After a brief pause, Claire pulled them down to expose a tiny strip of bright red hair just above the junction of her perfect smooth thighs. She looked around and sat down in an armchair, taking the microphone stand with her and positioning it at the right height.
Frankie had gone strangely quiet, his mouth hanging open, a small dribble of saliva running from its side.
“Shall I start now Frankie?” she asked.
He jumped slightly. “What? Oh, yeah, go for it, baby.”
Claire drew her legs up into the chair and allowed them to fall open to give herself access to her pussy. Frankie groaned loudly causing her to look up.
“Are you OK?” she asked.
“Er, yeah, sure, I’m fine. Just practising some moaning out load. Go on, touch yourself,” he ordered.
Claire closed her eyes and allowed her right hand to slide down her flat stomach to her cunt, slipping her long graceful fingers down her long pink wet pussy lips and back up to her clit. With her left hand she began alternately tweaking her nipples, pulling on them gently to make them stiff.
Gently rubbing her clit in a circular motion, Claire felt herself moistening and her breathing quickening. “Mmmm,” she moaned spontaneously at the feelings of lust sweeping through her body.
“That’s really nice, darling,” Frankie breathed, causing her eyes to snap open. He was kneeling between her legs, staring intently at her busy fingers caressing the folds of her open pussy.
Trying to ignore him, Claire closed her eyes and continued her elegant manipulations but she couldn’t quite recapture her earlier escalating excitement.
“What’s wrong, babe?” Frankie asked. “I still need some bigger moans than that.”
“I don’t know,” Claire said, too polite to say that he’d put her off with his dark glasses and slightly skewed wig.
“I’ve got an idea!” Frankie stated, before leaning over and taking her right nipple into his mouth.
“Oh!” Claire squeaked in astonishment as he began to lick and suck her bud enthusiastically.
She closed her eyes again, admitting to herself that it did feel nice if a little awkward that Frankie was pleasuring her tits for the sake of a record. In any case she was soon masturbating herself busily whilst moaning softly into the microphone.
In some ways it wasn’t a surprise when a few minutes later she felt Frankie reach down and slip two fingers into her damp pussy but she groaned loudly as he began vigorously pushing them in and out of her, making a lewd squelching sound. She just counted herself lucky that he was so committed to make her a star that he would go to such lengths for her.
“Yeah, honey, that’s better,” Frankie said in response to the increased volume of her groaning before he went down on her sticky cunt, flicking his tongue over her turgid clit and allowing her to tweak both of her nipples simultaneously.
All-in-all it was no surprise when Claire began to feel herself approaching orgasm so it was particularly disappointing when Frankie suddenly disengaged from his frantic pussy-licking.
“What’s wrong?” Claire asked as he stood up in front of her.
“It’s no good, your moanings good but I need it to be louder and more lustful. I wouldn’t normally engage in such activity with a client but I don’t see any choice,” he said as he pulled his trousers down and released his erection.
It took Claire a moment to work out what Frankie intended to do by which time he had lifted her legs over his shoulders and impaled her with his stiff rod.
“Oooh!” Claire squeaked in surprise as he began to thrust himself in and out of her perfect pussy.
“That’s it, baby! Louder!” Frankie encouraged.
Claire supposed that, because he’d only come in her willing able mouth that morning, Frankie would have a high level of stamina as far as his lovemaking went. And indeed it soon became apparent that he would last a long time as Claire’s passion began to re-intensify until she came noisily despite her lack of attraction to him.
Frankie just flipped her over and re-entered from behind without a word.
“Haven’t we got enough yet, Frankie?” she managed to gasp as he recommenced to shaft her powerfully, this time from behind.
“No, not yet. I need to you to scream louder!” he huffed. “In fact, why don’t we try this!” he growled, pulling out her sorely abused pussy.
“Noooooo!” Claire screamed as, without so much as a warning, Frankie pushed his ugly cock into her tiny tight anal rosebud. “Ugh, ugh, ugh,” she grunted as he mercilessly fucked her fabulous fundament.
“That’s better! Keep moaning loud, babe!” he ordered before promptly flooding her rectum with his ghastly gunk. “Oh, fuck, yes!” he shouted before collapsing on top of her.
After a pause, Claire tried to wriggle out from underneath him but she was still speared uncomfortably up her tight anus by his cock. Eventually he giddily pulled himself out of her, causing her to give a final groan.
She stood up gingerly. “Do you think we got enough moans, Frankie?” she asked as some rank jism slid out of her butt and down the inside of her thigh.
Frankie slumped back into the chair. “Yeah, I think we might have enough,” he said wheezily.
That afternoon, after a long cleansing shower, Claire drove to the studio with Frankie. When they got there, she realised that it was actually a college.
“I thought we were going to a top recording studio?” she queried as she got out of the car, wincing slightly at the soreness in her delicious bottom.
“Trust me. This place has a great set-up. It’s closed for the holidays and it’s really cheap,” Frankie replied reassuringly.
They met an old balding man dressed in a brown work coat who introduced himself as Alf, the college caretaker. Occasionally leering at Claire’s impressive bosom, he showed them through the deserted school corridors until they found themselves in a music room with a studio attached to the back.
The studio was bigger than Frankie’s amateur setup but still somewhat cramped. Frankie showed her the booth in which she would be singing and the attached sound-room from which the engineer would control the recording.
Before she’d had a chance to really take it all in, Alf returned with the musicians and engineer.
“Babe, I want to introduce you to Pete, Jez and Ed who play the circuit as The Machine Players and Nigel who’s a great soundman. Lads, this is Claire, the amazing find I was telling you about. You’re going to be astounded by her, um, distinctive sound!”
The four men seemed really pleased to see her, eyeing her full-breasted body and endless legs in a distinctly friendly manner.
Claire smiled back at them amiably, just thankful that they were here to help.