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Hard For Women Ch. 1

By: rufusrutter



About six months ago, I was skimming through the ads in the back of a porno mag when the following full-page spread leapt out at me:



Hard For Women Ch. 2



The first video we shot was A Man's Pleasure. Zoe decided to record it herself, which made me a bit nervous, but I decided to give it all I'd got in the hope of future work. I arrived in good time with my bag of stuff and Lizzie directed me to one of the studios. I went in. Zoe was already there with Claudia and Jenny.

We exchanged a few social niceties, then the women started setting the cameras up. Zoe had told me to 'do my own thing'. They would take their cues from me.

'I'm going to be watching a porn video,' I said.

'Fine,' said Zoe.

'I'll just be wearing a thong, and at the beginning I'll be sitting cross-legged on the bed, facing the TV. The porn video will already be running.'

I put the video in the player and switched on the TV. I started the video. Zoe watched me as I slipped out of my clothes.

'Nice thong,' she said, looking in delight at the tiny white lycra affair that clung to my cock and balls like a glove.

I took a few things from my bag and laid them on the bed – towel, baby oil, tube of KY Jelly, slim butt plug. I sat cross-legged on the towel and nodded at Zoe.

'Action!' she said.

I sat watching the video for ten seconds or so and then straightened my legs. I sat on the edge of the bed and opened my legs. Zoe moved in with her camera and lowered it to the level of my crotch. With the thumbs of both hands, I massaged my inner thighs. Slowly I placed my right hand on my thong pouch and gently massaged my dick. I took my hand away and paused. My prick was slightly tumescent and pulled gently against the lycra.

After a few seconds, I rolled over and lay down on my stomach, my legs sloping down from the end of the bed to the floor. I reached over and picked up the baby oil, opening the bottle. I drizzled oil from a height of about a foot over my buttocks. I kept going till I felt some of the oil trickle round my hips onto the towel. I opened my legs and drizzled more oil into my butt cleft. It soaked into the understrap of my thong.

I put down the bottle of oil and slowly began to massage my buttocks – palming them, kneading them, pinching them. I pulled my buttocks wide apart and squeezed them tightly with my hands. I continued to massage my ass for a minute or so and then let the middle finger of my right hand wander into my butt cleft. I ran my finger tip up and down the soaking understrap and then tapped firmly on the fabric above my butt hole.

Finding my position somewhat awkward, I knelt on the bed, resting my chest on the mattress. I cupped my thong pouch in my right hand and squeezed, then let my middle finger explore my butt cleft once more. I stroked and tapped at the fabric. I slipped my left hand round my back and squeezed my ass.

Then I sat on the towel and lay down on my back. I picked up the baby oil once more and, again from a height, squeezed a liberal quantity of it onto my thong pouch. I returned the oil to the bed and massaged my prick through the thong fabric. As I'd anticipated, the fabric grew semi-transparent, revealing a misty outline of hardening dick.

I squeezed my dick between my thumb and forefinger through the fabric then massaged it with the palm of my hand. I continued until my prick was pulling hard against the thong, desperate to be let out. I paused and looked at my pouch, which arched up rigidly in its wetness.

I knelt on the bed, my knees wide apart, my ass thrust backwards. I grabbed the waistband of my thong front and back. I pulled at it slowly but firmly, now the front, now the back, now the front, now the back, so that the understrap massaged my butt cleft. I continued for thirty seconds or so, then pulled hard, both front and back, so that the understrap cut firmly into my butt hole and the pouch squeezed my balls.

Finally, I stood up and slowly lowered my thong, revealing my swollen penis inch by inch. As the waistband slipped over my helmet, my prick suddenly sprung free and reared up in front of me.

Slowly, I pulled back the foreskin, my soaking thong around my thighs. I tapped at my helmet until my prick was as hard as iron, then fully lowered my thong and stepped out of it. It lay on the carpet wetly. I sat on the end of the bed and drizzled baby oil onto my dick. Slowly, I masturbated my shaft, pausing occasionally to squeeze and fondle and tap at my helmet. The entire length of my penis glistened with oil. Sometimes I wanked with my finger and thumb, sometimes my whole hand, sometimes squeezing gently, sometimes squeezing hard. My breathing became slow and deep. I poured more oil onto my shaven balls and massaged them gently. On and on I went, now wanking my shaft, now fondling my balls, now pinching and twisting my purple helmet.

Pausing regularly, I could have continued indefinitely, but finally I turned my attention to my arse. I lay down on the bed and lifted my knees to my chest. I poured baby oil into my butt cleft, knowing that my puckered asshole was fully exposed. I massaged and pinched the inner surfaces of my butt cheeks. I ran my second and third fingers up and down my butt cleft. I tapped lasciviously at my butt hole. I continued these actions again and again as my prick lay fatly against abdomen.

