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 ï>¿My First Role by TurinTurambar

   Sara auditions for a role in her favorite director's film.

   Sara could scarcely believe what she was reading, even refreshing the
page as if to confirm the news blurb was real.  Pierre Dubois, her favorite
french director was coming to her college town to film his newest film. 
The college junior had a passion for movies and adored everything he had
ever done, even having learned a bit of french to watch the films without
subtitles.  Not only was Dubois coming to her town, but there was to be a
casting call looking for actors that was open to the public.  Sara was
nearly beside herself in eagerness, hardly believing there was a chance to
be even considered to work with Dubois.  He was known for shooting with
little known or even first time actors, believing it added to a certain
authenticity.  He was also known for his films being a bit more racy than
mainstream films, always pushing boundaries and exploring new ideas.

   Always wanting to study film, she had been pressured by her parents to
pick a major that would lead towards a more lucrative career, settling on
civil engineering.  Still she had chosen a few film classes to fill out
some electives, those always being her most favorite to attend.  Sara had
even flirted a few times with trying out for a few student films when they
offered chances to be in them, but had always ultimately decided against
them.  She had a good head on her shoulders but her classwork took most of
her free time.  What time was left was soaked up by a part time job at a
coffee shop on campus to earn a little money, leaving her little time for
anything like a commitment to a club or even having much of a social life.

   But this was far too big an opportunity to pass up Sara would tell
herself, this chance overwhelming her arguments against it.  Filling out
the short application online with a wide grin, Sara would add the date to
her calendar, circling in bright red and surrounding it with exclamation
points.  The following days before the casting was spent in nervous
anticipation, she would hardly focus in class as she daydreamed of what
background role she might get, of how she might possibly even at the very
least be in the same room with the acclaimed director.

   When the day came she arrived at the earliest possible hour to the
warehouse like building that was being used for the casting call.  After
signing in she chose to sit near the back of the rows of chairs, nervously
flipping through the pages of papers she was given explaining how the
process was going to be done.

   Unlike any normal auditions she would not be trying out for any
particular role, instead during the interview the director would either
create a role for her or not.  Dubois started his filming process with just
a vague idea, building up the whole plot in a more natural way as he
brought in actors and filmed.  For this film the central idea spelled out
in the instruction papers was of an awakening for a shy couple.  They would
slowly be exposed to more and more around them, culminating in watching
another couple have sex at a party before finally doing it themselves doing
it themselves.

   Sara thought the story was a beautiful and romantic one, and just
exactly the type the director excelled at.  She had to suppress a giggle at
having a chance to perhaps have a small role in it.  She would run through
what sort of background character she might be in her head as the seats
started to fill and names eventually started to be called up for their
interview in a small room at the front of the main seating area.

   As names were called up Sara would glance up to see who was also
auditioning.  She would spot a few faces she knew, some classmates from
various classes and even a teacher or two.  She wanted to find someone to
join but the whole room seemed still and quiet and to get up and talk to
someone and break that stillness seemed wrong for some reason and continued
to sit by herself.  But most of the faces were strangers, and Sara judged
that a fair bit of the town also jumped at the chance to be in the film and
felt her chances to be on film slim down to a near impossibility.  She
contented herself at being at least to even see Dubois in person, grinning
in her seat still.

   When her name was finally called her excitement would turn to
nervousness, her legs almost shaking as she stood up.  She would slowly
make her way up front to where an assistant awaited her, opening the door
and gesturing her in.  Taking a deep breath and steadying her resolve Sara
would step in.  It was a small mostly unfurnished room with just a small
table topped with papers and a few chairs dotted around.

   She would nearly gasp when she saw the director but still herself,
holding her hands together as she awaited instruction.  With Dubois would
be another assistant, a short woman in a vest.

   "Please stand in the center of the room." She would ask with a fair
french accent, gesturing towards a mark taped on the floor as Dubois stood
quiet with his hand on his chin, softly looking over her.  Doing as she was
asked, Sara would turn towards them, her eyes moving between the pair.

   "She has a pretty face." Dubois would say to the assistant as he started
to circle Sara.

   At the comment Sara would feel herself blushing slightly, suddenly aware
of how casually she was dressed in grey yoga pants and a loose sweater. 
She would curse herself for not dressing up for the casting and not doing
something more interesting with her makeup.  "Do you need me to read any
lines?" She would inquire in a meek voice as he continued to circle her.

   "No no no, I am not thinking about a speaking role for you." he would
say with a shake of his head.

   Suppressing a frown Sara would rebuke herself in her head again, for of
course she would only at best get a small background role without any
lines. The real roles would go to someone with some experience, maybe
someone from the film club or in the theater department, not a simple
enthusiast like her.

   "No, this role will not need a voice to speak to the audience, the body
will say so much more." He would say to the puzzlement of Sara.  "Can you
take off the...  that sweater." He would ask, searching for a moment for
the right english word.

   Nodding, Sara would reach down to lift off the sweater, revealing the
thin white shirt she wore underneath.  She would also reveal her firm butt
now that the long sweater didn't hang over it, and also her narrow waist.
Her chest would press out against the tight undershirt, the bra covering
her 34DD breasts poking out at the edges of the shirt.  Sara had always
been proud of keeping fit, knowing she cut a good figure the rare times she
decided to show it off.  She didn't get didn't get annoyed at the attention
of guys when they saw how pretty she was, but she still hid it more often
than not as Sara was dedicated to focusing on her classes and getting her
degree and didn't want a boyfriend or dealing with dating to slow that
down.

   As Sara placed her sweater down on a nearby chair she would feel his
eyes move all over her 5'5" frame and she would feel the heat in her cheeks
rise a bit more.  Her heart would beat a little faster at having someone
really look her over, exciting her in a way she didn't expect at all as she
stood nervously awaiting his appraisal.  His assistant would also not be
shy in looking her over, and standing opposite Sara the college junior
would glance from time to time at her, trying to search her expression for
any sign of approval or judgement at all.  But the face stayed passive,
betraying nothing of what she thought of Sara at all.

   As he surveyed her body Dubois would nod and give a few comments to his
assistant in french that was too fast for Sara to follow.  "Yes, she will
do." he would say in english, turning his eyes up to Sara's and stopping
his slow circling.

   "But I need an actor who is dedicated to my vision." He would say to her
in a way that made the statement a question.

   "Yes," She would stammer out, "I watched all your films dozens of times,
you're a genius, I'd do whatever I could for your film." She would say
quickly, looking up to him hopefully.

   "Then you will be my star, the woman who shows the couple what passion
truly is.  If you accept to do what the role requires." He would say with a
nod.  Sara's mind would race as she tried to sort out what he said, her
eyes widening when she figured it out.  He wanted her to be the woman in
the couple at the end, the one that has sex at the party.  Fear, surprise,
joy and an unexpected thrill would all mix together as she realized the
importance and daring nature of what she was being offered.  A quick
deliberation ran through her mind.  She couldn't say no, not to this sort
of chance.  However risque the themes of Dubois' films were they were
always still tastefully done she told the part of her that shook at the
idea of being part of a sex scene.

