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http://www.incesttabooo.com/film02.html
A Film For A Few Friends
Chapter 2
Lynn had said no adamantly, but Phil was a hard person to
turn down. He had quickly found a way to remind her subtly
that her marital happiness depended entirely on his keeping
his big mouth shut about their wild life together prior to
her marriage, and Lynn realized that in the long run she
had very little choice. He had given her five minutes to
dress while he smoked quietly in the living room and then
bundled her into his car and driven rapidly to the studio.
>From the outside, everything seemed dark and deserted,
since WRT-TV went off the air at twelve-thirty, but once
inside, the young and frightened woman found that the
studio was alive with activity. Most of the technicians
were men she had gotten to know slightly during the six
months she had worked as Phil's secretary. Most of them
seemed to be surprised to see her for some reason, and one
older man who had always seemed like the grandfather type
lewdly pinched her bottom as she walked by him.
"Why's everybody acting so strange?" she questioned her
former boss, but the executive was busy and he had neither
the time nor the patience to get involved in lengthy
explanations.
"Jon!" he called across the studio to a tall, gaunt,
sour-faced individual who worked as the studio's make-up
man. "Lynn's going to stand in for Millie! Get her
squared away, will you? She can share a dressing room with
Kelly."
"Is Kelly in the movie?" Lynn inquired with surprise.
Kelly Agard was an attractive woman in her early thirties,
certainly good looking enough to be a professional actress,
but this was the first time that Lynn had heard of Agard's
wife actually playing a role in a video-film. But the
producer had no time for discussions at the moment, and he
waved her in the general direction of the dressing rooms
and turned to confer with the video-tapes director, a
squat, mean looking man named Lenny who scowled at the
world with an ugly cigar protruding from one corner of his
mouth.
The longer she thought about it, the stranger this whole
situation was, and Lynn found herself growing more and more
suspicious as she walked across the set to the dressing
rooms with Jon at her side. For one thing, she remembered,
WRT-TV did not usually get involved with taping its own
shows; the national networks in New York supplied most of
the tapes they used except for sports, news, interviews
with local politicians, and an occasional cultural program
featuring a boring academic speaker from the university.
Yet the set which had been erected was obviously intended
for a drama of some kind, and Phil had said something about
shooting an oriental scene with slave girls. Very strange!
"Why, Lynn, how good to see you, darling," called Kelly
Agard as Lynn timidly entered the spacious but cluttered
dressing room. The young woman had always been shy and ill
at ease with Kelly because of her former love affair with
this woman's husband. Phil had once said that Kelly knew
all about it and didn't mind, but Lynn had not believed
him.
"It's nice to see you, Mrs. Agard," the young wife
responded politely, studying the well-built brunette as she
took a seat and fumbled nervously through her handbag for a
cigarette. "I didn't know you were an actress."
"Oh well, I don't know how much acting talent you need to
do this kind of thing, honey. Mostly it's a question of
having the body for it. And incidentally, please don't
call me 'Mrs. Agard' anymore. Now that we're both in the
same business, I think that just plain 'Kelly' will do
nicely. Actually I'm amazed that Phil was able to talk you
into coming down here tonight."
This strange conversation was making the young blonde more
confused by the minute. A good body---which Kelly
certainly did have---was obviously important for an actress
but then so was acting skill! Anyway why should Phil have
had any difficulty in getting her to accept a night's work
as an extra for a television film? It didn't make any
sense.
"Have a drink, dearie," suggested Mrs. Agard in a hearty
friendly manner, sliding a bottle of vodka down her
dressing table towards Lynn Langley. "We've got awhile to
wait before they're ready for our scene, and I find it
helps if you go out there a little bit sloshed, if you know
what I mean."
Lynn didn't but she accepted the drink anyway, despite the
fact that Matt disapproved of liquor and would not keep any
in the house. Maybe a quick slug will clear my head a
little, she decided, pouring herself a healthy glassful and
then adding some tomato juice to make a Bloody Mary. Then
she settled back to watch as Jon barged busily into the
dressing room and went to work on Kelly's face, applying
rouge and make-up to give her skin some color under the
bright lights on the set.
"Finish your drink, baby," advised Jon bruskly, nodding in
Lynn's direction. "I'm going to be ready to do you in
another minute. And better get out of that dress unless
you want to get make up all over it."
"What should I put on?" asked Lynn, a little alarmed.
"Who gives a shit?" snapped Jon crudely as he dabbed
mascara onto Kelly's skin. "Just get out of the dress."
