AUTHOR = Switch Blayde
E-MAIL = switch_blayde@hotmail.com
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AUTHOR's NOTE - © 2003 by Switch Blayde. All Rights Reserved. Copying, Duplicating, Downloading, Reposting, or use in any way, other than for the reader's personal enjoyment, is STRICTLY prohibited without the written consent of the author. In the last chapter, Holly Wood, the TV celebrity whose mind was now controlled by music producer Jeff Blunt, was forced to lick her own pussy and the pussy of another girl named Peaches, in front of Blunt and the band called Corrupt Sound. EDITOR's NOTE - Previous parts to this story can be found at: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. |
Chapter 5
Holly was still panting hard on the floor with her face coated with pussy-juice, totally humiliated at her debasing performance in front of Jeff Blunt and the band, Corrupt Sound. How could she have licked another woman to orgasm? How in hell could she have licked her own pussy to orgasm?
"I-I'm sorry, b-but I have to go," Holly said timidly, getting to her feet while clutching her unbuttoned blouse together.
She was embarrassed and had to get out of the mansion. When in the mansion she didn't act the same as elsewhere. There was something spooky about the place and she had to escape. She looked around the room to see everyone staring at her -- the music producer, the five grubby members of the band, and Peaches, the Barbie-like stunning redhead still naked after cumming on Holly's face.
"I'm really sorry, but I have to go," Holly said as she walked away from the others. "I just have to. There's something wrong. I'm sorry, but... goodbye."
Holly was heading towards the front of the house. She didn't bother to look at the lavish furnishings or expensive paintings in the rooms she passed. She was concentrating on only one thing -- to find her way to the front door and get out... to escape! She entered the large entryway and almost ran to the double doors. Her hand was shaking as she pulled the door open and stepped outside. Closing the door behind her, Holly felt a sense of relief and leaned back on the door while letting out a loud, "Whew!"
Now free from the mansion, the TV celebrity began thinking of what she was going to tell her boss. Manfred had sent her there on an assignment, but she didn't complete it. It didn't matter, she'd think of something before the next day. All she wanted to do now was to get far away from the mansion and Jeff Blunt.
Holly was standing at her car, fumbling through her purse for her keys, when she heard that faraway voice. "NOO!!!" she screamed and held her hands over her ears. She didn't want to hear it. But the voice was insistent and Holly couldn't block it out. She put the keys back into her purse and turned around. When she was standing at the front doors, she tried desperately not to open them, but her hand seemed to move on its own accord. She opened the door and stepped inside the mansion. Holly retraced her steps and found herself back in the room she had fled.
Blunt sat in the chair with a smug look on his face. Before Holly had left the room, he used the trigger word that he controlled her mind with and imbedded a message in her subconscious. It simply told Holly that when she reached her car, she would have a need to drink Blunt's sperm. It had to be his sperm and if she didn't drink it she would go insane. And now Holly was back in the room, looking confused but staring at the music producer's crotch.
Holly walked to where the music producer was sitting and hesitated only a moment before reaching for his belt. Jeff pushed her hands away, but Holly kept trying to open it. Jeff continued to foil Holly's attempt to undo his pants, frustrating the TV celebrity.
"Please let me," Holly implored.
"Let you what?" Jeff teased her.
"Let me open your pants."
"Why do you want to do that?"
"I... I need something in there."
"In my pants? What the fuck do you need in my pants?"
"I need a drink."
"Why didn't you say so? I'll have Peaches get you a drink."
"No, not that kind of drink."
"Then what?"
"For God's sake, I'm going crazy. I need your sperm. I need to drink your sperm," Holly shouted, frantic now.
"Well, get on your knees and beg for it."
Holly quickly dropped to her knees and said, "Please let...."
"Take your blouse off first," Jeff interrupted her.
Holly looked around the room at the people staring at her, and then removed her blouse. She held her arms across her naked breasts and said, "Please let me...."
"And your skirt," Jeff interrupted her again.
Holly turned three shades of red, but then did as she was told. She stood up and let her skirt drop to her feet. She kicked the skirt aside and dropped to her knees again.
