2 Chapter 2

Lynn had said no adamantly, but Phil was a hard person to turn down. He had quickly found a way to remind her subtly that her marital happiness depended entirely on his keeping his big mouth shut about their wild life together prior to her marriage, and Lynn realized that in the long run she had very little choice. He had given her five minutes to dress while he smoked quietly in the living room and then

bundled her into his car and driven rapidly to the studio.

From the outside, everything seemed dark and deserted, since WRT-TV went off the air at twelve-thirty, but once inside, the young and frightened woman found that the studio was alive with activity. Most of the technicians were men she had gotten to know slightly during the six months she had worked as Phil's secretary. Most of them seemed to be surprised to see her for some reason, and one older man who had always seemed like the grandfather type lewdly pinched her bottom as she walked by him.

"Why's everybody acting so strange?" she questioned her former boss, but the executive was busy and he had neither the time nor the patience to get involved in lengthy explanations.

"Jon!" he called across the studio to a tall, gaunt, sour-faced individual who worked as the studio's make-up man. "Lynn's going to stand in for Millie! Get her squared away, will you? She can share a dressing room with Kelly."

"Is Kelly in the movie?" Lynn inquired with surprise. Kelly Agard was an attractive woman in her early thirties, certainly good looking enough to be a professional actress, but this was the first time that Lynn had heard of Agard's wife actually playing a role in a video-film. But the producer had no time for discussions at the moment, and he waved her in the general direction of the dressing rooms and turned to confer with the video-tapes director, a squat, mean looking man named Lenny who scowled at the world with an ugly cigar protruding from one corner of his mouth.

The longer she thought about it, the stranger this whole situation was, and Lynn found herself growing more and more suspicious as she walked across the set to the dressing rooms with Jon at her side. For one thing, she remembered, WRT-TV did not usually get involved with taping its own shows; the national networks in New York supplied most of the tapes they used except for sports, news, interviews with local politicians, and an occasional cultural program featuring a boring academic speaker from the university. Yet the set which had been erected was obviously intended for a drama of some kind, and Phil had said something about shooting an oriental scene with slave girls. Very strange!

"Why, Lynn, how good to see you, darling," called Kelly Agard as Lynn timidly entered the spacious but cluttered dressing room. The young woman had always been shy and ill at ease with Kelly because of her former love affair with this woman's husband. Phil had once said that Kelly knew all about it and didn't mind, but Lynn had not believed him.

"It's nice to see you, Mrs. Agard," the young wife responded politely, studying the well-built brunette as she took a seat and fumbled nervously through her handbag for a cigarette. "I didn't know you were an actress."

"Oh well, I don't know how much acting talent you need to do this kind of thing, honey. Mostly it's a question of having the body for it. And incidentally, please don't call me 'Mrs. Agard' anymore. Now that we're both in the same business, I think that just plain 'Kelly' will do nicely. Actually I'm amazed that Phil was able to talk you into coming down here tonight."

This strange conversation was making the young blonde more confused by the minute. A good body-which Kelly certainly did have-was obviously important for an actress but then so was acting skill! Anyway why should Phil have had any difficulty in getting her to accept a night's work as an extra for a television film? It didn't make any sense.

"Have a drink, dearie," suggested Mrs. Agard in a hearty friendly manner, sliding a bottle of vodka down her dressing table towards Lynn Langley. "We've got awhile to wait before they're ready for our scene, and I find it helps if you go out there a little bit sloshed, if you know what I mean."

Lynn didn't but she accepted the drink anyway, despite the fact that Matt disapproved of liquor and would not keep any in the house. Maybe a quick slug will clear my head a little, she decided, pouring herself a healthy glassful and then adding some tomato juice to make a Bloody Mary. Then she settled back to watch as Jon barged busily into the dressing room and went to work on Kelly's face, applying rouge and make-up to give her skin some color under the bright lights on the set.

"Finish your drink, baby," advised Jon bruskly, nodding in Lynn's direction. "I'm going to be ready to do you in another minute. And better get out of that dress unless you want to get make up all over it."

"What should I put on?" asked Lynn, a little alarmed.

"Who gives a shit?" snapped Jon crudely as he dabbed mascara onto Kelly's skin. "Just get out of the dress."

