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Poll Dancing (mf mm+f oral anal DP) by Nicoloco

   Copyright 2012, Nicolo Parenti - nicoloco @ live.com

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   A special guy helps a young woman face and conquer her fantasies.

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   "Hi, my name is Carie and I'm not selling anything.  Can you please take
a minute to answer a few questions about the upcoming election?  No?  No?
No?"

   If you can't handle rejection, don't get into anything that involves
door-to-door cold calling.  I really wasn't selling, just doing political
surveys, but from some people's reactions you'd think I was there to
barbecue their kittens.  After a while I started to consider that.  Some
people are assholes.

   But you develop a thick skin, move on, and find fun where you can.  When
your expectations are really low, almost any surprise is a good one.  You
never know what's behind the next door.  That's what this story is about.

   I had a real job as a waitress at a fairly nice cafe whose half-day
hours left me time for this side job in polling.  And for all my bitching I
was good at it.  Being a little hottie helps (hey, no brag if it's true,
right?).  Women see 'just a girl' while the men, well, they see tits.  (You
guys, side note: we know.)

   Let's get me out of the way: Carolyn Wells, then 20 years old, a slim
5'3" with close-cropped red hair and a pixie face.  When I say slim I mean
like 90 pounds.  Not much in the hips and butt, but...  I'll bet 10 of
those 90 are up front and proud.  Well OK, five.  But still, 32C is
eyecatching.

   I'm no freak, just a slender and sexy shorty.  I discovered early what
that does to guys of all ages.  These C-cups have been opening doors ever
since they sprouted.  They're not my only asset, but they give me a chance
to wow them with my brains too.  Wits and tits: a winning combo.

   I guess I'm pretty normal sexually.  I like to say I'm not bi but I'm
not shy.  No steady man, but a few regulars and of course fill-ins when
needed.  At this point in my life I'd done a lot of what two can do, and
once, something that took three.  And I was sure I'd do it all again,
because it felt really good.

   ------------

   We were canvassing in a good neighborhood with large lots, some pools,
nice groomed hedges.  I was dressed for the hot weather.  Our dress code is
conservative, but a sleeveless top over slacks is fine, and nobody does a
bra check (I mean, sure my manager checks me out but he never says boo).

   This was my fifth stop, maybe 4:30 in the afternoon.  We work in teams
of two for safety, on opposite sides of a street, but you can't always stay
in sync and my partner of the day was several houses ahead on this curving
lane.  I suppose he got his door slams faster than I did.  No tits on him.

   There were more cars and vans than you'd expect in the drive and at the
curb.  The door was opened by a plain, harried-looking girl about my age
who didn't let me speak before grabbing my arm and snapping, "You're late,
get in here now, we're going in a few minutes.  Wait here a sec." She left
me standing in the foyer as she scurried off into the house.

   I'm not naive.  The sprawl of cables and road cases quickly clued me
there was a movie being shot in the back.  Good chance it wasn't an episode
of Law & Order I'd stumbled into.

   I'm as curious as anyone, more than most I guess, and no kind of prude.
I'd giggled over pornos with my friends, as we rated the dicks and
critiqued the 'plots'.  So a chance to see one in the flesh, so to speak,
intrigued me.  I started off toward where my greeter had gone.

   "Who the fuck are you?"

   I whipped around to see a distracted man in his 40s eyeing me with a bit
of interest and some concern.  I started my pitch: Hi, I'm Carie and I'm
not selling anything...

   "How the fuck did you get in here?  This is a closed set."

   The girl was back.  "That was me Alvie, sorry I thought she was that
Brandy you were waiting for.  She rang the bell, I don't know..."

   "Well, it isn't Brandy, is it?  Get her the fuck out of here.  And find
me Brandy.  That twat is costing me time.  Money.  Shit.  Fucking actors."

   I gathered this was the director, apparently named Alvie, and he
probably wasn't ready to share his views on the upcoming elections.  So the
prudent thing was oops and split.  Ah, prudence.  Never met the girl.

   "Um, Mr...  Alvie?" I spoke up with some hesitation.  "I know I don't
belong here, but now that I am, could I look around if I stay out of the
way?  I won't be any trouble and I'm really curious about all this."

   He focused on me for the first time.  "Why?  Who do you work for?  Who
sent you to check up on me?  Are you from Marty?  Jesus fuck that guy is a
douche.  Tell him I'm not giving up any points in this one, I already made
that clear."

