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First Published, 06 November 2012

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Uncle Len pt 2
by Isabella

Story Code: M+/f, m/f, M/F, Simulated Rape, film, Oral, Anal, Under Age, Prostitution, Inter Racial, exhibitionism, Voyeurism

On Sunday Morning Len popped a large aluminium box into the boot of his car and a large tripod, then he told Margery that he was taking me into town for a few hours, he asked her if she could have dinner ready for us at three o'clock. We left the house a little after nine o'clock in the morning and drove into the Highfields area, we parked in Melbourne Road and walked around the corner into St. Peter's Street. We went to a huge three story house, right up to the top floor and knocked on a door.

The door opened and I stepped back in shock, I had never seen a black man before, well, not close up and the man opening the door was definitely black, black as coal. He was wearing just pyjama bottoms and no top, what hair there was on his chest was short, and curly and his head was totally bald. "Leroy, this is Fiona, Fiona, Leroy."

Leroy took my hand and shook it, "Pleased to meet you Fiona."

I said, "Same, I'm sure,"

I think I may even have given a little curtsy but I'm not sure about that.

Len and Leroy were chatting about filming something, "Man, we gotta be careful this time, last time I did a white girl pick up scene, I ended up getting my fucking head kicked in for my trouble."

Len thought for a moment, "I'll ring Mr Howden, see if he can send a couple of his men along to babysit us."

There was a pay-phone at the bottom of the stairs and while Len went to talk to Mr. Howden, Leroy started to get dressed, he pulled a white shirt on and then dropped his pyjama bottoms before he fastened the shirt up, I blushed and turned away, "Hey, I thought that you and me were going to be performing together later, don't tell me you're shy!"

"No, you just took me by surprise, that's all."

Leroy laughed, then he took his flaccid cock in his hand, totally soft it was longer and fatter that my Uncles cock. "Wait till you feel this in your twat for the first time, you'll be surprised all right."

Leroy put on black trousers with no underpants on, he looked quite smart when we left the house, he had highly polished shoes on but no socks, the white shirt with a black tie and a small white apron over his black trousers. As we drove to the centre of Evington, Len and Leroy were in the front of the car and I was in the back, Len told me to look in the foot-well in the back, "Change into the pinafore dress and do your hair in bunches on each side of your head."

In Evington a street cafe looked as if it were open, I spotted Mr. Howden's men sitting at tables one either side of the entrance to the seating area. Len set up the camera and sat at a table where he could film the front of the local church without being noticed, then he gave me a rough scenario. I had to go and sit at the back of the church, let four people leave in front of me then follow them, I had to shake hands with the Priest who would be standing on the steps in front of the church, a little curtsy to the priest as I shook his hand and then I had to walk towards the cafe.

I had to make sure that as I walked I could see the seat on either side of Len as he sat looking at me, that way I would be easily visible to him. Leroy would run out and offer me a drink, I had to try and walk around him, refuse his offer three times before accepting a strawberry milkshake and following him to be seated at a table close to where Len was sitting. "Try not to look at Alan and Mark as you pass between them."

"Who are Alan and Mark?"

"You know them both; you had a little fun with them last night!"

I looked at the two men sitting at two tables with a coffee and an open newspaper in front of each of them.

"Which is which?"

Len looked at me a little surprised, "Didn't you even get introduced to them before you played with them? Alan is the tall skinny one."

Len got back to the film shoot, "Leroy and you will just make small talk for a few minutes, Leroy will try and touch you, push his hands away a few times, then let him put his hand up your dress. Leroy will invite you into the back room, refuse twice and then Leroy will take your hand and pull you along with him, look reluctant but just follow him into the back of the cafe. I'll tell you the next scene once you have been filmed going through the door, that will be the cut point."

So my first ever starring role in a film and it was totally unscripted, Leroy explained that there would be a tape recorder under the table and someone would type up what we had said to each other after we had finished filming. "They will have two people read our words out onto the film before they sell it."

Why not just use our voices?" "You sound too old and I sound too American."

I followed Len's outline, he had said that I couldn't say anything wrong as they would just change the words at the end, and that most of the films would have German, French, American, Spanish or Dutch people speaking our words but it was important that I looked a little frightened and shocked at what was happening.

I was a little frightened while I was in church, I didn't want to be struck down for what I had done the night before, I had after all broken about ten or fifteen of God's laws in the past twenty-four hours. I wobbled a little as I curtsied to the priest on the steps and thought I was going to fall over, then I had to walk in a wide ark as I tried to keep the seat either side of Len in sight.

When Leroy bounded out in front of me and offered me a drink, I shook my head, the only thing I could think of saying was that my mother expected me to go straight home. I eventually agreed to have a free milkshake and walked between Alan and Mark, they both smiled at me, that was okay though as their backs were to the camera, I blushed a little and had to force myself not to smile back at them.

