1. The Shoot


    Date: 8/10/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: FrankNoir, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    Becky sat alone in her dressing room. Adjusting her clothes, she leaned towards the mirror, checking her makeup. She touched up her lipstick, then leaned back, lighting a cigarette. Sighing, she looked at her watch. According to plan, there were a few minutes before the start of the shoot. She felt a bit weird in her costume - basically just some lingerie, a pair of silk stockings and high-heeled shoes. Was she having second thoughts? Not really. She looked forward to getting it over with. And then perhaps just a little bit curious - what would it be like? The director entered the room - a short, slim man in his mid-thirties. Becky just looked at him. "Well," he said, "are you ready?" Becky nodded. From the studio, she heard the sound of furniture being moved about. "Just relax," the director said. "We'll take it nice and slow." He was really nice. Becky gave him a hesitant smile and put out her cigarette. "Okay," she said. She followed the director into the studio. All the lights were on. The cameraman, a younger guy in a t-shirt and jeans, was on the set, checking the last details. And on a folding chair Jack sat, drinking his coffee. Jack - her co-star. When he saw Becky, he nodded politely. He was a well-built guy in his mid-twenties, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. She couldn't help looking at his body and she felt him do the same. Not surprising, considering her sexy outfit. They undressed each other with their eyes, until Becky looked away, embarrassed. She looked ...
    around the set. It looked like an ordinary living room - chairs, bookshelves, a sofa and a soft carpet. "Are we ready?" the director asked, and the cameraman nodded. Becky shivered. This was it. Jack got up and came towards her. "Sit down," the director said, pointing to one of the chairs. Becky sat down. She felt the soft fabric against her almost naked behind. The director handed her a high-end porno magazine, and she leafed through it absentmindedly. Page after page of page of glossy photos of muscular men having sex with slim, busty women. "Okay," the director said. "You turn a few pages, and then you begin to masturbate. Ready?" Becky hesitated. She hadn't realized she was supposed to masturbate. For some reason that seemed to challenge her modesty even more. But she banished the thought and nodded silently. She heard the faint mechanical noise of the camera starting to shoot. It was all starting now. Slowly she turned the page. Fascinated, Becky was now looking at a photo of a madly excited man ejaculating over a reclining woman. His face was distorted from the ecstasy, a long white jet of sperm shooting from his stretching cock. The woman was squirming on the floor, eyes closed, grabbing her breasts with both hands. It was a picture of lust at its hottest and most intense. Becky put the magazine down and spread her legs towards the camera. She pushed her panties aside, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy. The cameraman came closer, and Becky pushed her hips forward, showing ...
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