   So he was the producer too.  Low budget for sure.  Maybe even the camera
operator and dolly grip.  If you know what I mean.  Nah, too inside
baseball.

   "No, no, I'm a pollster," waving my clipboard.  "I'm with Dean & Bean,
doing a survey on political attitudes before the election.  I rang the bell
and..." I gestured at the assistant.

   "Billie," she offered helpfully.

   "...Billie yanked me in.  No checking up, no Marty, no points.  Just a
survey.  But since I'm here maybe I could, you know, see what it's all
about.  I've always wondered what goes on at a movie set.  I'll be a fly on
the wall, I promise, a mouse.  Invisible."

   I'd exceeded his attention span and he took the path of least
resistance. With a vague hand wave he said, "Fine, whatever, just stay out
of my way.  No talking, no noises.  Billie, if she fucks up you're fired
and I'm voting for some Bush again." So, he was paying some attention.

   Cool!  I was in, on the set of a cheap porno.  Billie warned me to keep
my phone totally off, no pictures either.

   In the best tradition of the afterlife, I moved toward the light.

   ------------

   I saw a dick.  A big one, even limp.  And another big dick.  My first
lesson: there are big dicks on a porn set.  You can intellectualize all
day, have a solid grounding in porno theory, but until you actually see the
dicks it's just academic.  I had seen the dicks.  And it was good.
Right now things were slow.  Stopped, even.  The two dicks and their
attached hunks were at the craft services table snacking on nachos, along
with some crew people and one towel-wrapped woman.  The guys had no towels

for modesty, which is about what I'd expect from well-hung dudes.

   Ms.  Towel, who I found out was Sarah, was cute, blonde and nicely
curved, with firm B-cup tits.  She was maybe 25, actually quite wholesome
looking which I supposed was a big asset.  If you saw her at the market
you'd never peg her as any sort of sex worker.

   Everyone but Alvie seemed content to relax, chat and nosh.  Alvie was
not content, because no one buys noshing movies, even ones with big dicks,
and right now that's about all he could shoot.

   I could just make out the conversation as he drew the cast aside.  "OK,
plan B.  It looks like Brandy's lost so it's all you three.  Guys, let's
stop eating and, ah, start eating.  How's your ass, honey, you up for a
DP?"

   Sarah made a little face.  "I didn't prep and I'm not getting paid for
anal, Alvie.  You want the butt, come with the gelt." She was talking his
language.  "I'd need another five." I didn't know if that was hundred or
thousand, but Alvie did.

   "Shit, I can't afford that.  I'll only save three grand by dropping
Brandy.  You can have that.  C'mon, you're no virgin, and Billie can prep
you.  I swear there's more work next week.  Do it for Alvie."

   "Long as I don't have to do it with Alvie," she cracked.  "Sure, OK, one
DP for three bills and a player to be named later.  But don't screw with
me, Alvie.  I got witnesses."

   "You screw best in front of witnesses, babe.  Let's do it."

   ------------

   What followed was educational, and I don't mean like Sesame Street.  For
something so blatantly sexual it didn't map out very sexy.  Setup and
blocking took half an hour.  Coitus would be interruptus several times to
change angles and re-light.

   It started, like many of these, with Sarah on her knees sucking both
guys, whose names were Dick and Dick.  No, really Steve and Chris.  They
weren't hired for their math skills, but they did have a talent the
industry values: they could fuck and fuck and more importantly, stop
fucking on cue and pick up where they left off.  They were machines, and
they swear there are no prescription drugs involved.  I don't know if I
believe that.

   It turns out the easy switch from straight sex to butt sex you might
have seen on the screen, requires a bit of prep.  Billie was more than
Alvie's assistant, she was also the lube girl, in charge of getting Sarah's
shitter cleaned out and working in a dose of sex gel.  Sarah was a regular
so it was easier than with a new girl, but the main thrust (ahem) was still
to make it pain and shit free.

   Billie wasn't a fluffer, exactly.  She didn't have to work on the guys,
just keep Sarah slick.  So my second lesson: there are probably tons of
jobs you never knew existed.  Like, you don't see "lube girl" on many
resumes.

   Next, Sarah was laid out on the bed with Steve licking her crotch as she
continued blowing Chris.  I know it's a business and these people are
actors, but it was also real sex and Sarah was getting into it.  Her
nipples, not shy to start, were now fully erect, and as the guys reached
out to tug and twist them you could see Sarah's heat rise.  Lesson three:
sex is sex, and the mechanics of it work on or off camera.  Even the pros
get wound up.

