Carlo gave me the red carpet treatment. Jesus, I felt like a star when he escorted me around his studio and introduced me. "This is Kitsy McRae," he would say. "We have big plans for her."
Then, in his wide, carpeted office, he had his lawyer there with a stack of papers an inch thick. I wished for the Congressman or someone who knew that lead-weighted legal shit, but I was on my own. I trusted Carlo. Oh, well, I would probably have done it even if he hadn't used a bit of trickery.
There I was. I had in my pocketbook a plane ticket from Paris to New York and then back to the nearest airport to Old Town. That was from the Miss One World Organization. I had a few bucks in expense money from the same place. Back home in the Old Town bank I had about five hundred bucks, which I'd carefully saved. But during the year of being Miss One World I'd lived high on expense account money and my tastes had developed accordingly. I couldn't quite see Kitsy McRae, Miss One World and the toast of fifty countries, going back to Julie's Seafood Restaurant. So I would have done it.
But Carlo, the bastard, acted like a man with a paper asshole and shoved me into signing the contracts before I knew what was going on. The plum was a big part in a production which was tentatively scheduled for the next winter. It was great. He let me read part of it there in the office.
"The part is very demanding," he said. "You will have to work very, very hard. That is one reason why we are delaying the start oЈ it for so long. You must take dramatic lessons and work very, very hard." "Sure," I said. "That's nice."
I signed. But what was I going to do in the meantime? I said, "Hey, Carlo, can you get me some kind of a job?"
"You have a job," he said, grinning at the lawyer. That worthy blushed and made himself scarce.
"You mean you pay me while we're waiting for the picture to begin?"
"Of course." He grinned at me again. "You did not read all of the contract."
"Maybe you'd just better tell me," I said. "I'm not too good at fine print."
"Tomorrow on the dot of eight, you will report to this address." He gave me a slip of paper, "Then you will go to work."
I stayed in Carlo's house that first night and it was like old times. We had a ball. He had a new kick which turned me on. He'd push seedless grapes up my twat and then suck them out and chew them with wild relish. He knocked off early, however, saying that we both had to be at work early. He woke me at seven and we threw together a small breakfast and he didn't even take time for a morning quickie. I was sort of eager to see what was in store for me, thinking and hoping that I was going into training for my new career as an actress. Well, I was.
This place was on the outside of Rome in a tiny little village. We drove there and arrived at just after eight and it was an old, barn-like building with a few cars parked outside and no windows at all. Every chink was boarded up so no one could see in or out. Inside, there were flats, I mean like stages, and every damned one of them wa§ some kind of bedroom. There were about a half dozen and the lights were all around, with big cables for power running everywhere. All but one of the flats were dark and in that one which was lighted there was a scene which just about curled my carefully made up hair.
These two big-dicked studs were lying naked on a bed grinning at each other and a little man with a red face was shouting at them as cameramen stood around and stared. I couldn't understand Italian then, so Carlo said, "He's telling them that it's time to go to work and that they'll have to get them up." He meant the huge cocks of those two studs. They started laying it on each other, frigging each other's cocks, and one of them got hard and the director said, "Ah," and began to shout instructions. The one with the hard-on began to rub his cock all over the face of the other, who lay there, an ecstatic expression on his face, soaking it all up. The lights were bright and the cameras were running. "Goddamn, Carlo," I said, "what the fuck is this?"
"Don't be stupid," he said. "You knew that I am the premier maker of sex films in all of Europe."
"You made those things we saw at your house with Frank that night." I was beginning to see the light.
"Look, baby, I've got a future. I'm not going to shit it away making fuck pictures."
"Ah, once again, I must remind you that you didn't read your contract."
"I signed up to make a legit movie," I said. "Contract or no contract these things are illegal and you couldn't force me to do something which could get me tossed into jail." "You are right, of course," he said. "Too bad." "What do you mean, too bad?"
"I had some hope for you," he said sadly. "I was sure that your appearance in my production of Passion's Queen would establish you as an instant star." "You're saying no fuck, no legit film?"
