16 comments/ 115636 views/ 14 favorites Director's Cut By: Ex Princess Thanks for your comments and support! Part 2 will be coming by May 2005 ... Ryan was always a great brother to me. I couldn't ask for more. Sure, we had trouble getting along while we were kids but who didn't? He always had my back though. If I needed anything, I knew I could count on him. Last year was a tough year for me. I was really strapped for cash and had worked my way into some major credit card debt. I knew it was time to go home. I had only been away at college for one year and realized that I have a lot of growing up to do still. I desperately need my big brother to help me out of this hole I dug myself. As I drove myself home that hot summer day, I thought of Ryan. He was always the athletic type, played football for about ten years now since he just turned 22. We both have the same dark hair and muscular build. People can definitely tell we are related! I was so excited to see him again. When I pulled up to our house, I spotted him outside washing his car. I jumped out of my seat and ran up to him, punching him in the arm before giving him a huge hug. "What's up, punk?" I greeted him. "Hey, Lisa! Long time no see. I actually was starting to miss you until I remembered all of your abuse," he joked. "Mom is finishing up dinner right now. By the time you unload all of your crap it should be ready." I shot him a dirty look, and walked back to my car and opened the trunk. I pulled out my suitcase and my book bag and trudged back to my house. I felt so good to be back home. Dinner was great. It was so nice to see my mom and dad around again. I had missed them so much. After dinner, Ryan and I sat on the bench in our backyard together. "So, what the hell have you been up to?" Ryan asked as he stared up at the sky. "Seriously, I have just been trying to stay afloat. I have been having so many problems with my bills lately I was more than ready to throw in the towel. I mean, I had no idea that rent, groceries and school supplies would cost so much. I guess I really took Mom and Dad for granted all of these years. I was about to give up and become a stripper or something just to make ends meet," I teased. Ryan kind of chuckled, "Well, if you did that you would have no problems with money. You are a fucking knockout now." I blushed a little. I never had anyone give me that kind of a compliment before. I guess I have filled out since he last saw me. I used to be 'little Lisa' with tiny tits and no ass. In the past year I have filled out quite a bit. I always caught boys in class staring at my round ass and I would purposely wear tight little tops to show off how nice and firm my cute little tits are. "In fact," Ryan added, "even I would pay to watch you take off your clothes. Lots of guys would. I just got a great idea! Wait here ..." I sat dumbfounded as Ryan disappeared into the house. He returned a few minutes later holding a camcorder. "Do you have an open mind right now?" He asked. "Um, what do you mean?" "Lisa, I am willing to bet that if we made a video of you taking off your clothes and sold it to my friends you would have plenty of cash to pay off some of your debts." I stared blankly for a moment, slightly embarrassed and a little nervous. It sounded like a good plan. I mean, I won't have to be so dependent on my parents and maybe it will help me get ahead a little bit. "Okay, I'll do it." We both walked back to the house in silence and headed up to Ryan's room. "First things first," he said, taking charge. "You need to look the part of a sexy stripper. Go pick out a kinky little outfit and put on the sexiest underwear you own. I am going to get some music going and set the atmosphere." I went down the hall to my bedroom. I had a good idea of what I should wear. I had a short, plaid school girl skirt, a white button up shirt and knee high white stockings and mary-jane shoes I could wear. That was probably the sluttiest little outfit I owned. Now what about my underwear? I pulled about my drawer and found something perfect! I put on a sexy, sheer red bra and matching thong that would definitely show though my shirt just a bit. I buttoned a few of the center buttons so some of my cleavage would show and then I tied the bottom of my shirt to give a nice view of my tight tummy. I glanced at myself in the mirror. I looked like such a slut. It sort of turned me on a little, scoping out my new look. I pulled my hair back into slightly messy pigtails and sort of skipped back to Ryan's room. "Hey, bro ... check me out," I twirled around just enough to make my skirt flair out a little revealing my shapely ass and my red undies. "Wow. Aren't I just good enough to eat?" I smiled as I noticed a slight bulge in his pants. "Definitely looks like you are ..." I whispered under my breath. "Let's get started." Ryan motioned for me to go over to his desk. He adjusted the camera to focus on me and he walked over to his stereo. "Just do whatever comes natural to you. I am going to start the music and you can start dancing. Take off all of your clothes gently, and just piece by piece. No rushing is necessary." I nodded my head and he pushed play. A gentle beat started blaring out of the stereo. I sort of swayed a little to the music and ran my hands over my body, pausing to cup and squeeze my breasts a little. My hands worked down to my stomach as I gyrated my hips just a bit. I took a deep breath and turned a bit and dived down, running my hands down my right thigh, all the way to my toe, flashing my red undies and my ass to the camera. I pulled back up and turned around, continuing my swaying and slightly thrusting my hips to the rhythm of the song. I started unbuttoning my shirt. I pulled it open before I got to the tie to reveal my bra. My hard nipples punished the sheer material. Slowly I untied my shirt and dropped it down to the floor. Ryan smiled gently at me. I noticed he moved away from his position behind the camera and had sat on his bed. His hand slipped down to his groin. My dance was fluid and I became bolder. I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the floor. My tan legs flexed as I gently kicked