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Hi Everyone

  I did not want another Wednesday to pass without a treat for you. Sadly  I have little time to plan anything but then again I don't need much because I have this super story from our dear Skinnie S to share with you all. Concentrate ,Its complicated LOL

 Also over the coming weeks I have some other super stories to share. 

But first ,Over to Skinnie

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Andy

Cannes Bang Danger

by Skinnie Stallion

1. Going Fishing

She shook and squeezed.   A few more milky white droplets oozed out.   She’d soon have to switch  to a new one but there ought to be just enough this time.   Enough for this excursion.  She rubbed the last of the Factor 50 lotion into her cheeks and forehead.   She prided herself on her scrupulous skin care and that she still had very few wrinkles. ‘Laughter lines’, she preferred to call them.    Sunscreen was essential in the south of France but she wore it every day back in England.  Not just beneath her foundation but slathered all over.   It was such a good moisturiser.  She wanted to stay silky smooth, and regular trips to the gym meant that there was no sagging.   

It was always the little crevices that demanded most attention.  She was tempted to add a little more lotion – it felt so nice - but decided to stop for now.  It was just a shame her daughter’s maid wasn’t available to help.   It was never quite the same rubbing in the lotion yourself and the young man always did such a good job.    Her daughter had trained him well.   

Baroness Fullerton admired herself in the mirror.   Her skin glistened.   Now she needed to get dressed.   More protection for a day out at sea.   Stockings first.   Stockings always.  Never tights, though there were times in her youth when crotchless tights had been quite a practical option when she hadn’t wanted suspenders showing under a tight dress.    She started with a pair of black latex stockings.   PVC might be more practical and hard wearing but she preferred the skin-tight look and the water resistance of latex.   Sweaty maybe, but all those salty splashes wiped clean with so little trouble.  

Her stockings were well talced and came out of the wrapper easily.   She winced as she bent forward to roll them over her feet.  She was still getting back twinges.   Maybe she was getting a bit old for a piledriver, but she’d enjoyed the extra-curricular exercises with her latest fitness instructor last week in London, and so had he.   “You’re only as old as the man you feel”, she used to say, adding teasingly for her daughter’s benefit, “inside.”    She understood her daughter’s preferences.  Even before poor Lord Jones’ death, her daughter turned to have a refined set of tastes uniquely her own.  Her expulsion from the Ladies’ College for seducing a prefect had merely been a foretaste of what was to come.

After fastening her suspenders, the Baroness pulled on a pair of latex panties.  No need for a bra: a translucent black latex top would provide all the support she needed.  The latex garments squeaked and crackled as she adjusted them so that her nipple rings lay flat and her clit ring nestled comfortably.   She glanced at the clock: nine-fifteen.   Time for her first gloss and to get acclimatised for the day ahead.  She turned off the air conditioning and opened the balcony doors.  The sun had already been up for three hours and hot air gushed into her room.   She could hear talking a couple of floors below on the hotel’s patio.   They were clearly setting up for the shoot.  

She sprayed.  It felt lovely and cool on her breasts, legs and groin.   She spread and rubbed the greasy film into a glistening shine. She gently ran her fingers over her breasts and nipples.  Her fingers circled the outline of the large diameter rings.  Even if the gold of her rings couldn’t glisten in the sun liked they’d done on the beach yesterday, she wanted their outline to shine.   She’d gone for her ¾” diameter 14G bead rings today that should show nicely when she wanted.   Maybe if it wasn’t too breezy on the boat she might take off a layer or two.  

It really was such a pity that Jane’s maid wasn’t here to help with that.   He had become very adept at glossing her surfaces and her crevices.  

Latex britches were followed by a sleeved white cotton shirt and a light fisherman’s jersey.  She wondered about a latex hood but that might get too hot.   She settled on a PVC sou’wester that could also act as a sun hat.   She checked the time again.  More than enough for another polish since her tackle was ready.   Then she just needed to put on her anti-slip PVC thigh boots.  They’d go well with the sou’wester and were so much nicer visually than waders.  She just hoped there’d be some capable rods on the boat.  It wasn’t just tuna she was hoping to catch. Maybe some marlin, maybe some swordfish.  Some good swords would be nice. 

