Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 05:21:45 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Star is Porn. Part Seven.

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

  Part Seven.

     With the help of Beverley, she and I worked together quite often on
jobs for the agency, she would look after Epsom when I was off filming. I
did ask Beverley if she would like to appear in one of our films, but she
declined.

     Well the second film was "Snowbound", which I have already said, later
bought the rights and made a bloody good film out of it, but that will come
later.

     The third film, "Twilight" was about two prostitutes, me being one of
them, on the game in London. The least said about this one, the better. My
last film under my contract was "Girls' Dorm" which I made with Carol. As
the title implies, it was basically a lesbian orientated film, but with a
few rampant cocks thrust in. They went a bit over budget with this. Eight
girls, two male tutors and one female. As to be expected, most of the
action took place in the dormitory, with a few scenes in the bedrooms of
the tutors.

     The film opens in the classroom with all eight girls present wearing
very revealing uniforms. The camera roves around the room focusing on the
half open blouses, then scanning the desk-tops where the girls are drawing
explicit sexual acts, passing them on and giggling. It stops at one desk
where a girl is looking at a photo of a quite well known soap opera
star. The camera pans down and under the desk to see her hand frigging
herself as she drools over the picture.

     A bell sounds in the distant signalling the end of class and the girls
all leave the room. A brief scene of them eating their supper and then it
cuts to the girls entering the dormitory.

      Lots of film on the girls undressing for bed. Then lights
out. Rumbles of thunder and flashes of lightening herald the start of the
action. Carol jumps out of her bed and comes over to mine and climbs in
with me. She is frightened and I have to calm her down with an emphasis on
my stroking her very intensively that progresses to our kissing each other
and then she starts to move down my body, kissing her way over my breasts
and down to my pubes.

     We didn't fake anything at all. I thoroughly enjoyed it, as did
Carol. We finished up in the sixty-nine position, giving the camera
everything we could.

     Other scenes followed showing two teachers having it away. Other girls
in bed together and one where I was beaten with a cane before having
sex. They said that they would fake the caning, adding in the sound effects
afterwards, but I said no. I wanted it to be real, (plus, I wanted to
experience this).

     I entered the staff room where one of the tutors was sitting in an
armchair, the other, (they were both men), stood to one side with a cane in
his hand.

     `What you did deserves this,' said the man with the cane.

     Though what had been done to deserve this, was not made quite clear in
the film.

     `Put your hands on the chair and bend over.'

     He indicated the arm of the chair where the other teacher was
sitting. A small smile is to be seen on his face as I place my hands on the
arm and bent over, legs spread. I felt the hem of my skirt lifted and
thrown up onto my waist. My knickers were of the skimpiest material
possible and every contour could be seen.

     I heard the swish of the cane and, Christ did I jump? My bum was
instantly on fire. Tears came to my eyes as I felt the heat of the blow
burn through my belly. The second made me jump again and I orgasmed. I
gripped the arm of chair as I shuddered my way through the wave of lust and
passion that wracked me. I could feel my juices running down my thighs as
my bum burned. I could also see that the teacher seated was excited. His
erection was straining against the fabric of his trousers, and his hand
went down and slid down the zipper. With my legs trembling, my arms
shaking, I awaited the next blow as I watched the movement
  inside the trousers beneath my eyes.

     At the stinging third stroke of the cane, I let go of the arm and
thrust my hand inside of the trousers and pulled out this enormous cock and
hungrily sucked on it as the burning heat spread further up into my
body. With my elbows resting on the arm, I now held it with both hands as I
greedily sucked and chewed on this throbbing flesh.

     I didn't hear, but felt the flimsy piece of material being pulled
aside as the other tutor slipped his length into me. He entered easily and
my vaginal muscles clamped around his shaft as he fully penetrated. It was
lovely. His hands held my hips as he moved in and out of me. I orgasmed
again as he fucked me while I rammed as much of the other into my
throat. It wasn't until the one behind me suddenly withdrew and started
shooting his come all over my bum, that I remembered that I had to let the
cock in my mouth spring free so that the camera could catch the spurting of
his come which was directed at my face, but I managed
  to catch most of it in mid flight as it were.

    I couldn't sit down for two days after that. It really turned me on,
but it's not something that I wanted to do again.

     I now had sixteen hundred pounds in the bank, well nearly, taking off
Peter's commission. Our four film contract was finished and we were now
free to pick and choose what film's we wanted to do. Carol said that she
had liked the experience, but wouldn't make any more, she would go back to
designing.

     I spoke with Abe and said that I would be doing my own negotiating
from then on and wouldn't be making any more films for less than eight
hundred pounds per film, this he agreed, but couldn't secure a percentage
of the profits. Take it or leave it, he said. I bit my tongue and agreed,
but with the proviso that I could pick those that I wanted to do. We
bickered over this for a bit, and settled that as long I did four films
over the year, I could pick what four I would do. I was satisfied with
  this, because I had already started a plan to build my own company and
run my filming career when I had sufficient capital behind me. So within
another year, I would have two and half thousand pounds and I hoped enough
knowledge of the business to be able to do it myself.

