NEW! - Naughty Girls

Joe

An unsuspecting traveler gets way in over his head when he allows a group of young women to use the cottage he is renting as place to film the next episode of their erotic internet show. He gets a surprise in the end... 


A nice little cottage in the country, and at such a good rate.  I like hunting out bargains on the Internet; you can get some really good deals if you look hard enough. Well I suppose it was rather out of season, still I was pleased to get it for my little winter break even if it did mean answering all those questions - some promotional gimmick I suppose, collecting information for a profile to sell to advertising agencies.  Well they could know how old I was and all that nonsense if it got me the cottage cheap for a week.

It was about five miles out of the village of Knocklaw Hill, a bit isolated it had a large living area with oak beams and everything, a well appointed modern kitchen, two bedrooms and a modern bathroom suite.  It was probably the weekend retreat of some city people let out for the winter to recoup some of the cost.  Perfect for a single young man wanting a week of peace and quiet.

I was surprised then to get a knock on the door that sunny afternoon.  I didn't know anyone there, perhaps it was somebody who knew the owners.  I opened the door to two rather attractive young ladies.  Outside the door stood a Porsche and a large van at the end of the drive up from the main road.

"Good afternoon," said a pert dark haired girl with a big smile, well I'm always a sucker for pretty dark haired girls with big smiles, "my names Samantha and we are from Girly Films..." She waited, obviously expecting me to say something.

"What?"

"Girly Films."

"Sorry."

"You must have heard of us.  We are an Internet channel.  You must have heard of us.  We are girls who make films, show them in the Internet, people subscribe to our channel and we make money.  Yes..."

"No, sorry.  I'm not much into Internet channels."

"Oh well, never mind.  Well we are looking for a cottage to use for a location shoot for one of our shows, and we thought this one would be perfect for it.

"Oh," I said, "I'm sorry, I'm just renting the cottage.  You would need to contact the owners."

"Yes, we already have."

"Right, well I'm here this week so I suppose you can shoot here any time after then."

"No, you don't understand, we need to shoot today.  Sorry, I know it's a real nuisance, but we wondered if you would mind.  It could be quite fun for you."

"Seems more of a disruption to me."

"No, it would be great fun, you see you could actually be in it.  That's how we keep our costs down, we use members of the public in our shows.   It's one of our gimmicks."

"You mean I'd be some sort of extra?"

"Not at all," she was quite persuasive really with her big eyes and her bigger smile, "you'd be one of the main characters."

"But I've no acting experience."

"That's the whole point.  We use unknown members of the public, that way viewers don't spend the whole time saying, 'There's that bloke who was in Dr Who or Sherlock or whatever."

"But how long would I have to learn the lines?"

"There aren't any lines.  That's the other thing.  The other big selling point.  The whole show is improvised round a basic plot."

"I would have to make it up as I went along?"

"Not quite, we give direction as to what you have to do, but to some extent you decide what you say."

"Well, I don't know.  When would you want to start shooting?"

"Right away if course.  We've found that we can't give our victim, sorry little joke, our star from the public, time to think about it.  It spoils the spontaneity.  Say the word and I'll get the film crew out the van and set up in ten minutes.  There's no fee or anything I'm afraid,  just the fun of doing it for you."

"Oh, well..., right.., yes... I suppose."

I always fancied myself as an actor.  It would be fun, although it sounded a bit amateurish and there would probably only be a handful of people watching their internet channel.  And she did have a big smile.  But cheap little films.  How on earth could she afford a Porsche?

"Great, Monica, get the crew in here, and I'll run over the plot and how we do things with...  With...  Sorry I don't know your name."

"Joe,"

"Great, I'll tell you what it's all about.

*************

Samantha sat down in the sitting room and explained.  I was to be a character who had rented a country cottage for a week when two girls knock at the door and explain they are from a film company and they want to use the cottage for a location shoot.

"But that's what happened," I said.

