0 comments/ 19956 views/ 2 favorites The Script By: parrotheadjim Characters J-Male half of married couple (Played by James) M-Female half of married couple (played by Melissa) N-M's Sister E-N's husband (Never seen or heard) D-Male (Played by Dan) Opening scene – Bed room- Clock and phone on headboard or the night table. Clock shows 7:45 M asleep in bed wearing typical PJs with sheet partially covering In walks J dressed in coveralls and carrying sack lunch J-"Good morning dear" gives M a light kiss J- "I'm headed to work. I'm working late today should be home about 10:00. You going to do anything special today since you have the day off from work" M-"No, maybe a little work in the garden" J- "bye" walks out hear the front door close 30 seconds later the phone rings M picks up the phone it is N (N could just be a voice or played by M with different makeup and a wig) N- "Hi M" M- "Hi sis, what's going on" N- "You won't believe it. You remember how in collage we used go joke about picking up a freshman or high school senior and blowing their mind by coming on to them and fucking them silly. M- "yea" N- " Well last night I did it and Oh was it great" M- "What!!!" "Um, does your husband E know?" N- "Yea he's that one that suggested it and set it up." " He's heard how we never got past teasing the poor freshmen guys." "M you have got to do it" M- "Why, J keeps me plenty happy" N- "No that's not why." It hard to explain but it's a combination of the novelty, the excitement, a different size, a different motion, knowing that someone was watching." M – "What you mean E watched?" N – "Yea, from the closest so that the Guy thought he was getting it from a cheating wife" N then goes on about how N and E went to a club , how E pretended know her and befriended some guys telling them that she loved to pick up guys when her husband was out of town but she would never do the same guy after one night. He had enjoyed one night with her three of four month before and knowing that he would not get a second night had stayed till 5:00 am when she ushered him out so she could get a little sleep before having to get up for work. How the guys were practically falling over themselves for her attention dancing, feeling her up, buying drinks. Then finally at about 10:30 she choice one of the shyer guys who happened to also feel as though he had a slightly larger than average cock. E had left at about 10:00 to get home and hide in the closet. Leading the guy through the house to the bedroom, the nervous feeling, the juice drip from her pussy from all the touching at the club. M- starts squirming and reaches toward her pussy N- continues - Entering the bedroom, turning on the lights and leaving the lights on removing her clothes than his, stroking and sucking his cock for a couple of minutes then pushing the guy back against the bed till he is laying on the bed crawling on top in a 69 how he started eating her tentatively at first then really sinking his tongue deeply in to her pussy M- starts playing with own pussy N- Continues – Describing how after several minutes she then crawled down and slowly slid her pussy down on to the guys cock. And then proceeded to ride up and down sliding all the way down then rising till only the tip of his cock was touching the entrance to her pussy them sliding down to the hilt again. Starting slowly and gradually speeding up till he tensed up and shoot a load deep into her at how he stayed hard while she continued to ride on his cock till she came too. Then she laid back on his chest and rested for a minute with his still hard cock wedged in her pussy holding his cum inside her. Then rolling off and sucking his cock till he shot a load on her face, neck, and chest. M- removes PJs furiously plays with own pussy N- Finally the guy got it up two more times fucking her once missionary with him on top and one more time with her on top while he played with her tits. Before she showed him to the door at about 4:30am. When she walked back to the bedroom E was laying on the bed smiling and naked with his cock as steel and sticking straight up, asking if she could take one more load. N quickly climbed on and soon as her pussy reached the base of E's cock his cock exploded shooting a giant load deep into her already full cunt. M- Continues plays with own pussy, reaching an apparent orgasm just as N finishes her story M- "Oh I've got to try that, Sis can you help set it up" N- "only if I get to her all the details after " M- "OK OK OK OK just help me set it up" N – " OK we will do the same type of set up. I'll tell some guys about you and how screwed my ex-boyfriend one night. I'll meet you at the corner club about 7:00 M – gets up walks to the bathroom hear the water start running in the shower Scene fads Scene Two - same bedroom clock about 9:00 Hear the front door opening two people walking down the hall. See M enter the room with D M wearing short dress or short skirt with blouse M – starts removing her clothes then D's clothes Basically repeating the story told by M except that J returns home and starts watching from the door just as M starts to ride on D's cock for the first time. Film concludes as D is escorted to the door and M returns to the bedroom to find J on the bed naked cock hard. M walks over to J wraps her finger around his cock and ask "is this for me." Film goes black. The Script I'm sitting on a bed in my hotel room staring at the room phone. Psyching myself up. I look at the phone, then study my alligator 4-inch heels, then stare at the phone. Have you ever been so turned on that your whole body shakes? That's how turned on I am right now. My thighs are clenching, squeezing. I notice that my breathing is labored and heavy. It's now or never... 