     In the meantime, I still carried on with the cleaning agency. It was
about this time that I caught a very well known M.P. and an eminent surgeon
in bed together. No names, no pack drill.

     It was the flat of Mark Turner, name changed for obvious reasons. I
didn't twig at the time that he was gay. The flat was immaculate. He must
have been one of these people who clean up before the cleaner comes in, and
believe me, there are a lot like that. Not that it was so clean, but it had
the atmosphere of hotel accommodation. Used, but not `lived' in, if you
know what I mean. No papers, magazines, etc. Books on the shelves that did
not look as though they had ever been opened. No pictures, mementoes or
anything to give the place an identity.

     The wardrobe and dresser containing well cut suits, shirts and
expensive underwear. Basically, all I had to do was the washing of the
contents of the linen basket, tumble dry it, and then iron, and clean the
bathroom. Though I also stripped the bed and remade it with fresh
sheets. It was the number of sheets, semen stained, that led me to believe
that he was gay.

     This particular day I had gone in much earlier than I normally do, as
I wanted to get this job out of the way so that I could get off to Carol's
place.

     The place was quiet, as normal, but, well, the nitty gritty of it was
that I saw Mark having it off with another man. The whole works of both of
them sucking on each other's erections before seeing this other man fuck
our Mark up the arse.

      There were big exhalations of breath as they finished and they both
collapsed down onto the sheets. I was enthralled at this exhibition of male
copulation, but at the same time felt that I shouldn't be intruding. I
moved back and caught a small table in the hall with my hip. This caused a
figurine to wobble and make a small noise as it rattled on the table.

     I heard a muffled curse from the bedroom, as I turned and fled down to
the kitchen. There I quickly put on the kettle, little water so that it
would boil quickly and made myself a cup of coffee. I had drunk nearly half
of it before Mark came in. He was very flustered and busied himself by
making his own coffee. He visibly flinched when we heard the front door
open and close.

     `I...I...forgot you were due today. Did...did.. did you see...?'

     I nodded, eyes downcast.

     `Oh my God,' he said, sitting down and holding his head in his
hands. His coffee cup between his elbows.

     `Did...did you see him?'

     I nodded, but as he was looking down at the table, I said, in a low
whisper, `Yes'.

     `Were you upstairs? Did you see?' a note of despair in his voice.

     I couldn't help but reach out my hand and cover his. `I was, I
did. But please, please,' I squeezed his hand. `Don't take it to
heart. What I saw and heard, goes no further,' (I obviously lied. though at
the time I wasn't going to say anything).

     `I'm sorry you had to see that,' he wailed.

     `No. It was my fault! I should have made a noise of some sort,' I
protested, `I should have made myself known.'

     `No, no. It was my fault. I forgot it was your day for
cleaning. He... he doesn't normally stay over during the week. It's usually
during the weekend. But they had a late sitting last night, and I suggested
that he stay here for the night instead of the club. Oh God, what have I
done?' He wailed again. He raised his tear stained face and grasped my
hands. `You won't tell anybody, will you?' he begged. `It would ruin him.'

     `Of course not Mark!' I said sharply to him. I softened my voice and
went on. `We girls see a lot in the course of cleaning, but we never
tell. What goes on in their own homes is private. What two adults do is
their own business, nobody else's. You can trust me Mark.' I held his hands
tightly. `Believe when I say that I've seen too many people with secrets
that bottle it up inside. They fret and worry and make themselves sick
because of it, for not being able to talk out their problems.'

     `You're right,' Mark whispered, `so right. I've have been worrying
myself sick of late. Not for me, but for David...Oh. Oh, but you know
him. I'm worried about what would happen to him if it got out that he was
gay.'

     `How did it start,' I asked softly, not wanting him to stop speaking.

     `With David?' he queried.

     `No. The first time for you,' I said softly. (Now this story has
already been related in the book `The Cleaner', but I want to record it
here as I almost used it verbatim for the film that I directed, called `Gay
Love'. David gave his permission for me to film his story as long as there
was the usual obscurities as to identities.)

     I made the film as a quasi-documentary of a young man going from
puberty into manhood but finding that he preferred men to women. At the
time of going to press, we've sold just over three and half million copies
on video, and the orders are still coming in. It's been said that if it was
allowed to be entered at Cannes, it could come out on top.

     But yet again I've jumped ahead in time. To round off Mark's story,
everything worked out fine, and David came out of the closet as it were and
the pair of them are now living happily together quite openly.

     Well, over the year I made the four films for Abe, for the collector,
they were, "Nurse", a variation on "Patient Care". "Whore's in Store",
romps in the stock room and manager's office. "Twilight" which portrayed a
call girl and the last was "Whiplash".