it to the side. I licked my lips and slipped a finger into my mouth, seductively sucking it for the camera. I pulled my finger out slowly and let it travel down my body, leaving a trail of saliva down my chest. I let it linger around my left nipple, teasing it mercilessly. I pushed my chest out as I reached around my back to undo my bra. My tight, little tits swung free, revealing my large, rock-hard nipples. "Mmm," Ryan moaned and I noticed him unbuttoning his pants and placing his hand inside his boxers. I watching in awe as his started squeezing his dick firmly in his hand. I remembered what I had to do, and knew I had to keep my focus. I let my hips thrust the air a little bit and then slid my hands back down to my panties. Using my thumbs for hooks I pulled down my thong and daintily stepped out of it. I turned around slowly showing off my tight little body and bending to accentuate my firm ass. Ryan had pulled his cock out of his pants and was freely stroking it for me. I was completely digging all of this attention and although my striptease was done, I decided to take it further. I sat on Ryan's desk and spread my legs with my knees up by my shoulders so Ryan could get a good view of my shaved pussy. I put two fingers in my mouth and lead them down to my slit. I made broad strokes over the entire length of my slit with my soaked fingers, using them like I would want to be licked. I groaned a little bit while I spread my pussy lips apart. Making sure he had a good view, I used my other hand to start rubbing clit. My damp aroma filled the room. I moaned as I pinched my clit gently and started probing at my pussy's hole. Ryan was really hot now. His cock was at full attention and I knew he couldn't take it much more. He walked over to me and lowered his head to my pussy and ran his tongue up from the bottom all the way to my clit, pausing to make a quick nibble at it and flick it with his tongue. "You taste amazing," he breathed heavily. "Your cock looks amazing," I whispered back to him. I pushed two fingers into my hole and started fucking myself. Ryan reached up and cupped one of my breasts. "Let me show you how amazing it can be." He dropped his pants completely and pushed his cock into me. It was so thick, it hesitated just a bit before it stretched me to a perfect fit. "Ohh," I groaned as he impaled me onto him. His hips started bucking against me softly at first and he began kissing my neck. It felt so good having such a hard dick inside me. I could feel every bit of it stimulating the walls of my pussy. "Just a little harder," I begged as he hit a sensitive spot. Ryan thrust and hit my spot even harder causing my cunt to shudder and squeeze at his cock. All of the pressure had built up so much, I moaned loudly and pulled at my nipple as an orgasm shuttered over my body. I could feel Ryan's dick start to pulsate. I could feel my cunt begin to fill up with his warm cum. He pumped his cock a couple more times as he finished his orgasm. "Lisa, I love having a slutty ass sister like you." I collapsed onto his desk, smiling and feeling satisfied, as Ryan walked over and turned off the camera. "Maybe we should keep this as the director's cut of our movie," he grinned at me. I knew this would just be the start of a lot more fun with my big brother. Director's Cut The name is Herbert Carver. I'm a young black man living in New York. For a time, I attended Elmira College and graduated with a Bachelors degree in business. I thought I wanted to be part of the corporate world. It didn't work out. To pay off my student loans, I tried modeling. With my six-foot-two, 230-pound black athlete's body, I did alright. One day, I was approached by a man who was an adult film director. He was looking for a new male star for one of his projects. I eagerly volunteered. The rest, as they say, is history. I worked in the adult film industry for ten years. Having sex with women of all races in front of the camera seems like fun at first but it takes its toll on you in many ways. I retired with lots of money, though. The industry becomes part of you when you get into it and stay in it for a long time. Eventually, I returned, but behind the camera this time. I wanted to direct adult films. I had lots of experience and I knew how to make great pictures while treating cast and crew members right. These days, I am proud of my work. Bringing quality erotic films to the living rooms of men and women across the globe. My profession is that of porn director. I'm rather famous for my antics both before and behind the camera. My videos feature unconventional men and women doing all sorts of crazy things. That's what's so controversial about me. It makes me beloved by many and hated by a few. It makes me famous and infamous. It has also made me filthy rich. I own a two-million-dollar mansion in Los Angeles. I bring in eight hundred grand a year after taxes. I'm doing real good. I love my job. I go to work every day with a smile on my face. Not many people in this world can say the same. I'm going to give you a tour of my world. This is what a day at work looks like for me. I arrive at work. My cameraman James Howler is there. He's tall, lean and red-haired, with pasty white skin. A good worker who's been with me for a long time. Theresa Brown, a tall black woman in her late forties and Juan Carlos, a bulky Mexican make up the lights and accessories crew. Tony Sanchez, a slim Latin guy is our editor. That's pretty much it. We've worked together for years. The only variables are the guys and gals who perform before the camera. Today, we are shooting a scene from our latest picture. A rather kinky flick featuring an all-black cast. The first scene features a tall, muscular black woman named Isabel. I know her. She's worked with me on several features before. Isabel is a sexy black lady who hails from New York. She's quite kinky, hyper sexual and very comfortable in front of the camera. Her co-star today is James, a tall and slim black man from New Jersey. We have some kinky stuff to film and those two are more than happy to do my bidding. The scene begins with James lying in bed, masturbating. He opens the