Making an Amateur Strap-On Video

This trip wasn’t all that different from the typical
business trip thus far. I was stuck at an airport
hotel for several weeks while I served my client. I
was terribly bored, although this time I had rented a
car so that I wasn’t stuck. To ease my boredom, I had
rented a couple videos from a local store, watched
them, and was returning them.

The variations that did exist from my typical trip,
however, made it seem quite different. Instead of
being stuck in a business hotel near the airport, I
was in a very nice hotel near Heathrow Airport, which
was outside London. The rental car was practically
useless, because although I was flexible enough to
drive on the wrong side of the road, the fucking
roundabouts made actually driving a nightmare.

The videos I rented were of course pornographic, but
this time I had rented some extreme titles that fed my
particular kink: “Girls Who Butt-Ball Guys” and
“Austin Moore is… Shagged from Behind.” I had
enjoyed a quite amazing cumfest, my cock spewing my
seed a dozen or more times until I literally ran dry.
I rarely rented strap-on videos, scared of being found
out. When I did, I enjoyed them very intensely. Here,
12 hours by air from home, I figured I didn’t care who
saw me rent the videos. Even so, I was nervous when I
got off the double-decker bus a block from the store.

When I rented them, I had been embarrassed too.
Although the guy behind the counter wouldn’t know me
from Adam, he did now know my name, my passport
number, my home address, and the hotel where I was
staying (presumably in case I fled the country with
the video). I imagined he was informing the management
of the hotel of my kinky bent. I breathed a sigh of
relief that the return transaction was going smoothly
as I collected my change. That is, until the guy
behind the counter spoke.

“So, you’re a Yank are you?” he asked. He broke one of
those unwritten rules of male behavior. You don’t talk
in the restroom, and you sure as hell don’t talk in
the video store.

“Yep, sure am.”

“Staying much longer?” Fuck. Was he going to chat me
up now?

“Why do you ask?” I asked. ‘You want to ask me out?’ I
didn’t say.

“Because this morning a lady came in and offered a
bounty if I refer to her people who rent these sorts
of titles,” he replied. He looked uncomfortable, as if
he knew he was trespassing on my privacy.

“Really?” I said, curious. “What sort of bounty?”

He handed me a card. “She said I’d get a pound for
every serious bloke who called. A fiver for every
woman.” On one side was a number handwritten in
marker, which was apparently his code. On the other
was the business card:

Priapus Productions
Producers of Amateur Videos
Essex
United Kingdom

“Why are they paying more for women?” I asked.

“Because men apparently are eager enough to do it for
free,” he said.

“Do what?”

“I believe they are looking for people to be in
amateur sex videos of the kind you just watched.” He
held up the video case as if to reinforce his point.

“Oh,” I said, blushing. I turned to leave.

“Will you call, then?” he asked. He saw me hesitate,
and continued. “Even if you don’t want to be in the
video, it might be worth a quid for me.”

I hustled out, feeling embarrassed. ‘The kind I just
watched’ involved men being assfucked by women. That’s
not the kind of behavior you talk to other men about,
especially strangers.

I caught the bus back to the airport and then
connected to the hotel shuttle. I considered why I
felt embarrassed to embrace my sexuality. Why
shouldn’t I be happy to talk about the pleasures of
strap-on sex? It felt damn good. It was heterosexual.
In the realm of sexual behaviors, it was about as safe
a sex act as you were likely to find since no bodily
fluids co-mingled. By the time I got back into my
room, I had convinced myself to call and get the video
vendor his Pound.

It was late, past normal hours, but I decided to call
anyway. With my work schedule, I would never get a
chance to call during the day, so this was as good a
time as any. So I dialed and listened to the ring tone
(which was funky to my American sensibilities).

The woman who answered had a smooth and silky voice.
“Priapus Productions,” she said.

I checked the card; sure enough Priapus Productions
was the outfit. “Um yes,” I stumbled, “I am calling
regarding a bounty you placed at a video store?”

“Oh yes, are you calling to be in a film?” Her voice
was wonderfully accented. I know the British have a
reputation for being solid and conservative, but
British accents drive me nuts. I find them very sexy
and I found myself becoming aroused just listening to
her and knowing we were going to discuss sexual
matters.

“I’m not sure,” I said honestly. “The guy running the
store didn’t have a lot of details, but he said
something about acting in a video. I guess I’d just
like a little more information.”

“I take it you are not British?” she said.

“That’s right,” I confirmed, a bit puzzled why that
mattered. “I am from the United States. Houston,
Texas.”

“Ah, I see. You are over 21 then?”

She was full of questions. “Yes, I am in my 30s.”

“I’m sorry for the questions, but we are very strict
about keeping pornography out of the hands of our
youths. I wanted to be sure I could be very explicit
if need be.”

“I understand,” I said.

“Right, then what do you want to know?” she asked.

“Well, for starters, what is it you do?” I asked.

“We are producers of amateur adult films. We use
people who are not professionals, and film them having
sex. We sell the films on tape and also on CD-ROM. Our
particular emphasis is on strap-on sex, but we will
make others as the occasion arises. I take it you
rented a video about strap-on sex?”

“Yes,” I answered.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes, very much,” I admitted. I tried to ignore my
burgeoning erection. I found the idea of strap-on sex
very appealing.

“What was the title?” she asked. “We like to know what
our target audience enjoys,” she quickly explained.

“Um, Girls Who Butt-Ball Guys and Austin Powers Gets
Shagged From Behind, I think.”

“They seem to be favorites,” she said, seeming to jot
down the titles.

“Would you like to be in videos like that?

I thought about how to answer, then replied. “It is a
fantasy of mine, but I’m not sure I would like to
really do it.”

“Actually,” she said, “that’s a fairly common answer.
We have loads of men calling to inquire, but very few
are willing to go on film.”

“I bet,” I said. “And I see you have a higher bounty
for women than men, so I guess willing women are even
more scarce?”

“Right you are. We even offer to pay women, and they
are still pretty rare.” There was a little lag in the
conversation. “So, are you willing to consider being
in a video?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I said.

“Can I point out some things and maybe convince you?”
she asked.

“Sure,” I answered. Let her talk; what did I have to
lose?

“First,” she began, “we can protect your anonymity. We
will use masks or makeup or hoods or whatever to
conceal your identity if you like. Second, our target
audience is Europe. Our videos are on PAL format, for
example. Since you are from the USA there is little
chance you’d be recognized at home. Third, we don’t
much care what you look like. Our movies feature real
people, and real people come in all shapes and sizes.
So you don’t have to be fabulous to be in our films.
That also means we understand about normal sexual
reactions and can work around most shortcomings.”

The fact is that she addressed my single biggest fear:
being seen by my neighbors. The other stuff, while
important, wasn’t a big concern of mine. It was nice,
though, to know they could handle my, um,
shortcomings.

“Tell you what,” I said, nearly convinced, “let me
sleep on it and I’ll call you tomorrow.”

“That could work,” she said in her cute accent, “but
our experience is that people who don’t commit now
will not call back. I don’t want to be too pushy, but
it would be nice if you made a little commitment now.
Would you be willing to attend an audition tomorrow
night?”

“I don’t know…” I temporized, now scared and losing
nerve. Its pretty damn easy to be brave when you are
on the phone, but harder when you are face-to-face.

“Its not a big deal,” she said. “We’d just like to see
you, have you look around our studio, see if you are
comfortable, or could be comfortable. If it all works
out, and there is no commitment that it must, then you
can do a screen test.”

“A screen test?” I croaked, almost unable to speak.

“Yes, and that is where we lose all but the most
enthusiastic.”

“Oh.”

“So… can I put you down for tomorrow?”

“Alright, but I have to confess that navigating London
scares me. I don’t know that I could even find your
studio.” It was a last ditch effort to keep myself
safe from my own horniness. But she knew a lame excuse
when she heard one.

“Not a problem,” she said. I could almost hear her
smiling… like a spider smiles at the trapped fly.
“Where are you staying?”

“Um, Heathrow?”

“Excellent! My day job is not too far from there. I’ll
pick you up myself, and we can grab a nibble. We can
talk on the way, and I can answer any questions you
have. I’ll drop you off afterwards too.”

