Date: Tue, 25 Sep 2012 07:25:40 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Star is Porn. Part Six.

   This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good
or bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

  Part Six.

     Carol gave me a quick kiss on the lips and grabbed the wine
bottle. `Come on. Bring the glasses into the bedroom and get things
ready. Peter will be home soon and we must be ready.'

     I followed with the glasses, which were soon refilled as Carol
outlined the plan for making this video film.

     `Now as you haven't done this before, the most important thing to
remember is to forget the camera. It sounds a contradiction in terms, I
know, but you've got to ignore that it is there, and anyone who might be
behind it.' Carol got the camera out of the wardrobe and hoisted it onto
her shoulder.

     `Now if you turn towards the camera, focus your eyes just beyond it,
to a point above my shoulder. Be natural. That's the key. Be natural. Just
do whatever you are doing and forget about the camera. Now pretend you are
in your own room and undress preparing to go for a shower.'

     Carol activated the lights in the bedroom and I could hear the slight
whirr as the camera started to roll.

     `Now... Action!' Carol said.

     I moved into the front of the room and started to take off my
blouse. As I pulled it from my skirt I turned, as I needed to reach the
clip, looking at the camera as I did so.

     `Hold it!' Carol called out. `Let's start again. Look, have a drink
now, and we'll start again. Don't look at the camera.'

     Nervously, now we had started, I took a large gulp of the wine and
started again. This time it went well.

     My heart was beating fast as I stripped of my blouse and slowly turned
towards the camera as I massaged my breasts. I then unclipped my skirt and
let it fall to the floor, and stepping out of it, hooked my fingers into
the waistband of my panties, pulled them down.

     I could see Carol out of the corner of my eye, move slightly to the
side to catch my swinging breasts as I bent forward while pushing my
panties down. I then ran my hand down over my pubes, ruffling up the hairs
and proceeded towards and into the bathroom.

     `Great. Just great,' shouted Carol. `Camera's off now, you can come
out.'

     I looked round the corner of the door at her.

     `Come on. Don't be shy now. I'm probably going to see more of you
later, as you will of me, so come and have some more wine.'

     I self consciously re-entered the bedroom, me being naked, and Carol
being fully clothed. She took a big sip from her glass and offered it to
me. I took the glass and deliberately turned it round so that I drank from
the same side that she had. She noticed this, and her eyes went up and down
my body.

     `You do have a really lovely figure,' she said huskily. She stuck her
finger into the wineglass and licked off the drops, and then did it again
but offered the wet finger to me. I opened my mouth and let her put her
finger inside and I closed my lips and slowly sucked it.

     Our eyes were steady and boring into each other as her finger slowly
slipped out of my mouth. I then felt I was in control, even though I was
the one naked, without covering, I was now controlling the situation.

     `That...that take was perfect as far as I can see,' she flustered,
`you sure you haven't done this before?'

     I shook my head, making my breasts move at the same time. Carol's eyes
were drawn to them as they swung before her. She stammered out,
`Well... I'm lost for words. Let's take a few more shots. Coming out of the
bathroom. Sitting at the dressing table and brushing your brush...Sorry, I
meant hair I'll do a side shot as well, showing your breasts as you raise
your arm while doing your hair.'

     I came out of the bathroom as she filmed, sat down at the table and
brushed my hair, exaggerating my movements so that my breasts were in full
view. I then took a long slow drink from my glass and offered it to
Carol. She then did the same that I had done. Took the glass and turned it
to drink from the same side that I had drunk from. Our eyes were locked
again as she drank. With a trembling hand, she put the glass down on the
table and took my face in between her hands and kissed me fully on the
lips. It was a slow languorous kiss that sent a shiver right through me and
made me wet between my thighs.

     I could see her breasts heaving through her clothing as we broke
apart, as much as mine were going up and down. Her eyes were glowing as
much as I think mine were as she shakily said, `Let's finish off these
shots before Peter gets in. He will do the editing later.'

