The morning flashed by, a pure lingerie shoot, I lost count of the different bra and panties I'd worn. Mark was on hand, clipping and unclipping my bra, pulling my knickers down on occasions, buckling shoes, unbuckling shoes. It was glamorous. I loved it. I loved it, but I couldn't but help think of the afternoon to come.
"Sorry love," I said to Mark, "those are a bit wet."
"You need to stop thinking about this afternoon's shoot, and concentrate on this mornings," Mark said.
Linda handed me the pair of purple knickers she had just taken off, there was a wet patch in the gusset.
"You need to stop thinking about this afternoon's shoot, and concentrate on this mornings," I said.
Linda was my Mum. My Mum was a model, called Linda. I now worked for her, as her assistant, which was a secret, only the photographer I used to work for, and Mum had done her first modelling assignment for knew. And here I was watching her strip and holding her wet panties. She was gorgeous, I wanted to fuck her. She knew it, and I know she didn't mind. My cock was hard, her pussy was wet. We were both excited. But this was work, we had to be professional. I handed her another bra, then the matching panties, I sniffed the soiled ones. She smiled.
"Come on, no time for that, hand me the suspender belt, and get the stockings ready."
A few minutes later I watched her walk out in front of the camera again, her perfect arse framed in her see through knickers. She turned, and the lights flashed as the camera clicked. She was hot, sexy. She knew everyone in the room wanted to fuck her, including me. Right then though she was imagining the lens was fucking her, that is why she was being paid the big bucks. My cock protested, confined in my jeans, my balls ached for relief.....................
I ate some fruit for lunch, that, and another bottle of mineral water. Mark had re inserted my butt plug when I had finished the morning shoot. He'd pushed it in my wet pussy, then slipped it into my arse. I'd squeezed his cock through his trousers when he did it. He was so hard. Later he'd need that attending to, I'd find one of the other girls to give him a blow job, that or do it myself.
"What are you thinking Linda," Mark asked.
"Nothing darling, nothing." I said innocently.
"Time to get you ready for your big scene, get this over and we're done here," Mark said.
We'd been at this fabulous house for three days. I'd been photographed, filmed, fucked, and sucked. This afternoon I would give up my virgin arse to three hunks. I'd almost let Mark have it last night, almost. I still wasn't sure why I hadn't. Again, in the morning I'd almost fucked him, I had held his cock at the entrance to my pussy, I only had to relax my legs and I would have slid down his big hard cock. He'd been sleeping, true in my bed, he'd opened his eyes, and I lost my nerve.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup was done perfectly.
"Great job Mark, I like the silver eye shadow, like the way you've blended it."
I looked again, through half closed eyes, through my false eyelashes. Was that really me I'd never seen myself like that, but Mark had.
I stood, slipped the silk robe off. Mark took it. He handed me a silver thong, it sparkled in the light. To call it small would have been an understatement. It would cover me, but only just. I pulled it up.
"Open your legs a bit," Mark said. He knelt, and adjusted the material, so my pussy was covered, pulled the string up, so it cut into my arse.
I wore a pair of black heels, eight-inch killers. Next the dress, silver again, and again not much of it, the neckline plunged deep, deep to my belly button. My belly button was pierced, and in it I wore a string of faux diamonds. They matched my earrings. The dress didn't cover my tits. Mark re-arranged both the dress and my errant breasts. I needed some tit tape, but this wasn't a cocktail party, it was a fuck-fest, and I was the main course. A bracelet on both wrists. I was ready. I was nervous, almost to the point of being scared shitless. But there was excitement too. I'd never had three guys at once before, never had two if the truth be told. I'd been filmed with two guys, and another girl, two girls. But not three. Before I'd started modelling, only a couple of weeks ago, I'd never had another woman, never had a threesome even.
"Linda, you ready?" Mark asked.
"Sorry love, yes ready as I'll ever be."
"Good, now one little thing we've overlooked, bend over."
I did as he told me. I trusted him. He was my assistant. He pulled the back of the thong to one side, I felt his hand on my bum, his breath on my back. He pulled the butt plug out of my arse. My anus was open, and ready. I stood back up after Mark had put the thong back in place, the butt plug was in his mouth................