1 month ago My name is Heather. I'm 29 years old and married to the love of my life. A brilliant, wonderful man who understands me much better than I understand myself. We don't have children - yet. Work has been too busy for both of us. But recently we've started to plan for them. I'm planning on quitting my job next month so I can be a stay at home mom. While I've really enjoyed my fast-paced life as a corporate lawyer, I've come to the realization that what I really want out of life is to make a home and a family. That's probably where this all started. My husband - Rob - and I have been really connecting as we've been making all the preparations for me to get pregnant and be a stay at home mom. And we've been having a lot - A LOT - of sex. Great sex. Mind blowing sex. I think both of us realized that now was the time in our lives to really enjoy our physical relationship before life gets too busy. Rob and I married young when we were still in college. We both ran track competitively for our school so were constantly seeing each other at the same parties - hanging out with the same people. We were both insanely attracted to each other too. I was in the best shape of my life when I was running in school. I've always been tall and athletic but Rob says I have all the right curves in all the right places. I've kept up the running since school. Not to brag, but I still turn heads. I have chin-length blonde hair, big blue eyes, runner's legs, a toned stomach, and an ample chest that I still blame for me not taking Nationals in college. All of which now comes in very handy in my career. I work with powerful men and while I've never tried to get my way through sex, I have noticed that sometimes these men are much more willing to listen to me than some of my male associates. Rob was my first. I had boyfriends in high school, but had never had sex until Rob. We loved each other so much that we decided to get married our junior year in college. It's a decision I've never regretted, but sometimes I have let myself daydream about what could have been. I've wondered whether sex would be a different experience with someone else, but I've never felt an active impulse to fool around. I love Rob too much for that. Anyway...as I said, we've been having a lot of sex lately. Lots of great sex, with dirty talking and sharing of our fantasies. Most of these fantasies were pretty vanilla - having sex outside, having sex somewhere we could get caught, that sort of thing. However, a few weeks ago he hit on something deeper. I remember exactly where we were when we first discovered (for both of us) one of my hidden turn ons. I was laying underneath Rob, completely naked, and he was slowly rubbing himself up and over my clit, teasing me. He had this sexy grin I could barely make out in our dark bedroom when he whispered in my ear, "Heather, have you ever wished you could experience another man's cock sliding into you? Ever wished you could experience it all over again for the first time with someone new?" He paused, and then whispered, "Has my sexy wife ever wished she could please another man, just for the experience of it?" My body betrayed me. I was wet before he started talking to me, but I gushed and he could feel it coating him as he continued to tease me with his cock. My nipples tightened up and my back arched as I tried to maneuver my hips so I could take him into me. He sunk all the way into me and I moaned, coming immediately, and he held me as I shuddered underneath him. I don't usually come that quickly so Rob knew that he had hit on something with his words. As my first orgasm subsided, he kept asking me questions and kept thrusting slowly in and out of me. I was so turned on I couldn't properly respond. My only verbal response to most every whispered question was an unintelligible, but urgent moan. "Do you want someone new to rub his hands all over your body?" "Do you want to stroke his cock and tease it?" "Do you want to seduce him or do you want to be taken advantage of?" "How do you think his cock would feel in your hands?" "I wonder if other men would taste different than me? "I bet you'd like to fuck a married man, wouldn't you?" "Mmmmm, you really do want to fuck around, don't you?" "Well...guess what...you have permission...if you want it..." That last one sent me over the edge again and I whimpered "Yes, oh yes, please, please, please, please" as we came together. Rob collapsed on top of me and we laid there, breathing hard, not saying anything. We both knew that we had crossed some line, but didn't know how to go about bringing it up. I've never come twice in one session that fast and I was a little worried about Rob's reaction. Then we looked at each other and simultaneously burst out laughing. It was nervous energy, I suppose, but it helped relax the mood. Rob rolled over and we giggled for a few minutes as his hand stroked my stomach up and down. Eventually, Rob spoke up, "THAT was a turn-on, huh?" I couldn't really respond with anything meaningful. I was still very turned on. Eventually as my breathing slowed, I faced Rob and said, "I love that you can do that to me. But, that's just a fantasy right?" Rob winked at me and nuzzled my neck and whispered, "Anything that gets you to come like that for me, might need to be upgraded to a reality rather than a fantasy." Now that we were really talking I felt a little playful and