A Gift in Disguise Ch. 11

"I did wonder about the choking, though. It looked very realistic, like Kerri was really choking Karla out just before they both orgasmed. Karla really looked like she was about to pass out. And from what Kerri said just before that talking into the camera, they had never done that before. Wasn't that was kind of dangerous?"

"Karla wasn't acting, Tom. Well, at least not at that point. She really was very close to going out.

But when Kerri uttered the line in the rehearsal video you saw, saying that they had never done that before? That was a scripted line to intensify their client's attention. In fact it had taken them both a great deal of study, time, and carefully supervised practice to do it safely.

But let me correct you, Tom. The correct term is 'strangulation', not 'choking'. Strangulation interrupts blood flow to the brain. Carelessly or improperly applied, it can be lethal instead of a very arousing erotic stimulation. Several times a year people, almost always men, die of strangulation trying to stimulate themselves while they're jacking off. When it's applied properly by an experienced and observant partner like Kerri did, the receiver's orgasm will be unbelievably intense. You saw that when Karla shot her wad. That was not faked. Not at all.

Of the two, Kerri is probably the better and more focused actor. In that scene she had to stay in character and maintain her own arousal so she could anally penetrate Karla. Kerri's penis — she calls it her 'boy clitty' — is quite small anyway, but fully erect it's just perfectly sized to reach Karla's prostate when Kerri goes balls deep into her.

Playing to the camera, Kerri had to appear to be totally consumed with pleasure in delivering Karla's ass fuck. Kerri had to go through all the facial expressions and deliver just the right lines you'd expect from someone who's really enjoying what she was doing to Karla. She was enjoying it, but in fact what you and I saw on Kerri's face and in some of her actions were pure acting.

Kerri's facial expressions and body language outwardly revealed genuine sexual pleasure, but her mind was nearly totally focused on watching Karla's facial expressions and color and body movements on the inset TV screen. Only by doing that could Kerri safely apply and release the strangulation pressure at exactly the right time and location to ensure Karla's safety while at the same time pushing Karla and herself to simultaneous orgasms.

With very skillful acting, Kerri completely convinced the client that she was totally into the fuck and that she and Karla were doing it for the very first time. Her physical body and outward appearance presented that effect perfectly, but in reality her mind was reading Karla's appearance signs to make sure Karla was never endangered or even in any kind of real distress."

"I never saw that," I admitted.

"It wasn't just Kerri who had skills. Karla had to learn her role as well. The wrong movement by Karla and she could have been seriously injured. Most important, Karla had to completely trust Kerri so they both would be relaxed enough to reach their orgasms together.

They did the scene perfectly, absolutely perfectly. You couldn't see me in the rehearsal video acting as the client for them to play off of, but you had to have heard me yell just as they climaxed. My scream was real. Masturbating while I was watching them cum together that way, I came so hard it even got their attention."

"Where did Kerri and Karla learn to do all that?" I couldn't imagine any collegiate drama courses with titles like Basic and Advanced Strangulation.

"They learned it from Marta and me, mainly from Marta. It's an accepted Asian fetish, at least more accepted there than here. Marta and I only occasionally do it that way and then only with each other, never with anyone else as a partner. We refuse to teach it to partners at all if either of them has the slightest reservation about doing it. Marta would never have taught it to Karla and Kerri if they had not already been committed partners and fully in agreement that they both genuinely wanted to learn it to pleasure each other, not just webcam clients like Gina.

Karla and Kerri were excellent students. Very attentive and very patient and very serious about the potential safety issues. Of course they were also very aware of the sexual rewards to both of them when it's done properly.

Their final exam, if you can call it that, was for each of them to strangle both Marta and me to orgasm. Since we don't have prostates, the challenge for both Karla and Kerri was to try and stimulate our G-spots with anal rather than vaginal penetration. They both passed with flying colors; both of them caused Marta and me to cum harder and squirt more than we expected.

Karla and Kerri will only do it on webcam for a private client and only when the client specifically requests it and is willing to pay extra really big bucks for it. Because it is both potentially dangerous and exhausting, they will only do it live on webcam two or three times a year."