"Please le...."
Once again interrupting the distraught woman, Jeff said, "Clasp your hands behind you."
Holly uncovered her nakedness and got into the submissive position on her knees with her hands clasped behind her. She looked up at Blunt to see if he was going to interrupt her again and then begged, "Please let me suck your cock and cum in my mouth."
"I don't know," the music producer began. "I have guests and it wouldn't be right for me to go first. If you want to suck my cock and drink my sperm you will have to do it to my guests first." Then he looked at his guests and said, "Anyone want a blow-job from this slut?"
Holly was flabbergasted and humiliated. She had begged to suck Blunt's cock and he refused a blow-job from her. But even more degrading, he called her a slut and insisted she suck the five band members off first. She couldn't humiliate herself like that. But she needed Blunt's sperm or she was going to go insane. She just knew it. With a sigh of resignation, Holly shook her head in the affirmative.
Holly turned to the closest band member to her. Naked now, she knee-walked over to him and fumbled with his belt, opened his pants and pulled them down with his underwear. He was already hard and his cock sprang out towards her. Everyone laughed when she jerked her head back.
Holly had no desire to suck his cock. There was no faraway voice telling her to do it. But she did need to drink Blunt's sperm and this had to be done first. She grabbed the hard-on at its base and leaned forward, stuffing the strange cock into her mouth. Her lips locked around the dick, just past the mushroom-shaped head, and moved forward. Then she dragged her lips back along the shaft, only to move forward again. The TV celebrity was naked and on her knees giving him a blow-job.
Holly's tongue swirled around the cock-head while she rested a moment. She sucked and licked the fat head, trying to get him off. When he began moaning, Holly sped up, rapidly moving her mouth up and down the shaft. When she felt his hand clutch the back of her head, Holly braced herself and accepted his hot sperm shooting into her mouth. She gulped it down as fast as he filled her mouth with a fresh load.
When the first band member stopped cumming, Holly looked at the next closest guy who already had his pants around his ankles. In fact, a quick glance around told Holly that all of them had dropped their pants in anticipation of her servicing them. She knee-walked to the next man and swallowed his cock. She moved her head back and forth and he soon came in her mouth. While she noisily gulped down his jism, he was teased by the others for cumming so soon.
Holly moved to the third member of the band. She hesitated while staring at his cock -- it was huge. His cock was at least a foot long and very thick with a large head. Holly followed a blue vein that ran along the shaft to his balls. They too were oversized. She wondered if that equated to more sperm and shuddered at the thought.
Holly grabbed the man's huge cock in her petite hand and noticed her fingers didn't go all the way around it. She opened her mouth wider than necessary in an exaggerated gesture and moved her mouth over the big cock-head. She began sucking and licking it, but this guy wanted more. He placed his hands on her head and began thrusting his hips. Each time the end of his cock entered her throat, Holly gagged. But he didn't care and kept doing it.
Holly thought she had better bring him off quickly or else she would suffocate or throw up. She grabbed his cock with her hand and began wanking it. Then she put a second hand around his thick dick and held it like a baseball bat. With her lips touching the hand closest to her mouth, Holly began moving her mouth and hands in unison up and down the long shaft. The man seemed to enjoy this and stopped thrusting his hips. Holly continued giving him a combination blow-job and hand-job, tiring from the strenuous effort. But just when she thought she would have to stop and rest, she felt the cock swell and then she felt the blast of sperm in the back of her mouth. The large amount surprised Holly and she swallowed quickly, but not fast enough. Another load of equal quantity filled her mouth. She swallowed again, but the excess dripped out of the corners of her mouth. The man kept cumming and cumming, shooting what seemed like a gallon of sperm into Holly's mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but felt the goo dripping down her chin. Finally, the huge cock stopped erupting and Holly slowly sucked the last of his sperm from his cock and swallowed what was in her mouth.
When he pulled his cock out, Holly wiped her chin with the back of her hand. She now had his sperm on her hand and had no place to wipe it off. In total shame, Holly's tongue appeared from between her lips and she licked the back of her hand like a cat cleaning her paw. They all watched the TV celebrity further degrade herself.