wanted to find out how turned on Rob was, I said, "Well...you know I'm traveling in a few weeks for an ABA conference. I'm sure there will be plenty of eligible candidates at the conference." I was surprised when Rob winked at me again and told me that I might need to do a little planning to make the most of my last conference. We eventually fell asleep in each other's arms that night, but as we were falling asleep I couldn't decide whether he was being silly or still trying to get me riled up.... Chapter 2 The next few weeks passed in a blur. Rob and I had sex nearly every other night and the sex was filled with tension and this undercurrent of both of us thinking something naughty, but being reluctant to talk about it. I found myself daydreaming of scenarios of me with other men - faceless, nameless men. When we had sex, I would replay these scenarios in my mind and try to work up the courage to tell Rob about them. However, I never did work up the courage as we kept coming faster and faster during these sex sessions. Looking back, he must have been doing the same thing. While the sex was intense, it was almost disconnected because each of us was in our own heads, which actually kind of made it even kinkier and sexier - at least for me. It felt dirty to have a secret, even if it was just a secret fantasy. As the weeks passed, my fantasies kept zeroing in on the upcoming conference I had. Sometimes I thought to myself, "Well, he did give me permission..." And then I would squeeze my legs together and daydream some more about how I might have a rendezvous at my last professional conference. During these fantasy sessions (some of which took place in the shower, some in bed after Rob left) I would try to work out exactly how it would happen. Would I go to the hotel bar and "put out the vibe?" Maybe flirt a little with a potential client and suggest that if he retained me, he could have more than one of my services? I kept replaying different stories in my head, but truthfully with me being so sexually inexperienced (other than with Rob) I kept coming to the realization that I really had no idea how to legitimately throw myself at someone. I found that a little frustrating and a little relieving at the same time. While it was becoming a very concrete fantasy it still felt "safe" to think about these things knowing that I really had no idea how to actually go about it. The conference started on a Monday morning in New Orleans and Rob and I had planned a special Saturday night at home before I flew out the next afternoon. We had a lazy dinner out on the porch of our home and before I knew it, we had gone through two bottles of wine. I was dressed in a simple white, short sundress and throughout the dinner, would find excuses to flash Rob a little bit of leg or a little bit of breast. I could see that I was having an effect on him as his was flushed and I could see him tenting through his pants. I decided to get especially naughty and slowly slid my dress down my body out on the porch and asked Rob if there was anything else he wanted to do tonight. All done while pinching my nipples and making complete eye-contact. With my husband, I can be a complete slut. It took about thirty seconds for him to guide me to the bed, drop his clothes, and insert himself into me. We started with the usual sexual banter as we got warmed up, but then he surprised me when he looked me in the eye and said, "Have you given any thought as to how you're going to make the most of your last work conference?" Perhaps it was the wine, maybe it was because I had been fantasizing about it non-stop. But I didn't miss a beat and the next thing out of my mouth was "I really want to get fucked, but I know it should just be a fantasy...right?" He picked up the pace and started playing with my nipples, which I love. "Heather, you have no idea how many times I've made myself come these past weeks thinking about you being sexual...thinking of how your body would look underneath someone else's...thinking of you being a naughty little wife...I want you to have that experience before we settle down...I want you to be so so bad...." I was quickly approaching one of those earth shaking orgasms and wanted to keep the game going. "I want it too, baby, but you need to help me...you need to tell me what to do...I'll do exactly what you tell me to do. I want to be fucked. I want to feel someone else just once. I want them to want me and i want you to want it for me. Will you please, please, please help me?" He responded by letting loose inside me. Torrential amounts of cum drenched me inside and I wrapped my legs and arms around my husband and kissed him deeply. With a sheepish grin on his face, he rolled to the side and started playing with my clit...something we do whenever he comes before me. I closed my eyes and reveled in how his fingers kept slowly stroking me over my most sensitive parts. With my eyes closed, I heard him take a deep breath, exhale, and then say in a soft quiet voice, "l'll help you. I'll script it completely for you. I will turn you into my secret fantasy...if you want. Do you want my help, Heather? Do you want me to tell you exactly what to do to get fucked?" He then took his finger from my clit, which was still soaked with his cum, and pressed it into my mouth and whispered, "Do you want to taste someone else's cum?" I arched my back, put one hand on my right breast and tweaked my nipple. My other hand went straight to my clit and I started to rub myself into oblivion as I agreed to be husband's little toy. Agreed to do