Narrated by "Tony." A half literate petty criminal from London England.
Double D Dolores
Dolores was the sort of dumb blonde who gets dumb blondes a bad name. She had peroxide blonde hair. Pearly white teeth. Blue eyes. Four inch heels. A tiny waist. A tiny miniskirt and big ideas. She had dropped out of high school in England before graduating and had no qualifications at all, she never even had a driver’s license.
She wanted to be a film star. Not just any film star but a genuine porn star and she had come to the right place. Hollywood, just outside Cambridge in Eastern England. Yes Hollywood England. Like I said she wasn’t that bright.
The only problem was her tits. Dolores barely filled a B cup.
But boy could that girl fuck. She arrived in the shortest mini dress I have ever seen this side of a Barbie doll. Man you could see her panties. You could see the crotch of her panties below the hem of her skirt. You could see the crotch of her panties glistening with juice even before we got started.
And when she got started. Man I never even suggested we did a porno fuck simulation. She just hauled her panties aside and started wanking about as soon as she stepped through the door. Her chest was pretty flat but her nipples were stiffer than some guys cocks, longer too I guess. She had her dress round her midriff and her bra off before we knew what hit us.
She had the belt out of Mikeys Levis and round his neck pulling him to her as she hauled down his zipper and dragged his cock out to say “Hello to Miss Pussy,” as she called it.
Hell we never put a cassette in the camera, we never turned the lights on or nothing. It was just mad. I started to fuck her ass while Mikey fucked her snatch. I changed rubbers and fucked her snatch while Mikey fucked her ass. I fucked her mouth bareback while she let Mikey fuck her doggy style. Then we did it again with a nine inch butt plug up her ass. Finally Mikey and me both got our cocks up her snatch together. Like Synchronised fucking from the SexOlympics on channel 92.
Man there was nothing she wouldn’t do. Well nothing we asked her to do anyway. We figured S and M and two girl action and bukkake and watersports could wait for another day.
So we gave her the thumbs up. Actually I darn near got my whole fist up she was so loose down below.
Which just left the small tits which would be a big turn off porno wise and that’s where we came in. See Mikey and me had a nice little earner. Breast enlargements for our porno stars. Now in England you can have them done for free at the local hospital if you have a psychological assessment and wait about fifteen years, or pay £2000 thats about $2500 to have them done privately, or, and this is where we came in, have it done overseas.
We had a deal with going with a guy in Bogota Colombia. The deal was could get breast implants done in Colombia for $250 American and she could pay us back out of what she earned for her first film.
“See honey,” I explained when we had a chat after she had her audition, “You fucked real nice.”
“Real nice,” Micky agreed.
“Especially when you double teamed us.” I added.
“I really liked it when you pushed both your cocks up my tight cunt at the same time!” she admitted.
Tight cunt? Who was she kidding? It was like a fire bucket, you could have got a fire extinguisher in there with room to spare.
I didn’t want to hurt her feelings, “Sure we sure appreciate your star quality, but you just ain’t got enough tit meat for the American market.”
“But I just want to do pornos not sell things on the market.” she said.
I just stared at her a moment, how could anyone actually be so stupid?
“Look, we can fix it,” I promised. “I got contacts who can get you a great deal on tit implants.”
“Really!” she gasped. “Oh Roger!”
She stuck her damned tongue down my throat and damn near smothered me.
Of course she only had her bra and panties on. I had my shorts on. You guessed it horn time.
I never had a chance, she had my shorts round my knees before you could say ‘Rattlesnake.’ She started stroking my tool like it was a pet poodle, except it didn’t lie down or sit. No siree it stretched right out like a big frankfurter sausage and she just about jumped on it.
Man that cunt might have been bucket size but her muscles were like world class. I bet even the Russian SexOlympic fuck squad with all their drugs and steroids and that wouldn’t have a set of cunt muscles that fine. Man she just milked that cum right out of me.
I just sat there. Drained. She hopped up straight away and leaped on Mikey for round two.
