Hell Bent for Leather

Tony was lying on his back, his tongue thrust deep inside Jane's vagina. She certainly seemed to be responding to his efforts, but why shouldn't she; he was Tony fucking Grant. His pole was tingling. Despite having cum twice on the day's video shoot, his massive dong was still responsive. These Japanese faggots sure knew how to suck cock, he thought, as the stirrings of an orgasm began to take root. Hideki had grabbed it at the base and deep-throated Tony as best as he could, which still left plenty of room for another mouth, but the other ladies didn't bite. Oh well, their loss.

Arlene and Connie were sitting on the divan, content to watch. They had been engaged in a threesome with Hideki, sucking and fucking and catering to his every whim, when Tony and Jane entered the bedroom. The price for having sex with Jane was to share it with her hubby. Tony was cool with that. Hanging around Marlow and her kinky friends had gotten Tony's freak on. And now, even with his senses on overload - Jane's pussy juice running down the side of his face, and Hideki slobbering all over his slippery yet rigid cock - he still was able to play the day's events in his mind and exult in a job well-done.

Having graciously allowed the Japanese men to fondle him to ejaculation, Tony stood next to Nanase, relaxing. He needed his rest, Miss Tanaka said, if he were going to fire off another round. "Drink glass of milk," she suggested, pointing to the caterer's table. Tony was confused. Was she not happy with his cum shot? Okay, maybe it wasn't as prodigious as Koh's had been the day before, but Tony had something Koh didn't, which was the ability to whip out a cock that measured in double-digits. Besides, what did she expect, making him work with all those faggots? She's lucky he was able to cum at all.

Tony loved to be worshipped, and having a bunch naked men caress him was always going to be a turn-on, but couldn't they have found a few cute, Japanese girls to tug on his dong? If they had, Miss Tanaka wouldn't be suggesting he drink milk, that's for sure. Tony sighed. He loved sex, and he had the hots for Miss Tanaka, but he thought the scene he had gotten involved in was a little too homo. Still, considering how much he was being paid, what was wrong with a little cock sucking?

And Jesus, what a scene he had with Miss Tanaka too, when it finally happened, the hooters on that woman were as close to perfection as it got! They had to be a thirty-seven, d-cup, but it wasn't simply the size, it was the shape; the way they hung, the way they burst from her chest, like Venus from out of the sea...

Tony had a fine appreciation for the human physique, and he could appraise her breasts objectively, but when combined with the fact that she hungered after his cock, which she could not disguise, it turned the muscle stud into jelly. All except for his penis, of course, which got so stiff it threatened to suck the oxygen out of him. Tony craved Miss Tanaka; he wanted her bad.

Together they watched Arlene took on the Jap faggots. If anyone could get them to cum, she could. As for the men, once they realized they'd be working with Arlene they gave a silent prayer of thanks, for they had been expecting the worse, and none wanted to stick their penis into another man's butthole, which is where they thought this was heading. Koh was thunderstruck, his cock waving in the wind. Jerking off on Arlene's face - could it get any better? It could, if he lost his virginity to her, or to any of the western goddesses; he was no longer choosey. He wanted to lose his cherry, and he wanted it bad.

Miss Tanaka's debut over, the director took charge once more, and she stood next to Tony and returned the compliment by eyeballing his beast as surreptitiously as she could. Tony knew she was looking by the way she turned her head whenever he stole a glance at her breasts, and it turned him on even more. He couldn't wait for his scene with her, but you know what? Maybe he should drink some milk, just to be safe, so off he went. Since she seemed to be impressed by ejaculatory output, Tony aimed to please. The milk couldn't hurt, right?

The director, meanwhile, was ecstatic that one of the American blondes had agreed to the facial fiesta. Hideki's softcore vehicle featuring his wife had definitely veered off-course, but it was for the best, as he would eventually come to realize. While he wanted to make Jane a softcore porn queen, she had a wild streak that couldn't be tamed, and Hideki was naive to think that he could place her on an adult video set, surround her with penises, and expect her to stick to the script. But as the director had already noted, Jane knew her stuff when it came to making porn, so it was win-win.

"Are you sure you want to do this, Leeny?"

"Jane," she replied, "the road to stardom is paved with semen."