As she waited for the guys to turn up, the noise from the patio had become louder.   She could hear her daughter’s raised voice.   Unusual for Jane who was normally so calm and assured.

2.  The Swamp - Cannes Bang BTS: Scene Description and Transcript

It’s not often a debutante on BarelyLegalPorno gets her own Behind The Scenes but we thought it was worth it for this beautiful new starlet. She radiates delicate feminine beauty with her rich chestnut red hair in a short, shaggy pixie cut that gives her an almost boyish look. Her lips, nails and toenails have a luscious shade of red that  perfectly complements her hair, while her eyelids glitter with multichrome silvery-blue. She is clad only in a shimmering gold shift dress, large gold hoop earrings and diamanté Jimmy Choo sandals.   Flanked by two of our well known studs, Chunk Brisket and Pork Stab, the pretty young thing gyrates in front of them looking like she can’t wait to get started.  Chunk gets her in the mood be squeezing her  tight arse cheek, while the girl gets a feel of Pork’s crotch and dreams of the sweaty pleasures that will soon be engulfing her.   This girl is in danger, danger of getting the banging of a lifetime.   The first of many, our subscribers will be hoping.

In the background, a greying-blonde haired lady is confronting and arguing with our security and shoot manager.  Unfortunately, we were only able to capture the audio of the starlet’s agent in the Behind The Scenes part of the shoot. 

“Bedroom!   What the fuck?   And who the hell are these two thugs? …….

“No way!   This is not happening…..

"This is a fashion shoot.   Now get out of my way!....... 

“There is no way he is doing that! This is meant to be a fashion shoot, a South of France fashion shoot showing off the new BOY?™ range for the Cannes festival. We want as many stars as possible wearing BOY?™ on the red carpet this year. .......

"Yes, he may like the guys but that's no excuse. We didn't come here to make one of those. I repeat: this is meant to be a fashion shoot. A BOY?™ fashion shoot........... 

"Yes, I know he looks like a girl and the guys find him very attractive. I think Andy can see that........ 

"Yes, OK, Andy can feel that too ......... 

"No, he doesn't have a girlfriend at the moment ........

 "I'm his best friend. And his agent ......... 

"Yes, he likes boys. He has a boyfriend at home ....... 

"Yes! A boyfriend! ...... 

"Yes, he obviously likes boys. Most girls do......... 

"Yes, I know he's a boy. But look at him: does he look like a boy?....... 

"Yes, but he's the boy most girls would adore looking like. Girls love him.  They love his look…..

“Yes, of course some girls wear BOY?™.  Ladies too.   Ladies in the UK and the US love him and his look; a lot of men too.........

 "Yes, I know, men........ 

“But BOY?™ is targetted at boys and young men, and to ladies who want their boys in touch with their feminine side......”

I'm afraid at this point Lady Fullerton-Jones had to be removed from the shoot by our security.  As she was led away, her last words were: 

“Sound Of Silence, Andy!   Sound Of Silence!”

whatever that meant.  Presumably she didn’t want him speaking on camera with his English accent.    The crew were only going to allow her back after the fun had finished and her young starlet was getting cleaned up. 

3. The Lure

The Baroness was surprised by a loud rap at the door.  She’d expected a call from reception when the guys arrived with the limo to the harbour.  “Enter!” she called from her chaise longue.   

Her daughter stormed into the room.  “Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!”

“What is it darling?” the Baroness enquired.   She wasn’t accustomed to seeing her daughter in such a state.  Jane normally exuded calm confidence, very much following her maternal example.

“It’s those bitches in The Sisterhood.   This was just meant to be a fashion shoot.   But those cunts want to put Andy in a porno.    I thought we’d stopped all that stupidity after his first stay at Knightley Manor.   I bet Madam Dark is behind this?”

