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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.

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