door and in comes his girlfriend, none other than Isabel, wearing a red bra and matching panties and nothing else. The dude is thrilled to see her, and they proceed to get it on. James is stroking Isabel's head while she sucks on his thick black cock. The dude is enjoying himself, which is understandable under the circumstances. Isabel is real serious about her work and her performances are both passionate and explosive on the screen. Our cameraman gets it all. We continue filming. Isabel sucks on James cock until he finally does cum, then she drinks his seed. The actors take a break. So does the crew. Everybody takes ten minutes to piss, shit and do whatever else they need to do. We're back and the cameras start rolling again. The next shoot is an anal scene. Isabel is definitely the pearl of porn stars. A very beautiful black woman with a sexy body and one hell of a booty, and she doesn't mind doing anal scenes. We prep the actors. James puts on a condom and lubes it up. One of our fluffy gals makes sure our guy stays hard while Isabel gets ready to take it up the ass. The gal applies lube over her crack, and takes a deep breath, then the cameras start rolling to capture all that beautiful action. Isabel is on all fours while James comes up behind her. He gently spreads her spectacular butt cheeks wide open, then his cock nudges its way toward her anus. He presses his cock against her back door. He looks at me. I look at Isabel. Our gal is all prepped up and ready to go. I nod, and James thrusts into her. It's beautiful. Watching James big cock slide into Isabel's ass without difficulty thanks to the wonderful lubricant the crew purchased the night before. James places his hands on her hips and thrusts into her. It all looks wonderful on the camera. We try to catch all the angles. James fine behind as he thrusts into Isabel. That fabulous butt of hers jiggling under the force of James thrusts. His cock sliding in and out of her tight ass. Her cute face contorted into alternate expressions of pain and pleasure. James sexy grunting noises as he took her. It was all wonderful, and our cameraman caught it all beautifully. The action continued. As scripted, they changed positions. Isabel was now on her back and James took her like this, face to face. He was still sliding that wonderful cock of his in and out of her ass. It was beautiful. Especially the money shot where he pulled out and came all over her spread buttocks. We cut the scene right there, and I personally congratulated the actors over a job well done. The work would be edited, all imperfections removed or corrected, and then we would send it to the approved for mass-productions, and the money would start rolling in. I simply love my job. That night, I went home, and spent time with my girlfriend Jennifer Armand. She's a tall, good-looking woman with short red hair, alabaster skin and pale blue eyes. We met while working as porn actors. These days, she's the editor of an erotic E-book publishing company whose materials are aimed at both male and female porn consumers. My gal has ambition to spare. After working as a porn star for ten years, she's putting her experience to good use and becoming quite adept in the business world. When I come home, though, I am rather pleased. Jennifer is sitting at the computer, typing and clicking away. She's wearing a blue T-shirt and red shorts. She still looks lovely. I creep behind her and surprise her. For a moment, she's startled then bursts out with laughter. I smile, and ask her how she is doing. Jennifer turns around and kisses me. She tells me about her day. She's got a new project in the works. A bisexual anthology. She's collecting fiction from both male and female authors to bring them together in a mammoth collection. It sounds good to me. I notice dark circles under her eyes. A sure sign that she's been working too long. I sweep her into my arms and she laughs and fakes protest. I take her into the shower. I know how to take her mind off work. She'll thank me for this later, many times, this I can assure you. Directors Cut This story leads into a femdom type scenario. If that is not your thing perhaps you should stop reading now. I have a direction in mind but am happy to be guided by reader suggestion. Please feel free to make these in the comments section. Otherwise, Happy reading - D Marie wondered up the path. She was neither hurried or delayed. This was work time but she enjoyed this part of her town. The role came with various pros and cons as many jobs do but being a Realtor for an exclusive company dealing with only high end properties, comes with its advantages. There was the travel to conferences, staying in well heeled hotels, seeing and selling beautiful properties and of course dealing with wonderful people and their unfathomable wealth... The last part may be a bit of a stretch as she had found, every walk of life has its range of characters. With the wealthy, they just seemed more extreme. If you were a prick, you were an uber prick. with degrees of difficulty that even the characters of the big bang theory would struggle to fathom. If you were rich and generous, then your generosity knew no bounds. If you were quiet and liked to avoid the press or anyone at all... you did, so no one met you unless you designed it. And, so on... Yes the people were the same but the degrees of their characteristics were extreme. Once Marie learned this she was ok with it. Her greatest characteristic was her sincerity. She saw it, then she told it like it was. She could not stand false pretenses or social manipulations and preferred to be straight up. Career wise and personality wise it worked for her. She was successful, she earned well and was well liked by her colleagues and many friends. She lived happily for the most part with few wants and or needs. The striking exception was her sex life. Her husband Ian was her best friend and almost former lover. Their coming together and compatibility initially had been the stuff of legend among their friends and having met when she was 25 became inseparable. She was extremely happy with Ian as her match and the compatibility extended well