Carnal attraction: 3> the Director came too!
written by:
Chris-t6290

In what is a by and large male dominated industry, I'm one of a small group of female movie directors.

Don't, however, expect to see my name at the end of the opening credits of a Hollywood or British produced film, and even then, not my real name. I shoot porn for a living. Yep, all that hot and nasty stuff that your Michael Douglas's and Sharon Stone's (remember ‘Basic Instinct', I mean, wow!) pretend to do. We call that softcore. I, along with my fellow director's, on the other hand, shoot the real hardcore stuff.

I mostly work freelance, and even though I do, I nonetheless get quite a lot of work. Ray, a producer I've worked for, credits my professionalism. By that, he doesn't mean that I refrain from getting involved with the steamy sex, which I do, but, that, unlike those directors who cut corners by using just a video camera with a stick microphone, my work is top notch. That's because I have a boom with me; someone who holds a long pole with a microphone at the end. That way, whether I'm stood back taking a wide angle shot or close up where all the hot steamy action is, you can hear what the talent are saying. I believe it was Kate Bush who first used a cordless mike for a stage performance, something that makes my job very easy indeed.

Another thing about being a female director is, I don't, unlike some male ones I've heard about, pressurise the female talent; I understand and fully respect their limitations, especially those who have just started out in this industry.

I must confess that, one of the actors I enjoy working with, as she's a consummate professional herself, is ‘Roxy Blaze', and you've no doubt guessed that isn't her real name - Abby Meredith. Subsequently, I was quite chuffed when Ray called and told me that Roxy had asked him to ask me if I would direct a scenario for her website. ‘Sure, when is it,' I enquired, and took down the details before telling Ray to thank her for thinking of me.

With it being the day after tomorrow, I phoned Alan, my boom assistant, who works for a recording studio, and he arranged to have the day off.

If you've seen any of those making of documentaries for Hollywood films, you'll have realised that the ‘boom' has to stand both out of shot and still, no matter how many takes are required. The main reason for that is that the director directs the cast members, whereas I only have to direct Alan and myself, of course, around the hot steamy sex, which can take about an hour for a 20 minute clip, especially under the lighting that's sometimes required; not so a 90 minute film, irrespective of the and any action scenes.

The only other person who was needed, from a technical point, was a stills photographer, and that I left for Ray to sort out, and I'd see them along with Roxy and the other actor(s) at the location.

I suppose you would like to have some impression of what I look like, even though I'm very much a bystander. My credit name (not my real one) is Amanda Jenkins. 5'9" tall, a slim build with a 34c bust, green eyes and below shoulder length straight auburn hair, which I fold up on top of my head when I'm working.

I wear jeans and a top most of the times I'm at home, or editing a video, however, the jeans are too restrictive for the actual filming part, and so I wear a loose fitting skirt. ‘This shear black one will do,' I decided to myself, before selecting a light pink top; the skirt can be flowing, but the top has to be figure hugging, and this one set off the curve of my tits a treat.

Of course, what with all the steamy sex, right in front of us, Alan and myself have...well, let's just say when the filming is over, so is our professionalism, and Alan, it has to be said, has a most impressive cock, one that would easily grace a porn set...ah well!

Come the evening, I made sure that the brand new 16GB memory card was recording okay and recharged the battery in my camera overnight. I then set my alarm clock for 8am, and put the lasagne I was having for tea into the microwave for its 15 minutes cooking time.

As I enjoyed my meal for one, along with an accompanying aperitif, I got to wondering what Roxy's scenario would be about. Truth be told, even though I'm 100% heterosexual, I have an attraction towards Roxy. She, not so much the male talent that perform with her, always turns me on; gets my juices flowing, something, the stain of which, would, could show up, if I otherwise wore jeans.

Come the morrow, and with breakfast over, me dressed and the camera battery re-charged, I left my apartment and drove the short three miles to collect Alan, who was waiting outside his parents' house, his piece of sound equipment nicely condensed as usual.