   "Yes, whatever the role requires." She would say with a new resolve. 
The director would flash her a smile at her acceptance and nod to the
assistant, who would quickly grab a few mores and hand them to Sara.  "Sign
these, and make sure you are available on these dates." The assistant would
guide her.  In all she would really only have to carve out a few days of
her schedule, as her part only came in towards the end of filming which
would relieve her, not wanting to have to miss much of her classes.

   "Do not forget this," The director would say, flashing her a grin and
handing her back her sweater.

   "Of course," Sara would say, grabbing it and giggling softly.  Putting
it back on she would wait to see if the interview was over.

   "Make sure to be on time, I look forward to working with you." He would
tell her before nodding towards the door.  Thanking them profusely Sara
would take her leave, feeling like she was walking on air as she left the
interview room.

   She was going to be one of the leading roles in Pierre Dubois' latest
film, she could not even believe the thought but looking down at a copy of
the papers she signed it was spelled out plainly.  Stepping outside she
would clutch the papers to her chest and squeal in delight, spinning around
for a moment.  She, Sara Thompson, a 21 year old college junior was going
to star in acclaimed director's, her favorite director, newest film.  It
was just too sweet to even say out loud.  As she headed home she had to
stop herself from skipping so giddy she felt, as if nothing could darken
her day if it tried.

   This jubilant spirit would carry her through the long days between then
and when filming would start.  Though her scene wouldn't be till the last
bit she hung around during the first few days as much as her class schedule
and workload allowed, watching how they built the scenes and ran through
the actual filming to prepare herself for when it was her on the other side
of the cameras.  The director worked in a near hectic pace, changing his
mind again and again and caring not for any that could not keep up with
him. Those that stopped to argue or even sometimes ask for clarification
were at best waved off, though Dubois could as easily decide to scrap that
person's role altogether rather than wait for them to get onboard with his
instructions.  It was clear that it was a do or die environment and action
and obedience were qualities in high regard where caution or questioning
were grounds for removal.

   These lessons Sara took in quickly, steeling herself to take in
instruction without hesitation, ready to do anything for the director's
creative vision.  And that wouldn't be too hard Sara would tell herself,
since any idea a creative genius such as Dubois would have would be right,
and she certainly wasn't someone with any experience to challenge anything
he might say.

   Other than that Sara noticed a curious focus on making things as
realistic as possible.  It puzzled her as there weren't a lot of effects
that were not already real till she had a short talk with one of the crew.
She found out that Dubois' most recent film had been panned by a few
critics for lacking in realism and the film hadn't been released at all
because of it.  Apparently they didn't believe the connection between the
actors and thought the director had used too many sneaky camera angles to
hide parts of scenes some of the actors hadn't wanted to actually do. 
Though curious about what sort of scenes they had to employ that sort of
technique, the explanation satisfied Sara's curiosity about the heavy
emphasis placed on authenticity and realism.

   It was a fun time for Sara overall being able to watch the filming
process, something she had wished she was able to do for a long time and
was only able to partially satisfy with interviews and behind the scenes
clips.  The whole process seemed magical, a whirring machine that somehow
at the end created wonderful pieces of art.  And she made a few friends
with some of the crew and some of the other actors during breaks and
quieter times.  She was intrigued by the crew's stories and explanations,
granting her heaps of more knowledge about what was happening around her
than any googling had previously given her.  It surprised her that almost
all of the other actors had just about as much experience as her, though
you would hardly know it in how well the director was able to guide them
into giving great performances with just a few well placed words.

   Her background anxiety about being able to fulfill her role adequately
slowly ebbed away as she watched a raw amateur go from stuttering his line
to a solid read in just a few takes.  She was certain if she just listened
to what Dubois told her to do she would do fine, and it was more in his
hands than hers, as long as she followed his word.

   Waking up the day of her scene, Sara was nearly beside herself in
excitement, waking up hours early than she normally did to prepare as much
as she could.  She wore a wide smile as she walked to where the scene was
being filmed that day, a house a fraternity had loaned to the film that
they normally used for hosting house parties.  The set was quite busy even
though she had arrived early, and she would have to move through a sea of
people to get to makeup to start to get prepared.

   Settling in at the chair Sara thought how nice it was to have someone
dedicated to doing her makeup and hair and getting everything ready for her
appearance on camera.  She was pleasantly surprised when it turned out it
would be a whole team of people and she would be almost overwhelmed as they
focused on her.  Everything from her nails to her eyebrows to her lipstick
was attended to, nearly all at once.  Constant requests to raise her hand
or shut her eyes or lean one way or another kept her occupied for well over
an hour as she was prenned over and at points pruned.

   When the last makeup artist finally finished and stepped back Sara took
a deep breath before looking into the mirror.  She was amazed at what she
found in the reflection, gasping softly.  Never in her life before had she
looked so stunning, all done up without the make-up being too heavy or
looking gaudy.  Her wavy soft brown hair floated down to her shoulders in a
way she had never been able to accomplish.  Every one of her good features
highlighted while everything else was covered up, she would have never
dreamed she could look so good.  She would have sat staring at herself and
examining her reflection at every angle she could but shortly after a voice
drew her away.

   "Time to get dressed." A voice would say from behind, causing her to
turn.  One of the cast would nod towards where the outfits were with a
smile.  "The director picked your dress out himself." she would tell Sara
with a wink.

   Smiling to herself Sara would stand up from the chair, his mind all a
flutter at what sort of dress had been chosen for her, knowing that it just
had to be as perfect as everything else was turning out to be.  Moving
towards the racks of clothes she would be given a garment bag and a
shoebox. "You can change in there, just make sure to wear only what's in
the bag." She would be instructed after what had been turned into a
changing room was pointed out to her.  Once inside she would open up the
bag eagerly, finding a small red dress, black lace panties, and a making
black lace choker.

   Her eyes would narrow at the exclusion of a bra, especially when felt
how thin the dress was.  She would turn to head out the door and ask about
it when the instructions she was given came back into her mind.  She
remembered how well complaints had been handled thus far and became uneasy
about making anything of a fuss.  Shifting her weight between her feet as
she deliberate, she would take a few moments before deciding to try it on
first at least.

   Taking off her shirt and bra she would catch a glance of her in a
mirror, smiling at the view.  She was proud of how pert her large breasts
were, staying up even without the support of the bra.  She would run her
hands over them once before turning away.  Kicking off her shoes and
pulling off her socks, her jeans and panties followed shortly after,
folding all her clothes in a small pile in a corner.

   Standing up bare and naked she would stop to admire herself in the
mirror once again.  Her hands would idly run over her sides as they traced
her hourglass shape.  Her doubt of why the director had picked her for this
role was eased some as she enjoyed her beauty, highlighted well by the work
the artists had done.  She would turn back to the clothes she had unpacked
from the garment bag, slipping on the tiny panties before holding out the
dress.  It was a short strappy piece, and small enough that Sara was sure
it would hug her every curve.  The neckline gave her pause for a moment, as
it was deep enough that a generous amount of cleavage would be sure to show
at the very least.

