Porn film - trouble on set (CougarGirl with GenderBender)

[CougarGirl]

‘Are you kidding me? Of course I want it. It’s a great script, with an interesting plot and a chance for some really interesting characterisation.’

My agent had just handed me a career defining opportunity and he’s asking me if I want the part. You may think this was a wind up. I mean, come on, script, plot, characterisation, in a porn film, really? Yes, really, because this wasn’t really a porn film. Like I said, there was a script, a plot and characters. A proper film, with a top team and real production values. Sex too, of course, lots of it, but all part of the story. Sex as plot development or fulfilment, not just for its own sake.

My agent smiled. There was something he wasn’t telling me, there had to be. To be offered a part like this at all was amazing, especially at my age when most female performers are being given the so-called mature roles.

‘Come on,’ I said, ‘out with it. There’s a catch, isn’t there?’

‘Well, yes, Georgie, in a way, maybe. Rhode has accepted the male lead. Would you be OK with that?’

‘Sure,’ I didn’t hesitate, ‘we had a thing, but that was way back. We’re fine with each other now.’

‘And ’Troit, he’ll be fine with it too?’

’Troit, that’s my current partner. He’s in the business too.

‘Sure,’ I tried to sound confident, ‘this is work, isn’t it. It’s not personal, not like Rhode and I are getting back together.’

So there is was. All I had to do was break the news to ’Troit.

 

[GenderBender]

‘It’s good news, Rhode, Georgie’s taken the part.’

That was good news.

‘We want to thank you, Rhode, for all the help you’ve given us on this project. And the idea of bringing in Georgie has the potential to be transformational.’

‘Thank you.’ The less said the better with these guys. Like all producers, they were just concerned with the bottom line and I’d helped them increase it.

‘And you’re sure you’re OK with this on the personal level, I mean with Mia?’

‘Sure, Mia’s cool with this. She knows me and Georgie were together for a while and that we made a couple of movies together. But she understands the difference between our relationship and my work. What’s good for my career is good for both of us.’

‘That’s great, Rhode, because we certainly wouldn’t want to cause you any personal problems.’

‘Thanks for your concerns, guys, I appreciate it – Mia and I both do.’

‘So, Rhode, tell us how you see this idea of yours developing.’

If there’s one thing that pisses me off, it’s guys who keep using my name in every sentence. They all went on the same course and don’t realise that using a guy’s name has to be done sparingly if it’s to be effective.

‘The way I see it is this,’ I explained for what must have been the twentieth time. ‘I can use some of what I learned about Georgie – the things that really turn her on - when we were together and, if I use them discreetly on set, I’ll be able to generate performances that are more genuine that you usually get out of actresses. Maybe you’ve seen some of the scenes we filmed when we were a couple, and people say those were the best performances of her career.’

Time to bolster their egos.

‘I really do appreciate the faith you’ve placed in me by following my idea. Georgie isn’t, let’s be honest, the best actress around, and there are other better candidates for the role, like Texas Cunningham, but if I can use my knowledge of her to bring out her old feelings for me, which,’ I added to show how much I was in tune with their vision for this project, ‘is just what’s required for the role she’s playing. The reawakening of her sexual response for me will mirror her character’s growing attraction for my character.’

 

[CougarGirl]

I’d texted ’Troit as soon as I left my agent, he didn’t reply. That was only to be expected; he was filming that day and wouldn’t have been able to check his phone. It was mid-afternoon when his reply came: a big smiling emoji.

He didn’t get back to our apartment until evening. As soon as we met in the hallway, he swept me into his arms, lifting me off the floor.

‘Hey, babe, so you’re going to be a real film star.’

We kissed and he put me down.

‘Tell me about your day, ’Troit.’ He looked drained.

‘I’ve been with Carole, playing the handyman who steps in when her can’t satisfy her.’

We both grinned; originality was not a feature in our line of work.

‘Carole likes you, she always wants you booked to work with her, you told me.’

’Troit’s expression was strained.

‘She was difficult today, probably coming on for a period. She kept wanting retakes, complained it was my fault. I’m pretty much fucked out.’

I took the hint and cooked him some pasta. This was not the time to mention Rhode.

Once he’d eaten and rested, he started to come to life. I led him to our bedroom and stripped to my panties.

‘Let me ease the strain,’ I told him, slowly undressing him.

With ’Troit naked, I pushed him face down onto the bed and climbed astride him. My fingers worked the massage oil deep into his muscles, easing out the tension, letting him feel my flesh against his as I straddled his hips, and the heat of my pussy on his thighs as I worked down. By the time he rolled over, his cock was nine inches of solid steel.

‘Ummm,’ I purred, ‘looks like you enjoyed that.’

