Cfnm Randy Summers Working Hard In Hollywood Pt 02

I was really pissed off at Rusty Myerson. I knew he was unhappy that two of his leading ladies had coerced him into featuring some male nudity in his usual Tits-and-Ass movies. From the way he talked during our meeting at the Polo Lounge, I should have suspected that he would find some way to make the experience unpleasant for me.

I did not expect to be rip-stripped, tied to a live horse, groped by villagers, drenched in stage blood and doused with rain. I debated reporting my treatment to my agent, Shirley. Then I decided that I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. He picked a manly man with a good set of balls, physically and mentally, and I wasn't going to go crying to my agent that the shoot had been difficult. He could go fuck himself as far as I was concerned.

I was cold and wet, still covered in make-up 'dirt', white mud and stage blood. I just wanted a hot shower and to get home. Even though the set seemed deserted, I still couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching me as I headed for the dressing trailer. I was even more uneasy that the lock on the trailer door wasn't working. Also, there was no door or curtain on the shower stall.

As I let the hot water from the shower cascade down my taught, muscular and slightly sore body, I noticed that my cock was still at throbbing, rock-hard attention; and why not? The sight of vampire Bambi in her see-through nightgown displaying her insanely large tits and beautiful bush had me drooling. When she put her hands all over my body during the shoot I thought I would blow my load.

I soaped up my body, luxuriating in the feel of the suds. As I remembered feeling the heat from Bambi's body as she stood close to me, I couldn't help but stroke my cock. Although I was angry at the way my body had been used I was also wildly turned-on. I was so occupied tugging on my balls and furiously beating my meat that I did not hear the door of the trailer open and close. I heard a female voice.

"You're right Bambi, he's BEAUTIFUL!"

I wheeled around in surprise to see a spectacular blonde woman standing there wearing a nude-colored sports bra and yoga shorts. Her breasts were every bit as sumptuous as Bambi's. I attempted to cover my turgid cock with my hands. Then I heard Bambi's voice.

"See Thumper, I told you so. And you didn't believe me when I said he had a hot jizz stick!"

"I love the guys on our crew, but he's so much more fun to look at than that bunch of beer-bellied rednecks! I'm so jealous I wasn't in the scene with you!"

"I bet. His muscles feel as good as they look, and his cock and ass are amazing!"

I stood there in the shower, trying to maintain some semblance of modesty as Thumper approached.

"Come on pretty boy. I want a good look too. After all, the only reason you're here is so that we can both get an eyeful of your goodies. Bambi can't have all the fun!"

She reached out to pull my hands away from covering my crotch. Remembering Rusty's veiled threats about what would happen to me if I were caught fooling around with his actresses, I tried my best to resist as she kept tugging at me.

"What's the matter beautiful? You're not gay are you? Bambi...you told me he was straight!"

"Well his dick sure had a good time with me out on the set. Maybe he's Bi."

Thumper was quite strong and I was really struggling to keep my privates, private.

"Ladies...uh...ladies...I assure you that I'm not gay and I'm very...flattered by the attention...really...but Mr. Myerson gave me the impression..."

Bambi spoke up.

"That fucking bastard told you we were off limits didn't he!"

"Well...he mentioned that he wouldn't like..."

Thumper chimed in.

"That son-of a bitch!"

Bambi walked over to the shower stall. She was wearing a short, terrycloth robe which she opened and let fall to the floor. She was wearing the tiniest bikini swimsuit I had ever seen. The top consisted of some strings that held two miniscule triangles of fabric that barely covered her nipples. The bottom was no more than some strings holding up a rectangle of fabric that barely covered her vagina. Her dark pubes were plainly visible through the thin cloth. I felt my jaw drop.

If possible, her breasts seemed even larger than they had appeared on the set. I was mesmerized. She pulled my hands away from my own groin and placed them on her ample breasts.

"Rusty thinks that just because he paid for these that he owns them! Well, they're not on his body, are they Randy? They're on MY body."

I heard myself babble something incoherently.

"Run your hands over my boobies, Randy...touch them...squeeze them. If you don't I might call Security...Randy might not like that Bambi and I were here with you all naked and hard."

I obliged. I didn't care about Rusty Myerson. I was cross-eyed with lust. I could feel my cock jumping and twitching wildly. Even my landlady Vera was not this amply gifted. Where Vera's breasts felt like plastic bowls, Bambi's were more like firm but yielding pillows.

