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Lynn had said no adamantly, but Phil was a hard person to turn down.
He had quickly found a way to remind her subtly that her marital happiness
depended entirely on his keeping his big mouth shut about their wild life
together prior to her marriage, and Lynn realized that in the long run she
had very little choice. He had given her five minutes to dress while he
smoked quietly in the living room and then bundled her into his car and
driven rapidly to the studio.
From the outside, everything seemed dark and deserted, since WRT-TV
went off the air at twelve-thirty, but once inside, the young and
frightened woman found that the studio was alive with activity. Most of
the technicians were men she had gotten to know slightly during the six
months she had worked as Phil's secretary. Most of them seemed to be
surprised to see her for some reason, and one older man who had always
seemed like the grandfather type lewdly pinched her bottom as she walked
by him.
"Why's everybody acting so strange?" she questioned her former boss,
but the executive was busy and he had neither the time nor the patience to
get involved in lengthy explanations.
"Jon!" he called across the studio to a tall, gaunt, sour-faced
individual who worked as the studio's make-up man. "Lynn's going to stand
in for Millie! Get her squared away, will you? She can share a dressing
room with Kelly."
"Is Kelly in the movie?" Lynn inquired with surprise. Kelly Agard
was an attractive woman in her early thirties, certainly good looking
enough to be a professional actress, but this was the first time that Lynn
had heard of Agard's wife actually playing a role in a video-film. But
the producer had no time for discussions at the moment, and he waved her
in the general direction of the dressing rooms and turned to confer with
the video-tapes director, a squat, mean looking man named Lenny who
scowled at the world with an ugly cigar protruding from one corner of his
mouth.
The longer she thought about it, the stranger this whole situation
was, and Lynn found herself growing more and more suspicious as she walked
across the set to the dressing rooms with Jon at her side. For one thing,
she remembered, WRT-TV did not usually get involved with taping its own
shows; the national networks in New York supplied most of the tapes they
used except for sports, news, interviews with local politicians, and an
occasional cultural program featuring a boring academic speaker from the
university. Yet the set which had been erected was obviously intended for
a drama of some kind, and Phil had said something about shooting an
oriental scene with slave girls. Very strange!
"Why, Lynn, how good to see you, darling," called Kelly Agard as Lynn
timidly entered the spacious but cluttered dressing room. The young woman
had always been shy and ill at ease with Kelly because of her former love
affair with this woman's husband. Phil had once said that Kelly knew all
about it and didn't mind, but Lynn had not believed him.
"It's nice to see you, Mrs. Agard," the young wife responded
politely, studying the well-built brunette as she took a seat and fumbled
nervously through her handbag for a cigarette. "I didn't know you were an
actress."
"Oh well, I don't know how much acting talent you need to do this
kind of thing, honey. Mostly it's a question of having the body for it.
And incidentally, please don't call me 'Mrs. Agard' anymore. Now that
we're both in the same business, I think that just plain 'Kelly' will do
nicely. Actually I'm amazed that Phil was able to talk you into coming
down here tonight."
This strange conversation was making the young blonde more confused
by the minute. A good body--which Kelly certainly did have--was obviously
important for an actress but then so was acting skill! Anyway why should

Phil have had any difficulty in getting her to accept a night's work as an
extra for a television film? It didn't make any sense.
"Have a drink, dearie," suggested Mrs. Agard in a hearty friendly
manner, sliding a bottle of vodka down her dressing table towards Lynn
Langley. "We've got awhile to wait before they're ready for our scene,
and I find it helps if you go out there a little bit sloshed, if you know
what I mean."
Lynn didn't but she accepted the drink anyway, despite the fact that
Matt disapproved of liquor and would not keep any in the house. Maybe a
quick slug will clear my head a little, she decided, pouring herself a
healthy glassful and then adding some tomato juice to make a Bloody Mary.
Then she settled back to watch as Jon barged busily into the dressing room
and went to work on Kelly's face, applying rouge and make-up to give her
skin some color under the bright lights on the set.
"Finish your drink, baby," advised Jon bruskly, nodding in Lynn's
direction. "I'm going to be ready to do you in another minute. And
better get out of that dress unless you want to get make up all over it."
"What should I put on?" asked Lynn, a little alarmed.
"Who gives a shit?" snapped Jon crudely as he dabbed mascara onto
Kelly's skin. "Just get out of the dress."
