As I leaned against an alley building sobbing, I felt Rodney's arm around me.
"What's the matter, honey… I'm sorry… I didn't mean to upset you… turn around, turn around."
As I turned around, and looked at his sympathetic face, I was forced to realize that he was not all ice.
"Baby, if you want to forget acting in movies that's okay with me… just don't split."
"I-I hate those dirty flicks."
"Why?" he asked softly. "I'm not trying to be funny, but I just wonder why!"
"Because they're so filthy… "
"Do you like to fuck?"
"Yes."
"Then why get so upset just because somebody watches… baby, that's nothing to get so hot about."
"When you put it like that… maybe I'm all wrong."
"Most people don't use any logic when it comes to sex," he smiled, "they'll do it when the shades are down and nobody's looking, but I say if it is alright to do any act sexually, it is certainly not offensive to watch it being done. Am I crazy?"
"No… no, you re not crazy, Rodney… you are being perfectly honest. I'm the one who's being unreasonable. Look, I'll do a show, but I'm no Lez, I can't screw a woman."
"You don't have to," 'he said, "let's go back. You see, there is always the chance some big producer will see the scenes in which you appear and give you a chance to act in a cleanie."
"A cleanie?"
"You know, a movie rated for general audiences. Those are the flicks a lot of these hungry and talented young people want to get into."
"Wonderful… "
"You see I was thinking of your best interest," he said, wiping a tear away with his handkerchief.
As I walked with him over to the studio once again, the burden on my back lifted. I felt Rodney was concerned with my best interests and I felt foolish for making such a fuss over watching a couple of women make out. Hell, if that's how they got theirs, why not? To each his own. As we walked into the place, Cliff smiled, "What got you so hot?"
Bill frowned, "I know it is a jolt when you haven't seen one of these porno flicks being made before."
"What did you have in mind for me?" I laughed.
"Wife-swapping," Cliff grinned. "That's the title of our newest movie. It's all about those weekend parties they wrote about in the papers a couple months ago. They said the rich suburbanites were throwing wild wing-dings. They'd have orgy action, and then pair off or perhaps they'd have threesomes. Anyway, from the story I read in the paper I developed a script."
"Sounds like a winner," Rodney grinned.
"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.
"Jeeez, she's a great one," he said, "we should do a flick entitled The Hot Mouth and star her."
It didn't take long until I felt his penis shooting it's load.
"Suck… suck that cock," he demanded as he shot his wad. I gulped his juices down, enjoying every slurp-suck second of it.
And then there was the next pecker, pushing in my mouth before I'd gotten over the shock of the last cock.
"Eat that dick, little darlin'," the man with the southern accent demanded. "That's it… eat my joint, honey, suck it off."
He didn't take as long as the last guy and was he loaded. He splashed his sperm down my throat, and I gulped his juicy seed down greedily.
And the next man was there, flicking his fucker in my face.
"You gettin' a lot of hot cock," he said. His huge black penis pushed down my throat so far I thought I'd strangle on his dick.
I reached for his black balls and jiggled them as I sucked. I noticed the hair around his cock was tight, black and curly. But above all, I noticed the lusty way he thrust his black penis down my throat.
"You like that black prick?" he laughed. "See her go… eat that cock… eat that black dick."
I reached up to pull his firm, round buttocks to me. He liked it when I touched him and closed in.
"Suck… suck… suck that cock," he demanded. In and out he thrust his huge tool. His body was sweating now, his hands reached out to grip my head as he drove it down my throat. I slid one finger up his black asshole, then he exploded in my mouth.
"Eat it up," he panted, "eat it… don't it taste good?"
His creamy thick cum poured down my throat as he finished unloading.
As he pulled his black tool out of my mouth, I saw that I'd cleaned the cock off completely.
The men were leaving now and soon Rodney and I were the only ones there.
"I guess we better go, baby," he grinned, "you sure made it a big hit with the crew today."
"They made a big hit with me," I told him flatly. "I never knew I could take on so many cocks."
"I didn't know you could either," he grinned.
I got dressed quickly and, while I was brushing my hair with a small hand brush I always carry in my purse, spotted Rodney hunting for some film reels.
"What are you looking for?" I asked him.
"A couple of flicks you ought to see," he said, otherwise ignoring me until he found what he wanted.
"Ahhh, here they are," he sighed, "I'm glad I found them."
"You want me to see them?"
"Tonight you should… It gives you a chance to develop your technique… "
"Acting technique?"
"Fucking technique," he said firmly. "After all, what this old world needs is better communication-can you think of a better way to communicate than sexual intercourse?"