     We filmed for a little while longer, and had just finished when we
heard Peter call out Carol's name.

     `Quick. Into the bathroom and we'll film it as we said,' Carol said as
she shooed me into the bathroom.

     `In here darling,' Carol called out in response, `in the
bedroom. Bring a bottle of wine with you dear.' She then sat at the
dressing table, poured out two drinks and waited for him to enter. He came
in with a bottle of wine and two glasses.

     `Hello darling. I've got... Oh. You've got the glasses already.'

     He gave her a kiss and putting down the new bottle and glasses, picked
up one of the filled glasses, sat down on the corner of the bed and took a
good swallow.

     `What's this then?' he waved his glass at the camera. `A do it
yourself kit?'

     Carol took a long slow sip at her glass before putting it down and
picking up the camera.

     `Well, it's like this, Peter. You know we've made a few home movies of
ourselves,' she said as she moved across the room, hoisting the camera onto
her shoulder, turning it on at the same time. She moved round to keep Peter
in the centre of the frame, but at the same time, to catch me lurking just
inside of the bathroom door.

     `You know we said that sometime we should do something different. Well
I have done so and I hope you approve.' She paused in mid sentence, and
waited till he raised the glass to his lips and gave me the signal.

     I then moved into the bedroom and paused at the doorway and arm up,
posed as seductively as I could my being naked.

     `Hello Peter!' I said in a low hoarse voice.

     His eyes flew open as he saw me naked in the doorway. He spluttered
and the wine poured out of his mouth and down the front of his shirt.

     `Angela.' He croaked, wiping his mouth on the sleeve of his
shirt. `It's...it's...er...lovely...to see you. Wow. To see you.'

     He turned to Carol, who was still filming, and gave a big grin that
belied his following words. `You bitch! You've framed me. Set me up right
and proper.'

      He turned back to me. `It really is nice to see you Angela,' his eyes
really raking over every inch of my body as I stood there in the
doorway. `Very very nice. Now the jokes over.'

     `It's no joke,' said Carol laughing as she stopped the filming and put
down the camera and went and kissed Peter, pushing him back to lay supine
on the bed. Carol indicated with her hand for me to sit down at the
dressing table as she went on to explain to Peter what we had planned. I
saw his eyes dart towards me, taking in my naked figure sat there before
him.

     `Angela has agreed that she will, if you will,' Carol said feverishly.

     Peter looked at me again, `Are you sure?' I nodded.

     Carol whispered in his ear, but I caught what she said. 'I'll let you,
if you let me also!' I took that to mean that she wanted me also. Well that
was fine by me. I did actually have a fancy for Carol anyway, and wouldn't
say no to having a session with her as well. Peter, spread-eagled on the
bed by Carol, looked at me again.

    `You would? With both of us?'

     I nodded again, this time letting my breasts bob up and down.

     `Okay. I agree,' said Peter.

                                                             *

     So with Carol doing the filming, I went through the scene of me coming
off the doorway to the bathroom and undressing Peter before going down onto
my knees and sucking his rampant cock. This was followed up of him fucking
me and he was quite good in doing this, giving me a thrill of getting this
extra sex.

     Carol didn't go without either, for when Peter had finished and pulled
out of me, she was quickly down between my legs to suck on me, not waiting
for Peter to take over the camera. This he finally did, showing the pair of
us have lesbian sex, top to tail, sucking each other with me first on top
of Carol and then our positions reversed.

     Peter began to complain of not being able to take part and so the
camera was set up on the tripod and joined us with both Carol and myself
vying over his throbbing erection, kissing and nibbling it from the base
until our lips met in a kiss at the top.

     I let Carol be the recipient of his almost bursting cock, having it
thrust up inside her, with me fondling his balls as he fucked his wife. My
pleasure came by sucking on his steaming cock when he pulled out and rolled
over onto his back, Carol nudging me to move over a bit so that the camera
could get a good shot of me sucking on him.