   Taking in a deep breath she would put the dress on, having to shift and
struggle a little as it pulled tightly to her.  Sara would sigh out as she
found the dress ending not far down her thigh and she would make a mental
note to be careful about any bending down or sitting she would do that
evening as to not flash anyone.  Turning to the mirror she would find her
suspicions about the neckline to be true as it plunged far down her chest,
the inner sides of her breasts fully on display.  That fact would nearly
distract her from her next worry about the clothing she was given.  Already
her nipples would be fairly evident under the fabric, poking out slightly
but enough to be seen if someone was looking.  Biting her lip she would let
out a groan before sighing out and giving in.  If the director had picked
this out himself than it had to be right she convinced herself.

   Opening the shoe box Sara would find a strappy pair of sandals, quite
cute in her eyes.  She would smile at this, happy she found at least one
piece of her outfit pleasing.  Turning back once she had put them on she
would get the last piece of her outfit, fitting the choker around her neck.
Facing the mirror she'd appraise herself once more.

   Sara would let out a soft gasp as she saw her reflection.  Though she
had admired her nude body just minutes before the figure in front of her
now seemed to scream sex even more than her bare form.  Turning this way
and that her surprise would not stop as she examined each angle.  A sudden
fear and going out of the room and being seen like that filled her before
another stronger reaction pushed it down.  No, deep down she wanted to go
out like this, having denied showing off her body so long now here it was
presented in a way she never could have done by herself, and damned if she
wasn't going to use this chance.  The sudden shift still surprised her
though, and it would take several moments before the feeling had been made
concrete in her mind.  Taking a deep breath and building up her resolve,
Sara would turn towards the door, taking small steps at first that grew to
a confident stride as she exited out.

   The area was even busier than when she had arrived, people pushing past
each other all with important tasks that could not be delayed.  But slowly,
almost one by one, heads would turn towards her and feet would still as
they took her in.  Standing still at the entrance to the make up area Sara
would glance about the faces turned to her, nervousness wanting to make her
legs shake but a warmth building up in her cheeks, and more surprisingly to
her, in between her legs.

   "Back to work, everyone." A voice would call out that would break the
spell.  Turning back to their work the bustle would begin again, though a
small rift would form as the speaker of the command approached Sara through
it.  "You look perfect, my dear." The director would say with a soft smile,
his eyes running up and down her body for a moment.  "Come with me," He
would add, turning back and gesturing for her to follow as the tides of
people parted for him and his path.

   Sara would have to step quickly to keep up as the press closed in
shortly behind him.  He would lead her to the one place that was clear of
people, the shooting location.  It consisted of a large open living room
with several couches and some side tables as well as a fairly decent
kitchen for a party house with an island at its center.

   "This will be our scene," The director would begin to explain.  "Our
couple will be in the living room, and you and your partner will be in the
kitchen, at the island." he would tell Sara.  The thought of having to act
with a partner had for one reason or another been absent in her mind and
her new found confidence would waiver some.  Who would they be, would he be
kind, handsome?  Her doubts had scarce time to settle before the director
would continue.

   "They will not notice you at first, so we will not bother with any
foreplay but cut to the chase.  They will see you, grow interested in your
passion and then find a room to themselves to explore on their own." He
would list out, beating out the basic pacing.  "I will direct each step, so
do not worry yourself with any of the timing, it will become clear on its
own." He would add.  "Go ahead and wait over there, the rest are almost
done with make up." he would finish with, nodding towards the kitchen
island.

   Walking over to the kitchen Sara would notice some props people
beginning to fill the area with various things, pillows on the couches and
some drinks scattered around the kitchen.  A bottle of wine would be set
near her as she leaned lightly on her side against the island.  "Go ahead
and have a drink if you like, just don't spill it anywhere." The props
person would tell her, handing her a glass.

   With the thought of acting with a partner, especially acting with a
partner in a sex scene, no matter how tastefully done, weighing heavily on
her mind Sara would nod, pouring out a glass and taking a deep sip.  She'd
watch each new person arrive into the area, searching for anyone who might
be him as she sipped more lightly on the wine.  Her search would be mostly
in vain, as each new person turned out to be a background actor, slowly
forming a small crowd in the living room and kitchen.

   Eventually a soft tap on her shoulder that nearly made her jump would
break her observation of every newcomer.  "Sara right?" A voice would ask,
and as she turned to face it she'd see a familiar face.  "We had physics
together, even had the same TA." He'd add in a gentle but low voice, a soft
smile shining back at her as he offered his hand for a shake.

   It would take a second but his added information would finally make it
click in Sara's head.  "Ryan, right." She would ask with a smile.  "You
always helped me figure out what that TA was saying, I could never pierce
through his accent." she would say with a chuckle, shaking her hand.

   "I had a lot of floormates my freshmen year that were Indian, helped
train my ear." He would say with a chuckle.  "I didn't expect to see you
here, but I'm glad." He would tell Sara.

   "Oh, it's great to see a friendly face, of course." Sara would reply. 
She'd leave off how shocked she was to see him there as well.  Ryan had
always been a soft spoken quiet guy, definitely not the type she had
expected to audition for something like this.  "So you're one of the
extras, where did they place you?" She would ask him, wondering how close
he might be to her and her acting partner, blushing slightly at the thought
of someone she knew seeing her act out a sex scene, no matter how subtle.

   "They did not tell you, huh." Ryan would say as he narrowed his brow. 
"They pointed you out to me right away.  I am ummm, well I did not think I
would have to tell you this." He would slightly stammer out.  "Well I am
going to be acting with you for this scene." He would tell her, running his
hand through his hair.

   Sara would be dumbstruck at the statement.  Someone like Ryan had never
crossed her mind when she was picturing her possible co-actor.  Sure, he
was not hideous by any means, possibly even cute, but he was so quiet,
almost entirely passive that an idea like acting in a sex scene for a art
film almost seemed crazy to put his name in any context near it.  But as
she looked at him, his hair styled in a messy way that looked like it was
so effortlessly confident that it must have taken the make up artists as
long as it did on her hair.  And his clothing, dark slacks and a tight
white button tee that was tight enough to show a muscled torso she would
have never have guessed he possessed and that was unbuttoned enough to show
a hint of chest hair.  It took a bit of resolve not to bite her lip as he
took him in for the first time that night.

   Looking down at herself for a moment Sara realized that he would have
had probably never seen her in anything other than loose oversized shirts
and baggy sweatpants, and seeing her as she was now would probably be a
bigger shock than it was to see him in a way that made her heart beat
faster just at the sight, and triply so at the suggestion that they might
do something that would even subtly involve the idea of sex.

   "You look great, by the way." he would say, causing her heart to race
even faster and a blush to rise quickly in her cheeks.

   "So do you," She would tell him in a near whisper before draining down
the rest of her glass of wine.  "So, have they told you much of what we're
to do?" She would ask him, looking everywhere but his.

   "Not much, just that we are to be here, and the main plot points. 
Apparently the director will guide us on his own and we will just have to
listen to him." Ryan would say with a shrug before noticing her refilling
her drink.  "Are you nervous," he'd ask her in a lower voice.

   "A bit," Sara would answer quickly.  "Are you?" She would ask back,
turning back towards him and feeling the heat in her cheeks rise a bit
more.

   "Yeah, a bit." Ryan would say with a chuckle, giving her a wide smile.
"But as long as we do what the director tells us, it shouldn't be too hard,
eh?" He'd suggest with a smirk and a wink.

