It was Meryl. Nobody else had a key to my place. I wanted to get up, when I tried, it felt like my head would split open. I wondered how long I had been out. Really wanted to pull the covers over myself when I heard her voice.
"Hey baby, what're you up to?"
I opened one eye, looked toward the voice. Meryl was in the doorway of the bedroom. Leaning against the jam, arms folded under her tits, pushing them up. Painted on jeans, man's spaghetti strap t-shirt, five sizes too small. She looked beautiful but the crooked smile was more knowing than beguiling.
"I do not know how, nor do I pretend to think I will be able to explain where I've been, what happened, explain the last twelve hours. I mean, look at me, I hope I don't look like I feel BUT if you think I look bad, I feel ten times worse."
" It's OK," she said as she crossed the room and lay beside me.
"Meryl, you would not believe what happened to me. I did some crazy things. Allowed myself to be put in a position, a very compromising one, under the influence of who knows what, that I will regret for my life time and it's all on film."
"I know. I have a copy of your performance."
"WHAT!?"
"It's great. It's every fantasy you ever had come true."
"What the fuck are you talking about?"
"You mean to tell me after all the trouble I, we, went through, you regret this whole thing?"
"Start talking and make it fast."
"Your childhood friend's wife and I were here about three months ago. We were picking up some things for her husband from your storage bin downstairs. Snooping, we found your journal of fantasy, read it. Found it to be very erotic. Decided we would help you live those fantasies. Set the whole thing in motion. You're not pleased?"
"Meryl. Those boxes of fantasy journals as you call them - belonged to the guy who lived in this apartment before me."

 

THE END ........................................

....................... ya know, be careful what ya wish for. :~0!!!!!!!!!

 

The Story Behind The Story

I explained to an xnxx personality, how my attention to detail got me invited to be a guest on an adult film shoot. Initially I went myself, the second day I brought the wife. If you want more background on this, I could provide it but I'm really only posting this for one, maybe two persons. They already have the background. When I posted Deceit Degradation the Depths of Despair I called both June and Buttons(pseudonyms obviously), sent them the links, both said I haven't lost my flair. June came over to the house to deliver that message, she lives about three blocks away, lo all these years later, the four of us are still good friends. I'll send them the links to this, see how well our memories serve us.


For three days the wife was busy, busy, busy. I had seen her like this before, latching on to something, obsessing, working real hard to make this or any of the other endeavors, successful, as close to perfect as anything could be. Tuesday when I got home from work she was waiting for me, sitting at the kitchen table, piles of papers, folders, pens, pencils, markers and her portfolio case, all laid out on the table. Large bottle of wine, large wine glass. Wine ew. I grabbed a beer from the fridge, sat down, lit a smoke and asked if she was going to let me in on the specifics of her new scheme. She got up, waltzed over to me with an envelope and said Yep. I started to remove the contents but she stopped me. First, she said, you need to call work and tell them you're taking some of that personal time you have, starting tomorrow, Wednesday and that you'll be back to work the Monday after your 13th work day off. 2nd, you're starting the diet outlined on the first page of your contract. Huh? I thought but said nothing as I removed the contract from the envelope. I thought it was funny. Contract? I did not laugh because I knew she was serious, intent and this was important to her. Besides, on the way home Saturday night I had agreed to go along with this film making idea of hers. I could hear Buttons laughing all the way from CA. Diet: All the water and beer I could drink. All the celery I could eat. For the next 14 to 19 days. Two laxative tablets every four hours around the clock until Friday. Whoa. Next paragraph, stop weight resistance training. We need to give you a softer look. Next paragraph, complete body hair removal and shorter hair cut. I've always worn my hair cut short but the wife wanted my Summer cut even shorter. With that, the wife said lets get started and off to the bathroom we went, proceeded to use chemicals, razors, anything that removed hair, next thing I know, I'm a Mexican Hairless. Basically. Felt kind of strange. Sort of cool too. You have to remember, this was 1998. We were the first people on our block to have a PC in our home, DVD technology had only been around for 3 or 4 years BUT just like the adult entertainment industry made VHS recording/playing a success, it was the driving force behind the Internet and DVDs. Porns popularity drove down costs, made all these technologies available to everyone. Thank you porn industry. Oh yeah, the hairless thing, was about unheard of and wasn't bad until the wife plucked my eyebrows! OW! Cross dressing, transgender, gay(except girl on girl), auto erotic, bdsm, amateur(no pay for filmed sex acts, could collect royalties from sale of videotape), all that was still sort of underground. Which is why the wife, after talking to Buttons, decided on the direction our film making career would take. ha ha

The wife was ready to get right to work. She handed me a robe and said follow me to our film studio. I was hungry. Had some celery and a beer. To the basement we went. We have a full, 8 foot ceiling basement, not finished but we had some things down there including the PC, a TV, work spaces for us, lots of my tools, freezer, washer, dryer and the like. Well, the wife had been very, very busy down here, setting up two areas to film in, like stage sets. She really did a nice job. I was impressed. The wife explained, each area was divided into quarters so you could film, using two cameras from two angles and it would not look like the same room. Buttons taught her that. hmmmmm Forget that for now she said. I have your first outfit laid out ready to go but first we put this on. It was a cock and ball cinch, with a wide strap to pull down my balls, thin one to separate them and a thin one on top to encircle both cock and balls. She had me in it in a hurry, little tight but felt good. Took my hand, dragged me to a stool in front of a lighted mirror, began applying my face. I was curious about the rack of women's clothes, pile of shoes and boots, packages of lingerie, stockings, medieval looking corset waist cincher, Styrofoam heads with wigs on them and before I could get the question out .......... The wife said, some of the clothes I borrowed from Joan(big gal), some I bought at Good Will, still had their retail tags, stockings and stuff bought at Frederick's in the mall, inexpensive from the discount bin, the sports bras at Acme Sporting Goods, bird seed at the hardware store, condoms at the pharmacy ........................... OK, OK, and I know the video camera on the tripod is ours ............... she interrupted me, saying the other camera she borrowed from her brother, the tripod from ....................... It took some time for her to get my face the way she wanted. Next came the corset, which looked like it was a tie type but that was fake, belt like straps and snaps. She got me in there pretty tight, hard to take a good breath but she said I was going to have a wasp like waist if it killed me. After a few days of celery, water and the laxative, I'd be fine. Stockings, panties then she opened the condoms, took one out, told me to hold it open and poured in bird seed. Filled it right up. Opened another one, same thing. Compared them for equal size, added a little to one, told me to tie them off. Opened the three pack sports bra, tossed one at me, I put it on, in went the bird seed filled condoms and WOW I have a rather large, wiggle like they're real, rack! These will do until I catch up with this friend of mine who has several sets of breast forms, the wife mumbled. See if these fit as she tossed me a pair of open toed, high heeled sandals and get into this black dress - step into it, don't try and pull it over your head, you'll wreck my makeup job. Never thought about it like that. Dog collar. Jewelry. Short brunette wig. Last were the impress nails then the wife lead me to the full length mirror leaning against the wall ........
THAT'S ME? You look better than my best expectations the wife laughed. I was sort of in shock. In less than an hour I'm a great looking middle age woman? Hey, hey I could hear the wife, pay attention, there will be plenty of time to fall in love with yourself over the next two weeks. I want to shoot this first scene and I want to do it in one take. Nothing new here except you being a woman. We both started laughing. Me more nervously than her.

The wife's best friend had gotten us into watching porn, European porn. At that time, you saw their stuff, that's all you wanted. American porn seemed tame. As soon as the wife got started with the hair removal and cross dressing thing, I knew where she wanted me to take my cue from. I was as ready as I would ever be ......................

