0 comments/ 62307 views/ 4 favorites The Producer By: English Bob “Oh, come on, Frank. She would be great. Trust me.” I listened to my wife, Geri, over the din of the TV. I didn’t really want to talk about my work; I had finished for the day and was looking forward to a nice quiet evening. But once Geri gets a hold of something, she rarely lets it go without a fight. “You know it’s really not my decision, baby.” I replied. “I’m not the casting director, I’m just the producer.” I looked up into my wife’s pretty face and felt the same stirrings in my heart and loins that I did when we first met ten years ago. Her fire blonde hair was drawn back in the usual ponytail and her even, white teeth grinned back at me. She knew as well as I did that there was little I would refuse her. “Okay, okay!” I continued holding up my hands in mock surrender. “You win. Tell your friend Julie to come and see me tomorrow.” Geri clapped her hands ecstatically and planted a big wet kiss on my forehead. “Thanks, hon! I knew you’d help out! And anyway, Julie would be perfect for the part of Greta. She’s tall, dark haired and very attractive. You’ll adore her, I know you will!” I loved the way that pleasing my wife made me feel inside, but right at that moment I was just staring at her; taking in her beauty. Geri caught me just as I was gazing at her chest – one of her greatest assets, and she knows it! “Oh. And yes,” she stated, cupping the swell of her breasts through the material of her dress. “Julie’s got a nice pair of tits, too! Not as big as mine, I think, but I’m sure you will like them as well as her!” For the rest of the evening, Geri’s comments about her friends’ attributes were never very far from my mind. I found myself looking at each actress on the TV and wondering what they would look like naked, and in particular what their breasts would be like. By the time we were ready for bed I had an erection you could hang your hat on! As my wife left the bathroom and entered the bedroom, I was already in bed. I pulled back the covers exposing my readiness for a little fun and grinned. “Well, I can’t let you try to get to sleep in that condition, can I?” Geri laughed. I closed my eyes gratefully as I felt her take my swollen member and guide it between her lips. It was as much as I could do to hold out for a few brief moments while she sucked me, but after only a few more seconds I could feel the familiar tingle in my balls. I groaned a quick warning to Geri that I was about to cum. She looked up at me and smiled. Locking her lips tightly around my cock her fingers cupped my balls and stroked me to climax. She swallowed my issue (as she always does) and when I was finished she gave me a quick peck on the cheek. “Good night, baby.” She whispered. I was surprised. “Can’t I do anything for you, hon?” I asked, stroking her naked inner thigh under her nightdress. “Not tonight baby. I’m tired. Lets just get some sleep, okay? You got a big day tomorrow.” Now I was really suspicious. Geri is an extremely sexual person and it’s most unusual for her to turn down the prospect of a nice orgasm. I lay back in the darkness thinking, the rhythmical sounds of my wife’s breathing soothed me but sleep was elusive. Our earlier conversation kept replaying over and over in my mind and the more I thought about it the more suspicious it seemed. I’d always known that my wife was very open-minded about sex. She had seemed extremely keen for me to give her friend a part in the latest movie that I was working on. I wondered if there was more to it than just a “friendship”. Geri had never made a secret about her female lovers at college, but to my knowledge at least, she hadn’t indulged in that sort of thing for years. Could her friend have pressed the right buttons and re-ignited a flame? Slumber finally engulfed me that night with thoughts of naked female bodies crawling all over each other. I have a choice of where I work. Apart from the studio downtown, I also have a mini facility set up in the house. It was expensive to implement with all the equipment that I needed but it means that I can work from home when I choose – usually with some degree of peace and quiet and away from ringing telephones. The movie that I was currently working on would certainly be no blockbuster. Sadly, I’m not yet in the Tom Cruise or Sandra Bullock league. But we already had a buyer at least. The film would be going straight to TV. I had been busy studying a few preliminary scenes that had already been shot and had not noticed the time slipping away. I was still deeply engrossed when there was a knock on the door. “It’s open.” I called without looking up. Geri appeared in the doorway with a cup of coffee, which she placed on my desk. I still hadn’t looked up and mumbled a quick thank you to her. “This is Julie.” My wife said quickly. “Remember? You said you could find her a part in the movie.” Now I looked up. “I just said I’d see her. No promises. I can’t ..” My words trailed off as I saw the two women standing next to me. Similar in height to my wife, Julie was indeed very attractive. Her dark hair was pulled back into a bunch and framed an oval shaped face. She was slim and athletic looking. Geri was right. I could already see her in the role of Greta Dalgleish. Geri looked pleased as she saw me sizing her friend up positively. There was no doubt that Julie looked good as she smiled warmly at me. “Er, hello Julie.” I mumbled. “Good to meet you.” Her hand was warm and silky as she shook mine. But Geri was becoming impatient. “So, come on Frank, what about the part of Greta?” I leaned back in my chair expansively. Occasionally I like to play the Big Director for effect. “Well, you do look right for the part, Julie.” I said. “But as I already told Geri, it’s not really my decision.” I had already noted that Julie had her arm around my wife’s shoulder. The gesture was definitely more than just friendly and I was beginning to think that the notion that I had had the previous night about her and Geri could have been accurate. But Julie’s expression had changed as she heard my words and the look of disappointment that now adorned her pretty face was self-evident. Geri was aware of her friends’ disillusionment also and pulled her close in an over-friendly cuddle. “Don’t worry, Julie,” she almost cooed. Geri looked directly at me and frowned as she continued. “We are dealing with a man. I’m certain we can ensure that he at least puts in a good word for you!” Julie’s face slowly brightened as my wife comforted her. I was a little confused, but their meaning soon became