The Music Producer

I was both unlucky and lucky. The car driver who ripped me off the motorbike was rich and had to pay me 7 figures in compensation. But I lost my left foot and had a good prosthesis that allowed me to walk. I suddenly had money to start my own production company.

My wife had divorced me three years ago. She had once freed me from the clutches of my nymphomaniac mother, whose bed I had shared since I was 11. She had discovered that I could squirt at 11 and took me into her bed until I was 23. My wife Elsa was my salvation and we were a contented couple until she ran off with her masseur. "He can masturbate me as sensitively, gently and lovingly as none of my girlfriends!" she said. But she suffered from the fact that he would not and could not fuck her, she had to do it to him with her mouth, something she had always strictly refused to do in the past. Now Elsa came over once or twice a week, when she was in town shopping, to fuck me. She was so grateful that I didn't hold a grudge against her and let her fuck me straight up. Not an everyday combination, but it was okay for all three of us.

I had only one success professionally, Gini, the singing wonder. She had given me dozens of singing samples, which I distributed to the radio stations with little enthusiasm, her love songs were pitch black and deeply sad. Gini was sexually reticent and took long weeks before she gave herself. I liked her shy, girlish way of fucking; she had never ridden on a man's lap before me. But she was ambitious in her way, riding me daily and sinking to my chest in orgasm, groaning and moaning she went on and finished the good work. Her songs were pushed by the radio stations, God knows why, her CDs sold amazingly well and she gave her first concerts. But she never forgot to stop by and give me a ride. The audience loved the fairy tale that she was still an untouched virgin and she behaved accordingly. Now she was touring the country, but she came at least every other morning to fuck me, that fucking seemed to bring her success, she believed firmly in.

I was the only cripple in my circle of friends, but the only one with two fixed stars on my sex list: my wife Elsa and the singer Gini. She made my small company decent money, I couldn't complain. I concentrated on organizing Gini's concerts, always providing her with good musicians and keeping myself ready for her success. She sometimes traveled half the night to fuck me, that was her guarantee of success. She fucked only a few of her musicians, but the real guarantor remained me. She cried sometimes when she had an orgasm while riding and sank on my chest, but they were tears of joy. I always knew that I didn't fuck particularly well and could by no means guarantee her success, but I didn't stop her from believing either. I enjoyed her demanding sex, who would chase a 20 year old with an angelic face and a golden voice off his lap? She followed my thoughts and now stood in the spotlight every evening in a white, almost translucent long dress without underwear. A beautiful nude, innocently offering her untouched virgin body and her wonderful voice to the audience. I was already starting to feed radio stations in neighboring countries and thinking about an overland tour. And I loved my destiny to fuck with Elsa and Gini almost every day.

Then Ena entered my office. Actually, her name was Magdalena, but she chose Ena as her stage name. It is worth mentioning to describe her. A tomboyish short pageboy hairstyle framed her childlike face. She had no breasts, no hips and no ass worth mentioning. In short, a flat board. And, of course, she couldn't sing any more than Gini had in the beginning. She had neither her own musicians nor any other singers, that was clear from the start. But, and I still find it hard to write this down, she wanted to start with a girl band and become famous. "Like Gini, you made her famous, didn't you, Fred?" I nodded unhappily to the 16 year old who was really already 21. "Yes," I said, looking for a way out, "but it had started with sex, lots of obsessive sex!" I lied, because I wanted to get rid of her as soon as possible. "Sure," Ena said lightly, "I'll give you handjobs, as many as you want!" My strategy didn't work, she smiled for the first time and already saw herself on the concert stage. "I don't give a shit about handjobs and all that newfangled stuff!" I growled. She returned from the stage lights. "What do you like then?" she asked, shuddering but attentive. "Getting fucked, being ridden while sitting," I said unapologetically, jutting my steel foot into view. Ena glanced at it and nodded, "I see!" and then another thoughtful silence. Damn it, it was she who wanted the spotlight after all!