whatever he wanted me to while I was away. I agreed to be his slut wife. Rob started giving me explicit instructions on what he expected of me while I was gone and I came over and over and over again. And each time I came down, Rob would tell me a little bit more of what he wanted me to do and I would come again. I lost count of the orgasms I had that night. But his script for how I was going to get laid while I was gone was burned into my mind. Chapter 3 The conference on Monday was great, but I couldn't pay attention. I kept thinking back to Saturday night with Rob and wondering whether I should really go through with it. In his instructions, Rob had told me how to dress for today. I was wearing his favorite - a green bandage-style dress that lifted up my breasts and my ass and flattered my waist line. I was all curves in this dress. It was knee length with a zipper all the way down to my ass in the back. It was probably a little sexy for this type of conference, but I had been getting appreciate looks throughout the day. Every time I caught someone eyes roaming me I would get a shiver down my spine. I had been given instructions not to wear a bra or panties. The dress was structured enough that I didn't need them, but I felt deliciously naughty all day knowing my little secret about my lack of undergarments. I completed the look with my 4-inch alligator heels which lengthened my legs and made my ass sway back and forth while i walked. While the dress wasn't overly revealing, it was skin tight and I felt like I was on display all day. As the day wound down, I made plans to meet my coworkers for breakfast the next morning as everyone was tired from the first day and from travel. One of my coworkers from the firm worked in our west coast office. Brian Foster and I had worked a number of deals together and while I wouldn't call us close, we were friendly enough. He was my target. Close enough to be friendly with, but not close enough that I would have to spend any meaningful amount of time with him before I quit my job and got pregnant. He was the perfect target. Tall, handsome, with hazel eyes and I had always suspected that he might have a thing for me. But since I'm so clueless about these things, I was never quite sure. He was 33 years old and in great shape. Worthy prey. As I slid the key-card into my hotel room door, I got a text from Robb which sent another shiver down my spine. *Have you started the script yet? Am so horny* **No, baby. Just got back to room. R U sure U want this? *YES! No second thoughts, no regrets. I stared out the window over the French Quarter and took my time responding. I felt butterflies in my stomach. But I was in heat from all the eye-fucking that I gotten throughout the day. And I knew what my answer was going to be. ** Starting the script now. I LOVE you. Call you with all the juicy details later. As requested by Rob, I put my phone in record mode and put it on the bed-side table. I sat down on the hotel bed to psych myself up for this. I become very aware of how the dress is riding up my legs as I sit and how my ass must be flaring out from the way I'm perched on the end of the bed. I can feel my nipples harden under the stretchy fabric of my dress. I flex my thighs together and take a deep breath. I'm shaking. I stare at my shoes. I stare at the hotel phone. I slowly reach out for it and dial the hotel operator as I begin the script Rob has laid out for me. "Hello, Front Desk speaking, how may I help you?" "I'd like to be connected to Brian Foster's room please". My voice is confident and smooth. I've been practicing this in my head repeatedly for the last two days. "My pleasure to connect you. Please hold." "Hello?" Brian's voice is as sexy as he is. I pause for half a heartbeat, relishing the moment and smile. "Hi Brian. It's Heather. Hey, I just got back in my room and I was wondering whether you could help me out. I seem to be having...um...well...let's just say I need help and you're the only guy here I trust. Do you mind coming to my room? It will only take a second and you'll be my knight in shinning armor." He doesn't even hesitate. "Sure, I haven't even changed yet. I can be there in two minutes. What room are you in?" "Room 1542. I owe you one Brian!" He laughs, "No problem. I can hardly wait to see what you've gotten yourself into." If he only knew. I realize that I'm already very wet. I unlock the door to my room and prop it open and then cross the room to look out at the view again. I'm holding myself as I shake from the anticipation. I become hyper aware of my body again. How the curve of my back must look. How my lipstick feels on my lips. The scent of my perfume in the air, mixed with the scent of my own arousal. How my wedding and engagement rings are the only piece of jewelry on my body. I feel powerful. The seconds drag out in my excited state, but he doesn't take long. Maybe a minute or two and I hear a knock on the door. I don't turn around, but I cock my hips to one side, accentuating the view from the rear. I'm following my husband's script exactly. "Come in!", I shout. I let him take in the view of me for two or three seconds longer than I should before I turn around. I make direct eye contact with Brian and walk slowly and suggestively up to him. He lets the door close and latch behind him. I stop when I'm just inside his personal space as he smiles at me, quite innocently, and asks "What's up?" He's still wearing his tie, but his suit jacket is gone. He's cute. Adorable, even. "Well, this is kind of embarrassing, but I've never worn