“Keep going, Angie, keep going,” Keisha cooed. Trevi had put her hands in Keisha’s hands, and now they were clasping them and unclasping them in unison. This was a new experience, and Keisha wasn’t sure if she ever wanted to do it again, but it was not unpleasant.
“Hold the positions, everybody,” Ray yelled from the side. He walked back on the set, and no one moved. Phil came running out of the bathroom with his camera. Trevi was bent down, with her mouth still on Keisha’s pussy, and Keisha had raised her head to watch Trevi’s work.
“Phil, get me shots of this,” Ray instructed.
Phil began taking shots of Trevi and Keisha’s pussy.
“Keisha, give me a great fuck face, like you’re really enjoying her eating you out,” Phil said. Keisha did her best, and Phil clicked more pictures.
It reminded Keisha of something her grandfather used to say about pigs. When Keisha was little, she hated to eat chitterlings for New Year’s, which was a family tradition. Her grandfather used to laugh and tell her that he liked to eat everything on the pig, from the rooter to the tooter. Keisha felt Ray was going to exploit every last thing he could from this shoot.
“Let’s bring out the toys for this scene,” Ray said. “After that, we’re going to transition to Keisha eating out Trevi. Okay, we’re behind schedule. Let’s get going.”
The crew moved back into position, and Trevi picked up the pocket rocket.
“Action,” Ray yelled.
“How do you like that, Keisha?” Trevi asked, as she dived back between Keisha’s legs. She began making exaggerated movements with her mouth and tongue, sucking on Keisha’s clit. Keisha bit her lower lip and then put her hand on Trevi’s head to guide her. Trevi turned on the pocket rocket and began rubbing Keisha’s clit with it. That felt real good to Keisha, and it didn’t matter to her that a woman was doing it.
“Right there, oooh, yes, right there,” she said. She still had Donovan in her mind, but Trevi wasn’t doing a bad job at making her forget him.
“Cut,” Ray yelled. “Let’s go to the couch. Keisha, read your line.”
“That felt good, but let me give you something,” Keisha said. Trevi lifted up and walked over to the black couch. Keisha climbed down from the desk and got between Trevi’s legs. The two cameramen followed them as they walked, then returned to their positions, over Keisha’s shoulder and on Trevi’s face.
“Make it look good, Keisha,” Ray said. “Give me a lot of tongue and a lot of facial expression as you eat her out.”
Keisha stared at Trevi’s pussy, as though it were an alien thing. It was an alien thing. She’d never been so close to another woman’s pussy and it was going to take some extreme imagination to get her going.
“Come on, Keisha, we don’t have all day,” Ray said.
“Just close your eyes and take your time,” Trevi said gently. “I’ll help you through.”
Keisha closed her eyes, said a little prayer to herself, and started kissing Trevi on the thigh. She kept kissing and licking her thigh until she finally decided that she had to go for it and get it over with. Trevi was shaved, except for a small bit of pubic hair. She decided to circle that hair, and then move on to Trevi’s pussy.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it,” Trevi said, moaning as Keisha’s kiss got closer and closer to her clit. “Ooh, are you sure you’ve never done this before?”
“Never,” Keisha said, lifting her head and smiling at Trevi. “But I’ll do anything to get an apartment.”
“Oh, you’ll get an apartment all right,” Trevi said. “And you’ll get a luxury one if you can make me cum.”
“I’ll do my best,” Keisha said. And then Keisha put her mouth on Trevi’s pussy and began licking and sucking. She felt nauseated, and for her, it was the most unnatural thing she’d ever done. She ignored Trevi’s moans and just tried to finish as fast as she could.
“Hold it,” Ray yelled. “Everybody freeze. Phil, get in there and take the pictures.”
Phil took his time getting on the set. He was fiddling with his camera and didn’t appear to be in a hurry.
Keisha had to hold her position, in the same way that Trevi had held hers. But having her lips on Trevi’s pussy was almost overwhelming to her. She lifted her head.
“Goddamn it, Keisha, hold your damn position. We need these action shots,” Ray said.
