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Viviane 01

By: Tiresias07



01: Casting

The last girl looked rather like a puppy: a sad little face, an attitude that said: do what you want to me.

"Would you be willing to take part in a film like the one we propose?"

She sighed. She had been sighing a lot. "I suppose so. I have nothing else to do over the summer. I suppose you would want to fuck me?"

I shook my head. "I do not think that would be necessary. Thank you for your time."

The agent looked round to me. "You would not want to see her body?"

I shook my head. I could see that she was young, not too skinny, and might have been a good model, but with that attitude she would just not be right for the film. 

"I do not think so. That was the last one?"

She nodded. "None that you would want to call back?"

I shook my head. "No, I am afraid. I will have to keep looking, and time is running out."

Puppyface said: "If you want someone who likes sex you should ask Viviane. She is pretty and she just loves it!"

This sort of endorsement is usually not worth much, but the summer was upon us, and I would have to take a decision soon. "Can you call her?"

Half an hour later Viviane blew into the hotel suite. 

"Hi, Leah said I should come speak to you about a fun project for the summer?"

She was a fit, lean blonde, bouncing with energy, a pert face with a cute button nose. 

"Yes, I am looking to make a sex movie about a girl's summer adventures. Are you old enough? Would you be interested?" Shocking them is a good way to shake out the nonstarters. 

"A sex movie? No, I am afraid I do not do that." She sat primly on the couch, her knees together.

"You do not do sex? I am surprised, and Leah did say ..."

"Well, she was wrong. I love making love, but not just having sex. That is so sad, don't you think?"

"I see what you mean, but how do you see the difference?"

"Well, making love is if you like someone, and they like you, and you have fun and make the other have fun too! But some people have sex just for fucking, and that is sad. I don't do that."

I could see I was going to like her. 

"Do you have a lot of .. I mean, do you make love often?"

She gushed. "I do, at least I did, but the guy ... Well, he left, and the other guys are not fun. I did have three of them one night, that was fun! Oh, then they talked all over campus, and that was a little mean."

"How would you like it if we make a movie of you going on holiday, meeting guys, making love to them, and in general of you having fun?"

She giggled. "As long as these are cool guys, that would be cool! And would I get to choose?"

I nodded. "I think that would work out, it is supposed to be a spontaneous thing. We are going to shoot on the beach, I just need to confirm the bookings. How old are you?" 

"Nineteen, last week." She squealed at the name of the resort town, and at the budget for travelling and when I mentioned what her payment would be she jumped up and kissed me. 

"Oh, that would be wonderful! I would love that! What do I have to do to get the job?"

"Well, I would have to see your body, and see if you can act, and ...."

"See my body? You mean get out of my clothes? Of course, why did you not say so?"

And with a few quick movements she stripped off the light summer dress, and the pale panties, to make a little dance before me. 

"See? Do you like me? I think my titties are a little small, but I like them anyway." She cupped the firm round breasts, pinching the pale pink nipples, and stuck her tongue out at me. 

"And do you like my little pussy? Guys love her! See, she is smiling at you!"

She stood in front of me, one leg bent. Smiling at me she spread her lips with a hand, showing off her smooth little vulva, the clitoris coyly peeking out. 

"Very nice, I can see why guys like her. Have you ever done girls?"

She gave a little pout, while stroking her clitoris. "Not really, some girls did try to talk me into it, but they were not nice. I would if I like her, though, I think that would be a little kinky!"

"Turn around for me please, and bend over."

She did so, presenting a firm young backside that would start a riot in most disco's. I touched a firm cheek, then trailed a finger down her buttocks. 

"Ever had it in there?" I touched her tightly puckered anus, and she looked round at me in surprise. 

"In my poo hole? Heavens, no! Do people do that?"

"People do! I have been told it is quite pleasant, once you get used to."

She wiggled her bottom against my finger, sinking it into her now dripping pussy. 

"I don't know, maybe I will try with someone who would like to. Ohh, that is nice, go on like that!"

I rubbed her clitoris from behind, and she started breathing deeply. 

"Now I am going to ask you to sit there, and play with yourself. I would like a real orgasm if you can, but wait while I set up the cameras. You don't mind, do you?"

She pouted. "You got me all horny, I was hoping you would do me. But Ok, I like making guys want me, and I can see you do! Look at your pants!"

