Little Dickie – Ch. 01

AUTHOR’S NOTE: This story picks up where “Bleached Blonde Latinas” ends. Many of the characters contained herein have appeared in my previous works.

Connie sashayed past the reception desk, radiating massive sexuality. It was game-on, as far as she was concerned, and she smacked her lips in anticipation. She walked down the corridor and into the locker room, reveling in the attention she was getting from the camera, not to mention the penises that were off-camera. She stood in front of her cubicle and stopped. She had on a black sleeveless top and an insanely short, pink miniskirt. The mini was neither too tight nor too loose; tight enough to highlight her assets, but loose enough to offer hope to upskirt perverts. It was the same skirt that once caused Herman to blow a load of unwanted cum her way, and it was the same skirt she wore the evening she turned William into jelly, the handsome, muscular black Adonis with the twelve-inch bone succumbing to her seductive power.

Connie had gotten into Porn strictly out of vanity; she wanted a legacy of her youthful hotness that would sustain her as she got older, and Donkey Productions offered her the best scenario. She could get all dolled up, wear her sexiest outfit, tease and flirt with a few naked men, and that would be that. On the set, however, she met a virile, body-building stud, the likes of which she had never met before. That he was black was irrelevant, but add to that a humungous penis, the likes of which she had never seen before, and everything changed. Connie had worn the shortest, most revealing skirt she owned that day, and by day’s end, she was seen leaving arm and arm with the big black dick. But that was yesterday’s news, only mentioned because she was wearing the same skirt today.

Penis don’t lie, and didn’t Jane know it. She had always prided herself on her long, lean legs and perfectly toned thighs, but it was Connie’s meaty thighs that were the boner-benders. Jane saw first-hand how cocks reared and neighed like bucking colts when her ‘thunder thighs’ showed up, especially since they were always protruding out from under a short skirt. Jane saw Connie leave the building, walking arm in arm with William. Fatty thighs and short skirts were apparently a thing, a Fetish; how else does one explain it? Connie hadn’t understood why Jane always insisted that she wear the same pink skirt until she realized that it attracted studs like flypaper.

When Connie sat and crossed her legs, all men’s eyes were riveted on her crotch. Sitting cross-legged was where the juxtaposition of thick thighs and short minis reached its zenith, and Connie smiled demurely as she leaned forward to remove her stilettos. It was a smile that suggested she knew she had everyone’s attention, along with the reason why, but at the same time it also hinted at bewilderment over what the fuss was all about. That dichotomy, part Porn-star and part girl-next-door, all summed up in a smile, was the essence of her allure, and it was also why she agreed to appear in Jane’s video. It was no longer about having a legacy; it was now about sexual fulfillment. She loved it that men stared at her crotch, she loved seeing them aroused, and she especially loved knowing that people watching this at home would be masturbating to her. Most men started at her crotch to see what color panties she had on, but others were simply mesmerized by crossed legs, a little cellulite and a barely-there miniskirt.

She got up and placed her shoes at the bottom of the cubicle, doing what she could to show a rear-view panty, but Jane told her not to overdo it. If it happened, it happened, but it had to appear natural or else she couldn’t use it. Connie didn’t wear thongs – she had too much meat on the bone, she liked to say, and today she opted for old-school, light blue, cotton panties that covered her entire butt cheeks. She could definitely sense Herman’s intense glare bearing down on her, which was always disconcerting, even though he had been neutered. Jane had found a chastity clamp made of hard plastic that fit so tightly around his dick that there was no room for growth. With just a tiny opening at the tip for urinating, and a tamper-proof lock, there was no way Herman could stimulate himself, which meant no beating-off. To remove any doubt over who was the boss and who was the bitch, the clamp was lavender in color, and Jane held the key.

Connie saw five heads and torsos peering around a wall, stealing glances at her, but from Jane’s vantage point she saw five aroused pee-pees, dangling and dancing in anticipation of what was to unfold. The men were bunched close together, their bodies and genitalia in contact with each other, but today was strictly hetero. The torrid homo scene that would be the video’s opener had not yet been filmed. Donkey Dan was one of the men, and he was rocking a semi-bone, which he was playfully rubbing and slapping against Jovi’s backside. This is solid gold, thought Jane, this is why I make Porn.