“Then hurry up and take them,” she shouted back. “You told me that if I felt uncomfortable, then I was to tell you. Well, I feel uncomfortable.”
“I don’t give a shit right now. Get your fucking head back in her pussy and suck it up,” Ray said angrily.
“Come on, baby, it’ll be over in a sec,” Trevi whispered to Keisha. “If you don’t do this, they’ll start saying that you’re uncooperative and then stop giving you work.”
“I don’t care about the work,” Keisha said.
“Then you shouldn’t have chosen to get in this business. This is just scene one. We’ve got two more left.”
“Let’s go!” Ray yelled.
Keisha got back in position, and Phil took what seemed like thousands of pictures. Finally, he was done.
“Phil, get Trevi’s dildo out and hand it to Keisha. Keisha, I want some real action, and not that gentle bullshit. Okay, everybody back in place. Action!”
In a flash, the need to get money overcame any hesitation for Keisha. She resigned herself to having to do something she didn’t enjoy. She began licking and sucking Trevi’s pussy with angry aggression, immersing her face so that it was enveloped. She really didn’t know what to do, but it must have been working because Trevi was really moaning loudly.
“Keep going, Keisha,” Trevi said, under her breath. “You are doing so good that I’m going to give you a pretty good apartment.”
“Good shit,” Ray said to Steven. “That’s some good shit.”
“I don’t want a pretty good apartment, I want a great apartment,” Keisha said. She bent over and picked up the glass dildo. “This is going to make you give me that apartment.”
Keisha gave the dildo to Trevi, who licked it, and then she handed it back to Keisha. Keisha licked the dildo and then put it inside Trevi.
“You like this?” Keisha asked.
“Yeah, move it more,” Trevi responded. Keisha began thrusting the dildo back and forth, slowly at first, and then with more speed.
“More,” Trevi said. “Go faster, Keisha. Go faster!”
Keisha kept thrusting and thrusting, faster and faster, hoping that she didn’t hurt Trevi. But Trevi wasn’t known as the orgasm queen for nothing. Trevi began to writhe and moan to every motion Keisha made, and all of a sudden, Keisha was getting more into it.
“Grab my tits,” Trevi demanded, and Keisha complied. She kept probing with her left hand and grabbing her breasts with her right.
“I’m cumming!” Trevi screamed.
“Get in close with the cum shot,” Ray instructed the cameraman. Keisha was now driving the dildo into Trevi as far as she could. Trevi’s lips began to quiver, and she twisted and turned on the black couch.
“Jesus! Jesus!” Trevi screamed. “Oh my God!”
She arched her back and suddenly, her pussy began squirting liquid all over Keisha’s hand.
“Fuck!” Keisha said, somewhat disgusted.
“Cut!” Ray yelled. “That’s it for this scene. Good job, girls! All right, set up the next scene. I want to get it ready and going in the next ten minutes.”
“Damn, girl,” Trevi said to Keisha, “that was some great shit. You sure you haven’t done this before?”
Marisa came on the set and handed Keisha and Trevi a box of baby wipes. “So, Keisha, how was your first girl-girl scene?”
“Well,” Keisha said, wiping off her hand. “I now know that I’m not a lesbian in my private time. Trevi, you’re beautiful, and I can appreciate your beauty, but I’m not a pussy licker.”
“I don’t know about that, darling,” Trevi said. “You did a damn good job for not
being a lesbian.”
“Yeah, I know. I’m wiping off the results,” Keisha said.
“Oops,” Trevi laughed. “I forgot to tell you I was a squirter.”
“You damn near soaked her,” Marisa laughed.
Marty walked on the set.
“Ray wants you guys on the bedroom set. Put your dresses back on, and get over there right now.”
“Wait, we’re not getting a break?” Keisha asked.
Marisa started laughing.
“Honey, this is porn,” Marisa said. “We don’t get breaks. You fuck and then you go home. Right now, you fuck.”
Chapter 18
Anger ventilated often hurries toward forgiveness; and concealed often hardens into revenge.
—Edward G. Bulwer-Lytton
Keisha and Trevi walked into the bedroom set, which looked—not surprisingly—like every other bedroom set in porn. Cheap wood paneling and a cheap bed made it look like the motel room from hell. Don Juan was taking off his shirt, while Bruce Thumper and Long Island Dong were off-set talking to Ray and Steven.