   A break in the action, a reset of cameras, a slight flagging and revival
of the boys, and back into it.  Now Steve was getting head as Chris pounded
in from behind.  I'd figured out where I could stand to get the best view
without interfering, and saw every inch of Chris sliding into Sarah's
pussy. His dick was fat enough to stretch her, and I watched her inner lips
being pulled and pushed on each stroke.

   Yeah, if I'd been watching this on a screen I'd probably have snickered
at the whole thing.  But honestly, being right there was arousing.  If it
felt half as good as it looked it was a joyride.  I know us girls aren't
supposed to be as visual as guys, but damn, I had a dugout view of some
raw, steamy sex and it was getting to me.  No Billie needed, I was starting
to lubricate and squirm.  My hand strayed inside my slacks and I put some
pressure around my throbbing clit for relief.  And rubbed just a little.

   And wouldn't you know: caught.  Alvie, seemingly intent on the action,
looked up just as I looked at him.  I think it was the first time he really
noticed me, and by the way he grinned I knew he was checking out more than
my hand action.  This is a guy who's seen many women naked, sucking and
fucking, so my little indiscretion couldn't have been a shock to him.  Yet
his gaze lingered as he took in my small frame, especially the spots where
my braless and now very erect nipples poked out the silk of my top.

   Well, I thought, that's out of the bag, no sense in worrying now.  I
made no effort to hide what I was doing as the scene on the bed was reset
again.  In a few minutes Sarah was bouncing on Steve's substantial spear as
Chris stood by giving her a mouthful.  Then Steve pulled her forward,
mashing her pert cones against his hairy chest and fully exposing her
greased anus to me, to Chris, and through the camera, to the wide, wide
world.

   Chris knelt to probe that hole with the tip of his cock, and after a
token bit of natural resistance from Sarah's rubbery ring, slipped an inch
into her ass.  I tried to watch both his progress and Sarah's reaction.  No
doubt about it, she liked it and so did Chris.  After a short pause he
pushed straight in, all 8 or so fat inches, and his balls dragged across
Steve's shaft.  Like me, these guys weren't bi, but they sure weren't shy.

   Then the rhythm started, two cocks stroking in and out of Sarah, working
her to a fever pitch.  Two minutes, five minutes, good god how could they
take this without climaxing?  I was so close myself I had to put my free
hand in my mouth to keep quiet.  Then my orgasm hit and I slid soundlessly
to the floor as my legs gave out.  Fuck what a come.  Alvie saw, the crew
saw, and I didn't care who saw.

   The three on the bed didn't see.  They were in their own groove, always
with an eye to the cameras and what was expected of them.  I'm not as
professional in my job as they were in theirs.  They kept on fucking as the
crew flowed around them and a still photographer snapped silently to
document the scene.

   Sarah came.  I know she did.  There's fake and there's real and I know
they're actors but I know what I saw.  She came hard, and that was the
signal for the money shot.  Chris pulled out of her ass and stood, then
Sarah hopped off Steve and knelt to catch the rain.  The men took a few
more strokes and out it pulsed, first one then the other.  Sarah caught
some on her tongue but the bulk sprayed her face, just as the audience
likes it.  Finis.  Fade to black.

   Alvie called 'Cut' to the cameras and the three actors laughed and
joshed.  Ho hum, another day at the office.  Yeah, sure.  They could say it
was just a job, but it was also some primo sex.  It feels good to get off,
even in semi-public.  Like I now knew.

   ------------

   As the cast hit the showers I got my clipboard, hoping to slip out
unnoticed in the general bustle of the strike.  But Alvie had other ideas.
He collared me by the kitchen door and sat at the table.

   "Hey, Avon lady, what's your hurry?  How was your first porn set?  I
don't have to ask if you enjoyed yourself.  If the public has half that
much fun I can retire to St.  Barths on this one," he grinned.  "So what's
your name, Red?  I'm Alvie, I guess you know that."

   "Ah, I'm Carie and I'm not selling anything," I joked.  "Just taking a
poll."

   He tilted his head a bit to peer out of one eye.  "Taking a pole is what
Sarah does.  Don't tell me you really are in the business?"

   I started to explain that no, different kind of poll...  but his chuckle
stopped me.  I blushed like a girl.  Well, I am a girl, but I was more
embarrassed by not catching the joke than I was at my open masturbation. 
It troubled me that I wasn't more abashed.  I should have been beet red and
running away, but instead I was chatting about poles with a guy twice my
age who paid people to fuck on camera.  And to think just this morning I
was refilling decaf for hipsters.

