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--- Making Movies

   1.  The Birthday Present

   As told by Devito:

   It was one of those boring hot summer days.  Work in the office had been
slow and Karen and me had spent the entire morning chatting and gossiping.

   Karen was 36, it would be wrong to say that she didn't look her age. 
However, she had maintained herself well and heads would definitely turn as
she passed by.  We had been working together for over 3 years and I had the
unenviable role of being her friend.  We would flirt, sometimes
outrageously, but she always pulled back before we crossed any forbidden
lines.  She would tell me things like whether she was wearing breast pads
or the kind of panties she preferred.  She would take me shopping with her
and model the dresses for me.  She would point out skimpy, sexy dresses on
the racks and tell me the ones her husband would like her to wear.  She
would also graphically fantasize the things he would do to her when she
wore a particular dress.  To say the lease, she drove me crazy.  I might
have made an obvious pass at her but for the fact that I really valued her
friendship.  So it was the good old hand for me or when things got really
hot I would hire a whore for a night, and fuck my brains out.  All the time
I would refer to the whore as Karen.

   We were outside the office, in the corridor, me smoking and she with her
cup of coffee when the courier boy arrived.  He showed us an address and
asked us directions.  The package was addressed to Karen.  So she showed
him her identification and collected the package.

   "My birthday gift", she said excitedly.

   It was her birthday the next day and the gift was from her husband who
was working with a top MNC and stationed in some godforsaken place where
they were carrying out some survey.

   "Any idea what it is?" I asked her.

   "Well I spoke to him last night and asked him what he wanted for his
birthday.  He said I would know when I opened the gift he had sent me." She
blushed as she said this.  Jacob, her husband had made a similar statement
the previous year and sent her a digital camera.  His request for a
birthday gift was that she take a nude picture of hers everyday and send it
to him by email.  She knew that I was aware of it and hence the blush.

   She quickly got the package opened and pulled out a handy cam.  Her
blush deepened.  Inside the box was the usual letter and she began reading
it as I started fiddling around with the camera.

   "I think you better read this", she said handing me the letter.

   The letter started off with the typical endearments.  He also went on to
tell her how he had enjoyed each of the pictures she had sent him last
year. He said that he had especially liked the ones where she had been
particularly slutty.  He went on to mention some pictures in particular and
I looked up at her as I read them.  She had her eyes to the floor and her
cheeks were red in embarrassment.

   In the letter he went on to say that this year he wanted more and hence
the gift.  He also said that he wasn't satisfied with just watching her
nude body and so he wanted her to film herself having sex.  He also
suggested my name as someone safe and discreet enough for her to trust with
an assignment like this.

   The rest of the letter was full of his work and how busy he was.  He
also asked about their 16-year-old daughter Sarah, before closing off.

   "Wow!" was all I said.

   "Gosh!  I am so embarrassed Dev.  But like he said you are the only one
I can trust.  Tell me what I should do."

   If she could've felt the hard-on I was carrying around at that moment
she wouldn't have felt very safe in my company.

   "Well, you need to decide.  I can't decide for you", I told her.

   "Would you mind?"

   "Mind what?" I asked.

   "You know, whatever he said."

   I decided to jerk her a bit.

   "You mean like, do I mind fucking you?"

   She nodded.

   "Hell, lady I've been dreaming of that from the second we met.  The only
question you need to ask yourself is whether you want to go through with
it."

   "Well, I'd be lying if there haven't been at least 20 occasions when I
almost picked up the phone and asked you to come over and fuck me silly. 
So its not like I don't want to do it."

   Wow!  This was news to me.

   "Let's go inside before we start something right here.  We'll continue
this discussion in the evening at my place.  Okay?" she asked.

   "Sure", I replied.

   In the evening as rode the elevator up to her apartment, I had a serious
hard on and butterflies in my stomach.

   She opened the door wearing a tank top that left most of her midriff
bare and her shorts were tight and worthy of the name `shorts'.  I let my
eyes run over her, which wasn't entirely new since I would do it quite
often when she was looking particularly good on a day.

   "Come off it", she pouted and ushered me into the apartment.

   I followed her in while at the same time taking in the wonderful sight
of her backside.

   "Coffee?" she asked me knowing that I never refuse a cup.

   The two of us made our way into the kitchen where she got busy with the
preparation of the coffee.

   "Sarah?" I asked.

   "At a friend's place", she replied and then added, "She'll be staying
there the night."

   We took our coffees to the living room and made ourselves comfortable.

   "So?" she asked.

   "So what?" I shot back.

