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Subject: {ASSM} People Are Strange (Bradley Stoke) (MFF)(Caution)
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Title: People Are Strange
Author: Bradley Stoke
Keywords: MFF Caution 
Short Summary: Behind the doors of a European Sex Film.


Story: People Are Strange (2,748 words)

We go behind the doors of a European Sex Film where the cast attempt to
light a fire, a back door man breaks on through (to the other side) and 
at the end of the night, we take it as it comes. And as the cars hiss by
the window, Moss reflects that people are strange.


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People Are Strange
==================


People are strange, thought Moss as he watched Laura and Sylvia on 
the divan, kissing each other's naked bodies, wearing only their high 
stiletto heels. All around them were other people, mostly men, two 
with videocameras, one carrying the lighting rig, and the producer who 
was gesturing meaningfully at his colleagues as the filming went on. 
Only moments before, after ad-libbed dialogue which would have 
shamed most actresses but was more than adequate for the film that 
was being made, the two girls had eased off their blouses and skirts, 
then after some preparatory kissing and stroking, their bras and finally 
their knickers. And now here they were, two bodies entangled, mouths 
together as they lovingly ran their tongues over each other's faces and 
back again into the mouth.

And then, after directions by the producer, and breathing with an 
excitement that was partly real and partly because it was expected of 
them, the two girls took positions for the sequence of actions that was 
not only to fulfil the requirements of a day's shooting, but also to 
prepare themselves for the action to come. Action in which Moss was 
to have a starring role. Laura lay back, her hands gripping the back of 
the chair in which she was now sitting, while on her knees and 
between Laura's open legs, Sylvia's head was bobbing up and down as 
her tongue busied itself on her crotch. Occasionally a licked finger 
would stroke the outside lips, and then getting bolder, they penetrated 
her vagina: one finger, two fingers, three fingers. And then her whole 
fist inside Laura while Sylvia smiled lasciviously at the camera.

After that, roles were reversed and it was Sylvia whose vagina took all 
of Laura's fist, her arse being probed by a purple peppermint spangled 
dildo which caused her to arc up her body and gasp and gasp, as each 
of her sensitive buttons were pressed in turn. Laura gently kissed the 
lips of the bruised vagina and then turned to face the camera. And then 
an awkward moment as the dildo fell out and Laura's fist retracted, but 
the cameras continued filming, focusing on Sylvia's gasping ecstatic 
face.

There was a small pause in the proceedings, and Moss relaxed. He 
lowered his head, his eyes still intent on all that was going on. The 
director said some words to his cast and his colleagues. He then 
wandered over to Miguel, who like Moss had been sitting by the side 
waiting for his part. 

"You think you can do it, Mig?" the director asked sympathetically.

"You fucking bet. They don't call me Big Mig for nothing!"

"That I know. That I know. Just let the girls recover a bit. Their 
fannies have taken a bit of a beating. Wanna beer?"

The director handed Miguel a chilled can of lager. "Not on the job. 
I've got a reputation to keep, man. But you got any more snow?"

"Yeah right. Whatever."

Like Miguel, Moss was a veteran of the sex industry. He had featured 
in countless movies, sold openly throughout Europe and rather less 
openly in the New World. He was a professional. Or, at least, insofar 
as this was his living. And he was good at what he did. He'd watched 
and participated in fuck scenes like this again and again. He knew the 
routine. He didn't need the bandages any more, either. He could be 
trusted. Not every porn star of his kind could be. And unlike Miguel 
he didn't need drugs. He was able to do his job without any extra 
stimulation. Although an appreciative audience helped.

Sylvia and Laura came over to chat with him, stroking and cuddling 
him, making him even more eager to get into the action. But he knew 
better than to get too excited too soon. He tenderly licked Sylvia's 
cheek, while Laura ran her fingers seductively around his ears. 

"You be gentle on me, Moss, you hear," said Sylvia.

"Not too fucking gentle though," laughed Laura. "We want you good 
and stiff right from the start. And don't slobber too much."

Moss knew what was expected of him, and he glanced at the director 
who smiled at him reassuringly. "We're expecting good things from 
you, man. You do the business and it's all in the can."

Finally, Miguel came back, wiping his nose with the back of his hand. 
Unlike Moss, who was already stripped for action, Miguel was dressed 
in a suit and tie which looked faintly ridiculous on him, his porn star 
long hair over the shoulders, and the crotch of the pants already 
looking as if they were about to swell.

"You ready for action, Mig," asked the director.

"Yeah, I'll give the girls what they're wanting before the real star gets 
his claws into them." He winked at Moss. "Hey, man. I'm only 
kidding. But I'm glad this ain't no fucking homo thing. No offence 
meant. You do good. You do fucking good."