“Oh dear!   What can we do, my darling?” asked the Baroness trying to remain unflustered.

“I need your help, mummy.   Thank goodness you’re still here.”

This was unusual in itself.   Jane was normally a model of self-reliance and assurance.  “What can I do?”

“Do you have your heart pills and your back cream with you, mummy?”

“Yes, dear.  Of course I do.    My back’s still aching after my work out with Logan last week.   He really knew how to give me a good ….”

“TMI, mummy, TMI.   Too much information.   Can I borrow them?”

“Yes, dear.   Is your heart beating too fast?”

“It is, but they’re not for me.  Do you have your fountain pen with you too?”

“Yes, darling.   Do you want to write a letter?”

“No, mummy.   When do the boys arrive?”

“They ought to be here anytime now.  The boat’s been booked for ten o’clock.   It’ll only take five minutes to get down to the harbour.”

“I’m going to need their help and yours.   How many of the Berwick Market boys did you bring?”

“Just four.   They’re staying down at the docks.  There are some French Navy boats in port at the moment.  I’m sure they made some new friends last night.”

“Let’s hope they’re not too tired.  Can you delay your fishing trip?”

“Yes.   Not a problem.  I chartered it.”

There was a hoot outside.   “That’ll be them.”   

“Please give them a call and get them up here.   This is going to need a team effort.”

“Yes, darling.”

“And mummy, I love your outfit, but can you change into something a bit more formal?

“If you say so, darling.”   The Baroness was not going to question her daughter although she did now regret all the polishing.   Jane clearly had a plan.

4. Bottom Fishing

Andy was worried.   Her call had been clear: “Sound Of Silence”.    He knew it wasn’t an order for him to go mute, even though he was dumbstruck to be sandwiched between two well-built hunks.   His Great-Aunt might be going fishing but he could already feel one of the guy’s tackle.  Will’s was nice, but this guy’s was something else.   He might be rubbing the guy’s groin at the director’s behest, but he couldn’t fail to notice the reaction he was provoking.  He was starting to feel a little moist himself.   He was glad he’d put some panties on.   It was all rather exciting.

But he had to remember Auntie’s words: “Sound of Silence”.   Their distress call was there: “S-O-S”.   This can’t have been part of Auntie’s plan.   He needed time.   He remembered his schoolboy French.   “Pipi.   Je dois faire pipi.”

“Střih!” the director called.  He waved at Andy to go.   Andy scuttled across the marble tiled patio to find the loos.   He was going to take his time.  

He returned to the patio and took his place between the studs, ready to resume shooting. 

“Ne!” the director yelled.   He pointed at Andy and then waved at the make-up girl.   Somehow Andy had managed to dislodge one of his false eyelashes and smear his lipstick.   He mimed rubbing his face with a towel to the girl and shrugged his shoulders.   He had to buy time for his Aunt.

5. The Bait

“Arrêtez!” she barked.   There was a commotion as a grey haired lady in a Chanel suit swept past the barrier screening off the shoot followed by four casually dressed young men in chinos, matelot jerseys and deck shoes.   “Cesser le travail.   Où sont vos papiers?   Votre permis?”  

The film crew appeared nonplussed.  “Pardon, madame?” asked the director.

“Votre permis et  vos cartes syndicales, s’il vous plait.”

“Mais nous venons de République Tchèque,” stuttered the director in stumbling French.  “Tout mon équipe vient de République Tchèque.”

“Non, non, non.   Ce n’est pas autorisé.   L’équipage doit être syndiqué,”  demanded the lady.

“Quoi?” exclaimed a perplexed director.

“Votre équipe doit cesser le travail.   Ils devont partir.”

“Mais nous avons un film à faire.”

“Pas de problème.   Ces gars sont syndiqués,” she said gesticulating at the four youths standing behind her.  “Ils seront votre equipage.   Sortez vos copains d’ici.”  She pointed disparagingly at the director’s film crew, wagging her finger, then directing towards the security barrier.