Blushing at the man's vulgar language, Lynn observed that the older woman was wearing a dressing gown and cursed herself for not having had the brains to bring something like it herself. Here was no sign of anything resembling a slave girl costume, and she hated to make a fuss over what she was supposed to wear, so she took a deep breath, finished her drink to give her courage and then, unzipped the simple print dress she had worn, hanging it on a hook behind the door and sitting back down in her underwear. It was embarrassing for the modest young wife because the brassiere she was wearing was light and filmy, doing very little to conceal the tiny brown nipples on her fully ripened breasts, and the skimpy pair of bikini style panties were not much better.

"Okay, that takes care of your face," the rude, irritable make-up man said to Kelly Agard. "Do you want me to put the body make up on or can you handle it yourself?"

"I'll do it," replied Kelly casually, rising to her feet and surveying herself in the mirror. "If there are any spots I can't reach, I'll yell for assistance." With a calm easy movement, the older woman unzipped the housecoat and stepped out of it, stark naked!

Lynn's eyes almost popped from her head as she watched this hardened older woman inspect her lushly voluptuous body in the mirror as if she were alone in the room, apparently totally untroubled by Jon's presence. Kelly had a sensuous body which could easily go to fat if she began to be careless about her weight, but at the moment, her figure looked firm and desirable, her enormous breasts heavily straining but not yet sagging and her buttocks neat and trim from constant exercise.

"A couple more of these flicks, and then I'll retire and let you take over, honey," she said to Lynn over her shoulder. "You've really got a body worth looking at, and you're at least ten years younger than I am. Here, let's have another drink."

Lynn's mind was going around in circles by this point and she numbly nodded as the naked, full bodied woman turned away from the mirror and mixed the two of them another pair of Bloody Mary's, even stronger that the one which Lynn had made for herself a few minutes before. Jon was preparing his make-up kit for the next job, and seemed to be completely at ease in this small confined room with one woman totally naked and another inadequately covered by her brassiere and panties.

"Okay, baby," he informed her bluntly, "Let's put a pretty face on you.

Wanna stand up?"

Lynn obediently rose to her feet, her hands shyly covering her nipples since she knew that the brassiere she was wearing did very little to conceal the lush ripe contours of her breasts.

"Shit, you do have a body on you!" he complimented her crudely, stepping back to survey the unhappy embarrassed young woman. "I'm glad Phil found you because we sure can use somebody with big tits like yours and that nice neat little ass! Okay, get over here under the light because they're gonna be banging on the door any minute now looking for you two broads."

Lynn was on the point of protesting his vulgar language, but she reminded herself that this was show business and a real professional actress would be quite accustomed to this crude worldliness of the make-up men and technicians. Also Kelly did not seem to mind, so she concluded that Jon's behavior was probably not unusual. She presented herself under the lights, finally deciding that it was childish to keep her hands over her breasts like this and forcing herself to let her arms hang naturally at her sides. Jon moved deftly into position and began painting her face. Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn watched Kelly Agard squeeze a little brown paste out of a tube and begin rubbing it vigorously all over her body, paying particular attention to her sumptuous breasts and full, shapely thighs.

"Keeps your skin from shining underneath the stage lights," she explained casually to Lynn noticing the girl's curiosity. "You start to sweat out there, and it shows up on the video-tape unless you get some of this stuff on."

"But they're not going to see you ... your breasts, surely," objected Lynn, a little dismayed.

"Look, you broads can compare notes later," interrupted Jon with a savage snarl. "Shut up, Kelly and let me put this stuff on her before I have the boss crawling down my neck."

Mrs. Agard just giggled at this rudeness and Lynn fell silent, still wondering why it was necessary to keep perspiration from showing on the parts of the body which could never possibly be seen on television. Jon quickly penciled a little color into Lynn's face and instructed her on the way in which he wanted her to wear her hair. Then he presented her with another tube of body make-up, threw a small mysterious bag on the table, and departed without further explanation!

"What's this?" asked Lynn innocently, picking up the bag and wondering if it were intended for her, frankly happy that the irascible make-up man had finally left them in peace.

"Your costume's in there," explained Kelly in an offhanded manner. "Put it on now and we'll see if they have to make any last minute adjustments. Millie, the girl who got sick, wasn't as big in the tits as you are, and we might have to let something out somewhere."

Thunderstruck, Lynn opened the bag and dumped the contents on the table. Her costume consisted of two pieces, made mostly of rhinestones and designed to cover just the nipples over her breasts and the hair-covered triangle of her pubic zone. Everything else showed! Lynn took one horrified look at the outfit and quickly finished her drink.

