The Porn Shoot

Chapter One

Wow, those were words I never thought I would type. Those who have read my previous adventures or who follow me on this site (thank you), may have me down as open to anything, but my public nudity has always been in safe places or where I can't be recognised. When I have been caught, it has sometimes been to my advantage with a fabulous photoshoot in a hotel bar in front of the barman or ending with a surprise threesome as it did with the Waitress and in the Changing Room.

I am absolutely not shy about getting kit off, I am proud of my body and enjoy showing it off; but these have always been strictly amateur and private -- I do not want colleagues at work where I am a senior manager to know what I get up to or, worse, see my pussy in all its glory and moist openness. However, here I was about to get fully naked and open for a top shelf magazine and it's website -- yes that's right, I would be naked in the pages in-between (as the J Geils band sang on Centerfold) with a longer set on the website and a very explicit video for subscribers. So how on earth had I got myself into this one.

As has happened before, Amy started it off, although completely innocently this time. She sent me a Whats App note which simply said she was meeting a new friend for lunch, I would probably be interested to meet her, would I like to join them. I was intrigued; Amy knows me well enough that she would not invite me unless it was up my street. A further exchange elicited the fact that Liz was the Editor in Chief of a range of top shelf Men's Magazines. She had just moved into Amy's village and had been recommended to meet Amy through a mutual contact. I love porn and was interested in meeting a female in the industry, so I freed myself up and duly turned up to a smart restaurant in town to meet them. Amy and Liz were already there in the bar with a large gin and tonic each and one waiting for me. Liz was a smartly dressed middle aged woman, of slim build with an attractive, intelligent face. After introductions and some general background chat I asked her the question we were both bursting to ask -- How did she get into editing porn magazines and what was it like?

"I have been working in Magazines for 30 years and been an Editor for 25," she said, "It's a cutthroat industry and I have been down in the trenches against a number of men over the years and generally won out. I was asked by the publisher if I could come in and review what they were doing. They were struggling against the easy availability of online porn and wanted to see if there was a way forward for physical magazines and subscription publishing or if they should start getting out. Initially this was on a consultancy basis. The world I entered is actually not much different from most of the rest of the magazine publishing world -- the magazines each have their house style to appeal to a particular demographic and stick rigidly to that. The girls chosen, the quality of the sets, the stories and articles are all chosen to reflect that audience and so each finds it's market and there is a plethora of magazines with subtle style differences. I was not offended by the content, but I felt it could be done better, such that the range of magazines could be reduced. I also recognised that a large percentage of the world's population is not considered -- they are not reflected in the demographic and style decisions. If women like porn, and I know many do, they get what is offered to men. I put a range of proposals to the publisher, covering everything from general efficiencies in publication, changes to the ranges to avoid duplication, linking the content better to the website and making the website and its subscription model a more attractive offer against the free porn sites. I also spoke to them about how important it was to be engaging to women."

"They offered me the fulltime job, agreed to many but not all of my proposals, but gave me carte blanche to take it forward." At this she smiled warmly at us both.

"I have been looking at the challenge of how to make porn more attractive to women, but it is difficult to get people to discuss it. When I moved into the village, I initially avoided mentioning what magazines I edit as I've found this tends to colour peoples view of me, but I guess it came out in a conversation with Sally and Clive who are my next-door neighbours. We were very drunk one evening and I confessed to my role, and they confessed to being swingers! Whilst I politely let it be known that my husband and I would not be partaking, I did ask them about it. They wouldn't tell me much, but did give away that Amy was the organiser as well as being a single woman -- I believe you are a referred to as a unicorn -- and suggested that anything I wanted to know about sex I should talk to you." She smiled warmly at Amy, who had flushed bright red and buried her head in her hands.

"So, ladies, lunch is on me, but you have to sing for your supper, I want to hear any thoughts you have about introducing more women to porn. To start, Mori, Amy has brought you along, how do you fit into this?"

"We share similar interest in sex, and she helped me organise the swingers sex party and was the first one naked," blurted Amy, enthusiastically, "and what she can do with three vibrators is impressive to watch......"

Amy tailed off and looked at me slightly embarrassed, as I rolled my eyes at Liz, who had raised her eyebrows at this.

"There is a bit more to me than that," I smiled to cover Amy's embarrassment, "I enjoy sex, enjoy getting naked in safe places or safely in public places and enjoy reading pornography, although like you, I am not sure it fully meets most women's needs. This is why I write sexually explicit material as a hobby and have currently 18 or so pieces published. As Amy says, I do like being photographed naked too and have a portfolio of professional and amateur shots. I came along today at Amy's invite because I thought it would be fascinating to talk to someone in the industry, particularly a woman."

