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What Some People Will Do (C)2000, 2009 by Sir Render
(i_am_sirrender@yahoo.com as of April 2009)

Part 26

Chapter 69

In the weeks following Brenda's show in the window of an empty
shop at the big city mall, a number of things came to pass. 
First she happened to mention to Thomas that she was looking to
buy a new car, now that she'd saved up some money from the
previous few months of working for the station.  Thomas also
mentioned to her that the station was planning a fund raiser to
help buy some new equipment.  Then there were more bondage videos
made for her website, including her tied nude to a deck chair by
the pool in her own back yard, her standing in a sheer negligee
with a spreader bar between her ankles and wrists tied to a beam
overhead, and her handcuffed to a street sign out on the highway
at day break.

And then there was the Halloween party Wynona had devised to be
filmed as a special.  The event took place at one of the
station's rented safe houses and involved Brenda dressed as a
naughty French maid with a shelf bra lifting her already famously
firm breasts under an overly tight corset, with a gauzy skirt so
short it didn't even cover her ass cheeks and only a black thong
underneath.  The costume was finished off with Brenda's expensive
new five and-a-half inch heeled ankle boots, dark brown
thigh-high stockings with black frill at the top and a white
tiara-looking cap to bring the frilly look all the way up.

Wynona dressed as an airline stewardess; a sheer white blouse
with no bra underneath, dark blue business suit jacket and skirt
reaching down to her mid-calves, standard blue pumps on about a
three inch heel and a fabric cap.  She left her jacket unbuttoned
save for the very bottom one so that it was plain to everyone she
wasn't wearing a bra, even though her nipples could only be seen
when she bent forward allowing the jacket to billow forth.  Her
hair, now dyed a dark maroon, was tied into a tidy bun which
helped to support the cap.  She claimed to have gotten the outfit
off a real stewardess she'd seduced in a hotel years before and
then kicked out of her room in just her undies.  Brenda thought
it fit Wynona too well to have not been sized just for her.

All the men at the party wore full face masks to hide their
identities.  Brenda and Wynona alternated greeting them at the
door and inviting the men to feel them up.  They danced with the
men, always very close and with roaming hands all over them, they
drank, they laughed and frequently posed for pictures, sometimes
with each other and sometimes with masked men.

Two hours into the party, Brenda and Wynona were called into the
center of the living room.  They knelt, back to back, with the
men forming a circle around them.  The game Wynona had concocted
was on.  Each of them was to perform oral sex on a man until he
ejaculated in her mouth.  She would then spit the cum into a shot
glass before trying to guess his identity.  If she was right,
then the other woman had to drink and swallow it, while if she
was wrong, she had to swallow it herself.   And if both were
guessed wrong during the same turn, they had to swap their cum
with a french kiss before swallowing.

To make a long story short and not bore you with the disgusting
details, with each woman taking seven turns with a cock in her
mouth, Brenda guessed right twice and was glad to pass her glass
of hot semen to Wynona who had guessed wrong on both those turns
and so drank both her own and Brenda's glasses, the ladies both
guessed wrong four times and had to swap their loads of semen,
intermixing them on their tongues as they kissed each other
open-mouthed before swallowing, and Brenda guessed wrong once
when Wynona was right so Brenda had to drink both.

When all was said and done, the ladies' costumes were stained
with cum and their faces and hair were sticky.  Then Brenda made
a startling revelation.  "Wyn, you said twelve men were invited
to this party?"

"Yeah, so?"

"So why did we just suck fourteen?"

At this, everyone began to look around.

"Everyone take off your masks!" ordered Thomas Hardcastle, being
the first to do so.  Brenda's husband Jim, the three eighteen
year old boys from their neighborhood and the other three men
from Thomas' crew obliged.

"This was supposed to be anonymous," complained one of the masked
men.  "I didn't agree to be on camera with my face showing."

"We'll cut this part out," Thomas replied.  "This won't get
aired."

