Dear Diary, I spent yesterday having sex on film and it was fantastic.
Mommy and daddy were out of town on a business trip, and I was left all alone at home. But being a rich 18 year old, I had a few ideas about what I could get up to. Of course, this mainly involved me fulfilling all my deepest, naughtiest sexual fantasies. So I gave my director buddy Michael a call, to see if he could get me involved in any of his movies.
The studio that Michael brought me to was in actual fact, a mansion. I had never seen anything like it before. It rested right up in the Hollywood hills, and was the color of an ochre sunset. As I walked through the endless rooms, I noticed each room was furnished with what I imagined to be incredibly expensive works of art and furniture, all kept in spotless conditions. My house was big, but this was ridiculous! From the windows I could see a vast, green expanse outside. Rolling hills, with women and children playing under the bluest of skies.
Michael escorted me into his office with two large bodyguards. The room in itself would have been bigger than my entire apartment back home, and infinitely cleaner. A maid was dusting a desk next to the window, and upon seeing me, closed the blinds to the window.
“Taylor, we are always very excited to have such a beautiful, younger girl in our films. The film industry in LA is indescribably large, much larger than anywhere else. If you want to have any staying
power over here, you need to be versatile.”
“Versatile?”
“That’s right, a director needs to be able to know you are willing to do anything to get the perfect shot.”
“So in that case, what do I do?” I asked.
“Taylor, you need to be willing to stay true to any role.”
I gulped with ecstasy, I knew what he meant. I was curious to see what was going to happen.
“What role am I auditioning for?”
“You will be auditioning for the role of mobster’s slave, in my upcoming film This Mob Life. What I’m looking for, is complete commitment to the role. I don’t want you to act as a slave, I want you to be a slave. Do you understand?”
“...I understand.”
A smile escaped his lips. “Very well, let’s begin.”
I sensed a large figure behind me. I turned my head to notice that it wasn’t one, but in fact, two tall figures. The bodyguards who had escorted me into the room were now standing next to me.”
Michael addressed me in an overbearing and commanding voice. “Taylor, the man to your right, he will be playing the part of Mobster in this audition, and the man to your left, will be playing his jealous brother.”
Without hesitation, the Mobster placed one hand on the arch of my back and one hand behind my shoulders and brought me closely in to him. His lips were thick and the color of dark chocolate.
“Taylor, the mobster is madly in love with you, even though you are a sex slave, who has been offered to his younger brother, to keep the mob happy. The mobster will marry another girl, but before he does, he wants to show his brother that he is more of a man than he will ever be. And so begins his displays of dominance!”
The mobster arched forward and pressed his lips into mine. His strength and hold on my frame was so overbearing that at first I was scared and intimidated by his grasp, that I was hesitant to kiss him back. But I knew that I need to prove to Michael that I could play this position. I wanted to make my mark on the world. I unfurled my arms and pressed them into the mobster’s wide back and joined in his kiss. My tongue slipped its way into his mouth and we began passionately consuming each other. I smiled as he began to nibble my lips and I tilted my head to accommodate him more fully and openly.
“Very good Taylor, but the mobster’s brother ain’t happy! Brother, give your orders.”
The Mobster’s brother announced his orders in a booming voice.
“My slave, get away from my brother! Get over here and give me what I need!”
I sauntered across to the mobster’s brother. I stood before him and recalled the face I had made whilst in the airplane. I approached him open eyed and with bottom lip bitten, as if to say do with me what you wish, master. The mobster’s brother was taller and even more imposing than the mobster. He bent forth over me with burning eyes. He paused before me, and ran his head down to the nape of my neck, peppering me with deep delicious kisses. The cool air washed over where he had kissed me, and I buzzed with desire. The brother brought his lips along the curve of my neck to my collarbone. After some time, he stopped, and commanded again.
“Now, my slave, get undressed!”
“...Very well master.”
Michael huffed in satisfaction. I was his sultry cougar investment, and he was going to profit.