Arlene had the notion of being a Japanese porn queen, and

bukkake

was a rite of passage for every wannabe in the business. And while she enjoyed toying with men, using her sluttyness to dominate them, she also enjoyed being the victim. When masturbating, she often fantasized about being gang-raped, and having a group of men jerk-off on her as she knelt before them would get her juices flowing the next time her fingers entered her pussy. And since Japanese men have a powerful yen for watching other Japanese men having rough sex with western goddesses as they masturbate, Arlene was right to think that her scene would make her popular.

There was no doubt that Arlene would play the scene well. For starters, she loved watching men beat-off. The look of approaching ecstasy on their faces; the increase in pressure as they neared liftoff; the grunting; the sheepishness they felt at a woman watch their most intimate sexual encounters; the unspoken competition between the nude males as they warily eyeballed each other's package to see how they stacked up...we could go on, but let if suffice to say that Leeny was excited. She had removed her dress, and her perky little breasts and the skimpy thong that barely covered her intimate parts served as an appetizer for the jerky boys.

It was while Arlene was in the process of getting her face smeared with Japanese sperm that Marlow had an epiphany. It had begun when looking at herself in a full-length mirror. She had on a skintight dress that was half-black and half-royal blue, her favorite color combination, which always gave her confidence. The dress was short, quite short, and when she smoothed out the hem in front of the mirror she caught a quick glimpse of her light blue panties poking out. No harm in that, but she could tell right away that the panties clashed with the blue in her dress. This wouldn't have happened if Herman had picked out her underwear.

But Herman had uncontrollable urges, and he had been spoiled. No longer housebroken, he was curbed only by a penis-clamp, but even then, the little bugger had figured out how to beat the system. No, Herman wouldn't do. Besides, he was Jane's houseboy. Marlow watched one of the men cum on Arlene's face, but her mind was elsewhere. Jane had a houseboy, why not her? Both were interested in billionaires. Marlow had Tony, while Jane had Dan. Their similarities were greater than their differences. Which is why she suggested to Jane that they bring Koh back to Los Angeles with them and give him a regular role on

Soapland

.

"But that's only two days a month. What's he gonna do the rest of the time?"

"You know," Marlow stammered. "He can do other jobs on the side."

"Like what? He barely speaks English."

"I don't know; maybe he could...you know...like, help me around the house."

"What, you want him to live with you?"

"Sure," she replied, sheepishly, "why not? Save him some living expenses."

Jane saw through the charade. "You cunt. You filthy, rotten cunt."

Marlow was shocked. "Why? What I do?"

"You know what I mean. You want a fucking sex toy." Jane could resist smiling. "Damn, here I was trying to palm Herman off on you."

Marlow made a yucky face. "Herman? No way! But Koh's obedient, we already know that...He's clean, polite...he's okay with a dick in his mouth...yeah, he'd make a good pet. And I can teach him how to dress me..."

"Chick with a dick," Jane said, to which Marlow nodded in agreement.

"But he's not a sexy toy," she insisted. "I think of him more as a houseboy."

"You mean a maid, right?"

"I guess," she said, smiling, "but a maid with benefits..."

"Look," Jane exclaimed, "there he goes," and Marlow watched with a little bit of envy as Koh stepped forward and placed his penis right under Arlene's nose, arched his back, and began to squeeze and rub furiously about two-thirds of the way up his shaft. As he neared orgasm he slid his hand right under his cock-head and, standing on his tiptoes, his mouth open in anticipation of nirvana, he let loose with a large eruption that splattered and clung to Arlene's face like moss.

Arlene swallowed what she could, followed by her showering Koh with a look of desire so convincing that Marlow, watching from a distance, was rattled.

"You better make your move tonight," Jane suggested. "If not, Leeny might have a new houseboy, and you'll have to start looking for someone else."

Marlow eyeballed all the men. "Nope, none of them do anything for me; it's only Koh. Besides, doesn't Arlene already have guy they call the redwood tree?"

"Oh, that's right, I forgot about him. Whew, you dodged a bullet. But I still say you gotta make your move soon. I mean, once you go black you don't go back, right? And Koh's had a taste of Tony. Who's to say Tony doesn't want a houseboy?"

Marlow made a face. "You're sick; you know that?"

