Cindy had just stepped out from the dressing room. Today she was playing a genie and the costume did little conceal her voluptuous figure. She was a full figured blonde with large breasts and blue eyes. She was by no means fat but some would say her generous hips and rump gave a man something to hold on to.
She'd been working with Sal and his company for a while now and had started off being a gopher until Sal convinced her she could serve as a model in the backdrop of their videos. Cindy had been flattered of course, she knew she was pretty but didn't think her looks were what people sought out in movies.
Sal's business was making erotic films. He mainly made soft-core pictures and occasional hardcore films. Cindy had never been called in to work with the hard stuff so she wasn't sure just how hard it was. Sal would joke about how Cindy would be great for use in any of his movies and that his audience would "cream in their pants" at the sight of her ass.
She was flattered, but had always refused. Over time Cindy grew bold and finally allowed herself to participate in some soft core stuff. It turned out to be pretty easy. The mean, or sometimes women, would be naked along with her and they'd simulate having sex with her after some making out. Her male costars always got aroused which was embarrassing at first but Cindy learned it came with the territory and everyone ignored it, the actors were very professional.
Last week Sal had begged her to try one of his adult films. Cindy refused. Sal claimed fans were constantly asking for Candy, that was her stage name, to "get down to some real fucking" as the fans allegedly put it. Cindy refused to have actual sex for money, though she admitted that the rates were tempting. Also, based on some of her co-stars she had to admit the sex would have to be fun.
Now here Cindy was, in genie costume about to help make yet another soft-core porn. Sal, a small thin bald middle aged Italian American approached her. "You look wonderful Cindy, just Wonderful. I love how those tits hang out of the outfit, fantastic." he said as he leered at her mammoth sized tits. "In this scene we're having your master wish he wants to fuck you. But he wants to fuck you against your will, got it?"
Cindy thought of how wicked it would be to act like she was being taken against her will and nodded, "Sure, I've gotta pretend to put up a fight like I don't want to."
Sal nodded, "Exactly! Sean over there," he pointed to a well built white man in his early twenties, "will be your master. After he makes his wish he'll tie you by your arms to the bedpost and he'll start to lay into you. He's also going to gag you, but don't worry if you have a problem or something just clap your hands and we'll know to stop shooting."
Cindy nodded, "OK, sounds sexy."
"Great Cindy, I'll go get the rest of the crew together and we'll start up."
A few minutes went by as everyone got ready for filming. Cindy was glad she was working with Sean again. She loved looking and feeling his body. She watched as the camera crew began filming Sean, dressed in robes you'd expect someone in the desert to wear, found a lamp and rubbed it. The special effects team had things set up so a puff of smoke issued from the lamp and Sal yelled, "Cut!"
That was her cue to step into place where the lamp had been. She walked to the position before Sean.
Sal began, "OK, everyone rolling in 3 . . . 2 . . . 1." Cindy always thought it was funny how the cameras were digital but Sal liked to talk like he was rolling film like in the old days or something.
The cameras started and Cindy stood with her hands on her hips while thrusting her breasts towards Sean, "Hello Master? How may I be of service?"
Sean acted surprised, "What happened, who are you?
Cindy acted as if she was explaining the obvious, "I'm a genie. You found my lamp and now I serve Master."
Sean relaxed as his character began to understand. "Wait, why do you call me your master?"
Cindy continued acting as if she were talking to a child, "I call you my Master because you are Master. I have to grant you three wishes."
Sean looked as though he gave this some thought, "You have to grant me three wishes? What kind of wishes?"
Cindy pretended to sound slightly frustrated while explaining the rules to Sean, "Any wish."
Sean acted as if he thought this over. "Any wish huh?" He continued thinking. "I've got it."
Cindy smiled and acted pleased, "Oh good, make your wish and I shall grant it Master!"
Sean approached her, "I wish to fuck you and you can't say or do anything to stop me no matter how much you don't want to!"
Cindy complied by crossed her arms, nodded her head and said "Granted." The special effects team ignited more smoke and Sal yelled, "Cut."
People began moving around the set. Sean walked off somewhere, Sal was directing the camera men, and Olivia in make up was applying some touch ups to Cindy face and chest. A man walked over with a ball gag and a belt. Sal came over, "These are part of the wish, when we start filming again you'll be wearing these to show you granted Sean his wish."
They took Cindy over to a nearby bed that had the cameras trained on it from various angles. She was directed to the bed's backboard and they began to tie the rope so her forearms were tied to the bedpost. Sal began to place the ball gag in her mouth, "Now remember Cindy, you have to act like you don't want to do this so really fight him. And if you have problems like you need a break or something, just clap your hands. Got it?"
Cindy nodded. Sam slid the ball gag on her and placed the ball in her mouth and made his way back to the cameras. Cindy tried to get comfortable, she noted her arms were tied down pretty tight but she found a way to make it work, it would probably get easier once Sean held her rear and acted like he was fucking her.
Sal called over, "Sorry everyone we're having some lighting issues just hang in there."
A few minutes went by as the lighting guys fixed whatever the problem was. Cindy had to shift her weight a few times as she waited but eventually Sal called out, "OK, it's taken care of. Cindy, thanks for waiting. Everyone, get in position!"
Cindy gave a muffled laugh through her gag, like she had any other position she could be in but bent over in this bed!
Sal called, "3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . rolling!" Some more smoke was set off and suddenly Sean was standing behind her. He spoke as if in surprise, "Wow, you really are a genie!"
Cindy turned to look while pretending to be in distress. She was surprised to see part of the wish must have called for Sean's clothing to disappear. She was also a little surprised to see Sean had a raging hard on. Hard dicks happened in soft-core, but usually it took some incidental touching to make one, but Sean looked like he'd been prepped or something. His thick nine inch circumcised cock was directed towards her rear.
Cindy looked up from Sean's cock to his face as he looked into her eyes. "Like that genie? It looks like it likes you, or was that part of your magic? I've never felt so hard."
Cindy pretended to struggle with her bonds and make protests through the gag. She'd seen these movies before, all this drama and they edit most or all of Sean's proud cock. It seemed like such a waist, but that's why it was soft porn and not hard porn.