I turned to face the brother, sliding the string bands from my shoulders. As I looked deep into his eyes, my face took on a submissive look, and I pulled the top above my head, throwing it onto the floor. My golden hair was flowing in sheets across the shores of my back and chest. It flirted with the matching pink lace bra that cupped my milky breasts. I unbuttoned my jeans and tossed them next to my top, revealing my underwear to the three men and the maid, who was now watching as well. The brother’s eyes lit up. They were seething coals of hunger, peered toward my firm and heaving breasts. As his eyes crept down my body, they came to rest upon my inner thighs. He let out an audible exhalation when it became clear he could see the damp stain on my lace panties. Not only was it well demarcated from the airplane incident, but new layers of wetness had been added to it since enacting my role as slave. Regardless of what I thought about the situation, it was becoming very clear that my body was reacting positively to the experience. My nipples had become stiff and erect, and were now etching and pressing on the inside of my bra. I unhooked it, and threw it on the pile of clothes.
I looked at the brother, passing my fingers over my breasts. “Would you like me to continue master?”
He nodded and I hooked the bands of my underwear in my fingers and slid it down over my thighs, past my calves, until it was resting on the floor. I stepped out of it, and looked into the eyes of the brother, which were now roaring flames. His chest was throttling in inhalation and exhalation at my pure form.
As I was staring into his eyes, I felt a warmth behind me and realized that it was the Mobster. His warm breaths gathered near my ear and he placed his hands onto my shoulders.
Michael spoke. “Taylor, the Mobster is your lover! You must prove to him that you love him! You are only acting out the orders of his brother because you are a slave to him, but it is the Mobster that you love!”
I had to prove to the Mobster that I loved him. I turned around to face a completely naked mobster. In my undressing, I had completely lost sight to his movements and sounds. His chest was chiseled granite and he was rippling with desire. His long shaft pointed straight toward me with lust. I looked the Mobster in the eyes and let out a whisper. “I’m yours forever.”
I planted kisses on the Mobster’s firm chest. Every time I took him into my lips, I slid down closer and closer to his throbbing member. I edged to the left side of him, and kissed down to his thigh, right next to his shaft. His biceps were wrought with desire and fixed in a clench. I realized that I had never seen a member in such a close-up before. I edged closer with my lips until I made a sharp turn along his skin, pressing onto his rod. I looked up at him with doe-like eyes before taking him into my mouth in completeness.
I brought him into my mouth, bringing him as far in as he would go. I could feel him pressing at the back of my throat and I began to gag. Slips of saliva came from my mouth, but I wasn’t distracted. I knew that I had to prove to the Mobster that I loved him. I made my way up and down the entirety of his cock in crescendoing gulps. I lashed my tongue at his head, tasting it in delicious swirls. With him in my mouth, I was overcome with the ebbing need to fulfill my master’s wish. I was his, and I loved him. There was only one way I could show him that. I clasped my hands around his thighs and brought myself into him in great thrusting motions. The mobster was letting out heavy breaths with each thrust and from the tension in his thighs, I could tell he was about to release himself into me. Overcome with desire, I brought my fingers down to my own bare wetness, and circled across my clit in voracious sweeps. Almost instantaneously, I spasmed in orgasm. From the curling of my toes to the puckering of my lips, my whole body was encapsulated in an unknown sexual flurry. This increased sexual energy tore through my every cell and electrified myself in hormonal fury. I pressed down firmly onto my mound, and began taking the Mobster into my moist lips with even more intensity. He ran his fingers into the sheets of my hair, pulling them like reins, throttling my head up and down along himself. I sucked and gagged in moanful glory until the Mobster released his imperious seed into my mouth. Milky jets, flowing hot like magma entered my mouth into the back of my throat in indulgent streams. I lapped at his load until I only lapped at my own saliva. I slowly edged myself off the Mobster, milking him for every last drop of seed.
“Excellent Taylor! Excellent!”
I had done it. I had proved my worth, my love, to the mobster and to Michael. I stood up, wiping my lips with my fingers. I let my nakedness, and my figure be presented to the room. To the satisfied Mobster, and the brother, seething with sexual desire.
“What now?” I asked.
“Well Taylor, now we film.”
***
Michael brought me outside the mansion into a glistening white courtyard, filled with ornamental fountains and pristine palm trees. I was covered in a robe that cushioned and pressed my breasts, and ended at my thighs. The courtyard itself was immense in size, and was holding a large group of people in it dressed in finely made pinstripe suits.
“In Hollywood, the ensemble performance is really undervalued, Taylor. There are 20 people here, who were hoping you’d have the right stuff.”
From where I stood before the fountain, cohorts of men and women were flurried amongst the backdrop. All shades of grey and black punctuated my vision. The faint outline of a much bigger man was also present, but I could not tell who it was.