I swished across the set which was set up to look like a sort of waiting room. Put my bag on the chair, bending over too far, showing my nice but a little flat ass. A mirror on the wall got my attention and I checked my look, dabbing a finger at the corners of my mouth, fix my lip stick. The wife, behind camera one, laughed and said, You are a complete fag, guess you're going to make me work on sound editing. I turned and sat, crossing my legs very lady like. Looked around, checked the magazines on the table next to my chair. Oh, look a TV remote. Power, push, the TV lit up. The wife had cued a porn video to two beautiful women undressing each other then kissing, then caressing, then .................. I began to kneed my bird seed tits, intent on the TV. Ran my hands over myself, uncrossed my legs and ran my hands over my crotch, then back my tits. The women on the TV were getting into some light bondage, light spanking, alternate pussy licking. The one produced a small cat of nine tail as the other knelt, leaned forward, offered up her ass. I was squeezing the bird seed and moaning, got up, looked at the other chair, did a scamper to it. First I picked up the slapper, gave it a curious look. Next the cat, finally the paddle. I cracked it in my open palm, shook it checking for sturdy, smelled it, ahhh, kissed it, stuck out my tongue and pulled it the length, ran it over, tapped my tits with it, ran it over my ass, gave each cheek a sweet swat. I used a foot to move the ottoman directly in front of the TV, knelt down and across it. CUT! The wife yelled, startling me. I know, I said, you need to move the cameras. Which she quickly did. One between me and the TV, one directly behind. Action, she whispered. I ran the paddle across my ass, smacked each cheek twice. I clenched it in my teeth, reached back and hiked up the dress, pulled my panties down. Ran the edge up and down the crack of my ass a few times, then licked the edge. Swatted each cheek once. Oh, so nice. My right hand moved to play with my asshole, I sucked and wet my fingers, then stuck the first digit of each into my asshole. Took a few more whacks at my ass cheeks with my left, while I sucked my rights fingers, then rubbed at and pushed them one by one into my asshole. I was really getting hot and my cinched up cock and balls were struggling, pinned under my weight to the ottoman, needing some space to get hard. I stood and thankfully the wife bought those one size fits all, stretchy panties or I would have tripped myself. My cock sprung to life even though the blood flow was restricted. I tossed the paddle, grabbed the cat, assumed the position and repeated the light whipping, asshole playing, finger sucking. All over again with the slapper. I could not take it any more. Jumped up got in the chair leaned back and began stroking my cock. The wife yelled NO! CUT! I stopped. Save the money shot till we shoot the next scene, which will be you, really laying on some licks to yourself, your ass, your cock, balls, we'll lube your asshole a bit so you can get your fingers up there and hope you don't leave behind any press on nails. That was beautiful. We'll take a break, change your costume and resume. Yeah, after I have some celery, couple of beers and I feel like I'm going to be spending some time in the bathroom. OK, the wife said, when you hit the bathroom give me a yell, one or two of those enemas will help you lose a few pounds. I'll bet, I groaned.

Back in the basement I'm suiting up. Crotchless panties, fishnets with their own garter, waist cinch, cock and ball ring - leather 3 snap type the wife made sure the 3 chrome tops were evenly spaced over the top of my cock, more bird seed which burst one of the condoms, ha ha ha, dog collar, wrist restraints, knee high vinyl high heeled boots, all black, silver jewelry - including a clip on piece to the skin tag at the crotch end of my asshole. Left over from colo-rectal surgery I had. The doctor told me she'd remove it 6 weeks after my surgery but I grew to like it, playing with it, when you rubbed it, it grew. Must have had a nerve ending in it, felt nice when it was fingered, pinched or licked and sucked. The wife touched up my make up, added long false eyelashes, handed me a ball gag, did my lips very red, put a long, straight auburn wig on my head. The wife set the cameras, turned on my klieg work lamps, gave me the word. This 1/4 of the set had our exercise equipment and machine, an S curved Andrew Loyd Wright recliner, pie/triangle shaped, lean on it while sitting on the floor to watch TV piece of furniture. You know the kind, two of them, fit together in a square for storage. I swished around the set checking what was laying around, bending over a lot, which set the wife to laughing, calling me a homo, a slut. I picked up the chain link, choke dog collar, wrapped it around my cock and balls, pulled on my cock, then placed it right behind the head of my cock and choked it up - tight, could feel it pinching. Attached a dog lead/leash to it, hooked the hand loop through the leg of our exercise machine and backed away, stretching my cock to its flexible limit, making the choke collar click, click, click tighter, digging into my flesh. I forgot to put the cat, paddle and slapper within reach, the wife helped. Took the slapper and gave my cock's shaft, top and bottom, some good slaps, then I nailed the pinched off head once, hard. Thought I was going to faint, knew I better not, rip my dick off, knees buckled a little and I shuffled forward. Slapped at my balls just as hard causing me to go breathless, moan, gasp for air. I tossed the slapper, picked up the paddle, shuffled back to my original spot, I looked down, trying to say Oh my, the wife said hold that, as she went to the camera in front and zoomed in on the two growing blood blisters crossing the vein on the top of my cock. Be careful, the wife laughed, we want marks but not permanent damage. I was getting lost in the delicious, exquisite, self inflicted agony. Spread my legs and bent over, the crack of the first hit to my right ass cheek was loud, to the left even louder. I could feel the blood rushing to each spot, the heat felt like fire. I rubbed the paddle back and forth across my hanging balls, tap, tap, tap then whack! Nausea. I groaned. In quick succession, real sharp blows to each cheek and the crack of my ass. It felt like I was glowing, on fire. I tried to say water, wet to the wife. The wife knew what I wanted, I tossed the paddle, straightened up, then very carefully raised a leg over the leash, reversing my position, pulling my cock between my legs. The wife tossed the now wet paddle in front of me. I spread my legs and slowly, very slowly, bent over and picked it up. Try it sometime, wet the paddle, the sound is deafening, the sting is almost unbearable. I straightened up, swung my leg back over the leash, made sure the wife still had the front camera zoomed in then gingerly loosened the choke collar. Grabbed the base of my cock and squeezed, three spots on the head of my cock slowly produced single droplets of blood. I pulled forward, each droplet turned to two then three ........... I picked up the cat, went to the S chair, laid in it, spread my legs over the sides, dipped the tips of the cat to the rivulets on the head of my cock, stroked the cat over my legs, then snapped it to. I could not see but felt each laying on of the cat was raising blood spattered purple marks where ever it landed. I was so hot, threw the cat to the side and began stroking my cock. Needed to unsnap the ring and did, tossing it. I was yelling I'm coming but the gag made it sound like growling. A thick, bright white ribbon of cum leaped from my cock, once, twice, three times. My position on the chair and my aim had it all fall towards me, across the corset, between my bird seed tits, to my neck, some hitting my chin, the ball gag, my nose, forehead, into my wig. Shit, I heard the wife say, those fucking wigs are borrowed. I paused, let go of my cock, let it twitch, jump as it shriveled. I reached back and loosened the ball gag, letting it fall to my neck. I ran my fingers through my cum, carefully scooping it up, sucking or letting it drip into my mouth. Staring into the camera I could only guess if I got all or most of it. I looked at the wife, she nodded. Swung my leg over the S chair, unsteadily stood. It took the wife what seemed like eternity to reset the one camera. I kneeled, spread my legs, leaned over the end of the chair, dribbled some cum into my hand, reached back and smeared it around my asshole, dribbled more, this time shoving my fingers into my asshole. Let the rest of the cum saliva mix drain into my hands, rubbed them across the cheeks of my ass. Finger my asshole with each finger of my right hand, shoved them into my mouth and sucked as I finger my asshole with each finger of the left. Switched. Auto erotic, cum covered finger sucking, ATM. Is that enough? I finally asked the wife. I'm sorry, she said. I looked in the direction of her voice. The wife had her slacks and panties off, her whole hand shoved up her skunt. I was hurting, a good, glowing sort of pain but I wanted out of the costume and into a hot shower. Have some celery, a beer, then take a nap. I knew there was more to come, more to be done.

 

The Story Behind The Story

I woke up from my nap, thought, it's still daylight. Oh shit. Lets see, home from work, hair thing, two scenes on tape, it could still be daylight. I rolled out of bed, ouch, everything kind of hurt. Padded over to the bathroom to piss. Is that you? I heard the wife say. It's about fucking time. uh huh I thought. Get the fuck down here, call work, make sure they got your message, hurry up before your breakfast gets cold. I could hear the wife laughing. Breakfast? A gallon jug of water, 5 or 6 celery stalks, two laxative tabs and a small gray cardboard box. I sat. It hurt. The wife was pouring over her pile of papers. Here, the wife said, standing and stepping to my side. The wife took the box opened it and poured the contents on the table. Looked to be about 20 black capsules. Phentermine, the wife said, from Cindy's diet doctor. Will kill your appetite, pick you up a little, shrivel your dick a bit but only until you get it hard. Wonderful, I thought, let's make my dick smaller ..............................