Blushing at the man's vulgar language, Lynn observed that
the older woman was wearing a dressing gown and cursed
herself for not having had the brains to bring something
like it herself. Here was no sign of anything resembling a
slave girl costume, and she hated to make a fuss over what
she was supposed to wear, so she took a deep breath,
finished her drink to give her courage and then, unzipped
the simple print dress she had worn, hanging it on a hook
behind the door and sitting back down in her underwear. It
was embarrassing for the modest young wife because the
brassiere she was wearing was light and filmy, doing very
little to conceal the tiny brown nipples on her fully
ripened breasts, and the skimpy pair of bikini style
panties were not much better.
"Okay, that takes care of your face," the rude, irritable
make-up man said to Kelly Agard. "Do you want me to put
the body make up on or can you handle it yourself?"
"I'll do it," replied Kelly casually, rising to her feet
and surveying herself in the mirror. "If there are any
spots I can't reach, I'll yell for assistance." With a
calm easy movement, the older woman unzipped the housecoat
and stepped out of it, stark naked!
Lynn's eyes almost popped from her head as she watched this
hardened older woman inspect her lushly voluptuous body in
the mirror as if she were alone in the room, apparently
totally untroubled by Jon's presence. Kelly had a sensuous
body which could easily go to fat if she began to be
careless about her weight, but at the moment, her figure
looked firm and desirable, her enormous breasts heavily
straining but not yet sagging and her buttocks neat and
trim from constant exercise.
"A couple more of these flicks, and then I'll retire and
let you take over, honey," she said to Lynn over her
shoulder. "You've really got a body worth looking at, and
you're at least ten years younger than I am. Here, let's
have another drink."
Lynn's mind was going around in circles by this point and
she numbly nodded as the naked, full bodied woman turned
away from the mirror and mixed the two of them another pair
of Bloody Mary's, even stronger that the one which Lynn had
made for herself a few minutes before. Jon was preparing
his make-up kit for the next job, and seemed to be
completely at ease in this small confined room with one
woman totally naked and another inadequately covered by her
brassiere and panties.
"Okay, baby," he informed her bluntly, "Let's put a pretty
face on you. Wanna stand up?"
Lynn obediently rose to her feet, her hands shyly covering
her nipples since she knew that the brassiere she was
wearing did very little to conceal the lush ripe contours
of her breasts.
"Shit, you do have a body on you!" he complimented her
crudely, stepping back to survey the unhappy embarrassed
young woman. "I'm glad Phil found you because we sure can
use somebody with big tits like yours and that nice neat
little ass! Okay, get over here under the light because
they're gonna be banging on the door any minute now looking
for you two broads."
Lynn was on the point of protesting his vulgar language,
but she reminded herself that this was show business and a
real professional actress would be quite accustomed to this
crude worldliness of the make-up men and technicians. Also
Kelly did not seem to mind, so she concluded that Jon's
behavior was probably not unusual. She presented herself
under the lights, finally deciding that it was childish to
keep her hands over her breasts like this and forcing
herself to let her arms hang naturally at her sides. Jon
moved deftly into position and began painting her face.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn watched Kelly Agard
squeeze a little brown paste out of a tube and begin
rubbing it vigorously all over her body, paying particular
attention to her sumptuous breasts and full, shapely
thighs.
"Keeps your skin from shining underneath the stage lights,"
she explained casually to Lynn noticing the girl's
curiosity. "You start to sweat out there, and it shows up
on the video-tape unless you get some of this stuff on."
"But they're not going to see you ... your breasts,
surely," objected Lynn, a little dismayed.
"Look, you broads can compare notes later," interrupted Jon
with a savage snarl. "Shut up, Kelly and let me put this
stuff on her before I have the boss crawling down my neck."
Mrs. Agard just giggled at this rudeness and Lynn fell
silent, still wondering why it was necessary to keep
perspiration from showing on the parts of the body which
could never possibly be seen on television. Jon quickly
penciled a little color into Lynn's face and instructed her
on the way in which he wanted her to wear her hair. Then
he presented her with another tube of body make-up, threw a
small mysterious bag on the table, and departed without
further explanation!
"What's this?" asked Lynn innocently, picking up the bag
and wondering if it were intended for her, frankly happy
that the irascible make-up man had finally left them in
peace.
"Your costume's in there," explained Kelly in an offhanded
manner. "Put it on now and we'll see if they have to make
any last minute adjustments. Millie, the girl who got
sick, wasn't as big in the tits as you are, and we might
have to let something out somewhere."
Thunderstruck, Lynn opened the bag and dumped the contents
on the table. Her costume consisted of two pieces, made
mostly of rhinestones and designed to cover just the
nipples over her breasts and the hair- covered triangle of
her pubic zone. Everything else showed! Lynn took one
horrified look at the outfit and quickly finished her
drink.
