Casting Couch

Gina watched, waiting for the men to stir into action but with neither one familiar with the etiquette of the situation, both remained rooted to the couch. "You heard the lady, clothes off!" she snapped, her finite patience already expended.

Both men complied, shedding their clothes to reveal their impressive organs, discreetly inspecting that of their counterpart in the process. Each assured of their relative parity, they returned to their respective seats and began stroking themselves to full arousal.

Gina meanwhile, examined the collection of recording equipment at her disposal, eventually concluding her own, hand operated camcorder would best capture the voyeuristic aesthetic she wanted to achieve. She removed it from the desk drawer and placed it down in front of her, carefully framing the couch in the process.

The additional surveillance however, was a reminder to Mike of his imminent infidelity, evoking a crisis of conscience in the man, "Is there any way you can hide my identity? Blur my face out or something?" he asked.

The affluent heiress was typically decisive in her reply, "No, we're not doing that. If you don't want to be filmed, you can leave now...."

As if on cue, Max unfastened her robe and slipped it from her shoulders, dropping it to the floor. The muscular 34 year old surveyed her irresistible form and felt his dick pulse in admiration of the girl 15 years his junior...."Fuck it, I'm in."

Max cocked her hips and playfully raised her gaze to the ceiling, permitting the men several more seconds of masturbation, before she approached the couch and took her place between them. Taking a cock in each hand, she crossed her legs and nodded in Gina's direction, signalling her readiness.

A small red light illuminated on the front of the camcorder as Gina began speaking from behind it, "Welcome back viewers. We appear to have reached an impasse in our search for Max's new co-star, so the lady herself has kindly volunteered to help determine the winner. Say hello Max."

Max was already beaming into the camera, "Hey everyone! I'd wave but as you can see, my hands are a little full". She accentuated her point by running her hands slowly down the length of the large cocks occupying them, eliciting moans from both men.

"So Max, what do you think of our lucky finalists?" the goth inquired.

"I think I'd like to fuck them" Max replied, manifesting the slutty persona she had perfected over the past few weeks of filming. She turned her head towards Tom, prompting him to kiss her, as Mike's hand began traversing her body.

The ensuing quiet from the subsidence of dialogue, served to enhance the ambient sounds generated by the trio's actions. The smacking of lips accompanied by the occasional coo of approval as Max sought to encourage the attentions of her enthusiastic admirers.

Breaking the kiss, she slid to her knees and positioned herself between Tom's legs, reciprocating the handsome man's stare as she took him into her mouth.

"Ohhh fuuuck" he groaned, his eloquence abandoning him as she sealed her thick lips around the head of his penis, lashing her tongue against the underside of it. Withdrawing slowly, she stroked the resultant saliva down his shaft, preparing it for her throat.

Having anticipated Max's intentions, Gina had relocated herself next to Tom, bringing the camera with her. She held it above the man's shoulder, closely emulating his perspective before motioning for the kneeling beauty to proceed.

Max engulfed him once more, not ceasing her acceptance of his manhood until her lips encircled its base. Holding still, she glanced upwards to assess the pleasure he was deriving from having his cock lodged within her constrictive airway, an open mouthed grin was all he could manage.

"Atta girl!" Gina cheered, Max justifying her acclaim by repeating the feat several more times before being unceremoniously interrupted.

Having been largely omitted from proceedings, Mike's initial disappointment had soon turned into disgruntlement. Seeking the attention he coveted, the married man had ascended from the sofa and positioned himself behind his target.

Grabbing her underarms he lifted Max to her feet, and off the cock occupying her mouth, "What are you....ohhh shit!" she exclaimed as he bent her over and hurriedly **** the full length of his dick inside her.

There he remained, revelling in the feeling of an unfamiliar pussy wrapped around his cock, before proceeding to unleash all the desire and frustration 8 years of monogamy had wrought. Attaching his hands to girl's thighs, the brute forwent any attempt at tenderness and quickly began hammering her from behind.

Max grabbed his wrist, a gesture intended to abate the older man's roughness, but finding him unresponsive she instead reached down and clung onto Tom's legs, her nails piercing his skin as she sought traction from the hard fuck Mike was administering.

Tom monitored Max's expression, her face contorting ambiguously with every forward drive. He considered intervening, before realizing the inflection of her cries was that of pleasure, not panic. Gina's voice bellowed beside him, "Yeah, that's it. Don't be shy....Fuckin' pound her!"

Duly obliging the goth's instruction, Mike continued his onslaught without respite, Max's erotic screams serving as motivation for the man until they eventually crescendoed, heralding her climax. Relenting his ****, he remained as still as his now hyperventilating body would allow and savoured the sensation of her incomparably tight pussy contracting around him.

Max's orgasm slowly subsided and she breathed a sigh of simultaneous pleasure and relief as she felt the muscular man gradually vacate her hole. Her brief repose prematurely ending however, when he maneuvered his organ upwards and began to rub its moistened tip against her sphincter. "Nuh uh" she protested, bolting upright, "You have to earn that....I haven't picked my winner yet!"

Mike shifted his gaze towards Gina, hoping she'd overrule Max's objection, as she so often had during the inception of their mutual careers. Unusually though, her verdict fell in favour of the 19 year old, "The girl has a point" she asserted.

Seizing the opportunity presented by the reprieve, Tom arose from his seat to place his hands on Max's hips. Looking beyond her, he gestured for Mike to relinquish his grip of the beauty and upon the older man's compliance, lay her down on the couch before descending upon her.

Planting one hand by her side, Tom felt his penis flex erratically in the other as he wrestled it towards her entrance, brushing against it until Max affirmed her readiness and he edged himself inside. He shifted his weight to his forearms and proceeded to roll his hips, rocking the girl with soft, considered thrusts.

Gina examined the pair; Tom gracefully driving into the goddess beneath, her legs wrapped around his waist as they stared into one anothers eyes, exchanging hushed expletives. The goth admired the exhibition for several moments before realizing its context, this bastard wasn't screwing Max, he was making love to her!

Turning towards Mike, she discovered the newly inducted adulterer in a state of equal captivation, masturbating forcefully at the spectacle ahead of him. She walked behind the man, reaching around his body to replace his stroking hand with one of hers, before handing him the camera and pointing it in the direction of the couch.

The two couples continued in this manner for several minutes, Gina masturbating Mike's cock with perpetual haste, while he documented Max's reactions to his rival's performance, the starlet increasing in vocality as she approached another orgasm.

"I want you to cum inside me" she whispered, "cum inside me....while....I...." her voice faded and her eyes snapped shut, as she embraced the inevitable ecstasy. Tom delivered half a dozen disproportionately strong thrusts, before burying himself deep and joining her in climax.

"Very niiice!" Gina exclaimed, watching the lovers recover from their synchronized euphoria "But we need that pretty mouth of yours over here Max".

Tom withdrew his softening organ from Max's tunnel and afforded her the requisite space to slide from underneath him.

Observing the urgency with which Mike was now twitching within Gina's grasp, Max kneeled before the man, attaching her lips to his crown as Gina intensified the handjob and pushed him over the edge. He emitted a sequence of satisfied grunts, complementing each one with a shot of cum into Max's accepting orifice.

Content his orgasm had subsided, Max retracted her mouth from the rugged man's cock and stared into the camera which was partially obscuring his stupefied smile. Dipping her head, she swallowed theatrically before presenting her tongue as evidence of the ingestion.

"So Max, who's it gonna be?" Gina inquired.

Max paused, before delivering her retort directly into the lens, "Can't I keep them both?"