Reluctantly several other men slowly removed their masks, but as
they were doing so two others suddenly broke and bolted for the
front door.  In the confusion, one of them got away clean.  The
other was tackled on the lawn by Jim and he kicked and squirmed
as his mask was grabbed off his face.  To Jim's horror, the guy
was a complete stranger and had a youthful face.  But it was dark
out and to be honest even those pesky eighteen year olds who
lived down the block who were always feeling up and ogling his
wife were too young for her as well, so the guy could have been
twenty for all Jim knew.

In Jim's moment of hesitation, the guy shouted, "Hell, we was
just trick or treating and the bitch let us in to party!"  He
managed to squirm free from Jim's grasp and ran away down the
street after his friend.

Needless to say the entire special event was scrubbed and never
released (officially) by the studio.  Whether it managed to get
leaked onto the internet through newsgroups and peer-to-peer
services is a matter for debate.


Chapter 70

It was the middle of November before Brenda recovered from the
shock of what had happened on Halloween night.  The whole
incident of the masquerade party, intentionally concealing the
identities of every man there, leading to either her or Wynona's
confusion which allowed two uninvited strangers to come in and
join the festivities -- and to fill the ladies' mouths with their
sperm -- had traumatized the both of them.  The studio owner was
understanding of their need for a vacation from the rather
furious pace of filming over the previous four months, but
eventually he insisted they get back to work on new episodes. 
"The show must go on," he repeated on more than one occasion.

It was Thomas who brought the idea for Brenda's next big episode;
her grand return, as it were.  During her two weeks off, he had
arranged with their boss to run a donation drive like those often
seen on public television where a gift of a certain dollar value
is rewarded with a thank you gift such as a DVD or set of books.
But this donation drive would be a flat $1000 entrance to a sex
toy party put on by both Brenda and her mynx sidekick.  Attendees
would be required to keep their hands off the ladies while they
demonstrated various items for sale by sponsors of the studio.

The idea had already been green-lighted before either woman was
notified and preparations had already been made.  Thomas was
grateful for the easy going nature of his stars and their utter
willingness to show off their hot bodies and act like lesbian
lovers in front of the camera.  He got no resistance from either
one; in fact when he mentioned how the activities would work he
found that both women seemed eager to participate.

On the day of the demonstration, using a rented suite at a hotel
in the big city, the ladies were made up by professional make-up
artists before being dolled up in sheer lingerie and paraded out
before their audience.

Wynona's getup was an open, flowing sheer pink babydoll with
white frills around the neck, arms and hem.  The frills barely
covered her dark pink nipples, leaving nothing else of her pert
and perky breasts to the imagination.  She wore a white satin
thong with very thin spaghetti straps around her hips holding it
to her body.  Her ensemble was completed with sheer pink control
top stockings and a white bow in her hair, which she had recently
dyed with deep blood red streaks.  To give her both a height lift
and accentuate her slender legs and firm bottom, Wynona wore a
pair of glittery white ballet boots; the high heels keeping her
literally on her toes as she shuffled out of the dressing room.

Brenda's outfit was a sheer white body stocking with full length
sleeves and a form-fitting skirt bottom.  She was encouraged to
wear her Pigalle graffiti pumps so the studio could get some use
out of their expense.  She wore neither panties or a bra, leaving
all her assets breathtakingly exposed beneath the sheer material.

Both women's hair was fluffed, blown and tossed to flow
majestically around their shoulders and allow them to
occasionally toss their hair to one side while posing for the
cameras, which they did upon entering the sitting area of their
suite.  Brenda turned her backside to Wynona, bent forward and
put her hands on her knees.  She smooched the air toward the
nearest camera.  Wynona simply spread her legs a few inches
farther and placed her hands on her hips.

The one thing the women discovered on entering the central
sitting area which they had not been aware of was that their
audience had been allowed to bring their own cameras, and a
number of expensive looking still and video cameras mounted on
tripods greeted them.  Flashes went off quickly from all around.
Startled at first, the women stood with raised brows, arms and
legs akimbo, but being accustomed by this time to being in front
of cameras, they soon regained composure and turned to face each
camera, giving either a wink or blowing a kiss for their fans who
had paid the studio a tidy sum of money to be there.