apparent to me as they both kneeled on either side of my chair and smiled warmly at me. “What are you doing?” I asked stupidly. Now it was Julie’s turn to speak. “Just making sure that you remember me, Mr. Richardson! You will remember me, won’t you?” My reply was immediately curtailed as Julie leaned over and kissed me softly on the lips. Her tongue licked and probed gently as she opened my lips and her hand snaked behind my head pulling me towards her in a deep, wet embrace. I was just getting used to the taste of another woman’s lips when I suddenly felt a movement at my waist. My wife was also busy and was at that moment quickly unfastening my belt and jeans. Before I knew what had happened, my jeans were around my ankles and my stiffening cock was exposed. Breathlessly, Julie broke our kiss and sensuously licked her lips. I looked down to see both women kneeling at my side and my cock standing hard to attention. Julie was a few years younger than my wife and had dressed accordingly. Cut-off, ragged jean shorts revealed a pair of slim and nicely tanned legs and she wore a thin vest top that barely concealed small but perfectly formed breasts. It was clear that she wore no bra as I could see the outline of two hardening nipples poking erotically through the thin material. Geri was also very nicely dressed – too well dressed, I noted, for just a day around the house. Her patterned, halter-neck dress looked very summery and was pulled together and fastened with a tie. I could also make out the shape of her nipples as well and guessed that the two women – knowing how I feel about boobs - had agreed to this attire in advance as a way of ingratiating themselves. I gasped as I felt fingers encircle my stiff member and looked down again. While my wife had pulled up my t-shirt, her friend had taken me in hand, so to speak and was slowly stroking the length of my cock with a seemingly practised skill. “How good do you think Julie would be for the part now?” Geri laughed as she stroked my inner thighs. I gasped as I felt her friend squeeze my cock. An answer was clearly unnecessary. What man could resist this treatment? I decided to lay back and enjoy! There were now two pairs of hands on my lower body – twenty fingers with light delicate touches that were sending me almost insane with lust. Julie’s hand slowly worked it’s way up and down my throbbing shaft while my wife cupped my balls – the way she knows I adore – and stroked between my legs. And then my assumptions were confirmed. With their hands still caressing me, both women leaned forward towards each other and kissed. No friendly peck on the lips this, but a full-blown lesbian embrace. Their tongues danced lustfully in and out of each other’s mouths as I watched them. Their lips mashed together and I could hear muffled groans of ecstatic pleasure echo in the still air of the room. My cock suddenly twitched appreciatively and gave me a warning sign that I could not ignore. “Not yet, please.” I groaned as the girls broke their kiss. “I don’t want to cum too soon.” Geri and Julie both nodded their agreement. “Damn right!” Geri exclaimed with a grin. “So no jerking off while you watch this!” I sat in stunned silence as the girls started to kiss again. Their hands, now free, began to explore each other’s bodies under their clothes. They clearly weren’t ready to strip just yet – maybe it was for fear that the mere sight of their nakedness would have caused my cock to quickly explode. They may have been right! And so I watched, with hands rigidly at my sides, while my wife and her lover explored each other. Hands groped under shirts and dresses as nipples and breasts were squeezed and buttocks stroked. It took a good few minutes but I finally managed to get myself back under control. Breathlessly, the girls reluctantly broke away from each other and grinned over at me. “Ready for a little more?” Geri laughed. I nodded. Damn, I was more than ready! With a sharp intake of breath I felt more delicious stimulation on my tool. Both women were back kneeling in front of me. Geri had untied the string at the top of her dress and Julie had pulled her top down completely. With two sets of very different breasts in front of me I felt that I had died and gone to heaven. And then, suddenly, it got even better! Geri’s hand grasped my solid erection and guided it towards her friends’ mouth. The sensation was electric and I had to hold my breath as she swallowed me deep, her tongue swirling over my swollen cock-head and slowly laved my shaft. And then they swapped. My cock was now buried firmly between my wife’s lips and she was sucking me luxuriantly. My mind was a blur. My cock was passed back and forward between two wet mouths and, again, I had to keep serious control of myself to stop from cumming on the spot. And then, suddenly, they both stopped. I was left with a cock twitching furiously and standing up to attention like a trooper. My disappointed facial expression must have been obvious. “Don’t worry, baby.” Geri whispered between gasps of air. “There’s more to come!” I watched as my wife placed her hands on Julie’s shorts and slowly unzipped them. I gawked. As the garment was sliding down her legs her neatly shaved mound was lowly revealed – the girl wasn’t even wearing panties! Geri kneeled by her friends’ side and helped her step out of the shorts. She kissed her gently, lovingly on her hip and then her inner thigh before turning back to me. “What do you think, baby?” She whispered to me. “Doesn’t she have a pretty little cunt? Wouldn’t you like to put your cock in it now?” Geri rarely swears and even more rarely will use the word “cunt”. I knew this was all for my benefit. I nodded in wordless answer to her silly question and watched my wife lead the younger woman over to the sofa. There was nothing going to stop me now. My cock was aching almost painfully and swung menacingly in front of me as I strode over to the sofa and joined Julie. We quickly got into a position with me lying behind her and her long, sexy legs hooked back over my body so that her pussy stretched open. I couldn’t stop myself and, with one deep thrust, I sent the entire length of my cock deep into Julie’s wet vagina. I heard my wife’s friend gasp loudly as I bottomed out, and smiled. Not for the first time in my life I was thankful for being blessed with a decent sized weapon. “Oh, let me see those beautiful tits!” Julie suddenly shouted at my wife. “Get them right out and play with them, Geri!” As I began fucking the lovely Julie from behind, I was treated to the wonderful sight of my wife’s