Getting into the Movies Pt. 03

PART III

RECAP:

What an amazing couple of days it was making my first couple of actual Porn Films; and continued to have a great time over the next couple of years, with Matty introducing me to contacts all over Europe, meaning I could give up my job in the restaurant, to become a full time porn actress.

Because of my tiny demeanour and big boobs, I was invariably cast as a schoolgirl or niece/sister/step-daughter or or young girlfriend getting up to mischief, and as you’d expect I soon did everything a woman can do sexually, solo, and with numerous men and women in the plural.

All was going really well; then….. Covid struck and the industry shut down. As it loomed Jonty asked me to move in with him so we could continue making solo vids for his website which kept the financial wolf from the door, especially when he worked out a way for other models to make 10 or 15 minute videos at home and send them in to go on his website.

One financially rewarding aspect of these vids and photo sessions was when we started making Private Shoots for special requests. Obviously some were very kinky, and some I turned down; but there was usually at least one other model desperate for £100.

I had one regular ‘fan’ who would ask for me do dress ‘like a pin-up model’ which intrigued me; and as the months went by I really looked forward to him getting in touch with quite specialist and intricate requests. One week he sent an e-mail with some photos of a 50’s Pin-Up model called Betty Brosmer that we’d never heard of; but a quick Google found a lot of photos and Jonty laughed that I actually looked like her — small, slim and busty!

As requested I bought some vintage underwear and nylons from the internet; plus a ‘curly perm’ wig and away we went.

Thankfully the pandemic and its lockdowns ended and I went straight back to business, making two or three films a week to fill the gap in the market; which is ultimately why I was on a plane returning from Vegas in chapter #1.

As soon as air travel was allowed Jonty and I flew to America where a studio had offered me the opportunity to make some videos with them; and the money on offer was mind boggling.

We made 12 films of various lengths and themes in a week, then had a few days at the beach before flying home.

Not just were these films a success; but other porn studios in America and across Europe all got in touch too. It was difficult to decide which offers to take up; but one ‘specialist studio’ intrigued Jonty and gave him a ‘lightbulb’ moment.

He was excited because they used a specialist programme to colour the films to make them look ‘old’, which is why he pitched the ‘Betty Brosmer’ idea to them…. and they liked it; so a couple of weeks later I flew from Prague where I’d just made a couple of films, straight to LA, where we pretended to be on holiday as we didn’t have work permits.

The company were very professional and had access to some old studio sets, where they made their films. We started with a couple of solo sets in authentic 50’s lingerie, replicating what they called ‘Stag films’ then a couple of days in someone produced a script, which was to go on and win me an Golden Dildo Award at a glittering ceremony in Vegas.

I was a 1950’s housewife, more of a ‘Trophy Wife’ who; even though she wore sexy lingerie at breakfast, her much older chubby husband ignored her.

The first in what would become a four part series, had me wearing a tiny white transparent baby-doll nightie with matching panties under a matching ‘housecoat’.

I wandered around the Formica kitchen smoking a menthol cigarette, bending over showing lots of cleavage and arse; with no effect on Charlie my ‘screen husband’ who was reading a newspaper.

As he left for work he gave me a kiss on the cheek and a patronising pat on the bum.

The film then resumed what was meant to be later in the day, where I was still dressed in the same outfit as earlier but with massive Jackie O sunglasses, and now I was standing at the patio doors smoking another menthol cigarette and drinking (what was meant to be) a Martini…. watching the Latino Pool Boy go about his work in a tight pair of shorts and a pair of flip-flops.

When he finished he approached me; trying not to look at me in my sexy undies; but the obvious ‘lump’ in his shorts gave the game away.

I turned to get his money and dropped my purse meaning I had to bend over, with straight legs; giving him a good look at my arse and pussy.

As I gave him his cash, I ran a well manicured fingernail down his chest.

“Would you like to earn another $10?” I purred in my best American accent.

“Sure.” he answered, “how?”

“Fuck me baby….. fuck me real good!” then cupped his balls.

“Sure.” he grinned, “but… your husband?”

“He won’t be back until late tonight.” I purred again and turned and walked into the living room with him following.

I sat on the sofa and let him get a good look at my pussy slit through my panties, then beckoned him to me, until he was standing between my spread legs.

“Let’s see what you have for me in here!” I giggled as I pulled his shorts down….. “Holy shit!” I gasped when an 8 inch cock sprang into life!