“Is it a long drive?” I was grasping at straws.

“Fairly far, but if it gets too late I’ll pay for a
hack to send you home.

OK?”

It was OK, and I gave her my name and hotel
information before I chickened out. I rung off, not
sure how I had come to agree to meet her. The simple
fact is that I had fantasized about being in a sex
video, and this was probably the best chance I’d ever
have to live the fantasy. She sounded very nice, and
professional, and knew how to answer my worries.

I relaxed a little consciously, but my subconscious
worried over it all night. I found myself tossing and
turning, second-guessing myself. In the States I would
have gotten up and researched Priapus Productions on
the ‘net, but my modem was balking at the funkadelic
UK phone connectors. To say I woke up exhausted would
be a misstatement, since waking involves sleeping and
I hadn’t slept.

My clients made a joke about us crazy Yanks staying in
the pub too late. I laughed with them, but wondered
how they would react if they knew how crazy I really
was. The day went by quickly, as we hammered away at
the Heathrow T5 issue, and I soon found myself back in
my room.

I checked the clock, and saw I had barely enough time
to take a shower and freshen up. I scrubbed up, shaved
my face, and my crotch, and put on a little Dunhill
after donning khakis and a sport shirt. I made it
downstairs early, but not early enough.

I had told the woman that I would be wearing khakis,
and standing near the potted palm in the foyer. I no
sooner paused there, and looked outside, when a
woman’s voice startled me from behind. “Clem?” I
heard, in that wonderfully feminine accent.

I turned to face the voice, and my eyes popped. She
was a tall woman, with an exotic dark appearance. Her
long dark hair hung loosely, framing her enormous
eyes. Damn.

“Yes, I’m Clem,” I said, suddenly realizing I didn’t
know her name.

“Hi,” she said, “I’m Sian.” She held out her hand,
American-style, while I suddenly wished we Yanks had
adopted the Euro-kissy-face greeting. I took her hand,
finding it soft and warm. And strong.

“Nice to meet you,” I smiled.

“Ready to get along?” she asked. I was, so we hopped
into her car and zoomed off onto Bath Road. We stopped
at the McDonald’s and grabbed a two-cheeseburger meal,
which we split. I wasn’t too hungry, nerves robbing me
of my appetite. When we were safely on the M25, we got
past the entry-level chit-chat.

Sian was a warm and friendly person. I quickly got
used to her, which made it easier to talk about sex.
She had some pretty dang frank questions (“do you like
getting ass fucked?”, “would you suck a dick?”, “how
do you feel about dominance and submission?
Restraints?”) which I found off-putting at first. But
I soon was actually pleased to be queried about this,
because she obviously was paying attention. She wasn’t
going to force me into uncomfortable situations, but
she had to first know which situations I found
uncomfortable!

She asked if I had any questions, but all I wanted to
know was pretty na ve (“do the actors enjoy doing it
or is like work?”, and “do the women ever orgasm?”). I
did want to know how they went about getting women to
be on film, since they were apparently so scarce.

“It’s a problem,” she said. “We are getting some
women, but not enough to satisfy demand. I don’t like
using and re-using the same women all the time, but
we’ve been pretty much forced to.” I had an idea, and
I came close to sharing it, but I wanted to get past
tonight before I told her.

In less time than I’d imagined, we were in her cute
town. I hadn’t traveled much beyond downtown London
and the Heathrow area, so the town looked quaint to
me. Seeing my interest, she gave me a little tour. She
even pointed out where the inter-city express bus
stopped. Then we went to their studio, which looked
quite normal from the street.

Once you got past the receptionist’s desk, though, it
was far from normal. The main area was open, with
several large dividers that could be used to create
sets. One divider was preset to be a dungeon, with
shackles and whips covering it. Hmmm. On the floor, in
piles, were several mattresses. Some had restraints
sewn into them, but most were just plain mattresses.
Several small tables were set around, and some padded
sawhorses. But most obvious were the artifacts of
videography, including super-duty tripods and high-
wattage light stands.

I had a chance to casually glance around, but then a
man approached us. Sian introduced him as her husband
Roger, who was the other half of Priapus Productions.
Roger was a good looking man, and like Sian was
friendly. He projected an aura of openmindedness that
put me at ease. Neither he nor Sian were going to be
judgmental, and I rather liked that.

We chatted a bit, but then Sian again got to the
point. “Do you have any questions?” No. “Are you still
interested?” Um, Yes. “OK, then. Please remove your
clothes before we go on.”

“Excuse me?”

“Surely you must have known you would get naked?” she
smiled. Correction, her mouth smiled, but her eyes
were steely.

“Yes, but…”, my voice trailed off.

“We have a few more things to discuss, so this isn’t
the screen test. I know you must be nervous, and I
want you comfortable being naked in front of me and
Roger. So we can discuss those items with you naked,
or you can leave now. I’ll drive you home if you
like?”

Damn.

Swallowing hard, I pulled my shirt up over my head.
Then I kicked off my loafers and peeled off my pants.
My shorts, which displayed a precum-spot, came off
last. Roger and Sian had watched matter-of-factly, and
now their eyes dropped to my pecker.

“Its nice,” Sian said, touching my dick. “Just relax,
Clem, OK?” My completely limp status betrayed my
nerves.

Roger took a different tack. “Do you always shave your
pubes, or was it just for us?” he said, walking around
me like I was a slave at auction. He was professional,
but it was unnerving.

“I am always shaven,” I said, “but I did shave right
before Sian picked me up.”

“I see,” he said. “Well, you have no horrible
blemishes we’d have to cover up.”

How did one answer that? “Great,” I said.

Roger changed subjects, apparently satisfied with what
he saw. “We need you to fill out a couple forms for
us, if you please?” I nodded, and he led me to a desk
where he pulled out a clipboard with forms on it.

The top one was a model release form, indemnifying
Priapus Productions and their employees from damages,
and allowing them to sell whatever production I was
in. This included, videos, CDs, DVDs, stills,
outtakes, &tc. I put this form on the bottom, to see
what else there was.

The next was a like/dislike form, asking me to sign
off on all the activities I would like to do. More
important were the little boxes next to each item
saying that I would not do the action indicated. I
left most of those blank, figuring that if I were to
do a video I was going to go all the way. ‘In for a
haypenny, in for a pound,” I reckoned. I signed the
bottom of the form and looked over the completed form,
seeing for the first time how really diverse my
fantasies were. Being in this video was about fantasy
fulfillment, and I saw that I had oodles of fantasies.

Next was a medical release form, so they could treat
me or seek treatment if something untoward happened.
Hmmm. It also asked me to list any known health
hazards I had, including infectious diseases. I
checked the ‘none’ box and signed the form.

The last was an audition form, giving my consent to
release my audition video. I left this one blank, but
signed the model release form. If I didn’t follow
through on being in a video, my only appearance would
be this audition.

I handed the clipboard to Sian, who had hovered to
answer any questions.

She flipped through the forms, stopping to frown at
the audition form.

“Why didn’t you sign?” she asked.

“Because I don’t want it released if it totally
sucks,” I said. “If it comes out OK, I’ll sign it.”

She looked hard at me, but then said, “That sounds
fair to me.” She put out her hand to shake mine.
“Let’s get to it, OK?” she said.

Uh oh, nerves time. “Sure,” I said.

Sian called to Roger, telling him to get the equipment
ready. Then she went to the storefront, and made
copies of the forms. She gave one to me. It all seemed
very businesslike, except I was naked.

“Roger here is the director and cameraman,” Sian
explained. “He’ll usually have one or two cameras on a
tripod and carry one for close-ups. I know it will be
hard, but you should try to ignore the camera and just
enjoy yourself.” She paused. “Would you like a drink?”
she asked.

“No,” I said, my face turning pink with the
realization that I would soon be captured on video,
possibly for public viewing. “Let’s go,” I said,
sounding more confident than I was.

“OK,” said Roger, assuming the role of director. He
reviewed the clipboard of ‘will dos and won’t dos’.
“Why don’t you come over to this set”– indicating one
in the corner with an IV bottle stand and a toilet–
“and let’s get started.” I went over, looking around
as he turned on the cameras, then the lights, and
adjusted the levels. “OK, we’re rolling!” he
announced. “Please state your name and age,” he
commanded.

