"Erotic Stories" KUNT Wars

Erotic Stories KUNT Wars
"Whoever had the brilliant idea to hire two female anchors, should be taken out and shot," Sue Marshal said, as she watched the two women storm off to their respective dressingrooms. Sue was the producer of the late night K-U-N-T Channel 7 TV news program the two women were supposed to co-host, and had been dealing with their temper tantrums for over six months now.

What had started out as a simple dislike had now escalated into full-scale warfare. Sharon Daniels and Lisa Moore had disliked each other from the very beginning. At first it had been some catty comments behind each other's backs. That had progressed to name-calling face to face. Then the pushing and shoving had started. At times the crew had to, reluctantly, pull the two beauties apart to keep them from tearing each other's clothes off. 

Slowly over time the hostilities began to spill over onto the air. While they were warned to keep their dislike for each other to themselves, secretly the owners of the TV station dared not take them off the air, as the ratings had climbed higher than they had ever been, as an eager audience tuned in each night to see what would happen next. The eleven o'clock news had become more popular than the steamiest soap opera.(XXX Stories)

Sharon was the older of the two women at 34 years of age. She had long shoulder length hair that framed a model's face. Not only that but she worked out on a regular basis, and had the body to go with the face, although she usually dressed conservatively on the air. She had been at K-U-N-T longer than the other woman and had felt that she should have been considered the senior partner, but management had chosen to make them equals.

Lisa was the fresh face the management had been looking for. She had long dark hair, that she always wore pulled back in a ponytail. Just like Sharon, she had a killer body, and wasn't afraid to show it off, wearing snug fitting outfits with low cut tops, even on air. She was only 25, and this was her first professional gig since getting out of college, but she had been the anchor for her college TV news and had been highly regarded by her associates and the instructors. She was anxious to advance her career, and was not going to let some over the hill spinster, as she thought of Sharon, since she had never been married, hold her back.

Sharon slammed the door to her dressing room. She was so angry she immediately began throwing things around. This was the last straw. She had gone too far tonight, and Sharon was not going to let her get away with it, even if the powers to be were. The snide comments had been one thing but tonight when she had read the lead-in to the story Sharon had worked all week on, about local prostitution, she had handed the camera over to her by saying, "It seems prostitution is on the rise in our area, and here is our KUNT reporter Sharon Daniels with the details." 

There had been an audible gasp from the small crew. All on air personnel had been warned to never pronounce the station's call letters, but to always spell them out, due to their unfortunate connotation. Attempts to get the FCC to allow them to change their call sign had failed, and it was just something they had to live with. 

At first Sharon had been happy, feeling that this would be enough to get the little witch fired. She was unbelievably shocked when Sue had simply given her a warning not to do it again. The girl had had the audacity to bat her eyelashes at her, and say, in a southern drawl, "Oh, did I do something wrong? I'm ever so sorry. I assure you it won't happen again."

From Sue's comments and the looks from the other crew, she knew nothing would be done about this. It was up to her to get back at the girl. If this was the way she wanted it, then this was the way she was going to get it. But, how?

She sat down at her desk trying to come up with a good plan. She idly tapped her fingers on a stack of papers, as she thought. It took her several minutes to realize what she thumping on. It was the file for her story on local prostitution. She smiled to herself as a plan began to form in her mind. It was oh so naughty, but it might be what the little bitch needed. She started humming to herself as she opened the folder, found the number she was looking for, picked up the phone and started dialing the number.

"Hello, Monique?" she said, when someone finally answered the call. "I need to hire your services for a night."


It had been almost a week since Lisa's crude introduction, and still no vengeance. The crew had started a pool as to how long it would be before Sharon got back at her younger rival. No one had any idea of what it might be, but they knew that Lisa had crossed a line, and whatever Sharon came up with it would be a doozy. 

It was time to get started. It was an extra small crew tonight. There was Jane, the camera operator, which wasn't unusual, and Sue in the control room with Jim, the engineer. Bill the sports reporter had had to leave for a f****y emergency, so his part of the show would be a prerecorded version of his six o'clock report. The only other member of the crew was Roger the weatherman who was as gay as the day was long. Lisa found Sharon already sitting at the anchor desk when she walked into the studio. The older woman nodded politely, but that was all. Lisa was getting more and more nervous wondering what Sharon would do to get back at her. She had tried to apologize, but Sharon had blown it off, saying not to worry about it. 

Lisa climbed onto the dais that the desk was mounted on, sat down and slid her chair forward. As she got into position her chair made a little jerk, and seemed to drop a fraction of an inch as if it had dropped into hole. She started to look down, and saw a couple of wooden wedges nailed to the floor. They were very similar to the edging on the dais. Being wedges they would allow her chair to roll one way over them, but she would have to physically lift her chair to back up. As she wondered about the wedges she was distracted by the signal from the camera operator to start the broadcast.