"Gosh," said Liz, raising another elegant eyebrow, "I appear to have lucked out in finding the experts." Here she smiled warmly again. "I would love to have a look at your stuff to see how it matches or differs from what we publish, but let's go through and eat."

We headed into the restaurant, where we ordered a light lunch and a bottle of wine. As we sat waiting for the wine to arrive, I gave Liz details of how to find me on Literotica and passed her my phone, to look through the pictures that had been taken during Dani's Hen party, including some of the group ones showing Amy and Dani too. As Liz flicked through them, I noticed the waiter hovering behind her, looking from my phone in her hand and back to me. He blushed crimson when I blew him a kiss and hurried off.

As lunch arrived, Liz smiled again at us both and handed back my phone. "So, ladies, you are clearly both fully engaged, but what do you think the average woman wants from porn."

I kicked off, "I have given this some thought over the years and we have discussed it over a glass of wine on many occasions. Firstly, it is a misapprehension that women want only oiled, muscular male models and that they want artistic poses and romance. Women like explicit sex, they want to know what is happening, what it feels like, and they want it photographed or described in great detail. Frankly, if you want to be shocked, listen to a group of women in a bar or a staff restroom -- far more explicit than most men."

Amy and Liz, both nodded to this, so I continued. "However, most women do like some context, maybe not a full storyline, but what is happening and why. A sense that the woman involved is empowered and making her own choices. Most prefer reading the stories and seeing it in their imagination, but linking photosets to a story line would work."

Amy chipped in, "Women do like to look at other women, but also like to see a variety of models, not just the toned professional ones. We do like a more artistic focus in the way things are shot, perhaps occasionally sepia or black and white."

I interjected excitedly, "a close up of an open pussy in black and white, gives a totally different perspective. Interesting lighting can make it feel more intimate as well." I quickly passed Liz my phone with a couple of black and white shots of my spread pussy to demonstrate. This got both eyebrows to raise, and she lingered on the pictures for longer than previously -- long enough for the wine waiter to return, look and walk away shaking his head. Damn this white wine was going down well and I could feel my pussy moistening as we talked.

I continued as Liz passed back my phone, "A lot of men's porn feels transactional; beautiful girls, stripping their clothes frame by frame and then opening themselves up. The short piece accompanying the shoot will probably refer to how excited they were knowing they would be making men hard or leading to them masturbating over their body. There is a place for this, that is part of why I do it, although to date all of my shots have been for one man but it is still a massive turn-on, but perhaps a slightly different narrative is needed -- or simply that the woman is naked and shot beautifully and artistically."

Amy chipped back in with, "I think that there is also a place to show different body shapes, sizes, and ages; women find each other beautiful for all sorts of reasons. Amateur models may be a way forward."

"And maybe," I chimed in again, "as well as erotic stories and experiences, maybe articles and interviews with women about, say, sex before and after menopause; we know a fabulous woman who was doing porn shoots in the early 1970's and a naturist having regular sex with her husband into her 70's. Maybe even some straightforward how to's -- there are still some women who aren't sure where their clitoris is and how to pleasure themselves. The more advanced may want to know more about exhibitionism and even BDSM- although you will need someone other than me for that."

Here we both stopped, and I took a long swig of wine. The light lunch was not soaking up the alcohol and I could see Amy was flushed too.

Liz looked at us both and rested her chin on her hands in thought. Eventually she spoke, "Thank you ladies, you are both clearly intelligent and articulate and have justified me meeting with you. There's lots to think about here, and I have a proposal. I am going to ask you to think about and script an initial photoshoot, bearing in mind this should have top shelf magazine usable shots, an extended set of up to 50 for the website which can be more explicit and a 7-15 minute video which should also be explicit, again for subscribers. I would like you to think about initial articles, stories, and written material to go with it. I will fund the photoshoot on the understanding that the material can go into the existing male magazines and on the website. If the initial ideas are strong enough, I will also fund an initial trial website aimed at women and marketed for them."

She then smiled slightly wolfishly, "I would further suggest that the first photoshoot should be with you Moriana. You clearly like getting naked, you have a fantastic body, and you are passionate about the project. You are also an amateur, a few years older than most of our girls. You are scripting it so you can do what you like. "

"How about we meet again in two weeks' time to discuss your proposals?"