this dress before. The zipper is stuck and I need a little help. Ordinarily, I would ask my husband. But...as you can see...he's not here." Pause for two seconds to let that sink in. I take one more step into his personal space and face away from him so my back is inches away from him. I can feel his breath on my neck. I reach one hand behind me and point to the zipper. "It's right there. Do you mind giving me a hand?" I take another half-step back. My left leg is just inside his two feet now and I can feel his suit pants brush against my leg. We're that close. I can feel his breath again. "Please?" Cutely, he stammers a little bit before getting out a "Sure, sure of course". I can feel his fingers on my neck as he grasps the zipper. He takes it down a few inches and release the zipper. "All good?" he asks in a hesitant tone of voice. I make a show of trying to reach the zipper behind my back, which I could reach if I really wanted to, but I pretend to be less flexible than I really am. "Actually, Brian, do you mind taking it down a little bit more? I hate to impose but I still can't quite reach it." Another two second pause before I nonchalantly throw out, "Actually just take it all the way down to the bottom if you don't mind. There's no else here to see." This time he doesn't say anything as he grape the zipper. He pulls it all the way down, slowly, as if he's unsure. I can see his reflection in the mirror across the room as my bare back comes into view for him. His eyes widen. They widen even more when I feel the air on the top of my ass and he realizes I'm not wearing anything there either. I wait to see if he will make a move. He doesn't, yet. "Mmmm, thank you Brian. I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here to help a girl out." I step away and pivot on my heels. I make eye contact one more time and peel the dress down my body, very slowly. HIs eyes pop out of his head. My nipples are rock hard. I can feel the wetness on my inner thighs. I am completely naked in a front of a man who is not my husband. And I love it. I smile at him one more time and ask him, sweetly and teasingly, "Can you think of a reward that you might want for helping me get undressed? Perhaps you might need some help too?" He stammers again. So cute. "Heather, I, I, I just, um, are you sure about this?" I kick the dress away and step up to him and kiss him softly on the lips and let my tongue slide into his mouth. My hands go for his cock which I start to massage through his pants. Exactly on script. I drop to my knees and fish his already hard cock out of his pants. It's large. Larger than Rob's. For a few minutes, I lick it up and down and suck him while we both moan. HIs cock pops out of my mouth with a loud pop, and I look up at him and murmur, "I love your beautiful cock. And I want it inside me. Will you please, please, please fuck me?" The Scriptwriter Dramatis Personae: Sunshine: Large breasted woman. Lingerie model. Desmond: Geeky-looking guy. Scriptwriter. Herbert Chin: Overweight, balding, middle-aged man. Porn Movie Producer. Misty: Porn Starlet Tracy: Porn Starlet Buster Beaver: Male porn star. Johnny Rubber: Male porn star Act I Pan across a bedroom in which there is a large double bed and a mirror closet. Focus on the reflection of a naked woman, Sunshine, who is masturbating loudly and enthusiastically with a vibrator. Zoom in on her crotch. Masturbation: 5 minutes. Pan back to the mirror closet. Focus on the reflection of a naked man, Desmond, whose penis is limp. He sits on the bed next to Sunshine. Desmond: It's no fucking use. It's just not happening. Sunshine: Are you sure it's nothing to do with me? Desmond: Nothing at all. It's all me and nobody else. It's because nothing's happening with my writing that nothing's happening downstairs. Sunshine: Let's put on a porno. That usually does the trick... Desmond picks up a remote control and points it at a flat 56 inch TV screen. He scrolls down a selection of porn films. His face expresses acute dissatisfaction. He selects a film almost randomly and the screen displays a scene with a famous female porn star such as Jesse Jane or Kayden Kross being fucked by an equally famous male porn star such as Tom Gunn or James Deen. Desmond strokes his long penis desultorily, but it doesn't stir. Desmond: It's not doing a fucking thing for me. It's my film scripts. Nobody's buying them. None of the agents. None of the studios. I write them. I proof them. I send them out. And it's nothing but one rejection after another. Sunshine: What kind of scripts are they? Desmond: Everything you can think of! Scripts for sitcoms. Scripts for television dramas. Scripts for blockbusters. Scripts for Rom Coms. Scripts for thrillers. Scripts for TV, cinema and the internet. I throw out the bait and no one's biting. Desmond and Sunshine sit together on the bed silently. In the background can be heard the gasps, shrieks and screams of the female porn star (such as Stoya or Riley Steele) and more measured grunts from the male porn star. Sunshine grips Desmond's cock and strokes it while they stare at the television. Sunshine: I think the solution's right in front of us... Desmond: What do you mean? Sunshine: Just look at the screen. Desmond: You mean Bobby's Big Bazookas or whatever it's called. Sunshine: I bet the film's not called anything like that. The ones here have names like Fashionista, Friends and Family and Roommates. If you didn't know they were porn you'd never guess from the titles. A lot of porn films these days have proper stories with characters and