Ena slipped down one strap of her dress and absentmindedly caressed her chest. She had a rather small, flat chest and concentrated on twirling her nipple with her fingers. "But blowjobs, with my mouth, you like that, don't you?" she asked abruptly and I nodded, "only before the riding I do, not otherwise," I informed her. I knew she didn't have anything to get off on stage, but maybe she wanted to fuck me. She nodded, "all right. I just have a very irregular period and don't want to get pregnant unplanned." She looked straight at me, she was by type someone who got straight to the point. "I need you to squirt the whole load in my mouth so you don't squirt in me later when I fuck you. Okay?" She waited a moment until I nodded.

She slipped the second strap over her shoulder and stood up. Her dress fell to the floor. She came around the desk, I could see in her lace panties that she had a shaved pussy. She knelt down in front of me and I took off my pants, kicking them carelessly to the side. I pressed the button that locked the entrance door and set the phone to "do not disturb". Ena took my semi‐tiffy in her hand. "Squirt it please all in, the full load!" she reminded me before taking the cock into her mouth. And she could, damn it, she could! I leaned back and closed my eyes. She was doing everything right with her fist, her lips and her tongue, I was a good judge of that because I had had hundreds of blowjobs, most of them didn't come close to what Ena was performing. I'll have to ask her if she was a professional at giving head. Then I exploded in her mouth, she sucked and sucked it all up, to the last drop. She stood up smiling and waited a few moments. She slipped her panties down and sat on my thighs. I smiled kindly as she very delicately and gently brought the cock to a stand. She bent down again and sucked it. "Just to wet it, then it goes in easier," she commented softly and put it in. He did indeed slide in effortlessly, she sat up properly and grabbed me by the shoulders. Then she rode me, starting slowly and getting faster, much like my wife Elsa rode me. She paused for a moment, startled, as I squirted off and continued very slowly, virtually milking me, in the same rhythm as I squirted in. Only when I stopped squirting and my cock softened did she pull it out and rest her forehead on my shoulder. "You squirted inside me," she said tonelessly. "I'm sorry," I replied, "but that's just the way it is." I made no effort to talk around it. "That's the way it is, that's the way it's always been." I asked quietly if she was going to make herself an orgasm, I had noticed her sexual arousal after all. She shook her head after a few moments, she usually only did that in the evening, before falling asleep. I nodded and whispered, all the women I knew did that. Ena rose, got dressed and sat down again. We talked for a while longer about how we were going to proceed. I said straight out that I would forget about her by tomorrow and if she wanted to be etched in my memory, she would just have to keep coming around so I would think of her. Late afternoon preferably.

Ena had the pill prescribed, even though she detested the chemical stuff, and also kept the "morning after pill" handy. One thing I had to accept, giving up was not in her vocabulary. She came every afternoon, long after Gini and Elsa, every late afternoon. She did try with all her might to make me squirt everything into her mouth, but I always squirted while fucking, even if only a little bit. I made a green tick in my calendar every day.

Ena, who watched Gini's performances on local TV every night, finally brought her first band member, Maria. She was her age, really curvy and round and she sang some songs of famous stars. Yes, yes, that was a voice! I nodded to Ena, that Maria was quite okay! I wonder if she would have told her what I expected? Ena nodded unhappily. Maria was only 19 and still a virgin, she had never done a blowjob, just lots of handjobs. But she wanted to learn everything, Maria interjected, she wanted to do everything to make a big effort! I nodded in agreement, she should undress like Ena and look at it now up close, tomorrow would be her turn. I looked at Maria's nakedness curiously, she had nice full breasts and was all shaved like Ena, like most girls these days. She knelt down next to Ena, who showed her the blowjob in great detail and let her try it again and again. Ena tore her mouth wide open to show Maria how I squirted into and she swallowed the semen smiling.