I watched them as I wiped my dick. Mikey’s ass was bobbing up and down as his shaft pistoned in and out of her juicy cunt. She was smiling at me like she was up for round three but man I was beat.
“Can I put you down for surgery?” I asked.
“Yes please.” she said all stupid like, “I always wanted big boobies, can I have Zee cup please?”
“I think you mean E cup?” In suggested, “You’d need a crane to lift Zee cup.”
“Nice big bouncy ones!” she laughed, “Gee I’ll be fighting the boys off.”
I sat there head in hands. I was shattered. I couldn’t see her doing much fighting! I could see her taking them on three at a time.
We managed to get rid of her in the end!
I got on to my contacts in Columbia, there was a slot two days time. Fly out. Operation, two weeks recuperation, fly home, $300 plus hotel plus, say $1000. Sweet.
There was a bit of problem with her passport, like she never had one, so we sort of borrowed one for her. From a girl who needed the cash.
This time it was Mikey’s turn to take the girl out to Colombia, I did the last one so I dropped them off at the airport and didn’t give them a thought for two whole weeks.
I went to meet them off the plane. I waited at Terminal Two for ages. The plane landed twenty minutes early due to a tailwind, but Mikey and the girl was nowhere to be seen. Two hours later he wandered out, “I can’t find the stupid bitch,” he said in mild panic.
“For fucks sake!” I gasped, “She’s got nigh on a million quids worth of gear in each tit!”
We hung around for ages. No one remotely like her was anywhere around.
We still didn’t realise we had been shafted. We thought she must have got lost.
We tried her mobile phone. It was on voicemail. We went back to the studio. We dug out her details. The landline just rang. We wrote down her address and set the sat nav on the Ford and headed over there.
It was an industrial zone. Brand new and unfinished units lined a brand new tarmac roadway. It took a while but slowly we realised. Maybe she was not quite as stupid as we thought.
We had three days. Plan A was we did a porn shoot and found her tits were lopsided. That was our excuse to get our pal Simon to do corrective surgery. Like knock her out with a whiff of gas and swap the gear filled implants for regular silicone, sillicon or whatever while she was out.
Three days before Tony was due to come around to collect the gear filled tit implants Simon had removed. To take the implants and pay us quite handsomely for services rendered.
We were in deep shit.
We did the most stupid thing we could think of. We rang Tony and told him.
“Sure,” he agreed, “Just forget it, these things happen.”
“What?” Mikey said, “Just like that?”
“Sure, just pay up and we’ll forget about it.” Tony agreed, “Couple of million American should do it.”
“I guess we’ll keep looking.” Mikey suggested.
But where to start. We had absolutely nothing to go on.
The Police came for us that weekend. No warning. We were at the studio. The door flew open. Half a dozen officers in riot gear stormed in complete with warrant.
Two days later they let us go. No evidence.
Even Tony kept a low profile.
Then there were rumours. A nnew supplier muscling in. A new Mr Big.
We concentrated on the pornos.
Three way girl action. You want to try it. I mean how do you get the shots when they forget where in the hell they are and just go for an orgasm?
There I was bellowing “Cut!” and two girls one on each end of a yard long dildo just kept right on thrusting against each other and looked at me like I was some kind of idiot while the third stood there bent over kissing one girl while the other tongued her snatch.
Poor old Mikey cum in his pants twice
It ain’t easy directing pornos.
You ever done a watersports one? Five lesbians pissing? That’s one hell of a lot of urine to mop up and it sure don’t smell like O de Cologne.
And what you supposed to do with piss soaked sofas? You sure as hell can’t take it back to World of Leather. And what about Dior fashions? You can’t very well take them back to the shop and it says dry clean only. No man, we had it rough.
Sometimes we had to stand in when the porno guys never showed. That ain’t easy either.
There is just so many times you can cum in a working day. You can’t push it. If you do you can’t hardly stand.
So we worked real hard.
We always wanted new talent. We advertised with the telephone people, little cards on the phone boxes.
That’s how Julie got in touch.