"Alright ladies," Thomas announced, holding a microphone as he
walked about the room.  "You know the rules.  On the table before
you is a deck of playing cards.  This nudie deck was provided by
Lloyd's Love Shack on Spring Street, a steal at only ten dollars
for some of the loveliest young women ever captured on film.  You
each draw one card.  The high card gets to choose any two items
from the box behind the sofa and demonstrate their use on the
other lovely lady."

As they had agreed before coming out, the women gave their
audience a little thrill by holding each other's hands and
sharing a brief, closed-mouth kiss before sitting side by side on
the sofa, legs either held tightly together or crossed in a
proper, ladylike fashion, to pull their cards from the deck
before them.

Brenda drew the first card and, after glancing at it, turned it
to show to the audience.  Pictured was a young woman with firm
smallish breasts down on her knees in the sand, leaning backward
with her arms raised to the sky as if giving praise to the sun. 
In the corners were the number nine and a club.

Wynona drew her card, looked it over and turned it to the
audience.  It depicted another young woman with smallish but very
upturned breasts, nipples pointing upward, apparently dancing
under a spray of water from a lawn sprinkler.  In the corners
were a 5 and heart.

"Woo woo!" Brenda cheered with a grin.  She taunted, "I get to go
first.  I get to go first."  Moving behind the sofa, Brenda bent
over, leaving her ass on display to the side of it -- which sent
flash bulbs into a frenzy -- and retrieved her first two items.

"You've been a naughty girl," Brenda teased, shaking a pair of
velvet lined handcuffs before her.  "And naughty girls get
punished," she added, producing what appeared to be two pair of
tweezers with little silver bells at the vertex.

Wynona shot her a glance with raised eyebrows as if to say,
"You're starting with THAT?"  But she dutifully presented her
wrists to be cuffed before her, then hung her head in mock shame.
 Brenda let her fingertips lightly walk up Wynona's slender arms,
over her shoulders and down her chest where she dipped under her
friend's top to fish out her right breast.  With just the one
hanging out, she thought Wynona looked delightful and tasty; very
much the naughty tease Brenda knew her to be in real life. 
Taking a moment to figure out how to use the nipple clamps she'd
chosen from the box, Brenda found she couldn't really get a good
hold on Wynona's dark pink nipples because they weren't erect. 
So Brenda did what any good breast lover would do; she rolled
Wynona's nipple between her thumb and forefinger until it began
to harden and lengthen.  She kept this up until the clamp fit. 
While the women shifted about, the little silver bell on the end
jingled lightly, brightening the hearts of all who witnessed the
tender scene.

As Brenda scooped out Wyn's left breast to do the same, Thomas
continued his talk about the sponsors who had donated these items
for the show and some of the other love enhancers they offered
for the discerning dom or sub.

With both nipples stiff and clamped, Wynona turned to face her
fans and gave her boobs a shake to jingle the bells as hard and
as loud as they would.  Although both women would later agree
that the sound was cheerful and light at best, no one in the room
that day complained.

"Now it's my turn, bitch," Wynona hissed with a wicked curl at
the corners of her mouth.

"Nuh uh uh, we have to draw cards again," Brenda pointed out.  "I
might win again!"

Sitting again with their smooth legs crossed, Wynona drew the
first card.  It was a queen of diamonds with a photo of a woman
whose body was so tight that her ribs were clearly visible as she
strode on tiptoes, very upright, through a garden of sunflowers.
"Ha ha!  Top that!" she shouted, but her hopes were quickly
dashed when Brenda did just that.  "Ooh, the king of clubs.  Suck
it!"  She stuck out her tongue at Wynona.

Going around the sofa again, Brenda came back with a pair of
gags.  One was a simple ball gag with an elastic band running
through a hole in the center of the squishy ball.  The other was
a solid plastic ring about an inch and-a-half or maybe two inches
in diameter.  Thomas continued his advertisements for their
sponsors while Brenda took her sweet time pushing the ball behind
Wynona's teeth and virtually sliding skin over skin around her
like she was a stripper pole before securing the strap in back. 
Never having actually taken off her handcuffs or the nipple
clamps, Wynona stood like a degraded sub, jingling with every
movement as Brenda's lithe body moved in continuous contact with
her own.

