each other's clothes off. And while the bitch was fine, she was no where as sexy as Allison. Allison's husband must have been blind.

"These will come in handy," Jeff said. "Thanks, man. I owe you one."

Jeff smiled as he filed the photos away in a safe place. He'd started thinking...if Allison was pregnant with his baby and she did get kicked out by her husband, she might as well take the creep for everything he was worth. That way Jeff wouldn't have to worry about setting her up in a love nest somewhere. The key now would be to show her the pictures and get her to divorce the hubby before it was obvious the c***d wasn't the creep's. Even Jeff doubted a judge would rule in her favor if it was obvious she'd been cheating too, and with a black man at that.

He chuckled as he thought about the phone calls he'd been receiving all week from his friends. Anyone who'd fucked Allison wanted to know when they could have another shot at that married white pussy. Even Kent had called Jeff wanting her details, and that was one fucker who'd had thousands of women. It seemed he was hooked on Allison as much as Jeff was and wanted a shot at her ass this time. Jeff had put them all off though, but he was really considering pimping the bitch on the side. The money she'd earned him from the porn flick had paid for his fiance's engagement ring and would help pay for their honeymoon. Allison's sweet cunt was pure gold, he'd decided, and best of all, he owned it.

He was just about to leave and make a stop by her house for another quick fuck when the phone rang again.

"Hey, Jeff. Bet you'll never guess who this is."

"Lisa! Where the hell have you been?" All his attempts to find her had been unsuccessful. He'd been about to resign himself to only having Allison in his bed and quite frankly was delighted to know he might have another chance at Lisa too. Especially since his fiancé was out of town for a few days.

"You shit...my boyfriend was pissed when I got home after that damn party you threw. I got kicked out and had to go stay with someone for a while. But now I'm back, and I got your tape. I only have one question...what the hell do you want? I can't let anyone see that tape, Jeff."

Jeff chuckled evilly. "You know what I want. I want some more of that sweet pussy. But this time I want you sober and enjoying it...not that I think you didn't enjoy it last time," he added cruelly.

"You fucker," she swore. "All right, fine. What choice do I have? When are we supposed to do this then?"

"So eager already?" he taunted. "All right, baby. Here's the game plan. Tonight...you can come to my class and we'll seal the deal afterwards. Sound good?"

There was a slight pause, and then she said, "I was hoping we could do this at my place. I don't want to risk anyone finding out about it at the theater. Besides, you're whacked if you think I'm coming to your class again."

"You got a new place already?" he thought about it. "OK. Give me the address." She did, and he said, "All right, I'll stop by tonight after my class. Why don't you put on something sexy for me while you wait. Oh yeah, and make sure Allison is there too." He blew her a kiss and then laughed when she let out a string of swear words.

He disconnected the call, feeling like the king of the world.

***

"Everything is set up then," Lisa concluded, checking out the apartment one last time.

Her friend was out of town for a couple of weeks, so Lisa was housesitting until she found another place to live. She'd figured the apartment would be perfect for their plan. Her friend, Rick, was a real playboy, a musician with loads of money and kinky too, which meant she would have everything she needed at her disposal. Rick was also loyal and still half in love with Lisa after a brief fling a few years ago.

Across the room, Allison worked the controls on the hidden cameras and zoomed in on the most likely places Lisa and Jeff would do it. She had been surprised when Lisa had showed this apartment to her--aparrently this Rick person was into kink and had hidden cameras already set up in his bedroom, bathroom and living room, and then had a private screening room that monitored the action. The equipment wasn't your typical home video equipment either. Lisa had said Rick had once dabbled in independent film making before becomming a musician, and these cameras were top of the line, high quality. Good, Allison thought. She'd checked and every possible angle was covered, and the picture was as clear as a bell. By the end of the day, there would be no doubt that Jeff was fucking other women when they confronted his fiancé with the video they were about to make.

"How do I look?" Lisa demanded, striking a pose. She was dressed like a slut, in the sexiest white lingerie she'd been able to find. A see-through lace bra and panty set was nothing next to the stockings and high heels she wore. But the real shock was seeing Lisa wearing the dark wig and sexy white eyemask. She looked eerily like Allison had in her costume for the porn movie.

Allison's eyes were wide as she considered her friend. "Uh, you look great. But are you sure about this? Are you sure you wanna do this?"

Lisa was positive. She secretly wanted Jeff's big, black cock again and didn't mind the opportunity to exact some revenge at the same time. But she told her friend, "Trust me, I'm fine. After today you won't have to worry about Jeff. Neither of us will."

Allison breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at her watch. "I hope he gets here soon. I've got to be at the party in a little over an hour." Her new boss had invited her to a company party tonight as a favor to keep his wife company while he networked. Allison was looking forward to going to a big, Hollywood party and possibly mingling with some big stars. She wished Jeff would hurry so she could explain she couldn't stay.

