Now that they were horizontal on a raised stage, the audience couldn’t directly see much of their bodies or much of what they were doing. Everyone who had not already been watching on TV shifted their attention to the big-screen televisions hung above the stage. There was an employee with a camera beside the bed, and a camera-equipped drone hovering just overhead. One or both of the cameras would always have a good angle.
At first Fred and Suzanne just wrapped their arms around each other and kissed passionately. Then Fred began to move his hand around her body, lightly caressing nearly everywhere, but avoiding her pussy. He fondled her breasts, and took her swollen nipples in his mouth, kissing and sucking but carefully avoiding any contact with his teeth. She had explained how sore those nipples were.
Now he gently fondled the outside of her pussy. She, as instructed, spread her legs wide open to offer a better view. The drone moved in for close ups. Fred returned to her breasts and abdomen, then fondled her pussy again, then the inside of her thighs, then back to her pussy. He continued this pattern, gradually spending more time on her pussy and less time elsewhere.
The tip of his finger ran up the slit of her pussy, just barely inside, and gave a stroke to her clit as it emerged at the top. Her pussy lips were sore; her clit was not. Both Fred and management wanted her highly aroused and focused on how good this all felt before he did anything that might cause pain to her tortured pussy lips.
It was a little hard for the cameras to pick up, but his cock was pressed against Suzanne’s hip. She was grasping, fondling, and gently stroking. With or without this extra stimulation, his erection was in no danger of going away. He had strict instructions to warn her to back off if he felt at all close to coming.
Still kissing her lips, Fred probed deeper into her pussy with his fingers. In and out of her vagina, up and down the slit between her pussy lips, around and around on her clit. First one finger all the way inside her, then two, then three, pushing in and out, flexing up and down deep inside, pressing on her G-spot. Suzanne began to moan gently. Fingers back up to her clit, rubbing and circling harder and faster now.
Then he abruptly broke off, slid down between her legs, and began to lick her pussy. He traced nearly the same pattern with his tongue as he had with his fingers, probing the entrance to her vagina, up and down the slit, up to her clit. The drone hovered just behind and to the right of his head, and at first, Fred pulled away every five or ten seconds to take a breath and allow a clear view of Suzanne’s sopping pussy. Twice he pulled her pussy lips apart with his fingers to give a close up view of her clit, and then of the tip of his tongue returning to her clit.
Then he went to work on her clit more steadily. Licking, sucking, pulling it between his lips. Licking steadily now, up and down, back and forth, around and around. Well-placed microphones picked up Suzanne breathing faster and faster and more and more heavily. She moaned at intervals, not so gently any more, and finally exploded in an orgasm that no one watching could miss. Fred kept licking her clit; she squirmed and tried to escape and cried out “Enough! Stop!” He kept licking, and the crowd cheered.
Now he crawled back up her body and kissed her on the lips, probing deep inside her mouth, transferring pussy juices from his lips and tongue to hers. As he did this, he also reached down and gave her clit a few extra strokes with his finger, to help maintain her immediate post-orgasmic state. Then he rolled off her and on to his back, his erection pointing at the sky. She straddled him on all fours, brought her pussy down on his cock, and took him all the way in.
Her pussy was on full display in this position, pointed at the audience and the cameras, his cock disappearing and reappearing, all the way in to her pussy and then nearly all the way out. The drone camera was just behind them and a bit above; the camera man was on his knees, shooting closeups of her pussy from just below.
Fred was not likely to last long at this level of stimulation. He knew it; she knew it; management guessed it. And yet he somehow managed to hold it together. Suzanne continued to move up and down on his cock, but slowly, trying to prolong things.
After just a few minutes, the voice in her earpiece told Suzanne to turn around. Sit on his cock with your back to Fred and your face to the audience. Lean back, and slowly pump your pussy up and down on his cock. Less of her pussy was exposed, but enough, and the exposed part was even more open than before. And now her breasts were also facing the audience and the cameras. And Fred’s cock still disappeared and reappeared, disappeared and reappeared.
Now it was Fred’s breath getting audibly ragged over the microphones. The voice in her ear told Suzanne to rub her own clit while she continued to move her pussy up and down on Fred’s cock. Suddenly he shoved his pelvis up and into her, exploding with cum deep inside her and out of view for the audience. Suzanne kept sliding up and down on his cock, rapidly now, causing him to jerk and thrash and flail about.
She gave her clit a few more strokes and was overwhelmed by her second orgasm, or maybe it was her third or fourth. It was hard to keep count, or to be sure when one ended and another began. She quickly took her finger away from her clit. She wasn’t mentally able to torment herself with unbearably intense pleasure the way she had tormented Fred after he came and the way he had tormented her with his tongue on her orgasmic clit.