Brenda stepped around her other side and traced Wynona's lips
with a fingertip to note how completely the ball gag sealed her
mouth and left her speechless.  After a minute, Brenda removed
the ball gag and slipped the plastic ring gag behind her best
friends' teeth.  Wyn's mouth was now propped open even more than
it had been with the soft ball.

Brenda stood away and, taking one of Wynona's jingly nipple clips
in each hand, gently lifted and pulled.  The younger woman's
turgid nipples stiffened even further as her pert breasts were
raised just a little.  Brenda took a step backward, then another,
leading Wynona by her pinched nipples.  Brenda walked her all the
way around the sofa.  Both woman had difficulty walking, being as
Brenda was certainly not used to walking backward in the high
heeled Pigalle pumps and Wynona was on her tiptoes in painfully
high heels of her own, but they made a terrific show for the sea
of flashing cameras and that was the point of the day's
activities.

Wynona tried to speak but her words were malformed and
undecipherable.  Brenda noticed a small rivulet of saliva running
Cdown Wyn's chin and realized that with the ring gag she could
not help but drool; there simply was no alternative.  She spared
her friend any further humiliation by removing the ring.  Wynona
spent a minute working out the stiffness in her jaws before
continuing their game of high card.

In the third round, Brenda pulled a two of clubs while Wynona
pulled a nine of spades.  "NOW it's my turn!" Wynona spat in a
whisper for only her friend's ears.  "And I'm gonna give you
something you've been wanting for a long time."  She shuffled her
way around the couch just as fast as her ballet boots would let
her, bent at the waist, giving everyone a great view of her ass
with just a g-string running up the crack, and fished through the
box of toys.  When she found what she had seen earlier, she
smiled a wide, toothy grin and came back to sit beside Brenda. 
Turning toward the slightly older woman, Wynona took charge of
the situation by getting a firm hold on the neck of Brenda's body
stocking and tearing it asunder.  With a loud rrrriiiiiiip
Brenda's chest came that little bit more into view than it
already had been under the see through nylon.

"Lie back and take this like a woman," Wynona sneered as she
unscrewed the top of a small bottle.  The inside of the top held
a soft applicator brush like a feather duster.  Though Brenda was
in shock at Wynona's forceful display of dominance, she noted the
brush seemed to be covered with some sort of golden brown powder.
 She lay back against the arm of the couch, unable to find the
strength to rise or to fend off Wynona's advances as the younger
woman began to lightly dust the powder on Brenda's nipples.

The soft brush danced delicately over her left nipple.  It sent
shivers both up and down Brenda's spine and she took a sharp
breath.  Wynona coated the nipple thoroughly, with light dabs and
short, glancing strokes.  Then she moved on to Brenda's right
nipple and played with it more forcefully, dusting the golden
powder in circles around and around the nipple; she made half a
dozen passes until it became thoroughly stiff.

Wynona didn't bother to cap the bottle, tossing it quickly to the
small table with the deck of nudie cards, and dove forward to
take Brenda's right nipple between her lips and front teeth.  She
bit down just enough to make Brenda gasp, then held the turgid
nipple tight between her teeth as she attacked it with rough
side-to-side swipes of the tip of her tongue.  Brenda gasped
again, bucking her hips and arching her back, but Wynona kept her
hold and continued her assault on the delectable honey powder
covered nipple by flicking her tongue up and down which pushed it
repeatedly against her upper and lower teeth.

"Oh god!" Brenda moaned as she reached a sudden climax.  She
couldn't think that she had ever cum so quickly in all her life.
The sensation, and perhaps the naughtiness of the situation, was
just so arousing for her.

With Brenda's head back and her eyes closed in a combination of
shame and lust, she did not see that Wynona had been holding
another small vial in the palm of her right hand, which she now
unstopped and poured the contents into her left palm.  While she
wrung her hands together to spread the scented, flavored massage
oil onto both of her hands, Wynona switched position to latch
onto Brenda's other nipple -- the one on which she'd gone easy
when applying the honey powder.  But rather than take it in her
teeth this time, Wynona opened her mouth wide, hiding her
choppers behind her lips, and encircled Brenda's wide areola as
if sucking a penis.

