by Amelia Stark
If Sergio gets involved, I reason, I will end up being beaten again. I step forward to join Zak on the bed and the big guy immediately leans toward me, cups my chin in his hand and gazed into my eyes.
“I’m your god, so worship me with your mouth! Start by sitting on my legs and kiss my face and chest and then move down to my cock, but try and keep your cunt hidden if you can. We want the punters wondering if you’re a boy sucking your master’s cock!”
I crawl forward and position myself on his legs. The guy looks like a body builder. His huge torso has a deep tan and it looks as though his muscles have muscles. I guess he has some Asian blood, because his deep brown eyes are slightly almond shape and his nose is wider than I would have expected for a white guy.
His dark hair is cropped short and he’s wearing diamond studs in his ears. His other distinguishing feature, like the other two men I saw that morning, is his huge cock. How on earth did they maintain their erections? I know there are drugs to help men, but to keep them permanently erect?
“We’re live, Judy,” he whispers. “Get on with it.” I immediately began to use my hands to caress his oily skin. At first I’m repulsed by the hardness of his body and his strong body odour, but I gradually become used to it and increase my explorations and probing’s with my fingers and lips.
We’re side on to the screen and cameras, so I’m able to watch the big number which stands at 3 for a while. I move my position, by getting onto all fours, so that my butt is wiggling and my hands are caressing his thick muscle, but I take care not to turn my butt to the camera.
His hands began to wander all over me, up my top, pinching my nipples and down my knickers, feeling my butt cheeks and my butt hole. I pull his foreskin back and as I kiss the dry tip of his bulb, I glance back at the screen.
The number has jumped to 12, then 13, 16. I open my mouth and began to lollypop him, by swirling my tongue round and sucking hard. I hear him grunt and feel him lift up, so he’s kneeling in an upright position.
My head raises with his cock, so I shift forward a little, so that I can deep throat him. His phallus is big, but not as big as Doug’s, so it’s a little easier to sink my mouth onto him and begin to deep throat his cock.
I try to turn my head a little so the viewers can see one boy deep throating another and noticed the number has jumped to 27! Fuck, this is popular and do a quick calculation - 27 x 3 is £81!
His hand moves up my back, pulling my top up and pushing down my panties, so that the top half of my ass cheeks are revealed to the viewers. I feel him pick something up with his right hand from the bed and when he grabs my neck with his left, I prepare myself for the worst. THWATT! THWATT! THWATT! THWATT!
“Mummmmmmph!” I moan as four sharp pains flash across my upturned peach.
The blows were not vicious, but they hurt like hell, when they impacted on my already bruised buttocks. I try to push myself up, but he has a firm grip of my neck, keeping me impaled on his iron rod. . THWATT! THWATT! THWATT! THWATT!
“Mummmmmmph!” My butt explodes with pain again, when he lashes another four blows onto the same area of my blazing flesh. I’m close to tears when he finally released me and starts to steer me round through 180 degrees. I glance up at the screen through my tearful eyes and shocked to see that it reads 56!
He moves in between my legs, pushing my knees apart with his knees and gets a good grip of my slim hips with his enormous hands. He positions me cleverly, so that my anus is just visible above the elastic of the knickers, but hiding the gash of my sex from the viewer’s hungry eyes.
His wet cock spears me and I’m glad I drenched it with saliva, because he slowly fucks me for over three minutes. The viewer count held steady at 62, while I put on the acting performance of my life for a minute or two.
Then the numbers started to dwindle and quickly drop back into single figures, at which point Zak withdraws and sits back onto one of the satin pillows dotted around the bed. He beckons for me to crawl to him and when I’m nestled in his lap again, he puts his arm around me.
“You were brilliant Judy. You’ve got a pert little ass, which is what the punters like to see. One more session and you’re finished!” he whispers.
Chapter 15
Candy struts along beside me and appears to be quite happy with the way the session at the agency turned out. My second quarter of an hour in front of the live cameras, reached 54 viewers, which along with 62 in the first session was on the high end of expectations, according to Todd.
