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Film for a few friends



It was too early to go to bed and too late to get dressed and go out, assuming she could think of somewhere she wanted to go, so Lynn Langley found herself wandering aimlessly through the house in her nightdress half-heartedly tidying up the living room and wondering if she could get some money out of her husband, Matt, for some new curtains. The night was uncomfortably warm and humid, and she knew that it would be impossible to sleep with the hot south wind blowing into the bedroom window. Lynn always found it difficult to doze off when her husband was away, and these days the TV studio seemed to be sending him out of town more and more frequently to film track meets, high school football games, boxing matches, and anything else in the sports world which might conceivably interest the athletically minded viewers of WRT-TV, the local television.

Depressed and feeling a slight headache coming on, Lynn meandered lazily into the bedroom and threw herself unhappily on the big double bed, her long blonde hair spraying out against the whiteness of the pillow. The breeze from the window was hot, but moving air of any temperature was refreshing, and she enjoyed the feeling of the wind caressing her lightly clad body.

Lynn had the stunning voluptuous figure of a young Greek Goddess, and a professional photographer would have immediately noticed that this was an exceptional-looking girl and reached for his camera. The filmy silk nightgown barely hid her high-set widely spaced breasts and the flimsy material was translucent, revealing her pointed, rosy-tipped nipples. The nightie was tight and form fitted, dutifully following the breathtaking curves of her ripely generous figure, flowing over a flat smooth stomach down to full firm thighs and the inviting brown patch of soft pubic hair up between her long tapered legs. There was no question about it; this was a woman worth looking at, and men normally took the opportunity to do just that whenever she passed their way.

But on this hot evening, Lynn's smoothly chiseled features were marred by a frown, and the restless dissatisfaction she was feeling showed clearly in her large hazel eyes. Lynn could not put her finger exactly on the cause of her unhappiness because it seemed that everything that had ever worried and troubled her in the past was coming back to haunt her tonight. Why did Matt have to be out of town whenever she really needed him to cheer her up? On a night like this, they should be mixing drinks, taking cool showers, and making love until they had tired themselves out enough to sleep. Instead, she was alone and love-making was out of the question for three more days!

The voluptuously attractive young wife shook her head to drive away the bad thoughts which were tormenting her mercilessly and decided to wash her face with cold water. Why did it have to be like this? Other women managed to forget their premarital love affairs, marry good honest men like Matt and then settle down, happy and content for the rest of their lives. If she had only listened to what her mother had taught her as a child she would never have gotten herself involved with a character like Phil Agard to begin with, and she would never have learned to be dissatisfied with a fine upstanding individual like her husband. She should have gone to her wedding a virgin and not a slightly used kept woman with remorse for the past and continual worries about the future.

She washed her face without feeling much better for it and returned to her bed, knowing in advance that she would never be able to get to sleep as long as she was in this condition. Small beads of sweat were already forming all over her body, and she realized instinctively that the evening's heat was only half of the explanation, the other half being too shameful to admit even to herself. She was aroused, excited! She needed some physical satisfaction, and there was none in sight!

Somehow, as the languid, sexually deprived woman sprawled on her bed, the thin fabric of her shortie nightgown landed high on the flat tantalizing plane of her stomach, exposing the softly tempting darkness between her slightly spread legs. Beneath the fine flaxen hair of her pubic mound, the warm south wind swept boldly over the thin hair-lined slit of her open loins.

And it felt good! She was so turned on tonight that even the delicate impersonal touch of the wind was sensual, and she spread her lithe, tapered legs even farther apart, baring the whole moist crevice of her cunt to the hot breeze from the window. Then, with an abrupt gesture, she raised the firmly rounded half-moons of her buttocks off the surface of the mattress and slid the nightie up over the rising mounds of her breasts. A moment later, she removed the gown completely, wanting to let the hot, lust-inciting wind caress her totally naked body.

Oh, God, what the hell am I doing, she moaned to herself in anguish. A couple of days without my husband, and here I am, acting like a sex-starved teenager! Lynn, when will you ever grow up?

Then, without warning, a terrible temptation swept over her. It was something she had not done since she had married and something she had sworn she would never do again, but she knew even as she battled against it that the temptation was going to win and her willpower would lose!

Tonight she was going to get that old diary out of the desk and retread it again!

No sooner had the thought struck her mind than she was on her feet, finding the key in her purse and fitting it deftly to the desk drawer where she kept her personal papers. Like most romantically inclined young women, Lynn had scrupulously kept a diary during her teenage years, recording those very special events like her first date, her first kiss, and even her first sexual experiences. And even after she had gone to work as a secretary at WRT-TV and gotten involved in her disastrous love affair with Phil Agard, the president and manager of the television station, she had continued to write jotting down what they had said and done to one another during the most intimate moments of their association. Later, when the affair was obviously going sour, she had clung to the diary as if it were her only friend, confiding everything in the crude vulgar explicit language which Phil himself used and had taught her to use. Her marriage to Matt had brought an end to diary writing, and she had told herself on her wedding night that all that childish foolishness was now behind her forever. She had even considered burning the book to prevent Matt from ever stumbling upon this record of sin and degradation, thus finding out just how his innocent little wife behaved before their marriage!

But, unfortunately, she had never had the courage to burn it and now her hands trembled slightly as she held it before her for the first time in four years. She opened it at random:

... I felt my body turning on like an electric light! It didn't hurt any more and there was a strange restless tingle running maddeningly up and down my backbone as he crushed fiercely into me... all the nerve endings in my body were going off like sirens and my hot gaping little cant felt as if it were going to explode. I called his name over and over again like a crazy woman and he put his hand over my mouth to keep the neighbors from finding out that my boyfriend was not only a married man but the director of the television station. Everybody knew Phil and he was always afraid of a scandal!

... And when he really got started, I was rotating my hips recklessly from side to side, trying to excite him as much as I could, and deep, deep inside my stretched, battered vagina, I could feel his hard impaling cock stuck all the way up in me like a sword thrust into a sheath, so far in that the thick red tip of his manhood was rubbing torturously against my cervix. I never felt so absolutely filled in my entire life and my tender little pussy seemed as though it was being shattered into a thousand pieces! I treed to hold my shivering, quaking body still and not make a complete fool of myself, but the piteous groans just kept coming out of my mouth, one after another, and I seemed to have lost control over my legs because they were splayed out wildly on either side of his long jerking pole, and my whole body was bucking and heaving like mad. I couldn't help myself! It was as if he had climbed right up inside my cant!