Then Holly sucked off the fourth band member and finally the fifth. Her jaw was tired, her knees hurt, and she felt bloated with a belly full of semen, but she still had the craving to drink Blunt's sperm. She crawled over to where he was still seated on the chair. Thankfully, his pants were off as he slowly stroked his hard cock. But when Holly tried to grab his dick, Jeff pushed her away.
"Please, let me," Holly pleaded. "You said if I did your guests first, you'd let me."
"But you didn't do all my guests," Jeff informed her.
Holly looked around at the five band members and replayed in her mind each blow-job. She felt totally embarrassed as she remembered each one vividly. The five wet dicks confirmed that she had done them all. She looked questioningly back at the music producer.
"You forgot her," Jeff said, pointing to Peaches.
"I can't give her a blow-job," Holly said, confused.
"Well, no, you can't give her a blow-job," Jeff conceded, "but you can bring her off with your mouth."
Holly looked at the stunningly beautiful girl and felt shame. She turned back to Blunt and said, "Please don't make me do that again. I'm not, um... attracted to girls."
"You could have fooled me with your performance before," Jeff said with a chuckle.
Holly couldn't explain what happened earlier. At the time, she did want to lick the other girl's pussy. She didn't understand why, but she was sure she didn't want to do it again. Without the faraway voice telling her she wanted to, she was her normal self and found girl/girl sex disgusting.
"I-I can't explain that. But I really can't do it again," Holly tried to rationalize with the music producer who, unbeknownst to her, was toying with her.
"You don't have to," Jeff said.
"Oh thank you," Holly exuded, but when she tried to grab the music producer's cock he swatted her hand away. "Please let me suck you off," the TV celebrity pleaded.
"Not until you've, um... done likewise to all my guests first."
Holly was in a pickle. She desperately needed to drink Blunt's sperm, but he put one more demand on her before she was allowed to do it. And that request was so distasteful to Holly she wasn't sure if she could do it. She looked at the redhead and then at Blunt's cock. Then her eyes lowered to Peaches' bald pussy and then she turned to look at Blunt's cock again... then the pussy and then the cock... back and forth her head turned as she debated it in her mind. Then she made her decision. She crawled over to the tall redhead and knelt before her feet. Peaches smiled down at Holly and spread her legs.
Holly watched Peaches' pussy lips part slightly when she spread her legs. It was still moist from Holly's last tongue lashing. But now it was different. Holly didn't have the desire she previously had. She wished she did so that she could easily get through the ordeal, but all she felt was disgust. While Holly was staring, Peaches placed her fingers on her labia and pulled them apart. Holly now saw the pink inner flesh and the hood at the top that she knew housed the other girl's clit. Peaches bent her knees and thrust her pelvis forward, urging Holly to begin.
Holly looked around the room once more and saw six men stroking their cocks. She wondered why men got off on girl/girl sex. Her eyes locked on Blunt's cock and she unconsciously licked her lips thinking of drinking his sperm. That thought was the incentive to proceed.
The 100% straight woman turned back to face Peaches' pussy. It looked ugly to Holly and she wondered why men were infatuated with vaginas. Her face moved closer to it and she smelled the heady aroma. But she didn't stop and stuck her tongue out, tentatively licking inside the slit. It tasted awful, but she licked again... and again... and again. Soon Peaches was panting and let go of her cunt. The two halves of her pussy snapped together so Holly had to pry them open. Her fingers were now touching another pussy. She felt the smooth shaven skin and wondered what hers would feel like without hair. But she quickly put that thought out of her mind and returned to the task at hand. Her lips pressed against the bald beaver while her tongue licked up and down the slit.
"Fuck me with your tongue," Peaches groaned, hearing her own faraway voice.
There was no way Holly was going to put her tongue inside. All she had to do was bring her off so she redirected her tongue to the other girl's clit and began licking it. "That should make her orgasm," Holly thought to herself as her tongue lapped away. But Peaches had another agenda and grabbed Holly's hair and pulled her head back.
"Fuck me with your tongue," Peaches demanded.