I did, feeling like I was being interviewed. “Yes, I
am doing this of my own volition,” I answered to his
question.

“OK, now Clem, I want you to sit on the toilet, lean
back, and masturbate,” Roger said. “Sian, go get the
bottles, OK honey?”

I did as he said, gripping my cock in my fist. I told
myself to relax. I was still a bit flaccid, but I was
beginning to grow.

Sian returned, holding a big enema bottle, and a tube
of lubricant. Roger told me to give myself an enema.
Sian hung the bottle from the IV stand, and handed me
the lube. Mortally embarrassed, I was nonetheless
turned on when I turned around so that the camera
could watch as I inserted the tube. I sat down again
and released the fluids. I felt my bowels filling with
the warm liquid. Mmmmm, it felt very nice.

“I think he likes it Sian,” Roger commented. The water
was pressing against my prostate, I guess, because I
was now very hard.

“I think he does,” she smiled. She licked her lips.

“Sian, let’s see how he eats pussy, OK?”

“Hold your water Clem while I disrobe.” I watched as
this gorgeous woman who I barely knew removed her
clothing. I also felt my bowels begin to cramp,
wanting to expel the liquid. Quickly, Sian was wearing
only some nearly-see-through panties and nicely high
heels. I was greatly excited as she moved like a
panther to me, lithe and supple. Damn. She brought her
right foot up and put it across me to my left thigh.
Then she tilted her hips, letting me have easy access
to her pussy.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, turned on by the situation and the
fresh smell of her pussy. Roger encouraged me, telling
me my moans were very sexy. I tongued her through the
fabric, only slightly tasting her. I reached up and
pulled her crotch to the side, and slid my tongue
through her damp valley.

“Clem, keep eating her but expel the water,” Roger
said. It was hard to concentrate on licking her, but I
tried as I felt the release of the liquid. “How’s he
doing?” Roger asked Sian.

She looked down, noting my expelled water. “I’ll
refill,” she said. I sat back, stroking my very hard
dick, amazed at how sexy it all was. Sian returned,
and I filled up again, with her letting me tongue her
pussy some more. This time, the expelled fluids were
to her satisfaction, and she reported this to Roger.

Roger, meanwhile, had deserted his stationary camera,
and had come in for closeups of my tongue inside
Sian’s pussy. I licked her for some time, enjoying
every moment of it, feeling her getting wetter on my
tongue. Finally, Roger was ready to move to the next
scene.

Sian got off my face, smiling at me and reassuring me
that I was doing great. She handed me some towelettes,
which I used to clean myself. Roger arranged the
lights and cameras around a bedroom set, which was a
mattress, a headboard, a dresser, and some gauze
thrown over a backstop to soften the area.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Sure,” I said, feeling as horny as I’d ever felt.
This was fun.

“OK,” he said, and the lights and cameras came on.
“Action! Clem, go to the dresser and get some of the
toys there and lets see you use them.” The dresser was
a low design, so I took out a dozen or so dildos of
various size, examined them carefully, and placed them
on the dresser. Then I selected three of increasing
size, beginning with one that was 6″ long and 3/4″
across, going up to one that was 9″ long and 2.5″
across. I took the three back to the bed.

I remembered some of the masturbation scenes in porn
movies, and tried to emulate them. I took the smallest
dildo, a realistic one, and looked at the camera. Then
I took the entire thing in my mouth, all the way, in
one single stroke. I heard both Roger and Sian mutter
“Damn,” and I glowed inside. Like I said, this was
fun.

I mouthed it for a minute or so, and then pulled it
out. I lifted my legs, licked my fingers, and began to
circle my asshole. Then I began to fuck my mouth again
with the dildo, knowing the camera was catching me in
silhouette as the dick moved in and out. I was only
barely aware that Roger was moving about, capturing
closeups of my mouth and my asshole. It wasn’t until I
saw the video later that I realized I was undulating,
humping my fingers slowly.

“Sian,” Roger called while zoomed in on my fingers,
“be a love and get the lube will you?” She brought it
over and handed it to me. I squirted some on my
fingers, and worked it into my glistening butthole. In
a flash, I had two fingers inside my asshole.

Roger knelt so that he was out of the way of the other
cameras, but he could still capture what I did next. I
pulled the dildo from my throat and placed it against
my opening. I let out a moan, completely real, as I
pushed it into myself. It felt so good, so fucking
good. I made sure it was fully buried in me, and I
enjoyed a minute of sensual slow pumping, then picked
up the next bigger dildo.

It was 8″ long and 1.5″ across. This one required a
little effort to swallow, but apparently less than
Sian and Roger anticipated. “Jesus,” she said, “you
are one talented cocksucker!”

“Mmmmmm,” I moaned, loving her calling me that. “I am
really just a dildo-sucker for now. I’ve never had a
real dick–yet.” To show off a little, I face fucked
myself for a bit, pushing it in and out at full stroke
and very rapidly. But I was soon ready for even more.
I replaced the dildo in my ass with the medium one,
letting out a groan of pain and pleasure as it filled
me more completely.

I was able to deepthroat the largest dildo, but just
barely. At 9″ it was a bit too long for comfort, but I
wanted the whole thing. It had big fake balls, which
made it easy to grip and pump my face with. As I used
it, I used both hands since it was so massive. Sian
came in and began to use the other dildo on me. It
felt wonderful, being passive as I got fucked.

I love dildos in my ass, and I can give myself
pleasure with them. But the truth is that some of the
fun is lost when you do yourself. You are able to
anticipate your every move; there is no surprise. With
Sian doing it, I couldn’t predict what she’d do next,
whether it be a slow stroke or fast, deep or shallow,
or maybe a corkscrew. It felt absolutely amazing to be
able to receive the pleasure.

“Use the last one Clem,” Roger called from close by.
He was kneeling again, ready to capture my reaction to
the penetration. “Sian, go get your dick on,” he said,
peering intently through the viewfinder.

I positioned the big fat head at my opening, and
gasped as I popped it through my sphincter. I felt
each thick vein as it stretched me open, until it was
deep inside my anal cavity. Roger filmed my pink
tissue clinging to the monster as I moved it in and
out. Then he moved up to quickly capture my facial
expression, which I barely noticed. I couldn’t even
focus on him, my eyes glazed over with pleasure.

“That sure is a big dick,” he said. “Leave it in, but
suck Sian’s cock.” I blinked, trying to clear my eyes.
I saw Sian standing next to the bed, a long, fat, but
smooth dildo extending from her loins. She was wearing
a very strong looking patent leather harness with
bright silver buckles. I scootched over to her, and
looked up at her as I swallowed her dick. As she
slowly rocked her hips to encourage my bobbing, I
closed my eyes, focusing on my reaction.

My senses were alive! My ass was throbbing with
pleasure and anticipation and need. The opening was
being stretched, and the inside was full. My cock was
rock hard, and I could feel the dripping precum on my
belly. I could even feel how hard my nipples were
without touching them. It was a totally sensual
experience.

Roger let us go for a bit, watching me cocksucking the
soft rubber phallus.

But then, he had me get on my hands and knees, ass
towards the cameras. Sian removed the fat dildo,
revealing my gaping opening. Then she put in three
fingers from each hand to pull me open again, making
me groan again.

When Roger had enough shots of my pink insides, he had
Sian fuck me. Ohmygod she fucked me. She knew what she
was doing and it felt great! Her thrusts were deep and
commanding, her hips smacking against my cheeks. I
felt her strong hands grip my hips and fleshy cheeks,
holding me so that she could fuck me harder. She was
truly an athlete!

Roger had us roll so that I was on my back. Then he
handed me a condom, and told me to put it on. “Now,
feel free to cum,” he smiled. I smiled back,
especially as Sian pulled me to the edge of the bed so
that she could stand and do me deeper. To my surprise,
she gripped the condom and began to jack it up and
down my shaft as I dug into the mattress to hold
myself back. I soon lubricated the condom with my
ample precum, and she used it like a pussy. What a
feeling! My ass was being filled by a woman who knew
how to fuck well, while it felt like I was fucking
someone myself. I didn’t last long.