large firm breasts as she pulled them out of the top of her dress. Geri smiled as she dangled them over her friend’s face, teasing her by allowing the nipples to fall a fraction of an inch above her mouth. Julie gasped again as I rammed up into her and strained her neck to suck one of Geri’s nipples. I could feel her pussy gripping my tool delightfully and was certain that she would cum very soon. Geri could also sense her friends’ approaching climax and quickly rubbed her very stiff nipples all over Julie’s face. It was enough. With a long mournful groan and a squeal of lust, the young woman beneath me suddenly tensed up and started shaking so violently that I had to grip her hips tightly to keep myself inside her. Her back arched away from me and pushed her butt into my groin impaling herself and keeping my cock in a vice-like grip. But I was well under control now and knew I could hold out for a while yet. “I need to cum now!” my wife cried as her girlfriend eventually came down from her orgasm. “Let’s change position.” This was fine with me. I was happy to let the girls lead the situation and find out where they were taking me. I stood up and watched as Geri lay back down on the sofa. Her dress was rumpled and the top wide open allowing her tits to pour out. She had already kicked off her shoes and quickly pulled the bottom if her dress up to her waist. She spread her legs in an obscene pose indicating that she had not worn panties either. “Eat me!” She screamed. “For Christ’s sake, Julie, eat my pussy out!” The young woman seemed more than happy to oblige and I stared, open mouthed, as another female crouched between my wife’s splayed legs and began to feast greedily on her moist vagina. Geri was pawing at her own breasts, eyes shut and clearly almost peaking. I could see her toes starting to curl and knew that she was on the verge of a massive orgasm. It was time for me as well, I reckoned, and I knew what I wanted. Straddling my wife’s prone body I placed my hard erection in the valley of her deep cleavage. The touch of my cock on her skin obviously came just at the right time and, with a howl of lust and a muffled cry from Julie, my wife erupted in an orgasmic frenzy. As her body shook and trembled, I humped my cock between her heaving breasts. She knew exactly how to maximise the sensitivity and proceeded to squeeze the ripe mounds tightly around my thrusting shaft. It was more than I could take. My balls tightened into a knot and the head of my tool exploded as a torrent of sperm spewed forth and coated my wife’s neck in a wet necklace. I groaned deeply as a second onslaught poured out and, with one more thrust between those beautiful mounds of pleasure, I released a series of jets that left Geri with my cum trickling from her chin. For a while, the three of us lay cuddled together on the sofa. I was happy enough just to let my hands stroke gently over the warm skin of Geri and Julie’s thighs but I knew that someone had to speak soon. “Well, I guess you got the part, Julie!” I said finally. “What? Oh, that. Yes, um, thanks, Frank.” I was confused again. Now not an uncommon occurrence. It was my wife that broke the awkward silence. “We have a little confession to make.” She murmured sheepishly. Her big blue eyes looking up into mine. “Julie’s already got a job. A very good job in a bank. She’s not an actress at all.” “What? I don’t ..” “We’ve been seeing each other for a few weeks now…well, fucking, you know! Julie’s never been with a man before and I said I thought she’d like it. We made a bet. I won!” I was almost speechless but the girls were obviously waiting for my response. I’d been used; but not unlike some women have been used for centuries, I guessed. I had to say something, but what could I say? I laughed. A hollow empty sound but I was trying to retain some sense of my masculinity. “Any time, ladies,” I cried. “Any time you want to make another bet I’m all yours!” “Maybe next time we could make a movie?” Julia asked with a grin. “You did say I’d be good in a film and, after all, you are a producer!” The End The Producer: Harder Than It Looks ***Have you ever wondered about those guys that run your favorite porn site? How did they get started? It all starts with a good plan*** I should start out by telling you a little bit about myself. I am your average, everyday guy, who up until a year ago had a Nine to Five job in a large company. I had been at the company for almost ten years and had not even seen it coming. I came into work one morning to find the locks changed on my office, and a termination notice taped to the door. I look back on it now and realize how surreal it was. The day actually happened to be my ten-year anniversary, but instead of a gold watch, I got a pink slip. To say that I was bummed out would have been an understatement, but luckily that depression soon changed to anger. Who the fuck did they think they were? Did they think they could just dump me like a bag of garbage and get away with it? I must tell you that I was so pissed off that I was seeing red, and do you know what I did about it? Nothing. That's right, I didn't do a thing. I'm not a crazy former employee with visions of mutilated executives dancing in my head. I'm just that average guy who just got fucked over by the system we've come to loathe. I won't go into any more about what happened. Let's just say it was a very unhappy time for me. I did all of the things I could in order to minimize the damage. I cut down on my living expenses, sold a few useless items that were lying around my condo and filed for unemployment benefits. Now of course I was also looking for a job, I was not too enthused about a market that wasn't enthused about me. It was within those months of unemployed limbo that I found out just how faithful my girlfriend was. Beth and I had planned on getting married, which I thought meant that we were somewhat committed to each other. Boy was I wrong. I wasn't out of work for two months when she dumped me on my ass. It probably had something to do with me suggesting that she cut down on all of the lavish wedding plans that I would be paying for. Did I really need to pay almost two thousand dollars for white doves? She thought so, but I didn't. Either way, it worked out for the best. After canceling all of the wedding plans, I received a nice amount in refunds on what I had already paid. Of course I lost some of the money in service charges, which is something I will never understand. How the fuck should you get anything, you didn't actually provide a service? Anyway, I was surfing the