The boom, although quite long, comprises three equal sections of solid wood that screw together, much like a pool or snooker cue, except that it isn't progressively tapered, as the sporting ones need to be. The cordless microphone, which is attached to a 6" sheath as such, then goes on one end, and to make sure it doesn't accidentally fall off, a bolt goes through it and the boom pole.

Having placed the long box containing the boom sections on the back seat along with the bag that contained the microphone etc, Alan made himself comfortable in the passenger seat and did up his seat belt, ready to play our usual adult game of guessing what colour my thong was.

"White, you always wear white with that top," he exclaimed confidently, only for me to say no.

I allowed Alan three guesses. If he got it with the first guess, I would show him, and let him play with my pussy, while I drove, for 5 minutes; if two guesses 3 minutes while three guesses only got him 1 minute.

"Black, then," he guessed, and incorrectly.

"You are actually wearing some, otherwise..."

"Of course I am," I said, dispelling his intimation that I'd otherwise be cheating.

"Come on, I'm a bit horny, what with it being Roxy Blaze," I exclaimed - Alan being the only one I'd told about my attraction to her.

"Blue, then," he said.

"What colour blue," I teased, as I halted at a stop sign. "You know, we've got time to have a quick fuck, if you're up to it," I suggested, before pulling off.

"In that case, navy blue," Alan said, considering my offer to be a better deal than just fingering my twat.

"Nope. Lift my skirt up and see," I cheered.

"They're white," he exclaimed.

"Moist, to be precise," I informed him, and reaching my right hand down, I drew that side of my damp thong across and exposed my moist cooze to Alan's 5 minutes of pussy play.

"You lovely tease, Amanda," chuckled my assistant, as he moved his hand across and was soon fingering my twat.

"Times up, and here we are," I told him, as I pulled off the road and headed down a dirt track, one that led to a tree lined area that was sufficient cover for what I, we were in need of.

"You're serious," he exclaimed, as I unclipped my seat belt. "You are serious," Alan iterated, as he undid his and then joined me outside.

Yes, I was extra horny that day. My moist white thong evidence of that. Maybe...Maybe I did have some latent carnal attraction towards Roxy. Either way, Alan was about to benefit from my horny state. Squatting down, I took my sound engineer's cock out, and soon had my lips wrapped around its silky foreskin, which moved up and down with my lips. Since he had already fingered my juiced pussy, I stood up, turned around, raised my skirt up and lent on the hood; his long firm cock sliding in with consummate ease.

"Fuck me, Alan, fuck me good and hard," I told him, before lying prone on the bonnet, my feet apart and the narrow strap of my thong pulled to one side; Alan adding to the unexpected fuck I was receiving, by worming his thumb into my anus, which soon had me cumming. (Don't worry, reader, that's not the meaning of this stories title).

Just like one of the many ‘porn' whores, as they portray themselves, I had Alan shoot his hot sticky load in my mouth; well, I could hardly do my job with my pussy leaking his cum, and there was plenty of it to swallow and digest, as always.

"Okay, then," I said, with that out of the way.

"Okay, then," Alan rejoined agreeably, and shortly afterwards, we were once more on our way, and as if our momentary stop never happened.

Presently arrived at the multi-purpose studio, one that had numerous rooms and sets, I pressed the intercom and we were let in; both of us carrying our equipment.

"Glad you were able to make it," exclaimed Roxy, with a welcoming beaming smile, before she hugged me and gave my cheek a girly kiss. "And Alan, of course. Quite impressive," she crooned, her eyes going to his groin then back again to his as she offered her hand for him to shake. As Prince continues the title of his song: ‘If I were your girlfriend', I had told Roxy about Alan's...prowess. ‘I think Alan's in there,' I thought to myself, knowing she wasn't the tease that some porn stars can be.

"Okay, so, my main reason for requesting you, Amanda, among other things, is that I want to shoot my first DP, and I'm relying on your expertise and eye to capture the type of angles that will appeal to women as well as satisfy men; a sort of balance between the two," she informed me, as one such woman.

Although I had a personal preference for the hard and dirty stuff that men enjoy, I had to, as a director, be impartial with my work, and adhere to what the client or producer wanted - In this case, Roxy.