"Good evening. Welcome to the Channel 7 eleven o'clock news," Sharon started. "I'm Sharon Daniels."

"And I'm Lisa Moore," Lisa said, getting into the broadcast. 

"In the news tonight..." Sharon continued, as she started reading the articles.

As Lisa waited for her cue, she thought she felt something touch her knees. That couldn't be she thought, she must have imagined it. No, there it was again, something definitely touched both her knees. She almost gasped as she realized that what was touching her legs was a pair of hands, and judging by the softness, it was a pair of woman's hands. 

The hands slid up her smooth thighs, pushing the hem of her skirt with them. The woman then curled her fingers and slid them back down her legs, dragging her razor sharp nails down her smooth skin. Lisa shuddered as goosebumps raced up and down her spine. While she had only had one brief lesbian experience in college, which had not gone any further than some kissing and heavy petting, she was finding this sudden turn of events very arousing.

Even though she was shocked at what was happening, she also felt that old familiar twinge between her legs, that told her she was getting excited. She took a quick sideways glance at Sharon, and noted that she seemed totally ignorant about what was going on a couple of feet away from her. No one else in the studio, or control room, seemed to notice anything either.

Suddenly Lisa felt the hands return to her knees and try to pry her legs open. She clamped her legs together, and smirked to herself in the knowledge that her thigh muscles were much stronger than this mystery woman's arms. Apparently the mystery woman figured this out for herself very fast, because she began to use a different tactic as soon as she felt Lisa's legs tighten against her grip.

The woman simply curled her thumbs in and dug the razor sharp nails into the soft flesh on the inside of Lisa's knees and began pressing outward. Lisa was able to handle the nails digging into her knees at first, but as the pressure increased, it soon became unbearable, and her legs snapped open, almost as if they were spring loaded. The woman immediately wedged her shoulders between Lisa's knees so that she couldn't close them again.

As Sharon handed over the camera to Lisa, so she could read an article about a local man arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior, the woman under her desk reached up and slid her finger down over the wet crotch of Lisa's panties. Lisa shivered in the middle of her report as the woman's finger slid over her clit. Fortunately she was able to cover her reaction due to the nature of the story she was reading, but from the look Jane gave her, she was beginning to worry about how long she could hide what was going on under her desk. 

Lisa almost lost it when she felt the woman pull her panties to one side, fully exposing her extremely sensitive twat. She managed to stutter her way through the rest of the article even as the woman's finger wormed it's way into her dripping wet pussy. She was so relieved when she was able to hand the show back over to Sharon. She wasn't sure how much longer she could have held out under the manual assault the woman had launched on her exposed sex.

As soon as Sharon began talking, Lisa reached under the desk and tried to push the woman from between her legs, but to no avail. The woman merely pushed her hand away, and even pushed her face further between her legs until she her nose was parting Lisa's swollen pussy lips. 

Lisa gasped out loud as the woman's tongue slid between her cunt lips, and over her sensitive clit. She quickly covered her mouth, as the camera operator looked at her in surprise, wondering what was going on. In the control room Sue wasn't sure, but had an idea. She quickly told Jane to keep camera one on Sharon and camera two on Lisa. At the same time she flipped some switches and began recording Lisa. She wasn't one hundred percent sure, but she figured that the recording might be fun for later viewing.

"What's going on?" Jim asked, as he watched Sue flipping switches.

"I'm not sure," Sue replied with an evil grin. "But, I think things are about to get interesting."

Behind the desk, Lisa was climbing closer and closer to orgasm from a combination of the woman's talented tongue and the fact that she was being licked while on the air. And, to make matters worse, she was totally helpless to prevent it, without calling attention to herself. She was trying desperately to hide what was going on, without much success. Lisa had never realized how much of an exhibitionist she was, until this moment.

The woman's tongue was driving her crazy. She was squirming in her seat and desperately trying to keep from making too much noise. Lisa had one hand on the woman's head, which alternated between trying to push her away, and pulling her face tighter into her crotch. 

Fortunately they were nearing the end of the broadcast, because, despite her best attempts to stop it, Lisa was rapidly closing in on an earth-shattering orgasm. Roger had just done the weather, and Sharon had introduced Bill's sports report, and the tape had started rolling, when suddenly the woman slid a long slender finger into Lisa's tight puckered asshole, and that was more than she could handle. She pulled the woman's face tightly into her crotch, arched her back, as her head fell backwards, and she slapped her free hand over her mouth to keep from screaming out loud in pleasure. 

