Chapter 9: The Office and the RV

We had quite an evening after we got back from dinner. Wes and Ted tried to satisfy Em, Ann, Maryanne, and me. The boys liked the ratio, and the girls liked the results. The girls decided that if they couldn’t get a cock in the right place, the extra girls would put on a show for everyone else. Thus, I found myself fisting Maryanne again, only this time she’d already been fucked and had a full load of hot cum in her pussy from Wes. She was a little sloppy.

I got Maryanne to the point where she was popping off a significant orgasm every couple of minutes, and that’s when I went to work on her A-spot. She kept moaning, “I can’t believe I’m such a slut; I’m sooooo happy,” over and over again with an upbeat tone to her groaning ramblings.

Maryanne started to writhe, thrash, squirm, and rotate her body around my wrist and hand, and while that proved to be a show of its own, the more significant part of our interaction was the dirty talk she then launched into – actually it was talk interspersed with gasps, sighs, and moans indicating great sexual satisfaction.

“Oh, fuck, Sheila. Your hand feels so good in there – you’re hitting all my spots, all the spots that even a big cock doesn’t touch. You keep making me cum, and I know I’m flooding you with my sex juice. I love to taste it, especially on your lips when you kiss me, for then I know you had been eating me. This is so nasty, your fist in my cunt. I love being a slut. I wish you had a foot-long cock I could suck and fuck to make you happy. Oh, fuck me some more.”

I started to stroke her A-spot, and that’s when Maryanne came unglued. Less than a minute passed between the time I started to stroke there and when she exploded into what may have been the most intense climax of her life up to that point.

“OH, JEEESSSSUUUUSSS. FUUUUUUCCCCCCKKKKK MEEEEEE.” Maryanne screamed. There was no doubt it was a scream of passion and pleasure, a point we all appreciated because we were outside on the patio and I was sure that the sound traveled at least far enough to reach the neighboring houses, and probably the police station five miles away.

I slowed down but kept stroking away inside her twat, at least until she finally grabbed ahold of my wrist and slowly pulled my hand from her body. “Oh, God, Sheila. I can’t take anymore. You ... you’re the devil and an angel all in one. I love you, but you’ve got to stop and let me recover.” She kept muttering about ‘God’ and ‘Slut’ after that. I had a brief thought about what fundamentalists would think about her linking the terms together in the same sentence.

We lay there and I held her for a while. Ann came over, “What’d you do to her? I want some of that too. Can you show me?”

I got a devilish smile and stroked the chaise next to me. Ann lay down, and we started to make out, and it wasn’t too much longer before another scream echoed down from the L.A. hills.

There’s a highly satisfying feeling about going to work with that freshly fucked feeling. As a woman, you know you’re desirable, loved, cared for, and might even feel a little slutty in a good way.

Even more satisfying, is when the job you are going to involves getting fucked even more, with the potential for new and exciting partners, satisfying exhibitionism, still more orgasms, and exceptionally pleasing sex.

Thursday morning, we arrived at Wes’ office. He was driving the Jag, and Em and I were wedged into the passenger seat with the seatbelt around both of us. We were dressed more formally – for an office meeting, but this was the way he wanted us to appear as we started the film.

Wes had an office on the second floor of an old Hollywood building circa 1940s only a couple of blocks off Rodeo Drive. He had the entire floor, with one large room full of computers, large screen televisions and computer displays, and mixing boards. A Nashville studio might envy just the sound equipment he had. That day a room and the hallway down the hall from the editing studio had been upgraded to look like the boardroom and outer secretarial quarters of a billion-dollar a year executive.

Em and I were to have various roles as the day went on and Wes filmed us in a series of short ‘office’ clips. We were going to take turns playing the secretary-who-gets-seduced, the female executive who dominates over some macho men, and the office girl who just has to jill off thinking about her date the night before – until she gets caught by her boss who then lays the pipe to her.

Nancy, our make up friend, did her wonder on us, making us look like strong, professional women. I got to thinking that this was how I dressed all the time when I went to work at the museum. I’d have to pay a little more attention to my make up after this, as Nancy showed me a few things I hadn’t realized about how to make myself look more desirable.

There wasn’t a whole lot of imagination required to carry out the roles. The cameras started rolling about ten o’clock and the video shoot for each segment ran about an hour. Wes had lined up six men to appear with us, and they were all dressed in business suits, rep ties, and loafers with tassels that looked really upscale – very Wall Street.

Em started, and soon was coerced by Cal – her stud, to go into the boardroom for a quickie. After that, as I was learning, it was formula. She sucked him for a while, he ate her and fingered her a lot as they worked off each other’s clothing, some more blowjob to harden him up, and then she rode him cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggie, supine, and then missionary with a money shot or cream pie at the end. I watched from the sidelines, and Em was a good actress and gave a credible performance. Wes’ praised her work after the camera stopped rolling, and it was my turn to do something similar with Kurt – the man rapidly becoming my onscreen boyfriend.