It wasn't too much longer when the doorbell rang.

Jeff's eyes about popped out of his head when Lisa opened the door and leaned against the doorjamb while he took in his fill of her. Holy shit! His eyes went straight to her tits, pushed up high in a sexy white bra before traveling down her bare midriff to the brief bit of lace covering her sweet pussy. He felt himself get hard just looking at her.

"Well?" she asked, sounding pissed off. "Is this sexy enough for you?"

He remembered his offhand comment about her wearing something sexy while she waited on him and smiled. He hadn't expected her to actually do it. When he looked at her to make some smart ass comment in return, he got something of a shock, seeing her wearing a similar getup to what Allison had used while making the movie. The mask, the wig..."What the fuck?"

She shrugged. "Come on in." She moved over to the kitchen and opened a bottle of wine, waiting for him to follow. Jeff was checking out the expensive penthouse when he spotted Allison, sitting nervously on the sofa, looking as fine as he'd ever seen her. Shit. She was dressed to impress in a sexy red slip dress, her lips painted red, and her hair curled and falling past her shoulders. Damn, he was already hard just looking at these two sexy bitches.

As he walked over to join Allison, Lisa was explaining the outfit she wore, "Allison told me about the movie she made and what she wore for it. I figured you would get a thrill if I dressed like that too." It was weak, Lisa knew, but she figured Jeff wouldn't pry too hard into the explanation. As long as he didn't realize she didn't want her face to be recognizable on the video, she didn't care what he believed. Moving to join them, she handed him a glass of wine, and added, "Besides, I'm up for a role and I thought I'd use this opportunity to practice for it. I figured you wouldn't care, being the pervert that you are."

Jeff considered her and figured he didn't mind the mask and wig. It was sort of exciting. It reminded him of Allison getting fucked hard by Kent and how much he'd wished he could fuck her too that day. Here was his chance, in a weird, kinky sort of way.

"That's cool. What's the role you're up for that you need a mask like that?"

She'd made up a lie with Allison's help and told him, "It's a TV show about a group of female super heroes. Sort of The X-Men meets Wonder Woman. What do you think?" she asked and struck a pose.

He smiled. "It's doable. Very doable," he stressed, and without any more preamble reached for his belt buckle. "Now why don't you get over here and do me, Wonder Woman?"

Lisa watched him undo his pants and decided she'd better get the show on the road. After all, the videos were recording already. But Allison should have been long gone by now...

Looking panicked, Allison sprang to her feet. "I have to go! I have a party I have to be at for work. I just wanted to stay and tell you myself in case you didn't believe Lisa...hey!" she gasped when he grabbed her wrist, refusing to let her get more than a few feet away.

"Hold on, sweetcheeks," he said, automatically pulling her to him and guiding her hand to his zipper. "What's the rush? Surely you can spend a little time with us before you have to leave. Besides, haven't you ever heard of being fashionably late? It's all the rage in Hollywood."

"I--uh," Allison shot an anxious look toward Lisa, who also looked uncomfortable with the way things were shaping up. Jeff's hand over hers was slowly guiding her fingers to lower his zipper, even as his other hand groped for her breast beneath the silky material of her dress.

"It's for work, Jeff," Lisa rushed to defend. "If she shows up late, she could lose her job."

"Relax, I promise I won't make a mess," Jeff drawled with a smile, looking the two women over as if trying to decide which morsel to enjoy first. Slowly, he sat on the sofa, leaving his cock standing out of his loosened pants, and told Allison, "Come here, baby." With a tug, she landed on top of him, her knees finding the edge of the sofa on either side of his. "Lisa, get on your knees and suck this black cock."

Before Allison could react and remove herself from his lap, Jeff had tugged the straps of her dress over her shoulders, baring her naked breasts to his gaze. Grabbing her by the waist, he tugged her forward, latching onto one breast with lips that were eager to devour her milky white flesh. "Oh my--uhhhh!" she moaned at the unexpected assault on her senses.

Lisa realized things were quickly getting out of their control. Allison's face would be clearly recognizable on the video--Lisa figured they'd just have to edit out certain parts--and Jeff seemed in no hurry to let her leave. He was a sick bastard if he thought he could manipulate them into a quick threesome before she did leave, but what could they do..?

When he realized Lisa had made no move to participate, he pulled back long enough to warn her in a threatening tone, "On your knees..."

Lisa figured she didn't have much choice. With a resigned sigh, she lowered herself to her knees in front of his spread legs and reached for the long, black cock resting against his stomach, between Allison's spread thighs. Grabbing it with both hands, Lisa pulled it toward her mouth, telling herself the sooner she got him off, the sooner he might let Allison go.