Blushing at the man's vulgar language, Lynn observed that the older
woman was wearing a dressing gown and cursed herself for not having had
the brains to bring something like it herself. Here was no sign of
anything resembling a slave girl costume, and she hated to make a fuss
over what she was supposed to wear, so she took a deep breath, finished
her drink to give her courage and then, unzipped the simple print dress
she had worn, hanging it on a hook behind the door and sitting back down
in her underwear. It was embarrassing for the modest young wife because
the brassiere she was wearing was light and filmy, doing very little to
conceal the tiny brown nipples on her fully ripened breasts, and the
skimpy pair of bikini style panties were not much better.
"Okay, that takes care of your face," the rude, irritable make-up man
said to Kelly Agard. "Do you want me to put the body make up on or can
you handle it yourself?"
"I'll do it," replied Kelly casually, rising to her feet and
surveying herself in the mirror. "If there are any spots I can't reach,
I'll yell for assistance." With a calm easy movement, the older woman
unzipped the housecoat and stepped out of it, stark naked!
Lynn's eyes almost popped from her head as she watched this hardened
older woman inspect her lushly voluptuous body in the mirror as if she
were alone in the room, apparently totally untroubled by Jon's presence.
Kelly had a sensuous body which could easily go to fat if she began to be
careless about her weight, but at the moment, her figure looked firm and
desirable, her enormous breasts heavily straining but not yet sagging and
her buttocks neat and trim from constant exercise.
"A couple more of these flicks, and then I'll retire and let you take
over, honey," she said to Lynn over her shoulder. "You've really got a
body worth looking at, and you're at least ten years younger than I am.
Here, let's have another drink."
Lynn's mind was going around in circles by this point and she numbly
nodded as the naked, full bodied woman turned away from the mirror and
mixed the two of them another pair of Bloody Mary's, even stronger that
the one which Lynn had made for herself a few minutes before. Jon was
preparing his make-up kit for the next job, and seemed to be completely at
ease in this small confined room with one woman totally naked and another
inadequately covered by her brassiere and panties.
"Okay, baby," he informed her bluntly, "Let's put a pretty face on
you. Wanna stand up?"
Lynn obediently rose to her feet, her hands shyly covering her
nipples since she knew that the brassiere she was wearing did very little
to conceal the lush ripe contours of her breasts.
"Shit, you do have a body on you!" he complimented her crudely,
stepping back to survey the unhappy embarrassed young woman. "I'm glad
Phil found you because we sure can use somebody with big tits like yours
and that nice neat little ass! Okay, get over here under the light
because they're gonna be banging on the door any minute now looking for
you two broads."
Lynn was on the point of protesting his vulgar language, but she
reminded herself that this was show business and a real professional
actress would be quite accustomed to this crude worldliness of the make-up
men and technicians. Also Kelly did not seem to mind, so she concluded
that Jon's behavior was probably not unusual. She presented herself under
the lights, finally deciding that it was childish to keep her hands over
her breasts like this and forcing herself to let her arms hang naturally
at her sides. Jon moved deftly into position and began painting her face.
Out of the corner of her eye, Lynn watched Kelly Agard squeeze a little
brown paste out of a tube and begin rubbing it vigorously all over her
body, paying particular attention to her sumptuous breasts and full,
shapely thighs.
"Keeps your skin from shining underneath the stage lights," she
explained casually to Lynn noticing the girl's curiosity. "You start to
sweat out there, and it shows up on the video-tape unless you get some of
this stuff on."
"But they're not going to see you ... your breasts, surely," objected
Lynn, a little dismayed.
"Look, you broads can compare notes later," interrupted Jon with a
savage snarl. "Shut up, Kelly and let me put this stuff on her before I
have the boss crawling down my neck."
Mrs. Agard just giggled at this rudeness and Lynn fell silent, still
wondering why it was necessary to keep perspiration from showing on the
parts of the body which could never possibly be seen on television. Jon
quickly penciled a little color into Lynn's face and instructed her on the
way in which he wanted her to wear her hair. Then he presented her with
another tube of body make-up, threw a small mysterious bag on the table,
and departed without further explanation!
"What's this?" asked Lynn innocently, picking up the bag and
wondering if it were intended for her, frankly happy that the irascible
make-up man had finally left them in peace.
