Piano

I retrieved the tube of lube I had seen on the bed covers and quickly recoated the plug where it sat waiting innocently. I left the tube and the plug within reach and lay down behind Sarah, spooning her.

"You need to relax, my honey. We don't want that big thing being hurty and nasty," I smooched into her ear.

My arm was under and round her, pulling her tight to me, my free hand was on her stomach gently stroking to reassure her. "We want it to feel good inside you, filling you, making the fucking in your pussy and the licking on your clit that much more...deep and exciting, controlling every nerve tip: every - single - one.

"That's right..." mumbled Sarah, slightly bemused and a little girly.

I carried on stroking and holding her tight. My hand beneath her gently cupped her breast, and she shivered. I took her nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently twisted it tightly and she swallowed hard.

"You know where I'm going with this hand. You know, don't you?" My free hand went from her tummy to her other breast. I let my fingertips graze over the curving tight skin like little raunchy ballerinas on tippy-toe. I noticed the skin beneath my fingers goosebump, begin to rise and fall a little more steeply and colour to a darker more aroused hue.

My fingers started their journey. I licked a long wet lick across Sarah's ear lobe and carried on my commentary.

"That's right, they're heading for your pussy. They want your cunt."

I let her lean back into me as she could not help but open her legs, little by little, as my fingers journeyed on.

"Is your pussy nice and wet? Will my fingers slide inside, deep beyond my knuckles? I want to rub my fingers against your pussy muscles, feel them hot, wet...squeezing me."

"Oh fuck Jane! You're getting me so horny."

"You're mine. My little fuck girl. But before I fuck you with my fingers, I'm gonna play with this..."

I arrived at her clit. I swirled around it in circles, two fingers pressing down hard either side. She squeaked and twisted on to her back. A breast came within range of my mouth and so I clamped my mouth to her nipple, sucking and tickling it inside my mouth with the tip of my tongue. She sighed and I heard her pant. Her clit grew. I actually felt it grow.

"Ohhhhh mmm! ...Jane that's...Ohhh."

My fingers slid up and down her pussy lips and I spread her juices, returning to tickle and flick her clit before repeating the whole cycle again. Rather than sigh she now moaned huskily.

It was time to move. I went between her legs, taking each of her ankles as I did. I then raised her calves up high and bent her legs right back, lifting her ass slightly, so her whole cunt presented itself. I threw my head down onto her pussy and engulfed and sucked her clit. I French kissed her swollen, little tongue of pleasure. She grunted and her body jolted. She grabbed her own legs now and spread them a little wider. I placed two fingers under my chin and slid them straight, deep inside her cunt. I knew she was ready and the moans coming from her as her head tossed from side to side confirmed it. With two fingers pointing down, thrusting in and out of her cunt, this was like a hard fuck with an angel dancing on her clit. She could cum quickly like this. I could tell by the way her pussy muscles were already trying to grip me that she was on her way. She gave back little thrusts of her hips and began a continuous, delicious moaning.

I pulled out and planted my mouth on her asshole, dribbling around and forcing my tongue inside. My thumb pulsed over her clit as I worked her.

"Oh fuck Jane!" Sarah's fists gripped the bedclothes and her legs waved in the air above my head. She tried to thrust to have my fingers back inside her cunt, but she was pinned by her own legs flung back and her asshole offered up. I moved my tongue back to her pussy and clit. As I did, I pressed a finger an inch inside her ass, held it there and then pushed it in and out while I licked and sucked. This was good. Sarah grunted as I went deeper. I had her under my control. She was ready.

Without warning I flipped us back into spoons together, hugging her tight, my left hand clasped again on to her boob and in my right I had the evil butt plug. It was an inch inside already. I pushed it in straight away. There was a way to go but her body was desperate and open. I held her nipple and pulled it really hard twisting it as I did, and as I did so I slid the plug deeper. We paused, Sarah panting furiously like she was suspended in one long agonizing orgasm. I whispered to her reassuringly:

"That's it babe take it in. Let it fill you...it's OK, feel it fill you ..."

Then I tugged her nipple the same again and the plug slid a little more within her.

"Push out, let it slide up inside. It's nearly there. Oooh you're a fucking whore. Slut! Come on ...you love it, being fucked in every hole, you dirty bitch!"