6. The Hook

Andy looked away.   He had to avoid catching the Baroness’s eye.   He mustn’t even show a flash of recognition or acknowledgement.   He focused his attention on Pork’s groin.  A little rub and a look of longing was all it took.  It was always the same with Will.   Not too much.  Not with Will.  He never wanted any going to waste.   

He lingered on the patio as the director and the new crew went to do the set up for the next scene in one of the hotel’s bedrooms.   His way was barred by a couple of heavies and a lady in a blue blouse and midi-length white shirt.   The same group that had pushed away his Aunt.   The hunks tagged behind the crew with the make-up girl.   Their fluffer too, he guessed. He doubted that she’d be using one of her make-up brushes for that.  They surely didn’t expect him to do that.   Not with two strangers.   They might be hunks, but they had no charm.   Not like Will.  And they didn’t speak English nor French, so they were only planning to entertain him in one way.   He didn’t imagine they were going to be gentle.   Not like Will.   His Will.

He was glad of a coffee to calm his nerves.  He sheltered under one of the sun umbrellas.  It was getting hotter, and the sun and heat were reflecting off the white marble deck of the patio.   It was nearly an hour before they called him to the set.  He just hoped the bedroom had full air conditioning, otherwise it was going to get very sweaty.

He was handed a pair of platform sandals as soon as he went into the bedroom.    Sandals with a three inch Perspex platform and eight inch heels.   Stripper heels.   They really did want him to conform to the stereotype.    He was surprised to find the Baroness still monitoring the filming.   He looked more closely at the members of film crew.   He realised he recognised them.   They were some of the boys whom he’d seen hanging out in the Baroness’ house when Jane had taken him up to London to visit her mother.

One of the guys handed him a tube of what looked like ointment.   “Say lube,” he said in mangled estuary English French.   “Pour lays cocks,” he added.   He gave Andy a covert wink.

Meanwhile the Baroness was talking to the studs while the Director was finalising the lighting arrangements.   She covertly passed them some pills.   Little blue pills.  “Ils peuvent paraître petits mais forts.”  She made a gesture clenching her right fist and tapping her forearm.  Each of the men took one and chewed.  The Baroness nodded and held out her palm.  “De plus.”   They took another.   “De plus.   Très fort.   Vous voulez lui offrir une bonne baise,  n’est-çe pas?.”  And another.

The director called for action.   Andy did his shimmy against the guys again, then went down on his knees.

7. The Catch

The Baroness grabbed Andy’s hand and led him out of the bedroom.  He attempted to turn back, gasping, “My Jimmy Choos!   I need my Jimmy Choos.”  He faced a wall of bodies: the four crew members were following closely behind.  

“Non, Mademoiselle,” said the Baroness, staying in character.   She held his arm and ushered him on to the landing.    He tottered and needed to steady himself against her.  He wasn’t used to wobbling on heels, even tall ones like these stripper heels, but it was all too much for him.  He was in sensual overload.   What on earth was happening:  a deranged BOY?™ shoot; Aunt Jane’s argument with Security; the Baroness speaking French; the Berwick Market Particulars?    She pulled him towards the stairs.  She wasn’t going to risk the lifts.   Time was of the essence.   That and avoiding security.    Jane would be waiting in the lobby.   

Jane rose to  her feet as soon as she heard them on the first floor landing. She ran to the foot of the staircase, and gave Andy a hug and a quick peck on the lips.

“Oh, darling!   You’re safe.  Quick.  We must go.”   She turned to the Baroness.   Will you be OK, mummy?”

“Yes, dear.   Alfie and Ronnie will stay with me.   I’ll go back to my room with them and lie low.  I’ll be quite safe.   The boys will be my security.   You just go.   Take care.   And look after that sweet boy of yours.  Billy and Ray will go with you and see you safe to the boat.”

“Thanks, ma.  Just take care.   You’ve done more than enough.”

“Don’t worry about us.   We’ll call that nice boy in Room Service for a sandwich.  Alfie and Ronnie deserve it after their efforts this morning.   And then we might have some lunch,” she said with a smile and twinkle in her eye.