The wife was some kind of set making genius using what we had available around the house. Also had a flair for setting up the second scene and shot with the first. I'm costumed, very conservatively, walk into the set, sit at the desk, put on glasses, begin leafing through the papers I brought with me. I had dialog, hmmm job application, lets see name? address? phone? sex? Of course. I looked to my right, covered my mouth, gasped oh my. I stood, looking around, I wondered aloud, Is this part of the job interview? Walked stage right. Sticking out through three holes in the wall were three cocks, dildos really, life like, flesh colored, average sized, stiff ones, with balls. I bent down, peering over my glasses at each one, then touching, making them bob up and down, giggling. Scampered back to the desk, began scanning the papers. Here it is, I said, suck cocks protruding from wall. I knelt in front of the first one, kissing the head, licking at it, taking it into my mouth. Hold that, the wife said. The wife placed one camera for a shot from above, the second from the side. I sucked cock, stroked cock, ran my tongue and lips up and down the shaft, stroked them, sucked the balls, squeezed my bird seed tits while shoving my head forward taking the whole length in my mouth, hold, pull back abruptly, let the saliva spill from my mouth. I did each one the same way. Returned to the middle cock, took the ones on either side in each hand and stroked. Hold that, the wife said as she went and adjusted the top shot camera to wide angle. I improvised some dialog. hmmmm, a cock in each hand, one in my mouth. You are such a slut, said the wife, I may need to turn you out when we wrap. To finish I hiked up my skirt and rubbed each cock between my legs, front, then turned around, back. I kept the skirt down covering my dick and when I turned, half my ass, keep it mysterious. What wasn't a mystery to me was my raging hard on and the urge to grab my dick, pull it until I had an orgasm. Soon enough. CUT! And we break for 10, smoke 'em if you got 'em, the wife laughed, You're a natural and you're a homo. Only for you, I muttered, look at me, dressed up like a fag at Halloween, sucking dildos sticking out of the wall, getting a hard on to boot. Sick fucks we are.

I was dressed less conservatively when we took up shooting the second scene. No job application reading. Got right to sucking and stroking those dildos, tit squeezing, saliva drooling, ball sucking. My cock got hard in an instant, I stood before each dildo, put my cock on top of each and stroked them together. My, my, very homo like, the wife said. I laughed. I bent over and sucked each one again then turned and eased the first one up my ass. I had prepped for this. A few in and outs for each one, then I turned, bent over and sucked each one, taking them all the way in, sticking out my tongue to touch the balls. Fucked my ass with all three again, turned and put my cock to the dildos stroking. I wanted to do one more ATM but I was going to cum and I did. I aimed to hit the dildo, held my free hand underneath to catch my load. There seemed to be quite a bit of cum, I focused on getting it on the dildo and into my cupped hand. The orgasm was intense, I shuddered, quivered, got weak in the knees. Felt real nice. I poured some cum from my cupped hand into the hand I had jerked off with, then smeared it the dildo in front of me and the middle one, both hands with what was left onto the third one. Turned and hop, skipped, to the middle dildo, shoved my asshole onto it, right up to the hilt, I bucked back and forth a few times, pulled away, turned, bent over, into my mouth down to the hilt. Fucked and sucked the other two. Did a return ATM, MTA on each and slowly collapsed to the floor, exhausted. That looked like fun, the wife said. Exhausting, I replied, and these fucking high heels hurt my fucking feet.

The wife decided we needed to do an interview scene with me. No, I do not feel like I'm a woman trapped inside a mans body. I'm an actor, volunteering for a film company, following the directors directions to the letter. Of course it's sexually stimulating. No, I really don't like it in the ass. I understand you do though ................. and on and on, while I sat very ladylike, smoking a cigar, sipping whiskey straight up, no ice. The wife also decided we needed some stills to incorporate into the film except neither one of us had a clue as to how to transfer 35mm pics to tape. We spent a couple of hours changing my costumes, posing me, then making sure I stayed perfectly still while the wife ran the camera for a second or two. I had the rest of the day off. I needed to get the makeup, press on nails, toe nail polish off. Thought I'd soak in a steaming hot tub, shit! I'm turning into a woman. I never take baths. They're for women and fags. Promised myself I'd never tell a soul and deny, deny, deny if any of this wife insanity got out. The wife worked diligently editing and putting the film together in a final form. The wife also made a preview edition that would be taken to some critics(?), submitted for their viewing, get a decision on whether or not their film company would pay the wife's film company for the work and possibly commit to more. I was in the kitchen, having some celery when the wife popped upstairs. Bring the celery with you, keep eating, it works, the wife said, increases your payload in 24 hours and I have the film to prove it. I thought something like that happened, I told her, I felt it but wasn't sure. I could be imagining this but I also thought my cum tasted like celery. Wait till you see this, the wife intoned, unbelievable. Unbelievable was right. Scared me a little.

Even though I had a few whiskeys, I could not sleep that night, the wife like a baby, snoring like a truck driver. I went downstairs, channel surfed, the wife woke me. Wanted the weather on, the remote fell down between the cushion and the side of the chair. The wife handed me a very large mug of steaming hot coffee. I don't drink coffee. You do now, it's very sweet, lots of white processed sugar and heavy cream. It was sweet alright, nauseating. I'll keep going along, after all I do have a contract. I could hear the wife talking on the phone. After a few gulps of this coffee concoction, felt like I wanted to run around the block a few times. The wife came back into the room and told me that I had an appointment at 11AM. Explained that it was me who would bring the preview tape to the critics or judges or who fucking cares. Gave me good directions by giving me landmarks I knew well. It was about 9:30AM so I figured I'd shower, dress, have some celery, water and more of those black capsules. Going to take me about 15 - 20 minutes to get there so, no hurry now.

Left the house giving myself an extra 15 minutes. Had very specific instructions from the wife. Arrive, ask for June, take our camera with, play the tape from our camera, unplug their VCR, both TV and power, make sure there are no other VCRs attached to the TV, cables running out of the room, this is some great shit - seen others - don't want these fucks to steal it. hmmmmm, never thought about that, besides, I wasn't that impressed. I get there, park and since I'm 15 minutes early of course they are not open. This place is a retail outlet, tape exchange, adult entertainment store, tucked between a bar and a breakfast/lunch place in a strip mall. From the outside, you'd never know. A person parts the blinds. I'm here to see June, as I showed the boxed tape. Heard the locks turn, the door opens. It was some guy, said, go to the end of the hall. Typical retail outlet setup. Passed through three separate rooms, floor to ceiling xxx video tapes, one small closet like space stuffed with toys, adult sex toys. Enhance your sexual experience, experiment, live on the edge ............ a narrow hall and almost at the end of the building, an open door, somebody's office. I could hear all the people next door, eating, talking, glasses, flatware clinking. June was about my age, big, very big tits, t-shirt and jeans, no makeup, she was pretty in a horsey kind of way. Offered my hand, introduced myself. Nice to meet .......... chit chat. June introduced the two guys in the office with her. Shit stick and Fuck nut. What do you have for us? asked June. This, I said, and opened my camera's case, unplugged their VCR and everything the wife told me to do. Cautious aren't we? June spoke. I'm doing exactly what the owner of the film company told me to do, I said. That's OK, said June, I know Buttons, these two don't. I hit play.

The three of them were oooooing and ahhhhhing like this was fireworks on the 4th of July. Even had me stop, rewind, hit play. I watched myself, I think it was me, intently. As the preview was getting towards the stills, the interview, I warned them. They all chimed at once, Let it play, let it play. Fade to black. I unplugged my camera from their VCR, hit rewind. All three of them were talking at once, again. The pressing question was, Is that really you. Then either Shit stick or Fuck nut spoke, If the whole thing is half as good as the preview, you have a winner that will float to the top of the pile. There's just one more thing and we can seal the deal. I had been staring at the camera, listening to it rewind, I turned and much to my surprise Shit and Fuck had their trousers undone, unzipped, down to their knees. They were both sort of stroking, shaking, their flaccid, tremendous, long and thick cocks, in my general direction. And that would be?, I said. They looked at each other, sort of chuckled. That would be, you suck our cocks till they're good and hard, we put you on your back on the desk, head hanging over the side, we fuck your mouth, you suck our balls, we fuck your mouth until we cum down your throat, while June watches, said the one. Nah, I don't think so. I hit stop, unplugged the camera, tossed it in it's case, latched it and walked. I could not fucking believe what the trade off was. The wife's film making career, just ended, abruptly or so I hoped.

