Debutante (7 page)

Aileen sat up and pushed Tony onto his back. ‘Don't worry.' She was panting. ‘I don't just come once. That was a warm-up.' She skinned out of her panties and tossed them aside. ‘You want to fuck me now?'

He nodded, speechless.

She threw a leg across his body. Glaring down at him, she told him, ‘Well, you aren't going to. You know why?'

His ‘No,' was pathetic.

‘Because I am going to fuck you!'

Aileen hitched up, took Tony's cock in her hand and came down on it, hard and fast. ‘Lie still!' she ordered.

He nodded.

Aileen bucked and ground, leaned forwards and back, rocked and jerked, making it very obvious that she was seeking her own pleasure, not his. ‘Don't come,' she ordered. ‘You can twist my nipples, but don't come.'

Her fists pounded the bed to either side of Tony's head. ‘I'm crazy for your cock,' she told him. ‘I want you to come in my mouth. Can you hold it till then?'

He nodded, though he looked unsure.

‘Hold my shoulders and pull me down!'

He obeyed. She ground down harder and tighter, face distorted with lust.

‘Is that your direction?' Emily asked Luke. ‘If so, you're good, and she's an excellent actress.'

‘Some of each, I think. That was the first time I saw Aileen fuck, remember. I've got no other occasions to compare it to.'

‘She seems to enjoy the work.'

‘I think that knowing she was actually starring in a movie helped.'

‘A natural,' Emily agreed. ‘Terrific close-ups too, Luke.'

On the screen, Aileen screamed out another orgasm and seemed to shrink into herself for a second before she recovered and dismounted Tony's straining erection.

‘Good cock,' she praised. ‘Come now. Give me all your nice hot cream.'

Her mouth covered Tony's cock. Aileen's cheeks hollowed.

Tony burst out, ‘I can't hold back any longer!'

Aileen nodded. Her lips slid from his base off the tip of his cock. She gave his shaft little licks as she reassured him. ‘That's OK. We've got an entire weekend. There's lots of time and lots of things for us to try – everything either of us wants.' Her head lowered as she took all of him in her mouth; her lips dragged along the thin, tight skin as she pulled back. Her hand rubbed the dome of Tony's cock on the flat of her tongue.

‘You didn't forget the “money shot” then,' Emily said.

‘No way.'

Tony climaxed, one thick jet directly into Aileen's mouth, three lesser ones onto her tongue.

She swallowed most of it, but allowed a little to dribble down her chin. ‘Was that good for you?' Aileen asked Tony.

‘Wow!'

‘While we take a break, you can think about all the nasty things you'd like to do to me,' Aileen said.

‘And then?'

‘And then we'll do them.' She turned to face the camera and gave it a big wink.

‘What was that last bit?' Emily asked Luke.

‘Even before it was edited, I was sure we had something hot going on so I added that wink as a way to promise the audience that there'd be more. What do you think?'

‘I like it. We'll shoot a trilogy with just those two, on the same set. I'll move out if I have to. Tony and Aileen have chemistry.'

‘The catalyst was your script, Emily.'

‘Thanks. You're right. I could write another for those two, easy as anything. I'm starting to get ideas right now.' Her grip on his shaft tightened.

‘What ideas?'

‘How about I show you instead of tell you. That's what the movies are all about, right?'

‘Right. Want me to get the camera? You know, just for us. Not to sell.'

‘Of course not.' Emily meant that but at the same time Aileen had set the bar very high. Emily couldn't help but wonder if she'd be able to turn in a sexier performance. She could certainly try.

‘Quiet on the set!'

Even though they'd shot for most of the day and taken only a fifteen-minute break, the words were music to Luke's ears.

‘NAIL Productions Limited,' yelled Jillian. ‘
Sweet Cheeks
, Scene Two, Take One!' She snapped the clapperboard.

‘Rolling,' said Jimmy, the director of photography. The camera was focused on the closed door to Emily's bedroom.

