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Subject: {ASSM} The Shoot (MF, MMF, mast, voy)
Date: Sat, 27 Jan 2001 18:10:04 -0500
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THE SHOOT

Becky sat alone in her dressing room. Adjusting her 
clothes, she leaned towards the mirror, checking her 
makeup. She touched up her lipstick, then leaned 
back, lighting a cigarette.

Sighing, she looked at her watch. According to plan, 
there were a few minutes to the start of the shoot. 
She felt a bit weird in her costume - basically just 
some lingerie, a pair of silk stockings and high-
heeled shoes.

Was she having second thoughts? Not really. She 
looked forward to getting it over with. And then 
perhaps just a little bit curious - what would it be 
like?

The director entered the room- a short, slim man in 
his mid-thirties. Becky just looked at him.

"Well," he said. "Are you ready?"

Becky nodded. From the studio, she heard the sound of 
furniture being moved about.

"Just relax," the director said. "We'll take it nice 
and slow."

He was really nice. Becky gave him a hesitant smile 
and put out her cigarette.

"Okay," she said.

She followed the director into the studio. All the 
lights were on. The cameraman, a younger guy in a t-
shirt and jeans, was on the set, checking the last 
details. And on a folding chair Jack sat, drinking 
his coffee. Jack - her co-star. As he saw Becky, he 
nodded politely.

He was a well-built guy in his mid-twenties, dressed 
in jeans and a t-shirt. She couldn't help looking at 
his body. And she felt him do the same. Not 
surprising, considering her sexy outfit. They 
undressed each other with their eyes, until Becky 
looked away, embarrassed.

She looked around the set. It looked like an ordinary 
living room - chairs, bookshelves, a sofa and a soft 
carpet.

"Are we ready?" the director asked, and the cameraman 
nodded.

Becky shivered. This was it. Jack got up and came 
towards her.

"Sit down," the director said, pointing to one of the 
chairs.

Becky sat down. She felt the soft fabric against her 
almost naked behind. The director handed her a high-
end porno magazine, and she leafed through it 
absentmindedly. Page after page of page of glossy 
photos of muscular men having sex with slim, busty 
women.

"Okay," the director said. "You turn a few pages, and 
then you begin to masturbate. Ready?"

Becky hesitated. She hadn't realized she was supposed 
to masturbate. For some reason that seemed to 
challenge her modesty even more. But she banished the 
thought and nodded silently. She heard the faint 
mechanical noise of the camera starting to shoot. It 
was all starting now.

Slowly she turned the page. Fascinated, Becky was now 
looking at a photo of a madly excited man ejaculating 
over a reclining woman. His face was distorted from 
the ecstasy, a long white jet of sperm shooting from 
his stretching cock. The woman was squirming on the 
floor, eyes closed, grabbing her breasts with both 
hands. It was a picture of lust at its hottest and 
most intense.

Becky put the magazine down and spread her legs 
towards the camera. She pushed her panties aside, 
exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. The cameraman came 
closer, and Becky pushed her hips forward, showing 
her slit off to the camera. With both hands she 
separated her pussy lips, letting the camera see the 
moist pink insides of her pussy.

"Good," the director whispered. "Keep going."

Carefully, she let one finger caress her clitoris. Se 
was surprised to feel how wet she was already. Slowly 
her finger circled the tender clit, and she let out a 
short gasp.

Becky licked her fingers and started rubbing her 
pussy with her wet fingertips. Rhythmically, she 
stroked her labia up and down, pressing her thumb 
against her hot clitoris.

Becky felt her fingers getting wet. Fascinated, she 
watched her pussy, as she started rubbing harder, 
using more force. The cameraman moved slowly around 
her, filming her pussy and her masturbating fingers 
from every angle. Becky kept her little, pink 
clitoris exposed to the camera at all times.

"Put a finger up," the director said.

And Becky pushed a finger up into her hot pussy. God, 
she was wet. Her burning hot love canal fit tightly 
around her finger, and in a slow rhythm she slid it 
in and out of her pussy. Unashamed, she inserted 
another finger, exploring the wet insides of her hot 
slit.

Wet and slippery the finger slid in and out between 
Becky's pussy lips. The cameraman knelt down on the 
floor in front of her, zooming in. Her legs were 
trembling, and she was gasping for breath.

"Damn," the director whispered. "This is fucking 
great! Keep going, for chrissakes!"

Faster and faster Becky thrust her fingers up into 
her pussy. Her love juices flowed quietly down the 
insides of her thighs, glistening in the lights. Then 
suddenly, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy. 
Instead, she spread her legs wide, parting her pussy 
lips, letting the camera look straight up into her 
cunt. Hot and dripping wet, she exposed the juicy 
cave of her lust to the lens.

"Keep it there," the director gasped. "Zoom in."