"Kelly! I can't ... I mean I couldn't possibly ..." she
began to stammer unhappily, but the older woman cut her off
with a gay laugh and poured the two of them their third
drink of the evening. Feeling the desperate need to get
control of her nerves, Lynn gratefully accepted the
offering and swallowed half of it in one quick gulp.
"No problem, baby," Kelly assured her, now sounding a
little drunk, "it's really no worse than a bathing suit, is
it? Come on, this is the twentieth century, and anyway,
you're going to be a hell of a lot better dressed than I
will."
"What do you mean," cried the young wife, now seriously
worried about what she had gotten herself into. "What are
you going to be wearing?"
"Exactly what I'm wearing right now," smiled Kelly Agard
calmly, examining her naked lust-inciting body in the
mirror. "What kind of a film did you think this was,
anyway?"
* * *
"All right, everybody, let's try and pay attention and see
if we can't get this right the first time and save
ourselves a couple of tapes. The sooner we get it done,
the sooner we can all get home to bed," the director
growled at the company. Phil Agard was moving rapidly
around the room checking all his equipment to make
absolutely sure that the shooting would be right the first
time at least from the technical point of view. The
cameramen, acting as if they had heard this kind of speech
before, were making last minute adjustments to the
television cameras which would record the scene on tape as
well as screen it through a series of television monitors
which had been set up in strategic locations just off-
camera. No one seemed to be paying much attention to Lynn
for which the frightened, half-naked young woman was
grateful. Before leaving the sanctuary of the dressing
room, she had managed to locate a large bath towel and wrap
it around herself as a partial temporary protection against
the lustful gazes of the actors and camera crews.
Naturally, she knew in the back of her head that the moment
was fast approaching when she would be forced to take off
the comforting protection of the towel and expose her
nearly naked body to the lecherous eyes of every man in the
room, but the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed had had
its desired effect, and the young housewife was having
difficulty in concentrating, finding that her head was
swimming slightly in a pleasant alcoholic fog.
"Okay Rick, in position!" ordered Lenny the gruff,
scowling director, and a handsome young man wearing only a
loin cloth moved out from the sidelines and took his place
on the set, standing next to what was clearly intended to
be an elaborate royal throne. The actor named Rick was a
tall, slender, and extremely handsome young man with a
broad muscular chest and extraordinarily light blue eyes.
There was something about the easy confident way he moved,
coupled with his striking animal sexuality which made it
impossible for Lynn to take her eyes off him.
"Right, now you know the sequence, kid, so try not to screw
up!" warned the director in the same aggressive bullying
tone. "You stand next to the throne at attention and when
the queen comes in you bow real low. Remember, you're a
miserable slave, and you ain't never been anything but a
stupid slave and this lady can have your head chopped off
anytime she feels like it, so you're respectful, right?
Okay, as soon as Kelly gets her queenly ass on that throne,
she nods at you and you serve her a drink from that tray,
right? She takes the drink and downs it, but she's still
hot so she stands up and has you take off her robe,
remember? After that you know what to do. Okay, let's see
if we can get through the sequence without somebody
dropping their false teeth. Slave girl? Where the hell is
the fucking slave girl?"
"I'm here," she volunteered weakly as the director glared
furiously in her direction.
"She's new at this," advised Phil Agard from behind the
camera. "Take it easy on her Lenny, okay?"
"All right, all right," moaned the ill-tempered director.
"Why didn't you tell me this was going to be amateur night?
Look honey, that big handsome slave up there is your
boyfriend and you don't wanna share him with anyone,
including the queen, but she can chop your head off just as
easy as pie, so when she starts fucking around with your
man, you ain't in a position to protest, got it? But that
don't mean you can't look mad once in awhile. And that's
all you gotta do, stand there and look irritated, and we'll
get you an Oscar. Now get out of that stupid fucking towel
and stand on the other side of the throne!"
This was the moment Lynn had been dreading with all her
heart, and for an instant she asked herself why in the
world she didn't tell this foul mouthed, cigar chomping
idiot what he could so with his stupid video- tape and walk
out of the studio. Then she caught a glimpse of Phil
watching her very carefully from behind the camera, and she
knew that if she lost her head and cost him a night's
delay, he would find some way to get even with her. He
could even fire Matt, despite the fact that good cameramen
were hard to find, or worse, he could tell her husband
about her past and thus destroy her marriage.
