I was enjoying one of my favourite types of night in. Sitting back on the couch, I watched the porno play on his huge 3D TV while my sub wife knelt between my legs and licked and sucked around my cock and balls. Once she had the right incentive, Suzi had taken to the submissive lifestyle like a fish to water. As she took the whole of my seven inches straight down her throat, I caressed her hair lovingly and looked into the screen where a very similar sex scene was playing out and the cogs began to turn in my ever-mischievous brain.
The scene on the telly was where a horny housewife, of about Suzi’s age, had got into a compromising situation with a plumber and his mate, to the point where it was her pipes that were being unblocked. It occurred to me that my wife was better looking than the woman on screen and was more than capable of any of the sex acts. I had an idea for her next sexual adventure.
It took me some four months of exploiting my business contacts and now considerable wealth before I made the right connections. Sitting in my favourite West End restaurant with the executive producer of Red Petal Films, I waited until the food had been cleared and we were sipping brandies until spreading out a selection of his favourite ‘Suzi in action’ photos.
“She’s surely got the look,” said Arnold appreciatively, “but can she do the business?”
“You’re the expert and I know there’s a lot more to the business than a girl who opens her legs but I think you’ll like the deal I’m offering,” I replied, swilling the warming liquid round my mouth.
“Go on!”
“I’m offering you Suzi completely free of charge for her first film. You can do whatever you want with her and she’ll go with it,” I offered. “I’ll pick up her expenses for this one.”
“That seems like a deal that’s too good to be true! What do you get out of it?”
“Future investment! I have faith in the girl and I want to see her get on,” I said with a convincing grin. “And I wouldn’t mind watching the filming,” heI added.
“You’ve got yourself a deal,” beamed Arnold. “And if she’s half as good as you think she is I’m sure they’ll be more conventional contracts downstream.” The men drank up and went their separate ways.
The big day finally came along and I kept to my normal custom of telling Suzi exactly nothing about what she was about to experience. I had instructed her to dress casually with minimal make up as I knew the studio would make her up as required.
I drove and the journey lasted about an hour. Suzi was as curious as always but knew better than to keep asking. He looked across at her as he drove. She had lost none of her beauty and her recent sexual exploits seemed to have put a youthful vitality back into her skin and eyes. At thirty nine, she would put most girls in their twenties in the shade. Five foot six, lean and very big busted, she turned heads wherever she went. Most men and many women desired her. Some were lucky enough to be chosen by her husband to have their wishes fulfilled. Today was the day when I was going to spread that love much more widely. I was bringing Suzi’s delights to many thousands of screens around the world.
Pulling into an out of town industrial estate, I took my hand from my wife’s upper thigh, where it had rested for most of the ride, and concentrated on finding the right unit. It was tucked away right at the back but the sign was prominent enough. ‘Red Petal Films and Media Productions’. Suzi read it at the same time as me and looked over in surprise. “This is it?”
“That’s right darling. Today we’re going to make you a star.”
Suzi had no doubt at all what sort of film he was talking about and sat quietly, absorbing the information.
The girl behind reception was gorgeous and I wondered if she starred in the films herself. A little taller than his wife, she was in her early twenties, tall and well-proportioned. She saw them enter and stood to welcome them. As she moved out from behind the desk, I appraised her and decided that the studio would be mad not to put her on film. She was dressed professionally enough in crisp white blouse and dark, above the knee skirt but her body just shouted sex. “Hello Mr Mitchell, I’m Arnold’s PA, Ella,” she said, extending an elegant hand. “This gorgeous lady must be Suzi.”
“Hello, Ella,” I replied. “I see Arnold’s good taste in women isn’t just confined to casting.”
Ella almost blushed but not quite. She took Suzi’s hand in her own like she was school friend or something. “I’ll take Suzi straight along to make up. They’re filming another scene at the moment. Would you like me to drop you off on the way?”
