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“Action!” I shouted.Looking at the monitors, I saw my husband, Dick Philips, laying on his back in a 69 position with Cheyenne, a major porn star, licking her pussy while she was giving him a blowjob. I had three cameras trained on the action, from left to right, camera 1 – a close-up on Cheyenne’s mouth sucking cock, camera 2 – a wide shot, and camera 3 – a close-up on Dick slurping pussy. I was sitting behind a small mixing desk in a three camera outside broadcast van, ready to cut to the next shot. We were also rolling tape on all the cameras for the DVD selection. This was the second shooting day of my first porn film. I, Kat Philips, a masters’ graduate in film from UCLA, was directing a porn movie.I selected camera 2, the wide shot to establish the action. They were fucking on a large four-poster bed, with white cotton sheets. We could see the tropical forest and turquoise ocean through the bay windows in the background. Dick played a rich nobleman, running away from a lost love in England, who fell in love with two women. Cheyenne played the owner of a local tavern that took a liking to the sad looking man. She was the one love interest of Dick’s character.I cut to camera 1, Cheyenne sucking dick. She was very good. With her left hand, she tucked her shoulder length blond hair behind her ear, while holding Dick’s cock at the base with the other hand. She then slowly licked his head; moved down his shaft and up again. She brought his hard-on to her mouth and swallowed the head. Her cheeks dimpled with suction as she bobs her head up and down. Her natural breasts were squashed against Dick’s body.Dick had a beautiful cock, long and thick with a glistening purple head. A thick blue vein ran from his balls, snaked up around the shaft to disappear beneath the head. His balls were without a strand of hair, which made sucking on those big sperm factories pure pleasure. I was amazed as Cheyenne swallowed Dick to the hilt. She was good; no wonder male fans were crazy about her. But I hated her for it. I tried not to think that Dick was my husband.Then I detected something in her eyes. She was registering pleasure from Dick’s ministrations at her pussy. The few porn actresses I spoke to told me they sometimes had difficulty coming on set. They had to be so professional that they cannot allow an orgasm to take away their control.I cut to camera 3, the action on Dick’s face. Cheyenne, the ever professional, had her left leg up to give the camera an unobstructed view to the action. Dick pumped two fingers of his right hand deep into her wet pussy, while sucking hard on her clit. He played with her puffy pussylips, wiggling it with his tongue, then his chin. On the monitor I saw how the sexual pleasure was taking all control away from Cheyenne. Her legs began to twitch, her pussy juices were flowing freely now, with Dick, ever the gentleman, slurping it up like a desert sucking up the rain.I cut to camera 2 to show how Ms. Porn Star was giving up control. Her whole body shook, out popped Dick’s cock as she screamed in ecstasy. I cut to camera 1, the close-up on Cheyenne’s face. She reared her head up like a striking cobra, roaring with pleasure. Her face was a study in radiance. She was definitely glowing with orgasmic bliss. I cut to camera 2 for a wide shot. Another rumble rippled through her body as she arched her back, before she collapsed onto Dick, breathing heavily, her tanned back glistening with perspiration. Dick looked up, concerned.“Cut!” I called, slumping back into my director’s chair. Because I never wore panties, I felt my own juices dripping on the chair. I ignored my assistant, Melanie, sitting next to me, as I quickly wiped my shaved and dripping wet pussy with a Kleenex, adjusted my denim micro mini and walked onto the set. Born an exhibitionist, I knew my skirt revealed more than it concealed. Anyone sitting level to the hem of my skirt would see the globes of my bottom and my pussy sticking out. I was very proud of my large breasts; that’s why I tied the ends of my see-through blouse together, creating a cleavage that left nothing to the imagination. kocaeli escort I felt my tits straining against the flimsy material. My nipples must have been visible to the lustful eyes of the crew. Unfortunately, with Cheyenne naked, her open pussy displayed before their eyes, no one noticed me.Melanie trotted behind me; clipper board ready. I heard the applause from the crew. The two male cameramen and the lighting guy sported huge erections in their jeans. The female cameraperson, the sound lady and the make-up artist’s nipples were pushing at the soft material of their t-shirts. Did I detect wet panties as well?Cheyenne was all flustered. Sitting with his legs spread-eagled on the bed, with Cheyenne’s legs draped over his, Dick held her against his breast, still concerned. He ignored the applause.“Kat, I’m sorry, I’m so fucking sorry,” whispered Cheyenne as she saw me approaching. She moved away from Dick, her dripping pussy in full view. “It has never happened before.” I saw a small upside-down pyramid patch of hair pointing to her long clit protruding from her puffy pussylips.“Don’t be silly,” I gave her a false smile, tearing my gaze from her cunt. “That was fucking beautiful.” I took her beautiful face in my hands and kissed her softly on the mouth. I tasted my husband. Cheyenne smiled and kissed me back. Her sharp little nose, pouting lips and innocent blue eyes gave me the shivers. I looked at her large tanned areolas and hard nipples. She fucking enjoyed my husband’s wonderful touch, the bitch.