She'd only been sucking him for a few minutes, long enough to get him as hard as a rock, when he said, "Ah, yeah, that's good, baby. Do me a favor and move Allison's panties out of the way, will ya?"

Allison gasped and began squirming, and Lisa didn't know what the hell to do. Without thinking, she reached up and helped Jeff push and tug Allison's brief bikini bottoms until they were halfway down her thighs. "Thanks, baby," Jeff said, then shocked Lisa even more by saying, "Now why don't you get that pussy nice and ready for my big cock with that sweet tongue of yours."

That was it! Allison had every intention of jumping off of his lap and leaving, with or without his permission, but his hands gripped her hips even harder and pulled her so close to his front that she was helpless to move. Then Jeff's thick lips were on hers, his tongue pushing past her lips and tangling with her own, leaving her momentarily bewildered. One of Jeff's hands slid down Allison's delicious backside and held tight to the back of her thigh, keeping her spread open and pressed tight to his front.


Lisa had never gone down on a woman before, and she sure as hell wasn't a lesbian, but she knew what Jeff wanted. She was trying to think of a way to distract him from the idea--maybe if she sucked his cock again?--when his hand left Allison's thigh to grab hold of Lisa's hair, tugging her forward. Before she knew what she was doing, her nose was pressed hard against the damp folds of Allison's pussy. She gasped, and the movement caused her lips and hot breath to brush against Allison's engorged clit. Oh, god, Lisa thought, detecting a new taste on the tip of her tongue. She licked her lips and considered the difference between pussy juice and cum, wondering what she could do to get them out of this one. Nothing, she realized, suddenly defeated and yet curiously aroused. They were screwed, she thought, deciding to go ahead and try it and see what happened. Slowly, she darted out her tongue and started licking up and down Allison's exposed slit.

"Ohhhhhh myyyyy godddd!" Allison screamed, tearing her lips from Jeff's, coming hard beneath the taboo feel of her friend's tongue on her slit. She couldn't believe another woman was...Oh god! This wasn't right. This was soooo not right, she told herself, squirming as Lisa's tongue teased her clit with tiny nibbles. But oh lord, it felt sooooo good!

Jeff was also squirming, hard to the point of pain. He reached around and grabbed for his throbbing cock between Allison's thighs, trying to guide it to her honeypot. Pulling back, Lisa watched in d**gged fascination as his massive cock grew even bigger. Something primitive overcame her, and almost in a trance, she found her hand reaching out to help push Allison's dress up out of the way and aim the rigid, black pole straight at Allison's hole. She continued to watch in awe as Allison's pussy lips spread out and swallowed Jeff's black cock whole. She'd never seen anything like it in her life.

Allison felt Jeff's cock enter her and cried out, still squirming, wiggling her hips, and trying to dislodge him all at once. Instead, her movements had the opposite effect, sending bolts of pleasure shooting up her loins and through her tummy while easing his entrance into her body. She heard herself moaning, even as Jeff tried to thrust his tongue down her throat again. With one shove, he slid all the way inside her warm sheath, groaning in sweet pleasure as his cockhead poked against her cervix. Slowly, he pumped his hips up into hers, leaning forward to take one pouty nipple between his thick lips. He ran his tongue around the tip and sucked on it as he picked up speed pumping his black meat in her white pussy. All too soon, he felt himself grow bigger and jerk and throb, and warned Lisa, "Get ready, baby. We don't want Allison to have a mess between her legs, so your mouth is gonna have to take this load for her."

Allison threw her head back and cried out when Lisa's lips and tongue sought the spot where she and Jeff were joined. Jeff, too, cried out at the unexpected pleasure, and barely managed to pull out in time for Lisa to swallow his cock. Lisa took him deep even as he began to spew his hot seed into her mouth. He bucked his hips up, fucking her face as she managed to swallow his cum without spilling a drop.

"Mmmm, mmmm, yeah, baby, suck that cock," he moaned as she swallowed it all. Allison was d****d across his front, drained, and stunned more than anything he suspected. Slowly, he pushed her away from him and said, "OK, you can go now. We'll just plan for you to return the favor to Lisa next time."

"But I--I...oh god," she moaned and quickly fixed her clothing. Grabbing her purse, she rushed out of the apartment, unable to look her friend in the face.

Lisa heard the door slam behind her friend and felt all color drain from her face. She couldn't believe what she'd done. Worse, she couldn't believe she'd liked it. She couldn't help but wonder if it would feel good if Allison ate her out too. Dammit, what was Jeff turning them into? She wasn't a lesbian. She would never..!

Jumping to her feet, Lisa decided she needed a drink. Something hard and heavy, something that could chase such thoughts from her mind. Jeff watched her get up and walk away toward the kitchen and told her, "I've got to piss. Where's the bathroom, baby?"