Phil could hardly hide the sadistic grin on his face when he saw that I was coming on like an express train. Phil is cruel, really, because he makes me cum again and again, even after I'm tired, and he makes me lose control of myself completely so that I end up every evening in bed with him acting like a lust-driven animal instead of an intelligent human being. And it was no different tonight. I could feel the fluttering little muscles inside of my cant starting to palpitate and nibble at his cock the way they do when I'm getting ready to cum and the lips of my convulsing vagina were all dilated and wet while he pumped his hot searing sperm into me so savagely that I thought he was going to tear me apart.

A tear rolled down off her cheek and moistened the page she was reading as Lynn found herself wondering how a well brought-up girl who was supposed to know right from wrong could ever have put pen to paper and written such awful, obscene, disgusting things. It was bad enough to have done what she had done with Phil, but to have written about them afterwards!

For a moment, she almost felt that she now possessed the courage to carry this horribly incriminating document into the bathroom and flush it down the toilet page by page. But instead she read on, possessed by a strange masochistic desire to torture herself even more, and she flipped through a few pages of the diary to read her recollections of another passionate steamy night in bed with the television executive who she had served as lover and secretary for a torrid six month period.

... Somehow, I'll never be able to forget his cock if I live to be a thousand. It's impossible to describe, but tonight it looked just like an enormous medieval cannon about to fire. I tried not to look at it, but every time I see Phil naked and aroused like that, I can't take my eyes off of his groin, wondering how it is possible for that battering ram to fit up inside my poor tormented body. Every time he throws himself on top of me, I know it's going to hurt like hell when he comes pounding savagely into me, and every time I go ahead and let him do it anyway. Tonight, he was in a real hurry and couldn't be bothered with any of the usual preliminaries... Without so much as saying hello, he pushed me backwards onto the bed with a kind of snarl and climbed on top of my naked body like a wild animal in the mating season and I could feel his hard chest crushing into the softness of my breasts while he probed between my outstretched legs for the tender hair-covered entrance to my eagerly waiting vagina. I should have been happy, I suppose, but somehow this perverse brutality excited me so much that I could hardly breathe and I sucked his tongue into my mouth and thrust my pelvis up against him, wanting that long fat penis inside of me like I had never wanted it before.

It seems crazy to be writing this down on paper, but suddenly I felt my body was just an enormous cant! I was a great big unexplored underground cavern that had to be penetrated and Phil was the brave explorer who was going to march inside of me with his whole body and explore every inch of me! I was going crazy and I almost screamed when I felt the broad, blood-filled tip of his cock jostle against the ragged edges of my vagina, searching impatiently for the opening and teasing the tiny pulsating button of my clitoris. Then he found what he was looking for and shoved! Every time Phil comes skewering into me, I think he's going to split me in two and tonight it was no different. He brutally flicked his hips forward with that funny sadistic grin he has, knowing that he's hurting me and not caring at all, his long fierce cudgel ramming into me to the hilt, so far and so fast that I could feel his balls slapping against my backside as he stretched the rubbery elastic flesh of my battered abused cant almost to the bursting point.

But the pain went away quickly tonight and when it was almost gone, he started sawing in and out of my cruelly stretched pussy as if his life depended upon it. Like always, I began to lose control all over again, and tingles of happy submission came rushing up and down my backbone. My hips started to grind into the mattress as if I wanted to bore a hole in it, and I couldn't keep my silly mouth from babbling obscene dreadful things in his ear, asking him to suck me harder and deeper, and using other words I can't even bring myself to write down on paper.

Before I could get my wits together, sparks started to fly and it happened to me, like always. The moment I felt his fat muscular cock get stiff and hard, and the hot sticky cum start pouring into me, filling me to the brim, a thousand tiny sparks seemed to go floating merrily all through my body. My strength disappeared and he creamed into me like a madman while I lay moaning on the bed, with my legs curled tightly around his back.

Lynn found herself blushing furiously almost as if she were reading these shameful phrases aloud to a group of her friends and the young wife looked around her empty bedroom in fright, half expecting to see her quiet, mild mannered husband sitting in his easy chair next to the bed and demanding an explanation. No, there was no question about it, she told herself with an effort to firmness, it was too dangerous to leave this book in existence. Matt was hardly the type to go prying through her private things, but if he should happen some day to discover these words, it would be all over between them. Perhaps their marriage had been a little dull sexually as far as Lynn was concerned, but Matt seemed to be satisfied and happy; and she knew that his sense of morality and decency would never permit him to live together with a woman who was capable of writing such depraved unholy words as these. The book had to be destroyed!

Nakedly, the young wife walked to the bathroom, now determined to burn the diary page by page and flush the ashes down the toilet so that her descriptions of the last orgies with Phil Agard would be gone forever and a whole shameful chapter of her life would be erased completely. She perched on the edge of the tub and balanced the diary on one naked knee with a book of matches on the other. Trying to keep her courage up, she tore out the first few pages and set them ablaze, choking a little on the thick smoke which immediately filled the bathroom and trying not to yield to the overpowering temptation to read any more of this record of degeneracy and sin. Tears running freely down her cheeks, she resolutely burned her way through the entire six months of her affair with the TV executive, keeping the book upside down so that her eyes could not accidentally pick up some stray phrase or passage which might set her off again. Then she came to the last entry, the one she had written after her last meeting with Phil, the night before she had accepted her husband's offer of marriage. She had to see it one more time and she knew that rereading what had happened between them one last time would give her the moral strength she needed to go ahead and finish the job. Her fingers trembled as she held the last remaining pages up to the bathroom light.

Phil came by after work as promised. He has always been a little rough with me, but actually it was part of the attraction, and I can't deny that usually it excites me. But lately he has been growing -- how should I say it? -- a little perverse, wanting me to do certain things that I could never force myself to do. It's bad enough having a love affair with a married man, but Phil seems to want things from me that no decent woman would do, even with her own husband. Tonight it was worse than ever.

He never even gave me time to undress, and when I protested the fact that he was ripping my clothes to shreds, he hit me across the mouth, hard, and I still have a red mark there. Then he said that he was tired of messing around and told me that a man like him needed some real action once in a while. I was so upset that I began to cry and he grabbed me by the arms and forced me down on my knees in front of him. I was shaking so badly I thought I was going to fall on my face, but I managed to get hold of myself, thinking he was only a little drunk, and I hung onto his legs while he undressed.