     It took a bit of persuasion from Carol to get him to dress up in his
female underwear and have sex with me while wearing this attire. He had a
funny kind of smile on his face as he powered his cock in and out of me,
feeling the side straps of his belt rubbing against the inner side of my
legs. It gave me a vicarious thrill and wondered how this would look on the
finished film.

     He gave out grunts as he came inside me, sweat from his forehead
dropping down onto my breasts before he pulled out and flopped over onto
his back.

     For the final scene that Carol wanted, we had to wait till Peter was
back up hard again. Here, she got astride of him and put his cock inside
her as I straddled his face to let him suck and tongue me. This way, Carol
and I could hold each other and kiss while she was being fucked and me
sucked.

     The expression on her face as she reached her peak, brought mine on,
and we both then collapsed across Peter.

                                                            *
     It was only later watching it on the video that I saw how erotic it
was, sitting on the settee next to Peter and Carol on the floor between
us. It wasn't long before Carol had Peter's erection out and was sucking on
it as we watched him fucking me. I couldn't help but play with myself as I
saw it; and them two next to me. It wasn't long before Peter arched his
back and Carol took his semen straight down. She then turned to me and
spreading my legs, I let her lick me to an orgasm while Peter kissed and
fondled my breasts.

     When the video finished, Carol said, somewhat petulantly,

     `Well you two got your rocks off on that.' Peter pulled her up onto
his lap.

     `Sorry darling,' giving her a kiss on the nose, `we'll do something
later. But what did you think of the film Angela? Pretty good eh!'

     `Yes! It was very exciting. It's the first time I've seen myself doing
it, and well, you two were absolutely marvellous.' I said, thinking it was
a rather poor example of any sex film that I've ever seen. As if reading my
mind, he carried on, `But that is just the unedited copy. Just wait until
I've cut it about a bit, then see what it should be.' He sat back looking
smug, and he was right.

     When we saw the new copy the next week, it was a vast improvement on
the original. Though much shortened having no real story line, it still
looked good. I was very pleased the way that I looked, and performed, and
had the temerity to say so.

     `Of course you were good. Not only good, but also terrific.' he said.

     `Fabulous,' gushed Carol, `you've the makings of a star!'

     `That's just what they said,' Peter burst out.

     `Who? Who?' demanded Carol. `You haven't been showing this around,
have you?'

     At least he had probity to admit that two fellows had seen it. `But it
was only a bit that they saw,' he protested, his face very red, `and I
didn't tell them who it was in the film. Just...just...two very good
friends,' he finished lamely.

     `So they knew it was you in the film? Dressed in my underwear and
all?' Carol sarcastically said.

     `I cut that part out,' he replied quietly, `well I couldn't let them
see me like that! Could I? I didn't know they had come up behind me as I
was running it.'

     I was sitting with a glass of wine in my hand next to Peter, keeping
quiet, as Carol stormed up and down the room.

     `Great! Just fucking great! Your mates at work seeing me perform.' She
took a gulp of her red wine, spilling quite a lot down the front of her
shirt, her hardened nipples showing through the damp patches as her chest
heaved as she shouted at him.

     `Hold on a moment,' Peter shouting her down, and getting up, grabbed
her arms and swung her round to plonk her down next to me. `Now listen!
Just listen,' he said, holding out his hand, palm thrust forward. `Listen!'

     Carol quietened and took another swig from her glass. I reached over
and covered her hand with mine.

     `As it happens, they were not mates of mine, but one is a film
director and the other a producer. They had come into the room to view some
other work and saw some of this tape. I didn't know then, but I do now. Mr
Cohen just happens to finance pornographic films and Doug Williams has
actually written and directed such films. And they said they liked what
they had seen.'

     He broke off and went to the table and refilled his glass and brought
the bottle round and topped up mine and filled Carol's.

