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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:

WOMEN!

Tired of all those softcore porn videos for women? Seen enough of limp-dicked men? Looking for something HARDER?

Hard For Women

proudly presents

“A Man”s Pleasure”

60 mins. of single men doing what comes naturally. Hot and creamy action. Every nook and cranny probed and revealed. By the end, these guys are dripping with it. And have you every wondered what they look like afterwards? You”ll see!

Volume 1 – Martin works up a sweat (amongst other things), Tony delivers, and Greg comes up to scratch!

Warning: Explicit close-up footage of the erect penis, solo male masturbation and ejaculation. Includes some close-up shots of the male anus and anal self-penetration.

“Let Me Help”

60 mins. of inexperienced men being taken in hand by confident, fully-clothed women. Guaranteed to make a splash, these women really know what they”re at, investigating every last inch of their subjects before working them into a lather. But it”s left to the guys to clean up afterwards!

Volume 1 – Allie shows Robbie the way to a wet bottom, Martina pulls it off for Gary, and Janey teaches Marc to shoot!

Warning: Explicit close-up footage of the erect penis and men being masturbated to ejaculation by women. Includes some close-up shots of the male anus and anal penetration and stimulation.

“Spank The Guy”

60 mins. of husbands, boyfriends and male employees receiving their just deserts. See them blush! These women aren”t messing around, and the results of their handiwork are plain for all to see.

Volume 1 – Sue makes Dave see red, Helen leaves her mark on Roger, and Ruth has Oliver purple with rage!

Warning: Explicit, uncut close-up footage of men being spanked and paddled by women. Hard action which leaves a very visible mark. The male anus features in my shots, the erect penis in others.

Please note that these videos are extremely graphic, including scenes of a highly intimate erotic nature and men in a full state of sexual arousal. Genuine male orgasms are recorded, with nothing cut or hidden from view. Please do not purchase if likely to be offended.

There was a P.O. Box number for catalogue requests and the following small note in the bottom righthand corner:

Male and female actors required. Contact Lizzie on 28 8888 4888

I had to show the ad to my girlfriend, Jo Jo, who”d never been content with “Pages For Ladies”, even though she religiously picked it up from the newsagents every month.

“Look at that!”, she”d say, pointing at a page (in both senses). “It”s obvious he”s post-tumescent. Why don”t they show the real thing?”

It was the same with “Hunky Revelations”, the ridiculous softcore video she”d ordered from somewhere. Bloodless members dangling and swaying. Just laughable. No wonder she had me stripping for her every other night. Stripping and…doing what comes naturally. Acts she thoughtfully recorded on video and replayed into the small hours on most occasions. Not that she”d paddled me so far.

Anyway, I showed her the ad, and sure enough, she was ecstatic.

“I want to order all three,” she said. “I mean, apart from anything else, it”ll give you a rest!”

“Actually, I was thinking of applying,” I said. “I could do with the money.”

“Applying?” she asked.

I pointed to the bottom right-hand corner of the ad.

“Oh yeah! You wouldn”t dare!” she laughed.

Little did she know, but I didn”t say anything.

The following morning, when I should have been looking for work – except I was looking for work, wasn”t I? – I took the ad to the phone and picked up the receiver. Got cold feet. Pottered about. Had a coffee. Went back to the phone. Got cold feet. Went down to the shops. Picked up a newspaper. Came back. Went to the phone. Picked up the receiver. Put it down. Sat down. Took a notebook out of my pocket. Picked up the receiver. Dialled the magic 28 number. It rang. A woman with a cockney accent answered the phone. Our conversation went something like this:

Voice: Hello?

Me: (Bloody hell! You could say the fucking number. I might have misdialled. I can”t exactly get down to the nitty-gritty.) Is that um…Lizzie?”

Lizzie: Speaking.

Me: Video company?

Lizzie: That”s right.

Me: I”m ringing about the ad.

Lizzie: If you want to place an order you need to write, pet.

Me: No, I mean the acting thing. Actors required.

Lizzie: Are you phoning on your own behalf?

Me: Yeah.

Lizzie: And you want to be an actor in one of our videos?

Me: Yeah.

Lizzie: Listen, love, I”m going to speak bloody direct, right? Just in case you haven”t got the picture. Our videos are bloody explicit. Blokes jerking off. Close up. Cum shots. Anus shots. Finger-up-the-anus shots sometimes. I”m only telling you cos I don”t want to waste your time, like.

