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Movie (M+F, exh)
by Ann Not (ann0not@aol.com)
***
I never thought that I would do something like this.
In fact, the thought had never had crossed my mind before.
Anyway, here I am, sitting in my car in the parking lot of
the movie studio where I will shortly be the female in a
porn movie.
It was just last week when the subject came up at
school. I was sipping my coffee and watching the school's
boring T.V. station when a news item about a porn star
scrolled across the screen. The girl sitting next to me
said that she knew that actor because her brother owns a
film studio, and sometimes X-rated movies are made there.
We talked about it for a while and I let it slip that, if
given the chance, I would not mind trying out for a part in
a porn movie. I did not think about it again until the next
day when she said she told her brother about me, but he told
her that they only used professional actors. I considered
the subject closed.
Yesterday I got a call from her. She told me that, if
I was still interested, they were desperately looking for a
female to replace the actress in the movie they were
shooting. It seems that she had gotten her period and
studio was already booked and paid for. When she told me
that they paid a thousand dollars a day, I immediately said
that I would do it! So here I am, sitting in my car at five
in the morning watching people as they enter the studio. I
feel very uneasy. Not because I am about to get naked in
front of a bunch of strangers and their cameras, but because
they usually work with professionals. I was told that they
do not know that this is my first movie. I wish I had been
seen the script! I do not even know what kind of sex I
would be doing, or even if there is going to be a lot of
dialogue for me to learn. I am mostly afraid of the
dialogue part! I lift my right hand up in front of my face.
It is shaking.
I pause inside the main entrance and look around.
There is a lot of activity. Some people are pushing flat
trucks loaded with furniture and scenery. Others are
walking around looking like they think they are important.
Nobody seems to notice me as I slowly drift toward the
center of the building. I walk past a door that has a big
letter "F" painted on it. The view through the little
window in the door offers a kitchen scene bathed in the
light coming from a few naked bulbs hanging from the tall
ceiling. I hope they do not expect me to do any naked
cooking! A little farther into the building I notice an
open door with a lot of bright light spilling out of it.
The rest of the rooms that I can see are dark, so I assume
that I will be doing my acting in there. I stop to gather
myself for a moment. The shaking in my hands has mostly
left, but I have to wipe my wet palms on my jeans.
Pulling my shoulders back, I glide confidently into the
brightly lit room and look around for someone who might be
the director. When I talked to the girl's brother last
night, he told me to find someone named Billy. I notice that
under the bright lights is a stage made to look like a small
weight room with all the basic exercise machines. A few
people are standing in a tight circle next to the set.
They all are looking at their clipboards and talking amongst
themselves. Everyone else in the room seem to be fiddling
with the movie equipment, so I walk up to the man with the
biggest clipboard. "Hi! I'm Anne! I'm supposed to find
someone named Billy!"
"Yes, I'm Billy." Says the very young looking
attractive redhead standing next to the man I had addressed.
"You're just perfect!" She continues. Billy walking
around me, looks up and down my figure. "Yes! Yes! Very
nice indeed! Have you ever worked with Bobby G before?"
"I'm sorry, no." I say as I turn toward her. "Is it
important?"
"I like it when you're not too familiar with the other
star." She suddenly grabs both of my breasts with her hands
and measures them with a few squeezes. I did not expect her
to grab me like that and almost stepped back, but instead I
push them into her hands. "Nice and firm! Good!" I can
feel my heart pounding in my chest and wonder if she feels
it too. "Make-up!" She suddenly yells over her shoulder.
"You know I haven't seen a script or anything..." My
voice comes out steady and strong. I was worried that I
might sound frightened and nervous, but I find I can force
myself to appear that I am full of confidence. Maybe I am
and actress after all!
"That's OK, darling. We'll fill you in as we go
along." Her fingers start running down the buttons of my
blouse, expertly unbuttoning them as they go. "Make-up!"
She shouts again, this time up toward the ceiling. "Bruce?
Where you at?"
"Yes'um, right here!" A geeky looking guy pushing a
make-up table shouts back from the other side of the room.
Billy pulls my blouse open and looks down at my breasts. My
nipples tighten under her gaze. "Who we got here?" Bruce
says as he approaches.