Her head nodded but not in any real response to me. Instead her arm crooked back and pulled my head onto her neck. Her back arched into me. I bit her, twisted her tit and the plug slid all the way. She heaved and gave out a huge guttural grunt from so deep within her it could have come from the plug itself. There was a long pause while her breathing slowed and I held her.

"Jane! I wanna come! ... So much!" She pleaded quietly.

I hugged her tight, with both arms. We remained joined together the length of our naked bodies.

"Sounds like you're ready for work then..." I said like her mother and smiled.

She twisted her head to face me better as best she could.

"I guess..." she looked a little bewildered and vulnerable, and then added like a little girl: " will you come with me...please?"

--

I put back the four inch heels I'd been admiring and looked around. Sarah had vanished. She wanted us to pop in on our way. She always found it really, really hard to walk past a shoe shop. Now she had gone! Different thoughts crossed my mind. First was the butt plug in her ass had come loose or driven her so crazy she had gone to do something. Second, soon after, was the thought she had backed out and was hot footing it home, realising it was all too much. It was the thought of double penetration that daunted Sarah.

I knew immediately that a butt plug was preparation for torrid anal sex and she was off to work with someone who would give her exactly that. The huge size of it made me wonder. The thought of two men's cocks at once made me tremble; in fear but also excitement. She shared all this with me, sweet and coy, like a difficult up-coming day at school or the office. Then, casually, she added that there would be three cocks; big eastern European fuckers too. She was going to be gangbanged. For some reason I wondered If three counted as a gang?

"I just want you to look into my eyes once in a while," she had asked. She then checked her thoughts, "unless they're rolling around the back of my head from cum after cum!"

She laughed a little nervously. She had done anal but never this. I started to wonder to myself about the money she owed me for the repair. Had this whole idea been for a piano? Was this fair?

I stood at the shop door and searched the busy street. She really had vanished. I kept searching. But then I saw the Slimeball, Mr. Crabb, sliming his way up the pavement and spun round sharply to look in the window, hoping to avoid him as he passed. I was relieved that I saw him first, and with sideways glances I was relieved to see him step into a coffee shop a little way down.

"They're nice!" Said Sarah chirpily. She stood suddenly by my side, pointing innocently into the display as if she had always been there.

"Where've you been? You vanished!"

She paused as if making up her mind about what to say and then squeezed my arm.

"Oh, just taking care of something: a little business," she said conspiratorially.

I assumed it involved securing the object deep in her ass, but wondered.

"This job of yours, it's not one of Mr. Crabb's ventures is it? Only I-"

"No, nothing to do with him. Why?" Sarah interrupted rather too emphatically.

"Only I just saw him go past."

"No - No, not that Slimeball - not after last time - no, nothing to do with him. This is a proper scene, lights, stills, the works." She smiled. "Oh, you're all protective! His office is just round here. Don't you remember? He's likely off to his slime hole."

I did remember now she mentioned it, but still felt a little uneasy. We began walking again.

"Are you alright?" I asked about her ass.

"I'm fine, just fine. My asshole is ready to take the biggest, fattest cock there is!" She stopped and made rapid little up and down squats imitating riding on a cock.

"Come on. You're going to be late."

She held my arm and pulled me to her.

"They can't really start without me, darling!" She said as she looked into my face and giggled.

Yes, I thought, she was ready, ready to be fucked. She suddenly pulled my mouth to hers and kissed me deeply. A passing man gawped and collided with a lampost.

--

If I had not walked through the same lobby, it would have been impossible to know this was the exact same room. The hotel where I had briefly been a maid, the large suite where Sarah and I fucked a massive cock, was now crammed half full of lights, trailing wires, tripods, monitors and talking people. In one tiny corner of the room, Sarah was naked as I watched her moisturise her flawless skin. Everyone else was dressed and she looked small and vulnerable and completely out of place. Everyone ignored her.

"No one ever books it, so this is how they get some money: as a film set. Who knows one day it might get famous. They do a good rate..." She carried on preparing her body.

It was slightly unreal. Every now and then I glimpsed the black disc end of the butt plug still doing its work. "Apparently one of the guys isn't here..." She carried on in nervous small talk. "I could be doing this for nothing. Great!"

I looked across the room. At first I had taken the two very well built guys in dark suits to be security men, but now realised how stupid I was. These were two thirds of the male talent. Just as Sarah predicted they were eastern Europeans. They talked together like spies and loomed patiently in the background.