acting and stuff. Doesn't that suggest an opportunity? Desmond: Even though the production standards are low, the acting skills even lower and the dialogue as wooden as the actors' pricks, I bet it's not an easy industry to get into... Sunshine: Unless you've got a contact from inside the industry... Desmond: Do you know anyone? Sunshine: Not everyone like me who works in the fashion industry can make ends meet unless they do other stuff. One of the girls I worked with on the M & S shoot also works for an international porn studio. I think it's called Heavenly Wind Studios, so it doesn't even sound like it makes porn, Desmond: Is your friend a porn star? Does she get fucked by men and women in front of the camera? Sunshine: I don't think Tammy's got the looks for that sort of thing, unless she side-lines as a fluffer. She's not a model like me. She works in make-up. And she does make-up for Heavenly Wind Studios too. Desmond: What does she do? Touch up nipples and shave crotches? Sunshine: I haven't asked. And I don't think Tammy likes to talk about it much. She might lose her job at the advertising agency if they knew she also worked in porn. I only found out because she'd mentioned a girl whose name I remembered from one of the online porn movies we watch together. Something like Alicia Rhodes, I think. She confessed it all to me, but she made me swear not to tell anyone. Desmond: And you think she could introduce me to someone from Heavenly Wind Studios who could get me a job writing film scripts for porn movies? Sunshine: It's worth a try, isn't it? I'll tell her my boyfriend writes top quality scripts and could write something for Heavenly Wind Studios. I'll tell her about the episodes you wrote for Hollyoaks and Emmerdale... Desmond: Don't forget Holby City and Waterloo Road... Sunshine: ...and with luck they'll jump at the chance to take on the services of a proper scriptwriter. Desmond: And you'd do that for me? Sunshine: If it gets your prick as stiff as it's got with me just talking about it, then it'll be worth it! Sunshine and Desmond have sex together. Sunshine sucks Desmond's cock for about five minutes. Desmond fucks Sunshine in the following positions: doggie, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl and anal. Finish with facial. Total Sex Scene: 15 minutes. Act II Focus on a door whose name plaque reads: Herbert Chin - Producer. The door opens to reveal the Producer sitting at a desk on which there is a computer screen and keyboard. He is looking at the screen while jerking energetically at the cock which protrudes through his suit trousers. The camera scans towards Desmond who is standing nervously by the door and doesn't appear sure of what to say. Herbert notices Desmond and stands up to greet him. He unhurriedly tucks his penis into his trousers and pulls up his flies. He extends to Desmond the hand he's just been using to stroke his penis. Herbert: You must be Des Thompson. Pleased to meet you. Desmond (reluctantly shaking Herbert's hand): Likewise. Desmond discreetly brushes his hand on the back of his trousers while Herbert paces about the office in a proprietorial manner. Herbert: So you wanna try your hand at writing porn then, Des. Desmond: It's what I've always wanted to do. Herbert: Don't shit me, Des. No one's always wanted to write porn: at least not for pornos. You scriptwriter guys want to write like fucking David Hare, Joe Orton or even Ben Elton. None of you ever got into this game 'cause you wanted to write the bit of dialogue between sex scenes that keeps a porno together. Desmond: You've got me there... Herbert: But I see you've written stuff for Holby City and some kids' TV. Was it for CBBC or Nickelodeon? Desmond: CBBC. Herbert: In my experience the best porn scriptwriters are those who're also good at writing for kids' TV. I guess it's much the same in many ways: just that pornos are a lot more juvenile. So, Des, there's a few things you need to know about pornos. I take it you've seen a few, ain'tcha? Desmond: A few. Herbert: The dialogue ain't sexy. It ain't dramatic. And it most definitely ain't Shakespeare. All pornos these days are about two and half to three hours. That's one DVD's worth. There are five scenes and at least one of them has to be girl-girl. More than two scenes and the costs go up appreciably. There are usually five or six chicks in a film and two or three guys and often extras for group sex or threesomes. The chicks earn more than the guys but it's the guys who have the hardest job: and that's to provide wood, even when they've long tired from fucking a bitch who doesn't give a shit about him. But you don't script the sex stuff. That's sort of worked out on the day after the script's been delivered. You understand, Des? Desmond: Yes. Of course. Herbert: The five scenes in a porno aren't the same as the three acts of a mainstream movie. It's not really about a beginning, a middle and an end. It's about five minutes or so of scene-setting and up to half-an-hour of fucking. Repeated five times over. Got it, Des? Desmond: Yes. Absolutely. Herbert: The first scene provides the excuse for the rest of the movie. This isn't usually the girl-girl scene. The second scene pushes the story forward and it's the first of three scenes which might be girl-girl, though usually we wait till scenes three or four. The third scene has some kind of bad thing happening. The girl loses her job. The guy gets beaten up. The pizza company folds. One of the couple who got together in the first scene discovers that his or her partner is cheating on