"Over there," she told him, downing a shot of whiskey in one gulp. She fixed herself another one, then another, as Jeff disappeared from the room. When he returned, she was beginning to feel no pain. She turned and stared at him, surprised to see he was fully dressed again. This time she poured herself a fresh glass of wine and drank from it. Jeff watched her, realizing she was getting herself drunk. Good. He liked a pliant woman.

He took a minute to glance over the place, wondering how she'd managed to find such an expensive place on such short notice. Hell, she was probably shacking up with some poor, unsuspecting fool again, he figured. "Nice place you got here," he said sociably. Then shrugging, he turned and smiled at her. "Now why don't you stop fucking around and show me the bedroom?"

"Bedroom?" she repeated, looking dazed.

"Yeah, you know--the bedroom? The place people usually fuck?" he taunted, and with a gloating smile moved his hands to undo his pants again. Hell, he should have undressed in bathroom, he realized.

"Fuck?" Lisa repeated, both looking and sounding d**gged. Then it began to sink in. She remembered the video cameras and why she was doing this. Showtime! she thought somewhat sarcastically and studied Jeff as he unsnapped his jeans.

With a sexy swagger befitting of any super vixen, Lisa lowered her glass of wine and strutted over to Jeff. Gripping his hands, she pushed them aside and slowly lowered his zipper the rest of the way herself. Keeping her eyes on his, she slid her hand down inside his briefs until they found the hard steel of his manhood. Lovingly, she cupped his balls, then stroked his cock, saying, "Well, well, you're already hard again? Hmm, well you've got me where you want me.. Is this what you want me to do?"

"More," he said simply, then groaned when her fingers found his sack again and gently squeezed it. "More?" she repeated, smiling sexily, knowing she both literally and figuratively had him by the balls. "You mean like this?"

Lisa slowly tugged him forward by his cock, again guiding him over to the sofa facing one of the secret cameras. Pushing him backward onto the cushions, she lowered herself to her knees between his legs. "Bet I can make you cum faster than a speeding bullet this time," she taunted seductively, working his pants over his hips to give her more freedom to work.

"Now, now," he chided, lifting his hips to help her get rid of his pants. "You must have a short-term memory, sweetheart. I've got incredible staying power, or don't you remember how long and hard I fucked you?"

"Oh, yes, I remember." With a secret smile, thinking of the payback she would soon get, Lisa slid her fingers around the thickness of Jeff's cock and pulled it away from his stomach. She lowered her lips and licked around the helmet head, not taking her eyes off of his. "And I'm remembering when Allison was here. I remember how good this cock felt in my mouth just before you slid it in her pussy."

Jeff groaned when Lisa's wet lips slid around his cock, sucking him into her mouth again. She licked her tongue along the length, then swallowed it and began bobbing her head up and down on it, sliding her tongue and lips along the velvet pole.

Jeff leaned back against the cushions and moaned, loving the feel of her blowing him. Allison was a good cocksucker; hell, so was Tanya, his fiancé. But Lisa was something else altogether. This bitch was probably born with a cock in her mouth.

Her mouth opened wide and enveloped his large cock head, then she started moving it in and out of her mouth. She pumped its shaft with her hand as she licked its tip with her tongue and lips. Slowly, oh so slowly, she removed her hand and pressed her face to the very root, letting it slide all the way down her throat. Then she reached up and held onto his hips and fucked her lovely face back and forth onto the rigid pole.

She brought him to the brink in no time and he bucked his hips up when she worked him close to orgasm. His whole cock was in her mouth and down her throat and he thought he'd died and gone to heaven. But just before he was about to shoot his load, she pulled back and asked, "Like that?"

"Oh yeah, baby. Finish me off. Suck that black dick. Ummm, oh yeah."

"So I suck cock good?" she asked, teasing him by licking and sucking the head again before pulling away and then doing the same again.

"Mmmm, oh yeah, baby."

"Better than Allison?"

"Oh yeah."

"Better than your fiancé? What's her name? Tanya?"

"Mmmmm. Way better than Tanya," he groaned, bucking up as she engulfed him one more time. He was about to shoot when she suddenly pulled away completely and stood up. He watched in a combination of disbelief, frustration and anger as she simply walked away from him, saying, "I need another drink. I'll be right back."

What the hell? Jeff felt his throbbing cock jerk in need and couldn't believe she hadn't finished him off. He was so close to shooting though, he fisted himself and groaned in frustration. Lisa had walked over to the breakfast bar separating the kitchen and living room and lifted another glass of wine to her lips, smiling like the tease she was as she watched him stroke his cock himself. Screw that, Jeff thought. He moved to his feet, determined to have her finish him off. As he walked to where she was, he tugged his shirt over his head, leaving him completely naked now.