     In this I wore a tight fitting leather suit with holes for my breasts
to hang out and it was crotch-less, and I got to wield the whip on the poor
hapless girls. The dialogue was terrible, as was the direction. A crack of
the whip and an imperious command,

     `Kneel and eat me!' I'm standing with legs apart for this young naked
Eurasian girl to crawl forward and start to tongue my pussy. Basically a
lesbian-sadism film.

     These were the four films that fulfilled my contract and netted me
almost what I needed. Also during that year, I had a surprise windfall. Now
I am not a gambler! Well not really. The odd bob on the `National' is my
usual. I'll gamble with life, but not with money, or that was my philosophy
up until then. Well on a whim when getting some cigarettes one day, I asked
for one of those scratch cards as well. Bugger me if it didn't
win. £15,000 it was. I think I screamed the shop down when I realised
what I had won. This also went into the bank adding more fuel to the fire
to produce my own films of this genre.

     In the making of the last three films, we had the same cameraman, Karl
Marks. (His father was a rabid Socialist, and insisted that he be
christened Karl.) During the breaks in filming, this was to let the men
recover, I got chatting to him and found that he was getting bored with
filming the same crap over and over again.

     `Doesn't it turn you on?' I asked. I was sitting on the edge of a bed,
completely naked, very unladylike with my legs wide apart, smoking a
cigarette. I had by now, lost my inhibitions about being naked in front of
men, and as you will have noticed, started to smoke.

     `Well...it did at first. Or when a new kitten comes before the lens.'
He laughed while explaining that he was referring to what they called a new
girl, not her orgasm.

     `Did you react to me?' I asked, not coyly, but as a direct question.

     `Yes,' he replied shyly, `of course. You've got a lovely body and a
beautiful photogenic face. I got a hard on the first time I saw you through
the lens.'

     `You've got one now, talking about it,' I said, reaching out a hand
and rubbing it down the front of his jeans. I stubbed out my cigarette and
reached forward and unzipped him. I saw his head swivel round the small
studio set.

     `Don't worry about them. They won't be back for another ten minutes
yet,' I said as I pulled his erection free from his pants.

     `This is me saying thank you,' as I took him into my mouth and sucked
on him. He was excited. Three or four hand movements, mouth and tongue, and
he went rigid and grasped my head as he let loose his load. I took it all
and licked him as I looked up and saw the dreamy smile on his face.

     `We can go further later,' I said as I folded him back inside his
pants and stood up and kissed him. I know now that the expression in his
face, or I should say, the softness of his eyes, which I was to see in many
men, showed that he was in love. It seems trite to say it, but men did fall
in love with me very easily. Maybe love is too strong a word, but then
adoration is much stronger, so I think it must be a cross between the two.

     Suffice it to say, that at the end of the last film, we had a damn
good old fashion fuck, and that sealed his fate because when I later asked
him to be my chief cameraman he jumped at what I offered.

     Not complete control of the filming as that would stay in my hands as
the owner, but that I was prepared to listen to his suggestions when I was
directing my own films as to how certain scenes should be photographed. It
was an unconscious decision on my part, but it paid dividends in the long
run. I made it a point to stress to the girls that were to appear in our
films, that if Karl wanted `a bit', he was to be
  accommodated. As the girls were being fucked on a regular basis by the
film's stud, what was one more on the side?

     So when I set up Venus Pictures, Karl was at my side. He readily
agreed to my terms. He would get ten per cent of the gross instead of
wages. Was party to the selection of `actors/actresses' by way of the
screen tests, and able to fuck whichever, when he wanted to. Myself was the
exclusion as I picked with whom I fucked, male or female.

     Though when he found out that he had to edit and also help in the
marketing, he wanted more of a share, so we finally agreed on fifteen per
cent.

     I had now finished with the cleaning agency and threw myself into the
business of making pornographic films for a steadily increasing market. I
spelt out my ideas and the way we should progress in the making of these
films. Financially, we were unstable, but with prudence and daring, a
contradiction in terms, we should go for a bloody good film, but make it as
cheap as possible.

      The first thing was to find a place suitable as a studio. I didn't
want just two rooms in some sleazy tenement, but a proper commercial unit
so that we could at least build some sets to be permanent and some
alterable to fit the scenario. This was my chore. Karl's was to find, as
cheap as possible, lighting, cameras, editing equipment and the like. We
found a friendly second-hand furniture dealer who would rent us what
furniture we would require on a short-term hire.

      Though we had discussed a commercial unit, I decided that we would be
under too close a scrutiny, so looked for something more out of the way
that would suitable. What a frustrating week that was, driving round Kent,
Surrey and Sussex. (I had by now passed my driving test and had a small
banger.) I was into my second week and I had just decided to go home, when
I spotted a large, somewhat neglected barn well off a small country lane
and next to an equally disreputable farmhouse. I turned off onto the track
for a closer inspection. It was ideal!