   His casual confidence would boost Sara's own, quieting a bit of her
uneasiness.  "Yeah, just follow instructions and we'll be fine." she would
say with a soft laugh.

   Their conversation would be broken by a loud word from what Sara easily
identified as the director.  "Okay, we are about ready, anyone not supposed
to be in the scene please leave the area." he would command, and a short
scuffling of persons would take place till the place stilled once more. 
"Good, now we have our couple," he would say, pointing out two people Sara
did not know but were separated from the main group on the set, "And our
stars," He'd add, pointing to Sara and Ryan.  "Everyone else, make sure not
to move in between them and the cameras, if the cameras move then stay
where you are, but otherwise make sure there is a clean view between the
cameras and our couple," He'd pause, pointing out an impressive nine
cameras, "And our focus," He'd state, pointing out the first couple and
then Ryan and Sara once more.

   As the set quieted the director would step aside, gesturing for the
scene to begin.  It was obvious the first couple had been given more
instructions than either Sara or Ryan as they began to speak and move in
certain ways as all the cameras swiveled towards them.  Sara would keep
still, watching the performance with an eager curiosity, wondering at how
her part would impact it.  Ryan would turn his curiosity towards Sara
instead, his heart beating nearly as fast as her's as he watched how her
body twisted as she leaned forward, more curves than he could have ever
imagined being on sharp display to his eager eyes.

   All of a sudden both their focuses would be broken by a few whispered
words.  "Sara, lean over the island, Ryan, hold her hips and press your's
against her." The director's voice still distinct despite the softness

   Sara would be quick to follow the command, even when her dress rode up a
little more as she bent over the island, her lessons learned from watching
the filming at how important the director's words were not being wasted and
she'd continue despite it.  Ryan would be a little more hesitant, though
not from being uneager to be closer to Sara.  Nonetheless he'd reach for
her hips, his grip somewhat pulling up the hem of her dress even more
because of the direction of his hands' movement.  He would hold his breath
as his semi stiff cock pressed forward against his jeans, certainly being
able to be felt by Sara because of their closeness.

   Feeling a sudden stiffness pressed against her Sara would look back, a
face of surprise turning towards Ryan.  His face would give a soft apology
without words, all that he could give without breaking the scene.

   "No, her dress is too low." Dubois would say from now from afar.  "It
looks fake, pull it up."

   Sara would feel heart skip a beat, already feeling like she was nearly
flashing half the extras with a view of her panties but her response was
still to pull back her dress over her waist, giving everyone a full view of
her shapely and firm ass, pressing it even bit more back against Ryan's
hips in a hope to fix whatever problem there was for good.  Again an
unexpected heat rose up in between her legs as the thought of her ass being
presented for view to the large crowd entered her mind.

   "That's better," The directors would quickly come over to comment, a bit
nearer this time.  "But his pants need to be pulled down, they can not look
like they are all the way up." His edit would quickly follow.

   Ryan would pause, looking between where he heard the director's voice
coming from and to Sara.  Slowly he would unbutton his trousers, lowering
them somewhat and moving back against her, his growingly engorged cock
pressing now more directly against Sara.  Little separated them now that
her dress hem resided above her hips and his pants near his knees, the soft
fabric of his underwear pressing against the skin of her ass and the light
fabric of her panties.

   Her heart would only race faster as the press, a soft desire slowly
becoming more insistent deep inside her as Sara felt him against her.  She
was partially surprised at how he could be aroused under all the pressure
and attention, but considering the wetness she was starting to feel in
between her legs she could hardly blame him.  Without even looking down she
knew that now her nipples would be a hard to miss sight as they stiffened
and pointed out against the dress.

   "Now thrust a bit, make it look like you are actually doing something."
Would come the next direction to Ryan.  He would make a good effort at it,
his hips rocking back and forth, the head of his penis prodding against
Sara's panties again and again.  Despite herself a soft moan would push
past her lips at the teasing movement, and she would start to press her
hips back to meet his thrusts as if to ask for more.

   "Yes, yes, give us moans, tell us how you like it." The director would
instruct.  The words would break Sara's concentration, suddenly aware once
more of the fact that she was being filmed and watched by a large group. 
Glancing now about she would find herself wordless, shocked a bit before a
greater arousal at being shown off so grew up within her.  She would
attempt another moan, though this once a little more forced and she would
see a low frown form on the director's face.

   Shaking his head he would step near them again.  "I can see the gap
between your hips, it is not looking real." he would say with something
approaching a scowl.  "My films must be authentic, take off the underwear."
He would command, looking at Ryan.

   Ryan would freeze at the idea, his hands holding the band of his
underwear but not moving.  Looking back and seeing his indecision and
knowing how disastrous that could be, especially seeing the expression on
the director's face at the moment, she would reach back.  "It's okay," She
would whisper to him, turning and pulling down his underwear for him.  She
would try and keep her eyes up but they would be drawn down as her hands
slide down the last coverage of his cock.  She would gasp softly when it
finally sprung out, the size making her heart skip a beat.  Her amazement
would continue when its movement showed it wasn't even fully erect yet. 
Sara was no virgin despite her dating inexperience, but any man she had
been with paled in comparison with the cock facing her now.

   As Sara stared with wide eyes she would hear a soft murmur pass around
the crowd around them as they all took in the sight but the director didn't
let the viewing last uninterrupted for long.  "Go again, make it look
real." he would tell them, stepping back.  Ryan would look Sara in the eyes
as if asking permission to which she would give him a soft nod, through her
eyes would betray a more eager want.  Taking a deep breath he would reach
down and raise his penis to press against her panties before rocking his
hips back and forth again as Sara prayed that this looked real enough for
the director.

   Her prays would be opposed by a growing desire for the teasing press of
his cock against her would be ended and he would take her for real and one
of her hands would reach up to squeeze one of her breasts, her back arching
up a bit as another moan escaped her lips as Ryan continued to press his
hips and cock against her.  How long this went on with his growingly stiff
penis rubbed against her panties Sara could not tell, her mind spent on
trying to not focus on how many people were watching her as well as trying
not to show how good it felt to be teased, especially in front of a crowd.

   Sara's focus would be ruined once more by the voice of the director.  "I
can see her panties in the frame, it's clearly not real." He would spit
out, adding a curse in french along with it.  "Pull them off," Would come
the obvious next command and the biggest fear and desire in Sara's heart.
With a hand clutching her breast and the other holding the island's edge
she would look back once more to Ryan.  Again her eyes would meet his with
a silent question between them, and again after a moment she would give him
approval, biting her lip in anticipation.  Slowly he'd reach out, moving
his thumbs under the sides of the lace panties, holding them there for a
moment before gently guiding them down over her hips.  Sara would shut her
eyes as she was exposed to any who wished to view her, a thrill running
through her body as her shaved pussy was put on display.

   "No no no," The director's voice would once more call out.  Sara's eyes
would dart open and turn to the director at the sounds, suddenly worried
there was something wrong with her, that somehow she was not good enough.
"He's not even hard," he would complain, looking at Sara.  "This will not
do at all, suck him till he is hard please."