Internet for porn one day and came across a website that I found quite tasty. The girls were cute, but natural and I quickly downloaded everything I could before the Webmaster found me using a hacked password. Needless to say, I leeched the site pretty quickly. It was while I was watching a young hottie wrestle with some monster cock that I had an epiphany. I saw the answer to all of my problems between the cuties greasy cunt flaps. If these guys could do this then why couldn't I? I decided right there that I was going to make porn. I wanted to do things right. I compiled a profitability study, created a business model and researched my targeted audience. The task was difficult but well worth it. After a lot of sweating and drinking, I managed to finish everything in just under an hour. I scoured the web and found a few modeling agencies that handled adult models. I called a few, and their prices almost derailed my train. I sat back and drank a glass of iced tea, since I think better that way. Of course I kept cruising the Internet for porn while I was thinking, and of course it helped me come up with a new plan. I came across a few reality sites and decided that was the course of action that I would take. After all, one must be flexible in the business world. After a few more teas, and a few more hours of porn, I was ready. My first stop was the local hardware store, where I picked up enough lighting equipment to handle anywhere I wanted to shoot. The next stop was the local rental shop. I had never used such a place before, but knew it would be better to rent the cameras than buy them. I wanted to reduce how much money I would be out if my little plan failed. I've seen enough pictures and behind the scenes vignettes in movies to know that I needed a few items to spice up my condo. I stopped at a fabric store and picked up a few yards of colored fabric, as well as white to help alter the décor if needed. I finally stopped at a sex shop to pick up a few toys, and this stop was the most expensive. There were too many cool gadgets to choose from, so I bought as many as possible. I set up everything I needed at the condo and headed out to find some talent. I will admit that the first evening was pretty rough. There really is no set way how to ask a gal if she wants to get naked and fuck. I started off by hitting the bars, but a few drinks were the only things I was picking up. The lure of easy money didn't mean anything to these gals. It was apparent that most of them were more interested in getting their hooks into a guy who would be a full time sucker. Hello Beth! Are you reading this? Bitch. So, I was just about ready to give up when I spotted this girl in the corner of the bar. She was dressed casually, but not expensive like the other barflies. Her jeans didn't have a designer label and her hair didn't look like she had it done at a salon. Further inspection showed that her nails were unpainted and uneven, further lending proof that she was different than the rest of the crowd. She was staring out of the window while drinking a beer as I approached the table. "Hi, I'm Jim. Can I join you?" I asked her. Looking back, I realize that it was my honest approach that hooked her. I was tired of searching and wasn't in the mood for playing games. "Sure." She said. Her voice was pleasant and genuine. She introduced herself as Taylor and somehow the name fit. I was about ready to launch into my routine when she stopped me. "Are you some guy looking for a one night stand, or are you trying to find a girl to star in our latest production?" She asked bluntly between sips of her beer. Fuck. This looked like it was going to turn into another dead end. I hoped I could still return the sex toys. After all, I had made sure to keep them sealed in the packages. I shrugged and laughed at how screwed up this had turned out. Maybe I should have spent two hours in planning. "It's not my latest feature but my first, and from the looks of things it will be my last." I said honestly. I was prepared for the brush off that I had received all night, but Taylor began to laugh. "Your in the wrong neighborhood if your searching for a girl looking to make a quick buck. Most of these corporate bitches only fuck a guy to get him on the hook or to keep him on it." She said. I was put at ease by her manner, but I was still unsure whether I had found my girl. Taylor was an average brunette, but I could definitely see fucking her until her box ached. Her tits were about the size of large oranges, and had enough sag to prove that they were the real deal. "I hope you don't mind me asking, but have you ever done any model work?" I asked. I was digging her, but I wasn't going to spend the rest of the night trying to get her. It turned out that Taylor had done a few pictures and videos before, but nothing that had seen the light of day. They had all been done with a few former boyfriends, who she said lacked enough motivation to do anything with the material. There was also the fact that her past lovers had been far from good at photography. Most of what they did was blurry and out of focus. With this knowledge, I got down to business. "I'm looking for a girl to shoot a couple of scenes. No real stories, just a bit of solo sex with toys and some posing. I'm just starting out, so the fee is not that big, but I can work something out to give you money after the website is up." I told her. I wanted to lay the whole package on the table. Taylor mulled over what I said before answering. "What kind of toys, and how much up front?" she asked. This was the farthest I had gotten all night, and I was getting stoked. "I can pay three hundred up front. I bought a variety of toys, so you can choose which ones you want to use." I explained. "What about contact? What are you expecting?" I hadn't really thought about it before. I had always assumed that I would get a shot at the girls I was filming, but now that I realized how that could affect the financial side of things. "That's totally up to you." I said with my hands out in front of me. I must have looked pretty comical, because Taylor started to laugh again. "We'll see how I feel about things once we get going. You've been pretty honest with me." She said. "Where do you want to do this?" I explained that I had a condo not too far away and had set it up for the shoot. I didn't know whether she needed a chance to go home, so I wrote my address and telephone number on a napkin. She took it and called a friend on her cell phone. She told whomever it was where she was going and that she would be home