Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

"We have done remarkably well with some of our shows," Bill agreed. "We finished our She Loves She flick a half hour ago. You caught the last frame… before you ran out, that is," Cliff told me. "We thought we'd run a test of you for the part of sexy Linda, the wife-swapper who murders her husband so she can make it with Bruce her neighbor."

"Sounds very dramatic," I grinned. "Now, what should I do?"

"There's a dressing room over there," Cliff said. "If you'll strip for action, we'll change the bed set up."

"You use a lot of simple sets," I laughed, "just change bedspreads when you switch scenes."

"A little more complicated," Bill chuckled, "but you've got the general idea, I must admit."

"We've made a lot of money on Parrot Pictures," Rodney nodded, smiling like a gloating rich man. "You see we never short change the customer. We give them what they want."

I went into the dressing room and stripped.

Before I could walk out on the soundstage, a woman came in.

"I'm here to make you up… body makeup," she smiled.

"Ohhh, alright," I told her, "but go easy, I'm delicate." Soon she began dabbing me with wet stuff. I was coming' out darker than I was.

"Why so dark?"

"Lights make you too light to photograph just right," she explained.

Once she had me painted properly I didn't look half bad. She handed me some beige panties and a matching bra.

"Wardrobe sent these," she said. "They'll go nice with your lovely brown hair."

"Who'll be looking at my hair-up here?" I laughed.

"You can never tell," she winked.

When I had them on, I walked out.

"God, you look great," Rodney said, "good enough to eat."

"I agree," a husky, athletic young man said quickly. As I observed his body makeup and saw he only wore shorts I knew he must be my leading man.

"I'm Harvey; who are you?"

"Debbie," I said, extending my hand. He pumped it quickly, and said, "I guess you and I are testing for Wife-swappers."

"Yes," I said, "I hope we get the parts."

"Don't worry about the camera," he grinned, "just pretend we are alone on an island."

"Oh that should be easy to do with only a zillion people swirling around us," I chuckled.

Soon Cliff began directing.

"Debbie, you are lying on the bed by yourself at the start of the scene. Soon Harve walks into the scene. Harve is anxious to fuck you his way and you are objecting."

"Okay, I pull down my shorts and try to make her eat my prick, right?"

"Right," Cliff nodded, grinning, "and I want you to stroke it a few minutes till you get it nice and hard so the audience turns on when you flash your fucker, okay?"

"Okay," he nodded.

The lights went on, and their heat surprised me. I put my hands over my eyes.

"Look away from the light," Cliff instructed. "You'll get used to it. Blinds you at first.. does that to everybody."

I removed my hands, avoided the lights, and looked off. And then, I heard the camera click.

"Ready… roll… Harve… make this a beautiful seduction sequence, where we catch a hot closeup as you enter her mouth. Remember our audience don't want straight sex. They get plenty of that at home. They're looking for kicks… so let's give them some real good sex scenes."

The action began. Harve walked in, his pants bulging in his shorts, hopped on the bed. "Come on, baby, give me a blow-job," he demanded.

The camera stopped rolling. "Debbie, I forgot to tell you… we don't use script. We just improvise to make it sound more natural… okay?"

"Okay," I told him, "I was wondering what I'd say next and I'm sure glad you clued me in. Gives you an all-gone feeling in the pit of your stomach when you're not sure of yourself."

"I know, I know," Cliff laughed.

We began the entire scene again. The lights flicked on, the heat burning my body, and the camera grinding. I didn't feel the least like fucking. I wanted to cool off, not get heated up. "Come on, baby, give me a blow-job," Harve demanded as he came close to me.

"I don't suck dick," I told him tightly.

"When you come to one of our parties, you do what we tell you," he spat angrily.

"I won't do it… and you can't make me… "

"Don't test me," he said sullenly, "'cause I'm hot to fuck you… now, let me have your mouth."

I turned away. He pulled his shorts off, his huge dick was flung in front of my face. Then he tore off my beige half-cup bra and threw it to the floor.

"This is how it's done, baby," he said, excitedly straddling my body. I felt his balls touching me, and then he wrapped his dong between my soft breasts.

"You knead the titties around the prick, and then you get hungry to suck on it."

I turned away, trying to build drama in my refusal.

"Baby, I said suck my cock," he panted, pushing his slippery tool to my lips.

Again, I refused. Then he gripped my head firmly and forced the enormous penis into my mouth.

"Suck on it," he demanded, "suck my prick… ohhhh, that's it… suck it," he gasped as he drove his huge tool into my mouth.

"Get a big fat closeup of that," Cliff interjected excitedly. "They're really going to town… the audiences love this. We'll leave the test in the flick. Can't top the spontaneity."

Suddenly I felt him thrust it down my throat mercilessly. I nearly choked on his meat.

"Suck it… suck that cock… eat it up… '… eat my prick," he said. "Ohhhh, that's nice… keep it up… keep sucking." With hard bold thrusts, he kept driving his tool down my throat I was enjoying this connection. I loved the smell of his manhood. I liked the feel of his loins locking me in place. I guess I was cut out to be a whore. Why not gulp his hot cream down and enjoy it.

"Ohhhh, baby, now… now, you're doing it. Groovy… suck it… suck it… ohhhh, I dig that… don't stop now… Suck, suck, suck it off."

The penis exploded in my mouth as he shot his wad, his balls dangled on my chin and he gasped and groaned.

"I like it… I like it… suck it all… my juice is beautiful, baby… eat it up." His hot juice did taste good to me, I had to tactily admit. As he slowly slid his dick out of my mouth, the crew applauded.

"The part is yours," Cliff said, racing over to the bed. "You are really something,"

"Give my joint a suck," the cameraman said, unzipping his pants and hopping on the bed.

"Me too," the light crew cried out.

"You want to make 'em all happy," Cliff chuckled.

"Why not?" I giggled, "Come on, fucker… give me your dick."

I got a real bang out of the cameraman. He was so hot to get his tube sucked on, he didn't even bother to take his clothes off. He just shoved his prick in my mouth and fucked away.

I gripped his waist, and pulled him closer.

"A natural-born cocksucker," he glowed as I sucked on it. He slid it all the way in and then pulled it out. I guess seeing it slide in, and slide out was the thing that turned him on.

"Suck him good… suck it off," Bill said, coming over to watch. With the crew clustered around the bed I had to put on a good performance.

"Ohhh, just like that… haven't had a blowjob that good since I was in the Navy in a Panama whorehouse," he giggled.

Mention of the whorehouse, set the light crew to stripping. Soon they all stood, naked, ready around the bed.

"I… I'm coming," the cameraman groaned, "Ohhhh, I can't hold it… It's shooting,… suck, suck, suck that prick."

No sooner had he hopped off the bed than the other men were ready to roll.

Soon I saw just a row of cocks. The next man was bare ass naked. He jumped on the bed, and reached for my head and shoved his tool in my mouth, as if I were a sucking machine.

"Eat me," he begged, "eat my dick… go after the juice." His balls bounced on my chin, I smelled him, again loving the odor of hot thighs as I took the dick down my throat.