      It took me two days to track down the owner, who happened to be the
farmer on the adjacent property. The estate agent told me that he was a
widower, no children, running his farm as best as he could given the
present climate in the field of agriculture. (Sorry. Couldn't pass up on
that pun.)

      So next day I visited this farmer. I wasn't exactly dressed to kill,
but I had the thought of seduction in mind to get what I wanted.

      Boy! What a tough bastard he turned out to be. I got the lease at a
peppercorn rent, but at a cost. He had to know exactly what the barn was
going to be used for, and exacted his price! The fact that it would be just
a nominal rent was what swayed me. I would make sure that he was serviced
once a week by one of the girls, or if pushed, one of the boys. It
eventually turned out that he fancied the boys more than the girls, so I
lined up a steady supply for him. I got my own back on him by filming some
of his sessions and settled the whole business by not being charged any
rent at all.

      But before this happened, I had to get it started. That was me! I had
him sign the papers first before I did a striptease before him, and then go
down on my knees before this old fool and pull out his tool and give him
the blow-job of his life.

      Imagine it. This be-whiskered old fart sitting back in his filthy old
armchair, stinking of cheap whisky and cigarette smoke laying down his
terms. I swallowed my pride as well as his semen as I unzipped him and
pulled out his limp withered tool, brought it to an erection, and gave him
the head of his life. I thought the old bastard had passed away, he went so
rigid, but as I wiped my lips on the tail end of his shirt, he smiled and
said that we could have the barn and house.

      Karl couldn't understand it when I got back to the flat we were
temporarily using, and literally flung him to the floor and fucked the life
out of him.

    `That was great,' he said, `but I don't understand?'

      He did when I told him. `So be grateful,' I replied, opening my legs
wider. Obedient Karl did as he was told, and bent his head down and sucked
me, bringing me to a great orgasm that flowed out round his mouth. I
quickly pulled him up and let him enter me again.

     I was singing with joy. I had got my studio to be, and Karl was
becoming an expert in the art of fucking. I was beginning to enjoy his
weight on me as his cock reamed my insides, filling me completely, giving
me satisfaction that I hadn't felt for a long time.

      Karl had done his part by getting us the necessary equipment, so now
it left us to get the barn into shape as a studio. It was costly but worth
it. We had a professional firm come in to sound proof the place and get the
electricity sorted out. But from then on, we had a couple of carpenters
come in as and when we wanted them to erect the sets that we required for
the film currently being made. Some of the sets were permanent, but they
set up the others as required. They were not privy to what we were doing.

      So there we were one evening, just the two of us. In our sound-proof
studio, with the lights only on a made up bedroom scene.

      `What do you think?' I asked of Karl as I poured us both a glass of
wine, and then gestured about me with my hand. `Do you think we can do it?'

      He caught the tremulous vibrations in my voice, and took hold of my
hand and pulled me down onto the bed with him.

      `Angela! You have done wonders over these last couple of weeks. You
should be proud of what you have done, and I am proud to be with you,' he
said as he pulled me back onto the bed. I knew what he wanted and what was
going to happen, so I let him lay me back and slowly unbutton my blouse. He
couldn't resist my large breasts and was soon nuzzling them, taking each
nipple in turn into his mouth and sucking on them till they stood out like
rocks. Nor did I stop him from kissing me down from them to my stomach and
tugging down my skirt and panties, to continue his kissing. When his
licking of my clitoris aroused me enough, I pulled
  him up so that he could enter me.

     His rigid cock filled me as he easily slipped in. My legs went round
his waist as I strained to pull as much of him as I could inside of me. His
heavy weight crushing my chest was heaven as he started to move his hips,
his cock rasping my inside as he moved in and out, the heat building up as
he did so. I started to move in unison with him, both thrusting against
each other till we came in a mutual explosion. Each straining against the
other, grinding groin to groin as we both climaxed.

      We lay exhausted together on the bed in one of our bedroom sets and
started to talk of our next move. Story! This I perked up at and leaned
over him, my naked breast brushing against his chest. Stories galore, I
told him. After relating half a dozen he cried wolf.

      `They're all great, but which one do you think we should do
first. Remember, the first has got to be good, because if it doesn't sell,
we are in shit street.'

     I had already written thirteen different scenarios, so we read through
them, some of them needing rewriting, but we chose "Deuce", as I knew where
we could borrow a tennis court for the day for the opening scenes. All the
others are interior ones.

     This was where we had to expand our staff. A carpenter cum plumber and
his mate were hired, and we set to work making the permanent sets and
putting down a decent floor. This took two weeks and during this, between
times, Karl and I sloped off to London on other errands. Me to sort out
interior décor; fabrics, curtains, linens etc. Karl to get an
electrician who would work with him in the filming and to look up some of
the people he had worked with in the past as our cast.

