Story: The shooting Part 1

Broke. My head dropped on the table. Damn it. How could this have happened again? Why to me? In three days the rent was due, and I had no clue how I would be able to pay it, besides the many other bills and my overdrawn account. I only knew I desperately needed a drink. Fortunately, there was a nice bar around the corner.

Indeed I met Jack, a handsome young lad I would have given my attention even without his pleasant smile, patient ears and the generosity of a gentleman. When I had finished, he comforted me: "I am sorry to hear that. But hey, it's not the end of the world. You are young, and the world is full of opportunities. We just don't notice them all the time.", he dared to lift my chin just enough to meet his eyes, "Especially not while we are looking down." His smile won me over. "Alright.", I said, and we chuckled my sorrows away. Then he added: "Besides, maybe I have a solution for you. A shooting. Pays well for very few work. And you totally have the appearance. I can bring you in." I couldn't believe it. The solution to my problems just around the corner. I had always been realistic enough not to expect any shooting offers, but my look was indeed above average. Jack caught me considering it: "But I have to admit, maybe it's not something you want. I don't know how open you are." He made me curious. So there was a hook? "What do you mean?", I asked, and subsequently delivered some clarifying words, "Thanks for the offer. I appreciate it. Totally. But I work with my brain for a reason." Jack blushed like a boy caught without pants: "Yes, you got it. Well, no offense, but it is a nude shooting. I don't want to bring you into any ethics trouble. Everyone has principles. So a simple 'no' is entirely okay. I am sorry if I annoyed you." He smiled.

"Well," I said, "I am quite liberal.". I still considered it. As if Jack guessed my mind, he continued with some details: "Very soft pictures, a specific request for a premium site for exquisite customers. Kind of sugar-daddies. Stuffed wallets, low expectations. But all must be shiny and exclusive. Small niche. Nothing like the picture mass you find on any porn sites, especially not the free ones." I remained silent, still thinking it over. That didn't sound too bad after all, even plausible. Jack was nearly giving up on me: "Nevermind. I am sorry I brought it up. There are many other ways, trust me. There's enough work out there, and some even pay well. You will overcome your bad luck. I'd bet on that. Another drink on me?" He smiled. And I had finally made up my mind. "Yes, please. And don't be sorry. I am interested. Tell me more about it, please." A few drinks later Jack told me some things about the contract: "You have to be sure to do this. The crew for the shooting is very expensive. So there's a fifty thousand Dollar penalty if you don't deliver. That wouldn't help you at all. If you are sure, you can earn five thousand Dollars in no time." That would solve any issues immediately, I thought. Just a small piece of pride I had to swallow for it. I did use my appeal for solutions before, though not to that extent. "How quick can I get the money?", I asked. "Right after the job. As soon you sign the contract, I can gather the crew for the next day, and we can shoot. I have one with me." The very evening I signed it. I had roughly read the first two pages and then decided to trust Jack on the legal details. Judicial yadda yadda yadda, which I had had weather the time nor the nerves for.

The next day Jack picked me up in his roadster as agreed. The destination was a lonely house in the sunny hills, with a big garden and swimming pool. When we passed the crew, they looked up at me from their preparations. I didn't see a single woman among them. That moment I was proud of my hot body again, which gave me some confidence for the humiliating job. Even on a small website with paid access, there was still the chance my family would discover it some day, or a future husband. Or somehow it would make its way to the public, become famous or haunt me later in life.

Jack guided me into a laundry room. "Undress. Put your cloth in that box.", he told me. When I had finished, he locked the door and kept the key. "Let's get your make-up done." Jack surprised me by doing that himself. It didn't look bad, just a bit soo slutty for my taste. But they paid, so I shrugged it off. Then he led me into a big room with lots of stage lights around the center. The crew had moved the furniture to the walls, so there was plenty of space for the action. First I noticed the several video cameras. Three guys had mounted one and stood in the corners. Additional a table at the wall offered plenty of camcorders. I looked at Jack, who replied: "Told you it's professional. Now don't chicken out or you owe us fifty grand. Just get through with." He shouted into the room: "Action!" Seemed Jack was also the director.

