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Adults Only - Fiction - Copyright 2011 Rachael Ross - Made for Less

Codes: M/f, Interracial, First, Exhibitionism
Synopsis: A 15yo girl sets off on the road to stardom when she begins making pornographic commercials for the internet.

Note: Wendy White is my best friend's name, so I used it without permission.

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 The Emperor's New Condom
       by rache

I couldn't keep doing the Sears catalogue, not if I wanted to be somebody someday, or something. I had to keep moving up, that's what my agent kept saying. Since he was also my dad, I pretty much listened to him, but this seemed kind of weird.

"A condom commercial?" I giggled because condom struck me as a funny word. I'd never actually seen one in my life.

"Commercial," he agreed. "That's the key word. It's a big step, Wendy."

"I'm only fifteen," I reminded him, whispering because I didn't want the waiter to take my glass of champagne away. "You think it's okay?"

"Twelve hundred dollars for a day's work?" Daddy grinned. "It sounds pretty okay to me, Princess."

"Yeah, but...Condoms?" I made an eek! face.

"You'll get some good exposure," he said. "It'll run on a half-dozen cable channels, coast-to-coast. Everybody will see you."

"Everybody?" I thought about my friends at school.

"Once they see how good you look, how well you can act, the phone will be ringing off the hook."

"What if I screw it up though?" I wondered, picking at my salad. "I just want to keep modeling."

"This is modeling," Daddy told me. "You're just doing it on TV, that's all."

"Maybe." I sipped some champagne to hide my nervousness.

"A little internet exposure won't hurt either."

"Internet?"

"It's complicated," Daddy said, reaching for my hand. "You trust me, right?"

"Of course I do."

"We're really going to make it," he promised. "I can tell. A little television, some internet...Maybe even some movies."

"Right!" I giggled, and that bubbly wine tasted good.

"We don't even have to go to Hollywood," my father told me. "Destiny will come to us, Wendy. We're a team."

I grinned at his words and I wondered if he wasn't a little drunk himself, but I did love my Daddy terribly. I trusted him, too. I hadn't been lying about that. After my mom had left us, we only had each other, for better or worse.

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Actually, we met destiny on a small sound stage on the Disney lot in Studio City. If it seemed strange doing a condom commercial behind a door with Mickey Mouse on it, nobody said anything. Probably because they were too busy.

"Wendy? I'm Mike," a man said, giving my hand a weak squeeze. "Wardrobe and makeup is over there, Shelly's gonna take care of you. Who are you? Her manager? Sit over there. Want some water or anything? What's he doing? Hey! What the fuck are you doing, man?"

Mike wasn't very old and seemed more than a little hyper. He left to talk to some lighting guy and I followed his vague directions to find Shelly. Daddy wanted to find someone in charge, and I'd been a model for awhile, so none of these seemed particularly bothersome. Photoshoots can be pretty crazy sometimes.

"Let's get you out of those clothes and into this," Shelly said, holding up a flesh colored bikini.

A very small bikini, like the dental floss kind, and I only widened my eyes. Soon enough, I did as she told me, however, undressing with only a pinch of self-conscious embarrassment. I hadn't expected to get naked in front of anyone, but what choice did I have?

"Hmmm...No hair, that's nice," she decided, staring at my crotch. "How old are you?"

I bit my lip as the woman fixed my bikini bottoms. The part covering my pussy formed a triangle smaller than the palm of my hand. The rest of it didn't exist. I felt super self-conscious about my naked butt as she pulled the string between my cheeks. Like she was giving me a wedgie, sort of, and I blushed as I felt the string tight against my tiny butt hole.

"Fifteen huh?" Shelly smiled and fixed my top next. "Good age for it. You look older though."

I watched as she tugged the triangular cups into place, covering my plump nipples. They were about the size of my thumb, the bikini cups, I mean, and I thought I looked kind of obscene. My boobs were right there! Not covered up at all. Especially since the bikini matched my complexion pretty well. Not perfectly of course, but from more than ten feet away I probably looked seriously naked.

She kept talking while she did my makeup. I tried to ignore how totally exposed my body was as people would walk in and out of the room. They were mostly men, older like my dad, and I had to sit very still in the chair while they looked at me. I mean, they didn't stare, but they were talking to me, so...They looked at me, taking in my dark hair and grey-blue eyes, my pretty face and slender body. Men always looked at me and I always tried not to notice.

