How I Became a Porn Star...(Revised)
Copyright© 2024 by Zak
Chapter 20
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 20 - To this day, I will never know why she chose me. I was sitting in my local pub in my hometown when she came over and sat opposite me. It was 1980, and what she said next changed the rest of my life forever.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Workplace Black Female White Male White Female Indian Female Analingus Facial Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Safe Sex Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Violence
Chandice arrived ten minutes late, and she apologized. Her train had been late. She had an overnight case with her and a bag of jam doughnuts.
She was a big girl. Not fat, just big. She had a big ass. She had big tits; she had a big smile, and that lit up the canteen. She also had a very infectious laugh. She looked like she would be fun in bed.
I made her a cup of tea, and we ate the jam doughnuts as she told us about her trip. She had a Northern accent, and I got the feeling she was from Newcastle or thereabouts. As we chatted, she kept looking at me and smiling.
Once, we had chatted about life, the weather, and the state of the British railways. Sally started to talk about the film.
“We are looking for a longer film, so there will be some padding. The guys in the USA want us to do hour-plus films!” she told us as she sat down and drank her coffee.
“That’s fine,” I said and looked at the others; they all seemed okay with it.
“So, there will be more dialogue and stuff; it will be the same amount of sex, there or thereabouts!” she smiled.
“Are there any bits you want us to extend?” I asked.
“Well, if you would suck Chandice’s tits for ten minutes, make it fifteen, that sort of thing, “she replied with a knowing smile.
Once we had all emptied the bag of cakes and drained our mugs, Sally called us to order We followed her into the office, we exchanged our sexual health certificates, the scenarios were discussed, and Chandice was happy with them both. We talked about the fact we didn’t use a script. It was all done on the fly, and she said she could work with that.
She told us she loved all aspects of sex apart from anal, and she didn’t mind the taste of cum but didn’t swallow; she preferred, as she put it, for a guy to paint her face with his seed. Mandy and Sally both said that would work as white cum on ebony skin would look really good. We asked Chandice what potions she preferred.
She liked to be fucked doggy and wanted to ride a cock.
Sally asked her if she minded a sixty-nine, as the American distributor had asked for this to be included.
It all made for a good movie, in my mind. Sally asked Chandice about using toys, and Chandice said she was always up for that. I knew that Sally loved to slip some toy play onto a movie, as she would edit it out and use it on one of the solo films she did. She told me it was a double bubble. The girl was paid for the duo film, and she scooped the cream of the top, so to speak.
So, contracts were signed and copied, and then Sally and Mandy took us to the sets we were using to see how they wanted the movie to pan out. The first set we would be using was the kitchen. Then we would move to the living room set and finally the bedroom.
Toni showed me a canvas tool bag and what looked like a box of plumber’s bits and bobs. She also told us both that the kitchen was fully working and that there was milk in the fridge. We agreed that we would use the tea-making to pad out the film.
Once we had worked out the scenario, I said I needed a shower, and Toni took Chandice to her dressing room. I shaved and showered, then got dried off; as I was drying, Sally came; she gave my cock a glance or two as she put two mugs of coffee down.
“I think Chandice is a little bit nervous, and this will be only her second or third film,” Sally smiled. I had come to that conclusion as well, to be fair.
“No worries. I will be gentle with her, and we will get her through the day!” I said as I sipped my coffee.
“And you are okay with padding the film out?” she asked.
“Yes, I have a few ideas for giving us more time on film!” I told her.
I had to slip past her to get my can of deodorant, my cock brushed her leg, and she blushed; I knew that one day we would fuck like bunnies. She wanted it that was obvious.
I was sure I could make things last longer; I would put more effort into the foreplay element. I pulled a new pair of boxers out of a pack and slid them on; Sally gazed at my dick before the fabric of the boxers hid it.
I drank my coffee and then cleaned my teeth. I sprayed on some more deodorant.
Toni had laid out some workman’s clothes: old jeans, a plaid shirt, and a tool belt. I got dressed and pulled on my own trainers.