His grin was as wide as his cock was long, but his eyes were still tired. I knelt beside him and bend over him, letting the weight of my hair trail down his chest as I dropped kisses soft as the beat of butterfly wings. When I reached the tip of his cock, I climbed astride his ankles, swept back my hair and bent my head. The only thing touching his cock was my breath, trickling slowly along its length. When I raised my gaze, his eyes were smiling.

All the girls have their specialities. Blowjobs are mine. Directors know I can time them to the second.

‘How long do you want?’ I asked.

‘As long as it takes,’ he replied.

That’s just the way I like it. The way we both like it.

 

[GenderBender]

Mia isn’t in the industry. She’s a lawyer, which is lucky for me because us guys – we’re usually called the talent or, sometimes, the meat – don’t get paid much, nothing like what the girls can command. It’s the top girls, like Texas Cunningham, who make the real money. She’ll kill me when she hears that she missed out on that role. Georgie’s OK, good even, but she’s getting old now, suited to mature parts. But she’ll be useful on this film and that’s going to get me where I want to be. Once I make the break into regular movies, I can earn lots of money, enough not to need Mia any more.

But in the meantime I need her to pay the bills and that means she’s in control - of me.

‘Hi, lover, how’s your day been?’

That’s what she says ever evening when I get home, which is my cue to say, ‘Want to play it out?’

And she agrees, almost every day.

Except that, she only gets the highlights. I need time to recover, which is taking longer as I get older, and need to be rested and ready for the next day.

And of course she has no idea what really happened, so I can tell her whatever I want.

‘It was anal today,’ I tell her, knowing it is her least favourite.

‘OK,’ she sounds reluctant, ‘but make sure you use plenty of lube.’

‘Of course, honey,’ my reassurance is well practiced. ‘You get ready and I’ll get the lube.’

When I enter the bedroom, Mia is lying on the bed with a pillow under her belly to raise her hips.

I stand for a while enjoying the view of her small tight buttocks. Not so much the proud lawyer now. What would her clients think if they saw her like this? They may do one day; I’ve got some of this stuff on tape. Not that Mia knows about that, not yet. I imagine her reaction when she finds out, as I apply the lube to my cock, sparingly. I like a tight fit. That’s the best thing about anal, the tight fit, and Mia’s got a real tight ass.

‘Spread ’em,’ I command, and she obligingly reaches back and spread her cheeks wide.

I drive my cock up her ass in one fast thrust, right to be balls.

Her scream brings joy to my heart.

 

[CougarGirl]

What do you think is the most important part of her body that a girl can use when she deep throats a guy? Go on. Have a guess. Give up? OK, I’ll tell you. It’s the eyes. Taking a guy down your throat and swallowing his sperm is the most selfless and intimate thing you can do. All they have to do is lie back and think of, well, think of whatever, or whoever, they want. So, that’s what I did with my man. I got eye contact and held it, daring him to break the lock I had on his attention. Never once will I break my gaze, not even to look at his cock. There’s no need, I know what it looks like.

Then I begin with my breath, just let my warm breath trickle out between my lips, trailing over his twitching cock. Just a trickle of my breath. First contact.

Now I move in with the tip of my tongue, letting it barely touch his flesh. Up and down, round and round, and my breath still flowing as I move, following my touch. I’ve not used by hands yet, nor my lips, nor my teeth. He knows that and he knows it’s coming and he’s going to have to wait, just letting his pleasure build, slowly, slowly, inexorably. Just the tip of my tongue. Second contact.

’Troit’s not that pick as porn stars go, which means he’s big but manageably, a comfortable fit, a nice stretch, but not a pain. Not that I mind pain, but he’s not painful. He’s not nearly as big as Rhode; he’s about as much as I can cope with. Which is nice, especially for him. those really huge guys can never experience the true pleasure of sex, because they can never let themselves go. They’re just too big to handle.

Still working him with my tongue, but it’s in constant contact now, working up and down his shaft, along the exposed underside, because my hands aren’t in play, not yet. I can taste Carole; she always has a citrus, lemon tang. I can tell which girl he’s been fucking by the taste she leaves behind. The tongue traces the length of his cock, from its base above his balls to the tip, the very tip, those puffy cock lips. Just a quick flick of my tongue across those lips, gently probing inside. Third contact.

Time for his balls now. Nicely balanced, big and bouncy. I lick them, tasting his sweat and musk. Then I suck one into my mouth, my eyes still holding his remember. He’s looking at me down the length of his cock, watching as his previous ball, the seat of his virility, disappears into my mouth. He is at my mercy now, his manhood is at my disposal. He feels safe, but there is always a fear lurking in the back of his mind, there has to be, because he has no way of knowing what is in my mind. What do I know, what have I discovered? What revenge could I be planning? Time to move on to his other balls. Balls in my mouth. Fourth contact.