"Sarah?" I interrupted. "Are you doing this for the piano?"

The hand smoothing the inside of her thigh stopped and she looked up at me.

"No...you," she said quietly, " ...for you...". She half smiled, bit her bottom lip slightly and I saw her eyes a little dewy. There was another pause as we held each other's gaze.

--

I decided. I turned away. I sought out the director, producer or someone.

I found a friendly looking bearded guy holding a camera. He pointed me to a thirty something blonde woman, shorter than me, in jeans and t-shirt. She flicked her hair from her eyes constantly, looked down when she listened and used her hands to talk as much as her mouth. Her face looked a little tired. She was busy and harassed trying to bring order, but her greeny blue eyes were kind, and a little hypnotic. She was beautiful in a mature and worldly way. She acknowledged my question, looked down, and then, as she looked up to speak, put her hands on her hips. You would not argue with her. In fact, you could only marvel at the fantastic pair of incredibly large breasts straining her t-shirt, magnificent and braless, her nipples plain to see.

"Yeah I know we're one guy down but unless you gotta cock in there, I don't see what you can do."

"I've done a lot with Sarah. We're really good..." I tried.

She looked momentarily puzzled by the name Sarah, but then recalled we had arrived together. She thought for a while.

"I've worked for Sam Crabb...". I added hopefully.

"Anal?"

"No...least not yet."

She did not hide her disappointment. She put her head down to think again, made a decision and jerked up, flicking the hair from her eyes. "Can you fit in the same gear as Suzy?"

Now it was my turn to look baffled.

"Sarah," she explained.

I remembered the maid's outfit and nodded.

"OK. Well get yourself dressed and we'll see..." She clapped her hands for everyone's attention.

"Hold up! Twenty minutes everyone and we'll try and get this show on the road."

She turned and looked at me in a 'what are you waiting for' kind of way. "I'm Sandy. You are?"

"Jane," I said immediately and then thought I should have made up something better. I smiled shyly.

"Well you ain't a plain Jane, that's for sure. And definitely won't be when I'm done with you!" She smiled. It was clear she thought that was going to be a very good thing all round. Something made me want to keep my knees tight together in one instant but in the next spread and rub myself furiously.

-

It had been a rush but a little later Sarah and I stood in front of Sandy, ready for inspection. I copied Sarah's pose: side on a little, head back a little, almost looking over a shoulder, hand on hip, back slightly arched, one leg stepping slightly in front of the other. The room was completely still. All eyes were on us. We each wore heels, thigh high hold up stockings, tiny panties with a gusset that barely covered our pussies, mine black silk, hers red, matching Basques pulled in tight at the waist, hair up, bare shoulders, long neck, bright lipstick, throttle necklaces, hers' silver, mine gold. We were packaged for sensual pleasure and had no other purpose on earth but to suck, succumb, groan, open and envelop, slide, stroke and suck; but the heels, the makeup, the look, made us feel in charge; at least until we were peeled of our scanty clothes.

I could not see my own body, but Sarah's breasts were pushed up tight by the Basque. It raised her cleavage so it was offered to all, but yet untouchable. Her legs were ready to prowl and twine; her mouth to lick, pout and swallow. She could have been drenched in spunk and pussy juice. She could have been plucked from a vat of fuck, tied to a giant cock and plunged naked and spread-eagled back into it over and over and she still could not have looked any sexier. I guess I was the same.

I would have expected a porn crew to be hardened, so to speak, by our sort of display, but no, everyone was silent. As we posed for stills, I copied Sarah and followed instructions. All the time I sensed Sarah was not just ready to devour me, but through the smoking sex came an adoring look. I returned it. Maybe it was this the crew was sensing. I was doing this for her and she the same for me.

Quiet conversations started to fill the room as the photographer put us in yet more poses. We stood and kissed, our tongues touched together in the open air. She giggled. I clasped her head to my breasts and felt her hot breath down my cleavage. I ached for her. She cupped my breasts from behind, then below and we cupped each other's cunts. My pussy begged to grind. I could feel it getting wet instead. I was on my knees holding her thigh. I sat legs wide apart leaning back and looking up at her scarcely covered cunt. She was standing astride my upturned face. My mouth watered as I breathed her heady cunt smell. I wanted to taste it. . Sarah leant forward, bent over me, teasing her half covered breasts to the lens. This stretched the gusset tighter until a pussy lip popped from the side. Each pose was accompanied by the flashes, over and over, of the photographer's kit.