We headed out onto the set. Andy and Carl had the lights and cameras all setup.
Mandy had been titivating the sets. I heard the lady’s dressing room door open, and Toni came out with Chandice. She was wearing a dressing gown and little else.
She smiled at me, and my cock twitched. I smiled back as she looked me up and down.
We both walked onto the set. The first scene was in the kitchen. I would be outside to start.
Sally and Mandy were having a quick chat.
“So, I hear you have done a few films,” Chandice said as we waited for the ladies to finish their conversation.
“Yes, I have done a few; I am still new to the game, really thought,” I replied.
“Well, you seem confident and nice!” she smiled, she had a smile that lit up the room.
“And how many have you done?” I asked.
“Oh, three solos and one with an ex-partner, but you will be the first white guy I have shagged,” she giggled. I took the giggle as nervousness.
I saw Mandy talking to Andy, and then Sally waved at us to say we would be starting soon.
“Well, here we go!” I said with a smile.
“I am looking forward to this!” Chandice said.
I stepped out of the door and waited for the action to start. Mandy stepped onto the set, and I heard her talking to Chandice. She was just settling her nerves.
When Mandy had finished, Sally called for quiet. She looked around to make sure we were all ready to go.
“Sound are you ready?” she called out.
“Check!” Andy said.
“Cameras, are you ready?” she called.
“Rolling and good to go!” Carl replied.
“Right, guys, let’s go for it,” Sally shouted.
I counted to five and knocked on the door. Chandice was moving around on the other side. Then the door opened, and Candice smiled at me.
“Oh, are you the plumber?” she asked.
“That’s me. My name is Zak, and I am a plumber and a handyman!” I said as I put my tool bag down.
“Well, I need your plumbing skills. The taps on the sink are dripping, and the plug is leaking!” she said, “And all girls need a handyman!”
Sally stopped the filming and asked Chandice to do that line again, but this time, she should wink at the camera and licked her lips.
We did the line again; this time, she winked at Andy’s camera. Sally got her to do the same move three more times.
Then, we moved on with the film.
I tried the taps and then smiled at Chandice.
“Right, let’s take a look!” I said, kneeling in front of the sink and opening the doors.
I spent some time with my head under the sink, giving some tuts before coming out and standing up. I wiggled my arse a bit, and I knew that Sally would be pointing at Chandice to take a look at my butt.
I extracted myself from the cupboard under the sink.
“Right, I will get the parts from the van!” I said with a cheeky wink and a more than obvious look at the expanse of cleavage.
“So, Zak, do you fancy a cup of tea, love?” Chandice asked with a wry smile.
“Oh Yes, please, milk, no sugar, thanks,” I said and went out through the door.
Toni was outside, and she handed me a bottle of water. Neither of us said anything, as we knew that the microphones on the set would pick us up. She smiled at me and gave me a cheeky wink and a thumbs-up.
I heard Chandice moving around, making tea. The sound of the kettle boiling and stuff.
I counted to thirty and went back in after politely knocking on the door.
Chandice passed me a drink and smiled at me. I leaned against the kitchen cupboard, sipped on the brew, and we talked. We chatted about the weather and holidays.
Then Chandice put her mug down.
“I will leave you to it. If you need me, shout,” she said with a smile.
She left the room, and I made it obvious I was checking out her arse; then, I got on my hands and knees and started to look busy under the sink. I knew fuck all about plumbing, but when I reviewed the film a few weeks later, it looked real enough.
Sally shouted cut, and the focus changed.
The next half an hour was spent filming Chandice. She moved into the bedroom, took a long pink dildo out of the drawer, lay on the bed, and serviced herself.
I knew that Sally would use the footage of Chandice masturbating in this movie and in one of her solo films. She used the toy to please herself. She was really into it. She started nice and slowly but was soon hammering the rubber tool in and out of her pussy. As she fed it in and out of her pussy, she used her free hand to frig her clit. She orgasmed in an explosion of the noise and shuddering.
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