Mostly they were worried about my lines, but I'd memorized everything I had to say. It wasn't much acting, no matter what Daddy said, unless you counted the fact that I had to look happy, sexy, beautiful, and comfortable being mostly naked in front of a bunch of strangers. That was acting!

"Curt!" Shelly looked up from my lips with a smile. "Go ahead and change. Grab that banana sling over there."

I saw him in the mirror, my co-star or whatever, and nobody had told me he'd be a big handsome black body builder guy. I'm basically white as snow and he looked as black as Africa. That's not racist, is it? I'm not really prejudiced or anything, but...Why was he black? Or, why did they want a white girl for my role? An interracial condom commercial?

He smiled at my reflection just before pulling his t-shirt over his head. I stared at his ripped body. I mean, the guy looked like he'd been chiseled out of stone. Curt knew it, too. He liked showing off and wasn't even a little shy. When he took off his pants, he took off everything, pushing his underwear down his muscular thighs at the same time. I probably looked pretty stupid staring at his dick the way I did, but it looked huge and it wasn't even hard or anything.

"First time?" Shelly asked, smiling like we were sharing a moment or something.

"W-What?" I tore my eyes off the mirror, blushing hard.

"Not all black guys are hung like horses," she whispered, "but that one is."

"Oh! I didn't...I mean, I wasn't...Uh..."

"There! All done," she decided, spinning me around so that I had no choice but to stare at the guy. "Curt, meet Wendy. Having problems?"

"These Speedos are too small," he complained. "Look at that. There's no way my shit's gonna fit in that bag, Shelly."

The man held up a swimsuit, one of those small nylon kind that most men probably shouldn't wear. It did look tiny compared to him, especially when my eyes wandered lower to stare at his huge cock. It just sort of arched outward like a chocolate rainbow, not hard, but not exactly soft either. It looked thick, too. I mean, it looked as big around as a soda can to me and as he moved, I could see his balls hanging low and heavy, and they looked huge as well.

"Go out on set, sweetie," Shelly told me. "Don't mess up your hair."

The set turned out to be a large bed with a lot of lights and cameras around it. A screen had been placed behind it, a giant photograph of bay windows overlooking a moonlit beach. It was supposed to be romantic and I'd read the script, such as it was.

Scene one:

MAN and WOMAN are on a bed. They are kissing passionately.

MAN - I don't want to wait. I love you, baby.

WOMAN - I love you too, but I'm not protected. What if I get pregnant?

MAN - Don't worry about it.

MAN reaches under a pillow. MAN holds up an empty condom packet.

MAN - See? I've got it covered.

WOMAN - (looking down at MAN's penis) Oh! It's so thin! I can't believe you're wearing a condom!

MAN - That's what they all say.

MAN pushes with hips. WOMAN arches her back, moaning with pleasure. Fade out.

Scene two:

MAN and WOMAN cuddling on a bed after sex. They are smiling at each other.

WOMAN - That felt amazing! I'm so wet! Were you really wearing a condom?

MAN looks up, smiling, winks at camera. Fade to logo as WOMAN laughs seductively.

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"...and then we show the Emperor's Condom logo, get Squeaky to say 'MicroSheath! She'll never know the difference!' and a million college kids run to the store." Bill, the producer, looked around the table. "Any questions?"

He'd wanted to do a read through. Just to make sure we were all on the same one page, or something. I'd been blushing the whole time, especially when the Director, Stan, wanted to hear me moan and giggle on cue.

"Seductive laugh?" I rolled my eyes. "Um...tee-hee-hee...like that?"

"We'll work on it," he decided, which apparently meant he'd keep making me do it until I got it right.

"Let's go!" Bill clapped his hands. "We've only got one day, people. Let's do this thing!"

"Places, everybody!" Stan said. "You're on the bed, Wendy. Lose the robe first. Where's my coffee?"

Curt and I were both wearing bathrobes and we hadn't really had a chance to introduce ourselves yet. I was a little shocked when he climbed on the bed completely naked. What happened to the Speedo banana hammock thing he was supposed to be wearing?

"Uh..." I swallowed hard, staring at his long, black dick as it lay across his left thigh.

"Are you okay, Princess?" Daddy asked, surprising me with a hug. I jerked my eyes away and blushed.

