Sighing, she looked at her watch. According to plan, there were a few minutes before the start of the shoot. She felt a bit weird in her costume - basically just some lingerie, a pair of silk stockings and high-heeled shoes.
Was she having second thoughts? Not really. She looked forward to getting it over with. And then perhaps just a little bit curious - what would it be like?
The director entered the room - a short, slim man in his mid-thirties. Becky just looked at him.
"Well," he said, "are you ready?"
Becky nodded. From the studio, she heard the sound of furniture being moved about.
"Just relax," the director said. "We'll take it nice and slow."
He was really nice. Becky gave him a hesitant smile and put out her cigarette.
"Okay," she said.
She followed the director into the studio. All the lights were on. The cameraman, a younger guy in a t-shirt and jeans, was on the set, checking the last details. And on a folding chair Jack sat, drinking his coffee. Jack - her co-star. When he saw Becky, he nodded politely.
He was a well-built guy in his mid-twenties, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She couldn't help looking at his body and she felt him do the same. Not surprising, considering her sexy outfit. They undressed each other with their eyes, until Becky looked away, embarrassed.
She looked around the set. It looked like an ordinary living room - chairs, bookshelves, a sofa and a soft carpet.
"Are we ready?" the director asked, and the cameraman nodded.
Becky shivered. This was it. Jack got up and came towards her.
"Sit down," the director said, pointing to one of the chairs.
Becky sat down. She felt the soft fabric against her almost naked behind. The director handed her a high-end porno magazine, and she leafed through it absentmindedly. Page after page of page of glossy photos of muscular men having sex with slim, busty women.
"Okay," the director said. "You turn a few pages, and then you begin to masturbate. Ready?"
Becky hesitated. She hadn't realized she was supposed to masturbate. For some reason that seemed to challenge her modesty even more. But she banished the thought and nodded silently. She heard the faint mechanical noise of the camera starting to shoot. It was all starting now.
Slowly she turned the page. Fascinated, Becky was now looking at a photo of a madly excited man ejaculating over a reclining woman. His face was distorted from the ecstasy, a long white jet of sperm shooting from his stretching cock. The woman was squirming on the floor, eyes closed, grabbing her breasts with both hands. It was a picture of lust at its hottest and most intense.
Becky put the magazine down and spread her legs towards the camera. She pushed her panties aside, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. The cameraman came closer, and Becky pushed her hips forward, showing her slit off to the camera. With both hands she separated her pussy lips, letting the camera see the moist pink insides of her pussy.
"Good," the director whispered. "Keep going."
Carefully, she let one finger caress her clitoris. She was surprised to feel how wet she was already. Slowly her finger circled the tender clit, and she let out a short gasp.
Becky licked her fingers and started rubbing her pussy with her wet fingertips. Rhythmically, she stroked her labia up and down, pressing her thumb against her hot clitoris.
Becky felt her fingers getting wet. Fascinated, she watched her pussy as she started rubbing harder, using more force. The cameraman moved slowly around her, filming her pussy and her masturbating fingers from every angle. Becky kept her little, pink clitoris exposed to the camera at all times.
"Put a finger up," the director said.
Becky pushed a finger up into her hot pussy. God, she was wet. Her burning hot love canal fit tightly around her finger, and in a slow rhythm she slid it in and out of her pussy. Unashamed, she inserted another finger, exploring the wet insides of her hot slit.
Wet and slippery the finger slid in and out between Becky's pussy lips. The cameraman knelt down on the floor in front of her, zooming in. Her legs were trembling, and she was gasping for breath.
"Damn," the director whispered. "This is fucking great! Keep going, for chrissakes!"
Faster and faster Becky thrust her fingers up into her pussy. Her love juices flowed quietly down the insides of her thighs, glistening in the lights. Then suddenly, she pulled her fingers out of her pussy. Instead, she spread her legs wide, parting her pussy lips, letting the camera look straight up into her cunt. Hot and dripping wet, she exposed the juicy cave of her lust to the lens.
"Keep it there," the director gasped. "Zoom in."
And Becky froze, breathing heavily. And again she heard the sound of the camera between her thighs.
"Okay," the director said, finally. "That's okay. Cut."
The sound of the camera stopped with a clicking sound, and the cameraman got up from the floor. Becky sat up, dizzy. The director handed her a roll of tissue paper and she used it to wipe her fingers and her pussy.