"Exactly," and Tracey filmed the whole thing from the van, so we've got material for that already.

"Oh gosh..."

"Exactly, all in the bag and naturalistic.  Nothing fancy, it's got to look a bit like a fly on the wall documentary."

"I see.  Well what happens now.  What's the plot."

"Well you agree to the filming, but owing to a misunderstanding you don't realise that they are actually going to shoot a porn film.  This will lead to some hilarious consequences.  Well that's the idea anyway, you never quite know with improv shows do you?"

"I suppose not," I had really no idea what would happen in improv shows.

"The important thing is that however obvious it must be that it's a porn film, your character mustn't realise.  He goes along with everything that is asked as it gets stupider and stupider."

"In what way does it get stupider?"

"Well, we've got some ideas, but I can't let on or we won't get a natural reaction.  That right Tracey get the cameras set up.  There and there I think.  Can I introduce the two members of the crew.  That's Tracey who generally looks after the filming, and that's Lucy, first year in college on work experience, odd job girl.  She generally runs around doing what she's told.  I'll direct and Monica will play the other part in the film.  The actress who is going to do the  porno stuff that is."

"You mean she's going to take her clothes off?"

Oh gosh!  This might get quite exciting.

"Naughty Boy!  That would be telling wouldn't it!  I think they're all set up.  As you see it's a simple three camera set up, filming from three different angles.  The mikes on the cameras will pick up the sound.  It will sound and look amateurish, but that's the point.  We start at the point where I, as the director of the film, tell you what it's about and you don't realise what sort of film it is.  Don't worry if you fluff lines or have to stop and ask what's going on, or I shout directions at you.  The character you are playing is playing a character.  That's the whole beauty of the thing.  It will add some realism."

"I see,  right..."

"Okay, Tracey are we ready"

Tracey gave a thumbs up.

"Lucy, let's roll."

Lucy stood in front of the camera with an old fashioned clapperboard.  Probably just for show for the the pretend film."

"Naughty Girl, Scene one, take one," she said, and we were away.

***************

Samantha sat next to me in her role as 'director' of the pretend film company,

"Right, let me outline the plot for you.  This is a BGSW film in which you and Monica are going to star."

BGSW, I had to pretend not to know what it meant.  Not hard as I didn't know what it meant.

"BGSW?" I said, trying to sound bemused.

"Yes, you do know what it means don't you?"

"Of course, er...  British Girls....." I allowed my voice to tail off as if bemused.  I thought I was getting quite good at this.  I saw Tracey give a thumbs up out the corner of my eye.  I must be doing well.

"Yes a British Girls BGSW," said Samantha as if misunderstanding me, "now Monica will come to the door and she will be a ladies lingerie salesgirl.  The sort that goes round people's houses demonstrating ladies underwear.  And we'll get into a situation where she starts demonstrating it.  You will get more and more embarrassed.  But remember you must play along, at no point must you realise this is a porn film. Do you understand?"

"Of course."

"Good, Lucy, Take it away."

Once again Lucy got out the clapperboard, this time for the pretend  film.  It was all getting rather confusing.

"Naughty Girl, Scene one, Take one," she said.  And there was a knock at the door.  I answered it.  Monica stood there dressed in a smart long coat and carrying a large suitcase.  She was a red head, long legs, big tits, she was heavily made up.  She looked stunning even in that outfit.

"Hello," she said, "I'm from Naughty Girls.  You asked for someone to call."

"Um..  I don't think so..."

"Yes you did.  Appletree Cottage.  I have it here on my phone."

"But this is Appleyard Cottage," I thought that was a good touch.

"Oh dear," said Monica, a bit hammy I thought.

"I'm afraid you've come to the wrong place."

"But I have to make a sales pitch today.  Where is Appletree Cottage?"

"I'm afraid I've no idea."

"Oh no!  I'll get the sack if I don't demonstrate some of our goods to a customer."

She really was a dreadful hammy actor.   I was a bit stumped what to say.