Finally, I picked up the KY Jelly and squeezed a great quantity of it onto my asshole, where it lay in a great globule, wet and cold. And then I did it. I reached for the slim butt plug at my side. Slowly, I inched it towards my ass. It had a sort of knob at the tip, and this I literally rolled in the KY Jelly. I massaged the entire length of my bum cleft with that knob and then let it rest on my butt hole. I angled the butt plug for entry, and then, after a pause, slowly pushed it into my hole.

Moving at a snail's pace, its length disappeared until only the bulb by which I held it remained. I turned the switch on the bulb and the butt plug emitted a low hum. The sensations inside my ass were beyond belief and I moaned in my ecstasy uncontrollably.

My prostate gland was working overtime. As if to prove the point, I grabbed my prick in my left hand and squeezed the helmet. Seminal fluid wept profusely from my prick. I scooped some onto my finger tip and put my finger into my mouth. Delicious. I repeated this action several times, now pushing my finger into my mouth, now licking the glistening fluid from my finger tip. Finally, I switched off the butt plug and slowly removed it from my hole.

And then I did the thing that I knew would drive Zoe wild. And Claudia. And Jenny. And all those women destined to see my performance. I sat on the bed and, to the amazement of the three women behind their cameras, raised my feet and linked them behind my head. Slowly, I lowered my head towards my rock-hard prick. And yes. It's true. I'm one of those lucky, lucky guys who can suck his own cock. Which I did.

I licked the seminal fluid from my helmet. I took my helmet into my mouth and sucked. Slowly, I fucked my mouth with my helmet. My flesh was salty and hot. I stopped and returned my feet to the floor. I just sat there on the edge of the bed. Slowly – to Zoe's horror, no doubt – my erection faded and, in little jerky movements, my prick sank back down to the bed. It took a long time, but I knew what I was doing, and in any case, isn't such a sight a turn-on for you women? I suspect it is.

Anyway, as I say, I knew what I was doing. When my prick was post-tumescent, I stood up and moved the towel onto the corner of the bed. And then I got astride the towel. I lowered my stomach to the bed and sort of straddled the corner with my knees. I adjusted my position until I could feel my prick pressed against the corner of the mattress, hanging down. As my knees were wide apart, my prick and balls, not to mention my butt hole, were fully revealed from behind.

I then began to fuck the bed, as it were. Yes, I raised and lowered my buttocks, repeatedly squeezing my cock against the corner of the mattress. And of course, my cock became hard again, but because it was pressed against the edge of the mattress, it couldn't stand up. Instead, it jutted down like a rod of iron.

On and on I fucked, moaning with the pleasure of it, until I knew that I was about to come. And then it happened – and for some reason, it always happens like this when I get myself off in this way – my orgasm was recorded in the most incredibly powerful spurts of semen from my prick. It must have been like watching a cow being milked. Great jets of sperm streamed down as I shuddered and groaned on the bed.

Finally, when it was over, I just had to lie there, spent. I remained in the same position for what must have been about a minute. But I knew that there was plenty for the camera to explore – my butt hole still glistening with KY Jelly, my balls still glistening with baby oil, and the last few drops of semen (I could feel them) slowly dripping from the tip of my prick. And, if they didn't miss it (which they didn't), the girls could also reveal a clever little trick I'd set up. Because yes, right there on the carpet by the corner of the bed lay my thong and (happily, Claudia captured the whole thing) the great jets of semen that had coursed from my penis had landed right on it.

At last, I rolled over and stood up, my penis now post tumescent, but still throbbing slightly. I picked up my thong. It was wet with baby oil and cum. I looked at it. Some of the semen had splattered onto the pouch, some onto the understrap. I stepped into it and pulled it on. It was wet and cold and messy.

I turned round and took the bag from the bed. I took out a white T-shirt and put it on. Then I took out a pair of denim cut-offs and put them on too, pulling them tight against my buttocks. I felt the seem pull up between my ass cheeks. And then I sat on the bed and watched the video, my butt hole and balls all sticky with cum.

When they'd switched off their cameras, the girls went wild.

'Beautiful!' said Zoe. 'Just beautiful! My thong is absolutely sopping. You didn't tell us you were a contortionist too!'

I liked the too.



Hard For Women Ch. 3



About a week later, we made the Let Me Help recording. It was an extremely enjoyable experience. It was almost as enjoyable when I got to watch it. I'll never forget Jo Jo's face. It was months after the shoot, and I was doing something in the kitchen one morning, when Jo Jo came bursting into the room.