Me: Well, I”ve read the advert.

Lizzie: It ain”t exaggerated.

Me: Right.

Lizzie: And you”re definitely interested.

Me: Yeah.

Lizzie: Good on yer! You”d better come round for a chat.

Me: Fine.

Lizzie: When are you free?

Me: Anytime, really.

Lizzie: How about tomorrow morning at ten?

Me: Okay.

So I gave my name, took down the address and that was that.

Next morning, a little early, perhaps, I presented myself at the H4W office in Sleam Street in Soho. A woman who turned out to be Lizzie was sitting at the reception desk. She welcomed me and took me into an office. A woman in her late thirties was sitting behind a desk. Smart suit. Nice make-up. Quite attractive. Zoe.

After the usual preliminary social niceties, our conversation went something along these lines:

Zoe: I gather Lizzie warned you?

Me: Warned me?

Zoe: What you might call our requirements. Of our actors.

Me: Oh, right. Right. Yeah, she did. Yeah.

Zoe: Doesn”t bother you?

Me: No. Fine.

Zoe: Good for you. Done this sort of thing before?

Me: No, not really.

Zoe: What do you mean, not really? Have you or haven”t you?

Me: Promise not to laugh?

Zoe: Give it a whirl.

Me: I strip for my girlfriend. And do what comes naturally, as your ad puts it. She”s got a video camera. She records the performances.

Zoe: Well, that”s good, Keith. It is Keith, isn”t it?

Me: Yeah.

Zoe: That”s good. At least the camera won”t throw you. Do you want to get your kit off?

Me: In general or now?

Zoe: Very funny. Now. No point going on if you aren”t suitable.

Me: Fair enough. Do you want me to do a sort of strip or something?

Zoe: No. I just want to see what you look like.

And with that, she got up and left the room. I stood about for a moment, a bit nonplussed, and then decided I was meant to take my clothes off there and then. I was down to my briefs and socks when she came back. She was lugging a video camera on a tripod.

“Don”t worry,” she said. “There isn”t a tape in it. I just want to see how you look on screen.”

She plugged in the camera and switched it on. I was out of my briefs by this time. She looked at me.

“Yeah, you”re in pretty good shape,” she said. “Turn round a sec.”

I did so. “Yeah. Decent butt. Let”s see you erect, then.”

I turned and faced her. “Erect?”

“Don”t say I”m wasting my time. I thought you said Lizzie explained.”

“She did,” I said. “It isn”t that. It”s just that…Have you got a magazine, or something?”

“Oh, right,” she said. “Need a bit of…stimulation, do you?”

“A bit. I mean, it isn”t exactly a boudoir in here, is it?”

“Bloody isn”t!”

With that, she rummaged round a bit and passed me a small magazine. Small but extremely explicit. My prick was rapidly on parade.

Zoe got behind the camera.

“Nice,” she said. “Not huge, but big enough. Lean back a bit. Feet more apart.”

I did so.

“Fine. Let”s see you sideways on.”

I turned.

“Other side.”

I adjusted my position.

“Great. Now give yourself a few slow pulls. Enjoy it.”

I followed her instructions.

“This is good. Um…Could you just kneel on the sofa. Head that end, butt this, please.”

I got myself into position. She manoeuvred the camera. Looked through it.

“Knees wide apart,” she said. “And rest your chest on the seat.”

I had an idea what she was after. I lowered my chest to the sofa and stuck my butt out.

“Your butt hole”s quite deep set,” she said. “It”s not a problem as such, but can you show it to me?”

I pulled my butt cheeks apart.

“Brilliant. Nice and tight.” she said. “Thing is, it”s important. You know what our customers want to see? Not the usual limp dicks and pert butts. They want to see men aroused. Tossing themselves off. Being tossed off. Coming. And they want to see a nice butt hole. Kind of like the last little secret. Sit down.”

I smiled at her abruptness and got myself comfortable. Zoe turned off the camera.

“Speaking of which,” she said, “how far will you go? Anal penetration a problem?”

“With what?”

“Your finger?”

“Okay.”

“Butt-plug?”

“I guess.”

“Actress”s finger?”

“No problem.”

“Actress armed with butt-plug?”

“At a pinch.”

“Fine.” She paused. “Can you remember the names of our videos?”