her. You get the idea, Des? Desmond: Yes. Clear as day, Herbert: The fourth scene continues from the third but might hint at some kind of a resolution or just shows things getting worse. And the final scene is where you might get the orgy, group-sex scene or whatever. And this has to sorta bring the whole porno to a satisfying conclusion. The boy gets the girl. The massage parlour is a huge success. Multiple partner sex is exactly what our hero or heroine was looking for all along. Desmond: And that's it. Herbert: That's it, Des. Desmond: Is there anything after the final sex scene? Herbert: A wink from the leading lady. A screen-load of Credits. A joke whose sell-by date was fifty years ago. Nothing to tax the average punter. We want him (and it's usually a guy) to throw away his Kleenex and order the next DVD in the catalogue. We don't want some kind of dramatic flourish or denouement. Does it sound like your kind of thing? Desmond: I'm sure I'll be able to give you exactly the kind of script your movies need, Mr Chin. Herbert: I'm sure you will. I'll just call in Misty and Tracy. They're auditioning for me today and I wanted to give you the opportunity to see some top totty lezzing it up. You game, Des? Misty and Tracy totter into the office on their unfeasibly high heels. They are both wearing skimpy lingerie and stockings. While Desmond and Herbert sit on two comfortable armchairs, the two girls prostrate themselves on a thick rug and proceed to strip each other. Misty and Tracy have sex together including: cunnilingus, fisting and two-headed dildo fucking. Finish with mutual orgasm. Total Sex Scene: 25 minutes. Act III Misty and Buster Beaver are both naked and fucking together on a large bed while surrounded by a film crew including Desmond. The sex includes the following: anal, reverse cowgirl, creampie and facial ejaculation. Total Sex Scene: 10 minutes. Misty picks herself up with semen still pasted over her face and hair and dripping onto her bosom. She is congratulated by the film crew and Buster Beaver who gives her a shy kiss on her forehead which act of sensitivity contrasts with the brutality of his earlier fucking. Misty walks over to Desmond. Misty: I hope I didn't fuck up your script too much, Des. Desmond (diplomatically): Not at all. You did an excellent job. Misty: Yeah. For a moron, that is. I don't think I got one sentence out of my mouth the way it was written. Desmond: Well, I've never heard anyone pronounce 'indubitably' like that before. Misty (laughing): You mean 'indubibubbly'. And I fucked it up when I told Buster he had a good head for figures. Desmond: I'm not sure anyone expected you to tell him he gave good head with his fingers. But it's an easy mistake to make. Misty (laughing): Like when he stuck his prick up my arse and I didn't know and nearly fell over. Or when his dick slid out of my mouth and slapped me in the eye. Desmond: Well, none of that was scripted. (He notices someone wave at him) Oh, goodbye Brenda. Brenda: See you Des. You'll get the re-write for Scene Four written by tomorrow won't you? Desmond: Of course. Boy-girl-girl not boy-boy-girl. And in a launderette not a courthouse. Brenda: You got it, Des. Seeya! Brenda and the rest of the film crew depart, leaving just Misty and Desmond alone on the empty film set. Misty: How're you liking porn then, Des? Desmond: I'm enjoying it well enough. Misty: I remember when we first met, you know. Desmond: You do? Misty: On Herbie's casting lounge. When I had to do my stuff with Trace. You were a real gent. Desmond: I was? Misty: Well you didn't join in or nothing like some guys. And you didn't come back to see me and Trace afterwards like Herbie did and demand a double blowjob from us. Desmond: No I didn't. Is that what Mr Chin did? Misty: Some guys ask for a lot more than a blowjob. You gotta make sure you've wiped your bum before an audition these days. Shit stains on a dick don't do a girl any favours when they wanna job. But you're a proper gent... Desmond: I'm not sure about that... Hey! What's up? Misty presses her naked body against Desmond and sticks her tongue into his mouth. They topple over onto the bed and Misty tears off Desmond's clothes. The couple have sex together: initially with a show of reluctance on Desmond's part, but not for long. The sex includes: anal, blow job and arse-to-mouth. Finish with facial. Total Sex Scene: 20 minutes. Sunshine unexpectedly enters the studio. She is carrying shopping bags emblazoned with the names of expensive couturiers. Sunshine Hi there, dear! I hope you haven't been waiting long! (She sees Desmond ejaculate onto Misty's face) Fucking Hell! You bastard! I hate you! Sunshine exits abruptly and sobs as she goes. She continues to yell obscenities at Desmond. He runs after her, while also struggling to get back into his clothes Desmond: Sunshine! Wait! I can explain. It's not how it seems at all! Act IV Sunshine and Buster Beaver are sitting together on a settee in what was once the home shared by Sunshine and Desmond. There is no evidence of Desmond living there anymore. Sunshine is sobbing while Buster is consoling her with an arm around her shoulder. They are both fully clothed. Sunshine: It's all my fault. I should never have suggested a career in porn to Desmond. And now he's moved out and living with that slut Misty. Buster: I've spoken to Des. He really wants to get back with you. He didn't want it to happen the way it did. Sunshine: Well, it has. He's a cunt. First chance he gets and he runs off with a fucking slag. Buster: It's not like