"Hey, I'm not the one talking about luring an eighteen-year-old boy into being my sex slave...You know, I've never seen you like this. You got a jones for him, don't you?"

"If you mean, do I want to fuck him, the answer is yes. Tony's hung up on Miss Tanaka..."

"Say no more," Jane interjected.

****

Tony's tongue was still thrashing about inside Jane's vagina, and she was purring like a revved-up hot-rod. "Leave him for me," she insisted, not wanting Tony to cum before she had a chance to ride him. Jane's vagina craved cock. Hideki obeyed, and got up and sat on the divan between Connie and Arlene, who immediately began to fondle his penis, and they were all content to let Jane climb on board the flagpole and watch a pro do her job.

Tony had been conspiring for a while to figure out how to have sex with Jane, but it was complicated. Marlow was in the way at first, and Jane liked the thrill of the chase sometimes as much as the consummation, but in Tokyo there were no restrictions, and besides, Marlow seemed to be more interested in making a power play than satisfying her man. She was probably banging Koh right now, just to get back at him. Tony couldn't stop thinking about this, even as Jane did a cowgirl number on his stiffie. His mind was elsewhere, oblivious to the pleasure. If it wasn't Marlow to consume his thoughts, it was Miss Tanaka and her sumptuous breasts...

Tony had sat on the edge of a Jacuzzi, naked except for the small towel that sheathed his penis. Miss Tanaka, who was clad in a towel from shoulder to knee, was waist-deep in the water. The premise was that Tony would use his muscles to get his cock to wag, expanding in the process, and with the small towel overmatched, the massive dick got more and more exposed until the towel fell off, much to Miss Tanaka's astonishment and Tony's ego-gratification. It required no acting for his cock to bob up and down - in fact, it was in boomerang mode, with a big wide curve - and Miss Tanaka was so engrossed in the eye-candy that she didn't notice or care that her towel had slipped.

Nanase crept closer ever so slowly, with the camera focused on the bobbing penis, which was also a throbbing penis, the anticipation of an orgasm being a powerful elixir, and by the time her hand had made contact with the hardened love-muscle, Tony was a quivering mass of jelly. Everyone knew where this was leading: the director, Tony, Jane, who was watching nearby, and even Miss Tanaka. She knew Tony lusted after her breasts, and it was only a matter of when, not if, so after the requisite foreplay, Nanase Tanaka faced Tony, moved in closer, and placed his dick between her breasts. She giggled with pleasure as she pressed her perfect boobs against his elongated shaft. Tony groaned softly and leaned back, lost in the moment. And to think he almost didn't want to go to Japan...

It wouldn't take much to get him to cum, but it was when Miss Tanaka lowered her head and began to lick his cockhead and penis-tip that Tony lost all control. Grunting loudly, he gasped with pleasure as sperm spurted out, and her breasts got smeared with his white, sticky stuff. Not a bad cum, he thought; the cunt probably won't be making any more comments about his needing to drink milk, but still, he knew Koh was a better cummer. But being a former Mister Nude America had a certain cachet, so Tony wasn't worrying about Koh, even if Marlow did want to fuck him. What did he care? It wasn't like they were married or anything. For a muscular black Adonis with a dick to die for, girls like Marlow were a dime a dozen, starting with Miss Tanaka. You know what else Tony was thinking: being a porn actor wasn't so bad, after all.

****

Before Tony knew what happened he was on the verge of another orgasm. A man like him had a reputation to consider. Had Jane noticed that he didn't seem to be really into it, or was she so consumed with riding the long dong that she hadn't noticed? But it was too late to worry about it; he had to cum, which he announced proudly, giving Jane a chance to squeeze him dry. Jane took the bait, and she jumped off, grabbed on to the pulsating penis, aimed it at the divan, yanked as hard as she could, and watched with pleasure as Tony let loose. "Come on, lick him," she suggested, after he was finished, and not only Hideki, but Arlene and Connie too, took his cock from her sticky hand and took turns lapping up the liquid that was dribbling down his shaft.

Little did Tony know that sex with Jane covered a lot of ground, and pretty soon he found himself on all fours, being pegged by all three ladies while he sucked on Hideki's bone. And the ladies cheered when white stuff came forth from Hideki's pee-hole and then onto Tony's mouth and chin.