I took my time getting home. Pulled in the drive and was barely out of my vehicle when I heard the wife from the front door, Well, how'd we do? Our stuff make the grade? Are we in?. I grabbed the camera case and headed towards the overflowing with expectation wife standing in the open door. If you'll let me get in the house, I'll sit you down and tell you what happened. Oh no, said the wife, that tone and those directions are the ones you use with the kids when the parent/teacher conference hasn't gone well.

I calmly, coolly, told her exactly what happened. To my surprise she gave me this look. A look I've seen many times before. A look that said, this is not a problem, get back there and get to work. Oh fucking no, I said, no fucking way. You know I'm a 10%er and fucking proud of it. Do you know how far and fast I had to run. How furiously I had to fight to remain cock touching, cock sucking, cock sucked by another male free? A no cock but my own zone? You do, because I've told you. I told you how it happens. When you're a kid, the older guys in the neighborhood, en mass or individually molest you. When you're older, you get all these, Want to get blowed?, offers or Blow me? offers. Lots of guys, who's girlfriends won't suck their cocks, say fuck it, a warm wet mouth is a warm wet mouth. It's why I had to buy my own exercise equipment, machine too. You finish working out, head to the shower and there's 20 homos trying to make you. Do not try any, please honey or tears bullshit on me. No, n -fucking -o no! Besides, you should have seen the size of these things, there were security cameras and who knows how many cameras behind the walls. Yeah, they're looking for amateurs on video alright, amateur idiots who become porn stars of their making. I can see the video for rent at our local video store, 50 Straight Guys Tricked Into Sucking Cock Taking It In The Ass/Look For Your Neighbor! Not a fucking chance.

The wife then got a look of seriousness about her. She made a growling kind of noise, got up, went to the kitchen. I could hear her shuffling through her pile of papers, punching the pad on the phone. I thought to myself, Who the fuck is she calling, the Better Business Bureau? About 4 that afternoon the door bell rings. I open the door and who's standing there? June. May I come in? she asked. Sure, why not? HONEY! I yelled, June, you know, June from become an amateur porn star is here. I'm sure she wants to see you. I looked at June and we both started laughing. I am so sorry, June began ................. Save it for the wife. I'm feeling indifferent about the whole scheme right now. Seeing other men's cocks, in person, kind of makes me nauseous. I'm only a homo, like to see big hard cocks, when they are on my TV screen, you know, electronic transfer from a video tape. Between your tits, in your hands, stuffed in your cunt, jammed down your throat, shoved up your ass. Know what I'm talking about, June? Of course I do, June replied, I'll bring some of my screen work the next time I stop by. The wife entered the foyer. June and the wife greeted each other the same way Buttons and the wife greeted each other. Like long lost friends. I decided I'd leave them to their devices.

 