late. It turned out to be her roommate, and I was glad because I really didn't want to be on some jealous husbands hit list. Taylor was chatty as we drove to my place, and I learned quite a bit about her. She was a senior in college, and had been so for the past four years. She did temp work to pay the bills and was up front in explaining that the extra money from my video-shoot would come in handy. "It seems like we can really help each other out. I lost my job and my fiancée all in one month, and this website is my shot at creating my own business. I'll pay you five hundred dollars for tonight, and ten percent from the profit of the video for a year." I offered. The amount of money was much lower than what I would have paid an agency, but I did think that the money from the sales could make up for that. Taylor turned out to be better at sorting things out than I was. "That's not bad, but I think we will need to have more material than just tonight in order to produce a tape that people will want. We'll definitely need more footage in order for you to start a website." She explained. I was quickly seeing the potholes in my plan. This was once again turning into something more difficult than I had planned. "Why don't we shoot enough material for two videos? We'll need at least four hours of video. We can also supplement the site with pictures. If we start the site with the pictures, and a few video clips, you can update it twice a week and still have enough material to allow you time to get other models." She explained. Taylor amazed me. It was my idea, but she had quickly and professionally laid out a blueprint for my business. "Of course, I'll need one thousand up front instead of five hundred. We can keep the back end just as it is." She added nonchalantly. This girl knew her stuff. After a pitch like that, there was no way that I could turn her down. One thousand dollars up front was still better than what I would have to pay an agency, and her counsel was priceless. We had agreed to the terms of the deal by the time we reached the condo, and I was once again excited about the project. I have to admit that I was thrilled to be getting the project started, but I was also excited to see what Taylor had to offer. Business is business as the saying goes, but I'm still a guy. Taylor had become more attractive as we talked, and I was beginning to believe that there might be something to this philosophy I had heard about women. A friend once told me that a woman with a great personality was more attractive than a pretty woman with a bitch complex. It seemed to be proving true with Taylor. I wished I had come to the realization a few years ago. Are you still here Beth? I fixed a pitcher of Iced Tea and arranged the lights while Taylor worked on her make up in the bathroom. I didn't want to shoot the usual bedroom scene, and opted instead for filming in the living room. I had nice leather couch that was perfect. I drew the curtains to block out the streetlights and set the toys I had purchased on an end table. "Okay, where do you want me to be?" Taylor asked as she came from the bathroom. "Let's start out with you sitting on the couch." I replied. I was in the process of setting up the cameras, and didn't even look up at her. I didn't get a look at her until I tested the focus on one of the cameras. To say that I was pleasantly surprised would be an understatement. Taylor was sitting on the couch with her legs drawn beneath her and an award-winning smile on her face. My earlier assessment had been right on target. Her skin was pale, and her perfect-sized breasts were capped with large, bright pink nipples. As happy as I was with the situation, the twitching of my cock proved that it was even more so. "Wow, you look great." I said as I finished aligning the other cameras. I was shooting with five cameras, and I didn't find one bad angle. I have to admit that my website was the furthest thing from my mind. I was hoping, or better yet, praying that I would get to do more than film her. "I put the toys on the table, so you can decide which ones you want to use." I told her. I tried not to stare as she hopped off of the sofa and rummaged through the things I had bought. She picked a few items and put them aside, but kept looking as if expecting something else. "Did you get any lube?" she asked. I cringed. I had not thought about lubrication. Don't all the women in the porn industry getting wet as a river when their ready to shoot? I'm not an idiot, just forgetful. My mind quickly ran through the options. I knew I had cooking oil and butter in the kitchen, but I didn't think that Taylor would appreciate it. Luckily, I remembered the time that Beth had given me permission to try and fuck her in the ass. It was a disaster to say the least, but I had bought a tube of KY-Jelly for the occasion. I went to the bathroom and searched the medicine cabinet. I came back to the room, brandishing the tube in triumphant glory. "I hope this will do." I said as I handed her the tube. "This is fine, but we'll need a cup of warm water as well. This stuff dries up quickly and the water will help dilute it. I think we'll also need a few hand towels for clean up." Taylor instructed. I retrieved a cup of water from the kitchen and the towels from the linen closet as she opened her toys of choice. Taylor repositioned herself on the sofa and we were ready to begin. "I was thinking that this would be a masturbation scene. I'll start out sitting and after a while, I'll change positions. I'll give you time between each position f you want to adjust the cameras." She said. Hey, it all made since to me. I wasn't having a problem with things, but she stopped and let out a deep breath. "I'm sorry if I'm being bossy. This is your shoot." She said, apologizing. "Hey, you're helping me out here. Don't worry about it. I wouldn't have thought of half of the things you've told me." I told her. Taylor's smile returned. "Okay, but let me know what you want me to do while I'm playing. It really gets me going when someone tells me what to do." She said. I agreed, and switch on the cameras. Taylor started off by lubing her pussy. She made a long show of opening the tube, and lining one of her fingers with the slippery grease. I was so involved with watching her that I almost forgot to grab the digital camera. Luckily, I was in time to get a few close shots of her spreading the lube between her lips. She slowly rubbed the cream into her slit and her lips gradually spread like a flower. Taylor eventually began working her finger deeper, and I found myself