"Kelly! I can't ... I mean I couldn't possibly ..." she began to stammer unhappily, but the older woman cut her off with a gay laugh and poured the two of them their third drink of the evening. Feeling the desperate need to get control of her nerves, Lynn gratefully accepted the offering and swallowed half of it in one quick gulp.

"No problem, baby," Kelly assured her, now sounding a little drunk, "it's really no worse than a bathing suit, is it? Come on, this is the twentieth century, and anyway, you're going to be a hell of a lot better dressed than I will."

"What do you mean," cried the young wife, now seriously worried about what she had gotten herself into. "What are you going to be wearing?"

"Exactly what I'm wearing right now," smiled Kelly Agard calmly, examining her naked lust-inciting body in the mirror. "What kind of a film did you think this was, anyway?"

* * *

"All right, everybody, let's try and pay attention and see if we can't get this right the first time and save ourselves a couple of tapes. The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can all get home to bed," the director growled at the company. Phil Agard was moving rapidly around the room checking all his equipment to make absolutely sure that the shooting would be right the first time at least from the technical point of view. The cameramen, acting as if they had heard this kind of speech before, were making last minute adjustments to the television cameras which would record the scene on tape as well as screen it through a series of television monitors which had been set up in strategic locations just off-camera. No one seemed to be paying much attention to Lynn for which the frightened, half-naked young woman was grateful. Before leaving the sanctuary of the dressing room, she had managed to locate a large bath towel and wrap it around herself as a partial temporary protection against the lustful gazes of the actors and camera crews. Naturally, she knew in the back of her head that the moment was fast approaching when she would be forced to take off the comforting protection of the towel and expose her nearly naked body to the lecherous eyes of every man in the room, but the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed had had its desired effect, and the young housewife was having difficulty in concentrating, finding that her head was swimming slightly in a pleasant alcoholic fog.

"Okay Rick, in position!" ordered Lenny the gruff, scowling director, and a handsome young man wearing only a loin cloth moved out from the sidelines and took his place on the set, standing next to what was clearly intended to be an elaborate royal throne. The actor named Rick was a tall, slender, and extremely handsome young man with a broad muscular chest and extraordinarily light blue eyes. There was something about the easy confident way he moved, coupled with his striking animal sexuality which made it impossible for Lynn to take her eyes off him.

"Right, now you know the sequence, kid, so try not to screw up!" warned the director in the same aggressive bullying tone. "You stand next to the throne at attention and when the queen comes in you bow real low. Remember, you're a miserable slave, and you ain't never been anything but a stupid slave and this lady can have your head chopped off anytime she feels like it, so you're respectful, right? Okay, as soon as Kelly gets her queenly ass on that throne, she nods at you and you serve her a drink from that tray, right? She takes the drink and downs it, but she's still hot so she stands up and has you take off her robe, remember? After that you know what to do. Okay, let's see if we can get through the sequence without somebody dropping their false teeth. Slave girl? Where the hell is the fucking slave girl?"

"I'm here," she volunteered weakly as the director glared furiously in her direction.

"She's new at this," advised Phil Agard from behind the camera. "Take it easy on her Lenny, okay?"

"All right, all right," moaned the ill-tempered director. "Why didn't you tell me this was going to be amateur night? Look honey, that big handsome slave up there is your boyfriend and you don't wanna share him with anyone, including the queen, but she can chop your head off just as easy as pie, so when she starts fucking around with your man, you ain't in a position to protest, got it? But that don't mean you can't look mad once in awhile. And that's all you gotta do, stand there and look irritated, and we'll get you an Oscar. Now get out of that stupid fucking towel and stand on the other side of the throne!"

This was the moment Lynn had been dreading with all her heart, and for an instant she asked herself why in the world she didn't tell this foul mouthed, cigar chomping idiot what he could so with his stupid video-tape and walk out of the studio. Then she caught a glimpse of Phil watching her very carefully from behind the camera, and she knew that if she lost her head and cost him a night's delay, he would

find some way to get even with her. He could even fire Matt, despite the fact that good cameramen were hard to find, or worse, he could tell her husband about her past and thus destroy her marriage.

