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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Twenty Seven {Bradley Stoke} {MF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Twenty Seven {Bradley Stoke} {MF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 27 of 50
Keywords: Ff MF
Short Summary: Amna's first day starring in a sex film.


Emma
====

Summary of whole novel
======================

Emma is no stranger to the world of pornography, working as she does 
for one of the premier sex television stations. Nor is she a stranger 
to the naked body, being a dedicated naturist. However, in almost 
every other way she is naive and innocent. This is the story of how 
she finds herself, and also about the lives of people around her. 
In this novel, soap opera meets sex fiction. 


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Previously
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Susan introduces Amna to a career in sex films.



Chapter Twenty Seven
====================

Amna dreaded the day, but it finally came, when she was to have her 
first day working on the set of Hot Asian Lovers. She arranged to 
meet Susan at her flat, so, for Amna, she got up quite early and took 
the bus across town to the block of apartments opposite her parents' 
shop. She prayed while waiting for a prompt reply on the intercom to 
give no time for her family would see her standing there, and 
fortunately nobody did. She was dressed in just the underwear she 
usually wore around Aunt Salim's home, highly conscious that 
whatever she should do she mustn't unbutton the overcoat she wore 
from fear of revealing her pubic hair or the breasts that only with 
effort she'd managed to keep hidden. Taking Susan's advice she'd 
plied plenty of red lipstick onto her nipples, but couldn't see the point 
of doing a similar job with flesh-coloured lipstick around the opening 
of her vagina. Nobody would be able to see anything through the thick 
mass of her pubic glory.

When she reached the flat, she found the door had been left 
thoughtfully ajar and was greeted by the girl whom she'd spoken to on 
the intercom. It was Maisie wearing just a pair of cut-off denim shorts 
and a large dildo strapped around her buttocks which protruded rather 
prominently through the unbuttoned flies. Amna didn't know it, but 
Maisie had been rather taken by an interview she and Emma had had 
with a community of women who proudly termed themselves Dildo 
Dykes. These were girls who practised the fashion of wearing dildos 
wherever they went. This was meant as a statement of their rejection 
of the male ethos of feminine modesty, and also as an unambiguous 
statement of their dyke-hood. It was also a statement, as the very 
chatty crop-headed interviewee had made clear, that as Dildo Dykes 
they were "always ready to fuck!" This was a sentiment that 
particularly attracted her, although it offended Emma's own views as 
to the impurity of wearing even as few clothes as that.

Amna had no views or understanding of women who wore dildos. She 
thought it rather ugly and disgusting. She'd often seen girls on the 
underground and in record shops with dildos sticking provocatively 
through the flies of their shorts, trousers or skirts. Or even without any 
clothes at all to otherwise disguise their lower regions. She had a 
vague idea that it might have some meaning or significance, but it was 
the femininity of women that she found attractive, and this seemed to 
rather negate that.

"You're here to see Susan, aren't you?" smiled the little girl, stroking 
her smooth chest.

"It's my first day at work," Amna admitted.

"Your first day ever?" Amna nodded. "I remember my first day of 
fucking on the screen. It was heavenly! It was gorgeous. The men are 
so good! They just keep fucking and fucking. I don't know where they 
get their energy from! You'll like it for sure. Here," she smiled 
wickedly, "let's see your body."

Amna nervously complied, feeling that she could scarcely refuse in 
front of a girl who was so accustomed to seeing naked women. She 
unbuttoned her overcoat and parted it revealing her nylon underwear.

"Golly! You're very hairy aren't you! But you've got nice tits." She 
leaned up to squeeze one. "It's so lovely and firm. I'd love to fuck you 
whenever you want."

Amna didn't know what to say. This wasn't the sort of thing she'd 
ever hope to hear from her younger sisters, but she assumed that for 
sex actresses there was a totally different moral and ethical order. If 
she wanted to get to know Susan better she'd have to get to know and 
understand it however much it contradicted all that her parents had 
ever inculcated in her.

"Let's see Susan," announced Maisie, pushing open the door to a 
bedroom which disclosed Susan and Josephine making love to each 
other. Susan's mouth was joined with Josephine's and both had their 
fingers probing deep inside the other's vagina. Susan looked up at 
Amna and Maisie, sweat pouring off her face and down over her 
shoulders. Amna shuddered with passion and guilt as she looked at the 
girl's smooth white body and her tiny nipples while the taller 
Josephine obscured the sight of Susan's crotch by her wobbling 
buttocks.

"Why hello... Amna... dearest!" gasped Susan in the throes of passion. 
Amna smiled shyly, not at all sure what to say.

"Do you want to join in?" asked Maisie sweetly putting one of her 
small thin arms around Amna's upper thighs.

"Won't they mind?"

"Fuck no!" said Maisie laughing. "Fuck no!" She looked at Amna 
quizzically to ascertain whether she would actually take up the offer. 
Amna stood frozen in uncertainty: torn between her desires and her 
shyness. 

