"I wish..." I grinned at Arnold's panicked expression.
"Wait, no, don't!" Arnold waved his hands at me and scooted away.
"...that both our dicks were ball deep in Lauren Wu's pussy--while still being attached to us!"
A sudden tingle and the hot binding pressure of my pants was replaced by hotter wet slippery tightness. I wiggled my hips experimentally and felt myself shifting around. That hard shaft below mine was probably Arnold, though it was difficult to tell. I rolled to my knees facing the TV and began thrusting. Arnold collapsed onto his back and twitched slightly. As Lauren's moaning got louder he raised his head up to watch.
***
Lauren was only dimly concerned about the fact she was practically topless and playing with herself on live TV. Her breasts felt amazing! She'd never been able to pleasure herself this well before, even with fancy vibrators and massage oils. Her trembling fingers lacked the dexterity to unbutton her blouse, but the wispy cloth tore easily as she tugged, scattering buttons across the news desk. She ran her fingertips across her exposed flesh and felt tension rising in her still dribbling pussy.
She froze as she felt something shove its way into her trembling wet cunt. She tightened down automatically and felt not one but two cocks shifting inside her most private space. She moaned and bit her lip as one began pumping into her. Her pussy clamped down and she felt herself thrusting her pelvis in time with the phantom cock.
The "on-air" screen showed Lauren with her head thrown back, enormous F cup tits flopping out of her ruined top, arms spread and braced against the news desk as she rhythmically dry humped, moaning louder and louder as the tension in her crotch built towards orgasm. 'Lauren Wu, half naked, fucking her brains out.' scrolled across the bottom of the screen.
***
I tensed and grunted as I shot my wad. Arnold whined as his body shook in a series of spasms.
"No! Don't stop now!" Lauren sobbed. She'd bent over the desk putting her weight on her forearms. Her tits swayed hypnotically as frantically pumped and rolled her hips, her chair shaking all over the place.
I began thrusting again, deep, hard, well spaced thrusts. At first Arnold made short rapid movements, barely sliding in and out at all, but offering Lauren maximum stimulation. It dawned on me that Arnold must have really gotten some of the action he bragged about. On the TV Lauren's head and hair hung down as she quivered, her breathing fast and hoarse and shallow. Arnold began counter-thrusting, pulling out as I moved in and Lauren ground her breasts against the desk and began chanting.
***
"Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh!" Lauren trembled and pressed on her crotch with both hands as her orgasm exploded. Her breasts throbbed in response and she nearly passed out from the overwhelming pleasure. She lay exhausted across her anchor desk, arms arms hanging limp as waves of warm release washed over her body. She stared blankly at the on-air monitor. When she recovered enough to read it the screen was showing an instant replay of her and the ticker scroll flashed 'Lauren Wu, age 28, orgasming on live television!'
She sat back in her chair slowly, her tender muscles protesting any swift movement. She felt her two phantom cocks rapidly shrinking and slipping from her abused sex. She twitched her hips slightly and pursed her lips, not as bad as that time she got drunk after finals week, but she'd be sore & stretched for a few days.
She heard footsteps and looked up to see her producer walking over to her. Lauren half-heartedly pulled the transparent scraps of her blouse over her nipples. Relaxed, she judged they were maybe twice as large as they had been before her broadcast. They began tightening again as she caught her boss staring at them before he cleared his throat.
"Lauren, that was a great bit. The network reps loved it and say they're going to run the whole thing unedited on our national affiliate! I wasn't sure you were up to showing your stuff, but you really ran with it! That orgasm was hot hot stuff." He leaned in and whispered loudly. "That was the real thing wasn't it? Oh we'll tell the FCC you faked it to stay inside their guidelines, but I can tell the difference between acting and a real orgasm." He stepped back, smiling in appreciation at her tightly crinkled nipples. "Damn, girl! First on-air striptease and "simulated" orgasm on a news program, top that Fox news!" He pumped his fist in the air and swaggered over to return to the network rep.
"Come on hon, lets get you back to wardrobe for a quick shower and into some comfy clothes."
Lauren glanced up and let her assistant help her out of her chair, she didn't seem to have any difficulty moving now and started to cover her chest with her arms before looking back at the screen. Slow motion droplets of sweat were flying off her breasts as she thrashed her hips. Lauren dropped her arms numbly, why bother covering them now when everyone had seen them?
***
"Dude, Joey, That was awesome man." Arnold idly adjusted his junk. I'd flipped channels back to the ballgame when the network started showing slow-mo repeats of Lauren fucking us.
"No problemo Arnie, anything else you wanna do tonight?