"Yeah," I said. "I'm fine, but...He's naked!"

"It's just acting," he told me. "You can do this. You're going to be a big star someday, right?"

"Um..." I shrugged. "Maybe."

"There's no maybe about it," Daddy said, kissing my cheek and squeezing me. I was glad I hadn't taken off my robe yet.

"I couldn't come up with a anything that would work," Shelly told me. "I could probably tape him, if you're uncomfortable."

"Tape?" I had no idea what that meant.

"What's going on over there?" Stan yelled. "Let's get her on the bed."

"You'll be fine," Daddy said, whispering in my ear. "Just have fun, okay?"

"Don't mess up your hair," Shelly warned me. "Let me have this."

She took off my bathrobe before I realized what she was doing. I felt totally naked as I glanced nervously around the set. Nobody seemed to be paying much attention to me though, except for Curt. The big black man sat on the bed waiting for me with a smile on his handsome face.

"Sit like this..." Stan said, moving Curt where he wanted him.

We started the scene sitting sideways on the middle of the bed, facing each other with me straddling Curt's thighs. I had to wrap my legs around his waist, put my arms around his neck, while he held my hips. I looked down to see his fat penis directly beneath my barely covered pussy and the black and white contrast between us was startling. I'd never touched an African-American in my life!

"Just relax," he whispered, giving me a squeeze with his big, gentle hands. "I'm gonna take care of you, okay? We're partners now."

"Yeah," I said, smiling weakly. "I guess we are, but...Have you done this before?"

"All the time," he assured me. "You're fine as hell, you know that?"

"Kinda," I cleared my throat. "That's what everybody says."

"Everybody's right, too." Curt tilted his head, finding my eyes with his. "You've never kissed a black man before, huh?"

"N-No," I whispered, biting my lip. He had the warmest brown eyes I'd ever seen in my life. I kinda liked them a lot.

"Well, we're going to be kissing all day," he sighed. "I hope your boyfriend won't get jealous."

"I don't have a boyfriend," I admitted, getting a look as if he didn't believe that.

"A girl like you?" Curt smiled. "I bet you've got a hundred guys just begging for a kiss."

"Um..." I looked down, blushing again, and then gasped. "Oh!"

I hadn't realized Curt's cock had grown hard, but now that I saw it, I could feel it trying to rise against my taut vulva. I mean, having my legs spread around the man, my pussy was right there, the pink flesh pulled smooth and vulnerable beneath the tiny g-string bikini I wore. And Curt's penis wanted to stand up straight, except it was trapped beneath me. The dark shaft stretched along my slit with his cockhead somewhere behind my naked butt. Jesus! He had a long cock and I was sitting on it!

"Can't help it," he said. "Sorry. You're just too damn beautiful, baby."

Curt didn't look very sorry as his hands pulled my hips, bringing me an inch or two closer. My smallish breasts found his smooth chest, my puffy nipples poking through the ridiculously thin bikini cups that tried to hide them. I held my breath as they sort of ignited. I mean, as soon as I felt his body against mine, my nipples started to throb like crazy. I wanted to push the guy away, except I didn't want to let him go. If anything, my arms tightened around his neck and I realized I'd crossed my ankles behind his back.

"That looks good right there," Stan decided. "Keep that look, you two. Roll sound!"

"Emporer Condoms," some guy said, holding a clap board in front of the camera. "Scene 1, take 1."

"Action!" the director yelled.

"Mmmm..." Curt sighed as his mouth covered mine for the very first time.

"Ummph?!" I jerked away from his lips, and especially his tongue.

"Cut!" Stan shouted. "What was that, Wendy? Roll it again!"

"...Take two," the clapper said.

Curt kissed me again and this time I didn't pull away, at least not until I felt his tongue exploring my mouth. His cock seemed to jerk, however, like all of a sudden it jumped upward against my pussy and I shook my head. What were we doing? This guy was trying to make out with me!

"Wendy, baby, you're killing me! Everybody set? Action!"

"Just close your eyes," Curt breathed. "Let it happen...Mmmmm..."

He kissed me nicely the third time, not quite so aggressively or whatever. His tongue slipped into my mouth and tickled mine, coaxing me to respond. I did as he suggested, closing my eyes and willing myself to relax. I concentrated on how warm his naked body felt, how strong and smooth as my hands roamed over his shoulders and down his back. I moved my tongue against his, tentatively at first, and finally moaning into the man's mouth.