into the bedroom and surroundings. Her insatiable appetite had finally found a match and with his liking for experimenting with pleasure and his stamina made for some incredible sessions where they had both literally collapsed with exhaustion, usually only to awaken and start over. These memories bought a smile to her face as she wandered up the path to one of her newer listings. It was with the same reflection that she remembered sadly how things had deteriorated. She still loved and could see herself loving no man the same way but... his libido had plummeted steadily in the last few years. He was now in his mid thirties and his lack of desire was in stark contrast to Marie's inflamed libido and frustrations. This had started with longer gaps between reduced trysts into her being literally shoved from his waist while performing what she though was his favorite thing. A "good morning blow job" where he would awaken to a climax on the end of her lips. As she had felt him gradually harden she felt the rest of his body stir and shove her away... gently but with deliberation before rolling from her and dozing without so much as saying a word. This was only weeks ago and the last time they had had any real physical contact. Marie felt his work as a merchant banker was taking its toll. The travel and stress of maintaining profits in the present climate were not correlating well with his performance in the bedroom Marie had tried to raise it with him but he would brush it off and say "we aren't rabbits" and told her she was too demanding in the bedroom. Where this came from she had no idea but She knew he loved her. She had taken to masturbation which seemed to be just about covering her needs. It was frequent and she was having to see to herself around twice a day to quell her growing thirst. This morning, as she had taken to doing more frequently, she decided to go sans underwear... just for the hell of it. The thrill of the secret and the feel of the wisps of air tickling her pubis under her bright, light summer skirt gave her distraction.... and an easy smile for customers and clients - existing and potential. The knowledge and occasional drafty reminder would edge her on all day. She had taken to spraying her meticulously trimmed mound with her favorite perfume which was ironically called "cherry in the air" by Escada. She would give a delighted little shudder about this on the rare occasions it was commented on. If anyone knew her perfume was used to disguise the aroma of her daily excitement... well... she would die of embarrassment. Marie always felt the risk was worth it for the thrill and the pay off... Occasionally she would share with Ian what she had been up to but he had lost interest in this also... leading to more frustrations and needs.... and time with vibrators, shower heads etc. She had even taken to relieving herself at work on occasion. So while she was happy generally Marie was worried about her marriage, or more particularly the sexual relations with her husband. The love was there, the lust was missing. The property she was looking at today was a refurbished manor which hosted all of the features money could buy. It was close to the city while remaining treed and private. There were two swimming pools and 6 bedrooms, a tennis court and beautiful views over the city skyline. The owners had emptied and left home already, having purchased and moved abroad leaving her with instructions but completely in charge of the preparation and sale. As Marie approached the freshly repainted house something seemed amiss. She couldn't put her finger right on it but as she tried to enter the key code for the door she noted that it was slightly ajar. Upon entering she noticed also that the alarm had been disabled. This was less alarming than it might have been as it must be someone who knew the code. Being familiar she made the point of turning on the video element of the security system while leaving off the audio alarm. This would capture everything that happened inside onto a local sd card .... just in case. Being rather an attractive 35 year old had bought it's benefits over the years it also came with accompanied risks. She was slim and tightly toned from her various fitness regime and activities. Playing tennis and working out at the local gym mainly but she also was a keen swimmer and usually did yoga on work mornings. To look at Marie was subtly stunning. At 33 her shoulder length straight blond hair shone easily and framed her face which was as cute as a button. Her small upturned nose sat above her full lips while her eyes were a light but penetrating shade of blue. While never having worked as a model she could easily have done. Her long toned legs shaped nicely at the waist and with a sizable but perky bust she was still turning heads. This bought her confidence and opportunity and with her personality she really was a complete package. On the negative side of this, Marie was always cautious and carried mace in her handbag but turning on the video surveillance had set her mind more at ease. It hay have been that the cleaners or a contractor had not shut the place up correctly or the owners had left town and for some reason had left the door ajar for her...? As she wandered around the house checking the work the movers and cleaners had done she felt more at ease and alone. She made some notes on her phone and took some pictures of issues to be addressed later. As she walked passed one of the huge cascading glass doors that looked over the pool and again over to the city she saw a flash of red that caused her to turn. She stopped and turned and saw something amazing. She was a stunned into silence and frozen to the spot. Gradually gathering herself she was able to step quietly back the way she had come and not make a sound. Hiding behind one of the marble pillars she peeked out again to confirm what she had thought she had seen. Sure enough, there on a sun baked slab of padded poolside paradise lay, Dan Miller. Marie knew him from the tennis club. He was a strong player and a popular if strong willed man who was politically powerful within the club and other organizations. He