"This is Anne, your lady for today. Look at these
titties! Aren't the so nicely defined?" Her thumb brushes
across my left nipple a few times, watching it bounce back
each time. "OK! What do you think, Bruce? Bring out those
green eyes a bit, bright red lips, and pig tails?"
"Uh? Ah...sure!" Bruce sounds a little nervous.
"Get her under the lights and fix her up." Billy says
with a little urgency. "We're going to start with scene
five as soon as you get her ready!"
"That's the bench press right there." Bruce tells me
quietly, pointing to the center of the set. I walk onto the
set and stand in front of the small cushioned bench near one
of the cameras. Bruce pulls out a clipboard from his cart.
"The director lady gave me this check-list. I've never
done a skin flick before... it's different!" He frowns as
he scans down the list. His hand is shaking. I just stand
quietly with my shirt open and my heart in my throat,
waiting for him to get to work on me. "Um... well, maybe
you should throw your cloths somewhere. It says here that
don't have anything on in scene five." He looks up at me
with an almost frightened look.
My heart drops into my stomach. It is going to start
now and I feel a blush of embarrassment rising in my cheeks.
Time is frozen for a moment and I think that I might not be
able to go through with it after all. Bruce looks nervously
back down to his clipboard. The heat from the stage lights
is bringing up a little sweat on my forehead and above my
lip. I look over my shoulder toward the young director. A
naked man is standing next to her now, and they both are
looking back at me. He is a big muscular older man with a
lot of dark hair on his chest, arms, and legs. He has a
penis that looks surprisingly small for a porn guy. Looking
back at my make-up boy, I force my hands down to my waist
and pull my pants off my hips. Bruce looks up from his
clipboard just as my pants fall around my feet. I let my
shirt fall off my shoulders while, at the same time, my foot
brings my pants up to my hand. I am naked now. The room
becomes completely quiet. Without looking around, I know
that everyone is looking at me. My clitoris twitches
between my legs.
"First the pig tails." Bruce finally says, and takes
my cloths from my hand and tosses them in the bottom of his
cart. "I'll take care of these for you." As he works on my
hair I look back at my the naked hairy man. He is looking
up and down my naked body. I notice that the penis has
grown a little. Bruce begins painting bright red lipstick
on my lips with a small brush. "This stuff is made to not
come off on the other actors." He says as he finishes and
puts a Kleenex between my lips. "Now I got to cover up
blemishes." He steps in front of me and closely scans up
and down the front of my body. His eyes linger longer than
they need on my breasts. "OK, I don't see any. Good! Now
please sit on the bench and spread'um." When I do what he
asked, he kneels down and brings his face in close to my
cunt. My clit twitches again.
"You ready yet, Bruce?" Billy shouts from right behind
him.
"Just looking for zits." He replies, getting back up
to his feet. "She'll be ready in a minute." Grabbing his
clipboard again he continues in a soft unsteady voice.
"Says here that you'll be sitting back on this narrow bench,
and Bobby G will be standing over you, leaning on that bar
bell. It says there will be a lot of close-up and sweat.
They don't want any power on your face. Maybe you could get
comfortable here on the bench, and I'll do your eyes." As I
put my butt on the firm bench and slip my head under the bar
bell, the hairy guy walks up to the foot of the bench. The
penis below his dark pubies has grown down a little bit
more.
"Now, here's the deal kid." Billy kneels close to me
as the Bruce continues putting the on the eye liner. "Bobby
G will get into position over you. First we'll get a few of
his reaction shots from a low angle. This is the blow-job
cum scene. It's the end of the movie. Then we'll do the
fuck'n and the opening scene. Any questions?"
"I don't think so..." I say as Bruce finishes his work
and steps away. "Only...Umm...Well, how long do you want me
to let him last?"
"You don't have to worry about that girl! He's a pro
and knows what he's doing. Just work on his dick real hard,
and when he's ready he'll let you know." Bobby G walks
forward, allowing room between his legs for the bench and my
body. When he reaches the bar bell, he rests his arms
across it and puts his chin on the back of his arm. His
crotch comes up to my face with the dick just under my chin.
"You have a good position down there girl?" Bobby G
asks with a smile.
