Looking at the camera's screen, he watched, as a large erect penis entered the field of view, obscuring a woman's face as she lay with her head tilted back and her eyes closed. The camera operator was enjoying the feeling of his own hard cock beneath his pants when the large penis in the camera started smacking the woman on the forehead. Whack- whack- whack! Her eyes wide open now, a shrill scream filled the warehouse studio and the woman cried, "Heath! Get this God damned mother fucker out of here before I kill somebody! You know I don't do oral!"
There was a burst of laughter from the crew. Then a clear baritone voice said, "Ace, get your fuckin' cock out of my shot!" The penis left the screen.
The camera man widened the angle and then the full figure of the woman came into view, her body, like fresh carved ivory lie between two rugged young men, muscles rippling as they hunched into her. The camera man reached down to his own crotch to push his prick back. He could feel the cloth itching beneath his penis. He watched the woman's face as her eyes became slits and her mouth relaxed back into a large red "O". Her wavy red hair was splashed above her head on the white sheet. There was a black man on his side behind her. Two inches of his cock would come into view each time he made a thrust, her ass mushrooming out with each pump. Another man was fucking her pussy. His torso was moving back and forth as the taught muscles in his thighs struggled to maintain the awkward position between her legs. The man fucking her in the front had his elbow beneath him on the bed while holding on to her ribcage with the other. The red in his face stood out, even through his dark tan. His sandy blonde hair was getting wet with perspiration.
"What do we do about the interruption in the shot boss?" The camera man asked in a low voice.
The director, a tall athletic man, stepped near the camera operator and calmly said in his baritone voice, "We'll just dub in some moans and screams as needed while we're splicing the scenes together. It'll just look like a little S&M."
The two men smiled, the Director, still watching the action on the bed, while the camera operator lifted his hand from his pants and looked back at the miniature screen. The blonde man in the front was gnashing his teeth and grunting in time with his thrusts. The black man fucking her in the ass had a solid grip on her waist with both hands and was coaxing her like a race horse, "C'mon baby, just a little longer. Hold on honey, I can feel it comin'. I'm gettin' it ready, just a little longer."
She was staring at a white set curtain and telling herself in her mind to breath. Her gaze was empty and long, like looking across an arctic landscape. The view never changed and time seemed to go on forever. It had been awhile since she had done a double penetration shot and her raised leg was burning. It was a difficult shot because she had to maintain enough rigidity to let the men gain full penetration while still remaining pliable enough to endure the shot and not cramp up. She maintained steady rhythmic breaths. It was difficult with the two large cocks ramming inside her. She tried not to listen to the men, feeling the front one plunge into her and then as he was backing out for the next attack she could feel the cock in her ass press into her. The two men were not synchronized with each other and were in the full fury of their final physical peak, their need to have a release. The heat was almost unbearable beneath the bright lights and she could feel rivulets of sweat running from her hairline down to her neck. There was a pit in her stomach and her tongue was dry. She closed her mouth and tried to swallow but there was nothing. She let her mouth hang open and continued her regular breathing. How long are these guys going to last she thought. Then there was a sudden rush of tissues in her ass expanding back into place as she felt the huge cock pull out of it. Unaware of her own voice, she let out a short high yelp. The head of the black man's cock lodged into the small of her back and she felt the shaft between her butt cheeks. Seconds later there were hot wet streams shooting up her back. She could hear the black man's voice in her ear, "Ohhh yeah baby! Get it all out! That's it! Papa needs that ass!" She moved her hands from the hips of the man in front of her and put them on his back. She pulled the blonde man into her and rolled onto her back, bringing her knees forward and thrusting her pelvis up. She gasped and her eyes rolled up beneath their lids. With each pump from the man now on top of her she let out a groan and it wasn't long before his butt cheeks dimpled, his legs went taught and he pulled out. She felt cum hit beneath her tits and then streaks of it landed on her mid rift and belly. The man above her was looking up and making hissing noises. When his sack was empty, he relaxed, lowering himself enough to give her a friendly kiss on the side of her neck.
"Cut!" The director yelled. "Ortiz, did you get all that?"
"Yes, sir boss," a young man on his knees with another camera said.
"How about you Ernie?"
"Huh. . . Yeah boss, I got it," said the first camera man standing behind the tripod.
"You might want to go take care of that," said the director flashing his eyes at Ernie's crotch. Ernie touched the wet spot and then headed toward the plastic porti-san toilets at the far side of the warehouse.
"Boss," said the other camera man, who had dark skin and thick black hair. "How can you let her get away with that shit? She should have had full occupancy. She should have been swallowing that man's cock!"
"What the fuck do you know Ortiz? You should have had that camera on her snatch the whole time! There better not be any waver on that close up. You're not even 21 yet. How many movies have you made?"
