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NWMD03.TXT -- 3/21(?)
Not With My Daughter!
Part 3
by Spunk N. Wagnels
spunknwagnels@hotmail.com
ICQ #17890536
The following is adult fiction intended
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discretion where and when it is legal to
do so. Similarity to persons, living or
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Just when Marnie's life would seem to get back to normal, there would be
another contact from the Larchers. Like the time she was leaving her driveway
to go out shopping, as the gold Cadillac pulled across her driveway and the
passenger door opened up for her. She walked up to the door, like she knew she
would have to, and pleaded, "What is it going to take for you to leave me
alone." She said to Jeff who was driving.
"Let's go see my pop and find out, shall we?" He replied.
During the ride, the kid grazed the side of his index finger along Marnie's
left nipple to see if he could get it to show through her bra and blouse.
Marnie initially pushed his hand away, but when it came back, she merely put
her fingers of her right hand on her lips, resting the elbow on the top of the
door, looking out at the passing scenery, and teared over, contemplating her
lot.
They pulled up to a small office building, where Marnie first got to know Jeff
and his dad. This time, the building was occupied by suits and mini's. There
was an energy to the place that Marnie didn't experience the last time she was
there when everyone was gone. The water fountain with the exotic plants was
running, young men and women were crisscrossing the lobby in business suits,
and support staff in sexier business attire, like mini-skirts and sheer
blouses, were talking and visiting as Jeff and Marnie walked by and to the
elevator.
The elevator was being held for them by a young buck, "Going up?" He asked.
"No," Said Jeff, "going down. We'll wait."
On the next pass, they got in and rode to the basement. Down a corridor, they
entered a door, and there was Mr. Larcher, Jeff's dad. "Nice of you to come on
such short notice." He said, with saccharine politeness. "So you are probably
wondering why we brought you here." She nodded. "Well, you see, I have this
opportunity to get in good with the boss, and you're going to help me. If you
blow it, well you know the rest. I'm sure you won't." He said, motioning her
to approach him with his fingers closing to his palms. "Let's see if you have
been keeping yourself clean shaven, shall we." He said, as he reached up under
her skirt and pulled her panties down to her ankles. "Spread'em and lift the
shirt, will you?" He said, then inspected her pussy with her new half inch
hairs. "Gee, I didn't even recognize you at first. Next time I see you, these
have got to go. Since we don't know when that will be, I suggest you just keep
it shaved."
"About this next time, what do you want of me? When is this going to end? I
can't go on like this. My family is going to find out." She asked in despair.
"Lets play it by ear. You help me, and I make life easier for you." He said.
"You know, if my family ever finds out about any of this, you have nothing to
hold over me any longer, because I won't care at that point." She said with a
new boldness.
"Well, Missy, it would have been a nice ride till then, now wouldn't it?" He
said in retort. "Now we are going to go upstairs and meet the boss." He
stepped on the panties as she tried to pull them back up. She just ended up
stepping out of them, and watched as he placed them in his pocket.
"What do they do here anyway?" Marnie asked, as they were heading out the
door.
"Well, you'd just have to say they are "people brokers". There is a division
which places people in temporary situations, another head hunts, there is a
talent agency, and modeling agency. Like I said, people brokers." He
explained as they rode the elevator to the top floor.
The walk down the hall was uncomfortably familiar, as was the office they were
let into, with the altar of a desk and the overstuffed leather furniture. A
balding man was looking out the window behind him when we entered. When he was
through talking on the phone, he turned around to place the receiver back, and
acknowledged our presence. "So Walter, what have we here?"
"Ah, Mr. "J", this here is the missy I was telling you about. The one with
the talent." Larcher said respectfully.
"Come here. Let me get a good look at you." Said the man, as he held out his
hands for her to stand before him behind his desk at his side. Marnie
approached him looking back at Larcher. "Now turn around. Yes, that's nice. So
you want to be in our movie, well have you ever done a movie before?" He asked
her.
Marnie looked at Larcher for a clue. "No Sir, I have not."
"Well, lets get these clothes off and have a better look at you." He said
assertively.
"I think I have changed my mind. I don't think I want to be in the movies any
longer." She said backing away from this stranger.
Larcher blocked her exit from around the desk. "Lets do as the gentleman
requests. We mustn't keep a busy man waiting." He said with an insistent air.