I am looking directly into his thick pubic hair a few
inches from my nose. "I guess!" Is the only thing I could
think to say. He starts moving his hips slowly back and
forth, almost hitting my face with his stomach. I hear more
than one camera starting up and I look around for them.
Three cameramen are on their knees shooting up at Bobby G's
face. I can not see with his torso in the way, so I can
only assume that he is making funny faces as if he is
getting a great blow-job. The penis has grown to a half of
an erection and is patting my under my left jaw as he
continues to move his hips as if he is fucking my mouth.
The cameramen stop their filming and move around to
different positions. One is aiming his camera straight down
from above my head. Another is just to my right about a
foot from my shoulder. I think the third has moved around
behind him near my open legs. Bobby G. has straightened up
and is looking down at me. He takes the penis in his right
hand and points it down toward my mouth. It is almost fully
erect now. I quickly glance to my right and see the young
director lady kneeling next to the cameraman. She smile
quietly at me and extends her thumb in the "thumbs up"
position. I hear a camera start up, so I look back at the
penis. The head of the thing is large in proportion to the
shaft. Is this why Bobby G. is a porn star? It is not
exactly long, as dicks go. The whole studio is dead quiet,
except for the soft hum of video cameras.
Lacking any directions from the director, I decide to
take things into my own hands, so to speak. With my left
hand, the one opposite the camera, I take the dick from his
hand and pull it toward me. Bobby G. puts both of his hands
on his hips and lets me pull him in. When it touches my
lips, I part them and the head slips past my teeth. Earlier
I had gone over how this might go. I planned on first
tonguing the bottom side of the dick on the vein so the
camera will get a good shot. I will suck and bite on the
head and stick my tongue in the little hole, while slowly
pumping my fist on the shaft. Then, maybe, I will either
let him fuck my mouth or I will bob up and down on it
myself. I know, from watching my dad's flicks, that they
always cum so the camera can see it all, so I figure he will
pull out in time for that. He is the pro. He has done this
hundreds of times before. He will pull it out and it will
spurt lots of sperm on my face and nose, and on my lips and
tongue. I will just have to try to give the camera a good
active blow-job. I want them to think that I am a
professional too.
I open my mouth and push my tongue down the vein side
of the dick. He helps by pushing it in a little, forcing
it's head up against the roof of my mouth. Guys love it
when that part of their dick is massaged by a wet tongue, so
I slowly work it like it is a "Slow Poke" sucker. I notice
out the side of my eye that the camera lens is about a foot
away from me on my right side, and I can hear the heavy
breathing of the camera man. I open my mouth wide so he can
get a good shot of my tongue as it slides along the
underside of the dick. Bobby G, slowly rocking back and
forth, is rubbing the dick on my tongue. My hand is around
the base of the cock. It feels very hard now. With a tight
fist I begin pumping the part of the dick that is not in my
mouth, keeping along with the rhythm of his rocking.
The dick unexpectedly is pulled out of my mouth and
lays gently against my upper lip, it's head just under my
nose. My fist continues pumping with a slow steady pace,
and I keep my tongue moving along the dick vein. I am sure
that Bobby G is about ready to cum. I worry that, if it
will be a big shot, I will get a nostril full from this
angle. That does not sound like fun. I want my lips and
cheeks to get coated with the stuff! There should be long
lines of the cum running off my chin to my chest! That is
how all of my dad's videos show it. The hole in the dick
head is pushing at my left nostril. I keep pumping the dick
with my fist and licking it with my tongue. Bobby G's
breathing is labored and irregular.
Just as my fist feels the first contraction, Bobby G
pushes the dick up the left side of my nose. A large stream
of white sperm lands under my eyebrow and coats most of my
closed eyelid. He begins pulling it away when the next shot
comes out right onto the center of my nose. I keep pumping
the squirting tool with my fist, but trying instead to aim
it at my mouth. Half of the next stream of goo lands above
my lip, but I am able to get the rest onto my tongue. I am
amazed that the third shot has as much volume as the first!
The next one fully lands in the back of my mouth at the
entrance of my throat. I feel a bunch of it running down my
face from my left eye. Bobby G lays the dick head on my
tongue for the next couple of contractions. Some sperm
drips off my tongue making a long line down toward my chest.
