This is the second or perhaps third part in a series based around an old man who stumbles into becoming a pornographer.
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I read and re-read Wayne's text 'Davie is going to call you. Wants to meet you ;) hahaha Wayne' over and over again. My stomach was churning each time and my sexy urges soon went away.
Somehow I finally managed to get to sleep and I made myself busy with housework the following day; so sort of forgot about the 'impending phone call;' as my mind was re-living my escapade with the hung young stud-muffin the previous afternoon.
Just as I sat down for a cup of tea and a sandwich at about 3pm my phone rang. I looked at it but didn't recognise the number; just as I was about to press OFF I guessed it would be Wayne's 'friend' Davie.
"Hello." I whispered.
"Is that Fiona?" A warm male voice enquired.
"Who is asking?"
"David...David Watts." He responded with a slight laugh, "I am a friend of a friend of yours, Wayne...Wayne Webster." He clarified.
I remained silent; but was breathing very heavily as I waited for his next question.
"Are you still there?" The man asked.
"Yes." I whispered through a dry throat.
"Oh." he laughed softly, "I loved the video, by the way; and so do the viewers. You've had some great feedback and hundreds of hits already."
There was another silence as I didn't react.
"Young Wayne tells me you want to make some more videos."
"I never said that." I replied, as firmly as my nerves would allow.
"Oh my dear; Wayne was quite emphatic; saying you were a 'natural,' perfect for what we do. He also said you were already a fan of the site." This was followed by a dirty cackle. "Can we meet and have a chat? "
"I don't know...it's not something...I've ever thought of." What was I saying??? A plain and simple NO should have been my reply.
"My dear; you looked so very sexy in the video Wayne gave me, and...well...let's just say he told me how sexy you are; and how much you like sex." His voice was now quite husky and becoming a little bit seductive. "Which is perfect for what I'm looking for." He stopped; allowing me to take in what he was saying. "I've already got ten regular young girls working for me; but someone like you; a more 'mature' model, shall we say; and one who looks very sexy in stockings, is exactly what my customers have been asking for."
My mind was racing; the little Angel on one shoulder was saying 'put the phone down'; but the Little Devil was saying 'Go on; you will love it!'
"I only live on the other side of town." David said without waiting for a reply, "I will call around in half an hour, for a coffee and a chat. Is that ok?"
"Yes...yes...I suppose so." I stammered.
"Okay, sweetie, see you in half an hour." Then his phone clicked and he was gone.
My cup of tea had gone cold and I was no longer hungry as I checked my watch.
Without a conscious thought I ran upstairs to change my clothes. As I pulled a stocking up my freshly shaved leg, I smiled at the thought of changing into my sexiest lingerie and a nice dress for a complete stranger. At this stage even I knew that the Little Devil was winning.
I was brushing my hair when I heard a car on the drive, then a firm knock on the door. I drew a very deep breath and made my way to the front door. I stood with my hand on the handle for the longest second of my life, before turning it and opening the door.
"Fiona?" A rather dapper older man greeted me, "David, David Watts." Then held his hand out. I responded with a warm handshake, then led him into the kitchen.
"Coffee? Tea?" I nervously enquired.
"Coffee please. Milk, no sugar."
Desperately trying not to make eye contact I busied myself with the kettle and the cups.
David chuckled then said; "I recognise the kitchen...very nice, if you don't mind me saying."
I was blushing madly as I handed him the cup.
We sat at the kitchen table chatting for half an hour or so; with David explaining how his film-making business started, with a young woman cleaning his house and 'flashing her knickers,' he raised his eyebrows a few times to confirm he had been as surprised as I was at the way events took place; but 'ever the opportunist,' saw a way of her making extra cash for her and and later her step-sister; paying them to let him video them. The first few months had been quite tame, apparently, the girls stripping and 'fiddling with themselves', leading onto using an assortment of sex toys; but when a guy called Gerald became involved, the website had become a lot more professional with members paying monthly subs. That's when things had 'moved up a couple of gears' - Gerald, bought a much more professional camera and the website attracted more young women, mostly students and even some young men (mostly body builders).
He claimed to pay a 'fair rate' and the girls all came back for more; some even suggesting 'theatrical scenarios.'
He took great delight in talking about the girls 'fiddling with themselves' and using toys; and when he realised I wasn't stopping him; carried on in more graphic detail; talking about the girls 'sucking huge cocks' and getting 'fucked rigid' sometimes by two or three fellas.
I couldn't stop myself; shuffling on my seat as my pussy tingled and I was well aware that my nipples were sticking through my thin summer dress.
"Would you like to do a test film now?" David smiled; like a snake mesmerising its prey. "You already have your nylons on; and I have the camera."
I looked down to see my dress had ridden up my thigh showing my stocking top and suspender clasp. I immediately tugged the hem back to a responsible length; and looked slightly shocked as he unpacked a video camera from the bag at his feet.
"Oh...I don't really know...what if...you know...someone was to recognise me?" We both knew how turned on I was at the prospect of making a real porn film; but their was still my 'reputation' to think of.
"I've got some wigs and stuff in the car." He winked, "a couple of the girls feel the same way; so I always travel well prepared."
Before I could answer he was on his feet and out the door; returning with a sports bag full of wigs and sexy underwear.
"Here." David smiled as he handed me a long brown wig; "You will look really sexy wearing that; and no one will recognise in these" as he passed me a pair of large, thick rimmed 'Deirdre' glasses.
