Chapter 23

Andy and Carl worked hard to get the best footage they could. Sally asked Chandice to repeat some aspects of the strip, but didn’t stop the filming.

I knew she could edit the chat out later, chandice was really getting into it, and the camera lads worked hard to get the best angles and the best footage they could. Once she was naked, she joined me in bed.

The next hour and half was an out and out fuckfest. Chandice rolled me over and treated me to a nice bit of rimming, she really ate my arse. Nice and deep with lots of tongue action. She spat on my arsehole and licked me into a frenzy.

Then I returned the favour. All the time, I licked her ring piece, and I made sure that Andy and Carl had good angles to work with. Once we had rimmed each other, we swapped oral with nice slow sixty-nine. we first did it with chandice in top and then we sort of rolled over so we were both on our sides. It made for some great footage.

I had to ‘pretend’ orgasms and Toni used the false cum to good effect, we got some great footage of Chandice dribbling the make believe cum out of her mouth.

I worked my tongue deep into her pussy and made her cum for real twice. My face was shiny with her juices as she really got wet. Then we had sex, we tried a few positions, doggy style, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, and some old school missionary.

Chandice was on fire, the sex and the dialogue were spot on. Sally didn’t stop the action at all. I knew that she wanted the film done and dusted, and we only had Chandice until four o’clock as she had to catch her train home.

I just went with the flow. I made sure to keep up my end of the conversation. We faked orgasms, we had some real orgasms, and we just had some good fun.

I knew that the well was empty when chandice sat in my face and wanked me off. I had a real orgasm but I had cum so much there was nothing left in my balls. Toni as sent onto the set and she used the false cum to make it look real.

We ended the film with me wanking over her big black ass. I used spit to lube up my cock and wanked like a pro. I let out a deep, animalistic groan, and the lads zoomed in to watch the smile on Chandice’s face. At the same time, Toni used the squeezy bottle again, the gooey white liquid splattering on Chandice’s ebony skin.

We ended the film with a very sexy kiss.

Sally shouted cut, and the cameras started to click as they cooled down. Toni came onto the set with gowns and water. I didn’t bother with the gown, but I downed a bottle of water in one go. We had worked hard, and it had been frenzied at times.

Sally came onto the set and hugged us both.

“Guys, that was amazing, we got some great footage, that’s going to make one hell of a film,” she said and hugged us both again.

Toni butted in,

“Chandice, it’s three-thirty and we need to leave here by four to get you to the train station,” she said.

Chandice shot off toward the dressing room to get showered. I pulled on my boxers, and Mandy smiled at me.

“You could see that you guys really jelled, I think we might have to pencil in some more films with chandice!” she said with a smile and a cheeky wink.

I sat in one of the chairs and drank another bottle of water; Mandy brought in a tray of tea and coffee. Toni took two teas into the dressing room, telling us she was off to help chandice get sorted. We chatted about the filming schedule and how things had gone over the last two days as we drank our brews.

Toni took chandice to the station in her car. We all exchanged hugs and kisses before she left. Chandice told us she was happy to come down in a few weeks to do some more movies.

I, for one, was very happy about that!

I went for a shower as the lads sorted out the cameras, and Mandy and Sally went off to do some reviewing in the editing studio.

Half an hour later, we all left for the night. Mandy and I got the bus into town and went for a meal. There was no filming the next day, so when Mandy said she fancied an Indian, I was more than happy.

We ate and chatted about our recent holidays and how the studio was doing. Mandy was still worried about Sally. We had a nice meal and two bottles of wine.

I walked Mandy home, but at her door, she kissed me and told me she would see me the following day.

I walked home, took a pint of water to bed, and slept like a log.

The next month was mad. Sally informed us that American distributors were seeking specific films. We held a meeting to discuss what was needed.

Sally and Mandy had decided that making two one-hour films would affect our quality. So, we would do an hour-long film in the morning and half an hour in the afternoon.