Michael turned to the crowd who were sitting patiently, he announced. “Everyone! This is Taylor! She has what it takes. She is going to play the part of the mobster’s slave!”
A cacophony of cheer erupted from the crowd. The people became highlighted with the whites of smiling teeth and the glint of hopeful eyes, and I knew that I wasn’t only fulfilling my dreams of becoming a movie actress, I was also helping this group of struggling actors. I wasn’t only the mobster’s slave, I was the people’s slave.
“Very well,” said Michael. “Let’s begin, shall we? Taylor, you’ll be standing right before the fountain here. The scene that is going to take place is the final scene. It is a scene of revenge. After the Mobster’s brother has claimed you as his own, you are forced to live a life as his sex slave. But the Mobster’s brother wants to prove to the Mobster that his slave will never be the same again. She will never have the sweet virginal innocence that the Mobster once found so appealing in her.”
Michael drew closer to me and addressed my ears only.
“Taylor, now this is very important. This scene, it is very expensive, it involves a huge amount of people, who have worked day and night to get everything ready. Therefore, if we are going to do it, we need your word that you are going to absolutely commit to the role. What you’ve given me so far has been extraordinary. But this next scene will involve even more pleasure, but also more pain.”
“I’ll do it!”
Michael smiled. “She’ll do it everyone! Let’s begin at once!”
I stood there anxiously before the fountain. When Michael uttered the word Action! The Mobster’s brother strode up to me wearing only a small robe around his waist. He too was impeccably chiseled, and his muscles rippled a golden chocolate color, glistening in the afternoon sun. As before, he stood over me and addressed me as his slave.
“Slave! You are not the Mobster’s lover any longer! You must do as I command.”
“I will do as you command, master.”
“Now bend before me, and take me as you took him!”
The Mobster was wheeled out into the shot, he was naked and tied at the wrists and ankles by ropes, fastened to an old wooden prop behind him. He attempted to struggle, but could do nothing but watch on as his brother unveiled his robe, bearing his undeniably large manhood.
As I had done with the Mobster, I began taking in the Mobster’s brother into my mouth. Its salty appeal tingled in my mouth and I was becoming overcome with hormonal surges. The shuttling on his shaft rocked and swayed my breasts and I could feel them struggle to break free from my robe. The Mobster’s brother let out a treacherous laugh, which bellowed and diffused among the on-looking gangsters in the background, who also began to laugh. His eyes pierced the Mobster’s and he began to address him.
“Do you see now? Do you see that she is mine! Do you see the way that she takes me in without disobedience, without thought?”
My hands had moved to the brother’s balls, and were softly squeezing them in massage. I licked the entirety of his shaft as it slid seamlessly through my mouth.
“Now, Mobster, let me show you something that she would have never done to you!”
The brother clasped underneath my chin in his firm hands, and pulled my head off his hefty shaft. He brought me alongside the tied up Mobster, and bent me forth so that my head was resting on his belly.
“Mobster, now only a slave separates us!”
The brother grasped the back of my thighs and angled them outwards in protraction. He grunted in animalism as he peered towards my veiled body. A rivulet of moisture had imprinted on the robe against my wetness, and the brother pressed at it with his finger. The sheathed digit pressed firmly amongst my body and I quivered. The brother then let out another guttural roar as he pulled the entirety of my robe off in one fell swoop. My breasts hung in the warm air, and my ass was exposed for the mobster, and the entirety of the crowd, who let out another cheer. This cheer however, seemed more primitive, more powerful than the last.
The hands of the brother pressed themselves deeply into the small of my back, and I arched forth, ready to take him deep inside me. At first, I felt nothing but the coolness of an afternoon breeze against my moisture, and then, I screamed. His burning pillar of manhood seared its way into my body, stretching and tearing at all the walls which surrounded it. As I convulsed in agony and pleasure, I noticed the Mobster’s cock beginning to fill and lift with a tremendous pace. The brother had seen it too, and gave out another command.
“Now, Slave! Take the Mobster’s piece in your mouth. That is all he will ever get from you. I however, get you in your entirety!”
