Hi Belle here with a new time travel adventure.
It took me a little time to take in and understand what had happened when I was transported back to the year 1266. Despite spending several weeks in the past, when I returned to the 21st century, I had only been gone for 11 minutes.
I had Googled time travel and found nothing that was anything remotely like my experience, so it is still a complete mystery. I also searched for Hemmingfield, the medieval town I was transported back too and found that it did exist in 1266 but had succumbed to the ravages of the Black Death when most of the population of the town died and it fell into disrepair and eventually vanished. I was intrigued to find out it was nowhere near Emmerdale but was in Gloucestershire. I was still baffled.
A couple of months later my curiosity got the better and I made my way up to Demdyke again. The stone was still there in the copse of trees. Tentatively I reached down and touched the stone. Instantly I felt the force of the trees calling me. The same two trees were showing the light which was again drawing me to it. As I crossed the plane between the trees I blacked out and began another journey to who knows where.
When I woke up I was at the side of a tarmac road, so I certainly wasn't in the 13th century again.
My clothes had been changed, and this time I was wearing a white blouse, with a bra, jeans and panties and wedge heeled shoes. I was intrigued.
I heard a car in the distance and hid behind a rock, just in case. The car was a huge American saloon from probably the 60's or 70's. The driver was wearing a Stetson, so I assumed I was in the good old US of A.
I began walking and in a short time a car pulled up. It was a convertible and again very American.
The driver, a guy in his thirties leaned over and opened the passenger door.
"You must be Pixie, get in." He said with a real American drawl.
As in my previous adventure I automatically associated myself with a name not my own.
Not knowing why, I got in.
"Where have you been? You are late on set, Dirk is going wild."
Confused I replied, "Sorry I was just dumped out here, no luggage or anything," then continued, "Who the hell is Dirk?"
He laughed out loud, "Dirk Stone is the biggest name in porn, and apparently you are his latest starlet."
"Of course, how silly of me, it's been a long day."
I had no idea where I fitted in to this scenario, but had no choice but to go with it.
We drove for about 30 minutes and eventually arrived at a large house on the outskirts of what I assumed was a large American city.
"Pixie, so glad to see you, everyone is waiting, can you go to costume and then into make up as soon as possible please." This was from a huge guy with a big black beard and a floral shirt attempting to cover his gigantic body, I assumed this was Dirk.
A young girl of no more than 18 carrying a clip board took hold of my arm and guided me into the house. I didn't know what to expect, but in the first room I passed there was a guy on the bed being sucked by two girls. What made it even more strange were the two cameras and a guy with a boom mike and Dirk, who I presumed was directing. Yep I was certainly in the 1970's porno scene.
With my runner, who told me her name was Sue, I found costume and was told to strip off my clothes. I stood there naked as the the rather abrupt costume lady gave me a dark pink dress and said, "put this on."
I began to pick up my bra when she said, "no need for underwear in this scene"
I slipped on the dress and Sue guided me to make up. The make up girl was in her twenties and started work on me immediately. Whilst she did so, Sue ran through the scene.
I was apparently an aspiring model who was being interviewed by an agent. There were a few words of script, but most of my instructions would come from Dirk.
I was confused even more. Here I was taken back to 1970's California and about to take part in a porn movie. How did they know "Pixie"? I was very confused not to say a little apprehensive.
Make up finished I was taken to a room that had been kitted out as an office with a desk and what I now know, a slide viewer.
Sat at the desk was a guy, about 40 with a 1970's moustache and tinted sunglasses.
"So she finally got here, let's get on," barked Dirk. He the went through what he wanted from the scene and without even introducing me to the guy I was to have sex with shouted, "action."
As in my previous transportation I just automatically reacted to the current situation and began to read my lines from a board behind the guy.
He'd informed me that I would be a fit for the agency when the phone rang and he started to look at the slides
'Cut" called Dirk, then added, "ok Pixie sweetheart strip off and unpeel the banana."
I hadn't noticed the banana until then but after stripping off the dress I followed directions and sat on the desk seductively eating the banana, stark naked.
A cameraman positioned himself behind the man and Dirk called "action"
As instructed I raised myself on my haunches and the moustached guy began to eat my pussy. I was soon completely unaware of the camera only a few feet away, the boom microphone over my head and the director and other crew. I was having my pussy licked by a real life porn star and if you will excuse my language, it was fucking fantastic, he really knew what he was doing.
He was holding me up by my arse and I ground my hips into his mouth his moustache mingled with my pubes. I could feel I was really wet and going for it when Dirk called "cut"
We were instructed to maintain the position and a stills photographer came around and shot off a tremendous amount of pictures from all angles.
"Ok John lower her down and Pixie put your legs over his shoulders." Bellowed Dirk.
