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This trip wasn't all that different so far from other typical business trips. I was stuck at a hotel near the airport for several weeks while I served my client. I was terribly bored, although this time I had rented a car so I wasn't entirely stuck using the hotel shuttle or the public bus line. To ease my boredom, I had rented a couple DVD's from a local store, watched them, and was now returning them.
The differences that did occur on this trip were quite a bit different than my usual stay in this miserable city. Instead
of being stuck in the usual budget hotel near the freeway, I was in a very nice hotel near the Kansas City Airport, which was Just North of "Chalkline City" as it is more frequently called by locals.
The rental car was however practically useless to me. Although I was more than skilled enough to drive in the city the bizarre streets and frequent roundabouts made actually driving a nightmare. Not to mention the drivers in KC tend to be rabid assholes.
The DVD's I rented were needless to say pornographic, but this time I had rented some extreme titles that fed my particular kink: "Butt Bangin' Bitches" and "Who is Palin Nailin'." I had enjoyed an amazing cumfest, my cock popping loads a dozen or more times until I literally ran dry and rubbed the little fucker raw!
I rarely rented strap-on videos, scared of my wife finding out and deciding I was a freak. But after seeing what was on the SD card I found hidden in the bottom of her jewelry box I simply didn't give a flying fuck. Regardless 3 hours by air from home and not knowing anybody I didn't care who saw me rent this particular kink. Even so, I was nervous when I got off the bus a block from the store.
When I rented them, I had been more than a little embarrassed. Although the guy behind the counter wouldn't know me from Adam, he did know my name, my License number, my home address, the hotel where I was staying (presumably in case I fled the state with all their DVD's).
I imagined he was informing the management of the hotel of my kinky nature and warning them that I was probably in my room right now pounding dildos up my ass and jerking off all over their bedspreads and upholstery. In any event 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 Yankee 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?". 'You want to ask me out?" I thought to myself.
"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 twenty for
every serious dude that called. And a fifty spot for every woman." On one side was a number handwritten in Sharpie, which was apparently his code. On the other was the business card:
Priapus Productions
Connoisseurs of Fine Filth
Kansas City, Missouri
"Why are they paying more for women?" I asked.
"Because men are apparently more than eager to do it for free," he said.
"Do what?"
"I believe they're lookin' for people to be in amateur porns 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 twenty for me."
I hustled out, feeling more than a little embarrassed. 'The kind I just watched' involved men being buttfucked by women. That's not the kind of behavior you talk about with other men, 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 and after working up a serious case of anger recalling what my wife and her friend had been doing on the hidden SD card and with my Rottweilers no less! In any case I decided "Fuck her all to Hell!" and convinced myself to call and get the video vendor his twenty.
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.
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'm calling regarding a bounty you placed at a video store?"
"Oh yes, are you calling to be in a video?" Her voice was wonderfully accented. I know southerners have a reputation for being solid and conservative, but Southern 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’re not from here?" she said.
"That's right," I confirmed, a bit puzzled why that mattered. "I’m from Boston.
"Ah, I see. You are over 21 then?"
She was full of questions. "Yes, I am in my 40s."
"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, well what do you want to know?" she asked.
"Well, for starters, what is it you do?" I asked.
"We are producers of amateur adult videos. We use people who are not professionals, and video them having sex. We sell the videos on DVD and also stream then on the internet. Our particular emphasis is on strap-on sex, but we will make others as the occasion arises. I take it you rented a DVD about strap-on sex?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, very much," I admitted. I tried to ignore my awakening 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, Butt Bangin' Bitches and Who is Palin Nailin', I think."
"They seem to be favorites," she said, apparently jotting down the titles.
"Would you like to be in videos like that?
I thought about how to answer, then replied. "It’s 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 video."
"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 because of harassment and legal issues our target audience is Europe. All our videos are on PAL format.Since you are from here in the USA there is very little if any chance you'd ever 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 videos. 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, uh… 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 in 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. It’s 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 KC 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, Embassy Suites?"
"Excellent! My day job is not too far from there. I'll pick you up myself, and we can grab a bite. 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 cab to send you home. OK?
It was OK, and I gave her my name and hotel information before I chickened out. I hung up, 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. At home I would have gotten up and researched Priapus Productions on the 'net, but my laptop was balking at the shitty hotel connection. To say I woke up exhausted would be an understatement, since waking up involves sleeping and I hadn't slept.
My clients made a joke about us crazy Yanks staying in the bar 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 KC insolvency 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 Axe deodorant and after donning a pair of 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. "Dennis?" 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 Dennis," I said, suddenly realizing I didn't know her name.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Angela." She held out her hand,I suddenly wished we Americans 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 Ambassador Road. We stopped ar McDonald's and grabbed a two-fishburger meal, which we split. I wasn't too hungry, nerves robbing me of my appetite. When we were safely on the I29 we got past the entry-level chit-chat.