and Marie always got on but there was something about him that grated her. He always was so cocky and confident. There was a word she thought..."uppity" that was him. Better than anyone else and so cock sure. Well. Here he was lying in the sun in a property he shouldn't be at. further more he was wearing a red speedo type bathing suit which he wasn't completely contained with in. Indeed, he was lying there masturbating whilst holding his phone up. He was probably watching porn thought Marie. There was nothing subtle about his actions. They were steady, slow and deliberate. As she looked closer she could see some sunscreen which as she looked on he applied to his hand and rubbed into the end and shaft of his penis before going on to massage his rather large balls While she could not tear her eyes away Marie knew she had to leave. As she slowly backed away and down the open hall to a more obscured spot she felt her legs brush past each other. She was literally dripping and her juices were running down her legs. "Oh my God" she gasped to herself before resisting the temptation to go forward and have another look. She wrestled with what to do whilst emitting the odd giggle and stopped to lean back against the wall by the front door. Then, in a rush she had the semblance of a plan. Turning on the monitor which was connected to the security system she located and isolated the outdoor cameras which were located in particular, near the pool area. She smiled when she noted there were two with which Dan was within range. One was elevated and offered a shot of him in the foreground and the said pool and view in the background. The image of Dan stroking himself was very clear. "Thank goodness for high end security," thought Marie as she zoomed and framed her subject perfectly for the recording sd card. The quality was impeccable even if the behavior of the subject was not. The silent maneuverability of the dome mounted cameras was another bonus as Dan stroked himself completely impervious to what was happening. The other camera was stationed away from the house and looking back on it. While it was further away it left no doubt as to what was happening and where. The house was well known in the community and one of the more desirable in the area. Marie did not think this video would help to sell it. She manipulated the shots and mixed the cameras like a live sports event. Dan mostly lay on his side or back and moved only a little but the cameras caught everything. She recorded as he stroked up and down his shaft. She recorded and zoomed in when he ran a finger over his bulbous and bright purple head. She recorded as he removed his costume altogether and got onto his knees, viewing his movies continuously She recorded and zoomed again as he turned and made the image on his phone available (He was watching a school girl being spanked by her head mistress at the time) Finally she recorded on both cameras as he stood and made his way to the edge of the pool and arched his back while beating away at his hard red swollen cock. His legs slightly apart and his shoulder pulled back. She framed him up perfectly as the seed flew from the end of his penis and he pumped ever decreasing loops into the pool. The look on his face was complete and utter, ugly joy. Then deep breaths and a slight stagger back to the huge padded swab he had been lying on, left behind as chattels by the previous owners as they suited the pool. Stopping the recording and removing the sd card Marie made her way back to her car and then back to the office. Once there she packed her laptop up and headed for home saying she needed to attend to something that had come up. She knew it was lame and weak excuse for a work day but she was very distracted and needed to sort herself out. Ian was away with work in Australia so at least she had her house to herself for a few days at least. The likelihood of being interrupted was slim Sitting in her recliner she started her laptop and inserted the incriminating card, pressing play on the media player when it offered her the opportunity. She checked the two movies to see if they would play and was delighted to see that both were very high quality, HD images, if not in substance then in picture quality and combined ran for around 15 minutes. "Good Boy, with the Stamina Dan" she thought happily. Before starting the first movie Marie managed to extract herself from her seat before returning to her position placing a plush soft towel under her bottom and leaning back again. As the first movie began to play she carefully raised the hem of her skirt and tucked it under her laptop exposing her aching and drenched pussy. She almost orgasmed as she touched her labia for the first time. There was Dan, cock in hand pleasing himself as large as life on the screen. Concentrating hard on his screen while she smiled and focused on hers and her pleasure. Within minutes and before she had really watched a proportion, Marie was wracked by her bodies first orgasm to her new video. She shook and writhed, almost dropped her laptop as thighs clenched and pulsed around her hand... It was the strongest orgasm she had ever had. Ever! After her recovery and session two with her new found friend the "naked man video" she thought about what made her so excited. It wasn't so much the visual scenes etc although Dan had a nice body, penis and was attractive enough... it was the thought of what she might do with the material. She smiled as she got herself together, focused on the screen and reached again lightly for the little bud hardly hidden in her pleasure folds. "Indeed" she grinned "what will I do with this footage" as she watched Dan wrestle with his trimmed six inch love pole. She mulled for around a month before carefully laying out the groundwork for the first part of her plan. In this time she organized a new mobile phone on a prepay set up... or "burner" as she had heard them called on the police dramas. She organized an untraceable email address with a large supplier. She monitored Dan closely at inter-club competitions and listened in on his conversations. She came to learn more about him and his personality type