"It's an office setting," she informed me, before outlining the scenario. "I will be giving two of my subordinates a dressing down over their performance, although it won't be an actual performance revue. I'll then say something, which has been scripted to them, and they will then take offence and go from there," she smiled, before handing me her notes with the prompt on it.

Another thing I just love about my job, is, that whereas actors, those who work from a film script, act, this type of vignette, as I call them, require no or little scripting, and just the odd prompt. Let's face it, who scripts what we say in our everyday life—us.

Having succinctly explained all that, Roxy left us to get unpacked while she joined the male talent, and went through some of the aspects of the shoot with Dave, the stills photography. You may have seen a gallery of stills from a porno, and then seen the film, or vice versa, and realised that they are slightly different. As you will have guessed, from what I'm now saying, the camera flash going off can show up if they are taken during filming, and so full hardcore shots are captured, ahead of the actual filming itself, by the stills photographer.

"What did Roxy mean by ‘quite impressive'?" Alan exclaimed, and so I told him I had mentioned his cock to her.

"That sounded rather like an invitation to me," I intimated. "And I know you're more than capable," I added, our earlier, unscheduled, stop not being the first one of its kind, followed by a more leisurely session afterwards. As I mentioned, Alan could be a porn stud; we both knew it - Roxy and I that is.

I now left Alan to screw his boom pole together while I observed Dave. As I did, I captured in my mind, for presently, the angles he was shooting from, that way I could mimic and get close to what he was capturing while I was filming it. At this point, Roxy was being ‘spit roasted', a term for being on all fours or her upper body being horizontal while she had John's cock in her mouth and Steve's in her pussy, none of them moving because they were just poses.

After some 12 minutes, and countless shots from Dave, Roxy was knelt over Steve and had John's cock in her ass. ‘Lucky bugger. Good on you girl. What I wouldn't give...' I thought, as I watched what I would presently be filming.

Although Dave had now finished, he would, of course, have to wait around to photograph the ‘money shot'; the men covering Roxy with their hot sticky spunk. Damn, my pussy's wet again, I realised, my thoughts, unusually getting the better of me as I waited for them to finish and then have a towel down and finally get dressed.

"Okay, Alan, our turn," I summoned him. And following behind me, we made our way onto the set, one that had been systematically furnished to resemble an office.

If you've seen any porn flicks, vignettes, you will have realised that there is little ‘dead air', a radio term for silence, in them. Obviously, I won't be reproducing everything that the actors say in this recount, just what I feel is necessary to the plot and actual fucking. So, with further ado...!

Having taken up her position - sat behind an office desk - Roxy pressed a button on the phone and asked a pretend someone to send in the two men.

"Hanson and Jeffries," Roxy began, directing them to take up the seats the other side of her table. "You've been with the company, what, three months." They nodding their agreement in unison.

"You're work, I have to tell you, isn't up to the standard expected of you. It's as if you have no formal training, or indeed understanding of what is required," she admonished the pair shortly thereafter.

As scripted, John, a dark haired white guy, and with a long lean cock, shortly made the first of two notable remarks, one that caused Roxy to respond with blazing eyes. "I won't accept that sort of tone from my workers," she rebuked, and stood up, only for John to do likewise.

"Look here, you," he exclaimed, wagging a finger in front of Roxy's face, "we've sat here and put up with your ranting. And no, me and Steve [pretencively demonstrating his lack of grammar] have no formal training for what seems a cushy job," he rejoined.

"You two need to be disciplined," she then informed them; whereupon, I moved in for the plot switch.

"On the contrary. I think you do, and we're the ones to give it to you, Veronica," John evoked. And grabbing Roxy's arm, he pulled her towards him, kissed her roughly, then pushed her to the ground and unzipped his black suit trousers and removed his cock.

Veronica (Roxy), astonished at his impertinence, simply opened her mouth, agog, and John subsequently filled it with his long slender dick, which she took all the way down - her throat especially. Call it animal impulse. Who knows why, the background of, what had been and was now happening. It was being portrayed, as almost all Hollywood films are, as a fantasy, so who cares. Not the people who view this, that's for sure.