   I sat too.  As we chatted we reassessed our initial impressions.  Alvie
was no dummy, and I think he was so used to bimbos that he was surprised I
wasn't a dummy either.  He'd graduated with majors in math and literature,
traveled Europe by rail and bike, and had married and divorced in the
distant past.  I told him I'd finished college in three years and wanted my
own political PR firm -- that's why I took this job for Dean & Bean.

   I had to remind myself that I was getting comfortable with a guy who'd
watched me get myself off in front of his crew, who might still smell pussy
on my fingers.  The smart play was to get out of Dodge and go back to
canvassing.  Oh shit, my partner Paul was probably insane by now since we
hadn't reconnected at the end of the street.  Shit, shit.  I had to go.

   Or not.  I turned my phone back on and saw 10 texts from Paul, so I
called.  He was frantic, but I cooled him off with some bullshit and by the
time we hung up he was down to just pissed.  Alvie was grinning again.

   "Pretty smooth, Red.  If I hadn't been here I'd have believed you
myself." He leaned forward.  "But I was here.  I watched you diddle your
clit while my actors fucked.  I think I know you a bit better than your
Paul guy."

   I was shocked at his directness, though I shouldn't have been.  He
wasn't saying anything we didn't both know.

   "I'm curious.  What got to you most?  Do you like seeing big cocks, or
was it the butt fucking?  Did you imagine you were Sarah, getting it from
both ends and your face all spermy?"

   "I, I..." I couldn't respond.  His bluntness was both disarming and
threatening.  No one I knew talked like this.  But being part of that scene
had been like permission to be nasty.  I took a deep breath and dived in.

   "It was all of it.  The setup.  The crazy loose attitude that's part of
your business.  And yes, dammit, I did like seeing cocks with that size and
stamina, imagining I was the one getting fucked, fucked in the ass.  And
knowing people were watching.  Especially that." I was baring my sexual
soul to a man I'd just met and I had no idea where this was heading.

   Billie came into the kitchen and saw me with surprise.  "What...  why
are you still here?" Her eyes never left me as she spoke to her boss. 
"Alvie, that Brandy showed up and I told her she missed the shoot but she
still wants her money.  What should I do?"

   "Tell her to get lost.  This isn't the first time she's flaked on me but
it's the last.  Fucking druggies think they get infinite chances.  Kick her
out.  Grab Bruce if you need a persuader."

   She left and he continued, "People think AIDS, STDs are the bane of this
business but it's drugs, it's always been drugs.  Most of the women are
damaged goods, and they need their crutches.  Nothing we can do."

   He looked at his watch and said, "I only have this rental for another
hour.  I'd love talk more but I have to wrap up and cash out.  It's all
pay-me-now in this racket.  The only ones who don't get paid right after
are the ones I pay before.  No trust," he smiled, and handed me a business
card.  "Give me a ring and we'll get some dinner.  It'd be nice to spend
time with a smart sexy woman who isn't part of this nutty mess," he said
with a sweep of his hand.

   I told him I'd think about it, knowing I would but knowing I wouldn't
call.

   ------------

   I did think about it, a lot.  I could summon up a shudder just picturing
what I must have looked like to everyone as my legs gave out in the throes
of orgasm.  I was glad none of those people knew know who I was, or would
ever see me in the street and remember me as the girl who...  you know,
that girl.

   And no, I didn't call.  Once I was out of that immediate scene, reality
set back in.  That wasn't a business, and Alvie wasn't a man, I could have
anything to do with.  I tried to forget all about it.

   But life has its ways, right?  It may be a big town, but it's a small
world.  It got smaller the day our hostess seated this middle-aged guy at
one of my tables.  Yes, it was Alvie.  He hadn't seen me yet and I briefly
considered sneaking out the back and playing ill.

   But I needed the shift and the tips and I thought, how bad could it be?

   "Coffee?"

   "Yep, and some oran...  whoa, Red, it's you!  What the hell?  Don't tell
me you gave up politics to sling hash?"

   So this was just a coincidence.  "No, I still do polling, this is my day
job until I get enough cash together to poach some of D&B's clients," I
smiled.  "It's a nice place and the tips rock."

   "We seriously have to get dinner," he said.  "I've thought about you the
past couple of months and I know we could be pals.  Say you will.  Still
have my card?  Use it.  And now I know where you work, I can bug you in
person."