the more she focused... Dan was 41, with a 23 year old girlfriend of around 6 months. Her situation was a that she worked in a bar and as a part time model. Marie saw her once and though she was pretty there was some kind of confidence issue evident and she carried herself shyly. Dan was a lad and laughed with the boys, cracking sexist jokes. Full of bravado and bullshit mostly. He had no family in town as he had moved a long way chasing a career in sales with an insurance firm. The more Marie watched the more excited she became about Dan. He was nice enough, He was good looking enough and could make conversation but all of this didn't matter. He was about to become her toy... in every way she could imagine using him.... and there was nothing he could do about it. he would fill the gap until Ian came right or to his senses. She would control everything taking care not to extend her boundaries on into the cheating zone... She may become a blackmailing, power hungry sex vixen but that was not her point... She wouldn't cheat. It was while sitting in the club listening to Dan and some of the men go on about various conquests... some surely imagined and meant for the amusement of the surrounding people within earshot, she decided that tonight was the night. From her new email address and using some of the infomation she had gleaned from Dans forthright conversations ..."with the boys" she sent the following message to him Dear Dan I have been admiring you from afar. You are so hot and I would love to get to know you better. I don't know everything about you but I know you play tennis and work in insurance. I think we would be great together ... even if only for a bit of fun. Let me know if you are interested?? Yours hopefully Secret M Marie added a few emoticons and included a picture of a screen shot of a mid twenties model she found on the internet, with her head cropped out of course. The subject was in a red bikini. Having pressed send and part one complete, she reviewed her glorious footage and lightly rubbed herself for fifteen minutes and orgasmed while watching Dan shoot his sperm army into the pool once again. Gathering herself after ward she took two screen shots of the movie at rather conservative locations in the play where anyone looking could see it was Dan ... but not what he was up to. She saved these in a folder on her home machine where everything else was and showered before bed. In the shower she sat on the floor while the nozzle delicately squirted her pussy until she had another knee shaking orgasm of her own - squirting back at the shower head. She was aware her personality was changing. She had never felt the thrill of power so much before. She had won in tennis, business and in life and enjoyed it but what she was setting up here thrilled her beyond compare. She was excited but slept well. Upon checking her emails she found a reply from Dan "You look hot, let's hook up" was all it said followed by his mobile number. Hook line and sinker... the cheating player was on the prowl - not very loyal she thought to herself and it made her reply so much easier. She said "Great, meet me at the tennis club - this wed night 9pm" I don't care what else you wear but make sure you have your red bathing costume on... She attached the two photos and clicked send Job done! The reply came back with in half an hour... with Dan saying "hey what is this" Marie figured he was not a big typist and laughed a little thinking luckily he was adequately endowed elsewhere. She typed back... I will ask the questions from now on and you will do what you are told. Marie included the email address (not in the address line) of his "girlfriend" and added a further screen shot... This time a far more compromising shot. Dan splayed on the mat, his back arched and his penis fully engorged. His face was grimaced and almost pained as he grasped himself. The quality of the video and her screenshot picture from it, left no doubt as to the task being undertaken and who the perpetrator was. She signed off saying... "if you reply to this email... or don't show on Wednesday night" then the email (with attachments) will be forwarded to your lovely girlfriend Britney. Looking forward to seeing you again.... Marie then shut down her computer and rushed back to her bedroom. Removing the vibrator from the top draw she proceeded to frig herself though her underwear before biting her pillow to muffle her own screams and soaking herself in the process. Already late for work she removed her underwear, used the perfume camouflage under her floral summer dress, balled her freshly soiled panties in her hand and threw them on the floor by the hamper as she rushed out and off to work. She was confident there would be no reply from Dan but checked a couple of times at work to confirm this. It was Monday and he would have three days to sweat and fret before their meeting on Wednesday... It was tennis club night that night though and Marie was delighted to see Dan there. He always came on a Monday but she hoped he wasn't to distracted to avoid tennis that night at least. She even managed to slip onto his court and have a game with him against another pair. She was her usual bright and bubbly self and was delighted to find that the confident swagger was off a little from Dan. Directors Cut It was as if he had something on his mind... She teased him relentlessly asking "if the cat had his tongue" and passing comments like"you're really not yourself tonight Dan are you?" She even went so far as asking "if everything was alright with he and Britney" to which Dan did not say much but turned a slightly whiter shade of the already sickly grey he looked. She gave him a light pat on the bum at the end of their match as they were shaking hands with their opponents and parted with the line... "cheer up Dan... it may never happen." Dan gave a weak wave in reply as Marie climbed into her car and drove off... Wednesday night.... Director's Cut Ch. 02 This is the second part to Director's Cut. Once again, I always appreciate all feedback I receive and would love to hear ideas for a third part in the series. It was 7:10 a.m. Ryan's alarm clock had been gradually getting louder and more obnoxious for the past ten minutes but he just couldn't seem to get himself out of bed. He had this fantastic dream ... Finally he pulled himself up and reached over to switch the clock off. With both hands, he rubbed his eyes gently. 