The Prologue
My agent, Alex, was saying,
"This is a fantastic roll, perfectly suited for you Emily. Crack this and you'll be in with the
A list
stars!"
All I had to do, was act out a courtship sequence and then an intimate love scene, with Derek Bailey, the star playing
Lord Rutherford
in the period drama
Duncumbe Abbey
. I would be playing his fiancée's sister - whom he secretly fancied - who had come visiting while her sister was, conveniently, away. The plot was that he would court me, win me over with his charm, make an advance, and as I succumbed, make love to me, before realizing that it was a mistake, and it was my sister he really wanted. A classic example of thinking,
the grass is greener
- or that he just wanted to fuck the sister to see if she was any better...
"Are you sure this won't end up like
The Secret Show
?" wary, after a part Alex had got me, where I'd been asked to sign some consensual sex agreement form; and then, after the shoot, when I woke up back in my apartment, I
knew
I'd been fucked absolutely senseless, but couldn't remember anything about it. Even though Alex said he'd been told it had been a great performance...
"Of course not," Alex reassured me, "The producers, Peter the director, and Mr Bailey are all extremely respectable and trustworthy."
Now, as I did quite fancy Derek Bailey, I accepted the job, and duly turned up on set on the requisite day. For several days we successfully filmed the courting scenes. It was rewarding to work on a proper Victorian period drama. The big day came for the intimate love scene.
Now it turns out - as I found out later from someone who'd overheard the conversation - Peter the director, a complete bastard as far as I'm concerned, had said to Derek, something like:
"Look, I want you to make this love scene look as realistic as possible. So, rather than simulated sex, I want you to really fuck that actress and fuck her hard. We want the audience to think the sister really was fucked by your character Lord Rutherford, and the only way for it to look that realistic, is for you to actually do it. In the darkness of the room, after you've fucked her, we'll set the lighting just right so there is just a glint, just the slightest suggestion that there is spunk seeping from her pussy but not obvious enough to be clearly seen and censored.
"So, don't fill her with all your spunk: when you feel yourself cumming inside her, just fill her with a couple of spurts, (but not too much or the actress will know and complain and then we'll all be in trouble) then pull your cock out and dump the rest of your sperm on her open pussy. That way it will look like you have cum inside her, and we will all be happy - even though, as far as she's concerned, you haven't. But don't pussy-foot around. I want it uber realistic. I want you to fuck her in the missionary position, hold her ankles behind her ears and fuck her really hard.
We want to see the full effect, that nine-inch length of your cock has on her, when it's disappearing deeper and deeper inside her each thrust, until you are balls deep in her. And we'll do the lighting, the camera angles and CGI editing so nothing can quite be seen of your big erect cock, but it will still look super realistic as if she is actually being fucked, which of course she is!"
"But how am I going to convince her to actually fuck me?"
"You don't have to convince her beforehand. She's inexperienced, innocent and a bit naive. That's why we gave her the part. You must've built up a rapport during the courtship scenes. Just tell her you need to be more intimate to make it look realistic, just get that lovely big cock of yours inside her and once she's enjoying that, fuck her hard and come all over her pussy. But for God's sake don't tell her, that you're actually going to do that, beforehand, just tell her that you are going to simulate making beautiful love but that you need to make it look realistic."
Of course, I didn't know until later, that that conversation had taken place, and that I really was going to be fucked good and proper...
So that day, I arrived on set, all pure and clean and bushy tailed with no protection or any form of contraception in place, and this is what happened:
As before, I was dressed in the Victorian costume of the day, with a corset and a multitude of petticoats and black stockings held up by suspenders, and the usual crotchless drawers that Victorian women wore (so that they could pee without spending ages undressing). I did feel a bit vulnerable with my pussy free to air - especially as we were doing a love scene - and questioned it, but wardrobe said it had to be authentic. But I was sure I was supposed to wear some kind of modesty patch to prevent 'accidental' over-intimacy. Anyway, just then I was called on set and went and sat down on the huge sofa in the drawing room.
The Shoot
"Lights, Camera, Action!"
Mr Bailey, or rather Lord Rutherford, entered the dimly lit room and came and sat down beside me.
"Here you are! How are you, my beautiful darling?" he enquired; but before I could even reply, he followed with,
"I love you so much, my darling! I would declare my love for you, from all the wonders of the world; from the Great Pyramid of Giza to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon; from the Lighthouse of Alexandria to the Colossus of Rhodes! But first let me visit your
Mount Pleasant!
" And proceeded to stick his head under the folds of my dress and start licking my naked pussy. Now, the director had said, that very little had been scripted for this scene, and to improvise, and do what felt natural, but I was rather shocked by this sudden turn of events, and pulled his head out of my pussy and slapped him. Undeterred, he said,
"Darling, you are my Mother Nature! I need to return my seed to your womb, by making sweet love to you!" And he whispered in my ear, "It's got to be realistic, darling - just go along with it, and it'll be all right."
"Let me adore you, and worship at the
Altar of Venus
!" he pleaded loudly; put his head up my dress again and proceeded to start caressing my clit with his tongue, occasionally sinking it as deep as he could into my pussy, which was now (despite me attempting to be proper) starting to get wet.
"Well, this is all right!" I said to myself, "If all I have to do, to make this love scene look realistic, is have my pussy tongued by Derek Bailey, then that's fine with me!" And started letting out little sighs and moans of pleasure and appreciation.
He was very good at it, and if he didn't stop soon, l was going to cum all over his face, which I wasn't sure I was supposed to do! Next, he had two fingers in my pussy, as well as his tongue, and I definitely knew I was going to cum.
"Kiss me! My darling," I called out, unscripted, "Let me feel your lovely manly lips on mine."
"Instead of your lips on my pussy lips..." I said to myself.
He reappeared, and planted his lips on mine, and his tongue down my throat. Mmmm! I could taste my love juice on his lips. I obviously
was
getting very excited - perhaps I wouldn't mind him putting his cock in me and really making love to me after all...
"Let me make love to you!" He said once again, and in a flash had pushed me back into the cushioned sofa, thrown my dress over my head and with one decidedly quick move, had his trousers down, and was on top of me with his hard cock provocatively sliding up and down between my moist modesty-patch-free pussy lips! I was about to pull away, but it did feel rather nice - his cock all lubricated with my love juice, too. He whispered encouragingly in my ear:
"Just go with it! We need to make it look realistic. I'm not going to go all the way: just slide the tip of my cock in you - and I can feel you're ready for it - so it's easy for me to move up and down more realistically - lots of actors do it:
"He just slips a bit in her quietly during a love scene and no one knows any the better, and they both enjoy it - for the sake of their art - and it'll make it look like I really am making love to you".
"Well, if it's what we need to do to make it look realistic, I guess I could go along with it," I said, "Although I don't know what my boyfriend would think of it."
But it couldn't really be real fucking if we were just acting, and being professional, and simulating sex realistically. We were only acting for sure. I might enjoy it too, for the sake of my art!
I said to him,