"It is a brutal world, little Kitsy. The, as you call them, legit films have not made the nut. I am sure that with Passion's Queen 1 will break into the black and establish myself as one of the industry's bright young men, but I can as easily do it with another girl. The new Miss One World, for example. She is already blond and the part calls for a blond.".
"You sonofabitch," I said, "you're putting the shuck on me. "You know as well as I that if I starred in one of these fuck films I'd be ruined. Someone would be sure to recognize me once I'd made the legit film and then all hell would break loose. The picture would be banned everywhere in the world." "Come," he said. "I show you."
I followed, seething inside. He led me to a dressing room. "Sit," he ordered. I sat at a dressing table and he fitted me with a flaming red wig. Then he did a few deft things with makeup and then he added a cute little mask. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a different girl. "Now, do you see? We have scripts written around you. The Mystery Girl, Who is she? No one will be able to tell."
"Well," I said, beginning to think about it.
"I envision a time, my Kitsy, when the world will be ready for a revelation. Suppose we do make a tremendous hit of Passion's Queen. Then, when you are firmly established and I am in an unassialable position in the movie industry, we will break the news. The masked Mystery Girl of the hottest set of stag films ever made, is none other than Kitsy McRae, the first unabashed sex queen the world has ever known." "The world is ready for that?" I asked, doubtful.
"Not yet. But think of it. Already, the codes in movies are breaking down. Think of the realistic sex which is being published in book form. Think of what has already been on the screen in artistic movies. And in the X rated movies. Soon, I am sure, we will be able to show the entire act with all of its embelishments and then we will draw millions to the theaters. I assure you that I will not be premature. I have my own reputation to consider as well as yours. We will make standard things for the trade and we will make a dollar. Your contract, which you didn't read, gives you not only a guarantee, but a cut of the net profit from the sale of the short sex films. And while we are shooting, we will do a feature length film with a plot. Not much plot, but some, enough to patch together all the sex scenes we will shoot."
"I don't know whether or not I can turn on with people watching and with the lights," I said.
"That Kitsy, is why I choose you. You are the most passionate girl of my knowledge. You are turned on easier than any girl I've ever seen. You are completely uninhibited. I have every confidence that you will do well under the lights. I am sure, that you will not only give a good performance, but an authentic performance. I mean, you will, when the script calls for you to have a climax, have a genuine climax. And the look you get on your beautiful face when you are having a climax is going to make both of us a lot of money."
He put his hand on my shoulder. "We have for the queen, the most beautiful sex star, the most handsome young men in Rome. We have saved them, forcing them to be celibate. They have seen your photos. They have watched you in the public appearances. They are yearning for you. We will shoot genuine passion, not soft-dicked play acting. We will revolutionize the industry. You will become the most famous girl of sex films. Once an American strip teaser did a stag film and it must have netted a million dollars, but she was fat, had artificial tits filled with plastic and was a very poor actress. You will make her look like Mother Goose playing at sex."
After that build-up what could I say? And I had no choice, really. "Lights, camera, action," I said, shrugging.
My director was an Englishman. His face was florid and he nipped on a vodka bottle during work hours. But he knew the business. And the set up was entirely professional. Carlo wasn't shooting anything legit at the time, so we had the finest equipment from his main studio and the cast of characters made me glad I had agreed. There were three of them. They were the flower of Roman youth, tall, strong, dark, devilishly handsome. None of this dopie, druggie, alkie trash which you see in American sex films. And they were hung. I joked a lot about them being the three stooges, because they were named Gino, Angela and Marco. None spoke English. They spoke sex.
We were shooting in lengths of fifteen minutes. That's a standard roll for home movie projectors. The English director, Dirk, talked to us, me and the three stooges. "We will begin simply, kiddies," he said, nipping a shot of vodka, "for those who want the most for their money when they buy our films. There are those who want a plot, however simple. Fuck them. We'll get to them later. Right now we're shooting for those who want crotch shots, those who want to see, from beginning to end, acres of genitals, minutes of eating, more minutes of close-ups of a cock going in and out of a cunt."