My poor buttocks feel raw and are sizzling with heat from the thrashings I received, while my butt hole aches and feels as though it still has a cock in it!
It’s just after 5.00 pm and we’re on our way to Dover House, where Candy is going to show me the apartment that Sergio has allocated to me. I’m still wondering if there’s any way that I might get back into his good books. I’m sure he’s going to be pleased with my efforts in the live cam room and how I made him a lot of money.
“How much further Candy,” I ask.
We turn into a residential street and I begin to feel a bit self-conscious. My bright pink tube dress, now looks out of place in the thinly populated streets of this part of Brighton.
I’m still wearing the wig, under instructions from Todd, who says that Sergio has seen the live streaming on his phone. Apparently, he’s so pleased, he decided that he wants me to have my hair cut and dyed to match the wig.
I nearly snatched it off my head when he told me the news, but had eventually calmed down when I realized that Todd wasn’t to blame. I resolved to have it out with Sergio when we meet up later at the restaurant.
“We’re here,” she says, pointing at a large square red brick building, three stories high. The name ‘DOVER HOUSE’ stands out, high on the wall of the modern block, in large white letters.
Candy uses a key to let us in through the front door and we climb two flights of concrete stairs to the top floor, where we walk along an open balcony to a door marked 33. The minute we enter the flat, I realize that someone is living here.
“Someone lives here,” I declare, stepping over some letters and walking through the hall into a large, messy lounge/diner.
Clothing and magazines are strewn haphazardly around on the furniture.
“Yes, me!” she glares in my direction, while throwing the letters on the table. “Get one thing in that thick head of yours. When I’m not at Sergio’s, I live here and you’re not to touch my stuff. You’re going to have to put up with me for a few weeks whenever Sergio needs to have me out of his flat for a spell.”
It’s now clear how Sergio, with the help of Candy, has successfully transformed me into one of his agency girls. I should be outraged on finding out that Candy is his real live-in whore, but relent when I consider my limited options. Maybe it’ll be easier to escape from the situation if I’m living with Candy in her flat.
“This is my flat and you’re a guest,” Candy continues reading the riot act. “So you do as you’re told! Got that?” I nod, but I don’t like it. “Your room is the first door on the left, mine’s at the end.”
I walk into the hall, open the door to my room and discover the small room is very sparsely furnished. The double divan has no coverings, while the single wardrobe and chest of drawers are empty. I return to the hall, where I check out the kitchen and bathroom which are both well equipped.
When I return to the lounge, I find Candy standing naked in the middle of the room. She’s thrown my red dress and her thong onto the settee and is reading a letter she’d picked up on the way in. She’s 4” taller than me at 5’6” and because of her larger tits and extra height, looks quite a bit heavier.
Candy has tied her fair hair back enabling me to see a small tattoo the shape of a dagger on the side of her neck. As she turns her body toward me, I also notice that she has the same tattoo, just above the centre of her vulva, pointing down, over the smooth skin, to her labium cleft.
Her dark hair contrasts sharply with he
r pale skin and tattoos, which along with her cherry coloured nipples, really stand out on her body. She seems a tad upset with what she’s reading and suddenly throws it down among a stack of other bills and letters strewn about the table.
“Fucking bastards!” she curses and then picks it up again and sits down on one of the dining chairs to look at the document for a second time.
“What’s the matter, Candy?” I ask.
She looks up at me and considers her response for a moment.
“The bills are never ending. Never mind, you’ll find out. Get your togs off, we’ll have a shower together!”
I’ve been trying to think of a way to get on her better side. If we’re going to live in the same flat, then I ought to make an effort, I reason, so I dump my bag and start to squirm out of the pink dress.
I slip out of my thong and carefully remove my wig, making sure my hair stays in place, before following Candy to the bathroom. The shower is a generous size and once under the hot spray, my troubles seem to ease away. We wash each other’s bodies thoroughly and for the first time in her company, I really start to enjoy myself.
