Message-ID: <1996eli$9707101449@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: Ann0not@aol.com Subject: Story: "Movie" Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <970710075326_-558980600@emout09.mail.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!" ...to be continued -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ .../assm/faq.html> /