 

[GenderBender]

Every thrust of my cock elicits a louder moan from Mia. I’m not vicious. I know she finds this difficult, but she wants to be treated like a piece of trash, so I’m just delivering her fantasy for her. I’ve met women like her before. Totally in control and dominant in their profession during the day, but at night they want a guy who isn’t intimidated by them, someone who can give them what they crave, which is sex, lots of it, frequent, and rough, the rougher the better. She complains afterwards – but never during, I notice, never when I’ve got her well and truly pegged between those small, tight buttocks – says I’m too hard on her. That’s just not true. Like I’ve told her, she’d have caught to complain if she got it as hard as some of the girls do. I’ve explained to her so often that this is just a taste of what it’s like getting ass fucked by a real pro.

And with each thrust, she is pushed further up the bed. We’ve been going about a quarter of an hour now and her face is up against the wall. She’s bracing herself so that her precious face isn’t smashed. I’m not worried, though, she can always cover it up with makeup. She’s got some really expensive concealer that does a great job. One of the girls on a film told me about it, even let me have a sample. It’s what she uses to cover up blemishes.

This is my favourite, at least my favourite with Mia, she’s so tight, I can barely hold myself back. That’s why I’m going to slowly, it wouldn’t do to let myself go too soon. Most of the pleasure of sex with restraining yourself from cumming. She says this doesn’t do anything for her, but hell it’s doing a lot for me. I’ll rub her clit a bit later, that always sets her off and then I’ll let myself cum.

While I’m waiting, I’m remembering what it was like with that juicy Georgie. She didn’t like anal. She had to do it, of course, all the girls to, it comes with the territory. But she wasn’t as tight as Mia. Oh fuck, nearly let myself go then. That’s what comes of thinking about Georgie. I’ll need to keep that in check when we start filming. That’s only a few days away now. where was I?. Yes, that was it, it’ll be good getting back with her. When I’m a success, she’ll be only too happy to be with me instead of that titchy-dicked ‘Troit. I ask you, what sort of name is that?

Oops, oh no, shit, I’ve cum, she’ll complain now. That’s her favourite hobby, complaining. But I’ve got an excuse and she doesn’t really mind anyway.

‘Sorry, honey, I just couldn’t hold myself any longer, you’re just too exciting for me.’

She grins and eases herself off my cock, turning and pulling my head down to her clit.

Oh well, here I go again. Deep breath and down I go.

Pity she doesn’t taste like Georgie. She’s got a sort of fruity tang, whereas Mia, she’s more sort of salted fishy. Not my favourite.

 

[CougarGirl]

I lift his cock away from his belly, my fingers pressing no more than I need. Contact five.

I purse my lips and lower them until they just touch the tip of his cock. There I hold them, perfectly still, feeling the involuntary twitching of his cock in response. This small moment of intimacy is something I never do with the talent. This is too personal, it’s just for me and my lover. This is contact six. A moment we both savour, each holding the other’s gaze.

When the breath slowly seeps between my lips over his bellend, he knows that I will act, but he doesn’t know how. Even I don’t know that. I am a great believer in spontaneity, acting in the moment without thought. But not this time. I’ve got to make a choice. I need to tell him about Rhode. How long do I want to put that off? I feel the saliva pooling in my mouth and my decision is made. I spread my lips wide, let the saliva drool of his cock, and take him into my mouth, not slowly, not inching imperceptibly in, withdrawing and returning, teasing him. No, not this time. I swallow him whole. Contact seven.

I’ve lost his gaze. His eyes opened wide in surprise at my sudden move and then closed in pleasure as my throat gripped him and my teeth dug into his shaft.

If he were filming, he could hold out, mind and discipline controlling his desire. But he isn’t filming and I’m not just one of the girls. This is me and he can respond as he wants to, as his body needs to. His chest is already rising faster as he anticipates what’s coming. As I set up a rhythm of contractions in my throat, my teeth dig deeper, snapping at his shaft, testing the tension in it, and finally I begin to hum, low and deep from inside me, the vibrations working out through his cock.

He’s gone now, I can feel his whole body tense. His hips come up, bucking more and more as he tries to push deeper into my throat. He’s close, so close. My hands come up to cradle his balls, squeezing and pulling them, like I’m milking him.

All I need to do is wait, wait for him, let him blow when’s he’s ready, when his body can take no more. I know the sign. The start of a long groan, a groan that will last as long as he’s cumming, as long as I hold him in my mouth, until I pull back and lick the last drips off his cock. He basically came dry. Carole’s been milking him today, so he didn’t have a lot left for me, but I’m not bothered.