No, she was in it now and there was no way out, even if it meant absorbing some embarrassment. Well, as Kelly had said, it was no worse than being in a bikini ... well actually, it was a good deal worse. Her brown pointed little nipples were barely concealed by this ridiculous costume and it gave her no support whatsoever, so that every time she moved, her firmly upthrust breasts bounced provocatively in such a way that all the men in the room could see them jiggling up and down on her chest. And from the bellybutton on down, she was in even worse shape. Supported by a slender golden chain which ran around her waist, there was a triangular shaped jeweled shield which inadequately covered her pubic zone, but the full fleshy half-moons of her buttocks were left exposed and perfectly naked.

But it had to be done and everyone was looking at her expectantly, so she quickly dropped the protective towel on a nearby chair and walked to the other side of the throne, knowing that her face was reddening with shame, but unable to do anything about it.

"Okay, let's roll 'em. Slaves, in position! Kelly make your entrance!"

Realizing that she was on-camera, Lynn drew herself up into a position of rigid attention, observing that Rick, the other slave-actor, was doing the same. From the sidelines came Kelly, her hair done up beautifully and looking as majestic and royal as any real queen. The actress was wearing a long robe which covered her from shoulder to ankles, and Lynn decided with a sigh of relief that the older woman had been merely kidding about appearing stark naked before the cameras. After all, what could they possibly do with a film involving a naked woman? Even her own costume might pass on television as long as the television camera did not focus directly on her and give the TV viewer the opportunity to realize that the slave-girl was nearly stripped to the skin.

Kelly walked regally forward, turned slowly and seated herself deliberately on the throne. For a moment, she simply rested, fanning herself with her hand to indicate that she was suffering from the heat.

Then she nodded imperiously to Rich, the actor impersonating a male slave, and he obediently went to a nearby table and presented his queen with a golden goblet containing some clear liquid.

The older actress gulped it down greedily, but it was clear from her expression that she was still feeling warm. With a slow deliberate motion, she untied the strings holding her cloak together at the throat, allowing the garment to fall open and reveal the deep mountainous swells of her lushly tantalizing breasts. With a horrified shock, Lynn noticed that she seemed to be wearing nothing underneath the cloak, and the suspicion that this couldn't be a normal TV film crept quickly back into her mind. But if this tape wasn't being made for broadcast on WRT-TV, what was it for? Certainly Phil Agard could not hope to compete with the big national network in New York City, and all of this was far too expensive to be done for his private amusement.

But Lynn's scandalized contemplation was interrupted when Kelly rose majestically from her throne, her eyes fixed on Rich and her hands pulling the cloak away from her overheated stunning figure, thus destroying Lynn's last illusions that they were involved in something even remotely legal. This film had to be pornographic because the camera was only a few feet away from where the actress stood smiling at her captive slave, and the electric eye of the mechanism could hardly fail to be picking up the lascivious patch of softly curling brown hair which masked the entrance to her vagina, and the rounded heavy spheres of her shamelessly exposed breasts, all things which no television station in the world would ever dare exhibit to the old ladies and little kids who tuned in after dinner.

"I am warm!" Kelly announced in queenly tones, glancing at Rich with a superior air. "Remove my cloak, please."

Sending a nervous glance at his girlfriend, Lynn, Rich made haste to do as he was told, stepping around behind the queen and gently removing the robe from her shoulders. When he returned to his original position, Lynn had to fight to keep an expression of surprise from showing on her face: Kelly was, as she had promised, stark naked, but this public display of nudity did not seem to bother her in the slightest, in fact, she gave every indication of enjoying it thoroughly, running her hands sensuously over the satiny naked flesh of her voluptuously well developed body. But the queen was still not satisfied.

"I do not like to be naked when a man is clothed in my presence," she ordered calmly. "Disrobe!"

No, no, Lynn was crying inside her head. This can't be true, but the slave bowed submissively and unsnapped the loin cloth which covered his groin, tossing it calmly to one side and facing the queen just as naked as she!

Lynn took a gulp of air when she saw Rrch's genitals so unexpectedly revealed, and the director frowned at her menacingly, but did not stop the scene. The man's thick white penis was still in the relaxed state, but even dangling tranquilly between his legs, the frightened young housewife could see why Rich was able to specialize in this kind of film. He was huge!

And inexperienced as she was, Lynn could see that the 'slave' was not going to be able to remain unamused forever. His long thick cock was already quivering and jerking slightly as if he were feeling the excitement of being naked in front of this stunningly sensual woman, and fighting a losing battle for self-control.

Nor was Kelly giving him any help. Her narrowed eyes fastened on the lust-inciting spectacle of his massive sexual organ, she walked deliberately toward him, a lewd grin on her face.

