“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. 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 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 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.

I cut to one.

Dick thrusts met Cheyenne’s bobbing halfway, with a slapping noise. Their combined fuck juices were splashing all over. Cheyenne’s pussylips hugged Dick’s shaft like a fish gaping for air. With each pullout, the lips lost their grip on the slippery pole, and with each inward movement, it was as if her cunt was devouring his cock. This was fucking good.

Then I became aware of Melanie’s two pumping fingers in my pussy and a thumb rubbing my clit. My breath came in short intakes, matching the rhythm of the action in the foyer of the resort.

I cut to three.

I saw Dick’s engorged member expand, ready to blow. Cheyenne sensed it too and quickly got off and pumped it a few times.

I cut to a wide shot on camera two.

It looked as if they were enjoying themselves. Then camera 3 had a close up of Cheyenne’s hand moving up and down the shaft.

I cut to three.

Then Dick blew his wad. The cum spurted into the air, hitting Cheyenne’s beautiful face, her hair and some lands on her tits. The purple head pulsated with every spurt, emptying the contents of his balls onto his fellow fuck thespian. She licked every drop off his dick, before she collapsed onto his chest, spend.

A moment of silence. We sat in awe as my own orgasm, brought on by my assistant, reached its zenith. I collapsed in my chair.

“Cut,” I whispered, exhausted. Then more applause.

I turned to Melanie and kissed her on her open mouth, sticking my tongue down her throat.

“Thank you. I owe you, big time.” I didn’t bother to wipe my pussy juices dripping down my legs. “What is the next setup?” I asked my lovely assistant.

“Lunch, then a threesome between Cheyenne, Dick and Tessa.”

I walked onto the set, the crew busy de-rigging the lights and cameras while the make-up girl cleaned the cum off Dick and Cheyenne.

“And where is Ms. Tessa now?” I asked Melanie.

“She is still in bed with a terrible rash.”

“I thought the doctor prescribed something,” I felt my anger rising up. So far, this prima donna was nothing but a pain in the ass. “We have to get someone else to take over her role.”

“How about you,” Cheyenne interrupted.

“What?”

“Yes, why don’t you take Tessa’s role?” asked Dick and kissed me softly.

“Who will direct?”

“You can still do it,” said Melanie. “It is only a two-camera shoot, anyway, and I will be there, with your script and shot list.”

“So, I get to fuck my husband on camera?” I joked as I struggle with the idea to fuck on camera. I have taken acting classes, acted in a few stage plays and appeared in five low budget movies, but this was different.

“How can I show my pussy to the world?” I asked the group as we walked to the terrace where lunch was served. Cheyenne and Dick wore their nakedness like comfortable clothes.

“Since we first met, I wanted to get into your panties,” confessed Cheyenne.

“I don’t think so, my dear,” I said as I walked ahead of them. Then I felt my blouse being ripped off and my skirt fell to the floor. I tried to retrieve it, but Dick stopped me.

“Kat never wears panties,” came the smirk from Dirk. Cheers and laughter greeted my forced striptease. We sat down for lunch and started planning the next scene. I was very uncomfortable sitting naked next to the stars along the crew. The director and the two principal talents had a naked lunch with a gawking Melanie still in her t-shirt and jeans. The poor waiters had a tough time serving us with their bulging hard-ons.

Sitting between Dick and Cheyenne, I leaned over and take his semi-erect cock in my hand. I played it cool. “Dick, will your dick be able to handle two beautiful pussies?” I felt my boobs brush against his arm. Then Cheyenne put her hand on my thigh and slipped a finger between my wet, puffy lips.

“My, you are wet, naughty girl,” said Cheyenne. “I’m looking forward to lap up your cunt milk from those lips.”

“Steady on, you two horny bitches,” Dick interrupted our little foreplay. “So, you will do it?” The smile on Dick’s face melted my resistance. Maybe I could show miss smarty pussy a thing or two. Dick continued: “The scene is where the two women fall in love and my character confronts them with a choice. So, he’s only going to fuck one.”

“I want to change the script.” When I saw Dick fuck Cheyenne earlier, a possibility came up. Maybe love between more than two people was possible. My parents were not just horny fuckers. They knew something I am only starting to realize now. “The three main characters must end up loving one another.”

I couldn’t or wouldn’t stop Cheyenne’s finger entering my pussy and frigging my clit. Melanie looked absolutely disgusted with our display of affection. Action was needed and I quickly finished lunch, excused Melanie and myself in order to prepare for the next setup.

“See you on set in half and hour. Don’t be late.” I took Melanie’s hand, picked up my discarded clothes and rushed off to the van. On the way, I quickly threw the two torn pieces of cloth over my exposed body and entered the van. I closed the door and flung Melanie on the desk. I quickly tore off her jeans, her wet white panties and t-shirt and splayed her legs open. I needed to fuck someone else other than Dick, to get even. And besides, I should prepare for my love scene with Cheyenne and I still owed Melanie a favor. She half protested as I move my hands up her legs to the center, where her clean-shaven pussy was anxiously waiting. I touched her outer labia and felt a shudder running through her body.