Now his groan becomes a sigh and I crawl up the bed to lie beside him, my arm over his chest, feeling his breathing subside.

He puts his arm around my shoulders and pulls me close.

‘So,’ he says at last, ‘go on, tell me.’

‘Tell you what?’ I try to sound innocent.

‘What you’ve been waiting to tell me all evening.’

I tell him: Rhode is the leading man in my film. He is silent for a long time.

‘Be careful,’ he says at last. ‘I know there’s nothing between you two anymore, so I’m not worried about that, but that guy has a reputation for always putting himself first. Watch yourself. That’s all I’m saying, just watch yourself.’

He’s right. I know Rhode as well as anyone and ’Troit’s right. Rhode knows me and he’ll try to take advantage of that, for his own benefit. But my knowledge of him is going to protect me. Two can play that game.

Bring it on.

 

[GenderBender]

Today I met the second-unit director. She’s the one who’s going to be in charge of the sex scenes. Name of Sandra. Late 40s, early 50s, no makeup, plain face, long dank hair, big boned, small tits, wearing tight light blue jeans that show off her only feature of note, big ass.

We shook. Her grip was like a vice. Her tone brooked no nonsense, let’s get down to business.

‘Right, Rhode, we need to get some practicalities out of the way. I’m in charge of the sex scenes and we’re going to take them in sequence. The director and I have agreed that, as you and Georgie aren’t used to character development, that will help you. Is that OK?’

‘Sure.’ That was obviously what I was expected to say. ‘It’s OK for me, that is, I can’t speak for Georgie.’

‘No,’ she smiled – I think it was a smile, ‘of course not, I wouldn’t expect you to.’

I smiled back.

‘Now,’’ she went on briskly, ‘this first scene is when you and Georgie first get it together. She’s an investment banker and you’re a lawyer on the opposite side of a deal. You’re attracted to her and she’s showing signs of reciprocating, but she’s keeping her distance, not rejecting your advances but not accepting them either. She’s being cautious and you suspect that she’s suspicious that this may be a ploy on your part to get information out of her. That’s my reading of the script. Is that how you see it or do you have a different view of what your character is thinking?’

‘No,’ again that seemed the right answer, ‘no, that was my reading. Maybe I’m just a bit suspicious too, that she may be playing me to draw me in.’

Sandra looked thoughtful for a while.

‘Um, yes, maybe, although I’m not sure I’ve read your character as that subtle. Anyway, the point I want to make is this: this won’t be like the sort of film you’re used to, where you just strip off and fuck. There’s no fucking for the sake of fucking or fucking to titillate the audience. This is fucking as part of character understanding and plot development.’

She seemed to be savouring the word fuck.

I nodded.

‘Good.’ She favoured me with another smile, at least I think she did. ‘So, Rhode, do you have any questions?’

I shook my head.

‘Right, let’s get to practicalities. I need to think about lighting and camera angles. We’re going to use multiple cameras to cover all perspectives and avoid any unnecessary retakes. And that’s going to present some problems for the lighting guys.’

I nodded again. ‘Yes, I can see it’s going to be present some technical problems for you.’

She almost beamed with pleasure.

‘Thank you for understanding, so few actors think about these things. I’m going to need to check out some flesh tones, if that’s OK.’

I nodded.

‘So,’ she went on, ‘get your kit off and come and stand by this window in the light.’

Well now, this was not what I had expected, but it was no surprise. What woman, even one like Sandra wouldn’t want to check out a real porn stud in person? I dropped my clothes and walked over to the window.

She walked round me, made me turn and bend, took out some sort of meter and made some readings.

‘Um,’ she had that thoughtful look again, ‘I can see I’ll need to take account of shadows.’

I followed her eyes down to my cock that was waving around between us.

‘Rhode,’ she seemed almost shy, ‘I hope you don’t mind me asking, but how do you guys manage that? Getting hard on demand. The guys I’ve known don’t find it that easy.’

This, I felt, was not the moment to give her a lecture about the realities of life as a porn star.

‘All the guys have their own tricks, but actually,’ I tried to sound embarrassed, ‘this isn’t one on demand, it was spontaneous. It was a genuine reaction to being with you. I hope you don’t feel awkward about it.’

Sandra grinned, yes she definitely grinned.

‘No, Rhode, it doesn’t make me feel awkward, not at all.’

I pretended to want to chance the subject. It’s the mark of a real pro to be able to get it up for someone like her.

‘Do we need to try any other positions? Obviously, I wouldn’t be alone in the scene, will I?’

‘Er, no,’ she seemed like she had other ideas in mind. ‘I’m just curious, I hope you don’t mind me asking, but are you able to get satisfied? I mean that’s so huge that a normal woman wouldn’t be able to take you all in.’