"Does my slave dare to become excited in the presence of the Queen?" she asked him softly. "I command you to control yourself, or I will summon the royal surgeon and require him to remove the cause of the difficulty!"

The slave was obviously unsure whether the monarch was kidding him or not, but the seriousness of the threat had its effect upon his face. But the Queen was apparently supposed to be something of a sadist, for she clearly had no intention of allowing her slave to remain unaroused for long. By pre-arrangement, Rich was standing with a pillow at his feet, and Kelly dropped gracefully to her knees before him. Rich struggled to keep his eyes straight and steady, but his internal torment was clear.

"Let me see how well disciplined a slave you are," muttered the queen sadistically, her soft feminine hands reaching up to take his slowly swelling cock between her delicate fingers. To Lynn's startled eyes, it looked like a woman holding a baseball bat! Iron discipline or not, this direct sexual provocation was obviously too much for the young handsome actor, and his massively awakening penis slowly began a steady inexorable rise as Kelly tormentingly manipulated it between her hands, stroking and massaging the thick heavy shaft and blowing on it gently with her full wet lips ovaled.

I don't believe this is really happening! Lynn was trying to convince herself that this was really only a bad dream, struggling to maintain her composure. She would have like to dash from the set, but basically she was intimidated not only by the Agard's and what they could do to her life, but also by the fearsome snarling director who really looked capable of dismembering anyone who ruined one of his scenes.

But meanwhile, this sexual drama was becoming more torrid by the moment. Rich had achieved a massive erection despite the fact that he was still standing rigidly at attention, his eyes straight ahead and obviously trying to give the impression that all of this was not really happening.

Below him on her knees, the queen continued to torment her helpless slave, cradling his large swaying

balls in her hands with an amused expression on her face, and rubbing the thick leathery foreskin back and forth over the fat bulbous head of his mighty cock, exposing to the tele-camera's prying eye the blood-engorged gland.

"Your majesty ..." the slave began hesitantly, but the words stuck in his throat as Kelly slowly but surely drew his massively pulsating instrument closer and closer to the red glistening surface of her parted wet lips, at the same time carefully pushing the foreskin back as far as it would go.

Lynn was frozen in a state of absolute panic. This was the same indecent animalistic act which Agard had urged upon her during their last night together. It had shocked her so much then that she had broken up their love affair and married a different man. Could it be that Kelly was actually going to do it in the presence of all these people, to be recorded in video-tape?

In another half-second, her question was answered for her ... in the affirmative! With a contented purr, the sexually aggressive actress trailed the soft moistness of her lips across the flat muscular plane of his stomach, coming nearer and nearer to the object of her interest. Rich's eyes rolled back in his head as her hot lizard-like tongue darted out tormentingly, flickering at the hardened moist surface of his cock and causing his hips to jerk involuntarily. Despite her horror at the perversity and obscenity of the situation, Lynn found that she could still admire the acting skill of the two participants in this lewd drama. In her mind, she was half-convinced that Rich was terrified of being emasculated by the Royal Surgeon, and Kelly was really a lusty savage queen.

Rich jerked again and now there was no question that this queen was closing in on him and actually intended to commit this sordid depraved act. Lynn had overheard men joking about 'blowjobs' but it had never occurred to her that she would ever witness such a thing under such morally corrupted circumstances. But Kelly had gone too far now to have any thought of backing out.

"You have been a disobedient servant," she informed the trembling male slave, her voice now unnaturally low and husky with gathering passion. "For your punishment, I am going to suck you dry!" And with a sudden skillful lunge, he head dropped forward, one hand snaking around behind his back to hold the man's strong flexed buttocks while the other hand circled his long thick hardness. With a sadistic chuckle, the woman parted her wetly glistening lips and enclosed the head of his cock in the warm sanctuary of her mouth.

Lynn swallowed nervously as she watched with horrified fascination, uncomfortably aware that the sexuality of the scene was spreading quickly around the room like an epidemic of some incurable disease. Behind the camera, Phil Agard adjusted his pants awkwardly to hide the almost painful erection which had been provoked by what was happening before his eyes. Lynn realized that her own little bud-like nipples were expanding inexorably and uncontrollably, trying desperately to poke through the tightly woven fabric of her costume. To her shame, she also felt the orgiastic juices in her body-still seething from her earlier self-arousal-were beginning to flow, dampening the smooth creamy flesh between her firmly trembling thighs, despite the fact that she kept assuring herself mentally that all of this was sinful and depraved.