The girls were positioned as if there had been no pause in their 
lovemaking, arms around each other and dildos scattered carelessly 
about, while Miguel made his entrance. Like the girls he would never 
have won any of his many awards for his method acting. Nor for his 
execrable ability to remember his few lines and what was left after he 
mangled them up into anything like a convincing delivery. But he was 
a woodman. His skills lay in other departments, mostly currently 
tucked away in his Calvin Kleins under his trousers. Not that the 
trousers stayed on very long. He was soon freed of encumbrances. His 
shoes, socks, trousers and jacket carefully removed by his co-stars, his 
white shirt slightly unbuttoned and his tie carelessly pulled to one side. 
Sylvia was pulling his CKs down to his ankles while massaging the 
long meat to a willing erection, while his rough hairy hands fumbled 
on Laura's breast, his moustachioed mouth against her face, as she 
made the obligatory moans that signalled her apparent pleasure. 

Sylvia took his prick in her hands. Even semi-erect, it was a handful, 
flopping slightly to one side as Sylvia stroked his massive balls, and 
ran her tongue seductively up its length. Then she paused to brush her 
dyed-blonde hair from her face so that the camera could get an 
uninterrupted shot, as she took the whole length of it into her red-
lipped mouth, fingers aiding tongue and teeth in bringing Miguel's 
asset to its full glory. Moss was always impressed by the size of his 
co-stars pricks. Where did they get to find men with pricks like that? 
And if they'd not been able to use them the way they were used in the 
film industry, how much of an asset would they be otherwise? How 
many women out there had the capacity to take that much meat? 
Clearly Sylvia and Laura had, but then they could take a full fist. And 
that was no mean feat!

And then, under the director's gestures, the two girls took new 
positions, the effort of changing roles likely to be edited away. The 
two of them took turns on Miguel's prick, his shirt and tie now 
discarded, revealing a torso of compacted muscle, their mouths taking 
turns on sucking and licking his penis and exchanging kisses and 
tongues with each other. Miguel's erect penis gamely took the 
punishment, while out of shot of the camera, a finger was positioned 
to ensure that although his prick remained rock hard it didn't 
prematurely release its payload. 

And then the action where the mouth, anus and vagina made up three 
orifices each on two women and one prick shared between all six 
possibilities. Then in addition each girl had the choice of the three 
orifices of the other girl and a massive big prick. However, you looked 
at it, the prick was the centre of attention, as it moved from arse to 
mouth to vagina, from one girl to another, always thrusting in and out, 
or more leisurely when a tongue joined in the fun. All through the 
changes of fuck shots, the director and the cameramen moved around 
to shoot the same penetration from different angles or to vary the 
repository of shots from arse to mouth to ecstatic humping, breasts 
jiggling up and down whilst Miguel took the unnatural position this 
demanded of him so that Laura or Sylvia was in the best position for a 
shot of apparent ecstasy. Every now and then, the director would 
indicate to his cast, mostly by hand movements, a position he would 
want a head or a vagina so that the camera could share in all the 
intimacy, not missing one thrust, or one ecstatic gasp, or one shot of 
penetration.

And soon Moss could see it on the way: the climax to all this genital 
activity, as Miguel signalled his intentions to the cameras and the girls, 
and all parties were in position for the most important shot of all, the 
one for which he most obviously earned his money. The two girls 
faces and breasts were in front of him, the cameras and director 
slightly to the back and side, as he jerked his erect penis in the air. 
And then it happened. A spurt of semen. Followed by the trail of 
another. And another. Both long and twisting and viscous, arcing into 
the air, trailing a sine wave to descend with the faintest splop of come 
against flesh, on the girls' faces, open mouths, bare breasts and then 
droplets making their way from the base of the chin in long creamy 
globules onto the neck. The girls faced the camera as Miguel released 
the last tiny flecks of semen, smiling with the pale liquid on their 
lower faces, smudging their hair, their teeth in the practised expression 
of postcoital ecstasy, and no doubt the reflection that they had just 
completed a job for which the reckoning depended on just how free 
they'd been with their bodies and the three orifices into which a prick 
could just about fit.

All stars then relaxed after their lovemaking, while Moss stood up in 
anticipation. He knew after all the other films he'd been in, that his 
part was very soon to begin. And indeed after less than ten minutes, 
after the cast had relaxed to a bottle of beer each, he heard the call and 
he entered the stage, the three supporting co-stars waiting for him.