Her hand tweaked my erection, and she giggled. 

"He really likes me! Can I see him?"

"Later, now I must get the light reading, here, and here. Ok, you can begin."

She giggled. "This feels naughty! Ahh, but it feels good too!"

She had one foot on the couch, and her hand trained into her crotch, lightly caressing her vulva, the other hand rubbing an erect nipple up and down. 

She was staring at me, but soon her eyes lost focus as she quickened her rubbing, going a little deeper and deeper into her vagina. 

I could see her stomach muscles contracting, and her mouth opening as the tell-tale flush started up her pale skin. 

She has forgotten all about me, her fingers now rapidly stroking the clitoris, the inner lips turning a deep vermillion as she lifted her pelvis, her eyes half closed. 

"Oh, there it comes now, oh, oh yes! Ahh, ahh, oh yesssss."

Her pelvis lifted rhythmically, thrusting against her finger, while her left hand squeezed her breast, the nipple bright red. 

With a sigh she sank back into the couch, and after a few deep breaths she opened her eyes, seeking around, then focusing on me. 

"Oh, that was good! Did you like it?"

I nodded. "That was good, and I got some good footage. Your body and the couch contrasts just enough, and the light was good. Did you like doing it for the camera?"

She nodded, and giggled a little. "It was a bit funny, thinking of the people who would watch it! I liked it, and I am going to like doing the movie! But I need a little more just now! Seeing you with that in your pants make me horny all over!"

She had my trousers down in a jiffy, and after a few hasty slurps she pulled my penis down to her breasts, rubbing it against her nipples. Then she lay back and lifted her legs, opening her vagina to me. 

"Come now, please! I really want you!"

I felt her warm, tight channel open to my fingers, then I thrust into her, and her eyes opened wide.

"Oh, you are hard! You do like me, don't you? I love him. Come, do not tease me, I want to come now!"

And the next moment she came, squealing, and pulsing against me, pulling me into an explosive ejaculation.

Viviane 02



02: Leaving on a jet plane

"Wake up, sleepy head! Come on, we have to pack! Come on!"

A naked blond nymph was dancing on my bed, having opened the curtains. 

Viviane looked like a sprite, her tousled blond hair making a frame for her pert face, her hard little 19 year old breasts bobbing as she danced around. 

We were about to leave on a filming assignment during her university summer vacation, and she was full of energy. 

I reached for the camera, focusing on her as she pranced around, calling: 

"Get up, you lazybones! Today is the day! We are going to the beach! Oh, come along!"

I struggled to keep her in the frame, and leaned over to the side of the bed to switch on the camera on the tripod, but just as I had her framed she pounced. 

"I know how to wake you up! Come here, little one! I know what you like!"

She had spied my droopy penis under the sheets, and she jumped on the bed next to me, eyes big and round, her hand capturing the flaccid member, her other thrusting me back against the cushions. 

"Look at the little guy! He looks so sad! Come, perk up! We are going to the beach, and we are going to have fun!"

She was rubbing him up and down, her warm hand cradling him, her tight breasts moving as she crouched next to me. 

I could see that she was nicely framed in the viewfinder, and I leant back, one hand going to her breast and the other to the tight backside next to me. 

She crouched down. "I can see he is waking up! Oh, good, he is coming alive! Would he like a little good morning kiss?"

She took the head into her mouth, now concentrating on sucking him into her throat. My right hand fondled the roundness of her backside, feeling the softness and elasticity of her skin, the slight roughness and softness of her vulva, and then the slick wetness between her lips. 

Viviane managed a few squeals of surprise around my penis, but she kept sucking the hardening penis, switching her tongue over the head, while her hands massaged the shaft and caressed my scrotum. 

I worked my hand up and down between her lips, flicking the clitoris so that she jumped, and whispered to her:

"It is very nice like that. Now caress just a little further down, like that, there behind the pubic bone is the old prostate. I will teach you how to please it, but for now just rub up and down there."

She was coaxing me to a hardness that I had seldom achieved, and she whispered endearments as she took a breathing space: "There now, is that not a nice way to wake up? There is a good boy, so hard! I love the taste, and he is getting really big!"