I pull my tongue into my mouth bringing the dick in with
it, and begin slowly fucking the dick with my mouth. It is
still pumping and there is not much stuff coming out, but I
feel quite a large quantity of cum in my mouth. I am
tempted to swallow the goo, but instead force some of it
around the dick and out past my lips. Now I have long lines
of cum dripping onto my chest from my nose, cheek, and chin.
Just the way it was done on my dad's collection at home!
After a few minutes of sucking and dripping, Bobby G
steps away from me and walks behind one of the cameras. I
must look like quite a mess, as I smile at the camera just a
foot to my right and lick the rest of the cum off my lips.
It tastes like cream of mushroom soup with a little pepper
and not enough milk. The room is still dead quiet, so I
think quickly and squeegee a big glob off the left side of
my face with my finger and push it into my mouth. Breaking
the "fourth wall" rule by looking at the camera seems like
a good idea, so I stick with it. The center of my chest
between my breasts has most of the spillage, but there is a
nice glob on my left boob near my nipple. Without breaking
eye contact with the camera, and with a little extra effort,
I bring my breast up to my mouth and slowly lick it clean.
I notice that Billy, the young lady director, is
dragging the make-up kid toward me by tail of his shirt.
"OK, OK, ah... cut!" She says in stern voice. "Bruce,
clean her up." As he nervously begins rubbing my boobs and
chest with a very cold and wet rag, Billy stands over me
with her arms folded. "That was really good, Anne, but much
to short! Don't worry. Not your fault."
"Was look'n right into the camera OK?" I ask. "I
don't usually do that, but just felt right at the time."
"It was hot! I loved it! But you'll have to do that
in the other scenes too, or it'll look out of place."
"You mean I should make it look like I know that the
audience is right there...watch'n?"
"If that's the way you want to play it! Great! Now,
after Bruce finishes cleaning you up, we need about ten more
minutes of blow-job. We'll cut it in somewhere before the
climax. Don't let him cum again... at least so's it can be
seen!"
Billy walks over to where Bobby G is standing and starts
a quiet, but animated, dialogue with him. "Sit back so I
can clean your face." Bruce says as he finishes washing my
breasts. I lay back and angle my face toward him. "Billy's
pissed at him cuz he finished way too quick." He says to me
as he begins wiping the sperm off my nose. "Man, I'll tell
ya, that was hot." He continues. "Some of the crew is back
there watch'n the tape now!" I look up at him and catch his
eye. He suddenly becomes distracted and stops wiping my face.
"Then you liked?" I say, slowly licking my lips in a
very sexy way at him. He remains locked into my eyes for
few moments before nervously continuing the clean-up job.
He is biting his lip and his hand is obviously shaking. It
appears that he is not going to answer my question. "Maybe
after all this is done I'll do it to you?"
"Really?"
"I'd like that, Bruce!" I do not know why I am doing
this to him. Maybe it is because all of my juices are
flowing and I am horny as hell. I can not wait for someone
to pay attention to my body. If something does not happen
soon, I will have to try secretly slipping a few fingers
into my crack to get myself off. I can feel my clit
twitching, and the insides of my thighs are wet.
Bruce finishes cleaning me up and moves his make-up
cart off the set. I sit upright on the hard narrow weight
bench because my ass bone is hurting from sitting on it for
too long. The set is very warm from the powerful lights
hanging from chains just over head, and a couple of them
sitting on tripods a few feet away from me. There is a
small river of sweat running between my breasts even though
they had just been wiped clean by the make-up guy. Bobby G
walks in front of the bench again and smiles down at me.
Billy moves in close to me and gets down on one knee. I
think that I already know what she is going to tell me. She
needs some more face fucking to splice in before the cum
scene. She might again tell me to not let him cum. I pull
some of the hair that is stuck to my sweaty face and look
over at her. Her eyes are locked on my erect nipples.
There are little drops of sweat trying to form a mustache
above her lip. I look back at Bobby G. He has one hand on
a hip. The other hand is flipping the soft shriveled up
penis back and forth trying, I guess, to wake it up again.