His penis was already erected, and I had never seen it so close before. There were long blue veins on the underside, running all of the way from the thick black patch of pubic hair around the thick shaft of his cock out to the red, blood-engorged bulbous gland which was swinging menacingly only inches from my parted lips. I felt his hands in my hair, pulling me steadily closer and he kept telling me to open my mouth... I didn't quite understand, but there was a horrible suspicion forming in the back of my mind, a horrible desperate fear that perhaps he wanted me to take his penis into my mouth! Then it came to me in a flash and I suddenly understood that Phil wanted me to suck him! He wanted to use my mouth as a receptacle for his vile thick sperm.

And in the same instant I knew that this was something I could never do, not in a million years. Phil Agard had dragged me far enough down into the gutter with him, but there were still some remnants of a decent woman left in me, and I got all my strength together and pulled away from him, screaming like a mad-woman. In surprise, he let go of my hair, and I locked myself in the bathroom and sat on the toilet sobbing. He swore at me through the door and left... Tomorrow, I'm going to tell Matt Langley that I'll marry him. I don't really love Matt, but it's the only way out.

And when she had finished the last page, Lynn was suddenly glad she had done it, because the events of that last horrible night with the TV executive reminded her clearly what a beast Agard really was and how right she had been to decide to leave him and marry a decent man. She ripped the final page into tiny shreds and threw them in the toilet, watching the fragments of her past life whirl around in circles as it disappeared down the drain.

But somehow when it was all over, the girl felt no particular sensation of relief. All the written evidence of her evil past destroyed, she walked back into the bedroom, still naked, and threw herself again on the bed, her long tapered legs slightly parted and her arms cast out on either side of her in the classical position of abandon.

The scene would have been an exciting one had there been someone there to enjoy it, for the position of her arms caused Lynn's heavy rounded breasts to protrude more than usual, standing up free and proud as she gazed at herself in the mirror at the foot of the bed. Her mind still occupied with thoughts of the shame of her past life, her hands crept almost unnoticed down to her turgid little nipples, and without realizing what she was doing, the love starved young wife began to massage her own lushly ripened breasts, touching the rose-colored buds of her-nipples until they became hard and erect, and pointed at the ceiling like twin artillery pieces ready to fire. Even as the proper moralistic part of her brain began to tell her that this was ridiculous for a grown married woman, one of her hands stealthily left the soft mounds of her breasts, creeping slowly across the flat plane of her tautly smooth stomach into her moistly heated vaginal crevice.

A concealed witness to this depraved scene would have observed sheer wanton desire flooding into Lynn's eyes as one outstretched finger trembled hesitantly over the thin pink slit of her restlessly twitching cunt. People are often good at preventing themselves from thinking about exactly what they are doing, and Lynn purposely tried to concentrate on something else, hoping to trick herself into forgetting about what her hands were really doing to that super-sensitive place up between her legs. Deliberately focusing her thoughts on the comparative happiness she had found with her simple, religious-minded husband, her sensuous hips began to grind inexorably into the mattress as her sexual arousal grew more demanding and insistent by the second.

The young blonde-haired woman sighed deeply as electric sparks seemed to be jumping from the ragged hair-lined edges of her delicately pulsating vagina to her fingers, and her breath quickened noticeably as she stimulated the tiny pink button of her clitoris, rubbing her index finger over it slowly and sensuously as she deliberately excited herself to greater and greater heights of physical passion, knowing in her heart that the situation was now out of control and that she simply did not have the moral courage to stop this evil impure business. Lynn writhed and moaned as if she were being ravaged by some ghostly invisible lover, her creamy white legs now skewered wildly apart and her fingers boldly invading the throbbing wet orifice of her cunt, stroking the cock-hungry crevice into a maddening burning state which seemed to be consuming her insides. With her extended middle finger she actively stroked the glistening pink clitoris until the sensitive pleasure center swelled up in agitation, doubling in size and tingling as if it were about to explode like a miniature time bomb.

There was no stopping her now, and the orgasm she needed so badly came closer by the minute, attacking her lust-wracked body like a swarm of voracious locusts settling on a rich green field. The mounting passion could be read even in her normally serene face, now contorted into an unrecognizable mask of lust, and she chanted softly to herself as she energetically lathered herself into a state of furious ecstasy.

It was just around the corner, only needing a few more deft touches to bring it on like an express train, and the half-demented girl had three fingers inside of her vaginal cavity now as the orgiastic fluid gushed out of her wetly pulsating cunt, dampening the sheet below her and filling the room with its pungent distinctive odor. Another touch, another caress and...

The doorbell rang!

"Oh Christ!" she groaned in agony, feeling the release she wanted so badly start to slip away from her, slowly but surely.

The doorbell sounded again insistently. Lynn lay still for a few seconds cursing this late intruder whomever he might be, and then darted for the bathroom to mop away most of the moisture from her inner thighs before slipping hastily into her dressing gown. It was nearly midnight, she remarked to herself. Who could possibly be visiting her at this hour?

Pulling the thin clinging dressing gown over her nakedness, the young blonde darted barefoot to the door, making sure that the safety chain was attached before she undid the lock.

"Who is it?" she called fearfully, a recognizable tremor in her voice.

"It's Phil, honey," came the relaxed, easy tones of the television executive who was her husband's present boss and her former lover.

"Phil?" she responded in alarm. "But Phil... I thought... that is, we made a deal when I married Matt that you wouldn't bother me... it's all over between us... you know..."

"Will you stop babbling and let me in?" the producer laughed casually. "I didn't stop by for romance, sweetie, because I've got other fish to try as far as that's concerned these days. I'm in a jam and I need your help on a professional basis, so stop acting like a virgin in an ivory tower and let me in! Isn't Matt around?"

"You sent him to cover that football game on the coast," Lynn snapped as she undid the safety chain and stepped back to admit him into her home, "and you know perfectly well he isn't here."

"Oh yeah, I'd forgotten," Agard replied insincerely as he walked into the room and let his eyes run lecherously over the girl's voluptuously ripened body, her splendid, lust-inciting figure clearly traced beneath the thin clinging fabric of her dressing gown. "Hmmmmmmm, looks to me like you're dressed for action pigeon! You got another visitor, maybe?"

Lynn Langley blushed in righteous anger at this lewd suggestion, pulling the inadequate garment around her as tightly as she could in a vain attempt to hide the contours of her feverishly aroused body from the man's practiced eye.

"I'm alone," she retorted flatly, struggling to keep her composure. "Is there any law against sleeping in the nude on a hot night?"

"None that I know of, baby," smiled Phil, settling himself uninvited into an easy chair and lighting a cigarette without taking the trouble even to offer her one.