I grasped the base of the Mobster’s shaft, and sucked on him with acute force. The rocking from the brother’s thrusts deep inside me moved my head back and forth over the Mobster’s shaft. The stretching was beginning to accommodate, and a flurry of ecstasy was writhing from my womb, and creeping to every facet of my body and soul. My skin pricked and tingled with immense sensitivity to the warmth of the brother’s hands, and the coolness of the air around him. I became aware of bouquets of colognes which graced the air. Most present of all, was the beacon of flesh which impressed itself into the deepest and innermost parts of myself, which took a hold of all my psyche and kept me transfixed on this imminent and intensely raw sexual act. My hips began to buckle and quake with his thrusts, and my ass began to press back against him when he pressed most forward. We were moving in perfect synchronicity, and this effect rippled onto my imbibing of the Mobster, who was trembling with pleasure now.
The inside of my womb could feel the brother’s flesh surging and engorging with anticipation. His thrusts became more asynchronous with my retorts, and he began pursuing me at his own, furious pace. His fingers pressed and grasped down with a lustful gravity, making imprints in my skin that would redden and swell. But I welcomed his fury, I welcomed his forcefulness and all my sensations imbued to characterize everything as perfect and divine. The pain and intensity, the quivering pleasure, it was all as it needed to be. Everything was perfect and providing so much more than just brief lust. This was art, this was life.
The brother’s hands pressed deep inside me, and he begun to bellow and roar. At the same time, the Mobster began to wail with a hallowed vesper. Both my womb and my mouth were filled with the swollen members, and in a glorious climax both men erupted and filled me at once with more burning seed. Strings of silky magma erupted and soaked the insides of my holes with their sweetness. The weight of seed entering me was too much for my body, and I became drunk with orgasm. My flesh writhed and convulsed in desire, my thighs spasming and my womb strangling the brother’s shaft. Out of pleasure, my lips wrapped themselves firmly around the Mobster in a vacuum, pulling every droplet from him.
The Mobster’s brother let out one final command.
“Brother. You and I have fought for too long. We forget that this slave is not even ours. It is his.”
Who was he?
***
The men pulled themselves from me and stood me upright. Gentle rivers of seed escaped my mouth and womb; a treacle trickling down my inner thigh. I noticed a large poker table being wheeled out before the fountain, and I was brought over to it and beckoned to lay down on it. The crowd began to pull glocks and semi-machine guns from behind their backs, and they let forth a deafening swell of mobster gunfire. Booming gunshots precipitated the soundscape, amongst men and women laughing and talking. With this, red roses began to flourish against the blue sky. The red flowers were being hurled by some of the ensemble and in an unending quantity that took on the character of a precocious sunset, hurtling forth through the sky. Some landed at my feet and on my stained body, and I wriggled in pleasure. I had become a mob goddess, I was the queen of the people and they were adorning me with their love. Through the sounds of music, I heard a rustling and a wheeling which quickly approached me. As I looked back over my shoulder, I noticed who he was, the beast that they referred to.
He was the godfather, he was a beast from another world. A humanoid form, with the stature of a giant bodybuilder, standing seven feet in the sky. His skin was a glowing black, and he was adorned in what seemed to be gangster tattoos along his rippled abdomen and shoulders. I also noticed that his fingers were long and thick like trunks. As he approached, the dense thuds of his weight shook the table underneath me and I flinched in a coquettish expectancy. He stood over me, his breaths were exaggerated, and entirely primitive. He was a beast of desire, a brute force imposing himself on to me. What could only be construed as a smile escaped the thickness of his lips, and he let out an animalistic roar. The Mobster and his brother held my arms against the table.
The weight of the two brothers ensured that I would not be able to escape what was about to happen. Looking up at the gargantuan man, the mist of his breath enshrouding me, I thought back to how I had gotten in this position in the first place. I had come here to get on camera, to be a film star, and now, that was coming true. Not only was I helping myself, but I was helping everyone in this film. And if I didn’t do it, who would? I opened my bright eyes at the monster, spreading myself wide to take him in fully and wholly. At this gesture, he let out a roar and banged on his chest. His huge member was as thick as an arm, and it pointed outstretched in my direction.
The man’s hands touched down on my feet and I was encased in a pressure I had never felt before. An overt crushing bore down on me, but somehow, I felt no pain, I felt no worry. I felt comforted.
