The screenwriter and Xia, a short story by Amalova. Date added: 2010-02-13. Times viewed: 3208.
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- Intro: A budding screenwriter plays the male lead in his first erotic movie
Xia was a pro in every sense of the word, and this was my first time. I approached her raised rear with some trepidation and, despite her encouraging moans and whimpers - interspersed with the occasional, yes, yes - I knew she wouldn't really enjoy this, was simply going through the motions. Amazingly, no one else would ever guess, and that was her art, her secret, and she never, ever disappointed. Taut muscles rippled beneath her flawless skin as her back rose and fell, and her incredibly curved arse swayed in contrary motion to her tiny waist. Wet ringlets of blonde hair swept across her square shoulders as she turned her head to gaze back at me. Green eyes pierced me, pulled me to the core of her fantasy and shook me into action.
‘Fuck, me... fuck me...'
Her words, at once an irresistible begging and an irrevocable order, dripped with an emulsion of hot oil and gravel and would have inflated the phallus of a corpse. I rose, despite my nervousness, wondering at the intensity of the woman's animal energy. My hands rubbed her delicious cheeks and then took purchase of the soft skin on her hips. With my right foot on the floor and left foot on the bed beside her bent knee, I fed the bulbous tip of my erection into her glistening, gaping cunt, amazed by the hungry, slippery heat that enveloped me. The room breathed gently, as one. In my peripheral vision, tense smiles, pointing fingers and nodding heads encouraged and guided me, told me exactly how to fuck this beautiful woman.
Another script had been rejected and I wondered what the fuck I was doing, wasting my time in this sordid genre. I'd tried to write ‘clean' stories, but somehow sex always intervened, thrust her natural 44 double D's in my face, took me by the cock and led me astray: if I'd written Snow White, she'd have been shagged to death long before the poison apple got her. Sex was the single driving force behind my creativity and demanded a credit in virtually every paragraph, but original scenarios seemed to be virtually impossible to create. So I'd given up on originality, accepted that I should simply rewrite another's already plagiarised scripts, when the seed of a new idea drifted down into my fertile brain and took root:
A young, eager, writer... a troubled artist... tall, dashing... has his scripts regularly rejected by all the usual players in the porn industry. He poses as an assistant to his friend - a cameraman - and gains access to a shoot in a very desirable millionaire's residence, a huge, white palace of a place overlooking the blue waters of the Pacific.
During the first scene, it is obvious the current plot and characters are not inspiring the mincing, gay, French director, who dramatically breaks down, complaining how he cannot work with such material. Our hero sees his moment, steps forward with his script and thrusts it into the director's tear-stained palm. He is so shocked that anyone would invade his personal space at such a sensitive moment, he actually reads the first page. In close-up, his eyes widen with disbelief. Both colour and joy return to his Gallic features and he ostentatiously kisses the playwright loudly on the forehead.
With creative juices flowing in abundance, the director calls the cast and crew together and announces a new project. Unfortunately, the male star, having received an urgent call from his agent, has dashed off to play Michael Douglas's cock-double in a hard-core remake of Basic Instinct. Disaster! Who can star in this next best-seller, opposite the industry's hottest and dirtiest, most accomplished female porn star? Yes, the young, dark, tall, dashing writer who, unsurprisingly, shrinks back in disbelief at the suggestion, while the female lead who suggested it, hungrily eyes him up and down
After a nervous, faltering start, they fuck long and hard, in every known position and several others that had not yet been tried by humans. She is frosty towards him to start with, disdains his initial amateurish attempts, but soon warms to him, indeed boils to him as he relaxes and shows his true sexual paces.
At the end of the filming, as she sinks grinning, satisfied and exhausted into the white and wrinkled bed, she announces to all she is leaving the industry, retiring at the peak of her career with immediate effect in order to be with her new love. As the crew pack up around them, they consummate their relationship with a parting facial shot.
I was stunned when a notorious local film producer rang to say he loved the idea and had lined up filming for early August. Then I got another call towards the end of July to say shooting had been brought forward to coincide with an unprecedented gap in Xia's busy schedule.
‘She's perfect for the part, it's written for her,' he announced, ‘and she's aching to do it...come down and watch a scene or two, see how your ideas work out in reality.'
Fuck me! Xia... He said ‘Xia'... unbelievable... Xia, porn star supreme, had caused more of my teen spunk to fly than any other human being. This would now be the perfect start to my writing career.