I sat at the table with its hidden tape recorder and Leroy brought me a large glass of strawberry milkshake, I was left to drink a little of the shake and then Leroy came back and knelt at my side and just started to make small talk, he kept putting his hand on my knee and I pushed his hand away. Len said "Fiona, don't look at me, look over your shoulder to see if anyone is watching you, look all around and then let Leroy put his hand up the front of your dress."

Leroy fumbled up the front of my dress and as he did, two men walked between Alan and Mark, they had seen Leroy 'pestering' me and me pushing him away over and over again. Alan and Mark stepped in and stopped them coming to my aid. I had a genuine look of fear on my face when Leroy asked me to go into the back of the cafe with him, not from his request but from the posturing of the four men at the entrance, Leroy just ignored it all and kept on acting as he had been told to.

Len told me to forget the instructions and just go into the cafe but to still make it look like I was reluctant to follow him. The doors were locked behind us as Len, Leroy and I went into the cafe. Len filmed Leroy pulling me through the small dining room, then through the kitchen and into a store room, Len filmed Leroy closing the door but it was opened again instantly so that Len could stand in the doorway to film in the small room.

Len said, "Fight him off, be as violent as you want, Leroy likes it a little rough." So as Leroy was trying to undress me, I was punching at him and kicking him, after ten minutes Leroy had managed to get my dress off when Len said "Cut!" The spool of film in the sixteen millimetre camera only lasted ten minutes and had to be changed and while Len changed the film spool, Leroy and I had to stand perfectly still, we were actually both laughing our heads off form the farce of the past ten minutes, it seemed very 'Keystone Kops' to me. Len moved into a corner and the lights were reset slightly, then Len told us to get into position and then he said, "Action!"

Leroy was pushing and pulling me and managed to dodge two swings of my fist aimed at his face, then I managed to land one against his ear, "You fucking bitch." Leroy screamed at me before ripping the front of my blouse open sending buttons flying in all directions. My 'virgin' white bra was ripped off next, Leroy made a swing but instead of him slapping my face, he stopped his hand at the point of contact and just pushed my head to the side so it turned and then he slipped his hand off my face and sped up his arm movement so that Len would be able to cut just a few frames from the film and it would look like Leroy had slapped my face hard.

My knickers were left on and Leroy whispered "How far can you take a cock in your mouth?"

Len answered for me, "She's good, get the right angle and she'll be able to take it all the way."

Leroy pulled his zipper down and took out his cock, I gasped when I saw it, it was nine inches soft and twelve inches long at least when it was hard and Leroy was definitely hard.

Leroy grabbed a hand full of my hair and dragged my head down to his cock, Len kept telling me to struggle, "Fight him off!"

It took an age but eventually Leroy managed to get his cock into my mouth. "Cut!"

Len replaced the film spool again and went through to the kitchen and dragged a stainless steel trolley table into the store room and pushed it into the corner where he had just been kneeling to film the action, Leroy and I were both given a drink, mine was almost neat Whiskey and Leroy had a bottle of beer.

Len pointed to the trolley, "Lay Fiona out on that on her back, if you use two linen napkins to tie her wrists to the rear legs, then pull her as far over the edge as she can go, her wrist restraints will hold her in place and her mouth should be low enough and her throat straight enough to take you all the way in."

I was told that so long as I kept my shoulders in one place I could twist my head from side to side to make it look like I was trying to get away, and if I did it carefully it wouldn't hurt at all and might even help Leroy to get deeper into my throat.

I pointed out that the trolley was extremely cold as it was made out of metal and the turned up lip around the edges would hurt my back but if they piled a few table cloths and tea-towels on top of the trolley, it would help me to be comfortable and if the top layer of the pile of cloth were the linen table napkins, Leroy would be able to easily hold me down and find the napkins to tie me down.

Before we started the filming again, Leroy tried tying my hands with the napkins, they just weren't long enough to do what Len had suggested, the linen tea-towels were twice as long but too wide, then Leroy had an idea, he took one towel and made two short cuts in it about two inches apart, "Then, when I need to tie Fiona's wrists, I'll just rip it apart and take two, two inch strips off of it."

Len positioned himself in yet another different filming position and Leroy and I took up the positions that we had been in when filming stopped, we weren't in exactly the same position though, Leroy was flaccid, his cock just hung there, nine inches long and looking at the floor. I squatted in front of him and started sucking his cock until it got back up into full erection. Then I stood up again and as Leroy grabbed my hair and got ready to pull my head down again Len shouted out "Action."