No, she was in it now and there was no way out, even if it
meant absorbing some embarrassment. Well, as Kelly had
said, it was no worse than being in a bikini ... well
actually, it was a good deal worse. Her brown pointed
little nipples were barely concealed by this ridiculous
costume and it gave her no support whatsoever, so that
every time she moved, her firmly upthrust breasts bounced
provocatively in such a way that all the men in the room
could see them jiggling up and down on her chest. And from
the bellybutton on down, she was in even worse shape.
Supported by a slender golden chain which ran around her
waist, there was a triangular shaped jeweled shield which
inadequately covered her pubic zone, but the full fleshy
half-moons of her buttocks were left exposed and perfectly
naked.
But it had to be done and everyone was looking at her
expectantly, so she quickly dropped the protective towel on
a nearby chair and walked to the other side of the throne,
knowing that her face was reddening with shame, but unable
to do anything about it.
"Okay, let's roll 'em. Slaves, in position! Kelly make
your entrance!"
Realizing that she was on-camera, Lynn drew herself up into
a position of rigid attention, observing that Rick, the
other slave-actor, was doing the same. From the sidelines
came Kelly, her hair done up beautifully and looking as
majestic and royal as any real queen. The actress was
wearing a long robe which covered her from shoulder to
ankles, and Lynn decided with a sigh of relief that the
older woman had been merely kidding about appearing stark
naked before the cameras. After all, what could they
possibly do with a film involving a naked woman? Even her
own costume might pass on television as long as the
television camera did not focus directly on her and give
the TV viewer the opportunity to realize that the
slave-girl was nearly stripped to the skin.
Kelly walked regally forward, turned slowly and seated
herself deliberately on the throne. For a moment, she
simply rested, fanning herself with her hand to indicate
that she was suffering from the heat. Then she nodded
imperiously to Rich, the actor impersonating a male slave,
and he obediently went to a nearby table and presented his
queen with a golden goblet containing some clear liquid.
The older actress gulped it down greedily, but it was clear
from her expression that she was still feeling warm. With
a slow deliberate motion, she untied the strings holding
her cloak together at the throat, allowing the garment to
fall open and reveal the deep mountainous swells of her
lushly tantalizing breasts. With a horrified shock, Lynn
noticed that she seemed to be wearing nothing underneath
the cloak, and the suspicion that this couldn't be a normal
TV film crept quickly back into her mind. But if this tape
wasn't being made for broadcast on WRT-TV, what was it for?
Certainly Phil Agard could not hope to compete with the big
national network in New York City, and all of this was far
too expensive to be done for his private amusement.
But Lynn's scandalized contemplation was interrupted when
Kelly rose majestically from her throne, her eyes fixed on
Rich and her hands pulling the cloak away from her
overheated stunning figure, thus destroying Lynn's last
illusions that they were involved in something even
remotely legal. This film had to be pornographic because
the camera was only a few feet away from where the actress
stood smiling at her captive slave, and the electric eye of
the mechanism could hardly fail to be picking up the
lascivious patch of softly curling brown hair which masked
the entrance to her vagina, and the rounded heavy spheres
of her shamelessly exposed breasts, all things which no
television station in the world would ever dare exhibit to
the old ladies and little kids who tuned in after dinner.
"I am warm!" Kelly announced in queenly tones, glancing at
Rich with a superior air. "Remove my cloak, please."
Sending a nervous glance at his girlfriend, Lynn, Rich made
haste to do as he was told, stepping around behind the
queen and gently removing the robe from her shoulders.
When he returned to his original position, Lynn had to
fight to keep an expression of surprise from showing on her
face: Kelly was, as she had promised, stark naked, but this
public display of nudity did not seem to bother her in the
slightest, in fact, she gave every indication of enjoying
it thoroughly, running her hands sensuously over the satiny
naked flesh of her voluptuously well developed body. But
the queen was still not satisfied.
"I do not like to be naked when a man is clothed in my
presence," she ordered calmly. "Disrobe!"
No, no, Lynn was crying inside her head. This can't be
true, but the slave bowed submissively and unsnapped the
loin cloth which covered his groin, tossing it calmly to
one side and facing the queen just as naked as she!
Lynn took a gulp of air when she saw Rrch's genitals so
unexpectedly revealed, and the director frowned at her
menacingly, but did not stop the scene. The man's thick
white penis was still in the relaxed state, but even
dangling tranquilly between his legs, the frightened young
housewife could see why Rich was able to specialize in this
kind of film. He was huge!
And inexperienced as she was, Lynn could see that the
'slave' was not going to be able to remain unamused
forever. His long thick cock was already quivering and
jerking slightly as if he were feeling the excitement of
being naked in front of this stunningly sensual woman, and
fighting a losing battle for self-control.