“Um, let me see,” I said. “A Man”s Pleasure?”

“Right.”

“Shall I Help?”

“Let Me Help.”

“Oh yeah. And what was it? “Spank…The Guy” or something?”

“Spank The Guy”. Yeah. Good. So let me just make a note. “A Man”s Pleasure” wouldn”t be a problem?”

“Not at all.”

“And from what you were just saying about the finger, you”d be available for “Let Me Help”, I take it?”

“Yeah.”

“What about “Spank The Guy”?”

“Dunno. Bit of a new experience, that would be. Sounds as if it”s pretty realistic.”

“It is realistic. I won”t lie to you.”

“Would a cane be involved at all?”

“Not unless you were happy about it. Spanking. Paddling. The odd hairbrush, sort of thing.”

“And a fair amount of pain?”

“Nothing dangerous. Minimum requirement, a nice pair of reddened butt cheeks. And I don”t mean pink. Deep red. Purple would be great, but we don”t insist on it. More pay if you agreed to it, mind.”

“Yeah?”

“Basically, the thing to bear in mind is…Red usually goes in a day or less. With purple, you might be talking three days. But absolutely no lasting damage. Guaranteed.”

“Can I think about it?”

“Of course. The only thing is…I mean, we need guys for “A Man”s Pleasure” and “Let Me Help”, but we really really need them for “Spank The Guy”. So what I”m saying is, if you could manage all three, we”d be very very interested indeed. Feel free to get dressed, by the way.”

I got up and went over to my clothes, suddenly realising I”d forgotten to take off my socks.

“Sorry,” I said, raising my right foot. “I forgot about the socks.”

“Actually, they”re quite a turn-on.”

I got dressed.

Zoe organised some coffee then offered to show me round. I accepted.

She led me out of her office and took me down a narrow corridor. She indicated a door on the left.

“That”s one of the studios,” she said quietly, “but we can”t go in now. They”re recording.”

And with that, we heard a sharp slap through the door. We both smiled.

She led me into another studio, which was empty, and closed the door.

“I don”t know what it is about spanking,” she said, “but women really love to watch it. Not if it”s women on the receiving end, of course – although some women love that too – but men being spanked. Such a turn-on! I don”t think it”s the dominance thing as such. It”s just so incredibly…well, naughty, I suppose. And fascinating. And delicious. Ask your girlfriend.”

“I will,” I said.

I looked round the studio. It wasn”t really a studio at all. Just a largish room. Bed, desk, shower-cubicle, a few chairs, TV. Cupboard and so forth. Huge mirror. Quite ordinary. Except, of course, for the cameras on tripods. Three of those.

Suddenly, the door opened and a man and three women came in.

“Keith,” said Zoe. “Claudia and Jenny, who do the recordings. And Ricky and Juliet, two of our actors. “Let Me Help”, is it, Ricky?

Ricky said it was.

“Keith may act for us in the future,” Zoe observed, and with that, she led me from the room.

By the time we got back to her office, I”d decided.

“Okay,” I said. “I”ll do all three.”

A couple of weeks later, and about a week before I was scheduled to do my first shoot, my girlfriend rushed out into the garden, where I was mowing the lawn. She was clearly excited about something.

“Keith! Come in a minute!” she gabbled.

Intrigued, I followed her into the house. She led me into the sitting-room.

“They weren”t kidding,” she said, and handed me a video box.

It was “Let Me Help” Volume 1. The cover was tame enough – a guy in underpants sitting on a bed with a fully-clothed woman standing next to him – but a warning text box promised the works.

“Look at this bit,” said Jo Jo, before I had the chance to speak.

She pushed the play button on the remote control. I looked at the screen.

A naked guy was sort of lying on a bed, and a women was brazenly jerking him off. Allie and Robbie, as it turned out. I say “sort of”, because Robbie had pulled his knees up to his chest, his ass slightly raised off the bed. Allie had a firm grip of his erect penis, which she appeared to be aiming at the ceiling. The camera zoomed in. Glistening helmet, shaved shaft and balls, puckered asshole.