The black Mercedes picked me up at eight and crawled through the busy city streets before accelerating into the open countryside. Eventually, we left the main road, turning into a long sweeping drive that wove through a forest of mature oaks and sycamores. The trees finally parted to reveal a magnificent old house in beautifully manicured gardens, more a palace than someone's home. My driver explained that Gaston, the director, supplied a steady stream of young stars and starlets to the house owner's parties, promising them meaty starring roles as long as they were ‘friendly and obliging to their host's often bizarre tastes'. In return for this pimping service, the director was allowed free use of the extensive residence to film his artistic and erotic creations.
I was quickly introduced to Gaston, the plump, short, balding and very camp director. Then, fulfilling a lifetime's ambition, I was taken to Xia's dressing room. The most secretive and charismatic porn star of her generation was indeed to be the leading lady. Initially, she barely acknowledged my presence, then glanced at me through pristine blinds of cool detachment that momentarily twitched as her curiosity peeped through with a raised, quizzical eyebrow. She saw my surprised smile and smiled herself, aware that her façade had slipped and then screwed up her beautiful nose in a conspiratorial gesture that was totally disarming. I grinned like a fool, shuffled my feet and felt my coiled member begin to fill. On screen she was a tough, strong, physical presence. In the flesh, she was slight, lovely, vulnerable... sexy as fuck.
Suddenly there was chaos. Gaston wailed and people ran randomly around him. Phone calls were made and there was much shouting and wringing of hands. Apparently, the male lead had slipped while taking a piss, had cracked his head on the sink and was in no fit state to continue. Shouts turned to mumbles as knots of people formed then unravelled into untidy strands and then all conversation sank into whispers. Eventually, I was aware that all eyes in the room were on me.
‘Look, Xia wants you to do it. I know you're no fucking actor...' he waved my script, ‘you're barely a fucking writer, but these people,' he motioned around at the crew who were busying themselves all around us, ‘are eating up the budget so we have to do something today. She says she sees something in you - and yes, you're good-looking enough, work out, obviously... how are you...downstairs?' and his big, watery, brown eyes foppishly motioned to my crotch.
‘I'm ok...but I... I never... look, I don't think I could get it up with all you lot watching...'
Xia overheard me as she hovered in the background and quickly pushed Gaston aside. She fell to her knees in front of me and began to undo my faded black jeans.
‘No... no, no...' I stammered, grabbing her hands and trying to stop her, but her glare stilled me. With jeans around my knees, and her face at my crotch, she reached in my black underpants and pulled it out.
‘That will more than do... bigger than most I get and this isn't even fucking hard yet...
She tugged at it, spat on her hand and massaged the tip. It swelled instantly, drawing a whistle from her lovely lips.
‘Mmm, and it tastes like... a cock. A big fat cock. Get him ready boys. I'm having this for lunch today,' and she licked me again, smiled another conspiratorial smile, and left me standing there fully erect in a room full of mainly disinterested men. It was Gaston's time to smile.
‘Couldn't get it up, eh? There's hope for you yet, big boy... hope for you yet...'
Before I knew it, I was naked and, as per my script, preparing to take her from behind on the king-sized bed.
‘Cut! That's fine so far, but don't look so fucking worried, boy... I know it's not normal for you to have a camera pointed up your ass as you hump, but that's the way this is gonna be... get fucking used to it, phase it out of your mind and shove your dick in the bitch - oh, sorry, no offence, Xia - and fuck her. She's gorgeous... if I wasn't gay I'd be fucking her myself...'
‘In your fucking dreams, Gaston... I wouldn't entertain that shrivelled worm of yours for Sharon Stone's salary, were you gay or not fucking gay.' Her voice was mocking, cutting, at direct odds with her earlier apparent vulnerable femininity. Then she turned to me, flashed her perfect teeth as her succulent lips and green eyes conspired to smile, and I wondered at the depths of this woman's personality.
‘Hey, lover, ignore that dick: enjoy yourself... enjoy me... I think you are so cute, I could eat you.' A wave of passion crossed her face and her tongue surfed across her bottom lip, ‘In fact, I will do... and very soon.
She slid off the bed, which was signal enough for everyone to take five. I swallowed hard and maybe even blushed a little. She cocked her head and smiled again, this time heavying her lids and softening her features. Her voice was like treacle.