     He came back with Lennie in tow, our electrician. Also a generator for
the lighting which I had forgotten about. I knew Lennie from one of my
other films, so with just those two apart from the others of the cast,
there wouldn't be any problems with nudity.

      The carpenter, Tom Foxton and his `boy', George, would only build the
sets etc, and not be privy to the filming. Karl had also arranged for the
`cast' to come down in ten days time.

     So with Lennie sorting out the electric's, Tom and George started
building the interior sets, leaving Karl and me to review the script for
our first film, planning each scene step by step, rewriting the odd line or
two. I realised then, how difficult it was going to be, being the director
while spending most of the time in front of the camera. So I made it quite
clear to Karl as to how each scene was to be shot. If necessary, scenes
would be shot and reshot till they were perfect.

     Finally all was ready and the cast arrived. Rose Higgins, a big busted
woman, about my height and gorgeous long black hair. I'd seen one of her
films before and I liked her. The two men were Frank Dartford and Stephen
Legge. Both six footers, handsome and bi-sexual. I had made one film with
Stephen and I liked him also. Frank was the new face for me, but if Karl
said he was okay, I was satisfied with what we'd got.

     We'd had Tom build four permanent sets, each open on two sides, but
with light false walls that could be put up if the camera did a pan sweep
of the `room'. There was a bathroom, kitchen, bedroom and lounge, all
somewhat oversized as to what is normally expected in a house. It was to
this lounge that we went and settled ourselves after formal handshakes all
round, to read through the scripts. The furniture was gorgeous, this we
were keeping, and thanks to Lennie, we had a working kitchen, so we were
able to make lunch. Tom & Co, were banished to the house to start to put
that in order for our occupancy when filming.

      Rose had no choice in her role as Louise as I had already pre-empted
that of Sharon. As for the men's roles, there wasn't much difference, so
they tossed a coin and Stephen took the role of John and Frank,
Phillip. The story was really an old one of wife swapping, but all being
bi-sexual as well. I won't go into the technicalities of making the film,
but give you the story as it was originally written.


                                                   DEUCE

      The film opens on a tennis court where John and Sharon, dressed in
tennis shirts and shorts, are knocking a ball backwards and forwards over
the net.

     Another couple appear, Phillip and Louise, with racquets and a sports
bag, also dressed in whites.

     Greetings are made. Girls kiss and the men shake hands, and they pair
off and start to play tennis.

      Both girls are big breasted and do not wear bra's as can be seen by
the tight shirts they are wearing, as they lunge and stretch as they swing
for the ball. Neither do they wear knickers as glimpses are seen of their
pubic hair.

     Camera on Sharon as she sways on the touch-line in a half crouch. It
pans round her and goes down to ground level and then moves forward and
swivels round to look up her skirt at her pubis.

     Then various shots of all four playing and seeing them start to
sweat. The girls sweating more than the men, it showing by the heaving
chests and wet fronts of their shirts revealing their nipples.

     After a match point has been scored, Phillip calls out, `It's four
all! Let's call it a draw, I'm bushed.' The others agree, and they troop
off the court together, Sharon and Louise talking as they walked up to the
house, side by side, the men following.

     `We'll use the upstairs shower,' Sharon calls out over her shoulder to
the men, `you can use the downstairs one.

     Up in the bedroom. Both girls slowly strip off their soiled clothes,
camera playing over their breasts as they are revealed following them swing
as they bent to pull down their shorts, and revealing that the hair
colouring matched, top to bottom; trainers and socks soon follow and into
the bathroom they go. Sharon's hand lingering on Louise's bottom as they
do.

     They wash each other, plenty of lather and lots of camera close ups of
breasts and pussies as the hands caress and tease. They kiss in a fierce
embrace as the water washes off the soap. Hips grinding into each other as
they embrace.

     They re-enter the bedroom drying themselves and dropping the towels,
kiss again. Sharon then kisses Louise's breasts and slowly sinks to her
knees kissing her way down to her bush. After a close up of her probing
tongue she then lays back down on the carpet and opens her legs and Louise
moves in between them and spreads the lips in front of her, to reveal the
clit which she starts to tease with her tongue. Camera close
  ups of this. (I did enjoy this. Rose is an expert and she soon brought me
to a shuddering orgasm, which Karl picked up on, and quickly changed to my
facial expression.) Then Louise swings round till they are doing it to each
other.

     Then change of location to the downstairs shower. This is an open
shower area of two sprays.

     `What do you think of Louise then?' asks Phillip.

     `Can't wait till tonight,' John replies turning round showing his
large erection, `but I was actually thinking of you that caused this.'