The woman under the table sucked and lightly bit Lisa's super sensitive clit, as her finger probed her rectum. At the same time she had worked two fingers from her other hand into her steaming pussy, and found her G-spot. Lisa was sure she was going insane with pleasure. She had never felt anything like it before.

Lisa's pleasure only subsided when the mystery woman relented in her assault on the young woman's nether regions. She slumped into her chair gasping for breath, her body covered in sweat, her pussy dripping girl-juice like a wide-open tap. Her anus twitched rhythmically as the woman removed her finger. Slowly the mystery woman retreated under the desk, leaving the almost comatose Lisa in her chair with her skirt pushed up to her waist and her panties to one side.

"My god that was hot," Jim said, as he reached for the remote control to zoom the camera in on Lisa's beautiful face, which displayed a mask of pure sexual pleasure. Although no one else could see what the woman under the desk was doing, or that she was even there, just watching Lisa cum so hard was an amazing thing to watch.

"Sharon," Sue said quickly into her microphone. "Wrap it up."

As soon as Sharon finished talking, and they had gone to the late night network feed, Sue reached over into Jim's lap, and grabbed his rock hard cock. "You're got that right. After seeing that, I'm so horny I could fuck a horse. Hell, I could fuck the entire Clydesdale team." 

Sharon looked at the control room window just in time to see Sue pulling Jim out of his chair and down to the floor. When she looked over at Lisa, she was still in a semi-conscious state, and Jane was anxiously making sure she was all right. Roger had already left the studio showing his total disinterest in anything female. 

While everyone was busy elsewhere, Sharon slid her chair out from under the desk, stood up and put her hand under the top. When she pulled her hand back, she pulled the mystery woman out from under her side, helping her stand up. Since the desk was basically just a big hollow box it was easy for the woman to crawl underneath to Sharon's side, so she could get out without disturbing Lisa. The only thing she had to worry about were the hundreds of wires that ran under the desk. 

"Was that what you had in mind?" the woman asked, licking Lisa's juices off of her lips.

"That was perfect, Monique," Sharon said, as she hustled the beautiful young woman toward the door. When they got to the door, Sharon reached into a hidden slash pocket, in her slacks, and pulled out a wad of cash. "$200 as agreed, plus a $50 tip."

"Thanks," Monique said, as Sharon stuffed the money down the woman's cleavage. "If I'd known she tasted so good, and I'd have so much fun, I'd have probably done it for half as much."

"Well," Sharon said, taking the hooker in her arms, and giving her a big hug. "It was well worth the money."

"Call me any time you want to do anything like that again," Monique said, leaning in to kiss the beautiful woman on the lips.

"What are you doing for the rest of the night?" Sharon moaned, as their lips parted. 

"Nothing sweetheart," she replied with a smile. "And, this will be a freebie."

Thirty minutes later Sharon had changed into her street clothes and removed her makeup. She and Monique left the studio hand-in-hand. As they walked past the stage, they saw that Lisa was now lying on the floor with her dress pushed up around her waist again, and this time Jane was chowing down between her legs. They could even hear Jim and Sue still going crazy in the control room. Sharon had really started something with this prank. She would worry about Lisa's revenge starting tomorrow. Tonight she was going to learn everything there was to know about love between women.

It had been nearly two months since the on-air incident between Monique the hooker, and Lisa her co-anchor, and Sharon was feeling fairly confident that she had won the war between them. It wasn't that Lisa hadn't tried, quite the contrary, she had tried several times to get back at the older woman, but they had been mediocre attempts at best. Most of the pranks had been discovered before they had even had a chance to reach fruition, and the ones that did, had little effect if any. Yes, Sharon was pretty confident she had won the war, and would be the top 'bitch' at K-U-N-T TV. 

Sharon usually left the station in the late afternoon, to get herself something to eat, returning about four hours before airtime, so she could do her makeup, and go over any late breaking news articles. She was on her way back from having a pretty good Italian meal. She stood in the empty lobby of the high-rise building the studio was located in, and pushed the button for the elevator. 

When the door opened she was a bit surprised to see five Japanese schoolgirls in the elevator. Being used to all kinds of school tours, the only thought that passed through Sharon's mind was, 'it seemed a little late for a tour.' She then pushed the button for the twenty-seventh floor, before turning back to face the front of the car.

In the brief instant she had seen them she had noticed that not only did the girls look almost alike, but they were all dressed the same, in black patent leather Buster Brown's, white knee socks, short red, green, and blue plaid skirts, with white button-down long-sleeved shirts. While some of the girls wore dark blue blazers, they all wore little plaid ties that matched the pattern of their skirts. 