Allie wanked Robbie slowly and then paused. She squeezed his helmet. A large drop of seminal fluid escaped through the eye. And then Allie pumped away furiously to the sound of Robbie”s moans. And then the camera recorded what must be one of the biggest flukes in the history of porn video. Allie aimed Robbie”s penis skywards and a long jet of sperm shot up into the air. Incredibly, when it fell back down again, it landed straight on Robbie”s butt hole. An absolute bull”s-eye! Further jets of sperm shot up and dropped down – some landing on his balls, some on the area between the balls and butt-cleft, and some on the verge of the cleft itself.

Finally, Robbie was spent. Allie pulled his butt-cheeks wide apart and the camera lingered on the aftermath. The little patch of sperm on Robbie”s anus glistened and winked. You could practically feel the wetness on your hole.

Allie scooped as much cum as she could into his crack, slowly and painstakingly adding it to the patch on his asshole. And then, unbelievably, she massaged that patch until the semen bubbled and creamed. She tested its stickiness between her thumb and forefinger and then wiped it back onto Robbie”s butt-hole. And then she did it. Slowly, with her second finger, she pushed some of that semen into his anus. Her finger returned, gathered some more cream, and pushed it deep into his tunnel. Eight times she must have repeated that action, methodically feeding the frothing cum into Robbie”s most private depths.

On her final dive, she kept her finger deep inside. She moved her hand around, clearly massaging the walls of his tunnel and prostate gland. She paused. Massaged again. Paused. Massaged again. Robbie moaned, but the camera remained up close, cruelly devouring his pulsing sphincter as it seemed to suck on Allie”s finger. Finally, Allie slipped her finger out, but still the camera stayed where it was. Wilting prick, a few late droplets of sperm around the eye; cum-festooned balls; and the messiest butt-hole conceivable, all sticky with the remains of the sperm.

Jo Jo stopped the video.

“Fucking unbelievable!” she said. “Whoever owns that company deserves to be a millionaire.”

Stunned at what I”d let myself in for, I tried to sound nonchalant.

“So you ordered it, then? Good for you!”

“Not it. All three of them. They came today. I haven”t watched the other two yet, but Jeeze, I sure know what to expect!”

So did I!

***
Chapter 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!”

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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.

***
Chapter 4

The day finally came round for the Spank The Guy shoot. I’d agreed with Zoe that purple would be all right, and as it would probably take about three days to recover, I told Jo Jo that I was off to stay with an old schoolfriend for a few days. In reality, I checked into a hotel.

I turned up at the studio on the day of the recording, pretty apprehensive but also turned-on.

My opposite number was a woman of about forty – not so young, but still attractive. Her name was Nikki. As usual, Zoe, Jenny and Claudia were to operate the cameras.

We had a quick coffee together, and then I got changed for my part. The scenario was pretty ridiculous. I was supposed to be a professional tennis player and Nikki was my coach. Anyway, I got changed into my tennis kit and rejoined the women in the studio. They’d transformed one corner into a mock-up of a changing-room. Locker, wooden bench, that sort of thing. Nikki was in a tracksuit.

Zoe said ‘Action’ and Nikki and I stood facing each other.

‘You lost again,’ said Nikki. ‘I can’t believe it. I spend hours and hours working on your backhand and it’s as if I’d never bothered.’

‘I’m sorry,’ I said. ‘He was just too good for me.’

‘Sorry won’t cut any ice,’ Nikki said. ‘I warned you what would happen if you lost again. I’m going to give you the tanning of a lifetime.’

‘Please don’t,’ I said.

‘It’s no good trying to get round me. Take your shorts off! Now!’

Sheepishly, I undid my shorts and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them. I was wearing a yellow thong.

Nikki pulled me across to the bench. She sat down.

‘Now get yourself over my knee,’ she said.

I got myself into position.

Nikki grabbed my right wrist in her left hand and pulled it behind my back. She stroked my buttocks gently with her right hand.

‘This little butt of yours is going to smart,’ she said. ‘It’s going to burn like hell. You’ll be literally glowing when I’ve finished with you.’

She paused to let her words sink in. Raised her hand above her head. Paused again. And then she brought her hand down sharply. A loud crack echoed round the room. My right buttock stung like hell. Again, she raised her hand and waited. And then there was another loud crack, and this time my left buttock stung. Slowly but relentlessly she continued, smacking me again and again. My butt cheeks got hotter and hotter. I wriggled about in real pain.

‘Keep still!’ Nikki barked, and slapped my ass yet again.

After about five minutes, she told me to stand up. She led me to a large mirror on the ‘changing-room’ wall. She made me look over my shoulder at what she had done. My butt was quite red.