Maria had to touch my cock with her hand as Ena inserted it herself and leave her hand there while she rode me. Ena orgasmed for the first time long before I squirted and bit my shoulder as the orgasm jerked her pussy back and forth. I was now convinced that Maria was pretty much of a lesbian as Maria's hand touching her clit during the fucking made her orgasm. She smiled sheepishly at Maria and kept going, finishing it off properly. Maria asked Ena worriedly if she was okay that she did her clit with her fingers while she fucked? Ena smiled, that was quite okay, although it was a secret between the two of them and now Fred would have seen their secret. Maria kept nodding, she had noticed and understood everything. She would be ready tomorrow. I let them both float out and thought for a moment. Gini would come before breakfast, that was certain. I called Elsa, I would need a break tomorrow, because in the afternoon two girls would come to fuck. I heard Elsa's big smile on the phone. It was good that I told her the truth and didn't lie stupidly. I knew Elsa could spot any lie right away.

Ena and Maria arrived on time. I listened attentively because they sang well‐known songs in pairs and I finally heard Ena's deep voice, she could really improvise the second voice and let Maria take the lead. I was not dissatisfied and said, two more girls and a few good studio musicians and we can go and run! I demonstratively pressed the lock button, I was already hot to fuck Maria. I touched her body up and down, she had a much smaller clit than Ena, Gini and Elsa. She knelt in front of me, Ena knelt next to her, sort of as a prompter. Maria made the blowjob very nervously and Ena whispered ahead how to proceed. With the squirting in her mouth did not work at all, Ena took over immediately, she let me squirt in her mouth and swallowed the semen smiling.

Maria stood undecided in front of me. "I want it, I want it so bad!" she cried twice half aloud to spur herself on. She sat up properly, but her hand shook far too much as she tried to insert it. Ena guided the cock into Maria's vaginal entrance and waited. With a wild, determined jerk, she slipped her vagina over the cock and sighed, then rode me really well. I squirted in, really good and hard. Then I wiped the little bit of blood off my cock with a paper handkerchief. Maria stood up with bright eyes and told Ena, it didn't hurt at all. I dismissed the two of them and called Elsa. I told her everything and we laughed and chatted for almost an hour.

Days later, the quartet was complete. Ria and Tina were excellent singers and I put in a tape after the other. They practiced for only half an hour, then the quartet sounded and I listened with my eyes closed. I will work with you, I said into the silence, tomorrow they should give me four suggestions for the name of the band. I pressed the lock button, I wanted to fuck. All four of them took off their clothes.

I touched Tina and Ria curiously. They were no longer virgins and pert Ria babbled as I palpated her clit that she masturbated a lot every night. Tina didn't want to be outdone and said she masturbated very late at night. Several times. And always after fucking. I don't want to get a heart attack, I said to the four sweet elves, one may do the blowjob and another fuck me, or fuck instead of the blowjob. Ena and Maria immediately backed off, Ria and Tina both wanted to fuck and not do a blowjob. I grabbed Ria's hand, "you first!" So it happened, three of them watched as Ria and later Tina fucked me properly. Tina was the only one who pressed herself tightly against me and masturbated frivolously, obscenely and exhibitionistically after fucking. Before they left, I said that on Monday I would have a band of musicians in my little studio. And I was only going to fuck one or two of them, which was more than enough. They left happily chatting and I called Elsa.

"Four Angels," "Four Girl House," "The Hot Chicks," and "Us Girls" were their suggestions. I nodded enthusiastically, pretty great! So, you are "Hot Stages", does everyone agree? I regretted my cockiness. Four against one. I let them frolic for fifteen minutes, then enough was enough. They'll be the "Hotpants," wearing as trademark hot pants that were prepared so their panties were visible to the audience and cheeky, revealing tops, T‐shirts or cheeky bras. Into the ensuing silence, Ena said no panties, showing off labia and slits would be more effective. The silence was cutting. Then I said with a smile, "if you are singing in a church or in front of children, but with panties!" Now everyone laughed, the embarrassing moment was over. I gave up fucking today, Gini and Elsa had already exhausted me today.

Daily the Hotpants practiced with the musicians and when they left I got the blowjob or the fucking. The girls were all on the pill and I was allowed to squirt in at will. The blowjobs became less frequent, it was fine with me, getting fucked was a lot of fun.

