Big Hard Girls

by Nikki Crescent

  “No later than tomorrow morning,” she said. But it was only a few hours later when Luke got a call from a woman at the clinic saying, “There was nothing wrong with your swab.”

  “Can I get a copy of that report?” Luke asked.

  There was a silence on the other end. “For what?” the woman asked.

  “Just for my own peace of mind,” Luke said.

  Then there was another long silence. “I’ll have that sent over,” she said. Luke felt like a complete idiot. He could never go to that clinic again. Everyone there probably thought he was some gay prostitute or something—or some guy who barebacked a gay prostitute. Though the reality wasn’t much better. He needed the report so he could star in an adult film. He needed the report so that he could get hard on camera and then come on some poor stranger.

  His stomach turned again as he opened up his e-mail, so he could send the swab report to the adult film producer.

  “You’re just in time. Shoot starts in an hour. Address is 22 Hazel Street, in the South. Money will be handed out after the shoot. Got it?”

  Luke looked up the address. It was about an hour away, so Luke had to get moving. He sprayed himself with a little bit of cologne before slipping out his front door. And then his heart didn’t stop pounding until he was standing outside of the house with the ‘22’ on its front door. It was just a quaint bungalow in a quiet neighbourhood. There were kids playing down the street and a man mowing his grass just two houses down. The man looked over at Luke, and Luke looked away quickly, worried he was standing in front of a house with a bad reputation.

  He knew he could still turn back. He wasn’t locked into anything. It’s not like the porn producer had his social insurance number. It’s not like Luke would be ruining any future job prospects by running away. But he just couldn’t say no to the money.

  What if it had been one hundred dollars? Would he have done it then? Probably not. What about one-fifty? Probably not. But two hundred seemed like a lot of money. It was one third of his rent for the next month. It was about a month’s worth of groceries. It was his phone bill, Internet bill, and heating bill combined. It was enough money for two nice dates with a woman—not that he had a woman to take out on a date. Luke’s price was two hundred dollars.

  So he stepped up to the door and he rang the bell. His heart suddenly fell into his stomach and his joints became stiff. He bit down on his tongue and whispered to himself, “What the hell went wrong?” Just one week before, his life had been looking so bright. He actually thought that his boss was calling him into his office to give him a raise. And now, he was waiting to be let into a house so that he could jerk off on some poor girl so that he could buy groceries for a month.

  CHAPTER II

  The blinds were closed and bright LED lights had been set up around the room. The air in the house was damp and warm. There was at least ten men standing in that living room, but no one was talking to one another. A table of food had been set up in the corner, but no one was touching it. Everyone was too nervous to eat.

  The man who let Luke in was holding a clipboard. He didn’t say hello; he just said, “Name?”

  “Luke.” He didn’t want to give his full name, though he had no reason to withhold it. It’s not like there was going to be a credit scroll at the end of the naughty film.

  Luke noticed the pile of black bandanas on the food table. At first he thought they were napkins, then he noticed the men were wearing them over their mouths. So Luke meandered over to the table and he picked one up. He put down his glasses and then he tied the bandana around his mouth and hoped that it was enough to hide his identity. He couldn’t see very well without his glasses, but at least his friends wouldn’t recognize him without glasses on. But now he was regretting the tattoo he got on his arm three years ago: a bird wearing an army helmet. His friends would surely recognize the tattoo—but would his friends even see the video? Luke wanted to ask the producer what kind of audience would see this film, but he was too afraid to speak. So he just backed up against the wall like all of the other guys in the room.

  Luke wasn’t the last to arrive. Two more guys showed up after him. They gave their names and then they became silent, covering their faces and hiding against the wall, behind the row of lights. The producer left the room for a minute and then he came back, still holding his clipboard. “Okay, everyone. Let’s get undressed. You can put your clothes against this back wall. We want lots of moaning and grunting. If she touches your dick, pretend to like it. Ham it up for the cameras. Don’t just stand there like a post while she diddles you. Same goes for if she sucks you. Same goes for if she lets you fuck her. If you come right away, don’t just stop. Keep stroking your dick until you’re hard again. I know that it might be uncomfortable, but we want it to look like the room’s full.” He checked his watch, as if he was on a tight schedule. But none of the guys in the room appeared to be in any sort of rush. Was the actress in a rush? Did she have other porno shoots to get to?