Getting in on the act, blonde haired Steve soon had his thick long cock between Roxy's lips and his hand pressed against the back of her head. Although it may appear, from what he was saying - encouraging her to do - it was Roxy who was bobbing her head back and forth on his cock, while she eagerly stroked John's slick dick.

"Emn, just like your shabby work, is that the best you can do," rejoined Roxy, having been momentarily relieved of Steve's cock and finally finding the composure to say something.

"Fuck her face," John impelled Steve, and this time, with a hand on and under each cheek, Steve appeared to draw Roxy back and forth on his cock, eliciting all manner of splutters and deep throat ‘gluhs' as she handled a good mouth fucking before he did let her go, and to John, who then gave her the same.

As the scenario progressed and they got into it, I had to stop them a few times, so as to have the trio keep their clothing situation representative of Dave's photo's, which he had long since loaded onto a laptop. I can't brag I've got a photographic memory, because I haven't, what I do however have is attention to detail; an ability to spot things, which is one of the reasons I took up directing.

Anyway, back to the vignette.

"We're neither of us uncaring," assuaged Steve, who played an empathetic role in contrast to that of John's dominative one, as he helped Roxy both up and then to lay on the two desks that had been purposefully placed side by side. Then, while John unbuttoned her blouse Steve drew back Roxy's skirt until it pooled around her waist.

"Stockings!" exclaimed John, as if he hadn't seen them earlier.

"You know, I wouldn't have thought otherwise, especially of a pretentious bitch such as you, Veronica," he chided, before mauling her shapely 38DD breasts, and presently pulling her white lacy bra over them with a slight twang.

For his part, young Steve, who had her white lacy g-string pulled to one side, was fingering her moist pussy while sucking her meaty ‘fuck flesh' (labia) before moving onto Roxy's distended clit; he having drawn back the hood so as to expose her nubbin.

With Alan maintaining his solitary position, I moved in closer to capture Steve's unerring mouth and finger work, which soon had Roxy cumming; her juices sparkling nicely on his fingers when he withdrew them. I then moved back to capture a wide-angle shot. First, that of Steve licking his cum moist fingers before replacing them with his adequate tongue, then that of them both; John now sucking her left teat while firmly caressing her right tit.

As I reposed my position, I bumped a discarded chair. Being the professionals that they were, the horny trio carried on and I did likewise. Thanks in large part to PC's, and the software packages available, I'll be able to isolate and remove the sound of my faux pas.

"Oh fuck. I see you're good at something after all," exclaimed Roxy, as Steve now tongue fucked her pussy, and my throbbing clit rubbed against my moist panties.

Remembering where the chair was, I again moved in for a close up of Steve before I paned up to John, who once more had his cock between her cherry red lips, and all while he pulled her firm right nipple; the areola markedly dark, a sign, if ever one was needed, of just how aroused the Veronica character was. In all the while I've worked with Roxy, and countless others, she doesn't fake her orgasms. I then directed the camera back to Steve, who now had two of his fingertips in her tight anus; all of which, caused Roxy to begin convulsing as her second climax of the film took a hold of her.

Moments later, having taken his saliva coated erection from Roxy's mouth, so that she could respond, Veronica chided Steve, "After all that, I take it you're capable of fucking me. In which case, get on with it."

Not caring much for their pretend boss's tone, they stood her up and almost pulled her skirt, blouse and bra from her. They then directed Roxy to bend over and across a corner of one of the tables, and then Steve pulled her g-string across her ass cheeks, ready to be ‘spit roasted' by her supposed idle subordinates, except that they were anything but; they were, however, forgetful.

In the heat of wanting to give Veronica a well deserved railing, they were in the wrong position: John about to go to her pussy and Steve her mouth.

I stopped filming and called cut. Immediately alerting them to the oversight, it was quickly rectified by going back to a previous point and continuing from there.