     `They liked it so much, they want you both to meet them with a view to
making some professional films. Well! What do think of that?' He rocked
back on his heels looking very smug.

     `No fucking way!' shouted Carol, starting to struggle up from the
settee, I held her back. She tried to shake her arm free, but I held her
tightly so gave up the struggle and just looked at him.

     `You want to be a pimp? Is that it? You want the world to see your
wife doing...doing...?'

     `How much?' I said quietly, `how much are they offering?'

     `Ah ha,' exclaimed Peter, his arm shot out towards me. Unfortunately,
it was the hand with the wine glass in it and most of the contents landed
in my lap.

     `Sorry, sorry,' he said, trying to wipe my lap. I stood up.

     `Do you mind if I take my skirt off?'

     Without waiting for an answer, I unclipped it and took it off and sat
back down. I was wearing my knickers so I didn't think it mattered.

     `Where was I? Oh yes! How much? Would you believe four hundred pounds
per film?'

     I instantly wet my pants. Not pee, but almost an orgasm. That sudden
sharp thrill that went through me caused my juices to flow. Peter saw it,
saw the darkening of my pants and knew.

     `There! That's excited you, hasn't it? It did the same to me!'

     `Not for me,' said Carol, `not for a million. What about you Angela?'

     `Carol, I've never seen a hundred pounds, let alone four!'

     My hand went down and stroked my wet front. `I...I liked what we did,
and if I could be paid that much for doing what I did like doing, well...'
I took her hand and put it between my legs.

     `Feel. That's just at the mention of how much that this is worth.'

     Her fingers stroked the wetness outside of my pants and then slid
under the fabric and entered me. I eased myself back, opening my legs a bit
wider. Her fingers finding, and playing with my clit.

     `Four hundred pounds per film,' I said dreamily, opening my legs wider
still, letting her finger fuck me. `Oh Carol, please, please me.'

     I felt her slide off the settee and my pants being pulled down, and
then she was in between my thighs, her tongue taking over from her
fingers. I opened my eyes and saw Peter standing there watching us, his
erection clearly showing inside his trousers. I beckoned him over, opening
and closing my mouth of which he understood the meaning. Dropping his
trousers and falling to his knees in front of me, thrust his organ
violently into my mouth. So much so, that the foreskin rolled back. I
clamped my teeth down to prevent him choking me, then let my tongue rove
round the throbbing head of his cock. It was difficult holding his
thrusting
  penis in my mouth as I was then having my own orgasm, my thighs clamped
tightly around Carol's head as I did so, and then to have my mouth swamped
with his coming. I loved it. That thick cream spurting into my mouth and
swallowing it as it came in spasmodic jerks. Carol licking and slurping at
the same time.

     Well that seemed to seal the pact. We finally talked Carol round to at
least seeing the producer, and we went on to make four films together
before Carol `bowed' out as it were. But I'm jumping slightly ahead of
myself.

     Peter acted as our agent when we met him, not letting it be known that
Carol was his wife.

     We met Mr Cohen, Abe, he wanted us to call him, in his small office in
Soho. Well let's face it, Soho was the sleaze capital then. It's a bit
cleaner now, but that was where we met and discussed our futures.

     Abe was prepared to finance the films, a minimum of four, subject to
our screen tests being directed by Doug Williams, passed their criteria. I
was, as was Carol, disgusted at having to be subjected to an examination by
a doctor to declare us free from any transmittable disease. On reflection,
as all that participated in the films underwent the same, I think it was
right. Also we were asked if we had any hang-ups? Such as colour,
circumcision, anal sex, fellatio, cunnilingus etc. We shook our
  heads.

     `Er,' I put up my hand to interrupt him, `There is one thing.'

     `Yes? What?' Abe asked, a touch irritable at being interrupted.

     `No animals!'

     `Yes. No animals,' chipped in Carol.

     `We don't use animals. They don't behave properly,' he replied
somewhat haughtily. `Now we'll do the screen tests tomorrow, alright?'