And Becky froze, breathing heavily. And again she 
heard the sound of the camera between her thighs.

"Okay," the director said, finally. "That's okay. 
Cut."

The sound of camera stopped with a clicking sound, 
and the cameraman got up from the floor. Becky sat 
up, dizzy. The director handed her a roll of tissue 
paper, and she used it to wipe her fingers and her 
pussy.

"So now what?" she asked. Her cheeks were flushed. In 
fact, the first take had made her a bit hot.

"Now it's Jack's turn," the director answered, and 
Becky noticed that Jack was standing beside them 
already.

"What do we do?" she asked curiously.

Jack smiled. "I believe this is where you suck my 
cock."

Becky nodded. "Okay."

"You just sit there, Becky." The director slowly 
walked around them. "Jack, you come over and stand in 
front of her. Ready? Okay."

The camera whirred. Becky sat up in the chair. Slowly 
Jack walked towards her. She looked up at him. 
Smiling nastily, he stopped in front of her and 
silently unbuttoned his jeans.

Becky pulled down his jeans and boxers, exposing his 
long, well-shaped cock. It hung between his legs, 
already starting to grow. Smiling, Becky grabbed it 
with her hand.

She let the wet tip of her tongue graze the tip of 
his cock. He shivered and she looked up at him 
lasciviously. Again, a quick flick of her tongue, and 
Jack's cock swelled further.

Calmly, Becky started stroking the pulsating shaft 
back and forth. The cock jerked with each motion, 
making it harder and harder. Now she let go of it, 
watching it stand rigidly out from his body, pointing 
towards her face. It throbbed with power and desire.

The cameraman knelt down in front of them, getting 
close to catch every movement.

Becky grabbed Jack's cock, squeezing it as hard as 
she could. She felt the blood-filled member bulging 
even more, as if to force her fingers apart. Becky 
held the cock tight, and again it grew in her hand. 
Her fingers felt the thick veins pumping hotly, as 
the throbbing cock swelled, almost breaking her grip.

Loosening her grasp, she started stroking the now 
rock hard cock back and forth. Jack was breathing 
hard, and a droplet of clear, lusty liquid glistened 
on the tip of his cock. Becky licked up the drop with 
a swift flick of her tongue.

The cameraman had stood up and was now filming her 
and Jack's cock from above.

Becky kept massaging the cock, holding her hand 
behind the helmet, just stroking the hard shaft up 
and down. But suddenly she had a naughty idea: With a 
long red nail she gently scratched the sensitive 
mound at the back of the helmet. She tickled the 
purple bulge, making Jack grunt and jerk from her 
treatment.

Becky laughed nastily, but in the next moment Jack 
went wild: Grabbing the back of her neck, he thrust 
his cock into her mouth. Amazed, she opened her 
mouth, letting him enter. His stiff cock felt hot and 
tasted salt and spicy on her tongue.

The feeling of being enveloped by the wetness of 
Becky's mouth made Jack's cock swell even further, 
and in his excitement he started pumping it in and 
out. With each thrust the head of his cock slid all 
the way out between her lips, and he tried to force 
the entire length into her mouth - again - and again.

"Yeah," the director shouted. "Keep going."

Becky swallowed a few times. Then she relaxed, 
letting Jack pump into her mouth the way he liked it. 
He moaned with lust, fucking her mouth with his hard 
tool. The cock was glistening, wet and slippery from 
Becky's saliva, as it slid rhythmically in and out 
between her red lips.

Suddenly, he pulled out all the way. Becky watched 
the wet cock standing vertical and rigid in front of 
her face. It was trembling with excitement, as the 
cameraman moved around it, catching it from every 
angle. Then, grabbing Becky's hair, Jack brutally 
thrust the entire length of his iron-hard cock into 
her open mouth.

"That's it," the director said. "And again."

Gasping from the strain Jack let his love pole, now 
wet with saliva, slide all the way out of Becky's 
mouth. And then, with a powerful thrust of his hips, 
he forced the entire length of the shaft back in.

Becky whimpered, as Jack repeated the motion, over 
and over. His erection was hard as steel now, his 
dripping wet cock pointing straight at the ceiling, 
whenever it was out of her mouth. 

He thrust into her wet mouth again and again. The 
round helmet bulged against the roof of her mouth, 
until Becky thought he was about to ejaculate. But at 
the last moment he stopped, slowly sliding the cock 
out between her red lips and holding onto it hard.

"Whew," he whispered, taking a few steps back.

"Yeah. That's it," the director exclaimed. "Fucking 
good."

Becky was gasping for breath. She could still taste 
Jack's cock on her tongue and looked over at him 
cautiously. Only a few seconds earlier he had been a 
horny beast, but now he just smiled amiably at her. 
Sipping a mineral water, he calmly stripped naked.

