Melissa Rauch came to me, as her agent, about a year ago with an idea for a film. Possibly a series of films. She wanted to remake some of the old classic porn films and update them. The thinking was you can get away with a lot more today than you could back then and still get an "R" rating. She thought with today's technology and discreet camera angles and lighting, we could get away with it. There were a couple of catches. For one, she wanted to star in the film(s). Secondly, she wanted to actually perform all of the sex acts. No "stunt" doubles or faking it. She wanted to actually perform all of the sex acts so it looked real.
At first, hearing my sweet little "Bernadette" talk about taking a huge cock up the ass, I was shocked to say the least. But the more we talked about it, the more sense it made. The more excited I got about the project. After we did a "test run" of a possible scene for the movie in my office, we decided to move forward with it.
Melissa and I worked day and night rewriting the screenplay for
Deep Throat
. While we were writing it, we decided to give Melissa's character very similar traits to Bernadette. We even made the character's name Bernadette. I mean, who in their right mind wouldn't want to see Bernadette get fucked senseless? Once we were happy with the script, I pitched it to every studio in town. No one would touch it. We were crushed. But that didn't stop us. Melissa and I decided we would fund the film ourselves. Between her earnings from her hit TV series and my commissions, we could self-fund it. It wouldn't be a big budget, but there were no plans for expensive special effects or anything like that.
Through our contacts, we hired a small crew and moved forward. We had some actors and actresses in mind for characters, but put the word out for a general casting call. We didn't have to. When word got out in Hollywood about the project, my phone began ringing off the hook with actors wanting to be a part of the project. Not just any actors. The big guns. I explained to them that we couldn't possibly afford them given our budget. To a man, and in some cases woman, they agreed to work for union scale ($500 per day) and a miniscule percentage of profits on the back end - so long as their character got to fuck Melissa. Melissa went back and added parts to the script just so we could get these big names in. She was gonna get fucked a lot!
The day finally arrived when we'd begin filming. The movie opens following a car through the slow, winding curves of the California mountains. The moonlight bounced off the rain slickened pavement. The silhouettes of two bodies cuddled close together could be seen through the back window of the car. It was Melissa and Tom Cruise, the actor we chose to be her husband. His short stature matched up well with Melissa's. What the camera didn't see was Melissa jerking Tom off in the front seat while they drove. It wasn't in the script, she just thought it added the appropriate tone for the next scene. Tom agreed whole heartedly.
The car finally turned into the driveway of a quaint white cottage. The couple stepped out of the car into the cool night air and ran into the house. We still haven't seen the faces of our couple. The camera slowly moves around the outside of the house while the couple moves through it. At each window, we see the couple embracing, kissing, and peeling the clothes off the other. Finally, on the opposite side of the house, the camera stops in front of an open window. The lacy white curtain gently waves in the cool ocean breeze. We see the naked couple fall into bed. Quickly, they're under the covers and Tom is on top of Melissa. We still haven't seen their faces. A smooth jazz fills the sound track.
"Ooooo yeah, Tom, give me that big fucking cock of yours! Oh yeah!" Melissa squeaked in Bernadette's voice.
"Jesus Christ, Bernadette! Your pussy is so tight! Holy shit!"
"Mmmmm yeah, fuck my tight little pussy with your big fucking cock!" Truth be told, he had a completely average rod. But she didn't want to be the one to tell him that.
In the bedroom we have several cameras going. The original, one on the other side of the bed, one on top, one at the foot of the bed, and a mini mounted in the head board for close ups. The sheets raise and lower with each thrust of Tom's hips. Melissa moans with each squeeze of her fabulous, firm breasts from Tom. She squeals when he takes a gumdrop-size nipple into his mouth and nibbles it.
It takes everything in her power not to cum. Remember, in the original Deep Throat, the main characters clit turned out to be buried in her throat. Melissa has intentionally written this remake so that her character has a double clit, one in her throat and one in her ass. Her character can't reach orgasm by just fucking. It became a sort of contest on the set that Melissa was unaware of to see if anyone could make her cum while the cameras rolled.
Tom didn't have the same restraints. The director off camera whispered, "Okay, Tom, anytime you're ready."
"Come on, baby, give me that big, fat load! Oooo yeah, c'mon, Tom, give it to me!"
Tom's hips began to buck. The camera bounced back and forth, getting close ups of his contorting face and his bucking hips beginning to stutter.
"Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah! You ready? You ready, huh? You want me to cum? Huh?"
"Oooo yeah, baby! Give it to me! Give it to me now!" Melissa could feel heat rising up through her thighs.
Come on, Tom hurry up! I can't take much more of this! Cody Bellinger, right field, batted .305, he's fucking hot! No! Stop it! Justin Turner...
"Oh God! Oh God! Oh ggggaaaaahhhhhhh!"
Melissa felt his hot cum shoot into her. Each throb of his muscle filled her up even more. She begged for more while he emptied himself into her.
Tom finally fell off of her and onto his back. Just in time, too. Melissa was about to break character and cum. He reached over and turned on the bedside lamp. It's the first time we're seeing their faces.
"Damn, Bernadette! I'll never get tired of that!" Tom panted.
"Mmmmmm, me neither," she purred. She hasn't pulled up the sheet. We're getting our first look of her firm 36 inch bust.
"Yeah, about that. You didn't cum again, did you?"
"What?! Wha-wha-wha, why would you say that?!"
"Because I haven't been able to make you cum since we got married. Is it me? It's me, isn't it? You need a bigger dick, don't you?"
She rolled over and rubbed his chest. "No! No, that's not it at all! I love your dick! It...it...it's me. There's something wrong with me. It...it...I've always had trouble reaching orgasm. It's only happened a couple of times. I want to. I want you make me cum. I...I should see somebody. Maybe there's a specialist out there that can help me."
"So, it's not just me? You've always had this trouble?" She nodded. "So...who...who, uh, who made you cum?"
"Oh gosh! Well, let's see. Ummm, it wasn't, you know just one person," she said embarrassed. "The only time I've ever come was when, um, I was, uh, well, you know...when I was having sex with two guys. At the same time."
"You mean when you were getting double penetrated?!"
"Well, yeah, I guess. And...gee...um, it wasn't just any DP. The only time I've ever cum is when I had one in my butt and one in my throat."
"No shit?! Holy shit!"
"Yeah, I know. You think I'm a slut now, don't you?"
Tom shook his head and pulled her close. "No. I think you're making it up to make me feel better. I think it's me. I don't think I'm big enough."
"No! It's the truth! I love your cock!" She paused. She raised her head and gave him a crooked smile. "Here, let me show you." Her head ducked under the sheet, out of view of the camera.
