"Camera! Action!" Mishi was filming one of her
infamous videos. She sat casually in a canvas directors
chair dressed in expensive black, tight leather pants that
clearly showed the outline of her huge cock. She wore a
white turtleneck pullover that made her large boobs look
even larger. On a small table next to her waited a very
dry vodka martini and a selection of crackers with cheese.
The set had been created to look like a backyard. There
was a blue-sky cyclorama, a picket fence, a doghouse, a
tree... artificial grass, a picnic table, and even a
sprinkler. It gave that detailed yet unreal feeling one
gets watching soap operas on TV.
Mishi leaned in; something was stirring in the Doghouse.
Something stretched... one leg thrust its way out the door,
a thin but well-toned white boy leg. Then the first animal
appeared.
A fourteen-year-old blond boy crawled out of the doghouse.
He was stunningly beautiful... body in the first bloom of
teenage muscle, not yet fully formed, but on the way.
Smooth, smooth skin.
The boys face was a work of art like something from a
Boticelli painting. A spunky, snotty pouty boy face, big
blue eyes, full young lips that looked moist and pink in
the stage lights. The face had a brat quality about it
that made boylovers want to slap it silly.
He crawled to one side and rolled in the grass as the
second boy emerged. Both lads had been taught to crawl
with their legs well spread so their little teenage penises
and scrotums could be seen swinging. Both fourteen-year-old
boys were completely bared assed. The second boy had dark
hair as black as his midnight eyes. His skin was more olive
than he first boys. His body slightly more developed, yet
equally as beautiful. His dick hung longer, thicker and
flaccid, and his nipples were a bit larger. He, too, rolled
naked in the grass.
"Okay... now doggies... do your morning duty," Mishi
directed. The video would be looped for so... Læs hele novellen