Thumper reached in, turned off the shower and stood behind me. I could feel her bodacious ta-tas pressed against the muscles in my back. She grabbed my narrow hips and pulled tight against me. She reached around. With one hand she began massaging my nut sack. With the other hand she started slowly milking my cock. Bambi spoke again.

"Do you like my titties, Randy?"

My voice was a hoarse whisper.

"Yes...gawd yes!"

"Kiss them...lick them."

I was crazed with lust and drooling as my tongue glided over and around her luscious mounds and along her spectacular cleavage. I tried to move one of the small triangles covering one of Bambi's nipples, but she stopped me.

"No, Randy. If I stay dressed then we're not having REAL sex...so Rusty can't bitch."

I groaned and tried to suckle her tits through the thin fabric. Thumper's hands on my cock and balls were amazing. My hips started bucking as though they had a life of their own. These ladies were experts. I imagine that any man would give either of them anything they wanted. I could feel the pre-cum oozing from my piss slit as Thumper stroked my cock.

Bambi leaned in close, grabbed the back of my head and kissed me so deeply that I could barely breathe. Thumper was busily kissing my neck, shoulders and back. Being handled by the two of them was making me crazy.

"It's better without the fangs, isn't it baby?"

All I could do was dumbly nod my head. Thumper leaned in and whispered in my ear.

"I want to watch you and Bambi."

She left the shower stall and sat in a nearby chair. Her sports bra and yoga shorts were damp from being pressed against my wet body. I couldn't believe it when she stuck her hand down her shorts and started fingering her pussy!

"Come on Bambs...give me a show! I want to see some indecent exposure!"

As if on cue, Bambi firmly pushed me against the shower wall. She grabbed both my nipples and tweaked them...so hard that I let out a cry. Bambi laughed.

"You went through worse than that on the set. Let me see how much of a man you are!"

She punched and slapped at my firm, flat pecs. Then she rabbit punched my ripped, cum-gutter abs.

"Crunch 'em for me baby! Gawd...it's almost an 8-pack!"

Bambi dug her fingernails into my firm thighs. She ran her hands all over my body, squeezing, kneading and punching every hard, sculpted muscle. My cock was jerking wildly with every heartbeat. I heard Thumper moaning as she spoke.

"Fuck...he's so much hotter than those flabby freaks we work with. We should have made Rusty do this ages ago! Really display him for me...watching you both is making my pussy so wet!"

Bambi turned the shower on just a trickle. She turned me around so that my backside was facing Thumper. Bambi squeezed in front of me, grabbed my throbbing cock and placed it between her thighs. I thought I would blow my load right then and there. Then she grabbed the bar of soap and began lathering my back. I worked my shoulder muscles and lats, trying to give Thumper some masturbation inspiration.

Bambi released my cock from between her thighs and knelt down, soaping up my ankles and working her way up my muscular legs. She paid particular attention to my bubble butt and ass crack. I felt one of her soapy fingers pushing at my hole.

"Bambi...I don't really like..."

She took her hands and slapped both my butt cheeks...hard. I heard myself yelp in pain.

"Are we gonna get a show from you or are we going to call for Security?"

"NO...no...please..."

"That's better, pretty boy."

She slapped my ass again.

"Damn Thumper...his butt is rock-hard! Now Randy, let me see that hole...spread those cheeks for me!"

I reached around and did as instructed, giving both girls a clear view of my pink hole. I felt her soapy finger slowly but firmly entering my nether region. Her finger went deeper and deeper, until I could feel her massaging my prostate. The sensation caused gobs of pre-cum to spurt from my piss slit.

"Holy shit Bambi! Finger fuck 'em...yeah!"

I don't really like my hole played with. And I really don't like things being shoved up my ass, but Bambi's actions had my cock and balls tingling. I felt as though I could blow my load any minute. Thumper shouted.

"I wanna see his front! Worship his fuckin' muscles for me!"

Bambi quickly pulled her finger from my ass and spun me around so that I was facing Thumper. By now she had both hands down the front of her yoga shorts. She started giving Bambi and me instructions.

"Flex those biceps gorgeous! C'mon Bambs...really feel him up!"

I flexed my biceps and tried a few 'muscle-man' type poses. Bambi scooted behind me, reached around and began soaping up my arms. Then she lathered up my firm, flat pecs, tweaking my nipples with her fingernails. She worked her way down to my cum-gutter abs, strumming them with her fingers as though she were playing a guitar. A steady stream of pre-cum was drooling from my piss slit.

