{"id":71,"date":"2013-03-04T18:01:32","date_gmt":"2013-03-04T18:01:32","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2013\/03\/04\/a-matter-of-ass\/"},"modified":"2013-03-04T18:01:32","modified_gmt":"2013-03-04T18:01:32","slug":"a-matter-of-ass","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2013\/03\/04\/a-matter-of-ass\/","title":{"rendered":"A Matter of Ass"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There were three bare asses in a row, the girls bent over a railing, their heads together and giggling as they waited. \u00a0The girl from the front desk touched Whippet&rsquo;s elbow. \u00a0&quot;It&rsquo;ll be those three. \u00a0Showers are in the back, towels on the shelves, and just wrap yourself up and stand over there and warm up. Seriously. \u00a0You&rsquo;ll do great.&ldquo; \u00a0She gave him a brilliant smile and was gone.<\/p>\n<p>Whippet gulped and slunk across to the shower room. \u00a0He hosed off, trying to stop shaking. \u00a0<em>You didn&rsquo;t even use your real name<\/em>, he reminded himself. \u00a0<em>No one will know.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>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. \u00a0The girls hadn&rsquo;t moved, and their asses jiggled whenever they shifted, beckoning him. \u00a0He dropped his hand to his cock and encouraged its hardening.<\/p>\n<p>The doors banged open. \u00a0&quot;Right! \u00a0So let&rsquo;s do this.&rdquo; \u00a0The man that Whippet knew as Sam, one of the producers at the studio, crossed the room in three big strides. \u00a0&quot;Where&rsquo;s our man?&ldquo; \u00a0He consulted his clipboard. \u00a0&quot;Whippet?&rdquo;<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Here,&rdquo; Whippet said in a tiny voice. \u00a0Sam glanced up, his eyebrows betraying his skepticism, but he shrugged and made a checkmark.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Cameras,&rdquo; Sam said, and the girl from the front desk was at Whippet&rsquo;s side again.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;This way,&rdquo; she said, leading him to the three bare asses. \u00a0She took his hand and rested it on the first ass, a dark, savory round one. \u00a0&quot;Whippet, this is Daisy.&ldquo;<\/p>\n<p>The girl looked over her shoulder, flashing her very white teeth. \u00a0&quot;Hi, Whippet. \u00a0You gonna fuck me up the ass today?&rdquo;<\/p>\n<p>He swallowed again. \u00a0&quot;Uh &#8211; sure, yeah, I&rsquo;m gonna &#8211; &ldquo; \u00a0He looked to the front desk girl, who gave him an expectant look. \u00a0&quot;Fuck you so hard.&rdquo;<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Oh good,&rdquo; Daisy said, and turned away to giggle with her co-stars.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Honey, and Fuschia,&rdquo; the desk girl said, putting his hand on each ass in turn. \u00a0&quot;You&rsquo;ll love them. \u00a0They&rsquo;re sweethearts.&ldquo;<\/p>\n<p>&quot;Sweethearts. \u00a0Right.&rdquo; \u00a0Whippet fumbled under the towel for his cock. \u00a0Someone whipped away the towel and turned a heat lamp towards them. \u00a0Whippet found that his shaking was slowing down.<\/p>\n<p>The director cried, &ldquo;Action!&rdquo; and the girls wriggled over the railing for a while before they stood and presented themselves to Whippet. \u00a0He reached tentatively for their breasts, but soon the timidity was gone as they rubbed their bare flesh against his.<\/p>\n<p>Then Daisy rolled in front of him and presented herself, cheeks spread wide. \u00a0Whippet gazed down at the tiny puckered hole and licked his lips.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Kiss it,&rdquo; the director called.<\/p>\n<p>Whippet put one hand on each cheek and spread her wide. \u00a0He hesitated, then flicked out his tongue. \u00a0Daisy&rsquo;s flavor was sweet and aromatic, completely unoffensive and very arousing. \u00a0He worked his way around the perimeter, then someone dashed up and slickened his cock with lube.<\/p>\n<p>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. \u00a0She opened to receive him, tightening around his shaft, and he groaned. &ldquo;Oh god. \u00a0Godddd.&rdquo;<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Mmmm. \u00a0I like you right there. \u00a0Go deeper in my ass.&rdquo;<\/p>\n<p>Whippet began to thrust, throwing his head back so he could concentrate. \u00a0When he looked down, Daisy&rsquo;s soft back bobbing in front of him made him clench his nails into her thighs and squeeze. \u00a0She whimpered and shivered and Whippet found his vision going red.<\/p>\n<p>Someone pulled him free and hands were on his cock. \u00a0He looked down to see Honey and Fuschia working him up and down, grinning.<\/p>\n<p>&ldquo;Can&rsquo;t come <em>too<\/em> soon, lover boy,&rdquo; Honey said, and he happily leaned into the mercy of their tongues.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There were three bare asses in a row, the girls bent over a railing, their heads together and giggling as they waited. \u00a0The girl from the front desk touched Whippet&rsquo;s elbow. \u00a0&quot;It&rsquo;ll be those three. \u00a0Showers are in the back, towels on the shelves, and just wrap yourself up and stand over there and warm &hellip; <\/p>\n<p class=\"link-more\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/2013\/03\/04\/a-matter-of-ass\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading<span class=\"screen-reader-text\"> &#8220;A Matter of Ass&#8221;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[62,156,17,22,24,50,47,25,33,16,54],"class_list":["post-71","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized","tag-anal","tag-ass","tag-erotica","tag-fantasy","tag-fantasy-digest","tag-foursome","tag-porn","tag-sex","tag-short-story","tag-smut","tag-straight"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=71"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/71\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=71"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=71"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.augustwritesabook.com\/tumblr-backup\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=71"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}