What Two Women Did in Front of the Camera

—Before you know her as the scandal woman, you have to understand who Liliana Vidal was —Renata said, settling into the armchair with her coffee in both hands—. For years she was the most respectable host on the entire web. And I’m not saying that ironically.

The others listened in silence. Renata had been the journalist who broke the whole thing, so she had the right to tell it her way, with pauses and detours.

—Her show was called Liliana in Confidence —she continued—. It aired from her own website, without sponsors, funded by donations from her audience. And her audience was young, mostly people in their twenties. That’s why what happened next was so serious.

She pressed a few keys on her computer and a woman appeared on the screen: brown skin, straight chestnut hair, and black eyes that seemed to swallow the light. She wore somewhat tight beige dress pants and a white blouse struggling against the pressure of a generous chest.

—Look how imposing she is. And yet she was the very image of modesty. She gave talks in parish halls, advised girls to wait until marriage, said pornography atrophies the brain. People criticized her for wearing such tight clothes, and she’d answer that she couldn’t take off her anatomy before getting dressed, that this was her body and she wasn’t ashamed of it.

—A hypocrite, then —Camila said from the other armchair.

—Not so fast. I think she really was like that. What happened is that something in her shifted, little by little, almost without anyone noticing.

Renata explained how it started. First it was blouses a little more revealing, then ones that outlined her nipples, then an impossible miniskirt. One day a photo leaked of her in a red blouse open all the way, her breasts almost bare. She said she’d been hacked, that a friend had snapped the photo as a joke while she was trying on a too-small outfit. Her audience believed her. They defended her tooth and nail. “Your body, your rules, Liliana, do whatever you want, we’ll always support you,” they wrote.

—She made those leaks happen herself, of course —Renata said—. To boost the ratings. And it worked: every time a nipple slipped out or everything showed through under a skirt, the numbers shot up. The show started leaning toward one subject only. Sexuality. And one day she announced a special. A special devoted to female masturbation.

***

Liliana appeared on camera kneeling on a bed, and the outfit she was wearing stole anyone’s attention. Black lingerie with barely disguised sheer panels. Anyone who fixed their gaze on the right places could make out the dark, erect nipples beneath the fabric, stretching the lace. And lower down, a black thong that left her shaved pussy visible, a triangle of lace covering only what it had to and making the rest transparent, tracing the line of her cunt. Stockings and garters completed the picture.

—Hello, welcome once again —she said with a serene smile—. Yes, I know what you’re thinking: that I’ve gone crazy. And no. Today we have a very special show, so I thought it was appropriate to dress for the occasion. We put the matter to a vote, and many understood that a woman’s decency isn’t lost because of the clothes she wears. I want to help girls who live self-conscious about their bodies, and I want to answer any questions they may have about sex. That’s why I invited someone who’s going to help me out. Let’s welcome sexologist Verónica Salas.

A recording of applause filled the set. Next to Liliana appeared a blonde woman in her thirties, sculptural body, big firm tits squeezed into a white lace bra, and a thong so narrow it barely covered the lips of her cunt. Anyone dropping into that video without knowing the show would have sworn a porn film was about to begin.

—Oh, you shaved —Verónica commented with a broad smile.

—I had to do it to wear this set —Liliana answered, and she pulled her thong down a little so it showed better, exposing the base of her bare slit.

The blonde stretched out her hand and stroked the naked skin, sliding her fingertips until they just grazed the closed lips of her cunt.

—It turned out very smooth. Wax?

—No way, that hurts. I had laser hair removal. I’ll have it like this for a long time.

The two of them laughed like two schoolgirls sharing a secret. This is going better than I thought, Liliana told herself. They had discussed the rules before filming. “Your cunt mustn’t be visible at any point, be careful with that,” she’d warned Verónica. “And why not yours and mine yes?” the sexologist had asked. “Because I’m the host. You’re the guest, and besides, you’re a professional. It’s your job.” It was too late to back out, but Verónica still hoped to get a little more commitment out of Liliana.

—Let’s start with the basics —said the host.

—The most basic thing for a woman is stimulating the tits —Verónica said, and something changed in her smile—. Take off your bra and I’ll show you how it’s done.

With one nimble movement she unclasped the fastening and left her tits bare, two brown, heavy breasts topped with nipples already hardened.