I nodded and followed on in the wake of some very expensive perfume. I would have found the active studio by myself; it was very busy. All of the off-duty stage hands seemed to have a reason to be there and he squeezed in at the back as Suzi was hustled away. The scene was a bakery and a big wooden table covered in flour had a girl in her late teens or early twenties lying on it naked, as two men in bakers whites fondled her.
Suzi was still shell-shocked. She was helped out of her clothes and her entire body was made up, not just her face. It was nothing extravagant, just foundation and a bit of eye shadow and lipstick. All to stop her skin from shining under the studio lights. While all that was going on, Ella talked her through her first scenes. There was very little dialogue to remember and it seemed that ad libbing was fine anyway. She mostly had to remember what sex acts were required of her, although it seemed that her fellow actor would be guiding her in the right direction anyway.
Meanwhile, I was being entertained by the goings on in the studio. The action was surprisingly stilted, not like a finished porno at all. After the girl had been rubbed and sucked for a while, the director called cut and they prepared for the next scene. Part of this preparation was for two other pretty young women to play with the men’s cocks to get them nice and hard while the make-up girl dusted the actress with flour. I learned later that the girls were called fluffers and they performed exactly the same duty for the actresses when required.
The next scene was cock sucking and the actress was pushed to her knees in the mock up bakery to suck on one cock while she simultaneously wanked the other. Pretty horny stuff and the girl looked like she was really enjoying her work.
Some twenty takes later, the action finally got to the climax, where the flour covered girl was on back, getting the good news from one well-hung gentleman while the other was masturbating over her face. The wanker came first, shooting his jism all over her pretty face, hair and tits and then, a few seconds later, the other actor grunted and stiffened to shoot into her pussy. That was a surprise to me as I had assumed they wouldn’t really cum in her. Sure enough though, the cameras zoomed in as he withdrew to leave a trail of cum between them and then filmed him as he stretched her twat wide open to show the spunk inside.
“Cut!” yelled the director. “Set up next door in twenty minutes for the housewife scene.”
That was surely Suzi’s first scene. I followed the crowds into the next mock up and judging by how many people were milling about, I judged my wife’s first porn scene was drawing the crowds. The backdrops were set up as a typical suburban house, with front door, kitchen and bedroom. Suzi soon joined them and she was anything but the typical suburban housewife; dressed in a tight mini dress that buttoned down the front, she looked ready for action. I reached across to kiss her and a make-up girl interposed herself between us. “Whoa, don’t smudge the make-up,” she said with a smile.
The scene started with Suzi lounging on her sofa, bitching to her friend on the phone about the annoying teenage boys kicking a ball around outside. All of a sudden there was a crash and she threw the phone down. “What the hell was that?”
Next the doorbell rang and on answering it, she found two very sheepish teenaged boys on the step. Actually they were both in their mid-twenties but had childish faces that let them pass for around nineteen. The tall blond one spoke first. “Err hi, Mrs Price. I’m afraid we’ve sort of put a ball through your garage window!”
Suzi stormed through the door and out of shot before returning with a black look across her face. “That’s a lot of damage,” she said. “You’d better come in while I call your fathers.”
“Cut,” called the director. “Move straight on to the sofa scene.”
The cameras rolled again as Suzi was on the phone again with the boys sat either side of her as she had a terse conversation with one of their parents. She threw the handset down, clearly exasperated and turned to the athletic looking boy next to her. “How about you Dave, what’s your dad’s number?”
He was silent for a moment before stumbling over his words. “My dad died last year,” he said.
Suzi’s face dropped and her tone changed immediately. “Oh God, I’m so sorry. Really, I didn’t mean…!” Reaching over she took him in her arms and pulled him in for a hug, squeezing him tightly against her very ample bosom. It looked like she intended to make it a quick cuddle only but it went on and on as Dave clearly wasn’t letting her go. His hands started moving up and down her back and then between their bodies, finding her tits and fondling them. She tried to pull away but not too much. “I think that’s enough now Dave,” she said uncertainly, “I don’t want you to get the wrong idea.” Dave’s lips then found her own and she said nothing more as he snogged her. She gave another small, token struggle and then her body relaxed into his.