   He flirted throughout his meal and while that's something I deal with
all day every day, it felt different with Alvie.  We had a connection we
never mentioned but which was the loudest thing in the room.  We'd watched
people fuck.  He'd seen me come.  Clothed, but still.  He knew my
fantasies.

   Now he'd re-sparked the feelings of that outrageous day, and I knew they
weren't going to be easy to shut down again.  In the weeks since, every
time I came, no matter who I was with (if anyone), it was to full color
visions of that session.  But I hadn't had one orgasm even close in
intensity.  I wanted that again, and I might not ever get it.

   ------------

   A week later I called.

   "Hey Carie, perfect timing.  What's up?  Ready for a dinner?  I'm just
wrapping up something and I can meet you in about a half-hour.  Steak OK,
or are you in some alternative foodscape?"

   We had dinner that night, and again a few days later.  It was low key,
Alvie was just fun to be around.  We seemed to be past our, um,
introductory experience.  He never brought it up, even though I was on
alert for any nuances.  And you know it was always on my mind.

   I can see why some girls go for older men.  It wasn't a daddy thing for
me, Alvie was just more worldly than the guys I usually saw.  He wasn't
consumed by sports or video games or big-titted porn stars...  oh wait,
strike that.  But for him it was business.  I was conflicted about that,
having always seen those women as victims, but he was just, I don't know,
nice to me.

   I slept with him on the third date, my idea, and I think I'd invested
too much into the possibility.  I guess I was expecting a remake of the
film running in my head, but the sex was only great, not mind-blowing. 
None of the components of my new fantasies were there: no big dicks (but no
complaints), no butt sex, and...  no one watching.

   And he knew.  Dammit, he could read me like a twitter feed.  We tried
another night and it was still good, but he could tell I was unsatisfied.
When he called again I hesitated.  But he played his ace: we'd finally have
the talk we'd been avoiding.

   "Carie baby, I think we do OK but I can tell you want more.  Not more
like, commitment, but just, you and I have to deal with the elephant in the
room, and the elephant has two dicks.  We started out in a weird way, and
I've been trying to steer us back to what I think you think is 'normal',
but that was wrong.  You don't just want normal.  You want...  more."

   Well, exactly.  I didn't know how to get it, either.  But Alvie did.

   "Tell you what, let's talk face to face tonight.  I have a shoot that'll
run late, but why don't you meet me there after the strike and we can find
a quiet place to talk it through."

   He gave me the address of the rental and I said I'd see him at seven.

   ------------

   This location was a lot like the last one, a suburban house with
ceilings high enough for the set lights.  The shoot was running even later
than he thought, and as Billie let me in she said they'd had to rework
things because another actress hadn't shown up.

   The set was unlit and the guys, Steve and Chris again, were hanging out
(yes, actually hanging out) at the snack table with Alvie and the crew.  I
didn't see any babe in a towel, but otherwise it was just like last time.

   You know what?  I'll bet you're already ahead of me.  I was so focused
on our talk after the shoot, that I missed the cues.

   Alvie waved me over.  "C'mon Red, meet the guys!" He introduced me
around.  Everyone was normal, polite, just like any office with two
swinging dicks.  I managed to keep my eyes above belt level.  No I didn't.

   "Hey, sorry about this, we hit a snag.  Our female lead had an accident
on the way here and ended up at the hospital.  But, hey, maybe you can help
us out.  I know you can fuck...  think you could fuck on camera?"

   My mouth fell open, but no sound came out.  This was all a setup.  I
gaped at Alvie, looked around at the set and the crew, saw Billie holding a
Fleet enema box and a smiling with a slight leer.  Then I found my voice.

   "You...  what...  asshole...  how could you ask me that!  I thought...
don't you like me?  Aren't we friends?"

   Alvie's face softened.  "Red, I am your good friend, the one who knows
your mind even better than you do.  You're not going to move on until you
finish the thought, play out the round.  You can walk away and no hard
feelings, but know what you're passing up.  We can do for you here what no
one else ever will -- give life to your dark desires.  This is all for you,
sweetie."

   I was blown away, unable to breathe, almost unable to stand.  Was Alvie
right, did I really want this?  Could I live with it?  And could I live
without it?