'What a night! I slept like a baby,' he thought to himself as he continued to stretch. Still half asleep, he struggled to remember what had happened. 'It was incredible, I remember having my sexy sister strip down for me and tease the shit out of me, then I got to bang the shit out of her little pussy!' Standing up was tough, he felt like he ran a marathon the night before. Glancing down at the floor he realized why. The video camera that captured the whole ordeal still was laying on the floor untouched since it was finally shut off after the experimentation between the siblings had been finished. "Holy fucking shit," Ryan swore. "I fucked my damn sister. Fuck!" Ryan crouched down and buried his head between his legs. 'What have I done? How am I supposed to act now?' In the other room, I was not in the same troubled state. Surprisingly, this was something I had fantasized about before. I have always admired my brother's good looks and never found a guy who could ever come close to matching his brilliance. I smiled as I replayed the events of last night in my head ... "I want to do that again," I grinned. Looking at the time, I realize my mom would kill me if I was late to breakfast so I pulled on my gray gym shorts and a loose white tank top and stumbled downstairs. "Lisa, what is with you? You can't ever be on time to anything. It's even affecting your brother now." "Carol, please," my father pleaded with her. "It's Lisa's first full day home." "You know, Jim, it is just a bad habit that needs to be broken. We have rules in this house ..." And to think I was actually happy to see her last night! I forgot how cross she could get when things weren't going her way. My mom was usually angry about something or other so I wasn't surprised by her greeting. It sort of suited her. She had always been old fashioned. She made breakfast everyday and packed lunches for us all still. It was like she was always trying to be perfect. Even while I was growing up, I rarely saw her with her hair down and honestly, I don't think I have ever seen her wear jeans. In her mind, she is too classy for that. Those sort of things have always irritated me about her. She always acted like I was failing her by being a normal girl and not some prissy, goody-goody like herself. "Sorry," I scowled as I pulled a chair up to the breakfast table. I helped myself to some of the fruit set out for us all. "How was your evening, sweetheart?" my dad inquired, chipper as always. I shrugged. I wished I could just blurt out that I had the greatest sex of all time and it was with my brother, but somehow I figured that would be a tad inappropriate. Finally, my brother came downstairs, his dark hair was all messy and his face was unshaven. He looked like hell. Obviously my mother dug her claws into him right away and forgot about my tardiness. She was really upset that he didn't wake up looking like a magazine cover like she does every morning. Even Mr. Positive Attitude himself, my dad, had to excuse himself early, having grown tired of my mom's endless supply of complaints. Dad wandered up the stairs to be alone. My brother and I ate in silence. I noticed that Ryan didn't make any eye contact with me at all. 'He must be embarrassed,' I thought to myself. It was really awkward eating breakfast with my brother who I was all over hours before. I started feeling guilty for what happened. Ryan stood up and collected most of the breakfast dishes and took them over to the sink and dropped them in. "That's right, just leave the cleaning for me," my mother bitched. "I am only here to serve you, Ryan. The very least you can do is comb your hair and shave before you come to the table. Everyone else is ready to start the day!" "Whatever, Mom. I am going to get ready now. Good lord, get off my back for five minutes!" He stormed up to his room and slammed the door. 'This is going to be a long day,' I thought. All I could hear was Ryan's door slamming shut and him stomping into the bathroom. There was more noise as the door swung shut and the shower started. All I wanted to do was stay out of Mom's way ... I picked up the rest of the dishes to the sink and started running the water and pouring soap in. "Well, Lisa, I am glad you are learning from Ryan's mistakes. It is good to have some help around her. I get sick of doing it all every day. In fact I bet Ryan and your father have five loads of laundry upstairs that I don't even know about yet." I just tuned her out and continued scrubbing. Little did I know, things were about to be very different. My mom wandered up to Ryan's room, in search of dirty laundry and anything else she could hold above his head for awhile. While she was up there she picked up a video camera that he was careless enough to leave on the floor. "Not only do I do everything around the house, he thinks he can throw expensive equipment around like it is nothing!" She frowned as she pulled the tape out and added it to her pile of "to-do's" she picked up from Ryan's room. "What the hell does he need a video camera for in his room?" Curiosity had finally gotten the best of her and she went down to the family room and popped the video into the VCR. Minutes later, she settled into a daze, watching her daughter seductively dance. She was in shock and in awe at the same time. By this time, I had finished the dishes and wandered into the room. My jaw dropped when I saw what my mom was watching. I was so embarrassed that she was going to see that. I had to do something! "I am so sorry, Mom!" I blurted out. "It was all my fault!" Startled, my mom jumped a bit on the couch. "Lisa, why would you do this?" She switched the video off. 