"Your costume's in there," explained Kelly in an offhanded manner.
"Put it on now and we'll see if they have to make any last minute
adjustments. Millie, the girl who got sick, wasn't as big in the tits as
you are, and we might have to let something out somewhere."
Thunderstruck, Lynn opened the bag and dumped the contents on the
table. Her costume consisted of two pieces, made mostly of rhinestones
and designed to cover just the nipples over her breasts and the hair-
covered triangle of her pubic zone. Everything else showed! Lynn took
one horrified look at the outfit and quickly finished her drink.
"Kelly! I can't ... I mean I couldn't possibly ..." she began to
stammer unhappily, but the older woman cut her off with a gay laugh and
poured the two of them their third drink of the evening. Feeling the
desperate need to get control of her nerves, Lynn gratefully accepted the
offering and swallowed half of it in one quick gulp.
"No problem, baby," Kelly assured her, now sounding a little drunk,
"it's really no worse than a bathing suit, is it? Come on, this is the
twentieth century, and anyway, you're going to be a hell of a lot better
dressed than I will."
"What do you mean," cried the young wife, now seriously worried about
what she had gotten herself into. "What are you going to be wearing?"
"Exactly what I'm wearing right now," smiled Kelly Agard calmly,
examining her naked lust-inciting body in the mirror. "What kind of a
film did you think this was, anyway?"

* * *

"All right, everybody, let's try and pay attention and see if we
can't get this right the first time and save ourselves a couple of tapes.
The sooner we get it done, the sooner we can all get home to bed," the
director growled at the company. Phil Agard was moving rapidly around the
room checking all his equipment to make absolutely sure that the shooting
would be right the first time at least from the technical point of view.
The cameramen, acting as if they had heard this kind of speech before,
were making last minute adjustments to the television cameras which would
record the scene on tape as well as screen it through a series of
television monitors which had been set up in strategic locations just off-
camera. No one seemed to be paying much attention to Lynn for which the
frightened, half-naked young woman was grateful. Before leaving the
sanctuary of the dressing room, she had managed to locate a large bath
towel and wrap it around herself as a partial temporary protection against
the lustful gazes of the actors and camera crews. Naturally, she knew in
the back of her head that the moment was fast approaching when she would
be forced to take off the comforting protection of the towel and expose
her nearly naked body to the lecherous eyes of every man in the room, but
the quantity of alcohol she had imbibed had had its desired effect, and
the young housewife was having difficulty in concentrating, finding that
her head was swimming slightly in a pleasant alcoholic fog.
"Okay Rick, in position!" ordered Lenny the gruff, scowling director,
and a handsome young man wearing only a loin cloth moved out from the
sidelines and took his place on the set, standing next to what was clearly
intended to be an elaborate royal throne. The actor named Rick was a
tall, slender, and extremely handsome young man with a broad muscular
chest and extraordinarily light blue eyes. There was something about the
easy confident way he moved, coupled with his striking animal sexuality
which made it impossible for Lynn to take her eyes off him.
"Right, now you know the sequence, kid, so try not to screw up!"
warned the director in the same aggressive bullying tone. "You stand next
to the throne at attention and when the queen comes in you bow real low.
Remember, you're a miserable slave, and you ain't never been anything but
a stupid slave and this lady can have your head chopped off anytime she
feels like it, so you're respectful, right? Okay, as soon as Kelly gets
her queenly ass on that throne, she nods at you and you serve her a drink
from that tray, right? She takes the drink and downs it, but she's still
hot so she stands up and has you take off her robe, remember? After that
you know what to do. Okay, let's see if we can get through the sequence
without somebody dropping their false teeth. Slave girl? Where the hell
is the fucking slave girl?"
"I'm here," she volunteered weakly as the director glared furiously
in her direction.
"She's new at this," advised Phil Agard from behind the camera.
"Take it easy on her Lenny, okay?"
"All right, all right," moaned the ill-tempered director. "Why
didn't you tell me this was going to be amateur night? Look honey, that
big handsome slave up there is your boyfriend and you don't wanna share
him with anyone, including the queen, but she can chop your head off just
as easy as pie, so when she starts fucking around with your man, you ain't
in a position to protest, got it? But that don't mean you can't look mad
once in awhile. And that's all you gotta do, stand there and look
irritated, and we'll get you an Oscar. Now get out of that stupid fucking
towel and stand on the other side of the throne!"