The two bodies writhed together on the sofa as the other lad stood off to one side and filmed the action on his mobile phone. As Dave snogged her, he was working her dress open and soon had his hands inside and all over her tits. Her bra was snapped open and pulled down and he started to tug her panties down. Suddenly Suzi pushed him away and spoke softly. “Please Dave, I can’t. I’m a happily married woman.”
“But Mrs Price,” Dave whined. “You can’t leave me like this, I’m traumatised about my dad and look, I’ve got a massive hard on.”
Suzi looked down and saw his cock for the first time. She had to admit, it was indeed massive. “Maybe I could give you a blow job?”
“Oh, okay then,” said Dave.
“Cut!” called the director.
The next scene started with Suzi on her knees, her dress pulled down to her waist. Her character was apparently now having second thoughts. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea, after all,” she said. “My husband might get home and catch us.” Dave put his hand behind her head and pulled her mouth straight on to his cock, getting a little gag as it touched the back of her throat. Gripping her securely, he thrust straight into her windpipe several time, making her eyes water a little before the director cut the scene again.
The next scene opened with Suzi completely naked, on all fours on the sofa as the boys topped and tailed her. Dave was now ploughing her hot pussy as the other one, Gary, pushed his cock in and out of her mouth. They had a good rhythm going and pushed the horny housewife backwards and forwards between them as they built up their pace.
The director cut the scene again and three fluffer girls came forward. Two dropped to their knees to take the cocks into their mouths and the third slipped two fingers into Suzi’s pussy, rubbing it vigorously while she rapidly stroked her clitoris with the other. When the action started again, it took less than a minute for the three of them to come. The cameras zoomed in on Gary as he spurted all over her face and then she very obviously came herself as Dave ejaculated all over her back.
Suzi was whisked away by the make-up girl when the director cut the scene. She looked happy enough as she passed her husband and even tipped him a wink. It took the crew another ten minutes to re-set in the same set and by that time she was back out, showered, made up and re-dressed in a miniskirt and tee shirt combo. Damion wondered wistfully if he could employ the make-up girl at home to make these quick changes a routine thing.
This scene started with Suzi on the sofa when the doorbell rang again. This time it was a strikingly attractive woman in her forties; six foot tall with jet black hair and a rack that made even Suzi’s look ordinary. “Hello Mrs Price, I’m Dave’s mother, Mrs Jenkins. Can I come in and talk about the window?”
“Umm, yes, of course,” mumbled Suzi as the assertive woman brushed past her. I craned my neck to get a better view; this promised to be interesting. The woman sat herself down elegantly on the sofa and waited for the edgy housewife to join her.
“Have you come to pay for the window?” Suzi asked nervously.
“No,” came the reply. “I’ve come to talk about your naughty behaviour.”
“I beg your pardon,” said Suzi and then shut up suddenly as the woman threw a pile of photographs on the coffee table.
“Gary took plenty of pictures of your cavorting with my son. I’ve come to teach you a lesson for your adultery with my little boy. Come over here.”
Suzi hung her head and walked across to Mrs Jenkins, who promptly grabbed her arm, bent her over her knee and yanked her knickers down. “We’ll start with ten,” she said as she began to rain hard smacks down onto the exposed buttocks.
The director kept the cameras rolling as Suzi’s bottom was spanked; leaving the audience in no doubt that she really was getting the punishment as her skin reddened under their eyes. She was wriggling around on the tall woman’s lap and her legs began to hop in place so I was under no illusion that she was getting a proper, hard spanking. When the woman finished, she pushed Suzi to the floor. “I will finish your punishment at my house tonight,” she said sternly. “Be at this address at eight o’clock sharp.” She dropped a card on to the coffee table. “And don’t be later, if you know what’s good for you,” she added with a little menace in her voice.