Sharon's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a giggle behind her. That was when she realized that she had not seen a second button lit on the control panel. She was about to turn and ask what floor the girls were headed for, when one of them reached up and pushed the button for the twenty-third floor. She turned back to the front again, going over, in her head, the stories for tonight's show. 

It was somewhere around the twentieth floor, that an almost forgotten thought began to creep into her mind. It took her several seconds to realize what it was. The twenty-third floor was unoccupied due to renovation. 

She was just about to say something to the girls when the doors opened and the girls rushed forward taking Sharon with them. Before she realized what was happening, Sharon found herself standing in the middle of a half remodeled reception area with a single large four-legged table, and some chairs in the middle of the otherwise empty space. 

"What's going on here?" Sharon asked. She suddenly made a dash for the elevator, before the doors closed, but only made it a couple of feet before the girls grabbed her and dragged her back to the middle of the room. Although she was a good head taller and considerably larger overall than the girls, there were five of them and they were all amazingly strong.

"We have some fun now, pretty lady," one of the girls giggled. 

"Now, now girls," Sharon said, suddenly realizing the position she was in.

Before she could do anything the girls pounced on her from all sides. In a flurry of soft, yet f***eful hands she was stripped naked in a matter of seconds. She immediately tried to cover her large boobs and crotch with her hands, crossing her legs to help hide her nudity. 

As the girls began taking their clothes off Sharon saw another opportunity to make an escape, and made a dash for freedom. She caught the girls by surprise and made it out of the circle. Unfortunately she had not preplanned her escape very well, and suddenly realized that this was not going to work just as she reached for the elevator button. It was only at that point that she realized that she would have to wait for the elevator to arrive, so at the last minute she dodged to the side and headed for the fire escape. 

The sudden change in plans was all the delay the girls needed to grab her and bring her back to the center of the room and push the larger woman onto her back on the table. While two of the girls held her down, the other three finished getting their clothes off. As the girls finished stripping, they switched off with the girls holding Sharon, so they could strip as well. 

When the girls were all completely naked they surrounded the older woman, and Sharon found herself surprisingly excited by the look of pure lust in their eyes. She had never seen anything like it. However, despite her fear she was beginning to notice the girls. Her original intention was to try and memorize their faces so she could identify them later, if she needed to, but her eyes slowly dropped to their bodies. They were obviously older than they looked, and their body styles varied from girl to girl. Although they were all petite, they ran from mosquito bite boobs to one girl who had a healthy set of what Sharon guessed to be 32C tits. They all had flat muscular bellies and slim hips. Their legs were also slim, but very muscular. 

Suddenly it started. The girl standing above her head bent forward and kissed the older woman passionately on the lips. Her tongue taking full advantage of Sharon' s surprise to push it's way into her mouth. At the same time two of the girls, on either side of her midsection bent down and latched on to the nipples of her full breasts and began sucking like small vacuum cleaners, while their hands f***efully massaged her belly. 

The last two girls pulled her long legs further apart, and slid their hands up toward her center. Despite the stimulation from the other three girls, Sharon could feel the slim fingers between her legs pulling her sex open and slowly entering her. She blushed with the knowledge that the two girls were now well aware of just how wet she was despite her protests.

Sharon gasped into the girl's mouth, that was kissing her, as she felt two pairs of fingers slide palm deep into her pussy and slowly start to spread her open. As the girl's fingerfucked her, they both pushed their thumbs against her bl**d-engorged clit, and gently began massaging the sensitive nub. Within seconds Sharon's hips began rocking to the girl's ministrations. 

She had never felt so full as she did at this moment. No man had ever stretched her twat the way these girls were. And, when one of them curled her fingers upwards and stroked the top of her pussy, she experienced a sensation she had never felt before. It was an orgasm of unmatched power. The girl had found Sharon's long lost G-spot, and it felt fantastic. 

Sharon had never known anything could feel this good. Her body convulsed under the onslaught of the five oriental beauties. Even her night with Monique, after the prank she had pulled on Lisa, had not been this passionate. It had been good, but nothing close to this. 

The girls pulled their fingers out of Sharon's clutching pussy, sucking her juices off of their coated digits. She thought they were going to give her a break, but she was sorely mistaken, they were merely moving one position to their right. The girl on her left tit, moved to her mouth, while the one that had been kissing her moved to hr right tit, and so on. Within seconds they had renewed their assault on her body, and her body was already responding. Her clit was already sensitive from her first orgasm and she was rapidly climbing toward another one that promised to be even stronger than the first one. Apparently the girl who had found her G-spot the first time was still between her legs, because she immediately began stroking the pebbly patch of sensitive pussy lining.