   "I've decided to go ahead with it and that I want you to do it", she
said.

   "Honored", I told her.

   "Cut it off.  Now tell me how do we go about it.  Have you given it any
thought?"

   Any thought?  That had been the only thing on my mind the whole day.  I
kept those thoughts to myself and said, Yes, in fact I have.  What I felt
was that instead of making just a fuck film, why don't we add a bit of
script to it.  That way it would have more value.  He wouldn't just be
watching you getting fucked, he'd also get a fantasy."

   "That's a wonderful idea.  We could use one of your stories", she said
warming up to the idea.

   "We could", I agreed.  Then I said, "Would you mind if I called in
someone for help?"

   "Meaning?"

   "Well, if we were to make the film on our own, it would be one
dimensional.  We'd place the camera in one position and fuck.  But if we
had someone to help, we'd really be able to do justice."

   "Hmmm, do you have anyone in mind?"

   "I was thinking of Devon", I told her.

   "Hmmm, yeah that sounds okay.  But would he agree?"

   "Under one condition he would", I told her.

   "That he gets to do me too?"

   I nodded.  She went into a thoughtful mode where we didn't say anything
for a while.  Then she nodded, "Okay, let's do it."

   "Great.  Now the only question is when.  I mean we can't have Sarah see
all this can we?"

   "Actually, about Sarah.  Jake has always had a fantasy about her.  It's
been an unwritten thing between us that he would be the first one to take
her.  So I was wondering about using her in the video too.  Nobody will
fuck her, but we could use her.  What do you say?"

   "Sounds great to me, have you asked her about it?"

   "I will."

   She got up and came next to me.

   "Can I see yours?"

   I leaned back on the couch and spread my legs.  She undid the buckle of
my belt, the trousers and then pulled the zipper down.  Her hands reached
into my underwear and wrapped around my penis.  Gently she pulled it out.
As it came out it left a trail of precum which stretched itself from the
elastic of the underwear to the tip.  She leaned forward and covered my
head with her mouth and sucked hard on it, taking all the precum into her
mouth and swallowing it.  She sat upright again and her fingers started
running over the length of my organ, feeling it, studying it.  Then she
gripped the stem in her palms and began to work it up and down.  I moaned
as soon as she started it.

   She cut off my moan by plastering her lips over mine.  We kissed deep,
my tongue snaked its way into her mouth.  I could still taste the remnants
of my precum that she had taken.

   "I've dreamt of this for so long", she whispered hoarsely to me when we
broke off.

   "Tell me about it", I told her, and we laughed.

   My hands had found their way under her top and were delighted to note
that she had not been wearing a bra.  I played with her nipples as she
concentrated her efforts on my penis.

   "Fuck me", she cried suddenly.

   She threw herself back on the couch and I peeled off her shorts.  In no
time we were pounding at each other.  She met each of my strokes with an
upward thrust and I could feel the inner more recesses of her cunt.

   "Oh God!  Oh God!", she screamed as her orgasm hit her.

   The muscles in her vagina contracted and expanded as she went through
the throes of her orgasm.  This motion ensured that I was losing control of
my load.

   "I cumming", I grunted to her.

   "Hold on just a second more, I want you in my mouth", she told me.

   I used all my reserve strength to hold back the torrent that was
building.  As soon as her orgasm was over she pushed me away and knelt in
front of me.  She held my penis and began pumping it.  Streaks of cum began
shooting forth.  The first one went straight into her mouth.  She closed
her lips to swallow the load and the next load hit her square on the lips.
She kept pumping me, load after load hit her face.  After I was spent she
parted her lips and sucked on me for another minute.  After she was done
she ran her tongue on her upper and lower lips taking all the cum I had
deposited there.  Then with her fingers she scooped the rest of the cum
from various parts of her face and swallowed it all.

   "I think I can skip supper", she giggled.

   We both laughed, kissed and generally felt each other up.  It was like a
dam had been broken.  Two people who had been attracted to each other for
over three years had suddenly done it and that seemed to ease a lot of
tension in the both of us.

   The next day at the office Karen told me that she had shown the letter
to Sarah and the girl had been all excited about it.  She admitted that her
dad had been her fantasy ever since she learnt to pleasure herself with her
fingers.  She found the entire concept very interesting and was looking
forward to the filming.  I had gotten in touch with Devon too and he was
overjoyed with the thought that he would get to fuck Karen.

   Now all that remained was for me to get the script ready.
   -- Comments, brickbats and praise are welcome at bentspoon@excite.com 