“Can you continue?” I asked.“Of course. What’s next?”“You ride him, cowgirl style, and catch his load on your tits.”“Cool.”“Dick, my love, can you get it up?” I grabbed his raging hard-on.“What a question.” He pulled my face towards his and gave me a wet kiss. I tasted Cheyenne’s pussy as Dick stuck his hand beneath my skirt. I stopped him before he reached my dripping pussy and playfully warned him:“Don’t you have a leading lady to fuck?” He smiled and turned to Cheyenne, his hand seeking her pussy. Looking at my two adult performers, my professionalism took over.“I want you two to start off the way you sat before, holding onto each other. Something more than a welcome fuck happened. I want to capture that.” I turned to the crew:“Adjust the lighting and move the cameras,” I smiled at them. “Let’s see if they can top that performance.” I met Richard (Dick) Philips two months ago at an afternoon party of a mutual friend. We were both interested in nature conservation and our mutual friend had a fundraising-get-together for people in the entertainment industry of Los Angeles. I didn’t know that Dick worked in the adult industry and when our mutual friend introduced us, she didn’t mention it either. We hit it off right away. I was impressed with this tall dark and handsome young man with his designer stubble, his beautiful teeth and dimpled smile. We talked about our travels, the state of pollution in LA and the rest of California, and what we could do to prevent the total destruction of our environment.It wasn’t long before we wondered hand-in-hand down to a private beach and started to kiss. His caring, soft kisses and caressing hands down my spine and over my bum weakened my knees. We dropped on the soft beach sand as he continued to probe my mouth with his tongue. His right hand traveled up my leg, under my short dress to my wet pussy. He stopped kissing me when he found I didn’t wear any panties.“Ready for action?”“Always,” I said. “I never saw the need to confine my pussy behind satin walls.” I opened my legs wider to give him better access, and to invite his cock into my pussy. But he stopped the action, got off me and quickly removed his clothes. He ran into the sea. “Come and get me,” he shouted.I slipped off my dress and ran after him. Splashing in the water, I caught up with him and grabbed his hard-on. “I want you inside me before you shrivel to a peanut,” I said as I pushed his large cock into my wet pussy. We were only knee deep in the water. He pulled my legs up in his strong arms and fucked me, hanging on for dear life. I showered his kocaeli escort bayan face with kisses matching his every thrust. My hips responded to his actions and moved in unison, up and down, in and out, up and down, in and out. I slowly contracted my pussy muscles around his manhood, feeling every ripple on his cock moving up and down deep inside my love tunnel. With every stroke, my clit scraped against the base of his cock. The friction sent waves of lust and pleasure through my body.Dick stumbled as a sea wave hit us the same time our orgasms exploded in our bodies. “Oh, fuck, I’m coming,” I shouted, but didn’t slow my movements. I wanted to milk his manhood dry. My legs ached as I continued to contract around his cock. As he fell backwards in the water, he came with a scream. I saw his face, filled with lust disappear beneath the waves. He came up, splattering and coughing but still impaled in my pussy.We crawled our way back to the edge of the water and lay there, watching the setting sun. My hand never left his cock and his fingers played erotic tunes on my clit and in my pussy. We didn’t bother to stop or cover up when other partygoers walked past. Later on, we walked naked through the party to his car, getting lustful and jealous stares from the crowd. Still naked we got into his convertible and drove off to his pad.The rest of the week sped past like someone pressed the fast forward button. All I remembered was the fucking, the long talks, walks and enjoyment of each other’s company. I had fallen in love with the guy. One night, I prepared a romantic dinner at my small apartment, waiting for the right moment to express my love.When he came into the room, looking dashing in his sports jacket, white t-shirt and blue jeans, I saw that he also had something important to tell me. Maybe he was also in love with me, maybe he wanted to ask me to marry him.“Kat, I have fallen in love with you.” This guy didn’t beat around the bush. I liked that in a man. Honesty. “But there is something about me you have to know.”I poured his favorite red wine and handed him the glass. He swirled the wine in the glass, whiffed at the bouquet and slowly took his first sip. Satisfied with the ritual, he continued:“I work in the adult industry.”“Fancy that.” I didn’t catch the “adult” the first time. “And I am a film director.”