I recorded more and more often demo tapes, with the work for Gini and the Hotpants I had a lot to do. The demo tapes went to the radio stations and disappeared just as quickly. They performed on small stages every few weeks, their music wasn't distinctive enough. But it soon made the rounds that the Hotpants had nothing on under the hot pants, you could see "everything"! I had to book bigger stages, the CDs were still selling poorly, but the gigs were selling out, every week. I hired three professional photographers, they were to shoot the live‐performances and take as many pussy photos as possible. I had a professional designer develop the next CD‐covers with the pussy photos, but she convinced me to blur the pussies on the covers, that is, to overshadow them and instead print the lyrics as an insert supplement and place the original pussy photos there. That was wiser from the point of view of the state censorship authorities. The good woman was right, the CDs now sold like hotcakes, the "supplement" slipped through the censors. The Hotpants were now stars. Good money was pouring into my coffers.

Organizing concerts for Gini and the Hotpants became a tough bone job. I had to slow Gini down a bit, I didn't have that much time to fuck anymore, sorry. Also the Hotpants had to step shorter, I wanted to fuck only one in the afternoon, they should make it out among themselves, who. Instead, I took more time for Elsa, she fucked me by far the best. But I kept silent persistently when she thought aloud to leave the masseur. She had to decide that on her own, I didn't say a single word about it.

I needed a female employee, the work was too much for one. A woman, not a man, that was certain from the beginning. That's how Molly came to me. She was exactly what I was looking for. She had taken 8 years off because of the baby and wanted to work. And she could do everything pretty well, grasped how my work went in the first hour and was independent from the second. The 40‐year‐old smiled, "whether I'm selling farm machinery or organizing gigs, it doesn't matter to me." I had long ago compiled a detailed checklist for the different types of projects and gigs, and Molly used it. Except for a few typos, which she smilingly corrected, they were flawless.

I invited Molly to lunch at the Italian restaurant, that's the way it should be, I argued. She noticed my limp, of course, and avoided asking. I explained and she just nodded. The meal was a success, we got to know each other better and I learned that she fucked only and exclusively with her husband. It was not easy for her, by God, but she kept her marriage vows. She had been married for almost 10 years and had already suspected her husband several times of cheating, who of course admitted nothing. That was another reason why she wanted to work, so that she wouldn't have to depend on a cheater if the worst came to the worst.

I decided to come clean to her today, the first day. Gini, Elsa, the Hotpants, one at a time. It was tough stuff, but I didn't want to bamboozle her. She asked about Elsa three times. Divorced, and still...? She didn't say the word. "Yes, we fuck, we fuck with the greatest pleasure!" Only sitting, because of my leg. She nodded, that was easy to understand. But the other man? I explained that he only cum in her mouth and that she was already very disgruntled because of that. "Into her mouth... Inside?" she asked, shuddering. I was quite frank about how Elsa does it to him with her mouth, and Molly was quite disgusted and horrified. She almost couldn't imagine it. I told her that sometimes the Hotpants gave me a blowjob too. She silently took note. "Do they have to, or do they get to?" was her question, and I reassured her that I had never forced anyone to do anything, only willingly or not at all, I always held to that ironclad. The meal was over, but I asked her anyway. No, she had gone into the engagement as a virgin, had never been with another man.... And they did it, him mostly on top, her on the bottom. A few times her husband wanted to do it from behind like dogs, but she had never liked it. In the beginning, when she had her period, she did him very gently with her fingertips, after she understood his explanation, and very gently pulled the foreskin over the glans, back and forth, that was enough during the first months to make him cum. Later, however, she did it quite firmly with her fist, he had taught her so when her careful rubbing with her fingertips was no longer enough for him. Since her Kevin was born, he often did it himself and she suspected him of making a pass at her demented but horny mother. Molly blushed slightly, her mother had lived with them since Kevin was born, but she was sadly demented. She could look after the little one wonderfully and easily during the day, but her mind clouded over at night.