We all agreed that that was the right thing to do. Mandy sorted out the female leads, and Sally worked out the filming schedule.

So, over the next few weeks, I did a week of filming with Vicky and Bhavna, which was a mad week. We did four hour-long and four half-hour-long sessions, and by Friday night I was knackered. To be fair, both girls were really getting into the art of making movies and worked hard to give the films some great dialogue.

They were both eager to learn, and Sally and Mandy taught us some great lessons that week. As they say, every day is a school day.

The next week, I worked with two ladies, Sam and Ally. They were both busty Milf’s and veterans of the porn industry. They made a day of solo films and girl-on-girl films, and then I filmed two long and two short films.

Then, the week after, we had a return visit from Lindsey-Dawn and Jenny. Again, they made the week easy, as they were so good at what they did.

On one of the nights when Lindsey-Dawn and Jenny were with us, we all went out for a meal. Sally took us all to a Chinese Buffet restaurant. It was a great evening, and I got to know the girls better.

I also made some films with a pair of ladies from Wales. They were both new to the industry, and that week was a struggle. We had to do numerous retakes, and they often forgot to add dialogue.

They were not the best films, but they would add to the catalogue, as Sally put it.

I felt that with every film I made, I was learning and becoming more accustomed to capturing the angles that the cameras required.

After the girls had left to drive back to Wales, Andy suggested we all go for a beer. It was a nice, sunny day, so we all headed out to a pub with a beer garden.

We all had a few beers and a good chat. Andy said that the Welsh girls should not be booked again. Sally agreed. I kept out of the conversation as I was still new to the team and to the industry.

Mandy said maybe we should give them one more try, and reminded Sally that we had got them at a good price.

I was never one to worry about what others earned. I was doing well. I was putting a nice few quid in the bank. I had even transferred some into my savings.

I didn’t live a lavish lifestyle, so the old bank balance looked very healthy.

After five or six rounds of drinks, we all headed home. We were not working that weekend. We had a busy week, followed by a busy week, and then we had a Bank Holiday weekend to look forward to.

That night, as I lay in bed, I thought about heading away for the weekend. Maybe I would head back to Cornwall for the weekend.

So, my weekend was just a boring, normal one. Saturday morning was all about laundry and housework. Then I went to the supermarket and replenished my kitchen. I took the bus there and then a taxi back, as I had groceries for the fridge and freezer.

On Saturday evening, I headed into town. I went to a pub that always featured live bands. I had a few beers, listened to some good music, and then headed home via a pizza parlour.

Sunday was all about chilling. I went for a long run, then after a long shower, I made a cup of tea and went into the living room to watch some films.

I woke up three hours later, and the film had ended; I glanced out of the window. The weather had turned, and a summer storm was hammering rain down onto the dry streets.

I made another tea and then did some ironing. The rain didn’t ease up, so I knew I would not be going out.

I made some fish fingers and chips, sat and watched some Sunday evening quiz shows before having an early night.

The following morning, I went for a run and did my exercises in the rain. By the time I had showered and dressed, the rain had stopped, and the sun was peeking through the clouds.

I met Mandy at the bus stop; today was a set-up day. We had a lady coming in on Tuesday and Wednesday. She was called Emily, and she had done one movie before. She had contacted Sally and they had spoken on the phone.

I had seen her pictures, and she looked very nice, very girl-next-door nice. Then, on Thursday and Friday, we worked with Sally’s old friend, Amanda. It would be my second time working with her, and she was a lot of fun.

It would be a long week, but the cheque at the end of it made it all worthwhile. I had decided that I needed a car and that the week’s work would pay the deposit.

The weeks filming went well but by Friday night I was fucked in more ways than one.

I had planned to go away for the weekend, but the train took too long, so I decided to have a quiet weekend. I did bugger all. I ran every morning, did laundry, that sort of thing and went for a walk into town each night.