holding my breath as she delved further into that pink treasure. I had never seen a pussy as pink or as smooth as that. Wait a minute. Did I forget to mention that she was clean-shaven? Her pussy was free of any hair, which only helped to magnify its bright color. I was glad that I hadn't skimped on the equipment, and had purchased as much memory for the cameras that I could. I quickly filled an entire card as I watched her worked her pussy open. Taylor smiled the entire time stretched herself open. She was eventually sliding three fingers into her slit all the way up to her knuckles. At one point, she pulled her fingers out and I could have shot my load. Her cunt splayed open like a pink flower, and I could see deep into her chute. I snapped picture after picture while she spoke for the camera and I. "Look at how wet my pussy is. Do you like open it is? Don't you want to slide your stiff cock deep inside? Don't you want to fuck me?" she crooned. "Hell yeah." I said in a whisper and without thinking. Taylor broke into a fit of giggles. "If everyone responds to this video like you, then I think we'll make a lot of money." She said. I smiled to try and hide my embarrassment. It wasn't like this kind of thing was an everyday occurrence for me. I have had my share of women, but I have never seen such an intimate view so soon after meeting them. Taylor waited for me to take a few more pictures and take some close up video before reaching for the toys. The first thing she selected was a clear glass dildo. My eye had been immediately attracted to it in the store. It had a small but powerful light inside that not only made the shaft glow, but also beamed out of the thick head like a flashlight. I got back to work as she turned on the light. She ran her hand up and down the smooth shaft and then slowly licked the head. The light from the dildo lit up her face and highlighted her tongue as it swiped across the surface. At that time, I had never wanted to be an inanimate object as much as I wanted to be that dildo. I didn't care about having light shooting out of my head, but to be licked by that tongue would be heaven. I was having a hell of a time trying to hold everything together. I really didn't care about the guys who would be watching the video. This girl was driving me crazy like no other ever had. No Beth, not even you. I was almost relieved when she stopped licking the glass. She slid it slowly past her breasts and down her stomach, finally coming to rest against her clit. A second cameraman would have come in handy, but I was lucky that she was taking things slowly. I shuffled back and forth between the still and the video camera trying to get everything. Taylor toyed with her clit for a while, and gave me time for some excellent shots. These shots were priceless, and I was already getting a thought on how to use them. "So what do you want me to do next?" Taylor asked, and the question caught me off guard. "I guess...whatever you want." I replied. I was so wrapped up in what was going on that I had no clue what to do. Taylor kept toying with her clit, but didn't do anything else. "I think I've made enough of the decisions until now. It's your turn." She said with that sweet smile. It had come to my attention that instead of just having the cameras filming from different angles, I could set them to be zoomed in on different zones of her body. I was hurriedly making the adjustments as I tried to decide what she should do. "Why don't you slide the dildo inside?" I finally decided. "I could." she said as she started rubbing the head between her slick lips. "Do you want me to push this into my cunt? Do you want to see me pussy swallow the whole thing?" She asked, and I could tell from her tone that she was getting excited. "Yeah. Play with your hole first, I want to see inside that sweet pussy." I told her. I was so glad that I had figured out a solution for the cameras, as it gave me more time to concentrate on Taylor. I moved as close as I could without coming into view of the cameras and knelt with the digital camera. The Producer: Harder Than It Looks Taylor was slow to burn as she teased the glass cock along her slit. Every time she seemed poised to plunge it into her slippery hole, she would pull it away. She knew I hanging on her every move and the way she licked her lips and smiled at me proved it. She was enjoying making me sweat, and it was sweet. The light from the dildo was shining directly into her hole and it was an amazing view. She slid her free hand down and spread her lips and gave me one last glimpse before she speared her cunt on the thick piece of glass. Taylor hadn't been very vocal up until this point, but she let out a heavy sigh as she filled her cunt. I watched in awe as she steadily pushed the toy until only the tip was peaking out. The next thing that happened was one of the hottest things I have ever seen. The shot has become a standard for my films, but at the time, I had never seen anything like it. Taylor's hands were rubbing her thighs, and I heard her grunt as she bore down. She squeezed the dildo with her pussy and it slowly pushed out of her cunt. The glass was streaked with the slime from deep in her cunt and it looked as if she were birthing the baby of some strange alien. The dildo paused with just the head inside before she pushed it out with a final heave. My cock was as hard as an iron pipe. I didn't bother choosing any shots, and I just held the shutter button and let the camera fly. Her cunt, that wet, pink cunt was gaping open with a thick strand of cream oozing from the bottom. "Finger yourself. See how many fingers you can get inside your pussy." I told her. Later, when I reviewed the tape, I laughed at my voice. I sounded like a schoolboy that had been given control over the world. My voice was full of excitement and there was a deep undertone of lust. Taylor was also breathing hard by this point and her face was an open book. She didn't waste any time in try just one finger. She pushed three fingers up her cunt and began jamming them in and out at a frantic pace. "That's it, fuck yourself! Slam that pussy!" I instructed. I was quickly getting into calling the shots. I could have never done something like this with Beth. After all, she might have broken a nail. Taylor on the other hand had no such hang ups. She was slamming her fingers into her cunt with such force that her legs were shaking from the effort. She was grunting with every thrust and her face was twisted into the prettiest mask of agony. "Do you want to see me come? Do You?" She asked as if she