“Cut! That’s a wrap for today. We start again at eight am.”
Finally, I was allowed to touch my wife. “How’s the arse,” I chuckled, rubbing her tender buttocks.”
“I thought you spanked hard!”
“I do,” I laughed. “Come on, I’ll buy you dinner.”
We had an early night and I drove his wife back to the studio in the morning. It seemed a little odd that an evening scene was being filmed first thing in the morning I mused but then that I supposed that was showbiz! Suzi went straight into make-up again and I made my way to the set. It was a different area of the studio this time and had been built with a front door, an ordinary looking lounge and then something that looked like a dungeon. This looked interesting!
Suzi came out in a little black dress and high heels, looking absolutely stunning. She waited on her mark by the front door until the director rolled the cameras and then rang the bell. The door was flung open and ‘Mrs Jenkins’ stood in front of her clad all in black, shiny leather. “You’re late!”
“Only two minutes,” whimpered Suzi.
“Late is late,” said the Mistress. “Take that dress off!”
“But, but, I’m outside,” said Suzi convincingly. “People can see.”
“My neighbours have seen much more than your arse,” came the reply. “Now get that dress off or I’ll email the pictures of you taking advantage of my little boy to your husband.”
Suzi reluctantly shrugged and unzipped her dress, letting it fall to the floor. She stood with her arms by her side, dressed just in her bra and panties. Mrs Jenkins looked her up slowly up and down. “Very nice,” she said eventually. “You may now come in – on your hands and knees!”
Suzi dropped to her knees and crawled across the threshold like a little dog. Quite appropriately as, when she was inside, Mrs Jenkins closed the door and then strapped a thick leather collar around her neck, clipping on a leash and then leading her off. “Come on doggie,” she urged as the director cut the scene.
The next scene opened in the dungeon with Suzi strapped on to a St Andrew’s Cross. Mrs Jenkins stood in front of her with a sharp knife. She stroked her cheek lightly with the back of her hand. “Let’s have a good look at you then Sweetie,” she said, cutting the bra straps and letting Suzi’s firm breasts fall out of the cups. She then cut her panties off too, before taking an erect nipple in her mouth.
Mrs Jenkins sucked on Suzi’s tits for several minutes as her fingers moved around in her pussy. Suzi began to moan and wriggle in her bonds until her Mistress suddenly pulled away and selected a riding whip from a rack behind her. “It’s time to finish your punishment,” she said, flexing it in her hands. She moved it around in Suzi’s pussy until she squirmed and then stepped away and gave her several hard stripes across her tits until the director cut the scene.
The next scene had a bound Suzi on the bed, between her Mistress’ thighs, lapping at her pussy, while Mrs Jenkins casually swatted her arse with the crop. She looked up from time to time and Damion could see her face covered in juices; method acting in the extreme! The final scene with Mrs Jenkins had the Mistress riding the submissive wife hard with a strap on dildo. Suzi’s cries of ecstasy filled the studio as the tall woman humped her hard.
The afternoon’s filming had Suzi back in ‘her’ lounge, seducing a college girl who came to her for a shoulder to cry on and then the final scene had her husband discover her in bed with the teen and fucking them both together without a moment’s contemplation. Suzi almost took a back seat in this scene for a change as it was all about the older man taking the girl’s virginity.
By the time filming was over, Suzi was shattered. I took her in his arms and told her how amazing she had been, as she was congratulated by all the other actors and crew on her way out. “How was that then?” I asked on the drive back.
“It was absolutely amazing,” came the sleepy reply. “It takes submission to another level. Not only was I being controlled by another person but there was someone else, not involved in the scene, with overall control. Sort of like a God-like figure. It was very, very horny.”
That gave me another idea!
