Message-ID: <25471asstr$964401002@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: CreampieEater@excite.com (Creampie Eater) X-Original-Message-ID: <8F7A99631XCreampieYes@24.93.35.40> User-Agent: Xnews/03.04.11 NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 15:22:47 CDT Subject: {ASSM} <*> "Making an Amateur Strap-On Video" (FM FFM MM) by Creampie Eater Date: Sun, 23 Jul 2000 21:10:02 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, newsman Stop! If you have a Palm Pilot, why not go to my web site and download the special PalmDoc version of this story? Look in the Files/CreampieErotica/PalmDocs area for this story. You'll be able to read this sexy story on the bus, in a meeting, on the plane, and no one the wiser! Then, I beg you to send me comments so I know if it works! DISCLAIMER: This is a story about sex between consenting adults. If you are not an adult, you cannot consent, even to read this story. Therefore, read something else. Note also that my stories may portray sexual acts that are not necessarily safe. Since you are an adult reading this, you know it. Even so, caveat lector. NOTES: This story is NOT like the creampie stories I normally post. I wrote it for another Excite Club, one dealing in amateur strap-on videos. Since it is yet another of my special kinks (I do like more than creampie sex, you know), I decided to write myself into it. So, if you are expecting my normal creampie-centric story, you will be disappointed. I am formally requesting a review, since it is outside my normal genre. Visit my *FREE* Excite Club, "CreampieEaters's Creampage". It is highly interactive, meaning you can instantly send me comments (anonymously if you want). All my stories are posted there, and more. The URL is: http://clubs.excite.com/Creampie As always, comments can be sent the old-fashioned way to CreampieEater@excite.com. I adore comments, good and bad, but rarely receive them. Why not send comments today to the authors you read on ASS and ASSM, including me? The Making of an Amateur Strap-on Video Part 1 -- The Audition ---------------------- 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 rest room, 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 an 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. "Mmmmmmmmmmm," 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 titties. 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 'Drews 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. "Its 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. -- Visit my free Excite Club: http://clubs.excite.com/Creampie Stories, pictures, contact info, and more! 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