Another advantage to having a cordless microphone, especially in a situation such as the one that just occurred, is that I don't have to worry about editing the sound to match the picture, unlike major films and recorded TV programmes. In particular, those where the sound at the start of the following scene crashes the end of the previous one; the sound of a phone or doorbell ringing are just two classic editing faux pas.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me. Stick your finger up my ass as well," Veronica enjoined Steve, her feet almost shoulder width apart as he worked his long thick cock back and forth, and in tandem with John doing likewise to her mouth while giving Roxy the latitude to take herself from him and utter some encouraging obscenities. I don't know about those who watch porn, but myself, I really get aroused by all the dirty talk and today's filming was no different.

In getting another close up, this time that of Roxy's shapely ass being subtly fingered, I also noticed, and filmed, Steve's cock, which was slick with a trail of her almost creamy cum sediment. Upon noticing me, and not flagging for one moment, Steve fucked Roxy's cunt with a slow decisive action, and as he did, my nostrils became inflamed with the scent of her pussy and ‘Flower' perfume.

I have no idea what came over me just then and prompted me to do what I subsequently did, but...!

Still holding the camera, I dropped my head. As I did, my tongue popped out and then skimmed the surface of Steve's thick shaft before catching Roxy's perineum.

"Is that you, Amanda," she exclaimed, taking herself from John and then turning to me in one fluid movement.

Who else could it be, and so I apologised.

"I had no idea you had it in you," she smiled.

Neither did I - Roxy, as with most of the female talent that work with men, being bi-sexual.

‘So now what,' I thought, having interrupted the shoot, as Roxy withdrew Steve from her pussy, the one that I had been secretly doting on, and without fully realising it.

Now perched on the edge, Roxy moved her hands to hold herself open. Then, addressing me, she uttered: "Lick it, just the way that you like it, Amanda." Unable to resist, I again lowered my head; Steve relieving me of the camera so that my hands were free.

‘Emn, Roxy's first DP and my first taste of another woman's cunt juice. This was turning out to be quite an experience,' I remarked to myself. One that got even better, when someone, not Steve or John, who, for an obvious reason, sat out until afterwards, lifted up my skirt while I homed my tongue in on Roxy's pussy.

Since I had stopped filming, there was no need for Alan to hold the boom, however, it wasn't his fingers that then slid purposefully into my heated sex, which left...Dave. Horny as the rest of us no doubt.

Think what you will, but to me, a cock, is a cock, is a cock. Black, white, long, thick, cut or not cut, so long as it's hard, it will do for me.

"Come and join us, Alan," I soon heard Roxy beckon; she no doubt wanting to get a taste of what I had already had, as I ran my tongue up and down her wet slit, drinking in the scent of her cunt and the taste of her pussy when she came for me.

"God, you're big, Dave," I exclaimed, as he cleaved his cock into my wet pussy.

Filled with a degree of embarrassment - I had, after all, interrupted the shoot - I was content for my head to be where it was; wedged between Roxy's humid thighs as I eat her out and stroked her sticky clit.

"Yes, that's it, right there, right fucking there, Amanda," she impelled - Roxy's right hand motioning me up against her crack, so that I received the full force of her outsurge when she subsequently came.

"Ermn emn," she contentedly murmured, as she sucked Alan's cock and no doubt got an after taste of me on it.

Although Roxy's hand on my head was relaxed, Dave's cock in my pussy was anything but.

"Stick your finger, two in fact, up her tight asshole," Roxy called to Dave. And moments later, I had my anus filled up as well.

Unlike Roxy, I'm not one for having my ‘backdoor' plundered by cock, I am, however, partial to 2,3, even 4 fingers ‘up my ass' as she put it, depending on their size.

"Yes, fuck!" I exclaimed, between lustful licks and sucks of Roxy's throbbing clit; my attention soon disturbed when Roxy invited Alan to sit where she was.

Roxy, on the other hand, and even though this was her first DP, embraced a good ass reaming, one that she would have gotten by now from Steve or John, before they both did her.

"That's okay, Amanda, keep licking my pussy, you're making a good job of it," Roxy smiled down at me, enthusiastically, as she then moved enough, so that Alan could slide underneath her.