     I looked at Carol, and she nodded, so I did the same.

     `Fine. Ten o'clock it is then. Upstairs. Okay?' he asked. Again we
both nodded. At that, Carol and I left to do a little bit of shopping,
leaving Peter to sort out the finance side of things. He met us an hour
later at a nearby pub as we had previously arranged. With our few
purchases, we sat and had a beer each as he told us the terms agreed.

     If we passed the screen tests, we would be paid four hundred pounds
each up front for the first film, and then another four hundred per film
after processing for a contract of four films in total. Peter then coughed
and said, somewhat apologetically, that the agents fee (him), should get
twenty five per cent as Abe said.

     `Like fuck you are!' Carol remonstrated, `we do the work and you take
that much! No way! Ten per cent. Take it or leave it, and I'm speaking for
Angela as well.'

     `Okay, okay, I didn't think you would go for twenty five, but I'll
settle for ten,' Peter said with a grin. `Well let's toast a profitable
partnership.'

     We raised and clinked glasses together and drank to the toast. Next
day, we were back in Abe's office just before ten, and it was decided that
I would go on up first. So I left them and climbed up the narrow staircase
to the next floor and timidly knocked on the door and went in.

     It was a wild confusion of cables and lamps and cameras surrounding a
well lit large double bed. It took a few moments for my eyes to be
accustomed to the surrounding gloom to find four other people were in the
room, talking in one corner.

     `Hi!' was the welcome from Doug, as he came out into the light, hand
outstretched. We shook hands. `Angela is it?' At my nod, still holding my
hand, half turned and beckoned the others forward. Releasing my hand he
introduced me. Colin, cameraman, Stephen, lighting, Wally the soundman and
Wallis, my co-star for the test.

     I shook hands with each of them but only having eyes for the man who
was to all intents, going to fuck me in front of the camera within the next
few minutes. He was about six foot four, dark wavy hair, strong chin and
light brown eyes. He looked quite well built, but it was difficult to tell
because of the tracksuit he was wearing.

     `Are you nervous?' Doug asked.

     I gulped and nodded.

     `Don't be. I know that this is your first time, but you have nothing
to worry about.' He gave a short laugh, `the best way to go about it, is to
relax, lie back, and enjoy it. The main thing is look as though you are
enjoying it. If at any time you want to call a halt, say so.'

    I glanced around at the other men there, he saw my head movement, and
answered my question before I had really formulated it.

     `They are professionals. It's all part of a day's work. They've seen
it all before. Now don't worry. There's a screen over there. Go and get
undressed. There's a robe there as well. Put it on and come over to the bed
and I'll run through what we are going to do.'

     I went as directed, and behind the screen, I undressed and put on the
robe. My thoughts were somewhat in a turmoil. Was I doing the right thing?
Could I perform the sex act in front of strangers? Would I freeze? Have
hysterics etc? Buck up, I told myself. This is what you wanted, so with a
shake of my head, I emerged from behind the screen and went out into the
strong lights and sat on the bed.

     I saw Wallis come from behind another screen which I hadn't noticed
before, wearing a robe the same as me and came over and sat next to
me. Doug came and stood in front of us.

     `Now Wallis has done this before, so follow his lead. There are three
camera's running at the same time. One will be focused on your face. One is
for the long shots, the other is on Wallis.' He squatted down before me,
his hand was on my knee.

     `Now I want you two to get acquainted. The camera will be rolling in a
few minutes and you'll hear me give some directions. Don't look at the
camera or me. Just follow what I say. So start off with a little kissing,
touch him and rouse him and then fuck. Okay?'

      He got up and walked out of the light. Wallis also stood and held out
his hand to me. I took it and stood up before him. He slowly shrugged off
his robe and let itfall to the floor. I could not help but look down past
his large chest to what made him star in these films. He was quite well
hung as the saying goes.