I began to cum, my eyes rolling. With Sian continuing
to fuck my ass with the dildo, my orgasm was long and
‘plentiful’. No doubt the whole horny situation fed
the orgasm as well. I’d had good orgasms before, but
now my ass was convulsing as I came, making my orgasm
incredible. I filled the condom, and it overflowed
onto my belly.

When I stopped spurting and I could focus on her, Sian
got a strange look on her face. “Here you go,” she
smiled, “eat this!” She pushed in all the way, and
then upended the condom above my face. Like a dog
snapping at a treat, I tried to capture all the cum
but a lot got on my face as well. She stuffed the
condom into my willing mouth, letting me suck on it.
Then she pulled my thighs against her stomach and
began to pump away.

All I could to was bear it, since being fucked hard
after an orgasm is not all that pleasurable. I got a
mental stroke from her flushed cheeks, and watching
her build to her own orgasm. She seemed to glow, and I
saw her nipples become extremely hard; she was
gloriously beautiful. I watched her whole body shaking
as she got close, and then she went over the edge and
came. She jiggled her clit back and forth on the
strap-on harness, mildly humping me as she orgasmed.

“Oh, shit!” she hissed, catching her breath. In a
frenzy, she unbuckled the harness and let it drop. My
asshole felt like it was burning, and her withdrawal
left me feeling completely empty. Then, to my great
pleasure, she crawled over and planted her muff on my
mouth. Holy shit, she was wet! She rubbed her pussy
hard over my mouth as I desperately sucked at it,
searching for juice. She gripped my hair, and ground
herself on me, not stopping until she came again. When
she was done, my face felt totally sticky, covered
with Sian’s and my juices.

“That was great,” Roger commented as Sian pulled
herself off me. I looked to see that he had been
filming with one hand. The other was stroking his
nice-size cock. “Sian, come here and run the camera,
please.” She hopped off the bed and expertly gripped
the camera. Roger came over to the bed, and my heart
dropped. Oh shit! “Your sheet said you were willing to
suck cock?”

“I am, but I never have,” I said. I had serious
butterflies at the prospect, but I didn’t have time to
think them out. Roger took my head in his hands and
put his dick on my lips. Like the little slut I am, I
opened my mouth almost on instinct and he put himself
in. After that, it was like being on autopilot after
all these years of sucking a dildo.

It was familiar, but different too. I had the
mechanics down for accommodating a penis shaped thing
in my mouth and not chewing it with my teeth or
gagging as it pushed into my throat. But I found a
live cock is way different than a dildo. It is hot,
and it throbs as blood flows through it. It has a
taste that is not unpleasant. It emits precum, and
eventually semen. Like the dildo wielded by Sian, a
live cock moves on its own in concert to my movements.
But most of all, a live cock gives you feedback. The
owner moans when you do it right, and Roger was
encouraging me. Giving head was far better than
sucking a dildo.

Roger and I were both moaning when he came. After
years of considering what an orgasming cock would feel
like in my mouth, I was still surprised. His cock
swelled a bit as the cum poured through it, and then
it splashed into my mouth with terrific force. “Pull
out Roger, let me see,” Sian said. He did, and I left
my mouth open and tongue hanging out as he squirted
more and more. Most hit my oral area, but some stray
globs hit my face.

I kept most of the semen in my mouth, and I gripped
him and put him back in, spreading the cum sloppily
over his shaft so that it was visible. Then I spent a
minute or so cleaning and re-covering his cock with
cum. I actually laughed with Sian commented, “shit,
that is really nasty”. Roger laughed with me, and
hopped off the bed.

“Look at his erection,” Sian said, swinging the camera
to my dick. In a totally slutty mood, I spit some of
the saliva-sperm mixture on to my hand, lubricating
it, and began to pump my cock with my slimy palm. In a
minute, I sprayed my chest and belly with a long
strand of sperm. Only then did I stop, luxuriating in
the totally fucked feeling I had. I was spent.

As I caught my breath, Roger and Sian took out the
tapes and rewound them. Then they put the handheld one
in a playback machine, and when I roused myself, we
all watched. It was surreal to see myself on the
screen. To see my reactions as events unfolded. Yes,
it was surreal but to me it looked hot too. I guess
Roger and Sian thought so too, because she got on her
hands and knees and he fucked her doggy-style as they
watched. I felt like that was a huge compliment.

Roger came in her when the video showed me sucking his
cock. Still feeling like a tramp, I asked if they
wanted me to clean her up. A bit surprised, Sian said
“sure, if you want to.” I crawled behind her and began
tonguing the creampie out of her just-fucked hole.
Roger laughed a little, saying we should have done
that on film. Sian soon came, ejecting hot cream into
my mouth. It was a fantastic cap to a thrilling
evening.

After that, we put on our clothes and sat around,
chatting. They told me it was an excellent audition,
and that I was going to be wonderful in a video. They
asked me to sign the permission form to use the
audition, and I did with a bit of trepidation.

“How much longer are you in London?” Roger asked.
“When can we schedule a video shoot?”

“I’m in town until next Saturday,” I said.

“Oh, well then this may have come for naught,” Sian
said, ruefully. “We won’t have much chance of finding
willing women to be in this sort of video by then.”

“Actually,” I said with a smile, “I have an idea on
that.” I explained my idea, and both Roger and Sian’s
mouths fell open.

“Why didn’t we ever think of that?” he said.

“Brilliant,” she said.

I laughed, pleased at the compliment. Then a thought
occurred to me. “I suppose the video store owner will
get his bounty?”

Sian smiled slyly at me, and spread her legs to stroke
her wet pussy. “If you come here and use that tongue
on me again, he might get the fiver.” I crawled over,
thinking that I would try to earn him a ten-spot.

Part 2: Cast of Thousands

Normally, I am a bit self-conscious going to the clubs
with Andrew. I have always had a problem with my
weight, and while I am not obese, I am rounder than I
would like. ‘Drew says that I am Rubenesque, the dear.
He likes me soft and ample, and I have slowly become
more open with my body. Losing a stone in fat helped
quite a bit as well, so that now I feel nearly
comfortable putting on the clothes we both admire we
attend the clubs.

Last night, when ‘Drew suggested we go to the club, I
protested only a little. He is a horny little bastard,
and quite openly oggles the other women there. I don’t
mind much, because he is mine and I benefit from his
horniness. When I say he is mine, I mean it too. We
have grown into a relationship where he is more of a
sex slave than a normal boyfriend. At his urging, I
have become accustomed to using him for my own
pleasure and when he is horny is more eager to please
me. For example, after he suggested we go to the club,
I let him shave me carefully, so that my crotch was
smooth as a baby’s bottom. Then, he licked my tender
pubes for about an hour, during which I came
repeatedly.

Perhaps the oddest thing about ‘Drew is that he really
does enjoy it when I deny him orgasms. He loves the
feeling of “wanting to” more than the feeling of
actually orgasming. He says it is like Christmas Eve,
waiting anxiously for your present. I am growing to
enjoy it myself, especially since I can just sit back
and do nothing else but enjoy his effort to please me.

So last night I came a half dozen times, while all
Drew did was please me. I let him snuggle with his
erection between my butt cheeks when I went to sleep,
but he wasn’t allowed to orgasm. Hard to believe he
likes it that way, but he does.

Then tonight, while we were getting ready for the
club, I made sure he understood that he was not to
orgasm without my permission. He got a quite wounded
look, the dog. He had the gall to tell me he would
never do that, when we both knew full well that after
a couple weeks of repeated “denials” his balls were
quite full and he would cum if another woman looked
even at his dick. So it was a lie, but an endearing
one.

Less endearing was the look on his face when I told I
him I was probably going to let him watch me fuck
another man. He looked hurt, even though he had been
begging me for ages to be the star of a gangbang. When
we had returned from the club last time, he went on
and on about how sexy it would have been to have me
filled to the brim with cum. He even came in me four
times himself, he was so excited at the idea. Well,
since then I had been thinking about it, and I had
decided to do it. The idea of having my fanny filled
with strange cocks was terribly arousing, and if ‘Drew
was having second thoughts, it was too late.