"I'm amazed and impressed with their acting and their discipline," I said. "Now I see why you and Marta like to use them in promotional videos for your video systems."

"So, Tom, are you weren't even the slightest turned on by Karla and Kerri?" Emily asked with exaggerated disbelief.

"Well ..." I started, then hesitated. I had admitted to myself that I had wondered what it might feel like to bring both Karla and Kerri to orgasm, but I didn't think I had been so obvious when Emily and I watched them together.

"Thought so!" Emily jumped in. "Frankly, Tom, I wouldn't mind watching either of them ride your ass until you came. If they can anally stimulate a woman's G-spot, they can do a killer prostate massage on a man, too. They always use condoms, even with each other, and yet they can still deliver with uncanny precision and sensitivity."

I hastily changed the subject.

"And speaking of video, Emily, I actually appreciated that the one you did of you and Lorraine was done the way it was. After yesterday with you, I was afraid I'd never be able to get a hard-on again without pain. Of course, at the time it did feel really good. My new nickname for you might be 'vise grip.'"

Again Emily laughed out loud.

"Kegels, squats, and yoga. Works every time. Are you complaining? Judging from the way you were pumping my pussy from behind, you were as ready for me as I was for you," she said between laughs.

"No, I'm not complaining at all."

"Good, because I can hardly wait for next time," she said softly. "Maybe we'll try something different. Did I tell you I also used to play clarinet and saxophone in high school and college? I still have an excellent double lip embouchure."

I felt my erection coming on again. "Now you've done it," I told her. "And I thought 'mouthpiece' was a derogatory reference to lawyers."

"Before I get too distracted again," I continued, "You didn't really go into any detail yesterday about how the phallus felt to you."

"And since your beautiful cock was the model for the phallus Lorraine hammered me with," she said, "You want me to compare them now that I've had both, right? I can do that.

It's like I told you yesterday. The phallus's temperature until it was hard was a little unnatural, so that was a bit distracting. It would have been more of a psychological boost for me if it had changed color, gotten darker like yours did, when I was stroking it, too. Those aren't deal-breakers, but they did make a little difference.

One the other hand, the overall setting and circumstances with Lorraine completely offset those minor negatives.

Actually, Tom, I'd have to say truthfully the phallus felt like the real thing to me. It's hard to describe exactly how, but it definitely feels remarkably more natural than any dildo I've ever tried. Part of that may be the synthetic skin Jamie covered it with. It absorbs moisture without getting slimy slickery. It maintains a human skin softness feel, not something artificial.

The one thing I did notice was when she had it positioned just right to hit my G-spot. That tiny electric current you and Jamie built into the tip was unlike anything I've ever felt with any man, including you. I have to say the orgasm I had with you yesterday was stronger than with the phallus, but that little extra on the phallus tip was really something. Like I said, you might want to tone it down a little, though, or at least make it adjustable.

In reality, Tom, I'd conclude the phallus was really effective as an extension of one partner who's having sex with someone she is already comfortable with. The foreplay adds to the phallus's realism. Lorraine knows the kind of sex I like, and as you saw on the video, she really did a great job of priming me. You saw how she did that and how I was begging her for it when she finally delivered."

"Huh? Well, no, not really. All the video had on it were the four camera views, and they were primarily on the phallus."

"Wait a second," she interrupted me. "Didn't you watch the complete post-production version that followed the no-audio cutaway shots just of the phallus?"

"I don't know about any cutaway shot, but all that was on the card was shots of the phallus and the areas immediately around it. After the walk-through at the beginning, there weren't any full-length shots of you and Lorraine. There wasn't any sound, either. Just the shots I described to you."

"Awww, crap! I knew I should have watched your copy all the way through. I had had some trouble moving the post-production copy to the SD card. I had intended to include a post-production version, one that looks like a finished porn video. It only lasted about fifteen minutes. It's high-res, so it's probably way too big to email to you."

"That's okay, Emily. Next time we get together you can give me a new copy."

"Actually, Tom, I really wanted you to see it before next time."

She paused briefly, then said, "Look, I've got a deep web site that I use for sensitive information exchanges. If you're willing, I'll set up access for you to get into it. I'll put Lorraine's and my video there. You and only you will be able to access it."