“Goddamn, this room smells like ass,” Don Juan said. “Can’t they fucking clean this muthafucka up once in a while?”
“Nigga, it’s probably your ass,” Marty said, laughing. “You’ve fucked on this set more times than I can remember.”
“Nah, it’s not my ass,” Don Juan said, laughing, “because my ass smells like peaches and cream.”
“That’s why a nigga can’t smell his own shit,” Marty said. “Get your clothes off. I’ve got to talk to Ray.”
Marty walked off-set, where he interrupted Steven talking to Bruce and Long Island Dong.
“I need a good reaction from Keisha, so I want you to give it to her long and hard,” Steven said. “I mean, I want it rough. Slap her ass, and make that muthafuckin’ pussy flap by the time you’re done. That’ll make some good video.”
“Now, you know I go deep,” Bruce said. “Do you want me to do some anal?”
“No, no anal,” Steven said. “I want to save that for the next video. But she’s going to take a dick deeper than she’s ever taken one.”
“Too bad we can’t do a double pen on her,” Long Island Dong said. “She’s a pretty young thing.”
“You may not be able to do the DP, but you can do pretty much anything else,” Ray said. “Enough talk. Let’s get to shooting.”
They all began walking to the set.
“All right, everybody, this is the orgy scene. We’re going to get this going and then break for lunch. Keisha, you’re lucky. Everybody else will be here well into the night. But we have some new girls coming later on, so you’ll be done.”
“Thanks, because I’m already tired,” Keisha said.
The whole crew laughed in unison.
“You’d better get used to it,” Ray said. “Porn is about fucking and fucking for a long time. Besides, these muthafuckas”—he pointed to Don Juan, Bruce, and Long Island—“are the ones that have to do all of the work. You just have to sit back and enjoy it.”
“Yeah, right,” Trevi said.
“Okay, let’s get ready to go, everybody,” Ray said, retreating to the side. Steven passed him, walking on the set.
“Keisha, come here.” Marisa was touching up her makeup, but she broke away to talk to Steven.
“Yeah?” she said.
“How are things? Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m cool.”
“Is it what you expected?”
“I don’t think you could ever expect something like this,” she said.
“Look, this is your first time,” Steven said. “But it will get easier as you get used to it.”
Keisha stopped and looked at Steven closely. “Really? How do you know this?”
Steven stammered, “I mean, everything pretty much gets easier the more you do it.”
“That is a principle I would greatly challenge,” Keisha said, walking to the set for her scene and away from Steven.
“Trevi and Keisha, you’ve decided to come to see the new apartment, and you find Don Juan there by himself. You guys are going to get on the bed and get started. Then the doorbell is going to ring, and you’re going to let in Bruce and Long Island. They are the people who live here. And then you’ll go back on the bed and fuck again. Give me some great angles, and I want every hole filled. We’re doing this both for the hardcore and hotels, so the camera angles will be from both. Anybody need anything?”
“Yeah, tell Bruce to lube his shit, because the last time, he almost bust me wide open,” Trevi said.
“I got you, baby,” Bruce said.
“There’s some more lube in the nightstand drawers if you need it,” Marty said.
“All right, let’s get started,” Ray bellowed. “Everybody, take your places.”
He walked back to his monitor.
“Ready—action!”
Keisha and Trevi walked into the bedroom, where Don Juan was lying on the bed, completely naked.
“Oh, baby, what are you doing naked on the bed?” Trevi asked as they stood in the doorway.
“I just finished working on the pipes and I thought I’d take a quick nap.”
“Speaking of pipes,” Keisha said, sitting on the edge of the bed, “I’d like to see more of your pipes.”
“Baby, is it okay?” Don Juan asked.
“It’s not only okay,” Trevi said, taking off her dress, “but I want to get some of your pipe too.”
Don Juan lifted up and kissed Trevi deeply, then kissed Keisha. His breath was minty, very, very minty. It was minty like he’d just eaten a whole forest of mint.