She was right about that. It can be a problem for us well-hung guys, but fortunately there are plenty of women in the industry who are able to cope. Now may not be the best moment to mention them.

‘That can be a problem, but I’ve found that if a woman is really attracted to me she’ll find a way to accommodate me.’

‘And Georgie, what about her, she’s not going to have a problem is she? We can get around some things with cutaways and camera angles, but there’s a limit to what we can achieve.’

‘Georgie and I have worked together and for a time we even had a thing going between us, but that’s over long ago,’ I reassure her, if she needs reassurance.

She’s just staring now, measuring me in her mind, she’s even licking her lips.

‘If you’d like to try it out for size,’ I remark in a joking tone, so she doesn’t take it seriously, unless she wants to.

‘Well, I wouldn’t mind, if you don’t that is, just to find out what it’s like giving a real stud a blowjob.’

And with that, without a by your leave, she drops to her knees and swallows me whole. She gave head like she went about her business, with cool efficiency. The girls I film with are putting on a show and helping me look good. They know how to make it appear they’re working a guy hard, and they know when to relax a bit to give me a chance. Not Sandra. I didn’t stand a chance. Just when I knew I couldn’t hold it any longer, she pulled her head away and shuffled back. My cum landed between her feet. She checked her watch.

‘Two minutes exactly. Right. Now how long before you could go again?’

It was best not to lie to her.

‘At my age now,’ I told her, ‘about half an hour and if you want a good load of spunk longer, quite a bit longer.’

She stood up and walked towards the door. I felt I had been measured and found wanting.

‘Clear your mess up before you leave,’ she called over her shoulder.

 

[CougarGirl]

Can you believe it? I spent an entire day just selecting outfits for me to wear in different scenes. Real class stuff, just like lawyers and accountants would wear to work or in the evenings. Two hours just on picking out underwear. Two whole hours. And not the trash stuff I normally wear for the first minute or two of a film. Designer stuff that was sexy and made me look and feel good. I really hope I can keep some of it. They can’t really reuse underwear, can they?

The next day I did a few scenes, dressing and undressing in the different clothes. Short scenes, just me on my own, dressing, undressing for a shower, taking a shower, lying on the bed. I’ve no idea where they’re going to fit in.

Then we came to the first big scene, the one where Rhode and I have sex for the first time. I’m suspicious of him, that’s what the script says, thinking that he isn’t really attracted to me, but just out to get some information about the deal we’re both negotiating, so I’m on my guard. This isn’t going to be some quick fuck. It’s got to be in character and we’re going to film it in one take if possible, starting with us at his apartment and undressing each other.

I was ready – dressed with makeup and hair done - when Sandra the second unit director came to see me in my dressing room. Imagine, a second unit and a dressing room. This girl has really come up on the world.

‘Georgie,’ she began seriously, ‘you know we’re leaving it up to you and Rhode to improvise these scenes.’ I nodded. ‘Well, I want to have a chat to you about your motivation for this first scene. We know you’re suspicious about Rhode’s motives.’ I nodded again. ‘Well. I want to think about your backstory.’ Backstory? Right. What’s one of those? I didn’t dare ask and risk showing my ignorance. ‘There are things about your life that aren’t in the script, but are part of what made you the person you are when the film starts,’ Sandra explained. ‘And the bit I want to introduce you to is that you’ve had a couple of bad relationships in the past and that’s given you a problem when it comes to commitment. Even if it weren’t for your suspicions, you’d find it difficult to let yourself go, however much you’re attracted to this guy and there’s no doubt that you are attracted to him, physically at least. Are you OK with that?’ I nodded again, hesitantly.

Sandra seemed to pick up the vibes.

‘Look, Georgie, I know this is all new to you and it’s a big ask for any actress but what I want to see is real physical attraction that is being suppressed because of your suspicions and your commitment issues. I’m looking for some physical hesitation at the outset and then as things become more intense I want to see you trying to hide or even stifle how you’re responding to him.’

‘Right,’ I try to sound confident. ‘I’ll do my best.’

‘No one can ask more,’ Sandra replied as if she really meant it. ‘So, let’s get to work then.’

I rose, straightened my skirt and began to follow her out to the set. As she opened the dressing door, she turned and raised her right hand. The little finger was cocked and she wiggled it.

‘Can you do that?’ she asked. I copied her gesture and she smiled.

‘If there’s anything that you’re not comfortable about while we’re filming, anything at all, just make that sign and I’ll have you out of there right away. OK? Anything at all, you can trust me.’

I smiled my thanks and tried to hide my concern. Was that something she said to all actresses in sex scenes or was there something that she thought might happen?