This was the moment Lynn had been dreading with all her heart, and
for an instant she asked herself why in the world she didn't tell this
foul mouthed, cigar chomping idiot what he could so with his stupid video-
tape and walk out of the studio. Then she caught a glimpse of Phil
watching her very carefully from behind the camera, and she knew that if
she lost her head and cost him a night's delay, he would find some way to
get even with her. He could even fire Matt, despite the fact that good
cameramen were hard to find, or worse, he could tell her husband about her
past and thus destroy her marriage.
No, she was in it now and there was no way out, even if it meant
absorbing some embarrassment. Well, as Kelly had said, it was no worse
than being in a bikini ... well actually, it was a good deal worse. Her
brown pointed little nipples were barely concealed by this ridiculous
costume and it gave her no support whatsoever, so that every time she
moved, her firmly upthrust breasts bounced provocatively in such a way
that all the men in the room could see them jiggling up and down on her
chest. And from the bellybutton on down, she was in even worse shape.
Supported by a slender golden chain which ran around her waist, there was
a triangular shaped jeweled shield which inadequately covered her pubic
zone, but the full fleshy half-moons of her buttocks were left exposed and
perfectly naked.

ENTER
TEEN STEAM

But it had to be done and everyone was looking at her expectantly, so
she quickly dropped the protective towel on a nearby chair and walked to
the other side of the throne, knowing that her face was reddening with
shame, but unable to do anything about it.
"Okay, let's roll 'em. Slaves, in position! Kelly make your
entrance!"
Realizing that she was on-camera, Lynn drew herself up into a
position of rigid attention, observing that Rick, the other slave-actor,
was doing the same. From the sidelines came Kelly, her hair done up
beautifully and looking as majestic and royal as any real queen. The
actress was wearing a long robe which covered her from shoulder to ankles,
and Lynn decided with a sigh of relief that the older woman had been
merely kidding about appearing stark naked before the cameras. After all,
what could they possibly do with a film involving a naked woman? Even her
own costume might pass on television as long as the television camera did
not focus directly on her and give the TV viewer the opportunity to
realize that the slave-girl was nearly stripped to the skin.
Kelly walked regally forward, turned slowly and seated herself
deliberately on the throne. For a moment, she simply rested, fanning
herself with her hand to indicate that she was suffering from the heat.
Then she nodded imperiously to Rich, the actor impersonating a male slave,
and he obediently went to a nearby table and presented his queen with a
golden goblet containing some clear liquid.
The older actress gulped it down greedily, but it was clear from her
expression that she was still feeling warm. With a slow deliberate
motion, she untied the strings holding her cloak together at the throat,
allowing the garment to fall open and reveal the deep mountainous swells
of her lushly tantalizing breasts. With a horrified shock, Lynn noticed
that she seemed to be wearing nothing underneath the cloak, and the
suspicion that this couldn't be a normal TV film crept quickly back into
her mind. But if this tape wasn't being made for broadcast on WRT-TV,
what was it for? Certainly Phil Agard could not hope to compete with the
big national network in New York City, and all of this was far too
expensive to be done for his private amusement.
But Lynn's scandalized contemplation was interrupted when Kelly rose
majestically from her throne, her eyes fixed on Rich and her hands pulling
the cloak away from her overheated stunning figure, thus destroying Lynn's
last illusions that they were involved in something even remotely legal.
This film had to be pornographic because the camera was only a few feet
away from where the actress stood smiling at her captive slave, and the
electric eye of the mechanism could hardly fail to be picking up the
lascivious patch of softly curling brown hair which masked the entrance to
her vagina, and the rounded heavy spheres of her shamelessly exposed
breasts, all things which no television station in the world would ever
dare exhibit to the old ladies and little kids who tuned in after dinner.
"I am warm!" Kelly announced in queenly tones, glancing at Rich with
a superior air. "Remove my cloak, please."
Sending a nervous glance at his girlfriend, Lynn, Rich made haste to
do as he was told, stepping around behind the queen and gently removing
the robe from her shoulders. When he returned to his original position,
Lynn had to fight to keep an expression of surprise from showing on her
face: Kelly was, as she had promised, stark naked, but this public display
of nudity did not seem to bother her in the slightest, in fact, she gave
every indication of enjoying it thoroughly, running her hands sensuously
over the satiny naked flesh of her voluptuously well developed body. But
the queen was still not satisfied.