****

It took some doing, but Marlow had finally gotten Koh back to her room. He had gone to the hotel on the premise that Hideki wanted to meet him. Hideki, of course, had no idea who he was, nor did he care to meet him, for tonight he only had eyes for Arlene and Connie, at least until big Tony made the scene. Hideki found gratification by banging Jane's friends in her presence - a reminder that he was the engine that drove the circus. And why should Jane care? She was fucking a double-digit dick while her husband fiddled and diddled with Arlene and Connie or, in other words, win-win.

Thus Koh ended up with Marlow by default. Not that he minded; his goal was to lose his virginity, and the curvy blonde with the lioness mane was as good as any. He was going to lose his cherry, right? He liked his chances when told to get naked in the hotel suite. He saw how his cock had become a source of entertainment for the ladies. He still wasn't sure why; maybe they were goofing on him, but if they were, his penis didn't object. Nor did it mind when he and Marlow left the hotel suite together, hand-in-hand, his public nudity in the hotel corridor a source of excitement as well. Surely she had plans for him that involved fucking, didn't she?

Lying down on the bed he allowed Marlow to ties his hands to the bedposts, using her bra and panties as binders. Obviously he could have gotten loose had he wanted to, but for now if was fun to pretend and make-believe. Koh's penis was dancing all over the place. Marlow was hot, Marlow was sexy, and Marlow was naked! He admired greatly she shapely butt as she went into the bathroom. Koh was wildly optimistic, but not quite concern-free. These westerners were difficult to figure out. But his fears were allayed when she returned wearing only a smile, a very reassuring signal. Koh sprung a boner almost immediately, which was also very reassuring. For him it was a sign of stud-worthiness, while Marlow took it to mean that she was one hot bitch.

Koh didn't quite know what to make of her smoothie. Most Japanese women kept their pubic hair, and a bald pussy seemed quite exotic, but the good news was that it gave him unimpeded insight into where his cock was supposed to go...not that he wouldn't figure it out...

Marlow placed her body over his, and laid down on top of him. Her weight pressed down against his woodie, and he stirred with sexual desire. She jumped back and sat on his legs, which now gave her unfettered access to his cock; it was hers, she owned it. She could probably cut it off right now and he'd say thanks. Anything she wanted he wanted.

Thoughts of seduction made Marlow horny. While still young, she was eight years older than Koh, and she felt like a cougar, mainly because he looked so innocent. It was a new feeling, and her pussy was already damp. She leaned in close to expose his dick to her hot breath and she saw a veritable flood of leakage. "Holy shit," she exclaimed, "that's a lot of pre-cum." Koh smiled, not exactly sure what she meant; all he knew what that she looked at his dick, said something, and smiled. His penis bounced up and down off his chest; a salute to his mistress.

Koh was beside himself with excitement. Marlow had lowered herself onto his penis and slowly rose up and down. Koh tried to describe the sensation in his mind. It felt like velvet - hot, buttery velvet; a warm, moist chasm that showered his cock with friction and stimulation. Marlow began to make noises similar to his own...

Marlow's bra and panties didn't do a very good job of binding, and they had since fallen harmlessly to the floor. Koh's instincts somehow took over, and without even a conscious thought of doing it, he forcefully switched positions with her. Now she was on her back, legs in the air; Koh had mounted her and was flailing away, rocking back and forth with ever increasing urgency. He looked at her face - she was grimacing; a good grimace he hoped. Apparently it was, for she brought her legs down and implored him to pump harder. He was pleasing her; he was actually pleasing her! Even if she was acting...his penis didn't care, because after giving it all he had for a minute or two he was beyond control. No matter how much he wanted to remain hard and keep servicing her, he had to cum.

Before the sex session had ended Koh had cum twice more. Now they were in the bath and he was soaping her body. Every crevice and orifice felt the warmth of the young man's hand. She and he were no longer strangers...

He wasn't sure if she could tell, but Koh remained silent about losing her cherry. Maybe he was such a quick learner that it didn't matter. He always knew he'd be able to perform, and he felt relieved and excited at the same time. He had to pee he said, and life couldn't get any better, he thought, when Marlow gently caressed his penis as the urine flowed out. Her hand felt like magic...