Amy looked worriedly at me, but I thought -- and this could have been the wine -- if I could script it and have control, why not.

"I am up for it," I said with a smile. "Amy and I can start thinking about it straight away as I am not heading into work."

"Excellent," smiled Liz. "No commitment at this stage, but I look forward to hearing your proposals. I have to get back to work, but I will book this restaurant for two weeks' time if that suits."

We both nodded assent and then stood to shake hands as she left.

"Come on," I said to Amy. "We need to find a coffee shop, sober up and think how we can make this work, and how I tell Andy!"

Chapter Two

So that is how I come to find myself sat naked in a plush hotel suite, of a small hotel a couple of towns away, having my hair and make-up done by a nice woman called Emily I only met a couple of hours ago. After an afternoon drinking coffee and eating cakes for inspiration, I had come up with a concept that worked for me and Amy, and I had drafted out the proposal. I had then fleshed it out over the next couple of weeks and we had both scouted for location. We took the proposal back to Liz of "After the Masked Ball," which would allow me the anonymity I needed and the full exhibitionism I needed too. Liz had agreed to fund the location and a photography and video team along with hair and make-up. I had agreed to no modelling fees to help support this start up and there would indeed be a series of photographs, a short explicit video and we had come up with having a behind the scenes video shot so that other women could see what was involved.

The scenario also involved Andy, Amy, Dani and James, Dani's husband. My friends had all agreed to give up their time and loved the script proposed. Andy had just smiled at me and kissed me, he knew this had been a fantasy of mine, and as a voyeur and lover of porn this was right up his alley too. The men were ready and made up first -- in this case it was pretty light, although Andy had asked for his hair to be styled differently as well as a mask and it was swept back with hair gel. They were sat in a corner of the room in costume talking in low voices and casting surreptitious glances at the three of us. Amy and Dani had their masks and evening gowns on already and were practising getting their tits out of already revealing dresses amongst much giggling. I had a fabulous new evening dress in black, plunging in the cleavage and split to both thighs but had elected to have my make-up done naked so that I couldn't get any powder on it. Dani had got for a well fitted dress in white which hugged and revealed her body, it was long like mine and split to one thigh. Amy had a bright red dress, with a cleavage plunging to the waist and a skirt that stopped scandalously short. We had all had a fun and expensive shopping trip for the outfits. Amy's outfit had clearly won the most expensive per square metre. Most importantly, the dresses all performed as was required for the script......

We had all put our masks on early so that the behind-the-scenes video could commence. Emily had now styled my normal thick curtain of black hair a stylish up-do. Under the mask my eyes were heavily made up with dark eyeshadow which reminded me of Batman, and I wondered if this was how he did it. She was just pancaking the foundation onto my face before applying a dark rich lipstick, whilst the behind-the-scenes videographer hovered around, clearly enjoying the fact I was naked. I don't know about anyone else, but I barely recognised myself. As she finished me off, I studied myself and checked the mask. I had chosen one that covered much of the top half of the face but was a black filigree lace item that looked incredibly sexy. The men were in just plain black masks, Amy had a bright red one similar to me and Dani had gone for a touch of glitter.

Satisfied everything was ready, I checked the time. We had agreed the use of the bar after hours, in keeping with the concept of "After the Masked Ball" and I knew the main photographer and her lighting assistant had been checking the lighting levels and getting ready to set up. The bar was due to close at 10pm for a "private function" -- which was us. It was now around 9:30, so that gave me time to get dressed then we could all head down. Thanking Emily, I stood up and turned to the others.

"Is everyone ready? You all remember what you are doing?" I asked, hands on hips and trying to look commanding whilst still naked. They rolled their eyes but answered in the affirmative. We are all good friends, and they knew I was nervous so were cutting me some slack. I turned and checked myself in the full-length mirror one last time, I had removed my pubes a few days ago so that any rash would have gone. I had also put myself on a strict diet for the last two weeks figuring this was a once and only time and I needed to look good, the camera is very unforgiving. My body looked fabulous even if I was ridiculously hungry and my pussy was definitely ready for its scenes. I then slipped a black thong on, which barely covered anything, and then carefully rolled on a pair of stockings. Andy stepped across to help me into my dress. It was backless as well as plunging and was taken on and off by undoing the halter neck. Lastly, I slipped on long black silk opera gloves and a long fake pearl necklace which went around my neck twice before hanging beautifully between my tits. Andy passed me a small box with a smile. Curiously, I opened it to find a pair of real pearl earrings, dangling off white gold chains.