I didn’t need to pretend to be nervous as I walked through the technicians and stepped over the cables into the brightly lit area around the luxurious bed. Rhode was waiting there for me and, as I stepped forward towards him, Sandra called ‘Action’.

Rhode came forward. His fingers immediately went to the buttons of my jacket and he had them unfastened in a trice. I just stood there, letting him remove the jacket and start on the zip of my skirt. Then I raised my hands to remove his bowtie. They were shaking as I loosened the knot and let the ends fall onto his chest. I barely noticed my skirt falling round my ankles, exposing my legs and stockings. I planned to keep my shoes on for as long as possible, just to give me extra height. We were both working on the buttons of our shirts now and I remembered the first time Rhode and I had had sex, not on film but as a couple. It was very different from this slow affair. He had hardly been able to contain his excitement, so unlike his cool control in his films. His shirt was open now and I slid my arms around him, feeling his hard muscles, remembering how he felt in my arms as he crushed me onto my bed. He shrugged off his shirt and pushed my blouse over my shoulders, forcing me to release my grip. He pulled me close as he unfastened by bra and I pushed my hands between us to unfasten his trousers, my fingers brushing his cock as I pushed them over his hips.

Already I could feel my body reacting as it had all that time ago when we had first come together. I knew I had to hold back, not only to keep in character, but also out of loyalty to ’Troit. It would have been so easy to respond to him as I used to, especially when his fingers moved into my panties and began to work towards my clit. He’d know I was responding; there was no way I could hold back the dampness. But two could play that game. I let him work his magic for a few moments and put my arms around his neck to pull him close to me, pressing my tits against his hard chest. I put my lips to his ear and began to kiss his lobes. His finger worked harder, he thought he had me in control.

I pressed my mouth against his ear and whispered. On camera it looked like I was just breathing and the mics wouldn’t pick up what I said.

‘This is like that first time, Rhode, remember, when you couldn’t control yourself.’

His finger stopped working my clit for a moment as he recalled the scene of his cock exploding, showering me with his cum before he even got inside me.

No, I’m not joking. You just know him from his films, the great stud who is in total control. But that’s just acting, with a girl who’s acting too, and any little mishaps can be cut out and filmed around. He wasn’t able to control himself with me. Twice that first night. He was only able to penetrate me on the third attempt.

He lowered his head and pushed my hair aside with his spare hand so that he could nuzzle my neck and nibble my ear. Then he let my hair fall back to cover his face.

‘No,’ he whispered frantically, ‘it’s not going to be like that this ti-.’

But my nails were scratching into his nipples now, digging hard and twisting, the way he liked, the way that got him screaming to be allowed to cum.

He was right, it wasn’t going to be like that, not in this first scene, but I’d laid down a marker that he had better remember.

 

[GenderBender]

So that was her plan. Well, she had showed her hand and showed it too soon. And she’s wrong if she thinks she can turn me on like she did when we first met. Sure, I was so hot for her then that I blew my load the first time we got together. But that was then and this is now. and that was real life and this isn’t. OK, so I did have some problems when we worked together, but it is always difficult to separate real life and acting when you have to perform with your partner, which is why directors keep them apart if they can, unless they want that extra frisson. Not that the classy director of this epic would be so devious. But like I said we aren’t an item any more.

Which doesn’t mean this is going to be easy if she is going to pull out her full bag of tricks. She knows which buttons to press and when, like raking her nails over my nipples. Those are things that we keep from other performers. Our role, the talent as we’re called, is to keep control for as long as it takes, which means as long as the director wants. And you don’t let on about personal weakness that will allow these stuck up bitches who call themselves actresses to get one up on you.

That was a difficult moment, I’ll admit it, that flash of pain and my involuntary moan of pleasure, but she knows I can cope with that. It was just a signal, though. What she was really getting at was my mind, trying to get me thinking about losing control with her, trying to get my body back all those years ago when it was so excited to be inside that I just lost control. But I managed to keep control, holding back, not penetrating her until I was ready. Showing her that I wasn’t her plaything any more. Somehow, though, I got the impression that she didn’t care, that she was laughing at me, telling me this was just the start.

And let’s not forget that I know a thing about her too, things that I can use to my advantage. I didn’t give the game away, not like she did. I bided my time, going through the motions, fucking her tenderly at first and then harder, like my character would have done, making sure the camera got good angles of both of us. Now that is a chance, having to worry about how I look – my role is usually just to make the girl look good.

I bided my time and waited, judging how she was reacting, not how she was performing, but how she was reacting, feeling her cunt muscles responding to the memories of our time together. And then I pulled the trick, the one that she never failed to put her over the edge. I worked her ass for a while, wondering if she would realise what was coming, and then I slipped my finger into her crack. She tensed, she knew what I was going to do, or she thought I did. Would she think this was just a warning like she had sent me or the real thing?