"Ask her what goods..." Called out Samantha.

"Er...  What goods?" I asked.

"My lingerie.  I'm a salesperson for Naughty Girls lingerie.  I'm supposed to let the customers see what our products are like when they are worn."

The penny dropped.  That was the plot.  She was a salesgirl for naughty underwear and she was going to demonstrate it to me!  This was going to be fun.

"Well, you can always let me see what they are like on..."

"Oh I see.  I see," said Monica, "you didn't really send for me..." she winked elaborately, "but now that I'm  here you want to see what they look like.  Perhaps you want them for a friend?" and she winked elaborately again.

She opened up her suitcase to show it was packed with sexy ladies' underwear.

"Yes, exactly," I said, "for a friend."

I couldn't wait to see Monica trying those on.

"Perhaps this," she said, holding up a pink silk strapless bra.  She would look really sexy in that.  I wondered if I'd actually get to see her tits, or if that would be off limits for this film.  Of course it wouldn't.  Nobody worries about showing tits on TV nowdays, anyway it was Internet TV.

"Absolutely!" I said.

"There you are then," she held it out to me, "I think it's your size."

"You want me to try it on!"

"Of course,  the customer always tries on the goods.  You weren't expecting me to put it on we're you?"

"Well er..." I looked at Samantha for help.  What was  I supposed to do?

"Go on," she said, "put it on!  That's the whole joke."

"Oh I see..."

"Thank you.." I said to Monica, returning to character.  "I'll just..."   I took the bra and put it on.

"I think it would be better without your shirt on," said Monica, "you'll get the feel against the bare skin."

Samantha mimed me taking off my shirt.  Not what I'd been expecting but it was a good joke for the film.  No doubt Monica would be showing her impressive tits later.  It was a porn film after all.

I took off my shirt and put on the bra.

"How is that?"

"Perfect," I said.  May as well keep the joke going.

"And these are the panties to go with it."

I looked at Samantha, "I can't put the panties on!" I said.

"Why not?"

"Well...  I mean...  I can't get undressed here."

"But the jokes really good.  You have to.  I know.  Go behind the sofa to get undressed.  We can see the top half while you take your pants off.  It'll be hilarious.  Don't worry, none of us can see behind the sofa from here."

"And I can wear the panties over my underpants!"

Samantha thought a second, "No, no.  That's no good.  It'll be much funnier if you take everything off, except your bra of course, and chuck them over the sofa.  The audience will love that.  They'll know you're naked behind the sofa though they can't see."

"But..."

"It s all right.  You'll look quite respectable in those panties.  Hilarious, but respectable."

"If you say so."

"Thank you," I resumed my part again, "I'll just go behind the sofa and try these on."

I took the panties and went behind the sofa.

"Samantha?"

"Yes?"

"I think that camera has a view behind the sofa."

"Tracey, what do you think?"

"No way Sam."

"Okay..."

Rather nervously I took off my shoes and socks...

"That's right, throw them over the sofa."

And my trousers.

"And your underpants, throw them over the sofa.  That'll get a real laugh."

I took them off and feeling rather red faced threw them over the sofa.  I was wearing nothing but a pink silk bra.

"I'm sure that camera has a view of me..." I said.

"I'll check it out," said Tracey, coming round the back of the sofa.

"Whoops!" she said, "Sorry, nothing I haven't seen before."

I clamped my hands over my privates. Tracey went to the camera and looked at the viewfinder,

"No problem," she said.

I hastily put the panties on.

"Come on, let's see you," said Monica, she sounded more confident now.

I came round the sofa.

"Brilliant," said Samantha, "that's brilliant.  Not absolutely respectable, but it's all the funnier for that."

"What do you mean?"

"Well it's thin material.  We can make out there's a cock under there.  But don't worry. The audience will love it."

Perhaps it was worth it for a sight of Monica's tits.

"I hope Monica will get her tits out if I'm doing this," I said.