My three stooges were in robes. They looked so much alike that I never quite got to the point where I could tell them apart, so I'm just going to call them, inter-changably, Romeo, that being a good Italian name and it not making one fuck's worth of difference who was on the bed with me. They were stamped from identical molds, had cocks so near the same size that I couldn't tell the difference there and they responded to me in that wild Italian style of panting, mooning and then frenzied lovemaking.
"Miss McRae, if you will prepare?" Dirk said courteously. I stepped out of my robe and walked into the stage, sat on the edge of the bed. "Look, gentlemen," Dirk said. "Who is ready?" The three stooges tried to push each other out of the way. Dirk screamed at them in Italian and they halted sullenly and dropped their robes. One stooge was intimidated by the cameramen, the director, Carlo and the other technicians and was limp as a dishrag. Dirk made a face and pushed him aside. Stooge two was playing with himself wildly, trying to get it up, but stooge three was ready, ramrod ready.
Dirk smiled, looking down at the pole which was standing arrogantly up against his belly and said, "You."
I was wearing my,naming red wig and my mask and my makeup. Dirk issued orders to the stooge in Italian. He came onto the set and seated himself in a chair, a wide,, armless thing. "Now, Miss McRae," Dirk said.
"I don't want to tell you your business, D"irk," Carlo broke in, "but I must remind you that Miss McRae's main value is her genuineness. She has not been prepared."
"Oh, sure, boss. Forgot." Dirk shrugged. "I'm used to working with those damned Lesbian whores." He turned. "One of you stooges want to work on Miss McRae?"
Neither of the stooges understood. "I'll help," Carlo said. He came to the bed and pushed my legs open. He grinned up at me. "I'm a man who believes in doing his part." He went into my nest with his face and although I was a little nervous, doing my thing in front of all the people, it felt good to have his mouth, his familiar, knowledgeable mouth, bite and chew at me. He worked on me with his tongue and I began to feel the flow of juices, wetting my cunt, giving him something to lick and suck.
"Might as well not waste this," Carlo said, speaking over his shoulder. "Put it on film."
A camera came in and began to roll. He positioned himself so that the camera could come in close and take his face between my legs. I went cold when the camera started to hum, but Carlo took care of that quickly and the first thing I knew I had forgotten that I was on camera, under lights, with an audience of men behind the cameras and the lights. I began to feel it and my body started to respond with motions of my hips and
loins and ass and I put my hands down and the director yelled at me to move them that I was hiding the action. I put them behind my head, fell over backward, and began to writhe to Carlo's inspired eating. His gone tongue was working a mile a minute at my clit and now and then going down to thrust into my cunt. I started humping. "Great, great," Dirk yelled. "Just great."
Shit, I didn't care. I was reaching and loving it. Carlo knew my every sensitive spot and he was working them wildly. He brought me to the edge and then jerked away. "Now," he said.
"Go to Romeo and kneel beside his left leg," Dirk said.
"Think sexy," Carlo said. "Think about getting that cock into you."
I looked at Romeo's cock and I was so hot I could have fallen down on it and wiggled for a minute and blown my stack. I knelt beside his left leg and he was told to slide down so that just the edge of his ass was on the chair. His cock was standing up. "Now," Dirk said, "I want you to make love to that cock as if you'd never had any in your life. I want to see every movement, so keep your face up and into the camera. You can put your hand on it, but don't hide it."
I gasped and reached down with one hand. I have the greatest respect for a beautiful cock and this one was a winner. It showed in the curve of it, in the proud, hard head of it, in the length and width of it. And my passion, my love for a nice cock, came across nicely with the way my hand touched it almost worshipfully. "Good, good," Dirk yelled. I fondled it for about a minute with the camera coming in to show my face and the cock right in front of it, for I was down to within inches of it. "Now," Dirk said. "Make love to it."
