The Story of King Leer – A Parody

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The Story of King Leer

The ‘Love’ Trial

Kingsley Levine, known lovingly by his nickname King Leer, had been in charge of the Great British Pornography studios for sixty years. It being his belief that no man should suffer the indignity of working directly under another, he had only female assistants, three of them to be exact, and employed only the young, photogenic, well-endowed and inexperienced of men. It may have been that King found other men intimidating, or indeed that he merely preferred the feel of a woman underneath him. The porn industry, as you may well know, is one (or at least can be one) in which the woman is more powerful and better paid than the man: at least on screen.

And so, in his sixtieth year as head of GBP, King wanted to retire, leaving his pornographic empire in the hands of somebody else. The problem, however, was that he whilst he would trust any one of the three of his assistants to run things, he couldn’t decide which, and didn’t want to leave the other two without jobs. Women, especially these ones, were extremely catty, and none of them would surely be able to work under another for long.

And so he devised a plan, to divide the company into three departments, and then to have the girls rule one department each, with the whole company turned into a democratic triumvirate. It was, he thought, as astonishing plan. The departments would be casting the red lacy panties were simply pushed to one side as a single hunk of spit provided her with all the lube she was going to get to take the 8 inch cock that he slipped out from his shorts.

Luckily the humiliation of the situation was starting to turn Rhea on: she had escort bursa started rather like Susie had, though unlike Susie she had never been eaten out by her boss, in fact she had spent many an afternoon pleasing the higherup women in the department: both on an off camera the younger Rhea was truly the sluttiest of sluts, though all of this seemed like a long time ago now.

Rhea was a little too low, at the back, through already her head pointed down, and so Cock 1’s adjustments to the swing put her at a serious angle. Despite the assumed bit of blood rush, she managed to keep sucking Susie’s cunt, though witnessing the monstrous fuck before her eyes sent Susie soon into orgasm, clenching her legs around Rhea’s face, and moaning very loudly, her eyes fixed on Cock 1 at the point at which his black skin became lost in the folds of Rhea’s pink cunt. She was already looking pretty used and abused, though really this was nothing yet.

Susie dismounted, and thanked Rhea, disdainfully, for being ‘such a pathetic little slut for me’, before returning, still shaking, to the others. There was a bit of a cheer from the other trainees that she returned to, and a few high fives. Susie was starting however to feel very exposed, and wishes that she was allowed her clothes back: at least soon enough more of the room would be naked.

Cunt 1, as I will have to now start naming the ladies, was an administrative employee, of about fifty-five, who had had the odd run-in with Rhea and was, I think, just looking for some revenge. She got a dildo from the table, lubed it up a little bit, and came to kneel by Cock 1, underneath Rhea’s lowerback, with Cock 1 still pounding away. With one hand over bursa otele gelen escort Rhea’s body, her long nails digging into Rhea’s hips, Cunt 1 steadied the slut before placed the tip of the dildo on her anus. It was already wet from the fucking, but with the lube also the dildo slid in beautifully, though I’m sure much to the pain of Rhea, who seemed to wince a little.

‘Oi,’ she shouted, still kneeling under Rhea’s arse, ‘Andy, bring us some rope.’

Again his camp run got a laugh out of the audience: it was starting to feel like a Christmas party porno; she wished she’d got Andy to bring drinks.

With the rope Cunt 1 affixed the dildo as best she could.

Standing up Cunt 1 declared, ‘anyone wanting to use that arse, remember to plug it back up when you’ve finished. Sluts like this need filling all the time: it’s the only way they feel anything.’

Though there was roleplay in the words, there was real malice in the expression. She spat on Rhea’s tits, like a man might on a urinal, and she wandered back to wear she had been standing. And urinal, it would seem, would soon be the appropriate metaphor.

Cock 2 was a simply blowjob, during which Rhea was thankfully returned to a level. He high-fived Cock 1, and then came on Rhea’s tits, whipping himself on her hair before wandering off once again.

Cock 3 needed a piss, which he announced to the group, who ‘oooh’ at the change in direction.

He stood about a foot behind Rhea’s head and told her to lean back and open wide. The piss covered her face, drenching her hair, though some of it made its way into her mouth, and she dutifully smiled, glancing over to King bursa merkez escort as she did so, who looked happy. She was desperately hoping that she had not bitten off more than she could chew (so to speak) or misunderstood the brief.

‘Well done,’ Cock 3 said, slapping Rhea hard across the tits before leaving. Cock 1 then finally finished, pumping his load deep into Rhea, and then – perhaps the most demeaning way of all to leave – simply walking away without a word. The scissors were handed to Andy.

And so it went on, very much like this. Cock 7 (I think) fucked her arse, and then made her suck his shit-stained member clean, and Cunts 4, 5 and 6 all just pissed on her in the circle: you know how girls like to the use the loo together.

The issue that was starting to arise was the lack of an end point. If it just carried on until everyone was definitely done, then most of the room would have been bored stiff, or rather bored flaccid, long before.

Most of the toys had been used: Rhea had choked on the strapons, her nipples were raw from the clamps, and her cunt had been shocked so many times it was virtually numb.

Everything, pretty much, had been done. There was an abundance to Rhea’s approach, unlike the more streamlined display from Megan. Megan was starting to feel a little left out of it, and then she had an idea. What did King not really like; what might actually ruin Rhea’s display, and leave a nasty taste in her mouth.

‘Alright, alright,’ Megan said, ‘one last thing.’

She looked at Rhea: there wasn’t a point on Rhea’s body that had not been ejaculated on.

‘You have outdone yourself, Rhea. You truly are the most worthless of sluts. You are going to eat my shit, and then we shall untie you.’

‘Ok,’ Rhea said, though this was what she had feared.

‘Andy, darling, get your phone out. I want this filmed.’

‘Someone go and get me a bucket of cold water, I’m not sitting on a face like that: I’ll catch Gonorrhea.’ (someone ran out of the room) ‘Now, you pathetic little toilet, beg me for my shit.’