She didn’t know until it happened. I got it just right, just when her muscles were beginning that tell-tale ripple along my cock, I plunged my index finger up her ass, hooked it and tugged, hard.

She blew, total loss of control, huge orgasm, thrashing, crying, clinging to me desperately, like she used to in bed.

And that was when I let it go, deep inside her. Two days worth of spunk, right on target. Bull’s eye.

She clung to me afterwards, like she always did, until Sandra called ‘Cut’.

Immediately, two girls appeared and draped robes over our shoulders. And as the technicians began dismantling the set, Sandra rushed over.

‘Guys, that was great, just great. Better than I could have expected. I owe you both an apology, I thought you couldn’t act, but I’ve got some great facials showing you struggling to come to terms with this relationship that you are both suspicious of but can’t resist.’

I grinned at how she had so totally misread what was happening between me and Georgie.

‘OK, so you two need to recover for tomorrow. That’s the scene remember when you have both had time to reflect on what has happened. You, George, regret this and want to try to pull back but you,’ she turned to me, ‘wouldn’t let her and pursue her, forcing yourself on her, but unsure of whether she feels the same about you.’

I caught Georgie’s eye. Tomorrow would be fun.

 

[CougarGirl]

Sandra knocked and put her head round my door just as I emerged from the shower, dripping wet and naked.

‘Hi, sorry, here let me pass you a towel.’

I dried myself and started to dress.

‘Are you Ok with the outfit for tomorrow?’

‘Sure,’ I had helped chose and everything was really good quality, not the cheap tat I was used to. ‘It looks good and feels great to wear.’

‘Right, Georgie, that’s fine, I just wanted to be sure.’

She wandered around aimlessly as I pulled on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. Somehow I felt she was just plucking up courage to say something. If she had some criticism of my performance, I’d rather she came right out with it.

‘Sandra, is there something you wanted to say?’

She seemed awkward, but eventually admitted there was.

‘I hope you don’t mind, it’s rather personal, but I was just wondering, what with you having a partner and going home to him with another’s guy’s spunk swilling around inside you, how does that work exactly, isn’t he jealous?’

So that was it. As soon as they know what I do, everyone wants to know, they just took time to get round to it. My sister, my mother, my best friend, my not best friend, the girl I was chatting to on a train. You name them, they’ve asked. And I had my answer off pat.

‘No, he’s not jealous. First, we’re confident with each other in our relationship. Second, we’re both in the same business. Third, I’m not jealous of him offloading his spunk into other girls.’

‘And,’ I knew there’d be an ‘and’, there always was, ‘and he isn’t bothered that you’ve been making love to another man, touched my him, kissed by him.’

I smiled. ‘No, Sandra, he isn’t because I haven’t been making love, I’ve just been doing a sex scene. I’ve been acting. He is no more concerned about me being touched by the talent than if I had been examined by a doctor.’

‘I only wondered,’ she clearly hadn’t got to her point yet, ‘whether it might be different given your history, you two having been an item in the past.’

‘No, Sandra,’ I was getting weary of this conversation, ‘that’s past, we’ve both moved on.’

I picked up my purse and made to leave, but she wasn’t done yet.

‘I only asked because, looking at some of the shots we got, it came across as if there was something personal in your performance.’

Shit, had some picked up some of the vibes?

‘That,’ I told her haughtily, ‘is because I am a good actress.’

She came and stood in front of me with a serious look on her face.

‘No, Georgie, you’re not that good an actress. Let’s not kid ourselves here.’ She attempted a smile but it didn’t come off. ‘There was something going on between you two. It worked out for the best today, because we’ll be able to some of the close ups of your expressions in a way that complements the story. But what I am saying is, don’t let whatever is going on get in the way of the job I have to do. I’ll bring my shots in on time and in budget. I have a reputation and no one, not even a cutie like you,’ her eyes drifted slowly over my body, ‘is going to spoil that reputation.’ She paused. ‘Do you understand me?’

I nodded, taken aback by the ferocity of her attitude and her apparent attraction to me.

‘Tell me, Georgie, because I am really curious. You came rather suddenly, didn’t you. I thought you’d make it last longer. Why was that, couldn’t you hold it any longer?’

So she’d moved from confrontational to confidant. I wasn’t so sure I was ready for the transition.

‘I can cum as fast or as slow as I want and I can fake it too, very convincingly if I have to, although generally I don’t. But since you ask, there are some things that set me off, some special things that I can’t control. And it just so happens that having a finger shot fast up my ass is one of them. That’s why I came when I did. Otherwise, I was thinking another few minutes before I let myself go, but he triggered me off.’

‘You mean he deliberately spoilt the shot for you by getting you off too soon?