“Are you sure you’ll be able to help me?” I kissed her tits and played with her nipples.

“Yesss.” Melanie wasn’t listening anymore. Her passion took over. Her pussylips opened like butterfly wings to show me the wet pink groove of her vagina. It had been a while since I’ve tasted another female’s nectar. I was glad I could get reacquainted with the flavor by licking Melanie instead of Cheyenne. The pearl of her small clit hid beneath a beautiful hood and as I opened her lips further, I saw her glistening pink insides. I lowered my mouth and pushed out my tongue to meet her pussy. Melanie couldn’t take the suspense anymore and pushed her cunt into my face. I realized there was no time for foreplay.

I darted my tongue out into her cunt and moved it around inside her. I licked up and down and drank the sweetness of her womanhood. Her juices ran down over her anus. I followed the dripping trail till my tongue to the gate of her backdoor. Her wetness with my saliva lubricated the pucker hole enough for me to stick in a finger past the pincher ring. I heard a moan escaped between her clenched teeth. I returned my tongue to her pleasure slit and moved it over and between the folds, ever increasing the pace.

Then Melanie pushed something in my hand; a large dildo. “Good girl,” I mumbled into her open cunt. I felt her wetness covering my face. I ran the dildo up and down her wet slit before I pushed it into her pussy hole. I pumped the monster with frenzy into her and within a minute, she began to shudder uncontrollably. More wetness ran down over her anus as I moved the dildo to her ass. Well lubricated it easily slipped into the tight hole. I continued my attention to her clit with my tongue and my mouth. I sucked, teased, and lapped her nether region while I fucked her ass with the dildo. Then Melanie came with a silent scream, bucking under my mouth.

I got up from my knees between her legs, gave her a wet pussy juice kiss and quickly picked the script from under her beautiful ass. I scanned through the action and dialogue and the rushed off to make-up and wardrobe.

The crew was already at the location when I arrived, dressed in tight fitting but torn britches, and a shredded white blouse tied at the ends. The sword was tied around my waist. I had dirt marks on my face, arms and the exposed parts of my breasts. My breasts were too large for the small blouse and my erect nipples pushed through the torn places of the thin material. The britches fit so snuggly around my pussy that my lips and clit were clearly visible through the thin material. I was definitely bigger than Tessa and we didn’t have time to get a new set of clothes. Well, I wouldn’t wear it for too long, so what the heck.

I played a female pirate who was on the run from the authorities in England and had landed up on the remote hideaway. The scene was where I washed off all the dirt I picked up during my escape from the gallows. Cheyenne would join me at her favorite personal spot.

The location was next to a beautiful waterfall amidst the tropical rainforest. The sun threw yellow arrows through the thick canopy onto the emerald forest down below. Splashes of bright colors of red, yellow, blue and white flowers speckled the green canvas. I could imagine that this could be paradise. And now I had the opportunity to make love to two beautiful people in this lovely setting. The only problem we would have was with the noise of tropical birds and the waterfall. We wouldn’t be able to record any dialogue. Who needed to talk when you can fuck?

Cheyenne arrived with my husband in tow. Pangs of jealousy rose up inside me, but I forced it down. Cheyenne was dressed in a long white skirt and blouse. Dick was dressed as a nobleman without the jacket. They looked great in the setting, so out of place. Melanie arrived with the script notes and setup plan. I quickly instructed the crew what I wanted and before long, we were ready to roll.

“Action.”

I took a deep breath and took the first step to go all the way. I stumbled into the clearing, gasping for breath. I looked around, got up and splashed into the water. The cameras followed my actions. I scooped the clear water and drank from my cupped hand. Refreshed, I tore off my tatters, took my sword in hand and walked to the waterfall.

The one camera crew set the camera on a tripod closer to the action and when they were ready, I started to wash my face, slipping my hands down my neck to my dirty breasts. At first, I just tried to get rid of the dirt but then my hands caressing my breasts, turned me on. I scooped both tits in my hands and played with them. My nipples were sensitive, and I shuddered as I touched them. I tweaked the tips between my thumbs and fingers, pulling on them. I threw my head backwards in passion. My knees buckled.

I continued my bathing ritual. My hands slowly moved over my flat tummy, down to my mount. Now I didn’t care about dirt anymore, I just wanted release. My hand moved up and down my slit, opening my pussy for the camera to record. I pushed two fingers in my wet cunt and deliberately move them rhythmically in and out. I took my clit between my thumb and forefinger and masturbated on the small cock. My pussy was dripping wet, not from the waterfall but from my own passion. I turned my back to the camera, bend down, pussy and ass pointing at the camera, and started to finger fuck myself. As my orgasm exploded, I dropped in the water, grabbed my sword and turn around.

“Cut!” I shouted. I slowly got to my feet, still wobbling from a real orgasm.

“Did you come?” asked Melanie suddenly next to me.