My face was dragged quite violently down on to Leroy's cock and I tried to keep my lips closed, shaking my head as much as I could to try and get away from his cockhead. "And open your mouth!" Len was now right close to my face with the camera as I allowed Leroy to push his cock into my mouth. Leroy pushed hard against the back of my throat, I hadn't been expecting him to try and get all the way in until I was on my back, on the trolley, so I was unprepared and not at all relaxed enough and as his cockhead hit my oesophagus I choked violently and managed to yank my head away as I vomited a little, all curdled strawberry milk, all over the floor.

The shock and the pain made me cry and as the tears dripped from my face Len filmed for several seconds before calling, "Cut."

I was given a drink of water and the worst of the mess on the floor was cleaned up, "How's your throat?"

"Hurts a little!"

Leroy was all for calling it a day, picking it up from where we finished another day. Len took me into the kitchen, if you really want to stop we can, I was hoping to get it all done and finished today, that would really impress Mr Howden a lot, so it's up to you, what do you want to do?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "What if I give you a little more Whisky? You gargle with it a few times but instead of spitting it out, swallow it down, give it five minutes and see what you think then."

I took about two inches of neat Whiskey in a glass and sipped a little, tipped my head back and gargled before swallowing, it stung a lot but then I did it again, and again, and again until all the pain and all the Whiskey were gone. I was a little giggly when Len asked if I wanted to carry on, I nodded my head and we returned to Leroy in the store room.

"Right, Leroy, into your position please, grab Fiona by the shoulders and yank her onto the trolley and tie her down."

Leroy asked me if I was okay, I nodded my head and giggled a little, I stood in the position I had been when Len took the close-up of my tearful face. "And action!"

Leroy grabbed me so fast that it took me by surprise, that was transmitted by my face very well to Len's close-up shot of my face. Because of the delay while I was gargling, Leroy had gone flaccid again and I was about to suggest that I got him hard when he grabbed me and yanked me onto my back, on the top of the pile of clean linen on the trolley. I struggled and fought with him as he tore the towel into strips and I noticed that the harder I fought, the harder his cock grew.

Once my wrists were bound and I was tied to the trolley legs close to my bottom, Leroy pulled my upper body over the edge of the trolley, it was almost inch perfect, by the time my weight was held by my wrist restraints, my mouth was lined up with his cock. Leroy took great delight in fucking my mouth and throat hard, Len managed to film in ultra close, catching Leroy's balls crashing into my forehead over and over again. Because of the position I was in I could just manage to breath with such a monster cock in my mouth, Len whispered, "When you shoot, make sure at least one jet covers her face; don't just leave it all in her belly."

Leroy fucked me like that for close to a minute before he shot his load into my throat, I actually felt the explosion of spunk in my neck and rocketing upwards into my belly, then he pulled back slowly, allowing Len to film the huge black snake of a cock as it seemed to grow out of my mouth. Leroy wrapped his fist around his cock and he fired off a jet of spunk into my open mouth before he began to masturbate himself to bring the final three blasts which he dumped all over my face.

Leroy stepped away from me and Len held the camera on my face as the spunk slid down my face and onto the floor, I hadn't realised it but I had actually been crying as Leroy had fucked my face so hard even though it hadn't really hurt all that much, it was just the shock of the ferocious attack. I had actually stopped by the time the film ran out and Len called out, "That's a wrap."

As soon as the camera was off my face I began to laugh, Len left me, mostly upside down until he had removed the film spool from the camera and then he and Leroy helped me back up and they untied me between them. Leroy wiped my face with what was left of the tea-towel and then he kissed me, "You're a real professional darling, I shot off so much jizz into you because I thought I was really hurting you, I was really disappointed when you laughed as soon as Len turned the camera off."

We actually left the cafe by the back doors as there was still a problem from the men out the front, someone had actually called the police and they were insisting on being allowed into the cafe. It was a good thing that we hadn't walked out of the front with me carrying a torn and mangled bra, wearing a blouse with no buttons and torn button holes. Fortunately for me, the pinafore dress did hide a lot of my torn clothes from view as we slipped into Len's car parked around the corner.

We dropped Leroy off at his flat; he kissed me as he got out of the car and invited me to his place anytime I wanted my throat fucked again. We got home thirty minutes past two; Margery had run a nice hot bath for me to get into and had left a very skimpy nighty for me to wear after my bath. When I got down to the dining room, Margery was asking Len if we were going to spend a few hours in bed after lunch, "No, I have to start developing this film as soon as possible and I have to use a film lab to do it and we can only have that on a Sunday afternoon when they are closed.

Len said, "By the way Fiona, because I needed help from Mr. Howden's boys, I had to agree to you doing a little entertaining while I'm developing the film this afternoon, I told him that you would be happy to go all the way with all three of them this afternoon."

Margery looked a little disappointed, "What about me?"