She licked the head like an ice cream cone, but at the back she was bucking against my hand, driving my middle finger into her pussy. My ring finger was strumming her clitoris like it was a guitar string, and I probed her vagina, feeling its tightness. She squealed as I circled my finger around her cervix, and then hummed with pleasure as I found her g-spot, caressing and stimulating it. 

She looked round, her face full of concern. 

"Peter, are you going to come for me? Am I doing it right? Ah, that is so nice! Come in my mouth!"

Her head bobbed down again, and then I felt the climax building, from far down, to where her fingers teased it out, held it back, then she scratched my scrotum, sending me over the top, coming in her sucking mouth, again and again.

As I came back to awareness of my surroundings, she was squatting against my hand, my finger still embedded in her vagina. She was softly humming to herself from pure enjoyment. 

My mobile camera nicely framed her backside, and the tripod-mounted one would capture her sprawled over me, licking my rapidly deflating penis. 

I traced the line between her cheeks again, and then inserted my forefinger into her, the middle finger now flicking her clitoris. 

"Oh, that is good, but I am not sure ... I have not been to the toilet yet, Peter. Maybe I should go and pee first!'

I had felt the pressure from her bladder, but I kept up the stimulation, and she began to gasp. 

"Ah, yes, that is so good, but I need ... oh, Peter, it is ... yes, there, like that!"

I saw her stomach muscles begin to clench, and I slowed down a little. I did not want her to come yet. Her gasps had become a keening sound as she hovered between trying to control her sphincter and wanting to come. 

I felt the fluttering muscles in her vagina signal the beginning of her climax, and then I rubbed my thumb over her anus, now slick with the juices from her pussy. 

"Aiee, Peter! Don't... I cannot, oh Peter! I am going to come!! Oh, I cannot ..."

The climax came like a flood, and at the same time she lost control, the pee shooting from her in spurts. 

Her body bucked up and down against my fingers, my forefinger milking her g-spot, my thumb stretching the spasming sphincter of her anus. Her clitoris was firmly wedged against my middle finger, and she was in some unreachable heaven for long moments. 

Finally she collapsed, laughing. 

"Peter, you naughty man! You should not have made me do it! Now we will have to change the sheets and everything! Oh, that was great! I have never felt that before!"



Viviane 03



03 - Tommy comes, and comes



The light was perfect for a wide-angle shot of the restaurant balcony, and the new zoom lens enabled me to include the background of beach and sea to frame the holiday crows having lunch. 

The lawyers would have to work out the lack of model releases by the lunch crowd, but I tried to avoid detailed images of them as I zoomed in to the almost silhouetted figure of the young blonde, leaning with her elbows on the railing, staring out to sea. 

My lens framed her, showing the long legs from the sandals to the tight white shorts, the perfect peach of her backside, the wind rippling the filmy material of her top. I zomned in further and was rewarded with a shot of the side of her top blowing open, showing the delicate curve of her breast, down to the pink bud of her nipple. The shot was perfect!

She was so innocent, standing there dreaming, while every man in the restaurant had a hard-on, and every wife was furious. Then a young boy stood up and approached her, diffidently, carefully. 

Viviane turned to him with a brilliant smile, and for a few moments she chatted with him, then came over to our table. 

"Peter, we are going to walk on the beach! It is so nice and the weather is perfect!"

She leant closer and whispered: "His name is Timmy, and I think he likes me!"

"Enjoy, and remember I will be filming. Why not walk over to the rocks over there, and I will follow. You like him, don't you?"

She nodded, gave a gleaming smile, and was off. 

I followed them and got some beautiful shoots of the walking along in earnest conversation, then teasing, and eventually a brilliant shot of her teasing the boy, then running back towards me, the sun on her laughing face, and on her bouncing young breasts, the spray making diamonds as they ran through the surf.

He caught up with her, and for a moment they hugged, then he drew her closer, kissing deeply, an she melted into his arms as his hand went to her backside, and her left hand to the back of his head. As if we had rehearsed it, her right hand moved down into his shorts, and then she sprang back, a surprised laugh on her face. 

Still holding on to him, she called! Peter! See, he has something for me! He likes me!"

Confused, Tommy tried to cover up. He had been so engrossed in the vision of delight that he had been completely unawares of me filming all this time. 

I planted the camera on the tripod and motioned him closer. 