   This next direction would freeze Sara and Ryan, beyond want either of
them thought would realistically happen that night, though the idea was not
foriegn to either of them after the events of the last few minutes.  The
hesitation would frustrated the director and he would shake his head.  "Can
I find any one willing to work for art," He would muse to himself in
disappointment, which would sink Sara's heart, seeing herself fail in the
eyes of her greatest idol.  With a snap the director would bring forward
one of his assistants and speak a quick word of french with her.  With a
nod the assistant would step forward and kneel in front of Ryan, reaching
out to his cock and quickly wrapping her lips around it.

   The sight would draw a greater number of murmurs from the crowd, though
Ryan himself was rendered speechless, the surprise overwhelming even most
of the pleasure from the girl's efforts.  Sara on the other hand could only
feel like a failure, unable to rise to the need of the moment and create
true art.  The weight of it was too much for her and seeing only one way to
redeem herself she would turn and kneel beside the assistant in front of
Ryan.  Pulling her off him she would reach up to stroke him as she looked
at the director, "No, no.  I can do it, I can make real art." she would
tell him as if it was a promise before turning back and wrapping her own
lips around the penis in her hand.

   Though Sara was no expert in giving head, Ryan's shock would soon give
into her lips and tongue as she ran it over the underside of his length and
he would stiffen and grow inside her mouth.  She would continue to suck his
cock and when she looked up into his eyes he'd let out a moan.  "That is
enough girl, he should be fine now." The director would say, though Sara
would continue to bob her head down the first few inches of Ryan's length
before the words struck meaning inside her head.  Pulling back she would
look up to Ryan, who smiled adoringly down at her, and then to the director
in which she found a softer but still pleasant approval.  "Get back to your
position and resume." The director would say with a wave of his hand and
smile.

   The smile would send a soar of joy through Sara as she would stand back
up and lean over the island once more, making sure to pull her dress back
up over her hips.  She would even step out of her panties as they hand
falled further down when she hand kneeled, ridding them of any possible
obstruction now.  She would look back to Ryan and bite her lip as she saw
now more clearly the full size of his cock as it shot out hard and straight
in front of him.  It had to be a good 9 inches at least, and thick as any
she had seen before in person or even on screen.  As he placed his hands on
her hips she sighed out in anticipation.  They both knew for their hips to
meet like the director wanted there was only one way to do it with a object
like the one attached to his groin.  There would be no way to press it down
or to the side without it showing up clear on film.  There was only one
place for it to go, inside her, deep inside her.

   "Thrust now, make your hips meet." Would come the unneeded instructions
from the director.  Lining up the head of his length against her, Sara
would moan softly and Ryan would grin at how wet she was for him.  Slowly
at first he would begin to press his hips forward, her pussy opening up and
wrapping around him tightly.  Sara would help, pressing her hips back to
meet his as each inch stretched her out more than she had ever felt before.

   The both would pause when finally his hips pressed against her rear and
his length was fully inside her, both enjoying the sensation for a few
moments.  But slowly Ryan would begin to pull back and then thrust into her
again, building up a slow pace of driving his cock into Sara.  Silvery
moans would slip through her lips, though they'd be clear in the amazed
silence of the set as dozens and dozens of pairs of eyes watch Sara get
fucked by a huge cock.  The only one besides the two engaged in the act not
frozen still was the director, nodding with approval as he watched them. 
"Just like that, keep going." he would tell them before turning his
attention back to the primary couple of the story, beginning to coach them
on how to react.

   And just like that the set would begin to move like a normal film set
once more at the director's prodding, all the while Ryan's dick slid back
and forth inside Sara's tight pussy.  It would be a few minutes of Sara
shutting her eyes as she got used to the thick girth stretching her out as
she moaned softly while Ryan groaned, feeling her squeeze around him
tightly with each movement before the director had configured the rest of
the scene to his liking and returned his attentions to the couple in the
kitchen.

   "Faster now," He'd say in a voice so casual that it seemed odd against
the subject.  Taking in a breath Ryan would nod, beginning to move his hips
a bit faster, making his hips clap softly against her rear with each
thrust. Sara would moan out louder at the change in pace, lifting herself
off the counter a little more as she arched her back.  Looking out she
would meet the eyes of one of classmates, a girl she had shared a math
class with sophomore year.  What did she think of Sara know, not only
getting railed in front of a crowd but a host of cameras filming the act at
the same time.  Was she horrified, worried for Sara?  By her expression
Sara guessed something entirely different, perhaps a hint of jealousy, a
desire for it to be her there getting filled by Ryan's dick, or to be shown
off and made the center of attention.  Whatever it was Sara basked in the
knowledge that there was a whole room of people watching her, finding it a
source of pleasure nearly as good being pounded from behind by Ryan.

   Her eyes would shift again and meet a guy that had lived on her floor
her freshman year.  His expression was much easier to read as a desire
filled it.  Desire to have her like Ryan was, to take her tight body and
use it for himself, to hold her down and fuck her like the slut she was.  A
short surge of pleasure at calling herself a slut, even just in her mind
made her want so badly for Ryan to whisper it in her ear, or failing that
just any one of the people watching, to tell her how bad she was for
enjoying being fucked in front of a crowd.  She wanted the guy she was
looking at to choke her and tell her she was a naughty girl.  Sara wondered
how good his dick would feel inside her, just as surely he was imagining
it. It probably wouldn't fill her so fully as Ryan's did, with how he was
looking at her he'd pound her hard enough to make up for it.  Or perhaps
she could suck him off as Ryan kept fucking her, for she suddenly longed
for her mouth to be filled with a warm and hard dick again, even though she
didn't want Ryan's to leave her pulsing pussy.

   All these thoughts were interrupted as so many had by the director's
voice once more.  "Touch her, feel her, show you want her." he would tell
Ryan.  A shiver would run through Sara, her body suddenly alight with a
need to be touched, and then suddenly for some reason she doubted two hands
would be enough.  She still would moan out though as Ryan began to explore
her body with his hands, one running up her back as the other moved to
reach for her breasts.  She would reach for the hand at her chest and pull
it move firmly at her breasts, needing him to hold and squeeze every bit of
her.  His grasp would make her dress slip, the already precarious situation
of exposing her chest quickly resolving in only having Ryan's firm grip to
give her right breast any modesty.

   Grunting out now with his thrusts, Ryan would move his hand on her back
off only to bring it down in a soft spank against her firm ass.  Her moan
that mixed with a giggle gave testimony to how much she enjoyed it so he
would quickly give her another, this one a little stronger.  Looking back
at him Sara's eyes would lock on to his, pleading for more in an adoring
gaze.  He would raise his hand before the director's voice stilled him. 
"Move to the couch, come closer to us, let them see." He would instruct,
standing behind the film's main protagonists and gesturing for them to come
closer.

   Sara and Ryan would look at each other for a moment before nodding to
each other, an unspoken agreement passing between them.  Ryan would pull
his hips back and Sara would turn towards them.  Almost immediately they
would embrace each other in a tight press, their lips locked in an intense
kiss as she was lifted up by his arms.  Her legs would wrap around his
waist.  He would just hold her as they kissed for a moment before walking
slowly over to the other room.  He would have to move a hand down to pull
his pants and underwear further down, finally kicking them off with his
shoes to better move.