"I do not like to be naked when a man is clothed in my presence," she
ordered calmly. "Disrobe!"
No, no, Lynn was crying inside her head. This can't be true, but the
slave bowed submissively and unsnapped the loin cloth which covered his
groin, tossing it calmly to one side and facing the queen just as naked as
she!
Lynn took a gulp of air when she saw Rrch's genitals so unexpectedly
revealed, and the director frowned at her menacingly, but did not stop the
scene. The man's thick white penis was still in the relaxed state, but
even dangling tranquilly between his legs, the frightened young housewife
could see why Rich was able to specialize in this kind of film. He was
huge!
And inexperienced as she was, Lynn could see that the 'slave' was not
going to be able to remain unamused forever. His long thick cock was
already quivering and jerking slightly as if he were feeling the
excitement of being naked in front of this stunningly sensual woman, and
fighting a losing battle for self-control.
Nor was Kelly giving him any help. Her narrowed eyes fastened on the
lust-inciting spectacle of his massive sexual organ, she walked
deliberately toward him, a lewd grin on her face.
"Does my slave dare to become excited in the presence of the Queen?"
she asked him softly. "I command you to control yourself, or I will
summon the royal surgeon and require him to remove the cause of the
difficulty!"
The slave was obviously unsure whether the monarch was kidding him or
not, but the seriousness of the threat had its effect upon his face. But
the Queen was apparently supposed to be something of a sadist, for she
clearly had no intention of allowing her slave to remain unaroused for
long. By pre-arrangement, Rich was standing with a pillow at his feet,
and Kelly dropped gracefully to her knees before him. Rich struggled to
keep his eyes straight and steady, but his internal torment was clear.
"Let me see how well disciplined a slave you are," muttered the queen
sadistically, her soft feminine hands reaching up to take his slowly
swelling cock between her delicate fingers. To Lynn's startled eyes, it
looked like a woman holding a baseball bat! Iron discipline or not, this
direct sexual provocation was obviously too much for the young handsome
actor, and his massively awakening penis slowly began a steady inexorable
rise as Kelly tormentingly manipulated it between her hands, stroking and
massaging the thick heavy shaft and blowing on it gently with her full wet
lips ovaled.
I don't believe this is really happening! Lynn was trying to
convince herself that this was really only a bad dream, struggling to
maintain her composure. She would have like to dash from the set, but
basically she was intimidated not only by the Agard's and what they could
do to her life, but also by the fearsome snarling director who really
looked capable of dismembering anyone who ruined one of his scenes.
But meanwhile, this sexual drama was becoming more torrid by the
moment. Rich had achieved a massive erection despite the fact that he was
still standing rigidly at attention, his eyes straight ahead and obviously
trying to give the impression that all of this was not really happening.
Below him on her knees, the queen continued to torment her helpless
slave, cradling his large swaying balls in her hands with an amused
expression on her face, and rubbing the thick leathery foreskin back and
forth over the fat bulbous head of his mighty cock, exposing to the tele-
camera's prying eye the blood-engorged gland.
"Your majesty ..." the slave began hesitantly, but the words stuck in
his throat as Kelly slowly but surely drew his massively pulsating
instrument closer and closer to the red glistening surface of her parted
wet lips, at the same time carefully pushing the foreskin back as far as
it would go.
Lynn was frozen in a state of absolute panic. This was the same
indecent animalistic act which Agard had urged upon her during their last
night together. It had shocked her so much then that she had broken up
their love affair and married a different man. Could it be that Kelly was
actually going to do it in the presence of all these people, to be
recorded in video-tape?
In another half-second, her question was answered for her ... in the
affirmative! With a contented purr, the sexually aggressive actress
trailed the soft moistness of her lips across the flat muscular plane of
his stomach, coming nearer and nearer to the object of her interest.
Rich's eyes rolled back in his head as her hot lizard-like tongue darted
out tormentingly, flickering at the hardened moist surface of his cock and
causing his hips to jerk involuntarily. Despite her horror at the
perversity and obscenity of the situation, Lynn found that she could still
admire the acting skill of the two participants in this lewd drama. In
her mind, she was half-convinced that Rich was terrified of being
emasculated by the Royal Surgeon, and Kelly was really a lusty savage
queen.