Marnie, backed away from both of them now cornered and slowly removed her
sweater, blouse, bra and skirt. She tried to cover her ample breasts with one
arm and her pubic hair with her other hand. "The hands, Missy, the hands."
Larcher insisted. Marnie removed her hands. "Please turn slowly for the man."
He went on to instruct. "So what do you think Mr. 'J'?"
"Nice body. Good tits. Good legs and rear. Nice job Larcher, she'll do
nicely. How old are you Miss?" He said.
"Thirty-nine, Sir."
"With makeup you'll pass for twenty-nine easy. You've done well keeping
yourself up. They're shooting scenes you'll be good for this afternoon.
That'll give us just enough time to get you over to the shoot, made-up, and
briefed on your scenes. Larcher, can I count on you to get her here by
1:00pm?" He asked, as he handed Larcher an address.
"Sure Mr. 'J', no problem." He responded. "Okay, Missy, get your things,
we've got to hurry."
Larcher drove them to the warehouse district. The ride was quiet except for
the kid who wanted to know if he could be in the movie, and what was the name
of the movie. "The working title is Cumming On Like Gang Busters." Larcher
replied to his kid.
They entered a warehouse that had been converted to loft spaces. On the second
floor, they got off the large elevator and entered a space that was bustling
with people. There were two "sets", if you would call them that, one with a
bedroom setup and the other with odd framework, padded structures and an array
of leather objects hanging on the wall. Larcher looked around to see what he
guessed was the makeup area, a couple of mirrors, beside a couple of barber
chairs.
Marnie was taken a back by the nude men and women milling around. "Larcher,"
he looked at her sternly. "I mean , Mr. Larcher, I can't do this, not here,
not like this, this is so degrading." She said imploring him.
"Sure you can Missy, we both know what a slut you are. You will fit the part
nicely. Over here. I think they want you to take off your things." He said,
directing her to the makeup area.
Marnie took off her clothes, waited with arms crossed on her chest for a chair
to become vacant, and sat down. "Here you go, Missy, sign here. You're even
going to get paid for this, unless you'd just let me have the money instead."
He said handing her a pen and a contract. Marnie was going to read it, but she
was so overwhelmed by what she was going to be doing that when a lady came by
and started powdering her breasts, she quickly signed and handed it back to
Larcher out of the way.
As she sat there receiving heavy makeup, and then a pussy hair trim, she got
briefed on her scenes. "In the first scene, you are walking the street and you
are picked up by a fancy car. Don't worry, the street scene was already shot.
You will wear this wig for continuity." She held up a pageboy light blonde wig
in front of her. "You come to a house, where the master of the house likes to
watch. You will be brought to orgasm before his watching eyes." She continued.
"But, I don't think I'll be right for this, really." Marnie protested.
"From the looks of your hot body, you'll do just fine. Okay, then in the next
scene, you'll pull a train with the staff." She said, as she hurriedly placed
the wig on her head. Then she held out her hand for Marnie's and said "Follow
me, you're on now. Your going to have to put these on quickly."
"But, but, I don't think . . ." Marnie tried to say as she was helped by two
young women get into hooker duds.
"Okay now, you just do exactly as the director tells you to do, so they can do
this in one take. I don't think you'll be able to last for more than one, and
they only get one good shot per stud, usually, for these pictures. If you
don't want everyone in this place mad at you, you just do your best to follow
cues right from the start. Okay? Now stand here. That person there is the
director. Do exactly as he says, as soon as he says to do it. Good luck. I'm
sure you will do just fine. I, for one, am looking forward to your scenes."
The make-up lady said as she left Marnie on the back side of a door leading to
the room set.
Another young woman came up and told her that she would enter the room, walk up
to the camera, pretend it is a wealthy old man who likes to watch and do a slow
striptease dance in front of him. Then slowly, coyly walk back to the bed and
lie down in the middle with arms and legs outstretched. The rest would fall
into place from there. Any direction she was to get from anyone, she was to
just do without question or the scene might have to be shot again.
Marnie heard, "Ready on the set." Everyone went quiet. "Okay Street Slut,
enter and dance your clothes off." Marnie heard over a P.A. system. She
hesitated trying to catch her breath and slow her heart rate down. "Lets go.
Tapes rolling." The P.A. voice said again.