As with Miguel, he was gradually coaxed towards an erection, Laura 
and Sylvia both taking his penis in their hands, brushing away the hair 
at its base, and with vigorous wrist actions brought it up to a proud 
erection: its pink splendour hidden beneath him as he licked and 
nuzzled against first Laura and then Sylvia. And then he could only 
lick against their backs or shoulders as the two girls greedily took 
possession of his prick in their mouths. His penis was nowhere near as 
huge as Miguel's. That would be quite unusual if it were. But it was a 
penis of quite presentable proportions and fully good enough for the 
cameras that were trained on every spasm and every jerk of it. Laura 
took the whole length of it in her mouth, while Sylvia stroked his 
balls. From behind them. Miguel was easing his fingers deep inside 
their cunts to aid towards lubricating them for future penetration.

Indeed, Moss's wasn't the only prick to enter them in this scene. 
Miguel took position behind Laura as she busied her tongue and teeth 
on the thin length of Moss's prick, and guided his own penis into her 
anus. Laura gasped slightly as Miguel entered, and Moss could feel a 
tightening on his prick as she let it sink in. Sylvia's tongue joined 
Laura's as Moss's prick slid out of her mouth, and the two girls 
exchanged their tongues on each other's mouth and on Moss's penis. 
Moss's large open eyes followed the girls around, unsure if now was 
the moment of penetration, but the director saw the direction of his 
thoughts and signalled urgently to him that he should stay where he 
was. Gasping and panting though he was, he knew what was expected 
of him, although the base of his spine began twitching with 
excitement.

And then finally, with a reassuring pat from the director, it was his 
time to enter the girls. A sense of urgency came across the girls. They 
knew from the other times they'd enjoyed sex with Moss that he was 
not necessarily the most disciplined when it came to ejaculation, but 
they ruffled his ears and cheeks and whispered encouragingly to him. 

"You can do it. You'll do good. Don't give up," Laura said.

"You know what to do," commented Sylvia. "Come on! Get your 
rocks off on me!"

And then Moss was in Sylvia, who lay on the ground, Miguel and 
Laura comforting her, stroking her face and exchanging kisses, as she 
guided Moss's prick into her wide open cunt. It wasn't a tight fit. 
Sylvia was used to larger pricks than Moss's, but he knew and she 
knew that his was something special. But his prick got inside, his 
buttocks twitched and thrust as the excitement of sex gripped him. He 
knew what to do, and he did it well, while the two cameras took 
position around his prick and face as he thrust in and out, and Sylvia 
gasped from the pleasure and thrill of it. Her bare legs wrapped around 
his back, a camera positioned slightly beneath him as he pistoned in 
and out of her.

And then it was Laura's turn. He was laid down, uncomfortably, on 
his haunches, while Laura eased onto his prick, the camera positioned 
in front to get the view of her as she pushed her body up and down, 
using the ball of her toes to gain leverage as his prick pushed in and 
out, Miguel supporting her from above and kissing her on the face, 
while she gave vent to cries and gasps. Moss himself was panting and 
gasping himself, dedicated solely to the task he was performing.

And then a more comfortable position for him, on top of Laura, leaned 
over her while his prick pushed in and out of her cunt, feeling its 
dampness against the shaft of his penis, while both camera and Sylvia 
paid attention to his prick keeping it stiff and potent as he pushed it in 
and out. His head nuzzled against her back, his tongue licking on the 
knuckles of her spine, as she arched over, her mouth taking Miguel's 
erect penis while she was penetrated from behind. 

And then Moss gave a quick bark, giving a quick cue to the director to 
reposition his cast. And then, as expected, his penis spurted forth with 
semen on Laura's back and Sylvia's mouth, uncontrollable swells of it 
coming out as his testicles pushed forth the semen which the camera 
lovingly filmed as it splayed all over the girls. A trail of come worried 
its way down Laura's buttocks and into her crotch. Two globules 
rolled down Sylvia's face: not as copious as Miguel's but as lovingly 
filmed. Moss hadn't the control or the volume of Miguel, but his come 
was more lovingly filmed and preserved as it released itself. And then 
Sylvia faced the camera, the semen on her face and the camera 
lingered for several moments.

And then: "Cut!" cried the director. "It's a wrap."

With relieved smiles the two girls stood up. They patted Moss on the 
shoulder and rubbed their hands about his face, as he licked their 
hands with eagerness. "You did very well, Moss," said Laura with a 
smile. "We're very proud of you."

Moss sat up and looked nervously towards the director, who was 
standing near where Moss had been waiting for his. He grinned at 
Moss and clapped his hands together. "Come here, boy!" he 
commanded, kneeling down.

With a woof of glee, Moss wagged his tail and trotted over to the 
director, glad to have provided so many people with so much pleasure. 
But even as he was patted and cuddled, his eyes staring towards a 
welcoming bowl of dog food, his long tawny fur slightly sticky with 
his own semen, he couldn't help reflecting on all that had just 
happened. He really had no good idea as to why these people had 
wanted to have sex with him. People are just strange.



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