Little Dickie – Ch. 03

For someone who put a lot of energy into his fucking, or perhaps because of that, Clem was usually tuckered-out after two pops. Not that Jane minded; she still had her high-tech vibrators, and Dan was only a phone call away. The Donkey stallion could perform for four or five hours straight, having god-knows how many ejaculations. Jane gave up trying to count them, but figured he was good for six or seven before he’d lie down exhausted and say he needed rest. Jane stopped counting her own orgasms too; and often during the latter half of their marathon fuck sessions her body would turn into a limp rag and her mind would go blank, and the big-boned stud did as he pleased. The first three or four orgasms were easy for him, but after that it was hard work, and the greater his effort the greater her pleasure. And when he was finally spent – really spent; after he flopped down on the bed and said he couldn’t cum again, Jane’s hand would try and prove him wrong, but whether it did or not, their end-game was to stroll contentedly into the Shower, where Dan developed the urge to urinate. If he can fuck like that, she reckoned, he earned the right to pee on me.

Jane was fiddling with her iPad. She handed it to Clem. “What do you think?” He lay back flat on the large sofa and held the device over his head, looking at the image Jane had conjured up. She had her eye on his little dick, searching for signs of life, because she was hoping that the image would get a rise out of him. Worship tinged with fear – that was the successful formula, as outlined by Jenn, who ought to know, so it was essential that whomever Jane chose met with Dickie’s favor. If he wasn’t aroused, there was no point in proceeding. A boner right now would be a good indicator, but Jane liked to hedge her bets, so she tickled his balls and wiggled his tiny shaft, with great results. “Little Dickie!” Clem hadn’t changed his position, and remained fixated on the picture. He liked Jane playing with his cock, and he also liked the Hot woman on the iPad. At moments like this Clem felt blessed.

“Jerk for me, Little Dickie.” How could he refuse? She wondered it cute that he kept staring at the iPad. Clem preferred the rare two-finger method, using thumb and forefinger to pull down on his shaft. Whatever works, right? As long as it got him to the next level, and once it did, he dropped the iPad on the bed, closed his eyes, and rubbed his pecker faster. He panted in deep short breaths for a few moments before crying out, “ah, ah…Banzai!”

****

Dan walked up to Connie, who was in the lobby, doing stuff on her phone. He really wanted to bang her in the Ass once Jane planted the seed in his head, but he didn’t want to come-on too strong. “Are you working today,” he asked? Engaging in idle chit-chat, his hands rested on his hips, and his goofy countenance returned. According to Jane, that was the highest compliment he could pay. It meant he wanted to show off his package; Dan’s idea of a mating ritual.

“I’m still debating,” she replied. “Jane says it’s a birthday present for her husband, but I don’t want it ending up on the Internet.” Since Dan was standing and Connie sitting, her eyes were at cock-level. It was looking puffy and bloated, but not rock-solid; however, she enjoyed seeing dongs when they were in their hanging salami mode, as his was now, and a familiar tingle was starting to percolate in her loins. She had to admit that he had an impressive tool, but so did William and Big Tony, so that alone wouldn’t seal the deal. She looked up at him, made eye contact, saw that his grin had gotten broader, and then returned to her eye level. All of a sudden, and without warning, puffy and bloated turned into a rod of steel, and hanging salami became an iron pipe, which was now straining upward in a tantalizing arc formation. Connie saw bulging veins, she saw the fork-in-the-road under his inflamed cockhead; she saw the pee-hole open so wide that you could…

Most trophy cocks have a unique signature. Tony, for example, had the pronounced hook that resembled an anchor. William’s cockhead remained partially hidden from excess foreskin and looked like a tiny, little orb, the result of a crude hillbilly circumcision, but since it was attached to a long dong, the contrast made women melt with hunger. But Dan’s pecker had too many signatures to catalog and, holy crap; it was vibrating like a tuning fork, just inches from her face! How could any girl withstand? Dan was so fucking aroused, so fucking turned-on…it happened so fast…it was her; she really was Hot stuff, wasn’t she? Fuck Arlene, fuck Jane, fuck Marlow; fuck them all. It was she that the horse-hung ones lusted after; it was her sweetness that attracted the studs. Dan’s wood spoke volumes. Here was a man who had to fight-off women, and here he was coming on to her, wagging his dick in appreciation. It made her feel like a slut, but in a good way.