"What do you want, Phil?" she insisted, standing over him uneasily. "If one of the neighbors saw you coming here tonight, there could be a scandal. I've got a nice life with Matt now, and I don't want..."

"Relax, pussycats and let me look at you," Agard drawled with vulgar self-confidence. "Goddamn, you're as beautiful now as you were the last time I had you flat on your back! You weren't so nervous about my visits then, as I recall, and as a matter of fact, I always had the impression you looked forward to them. How about a quickie for old time's sake?"

"No!!!!!" she found herself saying although in the back of her mind another voice was saying "Yes!" with approximately the same intensity. You mustn't get involved with this man again, she warned herself. He couldn't care less about you or your husband or your marriage! Matt would find out and the whole world would come to an end as far as you were concerned.

"You said you had some business, Phil," she told him, making a supreme effort to keep her voice level and controlled. "Why don't you tell me what it is. I'm very tired and want to get a good night's sleep tonight."

Lynn knew perfectly well that she was in no position to order this man out of her house. Not only was he Matt's boss and in a position to keep her husband from ever working in television again, but she lived in continual fear that he would open his big mouth and tell Matt exactly what kind of a girl he had married, thereby ruining her marriage.

"Okay, baby, although I see a couple of perky little tits underneath that robe that keep sending me messages that I can't ignore. But the thing is this: we're shooting a television video-tape tonight at the studio, and one of the extras just called in sick. Everything's set to start taping at one o'clock, and I hate like hell to start re-scheduling things at this stage of the game."

"And what do I have to do?" inquired Lynn, a little puzzled by all of this.

"Just stand in for the extra. I'll pay you the going rate."

"I don't understand," she confessed unhappily, not liking something about the situation, but unable to put her finger on exactly what was worrying her. "You know perfectly well I'm not an actress, and why are you shooting a film at one o'clock at night?"

Agard smiled easily and shook his head like an adult being asked to explain something to a simple-minded child.

"You don't have to act, sweetheart," he assured her. "The girl who copped out on me was just an extra. All you have to do is stand there for a couple of hours and look beautiful. It's an oriental scene and you're a slave girl who waits next to the queen. And we're shooting at night because it's quiet, and we can work without being disturbed all the time. Any more questions?"

CHAPTER TWO

Lynn had said no adamantly, but Phil was a hard person to turn down. He had quickly found a way to remind her subtly that her marital happiness depended entirely on his keeping his big mouth shut about their wild life together prior to her marriage, and Lynn realized that in the long run she had very little choice. He had given her five minutes to dress while he smoked quietly in the living room and then bundled her into his car and driven rapidly to the studio.

From the outside, everything seemed dark and deserted, since WRT-TV went off the air at twelve-thirty, but once inside, the young and frightened woman found that the studio was alive with activity. Most of the technicians were men she had gotten to know slightly during the six months she had worked as Phil's secretary. Most of them seemed to be surprised to see her for some reason, and one older man who had always seemed like the grandfather type lewdly pinched her bottom as she walked by him.

"Why's everybody acting so strange?" she questioned her former boss, but the executive was busy and he had neither the time nor the patience to get involved in lengthy explanations.

"Jon!" he called across the studio to a tall, gaunt, sour-faced individual who worked as the studio's make-up man. "Lynn's going to stand in for Millie! Get her squared away, will you? She can share a dressing room with Kelly."

"Is Kelly in the movie?" Lynn inquired with surprise. Kelly Agard was an attractive woman in her early thirties, certainly good looking enough to be a professional actress, but this was the first time that Lynn had heard of Agard's wife actually playing a role in a video-film. But the producer had no time for discussions at the moment, and he waved her in the general direction of the dressing rooms and turned to confer with the video-tapes director, a squat, mean looking man named Lenny who scowled at the world with an ugly cigar protruding from one corner of his mouth.

The longer she thought about it, the stranger this whole situation was, and Lynn found herself growing more and more suspicious as she walked across the set to the dressing rooms with Jon at her side. For one thing, she remembered, WRT-TV did not usually get involved with taping its own shows; the national networks in New York supplied most of the tapes they used except for sports, news, interviews with local politicians, and an occasional cultural program featuring a boring academic speaker from the university. Yet the set which had been erected was obviously intended for a drama of some kind, and Phil had said something about shooting an oriental scene with slave girls. Very strange!

"Why, Lynn, how good to see you, darling," called Kelly Agard as Lynn timidly entered the spacious but cluttered dressing room. The young woman had always been shy and ill at ease with Kelly because of her former love affair with this woman's husband. Phil had once said that Kelly knew all about it and didn't mind, but Lynn had not believed him.

"It's nice to see you, Mrs. Agard," the young wife responded politely, studying the well-built brunette as she took a seat and fumbled nervously through her handbag for a cigarette. "I didn't know you were an actress."

"Oh well, I don't know how much acting talent you need to do this kind of thing, honey. Mostly it's a question of having the body for it. And incidentally, please don't call me 'Mrs. Agard' anymore. Now that we're both in the same business, I think that just plain 'Kelly' will do nicely. Actually I'm amazed that Phil was able to talk you into coming down here tonight."

This strange conversation was making the young blonde more confused by the minute. A good body -- which Kelly certainly did have -- was obviously important for an actress but then so was acting skill! Anyway why should Phil have had any difficulty in getting her to accept a night's work as an extra for a television film? It didn't make any sense.

"Have a drink, dearie," suggested Mrs. Agard in a hearty friendly manner, sliding a bottle of vodka down her dressing table towards Lynn Langley. "We've got awhile to wait before they're ready for our scene, and I find it helps if you go out there a little bit sloshed, if you know what I mean."

Lynn didn't but she accepted the drink anyway, despite the fact that Matt disapproved of liquor and would not keep any in the house. Maybe a quick slug will clear my head a little, she decided, pouring herself a healthy glassful and then adding some tomato juice to make a Bloody Mary. Then she settled back to watch as Jon barged busily into the dressing room and went to work on Kelly's face, applying rouge and make-up to give her skin some color under the bright lights on the set.

"Finish your drink, baby," advised Jon bruskly, nodding in Lynn's direction. "I'm going to be ready to do you in another minute. And better get out of that dress unless you want to get make up all over it."

"What should I put on?" asked Lynn, a little alarmed.

"Who gives a shit?" snapped Jon crudely as he dabbed mascara onto Kelly's skin. "Just get out of the dress."