But Kelly was paying no attention to anything except the business at hand, sucking away energetically as if her life depended upon it, and Rich was slowly losing what there was left of his self-control, his hips beginning to jerk back and forth convulsively as the woman's tongue lashed his poor tormented cock into a lather of excitement. Lynn watched, hypnotized, as Kelly's heavily quivering breasts jiggled and danced on her heaving chest while her head bobbed up and down over the man's wildly pulsating cock. Her hands on his iron-hard buttocks, she was urging him to move, to start pumping in and out of her, wanting him to treat her delicately ovaled mouth as if it were simply another cunt which could be fucked and abused any way he wanted to. She was inviting him to pour the hot sticky liquid from his loins deep

into her throat and fill her mouth with cum until she overflowed!

The slave had been slow to get the idea, but once he understood precisely what his queen wanted, he went to work with rough enthusiasm, his hands sliding into her long brown hair as he pulled her head back and forth in front of him.

Rich groaned unintelligibly, making Lynn wonder for a moment whether he was simply acting or whether this whole business was really starting to get to him. After all, film or no film his hard thrusting cock was still stuck brutally between the tightly-clasped lips of a real live woman who was doing her damnedest to stimulate him to the utmost. Perhaps the two of them had already forgotten that this whole scene had been organized by Phil and Lenny; maybe they were ignoring the cameras and electric lights and were now both lost in a private sexual fantasy world of their own where Kelly was no longer a make-believe queen but a real one, and Rich was not an actor doing a role but a slave!

As the depraved brunette actress sensed that she was winning her obscene battle, Kelly intensified her efforts, sucking his massively throbbing cock a little harder and moving forward to take as much of it into her throat as possible. Lynn felt certain that she was going to start gagging and choking any minute now, but miraculously she continued to suck away on it happily with sounds of intense masochistic pleasure erupting from her cock-stuffed mouth.

Deep inside the actor's body, great swirling clouds of heat were building up as he looked down at the strained contorted face of the ripe splendidly-built woman who was kneeling submissively at his feet. In the back of his head, Rich knew perfectly well that this was merely a scene in a dirty movie, and one for which he could expect to be well paid, but like every good actor, the young man had the capacity to forget about reality while he was making a film or a video-tape and lose himself completely in whatever part he was supposed to be playing.

The hard-bodied, handsome young actor was not in the slightest embarrassed at the idea of having this perverse sexual act performed upon him in the presence of another woman and a dozen other men; in fact, he had very nearly forgotten about them. All he could think about at the moment was the searing burning sensation caused by his semen as it started to work its way out of the depths of his nakedly pumping body, moving slowly at first and then much faster and rushing explosively down through his testicles and out the long narrow channel in his wildly jerking penis.

He gasped as the spasm hit him with all its force, tightening his grip on Kelly's head out of some wild irrational fear that she would pull away from him just as his churning hot cum swamped her mouth, spoiling everything just when he wanted it to be perfect. The heated white cum spurted out of him in long powerful waves, apparently destined to go on forever, but the lust-stricken brunette actress made no attempt to avoid her degenerate fate.

Indeed, Kelly gave every indication of enjoying it enormously, and Lynn watched with dumbfounded amazement as the older woman sucked wildly away as he came brutally into the warm wetness of her open throat, her Adam's Apple bobbing furiously as she endeavored to swallow every drop of the lust-inciting fluid he was pumping so ruthlessly into her mouth. Coughing a little as she choked on the sperm, hums and mewls of slavish masochistic pleasure emerged from the queen's cum-filled mouth.

As she had threatened to do, Kelly had sucked her disobedient servant dry, but it was clear to everyone that she had not quite finished with him yet. Lynn's poor mind went into orbit as she realized that this was not the end of this torrid depraved drama, but that there was to be a second act which would begin almost as soon as the first had finished. Kelly never let up for a minute, persistently continuing to run her lithe active tongue over his jerking, slowly-deflating instrument until she had cleaned away the last remnants of hot sticky cum, but the kneeling actress obviously was still far from satisfied.

Using her hands skillfully, the heavy breasted woman began to chaff his poor tired cock, pulling the skin back as far as it would go and exposing all of the red palpitating gland to the torments of her wetly lashing tongue. Lynn could see the surprise on Rick's face as his exhausted penis began to react once again to the intensity of the stimulation she was giving him, struggling to rise one more time despite the fact that he had just finished a powerful body-shaking orgasm.