The damn thing was still staring right at her, waving, pleading, desperate for attention. She could even see fluid build-up on the wide opening. Pre-cum already? “You don’t mind if I touch it, do you” she asked? Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed it tight around the base, leaned forward, and gave it a quick kiss on the tip. It definitely tasted like semen – pre-cum confirmed. He wants me bad, she wondered to herself. “I’d suck you off right here,” she purred, “but Jane might not like it…”

“I can cum more than once,” he quickly replied. “I can cum all day.”

“The things I could do to you, Dan the Man. Nasty things; things you wouldn’t want to tell your children.” She was seriously thinking about jerking him off right there and then. He was ready to explode, virtually pleading for the chance, but Connie insisted they wait and do it when it counted. She had been leaning towards not doing the Anal scene until the ‘boing’ moment, when she saw salami transform into steel.

Olivia was directing the scene and all Jane had to do was stand to the side and bark out whatever she wondered was necessary. She rubbed Little Dickie on the shoulders. “You ready,” she asked? The Porn star wannabe nodded. Yesterday he had to beat-off after getting a harsh spanking with a hairbrush, and not all the salve in the world could smooth over his abrasions. But it didn’t seem to faze him.

“It’s all part of the job, Dickie, an occupational hazard, but keep thinking about how good those orgasms feel and you’ll never go wrong.” Today would be a referendum on his training. “If you want the best, you pay for the best,” Jane said, her rationale for hiring Princess Inge, as she was professionally known. Jenn hit a home-run with her recommendation, the proof being that Clem seemed nonplussed about what was about to happen, in which he was scheduled to play both quarterback and receiver for the gay team. He stood like a boxer waiting to enter the ring. “I don’t see a boner. Want me to suck it a little?” Olivia finally had to pry Little Dickie away from his stage-mother.

“He’s fine,” said Olivia. “Trust the process,” but Jane couldn’t help but worry. All the training in the world wouldn’t matter once the overt act of homosexual intercourse in front of a camera began. Cocks far sturdier than Clem’s had turned to pudding in similar situations.

Connie suggested she enter pool area fully dressed, so she could do an erotic strip, but Jane wanted her to save the turquoise mini for a future Boner Boys scene. “Wait, I thought this wasn’t going on the web?”

“It ain’t.” Damn, wondered Jane, the cunt’s got me. In the end they compromised, and she’d be down to her undies for the grand entrance. Herman’s ears had picked up, and he had moved in closer. Connie unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it. With her foot she flicked the garment up in the air, where she caught it with her hand. She looked for a convenient spot to place it.

“Here, I’ll take it,” Herman said, and he neatly folded it over his arm. Magenta panties, don’t look, magenta panties, don’t look…Herman kept repeating the silent mantra over and over. Goddamn clamp.

The Boner Boys were happy to see a woman. It gave them hope that their homo adventure would be bisexual. The nearer the girls were the better, because it meant their rectal banging was just another way of pleasing a woman, even sexually satisfying her, because ask any Donkey girl and they’d tell you: “what the fuck do you think ladies masturbate to? This, you morons.” In that context, many a straight lad had lost their homo cherry, but one could also argue that all lads working for Donkey Productions had gay tendencies, latent or otherwise.

Clem’s dick was showing, which meant he was aroused; otherwise it wouldn’t be noticeable. But of all the boners, only one was pulsating, and it was with that one in mind that Connie seductively removed her sleeveless blouse, showing off a white, lacy bra. She tried not to smile, but she knew Dan was looking at her with unabashed horniness; shit, he looked like he could blow a gasket simply by spontaneous combustion. Herman took the blouse from her. “I’ll go hang these in a locker,” he said, anxious to put some distance between himself and the underwear-clad goddess. Jane had told him in the strictness of terms there would be no Masturbation breaks today, so he had to adjust to the new reality.

“Is it me,” Jane asked Herman, when he returned, “or is her face fat?”

“It’s you; she just looks hotter when she’s dressed.” Herman didn’t want to say anything negative about Connie, lest it get back to her, not wishing to jeopardize the houseboy scam he was working on her. She was a successful businesswomen, not to mention a slut, and she could really advantage from having a submissive horn-dog like himself choose her clothes and pair them with her panties and bras. He knew makeup, eye liner, and hair brushing. He gave massages. He trimmed pubic hair. And he’d do it all just for room and board, plus Masturbation privileges.