“Oh my you are a big boy.” I chuckled as I wrapped my fingers around the rubbery shaft, then began kissing the tip and down the straining veins all the way to his neatly trimmed pubes., then back to the top again so I could suck it.

“Oh fuck!” The pool boy gasped as I jerked his cock into my mouth as he fondled my tits.

With cameras zooming in from all angles I put on a helluva show; then at a signal from the Director, the boy stepped back to let me take my panties off.

“Holy fuck! You’ve got no hair!” He gasped; as this was meant to be the 1950’s.

“Do you like it with no hair?”

“Shit yes I do.”

“Well stick that fucking massive cock in then baby.”

He lifted my thighs until my arse was off the sofa, and did just that….. making me genuinely gasp and groan as it slid deep inside my cunt. As I acclimatised he began fucking me like a wild dog; making my tits bounce and wobble until they popped out of my baby-doll…. and still he kept pounding, bending forward occasionally to suck on my nipples or rub his face between my mounds, never dropping the pace for a second.

After getting some close ups of his cock stretching my cunt from between our legs, the Director signalled for us to change over; so I had to tap him on the shoulder and tell him ‘that I wanted to sit on his big cock’.

As he sat down I saw how shiny and sticky his cock was so regardless of the script couldn’t resist licking and sucking it again which soon had him moaning, but the Director made motions for me to get on top as time was running out; so I turned and sat on his hard spike reverse cowgirl style and bounced up and down so the cameraman could record every inch going in and out of my shaved cunt, while the guy squeezed and jiggled my tits.

I was having a blast, as usual but time was of the essence and following another secret signal, I had to get off my fuck-toy and knelt before him violently wanking his big dick while licking his knob; until I felt his balls tighten and he began gasping, so I edged forward and cupped his balls while I jerked his cock towards my tits…. and no one was disappointed a huge load of teenage spunk shot out and landed across my tits, followed by a second.

I couldn’t resist sucking his knob for a few seconds to get a taste, then squeezed the last drops onto my tongue.

The film ended as the pool boy panted; “Do I still get my $10?”

“Sure you do sweetie; and there’ll be 10 more next week too.”

“That’s a wrap!” Carlos the Director shouted; then the crew actually broke into applause.

We all sat around chatting over lunch and Carlos asked if I’d like to ‘stay in the Betty Brosmer character’ for a second film; and who was I too to say no as it had been great fun.

I chose a new set of retro-lingerie for the second film, this time it was a gorgeous green and flowery see-through set with a calf length matching gown and including a suspender belt that held up some tan seamed stockings and a pair of fluffy green mules.

The opening scene was virtually the same; but the difference this time was when I stood at the patio doors the pool-boy, Raul had a friend with him, a short thick set black kid known as Li’l Jimmy, which was because of his height…. not his cock size, that’s for sure.

Raul and Li’l Jimmy kept looking over at me and laughing as I stood smoking and drinking my Martini, so I waved back.

The boys quickly finished clearing leaves out of the pool and swaggered over to where I was standing.

Raul impishly smiled and muttered, “I hope you didn’t mind me bringing my friend to ‘help out’ today”.

“Not at all.” I smiled; “Is $10 each fair?”

“Fuck yes lady!” Jimmy cackled.

This time the boys quickly began ‘feeling me up’ and kissing me, while I stroked their cocks through their shorts.

Jimmy struggled to keep to the script; but I liked that spontaneity and riffed off it when he pushed his hand between my legs and grabbed my pussy, so I opened my legs wider, for him to finger me; which he roughly did, making me grunt.

“I hear you’re a helluva cocksucker; is that right lady?”

“There’s only one way to find out, isn’t there?” I smiled, as I slowly dropped to my knees, alternately kissing their chests and belly’s.

“Who wants to go first?” I went off script as I stroked their stiff cocks through the cotton of their shorts.

Jimmy wasted no time and loosened the lace in the waistband allowing me to whip them down in an instant.

“Holy Fuck!” I gasped, “that’s fucking huge!” It was about the same length as Raul’s which was now on display again; but weirdly much thicker.

The boys stood either side of my head so I could stroke them at the same time while kissing and licking them for the camera.

Jimmy’s impatience got the better of him again; “Get it in your mouth lady….. show me how good you really are at sucking cock.”

Now; there was a challenge… and one I took up eagerly sucking and licking it while pumping it with my fist; ignoring Raul; but he got behind me and began fondling my tits; which is something I love happening in films and in real life.