Angela was a warm and friendly person. I quickly got used to her, which made it easier to talk about sex.
She had some pretty damned frank questions "do you like getting fucked in the ass?", "would you suck a dick?", "how do you feel about dominance and submission? Restraints?" all of which I found rather off-putting at first.
But soon I was actually pleased to be queried about this, because she was obviously paying attention. She wasn't planning to force me into uncomfortable situations, but in order to avoid doing that 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 naive ("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 video, 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 little town. I hadn't traveled much beyond downtown Kansas City and the Airport 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. On the floor, in
piles, were several mattresses. Some had restraints sewn onto 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 fluid head tripods and high-wattage light stands.
I had a chance to casually glance around, but then a man approached us. Angela introduced him as her husband Roger, who was the other half of Priapus Productions. Roger was a good looking man, and like Angela was friendly. He projected an aura of open mindedness that put me at ease. Neither he nor Angela were going to be judgmental, and I rather liked that.
We talked a bit, but then Angela again got to the point. "Do you have any questions?" No. "Are you still interested?" Um, Yes. "OK, then. Please take off 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 back to your hotel 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 Angela had watched matter of factly, and now their eyes dropped to my pecker.
"Its nice," Angela said, touching my dick. "Just relax, Dennis, 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 still unnerving.
"I am always shaved," I said, "but I did shave right before Angela 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, & etc. 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 penny, in for a pound," I reckoned. I signed the bottom of the form and looked over the completed form, seeing for the first time just how diverse my fantasies really were. Being in this video was about fantasy fulfillment, and I saw that I had a shit ton of fantasies.
Next was a medical release form, so they could treat me or seek treatment if something untoward happened. 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 Angela, who had hovered nearby in order 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.
Angela called to Roger, telling him to get the equipment ready. Then she went to the storefront, and made copies of all the forms. She gave one copy of everything to me in a manila folder. It all seemed very businesslike, except for the fact that I was naked.
"Roger here is the director and cameraman," Angela 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 white levels and focus. "OK, we're rolling!" he announced. "Please state your name and age," he ordered.
I did, feeling like I was being interviewed. "Yes, I am doing this of my own volition," I answered to his question.
"OK, now Dennis, I want you to sit on the toilet, lean back, and masturbate," Roger said. "Angela, 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 flaccid, but watching Angela's ass sashay across the room, I was beginning to grow hard.
Angela returned, holding a big enema bottle, and a tube of lubricant. Roger told me to give myself an enema. Angela hung the bottle from the IV stand, and handed me the lube. Mortally embarrassed, I was nonetheless a little 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. It felt strange but also kind of nice.
"I think he likes it Angela," Roger commented. The nozzle was apparently pressing against my prostate, because I was now rock hard.
"I think he does," she smiled. She licked her lips. "Angela, let's see how he eats pussy, OK?"
"Hold your water Dennis while I disrobe." I watched as this gorgeous woman who I barely knew removed her clothing. I also felt my guts begin to cramp, wanting to expel the liquid quickly.
Angela was wearing only some nearly-see-through panties and high heels. I was greatly excited as she moved towards me like a panther, lithe, supple and oh so fine. I could feel my cock pulse as she moved towards me. 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 velvety damp valley.
"Dennis, 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 Angela.
She looked down, noting my expelled water. "I'll refill," she said. I sat back, stroking my rock hard dick, amazed at how sexy it all was. Angela returned, and I filled up again, Angela turned her back to me bent over forwards putting her hands on the floor and backing her ass into my face which let me tongue her pussy from behind. This time, after checking that the expelled fluids were to her satisfaction she reported this to Roger.
Roger, meanwhile, had deserted his stationary camera, and had come in for close ups of my tongue inside Angela's pussy. I continued to lick her for some time, flicking my tongue over her clit and enjoying every second of it while feeling her getting wetter and wetter on my tongue. Finally, Roger was ready to move on to the next scene.
Angela pulled away from my face turned around smiling and reassuring me that I was doing great. She handed me some moist wipes which I used to clean my face and wipe my ass. Roger arranged the lights and cameras around a bedroom set, which was a queen sized bed with 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 since I first finger fucked Samantha at the drive in theatre while hoping to get a hand job oh so many years ago. This was fun!
"OK," he said, and the lights and cameras came on. "Action! Dennis, 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 down my throat
in one single stroke. I heard both Roger and Angela 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 silicone dick moved in and out. I was only vaguely aware that Roger was moving about, capturing close-ups 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.
"Angela," 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
less than a minute I had two fingers worked well up 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 placing it firmly against my well lubed balloon knot. I let out a deep moan as I pushed it deep into my asshole. 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 before I withdrew it and picked up the next bigger dildo and brought it to my mouth.
This toy was 8" long and 1.5" across. This one required a little effort to swallow, but apparently less than
Angela and Roger anticipated. "Fuck me!," 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 pulled the dildo out of my throat and slowly pushed it into my as letting out a groan of both pain and pleasure as it filled me much more completely than the previous toy.