"A deep what?" I asked.

"A deep web. It's a part of the web that requires special access permissions. I'm a little surprised you've never heard of it.

Rather than try and explain it over the phone, I can send you an email with some instructions on how what you need to get in to my site.

But Tom, I'd caution you not to noodle around too much on the deep web. A lot of people get into trouble by accessing illegal stuff that gets put up there. My site's legal, but there's a lot of stuff that isn't. You can end up with stuff on your computer that you really never want to be found there by anyone. Ever.

Do you want me to send the instructions to you to get into my site? It'll take me about half an hour to compose the email. It'll take you about an hour, probably less, to load what you need to load into your computer."

"I'd like to see what you and Lorraine did," I said, "So yes, please go ahead and send the instructions. If it's not too much trouble ..."

"Good! 'Cause I really want you to see the finished product, not just the phallus cuts.

I feel like I owe you a special reward for yesterday afternoon. But I have to warn you Tom, have a towel ready, because I know you're going to really get into our video. If you thought Kerri and Karla turned you on — and I'm really glad they did, by the way — wait 'til you see Lorraine and me. The difference is, we weren't acting at all.

When you get the email, call me if you have any questions. I'll walk you through the setup if you need help. I don't think you will, though.

And next time we get together privately, I'll expect a personal critique of Lorraine's and my on-screen abilities.

Talk with ya soon!"

After disconnecting with Emily and waiting for her email to arrive, I started thinking about her comment, her observation that I had clearly been aroused Saturday watching two trans women have sex. And yet in practically her next breath, Emily had said it would really turn her on to watch me having sex with either Karla or Kerri. Finally, I decided to do something about it. I picked up my cell phone and called Lorraine.

"Hi, Lorraine, it's Tom Connors," I said when she answered.

"Oh, hello Tom. I wasn't expecting to hear from you today. Listen, I'm sorry about yesterday afternoon, but I'm really grateful that you were willing to take Emily home."

"Well, she and I talked on the way, and when we got to her townhouse, I learned even more about her. She showed me her audio-video lab and her camera setup. Very impressive.

By the way, how's your patient doing?"

"Oh, he'll be fine. He'd been outside doing some yard work and got dehydrated and passed out. He takes a prescribed antidepressant. Certain ones like his can cause dehydration. Of course, his neighbors didn't know, and they rightly called it in to 9-1-1 as a heart attack. When the paramedics found my 'notify in case of medical emergency' card in his billfold with his driver's license, the ED doctor called me. They knew about the AD and thought it was probably a little too much sun, but they wanted to make sure there wasn't something else they ought to know about.

So... did you and Emily talk about our phallus test?"

"Yes, but I was mainly interested right then in getting her observations. But after watching the phallus cuts on the video today, I made some notes and dropped the SD card and my notes off with Jamie. She's flying back to Cambridge, Massachusetts, today and will be gone for maybe a week.

It didn't seem like she would have had a chance to talk with you about your involvement in the test with Emily, so I thought I'd call and see if I could get together with you some time next week and discuss it."

There was a pause at Lorraine's end.

"Well, sure. As I recall, you don't have any classes on Tuesday afternoon. Would you like to come by the office so we can talk about it?"

"That would be great, Lorraine. Emily told me a little about your comments, but I'd sooner get them from you so I don't miss anything.

I was thinking about it this morning, and I may have a workable idea that would make depilating more acceptable to you. I'd like to run it by you, and if you agree, I'll talk with Jamie about it either on the phone or when she gets back. And I do want to get all your comments about the phallus while they're fresh in your mind."

Once again, Lorraine paused before she said anything else.

"Tom, I'm hearing something in your voice that sounds like something is bothering you. If I'm wrong, tell me."

Lorraine seemed to always have an uncanny ability to hear emotions and not just words when people spoke.

"Well, there is something else. We've talked about it before, but I'd kind of like to discuss it with you again. I'd rather do it face-to-face than over the phone, though. It's sort of personal. Tuesday's fine, though. It'll keep 'til then."