Nor was Kelly giving him any help. Her narrowed eyes
fastened on the lust-inciting spectacle of his massive
sexual organ, she walked deliberately toward him, a lewd
grin on her face.
"Does my slave dare to become excited in the presence of
the Queen?" she asked him softly. "I command you to
control yourself, or I will summon the royal surgeon and
require him to remove the cause of the difficulty!"
The slave was obviously unsure whether the monarch was
kidding him or not, but the seriousness of the threat had
its effect upon his face. But the Queen was apparently
supposed to be something of a sadist, for she clearly had
no intention of allowing her slave to remain unaroused for
long. By pre-arrangement, Rich was standing with a pillow
at his feet, and Kelly dropped gracefully to her knees
before him. Rich struggled to keep his eyes straight and
steady, but his internal torment was clear.
"Let me see how well disciplined a slave you are," muttered
the queen sadistically, her soft feminine hands reaching up
to take his slowly swelling cock between her delicate
fingers. To Lynn's startled eyes, it looked like a woman
holding a baseball bat! Iron discipline or not, this
direct sexual provocation was obviously too much for the
young handsome actor, and his massively awakening penis
slowly began a steady inexorable rise as Kelly tormentingly
manipulated it between her hands, stroking and massaging
the thick heavy shaft and blowing on it gently with her
full wet lips ovaled.
I don't believe this is really happening! Lynn was trying
to convince herself that this was really only a bad dream,
struggling to maintain her composure. She would have like
to dash from the set, but basically she was intimidated not
only by the Agard's and what they could do to her life, but
also by the fearsome snarling director who really looked
capable of dismembering anyone who ruined one of his
scenes.
But meanwhile, this sexual drama was becoming more torrid
by the moment. Rich had achieved a massive erection
despite the fact that he was still standing rigidly at
attention, his eyes straight ahead and obviously trying to
give the impression that all of this was not really
happening.
Below him on her knees, the queen continued to torment her
helpless slave, cradling his large swaying balls in her
hands with an amused expression on her face, and rubbing
the thick leathery foreskin back and forth over the fat
bulbous head of his mighty cock, exposing to the tele-
camera's prying eye the blood-engorged gland.
"Your majesty ..." the slave began hesitantly, but the
words stuck in his throat as Kelly slowly but surely drew
his massively pulsating instrument closer and closer to the
red glistening surface of her parted wet lips, at the same
time carefully pushing the foreskin back as far as it would
go.
Lynn was frozen in a state of absolute panic. This was the
same indecent animalistic act which Agard had urged upon
her during their last night together. It had shocked her
so much then that she had broken up their love affair and
married a different man. Could it be that Kelly was
actually going to do it in the presence of all these
people, to be recorded in video-tape?
In another half-second, her question was answered for her
... in the affirmative! With a contented purr, the
sexually aggressive actress trailed the soft moistness of
her lips across the flat muscular plane of his stomach,
coming nearer and nearer to the object of her interest.
Rich's eyes rolled back in his head as her hot lizard-like
tongue darted out tormentingly, flickering at the hardened
moist surface of his cock and causing his hips to jerk
involuntarily. Despite her horror at the perversity and
obscenity of the situation, Lynn found that she could still
admire the acting skill of the two participants in this
lewd drama. In her mind, she was half-convinced that Rich
was terrified of being emasculated by the Royal Surgeon,
and Kelly was really a lusty savage queen.
Rich jerked again and now there was no question that this
queen was closing in on him and actually intended to commit
this sordid depraved act. Lynn had overheard men joking
about 'blowjobs' but it had never occurred to her that she
would ever witness such a thing under such morally
corrupted circumstances. But Kelly had gone too far now to
have any thought of backing out.
"You have been a disobedient servant," she informed the
trembling male slave, her voice now unnaturally low and
husky with gathering passion. "For your punishment, I am
going to suck you dry!" And with a sudden skillful lunge,
he head dropped forward, one hand snaking around behind his
back to hold the man's strong flexed buttocks while the
other hand circled his long thick hardness. With a
sadistic chuckle, the woman parted her wetly glistening
lips and enclosed the head of his cock in the warm
sanctuary of her mouth.
Lynn swallowed nervously as she watched with horrified
fascination, uncomfortably aware that the sexuality of the
scene was spreading quickly around the room like an
epidemic of some incurable disease. Behind the camera,
Phil Agard adjusted his pants awkwardly to hide the almost
painful erection which had been provoked by what was
happening before his eyes. Lynn realized that her own
little bud-like nipples were expanding inexorably and
uncontrollably, trying desperately to poke through the
tightly woven fabric of her costume. To her shame, she
also felt the orgiastic juices in her body---still seething
from her earlier self- arousal---were beginning to flow,
dampening the smooth creamy flesh between her firmly
trembling thighs, despite the fact that she kept assuring
herself mentally that all of this was sinful and depraved.
