Debbie Jones - Daddy And Me

Whether it was because I enjoyed it, the size of the black plastic pecker, or because Gilda was turning me on, I didn't know when I came on target.

"I like that… that's a great shot," the director told us when he called, "Cut… wrap it up."

"Now… girls, we'll return to do a sucking sequence… just like our title promised them, but first take five."

Gilda got off the bed, and I followed her. The crew applauded. She turned back, and winked, "Thanks, cats."

In the dressing room, the wardrobe woman had a pot of hot coffee waiting… "I'm off that," Gilda snapped, going to her purse and pulling out a silver flask. She opened it, threw her head back, and drank generously.

"I thought you were off that," the wardrobe woman told her. "I guess you didn't learn your lesson the last time."

Gilda looked at her crossly, started to speak, decided she shouldn't and smiled, "I didn't know you cared."

"You should care a little for yourself," the woman admonished. I poured some coffee and sipped it slowly. It was still too hot to drink when the director called, "Everybody on set… let's get cracking."

It wasn't long until we were on the bed, only minus the black dildo. Gilda looked beautiful. Makeup had touched up her body where she had perspired and she lay there with her flashy red hair, and legs spread.

"Begin with her breasts," he insisted. "Suck on 'em real nice like the men suck on yours all the time, honey."

"Watch that," Rodney warned him, "remember she's my discovery… and I'm the one who nibbles those titties."

There was no doubt about it, Gilda knew what she was doing when it came to using her mouth. Expertly, she used it like a suction cup on each breast, nibbling on the nipple with the just the right amount of pressure. At the same time her hand was wandering down to my moist mount. Her finger slid inside, and she diddled me while she sucked on me.

"Good girl Gilda," the director commented approvingly. "Use those magic fingers on her snatch."

It was absurd to have to tell Gilda this, as she instinctively did the correct thing.

"Eat her snatch now… "

This fired Gilda on her tongue trail. Swiftly she had her face buried between my legs. I pushed forward, her tongue lashed inside me, probing, searching and finally focusing on the love button. Insistently, she used her tongue to excite me.

"Cry out for her to eat you, Debbie. Put some fire into this scene. Remember, we've got a lot of hot pricks out there waiting to get turned on in this sucking sequence… After all the picture is called The Sucking Sisters."

"Eat me," I gasped. "Eat my cunt… that's it, ohhhh, Gilda… my pussy's on fire with your tongue… Suck it, suck, suck it sister, suck it."

How Gilda turned on. Her tongue flicked faster and faster on my erect clit. I couldn't stand it any longer. I gushed in her mouth.

"Eat it up… eat that, lover… eat it up." The camera zoomed in, level with the mattress as Gilda's face, buried in my snatch, went to town.

The director called "Cut" and the scene was over. I laughed, "Gilda, baby, the scene's over… quit eating me."

The crew applauded us. Gilda wasn't finished until she'd had her last licks.

"You dig that, huh?" she chuckled.

"Like wow!" I laughed, tapping Gilda on the head appreciatively. We hastily went back to our dressing rooms and here Gilda surprised me. She pulled me close to her, our breasts crushing against each other. Her breath came short as she sighed, "Baby, you're beautiful."

"Gilda, Gilda," I giggled, "I think you are really hot to screw me."

"I am," she whispered sexily, "we must do it again."

I flipped out. Now, I had Rodney on my tail, the houseboy after a screw when he could tear off a piece, and Gilda… oh, God, where do I go from here? I couldn't help wondering where my fast life would end. It had to end on hurt street… this I knew because I was starting to mean too much to too many.

Just then the door opened and in walked Rodney with a handsome young man. "Hope I'm not disturbing anything," Rodney said with his double-entendre meaning.

"You are, but it's alright," Gilda grinned.

"I wanted you chicks to meet David Harris… Dave is fascinated with our porno pictures. He likes to cast his major flicks from these because he knows what he's getting."

"For his own little bedroom," Gilda added sharply.

"I'd like to invite you over, to my place tonight," David smiled.

"For tea?" Gilda asked caustically.

"For me," David said flatly, "haven't you had her long enough?" he asked sharply, staring right on Gilda.

"Excuse me… " Gilda said tightly. "But do you mind if we ladies of the dirty movies wash our body makeup off and get dressed and scram?"

"Not if I can see Debbie for dinner," David flashed his most winsome smile my direction again.

"I'd love it, I've seen some of your movies. You are quite a producer."

"Did you say seducer?" Gilda demanded.

"Knock it off," Rodney insisted, "just because you chicks make out for Parrot Pictures doesn't mean it swings into your private life."

"Oh, Mr. Clean, I'm sorry," Gilda snapped.

"If you would give the ladies of the porno flicks a moment to dress in privacy, David Harris can have his chick."

"See you later," David winked, as he walked out with Rodney glowering at Gilda.

When we were alone, Gilda said, "Baby, what that one won't put you through isn't worth mentioning. A real kinky character… I mean demented."

"I… I'm beginning to think everybody's demented," I sighed, as I stepped into the shower and began soaping the makeup off.

"I'm not," Gilda insisted, "and I'm giving you my card. I want you to phone me when you finish with the great Mr. Harris. I want to know what you think of his foul sex ideas."

"Why don't you tell me?"

"Baby, I can't," Gilda sighed. "Sometimes it's much, much easier to go through what you must go through if you just don't know the score."

"You've got a point," I laughed, as I turned to let the warm water spray my body.

I was happy to get away from Rodney. Driving down the freeway in Dave's silver convertible was an exciting new phase to my life.

"You are a very sharp girl," Dave complimented me. "Yes, I can see real movie potentials."

"Away from the porno circuit?"

"Why, yes," he chuckled, "now, don't tell me you aren't enjoying it. Why, when you and Gilda were going at it, I'd swear she was driving you out of your gourd."

"Gilda can put anybody in orbit," I told him bluntly. "After all, she is a gorgeous chick."

"You noticed…"

"How could I help it with her great big boobs crushing mine as she started that last sequence."

"You've got a point there," he laughed.

We pulled off the freeway near Beverly Hills and began climbing the mountains of winding roads. The houses got bigger the higher we got, and the view more spectacular.

"Oh, I love this view," I gasped, completely enchanted with what kept unfolding before my eyes.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," he grinned, "Wait till we get to the top."

At the top of the twisting skyline road, the vast spectacle of lights glorifying the valley floor below was spread out.

"Over there," he observed, "is the ocean."

"Yes, yes… where the lights cut off."

"At the ocean's edge," he said, swinging into his driveway. The garage door automatically flipped up and we drove in. As I stepped out of the car, I noticed a lot of scripts piled up in the far corner.

"Productions you've done?"

"Yes," he answered. "Very impressive, isn't it?"

"I'd say so," I assured him, as I followed him into the fantastic house. He pulled the drapes at the corner drawstring and then once more I thrilled to the lights.