............. continued

I was out in the garage messing around with something when I heard the wife calling my name. Went in the house and presented myself. June will be going now, say see you later, the wife almost sang. Yeah, nice, bye, it's about fucking time, I offered. June laughed then complimented me on my work saying people think it's fun but it's hard, no pun intended. She threw in that she could not wait to see more. Is that likely? I asked. Oh yes it is, the wife chirped. I rolled my eyes, shook my head. Those two hugged and kissed each others cheeks. They walked hand in hand out the door, the wife escorting June to her car. I watched, Go ahead, kiss her again, only this time make it on the mouth, suck her tongue till her head caves in, I thought to myself. OK, the wife started, I called Buttons, who called June. No cock sucking for you and, she reached into the back pocket of her jeans, our first check! Surprised? Oh yeah. Two more weeks of ........................ I hate to say it but I wished a forest fire would engulf one of the kid's camps, they'd be sent home. Tomorrow. That did not happen. What happened was this, I became a real dildo whore. The first thing the wife did? Switched out to longer, thicker, more robust(her word) simulated cocks. I needed to practice getting them all the way down, 95% of the way up. On my hands and knees, on my back, on my side, squatting over, standing over. Remember I said the wife was a set making genius? I'll tell you what she came up with. Kiddie stools from old toys we had in storage. Those dildos would stick right to them and set the camera right, looked like the dildos were defying gravity. She had two chests of stainless steel drawers that were air tight, bug proof, where she stored wool, alpaca, silk, fur and any clothing, hers or the kids, that cost me an arm and a leg, was light, temperature or bug sensitive. You could open the bottom draw, put two legs of a stool on the inside edge of the draw, close it as far as it would and it was held securely in place. Stick one of these cocks to the stool and almost no amount of violent, back and forth bucking from me would dislodge it. My enthusiasm did cause some retakes, nothing the wife could not handle. One of the best shots was from above, me on my back, stool secured under the drawer, my legs in the air, supported by the open top drawer. In that position, was how I got one of those monsters up my ass so far I could feel the balls touching me. This was all good and I did see June again, she came by over the next three days to assist the wife with editing. She also came up to the bathroom to say Hi!, tell me how great the shots looked. I soaked in a tub of very hot water, with an ice bag, applying it to the rug, floor burns on my elbows and knees. Day four and the wife said we needed to get creative. I told her I had a few twists that I came up with soaking in the tub. First one? Condoms. I would put condoms on the dildos, wait, using my mouth. Then I would put on a condom for the money shot, carefully take it off, start to roll it up, squeeze my cum into my mouth, finish rolling the condom back up, put it in my mouth, put it on one of the dildos, MTA, ATM, sick fuck twist. The wife went crazy with glee! We shot that. Later that day, June went crazy with glee when she saw it. I confessed to both of them that the only reason I decided to do this after having that sick fuck thought was - my cum tasted like the coffee the wife had been making me drink. Cum, your own at least, doesn't taste very good if you ask me. WOW! Exclaimed the wife, that works too. Buttons told me about the celery and the coffee things. Yes they do work, June added. June, as promised brought some of her work. Rather interesting, the progression from female on female to her Euro stuff. The three of us were discussing each scene of the compilation like academics. I asked myself if maybe we were fucking insane, it's porn for crying out loud. I did ask about June's transition to hairless. The wife and I told her our friend introduced us to Euro porn two years ago, we started shaving after seeing our first bald cocks, cunts, assholes. June said, real serious like, That's the proof you're a child molester. Ah yes, I said, who's hairless? as I burst out laughing. June got the wife good, think about it, could have merit. June had a great sense of humor. June then told me that when she saw our tape the other day, knew we had been exposed to, took a cue from Euro porn. It's why she went there to make videos, you get paid more for taking it in the ass, then having it shoved down your throat. Paid more for BDSM, fetish work. We talked so much about what she, now we were doing, it became abstract. June said that was the trick, separation from your work. Talk, talk, talk, June stayed overnight, slept in one of the kid's rooms. Early to rise. The wife and June had bacon and eggs. I had the usual. We're sitting there and the wife says, Hey, I have an idea, how about self suck. My eyes widened, my mouth moved, WHAT!?, nothing came out. June, very nicely, very politely, started to explain that she thought I might need .................. What? A longer cock? I asked. It would be easy if my dick was the length of those dildos we're using now, right? 11&3/4 inches in length, 3&1/2 inches of girth at the base, balls the size of .........., yes, I measured them. But, fortunately or un, mine's not, I said sarcastically. The next thing I know, I'm all made up, wearing slutty hooker undergarments, my favorite, sitting on a chrome, high backed bar stool, that's perched precariously on top of 8 cinder blocks, 2 under each leg of the bar stool. I have a leash attached to the ring on my dog collar, it is snaked down under the bar stool seat, with the wife holding the loop. June is on my step ladder, she has a push broom, the bristle part wrapped in towels against my neck. The two of them begin, pulling, pushing, stretching me to the point. After several slow, steady down, ease ups, they're satisfied I'll be able to do it. I'm not so sure. June puts her video in the VCR, her Euro stuff is very hot. The wife sets up one camera straight on, above and behind the TV, the other so it's shot is up, directly below me, in front of the bar stool. She starts both, then positions herself in front of me arms resting on my legs, takes my cock and strokes it a little, covers it with her mouth, begins sucking it. My cock jumped. The wife pulled her head back and said, you'll have a tough enough time, June and I will try to keep you hard. After the edit, it'll look like a quickie self suck, like that's how you start your day. June had removed her jeans and panties, pushed her t-shirt up over those enormous tits, sat in a chair next to the TV, she began running her hands over her tits, her cunt, spread her legs and fingered herself. I was as hard as I would ever get. Only half my ass was on the bar stool, my heels were hooked over the rungs, spreading my legs, my arms back, hands holding on to stool back rungs, for dear life. The wife stopped sucking, gave my cock a good slap, went behind me and grabbed the leash. June stopped fingering herself, climbed the step ladder. Pull, push and to my astonishment a little bit more than the head of my cock was in my mouth, I sucked, moved my head back and forth about an inch, moved my head back, opened my mouth and licked and lapped at my own cock. Unbelievable! Now I know why we're envious of dogs. It was great, felt great, like no mouth on my cock had ever felt and it felt really, really, soft, smooth. Made me want to get the whole thing in. How's it going, the wife giggled. Mmmm. I felt the toweled broom go away from my neck. Then saw June, who had laid on the floor, on her back, and kind of wiggled her way forward for a peek. I winked at her, she laughed. You must see this live, June said, went out of view. The wife and June changed spots, June pulled the leash about an inch tighter, allowing me another 1/2 inch of my own cock. The wife wiggles into view, Oh, whoa, this is why we have penis envy June, we want our own cock to suck, the wife squealed in delight. We should have planned for the money sh .............. The words were not out of her mouth, when cum began flooding mine. My cock shriveled a bit, slipped out of my mouth, June let the leash go, I sat up, my cock jumped and a ribbon of cum slithered out, I swallowed, coffee, lots of sugar, heavy cream, I almost fell off the stool. CUT!, the wife yelled. The two of them were having a giggling fit. I dismounted the bar stool, lay on the floor, shuddered and shivered as my orgasm ended, more cum oozed from my cock. We'll be needing to shoot that again, different costuming, different money shots, I heard the wife, very business like, talking to June. Of course June will stick around to assist, I added sarcastically from the floor. We did, shoot me self sucking again that is. Later that day, two times the next day. June went home, to get a couple of changes of clothes, clean underwear, toothbrush, kind of moved in for a few days. Fun. We all had fun, except for the back and neck pain, not fun. I was soaking in the tub when it hit me. A few years back I received what I thought was the coolest gift in the at work Christmas Gift exchange. The wife thought it was shit. No matter, I jumped from the tub, ran past those two sitting at the dining room table, across the foyer, through the door under the stairwell, into the garage. Knew exactly where that gift was. Grabbed the box, turned and reversed my path. What the fuck are you doing? I heard the wife say as I passed them and rather than returning to my bath, went to the kitchen. Opened and dumped out the box, like new because I only used them once. I rinsed them off, ........... What are they? Ice cube trays. Ice cube trays that make ice cubes in the forms of bells, something that passes for a ribbon and balls - tree decorations! I had big plans for the balls, think round ice cubes. Opened the fridge, grabbed a container of heavy cream, poured, secured the top, put them in the freezer. It was June leaning on a kitchen table chair, We are really curious about what you're up to, so ............... she sort of purred. Nothing, I said innocently. OK, not nothing but I want it to be a surprise for you two. We're about shit out of auto-erotic sex acts, I thought of a nice sick fuck twist. The only thing we have left would be to add another person, then auto-erotic thing goes away, not sure how interested we'd be with an addition anyway. Well, said June, you must be reading our minds. How about we shoot my idea, then we'll discuss what ever you two schemers have come up with?, I asked. 'K, June said, A surprise? Well I certainly like surprises. Realized I was standing there dripping wet, buck naked, showing my soft dick to a woman who for all appearances, in her videos anyway, had a penchant for big hard dicks. Embarrassing. I returned to my bath, feeling fagly. A few hours later, Oh girls, where are you? They were still at the dining room table. Let's get started on this afternoons shoot. One thing, a piece of costume, would make this so much better. June?, I said. Tell me what you think you need, June replied. Black vinyl stockings? Nope, June said, would a one piece, garter, black rubber, set of leggings do? Oh yes it would! I'll be back in about half an hour. Guess we better get the rest of you ready, said the wife. With that June was out the door, the wife and I headed to costume/makeup central - the basement. I asked the wife if we had kept any of the sheets of black plexi glass we bought to put under our desk chairs, give you ease of movement. Yes, they're stacked somewhere down here. Great, get the one that's the least beat up, wipe it with Windex or something. The wife said she thought there were two unused pieces, she'd find them. June is back, not only with the leggings but also a matching halter type top. Ouch! You ever tried to get into rubber anything that was just a bit too small? We had to use mineral oil and Vaseline. I'd like the rainbow spike wig please. Those two laughed. I lay down on the S chair, stuffed my cock between my legs, rubbed, squeezed my bird seed tits. Rubbed and fingered the illusion of a cunt. Got up and grabbed the cat, lay over the bottom hump of the S chair, caressed then whipped my ass. Tossed the cat, spread my ass cheeks with both hands, showed my skin tag jewelry off. Fingered my asshole a few times, rolled over and began stroking my now hard cock. Stood and picked up the slapper, bent over ass toward the camera, slapped my ass cheeks, hard, the cracking sound made the wife or June go, oooooooohhhhhhhh. Turned and slapped my cock and balls several times. Grabbed a condom, ripped it open, popped it into my mouth, then I picked up the paddle. Gave those two a minute to move the cameras, bent over in front of a dildo sticking from the drawers, began sucking it, paddled my ass several times. Knelt, put the condom on the dildo with my mouth. I still can't believe you can do that, said June. Whew, I said as I stood, stop shooting, I'll be right back. I kicked off my heels and ran upstairs. .............. to be

 

continued ......... The Story Behind The Story

I scampered up the steps into the kitchen, directly to the fridge, opened the freezer, grabbed the tray. As I side stepped to the sink, banged the tray on the counter two times, gave it a twist, ran some water over it and set it down. I turned, took a step or two towards the end of the counter, reached for the cabinet handle - the window directly across from me looked out on to the front door alcove, the mailbox. There stood the mailman, frozen as those heavy cream ice cubes, mail in hand, reaching towards the box, eyes wide. I wiggle waved the fingers of the hand I was reaching with, pursed my lips in an oh my, brought my other hand up as if to cover my mouth, opened the cabinet, turned and grabbed a large glass bowl. When I turned my head to look back at the mailman, he was gone. I peeked out the window, the mail was on the stone. Oh shit, I thought, no matter, he'll convince himself he did not see what he saw, I hope. Dumped the glistening white ice cube balls into the bowl, headed back downstairs. Close your eyes gals, I said, don't open them until I say so. Across the basement to the freezer, opened the door, put the bowl in, removed two of the balls, closed the door. Pretty sure this will work the way I want it to, I thought to myself. One, then two ice cube balls went up my ass. Were they ever cold, brrrrr. Told those two to place a camera for a top down shot, the other for an angled up from behind. Telescoping tripods are beautiful. I lubed up the dildo, yelled ACTION!, said oh my, I hope the mailman didn't hear me. The wife and June were puzzled, perplexed. You may want to watch this from the top shot girls. I slipped on my heels, stood on the piece of plastic, backed my asshole up to the head of that dildo, wiggled my ass, took some in, wiggled, took in more, wiggled, took in about 7/8ths of it, sighed, moaned, oh that feels good. The ice cubes felt like they were in my chest. I moved back and forth, 3 or 4 inches in, 4 or 5 inches out, about 10 up my ass, out my ass strokes, then ............................ moaning, saying fuck that ass, stopping, groaning, I'M GOING TO CUM, squealing. I let the dildo slowly exit my asshole. The desired effect stunned the wife and June. I could feel the cold melted, white ball ice cubes draining from my asshole. I was bent over so I looked, a creamy white puddle formed from the direct stream from my asshole, rivulets of glistening white ooze ran down and over my rubber leggings. It was beautiful. Must have been so beautiful that it left those two almost speechless. Actually they were speechless, made noises but it was unintelligible. I think I'll have another, I said as I backed my asshole onto that bobbing dildo, reached back and stuck the head in, then bucked back and forth a few times. mmmmmmmmmm, here I cum again and I let it pop out. Those two were stuttering, stammering, gasping. I heard the wife, My cunt is flooding my underwear. I just came in my jeans said June. I could feel the ice balls had melted, shrunk considerably but I thought I'd try for one more, two pea sized pieces of ice were the last drips out from my third orgasm.