—Hey! I thought you were going to show it with yours, not mine —Liliana protested, though she made no move to cover herself.

—Oh, sweetheart, with the number of times your nipples have been seen… There’s even a photo of you floating around.

—A photo I didn’t upload.

—And you didn’t delete it either. Come on, it’s fine. —She took both tits in her hands and squeezed them, weighing them—. That’s how you start. And gentle pinches work better than caresses.

She pinched one nipple between her fingers, pulling until it stretched, and Liliana let out a short moan. The blonde bent down without warning and took it into her mouth, sucking it slowly, rolling her tongue over the tip until the nipple swelled even more against her palate.

—Ouch. That hurts a little —Liliana panted, arching her back without realizing it, offering more breast to the sexologist’s mouth.

—A little, yes. But look how nicely the color rose to your cheeks. That’s blood circulating. Feel the rush? —Verónica let go of the breast with a wet smack, a string of saliva dangling between the nipple and her lips.

—Maybe… —Liliana returned the gesture, released her bra, and took Verónica’s tits in her hands, two white, firm globes with pink nipples already hard as little stones—. Like this, then? Do I squeeze like this? —And without waiting for an answer she leaned in and took one of those nipples into her mouth, licking it slowly from bottom to top, leaving a glossy trail around it.

—Not too much pressure, but enough to feel it… mmh, yes, like that… —Verónica closed her eyes for a moment and opened them again, looking for the camera—. And once the breast is well stimulated, we can move on to the part that interests all of us most.

—First I want to make clear that, in my opinion, a decent woman shouldn’t be walking around touching her cunt all day.

—We already talked about this, Liliana. You yourself admitted you masturbate.

—Yes, yes, that’s what I’m getting at. I don’t consider it entirely appropriate, but I understand there are times when it’s necessary. I just want our viewers to handle it in moderation.

Verónica nodded without arguing. Inside, she thought there was nothing wrong with doing it whenever you wanted, but she wasn’t going to say that out loud. Not in front of the whole audience, not in case her husband or one of her friends was watching.

Oh God, if my friends see this I’ll die. How did I let this woman convince me to show my tits and cunt on camera?

But Liliana paid well. Very well. Her audience of affluent young people provided more than enough funds to pay for the discomfort of a respected sexologist.

—So… how do we go on? —the host asked.

—Oh, Liliana, you’re no beginner —Verónica said in a challenging tone—. More than once you’ve put a hand down there.

Liliana didn’t let herself be intimidated. She smiled politely, slid her hand under the blonde’s white thong, and surprised her completely. Her fingers sank straight into an already soaked cunt, so soaked that the sloshing sound could be heard when she started moving them. Verónica never imagined the prim host would dare touch her like that, in front of the camera, without warning.

—I don’t do it very often, but when I do I start like this —Liliana murmured, slowly caressing the sexologist’s outer lips, parting them with two fingers and brushing her swollen clit again and again with the pad of her thumb—. Am I doing it right?

It took Verónica a few seconds to regain her train of thought. The caress had undone her. She could feel Liliana’s finger sliding up and down between her already slick lips, the thumb making faster and faster circles over her clit.

—Yes… you’re doing it very well —she managed to say, her voice hoarse—. The important thing is to start gently. You can tell you have experience, Liliana. One of our viewers’ most common questions is: “Is it wrong if I masturbate every day?” What would you tell them?

—I’m not a sexologist, but once a day seems quite a lot to me. Although, I have to admit, that’s the pace I’ve been keeping lately. The nerves from the show, the stress. Last night, just to give you an idea, I ended up with three fingers inside my cunt and biting my pillow.

She spoke without stopping her caresses, increasingly fast.

—Exactly. Stress makes us do it more often, so girls, don’t worry. Masturbating is one of the best ways to relieve tension. Did you do one today, Liliana?

The host couldn’t stand having masturbation called “doing one,” and Verónica knew it perfectly well. But she wasn’t going to be intimidated on her own show.

—Yes, I did one today. Before we started filming, to loosen up the nerves. I ended up in the dressing room, fingers to the knuckles, biting my lips so they wouldn’t hear me. And I recommend it to girls: a good session before an exam or an interview works miracles.

—Are your fingers wet?