I stuck out my tongue and touched the head of Romeo's cock. It jerked with interest. "Good," Dirk yelped. I licked it. It was clean and sweet. I ran my lips up and down the length of it, wetting it with my saliva. I licked. I kissed lightly. Romeo was going wild, moaning and jerking with real passion. I could believe that they'd starved him for sex for weeks. I licked. I sucked the sides of it and then I put the head of it into my mouth and Romeo began to buck and fuck me. I liked it. He was so hot it was transfering itself to me and I was already boiling from Carlo's eating. I was beside myself, wanting that cock in my hole. I was not aware of anything. I was pure sex. I ate it as if it were the most delicious bit of food in the world and I'd been starved for a month. And then Romeo bucked and plunged and came. I felt his come jet into my mouth, my pussy began to throb in empathy, but I didn't come. I was screaming with passion and I let his come jet in and then Dirk yelled, "Let a little run out."
I let it run out onto his cock. It rolled down the shaft of it in a white, thick mass. Then, wild with passion, I licked it off, like a child licking ice cream running down his ice cream cone. "Oh, Jesus," Dirk yelped. "You were right, Carlo."
I lapped it, licked it, sucked. I wanted it in me. I cleaned the last little drop by squeezing his cock with my hands and itty bitty kissing the last white drop which oozed out, lapping it up.
"Cut," Dirk said. "Get in there," he said in Italian to stooge two, who had gotten gloriously hard by watching.
"We've got about three minutes, Miss McRae. We need seven and a half minutes of you eating him."
Stooge two sat in the chair. "Get back into the same position, Miss McRae, and take it up where you left off before Angelo came." I saw another cock, a hard cock, looking so much like the first that no one would be able to tell the difference. I was eating it royally, I remembered, when the first one came. I put my mouth over it, tried to drive it down my throat. Romeo number two sat back and enjoyed. "Try to make it last four and a half minutes, Marko/' Dirk yelled. "Hold back if you feel it coming."
I was already working hard, loving the taste of a new cock, taking it all into my mouth, all I could get. I felt it cram back against my soft palate. I liked. I licked and liked and I sucked and liked and I was boiling, boiling, boiling in my steaming twat and wishing that I could get it in rne. I began to really milk it'and Romeo Two began to hump and fuck and grunt and Dirk said, "Hold it for another minute and a half and then let 'er rip."
I licked up and down the length. I could feel the come bottled up in his fine balls. I knew that I could get him in thirty seconds. I killed a minute licking the barrel of it and biting his balls gently and then I drove it home and Dirk began a countdown. "Thirty seconds. Twenty. Fifteen."
I sucked. I milked that beautiful cock. And, as Dirk said, "Five," I felt it began to swell and then I bit it and sucked it and it burst into my mouth and he was humping and moaning and coming a quart and I swallowed most of it, let some ooze out onto the shaft of his cock, licked it off. "Great," Dirk said. "Cut."
"Oh, God," I moaned, as Romeo Two left me. But there was Romeo Three in the chair, sitting with his cock thrust up, his legs stuck out in front of him.
"All right, Miss McRae," Dirk said. "I want about thirty secdnds of you eating Gino while you play with yourself. The camera will switch from your face and his cock to your box and I want you to really give it a workout."
I took cock number three and I was still boiling. I spread my legs in my kneeling position and put my hands up and found my clit and toyed with it. The camera shifted down and I ran a finger into my creaming hole, kept my mouth going on, Romeo Three's cock, fucked myself wildly. I almost came.
"O.K.," Dirk yelled. "Now get up, Miss McRae, nice and easy. Sit on his legs with your face out. Take your left hand and guide his cock into you."
Oh, wow. Was I ready! I rose, turned quickly, threw one of my shapely legs over his and sat, that high pointing cock jabbing me into heaven as it centered right on my gooy glory hole and punched. I guided it into me with my hand and let my weight drive it into me. I began to writhe and moan, completely forgetting my audience, the lights, the cameras. I wanted pressure on my clit, but penetration was better than nothing.
