PART III
RECAP:
What an amazing couple of days it was making my first couple of actual Porn Films; and continued to have a great time over the next couple of years, with Matty introducing me to contacts all over Europe, meaning I could give up my job in the restaurant, to become a full time porn actress.
Because of my tiny demeanour and big boobs, I was invariably cast as a schoolgirl or niece/sister/step-daughter or or young girlfriend getting up to mischief, and as you'd expect I soon did everything a woman can do sexually, solo, and with numerous men and women in the plural.
All was going really well; then..... Covid struck and the industry shut down. As it loomed Jonty asked me to move in with him so we could continue making solo vids for his website which kept the financial wolf from the door, especially when he worked out a way for other models to make 10 or 15 minute videos at home and send them in to go on his website.
One financially rewarding aspect of these vids and photo sessions was when we started making Private Shoots for special requests. Obviously some were very kinky, and some I turned down; but there was usually at least one other model desperate for £100.
I had one regular 'fan' who would ask for me do dress 'like a pin-up model' which intrigued me; and as the months went by I really looked forward to him getting in touch with quite specialist and intricate requests. One week he sent an e-mail with some photos of a 50's Pin-Up model called Betty Brosmer that we'd never heard of; but a quick Google found a lot of photos and Jonty laughed that I actually looked like her -- small, slim and busty!
As requested I bought some vintage underwear and nylons from the internet; plus a 'curly perm' wig and away we went.
Thankfully the pandemic and its lockdowns ended and I went straight back to business, making two or three films a week to fill the gap in the market; which is ultimately why I was on a plane returning from Vegas in chapter #1.
As soon as air travel was allowed Jonty and I flew to America where a studio had offered me the opportunity to make some videos with them; and the money on offer was mind boggling.
We made 12 films of various lengths and themes in a week, then had a few days at the beach before flying home.
Not just were these films a success; but other porn studios in America and across Europe all got in touch too. It was difficult to decide which offers to take up; but one 'specialist studio' intrigued Jonty and gave him a 'lightbulb' moment.
He was excited because they used a specialist programme to colour the films to make them look 'old', which is why he pitched the 'Betty Brosmer' idea to them.... and they liked it; so a couple of weeks later I flew from Prague where I'd just made a couple of films, straight to LA, where we pretended to be on holiday as we didn't have work permits.
The company were very professional and had access to some old studio sets, where they made their films. We started with a couple of solo sets in authentic 50's lingerie, replicating what they called 'Stag films' then a couple of days in someone produced a script, which was to go on and win me an Golden Dildo Award at a glittering ceremony in Vegas.
I was a 1950's housewife, more of a 'Trophy Wife' who; even though she wore sexy lingerie at breakfast, her much older chubby husband ignored her.
The first in what would become a four part series, had me wearing a tiny white transparent baby-doll nightie with matching panties under a matching 'housecoat'.
I wandered around the Formica kitchen smoking a menthol cigarette, bending over showing lots of cleavage and arse; with no effect on Charlie my 'screen husband' who was reading a newspaper.
As he left for work he gave me a kiss on the cheek and a patronising pat on the bum.
The film then resumed what was meant to be later in the day, where I was still dressed in the same outfit as earlier but with massive Jackie O sunglasses, and now I was standing at the patio doors smoking another menthol cigarette and drinking (what was meant to be) a Martini.... watching the Latino Pool Boy go about his work in a tight pair of shorts and a pair of flip-flops.
When he finished he approached me; trying not to look at me in my sexy undies; but the obvious 'lump' in his shorts gave the game away.
I turned to get his money and dropped my purse meaning I had to bend over, with straight legs; giving him a good look at my arse and pussy.
As I gave him his cash, I ran a well manicured fingernail down his chest.
"Would you like to earn another $10?" I purred in my best American accent.
"Sure." he answered, "how?"
"Fuck me baby..... fuck me real good!" then cupped his balls.
"Sure." he grinned, "but... your husband?"
"He won't be back until late tonight." I purred again and turned and walked into the living room with him following.
I sat on the sofa and let him get a good look at my pussy slit through my panties, then beckoned him to me, until he was standing between my spread legs.
"Let's see what you have for me in here!" I giggled as I pulled his shorts down..... "Holy shit!" I gasped when an 8 inch cock sprang into life!
"Oh my you are a big boy." I chuckled as I wrapped my fingers around the rubbery shaft, then began kissing the tip and down the straining veins all the way to his neatly trimmed pubes., then back to the top again so I could suck it.
"Oh fuck!" The pool boy gasped as I jerked his cock into my mouth as he fondled my tits.
With cameras zooming in from all angles I put on a helluva show; then at a signal from the Director, the boy stepped back to let me take my panties off.
"Holy fuck! You've got no hair!" He gasped; as this was meant to be the 1950's.
"Do you like it with no hair?"
"Shit yes I do."
"Well stick that fucking massive cock in then baby."