     `My' said Phillip, fluttering his eyelids, `I didn't think you cared
for me anymore.' ( I wish I had put my foot down then at that dialogue.) He
then put his hand on John's Thomas, and started to slowly massage it. John
gave a groan and leaned back against the wall with the water slowly running
down his chest. Phillip went down onto his knees and with eyes shut, took
the head of John's cock into his mouth. He jerked him off as he sucked on
the head, John going slowly rigid as he started to come. Phillip pulled his
head back just as the stream of semen started to spurt out of the eye of
the blood engorged penis. The semen splattered across his face and was
slowly washed down by the shower water. When he'd finished pumping out,
Phillip took the head back into his mouth and sucked him clean.

     `Thank you Phil,' John murmured as Phillip straightened up, and gave
him a kiss. `Your turn now,' and turned off the water and went to the towel
rail which he grasped as he bent forward, proffering his rear end.

     Phillip quickly went to his sports bag, his pendulous erection swaying
before him as he did so, and pulled out a condom and quickly put it on. A
handful of soapsuds he quickly smeared on the end and with one holding it
straight out in front of him, pushed into the anus of John. He gasped as he
was penetrated but was comfortable when Phillip was fully inside of
him. Then with his hands on both hips of John, Phillip slowly fucked
him. The camera getting every in and out movement in close up. Then the
final savage thrusts as Phillip reached his peak and shot his load. His
hands then caressing John's back as he withdrew from him sperm still
dribbling out of the eye of his cock. Good shots of some of this sperm
running down the leg of John.

     Dining room. The four are seated round a littered table. Four bottles
of wine on the table. Three are empty. They are laughing at some remark
that's just been made.

     `And I won the bet!' Phillip said. He reached to the side and pulled
the left shoulder strap down of Louise's dress till her breast was exposed.

     `Magnificent isn't it.' Louise didn't turn a hair, but just
smiled. John hiccupped and said, 'But what about this then,' as pulled down
the strap of Sharon. Her tit popped out in a mirror image of Louise
opposite her. Phillip slumped forward onto his elbows and studied the two
breasts on show.

     `Damn difficult to choose between them. Singular, that is. Let's see
them as a pair.'

     Both girls smiled at each other across the table, and with a
simultaneous wink, both shrugged off their remaining strap and pulled the
tops down so that they sat there with both breasts exposed.

     `Beautiful,' Phillip sighed.

     `Exquisite,' John breathed. `We must investigate further,' he carried
on.

     `Don't you agree?' `I do, I do,' agreed Phillip, `but which one do we
examine first?'

      `Whoa there cowboys,' Sharon spoke out. `The choice of who should
examine whom is our prerogative. Right Louise?'

     `One hundred and one per cent right! Let's see you measure up! Tools
out and on the table!'

     John and Phillip gave each a sheepish grin and pushing their chairs
back, stood up and unzipped, and pulling out their penises, flopped them
onto the tablecloth. Like thick sausages, they lay on the cloth. Sharon
reached out a finger and poked John's.

   `Not much there.'

   `Keep doing that and there soon will be,' he retorted. Sharon put her
chin in her cupped hand.

     `I don't think there's much there to worry about, do you Louise?'

     `No darling, but which one would you like to examine further? As you
are the hostess,' and gently ran the tips of her fingers across the breasts
opposite, `with the mostest, I think you should have first choice.'

     `Well I tried this one,' prodding John's penis,' last night, so I
think I should try your partner's tonight. Okay?'

     `And I want to see if that one.' And she prodded John's also, `tastes
better than this one,' as she then prodded Phillip's.

     `Settled then,' said Sharon standing up, her breasts bouncing as she
did so. `I'll take yours tonight, and you can take mine.' With that, Sharon
grasped Phillip's penis and pulled away from the table and led him from the
room.

     `So you are mine tonight,' Louise giggled, `just what I wanted instead
of an after eight mint,' she winked as she also took hold of the penis on
the table and led him from the room.

                            { Bedroom dialogue of both couples to be
                                  written or ad libbed at a later date.}

     Sharon quickly pulled down Phillip's trousers and took him into her
mouth, quickly bringing him to an erection, but pulling back to stand in
front of him as she slowly undressed. He, in turn, stripped off the rest of
his clothes, his member swaying heavily in front of him. He then moved in
close and moved her backwards till she fell, with him on top, onto the
bed. Frantic kissing as she worked her legs free and raised them up against
his sides. A close up of her wet vagina as the head of his cock entered and
his length slid inside of her till he was fully embedded. Then the slow
languorous movement of his prick moving in and out as he fucked. Many
camera angles as his balls slapped her backside as his wet length shafted
her.

     Camera cuts to Louise and John as he lay on his back, just as she is
holding him erect and slowly lowering herself down onto it. The camera
watching it slowly disappear inside her, then of her bouncing up and down
on him, his hands massaging her big breasts as she moves.

     Intermittent flashes of all four's facial expressions, sexual union
and wide-angle pictures of copulation.