   Getting to the couch Ryan would place her down before taking off his
shirt.  Sara would eye his cock hungrily as she nearly tore off her dress
in her eagerness, tossing it away without care as she was left bare safe
for her sandals and a choker.  Stretching out, she would lay on her back,
propping up her back against the armrest as she spread her legs for Ryan to
move in between them.  As she awaited Sara would bite her lower lip,
finding Ryan's body as different than imagined as his cock.  Him having
never spoken of working out his muscled body was a surprise, though a very
welcome one.  Her heart was beating in a frenzy as she desired to be filled
once more, feeling empty without a dick stretching her out.  One hand would
squeeze one of her breasts, pinching her stiff nipple, as the other reached
down to gently rub her clit.

   Ryan would not waste much time in getting into position, only taking a
short moment to admire Sara laid out for him.  Though her dress had not
hidden much, seeing her naked still merited a good taking in.  Her perfect
breasts swayed slightly as she adjusted herself and he longed to fill his
hand with them again.  Moving in between her legs he would help her lift
her hips and angle herself so he could better get his cock lined up with
her.  Holding her waist he would slide easily into her wet pussy, filling
her with one strong thrust.

   Crying out Sara would shut her eyes as he thrust, a heat filling her
body with desire for more.  The soft slap of flesh on flesh would quickly
resume as he built up his pace and Sara would tremble in pleasure.  But
still Sara would feel like she needed more, though she could not think of
how this could get any better.  She would reach out, pawing lightly against
Ryan's chest, stroking his cheek, showing how well she was enjoying his
deep fucking.  The outside work would intrude again when she felt a
searching touch over her waist, and another along her arm and then a third
and a fourth, eliminating the possibility it was just Ryan touching her. 
Sara would then finally recognize and listen to a voice she had been
ignoring in favor of focusing on the immediate sensations of Ryan and his
throbbing cock inside her.  "Touch her, feel her, let her be covered." The
director would say, though the direction of his voice suggested he was not
speaking to Ryan, rather the crowd around them.  And they would obey, a
dozen and even more hands stroking over her, squeezing her breasts, lifting
her legs and brushing over her thighs.

   Opening her eyes Sara would see the extras in the scene had closed in
around them, leaving just enough gaps for the cameras to see through,
carefully maintained by the director.  Women and men alike reached in to
feel her, caress her body and she melted under the attention, her whole
body aflame in sensation and drowning in the pleasure.  She would glance
about just enough to see a few women giving Ryan a lighter version of the
treatment she was receiving before she had to shut her eyes, her trembling
rising to a crescendo as she arched up her back and moaned out.  Her moans
would be stifled slightly as several fingers brushed over her lips and she
opened them to suck on the fingers as the strongest orgasm she had ever
felt started to course through her, her every nerve pulsing at once in pure
delight.  How long she would cum Sara did not know as a crowd of hands
pushed her through it and the hard dick inside her did not stop, making her
lose herself in a sea of ecstasy.

   The first coherent thought that her mind entertained afterwards was that
the hands were gone, though the cock remained driving in and out of her,
albeit at a reduced pace.  The second was once again a voice reminding her
that there was an outside world.  "Join them, right there, near her head."
Came a confusing direction.  No understanding came to Sara until she
blinked her eyes open and saw a penis in front of her face.  She stared at
it a few moments in pure confusion.  That it was Ryan's was not a
possibility even before she considered looking down to check if he was
still in between her legs.  Not only did she still feel that giant of a
cock still in her, but despite still being a beautiful member and making
her mouth water in desire, it shied away from having his impressive length
and girth.  Still it ranked above average and Sara knew she needed it
inside her in some way.  Looking up, she searched the identity of its
owner.

   With surprise Sara would find Daniel looking down at her.  Daniel, the
regular at the coffee shop she worked at.  Daniel, who would always
awkwardly flirt with her as she denied his advances.  Not because she
didn't fancy him, in fact he was quite a looker despite his lack in
confidence.  The source came almost solely from her focus on school, though
now her focus drifted back to his hard length in front of her face.  Giving
in almost just to instinct and desire she would lean up and wrap her lips
around it, sucking softly as her tongue ran over the head of his length.  A
moan from above would be her reward and Sara would giggle as much as she
could with her mouth full of dick at the thought that the one thing Daniel
had to do to make her pay attention to him was literally stick his cock in
her face.  Bobbing her head back and forth she would take more and more of
his length into her mouth as she reached out a hand to cup and fondle his
heavy balls.

   Ryan would start to thrust a bit harder again and she would moan out
against the cock in her mouth, the vibrations making Daniel groan out as he
began to run his hand into her hair, guiding her further down his length.
Sara would move with the guidance, her lips sliding further along his hard
length as she looked up into his eyes.  Despite her relative lack of
experience in giving head her need to make this new dick offered to her
feel as good as the one her pussy was squeezing in a warm and tight embrace
produced good results, a chorus of moans coming out from Daniel's lips. 
She would have to draw back and off him as Ryan reached down to rub her
clit, which made her have to moan deeply, shutting her eyes for a moment as
she welcomed the new pleasure.  Keeping them shut she would let her tongue
guide her over Daniel length, licking the underside of his shaft up and
down as one hand jerked him off till her lips found his balls.  She would
take one and then the next for its turn in her mouth, sucking on them as
she had seen in the odd porn video she had watched.  It seemed to work as
well as it had on screen, another moan from Daniel rewarding her efforts.

   Opening her eyes with one of his balls still in her mouth Sara would
stare out at a view of their audience once more.  The faces that looked
back seemed a little different now.  Women bit their lower lips as they
watched her, soft sighs giving contrast to the wet sounds of her mouth
working Daniel's cock and the slap of Ryan's hips hitting her's with each
of his long strong thrusts inside her.  Most men would shift about, either
trying to hide the bulge Sara could see pressing out against so many pants
or wanting to get a little closer, possibly hoping for the chance to join
like Daniel had gotten.  Whatever they were doing, each face watching her
sent a surge of joy through her, wanting each to see how good a girl she
was, how eager a slut she was that she could please two cocks at the same
time with her body.  She would wrap his lips back around the head of
Daniel's length, running her tongue all over it as she sucked and her hand
jerked him.  She would buck her hips as much as she could back against
Ryan, wanting more of him and deeper, her pussy aching to be filled as much
as it could as it pulsed around his length.

   Sara continued to get used by stiff dicks at either end for a few
minutes, her pleasure growing steeply before she would feel Daniel pull her
head back.  Confused she would lean towards him only to feel Ryan slip out
of her and left her feeling empty and longing to be filled.  Her head would
move back and forth, her eyes looking at them pleading for them to resume
as she was too stunned to speak she would miss the director's instructions,
motioning for the men to engage in new positions.  The first answer to the
many questions would be Ryan's hands at her waist lifting her up and Daniel
moving underneath her.  She would look down to see herself now positioned
over his waist as he sat on the couch, his hard cock glistening with her
saliva pointing straight up to her.  As she was moved downward she would
reach down to guide him into her, moaning out as she was stretched out once
more.  As she rested on her feet on either side of Daniel facing away from
him she would look out to see Ryan's dick in front of her.  A smile would
grow on her face to see the impressive dick and her lips would wrap around
it in an eager need to feel it throb for her once more.  Sucking on his
head, both of her hands would wrap around as much of his girth as they
could to stroke him as she lifted up her hips to begin to ride Daniel,
bouncing up and down in his lap.