And he was going to make it! Bit by bit, the long heavy shaft of the actor's manhood rose to the challenge, straightening and hardening once again until it stood tall and proud before him, precisely as if he had not had a sexual experience in a month.

"Now, that you have learned your lesson, slave," Kelly grinned at him, traces of his sticky white cum still clinging to her lips, "I will give you the opportunity to please your queen. Perhaps if your little friend watches carefully, she will learn how a monarch is to be treated, and I will hand her over to the king for further lessons!"

Lynn blanched at this direct reference to her and noticed that the television camera was focused on her face to record her reaction. She looked horrified at the notion of being handed over to anyone, which was apparently appropriate for the scene they were supposed to be playing since even the sinister director managed to smile sympathetically in her direction.

"Come!" commanded the queen, lying back on the floor with her legs lasciviously parted and her arms stretched out invitingly. "Come and show me that you are worth more than a life of slavery. Make me happy and you win your freedom! "

His manhood fully restored, Rick wasted no time in complying with this depraved order, dropping quickly to his knees between her widely-spread legs and allowing his muscular young body to fall forward on Kelly's full ripe breasts.

"Oh, that feels so nice!" the queen commented as his nakedly powerful body crushed into hers, pinning her helplessly to the floor. Now there was no longer any question of queen and slave, but the age-old picture of man dominating woman, and the television camera zoomed in to study their two lewdly writhing bodies as they sprawled and grappled on the floor like a pair of wildly rutting animals. Kelly's fingernails trailed ruthlessly across the broad expanse of his back, but if Rick noticed the discomfort, he gave no visible sign of it. Instead, he expertly slid his hands beneath the two flaccid half-moons of her buttocks, lifting her clear off the floor with his bulging biceps and gracefully gliding his massively erect cock into her warmly inviting vaginal crevice as if they had rehearsed this bizarre movement for months.

Rick was taking his time, letting the cameras follow his every movement as he ran the heavy, red-tipped rod of his glistening penis torturously up and down the length of her widespread cuntal slit, knowing that this lecherous maneuver was turning her on and taking the opportunity to torment this haughty queen and pay her back for all the humiliations she had heaped upon him.

Nor was Kelly slow to react. Her ripely rounded buttocks were rotating around in desperate circles while her smooth creamy thighs locked around the back of his hard muscular thighs, as if she were trying to force him into her shamelessly aroused body by brute force.

"Now, slave, now!" she groaned, giving the impression of being half out of her mind with unsatisfied lust, and covering the actor's handsome face with wet hungry kisses while her anxiously grinding pelvis ground inexorably into his. Obviously, she could wait no longer. The sex-maddened woman reached down abruptly between their two straining bodies, and she caught his thick tormenting cock in a death-grip, hauling it forcibly between the hair-lined lips of her hotly moistened cuntal opening and driving it into her almost against her will. There was no question about it; Kelly was still the queen, and

she still possessed the power to make this particular slave do what she wanted.

But by this point, Rick was beyond resistance. Accepting the inevitable with a cheerful grin, he crashed forward with a violence that made Lynn tremble, and both of the actors simultaneously were forced to groan aloud as Kelly's warm, elastic-like sheath slipped wetly around the pulsating hard shaft of his rock-like penis. A real professional at this kind of lewd exhibition, Kelly had achieved extraordinary control over the internal muscles of her cunt, and she was able to adapt herself easily to a man of almost any size. Rick's massively thick cock was unusually big, in fact, he was gigantic as far as Kelly was concerned, but actors selected for this kind of work were normally larger than average, and the 'queen' was accustomed to handling heavy duty equipment, squeezing back at the young actor fiercely and attempting to give as good as she got.

The actor's long bulbous cock raced up through the already lubricated passageway of her heatedly throbbing vagina, sliding easily through the soft yielding tissue as he thrust himself forward with the determination to bury his manhood in her narrow clasping hole with one bone-jarring brutalizing push. Lynn shuddered involuntarily as she observed this wildly erotic and indecent scene, hearing Rick's heavy hair-covered balls slap brutally against the upturned, unprotected flesh of the actress's ass. She was hopelessly skewered like a chicken on a spit, and for a moment, the tables had now been completely turned. The queen was no longer in charge of what was going on, and the slave was proving with a vengeance that he was man enough to be free.