Rich jerked again and now there was no question that this queen was
closing in on him and actually intended to commit this sordid depraved
act. Lynn had overheard men joking about 'blowjobs' but it had never
occurred to her that she would ever witness such a thing under such
morally corrupted circumstances. But Kelly had gone too far now to have
any thought of backing out.
"You have been a disobedient servant," she informed the trembling
male slave, her voice now unnaturally low and husky with gathering
passion. "For your punishment, I am going to suck you dry!" And with a
sudden skillful lunge, he head dropped forward, one hand snaking around
behind his back to hold the man's strong flexed buttocks while the other
hand circled his long thick hardness. With a sadistic chuckle, the woman
parted her wetly glistening lips and enclosed the head of his cock in the
warm sanctuary of her mouth.
Lynn swallowed nervously as she watched with horrified fascination,
uncomfortably aware that the sexuality of the scene was spreading quickly
around the room like an epidemic of some incurable disease. Behind the
camera, Phil Agard adjusted his pants awkwardly to hide the almost painful
erection which had been provoked by what was happening before his eyes.
Lynn realized that her own little bud-like nipples were expanding
inexorably and uncontrollably, trying desperately to poke through the
tightly woven fabric of her costume. To her shame, she also felt the
orgiastic juices in her body--still seething from her earlier self-
arousal--were beginning to flow, dampening the smooth creamy flesh between
her firmly trembling thighs, despite the fact that she kept assuring
herself mentally that all of this was sinful and depraved.
But Kelly was paying no attention to anything except the business at
hand, sucking away energetically as if her life depended upon it, and Rich
was slowly losing what there was left of his self-control, his hips
beginning to jerk back and forth convulsively as the woman's tongue lashed
his poor tormented cock into a lather of excitement. Lynn watched,
hypnotized, as Kelly's heavily quivering breasts jiggled and danced on her
heaving chest while her head bobbed up and down over the man's wildly
pulsating cock. Her hands on his iron-hard buttocks, she was urging him
to move, to start pumping in and out of her, wanting him to treat her
delicately ovaled mouth as if it were simply another cunt which could be
fucked and abused any way he wanted to. She was inviting him to pour the
hot sticky liquid from his loins deep into her throat and fill her mouth
with cum until she overflowed!
The slave had been slow to get the idea, but once he understood
precisely what his queen wanted, he went to work with rough enthusiasm,
his hands sliding into her long brown hair as he pulled her head back and
forth in front of him.
Rich groaned unintelligibly, making Lynn wonder for a moment whether
he was simply acting or whether this whole business was really starting to
get to him. After all, film or no film his hard thrusting cock was still
stuck brutally between the tightly-clasped lips of a real live woman who
was doing her damnedest to stimulate him to the utmost. Perhaps the two
of them had already forgotten that this whole scene had been organized by
Phil and Lenny; maybe they were ignoring the cameras and electric lights
and were now both lost in a private sexual fantasy world of their own
where Kelly was no longer a make-believe queen but a real one, and Rich
was not an actor doing a role but a slave!
As the depraved brunette actress sensed that she was winning her
obscene battle, Kelly intensified her efforts, sucking his massively
throbbing cock a little harder and moving forward to take as much of it
into her throat as possible. Lynn felt certain that she was going to
start gagging and choking any minute now, but miraculously she continued
to suck away on it happily with sounds of intense masochistic pleasure
erupting from her cock-stuffed mouth.
Deep inside the actor's body, great swirling clouds of heat were
building up as he looked down at the strained contorted face of the ripe
splendidly-built woman who was kneeling submissively at his feet. In the
back of his head, Rich knew perfectly well that this was merely a scene in
a dirty movie, and one for which he could expect to be well paid, but like
every good actor, the young man had the capacity to forget about reality
while he was making a film or a video-tape and lose himself completely in
whatever part he was supposed to be playing.
The hard-bodied, handsome young actor was not in the slightest
embarrassed at the idea of having this perverse sexual act performed upon
him in the presence of another woman and a dozen other men; in fact, he
had very nearly forgotten about them. All he could think about at the
moment was the searing burning sensation caused by his semen as it started
to work its way out of the depths of his nakedly pumping body, moving
slowly at first and then much faster and rushing explosively down through
his testicles and out the long narrow channel in his wildly jerking penis.