I wasn’t able to deepthroat the largest dildo, just Barely getting it into my mouth and touching the back of my throat. At 9" it was way too long for comfort and much too girthy to fit down my throat. Nevertheless I was determined to force as much of it as I could into my mouth. This monster cock had big fake balls which made it easy to grip and pump my face with while saliva dripped off my chin. As I facefucked myself I had to use both hands since it was so massive.
Angela moved closer and began to push the medium dildo back into my ass. Once it was in up to the balls she began to fuck me with it.It felt wonderful being passively fucked and not having to use my own hands to do work it in and out.
I love using dildos on my ass, and I can give myself some pleasure with them. But the truth is that most of the fun is lost when you have to do it yourself. You are able to anticipate your every move; there is no surprise. In effect you are jerking yourself off only you’re using a rubber cock to do it.
With Angela fucking my ass with the toy I couldn't predict what she'd do next. Whether it was a slow stroke, a fast plunge, deep,shallow, or maybe even a corkscrew. It felt absolutely amazing to be able to receive the pleasure when it was someone else doing the driving.
"Use the last one Dennis," Roger called from close by. He was kneeling again, ready to capture my reaction to
the penetration.
"Angela, go get your dick on," he said, peering intently through the viewfinder.
I pulled the monster cock out of my mouth positioned the huge apple sized head at my well lubed asshole, and gasped as I could almost hear an audible “POP” as it burst in through my sphincter. I felt each thick vein of this monstrous toy as it stretched my distended asshole and forced it’s girth ever more deeply into my anal cavity. Roger videoed my anal tissue clinging to the monster as I pulled it in and out.
Then Roger moved the camera up quickly to my face in order to capture my facial expression, which I barely noticed. I honestly couldn't focus on him, my eyes glazed over with pleasure.
"That sure is a big dick," he said. "Leave it in, but suck Angela's cock." I blinked, trying to clear my eyes.
I saw Angela standing next to the bed. A long very thick but exquisitely smooth dildo extending from her loins. She was wearing a very strong looking black leather harness with bright silver buckles. I scooted over to her, and looked up at her as I took her enormous dick into my mouth. As she slowly rocked her hips to encourage my bobbing. I closed my eyes focusing on my reactions.
My senses were alive! My ass was throbbing with pleasure, anticipation and need. My asshole was being stretched beyond belief and my innards were stuffed well beyond full. My cock was rock hard, and I could feel precum on my belly as it dripped off of my aching cock. I could even feel how hard my nipples were without even touching them. It was a totally sensual experience.
Roger let us go on for a bit, filming me cocksucking the enormous rubber phallus while the other giant was still firmly plugged into my asshole.
After a couple of minutes Roger had me get on my hands and knees, ass facing towards the cameras. Angela removed the fat dildo, revealing my gaping opening to the camera’s lense. Then she put in three fingers of each each hand on either side of my slowly closing asshole to pull me wide open again, which made me groan loudly once more.
When Roger had enough shots of my distended asshole he had Angela fuck me. Oh boy, did she ever fuck me!
Angela knew exactly what she was doing and it felt great! Her thrusts were deep and commanding, her hips smacking against my cheeks as I felt the huge silicone balls of the toy slap against my own. I felt her strong hands grip my hip bones firmly as she slammed into me again and again. She was holding me in a way that she could put her weight into it and thrust into me ever harder. Angela was truly a fucking athlete!
Roger had us roll over so that I was now on my back with my ass at the edge of the bed. "Now, feel free to cum," he smiled. I smiled back, especially since Angela pulled me closer to the edge of the bed she put my legs up onto her shoulders and gripped the front of my thighs so that she could stand up and do me even deeper. To my surprise, she gripped my cock with one hand and began to jack it up and down my shaft as I dug into the mattress to hold myself back while she drove her cock into me. Very soon her hand was well lubricated with my ample precum and she jacked me like her hand was a tight virgin pussy. What a sensation!
My ass was being filled by a woman who knew very well how to fuck like a stallion. At the same time my cock felt like I was fucking someone as well. I didn't, couldn’t last long!
I felt my asshole begin to clench around the dildo hammering in and out, my balls began to tighten up and my cock began to pulse as thick streams of cum began to jet out in an arc up over my chest and even hitting the bottom of my chin! My eyes felt like they were rolling back into my head with Angela continuing to jackhammer my ass with the dildo, my orgasm was long and intense to say the least. To put it mildly I had a full body orgasm something I could have never imagined before today. No doubt the whole horny situation fed into the orgasm as well. I'd had plenty of good orgasms before but nothing like this! My asshole was convulsing around the huge cock as I came, making my orgasm ever so much more incredible. I the spurts slowed to a dribble the overflowed Angela’s tightly grasping hand and ran onto my belly.
