Behind me, Raoul wrapped one fist in my ponytail to keep me looking up towards the back of the classroom as he rammed his cock into me, those wet slapping sounds a rhythmic accompaniment to my moans and squeals, and Jesus, his cock was so big my toes were curling, and he was fucking me so hard my boobs were quivering.
It took a lot to make my boobs quiver like that. Raoul was making sure that they did.
"Fuck..." Raoul grunted. "Fuck, oh fuck yeah, you know you want this, so squeal for me while I fuck that tight little pussy hard, you hot little cock-tease."
His other hand, the one that wasn't wrapped in my ponytail and pulling my head back, flipped my school uniform skirt back up around my waist again, exposing my butt, and his hand cracked down hard on my exposed skin.
"Owwwohhhh..." I squealed for him, and I squealed and bucked like a noisy little slant-eyed cock-teasing slut who was bent over a desk and loving being fucked hard for the first time should squeal when her butt was slapped, jerking hard against the desk, legs spread wide, feet sliding on the floor, because he really was doing me hard, and that slap to my butt had been hard too. The feet of the desk scraped shrilly across the floor as it moved, that ghastly metal scratching sound that sent shivers down my spine, so that my pussy squeezed down hard on his cock.
"Owwww, fuck," the sound technician yelled, ripping his headphones off. "Fucking fuck fuck fuck."
"Oh Jesus fucking Christ," Raoul groaned, thrusting hard as I pushed myself back onto him, and I knew he was close to losing it, and so was I, and we were both really into this scene. He didn't want to stop, and neither did I, because by now neither of us were really acting. I'd been here with Raoul before, and we both knew that, and we both wanted what was coming soon. Sometimes I really got to enjoy my work, and this was one of those times.
"Cut!" Paul said, loudly. "Cut, fuck it...get it out, Raoul, we need you hard, dude...get an ice-pack on him, Marco, quick. Before he loses it."
"Jesus, fuck," Raoul groaned, getting it out, and I really didn't want him to.
"Jesus, cool it down and turn it off, April. Raoul almost lost it there...Okay, take a break guys." Paul looked around as Marco tossed Raoul an ice-pack for his cock.
The film crew parked the cameras and the microphone, and cut the lights, and I just sort of collapsed face down on that desk, panting, all sweaty and hot, wanting Raoul's cock back.
"Where's Eddy?...there you are. Hey, Eddy, get some felt pads on the feet of that desk will 'ya? That really sucked when it scraped across the floor."
"On it, boss," Eddy said, handing me a tube of wet-wipes, because that lube was running down my thighs now, and I didn't really need it, because, well, Raoul. He wasn't gay, and he sure did it for me. I never needed lube when it was Raoul. I didn't really need lube at all, most times, because I did enjoy what I was doing, and I'd been doing it long enough to know.
"Take a break, April," Paul said. "You might as well do that interview with that HDK guy now, unless you want to take a nap or something." He checked his watch. "Don't clean up, though. We need you looking all sweaty and messed up for the next take. We'll give Raoul a bit of time to cool down and then try and wrap this scene up next. We'll go over that pickup scene from Social Studies later this afternoon, that'll give Raoul some recovery time, and then by end of day, we want to shoot that last scene in the principal's office and wrap this one before we call it quits for the day. Gotta get this one done and out the door now-now. We need the cash flow."
"Okay, yeah, sure," I managed, because I was still breathing hard. I did enjoy my work a lot, and I enjoyed Raoul even more. My toes were still curling, and Jesus, I'd been so close to a real one, and Paul would've loved that, because the real ones always came out looking totally hot on film. They actually looked even better than they were in real life, and believe me, they were really good in real life.
With Raoul, they were really really
really
good.
I mean, I could fake it if I needed to, but with Raoul, I never needed to, and I loved working with him. As for Raoul, well, let's just say he had a thing for Asian girls, and he loved working with me. This'd be our fourth movie together, and I was totally looking forward to the next one. I'd tried to persuade Paul to give him the lead in Social Studies too, but Paul, he'd been pretty adamant about that one.