I kept waiting for the director to yell cut, or at least a part of me waited. The rest of me didn't want this new experience to end. My breasts ached almost painfully as Curt held me tight against him. My nipples had grown so hot that they felt cold and I had to move, pulling myself closer, rubbing my tits up and down his broad chest. I felt his cock as well, the unmistakable swelling of his rigid penis beneath me. I rode the shaft with my barely concealed cunt, wriggling my hips even as Curt's dark fingers squeezed them. I'd turned my head in an effort to keep our lips sealed and that kiss went on and on forever.

"Nice. That's what I want to see," Stan said, not shouting at all. "Let's put her down, Curt. On your back, Wendy. Don't let him go."

"Camera two, dolly B in 5...4...3..."

"Quiet please. Rolling sound."

I heard the men talking and even when they were silent, I could sense them hovering nearby, but I didn't care. I groaned, nursing on Curt's tongue as he leaned forward on the bed. He had me falling backward, holding me tightly, keeping me safe as he put me on my back. I kept my legs around his waist and my arms closed around his neck. He lifted his hips, dragging his long cock across my damp thong and burning sex until it sprang free, slapping his belly and then falling onto mine.

His erection felt hot and heavy and pulsing with a life all its own. Everything felt surreal, like a dream, and I had no control at all over my body. My stomach tingled and fluttered, becoming tight with excited pleasure. I shivered with my wide-spread legs moving against Curt's thighs, my pale tummy undulating beneath his long, black penis. I had to loosen my arms when he pushed himself upward, opening my eyes and chasing his lips with mine. I drank cool air and longed for another kiss, ignoring everything else. I didn't care that he tugged the cups of my bikini aside, exposing my turgid nipples. He propped himself up with his left arm while his right hand played with my tits, teasing my flesh and smiling into my eyes.

"I'm going to fuck you now," Curt breathed, dropping his mouth to kiss my ear. "Are you ready?"

"Wha-What?" I blinked at him.

"I don't want to wait, baby," he said, louder in a deep, sexy voice. "You know I love you."

"You do?" I asked, licking my lips.

"Lines," he whispered, hiding the word in my hair. Curt kissed my mouth again, French kissing me while his hand covered my left breast, massaging my throbbing nipple until I jerked with a sharp rush of pleasure deep in my tummy.

"I don't want to wait," he repeated, panting the words loud enough for the boom mike hovering over his head. "I love you, baby. Let me put it inside."

"Uh-huh...I love you too," I said, not really acting at all. My voice quivered and quailed with unexpected arousal. I'd never been kissed before, not like that.

He looked so beautiful and his touch made my heart race. The weight of his cock stretching from my mound to my belly button was both wonderful and frightening. Curt made me cream with anticipation and I only wanted to kiss him forever, and do much more than that. We were in love.

"But, um..." I licked my bruised lips. "What if I get pregnant? I'm not protected or anything."

"Shhh..." Curt dipped his head. licking my neck and under my chin. I tilted my head back, staring at the headboard as he reached under the pillows.

"Don't worry about it," he told me, holding up a foil packet, obviously ripped open at the top. "See? I've got it covered, baby."

"But..." I shivered as Curt tossed the empty packet to the mattress and reached between us. "You're not wearing it...Are you?"

"Can't believe it, huh?" he teased me with a grin.

Stan rolled his arm, nodding his head. He wasn't going to stop filming unless we really messed up his commercial. I didn't even know what we were doing anymore, but Curt wasn't going to let me blow it.

"The Emperor's New Condom," he said, rubbing my most pussy with his fingers. "You won't even know the difference, I promise."

I stared into his handsome face, my head swimming with confusion as he brought his cockhead to my virgin sex. I could feel everything in detail, as if all my senses were suddenly attuned to the danger I was in.

"Go ahead and rub your cock against her," Stan suggested. "Just a little teasing."

"D-Daddy?" I looked at him.

"It'll be a nice shot," another man said, one of the production assistants.

The cameras were still rolling. A half-dozen people were watching us, recording every sight and sound. My father sat on a chair less than ten feet away, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees. I was aware of their presence, and yet ignorant of their attention. Like nothing else mattered except Curt and his fat cock teasing my dripping slit, spreading my labia around the smooth, pinkish glans of his black cock.