We broke for lunch, and then did several more scenes, one on the secretary’s desk just outside the boardroom. Wes allowed Emmy and me to do some sapphic loving on the boardroom table late in the day. Since the two of us were sort of in love, we put a lot of emotion into it, and Wes said it showed on film.

Much to our surprise and after pleading with Wes, Maryanne joined us as a third ‘secretary’ in the typing pool who just wanted to get off with the other girls. Em and I turned her every which way but loose when we had the opportunity.

We ended the day when Em, Maryanne, and I took on Cal, Kurt, Ryan, and the other three men in a beautiful swinging orgy scene where we each got to fuck each man. I felt certain that boardroom table had never seen such hot action. By that time, I’d found a path to orgasm heaven, so I kept having real orgasms right on camera much to Ann’s delight as she videoed each one of them with each of the men.

When we ended we three girls were snowballing cum with one another, and we were dripping cum from our pussies that Ted captured in a rare video showing three drippy pussies next to each other as we then kissed each other with some of the same fluids.

After we broke, Wes, the three of us girls, and hunky Kurt and Ryan went to dinner. We had returned to our dressy clothes so were a pretty chic group, although none of the women wore panties or bras. We all flirted outrageously with each other, did a lot of illicit touching throughout the meal that consequently included a heavy dose of laughter. Many of the other diners near us watched our group, and some also caught the spirit of happiness and joy and horniness surrounding us.

The six of us went back to Wes’ house where he declared he had a surprise for Maryanne. He went into the grand room and popped a DVD into the player and up on the large screen came the lesbian scene of the late afternoon starting just at the point where Maryanne joined Em and me, and we went to work on her sexy voluptuous body.

The filming was a raw and unedited, but it was sexy and arousing as all get out. Maryanne blushed a bright scarlet color, but liked the movie.

Wes said to her, “You know, I’d like to use that if you’re willing to give me permission. You are a good little porn star, as well as a great assistant. What do you say?”

Maryanne hemmed and hawed for bit, but said she sign off the next day. I could tell she was a little worried about her parents or others she cared about finding out about her sudden new career. I made a note to talk to her about how I’d been outed and coped with it back east almost a year earlier.

We paired up for the evening, Ryan with Em, Kurt with Maryanne, and Wes with me. Maryanne looked worried about going off with Kurt, but I heard him promise he’d be gentle with her. When you have a schlong about ten inches long and as big around as your partner’s wrist, it tends to strike fear into the hearts of those who haven’t tried it yet. As expected, Maryanne looked exceptionally satisfied the next morning.

Friday, when we got up, Wes announced that the ‘studio’ would be coming to us that morning. Just after breakfast, a large and expensive RV pulled up in front of the house. Inside were Ted, Ann, Jon, Bert – a lighting and staging guy, Nancy – our makeup artist, Mike and Brad – two actors, and a man named Pete who drove the rig. It was crowded, particularly after Wes, Em, Maryanne, and I got into the forty-foot motorhome. (Kurt and Ryan had left for their normal jobs.)

Wes had seen the unit before, and had previously decided that all the prep on us and equipment would be in the one bedroom at the back of the unit, and all the filming would be done in the mid-section or living room-kitchen area, or even further forward nearer the driver.

Based on what I heard, Ted and Ann had already worked out filming patterns, and Jon had planted microphones around the RV feeding into a multi-channel recorder; he wouldn’t be using a boom mic in the close quarters. Bert had set various lights around inside, many indirect so even if a camera scanned across them it wouldn’t flare out the video.

With that as prelude, Wes laid out the plot. “We are going to a nearby shopping center. Em and Sheila will somehow start talking to the ‘guys’ running the RV, and will be invited to take a little ride. One thing will lead to another, and they’ll end up riding around and fucking like bunnies. There isn’t much mystery to it, but I want it to have a more erotic feel to it than some of the other RV porn out there like FuckBus. I also want it to look more like everyone is falling in love with everyone else. Thus, I want to use some high contrast scenes, have you guys be more loving and tender, engage in a lot more kissing and hugging, and be a lot more sensuous and slow in your movement as you get into the sex. Take it slow and sexy.”

He’d no sooner finished giving us directions when the motorhome came to a stop. I looked out and we were in a shopping center parking lot with dozens of cars all around us, and shoppers heading into the nearby mall.

We got into the back of the RV and peaked through a curtain as Ted and Ann filmed Pete, Mike and Brad looking out a window and trying to pick girls they wanted to ride around with for the day – even girls they’d like to start something serious with. It wasn’t the macho, testosterone, chest-thumping discussion I’d heard other men have in other films. This was more measured and sincere – the inner men talking to one another about desirable women.