Lisa began to squirm at the way Jeff was looking at her. She had a feeling she'd teased him too far, but really, she'd gotten all she needed on tape to go to his fiancé, and somewhere between helping him fuck Allison and giving him a blowjob, she'd lost her nerve to take this any farther. She slid backwards onto one of the bar stools at the counter and watched Jeff approach her like a panther stalking his prey, his hard cock sticking straight up, proud and aggressive. Then she gasped when Jeff suddenly reached out and pulled down hard on the white straps on her bra, letting her modest breasts pop free as he dragged the material down, eventually tugging it so hard, the clasp broke and it fell free from her body completely. Then he reached down and did the same to her panties.

Then Jeff pushed Lisa back on the bar stool and slid his hand in between her thighs.

"Open them up wider, slut," he instructed. Knowing she no choice but to see this through now, she leaned back, spread her thighs open and hooked her ankles around on the bottom of the bar stool. Her sweet, pink love hole was now totally exposed as Jeff started rubbing his fingers over her pussy lips, spreading them open and teasing her clit. Lisa jerked as a finger was pushed into her hot, tight pussy. "Ahhhhhh!"

Jeff took his free hand and stroked his cock, groaning with the need for release even as he took his wet fingers and rubbed his pre-cum across her tits and all over her chest. His fingers in Lisa's wet pussy moved faster until he pulled them out and spread her own juices across her chest, mixing their juices. She trembled, on the brink of orgasm herself.

She laid herself back against the front of the wooden bar and moved her hand to finish what he'd started. She spread her legs wider, and pushed her hips up, seeking her familiar fingers to ease the ache in her belly. But Jeff brushed them aside. Her legs were still spread. She was panting and breathing heavy, straining for release, just as he was. Jeff knelt down and ran his tongue along her soaking pussy. Damn, he realized. Giving him head and watching him fuck Allison had made her just as wet as it had made him. Or maybe it had been eating another woman that had gotten her so wet? He reached down and stroked his cock one more time before standing and pointing it at her gaping hole. He needed to cum. He desperately needed to cum, but he'd be damned if he did it all over himself. He'd do it in one of her holes, and since her pussy was the most available...

Slowly, he pushed the head of his big eleven-inch cock into her, feeling himself begin to spurt as soon as he pushed the head into her channel. Lisa moaned out as her cunt lips spread open, wrapping around the head of his cock. He grabbed her silky thighs and spread her legs way out as he began to slide his slick pole all the way in to her. Lisa felt his cum shooting into her and lost it. She threw her head back and moaned loudly, the wet, erotic feeling triggering her orgasm and adding her own juices to his.

"Ahhhhh," moaned Jeff as he kept pushing into her, feeling her muscles milk his cock for all it was worth. He didn't stop until his spewing cock was pushed all the way inside her womb, where it continued to jerk and spasm as it emptied his seed in her belly. Holding her hips, he ground his crotch against hers, moving his hips in a circular rhythm even as his toes curled and his body strained for that second of final release. When it came, he collapsed on top of her, leaning over her trembling body against the counter. For long minutes, the only sound in the apartment was their heavy breathing as they struggled to regain their composure.

Finally, Jeff asked, "Are you on the pill, baby?"

Lisa remembered what Allison had told her and figured that he got a thrill from trying to impregnate white women. She didn't lie. "Of course I am."

"Too bad," he said, pulling back into a standing position between her thighs, his softening cock still throbbing inside her pussy. Now that he'd found release, Jeff was ready to enjoy her body to his heart's content. Licking his lips, he stared down at her half naked form. He lifted his hands to her breasts and began kneading them, tweaking her nipples and making her cry out in pleasure. For a long time, he just played with her breasts, even feasting on them with his mouth every once in a while. Finally he decided he wanted her as naked as he was. He leaned back and lifted one silky, white leg over his shoulder. He began rolling down the stocking in a display that was incredibly erotic to the woman beneath him. He did the same to the other leg and Lisa moaned, watching his black fingers clash with her milky white skin as he undressed her.

Finally, he had her as naked as he was. He'd briefly pulled his cock out of her to remove what was left of her panties, but he slowly lifted his hardening cock to her hole and pressed the head back inside her.

"Ohhhh, yeeaaahh." Lisa moaned out as she took him in. No doubt about it, she was as horny as hell, after being stripped and still feeling him tight and warm inside her the whole time. Her eyes grew wide as she felt every inch of his big cock go in again. Jeff would push so far before stopping and rotating his hips, letting her feel every inch in her pussy as it explored places no man ever had before.