Connie was also smart and cunning. Jane’s husband, Hideki, wanted to fuck her so badly that he was willing to make her the Producer of the Porn serial series he was financing. She had no experience other than a college degree, but once he buried his face between her spread legs, and after she clasped them around his neck, the job was hers. Not content with having emasculated the aforementioned William, she had unceremoniously dumped him for Big Tony, who just happened to be beefier, blacker, and bigger, and who just happened to snag the male lead on Soapland, insuring that his stud services would be available to her whenever the urge struck. Along the way she had divorced her husband, embarked on a sexual odyssey and, if the rumors were true, personally screen-tested all the actors who auditioned for roles on the Porn serial she produced. Pornography had liberated Connie, and she underwent a metamorphosis from a demure tart, slightly embarrassed to be doing Porn, into a ball-breaking, cock-teasing slut who had unlocked the secret of what turned-men on.

Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, and envious of Soapland’s success, Jane wanted to produce a Porn serial of her own. But what? After careful deliberation, she finally settled on chikan, or molesters, by which they were also known; young men who ran around with impunity and did nasty things to women in public. In Jane’s version the men would be naked at all times, and semen would fly off the shelf. The biggest selling point was the variety the scenario offered. There was nothing preventing chikan from being bisexual, and the show’s theme could change continually, based on whatever message Jane’s Vagina sent to her brain. The current messages were rough Sex followed by harsh retaliation, with the victimized women gaining the upper hand and doing nasty things to their attackers.

Jane’s work routine was ironic in some ways. For her the thrill was not in the filming of the Porn, it was in the creation; the thought process, the scripting, the casting; the writhing around in ecstasy as her vibrator worked its magic, telling her how the scenes should play out. Once actual filming had begun, her mind would wander off to the next project, and thus she was already writing and casting for it well before Bleached Blonde Latinas had wrapped.

Connie took it as a compliment that Jane asked her to be woman number one in the series pilot. It validated her. A Porn producer herself, she had embraced the lifestyle, and appearing in front of the camera posed no problem. She was now sitting back down again on the locker room bench. Having been instructed to “hang there for a minute and look pretty,” she stretched and arched her back backward and then forward, offering the audience her cleavage, but Jane didn’t want cleavage right now; she wanted a money-shot, which in Donkey terminology meant panties. After a little more flirting with the camera, Connie re-crossed her legs, and Jane had her money-shot. The penises peering out from behind the wall were indicating their readiness. Jovi had since leaned back on Dam’s rigid bone, which was now pressed straight upward against his body. Dan has his legs spread and looked like an angry tiger, wanting nothing more than to stick his stiff prick into something, Jovi’s rectum, if need be, which he obviously could not. He’d have to wait until tomorrow for that. Dan’s supersized cock-head was enraged, having turned bright red. He hadn’t stopped grinning with anticipation ever since Jane told him who he’d be working with. Jesus, just what was it about those thunder thighs?

In addition to Dan, Connie was familiar with Jovi and Koh. She had fucked two of them, but couldn’t remember whether she had fucked Koh or not, though she was certain that she had given him a few hand-jobs. She was starting to feel like Arlene, who at a large gathering would proudly tell the girls that she had ‘fucked every man in the room’. But there were two men in the room Connie hadn’t fucked. One was a cute, young looking man with a mop of dyed, reddish-brown hair, who Connie referred to as the ‘small penis dude’, and rounding out the group was a happy-go-lucky looking Japanese male with an extremely buffed frame. He wasn’t real tall, but he was stacked. Having overdeveloped muscles was one thing, but when it wasn’t accompanied by an overdeveloped Love-muscle the overall effect wasn’t as intoxicating. Still, Connie had a thing for muscles, and was looking forward to doing some nasty shit with him. Akira had been a Donkey aficionado from the outset, and during his audition he stated that he was willing to do anything and everything that had ever been done by a Donkey male. That would soon be put to the test.

The script called for the five men to pounce on Connie as she was about to remove her clothes. Akira held her arms and the small penis dude grabbed her legs, so her wiggling around to try and Free herself was fruitless, although Herman would beg to differ. He stopped counting the panty flashes once they reached seven or eight. He could also tell that she had grown a fur pie, which was distinctly visible through the light blue cotton material. Now that she was subdued, or partially subdued, Dan and Koh took their place on either side of her and began to stroke themselves, and when they leaned forward, their dicks weren’t too far apart. It was Jane’s fervent hope was that when they ejaculated they’d be able to do some long-distance shooting and spray the other with their sticky essence. So it wasn’t your normal beat-off sequence; there was some added drama, even though the worst case scenario wasn’t bad either, which was two men pleasuring themselves over a clothed woman and leaving their semen on a sexy pink mini and a pair of luscious thighs.