   Steve chimed in.  "You're a fox, man, a total babe, and I would love to
fuck you ragged.  We see a lot of strung out bimbos with loose twats and
not a thought in their heads.  But you, man, I haven't had anyone classy
like you in years.  I can guarantee you a thorough fucking, but I don't
know how long I can hold back once I get in your ass."

   Chris agreed.  "Ditto, man.  Fuck yeah." Even the crew nodded along.

   That did it.  I moaned a sound of submission and groped for a chair. 
"But Alvie, I can't have any videos out there, it would be death to a
career in politics.  I'm sorry, I just can't."

   Alvie peered closely.  "Do you trust me, Carie?  Really trust me?  If
you do, believe me when I say that won't be a problem.  I'll take care of
it.  Here, stand up and let me show everyone this terrific body."

   He helped me up, gave me a long kiss, and whispered in my ear, "You're
going to remember this for the rest of your life." Then he pulled my top
off to reveal that I wasn't much of an underwear person.  My slacks
followed and I was standing in just my silky panties in front of a dozen
people.  I felt free, and I felt like I was on fire.  This was it, the real
fucking deal.

   "Whoo, that's a nice rack baby, twice as nice 'cause you're so tiny."
Chris reached out to stroke a breast, giving me an instant nipple erection.
I was already wet, making it easy for Steve work my panties aside and
finger me a bit.  I reached out for their limp members, trying to gauge if
they would hurt me.  Then I remembered the lube girl.

   Alvie the director took charge.  "Billie, take Carie and get her
prepped. We won't be stopping for resets or shadows, so keep the second
camera well back like a BTS (which I learned means 'behind the scenes'). 
Leave the boom mike..." He kept up a stream of instructions as the crew
scattered to their places and roles.

   Billie sat me on the toilet and stripped off my panties, eyeing my wiry
red patch with undisguised interest.  "We don't see many beavers.  I like
it." She petted my pussy like a ginger kitten.  "Here, you know how to use
an enema, right?  Do it twice and rinse good.  I'll be back in ten."

   I did as she said, but with a sense of unreality.  I was cleansing my
bowels so a couple of porn studs could ream me with their big dicks.  That
usually never happens.  When I was done I called her back in.

   "You don't do this much, right?" she asked.

   "Once," I agreed.  "It wasn't fabulous."

   "OK, I'll get you extra loose." She lubed up a finger and worked it in,
then added a second with more grease, gradually stretching my asshole until
it felt like it was gaping wide open.  By the time she had three fingers
sliding in and out with ease, I was no longer apprehensive.  I knew it'd
close back up, but now re-entry would be smooth.

   "And...  they didn't tell you this, but I get a bonus." With that she
moved my legs wide and buried her face in my muff, spreading my labia with
an eager tongue, wetting me from clit to cave and making me squirm like an
eel.  After a few minutes I was feeling that tingle, but she stopped and
lubed up the rest of the area.  "The bonus," she smiled, "is why I lube."

   She took my hand and walked me out to the set, stark naked and greased
for anal action.  The ordinarily bored and workmanlike crew had congregated
at the edges to watch what they knew would be something other than the
usual.

   I was a wreck, I couldn't meet anyone's eyes.  What did they think of
me? Would they laugh, sneer?  What had I gotten myself into?  Should I just
grab my clothes and split?  My brain was racing like Jeff Gordon.  Alvie
made the call that brought me back.

   "Places!  Red, on your knees here facing this camera.  Chris, to her
right.  No heft, kids, she needs to work for it.  Steve, get behind and
play with her tits.  Lights hot.  Roll one and two.  Got speed?  OK, and...
action!"

   I reached for Chris's dangling cock and nibbled at the circumcised tip.
He let me suck on my own for a minute, then started forcing his gradually
expanding tool farther into my mouth.  His girth made it impossible to
swallow, so I slobbered as I worked up and down until he was fully rigid.

   I was lost in sensation, the feelings indescribable.  My breasts were
being roughly squeezed and tweaked by an expert, something that drives me
wild, but I couldn't concentrate on that with this big dick in my jaws.

   I forced my eyes open to take in the scene.  I knew I should be aware of
the cameras, as I'd seen them do before, but all I could see was the crew,
Billie and Alvie watching me turn into a public slut.  My pussy juiced even
more at the thought of the obscene spectacle I was creating.  Me, porn
star!

   I guess it had all been discussed and blocked while I was being prepped,
because no commands were needed for the shifts.  Now I had Steve's
stiffening cock to suck as well, and I alternated between my two prizes.