I had to keep my hands out of the way, because the camera was in close, centered on Romeo's cock plunging in and out as I lifted and fell. Time stood still for me as I enjoyed a good cock in me, as I lifted, plunged, wiggled, moaned. Another camera was in on my face and it was getting the look of lust and ecstasy. But the main center of attention was where Romeo's cock was sliding in and out on my generous wetness. I felt it plunge up and hit my womb each tirae I went down. I felt on the verge of coming. I wanted to turn, get face to face with the owner of that cock, wanted to feel it drive in from the front and give my quivering clit a good blow, but it went on and on and then Romeo Three couldn't stand it any longer. With a wild cry, he squeezed my hips with his hands, moved wildly, pumped up and down, ran his cock in and out fast, fast, and then, burst inside me. I felt his cock swell and burst and then the nice, hot jets of come and I went wild, wiggling and fighting, but I couldn't get a climax. "Cut," Dirk yelled.
Romeo One came in, sat. He was half hard. "Get him worked up," Dirk said. I sat on him, fed his half-soft cock into me. The nice cock felt the slickness, the heat, and it obligingly got hard and then I was working and working as I'd been working on the first cock. I was panting and gasping and putting on a great show and Dirk began his countdown and just at the most beautiful time, just as I was about to climax regardless of lack of clitoral stimulation, Romeo One came. I mean, I had two loads of come pumped into me in the space of seven minutes. "Great stuff," Dirk said. "Now we shoot the ending."
I thought that would be me coming. But Romeo Two came in, his cock revitalized by frigging and watching, and I sat on him.
"Now when you come," Dirk said, "remember to pull out. And you lean back, Miss McRae, so that his come will shoot up onto your titties and belly. Kid, you put come onto her tits and you get a five thousand lira bonus."
It was more of the same. Me squirming and fighting to reach a non-clitoral climax, hot as hot, wild with passion.
"Is he close yet?" Dirk kept asking. "Remember, the customers want to see that come shoot out. They can't see it in your cunt. We want it to shoot out onto your belly."
I felt, after a short while, his cock swell and he began to plunge and I made myself ready. I was selfish, however, I kept him in me for his first jet of come and felt it shoot out into my screaming pussy and then I jerked and fell back. His cock came out and jerked up against my belly and the second jet of come landed directly on my right nipple and the men cheered. The rest shot out and dribbled down my belly and the camera came in dose and took shots of his cock emptying his come onto my white, smooth skin and then Dirk said, "Cut." "What about me?" I wailed.
"I told you," Carlo said, laughing. "Look, let's not waste it." Get the blond."
"On the bed, Kitsy," Carlo said. I staggered to the bed and fell onto my back, opening my legs, begging for something to fill the aching void in me. Carlo took a warm, wet cloth and wiped the accumulated come from me and I had to fight to keep from fucking the hand and the cloth as he wiped.
"Honey, I've got a great one saved.' Come to bed with me. Come and put it in me," I was begging Carlo, wanting his cock. "Hold on," he said.
A cute little blond girl came out. "Doris," Dirk said, "this little girl is in dire need. We're planning to shoot a whole thing with you and her, but right now we'll do a few minutes of eating just so she won't expire." "Oh, shit," I said.
But a girl was better than nothing. I opened my legs and when she went down air rushed out of my lungs with the thrill of it. I drove my hands down, pushed her head deep, deep, felt her expert mouth on my cunt. I began to fuck her unmercifully. I mean, with her lips pressed hard on my clit, I fucked and humped and the cameras were going and I was not giving a shit, because I'd been teased past endurance and I wanted it. I fucked and humped and there were cameras on my face and cameras all over and a camera down where Doris' mouth was giving me release and then I popped and screamed and writhed and moaned and her tongue shot up me and felt the contractions of my cunt and when it was over and Dirk had said "Cut," she looked at me and said, "Honey, I'm looking forward to working with you."
We made about fifty fifteen-minute films. Before we finished shooting Carlo was selling the first products. He had cleaning houses in Scandinavia, Germany and the United States. The man who bought a few thousand copies from New York was a Maffia fellow, nice, whom Carlo asked me to entertain. He was funny. I was introduced to him as one of the clerical help and I found out why. He was moralistic. He told me, while he was lying atop me with his cock going soft after giving me an inexpert but rather vigorous ride, "You know, those chicks that do the movies, I wouldn't like going to bed with one of them." "Why not?" I asked, all innocence.