When I finallystopped spurting and I could once again focus on her, Angela got a strange look on her face.
Then she pulled my thighs tight against her stomach and began to pump away.
It was all I could do to bear it since being fucked hard immediately after an orgasm is not all that pleasurable. I got a mental stroke from watching her flushed face while she ramped up into her own orgasm. Angela’s face seemed to glow, and I saw her nipples pucker up tight and become extremely hard. Angela as she approached her peak was gloriously beautiful. I watched her whole body began to tremble as she reached her peak, then she went over the edge with a shriek and came. She rocked her clit back and forth on the strapon harness as she exploded which made the silicone cock jump and tremble in my ass in the strangest way.
"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 abrupt withdrawal left me feeling completely empty then an abrupt chill as the cool air in the room suddenly entered my widely distended anus.
Then, to my great surprise and pleasure, she crawled over my body and planted her muff on my mouth. Holy shit, she was wet in fact she was absolutely dripping wet. She ground her pussy hard over my mouth as I desperately sucked away at it, lapping away at the copious juices. Angela grabbed my hair, and ground herself onto me, not stopping until she came again in several more violent convulsions at which point she collapsed forward onto my body with her face landing on my now flaccid cock.
Angela was done, my face felt totally sticky, covered with both Angela's juices and my own overheated sweat.
"That was great," Roger abruptly interjected. Angela slowly pushed herself up off of me and looked towards the video monitor I also looked to see that he had been recording with one hand while apparently the other had been busy stroking his nice sized cock. "Angela, 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 I guess but I never have before," I said. I had serious butterflies in my stomach at the prospect and to honest even felt a little queasy but Roger didn't give me time to think about it much less back out. Roger took my head in his hands and put his dick to my lips. Like the little slut I am, I opened my mouth almost on instinct and he slid his dick in. After that, it was like being on autopilot after all the years of sucking my wife’s dildos while she wasn’t at home.
Having a real dick in my mouth was familiar, but somehow it was 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 soon discovered a live cock is much different than a dildo. It is hot, and it throbs as blood flows through it. It has a taste that is different though not altogether unpleasant. Unlike a dildo it emits precum, and eventually even semen.
Like the dildo wielded by Angela, a live cock moves on its own in concert with my movements. But most of all, a live cock gives you feedback. The owner moans when you do it right, and Roger was definitely encouraging me. Giving head I decided was far better than sucking a dildo.
Roger and I were both moaning when he came. Even after years of considering what a spurting cock might feel
like in my mouth I was still surprised when he finally got his rocks off. I could feel his cock swell in my mouth as he approached his orgasm and I could feel it jump and pulse in his mouth as his orgasm hit and the cum poured through it. Then in an instant cum burst into my mouth with terrific force hitting the back of my throat making me gag a bit and bursting past my lips tightly pursed around Roger’s cock it spilled own my chin dripping onto my chest.
"Pull out Roger, let me see," Angela said. He did, and I left my mouth open and tongue hanging out as he squirted again and again. I’ve read that a man typically ejaculates no more than a teaspoon but I suspect the intensity of watching his wife fuck the shit out of me and maybe not getting any for a while left him backed up. In any event I swear he blew at least half a cup if not more. Most of the blast was in my mouth, but as he pulled out before he finished spurting a few stray globs hit my face.
As I had caught most of the semen in my mouth I gripped Roger’s hips and pulled his cock back into my mouth before he softened, spreading the cum sloppily over his shaft with my tongue as I pulled him back in so that it was visible to the camera. Then I spent a minute or so cleaning and re-covering his cock with cum just before I swallowed the bulk of his load. I actually laughed when Angela commented, "shit, that is really nasty". Roger laughed with me, and
backed away from the bed.
"Look at his erection," Angela said, swinging the camera to my once again rock hard dick. In a very 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.
Within a minute or two while I was still in lust from the recent unbelievable fucking I had just experienced I once again blasted 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 Angela took the SD cards out of the mounted cameras and loaded them into a nearby PC. Then they put the SD card from the handheld camera into a laptop. After we all took a few minutes to recover, we all reviewed what Roger and Angela had recorded. It was utterly surreal to see myself on the screen. To see my reactions as the events unfolded. Yes, it was surreal but to me it looked really hot as well.
Evidently Roger and Angela thought so too, because she got down on her hands and knees and Roger fucked her doggy style as they both watched the playback. I definitely 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, Angela said "sure, if you want to." I crawled behind her and began tonguing the creampie out of her freshly fucked hole. Roger laughed a little, saying we should have done that on video. Angela soon came again, ejecting her own hot cream into my mouth along with Roger’s ejaculate. It was ll in all 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 some trepidation.
"How much longer are you in Kansas City?" 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 to naught," Angela 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 Angela's mouths fell open.
"Why didn't we ever think of that?" Roger said. "Brilliant," Angela said.
I laughed, pleased at the compliment. Then a thought occurred to me. "I suppose the video store owner will
get his bounty after all?"
