There were three bare asses in a row, the girls bent over a railing, their heads together and giggling as they waited. The girl from the front desk touched Whippet’s elbow. "It’ll be those three. Showers are in the back, towels on the shelves, and just wrap yourself up and stand over there and warm up. Seriously. You’ll do great.“ She gave him a brilliant smile and was gone.
Whippet gulped and slunk across to the shower room. He hosed off, trying to stop shaking. You didn’t even use your real name, he reminded himself. No one will know.
The towels were big and soft, and he lounged in them for a moment, enjoying the steam from the painfully hot shower before he slipped back into the main room. The girls hadn’t moved, and their asses jiggled whenever they shifted, beckoning him. He dropped his hand to his cock and encouraged its hardening.
The doors banged open. "Right! So let’s do this.” The man that Whippet knew as Sam, one of the producers at the studio, crossed the room in three big strides. "Where’s our man?“ He consulted his clipboard. "Whippet?”
“Here,” Whippet said in a tiny voice. Sam glanced up, his eyebrows betraying his skepticism, but he shrugged and made a checkmark.
“Cameras,” Sam said, and the girl from the front desk was at Whippet’s side again.
“This way,” she said, leading him to the three bare asses. She took his hand and rested it on the first ass, a dark, savory round one. "Whippet, this is Daisy.“
The girl looked over her shoulder, flashing her very white teeth. "Hi, Whippet. You gonna fuck me up the ass today?”
He swallowed again. "Uh – sure, yeah, I’m gonna – “ He looked to the front desk girl, who gave him an expectant look. "Fuck you so hard.”
“Oh good,” Daisy said, and turned away to giggle with her co-stars.
“Honey, and Fuschia,” the desk girl said, putting his hand on each ass in turn. "You’ll love them. They’re sweethearts.“
"Sweethearts. Right.” Whippet fumbled under the towel for his cock. Someone whipped away the towel and turned a heat lamp towards them. Whippet found that his shaking was slowing down.
The director cried, “Action!” and the girls wriggled over the railing for a while before they stood and presented themselves to Whippet. He reached tentatively for their breasts, but soon the timidity was gone as they rubbed their bare flesh against his.
Then Daisy rolled in front of him and presented herself, cheeks spread wide. Whippet gazed down at the tiny puckered hole and licked his lips.
“Kiss it,” the director called.
Whippet put one hand on each cheek and spread her wide. He hesitated, then flicked out his tongue. Daisy’s flavor was sweet and aromatic, completely unoffensive and very arousing. He worked his way around the perimeter, then someone dashed up and slickened his cock with lube.
He took a deep breath and let her wiggle against him for a moment before he pressed the tip to her hole and pushed in. She opened to receive him, tightening around his shaft, and he groaned. “Oh god. Godddd.”
“Mmmm. I like you right there. Go deeper in my ass.”
Whippet began to thrust, throwing his head back so he could concentrate. When he looked down, Daisy’s soft back bobbing in front of him made him clench his nails into her thighs and squeeze. She whimpered and shivered and Whippet found his vision going red.
Someone pulled him free and hands were on his cock. He looked down to see Honey and Fuschia working him up and down, grinning.
“Can’t come too soon, lover boy,” Honey said, and he happily leaned into the mercy of their tongues.