This went on for almost twenty minutes until he picked up speed. His pelvis slapped up against her inner thighs as he began ramming her with his meat. Lisa whimpered and cried out as she held on tight to the sides of the bar stool as he fucked her harder. "Ooohhh, ooohhh, fuck, yeeaahh," she cried out with every pump he gave her pussy.

Jeff started pumping his cock hard into her causing the front legs of her bar stool to rise off the ground. He realized she was so d**gged by the pleasure of his black cock that she would let him do anything now. He slid his throbbing manhood out of her sopping, wet pussy, pulled her up from the bar stool and kicked it out of the way. He whipped her around, placing her hands on top of the bar.

Before she realized what was happening, Jeff grabbed her by her waist and pulled her hips back, sticking her ass up in the air. He slid the head of his cock up in between her tight ass checks. Lisa cried out as the size of his cock began to stretch her ass hole open. "Awww, fuck," she cried, tossing her head back and moving her legs further apart so he could shove all of his cock up her ass. She knew she'd been fucked there in the video, but she hadn't remembered how uncomfortable it could be when you first got going. She cried out in moans and swear words as he slowly drilled into the hole of her round, tight ass. She bit her lower lip as he pushed most of the way inside, then began slowly pumping his hips back and forth against her. She moaned, startled by the growing pleasure she was feeling. It was starting to feel good now, oh so good.

"Yeah, slut. You like that big, black cock up your ass, don't ya?" Jeff murmured, grabbing hold of her hair and pumping her harder from behind. She bent herself further down to take him all in. Reaching between her legs, her fingers sought her clit and slid across her soaking wet cunt. Then her pussy burst in orgasm and she pushed herself back from the rim of the bar and starting fucking him back. He held on tight to her hips as she began pushing back on his thick black cock. "Oh, fuck yeah, Lisa," he groaned, feeling himself approach orgasm again. She proved to be too much for him. When he came, he ground his pelvis against the cheeks of her ass making sure she felt him spew inside her bowels. Lisa cried out and began trembling, her own orgasm wracking her body in waves.

A few minutes later, when he pulled out of her, she fell to her knees, panting like a bitch in heat. Finally, she turned lustful, devoted eyes up toward him, lifted herself, and grabbed hold of his cock, stroking it lovingly. There was an unholy gleam in her eyes as she met his gaze, tugged him away from the bar, and said, "Come on, big boy. Let me introduce you to my hot tub."

***

For about the hundredth time, Allison glanced down at the wristwatch on her hand, wondering if Lisa had gotten what she needed from Jeff yet. Sighing, she glanced around the room, figuring she might as well focus on something else for a while. Her boss had disappeared some time ago with a budding starlet, and the newly jaded Allison had her suspicions they weren't exactly going off to discuss a new project. Not to mention, she was beginning to understand why Jerry had invited Allison along. Not just to keep the woman company, but to keep her distracted as well.

She glanced around the room, noting that she'd never set foot in such a house her entire life. It belonged to one of the richest producers in Hollywood. She turned to Helen--her boss's unfortunate, much younger wife--and forced a smile. "Are you hungry? I couldn't believe it, but I saw what looked like a restaurant in that big room when we came in, in case you'd like something to eat."

Helen, a very pretty, very petite blonde herself, sighed and said, "I suppose so. These parties are so boring, not to mention completely outrageous. I mean, why would someone have a restaurant in their home? It's stupid and wasteful. Jerry's such a prick to think this guy is such a philanthropist."

Allison wasn't about to pry into Jerry and Helen's relationship. She was hardly a paragon for marital virtue these days, after all, but she did feel an ounce of sympathy for the other woman. She and Helen had hit it off right away, just as Jerry had said they would. Helen had briefly explained that she'd told Jerry she'd accompany him to these parties on one condition--that he didn't leave her alone the entire time like he always did. And since Helen didn't have any close, or even casual friends in the business, Jerry had thought to invite Allison to keep Helen company and help him promote the agency while he networked.

Allison thought the arrangement very odd but didn't say so. She was just happy to be here, stargazing, and more importantly, away from Jeff.

They hadn't been sitting long, eating a nicely prepared dinner in a large room that had indeed been set up to resemble a restaurant--waiters and all--when Allison realized Helen was getting a bit tipsy from the wine she was drinking. The other woman was freely giving away secrets about how she and Jerry had met. Helen hadn't been the least bit impressed by his wealth, job or status, and so that of course had made him want her all the more. Eventually she let herself give in and had fallen for the guy.

"You'd think that would have been it, but no, oh no, the bastard wanted me as his trophy wife. He loves bringing me here to show me off, but he's also secure knowing I won't screw anyone else, no matter how handsome, how rich or how famous they are, because I actually have morals and meant it when we said our vows. What's worse is he must think I'm an idiot if he thinks I don't know what he gets up to at these parties," Helen began to slur as she grew more passionate in her speech. "Let me ask you, Allison. Have you fucked my husband? It's OK if you have, I just want to know."