The godfather bent down and kissed me, wrapping and sucking at my legs, edging further and further up my thigh, to the core of my womanhood. He sucked and spurted on my skin in tiny kisses that were impossibly bright and soft. It felt as if ten separate men were kissing the insides of my legs, and I was filled with orgasmic bliss. After what seemed to be an eternity of kissing pleasure, he sniffed and suckled his way to my mound. His lip’s wetness mixed with my wetness and the intensity of the kisses crackled the air with bloated bursts. The prickling of his suckle was controlled and deeply bizarre. It was unlike anything I had ever felt before and was strong enough to bring me to orgasm right there and then. With a supernatural sense, it was as if he could sense the vibrations from my moist slit, as he gathered around my engorged moistness, focusing his lashings and suckings onto it. His lips puckered and sopped around my hole and kept me contracted in orgasm.
Finally, one of the fingers crawled its way inside of my aching chasm. Deep inside, it felt as if it was enlarged and increasing its size, accommodating my every crevasse. It filled and stretched me, pushing against the warm contractions of my walls and pressing its every cell into mine. It undulated back and forth in perfect rhythm. It felt almost psychic, in its divine understanding of my womb, it could tell where I wanted to be pressed, and at what pressure and speed. I cried out in sexual agony and the crowd cheered.
The Godfather could sense my pleasure, but at the same time, he sensed that there was more that needed to be fulfilled. Something that I couldn’t see. I thought I had reached the threshold of satisfaction, of raw pleasure, but there was still more. The giant man wrapped one of his hands over my waist, his fingers encasing it completely like he was a corset. With his great strength he lifted me up, suspending me in the air, for the entire mob to see. The mob upon seeing this broke out into a cheer and let out celebratory gunshots. Below the grasp of the giant, I could his great column emerging from his loins. I knew what it was, it had the girth of a trunk. He pushed it towards my legs and it disappeared inside me.
The man then entered me in his entirety and erupted in exaltation. The people screamed in reverent cheer. The beast’s trunk pushed against not only my walls, but the hips and soft flesh which encased my womb. Every iota of my being was being stretched and pulled at from the inside from the engorged pillar. I ached and flitted in pain, but in these flits, I was suddenly overcome with what could only be described as nirvana. The world seemed to disintegrate into radiant sunbeams, that were bursting through the sky. I felt weightless and transformed from a woman, into a pure body, an object of holy desire. Pain still coursed through my body, but at the same time, it beat with divine pleasure that had been bestowed upon me by the godfather’s trunk. I let out a scream, which left my body in an opera of gratification. The trunk of the beast was pulsating and writhing back and forth deep inside me, and deep from within, I could feel the lashings of the beasts tongue, caressing my inner wetness, tickling what was most deep and forbidden, tickling things that only I had known.
In a clamor of sexual fury, the Godfather’s fingers crept into my mouth, filling it and stretching apart my lips just as my thighs were being stretched apart. Were lashing and licking and tasting my mouth. I choked and gagged. One hand trailed down along my breasts and squeezed my nipples in a rapture. The throttling of my body against his trunk sent my breasts upwards and downwards in plump oscillations.
As the cheer of the mob rose and crescendoed, the godfather’s breaths became even more powerful. His sculpted chest rose and fell, pushing the air around it out with such as force as to fan my hair back in waves. Suddenly, from deep within the giant man, a trembling arose, and the ground began to shake under his tremendous weight. The light in the sky flared and illuminated the people below. A heavy sound emerged from the godfather, which droned in a deafening din. At once, like nothing I had ever felt before, every facet of my womb was filled with a burning liquid. It was smooth and sweet, a combination of milk and honey, and it poured in endless quantities inside of me. I felt the godfather’s seed overflow from my lips and gush over the curves of my breasts, and course across the angles of my hips, down to my tender and aching chasm, a river which was flowing with bountiful gifts.
The crowd roared in a cheer and fine gunshots were strewn into the air. Michael screamed “Cut!” in an ecstatic cry and came to congratulate me. I however, was unconscious to all of the uproars of the people around. I lay on the card table, encircled in pools of seed, which were draping off its sides. I felt angelic and deified, suspended in orgasm that was gradually subsiding to a prickling of my nerves.
Michael came to stand next to me, his eyes were as golden as the sun, and he looked at me with a deep appreciative disposition.
“What you have done here today Taylor, is a tremendous feat. Not anyone could have done it. I hope you know that.”
I looked at him with new eyes. The eyes of a porn star, not merely a husband’s wife. And I spoke.
“When do we start the next film?”
The End