"Well, you know Mark and Alan; will they want to fuck you if they can have Fiona?"

Margery shook her head, after lunch Len phoned Mr Howden and when he put his phone down he turned to Margery and said, "Mr. Howden will bring his nephew along with them, you can add to his nephew's education while Fiona is busy."

At four o'clock in the afternoon Len left to go to the film laboratory and at four-thirty a huge Rolls Royce Phantom pulled up against the curb outside Len and Margery's house, there was a driver in the front and Herbert, his nephew, Alan and Mark all in the back. I was dressed in just the very thin nighty that Margery had left out for me to wear for her and Len before she found out about the change of plan. "You go up to my bedroom Fiona; I'll send the men up to you."

I was reading a magazine, so I took that up with me and sat on Len and Margery's bed to wait for my 'visitors'.

Herbert was the first one to come into the bedroom, "Len tells me that you have been broken in now and I can fuck you with or without a condom, my choice!"

I smiled at Herbert, remembering how he gave me a little money that my Aunty hadn't spotted, "Come here and give me a kiss."

I stood up on the bed and walked over to Herbert on the top of the bed, I had to bend forward slightly to kiss him and Herbert made me do all the running, I wrapped my arms around his neck and rained kisses down on his lips.

Herbert whispered "Is Len the only man to put his cock in your little cunt my darling?"

I nodded my head as I kissed his neck, "I'd like you to undress me my dear."

I spent an age undressing Herbert, starting with his tie and shirt, then his shoes, socks and trousers, lastly his vest and his underpants.

Herbert climbed onto the bed and positioned himself in the centre. "Have you tried sex on top yet?"

I shook my head, Herbert told me what to do and as he lay perfectly still, I sat on his cock and bounced away until he shot his load of spunk into me.

"I thought that would have been it but I was wrong, while I had been fucking with Herbert, Margery had run another bath full of water before slipping into the spare bedroom with Herbert's nephew to teach him everything that a man and woman could do for fun in a bedroom. Herbert and I bathed together, I had to wash him from head to toe but he didn't reciprocate at all. I even had to dry him and dress him before he handed me a crisp five pound note.

"I hear that filming went very well earlier and you exceeded your uncles expectations, I look forward to seeing the first rushes from today, but I think that as you have taken to our line of work so very fast, I might try you out in a Greek shoot next, so, to that end, I'm going to send Alan and Mark up together. I'm going to give you advice, just like I did yesterday, you disregarded my advice yesterday but I suggest you don't today. Make sure you chose Alan to do the Greek, do that by placing Mark on his back and fuck him exactly the way you fucked me earlier."

I heard Herbert telling his boys in the living room that I was ready for them. Both men came into the bedroom together and both stripped themselves quickly, there was a lot of horsing around and then Mark said, "So, you want me to be your first Greek love?"

I shook my head, "No, Alan please."

Mark lay on his back and I climbed on top of his cock. I bounced up and down for ten minutes while Alan just watched me, then Mark pulled my knees so far forward that I couldn't bounce up and down any more, which I thought a little strange, then as Mark wrapped his arms around my back and pulled my upper body tightly down against his chest, Alan put a pot of petroleum jelly on the bedside table, dipped a finger in it and pulled out a generous blob of it, he showed me it and then started to press it into my bottom.

When I realised what was happening I began to struggle but Mark had me held fast. Alan pushed his jelly covered finger right up my bum hole; I fought and screamed at the top of my voice. Then as Alan lined his cock up with my bum, Mark kissed me to try and stifle my screaming a little. Alan began to fuck up in my arse hole, he was the only one who was actually moving but as he fucked me I could feel Mark's cock sliding in and out of my cunt too.

It didn't take Alan long to shoot into my virgin bum and as he fired off, Mark fired off too, in my cunt. Both men, now spent, they both climbed off of me and got dressed, I followed them down stairs in the nude, in the living room, Margery was on her hands and knees and the Rolls Royce's driver was fucking her like a dog from behind. Herbert and his nephew were both sitting on the sofa, a two man audience to my Aunty being fucked.

Herbert smiled at me, "How would you like to try it doggy Fiona?"

I would have smiled back if my bottom wasn't hurting so much, Mark laughed, "With a real doggy maybe?"

Herbert laughed at Marks gross comment, then he turned to his driver, "Finish up quickly now. Fiona, come here and stand in front of me with your back to me with your legs wide open and then bend forward and touch your toes.

I realised instantly that he wanted to look at the damage that Alan had caused to my bottom...as I bent forward I heard a farting sound from my bottom and suddenly a cascade of semen began to fall from my hole. Herbert and his nephew both laughed out loud. "Mark, make a note of your idea, call Germany, see if there is any money in getting a young girl on film with a dog at the moment."

4,500 Words.

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