  “Okay, here she comes. Let’s get that camera rolling, please!” Luke didn’t even notice the cameraman standing in the corner. He lifted up his camera rig and then pressed a button, making a red light turn on. Luke looked around and realized he was the only one who wasn’t naked. The other guys had taken off their clothes quickly and without hesitation. Maybe this wasn’t their first time. Maybe they’d bukkaked lots of girls before.

  Luke quickly undressed. As he was fumbling out of his pants, he noticed the blonde beauty out of the corner of his eye. She was wearing nothing but a black lacy teddy and a tall pair of black heels. She walked into the middle of the room with a big, confident smile on her face. The crowd of naked men quickly surrounded her. Everyone who could reach her was suddenly touching her, feeling her skin, squeezing her tits. One man even went right for her pussy, running his fingers up and down her slit. One guy went in for a kiss and he got it. Certainly these weren’t all first-timers like Luke. If they could walk up and feel a girl up without any hesitation—then this wasn’t their first rodeo.

  Luke’s legs began to tremble. He looked down and realized he was much paler than the other guys. He also wasn’t quite as buff—though there were a few skinny dudes in the crowd.

  “C’mon, buddy. Get in there. We aren’t paying you to watch,” said the producer as he gave Luke a shove. Luke stumbled towards the naked men. He nearly touched a man on the ass by accident, but he managed to pull his hand away. He was uncomfortably close to many cocks—some of which were already starting to look hard. He’d never seen another man’s erect penis before—not in real life. His heart was pounding. At least his face was covered. At least this would all be over in no more than an hour. “Get in there!” the producer hushed from behind Luke’s back. But there was no opening. So Luke had to awkwardly pry himself between two buff naked men.

  And then he found himself staring into the eyes of the blonde. She was beautiful—overwhelmingly beautiful. She had plump, juicy lips, and big, stunning eyes, complete with dark mascara and thick eyeliner. She grinned. Luke let a whimper slip out from his lips. He was suddenly frozen, too afraid to do anything. He knew he was expected to reach out and touch her, but that went against everything he’d ever been taught: don’t touch girls inappropriately.

  But he could already feel the frustration of the producer standing a few paces behind him. So he awkwardly reached out for the woman’s arm. But she turned suddenly, and Luke’s hand landed on her breast. He froze for a moment and tried not to tremble on camera. Her hand came up and pressed against his, making him squeeze her tit. She had stiff tits—definitely implants—but they were still warm and her skin was soft. She looked into his eyes again with another grin, making his heart stutter. Luke was touching a naked woman and he didn’t even know her name.

  Then, her hand slipped off of his and moved downwards. He watched her fingers as they slipped around his flaccid cock and began to massage him. He gasped again. She knew how to massage a dick, centering her attention on h
is tip, gently rubbing as he got harder and harder. He bit down on his bottom lip. He was happy that he was getting hard, but humiliated that he was getting hard in a room full of strangers, with a camera pointed in his direction. He looked for that camera now, and saw it across from him, pointed right down at his cock. It was only a few seconds before the woman let go of his cock and grabbed another from her selection. Luke’s heart stuttered again.

  Luke felt humiliated. Every time he noticed that camera, he tried to cover his tattoo. But he knew it was already too late. That tattoo had certainly already made it into many shots. Was this worth two hundred bucks? And what about when guys started coming? What if some guy accidentally got cum on Luke? He tried not to think about it. The act was already well underway, and it would all be over soon.

  One of the men dropped down to his knees. He buried his face between the woman’s thighs and started licking her through her lingerie. She grabbed his head and pulled him in tight. Another man got down on his knees behind the woman and buried his face between her ass cheeks.