Maybe he had and that was certainly what I thought at the time, but Sandra had presented me with a chance to get my own back. ‘That is possible,’ I said, drawing close to her and lowering my voice, ‘but there is another possibility. Have you thought that he might not have been able to last any longer. It can happen with the meat when they got older and he is past his peak. Have you thought of that, Sandra?’

Obviously, she hadn’t, but she would be now. thinking about it overnight and as she watched us on set tomorrow.

I rode the bus home and began to plan what I would be doing tomorrow, preparing for whatever he had in mind. It was, after all, effectively a rape scene. It wouldn’t be my first. And it wouldn’t be his either. It just so happened that non-con was one of his fantasies. And I knew that, but he knew I knew, and I knew he knew I knew, and … Well this could turn out to be fun.

 

[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 you’re ready for the next scene? Properly rested, I mean.’ I guessed where this was leading, but I pretended to be puzzled. ‘Sorry, Sandra, I’m not sure what you’re 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 you’ve a partner who, I’m sure, needs to be kept satisfied. You know we don’t 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. You’ll get sweaty under the lights. I’ll 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. Sandra’s 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 hadn’t 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 couldn’t hold myself, despite all the tricks I’d 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,’ Sandra’s command heralded the outburst of frantic activity as lights went off, microphones were removed, cameras pulled away. But her next words penetrated the din. ‘We’ve got enough to work with, just about.’

 

[CougarGirl]

I stood in the shower, letting the warm soapy water wash away the sweat and ease my muscles, and reliving the look on Rhode’s face when I made him cum.

‘Shall I pass you a towel?’

I jumped at Sandra’s question. How had she got in without me hearing her? How long had she stood there watching?

‘Thanks, Sandra, yes please.’

She came towards me with the towel, rapped it around me and began rubbing me dry, working methodically down my body, lingering over my tits and spending a lot of time at my crotch. I let her see the pleasure she was giving me – that was what she wanted after all, to touch me and play with me, and where was the harm if it got her on my side. And I was going to need her on my side, because Rhode would be out for revenge. He might even have spoken to Sandra already, priming her with the idea that the premature end of the scene had been my fault.

‘It looks,’ she said when she finally stepped back, taking the towel with her, ‘as if you may have been right about Rhode having a problem.’ I deployed all my acting skills not to look concerned rather than smug. ‘You’re not thinking,’ I put on my best horrified face, the one I usually used when confronted with a huge cock, ‘of replacing him.’ Sandra shook her head. ‘No, I hadn’t thought of that. it would mean reshooting the scenes we’ve done so far. I’d like to avoid that, but the longer I leave it the more reshooting there will be.’ I said no more – the seed was sown.

‘Did he cum too soon for you? I mean, did you manage to get off or did he leave you …’ Her voice trailed off.

‘No,’ I admitted because it was true, ‘I didn’t orgasm that time.’ Sandra was so obvious it was almost pathetic. ‘Is there anything you need to help?’ she asked. ‘I can lend you a vibrator. Or …’ again her voice trailed off.

I gave her a hug, but stepped back before she could get her hands on me again. ‘Thank you, Sandra, you are so thoughtful. But I’ve calmed down now. I’ll be fine, honestly.’ I needed to let her down gently. It’s always best not to reject a director who can make or break your career. ‘Another time.’ There, I’d given her hope, which was all she was going to get for the moment anyway.

‘Sure, of course, Georgie, but do you mind if I get something off my mind while you dress.’ I picked up my day clothes and made a bit of a show for her as I put them on. ‘It’s about Rhode. He seems to have a problem and I was wondering if, in the interests of the film, which we both want to be a success, you could perhaps do something.’

‘Something?’ I wasn’t sure where this was going.

‘Yes, something to help, help Rhode that is. There must be lots of tricks you know to slow a guy down?’

Oh yes, there were tricks and I knew them, just like there were tricks to make him cum too soon.

‘Sandra,’ I touched her arm, standing close in bra and thong, ‘yes, there are tricks that I’ve used, but there’s only so much anyone can do. It’s a mental thing as much as physical. Once a guy realises that he can’t last very long, it preys on his mind, and the more he thinks about it, the worse it gets for him.’

‘Would it help if I asked him not to have sex with his partner, Mia, is that her name?’

‘Yea, Mia, right, but I don’t think that would help. It might just put him on edge more if he was being deprived at home.’

‘Yes,’ Sandra didn’t have much understanding of men, ‘I see, I hadn’t thought of that.’ She was thoughtful for a while. ‘At least tomorrow will be the scene when you finally give yourself to him completely. I can cope with him getting too excited when that happens, so short and sweet will work just fine.’

Short and sweet it would be then. Very short but not so sweet for Rhode.