Angela 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 twenty." I crawled over, thinking that I would try to earn him a fifty.
The differences that did occur on this trip were quite a bit different than my usual stay in this miserable city. Instead
of being stuck in the usual budget hotel near the freeway, I was in a very nice hotel near the Kansas City Airport, which was Just North of "Chalkline City" as it is more frequently called by locals.
The rental car was however practically useless to me. Although I was more than skilled enough to drive in the city the bizarre streets and frequent roundabouts made actually driving a nightmare. Not to mention the drivers in KC tend to be rabid assholes.
The DVD's I rented were needless to say pornographic, but this time I had rented some extreme titles that fed my particular kink: "Butt Bangin' Bitches" and "Who is Palin Nailin'." I had enjoyed an amazing cumfest, my cock popping loads a dozen or more times until I literally ran dry and rubbed the little fucker raw!
I rarely rented strap-on videos, scared of my wife finding out and deciding I was a freak. But after seeing what was on the SD card I found hidden in the bottom of her jewelry box I simply didn't give a flying fuck. Regardless 3 hours by air from home and not knowing anybody I didn't care who saw me rent this particular kink. Even so, I was nervous when I got off the bus a block from the store.
When I rented them, I had been more than a little embarrassed. Although the guy behind the counter wouldn't know me from Adam, he did know my name, my License number, my home address, the hotel where I was staying (presumably in case I fled the state with all their DVD's).
I imagined he was informing the management of the hotel of my kinky nature and warning them that I was probably in my room right now pounding dildos up my ass and jerking off all over their bedspreads and upholstery. In any event 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 Yankee 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?". 'You want to ask me out?" I thought to myself.
"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 twenty for
every serious dude that called. And a fifty spot for every woman." On one side was a number handwritten in Sharpie, which was apparently his code. On the other was the business card:
Priapus Productions
Connoisseurs of Fine Filth
Kansas City, Missouri
"Why are they paying more for women?" I asked.
"Because men are apparently more than eager to do it for free," he said.
"Do what?"
"I believe they're lookin' for people to be in amateur porns 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 twenty for me."
I hustled out, feeling more than a little embarrassed. 'The kind I just watched' involved men being buttfucked by women. That's not the kind of behavior you talk about with other men, 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 and after working up a serious case of anger recalling what my wife and her friend had been doing on the hidden SD card and with my Rottweilers no less! In any case I decided "Fuck her all to Hell!" and convinced myself to call and get the video vendor his twenty.
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.
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'm calling regarding a bounty you placed at a video store?"
"Oh yes, are you calling to be in a video?" Her voice was wonderfully accented. I know southerners have a reputation for being solid and conservative, but Southern 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’re not from here?" she said.
"That's right," I confirmed, a bit puzzled why that mattered. "I’m from Boston.
"Ah, I see. You are over 21 then?"
She was full of questions. "Yes, I am in my 40s."
"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, well what do you want to know?" she asked.
"Well, for starters, what is it you do?" I asked.
"We are producers of amateur adult videos. We use people who are not professionals, and video them having sex. We sell the videos on DVD and also stream then on the internet. Our particular emphasis is on strap-on sex, but we will make others as the occasion arises. I take it you rented a DVD about strap-on sex?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Did you enjoy it?"
"Yes, very much," I admitted. I tried to ignore my awakening 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, Butt Bangin' Bitches and Who is Palin Nailin', I think."
"They seem to be favorites," she said, apparently jotting down the titles.
"Would you like to be in videos like that?
I thought about how to answer, then replied. "It’s 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 video."
"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 because of harassment and legal issues our target audience is Europe. All our videos are on PAL format.Since you are from here in the USA there is very little if any chance you'd ever 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 videos. 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, uh… 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 in 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. It’s 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 KC 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, Embassy Suites?"
"Excellent! My day job is not too far from there. I'll pick you up myself, and we can grab a bite. 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 cab to send you home. OK?
It was OK, and I gave her my name and hotel information before I chickened out. I hung up, 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. At home I would have gotten up and researched Priapus Productions on the 'net, but my laptop was balking at the shitty hotel connection. To say I woke up exhausted would be an understatement, since waking up involves sleeping and I hadn't slept.
My clients made a joke about us crazy Yanks staying in the bar 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 KC insolvency 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 Axe deodorant and after donning a pair of 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. "Dennis?" 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 Dennis," I said, suddenly realizing I didn't know her name.
"Hi," she said, "I'm Angela." She held out her hand,I suddenly wished we Americans 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 Ambassador Road. We stopped ar McDonald's and grabbed a two-fishburger meal, which we split. I wasn't too hungry, nerves robbing me of my appetite. When we were safely on the I29 we got past the entry-level chit-chat.
Angela was a warm and friendly person. I quickly got used to her, which made it easier to talk about sex.