"Anne..." Billy begins with a soft whisper close my
ear, "I want you!" I pull my ear away from her mouth and
turn slightly toward her. Our eyes meet for a moment, and
she moves her mouth up to my ear again. "You are so sexy..."
I look back up to Bobby G. He is still in the same stance,
and is vigorously slapping the soft penis back and forth
onto the front of his legs. "When we're done shooting, I
want to meet you back in my office." She moves her mouth
away from my ear, and I turn my face toward her again. Our
noses are almost touching. I look down to her lips and make
a slight motion as if I am about to start a kiss. She
quickly stands up.
"OK! Let's get this finished!" She shouts so that the
entire crew can hear. "Anne, we need quite a few minutes of
sucking. We can't do with any more cum now... so don't let
the camera know if that happens!" She steps back, letting
the cameramen move into position. The one that I looked
into before, with all that cum on my face, moves to about
three feet from my right shoulder. Another camera is
aiming down from above my head. Bobby G, with the narrow
bench and my legs between his legs again, walks awkwardly up
to me. He is still flipping the penis around. It has not
gotten much bigger yet.
I hear the cameras start as he moves back into position.
He brings his left arm back up to the barbell holder, and aims
the penis at my mouth with the other hand. The head is small
and wrinkled. There is a large drop of clear fluid on the
outside of it's little hole. Slouching down onto my sore
ass bone again to match the penis' height, I let him put it
into my mouth. With a quick suck, the whole thing goes all
the way in. My nose nestles deeply into his pubic hair.
This is a good time to pretend to "deep throat" it, and I am
sure he will get hard quickly, so I keep my lips down at it's
base. I can not see anything with him in so close, so I
close my eyes and concentrate on the task at hand. Using
my tongue, I flip the penis around in my mouth. It is near
the back of my tongue about an inch away from the opening
to my throat, and I notice that it is already beginning to
thicken. I put both of my hands under his buns and shake my
head, pretending that the penis is too far into my throat.
He lowers both of his hands and puts them behind my head. I
feel the dick slowly enlarge, inching it's way farther into
my mouth. Trying to move my head back meets firm resistance
from his hands on the back of my head. My mouth begins to
feel very full, and I can not move the dick around with my
tongue anymore. It has lengthened to where it is touching
the back of my throat. Again I try to move away, but this
time he responds by pulling my head in even farther. I am
not bad at doing "deep throat", but I am not prepared for it
this time. My gag reflex starts, but he pulls my head in
even harder. The organ feels hard now. I can only imagine
how far it must be into my neck. Just when I reach the
point that I begin to retch, I dig my nails into the soft
part behind his is knees. The pressure on the back of my
head immediately loosens, and I can move my head away. I
feel the dick's head momentarily stick as it tries to exit
the entrance to my throat. I remember how big and fat the
penis got the first time.
The emergency has ended. That was close! The large
dick head is resting in the center of my tongue now, and I
try to catch my breath. I must have stopped breathing! My
heart is pounding heavily in my chest. Bobby G begins
slowly rocking back and forth, gently rubbing the dick on my
tongue again. I am reminded how hot it is in here when a
line of sweat runs down the center of my nose. I let him
continue the gentle fucking motion as I rest from the
excitement. I figure that we have been working for only
about two minutes now. The sexy young director did not say
how much of this she wanted, so I will let Bobby G set the
pace for a while. I can hear that his breathing is heavy.
The dick feels very hard, it's large head is pushing against
my tongue and the roof of my mouth. I keep my hands behind
his legs. This should give the cameras nice view of my little
face fucking.
Without any warning, I feel a load of sperm hit the
back of my throat. He does not change his slow fucking
motions. I quickly swallow before it has a chance to run
down into my windpipe. Another load squirts out of the dick.
I swallow again, hoping the camera does not notice. The
next couple of contractions do not shot the stuff to the
back of my mouth, so I collect the rest in my mouth and
around the dick. When it finally stops pumping, after about
ten kicks, I take a few small gulps and clean the stuff off
the dick with my tongue. Bobby G is kind of jerking around
a little with his hips, and I feel the dick begin to soften.
The dick head is probably extremely sensitive right now, but
we surely must get a couple more minutes of blow-job on tape.