But Kelly was paying no attention to anything except the
business at hand, sucking away energetically as if her life
depended upon it, and Rich was slowly losing what there was
left of his self-control, his hips beginning to jerk back
and forth convulsively as the woman's tongue lashed his
poor tormented cock into a lather of excitement. Lynn
watched, hypnotized, as Kelly's heavily quivering breasts
jiggled and danced on her heaving chest while her head
bobbed up and down over the man's wildly pulsating cock.
Her hands on his iron-hard buttocks, she was urging him to
move, to start pumping in and out of her, wanting him to
treat her delicately ovaled mouth as if it were simply
another cunt which could be fucked and abused any way he
wanted to. She was inviting him to pour the hot sticky
liquid from his loins deep into her throat and fill her
mouth with cum until she overflowed!
The slave had been slow to get the idea, but once he
understood precisely what his queen wanted, he went to work
with rough enthusiasm, his hands sliding into her long
brown hair as he pulled her head back and forth in front of
him.
Rich groaned unintelligibly, making Lynn wonder for a
moment whether he was simply acting or whether this whole
business was really starting to get to him. After all,
film or no film his hard thrusting cock was still stuck
brutally between the tightly-clasped lips of a real live
woman who was doing her damnedest to stimulate him to the
utmost. Perhaps the two of them had already forgotten that
this whole scene had been organized by Phil and Lenny;
maybe they were ignoring the cameras and electric lights
and were now both lost in a private sexual fantasy world of
their own where Kelly was no longer a make-believe queen
but a real one, and Rich was not an actor doing a role but
a slave!
As the depraved brunette actress sensed that she was
winning her obscene battle, Kelly intensified her efforts,
sucking his massively throbbing cock a little harder and
moving forward to take as much of it into her throat as
possible. Lynn felt certain that she was going to start
gagging and choking any minute now, but miraculously she
continued to suck away on it happily with sounds of intense
masochistic pleasure erupting from her cock-stuffed mouth.
Deep inside the actor's body, great swirling clouds of heat
were building up as he looked down at the strained
contorted face of the ripe splendidly-built woman who was
kneeling submissively at his feet. In the back of his
head, Rich knew perfectly well that this was merely a scene
in a dirty movie, and one for which he could expect to be
well paid, but like every good actor, the young man had the
capacity to forget about reality while he was making a film
or a video-tape and lose himself completely in whatever
part he was supposed to be playing.
The hard-bodied, handsome young actor was not in the
slightest embarrassed at the idea of having this perverse
sexual act performed upon him in the presence of another
woman and a dozen other men; in fact, he had very nearly
forgotten about them. All he could think about at the
moment was the searing burning sensation caused by his
semen as it started to work its way out of the depths of
his nakedly pumping body, moving slowly at first and then
much faster and rushing explosively down through his
testicles and out the long narrow channel in his wildly
jerking penis.
He gasped as the spasm hit him with all its force,
tightening his grip on Kelly's head out of some wild
irrational fear that she would pull away from him just as
his churning hot cum swamped her mouth, spoiling everything
just when he wanted it to be perfect. The heated white cum
spurted out of him in long powerful waves, apparently
destined to go on forever, but the lust-stricken brunette
actress made no attempt to avoid her degenerate fate.
Indeed, Kelly gave every indication of enjoying it
enormously, and Lynn watched with dumbfounded amazement as
the older woman sucked wildly away as he came brutally into
the warm wetness of her open throat, her Adam's Apple
bobbing furiously as she endeavored to swallow every drop
of the lust-inciting fluid he was pumping so ruthlessly
into her mouth. Coughing a little as she choked on the
sperm, hums and mewls of slavish masochistic pleasure
emerged from the queen's cum-filled mouth.
As she had threatened to do, Kelly had sucked her
disobedient servant dry, but it was clear to everyone that
she had not quite finished with him yet. Lynn's poor mind
went into orbit as she realized that this was not the end
of this torrid depraved drama, but that there was to be a
second act which would begin almost as soon as the first
had finished. Kelly never let up for a minute,
persistently continuing to run her lithe active tongue over
his jerking, slowly-deflating instrument until she had
cleaned away the last remnants of hot sticky cum, but the
kneeling actress obviously was still far from satisfied.