Becky shook her head in confusion.

"You want anything to drink?" the director asked her. 

"Mineral water," she whispered. And the next moment 
she had an ice-cold bottle in her hand, drinking it 
down in huge gulps.

"Yeah, it's hot, isn't it?" the cameraman said.

"It's really great," the director said. "You two are 
dynamite together."

"Thanks," Becky said, looking over at Jack. He was 
now completely naked, and though his long cock had 
settled down a bit, it was still hard. Becky 
undressed too, keeping her silk stockings and high-
heeled shoes on. She looked like a cheap whore, but 
even that somehow turned her on.

"Are you ready to go on?" the director asked.

Becky nodded. "I guess it's time to fuck?" she asked.

"Yeah," the director grinned. "This is it."

Becky felt her pussy. Yes, she was still wet. Very 
much so. But still she sat masturbating for a while. 
Massaging her pussy lips and her clit, she slid a 
couple of fingers in and out of her pussy. She didn't 
really know why. Maybe to turn Jack and the other men 
on. She didn't care. She felt so shameless, so randy.

"Okay," the director finally asked.

"Okay," Becky whispered, getting up.

"No, don't get up," the director said. "Jack will 
show you what to do."

She sat down in the armchair, looking over at Jack, 
who stood stark naked, stroking his cock.

The camera started whirring, and Jack came towards 
her. His erect cock bounced stiffly with each step, 
and now he stopped in front of her.

"Go ahead, Jack," the director shouted.

And suddenly it all happened very quickly. Jack 
grabbed her upper arms - a hard grip, almost hurting 
her. And in the next moment he pulled Becky out of 
the chair, throwing her towards the sofa, and she 
landed on her hands and knees on the carpet.

With slow, menacing steps he came towards her. He was 
still stroking his cock, making it harder and harder. 
The cameraman moved around them.

Jack knelt down behind her, greedily sniffing her 
pussy. Then his wet tongue started licking up and 
down her labia. He tasted her pubic hairs with loud, 
slurping noises. And Becky squirmed with excitement 
in front of him.

Jack stood up. His cock stood out, pulsating, fit for 
fight, as he grabbed it at the root with one hand. 
The cameraman crawled into position, facing Becky's 
pussy. They were only waiting for the director's 
command.

Jack positioned the bulging head of his cock at the 
mouth of Becky's wet labia. And slowly, ever so 
slowly, the rock hard cock forced its way into her 
pussy.

"Ohhh," she whispered, and finally the entire length 
of the long cock was inside her. Jack pulled back 
slowly, almost all the way out. And finally, when 
Becky had almost passed out from lust, finally Jack 
started fucking her.

He thrust his long tool in and out of her burning 
pussy. Thrust in a tough, demanding rhythm - with 
long, deep strokes.

Jack's tender helmet was swelling wildly inside her. 
He felt every inch of the insides of her tight love 
muscle. He felt his cock rising, felt its overexcited 
stiffness. Felt it nastily twisting and turning in 
the velvet softness of Becky's pussy.

Becky was gasping for breath, digging her nails into 
the soft carpet. She felt Jack's rock hard cock 
working the wetness of her sex. The stiff tool was 
teasing her burning insides, and she felt her juices 
starting to flow from her. Moistening her pussy, they 
flowed over Jack's stiff cock and down his balls, 
making his curly hairs sticky with her wetness.

"Shit!" the director yelled. "That's great! That's 
just so fucking great!"

Between her legs the camera was whirring. It sounded 
like a crazed vibrator, making it all merge into 
total lust: Her hot pussy, Jack's cock, pumping like 
mad, and the director, excitedly yelling things she 
no longer understood. She was way too close to her 
orgasm to sense anything else.

"Fuck me," she hissed over and over. "Fuck me, Jack. 
Fuck me with your lovely cock."

And Jack increased the rhythm. His tireless cock 
thrust into her like a piston of pure, bulging lust. 
And Becky's body stiffened up for a moment, as she 
finally climaxed.

"Ohhh yes," she howled. "Ohhh yes." 

The orgasm overpowered her, as she shook, holding 
onto the couch as hard as she could. The hot juices 
of her lust flowed from her, as her pussy clenched 
Jacks pumping cock as in a spasm.

"Shit, she's coming," the director yelled. "Get it on 
film."

And as Becky was helplessly squirming in ecstasy, the 
cameraman zoomed in on Becky's face. She heard Jack 
grunting with heat and felt his cock plunging into 
her again and again. It felt even longer now, more 
mercilessly hard. As hard as steel, its rhythmic 
thrusts felt like a powerful machine, fucking her 
forever and ever...

"Me too, damnit. Me too"

That was the voice of the director. 