“Come to my room so we can dry each other,” she says, stepping out of the cubicle.
We both grab a towel and walk through to her bedroom, which is a lot tidier than the rest of the flat. She reaches down at the side of the bed and opens a drawer, which contains, among other bondage items, countless dildos.
Candy reaches in and pulls out a ‘U’ shape double dildo, with realistic balls in the middle. One end is thick and short, while the other is the shape of a normal size cock.
“Ever used one of these?” she asks, chuckling. “Who needs men, hey?” She throws it on the bed and comes round to dry my back.
“No…” I reply hesitantly. “I haven’t.”
“Well, now’s the time to get used to being a man. Sergio will want you to perform with one on the live cams and I’ve got to say, that the ones he uses at the studio, can’t be distinguished from the real thing!”
“Do you mean, I might have to perform with other girls and actually fuck them?” I ask, flabbergasted by all the possible scenarios that spring into my mind.
“Sure, why not? At least you’ll have some silicone in your quim, rather than a cock up your ass!” She chuckles to herself.
“But I’m only 5’2” tall. I’ll look silly pretending to be a well-endowed guy!”
“Nah, there’s plenty of tarts smaller than you. We regularly get two Chinese girls from another agency who are under 5 feet tall. You’ll have a ball!”
After we finish drying and fondling each other, Candy pushes me on the bed and tells me to open my legs. When she offers the thick end of the devise up to my pussy, my creamy portal doesn’t want to stretch to accommodate it, but she’s persistent and drives it home, until the silicone balls stop it from going any further.
My poor vagina feels as though it’s stretched beyond its limit, but I grin and bear it, knowing that my body will adjust and I’ll soon be enjoying the experience.
“Now get on your hands and knees, Judy, and feel what it’s like to have a cock and balls.” I roll over, climb onto all fours and look under my body at the hanging phallus, with its swinging testicles. Candy rummages in the drawer and comes up with a standard dildo, which is realistically veined and almost as thick as my wrist. I watch her go to the nightstand and open a jar of jelly, before smearing the substance on the dildo.
“What are you doing, Candy,” I ask anxiously, suspecting she’s going to shove it in my ass.
“I’m gonna show you what it’ll feel like, when you’re fucking a girl and getting shafted in the ass at the same time by some stud!”
She approaches my ass with the slimy fake cock.
“No Candy, not again today. I’m in enough pain already and that’s too big!” I protest.
“Pack it in Judy. I’ve gotta train you and this lube will ease the pain. Now stop whinging and dip your back, or I’ll have to spank you like Zak did!”
For fuck’s sake, is she always going to be this bossy? I’m going to have to live with the girl and the prospect of fucking all day in front of the cameras. The thought of having to come back to the flat to perform more sex acts with her, demoralises me!
I reluctantly comply by dipping my back, pushing my butt back and biting my lip, while she forces the invader deep into my rectum. I gasp until a big knob on the end stops it from going any further.
I’m chock full of silicone and when I move, I can feel the two dildos rubbing together through the walls of my vagina. I marvel at how such large objects can be crammed into my tiny orifices and how the muscles of my petite body adjust to them! She slaps my butt with some force, sending a flashing pain across my posterior.
“Owww! Why’d you do that?” I protest. “That hurt!”
She climbs onto the bed and lies down with her head on the pillows and her legs spread either side of me.
“Judy, I’m warning you now, if you step out of line, I’m gonna beat you like I did last night!” I remain silent, because I don’t want to antagonize her and besides I’m pretty sure she’ll carry out her threat.
I look down at her pussy, which she’s blatantly spreading for me, and realize I want to explore her tender folds. I know that if I get her juices flowing it’ll make it easier to spear her with my silicone cock.
“Come on Judy. Imagine you’re a boy and I’m you. Show me how you’d like to be fucked!”