I was totally helpless and totally turned-on. I reached down to give my throbbing member a few strokes but Thumper wasn't having it.

"No touching yourself! Get those hands behind your head beefcake, and leave 'em there!"

My mouth was dry and I was practically panting.

Almost as if on cue Bambi began licking one of my armpits. Thumper let out a squeal. Bambi's tongue traveled across my broad, muscular chest to lick my other armpit. My entire body was quivering with lust. Her tongue found its way to one of my nipples. She licked and teased my nipple to hardness. Then without warning she bit down. I yelped in pain as my body jerked backwards. Thumper barked.

"C'mon...take it like a man. That's why Bambi and I wanted Rusty to hire you; so we could get some manly-man action!"

Bambi's mouth worked its way over to my other nipple. She started by licking my nipple until it hardened and then began lightly nibbling. I squirmed, trying to pull my tortured nipple away from her teeth. I stifled a scream. I was being sexually abused but I didn't want it to stop!

Bambi finally released my poor nipple. It felt raw. She stood behind me again and reached her hands through my legs. With one hand she grabbed my nut sack and began squeezing, with the other hand she began pulling on my cock. It felt as if she were trying to pull my 'nads right off!

I stood there, with my hands still behind my head, and all I could do was groan in pain and pleasure. My balls ached and my cock was throbbing. Bambi spun me sideways and again pushed me against the shower wall. She took a wide swing and slapped my cock so hard that I gasped. Bambi finally spoke.

"Any guy on the crew would give his right nut for what you've been getting. Well...I suppose you're too young to appreciate. Thumper...I think we've toyed with Randy enough...I don't want to kill him or anything."

Thumper's hands were still down her shorts, massaging her pussy. She nodded. Bambi spoke again and moved close to me.

"You've actually been a good sport. We had a bet going as to whether you were a real man or just a pretty-boy poser."

Once I caught my breath I was able to croak out an answer.

"Who won?"

"Can't you tell? You did."

Thumper got up from her chair and came over to the shower stall. She pulled me away from the wall and stood behind me. Bambi stood against the opposite shower wall. Thumper slowly pushed me closer to Bambi until the tip of my cock could just touch the small rectangle of fabric that barely covered Bambi's vagina. Pre-cum was spurting from my piss slit as Thumper guided my dripping cock head slowly over and around Bambi's luscious pubic mound as though she were painting with a brush.

"Shit Bambi...it takes two hands to hold his thing!"

Bambi moaned softly as she felt my cock being rubbed against her pussy lips. Bambi whispered.

"C'mon, Thumper...I want him to cream on my crotch."

My whole body was quivering. I felt the orgasm start deep down in my balls and rise up through my throbbing manhood. A few deft strokes from Thumper and several ropes of thick, hot jizz erupted from my piss slit and drenched the tiny fabric barely covering Bambi's crotch. Suddenly, Thumper pushed me aside and knelt down in front of Bambi. As Thumper greedily licked my cum from Bambi's crotch, she stifled what had to be an orgasmic scream. I gave my dick a few more strokes and shot two more ropes of cum on the back of Thumper's hair. She didn't seem to care. I was so mesmerized by what the girls were doing that I didn't notice the sound of the trailer door closing.

I closed my eyes for a moment so that my brain could fully grasp what had just happened. When I opened them I saw that both girls had vanished without a word. I found myself standing there in the trailer, still slightly wet, still slightly soapy and still hard with cum drooling on the shower floor.

I peeked out the trailer door. Except for a few work lights the set was still dark and deserted. I hurried to clean myself up, get dressed and get out of there. As I walked to my car, I couldn't shake the creepy feeling that I was being watched.

When I got home and parked, I sat in my car for a few minutes. The entire day had been slightly insane. You hear all sorts of gossip about movies shoots, but the stuff that went on today couldn't possibly happen in mainstream Hollywood. Well, my agent Shirley did mention that I was part of the underground fringe.

Despite having shot a whopper of a load just a short while ago, I was still surprisingly horny. As I walked to my bungalow apartment I could feel my cock swelling and lengthening in the loose gym shorts I was wearing.

As I approached my door I saw Vera talking with Elsie, the decorator. Vera spoke first.

"Sweetie-darling I see you're home! What a long day. You must be exhausted! How was the shoot?"

Hi, Vera...it was...really...interesting."