needed to. "Fuck yes! Come for me baby. I want to see your fingers dripping with that sweet pussy juice!" I said encouraging her. Taylor was on the edge of what would turn out to be an explosive orgasm. Her little finger had joined the other three and she was tearing at her cunt so savagely that I was afraid that she would tear herself open before climaxing. Whether it was the feeling of fullness, the pain or just the sheer act of fucking herself on film, Taylor finally began to orgasm. Her free hand slammed down onto the sofa like was being tortured and a scream pierced my ears. I could only watch, open mouthed as came. She ground her hand into her cunt like she was trying to break through a wall. Her voice escaped her as quickly as it came and her lips moved soundlessly. This went on for almost a full minute before she ripped her hand from her slit as if it were electrified. She gulped for air and her hair lay matted against her sweaty face. Her cunt was open even wider than before, and the amount of cunt cream flowing from her was incredible. Taylor gave me a look that was smoldering. Her smile was pure wickedness as she lifted her hand up. It was coated with her girl juice. She held it up in front of her face and slowly spread her fingers, letting the thick strands cling to them like spider webs. "I'll save some for you next time." She said through heavy breaths as she tilted her head back and hung her hand over her mouth. I was dumbfounded as the seconds ticked away and a heavy clot of cream began to form. The large dollop was at least a tablespoon in volume before it broke free. Taylor caught the slimy drop on her tongue and showed it to the camera before swallowing it down. She then began the task of licking each finger clean. Her red tongue was unbelievable, and my shorts were sticky from the load of precum that was still oozing from my cock. Most girls that I know would have been wiped out from a climax like that, but Taylor seemed to have more energy than before. Once her hand was relatively clean, she grabbed another one of the toys. This time, she selected the glass butt plug and coated it with lube. I was happy with her choice and became even more so as she began working the tip into the center of her rosebud. After a few minutes, the plug was sliding easily into her ass. She stopped and let me know that she was going to change positions. Taylor pulled herself up to sit on the back of the sofa, which allowed her to spread her ass cheeks even wider. "I'll hold on for a few if you want to reposition the cameras." She told me. I did exactly that, and managed to get some awesome angles. I gave her a signal once I was done, and Taylor wasted no time in getting back down to business. I snapped a few close up photos of the plug as it rested in her ass, just before Taylor began to slowly remove it. The red ring of her ass was sealed tight around the thin base of the plug, but it turned pink as it stretched over the fatter part of the retreating plug. Taylor yelped when the plug popped free, and I quickly zoomed in to catch a shot of her gaping ass. I ground my teeth to keep from making a sound, as I looked deep into her ass. I grabbed one of the camcorders to get some more footage and was amazed by what happened next. Taylor performed a balancing act as she lifted her legs upward and slid her arms around them. She slipped a finger from each hand into her still open ass and tugged the opening even wider. She relaxed her fingers and slid them in deeper before pulling again and opening her ass even wider. "Oh shit." I said. I have seen a lot of stuff before, but nothing like this. I could see at least four inches into her ass, and could see the walls pulsating from the activity. She held herself open for a few minutes before pulling her fingers free and resting her feet against the back of the sofa. I watched the entire time as her asshole slowly closed. It looked like a pink and red star, and pulsed with every beat of her heart. "I am fucking worn out." Taylor told me. Her entire body was slick with sweat and her crotch was a sticky mess of lube and cunt cream. She slid off of the sofa and grabbed the towel. I was amazed at her performance and knew that with footage like this, my site was going to be a big hit. I was a bit confused when she dropped the folded towel on the floor instead of wiping herself off. She positioned herself on her knees and motioned at me with her finger. "That bulge in your pants looks pretty inviting. Why don't you set things up for one last scene and I'll take care of it?" She said. So, seeing how my momma didn't raise a fool, I got the cameras set in record time. I balanced one unit on my shoulder for some point of view action and eagerly took my place in front of her. Taylor unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants and shorts in no time. My cock was drooling and she ran a thumb through the thick bead that dangled from the slit. My cock jumped from the attention, and she giggled. The genuine enthusiasm she showed made her all the sexier. It was apparent that this woman liked to play and was enjoying what she was doing. I can't stand when a woman makes you feel that she's doing you a favor by having sex with you. I used to know someone like that. But for the life of me, I can't remember her name. I almost dropped the camera when Taylor leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of my cock. She didn't take it any deeper than that, but the suction she was applying was amazing. I actually felt her siphoning the cum out of me and was both excited and tickled as her tongue flicked against the slit. She pulled away with a loud smack and looked up at me as she licked her lips. "I'm pretty good at giving head, but I love it when a guy takes control and makes my take all of his hot cock." She said in a tone that was impossibly sluttish. She was giving a stellar performance as she looked directly into the camera. I didn't want to disappoint her, but it's beyond difficult to truly fuck a girl's mouth while holding on to a camcorder. But, not wanting to disappoint her, I gave it the old college try. I slid my free hand behind her head and ran my fingers through her hair until I had enough to hold on to. Taylor gasped and her eyes lit up when I tugged her head back for a good shot of her pretty face. She had dropped her hands and I could see that she was once again strumming her clit. She kept her mouth open in anticipation as I lowered her head. I could feel the heat of her breath on my dick and couldn't wait any longer. I slowly slid my cock into her