Marnie entered the room. She sort of went to auto pilot. Everyone in the
place was staring at her as she sauntered over to the camera. It was at an
angle pointing up, as if it was the viewpoint of a seated man. She played to
the camera as best she could, grinding her hips and doing what she thought
would be sexy. With her top off, she danced with her arms forward, squeezing
her breasts out in front. When she removed her miniskirt, she turned her back
to the camera and slowly slid it down the length of her statuesque legs. When
she was completely naked, she danced with her hands over her head and her knees
apart, leaning her pussy forward to the camera. She was starting to get turned
on by this wanton display, as if it was fulfilling desires from her deepest
recesses.
"Good." The director said. "Now head for the bed. That's it. Good."
Marnie laid down on the bed as instructed and waited spread-eagle for what
would happen next.
There was a quick double clap sound and two ladies in see-through lingerie
entered through the door with wrist and ankle restraints, and approached her on
either side of the bed. Marnie laid there in horror as the two gorgeous ladies
restrained her arms and legs to the corners. They guided Marnie to lift her
rear so they could place some pillows under it. Then they started a caress of
her body, one at her legs, the other at her chest. Her breasts, not as firm as
in her twenties, lay like water balloons a little out to the sides of her
chest. She scrunched her face, forming an "O" with her lips and pulled on her
bonds in ecstasy as they moved their caresses to her nipples and love patch.
When they stopped, she was panting.
Then the ladies removed their garments for the camera, giving Marnie a slight
respite. Then much to her horror, they climbed on the bed with her and started
to make love to her in tandem. She had never even fantasized about having a
woman between her legs. All she ever wanted from life was to be loved by her
husband, Roger. Marnie's revulsion was replaced by ecstasy as she closed her
eyes. She let the sensations flood her. They were bringing her to her peak
when they stopped and backed off the bed. Marnie waited a second, bucking her
body to the imaginary hands and tongues that were no longer there, then opened
her eyes to discover that the two ladies were waiting to the side. A double
clapping sound preceded a tall medium built man, with the erection of a horse,
waking in. He turned to the camera and said, "Yes Sir, I am ready."
A voice was heard, "Please proceed."
The man started to approached Marnie from between her legs. Marnie tried to
struggle in her bonds. She wanted to crawl back away from him and curl up into
a tight impenetrable ball. "No, NO, NO! I can't take it, he won't fit. Oh
God, please NO!" She pleaded loudly, as she thrashed in her bonds. The ladies
in waiting approached her. One stroked the hair of her head back to comfort
her. The other started working fingers in to keep her juiced up and ready.
The man spit on his hands and coated the tip of his cock for extra measure. He
knelt between her legs. The lady working on Marnie's cunt guided his cock head
to her opening. The stud applied a little pressure, but his girth still made
it a little too tight. The lady started massaging Marnie's clit to get her
hungry for penetration. The man forced just the head in and held it there.
Marnie twisted and screamed like she must have done at her daughter, Brenda's
birth. The man pushed in another inch. "Arrgh! Ooooo, Argh." Marnie moaned
loudly. He pushed in some more with the same result. Then he started sawing
his cock in and out for the length he had placed in. "Oh, don't. Stop! Please
stop." Marnie implored with a guttural wail. The man started sawing in a
little farther with each thrust until he was sawing at full thrust working on
his own relief.
Marnie's vagina was starting to turn from excruciating agony to an itch that
had to be scratched. She was turning into a wild bitch in heat. As the pain
subsided, she was screaming, "Don't stop! Don't Stop! Please don't stop."
When the man was reaching his peak, Marnie went stiff in the most overpowering
orgasm she had ever experienced. The man kept pumping, bringing himself to his
orgasm. Marnie was literally about to pass out, when he came in a forceful
thrust, nearly slitting her in two. Marnie came again, on top of the other
orgasm, and did pass out.
When she awoke, she was back in the makeup chair being made up. Her knees were
wide apart and her hole was gaping. She couldn't close her knees with any
comfort, so she continued to sit in this wanton display. The lady making her
up began to talk to her. "Well, the words you spoke were not in the script, so
we're going to have to do another take." Marnie gripped the armrests in
horror. "No, only kidding. You were great! It was much better footage than
they ever anticipated. You should have seen yourself, you were 'Hot' Lady."
The makeup lady said, as Marnie relaxed her death grip. "So how do you feel
down there?" She said, referring to her cunt.
"I've never been fucked like that in my life. I never thought I could do it."