Wynona's hands pushed through the ripped front of Brenda's body
stocking and made full contact with her belly.  She nursed on
Brenda's tit for a few minutes while rubbing all up and down
Brenda's belly and sides, going up and around her breasts to coat
her shoulders and neck with the oil.  Backing off just a bit,
Wynona admired the sheen of her friend's skin before cupping her
breasts and working the oil over them with an inward squeeze
which ultimately brought her thumbs and index fingers to encircle
the stiff nipples.

Brenda moaned again as her body shuddered under another orgasm. 
For her this was great.  She was experiencing multiple orgasms
without anyone even touching her pussy.  This proved that she
didn't need to have sex to get off, and that Wynona's touch was
every bit as electric as she had felt on the very first day they
met at the gas station.

Once Brenda's torso was thoroughly covered in massage oil, Wynona
slipped a finger between Brenda's lips.  As expected, her friend
locked down and began sucking the tropical fruit flavor from her
digit.  Wynona leaned forward and planted a kiss on Brenda's
exposed neck, then began to kiss and gently suck her way down
Brenda's right shoulder, where she turned and came back along the
top of her chest, staying away from her heaving breast, before
kissing her way down Brenda's sternum to her belly.  From there
Wynona extended her tongue and licked in small circles upward
until her tongue slid into the space beneath Brenda's left breast
and ribs.  She swiped her tongue from side to side, seeking out
all the delicious oil she had massaged in there, before kissing
her way up the swell of the magnificent breast to once again
suckle on the nipple.

Brenda wasn't sure if she felt a third orgasm or not; she was
lost in her own little world, vaguely aware of flashbulbs and
whistling somewhere beyond the mists of her depraved mind.  In
time, the mist faded and Brenda came back around to reality to
find Wynona sitting a few feet from her, legs crossed in a very
ladylike fashion, beaming at her.

"Well," Thomas Hardcastle commented after a long pause, "that was
certainly entertaining.  I don't think anyone here can say that
they did not get their money's worth.  Every penny paid for
itself right there.  Well ladies, shall we continue?  Just two
more rounds?"

Brenda vainly pulled the torn pieces of her body stocking
together across her chest -- as if the sheer white material
afforded her any modesty at all, and the women reached for their
next cards.  Brenda this time pulled an ace of spades while Wyn
drew a seven of hearts.

"What can I possibly find in that box to outdo what you just did
to me in front of all these people?" Brenda asked.  She stood and
was immediately aware that she had lost one of her shoes in the
throes of passion.  Rather than go looking for it, she kicked off
the other and strode barefoot around the couch.  "Oh my my my,
look what I have here!" she exclaimed.  Wynona had hoped she
might go for one of two items she'd had her own eye on, and sure
enough Brenda came up holding a big vibrator such as one might
use on their back or thighs to relax major muscles.  It was a
sturdy piece of equipment, around seven inches long, with a wide
disc head; except that one "side" of the disc was flattened a
bit.  Brenda flipped the sole switch on the long handle of the
unit and was pleased to find it had been prepped with batteries
as the disc head began vibrating quite visibly.  I say visibly,
but it was also quite a loud unit, as well, which made the
payback all the more sweet as she moved toward the front of the
couch, waving the vibe closer and closer toward Wynona's crotch.
"Spread 'em!" she commanded.

Wynona began to tremble.  Was it excitement?  Fear?  What did she
had to be fearful of?  Just that she was about to be forced to
cum, probably several times, in front of a room of horny older
men with cameras pointed right at her pussy.  That happened to
people every day, right?  Nothing to fear.

Slowly Wynona pushed herself against the back of the couch and
spread her legs.  But Brenda obviously felt they could go wider,
as she used both hands, the vibe still running in one, to push
Wynona's thighs farther apart.  The young woman's feet were no
longer on the floor as the relentless vibrating disc came into
contact with her pussy lips.  A sharp "Ah!" shot from her mouth
before she could stop it.

Brenda relished the torment of her young friend as she turned the
disc this way and that, making contact with Wynona's clitoris
with both the rounded side and the flat side, rotating it all
around so the full length of the woman's pussy lips was in
contact with the madly vibrating head and then only the apex of
her lips with her clitoris taking the full brunt of the assault.
Her head tossed and a long stream of "No no no no no oh oh oh oh
god oh god yes" ran off her tongue.