   Though Daniel did not drive as deep inside her as the previous dick that
had filled her, his cock slipping up and down inside her as she rode him
would still make a heat rise inside her and she could not help but moan
against Ryan's length as she sucked him.  Leaning on one hand to help her
bounce up and down against Daniel she would use the other to fondle Ryan's
balls as she strove to take as much of his length into her mouth as she
could.  Looking up at him she'd push past the urging of her gag reflex as
she took him into her throat.  Her wide eyes would urge him to use her and
he would answer by holding her head and thrusting deeper into her throat, a
deep moan of pleasure vibrating against his length as her lips finally met
his groin when his cock would be driven deep down her throat.  He would
hold her there for a few moments before letting her slip back a bit. 
Pulling back to gasp for air Sara would look up to him with a proud smile
as his dick slipped out of her lips with a distinct plop and a string of
saliva still floated between her lips and the head of his length.  She
would giggle at the delight of having just deepthroated a cock like that
before it would turn into a moan as Daniel began to raise his hips and
thrust up into her, holding her hips up to fuck her strongly.

   Her soft moans would grow louder before they were stifled by the return
of Ryan's dick into her mouth, her lips wrapping again around the wide
girth.  She would shut her eyes as she sucked him, the pleasure of being
fucked hard making much more than paying simple attention to the cock in
her mouth difficult.  Despite this Ryan would still groan out above her,
his dick throbbing under attention as Daniel drove faster yet into her. 
Ryan's moans would reach a crescendo as she slid him deeper into her mouth
and she could feel his need to cum and she would massage his balls, wanting
to taste his sperm.  She would be disappointed greatly when he pulled back
from her, unaware of the direction made to him to wait and make sure he
lasted a while longer, his climax needing to come at a different moment in
the film.

   Keeping her eyes shut and not being able to lean close enough to find
Ryan's cock with her lips she would just stroke him slowly as Daniel's dick
thrust hard into her.  Her moans would flow freely, filling the room.  Even
so she would feel a need, a desire to please even more.  To have someone
moan and grunt out in pleasure from her every effort.  Even knowing that
dozens of eyes revealed in the sight of her being fucked so completely feet
in front of them did just only barely satisfy the need to give a measure of
the delight she was receiving from being made a spectacle of pure desire.
Without her consciously directing it her hand would reach out, wanting to
find a new source of directing pleasure to.  Her hand would find a waist,
and her searching hand would brush over it with a slight disappointment to
find it was a woman.  Her disappointment would shift to a curious idea that
would grow inside her, wondering how well she could please someone of her
own sex.  The idea would be put on pause as a hand moved her's off the
waist where it was residing.  Leaving the idea to be resumed in thought
later she continued her search, finding another waist and after a moment
smiling as her palm ran over a stiff bulge.

   Gripping the waistband of the jeans of the waist she held Sara would
pull it to her, pleased to feel just little resistance as the owner of the
hard bulge she had felt moved towards her.  Still stroking Ryan slowly as
Daniel held up her hips and thrust his stiff cock into her she would moan
as her hand eagerly tried to unbutton the jeans of the newcomer, fumbling
for a moment before gaining success and pulling down his pants with his
underwear, desperately wanting the treasure underneath.  She would be
rewarded when she reached and found a hard cock awaiting her touch. 
Stroking it she would judge it to be nearly as girthy as Ryan's, though
being just as long as Daniel's.  That would still have made it an
impressive sight if she had opened her eyes, instead her effort would be
directed to lean in and take it in her mouth, her lips sliding down deep
over the newest cock given to her to please.  Her arm would stretch out to
keep stroking Ryan as she took the length into her throat, not stopping
till her lips pressed against the base of the cock, a moan vibrating
against the length as Daniel squeezed her breasts in his tight grip.  She
would hold it deep within her mouth as long as she could before pulling
back and panting for air.

   Blinking open her eyes she would giggle in between moans as she saw a
smattering of her lipstick left at the base of the hard dick in front of
her, a testimony to her deepthroating effort.  Looking up now to see the
owner of the freshly throated cock Sara would be stunned for a moment to
see a familiar face.  One of her professors would look down at her with
eyes that showed both his stunned reaction at the events that were
unfolding and a deep desire to have more of her.  "Professor Johnson?" She
would ask in a whimper, a previously hidden desire for him quickly growing
to maturity inside her as her wide eyes looked up at him and a hand idly
stroked his dick wet with her saliva.

   Professor Johnson was only in his late thirties, still young for a
college teacher.  He had been a common sight for Sara, as she had gone to
him many times in preparing for tests and advising her path towards
graduation, to see him hard and wet from watching her be fucked hard and
then receiving a quick deepthroat she would not know way to say.  He would
be equally wordless, though a strong hand would guide her head back to his
length as she still stroked it with one hand.  Any hesitation disappeared
as she wrapped her lips around his thick length once more, Wanting so badly
to please the hard cock in her mouth she bob her head back and forth,
forgetting Professor Johnson as a person and taking him just as a hard dick
in front of her that she need to make cum for her, one that she needed deep
down her throat or pounding hard against her tight pussy.

   As she sucked him hard and drove more of his length into her mouth she'd
start to feel her mind once more overtaken by the hard pounding Daniel
would thrust up into her with.  She could hardly focus on any one thing as
a hurry of multiple desires would pull her this way and that.  She could
hardly notice Daniels cock thrusting up harder inside her the next moment,
her loud moans escaping from her lips being the only show of her attention
as her need to hear the moans of Professor Johnson making her take him
deeper in her throat, and her hand stroking Ryan's giant dick was almost a
mindless task, his pleasure still taking a seat in her mind but never
coming to full main attention.  Ryan's soft moans did not show any
displeasure in her momentary diversion of attention.  Her tight pussy and
eager mouth had already nearly spent him and was relieved to take a bit of
a break to regain his breath and last a while longer.

   Sucking on her professor's cock Sara would remember all the time she had
spent with him during his office hours, how willing he was to answer all
her numerous questions.  She wondered now if he was desiring something like
this from her, if he was picturing stripped down and presented to him for
his own pleasure.  The idea of him answering her questions as he thought of
driving his cock as deep as she now had it down her throat made a heat rise
so hot within her it spread to her every inch of skin.  She scarcely ever
had a guy who had made her come once in bed but for the second time that
evening she'd feel herself unable to resist trembling and shaking against
all the attention.  Sara kept sucking as she moaned in deep pleasure, her
pussy tightening around Daniel inside her as the orgasm pulsed within her,
sending waves of pleasure through her body.