   I'd have been happy to just suck for twenty minutes, but there had to be
more.  Steve nudged me to stand, then guided me two steps to the bed and
onto my back, spreading my legs as he went.  He took the same position
Billie had, and picked up where she'd left off.

   There's a difference between amateur and professional pussy licking. 
Within seconds I was howling out a climax, as he managed to keep my hairy,
slippery parts exposed to the camera.  And another.  Any other time I'd
have been crying uncle, but the show must go on.  And it was harder now,
because Chris was back in my mouth continuing his blow job.

   I kept on sucking as Steve positioned himself at my entrance.  I
wondered if maybe he'd be too big, but he had no such qualms.  He rubbed up
and down my slit to get lubed, then found the way in and pushed one long,
smooth stroke right to the bottom.  I arched my back so much in response, I
lost contact with Chris for a second.  I hazily wondered if I'd ruined the
shot.  Then I didn't wonder anything.

   Steve fucked me with vigor, his tool spitting me like a hare as he found
a steady pace leading me high and higher.  The guys had done this before,
because they moved me around and swapped ends with ease.  I couldn't stop
climaxing, and you know I didn't want to.

   I had to stop coming at one point.  I must have been drenched in sweat
because we took an unscheduled break and Billie toweled me off like I was a
racehorse after the Preakness.

   Then we rolled cameras again and Chris lowered me into 'reverse cowgirl'
on top of him.  But he wasn't aiming for my cunt.  I felt the pressure of
his fat dick at my asshole as he slowly overcame its reluctance.  Inch by
inch, in a little then out and farther in, until finally I was sitting on
his stomach.  I had done it, and without discomfort (thanks, Billie!).  I
had a giant cock fully up my ass and it felt really, really good.  I threw
my head back and started rubbing myself.

   Chris bounced once to let me know I should do some of the work, so I
started pumping, sliding up and down his shaft as he guided me by holding
my sides and cupping and kneading my sensitive breasts.  This was way
better than my only other butt fuck, a clumsy affair with an inept boy who,
like me, hadn't a clue.  Now it'd be part of my sexual repertoire forever.

   On and on we fucked, with Steve occasionally massaging my clit to keep
me at high RPMs, just on the edge of coming from this ass fuck.  A full
climax eluded me, but I was ratcheting up.  Then we stepped on the gas, as
Chris pulled me back by my tits and Steve once again presented his cock to
my slippery cunt.

   This time, though, I was already full of dick.  Chris had to back
partway out of my ass to give him room.  The feeling of fullness was
intense, like nothing I had imagined, as they pushed into my holes in
unison and began slowly building the pace.  At first it felt like one giant
cock fucking me, but a slight shifting of rhythms soon reminded me I was
being skewered by two wonderfully different ones.

   I was rocketing toward nirvana on a pair of penises.  My vision slowly
faded to a dull red and my hearing deserted me.  In this formless void I
saw a distant glow.  My body strained, ached, to take me there.

   And all around me, eyes were watching.  I sensed them, and through the
camera a million more.  Men in Boston and Bangladesh were furiously
masturbating as this redheaded pixie was penetrated by two tireless fucking
machines.  I looked down upon them all from my silent tower, as the light
gathered and rushed toward me in one last, glorious burst.  I died.

   But I didn't.  As sight and sound returned, I felt the smacking of
flesh, heard the men grunting, saw their cocks pumping into my frothing
flesh.  They were approaching their ends too, but there'd be no facial
money shot because there was no way I'd ever get vertical.  They must have
known that, because first Chris, then Steve, let loose and pulsed their
semen directly into my ravaged ass and cunt.

   Their dwindling cocks slipped reluctantly out, and the camera moved in
to watch their seed ooze from my distended holes.  Alvie finally called
"Cut, save the lights," and the set went back to daylight.

   I couldn't move, but I didn't need to.  As I lay there in obscenely
exposed passivity, I felt rather than saw Billie move in to lick the mix of
juices from my sopping crotch.  "Bonus," she whispered.  The rest of the
crew was close by, some of the men stroking their own exposed cocks as
Billie enjoyed her creampie.  So much for professional detachment.

   Alvie went to both cameras and removed the tapes.  "Back in a few," he
said.

   Then he did something I could never, ever have anticipated.  He paused,
looked at the aroused crew then back to me as if making a decision.  And
said, "She's paid for, guys, go ahead and fuck her.  Any hole, but nothing
rough, no marks." It was so unexpected, and I was so out of it, I couldn't
even start to form a protest.  And, god help me, I didn't want to.