‘Drew shaved me again, leaving me silky smooth. Then,
as a reward, I let him pick out the outfit I was to
wear. I could have picked it out for him, he was so
predictable. He wanted me to wear the leather thong
set. It had a thick black patent leather belt with a
shiny silver buckle and grommets. From it came a
single grommeted strap, maybe 5cm wide that went from
the front of the belt to the back, attaching with
buckles to form a sort of leather Sumo wrestler
loincloth. The bra was a sort of X-shaped affair, and
my nipples poked through a large grommet to keep the
“bra” in place. It didn’t leave much to the
imagination, which is why ‘Drew loves it. His next
selection was a pair of black strappy sandals with
high heavy chunky heels. He finished the ensemble with
a black choker with silver grommets that made the
whole set match.

Like I said, I could have picked the outfit for him
because he loves it. I like it too, although it is a
bit revealing and sometimes the leather chaffs. The
reason I like it is that the grommets provide places
to attach auxiliary items. ‘Drew has begged me since
we bought it to use a little dildo, the belt keeping
it inside. Tonight, I was feeling so good that I
decided to finally do it for him.

‘Drew of course selected a very fat one, too big to
keep inside comfortably. Nixing that, I picked a
smaller one, maybe 12cm long and 2.5 cm around. It was
very soft, so it would be comfortable to wear, but my
favorite feature was the egg-shaped clit vibe at the
base. It had a cord that went the right distance to
work as a belt clip. I could adjust the buzzing
sensation as I needed, but I usually kept it at a
gentle hum that provided unexpected jolts of pleasure
when I moved.

I dressed ‘Drew as a slave, which made him cringe
because this time I was authentic. I was going to give
him loads of mental fucks tonight, and not necessarily
physical pleasure. I started with a cock cage, which
was a series of leather bands that wrapped around his
flaccid shaft, with a leather strap that rang along
the length of his dick to hold all the bands in place.
In order to put it on, I had made him fuck a bag of
ice chips to cool his erection. There was a band that
went around his balls to prevent the cage from sliding
off, while also holding his balls down and preventing
his orgasm. I attached this first, then put each of
the bands on with little room for his dick to swell.
Any erection he would have would be painful indeed,
caught in the cage and squeezed out of the cage. So
tonight, he would not only not get to cum unless I
wanted him to, but he would have to control his
erection too.

To complete his apparel, he put on a belt that matched
mine, with a bit of gauzy fabric hanging down front
and rear to [almost] conceal his anus and penis. Then
I hung some toys from his belt to use on him. I
attached a little bottle of lube, a bullet-shaped
vibrator, a ball gag, padded cuffs, and some nipple
clamps. Finally, I put on some length of light chain,
which may come in handy. He jangled like an
electrician when he walked, which I found amusing.

As per the club’s code, we arrived wearing outer
clothes to conceal our “clubwear”. ‘Drew and I wore
trench coats, which we would leave at the coat check.
As we approached, I saw a big banner hanging from the
front of the coat check proclaiming the night was
“Sponsored by Priapus Productions”.

“What is Priapus Productions?” I asked as I handed
over my coat.

“They are producers of amateur movies,” the girl said.
“They are looking for people to be in their videos.”

“Really?” ‘Drew lusted. He was a horny dog already.

“Yes, and they have a mini-studio set up in one of the
rooms. They are making a video about sex at a sex-
club.”

“Cool,” ‘Drew said, clearly interested.

“Down boy,” I giggled. “I’ll gag you if you can’t be
civil.”

We went down the steps to the murky club. It is
arranged as a normal large dance floor, with round
tables of four on the perimeter. On the outside were a
dozen or more rooms of various sizes, with two bars on
either side available to fuel the increasingly lewd
behavior that was the prime reason for people to come.
Along the outer walls were a few benches, where solo
men were permitted to sit, since the tables were
reserved for couples.

I usually needed a bit of time and alcohol to get
comfortable enough to participate. Andrew and I
usually got to the club fairly early to allow the time
needed, so there were quite a few tables available for
us. We sat, and I sent ‘Drew off to get us drinks. He
returned with my 80 proof drink and his water (with
slice of lemon). I liked it when I got smashed, but he
needed to remain sober if for no other reason than to
be able to get us home in one piece.

“Sally, Love,” he said while I took my sip, “what do
you think about that video outfit?”

I smiled at him. “We’ll take a look if you are a good
boy.” He smiled in reply, then glanced up at the
person coming to our table. I turned to look, and saw
a beautiful exotic-looking woman. She was dressed in
some kind of black latext, with a phone-booth-red
strap-on belt across her loins.

“Hello,” she said, “I’m Sian, from Priapus
Productions.” She held out her hand and we shook. “Did
you see that we were here looking for actors and
actresses?” She was looking right at me.

I stirred a little, feeling her eyes. “Yes, we did.
You make movies?” I waved at an empty seat opposite
us.

“Yes, that’s our aim,” she said, pulling out a chair
and sitting down. “We make movies about real people,
so we are always looking for people who are sexy
enough to be provocative on film. We have a room here
tonight so you can see what happens when we make
amateur movies.” She handed over a coupon for a free
drink, continuing, “so have a drink on us, then stop
by our room and have a look.”

I took the coupon. “Thanks, we will,” I promised.

“Great,” she said, “have a nice time tonight.” The
woman stood, and moved on to another table.

‘Drew fidgeted a bit, and began pestering me about
going over straight-away. I again threatened him with
the gag, and he settled down.

During the next hour, the club began to fill up. I
always liked looking at the outfits people wore. Some
came wearing Roman togas, gawking about. I supposed
those to be newcomers, who wanted to remain modest
while they checked the club out. One couple were
bending their gender roles seriously, the man dressed
as a French maid and the woman dressed as a cowboy
complete with chaps. I even saw a couple dressed only
in glow-in-the-dark body paints. The man’s large cock
was painted as a coral snake, which made me giggle
(and turn up the vibrator a notch).

After several cocktails, my inhibitions were melting
away. When a couple asked us to dance, I didn’t even
look at ‘Drew before saying yes. The man made all
sorts of lewd suggestions, which I found very
appealing. As we danced, our bodies connected
electrically, and his hands were all over my naked
flesh. I reciprocated, and reached into his drawers.
The mood was ruined though, because with my first
touch he exploded all over my hand. He did clean my
hand off with his tongue, apologizing profusely. We
approached ‘Drew and his partner, and I took ‘Drew
back from her. His partner scowled and chided him “not
again!” I noted as we got back to our chair that the
gauze concealing ‘Drew’s bottom was missing and his
bottom was red from playing. He and I were both
sexually charged and frustrated.

I saw the woman, Sian, going from table to table. She
saw me looking, and came over to our table. “Are you
ready to take a peak?” she asked.

‘Drew’s pleading look only confirmed my own
willingness. “Sure,” I said.

She led us to the largest room, which had a Priapus
Productions sign taped to the wall. The room was
normally able to accommodate 20 or more people
comfortably, but tonite it was partially filled with
video equipment and lights. My eyes popped when I saw
the activity going on.

A naked man was lying on a mattress face-down, tied
hand and foot to the mattress and over his ass was a
towel. On an adjoining mattress, a couple was engaging
in a 69, with the man on his back. What was unusual is
that she was wearing a strap-on dildo, so they were
both sucking cock. Also unusual was that the couple
was wearing eye masks, to conceal their identities. A
camera on a tripod was capturing the action, and a man
was moving about with a handheld to get close-ups.

I wanted to watch what I found to be a highly erotic
sight. I sent ‘Drew off to get more drinks, and Sian
gave him a couple coupons to pay. I had never seen a
strap-on in action, although ‘Drew had casually asked
once if I would ever like to try it. I had thought I
didn’t, but seeing a strap-on in use was changing my
mind.

The woman disengaged from the man, and looked over.
“Sian,” she said, “would you like to see me fuck him?”

“I think that sounds delicious,” she replied. “Do you
need help?”

“I’m not sure he’ll like it,” she said. “He may have
to be tied down.”