"Just know I am with you all the way," he whispered, and we air kissed so that the make-up was not smudged. He carefully put the earrings in for me and then ruined the emotional effect by tweaking both nipples through the thin fabric of the dress.

"Shall we head down then people," I called. And we set off for the lift. Emily came down with us and then headed off her work done, Jules, the behind-the-scenes videographer, followed on behind.

We arrived in the bar just as the last couples were leaving and got mildly shocked and confused expressions from the elderly patrons. We got the barman to make the drinks that me, Andy, Amy, and Dani would be having for the scenario and a shot of tequila for dutch courage for me, which slipped straight down. James, who would be playing a barman for this scene, albeit in mask as well, then took up position behind the bar and we politely ushered the barman out and locked the door. He had to clean down the bar, so we had promised to be out after an hour or so.

I sat on a bar stool and crossed my legs, the split skirt did as it should and fell open to the top of my thigh, exposing my stockings and a fair amount of skin. James passed me my drink and then we sat whilst the photographer marshalled her troops. Liz had found us a female photographer, Anne, and whilst the lighting and video team were male, it was clear she was calling the shots. I had to sit still for some time whilst they got the lighting set up, I had asked for a low light ambience for the shoot in keeping with a late night bar, but clearly it had to allow for what we were going to do to be shot. This gave me time to think; I was hugely excited and nervous in equal measure. The quiet voice in my head which I had always listened to growing up was saying "what are you doing, people will see you naked, what are you thinking....." however, this just added an extra frisson to the anticipation of fulfilling a long-standing fantasy. Since I had first looked at porn with Andy, I had wanted to be one of those girls and expose my body intimately and explicitly to men I would never meet. The fact that they would be turned on and might even wank over me was causing my pussy to melt and my clit to pulse. Eventually Anne declared herself happy and took a couple of test shots to show me. I nodded agreement. We could now start. My breath was shallow, and my pulse was racing, but now we could go, I felt strangely relaxed.

Chapter Three

Just as a quick note: I am going to run through the scenario of the shoot as if it happened linearly, rather than all the repeat shots; that is what takes the time on these shoots. As you might guess, in each pose there are multiple shots and changes of camera angle, along with much stage direction ("Can you straighten those inner lips" was a favourite). If I included all of it this story would drag, so just the bits needed will be included -- just take it as read that hundreds of photos are taken during the scenario. Along with the players, there is the photographer and her lighting assistant and the behind-the-scenes videographer; the main videographer has come to watch, his part of the work is planned to be in the bedroom.

The scene starts with an elegant woman in a mask and a black dress sat in a bar after a ball, talking to the bar man.

A man (Andy) walks in wearing a tuxedo, with his shirt unbuttoned to mid chest and his real bow tie hanging loose either side of his open shirt. He looks louche and confident. This is a good look for him and always makes my pussy moisten. Today it is so wet already it is no longer my pussy, but definitely a cunt with a mind of its own. He has Amy on one arm and Dani on the other, both are in their beautiful and revealing dresses, showing leg and cleavage. He steps up to the bar and orders a drink for them all that James places on the bar. He then turns to openly look at me.

I pout at him and give a slow wink, indicating he should come to me. He indicates the girls he is with and raises an eyebrow. In response, I reach up with both hands and undo the halter neck of my dress, pealing it down slowly to reveal my tits. I arch my back towards him, pushing them out for the camera and pinch and rub my nipples whilst looking him in the eye.

However, the man clicks his fingers, and the two girls drop the tops of their dresses to reveal their tits and similarly rub and pinch them, showing that he has them under his control. This is what Amy and Dani had been practicing, and they did it beautifully together.

Pouting at him, I step off the bar stool and shimmy my dress slowly over my hips until it can drop to the floor, I then go through a range of poses in front of him in just a very small thong, stockings, and gloves. I hook my thumbs under each side of the thong and pull it up tight, feeling it split apart my moist cunt lips and slip inside. I then turn away from him and look over my shoulder at him before bending forward at the waist, keeping a straight back, feet shoulder width apart. With a black silk clad hand on each hip, I open my ass cheeks showing the thong cutting across my asshole before vanishing into my cunt lips.

Still bent forward, I begin to ease the thong down, slowly, feeling it pull out of my cunt quite delightfully. I ease it down until it is stretched between my knees and reach through my legs with one silk clad hand to splay my lips invitingly. This is surprisingly difficult and took several attempts before Anne was happy with the shot. With my back aching and the fingers of my gloves sodden by now, I was beginning to realise that this was not as easy as people think.

