Now she put her heart into it, sucking on him like a woman possessed and slashing her tongue agilely back and forth across the tip of his thick meaty cock as it rammed relentlessly in and out of her face. His hands crept into her hair, and no one was paying any attention to James any more or spending any time worrying about camera angles. Eventually the distributor gave up trying to give advice and contented himself with watching this lurid drama unfold before him.
"It's cumming," groaned the actor, his voice low and husky with passion. "Any minute now!"
The two of them seemed like candidates for an insane asylum by this point. Rick, his hands holding her head tightly before him lest she try to escape at the critical moment, was fucking ruthlessly into her mouth, and the girl's hands had snaked around behind him to pull his muscular buttocks forward, urging him to skewer deeper and deeper into her cruelly-stretched mouth while mewls and hums of passionate masochistic acceptance erupted from her cock-filled throat. The rich ripe globes of her breasts were dancing up and down on her chest as her entire naked body jiggled voluptuously back and forth from the violence of the actor's savage pummeling of her delicate mouth.
Then a deep animalistic groan erupted from between his parted lips, and Lynn knew that he was summing at last. Her throat gulped as the first wave of hot sticky white liquid flowed into her, causing her cheeks to billow out like a balloon as he filled her mouth with a never-ending stream of his heatedly spewing semen. The crowd around them watched her Adam's apple bobbing up and down as she labored not to lose a drop of the lust-inciting fluid, her wetly glistening lips forming a tight seal around the thick shaft of his wildly ejaculating cock.
"Don't quit until you're finished," warned James, his face almost touching hers. "Lick him clean!"
Lynn locked herself in the bathroom, managing to get the door shut behind her before the tears started streaming down her face. Plunged into the deepest despair she had ever experienced, the blackmailed young wife sat on the edge of the toilet and cried piteously into a towel to muffle the noise, hoping that no one would overhear her and realize how seriously this was affecting her.
Gradually, her sobs came to an end and she faced herself in the mirror to do some repair work on her make-up which had been badly smeared by her tears and Rick's frantically pistoning cock as it fucked in and out of her mouth. What now? she asked herself, studying the reflected image of her grief-stricken face and noting that traces of Rick's cum were still clinging obscenely to the corners of her lips. Where exactly do you go from here?
What terrified the young woman more than anything else was the power of her physical reactions to the experiences they were forcing upon her. It would be normal for a woman to feel sentiments of shame and disgust, and at the beginning, she had been nauseated at the vile and depraved things they had asked her to do. But now, all that was changing! Despite the perversity and sinfulness of the act she had just committed with Rick, she could not find the slightest trace of remorse anywhere in her. Instead, her sensually awakened body seemed to have been overpowered completely by lust and she shivered, standing nakedly alone in the bathroom and recalling every movement she had made a few minutes before.
There was no question about it; they had changed her life radically by introducing her into this world of bestiality and degradation. Instead of feeling dismayed and disgusted, she was excited, stimulated, aroused… call it what you will, this girl was virtually beside herself with unsatisfied lust!
Someone was banging on the bathroom door.
"Hey, don't take all day in there, Lynn," Kelly Agard called through the thin wooden door. "Elton James is going to show us a video-tape which has been having a lot of success over on the East Coast. He says there's a lot to be learned from it!"
"I'm coming," testified the stricken girl in a low husky voice. "Keep your pants on."
"I won't promise a thing!" joked Kelly lewdly as she turned away from the door and went to join her husband in the next room. In the meanwhile, technicians from WRT-TV had set up a video-tape screen system, by which it was possible to take an ordinary video-tape, made for television, and project it on a large wide screen so that the picture could be viewed simultaneously by a large group of people. The other guests had already taken their seats, and Kelly Agard joined her husband who was sitting alone on a large sofa in the rear of the room. "Taking a back seat, lover?" she teased him.
"Yeah," he responded lustily. "Remember when we were kids, always sitting in the back row of the movie house so we could neck without being disturbed?"
"I might have known you had something up your sleeve, your dirty old man," she laughed at him.
"I've got something up all right," he shot back at her with a lecherous grin. "But it's not up my sleeve. Hey, where's the guest of honor?"
"I just called her," Kelly informed him. "She was in the bathroom, drying her maidenly tears, or finger-fucking herself, or both."
"Poor kid," Phil Agard sympathized insincerely. "She got excited playing around with Rick, and then got left in the lurch without any satisfaction."
"You planning on helping her out, sweetheart?" purred Kelly lustily, running her fingers through her husband's thick black hair.
Agard chuckled in reply, and then continued seriously.
"Listen, we can't afford to let up on that girl, not even for a minute. If she thinks she's scraping the bottom of the barrel now, she's mistaken, because I've got big plans for this next flick, including some things our Miss Lynn never dreamed of. We've got to keep the pressure on, breaking her willpower down bit by bit until she's putty in our hands. If we give her a minute to thinly for herself, she'll be out of our hands like a light, and we'll be minus the best potential porno-actress I've ever laid eyes on."
"You've laid more than eyes on that little girl," Kelly reminded him a little sharply. "But I can't quite blame you. If I were a man, I'd be climbing all over her like the rest of you."
Phil's face darkened as his wife uttered these words, a new foul idea suddenly entering his head.
"That's a thought," he said slowly. "As long as we're breaking her into the refinements of life, we might as well experiment a little in that direction. You never can tell, it might make an interesting flick with the two of you working each other over. When she comes out, we'll sit her between us and have some fun with her during the film. Unless I miss my guess, Mrs. Langley is plenty stirred up right now, and James' film sure isn't going to calm her down any. We've got to keep her horny as hell until we're ready to shoot. Lynn's trouble is that she's trying to make herself believe that she's a clean living upstanding young wife, when underneath it all, she's a whore, and she knows she's a whore!"
Lynn put the last finishing touches on her lipstick and hair, adjusted the scoop-necked dress to cover as much of her voluptuous body as possible, and walked out of the bathroom to join the others for the screening of James' film. She knew perfectly well that they were all looking at her expectantly, and she kept her eyes carefully focused on the ground in front of her, not wanting to lose her balance. The alcohol was still very much with her, even though her drunkenness had subsided to the point where she was able to operate without appearing intoxicated.
The hungrily burning sensation in her belly showed no signs of going away, however, and as she walked, her nakedly sensitive thighs rubbed together, increasing the state of her excitement by the minute. She had never been so turned on in her life, and there was no relief in sight. She could hardly go up to the first man she met and ask him to make love to her, despite the fact that she was so stimulated now that she felt like doing just that.