Now I can get him back for almost making me puke! I move
back a bit to give my tongue room to move, and start rubbing
it on the tip around the little hole. With my hands behind
his knees I feel that his legs are vibrating. He must be
going crazy. Serves him right! When he is about to give up
I move my tongue to the ridges of the dick head, and run it
around in circles. I feel it begin to expand again.
The dick lengthens and it quickly becomes hard again.
I try to tickle the tip of it with my tongue again, but it
has filled my mouth. Deciding to change the style of my
blow-job, I grab the shaft with my left hand and the hairy
sack with my other hand. He had stopped the fucking motion
after the last orgasm, so I take the active role by quickly
bobbing up on down on the dick with my mouth and beating it
off from the bottom with my hand. We have been going at it
for quite a while and my jaw is becoming stiff. My ass bone
has had enough pain too. I think I will have to give the
dick a little of this fast action and then call it quits.
I bet that the penis has had enough too! I gently scrap my
fingernails on the back of the sack. My hand at the base
of the dick continues pumping up and down, and I firmly rub
my tongue on the vein side of the dick as I move it in and
out of my mouth. A little drop of sweat drips from Bobby G
above me onto my forehead.
"OK...Cut!" Billy shouts, but at the same moment the
penis begins to ejaculate again. This time I am able to
position it with it's head just past my teeth. "I said CUT
...STOP!" She shouts again. My hand slowly continues
beating it off, and a small puddle of sperm begins to
collect on my tongue. Bobby G quickly takes a step back
after about five contractions. I sit up straight and smile
at Billy. A line of cum runs out of my mouth down toward
the bench between my legs. Bobby G, standing a few feet in
front of me with the weight bench still between his legs is
squeezing the dick firmly with his fist. He has a look of
shock on his face. The studio remains very quiet. I look
over back at the director and lick the sperm off my lips,
but there is still a long line of it falling from my chin.
It seems that nobody knows what to do next. Billy is just
standing there with her clipboard pressed to her chest and
her mouth hanging open. The cameraman, who is on one knee
just to my right, still has the camera running but is not
looking through the eyepiece and does not have it aimed at
anyone.
This is the longest awkward moment I have ever been
myself in. I continue looking at Billy, wondering how I
must look with my very sweaty body and a long line of semen
hanging off my chin. A professional porn star would not
have gotten so carried away, that is for sure! I have my
hands resting on my thighs not far from my crotch. My body
has not been touched yet and it is screaming for some
attention! It would only take a few well placed fingers to
relieve the pressure! My nipples are aching and my clitoris
is throbbing.
Finally Bobby G steps over the bench and stumbles away
and the Billy comes up to me. "Well! That's a keeper!"
She says with her clipboard still being hugged against her
chest with both of her arms. "We'll get you cleaned up and
get going with scene two. That's the fucking one."
"No way!" Bobby G quickly interrupts. "I'm done for
today, Billy! I couldn't fuck nobody now!"
"Shit!" Billy says, looking at him sternly. He still
is holding the penis with his fist. "Well, we can still do
the first scene. Will you be ready tomorrow to finish the
taping?"
"Yeah! Sure!" Bobby G says shaking his his as he walks
away.
"That sounds fine with me too, Billy." I begin. "Tell
me about scene one?"
"Oh, it's no big. It's like you're working out in this
gym here and, for some reason, you start masturbating and
Bobby G catches you. Then ya'all goof around a bit and fuck
for a while before the blow-job action you just did so good."
She looks back at Bobby G as he nears the door and shouts to
him, "I guess tomorrow you'll pick it up where you catch her
playing with herself?"
"I'll try." He says without turning around. "See you
tomorrow."
"Throw on that robe." Billy says, pointing to a white
terry cloth robe next to the Nordic Track. "When the cameras
are ready, you can begin working on any machine you want."
She steps close to me and moves her mouth up to my ear again.
"When you're fingering your little pussy, I want you to think
about me. I'm going to have you later!" She moves away from
my ear and looks into my eyes. Again I move my lips toward
her's, but she returns to my ear. "In my office... when we're
done." I reach up with a hand toward one of her breasts, but
she quickly stands up, steps away and shouts, "OK people!
Let's get this started!"