Susan Carter - The hidden camera

"Aaaaaaahhhhhhh!!" Again, a moan, a ripple of delight went through the room. Zippers were opened and male hands found their way up dresses as everyone watched the nakedly kneeling girl begin hungrily sucking on the penis as her other hand stroked the blond Herman's excited penis. Her head bobbed back and forth as she devoured as much of the hard flesh as she could. Ben's long pulsating shaft glistened with her saliva and shone in the overhead spotlight as the big bodyguard began to brutally fuck in and out of her mouth, his powerful hips pumping back and forth. With a loud groan, his hands reached down to tangle in her long charcoal black hair and hold her head in place as he began to jolt her with the force of his inward strokes.

Herman meanwhile contented himself with reaching down and caressing her nakedly quivering breasts as she sucked with eyes blissfully closed. The room was thick now with cigarette smoke and the pungent, sweetish smell of hashish. Couples were openly and lewdly embracing each other. The smell of alcohol hung heavy in the air as men were drinking, a fever in their flesh as they watched the salaciously exciting spectacle up on stage. Clothes were being dropped hastily to the floor with a sibilant rustle as almost everyone felt the need to be naked. Yet every eye was on the stage and the helpless young girl who was so obscenely crouched between the two men.

The girl pulled Ben's wetly glistening cock from her mouth with obvious reluctance, her lips clinging until the very last minute then her tongue licking its underside lasciviously, before she snapped her head around and opened her mouth wide to take in Herman's long hard thickness. Her free hand groped behind her for the swollen wet cock her lewdly hungering mouth had just abandoned; it was slippery in her hand, and she fondled it's heatedly pulsating length as her mouth slid back and forth over the hot pole of male flesh with an ecstatic intensity.

The two men were aroused now to a near-violent state, and they crowded around her nakedly kneeling body, their hands massaging and roughly fondling her tender flesh. They seemed determined to do everything to this girl, and they were growing wilder and rougher with each passing second. They tried and finally succeeded in getting both of their hotly throbbing cocks in her ovalled little mouth at the same time.

They held her head tilted back, holding her brutally by her long hair as they stood side by side fucking into her beautiful face. People in the audience left their seats to press around the stage in order to see this obscene humiliation of the girl. Her head was forced back and her mouth was grotesquely opened wide as both massively thickened penises were crammed into her mouth. Wildly, insanely, she sucked at both of them, her hands cupping their powerful buttocks and pulling them toward her. Women panted and men gaped with open mouths at the sight of the voluptuous young girl sucking both lust-thickened cocks at once.

Then the men pulled away, pulling their hardened shafts from her eagerly sucking mouth and picking her up by her arms to throw her brutally on the bed.

The girl lay obscenely sprawled on the tilted bed, her ripe young breasts swaying before partially melting into her chest. Her legs were side-spread and each member of the audience could dearly see the hair fringed edges of her tight little cunt and how it glistened with lewd excitement in the spotlights. The scene in the room was explosive: anything could happen. A sexual heat was gripping everyone – everyone except Fred Hartman who sat cool and calm, only his glittering eyes giving away his perverted desire. He wanted to see the girl, Nancy Dodge, degrade and debase herself completely. He wanted to see her humiliated in a way she would never forget.

And he was about to see that happen as his two muscle-men loomed over her. Their teeth were tightly gritted in animal lust and their faces showed the sadistic thrill they were getting. One of them, the blond chauffeur Herman, had started to crawl up on the bed, a low animal growl of savagery in his throat.

"No!" The voice of Fred Hartman was quiet and carried a great deal of authority behind it. Herman stopped instantly, squinting into the hazy smoke and darkness. Fred Hartman spoke with the weary patience of someone speaking to a not-too-bright boy. "You've forgotten the oil, Herman. You and Ben have forgotten the oil."

The two men exchanged grins, and Herman reached under the bed, coming up with a large bottle of clear baby oil. He unscrewed the cap and threw it aside, then held the bottle over the full sensuous breasts of the Dodge girl who lay so invitingly on the bed. He poured the oil over her soft naked mounds with their big bulleted nipples. Nancy, smiling lewdly, used her hands to smear the thick, glistening oil all over her stomach while a lewdly grinning Ben rubbed it all over her curving thighs and buttocks. He devoted considerable attention to the deep shadowy crevice between her ass-cheeks and to her widespread cuntal furrow.

Nancy Dodge seemed to enjoy caressing herself. She was maddened by lust or drugs or a combination of both, and she massaged her oil-sheered breasts rhythmically as she tucked her chin in and bent her head as both hands tried hard to hold one slippery mound up in place while her tongue licked at the nipple.

The audience groaned again as people crowded closer, sweating, intent on the lewd girl nakedly writhing on the bed, her body covered with oil and glistening in the light.

Fred Hartman's "parties" were always bizarre and unusual. He was a man who gave parties and had no friends. No one who knew him could say they knew him well. Even his employees couldn't really say they understood or knew him. Immensely wealthy, he traveled a great deal, going to strange parts of the world where tourists never dared go. When at home on his estate outside of Chicago, he was a recluse until he decided, without any apparent reason and without warning, to throw a party.

His parties were the talk of a select crowd of swingers and adventurers. Hartman selected his guests the same way he selected his girls: carefully. Some of his parties got wild and… if words got to the authorities… he could be in trouble. Yet… because they were so wild… people died to have an invitation to his estate. It was often said… and none ever disagreed, "You'll never forget a Fred Hartman party."

Why did he do it, why did he give such lascivious parties where girls performed and humiliated themselves in front of others? No one could give more than an educated guess. Fred himself was an aloof man who expertly parried any question he didn't care to answer. Still, the questions persisted. And, at this latest party, everyone was gloating over the oil-covered, stunning brunette writhing so lewdly on the bed, and they were wondering: where did he get her?

She was too stunning, too voluptuously beautiful in every way to be some tramp whore he picked up off the streets. Yet, she acted like a real slut. She was obviously enjoying her lewdness as she lay nakedly spread-eagled on the bed while Herman and Ben obscenely pawed her body, sticking their oil-coated fingers up her tight little cunt and fucking them savagely in and out.

The girl was virtually out of control as she undulated on the bed like some belly dancer gone mad with lust. Herman's and Ben's hands were all over her slippery body, and it was obvious that the sensual feel of the lubricant was arousing the two big brutal men to the exploding point. It was a wild pagan scene to watch in the hot room; both of the naked men were beginning to sweat under the spotlights as Herman finally got a firm grip on her slippery waist and crouched over her. "Fuck her!" a man called hoarsely and the cry was taken up by one and all. "Fuck her!"