Then her mother came naked into their bedroom and lay down with her husband. She really wanted to fuck him, she said, but Molly turned away and tried to sleep. He did not keep his marriage vows and fucked her mother regularly. Molly's heart almost stopped, but the two of them fucked obsessively. He did not give Molly a chance to talk to him about it. Molly kept silent and was lost in her thoughts. — So, was she doing it herself? Molly turned a scarlet red. A girlfriend had shown her last year, she showed it a dozen times to her as she did it and did it then to her too with her fingers half a dozen times. She hadn't known it before and she only did it now and then, not every week. Dinner was over and we went back to the office.

I had told Molly that when I got lady visitors, she was to go for a walk and not come back until the door was unlocked again. That went pretty well for the first 14 days, if the door was still locked, she would go again. But after two weeks, she said that was a stupid solution. She was losing too much time, missing phone calls, and getting nothing done. She turned her desk around and turned her back on me. She said I should just go ahead and fuck the ladies, she wouldn't turn around and get back to work. I shrugged my shoulders, I was fine with that. This had been going quite well for half a year. Of course Molly got to see our fucking, I even thought that she sometimes watched secretly, but it didn't matter. She did her job excellently and I could fuck as often as I wanted.

One morning, Molly came to work all teary‐eyed and as white as a sheet. I was alarmed and went to see her. If she was sick, surely she didn't have to come to work! She shook her head, "I'm not sick!" and then she started crying. I hit the lock button and the phone calls were diverted to voicemail. Then I grabbed a visitor's chair and sat with Molly. I let her cry and didn't ask until she blew her nose loudly, clearing her throat and wiping her tears.

The stupid bastard wanted a divorce, he'd been having an affair for a long time and was moving in with her. He promised to support her and Kevin financially, he could not afford a lawsuit professionally. "He cheated on me, for years! I knew about my mother, but I wouldn't divorce him because of that! I thought it was a temporary thing that had come from my demented mother in particular, and that would be over someday. And now he's gone, prepared long in advance. I'm alone with Kevin and the mother!"

I let her cry, because there was nothing to be done. At least he was decent enough to support her financially. She wasn't making a bad living with me, so none of that was a problem. But everything else was. I decided to close the office today and unceremoniously cancelled Elsa and Ena. I grabbed Molly and went down to the Italian place. She hadn't eaten since yesterday at noon. A good meal was always right.

She sputtered it all out in disorganized succession. Her parents had separated when she was 13. She went with her father, her 10‐year‐old brother stayed with her mother. She was lucky, her father raised her to be an educated young woman. Sex did not interest him at all, he never approached her unseemly and she was not interested in sex either. So she went into marriage with her junior boss as virgo intacta.

Her brother had it bad. The mother was a nymphomaniac and seduced the boy at 11, when he could squirt. He stayed in his mother's bed and tore himself away from her at 18, marrying to a distant city and avoiding his family from then on. The marriage with her husband was good for many years, only deteriorating in the last months. He let her mother into their marital bed at night and fucked her next to his wife. He rarely fucked his wife anymore, they hadn't fucked in months. But he tried hard to play a nice family to their son Kevin. And now he was gone, the cheater, the betrayer, the bastard.

Molly barely cried, her indignation outweighing the loss of the guy who shamelessly fucked her mother in the marriage bed. I hooked up, it had gone much the same way with me. I told her that I had slept in my mother's bed until I was 23 and that even after my marriage to Elsa she had spent the night in our marriage bed at least once a week. Elsa didn't mind at all that I fucked the old woman once or twice every week. Elsa smiled knowingly and grinned that the poor thing was already suffering greatly from her nymphomania. It stopped only after years, when her libido disappeared from one day to the next. As if she sensed it, Elsa called and inquired. I got up and walked a few steps to make the call, Molly rushed off for her third helping of pasta. I came back ten minutes later, she had polished off the pasta and all the white wine. That was a good sign. We ate and drank for another hour and left. Upstairs, in the office, I immediately sat down in front of the screen, perhaps something important had come in. I looked up in irritation. Molly was standing right in front of me. Naked.