Blushing at the man's vulgar language, Lynn observed that the older woman was wearing a dressing gown and cursed herself for not having had the brains to bring something like it herself. Here was no sign of anything resembling a slave girl costume, and she hated to make a fuss over what she was supposed to wear, so she took a deep breath, finished her drink to give her courage and then, unzipped the simple print dress she had worn, hanging it on a hook behind the door and sitting back down in her underwear. It was embarrassing for the modest young wife because the brassiere she was wearing was light and filmy, doing very little to conceal the tiny brown nipples on her fully ripened breasts, and the skimpy pair of bikini style panties were not much better.

"Okay, that takes care of your face," the rude, irritable make-up man said to Kelly Agard. "Do you want me to put the body make up on or can you handle it yourself?"

"I'll do it," replied Kelly casually, rising to her feet and surveying herself in the mirror. "If there are any spots I can't reach, I'll yell for assistance." With a calm easy movement, the older woman unzipped the housecoat and stepped out of it, stark naked!

Lynn's eyes almost popped from her head as she watched this hardened older woman inspect her lushly voluptuous body in the mirror as if she were alone in the room, apparently totally untroubled by Jon's presence. Kelly had a sensuous body which could easily go to fat if she began to be careless about her weight, but at the moment, her figure looked firm and desirable, her enormous breasts heavily straining but not yet sagging and her buttocks neat and trim from constant exercise.

"A couple more of these flicks, and then I'll retire and let you take over, honey," she said to Lynn over her shoulder. "You've really got a body worth looking at, and you're at least ten years younger than I am. Here, let's have another drink."

Lynn's mind was going around in circles by this point and she numbly nodded as the naked, full bodied woman turned away from the mirror and mixed the two of them another pair of Bloody Marys, even stronger that the one which Lynn had made for herself a few minutes before. Jon was preparing his make-up kit for the next job, and seemed to be completely at ease in this small confined room with one woman totally naked and another inadequately covered by her brassiere and panties.

"Okay, baby," he informed her bluntly, "Let's put a pretty face on you. Wanna stand up?"

Lynn obediently rose to her feet, her hands shyly covering her nipples since she knew that the brassiere she was wearing did very little to conceal the lush ripe contours of her breasts.

"Shit, you do have a body on you!" he complimented her crudely, stepping back to survey the unhappy embarrassed young woman. "I'm glad Phil found you because we sure can use somebody with big tits like yours and that nice neat little ass! Okay, get over here under the light because they're gonna be banging on the door any minute now looking for you two broads."

Lynn was on the point of protesting his vulgar language, but she reminded herself that this was show business and a real professional actress would be quite accustomed to this crude worldliness of the make-up men and technicians. Also Kelly did not seem to mind, so she concluded that Jon's behavior was probably not unusual. She presented herself under the lights, finally deciding that it was childish to keep her hands over her breasts like this and forcing herself to let her arms hang naturally at her sides. Jon moved deftly into position and began painting her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn watched Kelly Agard squeeze a little brown paste out of a tube and begin rubbing it vigorously all over her body, paying particular attention to her sumptuous breasts and full, shapely thighs.

"Keeps your skin from shining underneath the stage lights," she explained casually to Lynn noticing the girl's curiosity. "You start to sweat out there, and it shows up on the video-tape unless you get some of this stuff on."

"But they're not going to see you... your breasts, surely," objected Lynn, a little dismayed.

"Look, you broads can compare notes later," interrupted Jon with a savage snarl. "Shut up, Kelly and let me put this stuff on her before I have the boss crawling down my neck."

Mrs. Agard just giggled at this rudeness and Lynn fell silent, still wondering why it was necessary to keep perspiration from showing on the parts of the body which could never possibly be seen on television. Jon quickly penciled a little color into Lynn's face and instructed her on the way in which he wanted her to wear her hair. Then he presented her with another tube of body make-up, threw a small mysterious bag on the table, and departed without further explanation!

"What's this?" asked Lynn innocently, picking up the bag and wondering if it were intended for her, frankly happy that the irascible make-up man had finally left them in peace.

"Your costume's in there," explained Kelly in an offhanded manner. "Put it on now and we'll see if they have to make any last minute adjustments. Millie, the girl who got sick, wasn't as big in the tits as you are, and we might have to let something out somewhere."

Thunderstruck, Lynn opened the bag and dumped the contents on the table. Her costume consisted of two pieces, made mostly of rhinestones and designed to cover just the nipples over her breasts and the hair-covered triangle of her pubic zone. Everything else showed! Lynn took one horrified look at the outfit and quickly finished her drink.

"Kelly! I can't... I mean I couldn't possibly..." she began to stammer unhappily, but the older woman cut her off with a gay laugh and poured the two of them their third drink of the evening. Feeling the desperate need to get control of her nerves, Lynn gratefully accepted the offering and swallowed half of it in one quick gulp.

"No problem, baby," Kelly assured her, now sounding a little drunk, "it's really no worse than a bathing suit, is it? Come on, this is the twentieth century, and anyway, you're going to be a hell of a lot better dressed than I will."

"What do you mean," cried the young wife, now seriously worried about what she had gotten herself into. "What are you going to be wearing?"

"Exactly what I'm wearing right now," smiled Kelly Agard calmly, examining her naked lust-inciting body in the mirror. "What kind of a film did you think this was, anyway?"

***

"All right, everybody, let's try and pay attention and see if we can't get this right the first time and save ourselves a couple of tapes. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can all get home to bed," the director growled at the company. Phil Agard was moving rapidly around the room checking all his equipment to make absolutely sure that the shooting would be right the first time at least from the technical point of view. The cameramen, acting as if they had heard this kind of speech before, were making last minute adjustments to the television cameras which would record the scene on tape as well as screen it through a series of television monitors which had been set up in strategic locations just off-camera. No one seemed to be paying much attention to Lynn for which the frightened, half-naked young woman was grateful. Before leaving the sanctuary of the dressing room, she had managed to locate a large bath towel and wrap it around herself as a partial temporary protection against the lustful gazes of the actors and camera crews. Naturally, she knew in the back of her head that the moment was fast approaching when she would be forced to take off the comforting protection of the towel and expose her nearly naked body to the lecherous eyes of every man in the room, but the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed had had its desired effect, and the young housewife was having difficulty in concentrating, finding that her head was swimming slightly in a pleasant alcoholic fog.

"Okay Rick, in position!" ordered Lenny the gruff, scowling director, and a handsome young man wearing only a loin cloth moved out from the sidelines and took his place on the set, standing next to what was clearly intended to be an elaborate royal throne. The actor named Rick was a tall, slender, and extremely handsome young man with a broad muscular chest and extraordinarily light blue eyes. There was something about the easy confident way he moved, coupled with his striking animal sexuality which made it impossible for Lynn to take her eyes off him.