'You really did it, didn't you?' she said. 'It really is you.'

'What are you talking about?' I asked, knowing full well.

'I've just got the latest Let Me Help,' she said. 'You're in it.'

I smiled and asked her what she thought.

'I've only just switched it in. I switched it off again when I saw it was you. I was sure, but I had to check.'

We watched the video together.

Zoe had decided she wanted to play opposite me herself. She'd also decided that the video would be shot outdoors. It was filmed beside the swimming pool in her enormous back garden. And that's what we saw when Jo Jo started the video.

I was coming out of the house with Zoe, clad in a yellow T-shirt and the inevitable denim cut-offs. Zoe was wearing a bikini and matching sarong. We spread towels on the grass near the pool and lay down to sunbathe. A brief conversation established the scenario. Zoe was the owner of a large company. I was one of her employees, working in a branch office in the sticks. I and a number of my colleagues had come up to head office for some training. Zoe was kindly putting us up in her house. Today was Saturday, and the others were off shopping in Oxford Street. Apart from this initial conversation, we hadn't worked anything out. I was going to be (literally) in Zoe's hands.

Suddenly, she said: 'Why don't you slip out of your T-shirt and shorts. Get yourself a decent tan.

I took off my T-shirt, but kept my shorts on.

Zoe looked at me. 'Aren't you wearing any underwear?' she asked.

'Yes, but…'

'Don't be shy,' she said. 'After all, I'm wearing a bikini, in case you hadn't noticed.'

'I know, but…but…'

'But what?'

'Nothing,' I said.

I undid my cut-offs and wriggled out of them, trying to hide the fact that I was wearing a thong. A tiny purple cotton thong.

'Ah! How nice!' Zoe said. 'I do like young men in thongs. They do so flatter the physique, don't you think?'

I laughed sheepishly.

'Here,' she said, handing me a bottle of suncream. 'Put some of this on.'

I rubbed some cream into my arms and legs, and then my front. I lay down in the sun. Zoe sat watching me for a few moments.

'Let me do your back,' she said.

I looked at her for a moment and then rolled over onto my stomach. My rear view filled the screen – tanned back, purple waistband, the y-shaped understrap disappearing between my equally tanned buttocks.

'Do you sunbathe in the nude?' Zoe asked.

'Not quite,' I said.

'Pity.'

Zoe rubbed suncream into my back and then squeezed some onto my buttocks. She massaged my ass cheeks with her palms. The pressure was gentle at first, but grew in intensity until she was pushing down firmly onto my flesh. Up on the screen, my buttocks were being flattened and kneaded, and I remembered how my prick had been crushed against the towel so enjoyably. Now Zoe was squeezing my butt cheeks and brazenly pulling them apart. After about twenty seconds of this squeezing and pulling, she paused, my buns as far apart as they would go. Still more brazenly, she stared at the understrap of my thong. The crinkled edges of my butt hole were clearly revealed.

'There,' she said at last. 'All done.'

I rolled onto my back, and the bulge in my pouch had visibly grown.

'I do believe you enjoyed that,' Zoe said.

I didn't reply, but she was determined to find out, and she lowered her right palm onto my pouch and lightly pressed.

'I thought so,' she said. 'You're getting hard.'

She continued to fondle my dick through the thong. The bulge grew ever more prominent.

'Why don't you let me help you?' she said.

I looked at her.

She rolled me onto my stomach and raised me up on my hands and knees. She pulled my knees wide apart. She fondled and kneaded my ass then slipped her hand between my legs. She gently rubbed my balls through the thong then firmly cupped my penis in her palm. She moved her hand from side to side and squeezed. Again she fondled my ass and even slipped her second finger into my butt crack and ran her finger tip up and down the understrap. Suddenly, in a breathtaking close-up, my ass filled the screen, and we watched Zoe's finger cheekily rubbing the puckered skin around my hidden anus. Jo Jo was mesmerised. In a medium shot, I was seen on my hands and knees, Zoe's finger still dabbling in my butt crack.

'Nice butt,' Zoe said, and with that, she lightly spanked my rear. Not an S&M sort of spank, but just a little playful petting. Five or six times she gently spanked me, and then she was kneading and squeezing again and pulling my butt cheeks apart. With a final squeeze between my legs, she told me to lie on my back.

The bulge in my thong was enormous by this time, and a little damp patch had appeared. Jo Jo had a little intake of breath. Zoe pushed my knees up to my chest and put her face close to my butt. She blew straight at my barely covered anus. I remembered her hot breath on the skin between my buttocks. Again and again she blew.