"Well, you know," he said. "Too many ruts in that road for me."
He meant he didn't want merchandise which had been used too mu.ch. He told me that I was a sweet girl and I told him, "I hope you don't think I do this sort of thing all the time." "Oh, no," he said.
"I mean, you're the first man I've been to bed with since my poor husband died two years ago."
And the poor stoop believed me. He said that he could believe it because I was so passionate.
I liked watching my films. I have to this day a complete set of them. My favorite is the one in which I am lying on a satin sheet, my left arm at my side, my eyes closed, my mouth open in an expression of sex, my right hand guiding this beautiful, long, hard, big cock into my busy pen. That's the shot I had blown up and hanged on my bedroom wall. I mean, my private bedroom, where I go alone. There's another one for company. I think it shows me as I truly am, a beautiful girl who was made for sex.
In other films I was played with, with shots of big, male hands on my cunt, fingers thrusting into me. I was kissed, chewed, eaten. I ale, kissed, chewed. I was fucked from the top, from the bottom, from the back, from the sides, from any angle which gave the cameras a good view of cock going into cunt. That's the main rule in ordinary sex films, give the paying customer a lot of shots of cock going into cunt. That's what it's all about.
I've seen some of the competition. Some of them are very, very lousy. You don't get good views of the cock-cunt bit. All you get is pissy little pots on the men and the women trying to look sexy with some ungodly kind of underwear and in stripping off their clothes. All you've got to do to make a dollar in the stag film business is show cocks going into cunts. We proved that. My cut of the business, over a five-year period, was around a hundred thousand bucks. Our films were such a success because they had clean-cut people in them. Me, and I'm beautiful, trim, clean, healthy, wholesome. Others perhaps not quite so attractive, but no pigs and no druggies and bums. Every man in our films had a hard-on. None of this stuffing a soft cock up against a cunt and calling it sex.
Our Lesbian films were fantastically successful because little Doris and I used all our charms and turned each other on. When you see a close-up of our faces when we're supposed to be coming, we are. That's true about any of it. And that seemed to be the main thing that impressed everyone about me. I mean, when I come, my face gets this expression which can be pain or joy, but it's a strained, intense, beautiful, odd look which goes on and grows as I get closer and then, when I come, you could tell, even if you didn't know what I was doing, because my look when I come is eternal woman.
We did a few gang-bang things, which were O.K., but my favorites were the ones we shot with the three stooges. That way I had a hard cock available all the time. While I was working on one, the other two were taking vitamin E and frigging and thinking sexy thoughts to get hard again. So we shot everything which featured a woman and one or more men with dispatch and I got my rocks off with regularity. I had a thousand comes there under the lights of Carlo's studio, I'd guess, and every one was a beauty and every one was recorded for posterity.'And one of them came in very handy after Carlo, bless his heart, got shot by an irate Roman husband who caught him in bed with both wife and daughter, eating one and frigging the other wildly with his lovely, now dead cock.
I'll always remember Carlo. He started me on my real career, acting. It was a humble beginning, I'll admit, making stag films, but it got me my gilt-edged break.
I have something to remember Carlo by, too. It's a specialty film we did with the whip and boots bit I was spectacular in black leather and high heeled boots and I beat old Carlo's ass royally for the cameras and he came like mount Versuvious for the sado buyers of a film which sold for one thousand bucks a Super-8 color copy. Poor Carlo. He got done in just as things were picking up for him. A victim of what he said was his last remaining sexual ambition, to diddle a mother and a daughter at the same time. The mother wasn't even sexy, fat and dumpy, and the kid was just tiny, about fifteen, I'd guess. I got the details from a friendly Roman policeman who'd investigated the case and he said that the irate husband came in just as Carlo had done in the daughter, after leaving pecker tracks in the fat mama's cunt. So he'd pumped out two loads of come just before he died and he died happy, I guess.