Luke paused for a moment. Jillian had done an amazing job of transforming Emily's living room into the main room of a bridal suite. A wine bucket with crushed ice nestling a sparkling water-filled Dom Perignon bottle sat on the pink satin tablecloth that covered Em's thrift-store kitchen table. The love seat was covered with a soft ‘suede' throw. Two champagne flutes (one on its side) and a large, torn banner that proclaimed ‘HAPPY HONEYMOON' pretty much set the scene. The wedding dress, which Gary had only gotten half-off Kara before fucking her on the floor (a difficult scene that had taken much more time than Luke had anticipated but which he'd filmed with so many close-ups it was a wonder the money shot hadn't hit the camera lens) lay in a crinolined heap of fluff and sequins in front of the love seat. It'd been worth the time, but it meant there'd been literally no rehearsal time for Scene Two and he hoped to get the rest of the piece in the can without a lot of reshoots.

Reshoots.
He wondered how many Gary had in him. So far, the guy seemed to be up to the job of fucking his exotic and gorgeous girlfriend twenty-four-seven.

Luke had agreed with Emily and taken a gamble, having Gary chase his almost naked ‘bride' into the bedroom at the end of the first scene. They hoped it would pique the interest of the viewer.
What the hell is going on in the bedroom that we don't get to see? What kind of porn is this?
Now it was time to reward that audience for its nanosecond of faith with a scorching finale.

Marion, his first assistant director, caught his eye. She gave him an imperceptible nod of encouragement.

‘Action!' yelled Luke.

The bedroom door burst open and Kara charged into the room, wearing the white satin bustière that laced up the back and white stay-ups (one with a ladder she'd complained of in Scene One) and stilettos she'd had on at the end of the scene. Her chest and face were freshly fucked pink in a pleasant contrast to virginal white. Her breasts bounced in their twin satin cradles and her dark, hard nipples played peek-a-boo with the viewer as she raced around the room.

‘No!' she screamed.

Gary charged after her, buck-naked. He was hirsute (albeit with a clean-shaven face); from chest to ankles he was dark with black hair. His pubes and underarms were thick with it. He carried a bottle of lube and, as he pursued his prey, he pumped some into his other hand and fisted it onto his rigid cock.

Luke flashed Marion a peace sign. She was already positioned beside the second cameraman and now she tapped his shoulder.

While Jimmy, the operator of camera one as well as D.P., continued to shoot the full scene, Paul's camera two followed the cock's progress, zoomed in at the prearranged mark just as Gary's cock paused, then panned slowly back to resume its pursuit of the bride.

This was their first two-camera shoot and everyone was pretty pumped up about it. Luke wanted Gary's hard-on, as it zeroed in on Kara like a heat-seeking missile, shot up close and real personal. It seemed he was getting what he wanted.

‘You promised, Mrs Bottomsby.'

‘I'm not ready,' pleaded Kara. She collapsed in the middle of her oh-so-recently abandoned wedding gown. ‘I'm too scared.'

‘I'll make you ready, baby, don't worry. And don't be scared. You're gonna love this.'

Gary pounced on Kara. He kissed her long and hard.

She visibly relaxed. ‘I love you, Mr Bottomsby.'

‘I love you, too,' he said. ‘Now assume the position!'

Kara burst into tears. She grasped the head of the hidden zipper in the front of her bustière and in a moment the lingerie was unzipped and discarded, the lacing up the back as tight as ever.

The crew looked as one to their leader. Even Marion, who'd performed the unsung, essential duties of First A.D. with such finesse Luke had begun to wonder how he'd ever directed without her, goggled at him.

He made a short, circular motion with his index finger.
Keep rolling.
They hadn't had a lot of time for rehearsal but he was one hundred per cent certain his leading lady was not in real distress.

Gary gave Kara a sharp smack on each cheek of her bum. ‘Spread 'em baby, or I'll spread 'em for you.'

Make that ninety per cent.

Kara sniffled and knelt up nicely, her elbows on the brushed fake suede of the sofa, her knees and thighs surrounded by netting and crepe. The look she gave Gary, over her shoulder, was wide-eyed and reproachful.

‘Please, husband … don't hurt me.'

Gary grinned. He licked his lips. He parted the cheeks of her ass with his hands, exposing Kara's pink asshole. He sat back, as if admiring it, giving camera two ample time to zoom in and hold on a tight close-up of her tight hole.

Luke nodded, Marion tapped, and camera two zoomed in.

