The Story of King Leer - A Parody

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 & filming, marketing & distribution, and the purse. However, he realized, for three girls are creative and hands on as these, that the first department was clearly the best, and the purse was clearly the worst, so he decided to ask the girls to prove to him which one was most worthy of the most important departments - interviews, effectively, though he thought it best that they be held together, so that nobody felt left out of anything.

He called his secretary - who was also, given how important her role was, obviously a woman - and got her to arrange a meeting with the three girls, and everyone else at the company.

The meeting was busy: fifty or sixty people, I'd guess, though with enough clothes to properly dress about ten. He was a lax boss, and if people didn't want to wear much that was fine with him. The mailman usually stripped at the door, and left everything in his locker. It felt like a strange move given he was not a pornstar in any capacity: but it was quirky, and people loved his confidence.

King had prepared a speech: 'Good morning, girls - Delia, Gonorrhea, and Megan - and good morning to everyone else. This morning I make my long awaited announcement that I will be leaving GBP, and settling into retirement. The company will of course be taken over by my three wonderful number twos, however I have had to make some difficult decisions about how this handover will occur. Girls: I have split the company into three departments, production, marketing and finance. However, knowing that you will all want production, I have devised a little fun test, an interview if you will, to decide who loves GBP the most and thus who should get the best department. Megan, would you like to go first?'

'Why yes, of course I would, but how King should I ever prove how much I love the company?'

'However you want: be creative, my love...'

Megan

Megan started to undress what little she had left, slowly pulling at the bow on her bikini top, walking towards King as it fell to the floor, revealing her beautiful breasts.

On the lower half of her body Megan had a miniskirt on: a pink one, that was ever so short, and as she walked, with exaggerated strides, swaying her hips, the skirt began to ride up, revealing the bottom of a beautifully shaved pussy. King was sitting in his thrown: like all pornographers he was obsessed with bling, and whilst everyone else was standing up, King had a gold thrown to sit on. Megan sat astride him, with her tits only inches from his face, as she started to play with her pussy: moaning loudly and throwing her head back.

These girls, of course, were pros. Whilst they had not been behind a camera for quite a few years, all three of them had experience in the red-tinted lime light.

'Daddy,' she said after a few minutes, making rigid eye contact with King, after first staring at his bulge, and smiling.

'Yes, baby.'

'I want you to ride you daddy. I want to take your cock out of those trousers, and bounce around on it. I want to help you fill me up with your spunk. Is that ok, daddy?'

He nodded, thinking: well daaamn!, this girl's gotta be the head of production, who else could direct my retirement entertainment?

She took his stiff-as-iron cock out of his pants, and immediately engulfed it in her pussy. Within seconds he was moaning from her perfect combination of grinding and clenching, and she was panting hard, refamiliarizing herself with the feeling of so many inches of dick inside of her so quickly.

She fiddled with her clit as she rode him, burying his face in her cleavage, which he excitedly sucked, bit and licked.

She asked one of the young boys for a cup, and hurried him exasperatedly through the final runup to her orgasm. This was her signature move: though she hadn't performed it in a while, and never on King. She came, clenching around his cock, still bouncing up and down on it, and leaning back to give him a good view. The cup she held against her clit, and moments after the orgasm hit she squirted into it. King was starting to get closer himself, and she rode him well, swirling the squirt around in the cup. When she felt he was almost there, she opened her mouth, and threw back her head, pouring the squirt such that it splattered all over her face, drinking some of it, letting some of it run through her hair, down to her tits, and the odd bit bounce off and fall on King himself.

She dismounted, King still in awe from the fuck, and licked his cock clean. Then she put the cup on the floor by King's feet, squatted over it, and pissed King's cum falling out of her with the piss, producing a dirty cocktail in the glass.

'You,' she shouted, pointing at the newest recruit to GBP, Susie, just eighteen a few weeks ago, and set to film her feature later that day - 'take your clothes off and kneel before Mr Leer.'

'Yes, miss.'

She ran over to Megan, shaking a little though very turned on. Megan had interviewed the girl, and so she knew how kinky she was: and knew that public humiliation was her thing. The shoot tomorrow was for sorority film, in which she would undergo a mental initiation process: Susie wrote most of the script herself.

As she stripped, she looked only at Megan, who took her clothes of her one by one. She was the most dressed in the room: you know what apprentices are like! Once naked she turned to King, with whom she had had virtually no contact yet, and knelt by his feet, just behind the glass of piss and cum that everyone's eyes were still focused upon.

'Now pick up the glass, thank daddy for his present, and drink it: at no point do you break eye contact with him.'

'Yes, miss.'

She picked up the glass, looked at it for a moment, and then looked at King. 'Thank you, daddy, for the beautiful gift of your cum.' She opened her mouth, gave the glass a quick sniff, and then downed the whole thing in one. The gulp of her swallow got a bit of a cheer, and she smiled, though her mouth had been violated by the most awful combination of flavours.

'Thank you, daddy. Thank you, miss.'

'Stand up, piss bucket,' Megan ordered.

As Susie stood up Megan walked behind her, and put her hand between her legs.

'Wet already, piss bucket, from that?'

She nodded, a little embarrassed.

'Pick the clothes up from my office at 5, now fuck off.'

'Yes, miss.'