Becky heard the clatter of belt buckle, zipper and 
pants. The director was getting undressed. She looked 
over at him. His eyes were wild, and his stiff cock 
stood straight out from his body. Looking lustfully 
at Becky and Mark fucking, he slowly pulled back his 
foreskin, exposing his huge, purple helmet.

"Jack," he said hoarsely. "Move over."

Becky felt how Jack calmly - reluctantly - let his 
long, wet cock slide out of her. Breathing heavily, 
the director came towards her. Grinning fiendishly, 
he was stroking his erect cock.

"Okay," he told the cameraman. "You make sure you get 
- this!"

In one quick move he turned Becky over, placing her 
on her back on the carpet. The he threw himself 
between her legs, steering his pulsating cock towards 
the mouth of her pussy. He applied force, pressing 
the helmet inside her. The thick fold at the back of 
the helmet just slid inside her labia.

"Oooh," Becky moaned. 

Grunting like an animal, the director let the helmet 
slip out again. The cameraman focused on her pussy. 
And again and again the director let the tip of his 
cock slip in and out, as Becky lustfully threw 
herself about on the floor beneath him. Jack squatted 
down beside them, masturbating at the sight.

"Do you want it?" the director hissed. "Do you want 
this cock?"

Moaning out load, Becky nodded.

"Yes," she cried out. "I want it. Fuck me."

The director forced her knees apart with both hands, 
spreading her legs wide. His first stroke thrust the 
entire length of his stiff cock up into Becky's 
pussy. It felt as if she opened her up completely. 
His rigid tool felt like an animal attacking her, 
conquering her with its primitive savagery, taking 
over her helpless flesh.

"Aaah," he grunted. "You're so hot. You're so fucking 
hot."

Becky received thrust after thrust from the 
director's raging cock. She let him fuck her, let him 
have his way with her. The bone-hard cock hammered 
into her wet pussy in fast, deep strokes. She gave 
herself to him, and never had she enjoyed it so 
intensely. The cameraman walked around the couple on 
the floor, while Jack stroked his long, stiff cock 
with a nasty smile.

The director increased the tempo. His erect cock 
plowed through Becky's wet love canal, as she sobbed 
with lustful gratitude. He heard the willing, wide-
open pussy slurping wet and nasty with every stroke. 
Looking deep into Becky's eyes, he felt the heat of 
her pussy clasping his cock tightly. And again and 
again his stiff tool poked her soft sex flower.

Now the director felt Becky's pussy trembling around 
his heavily throbbing cock. And she came again, 
giving in to a wild orgasm, screaming and kicking 
beneath him. 

The cameraman stood on tiptoe to catch everything, 
while Jack gravely masturbated his long, stiff cock, 
clear droplets dripping onto the carpet. The 
director's cock was swelling madly, close to 
ejaculating.

Then, finally, he pulled out of her.

"Alright, here it comes," he shouted, and the 
cameraman pointed the camera at the glistening, wet 
cock.

Jack came over to them, and Becky sat up as the two 
men masturbated in front of her face.

"Yeah, come on," she whispered huskily. "Squirt all 
over me."

"Aaah," Jack yelled. The deep throbbing in his cock 
turned to a boiling sensation in his balls. And his 
semen burst its way out of his cock, exploding with 
pent-up lust. Long, fat jets of hot sperm shot out of 
his swelling cock, jerking as it kept ejaculating. 
Opening her mouth, Becky greedily tasted the hot, 
salty spurts.

"Ohhh," the director yelled, as he came, too. He felt 
the semen shooting out through his stiff cock. And 
like wet, burning hot caresses he let the jets rain 
over Becky's face, hitting her hair, her cheeks, her 
breasts. He wished he could have kept going, that he 
could have covered her in an inextinguishable supply 
of the nectar of his lust.

The men kept stroking their cocks, after they had 
stopped squirting. They succeeded in pressing a few, 
lazy, white drops onto her tongue.

And finally Becky heard the whirring of the camera 
coming to an end. All was quiet on the set. And the 
cameraman put the camera away.

Jack and the director wiped themselves with tissue 
paper and started dressing.

Becky, too, grabbed a handful of Kleenex, wiped the 
semen of her body and went to the dressing room to 
change into her everyday clothes.

Just as she was getting ready to go, there was a 
knock on the door. Outside stood the cameraman.

"I was thinking," he said hesitantly. "It's nearly 
seven o'clock, so..."

"So?" Becky asked.

"So if you're not doing anything tonight," he went 
on, "maybe you and I could go out and have dinner."

Becky laughed. "Great idea. Then maybe we can think 
of something to do later on."

Smiling, the cameraman took her arm and they started 
walking.

"Well, if we can't think of anything, I have this 
film we could watch."

Becky laughed out loud, as they left the studio, 
walking out under the streetlights. 

---
(c) Bonfils 2000
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