She told me to stand up. I did so. She remained kneeling beside me, her head inches from my hips. Slowly, she pulled down my thong. Bit by bit, my stiff shaft was revealed until my prick leapt up as it escaped from the pouch. Zoe lowered my thong to my ankles and I stepped out of it. She tossed it onto the towel. I made to sit down, but she wouldn't let me. She picked up the suncream and squeezed some onto my prick. She massaged my shaft lasciviously. And then she was squeezing and pinching my glans, which was purple and bulging beneath her fingers.

'Okay,' she said at last. 'Sit down.'

I sat. Zoe pushed me onto my back and slid my feet up the towel so that my knees were sticking up in the air. Gently, and with great relish, she applied suncream to my shaven balls. She touched the tiny patch of pubic hair at the base of my prick.

'Nicely clipped,' she said. 'Very fetching.'

She pulled on my prick for a while, gently but firmly wanking me with her hand. The sensation was deeply pleasant. At length, she had me on all fours again, my knees wide apart on the towel. She parted my ass cheeks and blatantly feasted her eyes on my hole. Another close-up. Hanging balls, tight anus fully exposed. She squeezed some sun cream into my crack and massaged it into my sensitive skin. She wantonly tapped my anus and then pressed it lightly with her fingertip. She moved her fingertip around in little circles and tapped again at that tiny entrance. My anal sphincter visibly tightened and relaxed. I groaned.

Zoe got me to stand up and led me by the prick to a sunlounger near the pool. She brought a towel with her and spread it on the sunlounger. I lay down on it on my back. Zoe knelt beside me, her nose inches from my prick.

'Ah!' she said outrageously. 'Horny scent!'

She raised my knees to my chest so that my asshole was cruelly revealed. Again, she massaged my cleft, lingering with great pleasure on my hole. And then she coated her second and third fingers with suncream. She tapped her second finger tip at the entrance. And then, slowly, gently, she inserted her second finger into my hole. As she advanced a millimetre at a time, my anal sphincter seemed to suck on her finger. Finally, she was in up to her knuckle and she moved her finger about deliciously.

Now she bent her fingertip and pulled back a little. Pre-cum oozed out of my penis. Now she revolved her whole finger and my asshole stung. She continued to probe the depths of my anus, encouraged by my mounting moans. And then, incredibly, she slipped her third finger in beside her second, much quicker this time. First she bent her fingertips in unison. Then she employed a sort of running motion, her two fingers sprinting deep inside my hole. And there, up there on the screen, my poor little sphincter stretched and gulped around the base of those two probing fingers. Jo Jo gasped.

Finally, after a prolonged exploration, Zoe withdrew her fingers. She led me, again towel in hand, to a garden table near the pool. She spread the towel on the table and once more I lay down on my back. She wanked my gently for a while, the head of my penis glistening in the sun.

'Have you ever tasted your semen?' she suddenly asked.

I looked at her, unable to speak.

She paused in her wanking and asked again.

'N-n-no,' I replied.

'But you must,' she said. 'What could be more delicious?'

And with that, she pulled my knees up to my chest and kept going until my ass lifted off the table and rose up into the air. Suddenly, I was face to face with my prick.

'Open your mouth,' Zoe said.

I opened it.

Zoe wanked me ferociously this time until I was snorting and moaning with delight. Faster and faster she pulled until I let out a loud grunt of ecstasy. With great precision, Zoe aimed my penis at my mouth and a hot spurt of semen cascaded onto my tongue. Another spurt followed. And another. The tangy salt taste seemed to fill my mouth. And then, as the spurts began to subside, Zoe changed her aim, and the semen splashed down on my cheeks, my nose, my lips. Finally, it was over.

Zoe sat me up on the table.

'Open up,' she said.

I opened my mouth. White semen bubbled on my tongue.

'Good,' she said. 'Now swallow it down.'

I swallowed.

'Show!' Zoe said.

I opened my mouth once more. The semen had disappeared.

'Now lick your lips clean,' she said, 'and swallow it down.'

I did so.

Zoe scooped the remainder of the semen from my lips and nose onto her finger tip.

'Lick it up,' she said.

Again, I did as I was told.

'Good boy,' Zoe said.

She led me back to the pool, and we both lay down to sunbathe. My prick lay back on my belly. The camera zoomed in to show a few late globules of semen gathering on my stomach and drying in the sun.

Jo Jo switched off the video.

'You were great,' she said. 'Fantastic. Absolutely bloody outrageous, in fact. One of the dirtiest, raunchiest videos I've ever seen. I can't wait to show my friends.'

I gasped.