Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

By the time I slid off him, we both felt satisfied, because I came twice during that one scorching session. He certainly knew how to make a woman happy.

"Tom, you are tremendous," I told him, "you should work in the movies."

"I have, I have," he told me excitedly. "We have good time. Picture was Orgy Time and you should have seen this orgy that we had. Everybody was running around sucking each other's ass out. Cunt-sucking, cock-sucking, you name it… we did it."

Suddenly a faraway, anxious look flashed across his face. I couldn't help observe the swift change from ecstasy to apprehension.

"What's wrong, Tom!"

"He's back. I guess Gilda wasn't so hard to find."

Tom got out of there on the double; I played it cool, straightening up the bed, and lying there as if I was still asleep. When I heard Rodney's footsteps coming briskly up the steps, I turned away.

"Hi, baby," he smiled, "I found her, I found her." I raised my head slowly.

"Good morning."

"Good afternoon," a soft voice replied. I glanced up and there she was, one of the most stunning redheads I've ever seen. Her fair skin, deep blue eyes, flashy red hair and even features made her a knockout when you added it to her really stacked body.

"Meet Gilda," he winked.

"Oh, hi, Gilda," I smiled.

She smiled back. "Whatever this bum told you about me, don't believe it," she smirked. "He has the most amazing ability to spin lies about anybody in town."

"You flatter me," Rodney grinned.

"I always tell the truth," she said flatly.

"Rodney has only said good things about you, honey," I said. "I guess he wants us to star in some dirty flick called The Sucking Sisters and that sounds groovy."

"Oh, that sounds like a marvelous movie… one to bring the kiddies out in droves."

"Quit camping, baby," Rodney told her seriously. "It's getting late and we're supposed to go to the studio immediately. They've been holding up the next set up for us."

"Oh, don't worry," Gilda said casually, "they can always find some good fornication scene to shoot. I hear you have engaged a pony… and that's where I refuse… a dog's dong is enough for me to accommodate."

"Honey, you could give that pony Long Shot a wild ride. I mean it."

"Has he requested me!" she giggled.

"All the time. He says, 'I want to fuck Gilda.' Threatens to go on strike if he can't fuck you."

While the two of them traded barbs, I was getting dressed. I needed something to eat and I didn't know what to do. If time had suddenly become so precious, dare I mention such a ridiculous trifle as nourishment?

"I haven't eaten," I told him flatly when I finished slipping into my white leather boots and micro-mini.

"Grab a can of diet food; it'll tide you over," he assured me. So on the way out, I called to Tom to bring me some instant breakfast.

I drank it on the way to the studio. When we arrived, we were both ushered quickly into one dressing room and two body makeup women went to work.

"I can't stand this stuff," Gilda complained. "I'm forever covered with something. Yester-day they had me covered with gold. Sure, I looked expensive as hell, but I felt awful,"

"Show biz," the tough-looking makeup woman commented, as she went on applying the makeup sponge all over her body. As I looked in the mirror I could tell the makeup did make a difference. I think we both looked far more glamorous with our defects covered.

"Ready, women!" Rodney asked, poking his head in the door and eyeing us greedily.

"As ready as we'll ever be," Gilda announced, pulling away from the woman dabbing her body with the sponge. "Any more of this gook on my bare skin and I'll develop something."

"No, you won't… It's safe, baby," Rodney chuckled, tapping her ass teasingly.

"You look super, baby," he told her as I walked behind Gilda to the set.

"Hi, Gilda… " the men chorused.

"Hi, fellow fuckers," she retorted crisply. They cracked up with laughter.

We went over to the bed, a blue velvet affair, and sat on the edge of it. The lights were mercifully turned off and the camera was rolling on its dolly into place…

"Now, girls," the director said, "let's make this a sweet sucking sequence. You two chicks are supposed to be sisters and… "

"Why didn't you dye her hair red like mine!" Gilda demanded arrogantly.

"Excellent observation," the director nodded. "Makeup, makeup, get a red wig for Debbie."

It didn't take them long to produce the wig and pin it on me. Then the director went on.

"I want Gilda to wear the dildo and screw Debbie. It is vital she gives her a good hard fucking. Then, we'll go into a sweet sucking sequence, where you two chicks will sixty-nine."

"Groovy," Gilda smirked; the men chuckled. "Now, where's my dildo. I didn't bring my collection."

Again, the men roared, and I turned beet red. Doing this awful, demented thing was sickening me, just as I feared. Rodney picked up on how I felt. He rushed over. "You're doing just fine, my love… and you'll be one grand richer after today's shooting."

"Thanks," I told him, tapping him on the shoulder appreciatively.

Wardrobe brought Gilda the black dildo. She strapped it on and the men couldn't restrain their laughter when they saw her in the strapped-on penis.

"Now, Debbie, get on the bed and get set for a really groovy fuck… Gilda can do things with her dildo you wouldn't believe."

I got on the bed, right in the middle of it, and just lay there. "Spread your legs a little for me, honey," Gilda requested. "I can't screw you if you don't cooperate."

"Oh, sure." I spread my legs just like I would for a man who was going to screw me. She smiled her thanks.

"Now, Gilda, get up there and straddle her. We want to begin our picture with impact, so the audience will get the point of what we are trying to do."

"I don't think you are leaving much doubt in their minds as to what we are doing," she laughed. As she straddled me, and I looked at her body closely, I realized Gilda was quite a woman. She put a lot of enthusiasm into her work.

"Just relax," she told me quietly, revealing a totally different personality than the brassy one she flashed before the crew.

"Okay," I smiled. And when she saw me smile, she smiled back. I dug it. She asked me to help. "Baby doll, if you'll pull this huge black prick into your pussy, it'll add a lot to our scene."

"You think so?"

"I've done quite a few of these flicks," she grinned knowingly. "Listen to Gilda," the director advised. "Her flicks have all been big grossers." Then the director called for "Lights, camera… action… we're rolling… "

The sequence began. Gilda looked down at me. All at once I remembered she had insisted I pull the black penis into my cunt. She drilled it in the rest of the way, her giant breasts crushing down hard on mine.

"Fuck me… fuck me," I gasped automatically. Suddenly I realized I was actually begging a female to fuck me. I also got a big jolt when I recognized how much I enjoyed it.

"Kiss me, baby," Gilda said in her best dykish voice. "Ohhhh, that's nice… that's real nice."

I parted my lips for a second, and in that instant, she slid her tongue inside my mouth and went to town. Now, we were going to town. I reached around to feel her buttocks. This turned her on.

"Throw your cunt back to me, lover," she moaned. I did as she told and the enormous dildo continued driving up there.

"Keep it moving," the director demanded, "faster, fucker, that's nice… get that camera in there for a hot close-up." Once more the camera zoomed down for a tight shot. This seemed to inspire Gilda to give her best performance.

"Fuck it, lover," she panted, her body suddenly beginning to sweat. "Ohhhh, baby, I'm there… we made it."