‘Aww, baby, you know you can trust me,' said Gary. He leaned in, teasing her hole with the tip of his tongue. ‘Doesn't that feel just like a … like a rose petal, caressing your pretty little virgin hole, all soft and sweet?'

‘Ye– yes.'

‘Mm … gorgeous … every inch of you is so fucking gorgeous I feel … one minute I feel like I could … mm … I could lavish you with little kisses all day …'

Kara arched her back a little, presenting her bottom as Mrs Vixen might present hers to Mr Fox. Her head tilted back, as if his low, cooing praise was, like his tongue, imparting such a delicate sense that she needed to lean in a little to catch it.

‘… and the next –' Gary fisted another dollop of lube onto his dick ‘– the next I want to roar with pride!' He rolled back onto his heels, lifted an inch and jammed his cock to its hilt up Kara's ass.

Kara screamed.

Gary roared.

Luke stepped back. Hadn't Kara agreed to star in a porn shoot as long as it wasn't ‘too kinky'? This stuff was so
not
in the script. He pointed at his ear. Marion tapped the soundman on his back. He nodded. She nodded.

Gary pulled almost all the way out.

Tears rolled down Kara's cheeks. ‘Honey, it hurts, it hurts.'

‘Only for a minute, sweetcheeks,' Gary said. ‘Trust me, baby.'

‘I do.'

‘There's my girl. I do. Remember what you promised, now. I promise to love.' He buried his cock in her ass in another smooth, hard stroke. This time his body dropped forwards, too, so that his chest was against her back and his arms and hands on either side of hers, keeping her in place.

‘Honour.'

Kara's head dropped a little.

His mouth pressed up close to her ear.

‘And
obey
.'

Her head shuddered in three little nods. Her tears dripped straight down onto the brushed suede, staining it.

Luke motioned to Marion to let Paul, on camera two, know it was time to pull back a little, staying tight on the couple. It was nuts to shoot like this, one long take, but he was goddamned if he'd call ‘Cut.' Camera one was getting the full picture. They could get all the pick-ups and cutaways they'd need, later, if Kara was really OK but if that poor chick was being forced by her boyfriend to take it up the ass for the cameras, he'd never get these shots unless he got them now. Which was one of the worst things he'd ever thought in his life, but he couldn't dwell on that now.

Kara's ass began to rotate.

Gary whispered, ‘You're so brave.'

She mewled. Her hips rolled in tight little circles.

Gary leaned hard on his left arm and raised his right hand to tuck her damp hair behind her ear. ‘My brave, beautiful woman.'

Camera two was right there to shoot her wet face and messed up make-up and her pendant breasts, heaving with each shuddering breath she took.

‘Uh-huh,' Kara muttered.

Camera one swivelled to capture Gary's ass as his pace increased. His balls slapped Kara's inner thighs with each stroke. Gary was humping her now. The fingers of his right hand pinched each of her nipples, hard, before dropping to her splayed lower lips to find and torture her clit.

Kara's mutterings and mewlings grew in volume until they matched Gary's roar in volume and intent.

‘Fuck my ass, then, if it's so fucking important to you. Fuck me till you kill me, I don't care. You're my fucking husband, you pervert, you fucking animal!'

That's it! Exactly what Emily and Luke wanted. Lovers, fucking like dogs.
Christ!

Luke glanced at his crew.
Oh Gods of Film
,
please
let them be getting all this
.

‘Yeah?' Gary pounded into her. His left hand gripped the back of the sofa while his right continued torturing her clit. ‘You like it like this, baby?'

His hips drew back, slammed forwards. Again. Again.

‘Answer me, you slut, or I'll stop right now.'

‘Don't stop! Please! Don't stop.'

‘I told you I wasn't going to make you do something you don't want, sweetheart. So, you want it?'

Again Kara's head shuddered in a miniature nod.

Gary slowed. He withdrew his cock until all but the tip was free of her. ‘I can't hear you, sweetheart.'

‘I fucking love it! I love it when you fuck me up the ass. OK?'

‘OK!'

Gary pummelled Kara's stretched asshole until her moans, protests and demands fused into one long, loud, unintelligible groan.

‘So –' Gary panted between words ‘– close.'

His pace slowed.

Fuck. Don't let him run out of steam now.
Luke shot Marion a helpless look. Was he as red-faced as she was? He nodded.