I was a bit nervous and didn't know what exactly to do when all cameras pointed at me. "Hello, cutie. What's your name?", Jack started as an introduction. I replied with a spontaneous fake name, but then he revealed my full proper name. "Isn't it, huh? And didn't you sign a contract to get paid for this?", he insisted. "Yes.", I stuttered. I am not sure if I didn't even go pale, but it nearly knocked me off my feet. But Jack kept on: "Now move your ass. Turn around. You will do everything we tell you, or you owe us the penalty. Understood?". I nodded without a word. Now Jack talked more to the room, gave me only a brief glance with hateful eyes. "The stupid bitch didn't even read the contract." The other guys laughed. Jack didn't.

"Slap your ass, slut." I did it, but half-hearted. I had lost any enthusiasm I might have started with to get it done, and finally receive my money. Now the whole shooting looked like a big mistake, a huge disaster I was trapped in by the huge penalty fee. "Again, and harder, fuck meat. Do it how you like it." I swallowed my pride and did as Jack told me. Better to get it done and out of here as fast as possible. But it wasn't enough for him. He stomped towards me and slapped me right across my face. I could barely hold my balance. "Ouch! You hurt ...", I protested, but just earned myself another face slap from the other side. "Wanna quit, dumb slut? Wanna pay that fee?" A tear rolled down my red cheek. 'Fifty thousand dollar!', I thought. I never would pay off such amount of money. I gulped and answered with a shake of my head. "Get down on your knees, bitch!", Jack ordered. I did.

First Jack pulled off his shirt. He had a well-muscled torso with little hair. Unfortunately, such details were my least concern. I tried to look away, but my worries made me watch what might come my way. Then he dropped his jeans and boxer shorts and slipped them away. Under different circumstances, I might have been curious about his large, symmetric cock, but I seriously would have warned him to be cautious with that thing. Now I just pleaded: "No, please don't ...". But he just laughed and kept on: "Shut up bitch. Are you a good little cocksucker?". I dared to shake my head. Definitely, that was not my cup of tea. I had only done it once for a favor, and I hadn't liked it at all. Frankly, it was below my dignity.

The guys behind the cameras grinned as Jack stepped behind me and cuffed first my wrists and then my ankles. "Hey! Stop that!", I protested but didn't resist. "It's in the contract, baby. Next time you better read what you sign.", he replied. The guys around us chuckled. I looked down on the floor and wished it to be over. What had I gotten myself into? Then to my surprise Jack applied a serious grip around my neck and chin, forcing it open. In a second, I had a huge ring stuffed between my teeth, which he fixed around my head. I immediately felt the pressure on my jaws, felt the drool gathering in my mouth and threatening to drop out. But I couldn't swallow, at least it was hard without being able to close my lips. "Time to show you the real purpose of your mouth hole. Or should I rather say throat?", said Jack as he went around. The laughter around us reminded me that several guys filmed the scene for publication. My neighbor came to my mind. I imagined he'd be watching this clip and jerk off to it. It felt as if he was around me right here, thinking what a slut I was. My shame was interrupted by Jack's stiff cock, which he pushed right through the gag with one forceful thrust, pulling my head against it with both hands. He forced it right into my throat and moaned, while I gagged on it, instantly starting to cry tears. I couldn't breathe. He kept it there for some seconds before he began to pull it out only to ram it right back in. Here I was, being face-fucked right in front of a dozen cameras. Soon enough the pain from his large, long boner hitting the same spots again and again, and stretching my throat, started to distract me. Besides that I could only breathe for fractions of a second did exhaust me. When Jack paused for a moment, I inhaled and exhaled deeply and desperately. My salvia ran all over my body. Then he continued, giving me only as few breaks necessary not to faint and collapse. From the background, the other guys cheered him on: "Fuck that skull. Go, Jack, go!"

With a big moan, Jack stopped, resting his member in my throat. I gagged, but he held a tight grip. I swallowed, several times. I couldn't breathe at all. My hands struggled against the cuffs. My body shook in need of air until it slowed down. Then Jack pulled out and let me drop to the floor, breathing heavily. That must have been it. He probably came right into my stomach. This way I didn't have to taste his cum at least. Oh my, thankfully the whole shooting was going to be over the very next minute. Fucking five thousand dollars. I did it.


Part 2