     His hands pulled my head up so that he could kiss me. He then pushed
my robe off my shoulders so that too fell to the floor, and held me away
from him and looked down at my body. I saw his eyes widen slightly as he
saw the size of my breasts. They did seem huge, as I saw on the film later,
when you take into account my height, small waist and slim hips. Anyway, as
his eyes travelled down my body, I couldn't help but see that I affected
him. His penis quickly swelled and this throbbing organ swayed before me. I
moved back and quickly lay back on the bed. My insides were quivering, I
was wet between my thighs as I watched him kneel on the side of the bed,
his erection bobbing as he posed for the camera.

     I had forgotten about the camera as I watched him move between my
legs, which, as a mesmerised rabbit before a predator, I could only
automatically react and open them.

     On the film, my mouth was parted and my tongue flicked in and out,
wetting my lips. My eyes were shining as I looked at him shuffling up in
between my legs.

     Lying back there, legs wide, I opened my arms as he came forward and
kissed me. I raised my hips up and felt the head of his cock nuzzle my
opening.

     `Drop the left leg' I heard Doug call out, `Roll slightly to the left
Wallis, ...slow... slow... and enter!'

     With one hand massaging my left breast, Wallis slowly started to push
his throbbing cock inside me. Even though it went in easily due to my being
sopping wet, I could still feel the strength of him as he slowly filled
me. I tossed about a bit to take in as much as I could in my restricted
position.

     It was glorious. That cock was scratching my itch. I think I pumped as
hard, if not harder than he did. His hips were moving as fast as he could,
pushing into me as we fucked.

     I came did I not? I came in buckets. I think it threw him a bit as my
rhythms changed as I came. It must have also turned him on, because he
immediately pulled out and, without using his fist, let his cock jerk out
its sperm in streaming spurts over my stomach.

     Without thinking, my hand went down and smeared his come over my
stomach and up and over my tits, and then trailing one finger up to my
mouth and sucking on it.

     `Cut! Cut!' shouted Doug. `Great. Just great Angela. I've never done a
better screen test.'

     Wallis flopped down beside me, his hand still holding my breast, and
whispered in my ear.

     `Honey, that was great. One of the best. I think that you and I could
go a long way'

     I lay back there, thinking that I was going to like this business. A
towel was thrown at me which I used to wipe myself down and then went
behind the screen and got dressed.

     I said thank you to everybody, and went back down stairs to Abe's
office and said that I thought it was Carol's turn.

     `How did it go?' queried Carol.

     `I think it went well. Just let yourself go. You'll see.'

     Abe motioned to Carol that it was her turn, and she left the office I
cannot remember what we said in the office waiting for Carol to finish her
screen test, but it wasn't long before she was back down with us.

     `Well!' I demanded, `what did you do.' She told me, but it was better
when I saw the test.

     She was facing a young slim man and slowly disrobed in front of him
till she stood there naked. She then undid his shirt buttons and pulled it
off, throwing it to one side. Then undid his belt and dropped his trousers
and pushed him back till he fell into an armchair. Grabbing his erection,
she took him into her mouth and frenched him.

     She then turned round, kneeling on the floor, while he came and
entered her from behind. The film flashed backwards and forwards on her
heaving, swinging breasts, to his prick going in and out of her fanny. The
climax was of him pulling out and using his hand to jerk himself off over
her lower back.

     I must admit, that of the two rushes, I think mine was the best, but
they were both very good, and Abe said that we were hired.

     Carol said to me later, that she wasn't very happy with the way she
was directed and that it was degrading, being used that way.

     `Carol! For sixteen hundred pounds, four pictures, I don't give a
shit! Think of it! All that for four weeks work. Look at it as just being a
job. Let's just do the four pictures and think again. Let's see if they
will at least make one where the two of us are together, eh?'

     `I suppose you're right, but I still don't feel happy about it.'

     She wasn't. Carol made just the four films that they wanted, and bowed
out of the picture (no pun intended).