At last, I stood up and turned round, slipping the thong off I slipped it into the top pocket of Andy's tux, before sitting back on the bar stool. Under Anne's direction, I sat on the edge of the seat, and leant back, arching my spine so that my tits are pointed upwards. My thighs are open, and my cunt is fully on display. I again tweak and stretch both nipples before sliding both black hands down my torso to my thighs and then pulling my sodden cunt open, exposing the wrinkled and wet, dark pink inner lips. Andy's role is to stand there impassive waiting for me to impress him, but I can see the bulge in his trousers, and I really want that cock in me, but it is not part of the scenario. I lean back, spreading my legs wider, one foot on the bar the other straight up in the air, supported by one hand. I have to hold this pose for some time as Anne, takes shots which include Andy, Amy and Dani, shots of all of me and then some extreme close up's of my wide open cunt, my juices beginning to trickle down towards my puckered asshole which is again in shot.

I then sit up, take a sip of my drink before deliberately spilling the last drops over my tits, massaging it into my nipples. I slip off the bar stool and turning away from Andy, I bend from the waist again and pick up my dress. I hold it with one finger over my shoulder, and with a last look over my shoulder I start to walk out of the bar with an exaggerated sway of my hips, not looking to see if he is following. Andy follows me but brings the two girls with him, their tits still out.

This is where the shoot is supposed to finish in the bar, and continue again in the bedroom, but I have an idea.

"Clearly this woman is going to walk naked to her room so I think we should shoot that." I tell the others. As ever, Andy raises an eyebrow but nods and the girls both agree with grins and the photographer, smiles as she can see what I want to do.

I suggest that Anne sets up in the reception that I am going to have to cross and outline a set of alfresco shots crossing the area and then something more posed in the lift. The behind-the-scenes videographer will also be out there to shoot the additional exhibitionism. Anne heads out into Reception to get the lights set up by the lift and when ready waves to Amy who is watching.

I set off at a slow pace, with my best model's hip sway, Andy and the girls following two steps behind. As I begin my walk across the reception lobby, I see that the bar man and the night porter are stood behind Anne watching. The barman's jaw has dropped slightly, no one had briefed him as to exactly what was going on. The night porter just gave a huge grin and watched avidly. I sway and swagger my way across to the lift in a slow and sultry way, giving time for Anne to shoot various natural shots as I go. As I got to the lift and pressed to call it, I turned and faced the three following me.

"Sorry Ma'am," called the night Porter, who had walked towards us whilst staying out of shot, and who clearly was not sorry, "It always takes a while this time of night."

"Thank you..... William," I said reading his badge. I gave him my best dazzling smile and blew him a kiss, turning more towards him for the full frontal. Amy also pouted at him and rubbed her tits. As the lift arrived, I waved goodbye to him then indicated the other three should enter first and line up at the back, Amy pressing the button to hold the doors open. I sashayed into the lift in character and turned away from them facing out into the lobby. I stood with a straight back, my dress still over one shoulder, my tits up and proud. My feet were shoulder width apart and I knew that my swollen inner lips would be pouting out of my cunt. We stood like this for some time as Anne took the quality shots she needed; I could feel my juices running down my inner thighs and soaking the tops of my stockings. I could also see William watching and felt completely wanton. At last Anne professed herself done and the door shut. I turned to Andy and the girls and asked.

"How do you think it is going?"

The girls both giggled and Amy said, "It is visibly working for you, you had better drink some water when we get to the suite, you aren't finished yet."

Andy placed my hand on his cock which felt huge and hard.

"You are fabulous and filthy," was all he said.

Chapter Four

As we arrived in the suite ahead of the photography team, I grabbed Andy by the hand and headed for the bathroom, saying "let's take 5," over my shoulder. This earned me some filthy snorts from Dani and a lick of the lips from Amy. However, this was a preplanned activity.

In the bathroom I locked the door and bent over the sink with my ass in the air.

"Do your stuff, big boy," I said looking at Andy in the mirror. With a slightly long-suffering look as I knew his cock was bursting out of his trousers and he was getting no relief, he grabbed a bottle of oil and carefully poured some onto his hand and massaged it into his fingers. He then carefully and slowly inserted his middle finger into my anus. This was pre-agreed as I needed to be able to insert a dildo during the next set and I needed him to lube my anus and relax the muscle. After a couple of minutes of sliding his finger in and out he added a second finger and began to pump me slowly, stretching my anus very agreeably. Too agreeably, on top of my heightened state of arousal this was too much.