  “Jerk your fucking cock!” the producer hushed in Luke’s direction. Luke looked around and saw that the other guys were all jerking themselves off, getting themselves closer to orgasm. Luke had to bite down hard on his tongue to gather the will to reach down and stroke himself. He tried to think if he’d ever done anything this humiliating before. But nothing came close to masturbating on camera with a group of strangers.

  He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He’d already come this far. He could tough out the next thirty minutes or so. He really did need the money, after all. So he kept jerking. And somehow, he managed to get himself hard. Maybe it was just the stimulation. Maybe it was the sight of the beautiful blonde. But it definitely wasn’t the thought of coming with a group of horny strangers.

  When Luke opened his eyes, he saw something that made his heart stop for a moment. The man on his knees in front of the actress was now licking a long, curved cock, and that cock belonged to the blonde beauty. She was a man—a tranny, a shemale, a trap—whatever you want to call her. Luke froze, stopping his hand from pumping. He felt a cold shiver jolting down his legs and he nearly stumbled over.

  “Okay, let’s keep things moving, everyone!” the producer shouted. “People want to see cum—let’s give them cum!”

  So the blonde got down onto her back. Two men sunk down and hovered their erect penises next to the tranny’s mouth. She grabbed both and mashed the tips together before sticking out her tongue to get the shafts nice and wet. Another man got down between her legs. He lifted up her knees and then he spread her cheeks, exposing her tight asshole beneath her ball sack. No one seemed to be put off by the fact the blonde was really a man. Maybe they’d all gotten the memo. Maybe it was written in the ad and Luke just didn’t notice it.

  “C’mon, man. I’m not going to tell you again,” hushed the producer. He walked up and gave Luke a shove, making him stumble forward, towards the action, towards the ten erect cocks. Luke wasn’t sure what to do. He kept going through the motion of jerking off, but he could feel that he was losing his erection. He’d definitely lost his arousal. But he couldn’t lose that two hundred bucks—not after coming this far. He’d touched her breasts, and she’d massaged his cock—a tranny had massaged his cock. He shuddered and tried to catch his breath.

  “Do something, man. Go and fuck her tits or something,” the producer said, while all of the other guys took turns getting their dicks sucked. The man between her legs hadn’t moved. He was still carefully trying to mash his erection up into her asshole with one hand while playing with her cock with the other.

  Luke moved in. He carefully stepped over the blonde shemale and sunk down, so his ass was on her abdomen. He felt so filthy and so depraved. He closed his eyes and wished that he had a time machine, so he could go back and avoid this terrible situation. Then he opened his eyes and looked down at the trap’s tits. He slapped his cock down between them and then he pushed them together. He started pulling them back and forth, making them massage the length of his rod. And now, she was staring into his eyes with that grin on her face.

  He tried to take another deep breath. His mind was spinning with confusion. He knew she was a biological male—he knew she had a cock, even though he couldn’t see it now. But that face really did look feminine. And those tits might have felt fake, but they looked shockingly real. And even though they were fake, they still felt nice as they stimulated the length of his cock. He was getting hard again, but now he wasn’t sure that’s what he wanted.

  It dawned on him that he was in a room with ten other guys, and no women. He was having an orgy with a bunch of dudes. This definitely wasn’t worth two hundred bucks. So why wasn’t he leaving? Why was he still there? Why was his cock so hard?

  “Okay guys, switch it up. Don’t let it get boring for the audience,” said the producer. So everyone stood up. Luke found himself back on his feet, with his cock in his hand, like the other guys. Everyone moved in to a new spot. Luke purposely delayed, so that all of the openings would be taken before he could get one. He was happy standing on the sidelines, jerking himself off, even though it was the most humiliating thing he’d ever done. He watched as the blonde sucked cock after cock, and he watched as men took turns plugging her hole.