     I was still doing my cleaning stints along the way. I couldn't at that
time pass up the only income I was getting. Apart from the small bonuses
from Derek and the like.

     It was two weeks before I was called to make my first film, and what a
load of crap it was. I must apologise to all of my fans for that film. It
was the worst story line, the worst directed and the worst acted by my
co-stars, and lastly for my own performance in that pathetic piece of
celluloid that was ever processed.

     I was under contract and could do no more than what I was directed to
do. "Patient Care" was awful. I cringe when it is talked about, my debut,
and for those who have been fortunate enough to miss it, I'll give you the
rundown of the film.

     (This film became a collector's item in its original format and is now
worth a small fortune. Ed.)

     The film opens in a hospital room with the patient (Tim Hawks), lying
in a bed, connected by various tubes to some machine by the side. The door
opens and a nurse (me) enters and goes to the machine and twiddles a dial
and then looks down at the patient.

     The uniform is too tight and my tits are literally bursting out of
it. I gently smooth his brow and then fiddle with the sheets as the doctor
(Ty Banks) walks in. He picks up the chart, makes a note and replaces
it. Then beckons me to one side.

     `Everything about the patient is fine. Heart beat, pulse, all
normal. But not mine. Every time I see you my pulse and heartbeat
increase.' He moves in closer. `You should be looking after the healthy,
not the sick. Me you should be looking after.'

     His hand grabs mine and thrusts it up into his crotch. `Feel that!
That is what you do to me.'

     I have to stand there passively while he opens the front of my uniform
and exposes my tits. I have to breathe fast to make my breasts heave. I act
as though I am being excited at him kissing my nipples as he gouges my
breasts with his fingers.

     `Do something for me,' he whispers as he unbuckles his belt and drops
his trousers letting his erection bounce out into view.

     I gasp at the size of it (?), and sink to my knees with a look of
adoration on my face and avidly take it into my mouth and with vigorous
movements, give him head. With the help of my hand, he soon comes to the
point of ejaculation, and pulling out of my mouth, comes all over my chin,
neck and breasts.

     Expressions of joy as his shit hits all over me. He then zips up and
leaves the room. I, suddenly all clean, put away my breasts and also leave
the room.

     Next scene is of me entering the room with a bowl, which I place on
the table next to the patient. Bed bath time. I fold back the sheet down to
his knees (he is naked), exposing his flaccid penis against his thigh. I
take a sponge from the bowl and start at his chest and move down and over
his stomach. As I am washing around his genitals, he starts to get an
erection. I take a towel and dry his fully erect cock and then bend and
take it into my mouth. Lots of close up shots of me sucking and licking
this throbbing penis.

     I don't appear to hear the door open and the doctor walks in. He comes
up behind me and lifts up the short hem of my uniform exposing my
backside. (What nurse goes to work without her knickers on?)

     `Don't stop what you are doing.' He says, as he unzips and pulls out
his erection. `It's good therapy'

     So I keep on sucking on the patient while he spreads me apart, showing
my glistening vulva, and slowly enters me from behind.

     Don't get me wrong. Banal as the script was, I enjoyed it. They didn't
have to spray my sex with water, it was natural juices that was filmed. I
enjoyed sucking that huge cock while being fucked. In fact I actually came
twice during that scene.

     I would much rather have swallowed Tim's sperm, as I liked the taste
of him, but for the director, I had to let it shoot out over his stomach,
which I then had to lick off. Meanwhile, the doctor pulled out and shot his
load all over my arse. I tell you now, he didn't have to lick it off, nor
did he offer to wipe it off after either.

     Next scene, (three. There were only four scenes to the film). The
patient is awake as I enter the room and thanks me for what I did for him
earlier. I protest that he was asleep but he details what happened and
would like to return the compliment by licking me out. The camera zooms in
to the bed sheet that is heaving over his erection.