So it went. Sharon lost track of time and how many orgasms she had. All she knew was that as soon as she came, the girls would shift to the right around her, and start all over again. The only variation was that after the second shift, the two girls between her legs changed their tactics, and while one of them probed her pussy with two or three fingers, the other girl began probing her neglected rectum. Although Sharon had never had anal sex before, she found this new action very stimulating, and the combination of pussy and butt play brought her to even stronger orgasms.

Sharon had no idea of how long this assault had been going on, but just as fast as it had started it stopped. She lay on the table too exhausted to try and escape, as the girls pulled back. At first she thought it was over, but as she finally regained enough strength to even open her eyes she saw the girls were digging into their backpacks and pulling out something. It took her a few minutes to get her eyes to focus, and with horror she realized that four of the five girls were now sporting massive strapon dildos, and moving back toward her. 

She tried to get to her feet to make an escape, but almost fell to the floor, as her legs were so weak they refused to hold her up. Two of the girls grabbed her by the arms, just as much to hold her up as to keep her from running away. While the two easily held her, the other three picked up the table and moved it out of the way. Then the two holding her arms eased her to the floor on her hands and knees. Sharon was far too weak to resist.

Once she was on her knees the girls surrounded her again. This time one of the girls lay down on her back and slid under her body. She reached up and grabbed her hips pulling her own onto her dildo, causing Sharon to gasp out loud as her still throbbing pussy was penetrated. 

As soon as she was fully impaled on the plastic cock, a second girl positioned herself behind the larger woman's butt, and spread some lubricant up and down the crack of her ass. She then positioned the head of her dildo at Sharon's backdoor, and began to push slowly into her already loosened rectum. Although she had always thought that anal would be painful, apparently the fingering the girls had given her had loosened her up enough for the large dildo to slide snuggly, but easily into her. She grunted at the feeling of fullness.

Now that the second girl was seated in her seat, the last two girls slid under Sharon's body and began suckling on her hanging breasts, sucking and biting lightly on her rock hard nipples. Sharon moaned with a mixture of pain and pleasure as the girls worked her nips over.

The fifth girl pulled a chair up in front of her, and Sharon noticed that she wasn't wearing a strapon like the others. The girl sat on the edge of the chair, placing her legs on either side of Sharon's upper body. Although her night with Monique had been her only lesbian experience, she instinctively knew what to do. She was so turned on by what they had already done to her, and were about to do, she didn't hesitate to stick out her tongue and begin licking the naked pussy presented to her.

"Oh, yes," the girl gasped, as Sharon's tongue split her thin pussy lips. "Pretty lady like to play now."

Sharon's only response was a low guttural moan. 

All of a sudden all of the girls began moving together. As the one slid into her pussy, the one in her ass slid out, then they would reverse direction. This pistoning action made her feel like an engine, a sex engine. The one at her mouth seemed to move independently of the others, and yet they all seemed to work together. The two at her breasts sucked and bit causing the woman to moan into the pussy she was probing as deeply as she could with her tongue, as she was stimulated beyond human tolerance. 

They fucked her like she had never been fucked before. Despite her multiple orgasms, or perhaps because of them, she was soon coming hard on the two dildos that were invading her body. But, unlike before, this time they did not rotate when she came. No matter whether she failed to orgasm or had a dozen, the girl she was eating triggered the rotation. When the girl she was orally servicing came, they would rotate, swapping places, just as they had previously, with one girl taking her dildo off and replacing the girl in front, who would put the dildo on, and either move to a breast or behind her. 

So for the next couple of hours Sharon went through the most unbelievable fucking of her life. She didn't remember too much of it, all she could think of was the pleasure. A pleasure that was almost unbearable in it's intensity. Finally it did become unbearable and she passed out, but not before she had managed to bring all five of the girls to orgasm, and even though she didn't realize it, some of the girls even more than once. 

As Sharon lay limply on the floor, one of the girls bent down to make sure she was all right, while the other girls stood around her trying to catch their breath.

"Is the pretty lady ok?" asked the girl with the big boobs.

"Yeah," replied the girl who had been checking Sharon out. "She just passed out from pleasure."

"That was so much fun," the big breasted girl said, as her friends began dressing, "I'm almost thinking about giving back the money." She thought about it for a few seconds. "Nah."

Within a matter of minutes the girls had dressed and put away their toys. As they all stood looking down at Sharon's inert body, they looked as they had when they had first met her in the elevator. They one by one bent down and gave her a goodbye kiss on the lips, before they left, leaving Sharon lying naked on the floor in a puddle of her own pussy juices.