"Right, now you know the sequence, kid, so try not to screw up!" warned the director in the same aggressive bullying tone. "You stand next to the throne at attention and when the queen comes in you bow real low. Remember, you're a miserable slave, and you ain't never been anything but a stupid slave and this lady can have your head chopped off anytime she feels like it, so you're respectful, right? Okay, as soon as Kelly gets her queenly ass on that throne, she nods at you and you serve her a drink from that tray, right? She takes the drink and downs it, but she's still hot so she stands up and has you take off her robe, remember? After that you know what to do. Okay, let's see if we can get through the sequence without somebody dropping their false teeth. Slave girl? Where the hell is the fucking slave girl?"

"I'm here," she volunteered weakly as the director glared furiously in her direction.

"She's new at this," advised Phil Agard from behind the camera. "Take it easy on her Lenny, okay?"

"All right, all right," moaned the ill-tempered director. "Why didn't you tell me this was going to be amateur night? Look honey, that big handsome slave up there is your boyfriend and you don't wanna share him with anyone, including the queen, but she can chop your head off just as easy as pie, so when she starts fucking around with your man, you ain't in a position to protest, got it? But that don't mean you can't look mad once in awhile. And that's all you gotta do, stand there and look irritated, and we'll get you an Oscar. Now get out of that stupid fucking towel and stand on the other side of the throne!"

This was the moment Lynn had been dreading with all her heart, and for an instant she asked herself why in the world she didn't tell this foul mouthed, cigar chomping idiot what he could so with his stupid video-tape and walk out of the studio. Then she caught a glimpse of Phil watching her very carefully from behind the camera, and she knew that if she lost her head and cost him a night's delay, he would find some way to get even with her. He could even fire Matt, despite the fact that good cameramen were hard to find, or worse, he could tell her husband about her past and thus destroy her marriage.

No, she was in it now and there was no way out, even if it meant absorbing some embarrassment. Well, as Kelly had said, it was no worse than being in a bikini... well actually, it was a good deal worse. Her brown pointed little nipples were barely concealed by this ridiculous costume and it gave her no support whatsoever, so that every time she moved, her firmly upthrust breasts bounced provocatively in such a way that all the men in the room could see them jiggling up and down on her chest. And from the bellybutton on down, she was in even worse shape. Supported by a slender golden chain which ran around her waist, there was a triangular shaped jeweled shield which inadequately covered her pubic zone, but the full fleshy half-moons of her buttocks were left exposed and perfectly naked.

But it had to be done and everyone was looking at her expectantly, so she quickly dropped the protective towel on a nearby chair and walked to the other side of the throne, knowing that her face was reddening with shame, but unable to do anything about it.

"Okay, let's roll 'em. Slaves, in position! Kelly make your entrance!"

Realizing that she was on-camera, Lynn drew herself up into a position of rigid attention, observing that Rick, the other slave-actor, was doing the same. From the sidelines came Kelly, her hair done up beautifully and looking as majestic and royal as any real queen. The actress was wearing a long robe which covered her from shoulder to ankles, and Lynn decided with a sigh of relief that the older woman had been merely kidding about appearing stark naked before the cameras. After all, what could they possibly do with a film involving a naked woman? Even her own costume might pass on television as long as the television camera did not focus directly on her and give the TV viewer the opportunity to realize that the slave-girl was nearly stripped to the skin.

Kelly walked regally forward, turned slowly and seated herself deliberately on the throne. For a moment, she simply rested, fanning herself with her hand to indicate that she was suffering from the heat. Then she nodded imperiously to Rich, the actor impersonating a male slave, and he obediently went to a nearby table and presented his queen with a golden goblet containing some clear liquid.

The older actress gulped it down greedily, but it was clear from her expression that she was still feeling warm. With a slow deliberate motion, she untied the strings holding her cloak together at the throat, allowing the garment to fall open and reveal the deep mountainous swells of her lushly tantalizing breasts. With a horrified shock, Lynn noticed that she seemed to be wearing nothing underneath the cloak, and the suspicion that this couldn't be a normal TV film crept quickly back into her mind. But if this tape wasn't being made for broadcast on WRT-TV, what was it for? Certainly Phil Agard could not hope to compete with the big national network in New York City, and all of this was far too expensive to be done for his private amusement.

But Lynn's scandalized contemplation was interrupted when Kelly rose majestically from her throne, her eyes fixed on Rich and her hands pulling the cloak away from her overheated stunning figure, thus destroying Lynn's last illusions that they were involved in something even remotely legal. This film had to be pornographic because the camera was only a few feet away from where the actress stood smiling at her captive slave, and the electric eye of the mechanism could hardly fail to be picking up the lascivious patch of softly curling brown hair which masked the entrance to her vagina, and the rounded heavy spheres of her shamelessly exposed breasts, all things which no television station in the world would ever dare exhibit to the old ladies and little kids who tuned in after dinner.

"I am warm!" Kelly announced in queenly tones, glancing at Rich with a superior air. "Remove my cloak, please."

Sending a nervous glance at his girlfriend, Lynn, Rich made haste to do as he was told, stepping around behind the queen and gently removing the robe from her shoulders. When he returned to his original position, Lynn had to fight to keep an expression of surprise from showing on her face: Kelly was, as she had promised, stark naked, but this public display of nudity did not seem to bother her in the slightest, in fact, she gave every indication of enjoying it thoroughly, running her hands sensuously over the satiny naked flesh of her voluptuously well developed body. But the queen was still not satisfied.

"I do not like to be naked when a man is clothed in my presence," she ordered calmly. "Disrobe!"

No, no, Lynn was crying inside her head. This can't be true, but the slave bowed submissively and unsnapped the loin cloth which covered his groin, tossing it calmly to one side and facing the queen just as naked as she!

Lynn took a gulp of air when she saw Rich's genitals so unexpectedly revealed, and the director frowned at her menacingly, but did not stop the scene. The man's thick white penis was still in the relaxed state, but even dangling tranquilly between his legs, the frightened young housewife could see why Rich was able to specialize in this kind of film. He was huge!

And inexperienced as she was, Lynn could see that the 'slave' was not going to be able to remain unamused forever. His long thick cock was already quivering and jerking slightly as if he were feeling the excitement of being naked in front of this stunningly sensual woman, and fighting a losing battle for self-control.

Nor was Kelly giving him any help. Her narrowed eyes fastened on the lust-inciting spectacle of his massive sexual organ, she walked deliberately toward him, a lewd grin on her face.