She had some pretty damned frank questions "do you like getting fucked in the ass?", "would you suck a dick?", "how do you feel about dominance and submission? Restraints?" all of which I found rather off-putting at first.
But soon I was actually pleased to be queried about this, because she was obviously paying attention. She wasn't planning to force me into uncomfortable situations, but in order to avoid doing that 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 naive ("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 video, 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 little town. I hadn't traveled much beyond downtown Kansas City and the Airport 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. On the floor, in
piles, were several mattresses. Some had restraints sewn onto 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 fluid head tripods and high-wattage light stands.
I had a chance to casually glance around, but then a man approached us. Angela introduced him as her husband Roger, who was the other half of Priapus Productions. Roger was a good looking man, and like Angela was friendly. He projected an aura of open mindedness that put me at ease. Neither he nor Angela were going to be judgmental, and I rather liked that.
We talked a bit, but then Angela again got to the point. "Do you have any questions?" No. "Are you still interested?" Um, Yes. "OK, then. Please take off 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 back to your hotel 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 Angela had watched matter of factly, and now their eyes dropped to my pecker.
"Its nice," Angela said, touching my dick. "Just relax, Dennis, 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 still unnerving.
"I am always shaved," I said, "but I did shave right before Angela 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, & etc. 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 penny, in for a pound," I reckoned. I signed the bottom of the form and looked over the completed form, seeing for the first time just how diverse my fantasies really were. Being in this video was about fantasy fulfillment, and I saw that I had a shit ton of fantasies.
Next was a medical release form, so they could treat me or seek treatment if something untoward happened. 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 Angela, who had hovered nearby in order 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.
Angela called to Roger, telling him to get the equipment ready. Then she went to the storefront, and made copies of all the forms. She gave one copy of everything to me in a manila folder. It all seemed very businesslike, except for the fact that I was naked.
"Roger here is the director and cameraman," Angela 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 white levels and focus. "OK, we're rolling!" he announced. "Please state your name and age," he ordered.
I did, feeling like I was being interviewed. "Yes, I am doing this of my own volition," I answered to his question.
"OK, now Dennis, I want you to sit on the toilet, lean back, and masturbate," Roger said. "Angela, 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 flaccid, but watching Angela's ass sashay across the room, I was beginning to grow hard.
Angela returned, holding a big enema bottle, and a tube of lubricant. Roger told me to give myself an enema. Angela hung the bottle from the IV stand, and handed me the lube. Mortally embarrassed, I was nonetheless a little 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. It felt strange but also kind of nice.
"I think he likes it Angela," Roger commented. The nozzle was apparently pressing against my prostate, because I was now rock hard.
"I think he does," she smiled. She licked her lips. "Angela, let's see how he eats pussy, OK?"
"Hold your water Dennis while I disrobe." I watched as this gorgeous woman who I barely knew removed her clothing. I also felt my guts begin to cramp, wanting to expel the liquid quickly.
Angela was wearing only some nearly-see-through panties and high heels. I was greatly excited as she moved towards me like a panther, lithe, supple and oh so fine. I could feel my cock pulse as she moved towards me. 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 velvety damp valley.
"Dennis, 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 Angela.
She looked down, noting my expelled water. "I'll refill," she said. I sat back, stroking my rock hard dick, amazed at how sexy it all was. Angela returned, and I filled up again, Angela turned her back to me bent over forwards putting her hands on the floor and backing her ass into my face which let me tongue her pussy from behind. This time, after checking that the expelled fluids were to her satisfaction she reported this to Roger.
Roger, meanwhile, had deserted his stationary camera, and had come in for close ups of my tongue inside Angela's pussy. I continued to lick her for some time, flicking my tongue over her clit and enjoying every second of it while feeling her getting wetter and wetter on my tongue. Finally, Roger was ready to move on to the next scene.
Angela pulled away from my face turned around smiling and reassuring me that I was doing great. She handed me some moist wipes which I used to clean my face and wipe my ass. Roger arranged the lights and cameras around a bedroom set, which was a queen sized bed with 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 since I first finger fucked Samantha at the drive in theatre while hoping to get a hand job oh so many years ago. This was fun!
"OK," he said, and the lights and cameras came on. "Action! Dennis, 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 down my throat
in one single stroke. I heard both Roger and Angela 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 silicone dick moved in and out. I was only vaguely aware that Roger was moving about, capturing close-ups 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.
"Angela," 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
less than a minute I had two fingers worked well up 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 placing it firmly against my well lubed balloon knot. I let out a deep moan as I pushed it deep into my asshole. 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 before I withdrew it and picked up the next bigger dildo and brought it to my mouth.
This toy was 8" long and 1.5" across. This one required a little effort to swallow, but apparently less than
Angela and Roger anticipated. "Fuck me!," 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 pulled the dildo out of my throat and slowly pushed it into my as letting out a groan of both pain and pleasure as it filled me much more completely than the previous toy.