With the both of them managing to support her, Roxy grasped Alan's ever impressive stone hard cock and, having poised it below where my mouth was, slid down his long pole.

"Emn, oh yes, oh fuck, yes!" Roxy exclaimed, as she rose and fell on my soundman's virile cock.

"I bet you didn't expect this to happen today, Young Alan, least not yet," she said, with a coy wink behind her. Intimating that she fancied sampling what I'd told her he had to offer, sometime Later.

What with the filming done and out of the way, the talent have been known to enjoy a more relaxed ‘fuck party', something neither Alan nor I (I can't speak for Dave) have been invited to. That said, this, and with Dave currently putting in a sterling performance, was possibly as near as we'd get all the same.

"Fuck, yes, Dave, fuck me, really fuck me," I cried out, as my body came alive with the sensations of a burning climax welling up inside me.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, more. Harder! Deeper! Keep rubbing my clit, keep rubbing my fucking clit," I told him, moments before his thrusting hips became more urgent.

"In her mouth, Dave, let me see the slut drink it," exclaimed Roxy, ahead of releasing her grip on me.

Quickly turning around, I knelt up, opening my mouth just in time to catch the first surge of Dave's cum on my palate, followed by the next two, which landed on my tongue. Thereafter, he fed his cock, still impressively hard, into my mouth, and I obligingly sucked the remainder of his hot sticky spunk from his balls.

Soon finished, I turned around to see Alan stood up, his cock reaming Roxy's backside while she was leant over a desk.

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck me in my ass," she encouraged, even though Alan needed none all the same.

"Oh fuck, yeah, I'm gonna cum, Roxy," Alan soon forewarned her, while I adjusted my clothing and once more folded my now humid hair on top of my head; the day's work not being completed, thanks in part to me.

"Cum in my ass, Alan, fill me up with your hot molten spunk, it'll lubricate it for when Steve and John do me," she directed him. And moments later Roxy got her wish, as Alan, after me, fired his second salvo of cum that day, and just as Roxy's body shivered with delight.

Thoughtfully, Steve and John, who, during the unplanned interruption by yours truly, had been stroking their dicks to keep up the ‘wood', had fetched some towels for us. And after a rub down and a wipe, Dave and Alan tidied themselves up, while Roxy, ever the professional, dabbed some of the sheen from her body.

"Okay, now that we've gotten that out of our systems...!" she exclaimed, hinting at me, but all the same suggesting that she enjoyed the interlude all the same.

Having taken the camera back from Steve, and with Alan once more holding the boom, like a pikeman of old, in readiness to continue, I quickly found a point at the end of the recording, from where I could resume filming.

"Okay, and action," I exclaimed, after reposing the horny trio.

Some 30 minutes later, Roxy had committed her first DP to film, Dave had photographed the ‘money shots', and as always, I recorded the only fakery, which was the guy's expressions as they pretended to cum; with just one camera, I obviously can't film them cumming and their expressions as they do.

After cleaning herself with a towel, Roxy went off to put on a robe, which she then returned in.

"There you go," she said, handing me a cheque for my work, which was only half done - I still needed to edit some out, of course, in addition to the usual editing I do.

"There's something extra," Roxy crooned, as she hugged me and said her goodbye's, and to both of us. ‘You certainly left an impression on her,' I remarked to Alan, as we got into my car.

"Dave's not left," I noticed allowed. Only to realise that Roxy was no doubt entertaining the three of them, now that the filming was over; well, his cock was quite impressive, ‘talking of which, there was still dependable Alan,' I minded myself, as I looked at the cheque, and for what Roxy meant by her ‘extra' remark.

The fee was my agreed usual, I noticed. And as I went to fold it up, I noticed some writing on the back.

"Quite impressive," I exclaimed aloud, before putting it in my bag.

"You mean Dave. Yes, I suppose he was."

"No, you, silly," I commended Alan, although not as to why, as I pulled away.

Back home at mine, we were going at it again, this time with all the foreplay that unhurried sex and fucking demands.

Roxy, impressed with us both, had written her phone number on the reverse of the cheque. Now that's something that is privileged.