  Then he watched as one man stuck his cock inside of her and started pumping. His face was starting to turn red. He groaned and then the blonde gasped. The man pulled out just as his cock was releasing a blast of cum onto her abdomen. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” he groaned. Luke didn’t know why the man was saying sorry. Wasn’t the whole point to come on her? Then he noticed the cum billowing out of her asshole. He didn’t just come on her—he came in her, too.

  And then Luke got another shove. “Get in there, man. You want to get paid, right?”

  Luke’s body was cold and tense. There was only one opening: between her legs. And that cum was still there, oozing out from her asshole. Was he expected to put his cock in there? Was he expected to have his cock covered in some stranger’s warm load?

  He sunk down slowly. His stomach was sick as he thought about sticking his cock in, but the thought of leaving empty handed was worse at this point. So he aimed his tip at that hole, closed his eyes, and pushed in. There wasn’t much resistance: she was stretched out and now she was well lubricated with another man’s semen. It felt weird: sticky and slick and warm. Luke tried to pretend like he was pushing his cock into a vagina, and the slime was just her pussy juice (though it was so much thicker). He reached down and grabbed her hips—at least those felt feminine—and then he started to pump.

  Luke hated how good it felt. He hated how a strong euphoria started to swell inside of him. He hated how badly he wanted to look at the blonde’s tits as they bounced up and down. This should have been nothing but repulsive, so why was he enjoying it all of a sudden?

  He watched as two men simultaneously came on her face. Then, ten seconds later, another man came on her chest. His first blast nearly got Luke, reaching as far down as her pelvis. He was surprised when she reached down and slicked the cumshot up her shaft and started to pump herself.

  “Fuck,” Luke said. “I’m going to come.” He wasn’t sure why he said it—no one else announced themselves.

  “Me too,” said the blonde, looking down at Luke. “Let’s come together. Press your cock against mine.”

  “Yes—great idea!” shouted the producer. “Get your dicks together. C’mon now.”

  And Luke felt like he had no choice. He pulled his cum-slicked cock out from the blonde’s asshole and then he moved up and pressed it against her cum-slicked cock. She took both of the cocks and started to pump them together. Luke closed his eyes and tried to push back his humiliation. Everything about the moment was horrible: his cock was pressed against another cock, and both cocks were covered in the cum of two other men. He was surely going to need to undergo another STI test after this…

  “Oh fuck!” the blonde groaned. She tilte
d her head back and then Luke watched as cum shot out of her cock and straight into the air. It landed back Luke’s tip. It was warm and gooey, and it melted down his shaft and then between her fingers. The sight was all Luke could handle. He groaned and then he began to unload, firing blast after blast onto the beauty’s already cum covered body.

  “Are you getting this? Look at all that cum!” the producer said to the camera operator. The camera operator swooped in and made sure to get Luke’s seemingly never-ending cumshot on film. And now he felt even more humiliated than ever. It was embarrassing that he actually participated in such a perverted event—but to actually come as well? Did that mean that he liked it? Did that mean that he was just as depraved as the other participants?

  CHAPTER III

  The set became dead silent when the filming was finished. No one said anything to anyone else, and the blonde tranny went off into another room to get cleaned up—probably to the bathroom to take a shower. She was covered from head to toe in cum: the cum of ten guys, and some guys even came twice, which Luke thought was strangely impressive.

  “Great shoot everyone,” the producer said as he went to retrieve a little metal box. In the box were little bundles of twenty-dollar bills. Everyone lined up quickly as if they’d been through the routine many times before. Luke got in the line as well. When Luke got to the front, the producer handed him his wad. “You’ve got my e-mail if you want to do this again,” he said. “We have a shoot like this every week. And there are other shoots too, if you’re interested. If you can come like that consistently, you can probably make quite a bit of money.”

  Luke opened his mouth to reply, but the humiliation clogged his throat. He was about to turn away when he noticed a wad of cash inside of the box. The paper strip holding it together had ‘Elle’ written on it. It was a thick wad of fifty-dollar-bills. Was Elle the blonde tranny?