Poncho Ilia - With this ring, I thee lust

"Michel," I whispered, "I must confess that I find you very attractive."

"Perhaps," he said, looking around, "we should go into the dressing room and talk."

He grabbed me the minute we were inside and laid his mouth on mine and lost no time at all in fumbling his way up to seize my right boob. I laid against him and gave him my tongue and felt his cock. It seemed to be rather small. For my taste I'd have preferred one of the stooges, but this was business. "Kitsy, Kitsy," he said.

"Michel, Michel," I said, trying to sound like an early Loren.

He was about to demolish the gown. I said, "We shouldn't destroy studio property." I shucked out of it and posed for him and his eyes popped. He rushed me and enclosed me in his arms and I gave.

I sidled over to a bed. "Michel, darling, aren't you just awfully hot in those clothes?"

He broke records getting out of them and his cock was small. It was not much -bigger than a good man's ring finger. But he was hard and ready and when he came to me I fell down and took every inch of it, all four of them, into my mouth and gave him a super job and he was crying and moaning and tossing his hips to drive his little cock into my mouth. When he was getting really wild, I pulled away, lay down and held out my arms to him. He gasped and fell atop me. I guided his cock into me. I had worked up a heat, it doesn't take much for me, and I was eager to have in me even that tiny little member, and it felt good and by working my ass wildly I could get a feel out of it. He worked and pumped and then he stopped. "What?" I whispered. "Ah, Miss McRae…" "Gail me Kitsy." "Kitsy, there is, ah, I mean…"

"You want to do it a different way?" I asked. "Anything, Michel, darling."

He rolled me over onto my stomach. I was thinking that with his four inches he'd have trouble getting it in from that angle, but he took his fingers and lubed my anus with our juices and I knew that he had something different in mind. If he'd been a big stud I'd have said no go, because a huge cock can tear a girl's ass out, but his was small and not much bigger hard than the Congressman's cock had been soft. I relaxed and pushed on it as he tried to get it in and I felt it pop past my spincter muscles and then I felt a hard cock, for the first time, go up into my bowels and it was the sexiest thing that had ever happened to me. I mean, if you're lucky enough to have loose muscles and can take a huge cock, it must be great, and if you're not the best is to have a small cock" there. I love anything new. And this was new. It was my first hard-cock reaming from the rear and I felt it push up into the heat and odd softness of my anus and then Michel was bucking and lunging and I was swirling my ass and it seemed that he was reaching far, far up inside me. "You like?" he gasped.

"Oh, God, I love it," I said, meaning it. "Hit me hard, darling. Drive it in hard." He obliged. Then, knowing girls, I guess, he put one

hand under me and began to play with my clit and I boomed and gave him a swift ride, making my ass go in circles, sucking with my muscles to give him a feel there, trying to cut off his cock with my strong spincters. He worked mightily and drove his cock into me as fast as lightening and when I was coming he came into me and felt this vat of come jet into my warm ass and I moaned and wiggled and sucked on his cock with my anus and he groaned and jerked and then was still. "You came?" he asked. "Oh, wow," I said. "I sure did. That was great."

"The look you had when you were climaxing," he said. "I want to achieve that in that scene in the first reel." "You've got it, darling," I said.

Michel was a good director. He was moody and tem-permental, but I knew how to handle him. Once, when he was really put of sorts, and we couldn't get a scene right, I said, "Michel, can we take a break? I'd like to talk to you."

He fumed and fussed, but he did. We went into my dressing room, the star's dressing room, and I smiled at him, tossed up the empire dress I was wearing and bared my butt. For coolness, I was not wearing underwear. I leaned over a table and wiggled my butt at him. "Work off your frustrations, darling," I said.

He went silent, then he grinned. He smeared cold cream on my anus to give it lubrication and, without removing his pants, he took out his cock and drove it into my anus from the rear, with me bending over the dressing table. He grasped my hips in his hands and pulled my ass to him with each lick and he drove and drove and then, very quickly, came into me with his hard, surprising jets of come and I almost came by empathy. Then he said, "Thank you, Kitsy," wiped his cock on a tissue, wiped my butt for me and I let the empire gown fall into place, strode regally back to the set and we went through the scene without a goof.

My leading man was an up and coming French actor. Rene was a young Tony Curtis. As the Count, he helped make the picture the success it was. But he had trouble with the seduction scenes." "I just can't seem to get into the mood with all these people," he kept saying, when we were shooting the most important scene, the first love bout between Antoinette and the Count.

"Michel," I said, "could you clear the set except for one cameraman and one light technician?"

He nodded. The Count was in his night clothes when I, as Antoinette, burst into his bed chamber. I lifted the old fashioned night shirt and saw that Rene had on underclothing. "No wonder you can't get in the mood," I said.

I, made him remove them. He was shy and went around behind a siding to do it, but when he came back I could see his limp cock banging against the night shirt. "Now, Michel, if you and the techs will go away for five minutes," I said. Michel was getting impatient But he did want to get the scene right and he'd learned to have confidence in me. He went, taking the others with him. "All right, Rene," I said. "Get your ass over here on this bed." "He came, sheepishly. "We're going to get you in the mood," I said, reaching under his night shirt to seize his nice cock. I was pleased with it. It was huge, even in repose. I playecbwith it.

"I am not a queer," he said fretfully, "but I can't perform private acts before people."

"The secret is to forget they're there," I said, playing with his cock, which stubbornly refused to get hard.

Well, I'd fix that I pushed him back and knelt over him, throwing the nightshirt, up over his chest. I went down and took his sweet cock into my mouth. He had a fit, but I wouldn't let him get up. When he tried to pull his cock out of my mouth I bit it hard and he cried out, but the biting did it. It began to get hard and then it swelled and pushed its way out of my mouth and I laved it and kissed it and then I crawled onto him and kissed him and thrust my breasts into his mouth until he was steaming and squeezing my ass and trying to move me on top of him to get it into me. I said, "You see?" He laughed.

"When we have the cameras going, think of this and nothing else," I said. "I'll see to it that you're interested."

We called Michel and the two techs back and I told Michel we were ready for a take. We started standing. Rene, with an audience, had lost his erection. I rubbed my soft body on his and we went through the dialog and the kisses and the camera got his hand on my breast. We had, that is the powers had decided to make it an X-rated movie with some real sexual action, going about as far as anyone had gone. You know, a hand on a breast, a quick shot of a naked boob, the man's head and the woman's head with the woman's head bobbing up and down as if she were being pounded from below, the strength of the blows moving her entire body.

On the bed, we went through the prescribed activity and the dialog with the Count protesting that he could not take advantage of his brother's wife and the future Queen of France. Antoinette, me, said, "You can't say no."