HFM - Trevor
Trevor is a 22 year old lad with dreams of being a porn star. Back on the planet earth he’s doing a computer course, which, I suspect, means he’s unemployed and the Department of Social Security are making him do it under threat of stopping his ‘free money’ every week.<br/><br/>He didn’t want to do anything ‘involving his bottom’, anything that would make him look stupid, and I also had to reassure him there was no chance of his mates seeing this. I pointed out that we could cancel the whole thing there and then if he’d changed his mind. The way his face dropped like a stone he'd obviously already spent the fee. I knew right away this was going to be fun.
We start as we mean to go on, and tell him to bend over. Predictably he’s really unhappy and cross about it, worried about his little bottom!
His legs were trembling, he really hates this.
The more he complains, the wider we spread his arse cheeks.
It’s such a thrill, being able to look at his asshole so closely, while we soak up his whingeing.
Jane wanted to see him with his own sweaty pants up his nose.
I thought he had complained a lot when we played with his arse, but that was nothing compared to when we brought Carla out. I’d already told him he was going to fuck our friend, but not being particularly imaginative he probably thought the worst case scenario would be us wheeling out a hugely overweight older woman. Carla is nothing of the sort - she's slim and lovely - just made of plastic, that’s all.<br/><br/>It’s impossible to do anything with a blow-up doll without looking like an idiot, let alone fuck it. Trevor proved to be no exception and, as he pumped away at her, provided some delicious embarrassed cringes and hopelessly sad faces. Carla's seeing-to was delivered with the kind of enthusiasm you’d expect to see from a 22 year old lad – just not with a blow-up doll.
Jane and I are ecstatic, he’s like putty in our hands.
Jane tells him she’ll be really cross if Carla gets damaged.
His fit little arse will get a whack if he does damage Carla.
He’s fucking poor Carla up her arse (because Jane told him too) so I get my paddle out and smack him.
He came nicely, despite his hands being taped neatly down so he couldn’t maul us, and Jane did a fine job of collecting his come so it could be thrown away easily. The look on his face throughout indicated he’d realised agreeing to do this was a big mistake. But he's done it now.<br/><br/>He definitely didn’t want the pie in the face at all, but as his hands were taped down he had no choice. Anyway, Jane and I wanted the right last impression. We wanted to be sure that every time we think about him, which given his lovely arse and big cock will be often, we’ll laugh out loud. And that is exactly what we do.
We didn’t want to bother with any embarrassing small talk while he sorted himself out, so left him to get out of the chair himself, get cleaned up, and let himself out.