Koh was already bent over and Little Dickie was doing his best to reach the man’s prostate. He had an odd look on his face, which suggested that he couldn’t believe he was doing this, but he had been seduced by the glamour. He had fucked Jane too many times to object now. And he’d probably fuck her again tonight, based on the way she was beaming at him. Clem’s philosophy was to do whatever it was he was doing to the best of his ability. He’d rather be fucking a girl, but since he wasn’t, he’d ream a male butt to the fullest. The rectal insertion went off without a hitch, and after a moment or two of hesitancy, Dickie began to lose is inhibitions and he rocked back and forth in a comfortable rhythm. “Let’s see if the little fucker remembers to Banzai this time,” whispered Jane.

Jovi was facing Koh, and was in a similar position as him. Akira was doing the honors. It was wise to let him be the reamer, because between the poking he got yesterday, along with the after-work ones at Connie’s place, his asshole had been rubbed raw. She had pounded him relentlessly, getting more and more turned-on as she did, and it seemed to him that her arousal was rooted in her aggressiveness. At one point it became so overwhelming it made her lose control, and with her magic vibrator at the ready on the table by her bed, in an instant she went from pegging Akira to massaging her clit. It was then he realized that he was superfluous to her needs, but such was the life for which he enlisted. Akira had never heard a woman moan the way she did, and he decided to stick his face in for a closer inspection. Showing initiative, he added another pleasuring device in the form of his tongue, and her moans soon turned to screams. What he got for his trouble was a wet face, coated with female essence. Connie considered it payment in full, and Akira could breathe easier. It wasn’t all the time easy to satisfy a Donkey girl when she’s in heat.

It was no wonder that Akira had been feeling pretty good about himself, but his heart sank when he saw Connie fawning over Dan’s bone. He had good reason to be concerned. Familiar with the stud’s reputation; well-earned and verified in many a video, he assumed that once she felt the sting of the stable’s top thoroughbred there was no going back. Akira had probably fucked her for the last time, so he wondered, and it made him grind on Jovi even fiercer, hoping to alleviate his frustration.

Dan had been watching the men perform, but he dared not apply pressure to his missile lest it ignite prematurely. He was anxiously waiting for his ship to come in, which it did in the form of a voluptuous vixen whose magenta panties could not hide the warm, caressing tenderness of her thighs, and whose white bra could not conceal the succulence contained within. His cock bobbed up and down in appreciation. The goofy grin had reappeared. He was ready to rumble.

“What, no foreplay?”

“What did you have in mind?”

“Let me think. How about some nipple licking, or some cunt fingering, uh, Ass massage…”

“Whoa, whoa. How about we do that tonight, in private? I’ll rock your world like you won’t believe.”

“I got a better idea. How about tonight you do what I tell you to do, and I’ll rock your world.”

Dan’s smile got wider. “I’m in,” he said.

“In that case, how about I suck your cock?”

The trophy bone was drooling, and Connie faced a dilemma. There was already a lengthy sliver of pre-cum dangling from his pee-hole. It wouldn’t take much to get him to erupt. How does one fellate a man who had been sucked thousands of times? She wanted to give it her all, but she knew how good she was at fellatio, and she saw how intensely his pecker was vibrating, so if she did give it her all, Dan would ejaculate in seconds. Now if she did just a light licking, simply for boner preservation, those same seconds would be how long it would take before he blew his load had he gone directly into her Ass. That wouldn’t be much of a banging. She looked over at Olivia and Jane. “He can cum more than once, right?” If Dan had an Orgasm before entering her forbidden zone, it stood to reason that a partially-sated penis would be able to give her a slower and more sensual ride, focusing on her gratification as much as his.

Herman ran up to Jane. “No, she said,” cutting him off, “you can’t jerk, you’ll have to wait.” He didn’t know it, but from a long-term perspective, it was the best thing that could have happened, because he otherwise would have missed Connie’s tongue-lashing, slobbering all over Dan’s gigantic shaft; he would have missed seeing her teeth grind on his inflamed cockhead, and he most certainly would have missed seeing the sperm train as it left the station. Connie barely had time to make the switch from mouth to hand before white and creamy molten lava began to ooze, and she gleefully finished him off, yanking and yanking and yanking…and yanking – was there no end to the enraged beast? After what seemed an eternity it began to soften, but even then it kept foaming and dribbling. Connie’s hand, wrist and lower arm were drenched, and once the spewing geyser had been capped, she playfully flicked her hand at Dan, transferring some of the jizz onto himself, and what remained on her she licked off and smiled for the camera. She could imagine Hideki masturbating to this. She could also imagine giving him a Blowjob while he watched it.