It was an interesting idea, so I move forward and bent down to kiss her inner thighs. I move round in little circles making sure that I cover her thighs, belly and finally her vulva with aggressive, wet kisses.
I have a quick look at her 1” tattoo above her vulva and discover that it is a dagger and has been inked in particularly fine detail. When I arrive at her firm labia, I begin to investigate her cleft with my tongue, until I manage to tease her clit out and grasp it with my lips.
Once I have a good grip on it, I begin to suck and roll her tiny organ until it begins to swell and trigger her blazing vagina to gush with creamy juices. My tongue immediately darts into her pouting portal where I begin to search for her G-spot. Candy’s soft purring changes to a sharp intake of breath, when I locate her trigger, enabling me to concentrate on that part of her quim for a while.
I suddenly pull my head away and crawl forward, so that I could guide the dildo into her sopping quim. It glides in effortlessly, enabling me to thrust my fake cock into her, up to the hilt. I immediately feel the silicone testicles bounce back and forth between our butts along with another pleasant sensation.
I soon discover, that every time I thrust into her, the shaft inside me, pulls out slightly and when I withdrew from her, the motion drives the dildo back into me. I grin down at Candy and she grins back, clearly appreciating what’s happening to me.
I’m soon fucking both of us, as fast as my petite hips can drive my cock into her. We eventually explode into an orgasm together, whereupon I collapse onto her, utterly exhausted.
Chapter 16
After we finished with the silicone cocks, Candy became distant and didn’t want to show any sign of bonding with me at all. Her attitude disappoints me, because I want her to consider me to be more like a sister than her slave.
Candy and I are wearing the same dresses that we’d worn earlier, but I’ve donned a pair of white hold-ups and a clean pair of pink cotton panties from Candy’s undies drawer.
I ask her about the tattoos while we’re dressing and she explains that all the girl’s at the agency have to have them, as a mark of our loyalty to the company. I dig for information about the company, but she’s evasive and I get the impression that I’ll soon find out the details from Sergio.
It’s 7.10 when our taxi pulls up outside the restaurant. Candy is agitated, because we’re late and we both know that Sergio doesn’t like to be kept waiting.
St George’s Grill is Sergio’s favourite restaurant in Brighton, because he likes the secluded boot
h arrangement, enabling him to discuss business in relative privacy. It also enables his Mafiosi friends to fondle and grope Candy and myself throughout the meal.
The restaurant is quiet at this time in the evening but the few people that are seated, watch us pass their tables with keen interest. We approach Sergio’s booth and I notice he’s with Paola and a woman, who I’ve never seen before.
They are in an intense discussion and only look up when we stop at the end of the table. The dark haired woman is seated at the head of the horseshoe while Sergio and Paola are seated either side of her.
Sergio’s expression changes to one of surprise, when he notices I’m wearing the wig, and then to amusement while he examines my new image.
“Judy, Candy, sit down,” he signals to me to sit next to Paola, so I slide in to the right of the big man, who hasn’t taken his eyes off me since I arrived.
“The wig suits you,” Paola declares, in his thick Italian accented drawl.
He immediately places his paw-like hand on my left thigh and slides it up under the hem of my dress, until his fingers reach the gentle swell in my cotton panties. I’m used to his behaviour and having my vulva stroked hardly bothers me anymore. I even part my thighs so that his fingers can delve in between my soft silky inner flesh and nudge up against my humid bulge.
“Thank you,” I mutter, obligingly opening up a little more, so that he can explore a little further. I’m a lot happier with him playing with my cunt than my anus and resolve to try and steer him in that direction in the future. While his fingers try to wheedle their way inside my panties. I glance up at Sergio’s female guest.
“Judy, this is Rosa my cousin,” Sergio says, introducing the striking woman.
Her piercing blue eye study me intensely, but I can’t determine what she’s thinking from her curious expression.
“Sergio, she’s perfect. Such a sweet mix! Where did you find her?” she asks without taking her eyes from my face.