“I know. Listen, I am a porn star.” His face was full of concern. “I fuck women for a living.”It was as if I was hit by a bucket of cold water. The man I loved, fucked the best-looking pussies in the world, gets blowjobs from the best and gets paid for it. I was stunned. I drained my own glass of wine and quickly poured another and downed that to numb the shock. Not only does he fuck the most fuckable women, but also other women drool over his cock and balls.I stood up, shaking. I walked wobbly to the balcony and grabbed hold of the railings till my knuckles were white. I looked at the lights of LA and tried to make sense of my life. I slowly released my grip and restored reason to the turmoil of my emotions.My parents taught me that one could never possess another person, even in marriage, or in love. One can also love more than one person at a time. On my sixteenth birthday, I caught them in bed with the parents of my best friend. I knew about my parents’ lovers, even watched how they swapped partners. I always thought that I wouldn’t be the jealous type. And now I’m jealous as hell. I walked back into the apartment and stood before Dick.“I know I can never match the sexpertise of your onscreen lovers, but I love you and want to be with you.” His smile melted any emotional resistance to the reasonable route I took.“On one condition,” I continued. “I don’t want anything to do with your work.” When he agreed, I fell into his arms and kissed him. Suffice to say, that night we fucked our brains out and the next week we were married.I tried in vain to find a directing job in the Hollywood film industry, even though I am a woman. I did my Honors degree on Krzysztof Kieslowski’s The Three Colors Trilogy and my Masters on Akira Kurosawa. Still, nobody izmit escort took my beauty, my flaming hair and my lusty figure serious enough to give me a change to direct. Dick nagged me for a month to try writing a porn movie to direct. I hated it but it was the only avenue open to me. I looked at hundreds of the best porn on the market before I consider myself ready to tackle the task. With his connections, I got the job, the budget, the actors and the backing from friends to do the movie. “Camera three, on action, you start on a close up of Cheyenne’s face on Dick’s shoulder,” I said through the coms with the cameras. “Then I want you to dolly back till you get a full shot of the action. Tell Dick and Cheyenne to start exploring each other on action. I want some good fucking, people.”There was a short delay with the lights and make-up. I switched off the coms. Melanie, sitting next to me, was an energetic bundle with short black hair, glasses, dressed in a white t-shirt and blue jeans.“Aren’t you jealous of Dick fucking Cheyenne? I couldn’t stand it if I were you.”“Why? He’s a professional doing his job, and I’m a professional doing mine,” I lied. “I love him and know that he loves me. I also love you, Cheyenne, and everyone else. Fucking is the best way to express love. It is when we think we can possess someone that jealousy enters a relationship.” What load of crap was I spinning there? Did I really believe this bullshit? I glanced over to the monitors to see if the crew were ready. They were still busy with the lighting and Cheyenne’s make-up. “The truth is, I don’t own Dick, and he doesn’t own me.”“But isn’t that extreme? What if he loves Cheyenne more than you?”“Tough shit. He has the freedom to do that.” I’ll kill of course, I thought to myself. “What would you do if I say I would love to fuck you?”“I’ll be flattered, but I don’t have someone special in my life now.”“We’re ready,” came a voice over the coms. I threw the mike switch on.“Action!”Camera 3 pulled back to reveal Cheyenne and Dick busy masturbating each other. Good thinking. Camera 1 had a close-up of Cheyenne pumping Dick’s cock in her fist. I cut to one. Camera 3 quickly got a CU of Dick’s fingers in her pussy.“Camera 3,” I whispered. “One cue, you tilt up to show the passion on their faces.” The masturbating action between the two continued for a while. Cheyenne’s juices were flowing again and the precum on Dick’s head glistened under the lights. Then Cheyenne leaned forward and kissed Dick, pushing her tongue into his mouth. He slowly twirled his tongue around hers, sucked on her lips before he moved down her neck, planting kisses all the way. She fell back to give him access to her breasts. He scooped her tits in his hands and darted his tongue over her erect nipples. She moaned a little. The action was hot and oozed love and sexuality. Then she pushed Dick backwards and took his cock in her mouth.“What the fuck? That is not what I said.” I was upset, but before I could say CUT, Melanie put her hand on my thigh and moved it to my pussy.“Leave it. It will give us an extra few minutes.” On the monitor, I saw Cheyenne kissing the purple helmet. I cut to camera 2 for a wide shot, always the save bet.“Camera 1. Get me a close-up.”When he was ready, I cut to the action. Cheyenne slowly, lovingly teased the top of Dick’s cock with her long tongue. She twirled it around the smooth head, before pushing the tip into the small eye opening. His cock pulsated with pleasure. Making a ring around his cock with her fingers, Cheyenne rhythmically moved it up and down his shaft. Then she put her mouth over his cock and followed her hand down to the base of Dick’s shaft. She deep throated him without gagging. By the movement of her throat, I surmised that she used the back of that canal to add pressure and pleasure to his engorged dick. How I envied Cheyenne for her expertise.I was so engrossed with the action that I nearly forgot to cut to another camera. Camera 3 had a close-up of Dick’s face.I cut to three.Dick was smiling his wicked smile as he lifted Cheyenne onto his cock. I cut to camera 2 as she lowered herself on his waiting fuck pole. She opened her legs wide for a better view on camera 3. Dick massaged her heavy breasts as she grinded her pussy on his groin. Camera 1 gave me a tight shot the action from behind.
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