"Don't be embarrassed! She is lovely, isn't she? We are making a movie about her holiday, and about the boys she will meet. Do you want to be in it? You can, and you can make love to her too, all on camera. Would you like that?

The camera caught his blush, and her hand caressing the evidence of his desire. 

"Umm, yes, that is, ah, of course ..."

"Good! Then you have to sign here, and we are all covered. It is a little exposed here, though, Viviane, don't you think it would be more comfortable behind the rocks there?"

I had seen the hollow that morning, and had removed used condoms and other evidence of passion. Now we spread a few towels from my backpack, and then I stood back and let youthful hormones take over. 

Tommy had lost a bit of his ardour during the interim, but now he allowed her to crawl over him, a firm hand pressing him back against the sand. 

"Down, boy! I want to taste you again! He is a great kisser, Peter!" And she clamped on to him, kissing him with her eyes closed, giving it her all. 

Tommy gave in to the instructions, and his breathing came faster. His shorts proved that she was making progress, and soon he was grinding his erection against her thigh, and her hand drifted downwards. 

As she took hold of his shaft his hand came up to her breast, and he rolled her over, now panting, and brushed her top out of the way. His mouth latched on to the nipple, now hard with excitement, and I got a good shot of him sucking it into his mouth, then delicately chewing on the nipple as she gasped, lay back and let him take charge. 

His backside was moving rhythmically now, rubbing his erection against her, thrusting his thigh against her vulva, and I could see the flush of enjoyment rising in her neck. 

Viviane spread her legs to give him space, and responded by thrusting up against him. Her hand slid into his shirts, and he gasped with enjoyment. 

Without a word she pushed him off, and in a quick movement she unzipped her shorts and slid them down, then grabbed the waistband of his shorts and pushed that down too. His erection caught in the waistband, and he winched, then gasped again as she took his scrotum in her hand, and whispered: "Oh, how nice!"

Her kips puckered in a kiss on the purple head of his penis, then opened to his thrusting and engulfed him, her tongue escaping underneath to lick the frenulum. 

Tommy was panting now, close to coming, and she teased him for a few seconds, then lay back. 

"Come, put him in there, now!"

Tommy complied, and with a vigorous thrust went all the way into her tight vagina, sending her into a hissing sigh of pleasure. 

The teasing had been too much for him, and he went into a spasm of desire before exploding in ejaculation. 

A few moments later he collapsed half on her, completely spent. She looked at him with a smile, cradling his face for a kiss, then rolled out from under him. 

"That was nice, but I did not get to come! Did you like that, Peter?"

I kept filming. "It was great, honey. Don't worry, he will come around, and I am sure he will make up for it!"

I was able to compose the shot exactly as I wanted: a slow pan from the breaking waves to the peaceful face of the sleeping boy, the wind ruffling his hair. Then the pink of her nipple brushed against his lips, and again, until he woke up, an ancient reflex prompting him to open his lips and take it into his mouth before he opened his eyes. 

She crooned at him: "There you go, sleepy head! Now it is my turn! Lick it, softly, and make it nice for me! That's good, suck it a little more!"

The boy did not need much prompting, and he soon had a hand under her, fondling the slickness of her pussy. Soon she was groaning with pleasure. She rolled on top of him, discovering with delight that his penis was rapidly recovering from its hard work, and she pumped it slowly. 

Now she turned around, and told him sternly: "You did not make me come, you naughty boy! She needs some love too!"

He looked up into her neat little pussy, wiped the come off with the corner of a towel, and kissed it as she sank onto his face. 

It was awkward getting a close-up, so I concentrated on her face as he transported her towards a climax, her hand still jerking at him without her being aware of it. 

I could see the orgasm rising in her belly as the muscles tightened and contracted, and for a moment I was tempted to let her come, but that would not have made a good shot. So I whispered: "Tommy, roll her over and take her again!"

They complied, both now intent only on reaching their nirvana, and the next moment he was pumping into her orgasmic vagina, both of the grunting and gasping.

Then they collapsed, breathing heavily, covered in sweat, and it was a minute before either of them could move. 

She broke the silence, leaning over and kissing Tommy. "You are such a nice boy, Tommy! Will you do that again for me? It was such fun! Can I have him again, Peter?"