She smiled to hide her insecurity. I looked at her, she had an average body, her breasts were small and flabby, above her slit a small, dense blond bush. She stood there seriously, allowing herself to be mustered. She hadn't fucked in a year, she said softly, narrowing her eyes in shame, and she'd only done it sometimes in that time with her finger because my fucking in the office had aroused her so much. "I want to fuck you now, Fred, it's pushing me hard. Please. Please let me fuck!" I thought in a flash if there was any downside. I remembered that someone had once said that this was not a good idea, you just don't fuck an employee. I pushed the thought aside and pressed the lock button. I nodded and took Molly by the hand. My screen beeped, an email.

I lifted my butt a little and took off my pants. Molly blushed when she saw my cock. "I've never seen another cock, never fucked anyone else," she whispered, "but now I want it, want it badly!" She sat down on my lap and reached for my cock. "It's much bigger and thicker than his," she sighed in disappointment when it didn't immediately enter her vagina. "I've never fucked another man's cock," she said thoughtfully, "and Kevin was a C‐section because my vagina was too tight. Maybe all men have bigger dicks than him?" She tried again in vain to get my cock in. "It won't work, it won't fit!" she sighed, close to tears. I muttered that he had gone in everywhere so far, she should try more vigorously. Molly nodded uncertainly. "I've never done it in that position before, but I've seen it many times. Here, with you." Her whisper was barely audible. She lifted her ass, steered my cock into her vaginal entrance with one hand, and I grabbed her by the ass cheeks and slowly placed her on my cock with firm pressure. She made a sound of pain, then laughed. "It's like a second deflowering!" she laughed. "But it feels damn good, Fred, your cock fills me all the way!" Her vagina was surprisingly tight, warm and wet. It felt very good.

She began to fuck me. She fucked me very slowly, slowly up and slowly down, the full length. I could feel her clit sliding along my cock. It was going well, my arousal was rising and she gasped after a few minutes, "Fred, it's coming for me," and then she cried louder, "It's coming, Fred, it's coming!" She sank onto my chest after moments with a long sigh. I could feel her orgasm with my cock. She opened her eyes and I felt her orgasm very clearly. She stayed on my chest until the orgasm subsided. "I rarely got an orgasm when he fucked me," she said. I moved my ass and growled for her to please continue. She did and finished it off with slow, firm up‐ and down movements, opening her mouth as I squirted off in her vagina. Her eyelids fluttered as I squirted inside jet after jet. She remained sitting on my cock for a long time, her head on my chest. "It's the first time anyone else has ever squirted inside me," she whispered almost inaudibly.

The office stayed closed that day, definitely. We talked about fucking and masturbating, she didn't know much about that. She said maybe she should masturbate more often if it would do her any good. I conjured the cognac from my desk and we drank quite a bit. She remained sitting naked on my lap playing with my soft cock. I told her that it was a great physical challenge to fuck so many different women and that she must not overtax me. She understood that immediately, she didn't want to be the cause of my heart attack. We laughed like children who had just thought of something fancy. Evening came, but she wouldn't leave my lap, not when I had just had a magnificent erection. Again a long trial and error, again a forced penetration. She beamed, drunk as we both were, and fucked me her way, with long up‐ and down movements she let her clit slide along my cock. She didn't get an orgasm and I only squirted a few sad droplets. But we were both happily doing it and her fucking ex was nowhere to be seen.

I resumed my rhythm, Gini, Elsa and the Hotpants, one after the other. Molly blushingly told me that she now masturbated every night and fantasized about the beautiful fucking. Every evening when we broke up, she would come to me curiously asking if I felt like it. Sometimes I didn't feel like it and I didn't have the strength anymore, but most of the time we fucked to end the day. I had shown her how important the sliding of her clit was for her own orgasm and she actually learned it. It was no longer important to either of us at all, whether I could still squirt at the end.

It was a good year. Elsa had left her masseur and moved back in with me. She knew that I had to keep the others happy. She laughed heartily, "I don't want to tell you how to run your whorehouse!" That made it official, she only talked about "your whorehouse!"