I wasn’t able to deepthroat the largest dildo, just Barely getting it into my mouth and touching the back of my throat. At 9" it was way too long for comfort and much too girthy to fit down my throat. Nevertheless I was determined to force as much of it as I could into my mouth. This monster cock had big fake balls which made it easy to grip and pump my face with while saliva dripped off my chin. As I facefucked myself I had to use both hands since it was so massive.
Angela moved closer and began to push the medium dildo back into my ass. Once it was in up to the balls she began to fuck me with it.It felt wonderful being passively fucked and not having to use my own hands to do work it in and out.
I love using dildos on my ass, and I can give myself some pleasure with them. But the truth is that most of the fun is lost when you have to do it yourself. You are able to anticipate your every move; there is no surprise. In effect you are jerking yourself off only you’re using a rubber cock to do it.
With Angela fucking my ass with the toy I couldn't predict what she'd do next. Whether it was a slow stroke, a fast plunge, deep,shallow, or maybe even a corkscrew. It felt absolutely amazing to be able to receive the pleasure when it was someone else doing the driving.
"Use the last one Dennis," Roger called from close by. He was kneeling again, ready to capture my reaction to
the penetration.
"Angela, go get your dick on," he said, peering intently through the viewfinder.
I pulled the monster cock out of my mouth positioned the huge apple sized head at my well lubed asshole, and gasped as I could almost hear an audible “POP” as it burst in through my sphincter. I felt each thick vein of this monstrous toy as it stretched my distended asshole and forced it’s girth ever more deeply into my anal cavity. Roger videoed my anal tissue clinging to the monster as I pulled it in and out.
Then Roger moved the camera up quickly to my face in order to capture my facial expression, which I barely noticed. I honestly couldn't focus on him, my eyes glazed over with pleasure.
"That sure is a big dick," he said. "Leave it in, but suck Angela's cock." I blinked, trying to clear my eyes.
I saw Angela standing next to the bed. A long very thick but exquisitely smooth dildo extending from her loins. She was wearing a very strong looking black leather harness with bright silver buckles. I scooted over to her, and looked up at her as I took her enormous dick into my mouth. As she slowly rocked her hips to encourage my bobbing. I closed my eyes focusing on my reactions.
My senses were alive! My ass was throbbing with pleasure, anticipation and need. My asshole was being stretched beyond belief and my innards were stuffed well beyond full. My cock was rock hard, and I could feel precum on my belly as it dripped off of my aching cock. I could even feel how hard my nipples were without even touching them. It was a totally sensual experience.
Roger let us go on for a bit, filming me cocksucking the enormous rubber phallus while the other giant was still firmly plugged into my asshole.
After a couple of minutes Roger had me get on my hands and knees, ass facing towards the cameras. Angela removed the fat dildo, revealing my gaping opening to the camera’s lense. Then she put in three fingers of each each hand on either side of my slowly closing asshole to pull me wide open again, which made me groan loudly once more.
When Roger had enough shots of my distended asshole he had Angela fuck me. Oh boy, did she ever fuck me!
Angela knew exactly what she was doing and it felt great! Her thrusts were deep and commanding, her hips smacking against my cheeks as I felt the huge silicone balls of the toy slap against my own. I felt her strong hands grip my hip bones firmly as she slammed into me again and again. She was holding me in a way that she could put her weight into it and thrust into me ever harder. Angela was truly a fucking athlete!
Roger had us roll over so that I was now on my back with my ass at the edge of the bed. "Now, feel free to cum," he smiled. I smiled back, especially since Angela pulled me closer to the edge of the bed she put my legs up onto her shoulders and gripped the front of my thighs so that she could stand up and do me even deeper. To my surprise, she gripped my cock with one hand and began to jack it up and down my shaft as I dug into the mattress to hold myself back while she drove her cock into me. Very soon her hand was well lubricated with my ample precum and she jacked me like her hand was a tight virgin pussy. What a sensation!
My ass was being filled by a woman who knew very well how to fuck like a stallion. At the same time my cock felt like I was fucking someone as well. I didn't, couldn’t last long!
I felt my asshole begin to clench around the dildo hammering in and out, my balls began to tighten up and my cock began to pulse as thick streams of cum began to jet out in an arc up over my chest and even hitting the bottom of my chin! My eyes felt like they were rolling back into my head with Angela continuing to jackhammer my ass with the dildo, my orgasm was long and intense to say the least. To put it mildly I had a full body orgasm something I could have never imagined before today. No doubt the whole horny situation fed into the orgasm as well. I'd had plenty of good orgasms before but nothing like this! My asshole was convulsing around the huge cock as I came, making my orgasm ever so much more incredible. I the spurts slowed to a dribble the overflowed Angela’s tightly grasping hand and ran onto my belly.
When I finallystopped spurting and I could once again focus on her, Angela got a strange look on her face.
Then she pulled my thighs tight against her stomach and began to pump away.