Don Juan leaned back and Trevi began sucking his dick. Keisha was supposed to suck on his balls but instead started sucking on his chest.
“Ooh, baby, that’s some good shit,” Don Juan said. “Keep sucking that dick, girl. That’s right, deep-throat that bitch.”
Keisha kept licking Don Juan’s chest, tasting all the oil he’d spread on himself.
“Keisha, suck on his balls while Trevi keeps sucking his cock,” Ray instructed. The cameraman was literally straddling all three of them. “I want some really good sucking action down there. After a while, I want you two to play tag-team with his dick.”
Keisha began putting Don Juan’s balls in her mouth, while Trevi kept sucking his dick.
“Gag on that dick, bitch,” he said, as Trevi tried to deep-throat it. Keisha lifted up from Don Juan’s balls and began to lick the shaft of Don Juan’s dick.
“Hold it right there,” Ray instructed. “Phil, do your thing.”
Phil took more pictures, particularly of Keisha and Trevi kissing Don Juan’s dick.
“All right, give me more sucking, and then we’re going to bring Bruce and Dong in, and we’ll start the fucking. Okay, action!”
Keisha was almost totally exhausted as she kept sucking Don Juan’s dick. His dick could have been a cucumber, or a Popsicle, but it didn’t represent anything sexual to her anymore. It was just an inanimate thing attached to a person. The short night of sleep and the acting had all conspired to make her feel like a rag doll. She could feel her will lessening, and she was becoming more compliant. In other words, she wasn’t thinking anymore, she was simply acting.
“That’s it, Keisha, really suck that muthafucka!” Ray shouted. He turned to Marty. “Get Bruce and Dong ready at the door.”
“Two bitches on my dick,” Don Juan said, reading his lines. “Now that’s what I’m talking about.”
“Bruce and Dong, knock on the door,” Ray said.
Bruce knocked on the door, and Keisha, Trevi, and Don Juan all stopped.
“Who is that?” Trevi asked.
“Goddamn it, that’s Chet and Marvin,” Don Juan said, standing up. “I told them that I needed some help with the job, and they said they’d come right over.”
“Just let them go away,” Keisha said.
“Or let them join us,” Trevi said, rising and walking from the bedroom set to the
living room set. She opened the door and stood in front of Bruce and Dong completely naked.
“Hello, Chet. Hello, Marvin. Come on in,” she said nonchalantly. Bruce and Dong walked into the apartment, wide-eyed.
“Damn, girl, does Chuck know that you’re here naked?” Bruce got in back of Trevi, while Dong rubbed her breasts.
“Not only does he know that I’m naked, he’s in the bedroom.”
Trevi took both of their hands and led them into the bedroom, where Keisha was sucking Don Juan’s dick.
“I know you said that you needed help, but I didn’t know that you wanted this type of help,” Dong said, smiling.
“Come on in, take off your clothes, and join in the fun,” Don Juan said.
Bruce and Dong took off their clothes in one fell swoop, and now five people were on the bed. Keisha kept sucking off Don Juan, while Trevi laid down on the bed. Dong began eating out Trevi, while she started sucking Bruce’s dick.
“That’s perfect, you guys,” Ray shouted. “Keep it up. Make it look like this is one long, choreographed scene. I don’t want to stop for any reason.”
“Oww!” Keisha said, lifting up from Don Juan’s dick. The cameraman had stepped on her leg while trying to film Dong licking Trevi’s pussy. “Watch your damn self.”
“Just get back on his dick and do your job,” he responded.
Keisha started sucking his dick again.
“Damn, Angie, you can suck a mean dick,” Bruce said, reading his line. “Chuck, you are one lucky man.”
“You damn right,” Don Juan said. “That’s why I married her.”
“Let’s switch off,” Keisha said. “I want to suck Bruce’s big dick!”
The five unraveled, and Trevi slid down Don Juan’s body so that they were in the sixty-nine position. Keisha got on her knees and took Bruce’s dick in her left hand, and Dong’s dick in her right. She sucked on one and then jacked off the other. And then she’d switch.
“Your dicks taste so good,” Keisha said, taking a breath between sucking.
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