When she said that, I looked at her partner, his mouth
filled with a dildo. He couldn’t verbally protest, but
his eyes showed that he did not want to be fucked.

Sian smiled and said, “Well, we can certainly help you
there.” The room usually had a couch for people to sit
and rest on, with a ottoman to put your feet on. She
brought the ottoman over, and helped the woman put her
partner over it face down. Then his arms and legs were
fastened to the legs of the ottoman. He didn’t protest
a bit, perfectly subservient to his partner’s will. I
felt my already wet pussy flooding.

Luckily, at that moment ‘Drew returned. I heard him
gasp at what was happening, then he groaned as his
cock sprung erect, the cage making it painful. I
maneuvered us to the couch, and took the drinks from
him. Then I spread my legs and had him kneel to
service me. I unbuckled the crotch strap so that he
could have access to my pulpy flesh. I gripped his
hair and he moaned as I pulled his mouth to my pussy.
I used the little vibe to buzz my clit, letting ‘Drew
focus on my lips and hole and sucking my juices. Then
I watched as the woman began to lube her partner’s
asshole.

The man, though well-trained, began to protest and
plead. The woman tired of it, and asked Sian to “put
something in his mouth to shut him up”. Sian was
already wearing her red harness, so she simply snapped
on a short and fat dildo. Then she began to fuck his
mouth, which made for a quite effective gag.

Finally, the woman pushed the dildo into his backhole,
his entire buttocks quivering. Despite the gagging
Sian was doing, I could here him groaning. The woman
was being very gentle, although he wasn’t acting like
it. He squirmed and flinched, trying to avoid the
inevitable. It was very erotic, I thought.

Eventually she was fully inside him, and she remained
there as Sian fucked his mouth. I could see him
relaxing, and begin servicing the dildo. The woman
rocked back and forth in small movements, about an
inch or so. Sian pulled out of his mouth, letting him
breath and… moan. His protests were gone, replaced
with small “oh gods” of pleasure. I pulled ‘Drew’s
mouth to my clit and began to cum myself, it was so
sexy. The room was filled with the sounds of people in
serious pleasure.

The woman began lengthening her stroke, becoming
firmer in her sodomy. I didn’t want ‘Drew to watch,
because his turn was coming up, but it was terribly
arousing to see dildo being extracted and then driven
home with a whack to his buttocks. The cameraman asked
her if she liked fucking her man, and she panted that
it was wonderful. Then he asked the man if he liked
being fucked, to which he gave a half-hearted ‘no’.
Almost the next breath he pleaded with her to shove it
in, leading me to think he might have been lying.

Without asking permission, Sian unbuckled her harness
and let it fall off. Then she gripped his fringe and
pulled his head back, planting her pussy on his face.
She slid her puss back and forth over his mouth while
his neck arched backwards. It must have been a bit
painful, but his partner didn’t seem to care. She
began thrusting at a dizzying pace until she came with
a loud moan.

Still trembling and weak legged, she released her
partner, rolled him onto the floor, and sat on his
cock. Her orgasm began again, and he followed soon
after. Sian was still grinding her pussy on his face
as he came, but I could hear the muffled sound as jet
after jet filled the woman.

“Please, please let me clean you,” I heard someone
beg. I followed the woman’s gaze as her head snapped
to the man laying on the mattress.

“Do you really want to?” she inquired, almost in
disbelief.

“He loves it,” Sian confirmed as she continued coating
the woman’s partner’s face with her slimy girl juice.

“Well, I won’t ask twice,” the woman snickered. She
pulled off her partner, and I could see creamy goo
already visible on the opening of her vagina. She sat
at the man’s head and slid her pussy to where he could
lick her. I couldn’t believe how eagerly the man
tongued her, sucking the cum that leaked out from her.
The woman reacted violently, muttering about how good
it felt as she jammed her pussy into his face until
finally she came again. I’m only a little bisexual,
but I will say that she looked damn sexy, laying there
glowing with sexual exhaustion, her legs splayed wide.

Incongruously, after she came the scene seemed to end
abruptly. One second it was hot orgasmic action, and
the next the couple was sitting next to me on the
couch, kissing passionately. Feeling a need for
affection myself, I pulled ‘Drew up and we cuddled
too.

Sian pulled the ottoman over and sat on it. “Did you
like it?” she asked the woman.

“Mmmmm, yes,” she smiled. “I felt so powerful, so
sexually in command.”

She laughed. “I bet it sounds silly.”

“Not at all,” Sian reassured her. “That’s one of the
reasons I like it.”

She turned to the man. “And did you like it?”

“No comment,” he said with a grin. He got an elbow in
the ribs. “OK, so it wasn’t so bad after a while. I
guess I’d like it every now and then.”

“Every night, you mean!” his partner laughed. Then
they kissed deeply, sharing a new aspect to their
relationship.

“What about you?” Sian asked me, “are you ready to
give it a try?”

I looked at the couple, still kissing each other
madly. I felt real envy. “I don’t know,” I replied.
“I’m a bit afraid I’d harm ‘Drew,” I said seriously.
Like I said, I am not tiny, and I am afraid that I
would hurt him in my eagerness.

“Well, then, how about practicing on Clem here?” she
said, indicating the man tied to the mattress.

“What, fuck him?” I asked, amazed.

“That’s what he’s here for. The slut loves it so much
he’s letting any woman have his ass, but she has to do
it on video.”

“Really?” I asked. “How many has he had?”

“He’s had four women so far tonight,” Sian smiled. She
winked at me. “And I daresay he has enjoyed every
one.”

“I don’t know,” I temporized. It would be fun, I
thought, and I would get to try it on a pro without
hurting my dear ‘Drew.

As it happened, my delay was costly. I was about to
say ‘yes’ when two drunken couples came in the room
and offered to be on video. Without any prodding, one
of the women strapped on the dildo and pulled the
towel off Clem’s buttocks revealing his very greasy
butt hole. She pushed her cock in, making Clem groan
with the rapid penetration. I was amazed that in about
ten seconds he was telling her to fuck harder.

“Can he get on his hands and knees?” she asked. Sian
released Clem from his tethers, and he propped himself
up while she still pumped. Her partner, not to be left
out, knelt in front of Clem and gripped his hair,
pulling him down to his engorged dick. It was very
sexy, listening to Clem try to mouth the man as he was
pumped from behind. I guess the guy thought it was
sexy too, because in a minute or less Clem was
swallowing semen, some slipping out of his mouth to
drip to the floor.

“Hey, I want some!” the other woman protested. “Give
me a piece of the bloke!”

“Get your own guy,” the woman fucking Clem snarled.
“This ass is mine.”

“OK, Tony, that’s you!” the other woman laughed. “Get
on your back.” Tony did as he was told, pulling off
his pants and laying on his back as his partner
strapped on her own dildo. She took some lube and
worked it roughly into his opening (which he seemed to
like) and without much delay inserted her cock in him.
“Angela,” she whined, “make your guy suck Tony.”

Angela, apparently the one fucking Clem, pushed in,
then bumped him towards Tony. Without much prodding,
he began sucking Tony’s cock. Tony moaned loudly as
his ass was crammed full of rubber dick, and his flesh
was being sucked expertly. There seemed to be no
regard for gender in this fuckfest, and I brought
‘Drew’s face down to my pussy again. I needed relief
from the intense excitement I was feeling.

Soon enough, Tony squirted his seed into Clem’s mouth.
The woman brought her mouth to his, and they swapped
Tony’s cum back and forth. Each was groaning. The
woman, though, was in a position to seek satisfaction
whereas Clem was not. She laid back, and brought
Clem’s mouth to her pussy while Angela continued to
ream him. Her breath was getting shallow, and she came
a minute later. Angela pulled out, her dildo seeming
to steam, and flopped onto her back.

A minute later, the woman being eaten came with a
shout. “Oh god, eat it eat it eat it!” she said, her
body shaking with the release. Clem slowed down, but
still licked and sucked her mildly as she continued to
cum. She finally flung Clem away, the stimulation too
much for her.

Then the couple merely got up and wandered out of the
room, as if nothing worth talking about had happened.
Sian and I looked at each other, breaking into grins
because it was just so weird.