Did we ever have some fun with this. For me it was about the hottest sick fuck thing I had ever done. On tape it looked, as June described it, There are no words. The next 36 hours I made 5 trays, that's 5 dozen balls. I lapped it from the plastic. ATM, MTA, stroked my cum into it, lapped that. Did a DP by bringing the chest of drawers close together, reverse ATM, MTA. That was tough to get on tape because we needed top and bottom shots, only two cameras. Lots of stopping, starting, hold that. Told June it reminded me of when the wife and I were on the set with Buttons. June said I could not imagine, especially when these fags she worked with, were supposed to give up the money shot and they could not deliver. Yep, we had some real fun with my idea.

Now, I could write two books on the history behind our very old, very historic town. I still don't know why the wife chose to shoot outside. The background of the shot would be oh so identifiable to any tourist who ever toured our town, to anybody who lived within a hundred mile radius of our town and to our mailman. It was very cool though. Anyway it was the side of a building that was on a corner. The building burned in the 60's, it was to be bulldozed but somebody noticed that the wooden structure that burned was really a shell that had been built over a brick structure. On that brick wall were two painted advertisements. One for Coca-Cola, the other for Smyth's Headache Powder. Restored, they looked very cool. The street and walks had been restored to their 17th, 18th, 19th and 20th century splendor. Our town was incorporated in 1690. The restoration was a mix, cobble stone street/curb, flag stone walks, parking meters disguised as hitching posts, replica gas lamp posts with flickering electric bulbs. The street ran East to West and when the Sun started going down, really highlighted all the beautiful restoration work. It went like this ......................

The wife would shoot me coming from the West to stand on the corner, being sure to get all the ingredients of the restoration into the shot. While I waited on the corner, the wife would shoot June coming from the West and our meeting each other. June was crossed dressed which later would create the conflict of us, meeting, hooking up. Very Hollywood like. The wife was set up on the opposite corner to the side of our parked vehicle. June and I waited around the corner of the West end of the building. You look great, June said. Yeah, like a hooker past her prime. I just hope I don't trip and fall trying to walk in these fucking spike heeled sandals. Let's go, we heard the wife, the lights perfect, we don't have all night. I stepped out from around the corner and did my best cross dresser swish to the corner. Fumbled in my purse for a cigarette, lit it. I stood between the lamp and the hitch, hand on one hip, smoking with the other. From the corner of my eye I could see June. All of a sudden a car pulls down the street. Stops at the stop sign. It's four teens out driving around in Mommy's car. Hey lady, blow the four of us for $50? I smiled, How much money you really got? The negotiator got his buddies to cough it all up, $72 lady, How about it? How about I take your $72, then kick your fucking asses, boys? They spun the tires on Mommy's car. June had stopped, when the car stopped. She reached me about the time I flipped the cigarette in the direction the car went. What the fuck was that about? I put out my hand, very ladylike, said How very nice to meet you. June and I stood there for a minute saying, Peas and Carrots to each other, smiling, nodding our heads. June reached out and put her arm around my waist. I pushed it away and back shuffled towards the wall, she stepped with me. I was inches from the wall, June put her hands on either side of me against the wall, pressed herself to me, then put her lips to mine. I had not kissed another woman since I could not remember when. This was scripted but I was feeling light headed. I remained passive, gave her the dead fish reaction. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, swirling around my tongue, darting back and forth, each time deeper into my mouth. I could feel the pressure from her hands on my bird seed tits, the friction of the condom on my nipples. June slowly pulled back her tongue sucking lightly at my mouth, coaxing my tongue into her's, she bit lightly at the tip as it crossed her teeth. She sucked lightly at my lower then upper lip, biting each. This was too much, I groaned and kissed back. mmmmmmm, I knew you'd like this part, whispered June. Do I ever, I thought, kissing a relative stranger. The wife and I hadn't kissed like this in a long time, I mean we routinely kissed, sucked, bit each others various body parts but making out? Like this? No, not for quite a while. June pressed against me with more force, she reached up under my very short skirt, grabbed onto and started stroking my hard dick. You really do like this, she laughed, that thing will poke through your skirt when we cross the street. Let's go, to quote your wife, June smiled, chuckled as she took my hand and we started across the street to the vehicle. We went to the drivers side, doing the Peas and Carrots banter. June opened the door and I made to slide in. CUT! That was fucking beautiful. What in the world did those kids want? asked the wife. I'll explain on the way home. May we leave before the mailman drives down the street, recognizes the vehicle, me? Those two got hysterical. I opened the back door and lay down on the seat. Get me home and this car into the garage an hour ago. I told those two about the kids in the car. They laughed until they had tears in their eyes. June explained it this way, Look at yourself, long curly platinum hair, too much makeup, too much jewelry, enormous tits, silk shirt with two buttons buttoned, collar, cuffs and the other six unbuttoned spaces flying every direction exposing skin when you moved, took a breath, skirt so short that if your ass wasn't flat would have half your ass sticking out, been skin showing between the bottom of the skirt and the tops of those Cuban style stockings, the glittering bag with matching spiked heeled sandals, it's a wonder they didn't offer you $10 for the four of them. the wife and June went on another laughing jag. When they stopped, the wife said, Remember this, before the restoration started, that corner was in the middle of the combat zone. They probably thought you were a confused old whore back at her old spot. Oh, they really got to laughing over that one. I lay on the back seat, absorbing the jokes at my expense, thinking, a couple of more days, this will be over and kissing June..

Mean while, back at the farm, down in the basement, the three of us were back to all business. The set was a highbacked chair in the middle of a room, with one of the stainless steel set of drawers turned long ways so the chair faced the end. The wife said, Action. Off screen June's dialog started with, Follow me my Dear. We entered the set from stage right, June had me by the hand, pulling me along as if I was a little uncooperative. She yanked my arm and stood me in front of the chair, put both hands on my shoulders, pushed me down. She took off her cap, shook out her hair, removed her suit jacket tossed it aside. The she said, Do I look washed out? Check through the lens. Need more makeup? The wife answered no, looks perfect. Then June looked at me saying, Before I show you what I have for you my beautiful corner hugging slut, you will need to do what comes natural when I ........... and she took the two steps over to the chest of drawers, turned around, undid her belt, unbuttoned, unzipped her trousers, let them fall to her ankles. She pulled up her shirt, leaned over the drawer and as she pointed to the crack of her ass with one hand, stepped one leg out of the trouser leg, spread them. I stood and took the one and 1/2 step to her, knelt down, began kissing, licking and sucking at Junes asshole. I heard the wife climb on to the drawer, make sure the camera shot from the top was good. This was one of the scripted parts they left out. It's not like I never ate the wife's ass, first time we saw it, tried it. She loved it, not very enthusiastic reciprocating but I did not care. It was the same with lots of the twisted fuck shit we tried. I loved a good beating, she hated getting but liked giving. Although she did like to be bound and then have me suck her cunt, then fuck her, then fuck her pussy with a dildo, while I fucked her ass. I really liked playing role reversal, drug slut sucks cock, takes it in the ass, I almost had to beg her to strap on. June was moaning, making gurgling noises and each time I tongue fucked her asshole, she got on her tip toes, quivered, shuddered. Suddenly June shoved her ass back, pushing my head away, turning, grabbing me by the throat, pulling up, clamping her mouth over mine. Just like that she stopped. June said something to the wife that I could not quite hear through the fog, heat. They were chattering away, I sat in the chair tried to pull myself together. June busied herself with the harness the wife had handed her. It took both of them to finally get it the way June wanted. The wife came over to me, put one of those sleep blindfolds over my eyes, did some work on my makeup. I could hear the cameras being set, then the soft whir of them running. Felt a hand under my left arm pit, lifting me. OK, my dear, you want to be a woman? I'll make you feel what it's like to be woman, it was June's voice, kneel. I did. June very carefully lifted the blindfold. She was standing in front of me, her trousers back up but unzipped. Hanging as if she had a cock out was ...................... I started to laugh. The wife said, we're rolling. What am I supposed to do with that?, still laughing. June started laughing too. Then she composed herself, said, It's only about 2 and a bit inches longer than the dildos you love, maybe 3/4's to an inch more girth. Really?, I asked, Looks like you are underestimating some down here. We're rolling!, repeated the wife. Kiss it, June said, fall in love with it. I looked up, rolled my eyes, June winked at me. I kissed it, licked at it, put my lips on the shaft, ran my mouth back and forth, took the head into my mouth, took it out, stroked it, slapped it on my tongue, put the head back in mouth, tried to get some more in. June helped. That thing was too big, about 1/3rd of the head could go down my throat, that was it. June settled for that and moved her hips back and forth, holding the top of my head. It got so thick at that point, felt like it was splitting the sides of my mouth, talk about a jaw breaker. I gagged a few times, snot and saliva ran from my nostrils, we had to stop and wipe that away. June persisted and as uncomfortable as it was, I began to enjoy it. June sensed that and said, See, I told you you'd fall in love with it. Let's break, the wife ordered. Whew! Thank goodness, June's going to hurt me, do some permanent damage.