It was all I could do to bear it since being fucked hard immediately after an orgasm is not all that pleasurable. I got a mental stroke from watching her flushed face while she ramped up into her own orgasm. Angela’s face seemed to glow, and I saw her nipples pucker up tight and become extremely hard. Angela as she approached her peak was gloriously beautiful. I watched her whole body began to tremble as she reached her peak, then she went over the edge with a shriek and came. She rocked her clit back and forth on the strapon harness as she exploded which made the silicone cock jump and tremble in my ass in the strangest way.
"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 abrupt withdrawal left me feeling completely empty then an abrupt chill as the cool air in the room suddenly entered my widely distended anus.
Then, to my great surprise and pleasure, she crawled over my body and planted her muff on my mouth. Holy shit, she was wet in fact she was absolutely dripping wet. She ground her pussy hard over my mouth as I desperately sucked away at it, lapping away at the copious juices. Angela grabbed my hair, and ground herself onto me, not stopping until she came again in several more violent convulsions at which point she collapsed forward onto my body with her face landing on my now flaccid cock.
Angela was done, my face felt totally sticky, covered with both Angela's juices and my own overheated sweat.
"That was great," Roger abruptly interjected. Angela slowly pushed herself up off of me and looked towards the video monitor I also looked to see that he had been recording with one hand while apparently the other had been busy stroking his nice sized cock. "Angela, 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 I guess but I never have before," I said. I had serious butterflies in my stomach at the prospect and to honest even felt a little queasy but Roger didn't give me time to think about it much less back out. Roger took my head in his hands and put his dick to my lips. Like the little slut I am, I opened my mouth almost on instinct and he slid his dick in. After that, it was like being on autopilot after all the years of sucking my wife’s dildos while she wasn’t at home.
Having a real dick in my mouth was familiar, but somehow it was 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 soon discovered a live cock is much different than a dildo. It is hot, and it throbs as blood flows through it. It has a taste that is different though not altogether unpleasant. Unlike a dildo it emits precum, and eventually even semen.
Like the dildo wielded by Angela, a live cock moves on its own in concert with my movements. But most of all, a live cock gives you feedback. The owner moans when you do it right, and Roger was definitely encouraging me. Giving head I decided was far better than sucking a dildo.
Roger and I were both moaning when he came. Even after years of considering what a spurting cock might feel
like in my mouth I was still surprised when he finally got his rocks off. I could feel his cock swell in my mouth as he approached his orgasm and I could feel it jump and pulse in his mouth as his orgasm hit and the cum poured through it. Then in an instant cum burst into my mouth with terrific force hitting the back of my throat making me gag a bit and bursting past my lips tightly pursed around Roger’s cock it spilled own my chin dripping onto my chest.
"Pull out Roger, let me see," Angela said. He did, and I left my mouth open and tongue hanging out as he squirted again and again. I’ve read that a man typically ejaculates no more than a teaspoon but I suspect the intensity of watching his wife fuck the shit out of me and maybe not getting any for a while left him backed up. In any event I swear he blew at least half a cup if not more. Most of the blast was in my mouth, but as he pulled out before he finished spurting a few stray globs hit my face.
As I had caught most of the semen in my mouth I gripped Roger’s hips and pulled his cock back into my mouth before he softened, spreading the cum sloppily over his shaft with my tongue as I pulled him back in so that it was visible to the camera. Then I spent a minute or so cleaning and re-covering his cock with cum just before I swallowed the bulk of his load. I actually laughed when Angela commented, "shit, that is really nasty". Roger laughed with me, and
backed away from the bed.
"Look at his erection," Angela said, swinging the camera to my once again rock hard dick. In a very 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.
Within a minute or two while I was still in lust from the recent unbelievable fucking I had just experienced I once again blasted 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 Angela took the SD cards out of the mounted cameras and loaded them into a nearby PC. Then they put the SD card from the handheld camera into a laptop. After we all took a few minutes to recover, we all reviewed what Roger and Angela had recorded. It was utterly surreal to see myself on the screen. To see my reactions as the events unfolded. Yes, it was surreal but to me it looked really hot as well.
Evidently Roger and Angela thought so too, because she got down on her hands and knees and Roger fucked her doggy style as they both watched the playback. I definitely 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, Angela said "sure, if you want to." I crawled behind her and began tonguing the creampie out of her freshly fucked hole. Roger laughed a little, saying we should have done that on video. Angela soon came again, ejecting her own hot cream into my mouth along with Roger’s ejaculate. It was ll in all 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 some trepidation.
"How much longer are you in Kansas City?" 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 to naught," Angela 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 Angela's mouths fell open.
"Why didn't we ever think of that?" Roger said. "Brilliant," Angela said.
I laughed, pleased at the compliment. Then a thought occurred to me. "I suppose the video store owner will
get his bounty after all?"
Angela 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 twenty." I crawled over, thinking that I would try to earn him a fifty.
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