Connie wasn’t much of a screamer, but she was a good at resistance; however, once seeing that her situation was futile, she simmered down and resigned herself to her fate. Jovi had been watching and waiting, and he used this as an opportunity to straddle her. Perhaps he had been fondling himself, perhaps he was naturally turned-on, but he had a full-blown erection when he got into position, which meant his cock was situated not more than an inch or two from her mouth. Connie adored Jovi, as did everyone who met him, and were it up to her his penis would be in her mouth. It can be hard for genitalia to compete with Donkey Dan’s, but Jovi was so damn handsome and cute and charming that his charm transferred to his dick, which then acquired special status. If a cock was going to be an inch or two from her face, Connie was happy for it to be his.

This was the first day of filming for Jane’s Porn serial. The pilot episode would consist of two scenes. Connie’s would be the second one; the opening scene was going to be a five-man homo-fest. That carried some risk, potentially alienating a large chunk of your target audience from the outset. To offset this, or to hedge her bets, Jane decided that the advertising for the pilot episode would rely heavily on females. Towards that end, photos were taken that morning, before filming began, featuring bleached blonde hair, black sleeveless top, revealing miniskirt, thick thighs, and a bunch of naked men. The latter had been hovering around the pink skirt like it was the Queen Bee. Both Olivia and Herman were taking photos: Olivia from the front, and Herman from the back, on the off-chance that he might stumble by accident into a photograph worthy of publishing. For Connie, this was as good as it could get, and she was enjoying herself immensely. When she wore the pink mini she was the Queen Bee, and she, Jane, and everyone else knew it. “Don’t be shy, boys,” she said, quite happy to be the object of desire.

Herman wasn’t quite ready, and he fiddled with his camera, but they started without him, and once in position he saw the men standing in a line with their hands in the air. Connie was lying on her side and being held aloft by four pairs of hands. Herman was pissed, as she could not have gotten into that position without flashing a little panty. He hurried down to the end of the row so he could aim his camera directly up her legs, but by the time he got there, the men had lowered her back down. From his angle he could see that her skirt had risen in the back, but he wasn’t there to see it. Damn, if only he kept his original spot he would have hit the motherlode.

Whereas Olivia’s camera captured smiles, boners, and thighs, Herman captured what he thought was the important stuff. Donkey Dan was the first to have his individual photo taken with her. He towered over Connie, and he had his arm around her shoulder while hers was around his waist. So close, agonized Herman, as the skirt hovered dangerously up towards the panty demarcation zone. Another inch or so and he’d have a ‘keeper’ for his Masturbation file. Wearing the chastity clamp may have stopped him from getting an erection, but it didn’t stop him from being a pervert.

Jovi was next up. He was just a little bit shorter than Connie, so she placed her arm around his shoulder while he had his on her back. Dan and Connie posing together might as well have been brother and Sister, they acted so chaste, but Jovi nestled up real close. And again, while Olivia saw smiles, a boner and hotness, Herman saw Connie slide Jovi’s hand down towards the general vicinity of her buttocks. ‘So the slut’s got a thing for the golden boy’, he snickered. That was useful information. Jane loved gossip, and he’d score points with her once she saw his photos. Still no panty sighting though; if only Jovi taken the bait and move his hand a little lower; but on such minor, uncontrollable trivialities upskirt opportunities are won and lost, which made the game exciting. The excitement caused Herman’s heart to beat a little faster, but discomfort was starting to percolate in his forbidden zone.

“Okay Mister Muscles, you’re next,” said Connie to Akira, one of Jane’s new hires. Akira too was all smiles and had a robust hard-on. What a glorious situation to be in, he thought; standing stark naked next to a tall and elegant, western beauty. In his wildest fantasies he could scarcely imagine it. He was a Donkey man! He knew that before the day ended he’d be getting dildo-fucked, and he was a little nervous, seeing it would be a new experience, but he’d follow Connie to the ends of the earth, so what was a little Ass reaming?