     Then of Louise pulling up off of John so that the blood engorged head
of his penis bounces hard onto his stomach. She then uses her hand to bring
his seed spilling out over his stomach, the off white mess streaming up and
over his navel. Tendrils of it running down over her hand which she licks
off as she smiles at him and then smearing the rest over his belly and then
back over his still erect cock. She then turns round for him to lick her
open sex as she sucks on his cock.

      Similar is happening in the other room. Phillip pulls out of Sharon
and hand works himself so that his sperm shoots out and onto her
breasts. This she smears over her chest and smilingly licks her fingers. He
then goes down on her as she licks her fingers clean.

     Sharon and Phillip are lying on the coverless bed, caressing each
other as the bedroom door opens, and Louise and John, both naked enter.

    `Slow down you two, let's make it a foursome,' said Louise, pulling
John into the room. She then climbed onto the bed next to Sharon and
started to caress her breasts.

     `How was it with him? As good as with me?'

    `You've both got your good points,' Sharon replied, flicking the
nipples looming above her.

     `Wow. Be gentle. They are quite tender.' She lay down and snuggled
closer, using her free hand to caress the opposite breast. John shrugged,
and got onto the bed alongside Phillip. While Louise was caressing Sharon,
Phillip started to stroke John's penis bringing him to an erection. John
stroked Phillip's cheek.

     `Let's show them how to fuck properly, shall we?' he asked.

     The two girls stopped their kissing and caressing as John left the bed
and put on a condom. Phillip went onto his knees, elbows on the bed, his
rear end upwards. John quickly put some cream onto the end of his condom
covered cock, and got back onto the bed between Phillip's legs. The girls,
half entangled with each other stopped to watch wide eyed as John put the
cream covered head to Phillip and pushed forward. A grunt from Phillip as
the cock head passed the sphincter muscle and with that in, the rest
slipped in easily.

     John looked triumphantly at the girls alongside as he straightened up,
his thighs tight up against Phillip's bum. Then he starts to fuck, both
hands firmly on the hips as he pushes forward and pulls back. His cream
smothered cock moving in and out with the precision of a well oiled piston
engine. A long shot of this fucking as well as a zooming close up of his in
and out movement. Then a close up of the underside of this coupling showing
Phillip's balls and growing erection moving in unison to John's thrusting.

     Both girls are watching this performance and Louise nudges Sharon,
pointing down at the huge erection of Phillip jerking up and down to John's
movements. Sharon gives a push to Louise's shoulder and mimes a goldfish,
opening and closing her mouth. Louise grins and nods her head in
understanding and moves onto her back and slides underneath Phillip's
swinging cock.

     With her mouth wide open, she tried to trap it but has to resort to
grabbing it with her hand before she can start to suck avidly on it. Sharon
then parts the legs of Louise showing her wet pussy before she goes down to
lick and suck.

     Camera pans back from Sharon licking out Louise to show her sucking on
Phillip, drawing further back to see John still fucking away at Phillip's
rear end. The camera stops moving when all four are in the frame of this
sexual tableaux for a few moments before the screen splits into four
showing the activity of each, in close up and also in slow motion. Then the
fading out to come back to show all four of them asleep on the large bed
and various shots of hands on breasts and flaccid, but still large
penises. Fades out again to return as the four are kissing and saying their
goodbyes with promises to get together again the following week. End of
film.

     It took us two weeks to make this, but that was because I wanted to
re-shoot some of the scenes for facial expressions during orgasm, but to
tell he felt, saying that it must be hard (?) for him to film others
fucking me, so he shouldn't let his personal feelings get the better of
him. The film came first, second and last!

     It wasn't the greatest of film's of this genre, but as a debut film,
it was in its own right a success. It eventually sold over a six month
period, just the truth, it was because I wanted another session of fucking
with John.

     Karl got rather uptight about this, and remonstrated with me about the
extra shots when we had finished. There's nothing like a male who thinks
his territory is being invaded and wants to stamp his mark on what he
thinks is his. I was tired and sitting on the edge of the bed and told the
others to knock off and go to the house. This was now habitable to some
extent, and they trooped out leaving me and Karl alone. I say that it was
habitable, but it would be another three weeks before Tom & Co. would be
finished, but at least we had somewhere to sleep now after a day's filming.

     Karl started off again after they had left, about how he could have
done that last bit better, so still naked, I lay back on the bed and opened
my legs.

     `Well show me then,' I said as huskily as I could. That shut him up
and he couldn't get his clothes off quick enough to climb up on top of
me. I must admit that I did like the shape and size of his cock, and he
certainly knew how to use it. I gasped at the quick penetration, the sudden
filling of me with it as his full weight bore down on me.

     There was a certain savagery as he thrust himself back and forth
inside me. The surprise and violence of his ardour helped bring about two
quick orgasms on my part as he fucked his brains out. His tempo increasing
as he reached his climax, grunting in my ear as his body stiffened and then
quivered as he pumped his load into me.