The wife brought me three butt plugs, one larger than the next. I knew what to do. Lubed up the smallest one, still had trouble getting it in and my asshole had been stretched quite a bit these last 10 days or so. I walked over to the freezer and checked on the balls. Frozen solid. June and the wife were in conference. I lay on the floor, pulled the plug, lubed the next size up, up it went. Relax, I said to myself. I saw my cigarettes and rolled across the floor to them, lit one, lay back, smoked. Finished, then put out the smoke, pulled the second plug, it took some doing getting that third one up, needed to re-lube it. The wife was standing over me, I'll need to touch you up although you look real good, then we shoot this part. June and I haven't decided on the money shot yet. We'll think of something. Sort of starting over again, me kneeling in front of June. June's dialog, How was having a big cock shoved in your mouth? You men all think that it's fun for us because you love having your cock sucked. Hurts doesn't it?

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June reached under my armpit again, stood me up. We stopped. My cue to pull the third plug. June walked me over to the drawers leaned me face down, hiked up my skirt and proceeded to stick that monster in my asshole. Let's see how much you like being fucked. Think fucking is great? You minute men, wham bam, fall asleep, feel this. I tried to think relax. I don't believe any amount of relaxing could help that much. With each thrust, each push forward, June got an inch or two in. I felt like I would split down the middle. The wife was standing over us on top of the drawer. Fuck him June. That's good, looks good and he wants more, wants you to fuck him harder. Speaking of harder, my cock was so hard I thought it would puncture the stainless steel. June now had a nice rhythm going. It felt twice as long as I remembered. June would pull back leaving only the head in my ass, squeeze more lube on the shaft, then bang it home. See, the wife chirped, he's bucking back, he loves it. She was right. I was about to pass out. I was delirious, Fuck me June, fuck that ass. We stopped. Whew. The wife brought the balls over, handed June one, two, three ......... We could get the whole dozen up here, laughed June. Then that big thing was back up my ass, the cold was in my throat. The wife reset the one camera. Cum for me baby, June barked. Pulled out and .............. It felt so good I was silent. Look at that asshole quiver, I'm not sure which one said it. That dildo was back up my ass, June pumping away. I groaned, grabbed the sides of the drawer to keep from falling to the floor as June pulled out the second time. Starting to get the meaning behind fucked? You don't need to wonder why fucked, is so readily used, understood as a negative, do we? June slapped the cheeks of my ass, hard, so hard I jumped, made a noise I never heard myself make before. She put her hands on my hips, guiding me to turn, straighten up. You're so beautiful, she whispered, putting a hand on either side of my head, kissing me. I was weak in the knees, reached back with both arms to steady myself, support my ass with the edge of the drawers. Her mouth pressed hard against mine, her hands went to my bird seed tits, she pushed, jiggled them, moved them so the un-lubricated latex tore at my nipples. So, that was purposeful when she had me pinned against the brick wall under the headache powder advertisement. Pulling away, hands moving to my hips, she kissed my abs, tongued, then sucked my navel. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, I groaned, throwing my head back. June's one hand caressed my balls, the other stoked my cock, she unsnapped my constant companion, the three snap, leather cock and ball restraint. I pulled my head forward, looked down at June, she pulled at the knot of her tie, unbuttoned her shirt, pulled her sports bra down and under her tits causing them to squeeze together, push up. June took my cock back in her hand, pulled it up and lapped, licked and sucked my balls, sucking hard, then moving her head back, my right ball popped from her mouth, making a noise, causing me to yelp. Laughing, June slapped at my balls from below, open palm, between my legs. I gasped, twitched. She let my cock go, slapped at it, left hand, right hand, side, top, bottom. June looked up at me, opened her mouth a bit, then slid her mouth over my cock, I could feel her tongue swirling around my cock, her nose touched my me. Pulled back her head, pop, abruptly stood, patted my cheek, said We love you baby, don't we? asking a question of the wife. For sure, the wife responded. The two of them began talking to each other so fast, moving around, doing this, doing that, sounded and looked like Alvin and the Chipmunks. I stayed put for a minute. Slipped off my sandals, walked across the set, grabbed a bunch of celery sticks, handful of the black capsules, almost poured my self a big glass of water, grabbed the bottle of 25yo whiskey instead, took out the cork, had a very long draw. Sat, put my feet up, washed down the caps with another long pull on the whiskey, inhaled the celery sticks, I was hungry and thirsty. Lit a smoke, watched the flurry of activity. At least you could have looked in the mirror, tried to straighten out that eye lash, the wife reached towards my eye. Uh huh, sure could have, could have tried to straighten the seam in my hose too. I did check for runners. Yeah, I'll bet, June chimed in, looking over the wife's shoulder, those tits pushing out of her shirt. Like those do you?, pushing them together, shaking them at me, He really like my tits Lover. Probably because they're a little bit bigger. They both laughed. Little bit bigger? Lover?, I thought to myself.

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Of course, three, even four cameras saves time, energy. An experienced cameraman, who can move quickly, steady as a human tripod, can be good too. There are very few of them, very, very expensive. In my professional opinion, we're doing better than good. Thanks for inviting me to join you. I haven't been in front of the camera for a long time, never thought anything or anybody would get me back. You two are special. Obviously, when you commit, it's 110% or nothing. Buttons told me about the attention to detail thing that got you hooked up. I'm curious about the spark to make your own. The wife looked at June, blew her a kiss, I wanted the money and my husband to do the hard work, she smiled, then burst out laughing. He's the one who loves sex ............... Me too, June interrupted, I'm like you, I'd rather leave it. Oh how they laughed at that inside joke. I found it funny but not too funny. Tell me something I don't know, I murmured to myself.