"Does my slave dare to become excited in the presence of the queen?" she asked him softly. "I command you to control yourself, or I will summon the Royal Surgeon and require him to remove the cause of the difficulty!"

The slave was obviously unsure whether the monarch was kidding him or not, but the seriousness of the threat had its effect upon his face. But the queen was apparently supposed to be something of a sadist, for she clearly had no intention of allowing her slave to remain unaroused for long. By pre-arrangement, Rich was standing with a pillow at his feet, and Kelly dropped gracefully to her knees before him. Rich struggled to keep his eyes straight and steady, but his internal torment was clear.

"Let me see how well disciplined a slave you are," muttered the queen sadistically, her soft feminine hands reaching up to take his slowly swelling cock between her delicate fingers. To Lynn's startled eyes, it looked like a woman holding a baseball bat! Iron discipline or not, this direct sexual provocation was obviously too much for the young handsome actor, and his massively awakening penis slowly began a steady inexorable rise as Kelly tormentingly manipulated it between her hands, stroking and massaging the thick heavy shaft and blowing on it gently with her full wet lips ovaled.

I don't believe this is really happening! Lynn was trying to convince herself that this was really only a bad dream, struggling to maintain her composure. She would have like to dash from the set, but basically she was intimidated not only by the Agard's and what they could do to her life, but also by the fearsome snarling director who really looked capable of dismembering anyone who ruined one of his scenes.

But meanwhile, this sexual drama was becoming more torrid by the moment. Rich had achieved a massive erection despite the fact that he was still standing rigidly at attention, his eyes straight ahead and obviously trying to give the impression that all of this was not really happening.

Below him on her knees, the queen continued to torment her helpless slave, cradling his large swaying balls in her hands with an amused expression on her face, and rubbing the thick leathery foreskin back and forth over the fat bulbous head of his mighty cock, exposing to the tele-camera's prying eye the blood-engorged gland.

"Your majesty..." the slave began hesitantly, but the words stuck in his throat as Kelly slowly but surely drew his massively pulsating instrument closer and closer to the red glistening surface of her parted wet lips, at the same time carefully pushing the foreskin back as far as it would go.

Lynn was frozen in a state of absolute panic. This was the same indecent animalistic act which Agard had urged upon her during their last night together. It had shocked her so much then that she had broken up their love affair and married a different man. Could it be that Kelly was actually going to do it in the presence of all these people, to be recorded in video-tape?

In another half-second, her question was answered for her... in the affirmative! With a contented purr, the sexually aggressive actress trailed the soft moistness of her lips across the flat muscular plane of his stomach, coming nearer and nearer to the object of her interest. Rich's eyes rolled back in his head as her hot lizard-like tongue darted out tormentingly, flickering at the hardened moist surface of his cock and causing his hips to jerk involuntarily. Despite her horror at the perversity and obscenity of the situation, Lynn found that she could still admire the acting skill of the two participants in this lewd drama. In her mind, she was half-convinced that Rich was terrified of being emasculated by the Royal Surgeon, and Kelly was really a lusty savage queen.

Rich jerked again and now there was no question that this queen was closing in on him and actually intended to commit this sordid depraved act. Lynn had overheard men joking about 'blowjobs' but it had never occurred to her that she would ever witness such a thing under such morally corrupted circumstances. But Kelly had gone too far now to have any thought of backing out.

"You have been a disobedient servant," she informed the trembling male slave, her voice now unnaturally low and husky with gathering passion. "For your punishment, I am going to suck you dry!" And with a sudden skillful lunge, he head dropped forward, one hand snaking around behind his back to hold the man's strong flexed buttocks while the other hand circled his long thick hardness. With a sadistic chuckle, the woman parted her wetly glistening lips and enclosed the head of his cock in the warm sanctuary of her mouth.

Lynn swallowed nervously as she watched with horrified fascination, uncomfortably aware that the sexuality of the scene was spreading quickly around the room like an epidemic of some incurable disease. Behind the camera, Phil Agard adjusted his pants awkwardly to hide the almost painful erection which had been provoked by what was happening before his eyes. Lynn realized that her own little bud-like nipples were expanding inexorably and uncontrollably, trying desperately to poke through the tightly woven fabric of her costume. To her shame, she also felt the orgiastic juices in her body -- still seething from her earlier self-arousal -- were beginning to flow, dampening the smooth creamy flesh between her firmly trembling thighs, despite the fact that she kept assuring herself mentally that all of this was sinful and depraved.

But Kelly was paying no attention to anything except the business at hand, sucking away energetically as if her life depended upon it, and Rich was slowly losing what there was left of his self-control, his hips beginning to jerk back and forth convulsively as the woman's tongue lashed his poor tormented cock into a lather of excitement. Lynn watched, hypnotized, as Kelly's heavily quivering breasts jiggled and danced on her heaving chest while her head bobbed up and down over the man's wildly pulsating cock. Her hands on his iron-hard buttocks, she was urging him to move, to start pumping in and out of her, wanting him to treat her delicately ovaled mouth as if it were simply another cunt which could be fucked and abused any way he wanted to. She was inviting him to pour the hot sticky liquid from his loins deep into her throat and fill her mouth with cum until she overflowed!

The slave had been slow to get the idea, but once he understood precisely what his queen wanted, he went to work with rough enthusiasm, his hands sliding into her long brown hair as he pulled her head back and forth in front of him.

Rich groaned unintelligibly, making Lynn wonder for a moment whether he was simply acting or whether this whole business was really starting to get to him. After all, film or no film his hard thrusting cock was still stuck brutally between the tightly-clasped lips of a real live woman who was doing her damnedest to stimulate him to the utmost. Perhaps the two of them had already forgotten that this whole scene had been organized by Phil and Lenny; maybe they were ignoring the cameras and electric lights and were now both lost in a private sexual fantasy world of their own where Kelly was no longer a make-believe queen but a real one, and Rich was not an actor doing a role but a slave!

As the depraved brunette actress sensed that she was winning her obscene battle, Kelly intensified her efforts, sucking his massively throbbing cock a little harder and moving forward to take as much of it into her throat as possible. Lynn felt certain that she was going to start gagging and choking any minute now, but miraculously she continued to suck away on it happily with sounds of intense masochistic pleasure erupting from her cock-stuffed mouth.

Deep inside the actor's body, great swirling clouds of heat were building up as he looked down at the strained contorted face of the ripe splendidly-built woman who was kneeling submissively at his feet. In the back of his head, Rich knew perfectly well that this was merely a scene in a dirty movie, and one for which he could expect to be well paid, but like every good actor, the young man had the capacity to forget about reality while he was making a film or a video-tape and lose himself completely in whatever part he was supposed to be playing.