   Six guys fucked my slick ass and cunt over and over, for maybe half an
hour.  Mostly one at a time, but there was at least one try at a DP.  They
couldn't use my mouth much because I kept drifting off in slack-jawed
exhaustion.  When I did rouse it was to climax again and again.

   Alvie finally came back and shooed them all away.  He sat on the bed
stroking my damp forehead as they packed up, and the place emptied out
until it was just the two of us.  Billie may have been somewhere in the
house, but otherwise we were finally alone.

   He bundled me gently into the shower and set hot needles streaming
against my sagging body, soothing my swollen nipples and reddened crotch.
It took me about fifteen minutes to recover full awareness and start to
feel human again.  As I replayed events I knew Alvie had been right, this
would stay with me forever.

   The fantasy porn shoot had been, well, fantastic, and if the day had
ended there I could have died happy.  But to throw a gang bang on top! 
This was something we'd never discussed, something, in fact, that had
barely flickered in my darkest consciousness.

   How could a woman want to be gang raped by strangers?  Yes, it wasn't
really rape but the desire is the same, to be used as no more than an
unthinking hole for men's grunting pleasure.  How could he know I would
like that, when I didn't know myself?  And what now?  Had something been
awakened that would need feeding, or had something been put to rest?  I
guess I'd find out.

   I toweled off and got back into my clothes.  I found Alvie at a laptop,
just finishing a rough cut of what we'd shot.  He looked up and smiled,
then rose to give me a big hug and a deep kiss that melted me.  My relief
was enormous.  I didn't disgust him!  I wasn't just another whore in one of
his fuck films.

   "You," he said with his trademark grin, "are one hell of a hot woman. 
If I ever sold this I really could retire to St.  Barths.  C'mon, are you
ready to see what you did?  Sit here.  Press that."

   In some ways it was classic porno, but the overwhelming intruding
thought as I watched was: this is me.  That's my pussy getting licked, my
ass being probed, my tits being stretched and sucked by these two studs.  I
felt the heat rising in me again, and I reached for Alvie's hand to steady
myself.

   He stood behind me and softly stroked my hair, my shoulders and down to
my breasts.  Sore as they were, my nipples responded, and as my screen self
screamed out that final orgasm, I turned to him and tugged down his zipper.
Not surprisingly, he was hard.

   "No, babe, you don't need to...  unh!"

   "Shhh.  This is just for you.  It won't take long."

   I sucked until he came, finally getting the money shot we'd missed on
the set.  "Thank you a thousand times, Alvie.  I don't know how you knew a
gang bang would turn me on so much.  What told you?  And when did you plan
it?"

   "Fact is, Red, I didn't know or plan, but rape fantasy is more common
than you might think.  When I saw how much you'd aroused my very jaded
crew, guys who've seen it all, I just went for it.  If you'd reacted
differently I'd have shut it down right away.  But you didn't.  You loved
it, as we all saw."

   He handed me a DVD and a couple of tapes.  "This is everything.  The DVD
is a cutdown of the main camera, just to take out the pauses, and the other
tape is the BTS.  No copies anywhere.  Do what you want with them, but I
suggest you destroy the tapes.  Hide the DVD well and watch it once in a
while to keep the memory fresh.  But don't let anyone see it unless you
trust them with your life.  Once it's out, it's out forever."

   I took his advice, after watching the behind-the-scenes tape once to see
what had gotten the crew's cocks out.  Shit, I'd have fucked me too.

   Happily, all this didn't turn me into a raging slut on the prowl for
more and more cock.  Instead it had exorcised my demons and given me a
touchstone, a benchmark for pleasure and a reliable trigger for orgasm
when, as rarely happened, I found one elusive.

   Alvie and I went out for a while longer, and when it finally tapered off
it wasn't because he'd lost respect for me, it just wasn't meant to be a
long-term thing and we both knew it.  We parted good friends and he was
even at my wedding a few years ago.

   I still have the DVD, and I get a secret thrill knowing it's sitting
openly on our movie shelf, labeled "Crocheting Tips".  I watch it once a
year around the anniversary of that incredible night.  I'm sure my husband
has never made a connection to my occasional sudden need to get fucked hard
in every hole.

   Thanks, Alvie, for the greatest gift I've ever received.  It's still
giving.

   END

   With love from Nico, January 2012.  nicoloco @ live.com
   Share this please, but not for sale.  And now write your own story.

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