The Friday Show – the following morning (3) [F-solo] [M-solo] [FFMM] [exhibitionism] [mc]

Laura was woken up by the unrelenting ring of her phone. She struggled to keep her eyes open. Her mouth was dry and with a foul taste.

She swallowed and reached clumsily for the phone to answer the call.

Her voice slurry as she answered:
“Yes”

There was a pause from the other side.
“Laura? It’s Ron. Ron Hayden. From the Post”.

Ron was an old acquaintance, almost a friend. Laura cleared her throat: “Hi Ron. How are you?”

“Worried. Are you home?”

“Uh, yes”

“What are you doing?”

Laura’s eyes were fixed on the screen. The same studio as the day before, but with three different people now.

The blond girl had been replaced by a redhead with curly hair, an hourglass figure, and long, slender legs. She was wearing green lace lingerie and nothing else.

She was kneeling on the floor in the middle of the studio, in front of a tall, dark-haired man. He had the muscular body of an athlete and the impressive cock of a pornstar. The girl was holding his ass with both hands and slowly, methodically and passionately licking and sucking the hard member in front of her face.

To the left of the couple, a new anchorman – younger, probably in his early 30s, brown hair with a professional short cut, wearing an impeccable suit and tie – calmly recited the usual, senseless litany of words.

“I’m watching Channel Four”, she answered. “They are still broadcasting that porn show. It really has become a national emergency. When will it end?”

“Are you feeling well?” , asked Ron.

“Yes. Are you watching this? You need to see it. It is unbelievable”.

“No. I’m out for the weekend with my family. We have a cabin in Virginia. We have no TV here. It may be for the best, actually”.

“What do you mean? This is a case with no precedents. You are a journalist. You must be watching this. You should come back to Washington. I bet your colleagues are all at work covering the news story of the century”.

“Yes, well, I’m not sure about that. Our feed is mute since yesterday night. There is no one taking the calls in our entire office. And my colleagues… Well, most simply do not answer. And those that do, sound weird”.

“What do you mean, weird?”

“How long have you been watching Channel Four, Laura?”

Laura looked at the windows. She couldn’t see outside as she had closed the blinds at some point the evening before. The only source of light was the TV screen.

“I’m not sure. Since yesterday evening. Afternoon. What does it matter?”

“Have you changed channel or switched off the TV at all, since then?”

“Of course not! This… This scandal on Channel Four is unprecedented, unheard of! I need to see what’s going on, and when will they finally be able to shut it down”.

“Have you gone out? Have you had dinner? Have you slept in your bed? *Are you functioning, Laura? *”

Laura thought about the questions. She wasn’t sure about dinner. She remembered searching for something in the kitchen, some fruit or salad, so she must have eaten, though she couldn’t be sure. She certainly didn’t shower as she was still wearing the top from yesterday’s jog, even though she did take off her pants. The small living room was stuffy and smelled of her.

The redhead on screen gently fondled the man’s balls with her fingers as she licked the tip of his cock and proceeded to engulf it in her lips. Laura shook her head. She was growing frustrated by the conversation. She would have been more than glad to speak with Ron in person, but this phone call was going nowhere. And how could an editor at the Washington Post not understand the gravity of the situation? “What point are you trying to make, Ron? What’s the reason for this interview you are conducting?”

“I just want you to understand that there is something weird going on-”

“Of course there is! That’s why you should come back and watch Channel Four!”

“I mean, yes, with Channel Four, but not only. It’s much more than that. Think, Laura. You are one of the smartest people I know. Don’t you find your behavior strange?”

Laura frowned. On screen, a bead of precum dripped down on the redhead’s chin. “I’m not sure. Why don’t we meet and discuss this in person?”, Laura asked. For some reason, her mouth was watering.

“Yes, sure. I’m coming back to Washington anyway. By myself, I don’t want to expose my wife and the kids to all this. But I want you to come to my place. And we will not turn on the TV”.

Laura shrugged. “Allright. But you should really at least watch a few minutes of it”.

Ron paused. “There is one more thing. From the few people that actually answered my calls, I felt there was something they were not telling. I don’t know what, but I can feel there is something else going on. Have you… Have you experienced anything else, is there anything else you feel I should know?”

Laura hesitated. “No. I’ll see you… In 3-4 hours?”

Ron sighed. “Sure. I’ll send you my address. Don’t worry. Whatever that is, we will figure it out together”.