mouth, and she purred like a cat. I had the perverse desire to test how far she would go, and did not stop moving. I was sure she would pull away when I reached the back of her throat, but she surprised me. Taylor nodded her head as best as she with her mouth wrapped around my dick. I pushed again, and met some resistance, but either my cock bent slightly or her throat did, but I soon felt the head slide past her tonsils. Taylor heaved, but I kept pushing, and she kept making approving sounds. I eventually stopped with my balls pressed tightly to her chin. Her throat was convulsing as her body tried to clear her throat, but her mouth was sucking as strong as before. Tears were leaking from the corner of her eyes, but she wouldn't let me pull away. I finally made the move to withdraw, and she frantically sucked in air as her throat cleared. "Oh yeah, fuck my mouth. Make me suck it all!" She growled. How can express the magic of her words. How could any guy refuse such a request? I lined my up cock with her mouth and drove in. She gagged and sputtered as my cock hit the back of her throat and then drove down her throat. I pulled back a few inches and drove in again, while holding her hair to keep her in place. Now this was something that I had seen before but had never had the pleasure of doing. I recommend it to every guy out there. It took me a while to get the proper rhythm, but I eventually found it. Taylor didn't try to keep from gagging, and her mouth was soon full of the thick spit that my cock was churning from her throat. I could see a thick rope of it hanging from the side of her mouth, but it wouldn't be until later when I reviewed the tape that I would appreciate how much it was. She gurgled at every thrust and while she furiously rubbed her clit with one hand, she pulled my ass toward her with the other. It was an experience that I wish would have lasted longer, but there was no way that I could hold out for more. I could feel my cock swelling in that final few seconds before blowing my load. I pulled her hair hard and slammed my cock down her throat in one final thrust. Taylor screamed as best as she could as I held her there. Her tears had caused her mascara to run, giving her a gothic appearance and she choked on my length. I felt the first rush of cum as it pulsed down my shaft and pulled out of her throat. I was just in time to dump the first shot of my load at the back of her mouth. Taylor jerked her head forward with a force that caught me off guard, and I got the message. I slid my cock back into her throat as the second shot was shooting out. She gagged as my dick forced the thick wad down her throat and didn't have time to recover before the third and fourth shots came. I pulled out again and she coughed up the thick load, but I slid my cock in before she could spit it out. I made a few more thrusts before finally releasing her mouth. I kept filming as she let the sticky mess flow out of her mouth and down her chin, and finished with her wiping her chin. All I wanted at that point was to sit down and catch my breath, but I didn't want to be an ass. I sat the camera down on its tripod and pulled my shorts and pants up. I retrieved one of the clean towels and returned to Taylor who was still on the floor trying to catch her breath. "Here, let me wipe you up a bit, and you can take a shower when you're ready." I told Taylor as I knelt down in front of her. She let me wipe her face clear of the sweat, spit and sperm. The towel was barely enough for the job. "I hope I didn't get too rough. I thought that was what you were indicating for me to do." I explained. She hadn't complained yet, but I had never been so rough with a woman before. "No, don't worry about that. It was perfect. I like it rough sometimes, and I think that will be one killer video." She explained with that same smile. I didn't think it was possible for a woman to keep becoming more beautiful, but Taylor kept doing it. I let her rest for a few before helping her up. I placed a bath towel in the bathroom and cleaned up the living room as she showered. It was only eleven at night, but it felt as if we had been filming the entire night. I fixed a couple of sandwiches and paired them with chips as I waited for Taylor. She came into the living room with only the white towel wrapped around her and gratefully accepted the snack. "Sex always makes me hungry." She said between mouthfuls. "I think I'll need a few hours before filming again. I need to gather my energy." I didn't have a problem with that. I didn't think that I could film her too soon. I didn't think that I could survive another performance without breaking down and fucking her on the spot. The expression on my face must have told her exactly what I was thinking, because she blushed a deep crimson. It was funny and charming all at the same time. She had just performed some of the most explicit acts in front of and with me, yet she was blushing at what I might be thinking. "That look tells me that you have more on your mind than filming. Am I right?" She asked. "I'm sorry about that. I know it's not very professional, but I can't help it." I said, and it was my turn to be embarrassed. "Maybe we can finish shooting tomorrow and have a bit of slower paced fun after we rest?" She offered. Now what we did the rest of the night is personal, so I won't go into details. After all, I'm just telling you about how I started my business. No businessman creates his own competition, but there is enough space for all of you aspiring producers. If a guy like me can do it, then anyone can. What I will tell you is that the site was, and is a huge success. Taylor was my first model and continues to be the most popular. She was invaluable at pointing out the small and important things that I overlooked. She helps in every aspect of our films, from camerawork to editing and designing the video packages. The close up shots of her open holes have become Internet classics. When the morning came around, and we had both had a few hours of sleep, I discovered that she had not changed. Sleepy-eyed, tousled hair and all, she still looked great. I guess the thought came to me that morning, but maybe it was there the first moment I met her. Either way, it didn't take long for me make her my partner, and my wife. I won't say the name of my website because I'm not looking for free publicity, but if you look hard enough and get hard enough, you just may have found it. **If you like the story or not, please leave feedback. I'm open to honest reviews, both good and bad. Come on now. I'm waiting...***