     I am shown looking at it and then disrobing completely, and pulling
down the sheet, expose him to the camera. I climb onto the bed and present
my backside to his face. The camera alternates between us in the sixty-nine
position. Him licking me out, and me sucking him off. I must say that my
breasts looked magnificent as they slowly swung back and forth as we
performed. Again, I had to let his load shoot out from the eye of his
penis, onto the sheets this time. But his glistening face was from me.

     The final scene was him as he was leaving the room on crutches,
thanking us both for the treatment he had received from our hands. He
winked at me as he said this. The final shot being of him leaving the room
and the doctor's hand up the back of my uniform showing my arse as we said
goodbye.

     That was my first film. It was quite some time, after I had completed
my four films, before I found out that they sold twenty five thousand
copies of "Patient Care" at ten pounds each. Considering that they only
used one set with the minimum expense on props. Fees for three actors and
other help, didn't come anywhere near the profit side of the business. But
I am jumping ahead of myself.

     That film was completed in six days (the studs had to have time to
recover). The next three were completed over the next three
months. "Snowbound", which I bought up the rights and remade later with my
own company, "Twilight" which I wish to forget, and "Girl's Dorm" which I
made with Carol as co-star.

     This was basically a lesbian film of schoolgirls at night in their
dormitory, again, at a later date, I bought the script and after rewriting
it, made nearly half a million with the world sales.

     But again, I am jumping ahead. I was still doing my cleaning stint for
the agency. Epsom was growing up fast and I was then still living with
Mike, though this came to an end during this period. He was the reason that
it took three months for me to complete my contract.

     I had just finished the first film, and was still trying to keep up
with my cleaning commitments.

     I was getting home exhausted. Yes, I did go out a couple of times for
a drink with Mike and the other girls, but he was starting to be a bit more
demanding. That I be home on time to cook his meals, why wasn't his ironing
done in time for him to go down to the pub.

     Lots of little things that he kept throwing at me till I blew up.
Telling him what a parasite he was, so on and so forth.

     He then hit me. A roundhouse that I didn't see coming. Just below my
left eye his fist caught me. It laid me out. I came to with Epsom bathing
my face with a wet flannel, he wasn't there, he'd stormed out of the flat.
With Epsom's help, I got to the bathroom and saw what he had done. My eye
was closed and the flesh surrounding it had already gone purple. That put
paid to any filming for six weeks till it had subsided enough for me to
continue. But in the meantime, I kicked him out.

     My name was mud down at the pub, until I finally out-shouted the
locals and told them the truth about Mike. That he was a drunkard and
lecher, and that all was interested in was these! I then gave them all a
flash of my boobs.

     I pulled aside the straps of the halter I was wearing and let them all
have a good look at my tits.

     What an uproar!

     I'm proud of what I've got, and I let them see what they had all been
longing to see for years. I bared my breasts for them to feast their eyes
upon, telling them that this is all that Mike was concerned about. Not me
as a person, but just his female with the biggest tits in the locality.

     I was a bit pissed, I admit, but I couldn't resist my own expression
of my liberation, my throwing off the yoke of repression; being free to do
what I wanted and when I wanted.

     But standing there in the pub with my halter around my waist and my
tits standing out proud, I felt great. Let the bastards see what they had
been trying to glimpse these years past, a pair of mammeries that they had
only dreamed about or seen in those cheap girlie mags. Here they were in
the flesh. The next time they would see these, would be if they got their
hands on the films that I later made.

     Well I told them what an ass-hole Mike was and that we were no longer
a pair. You wouldn't believe the offers that I received after that
statement, all of which I declined.

     After throwing Mike's things out into the street, I told Epsom that it
was just us two against the world, and that I would see that she would get
the best that I could get her. But! And I made this quite clear to her,
that she would have to do her part and do as she was told. Such as attend
school, no matter what, and that she would have a minder to look after her
while I was working. I would be home at night to be with her, but that I
was now working on something that would ensure us a good future.

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