‘Mmm, can't wait, lover... you are gorgeous.'
Her right hand ruffled my dark locks, stroked my stubbly chin. From there, it traced down my neck, slipped inside the dressing gown I'd just thrown on and squeezed my left nipple while her other hand cupped my balls. The length of my impressive shaft rested across her wrist - which was just about the same width - and she closed her eyes, drew nearer and kissed me on the lips. We lingered, then parted and she exhaled, eyes still closed.
‘Fuck, you are hot...' Then she barked. ‘Gaston, get the fucking scene done quick while I'm dying for it... I want that monster up me, in me, down my throat, spraying in my face.' Her voice dropped to a filthy whisper. ‘C'm'on, lover... make love to me.'
Again we took our positions; I grasped her hips once more and placed my hard tool against the pillow-soft lips of her moist cunt.
I slid it into her. Man, what a feeling. She made me believe I was her first, her last, her only one in between. Every movement was a turn-on, and every sound was a cry of lust, of love, of need. Suddenly, realising I was going to cum - and cum too quickly - I closed my eyes and tried to think of something unrelated: my grandma; tonight's dinner; a big black dog I'd once run over... But in my imagination I could still see her snake-like spine as she heaved and bucked in time with my feral thrusts. It was no use. At the last moment before I squirted, I pulled it out and stepped away, fists squeezed together at my temples, contracting my pelvic muscles to stem the flow that I was sure would follow. In a few seconds, the heady sensations subsided, but unfortunately so did my erection. It glistened, but only with her juices, while remaining primed, intact, though somewhat deflated. The director smiled weakly at me, motioned with a horizontally revolving index finger that we ought to get moving.
‘OK, big boy? Can we move along?' I nodded. ‘Positions... and... Action!'
Despite having her very desirable cunt lips thrust into my face, sensing her delicious aroma in my nostrils and hearing her urgent exhortations, I couldn't get the blood back down below. It rose then checked and shrank... rose again, but deflated. I wanked it urgently, cupped my balls and pulled back the skin as hard as I could, but still it failed.
‘Sorry, guys... Xia... Gaston... give me a few minutes?'
‘A few minutes? Fuck, we've only got 2 minutes of useable stuff down and you're wanting a break? What? Cos you can't get it up? You fucking gay or something? Look at her! Look at that ass... all the fucking world wants a piece of that and you're standing a foot away with your limp dick in your hand?' People skills were obviously not high up on Gaston's CV.
‘Shut the fuck up, Gaston, what would you know?
The venom in her voice wrong-footed him and he held up his palms to her, alarm ringing across his darkening face.
‘Fucking bully... bastard... I hate you, hate this fucking bitch of a job...'
She took my hand and led me away. I apologetically glanced around the room, but stayed silent as we passed down a short corridor and through a heavy dark-oak door that led to a ground-floor bedroom she had been using as a dressing room.
‘I'm sorry, babe...' I shook my head and tears pricked my eyes.
‘Hey, lover... come here.
She pulled me to her and rested her head on my chest. I breathed in the scent from her hair and pulled her to me, my earlier humiliation again threatening to get the better of my emotions.
‘That ass-hole doesn't see what I see... a beautiful, sensitive man... a great lover... an intelligent, intuitive writer... I could... I could fall in love with a man like you...
Tremors ran through my body and I held her tightly. She sighed, then responded by kissing me gently on the lips. Gentleness and consolation turned to passion and hunger, and then she surrendered to me. I held her, guided her backwards onto the bed and climbed on top of her.
‘I have to taste you...' her words echoed inside me, numbing me. This wasn't the actress; this was the woman wanting me in her mouth. Wet warmth suddenly enveloped the softness between my legs and I felt her tongue flick across my flaccid glans. I began to swell, powerfully, almost mechanically till I expanded deep into her open throat. Her face was angelic, ecstatic and she grabbed my arse and pulled me deeper till her lips were against my belly.
‘Oh, fuck, Xia, you'd better stop...stop before you...' She drew it out and breathed heavily.
‘Oh, my, what a cock... what a cock...I want you...
She scrambled up from beneath me, rolled me over in one graceful movement and sat on me, the heat of her cunt once again surrounding my stiff phallus. Her fantastic tits, topped by long, dark nipples, seemed suspended in space. She raised herself up, then inexplicably sank down, suddenly deflated, slender hands clasped to her face.