   After coming down from the orgasm her switching between the three men
around her would continue for a while, cameras shifting to match her new
focus of attention, capturing her every action; all three made the best use
of her they could.  Eventually under direction Sara had not the perception
or focus at the moment to notice she'd be lifted up off Daniel and held in
their strong arms as they moved her to lay on the armrest of the couch,
bent over it as her legs just barely found the ground.  She would be lifted
up a little at the waist as Ryan moved in front of her, sitting on the
couch right before her as his legs dangled over the armrest on either side
of her.  His long and hard cock would stick up in front of her and Sara's
desire to have it once more consumed the rest of her attention.  Reaching
forward she would stroke the base of it as her lips wrapped around his
head, sucking him as her tongue tasted him once more.

   The next thing she became aware of a cock pressing at her from behind.
Pulling her lips off Ryan's dick with a soft plop she would start to turn
her head around and see Daniel standing close next to her, his stiff length
pointing right at her.  Seeing it unattended made her feel a little sad and
a desire to make it throb under her attention filled her, even as she felt
Professor Johnson thrust inside her.  She would moan out into the air as
she stroked Ryan, leaning in to take Daniel's cock in her mouth,
immediately pressing it into her mouth till she was deepthroating it.  She
would taste something different on it and it would take a few moments to
realize it was her juices she was licking as her tongue ran over the
underside of his shaft and her moans from being pounded from behind
vibrated around the dick in her throat.

   The grunts and groans of all three men would feel nearly as good to her
as the cock sliding in and out of her, so eager she was to please each of
them.  Pulling back from keeping Daniel deep in her throat she'd pant for
air even as she moved to suck Ryan once again, taking in half his length as
she bobbed her head back and forth along it and stroked Daniel, her hand
moving easily as it squeezed his stiff member with her saliva coating it,
her tongue having licked off her own juices.  She would strive to take more
and more of Ryan into her mouth and throat as her hand moved to fondle
Daniel's balls, much to the man's enjoyment if his moans were to tell, but
the hard and swift thrusts of the professor's hips against her pulled away
much of her attention.  Despite not having the stamina of the younger men,
the professor's eagerness to enjoy the college girl's pussy would fuel his
hard thrusts.  Sara moaned heavily around the cock in her mouth, the
professor's balls slapping against her clit with the strong pounding.

   How long Sara laid there, getting fucked from behind as she took turns
sucking and stroking Ryan and Daniel she could not tell, only a growing
warmth filling her once more giving testimony to the passage of time.  She
would also be aware by the throbbing of the cocks as they thrust into her
and filled her mouth and by the growing grunts and groans of the men they
were getting close to their ends.  Still it would be with a bit of surprise
when they pulled away from her only to pick her off the couch once more. 
Sara found herself placed on her knees on the ground, the three men forming
a loose circle around her, their cocks all pointing hard towards her.  Not
needing any direction she would suck on the once most directly in front of
her, taking a good measure of Professor Johnson's length in her mouth as
she stroked Ryan and Daniel on either side of her.  Her bobbing head and
tongue would not take long to work the professor to his limit.  Stepping
back he would stroke himself just for a moment before a thick spurt of
sperm hit her chest, quickly followed by several more as he panted out. 
Looking down in slight amazement at the size of his load and how good it
felt to have the warm cum coat her breasts Sara would look back up to smile
wide and meet the professor's eyes.  She would lean forward and lick the
last bit of his cum off the head of his length, finding the taste
surprisingly sweet and enjoyable, as he looked down at her, a wide smile
also on his face.

   As he stepped back Sara would turn to Daniel, looking up into his eyes
with an affectionate gaze as she wrapped her lips around his cock, sucking
on it as her tongue flicked over the head.  Still stroking Ryan with one
hand she would start to rub herself with the other, enjoying the attention
of the men and the crowd around her so much she needed to do something to
satisfy the desire within her.  Daniel's moan would grow to a crescendo as
his length pulsed in desperate need in her mouth, his need for release
being clearly translated to Sara.  When he pulled back it wouldn't surprise
her, and she'd open up her mouth to await the spray of his cum on her,
hoping she had worked up a heavy load to show how well she had pleased him.
When the thick ropes of cum landed on her face she'd smile and lick around
her lips to draw some of the semen into her mouth to taste and savor it,
the product of the enjoyment of her and her body.

   A moment after Daniel would step back, his load on her face his job down
and finished, even though Sara longed to give his cock a few more licks. 
All the same she smiled wide as she realized she could focus on Ryan and
pleasing him, her mouth moving quickly to suck on his balls as her hands
stroked his impressive length in between teasing herself, though the
pleasure on just being to focus of attention was nearly enough to keep her
heart beating nearly as fast as it could.  Licking up the long length of
his member she'd wrap her lips around his stiff cock and down it into her
throat, holding it as deep as she could as she looked up and pleaded with
her eyes for him to reward her with his cum, to cover her in the best way
to say she was the best slut there, that above everyone else in the room so
much pleasure had been derived from simply herself, and nothing could
compare to that.

   Her prays would be shortly answered as Ryan's hand at her shoulder
pulling her back made her surrender the hold of her throat had around his
cock.  When the first rope of cum hit her cheek she'd moan out, still
rubbing between her legs.  The second that quickly followed would push her
into the newest orgasm she had that night, one that would only keep
blinding her senses as Ryan's cum kept coming to cover her, a shot hitting
her shoulder and then the next landing directly into her open lips. 
Another that hit heavy on her forehead and dripped slowly down felt the
heaviest of them all, before the next that flew almost directly into her
mouth threatened her ability to swallow.

   Drinking down the sweet cum she beamed up at him, seeing in his
exhausted face that no more thick loads were coming out right that moment
she'd still wrap her lips around his prodigy of a cock and milk it for the
last few drops.  Letting her lips stretch to fill around the thick member
in her mouth she'd begin to relax and realize what she had just done. 
She'd just fucked someone, a causal acquantice at that, and then fucked a
customer and then a teacher all at the same time for a crowd to see, and
somewhat participate in.  And it was all filmed, directed and soon to be
carefully edited.  Her most devious sins, all recorded on multiple cameras,
all focused on making sure her actions were well seen.  And she couldn't be
more excited, despite the majority of orgasms that she had being achieved
on that night, she still almost wanted more.

   In an almost drunken gaze she'd look around and hear a voice call cut. A
towel would be tossed in her direction, landing near her folding knees. 
"Very good, you got it in one shot, I don't see that often." The vague
voice of the director would tell her.  "If I need someone for something
like, I'll look for you." he'd say in almost a pass away voice, walking
away amongst a crowd of his assistants as Sara slowly began to clean her
nude and cum covered body sat alone in the middle of a still crowded room,
now wondering how she had even planned to get home.

   Several months later an early copy of the film would be sent in the mail
to Sara, with a short personal note from the director thanking for her
passion into making her scene what it was.  Watching the film with Ryan
softly spooning her, the way they had spent most nights after that fateful
day and then them moving in together, she didn't mind the lack of clothes
separating their skin as when their skin came up he was only too willing to
recreate it, his thick cock sliding inside even better there than it
appeared on film.

   Though with how much of the action was cut and slightly framed out she
was impressed at how little was actually shown.  For how raw and heated it
had felt in the moment, barely enough was shown to really earn an R rating,
though in truth the filming had felt just inches away from porn.  Leaning
back she'd close her and just freely let out a moan, all other issues
thrust away by the fill of a good cock.