—Soaked. Look. —She pulled her fingers out of Verónica’s cunt and showed them to the camera, shiny and sticky with discharge. Then, very slowly, she put them in her mouth and sucked them one by one, tasting them—. Delicious.

—That’s the sign you’re doing it right. Lubrication is everything. —Verónica was breathing in a broken rhythm she could no longer hide—. I asked you to bring lubricant…

—Production was supposed to get it. —She looked off camera—. None? Damn. Looks like we don’t have any. Well, we’ll manage anyway. With how wet you are, we don’t need it.

—Then you should take off your thong —Liliana said, throwing the challenge back at her—. The girls at home want to see the process clearly. That’s what this is all about.

Verónica’s cheeks flushed again. She had wanted to convince herself that there was no need to show herself, but she couldn’t delay it any longer. She let the host pull her thong down her thighs, dragging a glossy strand of fluid with it, and she looked at the camera as if begging the audience not to judge her. Her cunt was exposed, swollen, pink, with the inner lips peeking open and the blond pubic hair trimmed into a perfect little triangle.

—The things I have to do to educate people about sexology —she sighed.

—We know what an effort this is, Verónica. And you should be proud: you’ve got a gorgeous cunt. —Liliana ran two fingers along her slit, from top to bottom, very slowly, and brought them back to her mouth—. And you taste delicious.

She stroked her again, now with no fabric between them, sinking one finger in, then two, opening her cunt so the camera could clearly see them going in and out, dripping wet.

—A lot of girls are going to feel like sticking in a finger, right, Liliana? —the blonde said, recovering her role as instructor even though her voice was trembling and her hips were moving on their own against the host’s hand.

—Without a doubt. The important thing is to be well lubricated. If you are, there’s nothing to worry about. Look how easily both fingers go into Verónica’s cunt, with no resistance at all. —She pulled them out, pushed them in, pulled them out again, and with each movement the sloshing became louder, more obscene—. And if you move the finger like this, against the upper wall, you hit a spot that’s going to make everything stand on end.

Verónica let out a long, guttural moan and covered her mouth with one hand to stifle it. She failed.

—Do you think I should lie down? That way the audience can see what we’re doing better.

—Yes, of course.

Most of Verónica’s shame had dissolved, making room for something else, a heat she could no longer control. She lay on her back, spread her legs wide, showing the cameras her open, dripping cunt, and let Liliana slide two fingers inside her again, deep. The host moved her hand slowly, pumping the fingers in and out with a rhythm that made the blonde’s flat stomach tighten with every thrust, and she repeated tips for the young women watching from home.

—Watch your nails if they’re long —Liliana said, not stopping the pumping—. And if you want better stimulation, stroke the inner walls like this. —She curled her fingers against Verónica’s G-spot and the blonde shook all over with a muffled cry—. And don’t forget the clit. With the thumb, in circles, while the other fingers stay inside. —She started doing it, and Verónica lifted her hips off the bed to press herself harder against the host’s hand.

—You’re doing it very well —Verónica panted, in a voice that no longer had anything professional about it—. Very, very well. Faster, please… You can practice this with a trusted friend, girls. Like us now.

—Do you think two friends can masturbate without it getting weird? —Liliana asked, without stopping her hand, now three fingers buried in the blonde’s cunt with a steady slosh.

—When I was studying, I practiced with my college classmates. And we didn’t see it as weird. We made each other cum, all of us, at sleepovers, after studying anatomy.

—And how did it end?

—Let’s just say I also know what it feels like when a woman cums in your face. And what it feels like to eat another woman’s cunt until she screams.

The two of them let out a nervous laugh and the atmosphere loosened, but Liliana didn’t take her hand away. On the contrary, she leaned over the sexologist, licked her neck, bit her collarbone, and lowered her mouth to one of the pink nipples that were still hard as little points. She sucked it deeply, voraciously, while still moving her fingers in and out of Verónica’s cunt. At some point, between moans and caresses, their noses brushed and for an instant it seemed they were going to kiss. Liliana stopped just before it happened, drew her face back a little, and plunged her hand back between the blonde’s legs, where she was no longer pretending anything.

—Lying down looks gorgeous —Liliana murmured, her fingers shining with fluid up to the wrist—. Why don’t you turn on your side and let me try something else?