"All right, then. I'll see you here at 1 pm on Tuesday if that's okay?"

"That's great. Thank you, Lorraine."

Just talking with her on the phone and her agreeing to meet me in two days at her office took a load off my mind.

It hadn't been quite half an hour since Emily and I had talked, but I checked my email anyway.

Nothing yet.

I went to my refrigerator and fixed a sandwich for dinner. I wasn't really hungry. While nibbling on the mystery meat sandwich, I heard my computer's audible email waiting signal.

It was from Emily. In her typical meticulous fashion she had provided step-by-step instructions for accessing and viewing the X-rated post-production version of their phallus test. She closed her email with "Get naked and get a towel ready. Wish I could be there to watch your reaction!"

It didn't take anywhere near the hour she had estimated for me to work through her instructions. Closer to half an hour later and with no difficulty at all, I was looking at an unexpectedly professional-looking title slide complete with cheesy porn intro music.

Unless someone knew Emily's education and experience, seen her A-V lab, and was aware of her many talents with audio and video, it would have been impossible to comprehend that this smoothly edited, professional appearing erotic video had been composed from the images of four limited-movement inexpensive computer-controlled cameras. And after watching it, I was grateful Emily had forewarned me about her and Lorraine's very willing eagerness to do everything they did to each other in it. It was a complete and very intense fifteen minute video.

It also caused me no small concern that I had been extremely aroused by it. Emily had given me good advice to get naked and have a towel nearby. Though I hadn't gotten naked, the towel had proven necessary.

Both women's indulgence in exploiting the sexual utility of her partner's body hair and their mutual open-handed face slapping with one hand while masturbating their partner with the other was the ultimate visual foreplay, but it was when Lorraine mounted Emily and fucked her relentlessly with the phallus into a screaming, squirting orgasm that I exploded into the towel. I marveled at how natural the phallus looked on Lorraine when she was fucking Emily.

I resolved to put my fascination with their fetishes on my list of things to discuss with Lorraine on Tuesday. But first, I picked up my cell phone and called Emily. It was about 9 p.m., and I hoped not to disturb her.

"Hi, Tom," she answered. "Did you watch the video?"

"I did, and I wanted to call and tell you just how much I admired your editing skills." I paused. "And I also wanted to thank you for your suggestion about the towel. I almost didn't get my pants unzipped and my dick out before I flooded it."

Her laughter caused my cock to twitch again.

"I hoped you'd like it," she said sincerely. "Everything you saw between Lorraine and me was real. We weren't acting. And I take it you weren't offended by anything you saw?"

"No, not offended, but a little surprised I guess that both of you seemed to actually be turned on by burying your face and tongues in your partner's hairy armpits.

And slapping each other with one hand while pussy-rubbing each other? Well, at least Lorraine was rubbing you. You were stroking her phallus. Still ..."

"You're right, Tom. It's not something you do on your first date with someone," she laughed again. "Part of the shifuku experience is freely succumbing to a partner's sexual taboos.

It's a bit like Karla and Kerri. They do things with each other that the rest of us would never think about doing. It's no one's business but theirs."

"Thank you for the reassurance, Emily. I hope Lorraine was okay with your sharing the video with Jamie and me?"

"It was her idea, Tom. She felt it would help you especially but also Jamie evaluate the phallus better. And frankly, I think she also hoped the video would turn you on, too."

"Actually, Emily, when I watched it the second time, I made notes about the phallus. By the second viewing, I couldn't have gotten a hard-on if my life depended on it."

"Then I hereby declare the video to be a success!" she said dramatically.

"Yeah, on the second go-round I did see a few technical things I want to ask Lorraine about. I'm meeting with her on Tuesday to discuss it. With Jamie gone for a week or so, I wanted to get Lorraine's input while it was still fresh in her mind."

"Good idea. I'm sure Jamie would have no problem with that."

"It's pretty clear that what you said about Lorraine's not liking having to depilate her pussy hair is a turn-off for her. I don't think there's much Jamie or I can do right now to somehow let a wearer keep his or her pubic hair, but I wonder if it would help Lorraine if her pubic hair could be overlaid when the phallus is applied?"