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Making an Amateur Strap-On Video
by Creampie Eater (address defunct)

***

A man is talked into performing in an amateur porno 
video. (MMFF, bi, oral, anal, exh, d/s, bd, creampie, 
orgy)

***

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 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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