Thread: Porn film - trouble on set (CougarGirl with GenderBender)

I was naked when Sandra popped into my dressing room just as I was about to put on my clothes for the scene. No surprise there. She pretended to maintain eye contact, but I was sure she had a good look every chance she got and I made sure she got plenty of chances. As I was putting on my pants, she remarked that I was going commando. Yes, I told her to show I understood the technical side of her work, yes, it makes for cleaner camera shots and better angles. She nodded. And, she sounded deliberately casual, no doubt it gives you more space to expand. I tried to look modest, but she was right, it did. Are you sure youre ready for the next scene? Properly rested, I mean. I guessed where this was leading, but I pretended to be puzzled. Sorry, Sandra, Im not sure what youre getting at. Her grin suggested she knew I was just teasing her along. I mean that you had a long fuck on set yesterday and, she paused as if unsure to go ahead with what was in her mind, and youve a partner who, Im sure, needs to be kept satisfied. You know we dont have a budget for retakes, she added seriously. I assured that I could do my job, and keep my partner more than satisfied, and be ready to perform next day. She gave me a dazzling smile. I half expect her to suggest I might be able to fit her in as well, but her tone became business like. I just want to give you the heads up about the upcoming scene. I turned and waited, wondering is she had chosen upcoming deliberately and giving her a chance to get a good look at my six pack and pecs. She took her time, licked her lips, and then went on. I know that the script requires you both to be uncertain. Georgie will be unsure of whether she wants to pursue your relationship. You certainly do, but find it difficult to read her mind. I nodded. Well, what I want to do in editing is to make this scene ambiguous for the audience. Basically I want to cut it as a border line rape. So, when you improvise, please try to make what you say unclear if you can, something that can be taken as believing this is what she really wants or just something that you want for yourself. Satisfied that I understood, she reached up and touched my chest, a feather light touch with the tips of her fingers. Nice, she purred softly, nice. Youll get sweaty under the lights. Ill tell make-up to dust you with talc to absorb it. And off she went. So, rape it was. Now it just so happens that Georgie and I often played out rape scenes when we were together. This was going to be easy. It went well at first, just following the script we only improvised when it came to the sex. But then the trouble started. Sandras question was part of the problem. She had sowed the seed of doubt that I might not be up to it so soon. I had in fact fucked my partner before I left home, although that was a breach of my contract and I hadnt let on to anyone else it was just that she was horny and more demanding than usual. And then there was bitch Georgie. You know we had been an item, well she played on that. When I started helping her out of her clothes, or ripping them off if you prefer, I found she was wearing her own clothes, the ones she used to wear with me, my favourites, the ones that always got me hot and sweaty. Purple bra with pink bows, batching suspender belt, and purple panties with dark red lining. Fuck, I almost blew off with the memories of her parading around our bedroom. And the bitch was wearing the perfume I always bought for her. Not obvious, but subtle, just a dab between her tits and between her thighs. Every item that came off her sent a waft of the scent. And to make matters worse, every time she got close enough to whisper, she breathed in my ear about her memories of what we used to do together and how she missed me. I n the end, I lost my temper and threw her onto the bed, not exactly the ambiguity that Sandra said she wanted from the scene. But rape she wanted and rape she got. Fast and furious. A good hard fucking, pummelling her cunt, fucking her raw. And she just lay there, looking up at me like she used to, and rippling her cunt muscles, sending me wild, so wild I couldnt hold myself, despite all the tricks Id learned, and the more she did that, the more desperate I got, fucking her harder, sealing my fate, until I just blew, exploding inside her sore cunt. Cut, Sandras command heralded the outburst of frantic activity as lights went off, microphones were removed, cameras pulled away. But her next words penetrated the din. Weve got enough to work with, just about.