She said frankly. "Even though it hurts, I could still fuck my husband's brains
out right now."
"That's good, because they are setting up the scene where you pull the train."
She said, powdering Marnie's chest.
Marnie looked across at the set and couldn't see any train yet. "Will it be a
heavy task?" She asked naively.
"It should prove to be something you'll never forget." The lady said
assuredly.
Marnie was growing less self-conscious about being naked on the set. The crew
acted as if they had seen it all hundreds of times before. Although, when she
did have eye contact with them, they invariably gave her a facial expression
that communicated that they thought she had an exceptional body.
Marnie stood to watch the activity around the next set, legs apart to get air
on her stretched out pussy, observing each of the crew at their tasks. She
still didn't see any train when she was given her instructions to walk into the
room with the apparatus on cue, then walk over to the camera, take the boa that
was given to her, wrap it around the back of the camera and pull one end until
it all came back around to her. Then she was to walk in a sexy fashion over to
a padded trestle, bend over it and grab the bar sticking out under it on either
side. From there, the scene would take care of itself.
On cue, she walked a sexy naked walk over to the camera and did a seductive boa
move, put it around the back of her neck and bent over the trestle as directed.
The ladies in waiting from the earlier scene fastened cuffs around her wrists
and secured them to the bars. Marnie started to worry herself out of her sexy
reverie and became truly panicked when her legs were fastened apart to rings on
the floor. She was now bent in place with very limited ability to move at all,
with her open sex facing the camera at a forty five degree angle. Her breasts
were bulging out on either side of the padding.
In walked a parade of men in costumes. There was a butler, a couple of
gardeners, a pool-boy, a carpenter, a plumber, a mailman, and a cook. They all
lined up in front of the camera bowed in unison, and declared, "Ready Sir."
"Please everyone, proceed." The a voice was heard to say. This was the cue
for the ladies to assist the men with removing their pants and open their
shirts to expose their sexual equipment. They were cut and uncut, big and
average, straight and curved, thin and wide, in a smorgasbord of cock meat.
The butler was first in line and was stroking his cock to get it hard. A lady
in waiting knelt down and laved the head with her mouth, which helped him get
all the way to full staff. Marnie tried to look behind her to see what was
happening but couldn't get her head all the way around. She learned it,
though, as she felt his hands stroking her rump, down the back of her legs,
then up the inside to her crotch. She felt the tip of his cock at the opening
of her snatch, it ease its way past her absent defenses and sit buried in her
to the hilt. His hands went to the top of her butt for support and he started
a slow sawing of his meat into her tunnel. She felt the ladies fingers on her
nipples as he picked up the pace until he was lunging into her with full
thrusts from stem to stern.
Meanwhile, the next man in line was lead around to face Marnie and she was
forced to take his penis in her mouth when her nose was held closed by one of
the ladies in waiting. He got himself hard and lubricated in her mouth and
took the butler's place after he came. And so it went, front to back, then
back in line. Marnie never felt more like a slut as she did at that moment.
She was raw and in pain, but came in shuddering orgasms over and over again,
despite it, until she just screamed and passed out somewhere in the second time
around for the bunch.
When she came to, most of the people had gone, the studio lights were off and
people were still saying goodbye. One crew member came by to say, "Nice job
lady, you were fabulous." Before he too left.
"Well Missy," Larcher said, "I think you just discovered some new things about
yourself, am I right?"
"Please have mercy and just take me home." She said with a pained look of
disgust as she tried mopping up the pool of cum that had oozed out of her pussy
during her rest.
"Okay Missy, you did good for me today. I'll spare you from my horny bastard
son here. But, you know what they say? 'Once a woman has pulled the train,
she finds she can never get enough sex.' So if hubby doesn't do it for you
anymore, you can always call 'Hornbusters,' that's us."
Marnie was not amused. Right now, the last thing on her mind was having anyone
or anything anywhere within a mile of her cunt. She rode silently home and had
to figure another story to get passed Roger and Brenda's attention and
questions for her appearance and mood. Roger bought the "worst than normal
period" when Marnie agreed to see a doctor about it, but Brenda wasn't buying
it. What worried Marnie most, as she went to sleep early that night, were
Larcher's words about never being able to get enough after "pulling the train".
"Aha, so that's 'pulling the train'." She thought with a chuckle to herself, as
she drifted off into wet dream land.
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