"You know boss you hired me."
"You're God damned right you horny little fucker. Let me tell you something, when you have been in this business as long as I have and you know what kind of woman it takes to carry a picture then you can make the decisions. Now, you see that woman over there." The director pointed toward the woman who had got up from the bed. She was now standing naked with the black man and the blonde man near a folding table.
Joy had taken a moist baby wipe from one of the plastic containers on the table. She was wiping the semen from her stomach. She threw the wipe onto a sheet of plastic spread on the floor. As she was taking another one, she said to the man behind her, "Hardy could you please wipe my back. I would really appreciate it."
"Sure honey," he said in a deep voice. It was his regular voice and Joy thought it was sexier than the voice he used on screen. "How can I pass up a request from such a sweet ass as you?"
"Thank you darling."
Ortiz looked at the woman holding her long red hair up with one hand and wiping her stomach with the other.
"You see that Ortiz," his boss was saying. "See the line that woman makes with her profile, how her tits slope smoothly from her chest, curve beneath the nipple and then form perfect hemispheres, like gravity itself worships the very atmosphere she stands in. Look at her stomach, how flat it is, no paunch, and at her age. Look at her skin, how perfect, like a porcelain doll, how it covers her thighs and rolls over her knees like distant hills on a spring shire then tapers into those delicate, yet strong ankles. And her hair, it's incredible, long wavy red hair, waves like on a mild ocean, not those big or tight curls, and it flows down her back like silk, like a scarlet kimono on a budding geisha. And look into her eyes, those piercing blue eyes, like blue diamonds, blue that absorbs every color that hits it and sends it back out blue. Have you ever seen a blue diamond Ortiz?"
"No boss, what's it look like."
"Like that woman's eyes when she's in love. It'll make you're little pecker explode out of its skin like a Vienna sausage in the microwave."
"You sure have a way with words boss, but we've had plenty of beautiful women on our sets. I don't see what the big deal is."
"Ortiz, you're young dumb and full of cum. Let me tell you how it is. Red heads, beautiful red heads, are rare. Most of them look like the red headed step child that was beat and thrown into the ugly tree, only to come back down worse. The poor parents never get their wish and their child doesn't die. They get some ginger thing with skin and blemishes like a crocodile, a red afro and chubby limbs like Popeye. That is why when men go to the brothel to pay for a woman after they have tried every variety; they end up paying the most for a genuine red head that doesn't look like the afterbirth of a cow left on the pasture. Beautiful redheads cost money, big money, and they are difficult to find, let alone get a piece of, or get on camera."
The director took a large cigar from the pocket of his bright orange Hawaiian shirt and put it in his mouth. He reached into his brown dress slacks and removed a box of matches. He slid it open, removed a match, lit it, and held it up to his cigar. As he inhaled the end glowed and then smoke exited the sides of his mouth. A short squat man, like a toad, rushed up next to him. Although the man was short he was still a head taller than Ortiz. He had long dark hair surrounding his bald dome. "Boss," he said gaining the director's attention. "Do we need Ace for the next scene?"
The director looked down at Ernie who had come back from the toilet. He had a square of toilet paper sticking up from the front of his trousers. He thought that the disheveled little man reminded him of Peter Lorre whenever he spoke, with a voice that was thin and smooth, shortening vowels towards the end of phrases. "Look over on the fluffer bench boss."
The director had short dark hair, cut in a military flat top; it was graying on the sides. He looked over at a long wooden bench beneath a bare light bulb. It was pushed against a wall in a shadowy alcove. There was Ace Gun, his face in a grimace of ecstasy, framed in his yellow blonde hair. A chubby dishwater blonde woman with her knees on the floor was between his legs sucking his cock. The porn star had his back against the wall and his hands were messing up her hair.
The director puffed at his cigar and then took it from his mouth. "Look at her go boys, her head is just like a chicken in a grain silo. Leave them be Pismire. If she's going to put all that work into it, she definitely deserves something."
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"Heath," a woman's voice called. The director turned around and there was Joy. She was dressed now. Her hair was up in a bun and she had on a pair of baggy jeans and a large brown sweater. She referred to these as her laundry day clothes. She would always wear them home after an evening of shooting. "Do you have my keys?"
"Right here sweet heart." He jangled a key on a thin cheap wire ring in the air. She took it from his hand. "You know where the motel is?" He asked.
"I turn right out the door and it's on the next block, right?"
"Yup."
"You mind telling me what that shit with Ace Gun was all about?"
"Joy, Joy, don't be angry sweetie, me and the boys were just having some fun."
"Fun my ass. You wanted to see if I would suck his dick."
"Well, you can't blame us for trying, you would have got paid."
"Not with what I charge you cheapskate."