My Lord, he's actually fucking her, thought Lynn, blushing a little as she found herself slipping into Phil's vile vulgar vocabulary and using the obscene word in her head. There's no question about it, she realized, this is going to be absolutely pornographic! But who ever heard of a pornographic video-tape? Where on earth could you sell such a thing?

Lynn kept telling herself to be calm and collected, but this entire sordid experience was upsetting her profoundly, and her eyes widened with dismay as she watched Rick's hard, relentless instrument rhythmically appearing and disappearing between Kelly's lasciviously widespread thighs. Wondering how she even dared think such a vile thought, the young wife tried to imagine what it would be like to be taken brutally and publicly in this fashion, fucked half-to-death by a perfect stranger while a gang of lewd television technicians stood around and watched.

To her eternal shock, she found that the idea excited her enormously, even though she was naturally scandalized at the same time with the degeneracy and perversity of what Kelly was doing. She tried to discipline her wandering mind, but her self-control had been weakened by the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed, and helplessly she found herself mentally changing places with the actress, stretching out naked on the floor to allow the lusty performer to pummel and pound her mercilessly just as he was doing to Phil's nakedly writhing wife.

Kelly was moaning constantly and Lynn began to suspect that this was not one hundred percent acting simply for the benefit of the cameras. No woman alive, no matter what the circumstances, could have taken that amount of lewd and unnatural stimulation for this period of time without eventually surrendering and becoming aroused. No, those cries and mewls of pleasure and submission were too real to be simulated for a TV camera. Kelly Agard was becoming more fiercely turned on by the minute.

"Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuck it! Fuck it harder!" the brunette groaned, muttering all the filthy obscene words that came to mind as she raced towards her climax. The actor never gave her a moment to recover, thrusting into her with all the strength in his tawny unrelenting body.

"I'm cummmmmmming!" Kelly gasped suddenly like a woman announcing a history-making event. "I'm cumming!" she repeated a second time, almost as if she were talking to herself, or trying to convince

them of some incredible fact. Her mouth was wide open with ecstatic abandon and instinctively she pulled her thighs even further back, offering up to the savagely fucking actor the whole of her pink, wetly clasping vaginal slit like some strange pagan sacrifice. A trickle of saliva dripped lewdly from the woman's open mouth and her eyes seemed to wander around the room, unseeing and glazed, as if she were drugged.

Lynn could hardly bring herself to believe that all this was really true and a horrified shudder ran through her aroused body as she watched the older woman race up to the heights of an incredibly powerful orgasm. A virtual scream escaped from Kelly's lips as the spasm shook her nakedly voluptuous frame, and Rick had to struggle to hold onto her abandonedly writhing body as the violent climax shook the woman's heart and soul.

Nor was the actor far behind her. Despite the fact that he had given

his all just a few minutes before, the excitement of the situation had

re-charged his sexual batteries, and the tough internal muscles of her

wildly milking cunt clamped down on his rampaging cock, forcing him to cry out as the hot fiery cum began spurting into the hidden untouched recesses of her womb. A sudden hush fell over the room as he creamed into her with all his might, practically bending the sweat-drenched woman in two as he labored over her, trying to make this a cum she would remember all her life.

Kelly's legs went limp all of a sudden, and a cry of total happiness and relief issued sensuously from her lips. Rick groaned his way through the last seconds Of his orgasm and then collapsed on top of her, his body completely spent.

"Cut!" yelled Lenny, the director, chomping on a fresh cigar as he signaled the cameramen to switch off their machines. "Looked real good, kids," he told Kelly and Rick, who were now gradually disengaging their tired bodies from one another. Lynn relaxed a little, her mind in a blur and her eyes watching Rick's slowly deflating cock gradually withdrawing from Kelly's battered and bruised body. The trembling young wife continued to stare at the penis, now soft and glistening. Suddenly, she realized that the director was talking to her.

"You did okay for a non-professional, baby," he was assuring her. 'You got a good body and a lot of facial expression! We can use you again if you feel like picking up some spare change. See ya around."

Lynn looked at him blankly for a moment and nodded dumbly, even though she had no intention of ever coming anywhere near this studio again as long as she lived. Rick rolled off of Kelly's voluptuous body and sat up rubbing his stomach.

"All that fucking makes me hungry," he announced, as if nothing had happened.