Clem was lying on his back on the ground, so I could
see his cock. It was encased in a condom, which seemed
fairly full. “Do you really like it?” I asked him.

“Oh my Lord, yes!” he said. “This is Nirvana. I’m
pretty sure this is Nirvana.”

I giggled a little, my nerves a bit raw. “Would you
mind terribly if I had a go?” I asked.

“I’d love to take your virginity,” he laughed. Then he
got serious. “The only thing is that you’d have to be
on film, you know.”

Shit. “Oh, yes. I’d forgotten.”

“It’s not a big deal,” Sian said, entering the
conversation. “We cam put a mask on you or heavy
makeup or something.”

“Heavy makeup?” I asked. In five minutes, I looked
wholly different. My shoulder-length bob was now
configured as silly girlish pigtails. My makeup was
very heavy, moody, completely different than anything
I normally would wear. I have a tattoo on my shoulder,
which was covered with makeup. I was confident that
even if someone who knew me chanced on the video they
would never recognize me.

Sian asked how I wanted him, and I knew right away.
Clem’s wrists were tied to the mattress, with his legs
left free. I wanted to see his reaction as I fucked
him. I wanted the feedback, to watch his face and to
be able to stop right away if I hurt him. Besides, I
always loved getting fucked with my ankles over
‘Drew’s shoulders, and I wanted to see what that was
like, to fuck someone like that.

Clem, bless his heart, was wonderful. I took off my
belt to put on a strong dildo harness, and he
complimented me. He loved how my pussy looked, so wet
and full of juice. He liked my legs, and my chunky
black shoes (which I let him lick as a joke). I had
‘Drew help me balance over him, and I spread my lips
close to his face. He eagerly licked my wet pussy,
swirling his tongue around inside my hole. After I had
put on the harness (featuring a heavy belt and two
buckled leg straps that would keep my cock attached to
me solidly), he begged to be able to suck my tits. He
seemed insatiable, like he craved me. And that, I must
say, was a total turn on. I knelt next to him and held
his head down so that I could kiss him. I rolled his
head to the side and french kissed his ears. He went
all ticklish, and moaned like crazy.

It all led up to when I had ‘Drew put Clem’s legs up
over his head, exposing his pink butthole to me. I
tried putting in two and three fingers, finding them
sliding in and out with ease. He was sloppy-loose,
which was perfect for me. I put the dildo-head at his
entrance and rocked it in. For the first time, I was
fucking a man.

‘Drew moaned in pain, the result of letting his
erection raise. He liked watching me slowly sinking a
dildo in, and I realized this was something he would
like. ‘Drew was over Clem’s head, holding his ankles
down, so Clem was able to get a few licks on ‘Drew’s
sack. ‘Drew whined about it, and I told him it was OK
to release Clem’s legs. They came down to rest on my
chest and shoulders. From there I began to slowly pick
up speed, learning how to move my hips to fuck. It
felt awkward, but Clem seemed to love it, encouraging
me when I did it right with a lusty “ohhhhh yeahhhhh”.

‘Drew, of course, became annoying with his whimpers
and soft pleas to remove the cage. I decided he needed
to be gagged too, and I knew how to do it. I told him
to suck on Clem’s condom-clad dick. He sputtered and
made rash threats, but calmed down a bit when I told
it was either that or Clem’s bare dick. It was
terribly exciting to watch the look of disgust on my
Andrew’s face when he had his first cock in his mouth.

Clem warned me to not let ‘Drew do it, because he was
too close to cumming. But I wanted ‘Drew to think he
had made a man cum orally. When Clem did cum, I was
surprised at how hard he convulsed. His legs thrashed,
and his ass clamped down so hard on my cock that I
could barely pump. I ordered ‘Drew to keep bobbing on
Clem, pretending that he was the cum swallower I knew
him to be.

When ‘Drew looked up at me, I didn’t see revulsion
anymore. It wasn’t desire either, but more like
acceptance. I told it was OK to stop then, and he
pulled his mouth off Clem’s shriveling dick. I told
him to remove the condom from Clem, which he did, and
then to clean Clem’s cock. ‘Drew’s eyes went wide, but
he didn’t verbalize his reluctance. He went to licking
the cock clean of the sticky goo.

“That’s a good little slave,” I said. In response,
‘Drew paused and let out a groan. I could see his
caged prick swelling. “Oh poor boy,” I mocked him. “Do
you like being my cock-cleaning slave?”

“Oh, Mum,” he said, in character. “If it pleases you
then it pleases me.” I patted his head, reassuringly.
He really did like losing his control, didn’t he?

I had stopped pumping. “Should I stop fucking him?” I
asked Sian.

“It’s up to you, but if it were me I’d fuck his sweet
ass until he was hard again.” She had a nasty look on
her face. “I’d at least fuck him until I came. But
you’d better lube him up some more.” She indicated the
filled condom in ‘Drew’s hand. Ewwww, that was gross.

It was also exciting. “Give me the condom,” I told
him. He did, and I pulled out of Clem’s asshole,
marveling at how it gaped open. I put the end of the
johnny in his ass, then squeezed out the cum into him
like a tube of toothpaste.

“Oh, that feels so good,” Clem sighed. “So cool in my
hot ass.”

“I’ll give you a hot ass,” I said menacingly. I put
the head of my latex cock at his opening, and pushed
in. I fucked him a bit slowly, seeing the smeared
cream coating the dildo. Then I let fly, fucking him
as hard as I like being fucked. As I bottomed out, I
saw I was jamming Clem’s dick into ‘Drew’s mouth. I
also felt a jolt in my clit, as the straps pinched me.
Ohhhh boy! I humped away at him as Clem moaned over
and over again. I saw him begin to stiffen again,
right in my lad’s mouth. And ‘Drew wasn’t pulling off
at all! I felt my orgasm building, and grew intent on
my own pleasure.

“Oh shit, that is sooooo hot!” I heard. I looked to
see where a woman, teetering smashed on her too-high
heels, was standing and watching. “I’ve never seen a
woman fuck a man before.”

“Would you like to try?” I asked. I felt my orgasm
stalled at a plateau, and needed something more.
Something magical. “I’m about to take my slave’s
virginity.”

‘Drew’s head snapped up, and I saw he was scared. In
my present mood, I thought that was good. His eyes
pleaded ‘no’, which made me want to do it all the
more.

“Really? Can I really try?” she asked. “Are you sure?”

“Oh yes,” I said, “I’m sure.” I pulled out of Clem,
his ass still open. “‘Drew, will I need to restrain
you or will you be a good slut and let me fuck you?” I
saw him struggle with his conflicting desires to avoid
it and to please me. I knew he’d need help in not
trashing out. I turned back to the woman, seeing she
had lifted her red sheath dress and had her fingers on
her clit. “You can do me a favor first, though, and
let me bury his face in your pussy while I take him.”

“MMMmmmm,” she said. “That sound’s delish!”

Sian stepped in then. “You do know we are filming a
video? Would you sign a release so we can get it on
film?”

“Yes yes yes,” she said impatiently. “I know all that.
Give me the damn papers.” Sian brought them over and
the lady signed them.

“Thanks, Vanessa,” Sian said. “I’m sorry for the mood
buster, but we have to be square legally.”

Vanessa walked over to the mattresses. “How would you
like it?” she asked me. Then she saw Clem’s gaping
hole. “Oh shit! Look at that!”

I smiled, and unfastened the harness to remove the
dildo. “How about you sit on the ottoman, and use this
on him? I’ll have my little virgin here on his hands
and knees and his face in your fanny.” I inserted the
dildo back in Clem, letting it sit halfway in his
eager butt. Sian, anticipating my need, brought over a
smaller dildo to fuck ‘Drew with. “I’ll use this one
on him.”

The cameraman had put down the camera during this
directorial discussion, and brought the ottoman over.
He adjusted the lights just a bit, and put on a pink
gel over the light can to color the scene a shade
warmer. Then he picked up the roving camera again.

Vanessa was cute up close. She had her long blonde
hair in an updo, cascading sexily down in tendrils and
curls. I saw she had nice, long legs with white thigh-
high tights, and probably nice tits too, although her
dress covered them.