Allison blinked and said, "Of course not. I just work for him, that's all."

"S'OK, then. I like you. You and I could be good friends. Someday maybe I'll take the bastard for all he's worth and then make you his boss, what do you think of that?"

"I think you've had too much to drink," Allison said pointedly, grabbing the almost empty wine bottle before Helen could pour herself more. "Let me go get you some coffee to clear your head. OK?"

Helen said nothing, just frowned as Allison got up and went in search of someone to serve her coffee. She hadn't taken more than ten steps when she heard a familiar voice call out her name. Oh, god! She turned and looked at the tall, devilishly handsome black man with a wild, shocked look in her eyes.

"Hey Allison, what a coincidence!" Kent Steele greeted, moving up close--too close, she thought--and sliding his hand along her waist until it rested on the small of her back. "Are you here with your agent too? Trying to get some recognition, huh?" He laughed in delight at seeing her again. "This is so awesome! I've been wanting to see you again, but I never thought we'd meet here of all places."

"I--I, uh, need to find some coffee," she murmured, before brushing his hand away and demanding, "What are you doing here?"

"Relax, baby. You know how it is. I'm here just like you, trying to get a decent role in a real movie."

"You were invited? Here?" She couldn't believe it. She didn't want to believe it, even as she saw the black guy he was with step up and offer her a wolfish smile.

"Hey, aren't you that bitch in--?" he began, but Kent's elbow in his stomach cut him off. Then, Kent said, "Allison, this is my friend, Charles Aims. We're both up for a role in Allistar Star's newest action flick. Allison is a friend of Jeff's."

Allison looked nervously at the other black man. Whereas Kent was big and handsome, Charles looked rough and dangerous, and she might go so far as to say he was quite ugly. He had a bald head, crooked nose and a thick neck, and she could easily picture him as a member of a rough gang. In fact, she could picture him in a biker outfit quite well and wouldn't be surprised if he were a Hell's Angel. She knew one thing for certain. If she'd met him in a dark alley at night, she would have instantly run the other way.

"Jeff?" A flicker sparked in Charles' eyes as he surveyed Allison from head to toe, his smile getting bigger every second. "All right, baby. Any friend of Jeff's is a friend of mine....if you know what I mean?"

Allison didn't know what to do. What if anyone here found out she'd been in a porno? She'd lose her job, her husband... Before she could think of anything, she heard Helen calling for her across the room. Helen had obviously finished the one wine bottle and was quickly on her way to finishing another.

"Don't be rude, Allison," Kent said. "Introduce us to your friend."

What choice did she have? Allison walked back to the table she was sharing with Helen and meekly introduced them to the other woman. Helen frowned, seeing Kent's hand settled possessively on Allison's back, then a spark lit her eyes and she smiled, telling Kent and Charles, "Well, why don't you two join us at this table. There's enough room for everyone."

"Don't mind if we do," Charles agreed, delighted. Charles slid into the chair beside Helen, trapping her between his big body and the wall. Allison quickly slid into the chair across from Helen, not realizing her mistake until she was seated. Too late Allison realized she was trapped beside Kent's strong, hard, familiar body, no escape possible. Oh god....

"So are you an actress, Helen?" Charles asked, pouring the woman yet another glass of wine. She giggled and sent him a s**thing look. "Hell no. I'm just married to a guy who loves screwing them."

"Uh, Helen's husband is my boss. He's a talent agent," Allison explained quickly, reaching for the wine glass and removing it from Helen's reach.

For the next several minutes, Charles and Kent drew Helen into a simple discussion about movies and Hollywood, and Allison was beginning to relax, thinking they would keep her secret after all. Then she almost jumped a foot in the air when she felt Kent's hand settle on her knee, stroking her bare thigh beneath the table.

She squirmed in her seat, trying to move his hand away, trying hard not to remember how he'd made her feel when they'd made that video. Charles was sitting awfully close to Helen, Allison saw, afraid he was doing something very similar to the other woman. Helen was giggling like a schoolgirl, talking to the rough-looking black actor. Compared to the big black man, Helen looked like an innocent schoolgirl! Allison was not relieved when Charles tried to steer the conversation to sex and black men; Helen also tensed and reminded him she was married.

Kent's hand grew bolder, sliding higher up Allison's leg until her dress was pushed almost up to her pantied crotch. Allison meant to grab his hand and jerk it away, but when his fingers brushed against her silk-covered pussy, she jerked and her hand braced against his thigh instead. Before she could pull it away, Kent grabbed her hand and guided it toward his zipper, even as other his fingers were burrowing beneath the elastic of her panties.

"...isn't that right, Allison?"