After closing the call, Laura stood up from the couch. She brought one hand to her sore cunt and picked with two fingers the one end of the cucumber that was still lodged deep inside her.

The simple act of sliding it down, slowly and carefully, made her shiver in pleasure. It came out still damp and glistening, leaving behind a feeling of void, of emptiness aching to be filled again.

She thought about putting it back in, using it again as she did the night before to bring herself to orgasm. She had a few hours to wait, after all…

Her eyes though were still fixated on the fellatio that was coming to a climax on screen. The man’s legs and abs tensed and shivered as his cock pulsed and throbbed in the red head’s mouth. The girl kept it deep in her mouth for several seconds, then moved away and parted her lips to show the camera the creamy load inside.

Laura opted not to resume the masturbation frenzy that had possessed her the night before. Pleasant as it may be, she didn’t want to risk passing out on the sofa as she had before.

The naked man walked out of the studio, only to be replaced by another stud, his cock already hard. The redhead gulped down the load in her mouth and applied herself to orally pleasuring the newcomer. The anchorman didn’t lose a beat.

Laura brought the cucumber to her mouth and licked her juices off of it. Yes, she could not be late. She had to meet Ron.

—

Stephanie woke up well after noon. She felt… Great. Yesterday’s dull headache was now gone and the hours of sleep had restored her energies. She was laying naked on the carpet in front of the TV, the silver dildo next to her. *I’ll have to get the carpet cleaned*, she thought, eyeing the stains and the sticky fibers.

The TV was still on but the system had obscured the channel, displaying the idle message instead: “Are you still watching [program]? ”

*Of course I am still watching. I need to see if they stopped it*, she thought. But she couldn’t find the remote to confirm. “Steve! Have you seen the remote?”, she called out, before remembering that she hadn’t seen her husband since yesterday. He was going to the neighbors on the other end of the hallway to tell them about the Channel Four affair. Had he spent the night out? Had something happened to him?

A sense of dread filled her. *I need to go check on him*.

She didn’t take the time to shower, despite feeling smelly and sticky with sweat and other fluids. She put on a plain shirt and a skirt, grabbed the keys and walked out without even wearing a pair of shoes. After all, she just had to cross the hallway, knock and see if Steve was there or not.

Frank and Sarah were newlyweds who had moved into the building less than a year before. They were both quite busy but they still managed to have dinner with Steph and Steve once or twice each month. Steph predicted that they would soon be trying for their first child – if they hadn’t already started.

She reached for the doorbell before noticing that the door was slightly ajar. From inside she could hear loud and clear the now familiar monologue of the anchorman at Channel Four. She bit her lips as a surge of excitement reignited her lust.

“Hello?”. Steph pushed the door and stepped inside. She could hear the TV from the living room, as well as other soft, wet noises.

Heart racing, she walked slowly towards the living room, her bare steps making little noise on the wooden floor.

There they were, all three. Frank and Steve were both sitting on the couch, watching Channel Four, where a redhead was debasing herself by sucking some guy’s hard cock.

Sarah was on the floor in front of the two. She was stroking Frank’s hard cock with her left hand while she held Steve’s with a firm grip and sucked it in and out of her mouth.

*That’s my husband*, she thought. She felt proud as she could see that Steve’s member was thicker and a bit longer than Frank’s. No wonder that Sarah preferred to suck him off.

Sarah herself was naked and Steph could admire her nice figure. Her tits were small but perky, and there were streaks of cum crossing all over her chest.

Steph walked in the room. So entranced they were by the disgusting show that was on display on TV, that they noticed her only when she walked around the couch.

Steve smiled. He had dark shadows under his eyes. “Hey Steph”.

“Hi Steph! Take a seat!”, said Frank, jovially. Only Sarah didn’t pause her efforts to greet her, speeding up the tempo of the blowjob she was giving to Steve.

“Steve. I was worried. You didn’t come home tonight”, said Steph, kneeling beside Sarah. She moved the younger woman’s hand away from Frank’s cock.

“Oh, I’m sorry dear. We started watching Channel Four together and I must have fallen asleep here. Can you imagine that they haven’t solved the situation yet? And the show is becoming more and more graphic and vulgar by the hour. It really is worrying”.

Steph didn’t answer. She took Frank’s cock in her mouth and began sucking. It was smaller than her husband’s, yet delicious.

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