Verónica obeyed, still trembling. The host kissed her shoulder, ran her tongue along her neck, and lowered her hand again, this time with three fingers that slid in easily, pushed forward by how soaked she was. She caught the clit between the fingers of her other hand and pinched it, rolling it between her fingertips. The sexologist arched her back and bit the back of her other hand to keep from screaming.

—Liliana… —she whispered—. This isn’t a class anymore.

—I know —the host replied, and for the first time her smile had nothing modest about it—. But keep going, don’t stop. You said it yourself: there’s nothing worse than interrupting a woman halfway through.

And without giving her time to answer, Liliana climbed down from the bed, planted herself between the blonde’s legs, and pulled her thighs open as far as they would go. First she blew on the swollen cunt, then ran her tongue all the way from bottom to top, licking the slit from end to end, and finished by sucking the clit between her lips. Verónica let out a howl so loud it could be heard over the microphone. The host, never letting go of the clit with her mouth, slid two fingers back in and curled them against the G-spot. The combination —tongue on top, fingers inside— was too much. The blonde started shaking her hips against Liliana’s face, tugging at her hair with one hand, squeezing one breast with the other, never taking her eyes off the camera, glassy with need.

—Oh God… Oh, like that, like that, don’t stop, don’t stop… —she panted, with no intention left of pretending to be professional—. Eat my cunt, Liliana, eat it good…

Liliana obeyed. She buried her tongue inside the cunt, pulled it out, licked the lips one by one, and went back to sucking the clit. Her fingers were still inside, going in and out with a slurping sound that mixed with Verónica’s moans. The sexologist writhed, arched her back, closed her thighs around the host’s face, and exploded in a long orgasm that made her tremble from head to toe. A gush of thick fluid soaked Liliana’s chin, her neck, even the base of her breasts. The host didn’t move away. She swallowed it all, wiped herself with her fingers, and sucked them clean.

—Now it’s your turn —Verónica panted when she could speak, and without giving her time for anything she threw Liliana onto her back, yanked off the black thong in one pull, and buried her face in her shaved cunt.

The host spread her legs and clutched the sheets. She felt the blonde’s tongue going in and out, rising to her clit, sucking it hungrily. Verónica knew what she was doing: she slid two fingers inside while still sucking her clit, and with the other hand she grabbed one breast and pinched the nipple mercilessly. Liliana started moaning louder and louder, not holding back at all even though the camera was still rolling.

—Yes… like that, yes… don’t stop… —she panted, rocking her hips against the sexologist’s mouth—. Suck it all… put them in deeper, all the way to the bottom…

Verónica sank three fingers into her and curled them, searching for the G-spot. Liliana shook on the bed, grabbed her own tits, twisted her nipples. The blonde’s tongue gave her no respite. When the orgasm hit, the host screamed so loudly they later had to raise the volume of the program so the cut they made in the recording wouldn’t be heard. She came with her legs closed around Verónica’s head, her hips lifted off the bed, and kept trembling for nearly a whole minute, while the sexologist kissed her cunt and thighs tenderly.

Still not catching their breath, the two women ended up tangled together on the bed in an improvised sixty-nine that made them come once more, almost at the same time, with their tongues buried in each other’s cunts and their gasps muffled between their thighs. When they finally separated, their hair was tousled, their lips swollen, their tits red from all the sucking, and their cunts shining with saliva and fluid, still bare-breasted in front of the camera.

—Thank you all very much for joining us for this special program —Liliana said, catching her breath, not even making the effort to cover herself—. Remember, this was an experiment, a pilot test. We’d like to take this to another level, but that depends on you. Verónica, it was a pleasure having you.

—I’m coming back every time you invite me —the blonde replied, still breathless, running her tongue over her lips to taste the last traces of the host’s cunt—. I mean it. At first it was uncomfortable, because of the nerves. Then… then I felt very good.

***

—And that was the first time the two of them showed themselves so openly —Renata concluded, setting the empty cup on the table—. Liliana was thrilled with the special. Everything would have gone perfectly if I hadn’t reported it in my magazine.

—And do you really think she had truly been that conservative? —Camila asked—. Because it all seems fake.

—I think something in her broke —Renata said—. Maybe the first leak was real, and she liked the feeling of being exposed. Like it or not, having half the world consider you a sex bomb hits your ego. And from there on she just couldn’t stop. —She stood up and stretched her back—. But this is only the beginning, girls. Make more coffee. What came after was much worse.