"Rick, do you mind putting on a free performance?" inquired the distributor of films, as easily as he might ask for a cigarette.
"Are you kidding?" laughed the actor happily. "I ought to be paying you!" And without the slightest trace of embarrassment, the tall blond actor removed his shorts, exposing himself quite proudly to the two women in the room. His penis was in the relaxed state, hanging quite naturally between his muscular thighs, but Lynn remembered clearly what it had looked like when it was erect and ready for action, and she shuddered at the recollection.
"All right, Lynn," Mr. James continued as if he were conducting a class. "Now let's imagine a scene for you to enact. Let's say that our friend Rick here is a sadist, and he's just beaten you into submission in order to get you to allow him to penetrate you orally. You're willing to do it only to avoid another beating, but once you get started, you really go to town on him, sort of for revenge. Now imagine I'm the camera, and please recall that everything you do has to be played to me. Okay, down on your knees in front of him, please."
Lynn shot a quick glance at her former lover, pleading with her eyes to be spared from this awful humiliation, but all she found in Phil's face was mild amusement and the beginnings of a lusty feeling. There was no help to be expected from this quarter, and Lynn had come to the conclusion that Kelly had some latent homosexual tendencies and actually enjoyed seeing a younger and more beautiful woman tormented in this degenerate fashion. No, there was no way out. If she refused Phil's merest request, he could end all chance of happiness in life for her by means of a quick telephone call to Matt.
She went down on her knees, just as Kelly Agard had done the first day of shooting when Lynn had made her entrance into this vile depraved business. Rick's heavily swaying cock jerked a little as he felt her hot breath on the thick leathery foreskin, and he took a step closer to move his groin up against her face.
"Good, but the two of you are forgetting where the camera is," James reminded them. "I know this is fun, but don't lose track of the fact that you're making a movie."
Rick shifted his posture slightly so that the 'camera' could get a full view of his long, but still flaccid instrument.
"Good, now go to work, Lynn, but take your time. You've got to arouse this man, or he's going to take the whip to you again. And remember to keep your face turned so we can see you. Good clear distinct movements, remember?"
Oh, this is really too much, the humiliated girl told herself in absolute misery. How did they get me into this disgusting position? They never gave me a chance to draw the line and refuse to go any further, and now it had come to this: lessons in sexual perversion!
And what could she do about it? Nothing, she realized with a growing sense of despair. If she angered Mr. James and ruined Phil's chances of making this sale, Agard would certainly find a way to get even with her. And besides, she would look totally ridiculous if she started getting prudish at this point. If she objected to this kind of thing, why had she come to the party in the first place, wearing that shameful dress? Besides, Kelly had done this terrible business and gone out afterward to eat a pizza. If she refused now, they would think she was nuts. Besides, even though she found it difficult to admit to herself, she was beginning to feel the tingles of lusty excitement starting to grow in the base of her spine and shooting into her stomach like little shocks of electric current.
So she did as she was told and went to work, feeling the strange quivering sensation spread deep in her belly as she ran her full wet lips lightly over the surface of Rick's hard muscular groin just above the forest of brown pubic hair. With her hands, she reached up and grasped his warm limp penis, gently stimulating it by rubbing the foreskin back and forth over the red-tipped bulbous glad until she felt the organ begin to twitch as Rick became aroused.
Once this process was underway, there was no holding it back, and Rick's eagerly throbbing cock popped up as if it had suddenly come to life. There was an amused murmur of comment from the observers, and the actor flashed a proud grin around the room. Lynn, having some difficulty focusing her eyes because of the alcohol, studied the massively heated object she held before her like a conductor's baton.
"Come on, baby, use those beautiful lips," urged the porno-actor from above her, moving his loins even closer to her face so that his long hard penis was aimed at her half-open like a cannon about to fire.
"Go to it, honey," commanded James in a calm voice. "But remember your camera angles."
Gradually a change began to settle over Lynn's fogged mind, and a deep sense of slavish masochistic resignation began to settle over her. All right, she told herself. Do what they want; don't fight any longer. Enjoy it if you can, whore!
Her decision made, Lynn leaned forward, her tongue flickering lewdly out to touch the lust-swollen head of his impatiently pulsating cock. Rick jumped at the sudden spine-tingling contact, and James moved up closer, still pretending to be the camera and wanting to see everything. The others stood around smoking and drinking, all behaving very seriously as if this were a scientific experiment of the utmost importance. Lynn circled her wetly darting tongue around the man's smooth rubbery flesh, forcing a groan from his lips, and she tormented the tiny opening of the gland at the end of his long rigid shaft, already moist from the miniature droplets of seminal fluid oozing from the interior.
But Rick was a clean person, and to her surprise, she found that there was nothing really distasteful physically about what she was being obliged to do. Humiliation and shame were both there, of course, but she tried to blank out her mind and concentrate on the whispered instructions coming from James.
"Use your hands, baby, that's it," he counseled and the trembling young girl raised her hands to his thick towering cock. Tenderly she cupped the softly swaying balls, pulling on them gently and teasingly. The other hand crept to the base of his visibly throbbing penis where she stroked the thick brown hair which bloomed in the man's crotch and caressed the length of his long hardness while she continued to delight him by kissing and licking the blood-filled spongy tip at the other end.
"Pull the skin down," advised James, hovering over her like an anxious parent and watching as she slavishly obeyed, gently tugging on the foreskin of his jerking uncircumcised penis and drawing it down to leave the large bulbous tip naked against the softness of her tongue. She kissed it with wetly parted lips and then slowly began to insert it directly into the warm moist sanctuary of her mouth a little at a time.
"Oh Christ, you're driving me mad!" Rick groaned, the eyes rolling back in his head as crazy rippling sensations began racing up and down the base of his spine and shooting up to the back of his neck. Rick was an experienced actor in sex films, but there was something so extremely abnormal about this particular situation that it was turning him on powerfully. For one thing, he knew perfectly well that Lynn was not just another aspiring porno-star. She was an innocent little girl who had somehow gotten involved in this degenerate business by mistake and was clearly being held in it against her will and better judgment.
"Suck harder," he pleaded, not knowing whether this was precisely what James had in mind or not, and not really caring. "Ahhhhh, Lynn, your mouth is like butter!"
Again, the blackmailed young wife did as she was told, feeling the excitement slowly mount within her own nakedly kneeling body and shivering with masochistic joy at the idea of her mouth being used as a receptacle for this man's vile semen. There was something so depraved and perverse about the situation that it was impossible not to be excited by it, and she could sense that the others were becoming steadily aroused as well.