"Well, if you won't, I will!" announced Maisie, undoing her denim 
shorts and pulling them down over her slender thighs and pulling her 
tiny feet through them. She then approached Susan with the dildo 
sticking out prominently in front of her, its strap secured around the 
top of her buttocks and secured by a tiny buckle just between their two 
small round orbs. She stroked Susan's crotch with her hands, while 
Josephine arched her neck round and pushed her tongue into Maisie's 
mouth.

It was then that Amna stood, petrified by her inhibitions, watching 
Maisie insert the length of the dildo (longer than most men's penises, 
Amna was sure) deeper and deeper inside Susan's cunt while the girl 
released gasps of pleasure and ecstasy with each thrust. It was a very 
unsettling sight to see a child so young having such total possession of 
the woman who was the constant companion of all Amna's private 
sexual fantasies and longings. She scarcely noticed as Josephine 
discreetly disengaged herself from the couple, stood up and put her 
long naked arms around Amna's overcoat-covered shoulders. She 
made no effort to entice Amna to indulge in any sex herself, perhaps 
realising the true centre of the young girl's gaze. This was Susan's 
cunt into which Maisie thrust her dildo backwards and forwards in 
imitation of the men she watched so avidly on the set. 

Amna didn't know how long her ordeal lasted. She was feeling both 
aroused by seeing the object of her desires indulging in the sort of 
activities she'd fantasised about (and which got her so hot, sweaty and 
sticky) and frustrated by the fact it wasn't she who was giving the 
oriental so much pleasure.

"Maisie's always like this," sighed Josephine in what seemed like the 
far distance of Amna's awareness of the world. "I'm sure it's because 
she's so young and that sex is such a novel thing for her. All she ever 
thinks about is the physical act. She never concerns herself about the 
emotional side."

Amna was aware that these comments were meant to comfort her, but 
her feelings towards Maisie at that moment were not of the most 
charitable kind. She was relieved when, with an effort, Susan 
persuaded Maisie that they should bring this to a halt as she had to go 
off to work. Amna's greatest desire then leaped out of bed, gave her 
only too brief a kiss (but so very reassuring!) and then in a matter of 
seconds pulled on a sweater and a pair of very skimpy white shorts.

"Underwear, darling!" exclaimed Susan, noticing how Amna was 
dressed. "Not perhaps the most sexy or expensive. But don't worry 
appropriate clothes will be provided on the set. Come on, or we'll be 
late!"

Today was also the first opportunity that Amna had got to read the 
script for Hot Asian Lovers, which she hurriedly skimmed through, 
searching with a pounding heart for a scene in which she was cited as 
having sex with Susan. There was no scene which mentioned that 
explicitly, although there were a few where she was expected to have 
sex with several men and girls. The story seemed to focus on a male 
lead who was apparently quite a famous sex actor (not, Amna was 
pleased to note, for the size of his penis, which however was still big 
enough as far as she could see). He wasn't remotely Asian, although 
almost everyone else in the film was. His part was as a visitor to some 
unspecified Asian country as a visitor where by chance he came to 
have sex with almost everyone he met. And, also by chance, almost all 
these people were women with a curious indisposition relating to 
keeping their clothes on and their knees closed. 

This Asian country wasn't one that Amna had ever heard of (seeming 
to be an amalgamation of countries like Thailand, China, India and 
Afghanistan). There were no shortages of Hindu temples, deserts, 
mountains or sex bars. Susan had one of the more substantial rôles of 
any of the women, presumably in recognition of her track record as a 
sex actress. She was playing a Japanese tourist (although Amna was 
sure that her origins were very probably not Japan) who wore the 
standard cliché dress of such a person: baggy shorts, striped singlet 
and a camera strapped around her shoulders and not at all hindered by 
any protuberances on her flat chest. As a tourist, Susan got rather a 
few opportunities for sex, including several without the male star. 

Amna's rôle was rather more modest, as a native of this curious Asian 
country, where she was to wear a rather revealing sari and a red tear-
drop painted on her forehead. She wasn't inclined to tell anyone of her 
ignorance of the Hindu religion, having been brought up as a Muslim, 
as she was sure that she wasn't really expected to bring any specialist 
knowledge to her rôle. As Susan unsubtly informed her, she was 
chosen for her sexual potential, not her acting one.

Even though it was the first day, the director didn't want to waste any 
time. He handed the cast a timetable of shoots in which certain scenes 
were to be filmed and advised the starlets that their presence was 
expected even when they weren't scripted to perform. He explained, 
waving his large hands about when they weren't stroking his beard, 
that he had a philosophy of allowing the filming to take its own 
course, even when it diverged greatly from the script and that he might 
want to improvise with the delectations offered by the assorted cast 
whenever it seemed appropriate.