‘Now get back to the bench,’ she said.

She forced me to bend over and place the palms of my hands on the bench. Suddenly, she yanked down my thong and pulled my ankles out of it one by one. She went to the locker and took out a bottle of baby oil.

‘This will make it sting even more,’ she said, as she liberally applied the oil to my burning buttocks. Lingeringly, she massaged the oil in, occasionally pinching my buttocks quite hard. ‘And don’t think you’re in for another spanking,’ she said. ‘That was just the warm-up. You’re going to be paddled my boy.’

And with that, she returned to the locker. I glanced over my shoulder. She brought out a wooden paddle. Involuntarily, I took in a sharp intake of breath.

‘Oh yes,’ she said. ‘You might gasp.’

She stood above me for a moment, then brought the paddle down hard on my right buttock. A sharp explosion of pain lit up my ass.

‘Arrgh!’ I involuntarily yelled.

Instantly, Nikki laid into my left buttock. Again I cried out.

She continued to paddle me slowly and hard. The thwacks sounded deafening. What had started as a feeling of warmth across my ass slowly grew into a searing, burning rawness. I was breathing long and deep, my head thrown back, teeth clenched, but the pain was overwhelming.

After about five minutes, Nikki suddenly pulled my ankles wide apart. She grabbed my butt cheeks and opened them.

‘Nice and hot,’ she said. ‘But the skin between your butt cheeks is quite white. We’ll have to do something about that. Hold them apart!’

I didn’t do anything. A huge thwack of the paddle cracked into my buttocks. I quickly pulled my butt cheeks wide apart.

What happened next was almost surreal. It was hard to imagine how Nikki had come up with the idea. She fetched a clear plastic ruler, about two feet long and fairly thick. She held this close to my butt cleft, aiming at the inner skin of my left buttock. She pulled the tip of the ruler right back and let go. It twanged against my flesh with a horrible smack. The pain was unbelievable. She turned her attention to my right buttock and repeated her attack. Again and again she applied the ruler – left, right, left, right – gradually working down from the area at the top of my crack to the skin on either side of my butt hole. I was practically bucking.

But worse was to come. Next, she fetched a curious invention of her own. It was about the same length as the ruler, and was also made of clear plastic, but only about a centimetre wide. To my horror, she poised it above my butt hole. Again, she pulled the tip back, but not as far as before, and let it go. She obviously knew what she was doing, because I’d never have been able to bear a sharper pain, and I don’t think my sphincter would have stood a sharper blow.

‘Oh shit!’ I bawled as a sharp pain shot up my spine.

Three times she did that, and it was enough.

She told me to lie on my back on the bench. She lifted my knees up, rather as if she were going to change a diaper, and spanked my buttocks hard. She paddled me in the same position, extending her strokes to the tops of my thighs.

When I thought she’d done, she led me once more to the mirror. My ass cheeks were dark red.

‘Now get back into your things,’ she said, promptly leaving the ‘room’.

Still reeling from my latest paddling, I somehow got myself into my thong and tennis shorts.

Nikki reappeared with a women I’d never met before. She was in her early twenties and was absolutely gorgeous. Stunning, in fact. She too was wearing a tennis kit – tight white top, incredibly short white skirt, white socks and tennis shoes. She was holding a tennis racket.

‘This is Andy,’ Nikki improvised. ‘Andy – Veronica. Veronica would like me to act as her coach.’

Absurdly, we shook hands.

‘Now the thing is, Veronica,’ Nikki immediately shot out, ‘I told you my methods were…unusual. But I wanted you to see for yourself. I’ve been punishing Andy for his far too sloppy approach.’

Nikki eyed me for a moment.

‘Turn round and lower your shorts,’ she barked.

‘What?!’ I spluttered.

‘I said turn round and lower your shorts!’

Sheepishly, I turned my back on the women and did as I had been told.

‘This is what you can expect if you let me down,’ she explained. ‘As you can see, his pert little butt is quite red. It is not, however, by any means red enough.’

And with that, she bent me forcefully over the bench again. I couldn’t believe I was in for yet more correction.

‘Now show me your forehand,’ she commanded.

I looked over my shoulder in horror. Veronica, with a look of delightfully feigned confusion, struck an imaginary tennis ball in mid air.

‘No, no, no!’ Nikki scoffed. ‘Not like that! On his ass!’