Using her hands skillfully, the heavy breasted woman began
to chaff his poor tired cock, pulling the skin back as far
as it would go and exposing all of the red palpitating
gland to the torments of her wetly lashing tongue. Lynn
could see the surprise on Rick's face as his exhausted
penis began to react once again to the intensity of the
stimulation she was giving him, struggling to rise one more
time despite the fact that he had just finished a powerful
body-shaking orgasm.
And he was going to make it! Bit by bit, the long heavy
shaft of the actor's manhood rose to the challenge,
straightening and hardening once again until it stood tall
and proud before him, precisely as if he had not had a
sexual experience in a month.
"Now, that you have learned your lesson, slave," Kelly
grinned at him, traces of his sticky white cum still
clinging to her lips, "I will give you the opportunity to
please your queen. Perhaps if your little friend watches
carefully, she will learn how a monarch is to be treated,
and I will hand her over to the king for further lessons!"
Lynn blanched at this direct reference to her and noticed
that the television camera was focused on her face to
record her reaction. She looked horrified at the notion of
being handed over to anyone, which was apparently
appropriate for the scene they were supposed to be playing
since even the sinister director managed to smile
sympathetically in her direction.
"Come!" commanded the queen, lying back on the floor with
her legs lasciviously parted and her arms stretched out
invitingly. "Come and show me that you are worth more than
a life of slavery. Make me happy and you win your freedom!
"
His manhood fully restored, Rick wasted no time in
complying with this depraved order, dropping quickly to his
knees between her widely- spread legs and allowing his
muscular young body to fall forward on Kelly's full ripe
breasts.
"Oh, that feels so nice!" the queen commented as his
nakedly powerful body crushed into hers, pinning her
helplessly to the floor. Now there was no longer any
question of queen and slave, but the age-old picture of man
dominating woman, and the television camera zoomed in to
study their two lewdly writhing bodies as they sprawled and
grappled on the floor like a pair of wildly rutting
animals. Kelly's fingernails trailed ruthlessly across the
broad expanse of his back, but if Rick noticed the
discomfort, he gave no visible sign of it. Instead, he
expertly slid his hands beneath the two flaccid half-moons
of her buttocks, lifting her clear off the floor with his
bulging biceps and gracefully gliding his massively erect
cock into her warmly inviting vaginal crevice as if they
had rehearsed this bizarre movement for months.
Rick was taking his time, letting the cameras follow his
every movement as he ran the heavy, red-tipped rod of his
glistening penis torturously up and down the length of her
widespread cuntal slit, knowing that this lecherous
maneuver was turning her on and taking the opportunity to
torment this haughty queen and pay her back for all the
humiliations she had heaped upon him.
Nor was Kelly slow to react. Her ripely rounded buttocks
were rotating around in desperate circles while her smooth
creamy thighs locked around the back of his hard muscular
thighs, as if she were trying to force him into her
shamelessly aroused body by brute force.
"Now, slave, now!" she groaned, giving the impression of
being half out of her mind with unsatisfied lust, and
covering the actor's handsome face with wet hungry kisses
while her anxiously grinding pelvis ground inexorably into
his. Obviously, she could wait no longer. The sex-
maddened woman reached down abruptly between their two
straining bodies, and she caught his thick tormenting cock
in a death-grip, hauling it forcibly between the hair-lined
lips of her hotly moistened cuntal opening and driving it
into her almost against her will. There was no question
about it; Kelly was still the queen, and she still
possessed the power to make this particular slave do what
she wanted.
But by this point, Rick was beyond resistance. Accepting
the inevitable with a cheerful grin, he crashed forward
with a violence that made Lynn tremble, and both of the
actors simultaneously were forced to groan aloud as Kelly's
warm, elastic-like sheath slipped wetly around the
pulsating hard shaft of his rock-like penis. A real
professional at this kind of lewd exhibition, Kelly had
achieved extraordinary control over the internal muscles of
her cunt, and she was able to adapt herself easily to a man
of almost any size. Rick's massively thick cock was
unusually big, in fact, he was gigantic as far as Kelly was
concerned, but actors selected for this kind of work were
normally larger than average, and the 'queen' was
accustomed to handling heavy duty equipment, squeezing back
at the young actor fiercely and attempting to give as good
as she got.
The actor's long bulbous cock raced up through the already
lubricated passageway of her heatedly throbbing vagina,
sliding easily through the soft yielding tissue as he
thrust himself forward with the determination to bury his
manhood in her narrow clasping hole with one bone-jarring
brutalizing push. Lynn shuddered involuntarily as she
observed this wildly erotic and indecent scene, hearing
Rick's heavy hair-covered balls slap brutally against the
upturned, unprotected flesh of the actress's ass. She was
hopelessly skewered like a chicken on a spit, and for a
moment, the tables had now been completely turned. The
queen was no longer in charge of what was going on, and the
slave was proving with a vengeance that he was man enough
to be free.