She blinked, trying to focus on what Charles had asked. She was squirming and trying to dislodge Kent's fingers from her pussy as she answered, "Uh, I, uh....yeah, that's right."

Charles smiled and turned back to Helen. Helen, too, was squirming in her seat now and breathing heavier. Allison knew that Charles was fondling Helen's pussy just as Kent was fondling hers. Kent had lowered the zip on his pants and placed Allison's hand inside his pants. She instantly felt that he wasn't wearing underwear, and his cock--that massive, monster cock--was quickly growing beneath her fingers as she tried to wrest it free from its covering. She was glad Helen was drunk enough not to know what Allison was doing beneath the table, but Allison was well aware there were others in the room. Other very important people. She braced herself when Kent's fingers really went to work on her pussy, trying hard not to scream out at the pleasure of his touch there. She was also stroking his cock, but doing a lousy job because she was so preoccupied with what he was doing between her legs.

She was on the verge of orgasm when Kent suddenly pulled his fingers out of her throbbing pussy. She didn't know whether to be relieved or disappointed, but she wasted no time in freeing his hard cock from her grasp. She was sweating, breathing heavy, when she felt Kent brush something against her thigh beneath the table. She sent him a sideways look in reproach, but took the item anyway. At first, Allison thought he'd handed her a napkin to soak up her juices, but after a closer feel, she realized she was holding a slightly damp, silk thong panty.

Helen's!

"Why don't we take a look around this old mansion?" Charles said suddenly, and Allison looked to see that Helen was visibly trembling in orgasm. "I've always wondered what the rich and famous live like."

Under normal circumstances, Allison wouldn't have agreed. But now all she wanted was to get out of the situation she was in, to get away from Kent's hand between her legs, his large body trapping her at the table, the ache between her thighs. Not to mention rescue Helen from the man who'd managed to get her out of her panties in a crowded room!

"Yes, Helen, why don't we?" she asked the other woman, trying to reach for her purse as a signal that they should go.

Helen simply giggled and slurred, "Why not?"

With a sigh of relief, Allison slid out of her seat, intending to couple up with Helen for safety's sake, but as soon as the other woman was on her feet, Charles was wrapped around her like a leech, one arm banded around her waist, pressing her tiny body so close to his big, black bulk. Anyone watching them would naturally assume they were lovers.

"Uh, Helen...?" Allison knew she had to do something to preserve the other woman's honor, especially in case her husband were to make an appearance, but the same that happened to Helen happened to her as well. As soon as Allison was on her feet, Kent pulled her to his side, sliding his arm across her back and gripping her hip with his big, beefy black hand. She was trapped at his side too.

"Relax, baby," he whispered in her ear, his thick lips nibbling at her earlobe as he guided her to follow the other couple. "We're just gonna have a little fun is all."

If Allison didn't know any better, she would have sworn Charles knew exactly where he was going. He guided them up the winding staircase, away from the crowd, and down a long hallway. He paused at every door to open and see what was behind each one, as if he were searching for something specific. They bypassed two small bedrooms and another they didn't check that was obviously being occupied (Allison half wondered if Helen's husband was in there fucking his starlet). They also discovered a bathroom and a storage closet--good lord, this house was HUGE. When they were stopped by two men who were obviously security guards and told to rejoin the party, Allison was relieved.

At least, she was until Kent and Charles manuevered them past the guards and into a room off to the side. Both Allison and Helen gasped at the sight of the large, elegant den they had found. The walls were lined with books--thousands of them--and there was a large fireplace in the corner. On closer inspection, Allison determined that this was the producer's working study. There was a large desk in front of a bay window, and a leather sofa facing the desk.

"Perfect," she heard Charles say. "Plenty of room and privacy in here."

Allison was relieved when Kent released his grip on her until she realized he had moved only to close and lock the door behind them. "Don't want to get caught snooping, do we?" he explained.

Allison swallowed nervously and moved away to inspect the room. She hadn't noticed the row of TVs in the corner and wondered out loud what they were for. Charles laughed and said, "They're security cameras, baby. Hell, why don't we turn them on and see what's going on?"

"If this is the security room, where are the security guards?" Allison asked suspiciously, and Charles laughed and said, "Don't be naive, baby. This rich prick probably uses this setup for his own pleasure, if you know what I mean."

Glad to have something to do, Allison helped Kent switch on the monitors and blinked in pleasant surprise when they were able to see the party going on downstairs. Charles played with the controls and switched from room to room, and they all laughed in startled surprise when he switched to what must have been the pantry and they saw one of the waiters being screwed in the ass by one of the male guests. Allison could hardly believe what she was seeing and was relieved when Charles switched to another scene.

Oh, hell, she thought and cringed when the camera picked up part of the garden. A few guests were mingling on the patio, but just behind some bushes and in the corner fr