Brenda could clearly see when Wynona reached her climax, as the
younger woman's abdomen muscles contracted about as far as they
possibly could and she drew up her legs until her feet, still
strapped into the ballet boots, dug into the cushion top of the
couch.  Then she gave her friend a very slight respite, moving
the incessant vibrator from her pussy up to her nipples, which
she noticed no longer had their clamps dangling forth.  For her
part, Wynona put an index finger across the opening of her mouth
and bit down on it to keep from shrieking in pleasure.  She had
played with vibrators many times throughout her tweens, but had
never had one so forcefully used upon her.

Both nipples were played with before Brenda returned her
attention to Wynona's crotch, where she toyed with her friend by
moving it close and holding it just millimeters from her clit,
letting anticipation and the constant hum drive Wynona wild
before pulling it away.  After doing this four times, she looked
deep into Wynona's eyes and knew that they both wanted this.  The
flattened side of the vibrator head came into contact with
Wynona's full slit once more and Brenda did not let up until she
saw and smelled the juices flowing from her friend's pussy.

Brenda pulled away from Wynona but before discarding the
vibrator, she held it against her own clit until she spasmed.

"So then," Wynona said after taking a drink to replenish the
water she was sweating out, "one more round.  Who's gonna take
the prize?"  They each drew their cards and held them close; each
trying to judge the other's hand by the look in her eyes.

"You first," Brenda taunted.

"No no, you go first."

"No I insist.  You first."

"No really, I insist."

Brenda took a deep breath and very slowly laid her card, face
down, on the table.  She then turned it over with excruciating
slowness to reveal...

The two of diamonds.

"Hell yeah!" Wynona shouted, jumping to her feet before
remembering the ballet boots.  She grimaced in discomfort before
slamming her nine of diamonds onto the table atop Brenda's card.
"Now Brenda, I know you've seen all the items left in the box. 
Which do you think I'm going to get?  I want you to shut your
eyes... good girl.  Now get up on the couch on all fours.  Just
stand there on all fours with your lovely tits hanging down for
everyone to see.  Yeah, that's nice.  Keep your eyes shut.  No
peeking."

Wynona was so excited, she almost fell twice getting around
behind the couch to get her last item and claim the prize as the
master in this relationship.  She turned her back to the crowd of
impatiently waiting, horny-as-hell onlookers and crouched behind
the furniture to keep it a secret for as long as she could.

"Are your eyes still closed, Brenda?" she asked, looking over the
back of the couch to verify Brenda was still obediently waiting
in anticipation.  Her friend wiggled her butt high in the air in
response.

A gasp ran through their audience when Wynona stepped back around
the couch and climbed over the arm to kneel behind Brenda.  Her
hands came to rest gently on Brenda's upturned buttocks and she
pushed them apart a bit.

"Wyn?  What... what are you doing?  Wyn I don't think... ohh!" 
Brenda's head flew back, her eyes wide and her mouth contorted in
several shapes as she made noises she had never made before. 
Wynona slid a firm jelly dildo between Brenda's parted pussy lips
and began to fuck her in slow, deep strokes.  Brenda looked back
to confirm the thing was strapped around Wynona's waist, her
friend wearing a hungry smile as she slowly rode Brenda doggy
style.  As her in and out thrusts grew in intensity, Wynona's
boobs jiggled, but not so much as Brenda's heavier, hanging
breasts which swayed freely back and forth over the cushions.

Brenda wasn't sure just how ashamed she ought to be to be
literally fucked by another woman in front of strangers who were
hurriedly snapping pictures and videoing her ordeal.  She lowered
her head to the cushion and turned her face away from her fans
while Wynona continued to ride her like a man.

End of Part 26

NOTE:  If you've missed the story so far, you can download it
free of charge at my website at
http://www.storiesofsirrender.com/.  As of April 2009 I am still
adding new chapters to "What Some People Will Do" and looking for
new ideas and directions for the story.  I have put a feedback
form on my website if you would like to make suggestions.

Thank you!  Sir Render

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