“Fuck, yes. How was it?”

“Great,” applauded Dick form the side, where he and Cheyenne were sitting on chairs.

“Cheyenne, you’re up next,” Melanie informed my co-actor.

Still naked, I quickly changed hats and became director again. I placed one camera close to the spot where I dropped in the water, grabbed my sword and turned around. The other one would cover the other side of the action. We picked up the action on my masturbation, looking towards the camera, with my tits dangling before it. As I turned, the camera would pick up Cheyenne in the background as I “attacked” her.

“Ready? Action!” I screamed, drop to my knees, grabbed my sword and moved towards Cheyenne. The cameras were now on a steadycam and were able to follow the action uninterrupted. Pointing the sword at Cheyenne I demanded she removed her clothes so I could at least wear something more fashionable that torn britches. The sword gave her no choice but to obey. As her last piece of clothing fell on the green grass, I started to drop to the ground, exhausted.

More concerned about the well-being of the stranger than her nudity, Cheyenne caught me in her arms. She laid me down and thoroughly inspected my body for any injuries. Satisfied that I’m okay, she gently put my head in her naked lap and caressed my face. She flicked away loose strands of my red hair from my face and glided her hands over my cheeks, my neck to my breasts. Tracing circles around my nipples, she leaned forward and kissed me. After awhile I woke up, saw the angel of mercy and kissed her back. Cheyenne pushed her tongue in my mouth, and I sucked on it hungrily. She leaned forward and gave me her left breast to suckle on. I stuck out my tongue; lapped the top of her breast before I bit softly on her teat.

Meanwhile her hand traveled down my stomach to my groin, caressing my naked mound. I opened my legs for the camera to get a close up of my pussy. Taking her time, she dipped her middle finger between my wet pussylips and into my cunt. Then she brought her dripping finger to her breast and smeared my pussy juice on her nipple. Holding her breast out to my hungry mouth, she returned her finger to my cunt. I’ve never tasted myself on another woman’s breast and the flavor sent passion to my vagina to meet Cheyenne’s thrusting finger.

Regaining my strength, I sat up and we kissed again, squashing our boobs together. I took charge and turned her on her back. I kissed her breasts, sucked on her nipples and traced wet roads down to her pussy. With my ass in the air and the camera on my right, I tucked my hair behind my ear, and flicked my tongue over her clit and opened her pussylips with both hands. The camera had an excellent view of her spread pussy. I then slipped a finger from underneath into her cunt and twirled it around inside.

The other camera followed the contours of my naked body to my raised rear end where Cheyenne had my puffy pussy wide open and two fingers stuck in it. In and out, in and out, it went, sending small spasm down my body. Then she kissed me deeply on my puffy nether lips and stuck her tongue into my secret garden. Her nose touched my anus as she tried to fuck me deeper with her cock of a tongue.

Then she rolled me over, threw my legs over my head and pointed my pussy towards heaven. Fuck this woman was good. She knew all the tricks in the porn book. The camera had a great view of my two holes and could record anything Cheyenne planned for my cunt. I expected a tongue or a finger but then she took her tit in both hands and fucked my slippery wet pussy with it. The strange feeling of the soft breast in me was too much for me to retain my composure. I shook as the orgasm hit me, and I collapsed in a naked bundle on the ground.

That was the cue for Dick to confront his new love interest. He entered:

“What is going on here?”

“I found this young woman in need of attention.”

“Why are you both naked?”

“I did not want to get my garments wet, my love.”

I knew that the dialogue was corny, but what could you do when viewers fast-forward the dialogue scenes to the fucking? So, fast-forward to the fucking.

Dick pulled off his shirt and put in beneath my head. Cheyenne sat naked on my other side and massaged my breasts. Dick looked at my naked spread-out body and shifted uncomfortably around.

“Kiss her breast, maybe that will revive her,” said Cheyenne, immediately licked, and kissed my tits. Dick did the same and revived in no time. I responded to the caresses, took Dick cock in my hand and began to suck it. I really loved his dick and took care to spend more time on all his sensitive areas. Cheyenne, in the meantime opened my legs and planted kisses on my thighs before she dipped a finger into my cunt.

I had forgotten all about the cameras, but I didn’t care. Here I was, a qualified film director, directing and starring in a porn movie. My class mates would either make me the laughing stock of Hollywood or praised me for my chutzpah for finding work I love.

I rolled over Dick so that Cheyenne laid on her back, her right bum against Dick’s cock. I raised her open legs, sucked his cock one more time and inserted his throbbing penis from behind into her sopping pussy. He fucked her while I licked her clit and his pumping shaft. I squeezed his slapping balls in my hand, ready to pleasure or hurt him.

Decision time: Did I want to become a porn star/director/wife or a sad unemployed director standing on Hollywood Boulevard with a handwritten piece of paper:

‘WILL DIRECT FOR FOOD’.

I played gently with his balls and continue to lick Cheyenne’s clit.

FADE TO BLACK

To be Continued….