I was soon dazzled. All I knew was a longing, a deep ache in my cunt, wanting to be released from my corset and to be held, cuddled and protected by Sarah. I had to distract myself. I focused on the stitch in her gusset material. It was tiny and neat. There was just one perfect wrinkle in the skin on her elbow. I noticed how tiny her hands were and began to guess how far short they were of an octave. But fuck! I then pictured her licking those fingers clean of pussy juice and smiling before she replaced her fingers with her tongue. My thigh twitched for two, three seconds and I worried everyone in the room had seen and knew what I was thinking.

We were knelt on the floor side by side, heads on the ground, asses high in the air pointing toward the photographer. Sarah looked at me, winked and blew a kiss. Our legs were spread wide. As I had grown more aroused I worried that my panty gusset too was disappearing between my pussy lips, but then wondered if that was the effect the photographer wanted. He told us to look round and smile.

And then I saw him.

"Chris? ... Is that you?

A tall, well-built blonde haired man stood in a dark suit beyond the photographer. He turned his head. He looked at each of our asses and only then realised their owners' faces lay on the floor. I blushed incredibly deeply. I could tell.

"Jane? Jane is that you?"

It was.

"Tarzan! You know Jane? You're kidding me!" Sandy, hands on hips, threw her head back and laughed. Her breasts jiggled madly. She looked at me and then back at him and shook her head.

"OK Max," she said to the photographer, "are we done?" She clapped her hands above her head and called out: "OK everyone let's get set!" She walked away shaking her head some more.

-

"Tarzan?"

"It's a nickname."

It was his turn to blush a little. He pushed back his floppy blonde hair and his blue eyes looked over my shoulder. I wondered if he was seeking out Sarah somewhere in the hubbub outside our awkward conversation.

"I can ... I can also do a surprisingly good impression of an orang utan..." In the continuing pause we both realised how stupid this sounded. His posh voice made it sound worse and he smiled nervously.

"I also grunt... loudly...so I'm told when I'm ...". There was a long pause again while we each tried to look at anything but each other. "And you're-"

"Yes," I blurted. He was going to fuck me.

"- OK?"

"Yes ...yes," even more flustered I raised my arm and clenched my slender piano playing bicep. "Fighting fit!"

There was another long embarrassed pause.

"You're the third man?"

"Afraid so.." The confirmation threw me. It all became truly real and shocking. Only now did he begin to look me over, inspecting the goods. "Music's all well and good but ...but it doesn't pay...You teaching?"

The last time I had seen Chris he had been in full evening dress. I accompanied his rendition of Vivaldi and Scarlatti sonatas for oboe. He was pretty good. The modest auditorium had been full and he received polite and respectful applause, but like he said the pay was modest too.

"I'm sorry I didn't show for that drink after," he started to mumble, "I was... you see.. I ..."

"No worries."

I had fancied him. There was no doubt his good looks helped his solo career. In fact, as I recalled, I had lusted after him when we were together at college. That evening I saw him leave with a ravishing, jewelled older woman. I remembered her ear rings. She was a far better catch than me. Accompanists could not sparkle. I had not seen him for months since and perhaps I now knew why.

"So how long have you been in this?" I asked.

"Oh ...this? Nearly a year I guess."

I was relieved to feel Sarah's hand squeezing a cheek of my ass. Then she whispered in my ear:

"This guy is going to fuck you ... and I'm gonna watch!" She smiled innocently at Chris and then put a fingertip between her lips in a way that immediately took his attention.

"Sandy's ready to go. She wants a chat first."

-

I sat beside Chris on the large sofa. I had my instructions and he had his. There would be pauses for stills but otherwise the action would be allowed to flow.

Sarah, Erik and Paul, I now knew their names, had abandoned us. Chris and I sat awkwardly, stiff as an old family portrait, staring straight ahead at all the crew busying themselves in front of us.

Chris suddenly put his hand on my knee and I jumped with shock. This was Chris! I should have been relieved and, well, completely horny for him, but with all these people? Held by Sarah, I wanted to be fucked by an anonymous stud with an east European cock. Not this!