He gasped as the spasm hit him with all its force, tightening his
grip on Kelly's head out of some wild irrational fear that she would pull
away from him just as his churning hot cum swamped her mouth, spoiling
everything just when he wanted it to be perfect. The heated white cum
spurted out of him in long powerful waves, apparently destined to go on
forever, but the lust-stricken brunette actress made no attempt to avoid
her degenerate fate.
Indeed, Kelly gave every indication of enjoying it enormously, and
Lynn watched with dumbfounded amazement as the older woman sucked wildly
away as he came brutally into the warm wetness of her open throat, her
Adam's Apple bobbing furiously as she endeavored to swallow every drop of
the lust-inciting fluid he was pumping so ruthlessly into her mouth.
Coughing a little as she choked on the sperm, hums and mewls of slavish
masochistic pleasure emerged from the queen's cum-filled mouth.
As she had threatened to do, Kelly had sucked her disobedient servant
dry, but it was clear to everyone that she had not quite finished with him
yet. Lynn's poor mind went into orbit as she realized that this was not
the end of this torrid depraved drama, but that there was to be a second
act which would begin almost as soon as the first had finished. Kelly
never let up for a minute, persistently continuing to run her lithe active
tongue over his jerking, slowly-deflating instrument until she had cleaned
away the last remnants of hot sticky cum, but the kneeling actress
obviously was still far from satisfied.
Using her hands skillfully, the heavy breasted woman began to chaff
his poor tired cock, pulling the skin back as far as it would go and
exposing all of the red palpitating gland to the torments of her wetly
lashing tongue. Lynn could see the surprise on Rick's face as his
exhausted penis began to react once again to the intensity of the
stimulation she was giving him, struggling to rise one more time despite
the fact that he had just finished a powerful body-shaking orgasm.
And he was going to make it! Bit by bit, the long heavy shaft of the
actor's manhood rose to the challenge, straightening and hardening once
again until it stood tall and proud before him, precisely as if he had not
had a sexual experience in a month.
"Now, that you have learned your lesson, slave," Kelly grinned at
him, traces of his sticky white cum still clinging to her lips, "I will
give you the opportunity to please your queen. Perhaps if your little
friend watches carefully, she will learn how a monarch is to be treated,
and I will hand her over to the king for further lessons!"
Lynn blanched at this direct reference to her and noticed that the
television camera was focused on her face to record her reaction. She
looked horrified at the notion of being handed over to anyone, which was
apparently appropriate for the scene they were supposed to be playing
since even the sinister director managed to smile sympathetically in her
direction.
"Come!" commanded the queen, lying back on the floor with her legs
lasciviously parted and her arms stretched out invitingly. "Come and show
me that you are worth more than a life of slavery. Make me happy and you
win your freedom! "
His manhood fully restored, Rick wasted no time in complying with
this depraved order, dropping quickly to his knees between her widely-
spread legs and allowing his muscular young body to fall forward on
Kelly's full ripe breasts.
"Oh, that feels so nice!" the queen commented as his nakedly powerful
body crushed into hers, pinning her helplessly to the floor. Now there
was no longer any question of queen and slave, but the age-old picture of
man dominating woman, and the television camera zoomed in to study their
two lewdly writhing bodies as they sprawled and grappled on the floor like
a pair of wildly rutting animals. Kelly's fingernails trailed ruthlessly
across the broad expanse of his back, but if Rick noticed the discomfort,
he gave no visible sign of it. Instead, he expertly slid his hands
beneath the two flaccid half-moons of her buttocks, lifting her clear off
the floor with his bulging biceps and gracefully gliding his massively
erect cock into her warmly inviting vaginal crevice as if they had
rehearsed this bizarre movement for months.
Rick was taking his time, letting the cameras follow his every
movement as he ran the heavy, red-tipped rod of his glistening penis
torturously up and down the length of her widespread cuntal slit, knowing
that this lecherous maneuver was turning her on and taking the opportunity
to torment this haughty queen and pay her back for all the humiliations
she had heaped upon him.
Nor was Kelly slow to react. Her ripely rounded buttocks were
rotating around in desperate circles while her smooth creamy thighs locked
around the back of his hard muscular thighs, as if she were trying to
force him into her shamelessly aroused body by brute force.

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