“Mother, you’re incorrigible!   But we must go.”

“Yes, darling.   Keep that boy of yours safe!   Bye Andy darling.   Bye Jane.”

8. The Haul

Andy exhaled slowly as the car accelerated out of the hotel’s drive.  It was only now he was on the back seat of the limo with Jane that he felt able to relax and to talk.  Jane reached across and held his hand.   “Are you OK, darling?”

“I’m not sure, Auntie.   What was all that about and where are we going?”

“That was The Sisterhood being total bitches.   They wanted you in a porno.   I bet Madam Dark has found her way back.   She’s never forgiven us for getting her disciplined when you first stayed at Knightley Manor.   That cunt won’t rest until she’s got her own back.”

“Uh!”  Andy gasped.   He wasn’t used to hearing such language from his Aunt.  

“But what just happened?”

“They were going to have you fucked by two studs.”

“Oh crikey?   Two!”  He felt a bit moist.   Two cocks just for him.   And he had felt Pork’s ‘excitement’.   “Me?   In a porno.   But why?”

“Oh different reasons, I guess.   Madam Dark: to get her own back.   She’s not going to rest till she gets own back for what happened at Knightley Manor all those months ago.  She has to get control of you.   And she knows how much that would hurt me.   The Sisterhood: because they want to take BOY?™ downmarket and broaden the appeal.”  

“How would that help BOY?™ ?” asked a naïve Andy.

“Come on honey.   A boy wearing BOY?™ being fucked by two boys.   Can’t you see the appeal.”

“Oh goodness!” exclaimed Andy.

“It wouldn’t be goodness, it would be filthiness.  I think BOY?™should stay an upmarket, luxury brand.   They wanted to call their sordid film: ‘Cannes Bang for BOY?™’    Hardly the right publicity for a luxury brand.

Andy went quiet.   He was still puzzled.   He cuddled up to Jane who put her arm round him and pulled him close.   When he was nuzzling against her and feeling a bit calmer, he asked, “Auntie, am I pretty?”

It was Jane’s turn to be perplexed.   “Yes, honey, of course you are.  You’re stunningly pretty.”

“Then why were the boys so turned off by me?   They seemed to have the hots for me when they were on the patio, but, as soon as we got to the bedroom, they were damp squibs.”

“That would be mother’s doing.   Did she give them some blue pills.”

“Yes, I thought they were going to get super hard.  They took lots.  At least three.   She was encouraging them.”

“And did she give you some lube?”   Andy went shy and couldn’t answer.  He buried his face against Jane’s breast.   “Well did she?”

“Yes, Auntie.”

“And……”

“She told me to lube the guys.”

“And….”

“Well the director seemed more than happy with her suggestion and set the cameras rolling.  I knelt down and unzipped them.”

“And ……”

“Well, I massaged the lube into them.”

“Did you wear gloves?”

“Yes, Great-Aunt gave me some latex gloves. Long black latex ones. Like opera gloves.  She said it would look more sexy when I held their cocks.”

“Thank goodness.”

“Why?” demanded Andy.

“First tell me what happened to the guys?” asked Jane.

“Oh them!   They were damp squibs,” said a somewhat downcast Andy.  Jane smiled.   “That was when we had to stop shooting.   I thought it was me.   The director thought it was me.   The guys seemed to think it was me.   No matter how hard I tried I couldn't get them stiff.  They just got limper.”

Jane laughed.   “Well done Mummy.”

“What?”

“Mummy gave them her heart tablets.    And you rubbed her back cream on to their cocks.   It’s hard getting hard when you're full of beta-blockers and had your cock numbed with lidocaine.”

“But I tried so hard.”

“Yes, and the harder you tried and the more cream you applied, the more numb they’ll have become.  Their blood pressure will have been falling through the floor too, so they’re not going to be getting stiff for quite a while.”

“That was when the director  tried getting that make-up girl on the case.”