"Don't worry," said Samantha, "I can guarantee that."

Monica just grinned, "And perhaps a little extra, to spice up those special sessions."

"What!"

"These..."

"What are those."

"Handcuffs."

"Those pink fluffy things."

"Of course.  Do you want to try them on?"

I looked at Samantha again.

"Go on," she said.

Oh well, she had promised Monica would get her tits out.  I held out my hands.  Monica clamped the handcuffs round my wrists.

"And what's that cord attached to them for."

"This," said Monica, and she threw the cord over one of the oak beams in the ceiling and yanked it pulling my arms above my head.  She quickly tied her end to the radiator.  I was suspended on tip-toe with my hands above my head.

I looked round in surprise,

"What's going on!"

"This," said Monica, whipping off her coat.  My mouth dropped open. Underneath she was dressed in thigh length heeled leather boots, fish net stockings, suspenders and a black basque.  There was one thing though.  Her tits were out.  Her nipples standing erect.  Something told me she was enjoying this.

"Thank you for calling Naughty Girls, the leading BGSW agency in the county.  I'm Miss Domina.  I do hope you enjoyed our little role play."

"But...  But...  I didn't."

"That's right.  Appleyard cottage."

"No, no...  I mean..." I looked at Samantha and she gave me the thumbs up.

It must all be part of the plot...

"Um..  Yes..  Yes..  Thank you..." I said.

"Good," said Monica, "I think we'll have this off first."  And she removed my pink silk bra, "and now these..."  She took hold of my sexy panties.

"Samantha.  No... I didn't agree to..."

"Lucy...  Shut him up..."

"Yes Sam"

And Lucy, the girl who ran around doing the odd jobs, slipped a cloth around my mouth and pulled it tight as a gag.

"Okay Monica, pull them down.  Tracey make sure you get a camera on his face.  Full frontal view, full side view and face."

"Sure Sam"

I tried to say something but nothing came out except a muffled grunt.  Monica yanked the panties down and I was stripped naked, bound and gagged.

"Great shot, great shot," said Samantha, she turned to me.

"Oh, sorry.  I didn't explain about our channel did I.  Real live BGSW for the girls who subscribe.  Not boring actors.  What's the fun in that.  Real gullible victims.  This was a good one.  Rent out a cottage, put it in the Internet at a low price, select the victim with that questionnaire.  I bet you thought it was some marketing exercise didn't you.  Then, well, the rest you know.  Look on the bright side.  Monica's got her tits out."

I gurgled a reply.

"What.  You don't know what BGSW stands for?  Well it's Bound, you're nicely tied up.  Gagged - well that's right. Stripped, yes you're stripped naked. And W - what do you think Monica?  Wanked?  Fancy giving him a wank Lucy?  The girls watching would love that?  Or perhaps..."

We both looked at Monica and saw what she had in her hand.

"Oh yes that's it.  Whipped..."

Monica held up the horse whip.

"Where shall I start," she said.

************

"The look on your face!" said Samantha, and the studio audience roared with laughter, "you really did think you were going to get whipped didn't you?"

"Well yes," I'd been invited to watch the film with the studio audience, "but then I've seen enough porn films..."

"Can you ever see enough porn film?" Samantha's little joke brought a howl of 'No!' From the audience

"..as I said.  I've seen enough porn films to know that the whipping scenes are faked.  The actors don't actually get whipped."

"Well you can't actually whip actors cane you.  They'd demand too much money."

"Exactly."

"But of course the whole point of our film is that you're not an actor and audiences want to see the real thing nowadays.  The look on your face when Monica laid it on.  Let's see it again..."

The scene flashed up on the screen again.  I mean I had realised that when you take part in a porn film you might end up being naked, but I hadn't expected...  Lucy appeared on the screen with her clapperboard again.

      "Naughty Girls.  Whipping scene.  Take one."  Clap.