"Nice," Stan whispered. "That looks nice. How about pushing inside, Curt. That's okay."

"Yeah," my father agreed, clearing his throat and nodding.

"We just need to take it slow now."

"Get some nice shots," Bill suggested. "Up close and personal."

The men were speaking softly and I swallowed hard, fighting to relax and remember to breathe. I felt tense, shaking with nervous energy. Curt set his jaw, staring down at me as he began pushing, slowly and carefully.

"Ahhh..." I winced, shutting my eyes and gasping. I arched my back against the sharp pinch between my thighs.

"Tight," Curt breathed, following the word with his tongue filling my mouth.

I clutched at the man, wrapping myself around him as my entire body seemed to contract with pain and pleasure. He tore through my hymen, stretching my innocent vagina while we kissed. That helped a lot; the kissing made it better somehow, and the pain dulled to a warm cramp that I embraced. My hips jerked and I tried to lift myself against him, scratching at Curt's back as the first real orgasm of my life stole through me.

It only felt good after that and we broke our kiss, Curt and I panting for air while we fucked. His swollen cock slid a fraction deeper with every thrust, teasing and torturing me with pleasure. I turned my head briefly, glancing at my father and wondering dumbly why he wasn't stopping this. His eyes were fixed on the bed, on the black man fucking his white teenage daughter, but he didn't move or speak. Perhaps because Shelly stood behind him, smiling and massaging my dad's shoulders, whispering in his ear.

"A little more, Curt," Stan said. "Wendy, give us your eyes, honey. Look at the camera."

"Beautiful," the man behind the lens whispered. "Angel eyes."

"Don't stop," an assistant said. "Give her some more, that's it. See how deep you can get."

"Take it all, Princess," Daddy agreed. "You're a star. Look at you."

"Oh God!" I gasped, cumming again as Curt's heavy balls slapped my upturned butt. I felt his wiry pubic hair tickling my sensitive skin.

He'd pushed all of his cock inside me and I couldn't imagine where it had gone, but he'd found the very bottom of my pussy. His cockhead kissed something soft and sensitive down there, my cervix perhaps, the very entrance to my womb. My orgasm seemed endless and I kissed his face, telling the man I loved him over and over, repeating the words like a mantra as he continued to pump my clasping sex like a machine.

"That's it. Go ahead and fuck her now," Bill decided, looking at my dad. "This is really going to sell."

"All of it, Curt," Stan told him. "Almost out...Every inch, Curt. We want to see it. Wendy, lift your legs. Get your knees up for the camera."

"You don't mind if he cums inside her, right?" an assistant wondered.

"Uhhh..." My dad shrugged.

"We've already gone this far," Stan said. "Finish inside her, Curt. Wendy, you're gorgeous. Just let him cum."

"Uh-huh!" I gasped, nodding and helpless to do anything else. I'd never imagined sex would feel like that.

I mean, it had to feel good, but the butterflies in my tummy were driving me insane. I squeezed Curt with my knees against his ribs, digging my heels into his back as if I wore spurs. I trembled, licking my lips and panting through my open mouth as I stared into his warm brown eyes.

He began moving faster, pulling his cock almost completely free and driving it back home with deep-throated grunts. The damp slapping of his flesh on mine filled my ears. I felt another orgasm rising, the best one yet as Curt leaned into me, changing the angle in a subtle, but amazing way. My thrumming clit rode his erection and my smallish breasts jiggled with the curious sensation of being pushed and pulled without any help at all. My entire body burned with the new experience and I surrendered completely.

"Oh, baby..." Curt groaned. "Here it comes. Take it, Wendy. Fuck my cum, bitch."

I offered no resistance. I didn't protest at all when I felt his erection pulse deep inside my body. I accepted his black sperm as easily as I did his tongue, melting with one last orgasm beneath the awful ecstasy of our combined climax. His semen warmed me with a vague, soothing presence. My vaginal walls gripped his penis and nursed on Curt's ejaculate, doing only what nature had programmed me for. I couldn't have stopped him if I'd wanted to. I couldn't even prevent myself from clutching at the man with every ounce of strength I had. I wouldn't let him go, or even pull back a fraction of an inch, not until we were finished finally and completely several minutes later.