'Thank God!' I thought to myself. At least she only saw the mellow part of it. "I ... I ... I just wanted to look sexy," I stammered. "Well," she began, "you most certainly did look sexy. It was a very, um, mature dance you were doing." I had never seen my mom so ... so natural ... before. It was strange. It was almost like we switched roles. Suddenly I was the one in control of the situation. I could tell my mom was really out of her league on this one. "Did you like it?" I asked. "I wanted to practice with a video camera. I want to be sexy around guys. I wanted to see how I looked to them. I don't want to look foolish like the other girls I know." "It ... it was really ... different," She blushed and looked down. "I do have to ask," I began. "Did it turn you on watching me dance and rub myself?" My mom blushed and looked away. "Come on, Mom. Tell me. Woman to woman." "Yes," she answered shyly. "You are a very sexy young woman." When I heard my mom say that, I realized something. My mother was a very sexy woman too. Her tall, thin build was a lot like mine and she had such beautiful deep red hair I always wished I had, tucked away neatly in a curly bun. I was aroused by my power over her at this moment. "Do you want to see more?" I casually asked her. "What?" "Would you like me to show you more of my dance? I can show you all that I know. Maybe you can surprise Dad with it," I suggested. She didn't respond. She just had a confused eyebrow raised and looked at me with an almost childlike look on her face. "Follow me," I grabbed her hand and lead her up to my room. I closed and locked my door. "Mom, here is your first lesson in fun ..." My mom sat on my bed in awe as I put a CD in my stereo. I turned with my back to her, and started dancing like I had seen girls in music videos do. I shook my ass and ran my hands up and down my body. Glancing at my mirror I saw my mom start to relax a bit, getting used to my hot dance. I smiled and turned around to face her. I continued dancing, stepping closer to her little by little. Finally, I grabbed her hands and pulled her up to me. Holding both of her hands I began to run them down my body, starting at my slender shoulders, down to my hard tits, pausing to let her palms feel my nipples poking at her, begging to be free. I lead her hands further down, still keeping my dance going, to my tight stomach. I brought her hands together and pushed them down to my pussy. I started to grind myself against her hands then I released her. Her hands lingered my pussy for awhile as I worked my body on them. "Come on, Mom. Let's dance," I said. My mom put her hands on my small waist and I started seductively bumping against her body. I was really getting into this. I leaned into her and kissed her on the mouth. She tasted like the strawberries and bananas she served with our breakfast. She returned my offering and slowly put her sweet tongue in my mouth. It was the sexiest kiss I have ever had. I sucked on her tongue as I rubbed my firm body against hers. Slowly, I pushed my hand towards her vagina. I could feel the heat of her body against my palm. She was wearing a pair of neatly pressed khaki pants so I began to unbutton them carefully and reveal her soft, satin panties. I let myself enjoy the way I could feel her bush through the thin material. They were very damp towards the center. I slid my hand through the side. "Oh Lisa, I don't think ..." "Shut up," I automatically replied. I was too turned on to stop now. Why let this hottie mom get away now? I engaged her in another tongue lock as I let my fingers wander their way up and down her slit. She was soaked from top to bottom and two of my fingers easily slid in. "Oh, Mom, you are a sexy, wet bitch." I worked my fingers in her for a few minutes and she moaned as I massaged her right breast with my free hand. She started getting even more into it and stuck her hand down my shorts. She wasn't surprised to find me damp as well and began to return the fingering favor I offered her. I pulled my hand out only to reach up and pull off her shirt and free her beautiful tits from her bra. They were much larger than mine and the nipples were firm and obviously excited as I lowered my head down and sucked on them gently, nibbling just a bit to make them even harder. Mom groaned as I kneaded her other tit with my hand. Reaching back down, I pulled her pants and panties down and she finished the task by kicking them off and onto my floor. I pulled at her clit just a bit and she released another moan. Slowly I let my tongue lick its way down her body, over her fat tits, down her pale tummy, all the way to her thick bush and into her musky pussy. I began eating my way into her. Licking her from her anus to her clit and back down several times, stopping only to shove my tongue into her tight snatch as far as I could. She feverishly probed her fingers in and out of my twat, her pace was speeding up as she became closer to an orgasm. My pussy was soaking her fingers and hand as she rubbed my clit and finger fucked me to my delight. "Let me taste you too," she begged, her sexual high was starting to peak. I climbed on top of her, in a 69 style position and she began to lick and suck my cit and push her fingers in and out of my hole like she was an expert. I opened my mouth as much I could and began sucking her pussy. It was hard to suck and lick in between moans, but it seemed like my mother enjoyed me moaning on her sensitive little clit. Finally, my mom clenched my butt cheeks with both hands as my sucking and moaning sent her into an incredible wave of ecstasy. She came hard into my mouth, causing her whole body to erupt and shake like nothing I had ever heard of before. This completely set me off. I wanted an orgasm like that too. When she finished cumming, I lapped up all of her delicious juices and sat up to straddle her face. I ground my twat against her mouth and she violently sucked and tongue fucked me. I pinched and twisted her nipples to encourage her to continue on. It really got to me when she started to gently bite at my clit. I pulled a pillow over my face to muffle my screams and moans of intense pleasure as my love juices filled my mother's sweet mouth. I rolled off of her and put my head on her naked breast and asked once again, "Did you enjoy that video I made, Mommy?" "Sweetie," she panted, "I enjoyed the live show much more."