       *SWISH*. *WHACK*

        "Aaaaaaargh'

It was the only noise I could make with a gag in my mouth.  The look of surprise on my face as Monica applied the whip to my bare buttocks was hilarious and the audience roared and laughed.

        "Sorry," said Tracey, "rear camera wasn't switched on.  We'll have to do it again."

          "Tracey!  You are the limit.  We'll not get that face again."

            "It's all right we got the face the first time."

            "Yes I know, but I'm dying for a coffee and we'll have to do it again now.  All right...  Lucy..."

            "Naughty girls.  Whipping scene.  Take two..."   Clap.

              *SWISH*. ^WHACK*

               "Aaaaaaargh!"

"That was hilarious," said Samantha pausing the replay, "how many takes did we pretend to have to take."

"Six," I said, "I couldn't sit down for a week."

"And what did you think when we told you you'd been caught on Stripped and Humiliated.  The TV show that strips and humiliates, excuse me, gullible victims for the delight of our thousands of viewers and indeed our studio audience."

"Er...  Rather relieved actually..."

"And embarrassed..."

"Yes..."

"At being tricked or being stripped or six takes of the whipping scene!"

"All three...  And that camera could see behind the sofa."

"Well the girls have to be able to see you getting undressed, that's half the fun.  But were you disappointed you didn't get wanked?"

"No!  I would have died of embarrassment."

"Even with Lucy wanking you?"

"Especially with Lucy doing the... Er...."

"Wanking?"

"Yes the...  Er...  Wanking..."

"And you were happy to come on our show tonight..."

"Well you said..."

"And to wear your very fetching pink silk bra and panties....

"Yes you said..."

"And handcuffs, suspended from the ceiling..."

"Yes you said..."

"Yes we said if you did that Monica would come on wearing absolutely nothing at all!"

"Yes..."

"And here she is...  True to her word..."

And on came Monica.  Stark naked.  Her nipples as erect as ever.

"Oh my gosh!"

"You see we keep our word....

"Samantha...  I didn't say you could..."

Monica was taking off my bra...

"Not the panties as well.  I didn't say you could..."

"Lucy...  Shut him up..."

"Yes as I said.  We keep our word.  So many of you were disappointed that we didn't do the Wankimg part of Bound Gagged Stripped and Wanked that we promised we'd get him back again.  You didn't think anyone would be gullible enough to fall for it twice.  But there he is, bound, gagged and stripped stark naked.  So he just needs to be..."

Monica picked up her horse whip.

"...don't look so worried.  I was going to say wanked...   Lucy!  A job for you I think.  Oh!  I see that's brought a reaction.  Well done.  The girls love to see a cock go up!"

I squirmed, glugged and struggled, but Lucy, the odd job college girl, had my cock in her hand and had started wanking me.

The audience cheered.  My face burned with embarrassment.  I was completely nude and college girl Lucy was wanking me in front of a studio audience.

*****
Samantha grinned, "That seems to please everyone,  they do love to see a naked man wanked.  And I must say Lucy looks very good at it.  Had a lot of practice have you?"

"I'll say..." said Lucy, but Monica interrupted her.

"But Samantha, you said if I took all my clothes off I could..." and she swished the whip, "...again."

"Oh gosh. So I did," said Samantha, she turned to the audience.  "Shall we let her?" she asked.  There was a roar of approval.  "We'd better get his permission," she turned to me, "Is it alright if Monica uses her whip?"

"Glug, glug, glug..."

"I'll take that as a yes..."

"Where shall I start Sam?"

"Start with his arse and then..."

*SWISH* *WHACK*

"Aargh"

I acquired and wriggled as the whip slapped across my bare posterior and Lucy alternately stroked and wanked my cock.  It was an extraordinarily erotic combination of pleasure and pain

"Well...  Then I think you can improvise..."