"So now what?" she asked. Her cheeks were flushed. In fact, the first take had made her a bit hot.
"Now it's Jack's turn," the director answered, and Becky noticed that Jack was standing beside them already.
"What do we do?" she asked curiously.
Jack smiled. "I believe this is where you suck my cock."
Becky nodded. "Okay."
"You just sit there, Becky." The director slowly walked around them. "Jack, you come over and stand in front of her. Ready? Okay."
The camera whirred. Becky sat up in the chair. Slowly Jack walked towards her. She looked up at him. Smiling nastily, he stopped in front of her and silently unbuttoned his jeans.
Becky pulled down his jeans and boxers, exposing his long, well-shaped cock. It hung between his legs, already starting to grow. Smiling, Becky grabbed it with her hand.
She let the wet tip of her tongue graze the tip of his cock. He shivered and she looked up at him lasciviously. Again, a quick flick of her tongue, and Jack's cock swelled further.
Calmly, Becky started stroking the pulsating shaft back and forth. The cock jerked with each motion, making it harder and harder. Now she let go of it, watching it stand rigidly out from his body, pointing towards her face. It throbbed with power and desire.
The cameraman knelt down in front of them, getting close to catch every movement.
Becky grabbed Jack's cock, squeezing it as hard as she could. She felt the blood-filled member bulging even more, as if to force her fingers apart. Becky held the cock tight, and again it grew in her hand. Her fingers felt the thick veins pumping hotly, as the throbbing cock swelled, almost breaking her grip.
Loosening her grasp, she started stroking the now rock hard cock back and forth. Jack was breathing hard, and a droplet of clear, lusty liquid glistened on the tip of his cock. Becky licked up the drop with a swift flick of her tongue.
The cameraman had stood up and was now filming her and Jack's cock from above.
Becky kept massaging the cock, holding her hand behind the helmet, just stroking the hard shaft up and down. But suddenly she had a naughty idea: With a long red nail she gently scratched the sensitive mound at the back of the helmet. She tickled the purple bulge, making Jack grunt and jerk from her treatment.
Becky laughed nastily, but in the next moment Jack went wild: Grabbing the back of her neck, he thrust his cock into her mouth. Amazed, she opened her mouth, letting him enter. His stiff cock felt hot and tasted salty and spicy on her tongue.
The feeling of being enveloped by the wetness of Becky's mouth made Jack's cock swell even further, and in his excitement he started pumping it in and out. With each thrust the head of his cock slid all the way out between her lips, and he tried to force the entire length into her mouth - again - and again.
"Yeah," the director shouted. "Keep going."
Becky swallowed a few times. Then she relaxed, letting Jack pump into her mouth the way he liked it. He moaned with lust, fucking her mouth with his hard tool. The cock was glistening, wet and slippery from Becky's saliva, as it slid rhythmically in and out between her red lips.
Suddenly, he pulled out all the way. Becky watched the wet cock standing vertical and rigid in front of her face. It was trembling with excitement, as the cameraman moved around it, catching it from every angle. Then, grabbing Becky's hair, Jack brutally thrust the entire length of his iron-hard cock into her open mouth.
"That's it," the director said. "And again."
Gasping from the strain, Jack let his love pole, now wet with saliva, slide all the way out of Becky's mouth. And then, with a powerful thrust of his hips, he forced the entire length of the shaft back in.
Becky whimpered, as Jack repeated the motion, over and over. His erection was hard as steel now, his dripping wet cock pointing straight at the ceiling, whenever it was out of her mouth.
He thrust into her wet mouth again and again. The round helmet bulged against the roof of her mouth, until Becky thought he was about to ejaculate. But at the last moment he stopped, slowly sliding the cock out between her red lips and holding onto it hard.
"Whew," he whispered, taking a few steps back.
"Yeah. That's it," the director exclaimed. "Fucking good."
Becky was gasping for breath. She could still taste Jack's cock on her tongue and looked over at him cautiously. Only a few seconds earlier he had been a horny beast, but now he just smiled amiably at her. Sipping a mineral water, he calmly stripped naked.
Becky shook her head in confusion.
"You want anything to drink?" the director asked her.
"Mineral water," she whispered.