What wasn’t covered was her pussy. She removed her
knickers, sat on the ottoman, and spread her legs. Her
fanny was completely shaved, and I would guess she had
recently been fucked judging by how she appeared
greased up. I saw she had very large lips, pierced
thrice a side with heavy gage rings. She had another
ring through her clit hood. I wondered if she would
jangle when she walked.

“Come here, boy, and put that mouth to use,” she said.
I prodded Andrew, and he got on his hands and knees,
pushing his face into her crutch. She gripped his
hair, and guided him to run his tongue up and down,
between her ringed lips. She let out a little sigh,
and my horny boyfriend let out a deep moan.

His moaning stopped though, when I began working
lubricant into his butt. He stiffened right up, and I
clucked at him that he was going to make it painful.
“Just relax,” I told him. “Enjoy the ride.” He did try
to relax, and it grew easier to work a finger in.

Vanessa rolled over onto her belly, and ‘Drew re-
attached himself to her dripping fanny. He loves
eating women, and he was happily at it. Vanessa
gripped the dildo in Clem, and began to jam it in and
out. He dutifully lifted his legs so she could see
better. She watched carefully, pulling it out so she
could see inside, then watching his reaction as she
slid it in again.

‘Drew was completely involved with tonguing Vanessa.
He didn’t seem to notice when I added a second finger
to probe his bottom. I kept adding more and more lube
until I thought he was sloppy. Then I put the tip of
the dildo to him, withdrew my fingers, and sank slowly
in. I listened to him groan and mutter, holding his
cheeks firmly as I put more and more in. Finally, I
bumped my hips against him.

“How’s it feel?” I asked. I was terribly excited to be
assfucking my own lover like this.

“Please, be gentle,” he replied.

He didn’t really answer my question, so I pulled out
just an inch and rocked it back in. “How does it feel,
slut?” I asked again.

“It feels like I am full,” he groaned. “It hurts a
little.”

I pushed harder against him, forcing his face into
Vanessa. She gasped, and apparently abandoned her plan
to dildo Clem. Instead, she turned to sit on the
ottoman again, and gripped ‘Drews ears. She pulled him
into her, grinding her muff on his face. Then,
comically, she nodded to me.

I knew what she meant though. I began to hump my man,
keeping a steady rhythm of in and out, in and out. He
couldn’t complain, for he was face-first between her
thighs. Every stroke forced his mouth against her
metallic vagina. The motion made the harness jiggle my
own pubes, bringing me ever closer to orgasm. I pulled
out, intending to look at his stretched hole, and
heard him mumble.

Vanessa pulled his face out by his fringe. “What?” she
asked.

“Please, put it back in,” he panted. “Please Sally,
fuck me more.”

Oh damn! I put it back in with a single stroke,
listening to him moan in pleasure. A very nasty
thought came to me, and I almost came but I wanted to
implement it. I pulled out, and knelt under him to
unfasten his balls and dick.

Vanessa looked at me, as if asking what I was
thinking. “Vanessa, would you like a chance to fuck my
boyfriend?” She lit right up, answering the
affirmative. I held his penis, feeling him swell now
that the painful rings were gone. “Here’s what I
want,” I began, then outlining my plan.

I removed the harness and Vanessa put it on. She took
the larger dildo out of Clem’s ass, and asked Sian to
wash it. Then she replaced the dildo on her harness so
that she was wearing the man-sized cock. I smiled as
‘Drew shook, imagining that thing in him. I put in the
smaller dildo, squirting in more lube so that he
remained stretched open and slippery.

Then I got on my hands and knees over Clem. He had
been listening to my plan, so he waited until ‘Drew
got behind me and inserted his swollen cock into me.
Then Clem began tonguing my clit as ‘Drew fucked me.
Vanessa in turn, dildoed ‘Drew for just a minute, then
pulled it out and pressed her cockhead against ‘Drew’s
opening. Drew gasped and cried out curse words as she
pushed hard enough for the dildo to pop inside.

“I think I am ripping open!” he whimpered.

“Just fuck me!” I called to him. I felt him soften a
bit, but I didn’t care. Clem was sucking my clit just
right. ‘Drew struggled to continue pumping, but every
stroke jammed more cock into him. No doubt his body
was getting mixed messages, pleasure and pain. As he
sorted it out, and relaxed enough to enjoy the
screwing he was getting, I felt him begin to stiffen
again.

After maybe five minutes, he was hard again. I milked
at his cock while Vanessa was making long deep
strokes. I could feel my pussy getting sloppy wet, and
Clem was moaning as he sucked my juices off my fanny.
I intended to lean down and 69 with Clem, but Sian
beat me. She pointed his re-condomed dick up, then sat
quickly down on it. I love eating dick, but what she
did turned me on more than that could: she took my
face in her hands and began to french kiss me.

Ohmygod! It was like I was in a dream! I had never
been with a woman, although Andrew pestered me with
the notion a lot. But Sian’s lips were so soft, and
her manner so… womanly. It was so different than
when a man is kissing you. And to be honest, getting
kissed by a beautiful woman isn’t all that terrible
anyways. In the situation, it was totally a turn on.
When her fingers found my nipples and pinched, I felt
my orgasm begin.

My body shook with the force of my orgasm. I know my
pussy was throbbing, because ‘Drew joined in with his
own orgasm. My head was swimming, so I was only partly
aware of the force of his. But when I could see
straight, I felt my pussy beginning to leak, even with
‘Drew plugging me. Clem was moaning in pleasure as he
probed around the edges, licking what cum he could
find.

That brought me to Part B of my plan. I had watched
the earlier couple fuck, and then the man had cleaned
her inside and out. Now I wanted that. I told ‘Drew to
lay next to Clem, and he did. Then I lifted off and
plopped my totally filled fanny onto his face. “Eat
it,” I hissed, “eat your nasty cum from me.” ‘Drew
reluctantly began tonguing me, and I have to say that
it felt fantastic. I squirmed as he licked me in
highly sensitive places, and listening to him gag
slightly at the oozing cream was erotic.

Sian again took my face, and we stretched to kiss.
Then, she shocked the hell out of me. “You lick my
pussy,” she said. She guided my face to where Clem’s
cock was still embedded. In a daze I began to lick at
her clit as she stroked my back. “Clem, you fuck my
ass now,” she said, lifting off him, then letting him
drop into her trained backhole. Whoa, and I was there
to watch. Hell, I was there to eat! Her lips were
spread apart and she literally dripping juice. I gave
in to the moment, and just tongued her as well as I
could.

I was in store for another surprise. Vanessa, still
wearing a dildo and prepared to use it, spread my
cheeks and spit on my asshole. I turned to ask what
the fuck she thought she was doing, but Sian grabbed
my hair and pulled me back into her crutch. “You’ll
love it,” she told me.

I’ve had cocks in my ass before, but I always had been
drunk before. Now I had to relax and accept the
pleasure, and that was totally different. Vanessa
worked a finger into me, using her spit as lube. I
felt her stick another finger in my gooey pussy, and
then she spread it on my hole. She used that to put in
another finger.

To be truthful, I was trying to concentrate on the
pleasures of having my spermy trench tongued and
tonguing a dripping hole myself. I was so turned on
that having Vanessa carefully insert the dildo in my
ass was just so much more pleasure. I tried to picture
the camera taking it all in, the image of this nasty
fivesome burning into my mind. I don’t know what part
of the pleasure I used to orgasm with–again–but they
all contributed to making this orgasm the hardest,
longest orgasm in my life.

At some point, I must have gone unconscious. When I
opened my eyes, the cameraman was kneeling next to me,
his face a picture of concern. “I’m OK,” I said,
trying to sit up.

“Hold on, young lady,” he said. “You need a bit of a
rest.”

I settled back, resting and closing my eyes. I could
hear Sian and Vanessa moaning, still going at it. They
were probably going at each other. I was thinking of
moving to the couch to let them have the mattress I
was laying on, when I heard another couple enter the
room.

“Wow,” he said.

“Cool,” she said.

I decided I would stay and force ‘Drew to service them
both while I caught my breath. It seemed like the
night was only beginning.

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