“That ought to get you through the night,” Jane told Herman. “Just be patient, you dumb fuck, don’t let Connie think you’re as big a perv as you really are.”

“But she already knows.”

“Yeah, I guess that ship’s sailed, but there’s always a road to redemption. My advice for when you get home is to write something nice about her on the blog. Maybe she’ll read it.”

Connie lay back and absorbed some good Pussy-licking from the man Jane called the ‘best fuck she ever had’, and he was able to multitask, fingering her butthole as he licked and slurped her pink orifice. Her thighs had been spread far aside. “I hope Olivia’s getting a good look in there,” the Porn Empress quipped. “It’s like descending the Grand Canyon in the dark.”

“Man, those cunt lips,” Herman said, wistfully.

The other men were still reaming. Neither Dickie nor Akira had cum yet, but both were trending in that direction. Dickie seemed to be getting close, based on his contortions, and the next thing one knew, the cry of “Banzai” filled the room. Breathing heavy, Clem smeared Jovi’s backside with his gooey seed. His expression was the same as if it had been a woman’s backside he was smearing. Jane was beside herself with joy, but Herman had discovered that if he sat down on the chair right next to where she was standing, he could see her white panties, so they were both happy.

Multitasking seemed to be a thing, because Jovi was close enough to make a play for Dan’s cock, and he reached over and tugged on it while Akira kept plugging him. It didn’t take long for a hard-on to re-emerge. “You ready,” Dan asked? She was. “We’re doing it,” he called out, to let everyone know, and he gently positioned her the way that he wanted. “Low and slow,” he told her, just as she had hoped. He was squatting over her from behind, nearer to standing than kneeling, and commenced with some gentle, lengthy, in-and-outs.

Connie’s first utterance was one of surprise, followed by soft purring and moaning. If necessary, she would pretend to like it; this was Porn, after all. But she would have preferred his dick in her moist cunt. Anal Sex was all about power. She imagined Dan would be boasting to his friends that he had done her in the Ass. Arlene may have wondered that she held the power by virtue of granting Big Tony access to her back-door, but Connie saw it differently. The cock had all the power in these instances.

She repositioned her butt slightly higher in the air, and Dan’s probing took on new life. She could better feel the pressure, the overriding sensation, but she didn’t have a prostate in need of a massage, so the pleasure was mostly Dan’s. Her pleasure, if any, was in being the receptacle for his gratification, thus allowing him to pull his power-play on her. Am I the only girl who doesn’t care for this, she thought? As time progressed Dan discarded the low and slow technique. His pumping grew stronger, harder and faster. He had found a groove, and didn’t want to lose it. The things they would do to each other tonight, she wondered, should he remember to keep his promise, and there was no reason why he shouldn’t. His manly sword was piercing her Ass, for Pete’s sake. Akira would probably be taking an Uber ride home.

She laid on her stomach. Orgasmed, exhausted, and satisfied, Dan rested on top of her. She could feel his masculine strength. “Tonight, my Horny, sexy lover,” he whispered, and Akira’s Uber ride was confirmed.

“What’s up with Herman?” Connie was preparing to depart, but she had to ask. “He offered to clean my house.”

Jane chuckled. “Buyer beware,” was all she said.

****

The first thing Jane focused on when she saw Inge’s picture was the dress. It was bright red; candy-apple red, officially, and it was tight, but not excessively, clingy-tight, as it would have been for a full-figured lady. Inge’s figure was literally perfect, with not an ounce of fat. It was enough to make Jane envious. She looked the way Jane she wanted to look, a reminder of how she used to look, before age and responsibility began to take its toll. Inge was twenty-one, so it was easier for her to maintain the look, whereas Jane was now closer to thirty than twenty-five. It was plain to see that the domme was very tall; six-foot-one, to be exact, and the dress hung on her frame the way professional couture did on a professional model.

Jane later found out that the dress cost eight-hundred dollars. But the way it fit, and the way it enhanced her natural beauty, it was money well-spent. There was black trim around the perimeters of the dress, and what at first appeared to be black bra straps might not have been. The dress barely covered Inge’s crotch, and it appeared to the naked-eye that she that was upskirting the camera with black panties, but using his pervert technology, Herman determined that the blackened crotch area was actually part of the dress, not panty, and as for the alleged bra straps, things were so subtle, he couldn’t determine their authenticity. There weren’t a lot of women who got the better of a professional underwear pervert, but Herman had to admit that he may have met his match.