Curt rolled off me, pulling me with him so that we could lay side-by-side. The cameras moved to follow us, one of them looking straight down to catch our smiling kisses. His cock was still inside me as I kept my legs spread, the left one over both of his.

"I love you," I whispered, and Curt cocked an eyebrow.

"How did that feel, baby?" he prompted, and it wasn't that hard to remember my lines. I think I would have said them in any event.

"That felt amazing," I sighed, glancing down. "I'm so wet inside. Were you really wearing a condom?"

Curt turned his head, grinning at the camera. He winked and I giggled right on cue, filling the silent room with my happy, breathless laughter.

"Not a fucking chance," he whispered, kissing me one last time. "You're a great little fuck, Wendy."

"Cut! Let's look at the playback," Stan said. "Nice job, Curt. Wendy, that was amazing. You did it, kiddo. Excellent!"

"I've got a towel right here," Shelly said. "Are you going to get out of the way, Curt?"

"Are you alright, Princess?" my dad wondered, looking pink faced and a bit breathless himself.

"Get cleaned up, baby," Curt told me, pulling his cock out of my pussy. "I'll be right back."

"Yeah." I frowned, watching him get off the bed. I hadn't wanted to move at all.

His black cock glistened with our cum, maybe some blood as well, and it looked huge to me. I couldn't believe he'd put that thing inside me. I looked down at my pussy to see it red and raw, turned outward like a flower and already leaking milky semen. I had pinkish blood on my thighs and the sheets were spotted crimson.

"I'm not a virgin anymore," I said, wincing as Shelly began cleaning my pussy with a hand towel.

"You're an actress," Daddy said, reaching for my face and stroking my cheek with his thumb. "I'm very proud of you, Wendy."

"You're not mad?" I bit my bottom lip.

"Of course not," he replied. "You did what you had to do, that's all. Don't worry about it. Okay?"

"It looks good," Stan called out, smiling at me over his shoulder. Most of the crew had gathered around a monitor to watch the playback.

"You're a natural, Wendy," one of his assistants told me. "Really going places."

"She's going to be a star," Bill agreed, and my dad smiled at that.

"See?" He bent his head and kissed my hair. "We're going to be rich, Princess. As soon as this spot hits the internet, every porn site in the world is going to be begging for you."

"Porn?" I blinked at him.

"But we'll do more commercials first," he explained. "Have you ever heard of Rocket Lube?"

"No." I shook my head and Shelly smiled, applying some sort of ointment to my broken hymen. Her fingers felt cold, but it did help with the lingering pain.

"I'm working out a deal," Daddy said. "They want a virgin for a six minute infomercial."

"But..." I looked down, wriggling my hips as Shelly massaged my throbbing pussy with two fingers inside me. "I'm not a virgin."

"I'll make you feel better," she promised, finding my clitoris with her thumb and making me shiver.

"You're still a virgin in the rear," my dad said, chuckling at the look on my face. "That's what Rocket Lube is for, Princess."

"You're gonna let a guy make love to my butt?" I almost grinned at the silliness of that idea, but he looked serious.

"If it pays the bills," he said. "You'll do whatever they tell you to. Right?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "I love you, Daddy."

"I know you do," he said. "You finish getting cleaned up. I'll talk to Stan and see if I can get some footage for your portfolio. You're going to be famous, Wendy!"

"Yeah." I nodded, biting my lip as Shelly planted a kiss on my clitoris.

I sorta felt like a star already and I wondered if they couldn't get Curt to be in that Rocket Lube commercial with me. I mean, he had a huge dick, yeah, but I sorta loved him and besides...He'd probably knocked me up. What a way to start a career.

"Okay people," Bill yelled, clapping his hands. "Let's set it up again! We're going to start all over from the top."

"I'd like to do this before lunch," Stan agreed. "Chop-chop!"

"We're doing it again?" I asked, looking around as people hustled to get ready.

"It's like making a movie," one of the assistants said, holding new linen for the bed in her arms. "The day's already paid for, so they want to use it."

"Oh." I nodded, but I didn't really understand at all.

Shelly lifted her head with a smile, licking her lips. "We'd better get you into make-up," she said. "Do you want to wash the cum out of you, or leave it inside?"

"Ummm...Leave it in?" I half-asked, since it didn't seem like it would matter. Curt was only going to cum inside me again, right?

And to tell the truth, I was sorta looking forward to it.

 

The End?