"Nah, we need some blonde Nazi preppy looking WASP guy for the lead, April. Raoul's just too Hispanic, even if he'd shave his head, and you know he won't."
Raoul liked that ponytail of his. He liked Aikido too, he sort of thought of himself as the porno version of Steven Seagal. Paul had had to watch a couple of those old Steven Seagal movies with me before I figured that one out, and yeah, he did look a bit like that dude, when he was younger anyhow, before he got all porky and went Russian Nazi, and we were thinking maybe the movie after Social Studies, we could work in some martial arts stuff. I'd started going to this Taekwondo school when I had some free time, which wasn't that often these days.
Between university, filming, and personal networking, I just didn't have that much free time.
"You okay, Raoul?" Paul asked, because Raoul had one whopper of an erection, and it wasn't going down, even with that ice-pack. Paul looked at it, like he was real concerned Raoul wouldn't be able to stop himself from jerking off or something. That was always a problem with the guys in these movies. They could only get it up and cum a finite number of times in a day, and if you wasted shooting a load, well, that was it as far as filming went until he could get it up again. Besides, you needed cum for the cum-shots and it had to be a good load to be worth filming. He could fake an orgasm easily enough if he kept his cock in. You could fake cum easily enough, but faking an actual real cum-shot, that was a lot harder and we weren't big on special effects. Not yet, anyway.
Me, I wasn't too worried. Raoul, he had a lot of self-control. I mean, if you were the guy co-starring in a porn movie, and you were fucking a girl that looked like me, and you liked Asian girls, you needed a load of self-control to stop yourself from losing it, and keep following the script. Unless you were gay, and then the big problem was getting it up, and keeping it up. Raoul managed, every time, and he wasn't gay, either. He had a lot of staying power, and I couldn't stop looking at his cock.
I wanted it, and I half-wondered if he'd like to date outside of work. I did know he was married, because we did talk off set. It'd be great to do it with him without everyone standing around filming and everything, but I guess he
was
married, and I shouldn't. It sucked having to stop when I was that close though, and I didn't know about him, but I was still hot and shivery.
"Yeah, I'll be fine, Paul," Raoul said, a bit hoarsely. "I'll take a cold shower and put my feet up until we're ready to start again." He gave me a grin. "Out of sight of April."
Eddy chuckled.
"Grab some food everyone, the catering service just dropped everything off. We start shooting again at eleven and wrap this one before we break for lunch, okay?" Paul looked around.
That chorus of "Yeah" and "Sure" and "Okay" came back, because we had about half a dozen people here besides Paul, Eddy, Raoul, and me. Paul nodded, wearing that really serious expression I'd been getting used to since we started doing these movies. This whole film directing career thing was really making him a lot different from the guy I'd started dating a few months ago, back when we'd met a few months after I started that last year of high school here in San Francisco. Mind you, I was a lot different from the fresh-off-the-boat-from-China girl I'd been almost a year ago too.
"I'll make the call to that HDK dude with the tits and movie blog for you, April," Paul said, as I followed him through to the office at the back of the old warehouse we'd leased. "Make sure you flash him some boob, and I'll email him a few tit shots for his blog. He gets a lot of views, and we can ask him to include links. That'll drive a few more sales." He grinned. "HDK's got a lot of readers. It'll drive quite a lot more sales if he gives you a good review."
There was another office off of Paul's which doubled as my dressing room, with a large rattan day-bed we'd picked up for fifty bucks from that used furniture store down the road. I used that for taking naps. Came in really useful when we were filming late, or when I had to do interviews, like with this HDK dude, because these days, my schedule was kind of full. Full? I didn't have a spare minute in my days.
Or my nights. It was hard to keep up with my studies sometimes.
I missed my mom, too, and maybe I should try calling her again. Screw my dad. Asshole. Maybe he'd gone back to China, and if he had, I knew my mom would probably talk to me. She might still be mad at me, but she'd talk.
"Hey, John," Paul said, a couple of minutes later, and I had that uniform off and my panties back on, along with a loose tank top, because it was a hot day outside and it was an old warehouse. No air-con.