It only took a second of June's touch to get my dick hard. She flicked at the head with her middle finger, then ran her fingers over it lightly, blowing a stream of warm air from her mouth. There we go, June cooed ....................... We are rolling. Three ice balls had been strategically put in place and as June put her mouth on my cock, I looked down, saw that monster between her legs, tapping on the floor as June bobbed a little in her squat, engulfing my cock. My cock in another woman's mouth, been a while, the wife's mouth too for that matter. I could remember just showing the wife my cock, she'd have it in her mouth in a heartbeat. Heck, wasn't unusual to be driving home from Grand-mom's on a Sunday night, the kids asleep in the back seats, I'd unzip, pull it out, she'd stroke it till we pulled into the rest area, suck, swallow and on our way home we'd continue. Try that now, I'd get a hearty, DIY when we get home. My attention was still on the bobbing monster, June changed that when she very slowly slid her mouth from my cock, gave it a few very slow, squeezing it firmly, strokes. Put her hands on my hips and turned me around. I leaned over the drawers thinking, Here comes the big one. June slapped at my ass, put a hand one each cheek, thumbs into the crack of my ass, spreading my cheeks apart. She ran her tongue up and down the inside of the crack of my ass. Goose bumps cover my body. She flicked her tongue at my asshole, licked it, stuck her tongue in a little and wiggled it. I wiggled as if controlled by her tongue. Her lips pressed against it, tongue pushing in, shaking her head, pushing forward. I shuddered, moaned. My, he really likes the way you do that June, I never got a reaction quite like that, the wife dripping sarcasm. You never did it with such enthusiasm, I said to myself as I felt June sucking lightly at my asshole. WOW! Don't ............................. June put her hands on my hips, turned me and stood, putting her mouth to mine, cool, thawed heavy cream flowed into my mouth, not filling it, enough to know something was there. June put her lips together, keeping them on my mouth, I followed her cue and closed my mouth. Her head pulled back, we looked each other in the eyes, June swallowed hard, exaggerating the motion. There is something about your ass cum, try it, see if you can tell me, June smiled, batting her eyes. I swallowed, then said I could not be sure. June put her hands on my hips, squatting, in the same motion I turned, her mouth softly covered my asshole. This time June let half of her mouthful dribble into my open mouth, we swallowed, licked, smacked our lips. Not sure. We had some fun with this for a while. We were kissing after sharing when I thought, this is some real twisted, sick fuck, shit, really. And we're video taping it? The wife is checking everywhere with a light meter, keeping the shots framed properly, writing down the counter numbers, making notes for later ease of editing. Hearing the cash register sing.

June and I were kissing when I felt her hands run to my hips, I started to move, she moved her one hand to my cock the other cupped my balls. This thing is still hard, I needed guys like you when I was an actress. I hated all the contortions we had to go through to get and keep those actor's dicks stiff, June spoke into my ear. Hear me Lover? What do you feed this guy? We'll have to find him a girlfriend half his age. Hold her down for him. Laughing, the wife said, I'll make a note of that. Great idea. Yeah, when's that? In our next life?, sort of slipped out of my mouth. They both laughed. June knelt down in front of me, put some pressure on my balls, put the head of my cock in her mouth, wrapped thumb and forefinger around the shaft, stroked back and forth. The monster's movement caught my attention. I began to feel tingly, flushed, the heat spread to every cell in my body. June was working my cock and balls in a smooth, squeeze, stroke, suck rhythm that came with practice, being a professional. I moaned, tried to speak but could not, was gasping for air, short, quick breaths. June's mouth came off the head of my cock, her thumb and forefinger tightened, pushed back, her other three fingers spread, flat, gripped my balls harder, pulled down, her mouth went back on my cock, pursing her lips, then pushing forward till her lips met her fingers. I was on my toes, a death grip on the drawers. June drew her head back, my cock out of her mouth. Look at me! I opened my eyes looked down. Give it to me, all of it, now!, June sort of snarled, as she opened her mouth and yanked violently at my cock. It felt like molten steel, a frozen rope of glistening cum straight to the back of June's open mouth. She didn't flinch, she let go of my balls, put that hand over the one on my cock, yanked with both, moved her open mouth closer to the head of my cock as one, two more voluminous ribbons of cum erupted from my cock. She closed her mouth and put my cock between her tits, stroking and squeezing what felt like ounces more cum out. She rubbed my cock in its cum, then over her tits. I jumped. Her touch, rubbing her tits, became very painful. June stood, grabbed my chin, stuck her thumb in my mouth, pulled my jaw down, let my cum spill into my mouth. She closed my mouth, I swallowed, coffee, extra sugar, cream. She opened my mouth again, let my cum dribble from pursed lips in a stream. She gave a tug on my jaw, said, I want that back. Knelt, head back, mouth open, I let the cum spill back into her mouth. She swallowed, stood and we kissed. My gosh, CUT! fucking CUT!, the wife sounded shrill. I slipped to the floor, lay there in a heap. I could hear the excited chatter from June and the wife. Over. Done. Finished. All that's left to do is edit scenes, edit and dub sound, give it continuity, loop some stuff, then get a copy to the mailman, see what he thinks, figure out how to deal with the monster nightmares I'm sure I'm going to have.

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I had slept in the basement for hours. The wife covered me with a blanket, told June how much I would appreciate that. She was right as usual. At this moment though I am soaking in the tub. A cigar, the bottle of whiskey. Better? Doesn't get any. I'm so envious of the two of you, sighed June. Whoa! You scared the crap out of me. She was standing in the door. Don't be, I said, every day is a struggle. I'd kill her, she'd kill me but we got to ............................ Exactly, June whispered. How did you feel about me kissing you? You like me, us, is what it said. I really like you too, probably love you. Not in love with you but would love you in short order. Very perceptive, said June, you know I was married? Met the Ex working in the industry. I thought he was right but when the kissing faded, the sex went away and we were supposed to be working on the other parts of our life, our marriage. He failed me, could not keep his dick out of other peoples mouths. We had three kids for shits sake. Unfortunate, I said, happens quite a bit these days, nobody wants to grow up. S-E-X, it's not all it's cracked up to be. There's a time and place .................... I'm sorry for interrupting but do you know what that asshole did? First he robbed me of all my savings, cash, 1.75mil. Joint accts, fuck that. Emptied my safe deposit boxes, gold coins, ingots, loose diamonds, investment jewelry, bonds. Who knows how much. Kidnapped the kids. Took a sample of my days as an actress to a lawyer, who got me declared an unfit Mother, the divorce took 5 minutes, the Sheriff escorted me from the house I bought. Oh heck, please excuse me I .......................... We'll see if your envy is well placed a few years from now. I'm looking down the barrel of mental-pause. So what was the real reason you stalked me? June started laughing. Least she still had her sense of humor. How did you like the blow job? The wife and I discussed several different finales, she seemed OK with anything I suggested. As it turns out, she was. Of that I'm sure, anything would have been OK, as I pressed the bottle to my lips, took a mouthful, offered it to June. She accepted. You sucking my cock? Was about the best I've ever known. Of course memories fade. Now, the real reason you're sitting on my toilet while I'm in the tub is? Yes, sorry. First, the video, I cannot in good conscience let this work be cut up, put into one of our 6 hour, bring it home and jerk off till your dick bleeds videos. Way too good. I have some niche collectors, who would pay very good money to be the sole owner of something like this. I'd need to shop it, get them bidding against each other. You and the wife would never see it again. Buyer gets the copy, original goes into a safe deposit box owned by the company. Imagine if ......... I don't need to imagine, we keep a copy, our home gets burglarized, burglar finds the video rather good, makes a thousand copies blah, blah, blah, about right? Exactly right. OK, June my dear, which one generates the most cash for the wife. I see the validation angle coming from a mile away. Know this about the wife? Never had a job, except the most important one in the world, Mom. She doesn't see it that way and I'm going to help her correct that, any way I can. If it means you have to fuck me in the ass a thousand times, then give me your signature blow job 3 thousand times, I'll do it!, I reached toward her wanting the bottle back. You are too funny, June laughed sipping on then passing the whiskey back. hmmmmmm, the second thing. What would you think about partnering up with me and my two friends, doing some performance art? All solo. We're never even in the same room. Big, lavish, parties. Loud music, film on the walls and we sort of hang around, in cages, waiting for people to take an interest. It's lights, action. Costumes, auto erotic sex for the artist and their patron. Real good money. The wife would story board your performance ............. The wife, what's she think? No, let me guess, That sounds wonderful Lover! Each performance at $$$$ how many? June? You and the wife, you know, licking each others hairless slits? June eyes widened, Not yet but honestly, I'm pretty sure that's the last thing the wife is interested in. June stood, leaned over the tub and kissed me, softly on the lips, her tongue flicked. Back to the editing, she said. We'll need you for some sound dubbing, when you're ready. Think about my offer. I nodded, oh this is just great, I'll be pulling my dick in some cage and who do I see? My boss and his wife. Groan. to be continued

 

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