*SWISH* *WHACK*

"Aaargh'"

I could protect neither my cock nor my bottom as the audience roared their encouragement,

*SWISH* *WHACK*

I was totally vulnerable.  Totally at the mercy of the two girls.  As I struggled and squirmed with my face bright pink and my bottom getting even pinker, Lucy redouble her efforts until...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

As the last *SWISH* *WHACK* landed on my burning bottom, my back arched, my face contorted and my balls went into spasm.  Poor Lucy didn't duck in time...  The audience roared and roared.

"Shall we do him again girls?" asked Samantha, "After all when you're that gullible I think you deserve.all you get...."

I tried to say something, but all that came out was...

"Aaaaargh'"

"Don't you agree audience?"

From the noise they made it was obvious they did.

*SWISH* *WHACK*

"Aaaaaargh!"

My bottom had had a chance to become tenderised.  As Monica whipped it again the tingling shot right up my cock and it went straight back up.

"Come on Lucy!" he wants some more,.

Lucy grinned.  Her lips closed round my cock and her tongue got to work.  I was being tongue-wanked.  And little Lucy certainly knew how to tongue-wank.  How much practice did she get!

*SWISH* *WHACK*

The pleasure was becoming unbearable.  One more...

*SWISH* *WHACK*

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh,"

Lucy ran her tongue up the length of my cock as my balls contracted and this time the front row of the audience failed to duck.

************

What an exhibition of yourself you made, you're all saying.  Well, let me tell you this!

Somebody got their bare bottom whipped by a naked Dominatrix and people would pay good money for that.  And somebody got wanked by a sexy college girl and squirted her in the face, and people would pay good money for that!

And somebody got a year's free subscription to the Girly Films channel.  And I'll tell you this.  People really did pay good money for that.  No wonder Samantha could afford a Porsche.

THE END








*****
Samantha grinned, "That seems to please everyone,  they do love to see a naked man wanked.  And I must say Lucy looks very good at it.  Had a lot of practice have you?"

"I'll say..." said Lucy, but Monica interrupted her.

"But Samantha, you said if I took all my clothes off I could..." and she swished the whip, "...again."

"Oh gosh. So I did," said Samantha, she turned to the audience.  "Shall we let her?" she asked.  There was a roar of approval.  "We'd better get his permission," she turned to me, "Is it alright if Monica uses her whip?"

"Glug, glug, glug..."

"I'll take that as a yes..."

"Where shall I start Sam?"

"Start with his arse and then..."

*SWISH* *WHACK*

"Aargh"

I acquired and wriggled as the whip slapped across my bare posterior and Lucy alternately stroked and wanked my cock.  It was an extraordinarily erotic combination of pleasure and pain

"Well...  Then I think you can improvise..."

*SWISH* *WHACK*

"Aaargh'"

I could protect neither my cock nor my bottom as the audience roared their encouragement,

*SWISH* *WHACK*

I was totally vulnerable.  Totally at the mercy of the two girls.  As I struggled and squirmed with my face bright pink and my bottom getting even pinker, Lucy redouble her efforts until...

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!"

As the last *SWISH* *WHACK* landed on my burning bottom, my back arched, my face contorted and my balls went into spasm.  Poor Lucy didn't duck in time...  The audience roared and roared.

"Shall we do him again girls?" asked Samantha, "After all when you're that gullible I think you deserve.all you get...."

I tried to say something, but all that came out was...

"Aaaaargh'"

"Don't you agree audience?"

From the noise they made it was obvious they did.

*SWISH* *WHACK*

"Aaaaaargh!"

My bottom had had a chance to become tenderised.  As Monica whipped it again the tingling shot right up my cock and it went straight back up.

"Come on Lucy!" he wants some more,.

Lucy grinned.  Her lips closed round my cock and her tongue got to work.  I was being tongue-wanked.  And little Lucy certainly knew how to tongue-wank.  How much practice did she get!

*SWISH* *WHACK*

The pleasure was becoming unbearable.  One more...

*SWISH* *WHACK*

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh,"

Lucy ran her tongue up the length of my cock as my balls contracted and this time the front row of the audience failed to duck.

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