I watched her walk out onto the set, she looked fabulous. I knew she was nervous she was worried it was going to hurt, worried she wasn't up to it. It had all been so quick, a few weeks ago, she hadn't even been naked in front of a camera. She was my Mum, a woman who was always there for me. Now I was there for her, her alter ego at least. Linda. Linda was the woman my mother should have been. She was confident, sexy, glamorous, not short of money. Gorgeous. She walked differently I noticed, straight back chest out, shoulders back. You wanted to fuck her, and maybe, just maybe she'd let you. The three lucky bastards were there, ready to fuck her. They'd make her sweat, make her come over and over. They'd fuck her hard, very hard. I hadn't told her that. No point giving her something extra to worry about. This was the last scene she had to do, well for the next two days anyway. There were three, no four other girls on the set, they'd be background, but wouldn't take part in the sex. I watched her stop by one of them, Amy. Linda said something, and Amy giggled, looked in my direction, before nodding to Linda.
"Hi Linda," Amy said as I reached her. "You get all the good stuff you lucky cow," she said smiling.
"Have you still not been fucked since you got here?" I asked her.
"No, not once. I know I'm just one of the extra's, but you'd think with all this sex going on I'd get a few crumbs."
"You should have said, look when we're done, go and fuck my assistant, you know Mark." I told her.
"Mark, but you're......... I mean we all thought you and him were an item." Amy said.
"He's my assistant, and a bloody good one, got an amazing cock, no you go on, enjoy him, it's on me."
"Really, thanks, if I can ever do anything for you."
"Come everyone, we have a lot to get through, Amy stop fucking gassing, I want you over there, with your tits out, legs open like the little slut you are, you three as well. Now Linda if you wait, be ready for you in minute," the director said.................
I stood by the director, as the filming commenced. The setting was a club. Amy and her three friends were masturbating, the barman looked on disinterested. He dried glasses. I walked in on them, on cue. I walked around, running a hand across a pussy here, squeezing a breast here. I reached Amy, and kissed her, true not in the script, then traced my hand down her body, until I reached her cunt, she wasn't very wet, I played with her, then penetrated her with two of my fingers, she was wet now, she took a deep breath. She hadn't expected this, not in the script, she wasn't paid to come, but she was almost there, her head went back. Her orgasm would have to wait, the three hunks were here. It was time to earn my money. They pulled me off her, pulled me onto the small dance floor, I danced with one of them, then another, they span me round, I danced with the third. He danced holding me from behind. He pulled my dress to the sides, exposing my breasts to the camera. My head was back, I kissed him, and now I wanted him, I wanted them all.
The dress fell to the floor, their hands were all over me, I was trembling with expectation. I squatted, time to suck cock. So far it had been one take. I liked that, I hated interruptions that it seemed were part and parcel of this new life of mine. They were all big, big, and hard. I suddenly wondered if Mark was bigger. I'd have to check later. I licked their cocks, their balls, then I licked their arseholes, I always liked it when men did that to me, I supposed men liked it too. I'd never slept with a man whose arse I had licked, cocks, yes, balls occasionally. Now it was my turn, one of them was between my legs, his tongue busy. I had a cock in my mouth, another waited his turn. They switched, then switched again.
"Cut!" The director called. I hated him right at that moment. "Mark sweetie, lubrication time."
Mark was there beside me, the three guys stood waiting, stroking their erections. I spread my legs, allowing Mark to lubricant my anus, he used a couple of fingers, working the lube deep, he ensured I was open, open and ready to lose my anal cherry. I should have given it to him. Should have, didn't. Not a time for regrets. He walked out of the cameras view. It was time, time to earn my six thousand a week.
I straddled a guy, his cock deep inside my pussy, which he was pounding, another in my mouth, my arse high in the air. I felt the third behind me. The cock inside me slowed, hands gripped my hips. I felt the cock at the entrance to my back passage. Pressure on my sphincter, gradual, by continual pressure. The cock in my cunt fucked me slowly, the one in my mouth gone. They wanted to film my face as I gave up my arse. Mark had told them I was an anal virgin. They wanted it all, six cameras recorded it, six cameras, four girls, the sound man, the continuity girl, the guy behind the bar, who really was just the barman, the assistant director, Harry the executive. And my son. They all were there to witness, to record the moment I was fucked in the arse for the first time. The guys had drawn lots to be the first. There was utter silence on the set. The soundman's microphone, the big fluffy thing was above me. They could not retake this, it had to be right. I wondered if they thought I'd scream. The head of the cock was just inside me, I tried to relax. I relaxed my anus. I opened myself as far as I could. He penetrated me. I groaned, the cock in my pussy was hard, big and hard, but still. The only movement was the big hard cock pushing its way into my secret place. It was a Captain Kirk moment, he was going where no one had been before. I groaned loudly I was sweating.