“The poor thing will get numb lips.   I didn’t think of that,” said Jane with a hint of regret.  

“Yes, she was nice.  I think she was Chunk’s girlfriend.”

“Ah, well.  It’s not like Chunk’s going to be very active for a while.”

“Anyway, your mother suggested pausing the shoot for a while,  and said the crew should take a statutory break.   That was when Great-Aunt led me out.”

“She did a fantastic job.”

“They really thought she was from the ministry.  But where are we going now?”

 “To the harbour.   Then on mummy’s fishing boat to Marseilles.”

“Marseilles?!   Why Marseilles?”

“Because I’ve booked us on a cruise to Miami.”

“But Auntie, all my things are back in my room at the hotel.   We have to go back.”

“No, darling.   We can’t go back.   The Sisterhood will be looking for us.  Madam Dark definitely will be.”

“But I’ve got no clothes.   I’ve got nothing to wear.   I can’t go round in a pair of stripper heels and shift dress.”

“Don’t worry, honey.   You’ve got plenty to wear.  I  packed up my things and my cases in the trunk of the limo.    I also retrieved some of the boxes of BOY?™ outfits from the fashion shoot.  You can wear BOY?™ on the trip.”

“But I can’t wear BOY?™ all the time!”

“Why ever not?”

“Because I’ll look like a girl all the time.”

“And your problem with that is?   You can always share some of my wardrobe.  You always said you liked my Balmain leather pants.   I bet you like these Giorgio Cuirs,” she said taking his hand to stroke the soft brown leather covering her thighs.

“Yes, Auntie.   I love them.   But it’s going to get hot in Miami.   I can’t just wear leather trousers.”

“Of course, not.   I’ve got leather shorts.   And you’ll look really nice in some of my mini-dresses.   And there’s BOY?™ latex shorts, mini-skirts and swimwear.   You’ll be fine.”

“Yes, Auntie,” said Andy only slightly grudgingly.   He just hoped his Aunt would let him wear her Balmain’s.   After all,  that was how this had all started.   He was already thinking about being at the Captain’s Table with Jane in her Giorgio’s and him in her Balmain’s.   “But what about Billy and Ray?   He said looking at the guys on the banquette seat opposite.

“They’ll see us on to the boat, and then they can have some time at the harbour.   They deserve a reward and I’m sure there’ll be some obliging matelots.  Isn’t that right boys?”

“Sure thing, LJ.   Sure thing,” said Billy.   “However, you take care of your precious catch.   He is a treasure,” he said looking at Andy with a brotherly fondness..

“I’m so grateful to you.   And to Alfie and Ronnie,” Jane said, proffering a couple of five hundred €uro notes at them.   

Billy waved them away.   “Always a pleasure, LJ.  A privilege and a pleasure,” he said.   “And Andy..?”

“Yes?”

“You were great,” said Billy.

“Thank you,” said Andy meekly.   “But Auntie, what about the footage they shot of me rubbing in the lube?   The Sisterhood will still have that.”

“I think they’ll find that any footage has been erased.  Quite mysterious,” she said with a twinkle, and a smile at Billy and Ray.  “The only footage they’ll have was when you were on the patio looking sweet, and with me in the background swearing at their security.”

“Oh!”   Andy went quiet for a bit.   He stroked his Auntie’s thigh for a while then asked, “What will we do in Miami?   Can we go to some of clubs and bars?”

“Look.   We need to lie low.   The Sisterhood will be after us.   I’m thinking of going up to New York.   It’ll be hard for them to find us there.   When things settle, we can do some BOY?™ promotion.   Remember, I’m the majority owner of BOY?™ in the US.   And you being dressed all the time in BOY?™ will be just what the company needs.”

“Oh!” said a slightly glum Andy.

“Never mind, honey.   We’ll be sharing a cabin on cruise and we’ll have plenty of time to relax.   Once we’re settled, I quite fancy a facial.   Won’t that be nice, darling?”

“Yes,” said Andy, never quite sure what his Aunt meant.

The adventure was only just beginning.

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