Akira was shorter than Connie too, but his pecs could compete with her thighs on an equal footing. His cock was about the same size as Jovi’s – not spectacular, by Donkey standards, but satisfactory when paired with another asset. Jovi had his cuteness and Akira had his pecs, so each brought something to the table. Connie’s hand was around his waist, but it soon got frisky, and Herman watched with delight as she lowered it and began massaging and squeezing the buffed man’s taut, tantalizing butt. And we’re talking real squeezes, not polite ones. Connie was sending Mister Muscles a message. Olivia marveled at Akira’s smile and boner, but only Herman knew the real reason behind it. ‘So the slut wants it bad. Wait, wait…oh shit, oh fuck; so close’. The photos ended, Connie removed her hand, but by doing so it brushed against her skirt. For a brief, surreal moment Herman thought he saw underwear, but it was so fleeting he wasn’t sure.

“Hello, small penis dude.” Clem wasted no time, striding right up to Connie and placing his arm around her waist. She towered over him. She wasn’t sure whether she should hold his hand, like a mother with her young son, but Clem wasn’t acting like a good child. His hand very quickly went down to her Ass, and he kept it there. Connie lifted it back up to her waist, but another second or two and the hand was once again copping a feel on the meaty flesh. This time Connie allowed him his moment, but Clem wasn’t done. “What the fuck,” she cried, pushing him away. It was done out of instinct, not anger, and immediately forgotten, but Herman had his money-shots; two of them: one at the moment when Clem’s hand was forcibly removed, and the other when Connie half-twirled to begin her pushing motion. ‘So the slut’s wearing blue panties today’. But Herman had little time to savor his victory. He rushed up to Jane.

“I gotta jerk…bad, real bad.”

“Jesus fucking Christ, what the fuck is wrong with you? We just got here; can’t you fucking wait?”

Herman squirmed in discomfort. “Please…pink skirt…I gotta jerk…please, please, this thing is killing me.”

Jane might have left him suffer, but she understood the power of the pink mini, so she summoned Jinmin and handed her the key. “Take him to Pete’s office, he can jerk in there. That shithole of a pigsty can only benefit from some cum. You take the lock off and you put it back on. Give him five minutes.” To Herman she said, “five minutes, dickhead, not a second more. Under no circumstances,” she instructed her young Korean assistant, “do you let the lock or clamp out of your sight.”

“I’m not going in there with him,” she said.

“You don’t have to…I’m not that cruel.”

“Ladies please,” intoned Herman. “Can we go?”

Seeing him scamper down the corridor with Jinmin in tow caused Jane to shake her head in dismay and utter “the shit I got put up with” to nobody in particular.

Having Jinmin’s hand up against his cock only exacerbated Herman’s predicament. “Stop fidgeting,” she said. As soon as the lock been removed the clamp loosened enough for him to liberate himself. He raced into Pete’s office but left the door open, in case Jinmin wanted to watch, which she didn’t. Door now closed, in total privacy, he sat in Pete’s chair and looked downward. “Hey little buddy,” he said, “ready for some exercise? Of course you are.” He leaned back and allowed his mind to wander, but it didn’t take long for a fantasy to impose itself: pink skirt, blue panties, accidental uppie, hand on Ass, the slut with the bitchy attitude getting fucked by every Japanese man in town…Herman was getting close. He thought about the time he ejaculated on her…what a shock she had…oh god…yes, yes…ah…”

“That was quick,” observed Jinmin. “Hey asshole, can’t you even clean up?”

“Why bother?”

“Shit, I ain’t touching that.” Jinmin made Herman put the chastity clamp back on himself, and he sighed with resignation as she crouched down to secure the lock. Even though he had just jacked, he couldn’t help but wonder what color panties she was wearing today.

Dan and Koh had gotten a head start and were nearing the finish line. Jovi could hear their grunts and groans, and the sound of skin slapping on skin could only mean one thing. He would have liked to watch them, but he was facing forward, with his own task to perform. Koh was a quick cummer, as well as a prodigious one, and before long Jovi could hear him telling everyone that he was about to unload. Boom, boom, boom; three rapid missiles propelled out of his pee-hole, easily reaching their intended target. Not only did Koh moisturize Dan’s hand and penis, but stray cum splattered on the man’s belly and legs. The velocity then began to wane, and as it did the pick skirt began to get stained with fluid. “This is money,” Jane said, in a sing-song voice. Jinmin simply smiled, while Herman kept thinking about the photographs he took, hoping he captured the upskirt the moment it happened.