Veronica paused. ‘Are you serious?’ she finally inquired.

‘Absolutely.’

Veronica walked towards me. I watched her, mesmerised. She planted her feet firmly on the floor behind me and leant forward slightly. Slowly, she swung her racket back and wiggled her butt. I felt my eyes widen. She struck.

Now, don’t get me wrong. She didn’t hit me as hard as you would strike a tennis ball. No doubt she would have injured me if she had. No, no. Nothing like that. But she knew what she was doing. She didn’t go gently either. Oh yes, she knew what she was about.

It’s difficult to describe the sensation. When you’re spanked, you feel the heat on a small area of your buttock. It’s the same when you’re paddled, except the sting, of course, is much much sharper. But with a tennis racket! Man, the whole of my right buttock seemed to burst with pain.

‘Keep going,’ Nikki ordered.

Veronica thwacked my right buttock about twenty times before being instructed to demonstrate her backhand. This she did on my left buttock. At least another twenty thwacks. The pain seemed to creep up my spine till it reached my neck. I bucked and snorted, rocked about and moaned.

‘Okay,’ Nikki finally prompted. ‘Let’s see how we’re doing.’

And with that, she started fondling my butt cheeks, encouraging Veronica to do likewise.

‘Mm! Nice! Very warm,’ Nikki said.

‘Warm?’ Veronica blurted out. ‘His ass is practically on fire.’

‘No, no,’ Nikki responded. ‘Not quite yet.’

I sighed.

‘And in any case, I want you to have a vague idea what it feels like. Could you bend over the bench, please?’

Veronica and I both looked at Nikki to make sure she really meant what we thought she meant.

‘Oh, don’t worry,’ Nikki said to Veronica. I’m not actually going to spank you. You haven’t done anything wrong yet.’

We all laughed at the ‘yet’ as Veronica assumed the position.

‘Stand up, Andy,’ Nikki ordered.

I did so.

‘Now, let’s see,’ she said to Veronica. ‘I hope you’re wearing what I told you to wear.’

And with that, she lifted Veronica’s skirt, revealing, to my amazement, the strappy little back of a lovely white thong and a pair of deliciously tanned buttocks. The thought of Veronica serving make my prick twitch.

‘Ah, good!’ Nikki said.

She positioned me behind Veronica and pushed me forward till my thong pouch nestled between her ass cheeks, my straining dick nestling against the fabric that covered her butt hole.

Nikki pulled my ankles wide apart and bent me over Veronica’s back. She picked up the paddle from the bench.

‘And now you’re really going to learn your lesson,’ she observed.

Man, did she paddle me – long and hard, till my ass cheeks were searing with pain. I was snorting and sweating, and each time she laid into me, my prick firmly stabbed at Veronica’s ass hole.

Finally, I could take it no longer and I felt the semen burst from my tip.

‘Oh, my God!’ Veronica complained, ‘I can feel something wet between my cheeks!’

Nikki pulled me back angrily and checked. Sure enough, the front of my pouch and the skin between Veronica’s butt cheeks were soaked.

‘Oh, you bad boy!’ Nikki snarled.

She pushed me down onto the bench and again forced me into the position of a baby being changed.

With Veronica holding my knees to my chest, Nikki paddled my ass and thighs again and again. Finally, I really was purple.

Veronica released my legs and Nikki unexpectedly whipped off my thong. My cum-festooned prick slapped against my stomach, visibly post-tumescent.

Nikki got Veronica to pull my legs back again and spread my butt cheeks wide. This she achieved by straddling the bench, sitting on my face, bending forward and trapping my legs with her chest, and pulling my ass cheeks apart with her hands. I could taste my semen and Veronica’s juices on her thong.

I couldn’t see anything, but guessed what was going to happen. And sure enough, Nikki retrieved that thin plastic thing and let my sphincter have it once more – or five times more, to be precise. My legs jerked and convulsed uncontrollably beneath Veronica’s chest and I think I came pretty close to passing out.

As Veronica finally climbed off me and one of the cameras moved in close, I felt the hot tears streaming from my eyes. Even so, I managed a cheeky smile.

THE END

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One Response to “Hard For Women – A Femdom Cfnm Story”  

  1. 1 Tawanna Cardelli

    Super article, Was so bored, this read made my night! LOL at some of ya peeps!

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