I'm happy to be returning to this series. I enjoyed writing it and have some new ideas as to how the story should continue. I hope you enjoy.
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After Jeff and Cara got done fucking and putting their clothes back on, we headed out to the kitchen area. When we entered, I noticed several more people around the house now. In the kitchen there were seven or eight guys standing around as well as a few girls.
Not too long ago, I would have probably been self-conscious about being around these people I did not know wearing only a skimpy tank top and a g-string, but I felt no shyness. In fact, I felt incredibly empowered by my newly found self-confidence. Less than a year ago, I would never have been able to do this. Now, I was almost naked in front of strangers, had a tattoo on my ankle, a navel ring and a tongue ring. What a difference a year makes in the life of a person.
"Let's hear it for our new star," one of the guys said. I think he was one of the camera operators from the shoot. "Here's to....Wait I don't know your stage name."
"Oh shit, I don't have one," I said as everyone held their glasses in the air.
"Well, you need one by the end of the day," one of the other girls said. "Don't trust these fucking bastards to come up with one. If you do, the next thing you know they'll be using your name that you signed on the release form."
"How about....Sharon," I said trying to think on the spot.
"Wild," I heard Jeff say behind me. "That was fucking wild this morning, so let's use Wild."
"Well then," said the camera guy. "Here's to our new star of fucking, Sharon Wild."
I noticed Jeff went over the table to make a sandwich after the toast. He is always ready to eat. I guess watching his wife get fucked in a porn scene makes him hungry.
"Hi, Sharon," said an attractive man as he approached me. "I'm Ron. I produce a lot of these scenes for either studios or internet sites."
"Hi Ron," I said. "I hope to be starring in those scenes for you."
"Great, but I do need to let you know that we have a little problem for this afternoon. But if you're willing to change plans a little, then we'll have no real problems at all."
"Well, as long as the change of plans still include be getting fucked, then we'll have no problem."
"That's the kind of attitude I like to hear, especially in the new girls. If you don't love to fuck, then this isn't going to work out.
"That's kind of a Captain Obvious thing to say isn't it," I replied.
"Well, you'd think, but you'd be amazed at the number of girls who are more in love with being on film than the fucking that gets them there."
"That's seems weird. You don't have to worry about me. I've never met a cock that I didn't fall in love with."
"Great, then this won't be a problem. We originally had you scheduled to do a scene with two guys, including anal. However, there was a scheduling conflict so we've changed it to a b-g scene like you did this morning."
"Doesn't sound like a problem at all."
"Well, it is different than this morning in the fact that you'll be fucking a black guy with a twelve-inch dick."
I immediately felt moisture begin to fill my pussy when Ron said that final sentence. A black guy with a twelve-inch cock. 'Wow' was my only thought.
"You okay with that," Ron asked me.
"Yeah," I managed to reply. "I've never been with a black guy before. Can't wait."
"Good. He'll be in a thirty minutes or so. Then, you two can talk a little, the director of the scene will work you through the scene and then we'll get to work."
Ron turned and walked away. I found Jeff and told him the change of plans. I could tell by the bulge in his pants that he found the whole idea of fucking a black guy as exciting as I did.
I got a quick bite to eat, before a lady named Rita was pulling me to another room to get me ready for my scene.
She did my make up and applied the fake eyelashes. She also pulled my hair back into pixie tails, which she said would make the interracial scene even hotter, since it made me look more innocent before turning into as she put it, "a black cock whore."
We picked out an outfit to wear. A red g-string, blue-checkered hot pants and a yellow tank top with red flowers. However, as I went to put on the outfit, Rita stopped me.
"You always want to meet the guy, or guys for that matter, wearing as little as possible. Either completely naked or wearing only panties and/or your bra, but nothing more."
"Why," I asked stopping with putting on my g-string halfway up my legs.
"Two reasons," Rita explained. "First, it gets them all excited to see fresh new pussy and tits. You'll thank me for that later. The easier you get them hard at first, the easier the scene. Otherwise, you'll have to work like hell to get them hard sometimes. Second, it helps you break out the self-consciousness of being completely exposed in front of a new guy. It'll help you relax once the scene starts. Trust me. I've been in your shoes before."
I had to take her advice because it was the only advice I have ever gotten about being a porn star. Therefore, I decided to go ahead and meet the guy completely naked. I pulled off the g-string and set it on the pile of clothes that I would be putting on a little later.
We spent the rest of the time with her polishing up the makeup as well as making sure to powder my body a little, which she said would help make me look better under the lights. It would cover up some skin blemishes the camera and lights would be sure to pick up if we did not cover them.
After about ten more minutes, there was a knock on the door and the guy on the other side telling us the director was ready to meet with me.
Feeling a little self-conscious again, I got up, completely naked, and headed out of the room. The guy that had knocked quickly looked me over, muttered something under his breath about me being hot and told me to follow him. As I walked behind him, I felt more confidence because of his mumbled compliment of my body.
He motioned for me to enter a room off the main living room. As I entered, I saw two guys standing by a desk. One of them white and the other guy was black. Both of them paused as I entered the room. I saw there eyes start at my tits and work there way completely down my body and back up. There was no need to mentally undress me because I was standing there completely exposed, and incredibly turned on. I could moisture again building in my pussy as my body was the object of their attention.
"Hello, I believe you're going by Sharon, right," he asked and I nodded. "Very well, then Sharon, I'm Terry. I'll be directing the scene her this afternoon and this is Marcus, your costar."
"Very nice to meet your Sharon," Marcus said.
He had dreadlocks and was very tall. He was also unbelievably hot and I could not wait to see his big, hard, 12-inch cock.
He took my hand and gave it a very polite kiss, which sent shivers throughout my body. I would have jumped him right there, but Terry broke the focus.
"Okay, then let's get right to business," he started as he motioned for Marcus and I to take a chair.
Marcus took a seat and I decided to be bold and instead of taking the chair next to him, I sat directly on his lap. I hoped to feel his cock, but it was not hard yet. However, what was there, I could feel was rather large, especially for not being hard.
"Well, you two seem to have some instant chemistry," Terry continued. "That's great. We should have a hot fucking scene then."
He went on to lay out the basic story of the scene. It was going to be shot as a reality scene, which meant that there would be little direction and we would ad lip as much of it possible.
The basic plot, as it was explained, is that I was a bored housewife who was out on the patio ready to relax when a volleyball came over the fence. I was to get the ball and then try to seduce Marcus when he came over to retrieve the ball. Terry said he wanted Marcus to be shy at first and for me to be actively seducing him and to get bolder as he pretended to by shy.
After things got started between us, we were to take the scene into the house, which is where Marcus would become more assertive, and then, we would fuck. Terry told us to get in as many positions as possible and that the cumshot would be a facial. He also told me to make sure to not swallow, but instead slowly spit it out of my mouth and let it run down my chin, if I got any in my mouth.
"But before we really shoot the scene," Terry continued. "I want to get the still shots done. At least those before we really get into the penetration scenes. So we'll shoot outside and I'll guide you two through what I want when we film, but we'll be shooting the stills.
"As far as the stills and the cumshot are concerned, since this'll be Marcus' second shoot of the day, I want to save him for the film, so I'll have one of the guys on the set cum on you Sharon and then we'll bring Marcus back in to shoot some stills as if he was the one responsible for the mess on your face. Okay?"