The hard-bodied, handsome young actor was not in the slightest embarrassed at the idea of having this perverse sexual act performed upon him in the presence of another woman and a dozen other men; in fact, he had very nearly forgotten about them. All he could think about at the moment was the searing burning sensation caused by his semen as it started to work its way out of the depths of his nakedly pumping body, moving slowly at first and then much faster and rushing explosively down through his testicles and out the long narrow channel in his wildly jerking penis.

He gasped as the spasm hit him with all its force, tightening his grip on Kelly's head out of some wild irrational fear that she would pull away from him just as his churning hot cum swamped her mouth, spoiling everything just when he wanted it to be perfect. The heated white cum spurted out of him in long powerful waves, apparently destined to go on forever, but the lust-stricken brunette actress made no attempt to avoid her degenerate fate.

Indeed, Kelly gave every indication of enjoying it enormously, and Lynn watched with dumbfounded amazement as the older woman sucked wildly away as he came brutally into the warm wetness of her open throat, her Adam's apple bobbing furiously as she endeavored to swallow every drop of the lust-inciting fluid he was pumping so ruthlessly into her mouth. Coughing a little as she choked on the sperm, hums and mewls of slavish masochistic pleasure emerged from the queen's cum-filled mouth.

As she had threatened to do, Kelly had sucked her disobedient servant dry, but it was clear to everyone that she had not quite finished with him yet. Lynn's poor mind went into orbit as she realized that this was not the end of this torrid depraved drama, but that there was to be a second act which would begin almost as soon as the first had finished. Kelly never let up for a minute, persistently continuing to run her lithe active tongue over his jerking, slowly-deflating instrument until she had cleaned away the last remnants of hot sticky cum, but the kneeling actress obviously was still far from satisfied.

Using her hands skillfully, the heavy breasted woman began to chaff his poor tired cock, pulling the skin back as far as it would go and exposing all of the red palpitating gland to the torments of her wetly lashing tongue. Lynn could see the surprise on Rick's face as his exhausted penis began to react once again to the intensity of the stimulation she was giving him, struggling to rise one more time despite the fact that he had just finished a powerful body-shaking orgasm.

And he was going to make it! Bit by bit, the long heavy shaft of the actor's manhood rose to the challenge, straightening and hardening once again until it stood tall and proud before him, precisely as if he had not had a sexual experience in a month.

"Now, that you have learned your lesson, slave," Kelly grinned at him, traces of his sticky white cum still clinging to her lips, "I will give you the opportunity to please your queen. Perhaps if your little friend watches carefully, she will learn how a monarch is to be treated, and I will hand her over to the king for further lessons!"

Lynn blanched at this direct reference to her and noticed that the television camera was focused on her face to record her reaction. She looked horrified at the notion of being handed over to anyone, which was apparently appropriate for the scene they were supposed to be playing since even the sinister director managed to smile sympathetically in her direction.

"Come!" commanded the queen, lying back on the floor with her legs lasciviously parted and her arms stretched out invitingly. "Come and show me that you are worth more than a life of slavery. Make me happy and you win your freedom!"

His manhood fully restored, Rick wasted no time in complying with this depraved order, dropping quickly to his knees between her widely-spread legs and allowing his muscular young body to fall forward on Kelly's full ripe breasts.

"Oh, that feels so nice!" the queen commented as his nakedly powerful body crushed into hers, pinning her helplessly to the floor. Now there was no longer any question of queen and slave, but the age-old picture of man dominating woman, and the television camera zoomed in to study their two lewdly writhing bodies as they sprawled and grappled on the floor like a pair of wildly rutting animals. Kelly's fingernails trailed ruthlessly across the broad expanse of his back, but if Rick noticed the discomfort, he gave no visible sign of it. Instead, he expertly slid his hands beneath the two flaccid half-moons of her buttocks, lifting her clear off the floor with his bulging biceps and gracefully gliding his massively erect cock into her warmly inviting vaginal crevice as if they had rehearsed this bizarre movement for months.

Rick was taking his time, letting the cameras follow his every movement as he ran the heavy, red-tipped rod of his glistening penis torturously up and down the length of her widespread cuntal slit, knowing that this lecherous maneuver was turning her on and taking the opportunity to torment this haughty queen and pay her back for all the humiliations she had heaped upon him.

Nor was Kelly slow to react. Her ripely rounded buttocks were rotating around in desperate circles while her smooth creamy thighs locked around the back of his hard muscular thighs, as if she were trying to force him into her shamelessly aroused body by brute force.

"Now, slave, now!" she groaned, giving the impression of being half out of her mind with unsatisfied lust, and covering the actor's handsome face with wet hungry kisses while her anxiously grinding pelvis ground inexorably into his. Obviously, she could wait no longer. The sex-maddened woman reached down abruptly between their two straining bodies, and she caught his thick tormenting cock in a death-grip, hauling it forcibly between the hair-lined lips of her hotly moistened cuntal opening and driving it into her almost against her will. There was no question about it; Kelly was still the queen, and she still possessed the power to make this particular slave do what she wanted.

But by this point, Rick was beyond resistance. Accepting the inevitable with a cheerful grin, he crashed forward with a violence that made Lynn tremble, and both of the actors simultaneously were forced to groan aloud as Kelly's warm, elastic-like sheath slipped wetly around the pulsating hard shaft of his rock-like penis. A real professional at this kind of lewd exhibition, Kelly had achieved extraordinary control over the internal muscles of her cunt, and she was able to adapt herself easily to a man of almost any size. Rick's massively thick cock was unusually big, in fact, he was gigantic as far as Kelly was concerned, but actors selected for this kind of work were normally larger than average, and the 'queen' was accustomed to handling heavy duty equipment, squeezing back at the young actor fiercely and attempting to give as good as she got.

The actor's long bulbous cock raced up through the already lubricated passageway of her heatedly throbbing vagina, sliding easily through the soft yielding tissue as he thrust himself forward with the determination to bury his manhood in her narrow clasping hole with one bone-jarring brutalizing push. Lynn shuddered involuntarily as she observed this wildly erotic and indecent scene, hearing Rick's heavy hair-covered balls slap brutally against the upturned, unprotected flesh of the actress's ass. She was hopelessly skewered like a chicken on a spit, and for a moment, the tables had now been completely turned. The queen was no longer in charge of what was going on, and the slave was proving with a vengeance

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