Megan bowed a little from the performance, which she hoped had been enough to get her the production role. She redressed and went to stand with the other girls. Gonorrhea starred at her amazedly, knowing that she would have to top that. Her mind was racing trying to find ideas. She wished she'd spent the performance planning her own, but had been far too distracted.

Delia looked bored.

'Who wants to go next?'

Gonorrhea looked over at Delia, but there was barely any sings of life from her. And so, relunctantly, she lifted up her hand.

'Rhea, darling, please... the stage is yours.'

Rhea

So, I should explain: she's not really called Gonorrhea, obviously - she's just called Rhea, but everyone calls her that after a bit of a mini-epidemic back when she first started. Most of the folk here now probably don't even know that's why: the name stuck and is rather funny.

To do anything that Megan did would simply seem derivative, but luckily Rhea had other expertise, and knew that King was a proper dirty fucker.

She wondered about Susie, and whether she could reuse her.

This was about confidence, and so despite the fact that she was rather running blind, Rhea flicked a switch in her mind and decided to be in control.

'First things first, lets get some toys... Andy, heel.'

Andy, a young blonde lad, with swimming trunks on (he did a lot of poolside pornos) ran over to her, in that slightly camp way that he did, and that everyone loved - she would play this to her advantage.

She whispered in his ear a list of items, and then as he ran off again she spanked his arse hard, which got a high pitched 'ooooh, yes' from Andy, and which she thinks got a bit of a titter out of King.

There was now time to kill, and so Rhea thought that perhaps she should introduce what she was going to do, which she had just about decided, and thus allowing her to explain what it proves about her love for King and for GBP.

'Now Megan has make you feel good, and shown her love through her worshipping of your body, your cock, and your cum. I am guessing you are rather tired now, and might want more of a show, so what I'm going to do is I'm going to string myself up and show you just how much I will take for you. I am going to take every cock in this room - they've got a choice of three holes: or I can wank them of, of course. The women can decide if they want to fist me, or smother my face. You, of course, King, may decide at any point that you wish to join in, either as part of the group, or dismissing them and having me all to yourself. There will be toys as well, once Andy gets, and I am,' she gulped, clearly having to force the following words out of her mouth, 'anyone's toilet as well.'

Needless to say that Rhea is not the most linguistically adept of pornographers - though her scripts do quite well in the more rough-and-ready, amateur-style forums. She is however good at gangbangs, and her endurance was second to none. You are starting to understand, I should think, how she got her nickname.

Megan had forced someone else to drink her piss, and though the display was erotic, and it showed leadership skills, it did not show Megan's love, in fact, as Rhea saw it, Susie in her submission had overshadowed Megan. It had been years since Rhea had done any watersports, but she would probably be fine. The word toilet suggested the possibility of more, but she had rather hoped that this would be forgotten.

Andy got back into the room, with two large bags, and a stepladder. Together (I think they have done this before), they hoisted Rhea up into the air, suspended by rope from a hook that was in the ceiling. With Shibari as popular as it is these days every room in the company had such hooks.

Andy took out the various sex toys and laid them on a table, the final of which was a pair of scissors, which Andy did not place down but instead showed the room, like a magician's assistant.

'Come now... who's first?... you get the fun job of undressing me, with these!'

The room was silent, and then Susie stepped forward - still totally naked, of course, and presumably still rather wet. She took the scissors out of Andy's hands and walked towards the suspended Rhea, who was mentally preparing for possibly the largest gang bang of her life.

We all - I know I did - expected a man to step forward, and for him to tear off just enough to get at her cunt and to start like that, and for Rhea to become caked in cum as the evening wore on. This was an unexpected start.

Susie lowered the top half of Rhea's body, such that her shoulders lay comfortably at the height of Susie's waist, and then placed her beautifully shaven, dripping-wet snatch right on Rhea's mouth, forcing her head back to do so.

The instruction, though silent, was clear, make me cum bitch, and it had been delivered by the new girl to the soon-to-be new (surely?!) head of production. Susie, in such an act, hoped to piss off her boss such that in future she would be cast in the most violent and humiliating of pornos. The dominant role that she had briefly asserted was not one that came naturally: she had much preferred guzzling down the piss-cum cocktail earlier, but it had made her wet, and she did love to cum.

She had positioned herself facing Rhea's body, and as Rhea's tongue got to work, Susie started hacking into Rhea's clothes, slicing through the beautiful top, and roughly exposing the breasts underneath. Soon they would be coated in spunk, the spunk of the whole company, and for now she was an untouched goddess, with the magnificent body of an older women, that Susie would love to be dominated by, but that she would happily play with for now.

Once Rhea was topless, with a heap of rags on the floor, Susie reach over and slipped the scissors down her knickers, the cold metal against her labia, and announced to the group, 'come on, one of you guys gotta be hard by now, come and join me'.

When I said that King mainly employed women for his senior roles, that doesn't mean that there wasn't a good twenty or so young men about, and a few kept appearing - presumably word of what was happening had got out. I don't know everyone's name, and you'll forget them anyway, so lets just start numbering the cocks.

Cock 1, a black guy, much taller than Susie, walked over, bent down to give her a little kiss, and gave Rhea's left tit a good tug as he did so, then positioned himself between Rhea's legs and took the scissors out of her panties. All he did was undress her snatch: the scissors from the costume department cut easily through Rhea's trousers, and Cock 1 wasn't hanging about; 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 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 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 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.'