"Your apartment looks SPECTACULAR! If you EVER move...and I hope you NEVER do...I can charge a FORTUNE! I'll run along and let you rest."

"Elsie grabbed my by the waistband of my shorts and pulled me inside.

"Everything is finished. The cosmic vibrations guided me. Your benefactor should be pleased."

Elsie pulled me around to show me her handiwork. The walls of the main space had been painted a deep grey with white trim. In the center of the room was a large, double-sided shelving unit.

"The unit is teak. It matches the faux finish of the kitchen cabinets. The back of the unit has been set up as a work station with your computer things. There are shelves and drawers for whatever books or files you need to store. The front of the unit has adjustable shelved for books art or anything you want to put there. Several cubby holes have lighting so you can display things. You have a medium grey sofa that is also part lounge so you can stretch out. There is a cocktail table, end tables and two black armchairs as a conversation group."

I wasn't really in the mood for a tour of my own place, but I had to admit it looked like a place a star should be living in.

"There wasn't a practical way to do the lighting I really wanted, so I had to settle for track lighting. Dreadfully out of style but perhaps I can make it popular again! There's a low console across from the sofa area in case you decide to get a flat screen TV with room for cable and audio equipment."

I was smiling and nodding, but my brain...and my cock were back in the dressing trailer shower. I'm sure Elsie noticed the tent I was pitching in my shorts.

"In case you haven't noticed, you had a piece of art that I felt MUST be prominently displayed!"

In the center of the shelving, right behind the sofa, in a large and well-lit section, stood the sculpture of my torso that the sculptress Circe had made of me.

"It's quite magnificent; although I find the original more...exciting."

I had to admit, Elsie's taste was great. My place looked like a million bucks.

"I also saw those framed prints of you coated in bronze body paint on the horse. I created a little gallery on that wall. The pictures are hung with a system that allows you to re-arrange and move then easily. I left the equipment by your work station."

"Thanks, Elsie. I don't know what to say."

"As long as you're pleased, your benefactor will be happy with my work. There is just one more request that...this person...has made."

"What's that?"

"A few photos of you in this environment; tastefully nude, no frontal nudity. I don't want to step on your agent's toes."

"I'm not too sure..."

"Think about it for a minute. In the meantime let's have champagne to toast your 'movie star' lair!"

Elsie headed to the kitchen area where I saw a champagne bucket with ice and a bottle of bubbly.

"I didn't know that I had a champagne bucket."

"You do now; an apartment-warming gift from me."

I must have been very thirsty. I gulped down the wine and poured myself another glass. I noticed that Elsie was wearing yet another of her chic retro-style suits complete with her usual assortment of necklaces hung with various crystals. She looked at me strangely.

"Your aura is pulsating WILDLY. Take off your shirt."

I poured myself a third glass of champagne and peeled off my t-shirt. Elsie lifted several of her necklaces in her hands and rubbed them against my torso.

"Yes...yes...the vibrations are SHOUTING to me! You have been immersed in violent and sexual situations. You are both repelled and aroused by these experiences. Dark desires...DARK DESIRES are swirling around you and you are afraid that you like the darkness too much."

Personally I felt very relaxed...except for my cock. It was making an obvious tent in my gym shorts. I could feel Elsie's eyes darting toward it. I remembered what an incredible cock-sucker she was. I suddenly felt slightly woozy. I wanted her mouth on my dick.

"Hey, Elsie...tells ya what...the place looks so great howz about we go ahead and do a couple a pictures for my 'benefactor' or 'patron' or whatever?"

I walked over to Elsie and kissed her cheek. I heard myself slurring my words as I whispered in her ear.

"Elsie...yur a wonnerful woman...c'mon 'n tell me who my patron is...c'mon...jes a lil hint."

Elsie put her hands on my firm, flat pecs.

"I have a signed non-disclosure agreement. I can't reveal who...uh...the...person is. Maybe one day...the person...will make...themselves known to you."

I was feeling a bit wobbly. I didn't think three or four glasses of champagne would affect me that much. Although I remembered that I didn't have anything to eat since lunch. I dropped my shorts, kicked off my shoes and stood there...naked...with my rock-hard cock bobbing up and down.

"Elsie...ya sure ya can't tell? I'd be soooo happy."

"You're very persuasive, Randy...but I can't."

"S'ok...no problem. Ya wanna take sum pisures?"

Elsie reached into her tote bad and produced an expensive looking digital camera.