Amna was slightly horrified that she was one of those due to be filmed 
on this very first day, as she was cast as one of the male star's first 
encounters on arriving in the country. Her scene was to be played in 
the mocked-up interior of a curious temple which mixed Hindu, 
Buddhist and Muslim iconography where she was supposed to play a 
temple regular. In this scene the star was meant to start masturbating 
for reasons that were not really well explained: despite the obvious 
incongruity and indeed inappropriateness of the surroundings. While 
masturbating, Amna's character was meant to feel aroused and then to 
entice the star into full sex while other temple-goers would look on in 
great delight and approval. Amna knew that if even a small part of this 
occurred in the mosque where her parents sometimes took her there 
would be uproar and would probably lead to something being written 
in the local newspaper.

However, the part required learning virtually no lines, and those few 
that there were, she was told, were intended merely as a guide. Amna 
allowed herself to be taken away to the dressing room which she 
shared with everyone else except the male star. Susan comforted her 
with advice, as did another girl, a Pakistani with somewhat paler skin 
than hers and with quite short hair. She was told not to worry. They 
weren't expecting great acting. Just apparent enthusiasm and 
willingness. Susan cuddled her and kissed her frequently on the lips 
and face, which was really all the comforting she needed, while the 
Pakistani adjusted the sari and learnt fairly early on that Amna knew 
no Punjabi at all. Or any other language other than English, except for 
a few words in Arabic. Amna dared to reciprocate Susan's affection 
with a few kisses of her own, the veins of her neck beating so hard 
from her daringness and her fear of rejection that she feared that it 
might choke her.

"Come along! Come along! What's keeping you?" demanded one of 
the technical assistants poking his head into a room full of naked or 
near-naked women. "We haven't got all day, you know!"

Amna was hurried along with various other unhelpful epithets such as 
that time was money, the technicians were on an hourly rate and that 
more footage would be filmed than would ever need to be used, so she 
shouldn't play the prima donna. Amna was distressed to see Susan 
stay behind in the dressing room with the Pakistani with whom she 
seemed to be developing a closer friendship.

She took her place on the set, standing by a papier-m ché statue of an 
elephant god dancing in a Krishna pose, while the male star was 
filmed wandering along the linoleum covered floor of the supposed 
temple admiring what were in fact just the top of the scenery's 
cardboard walls. He paused by a mural of some women making love 
according to the dictates of the Karma Sutra that must have been a 
blown-up photograph of the real thing. He then pretended to get 
aroused by the contorted poses and the plethora of penises and 
vaginas. He pulled down the shorts he was wearing to reveal a semi-
erect penis and started stroking it with skill. Amna watched with dread 
and fascination, her hands down by her side and the sari threatening to 
flop off to reveal her left breast. She felt very exposed with just her 
navel and waist showing, aware that soon, according to the script, 
everything was to come off.

"Psssttt!" came a voice from behind her as one of the assistants 
gestured her on. Amna sighed. She now knew what stage-fright was, 
although her only audience was the silhouetted figures of the 
technicians and some of the cast that she could glimpse beyond the 
arc-lights. "Psssttt!" repeated the voice more urgently.

Amna wandered onto the set, feeling the throbbing nerves of her neck 
echoed by the thump of her heart and the sweat pouring down her 
forehead, as she uttered the first words of her film career. "Oooh! 
You've got quite a thing there!"

"Would you like to touch it?" asked the star kindly, looking up at her 
with a not unsympathetic expression.

"Can I?" she asked with all the eagerness she could muster for the 
requirements of the script.

"Of course," smiled the star taking her hand in his own hairy firm 
hand and guiding it to his now erect penis.

"It's so warm!" commented Amna, departing from the script, as she 
observed her own first impressions of holding an aroused penis in her 
hand.

"It's hot for you!" improvised the actor.

In actual fact, Amna's first performance was not at all the failure she 
feared. The male star was actually very helpful, perhaps sensing her 
inexperience and shyness, and took her totally in control. She soon 
found that she was losing sight of the cameras trained on her, and, 
more worryingly, the censorious gaze of the director. She couldn't say 
that she actually enjoyed putting his penis in her  mouth and drawing it 
in and out, while uttering appreciative moans. She certainly didn't 
enjoy his penetration of her, although he had taken great care to 
moisten her cunt as much as possible with his fingers and tongue. 
"You've got so much hair!" he commented smiling, with strands of 
pubic hair caught between his teeth. The fucking was something that 
went on rather too long for Amna's taste. Surely it must finish soon, 
she speculated while trying to remember to make her gasps of pain 
sound a little more like ones of pleasure. She felt the top of her cunt 
bruise with each of the star's deep thrusts and she felt sure that such a 
painful ordeal was totally removing any of the last of what 
maidenhead she'd still left untorn. 

Her speculation was confirmed when he pulled his penis out from her 
battered naked body and with a few gestures released a torrent of 
warm semen over her. There were small droplets of blood gathered 
around the glans and the smooth shine of the juices on it had a distinct 
reddish tinge. 

"Very good! Very good!" said the director afterwards, congratulating 
the male star, while Amna lay naked feeling helpless and humiliated 
on the cool linoleum temple floor, her sari lying over one of her thighs 
and her eyes focusing on a plaster-cast model of a crescent moon. 
"And you too, dear," added the director unconvincingly, looking at her 
with a not too sincere smile. 



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