Holly had no intention of doing what the girl wanted and returned to licking her clit. Peaches again pulled Holly's head back by her hair, but this time slapped her across the face. Holly was stunned by the stinging on her cheek. When Peaches raised her hand again, Holly quickly placed her mouth on the girl's pussy and stuck her tongue inside her hole. Holly felt the wet warm flesh surround her tongue and thought she was going to puke. Her tongue was inside the girl's pussy.
When Holly felt the blow on the back of her head she knew Peaches was impatient. What she didn't know was that Blunt was controlling Peaches' mind and telling the redhead what to do -- like his puppet. Holly didn't hear it because he had told her not to.
Holly got the message and began moving her tongue in and out of Peaches' pussy. She was fucking the other girl with her tongue. She felt Peaches' pussy moistening and wetting her lips, while her tongue transferred the pussy-juice into Holly's mouth. Peaches grabbed the back of Holly's head and pulled it towards her. Holly's mouth and face were now pressed against the bald cunt. She felt the other girl's pussy all over her face and her tongue went in deeper. Then Peaches began jerking and rotating her hips, rubbing her pussy over Holly's face. With her tongue flicking in and out of Peaches' pussy, the redhead rubbed her clit against Holly's face. It was too much for the tall girl and she held Holly's face tightly against her pussy as her whole body shuddered. Holly tasted the fluid and knew that the girl was cumming in her mouth.
When Peaches released her hold on Holly's head, the TV celebrity quickly crawled over to the music producer -- between his legs. She grabbed his cock and apprehensively looked up at him, but he did not push her hand away. Holly didn't want him to change his mind so she dove into his lap, swallowing his cock, and began bobbing her head up and down. She was desperate for his sperm and wanted him to cum quickly. She sucked and licked and dragged her lips up and down his shaft. She lost control sometimes and went down too far, gagging on his cock as it entered her throat. But that didn't deter her. She continued to give him a blow-job that would rival a nymphomaniac's best performance.
Then Holly felt Blunt push her face off his cock. When she opened her eyes she saw it pointing at her face with his hand rapidly sliding up and down the shaft. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide, sticking her tongue out for a better target. She waited and waited, but she didn't feel anything. When she opened her eyes again she was shocked to see Blunt's sperm shooting onto a plate he held in his other hand.
When Blunt had stopped cumming, Holly dove for his cock and sucked the last of his sperm from his shrinking dick. But it wasn't enough... she needed more. She kept sucking his cock to get it hard but he stayed limp. How was she going to get his sperm? But then she remembered his sperm was on the plate... big globs of it.
Holly frantically turned to look for the plate and saw it on the floor next to her. She was about to pick it up to tilt it and pour the sperm into her mouth, but a faraway voice told her she could not use her hands. She thought that strange, but didn't have time to think about it... she needed to drink the sperm on the plate.
Holly got onto her hands and knees and leaned her face over the plate. Her tongue emerged and sunk into the gooey liquid. She began lapping the puddles, but found out that the human tongue wasn't meant to work that way. She placed her lips into the goo and felt the wet slimy sperm around them. Then she sucked the liquid into her mouth, making a loud slurping noise. She eagerly swallowed the sperm and then sucked in some more. When she found that not much more was going into her mouth that way, she went back to licking. Her tongue moved all over the plate, licking up every trace of the music producer's sperm. Even when the plate moved around on the floor, Holly followed it on her hands and knees, licking as she went. It was humorous to watch, and totally humiliating for Holly, for her to crawl on her hands and knees following the plate of sperm. Finally, the plate was squeaky clean. Holly lifted her head and sat on the floor, licking her lips.
"What a fuckin' slut."
"I wouldn't have believed it if I didn't see it. Holly Wood on her hands and knees eating sperm from a plate."
"She wants more, mate, just look at her licking her lips."
Holly sat on the floor trying to cover up her naked body while she listened to the band members ridicule her. She had been so excited when she was told she was to meet Corrupt Sound, but now she wished she never had. She was totally humiliated, but there was no denying what she just did -- she was still licking her sticky lips.
THE END (not yet) go to Part 5