     He was most apologetic as he withdrew, his dribbling penis making a
snail's trail across my thigh. I shushed him saying that I understood how
under two hundred thousand copies. With the initial sales going well, we
were able to get some advance money which allowed us to expand a little.

     Boosted by this, we went on to make other films. "Cox and Four" being
one that I liked. It was of me as the cox of a rowing four. Coaching these
hulking men rowing up and down on the river, and how each of them, in his
own way, got his oar in with me so to speak. In the film they eventually
win the important race they had been training for, and I was gang banged by
all four in celebration. Again I brought in the homosexual aspect of sex by
having one guy fuck another while I sucked off the recipient as I was
astride another with the fourth guy sticking his prick up my rear. It was a
difficult performance in the positioning of us all, but we managed to make
it look good on film.

     This also did well in the market.

     We made twelve films in our first year and showed a return of nearly a
million pounds through our outlet in Amsterdam. I think they made as much
as us with their own mark up.

     Even though we did our own editing to produce the final film, we
didn't then have the resources to do the titling and music additions, so
they had to be `farmed' out to a third party, but still having the right to
veto before final release. Well after that first year, we were then in a
position to deal with the finished film ourselves and save that expense.

     We pushed out a few cheap quickies which you might have seen, or
remember. "Clinic", the usual doctor, patient and nurse scenario. "Massage
Parlour", lots of hands and naked bodies. "Coven". Witches and warlocks
cavorting naked around fires (out round the back of the house), virgins
being fucked by the high priest etc., to name but a few.

     One I did like making that year was the parody on a television
series. The first film was "Upstairs. The antics of a family and guests in
the bedrooms with the domestic staff. Then the sequel, "Downstairs" where
they came down to the crude level of the kitchen and outside staff. It was
great fun making those two. In the first I'm the lady of the house and
letting the guests and footmen have their way with me while others were
done over by various family members or staff. In the second I get done over
by a groom, guest, vagrant and others. The best being the intermittent
shots of a brood mare being covered by a stallion, cutting back to me being
shafted in the same way by a groom in the stable. The editing was cut so
fine that sometimes it appeared as if the horse was fucking me while the
groom was fucking the mare. As I said, it was great fun making those two.

     The biggest flop of the year was when I tried to make a serious sex
film which I'd called "Young Love". Loosely made from a famous novel, I
played the part of a rich sprog who falls in love with a penniless boy of
one of the tenant farmers. Lots of country scenes, woods and meadows and
allegoric shots of birds and bees etc. Explicit scenes of the first
fumblings of sex, the subsequent couplings till pregnancy intervenes.

     As I said, it was a flop, and on reflection, I had to agree. I was
trying to go too fast and too soon, so it was back to the mundane films of
suck and fuck, wham bam thank you ma-am. Sex, sex and more sex; this was
what sold.

     The house alongside the barn was now finished, and we used this, not
only to live in, but as a prop for some of our interior shots. We also had
an indoor swimming pool built that we used for the film "Lifeguard". A
stupid film it proved, but at least the returns paid for the film costs and
that of the swimming pool.

     One I did like was "Harem", though I must say that this was the only
film that Tom & Co. let us down in the prop department. The settings were
bad and the wall enclosing the palace did really look false, but that's
show business, but overall in spite of this, it was still a good film.

     Lots of girls, (six to be precise, but with constant moving about,
there appeared to be lots of them.) Then you had the Caliph, a slave, an
interloper and a page boy.

     Film buffs will know that the Caliph was played by Stephen Legge and
that of the interloper, Frank Dartford. We also introduced a newcomer into
the group, a Giles Foureaux. A diminutive man of four foot ten, but had a
chopper that went from seven to thirteen inches when aroused. I never did
get the circumference (she sighed wistfully). I say a man, because he was
twenty four years old, but looked as if he was still a schoolboy. Fair of
face without any growth of facial hair, and a cute dimple when he
smiled. Karl had found him selling himself around King's Cross and later
admitted to me that he'd had sex with him before bringing him down to the
barn.

     He was perfect as a pageboy for the film and with his skin darkened,
we rewrote the script to fit him in making it a much better film in the
long run.

     It was that dimple that brought out the mothering instinct in me. It
was also the child like appearance he had that gave me other thoughts apart
from the carnal ones.

     Scores of stories flitted through my mind that would appeal to
pederasts, but could be filmed to keep us within the law. That was my
avaricious thought, the other was for one of getting back at the farmer who
was really pissing off the girls that I sent to him once a week as part of
our rental agreement.

     Here I saw a way of getting him off our backs, but I put it on the
back burner as the film came first.

     As a pageboy, he looked great when he was standing alongside the
seated Caliph, both then being of equal height. Giles was blacked up, bare
chested with a bright turban on his head. He wore a skimpy pair of
pantaloons of the same material that we wore, (see through ones).

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