that, Sunshine. It's just the way it is in the porn industry. Sunshine: But you're not like that Buster, are you? You make a living in porn, but you never cheat on anyone except when you're on camera. Buster: It's not that easy to separate on-screen sex from private sex, Sunshine. Sometimes emotions get in the way, and what's supposed to be a professional fuck becomes one where you really care about the girl you're fucking... Sunshine: Does it? Buster: And then there are those girls you don't fuck but you feel something for, but it seems weird that you don't get to fuck them. Sunshine: Like who then, Buster? Buster: Like you, Sunshine. We're friends because we're also both friends of Tammy, but it's weird that I fuck other girls but I've never fucked you. Sunshine: Does it? Buster: Yeah Sunshine: And have you ever fucked Tammy? Buster: Yeah, of course. But as friends. Not lovers. Sunshine: So you can fuck Tammy and stay friends. Buster: Yeah. No problem. She's still with Larry and I'm still with Sarah. Sunshine: So it's like just fucking with friends rather than with lovers? Buster: When you work in porn, it's no big deal. Sunshine: And if you and me fucked: that wouldn't be such a big deal? Buster: Well, I wouldn't feel so weird about being with you as a friend if I'd had sex with you. It'd be just natural, you know? Sunshine (leaning forward): Shall we put it to the test? Buster: Yeah. Why not? Buster and Sunshine pull one another's body together. They fall onto the sofa and progress from frantic kissing to full sex. Sunshine is clearly desperate for sex and surprises Buster by how much. The sex includes: blow job, anal, reverse cow-girl and arse-to-mouth. Finish with facial. Total Sex Scene: 25 minutes. Act V Desmond and Misty are in bed together naked. Misty is giving Desmond a long slow blow-job and he is responding enthusiastically. There is a lot of saliva dripping off Desmond's prick. Suddenly the doorbell rings. Desmond: Shit! Have our guests arrived already? Misty: You stay there, Des. I'll see who it is. Misty stands up and leaves Desmond in the bedroom and we hear the sound of her running downstairs. Desmond lazily strokes his erect penis while we hear Misty talking excitedly with some guests. Misty returns with Tracy and a man, Johnny Rubber: another porn star. She's still naked, but the guests are fully clothed. Misty: Tracy and Johnny just wanted to get stuck straight in. Shall I get you guys something to drink? Tracy: Yeah. Whatever's going... And not just drink, if you know what I mean. (She starts taking off her clothes) Hey, Des. I see that Misty's been getting you ready for the party. (She takes his erect penis in her hand) It'd be a shame to waste all that hard work. (She begins fellating Desmond who is clearly enjoying it) Johnny: Hey guys. Wait up! Johnny takes his clothes off and joins Tracy and Desmond together. There is a threesome which quickly develops from oral sex to vaginal and anal sex. And then graduates to DP where Johnny and Desmond take turns with Tracy's anus and vagina. Threesome Sex Scene: 10 minutes. Misty returns with a tray of drinks and some unidentified powders and pills. She is still naked. She giggles and without a word places the tray on the table and joins Johnny, Tracy and Desmond. There is a brief session of DP with Johnny, Desmond and Misty, while Tracy kisses Misty. The Scriptwriter Foursome Sex Scene: 10 minutes. The doorbell rings again. Desmond: More guests! Who could it be this time? Misty: It might be Angel and Angelina. Or it might be Bully Balls or Dexter. Desmond: I'll do the honours this time, Misty love. You stay here. I'm sure Johnny wants a bit more of your sweet arse. Johnny: You betcha! Desmond gets up off the bed and we follow him as he walks to the front door still naked with his penis semi-erect and dripping saliva and semen. He opens the door with an anticipatory smile which evaporates when he realises that the new guests are Sunshine and Buster. Desmond: Sunshine! Sunshine: Yes, Desmond. It's me. Desmond: What are you doing here? Sunshine: Buster and I are here for the party that you and Misty are putting on. Are you going to let us in, Desmond? Desmond: Well, of course. But I didn't think I'd ever see you again after... Sunshine: After I caught you and Misty fucking together you mean, Desmond. Is that it? Desmond: Well, yes. I didn't think you'd ever forgive me. Sunshine: You're not the only one who can fuck a professional porn star... I guess I've just re-evaluated my position. Desmond: Does that mean we can get together again? Sunshine: Well that depends, doesn't it, Desmond? Desmond: Depends on what? Sunshine: On how good your party is and how good a fuck you are, Desmond. Desmond: Oh. Desmond, Sunshine and Buster go upstairs to the bedroom where there is a lively threesome. Sunshine and Buster quickly remove their clothes and there is now a full-fledged orgy. In the process there is every conceivable sex act between all the partners and several others (all women) who appear unannounced. The sex acts include DP, anal, Triple Anal, Double Vag and culminate in facials on all the females (including Sunshine) who are all very appreciative. Orgy Sex Scene: 30 minutes. Desmond and Sunshine are cuddling together and give each other an affectionate kiss. Desmond: Does this mean we're together as an item again. Sunshine: Of course, Desmond. We were made for each other. (She kisses Desmond on his limp penis and gently squeezes his testicles) After all, this was how it was always destined to end. Desmond: Was there ever any doubt about it?