‘I'm fucking tired of this shit, this business... it's so...so... lonely... you know?
I nodded, sympathetically.
‘Every fucking day, the same... some guy with a big dick, a fucking dumb-ass story...cum flying every-fucking-where...I'm tired... so fucking tired.
Then she brightened, sat back on me till I pierced her, full length and excitement bubbled in her eyes.
‘I'm retiring, right now... here and now... fuck it! That's me finished...
Then she looked at me pleadingly, tears welling up.
‘Could you... could anyone love a woman who... who's been a whore? Oh, fuck, what have I done with my life?' And she sobbed uncontrollably.
I held her. Just held her, protectively, my cock a truncheon in her hot, dark hole.
‘I could, Xia... you're fantastic... not a whore, a woman, a beautiful, talented, intelligent, desirable woman. You can do so much better than this.' She cried again, harder still, and I held her till her sobs subsided. Again her eyes brightened and her jaw fixed with a new determination.
‘I'll dress, get my things and we're out of here... c'm'on lover, lets get out of here...'
God, I wanted her, but I had to think for both of us, make the right decision for the two of us.
‘Listen, honey, you have a reputation... a great reputation as one of the finest female porn stars of all time... a real pro who always did her very best to satisfy... don't ruin it now... finish this one scene and go out in style... come on, babe, let's do it, you and me... first time on film for all the world to see... then goodbye to the old life and hello to the new.'
I was flying now. The most desirable woman in the world impaled on my erection, telling me she wanted me... and me, taking control, speaking calmly, wisely. My script was playing out before my eyes... the gods had inspired me to write my own future and were now seeing my fantasies fulfilled.
She argued, but I persisted and she finally agreed. We kissed again, she re-did her make-up, then wet and tousled her hair and we returned to the set. The sparse crew whistled their appreciation and I took a bow at which they all laughed. There was no failing now. My rock solid shaft slid into her every hole... Her cunt was so sweet and hot and her muscular contractions brought me to the very brink many times. At Gaston's direction, I slid it up her arse. Xia cried out as my tip pulled her open, then grunted like a pig as I slid it slowly up her. We did loads of takes from many different angles and each time she turned and smiled her lovely smile, nodded her head as if to say:
‘This is it, my final on-screen fuck, and what a way to go out!'
After the noisiest and longest female orgasm I had ever witnessed, she pushed me back onto the bed and sucked my cock like her life depended on it. Her fingers invaded my arse, juggled my balls, and pulled my nipples as her expert mouth did its work. I looked out at the crew as they did their close-ups, thinking:
‘Wow, this is it, my lover... here, sucking me off for all the world to see'.
She knew I was cumming before I did, took it out of her mouth and wanked me, her two hands forming a tight cunt, her thumbs rubbing the underside of my glans with fierce insistence. Fuck, what an orgasm this was going to be... It welled up deep within me; the sensations spread along every limb, drowning me in sweet numbness. Then I came... the first spurts hit her face and she gasped, then closed her eyes as more spattered her hair. Cum dribbled down her tits, hanging deliciously from her nipples before dripping into my belly. Then she feasted. Licking it off her hands, her tits, my cock, my belly and a couple of splashes that had hit my face. She was wild, hungry, wonderful...
‘Fantastic, Xia... well done, boy... came good in the end?' and Gaston laughed.
‘What time tomorrow, Monsieur G?' Xia asked, a look of total passivity on her face.
‘Nine should do it... just a few bits to do... won't use this whole fucking stupid story, but this scene will fit nicely into last week's as a few minutes' diversion. It was very good sex, top class in fact - you two make a lovely couple.' He smiled a knowing, condescending smile then barked a quick acidic laugh. 'You're one fucking hot deceitful bitch, baby.'
I was, to say the least, a little confused.
‘Xia? What the fuck? You said...' Someone had passed me a towel and I was wiping off what little cum there was left on me.
‘You are sweet, very cute... I knew you'd get it up... just needed the right stimulus...I provided that. I'm an actress...a real pro, remember? Surely you didn't think...?'
Shaking my head, then turning away so they could not see my reddening face and watering eyes, I quickly dressed and left them to it.
I'm not sure if that session was ever used in one of her films - I've stopped watching them, to be truthful; I even stopped writing porn. Just straight stuff now - with the odd bit of honest autobiography thrown in.
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