Man could that girl fuck. She arrived in this business suit, like dark trousers and dark jacket to match her dark hair and a white shirt like some hot shot business woman, but as soon as we started talking porn she had her trousers round her knees and her panties pushed aside as she fingered her neatly shaved snatch.
I never even suggested we did a porno fuck simulation she just slipped off her jacket and her shirt and she dived right in to the role. She was perfect except her tit was pretty meagre but we could fix that. I opened my mouth to suggest we got her fixed up but she stuck her tongue down my throat and silenced me. She damn near smothered me.
It was game on. You guessed it horn time. I never had a chance, she had my shorts round my knees before you could say ‘Rattlesnake.’ She had my tool stretched right out and straining like a big frankfurter sausage before you could say Pornstar and then she just about jumped on it. Rammed her hot wet snatch right down on it and started humping.
Man her cunt was world class. She had cuntmuscles that wouldn’t have disgraced the Russian SexOlympic fucking squad with all their drugs and steroids. Man she just milked that cum right out of me.
When she finished up I just sat there. Drained. She hopped up straight away and leaped on Mikey for round two. Then she wanted both of us up her snatch at one time, she really liked that. Then she sucked Mikey hard when he cum and she sucked me hard and we double teamed her then she sucked us hard again except we needed some beers and flopped down on the leather sofa.
“About the tits,” she said, “I think the Colombians are getting suspicious.”
“What?” I said peering at her.
“Suspicious, the Columbians,” she said. It was ok last time but too many people are doing it.”
“What in the hell are you talking about?” Mikey asked.
“Oh gee Mikey!” I said, “No tit, cunt like a bucket, likes double team?”
“But she was blonde!” Mikey protested.
“Hair dye gentlemen, but not to worry, I have a new system.” she said proudly.
“You?” I queried, “Oh gee you’re not the new Mr Big?”
“Hardly with my little boobies,” she said, “But yes, I have rather taken over some of my competitors thanks to you gentlemen.” she laughed. “Two million pounds so far but stocks are running low.”
“Do you want to do another run?” I asked. “Its no good because no one trusts us any more.”
“Not me you.” she suggested.
“So what do we do swallow condoms?” I asked.
“Actually no,” she said. “We snip off your testicles and replace them with tight balls of white product.”
“What?” I protested.
“A delightfully simple procedure.” she suggested. “Slice open the ball bag. Snip the cartilage. extract the testicle. Insert the replacement ball. Sew up and the job’s done.”
“We’ll be impotent!” I protested.
“Which is good, I can stop taking the pill and I won’t get pregnant.” she pointed out.
“I won’t be able to spunk in you,” Mikey said.
“Now that is a pity,” she agreed, “So on second thoughts how about this.”
She had a smart phone. She had pictures. There was a person. A boy/girl/thing. It was naked. It had enormous tits. I mean enormous, not E cup but ZZ cup. And a twelve inch cock.
She explained, “I think with the right treatment you could carry two and a half to three million pounds worth of product per trip.”
“Per trip?” I asked.
“Oh yes I’ll get you gigs out there at Gay clubs.” she promised. “We’ll do a few hours of stock shots of you fucking each other up the derriere first, and then get your tits done in Columbia.”
“You are joking?” I queried.
“Actually no.” she replied.
“So why us?” I asked.
“My double team heroes, of course I want you on board!” she said.
I looked at Mikey, he looked at me. “Maybe there’s a market for films of big tit, big cock trannies fucking girls?” he suggested.
“Niche, sub one percent.” She explained. “Tranny on Tranny is around twenty per cent, the biggest single market segment.”
“I preferred you when you were a dumb blonde!” I explained.
“I’ll fetch my wig,” she offered, “So what size tits do you boys like?”
“Small as possible,” I said.
“On me silly,” she said. “I think a nice C cup?”
“Double D!” Mikey and I said in unison.
“Good, I’ll arrange tickets, Double D’s it is!” she promised.
We didn’t give her a chance to arrange the tickets. We locked her in the props store and thats when we realised her driver and two heavies were waiting outside.
“You know,” I said to Mikey, “Maybe this tranny drug mule thing may not be so bad after all?”
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