My Lord, he's actually fucking her, thought Lynn, blushing
a little as she found herself slipping into Phil's vile
vulgar vocabulary and using the obscene word in her head.
There's no question about it, she realized, this is going
to be absolutely pornographic! But who ever heard of a
pornographic video-tape? Where on earth could you sell
such a thing?
Lynn kept telling herself to be calm and collected, but
this entire sordid experience was upsetting her profoundly,
and her eyes widened with dismay as she watched Rick's
hard, relentless instrument rhythmically appearing and
disappearing between Kelly's lasciviously widespread
thighs. Wondering how she even dared think such a vile
thought, the young wife tried to imagine what it would be
like to be taken brutally and publicly in this fashion,
fucked half-to-death by a perfect stranger while a gang of
lewd television technicians stood around and watched.
To her eternal shock, she found that the idea excited her
enormously, even though she was naturally scandalized at
the same time with the degeneracy and perversity of what
Kelly was doing. She tried to discipline her wandering
mind, but her self-control had been weakened by the
quantity of alcohol she had imbibed, and helplessly she
found herself mentally changing places with the actress,
stretching out naked on the floor to allow the lusty
performer to pummel and pound her mercilessly just as he
was doing to Phil's nakedly writhing wife.
Kelly was moaning constantly and Lynn began to suspect that
this was not one hundred percent acting simply for the
benefit of the cameras. No woman alive, no matter what the
circumstances, could have taken that amount of lewd and
unnatural stimulation for this period of time without
eventually surrendering and becoming aroused. No, those
cries and mewls of pleasure and submission were too real to
be simulated for a TV camera. Kelly Agard was becoming
more fiercely turned on by the minute.
"Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it harder!" the brunette
groaned, muttering all the filthy obscene words that came
to mind as she raced towards her climax. The actor never
gave her a moment to recover, thrusting into her with all
the strength in his tawny unrelenting body.
"I'm cummmmmmming!" Kelly gasped suddenly like a woman
announcing a history-making event. "I'm cumming!" she
repeated a second time, almost as if she were talking to
herself, or trying to convince them of some incredible
fact. Her mouth was wide open with ecstatic abandon and
instinctively she pulled her thighs even further back,
offering up to the savagely fucking actor the whole of her
pink, wetly clasping vaginal slit like some strange pagan
sacrifice. A trickle of saliva dripped lewdly from the
woman's open mouth and her eyes seemed to wander around the
room, unseeing and glazed, as if she were drugged.
Lynn could hardly bring herself to believe that all this
was really true and a horrified shudder ran through her
aroused body as she watched the older woman race up to the
heights of an incredibly powerful orgasm. A virtual scream
escaped from Kelly's lips as the spasm shook her nakedly
voluptuous frame, and Rick had to struggle to hold onto her
abandonedly writhing body as the violent climax shook the
woman's heart and soul.
Nor was the actor far behind her. Despite the fact that he
had given his all just a few minutes before, the excitement
of the situation had re- charged his sexual batteries, and
the tough internal muscles of her wildly milking cunt
clamped down on his rampaging cock, forcing him to cry out
as the hot fiery cum began spurting into the hidden
untouched recesses of her womb. A sudden hush fell over
the room as he creamed into her with all his might,
practically bending the sweat-drenched woman in two as he
labored over her, trying to make this a cum she would
remember all her life.
Kelly's legs went limp all of a sudden, and a cry of total
happiness and relief issued sensuously from her lips. Rick
groaned his way through the last seconds Of his orgasm and
then collapsed on top of her, his body completely spent.
"Cut!" yelled Lenny, the director, chomping on a fresh
cigar as he signaled the cameramen to switch off their
machines. "Looked real good, kids," he told Kelly and
Rick, who were now gradually disengaging their tired bodies
from one another. Lynn relaxed a little, her mind in a
blur and her eyes watching Rick's slowly deflating cock
gradually withdrawing from Kelly's battered and bruised
body. The trembling young wife continued to stare at the
penis, now soft and glistening. Suddenly, she realized
that the director was talking to her.
"You did okay for a non-professional, baby," he was
assuring her. 'You got a good body and a lot of facial
expression! We can use you again if you feel like picking
up some spare change. See ya around."
Lynn looked at him blankly for a moment and nodded dumbly,
even though she had no intention of ever coming anywhere
near this studio again as long as she lived. Rick rolled
off of Kelly's voluptuous body and sat up rubbing his
stomach.
"All that fucking makes me hungry," he announced, as if
nothing had happened.
Continued...
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