"Sorry.... Love," I grunted, "I know..... this isn't what we agreed ..... but you are going to have to finish me off."

Andy just smiled and continued to pump my ass whilst he began to rub my swollen clitoris with two fingers of his other hand. This was awesome and I began to shudder and clench almost immediately -- indeed in less than a minute my whole body went into spasm as an intense orgasm ripped through me. I clutched onto the sink and tried to remember to breath, whilst my cunt spasmed and my anus clenched round his fingers. My legs were buckling slightly when he stopped and slowly withdrew his fingers from my anus, wiping them on a towel. He then gently took both my elbows and helped me stand up. I leant backwards feeling his body against me, and his sadly underused erection poking into my buttock cleft. He enfolded me with his arms and just held me whilst my colour began to come back to normal and my pulse rate steadied.

"Thank you," I whispered, and smiled at him in the mirror. "This is alright, isn't it?" I asked nervously.

"My love, this is far better than alright," He whispered into my ear. "This is both of our fantasy's and you are super-hot and filthy, you will show those younger girls what a woman can do."

This was exactly what I needed, and as my pulse steadied, I put one foot on the vanity unit and spread my cunt open so that I could critically inspect it in the mirror.

"Still looks good," I said, "Time to carry on."

We stepped out of the bathroom to smiles and muffled laughter. I found out later Amy had instigated two sweepstakes, how long we would be and whether I would have an orgasm. The light flush across my cheeks and tits confirmed the latter.

Anne and the videographer had now set up their equipment and lights. I checked in with Anne, she was going to get her shots first and then I would repeat the last 10 -12 minutes as a continuous shot for the videographer. We had set up a sofa at the end of the bed, slightly offset and at an angle. Andy took his place between the two girls who were already in place, tits still out. I noticed that James had joined us and was quietly in the corner of the room out of shot. The backstage videographer was happily standing behind the other two and kept moving to take different shots. Andy put his arms around the girls' shoulders, and settled his hands over the girls' tits, giving them both a tweak of the nipple. Amy gave a throaty chuckle where Dani just sighed but looked carefully at James -- who had agreed the script and just nodded.

"OK starting places everyone and ready to go," called Anne. I initially took a position stood between the sofa and the bed facing away from the others and towards the bed. Anne was starting that side so that some shots of me naked in front of the others could be taken.

I then bent forward and crawled onto the bed towards the camera. When Anne was happy, she took up position behind the sofa, with the camera beside Andy's head. This show was all for him in the scenario and would be captured as such. I slipped off the bed and repeated my crawl to the middle, exaggerating my hip movements. I rolled over and lay on my back against some conveniently placed pillows and repeated some of the moves from in the bar, spreading my legs slowly and initially just lightly opening my lips. I then spread both legs wide, lifting them straight up in the air. As my cunt opened naturally, I tugged on both nipples. I then placed my silk clad hands on the inside of my knees and pulled my legs back along my body, my knees almost touching my tits. This completely opened me up as confirmed by a gasp from Amy, who had a front seat view. I could feel Anne was focussing in for a close up of my cunt, showing all of its moist pink interior, the inner lips leading to and framing my swollen clitoris, so I held the position until she quietly, grunted "OK." I took my beads from around my neck and with my elbows continuing to hold my legs in place and open, I ran one hand down my body,

I parted my cunt lips further and slipped two silk clad fingers into it. I then ran the other hand down holding the beads and taking my fingers out again I began to feed them carefully into myself. This took a while, but when there was only 3-4 inches hanging out, I released my legs and planted my feet flat to the bed, knees bent but as wide apart as comfortable. I took the loop of the beads in both hands and slowly pulled them out and away from my open cunt. I pulled the beads in opposite directions away from me so that they opened my lips further and the beads still in me could be glimpsed. When about half were out, I then rolled back onto my knees and stuck my ass in the air, my face and chest on the bed and knees still apart. Reaching between my legs I began to pull the beads up along my body, each bead bobbling over my clit, which caused me to shiver.

When they were all out, I put my hands on my hips and tugged gently, opening my anus and cunt for the camera yet again. Reaching under the pillow, I drew out an 8-inch vibrator. Unlike my favourite one which has fake balls and a rubber sucker on the end, this was a smooth one, with a slightly more tapered tip. With one hand still on my hips I reached round and used the end of the vibrator to hold my lips open. I then slid it fully home and began to gently but firmly slide it in and out of my sodden cunt. After a while and conscious this was for the camera and didn't need many repeat strokes. I pulled the toy out and pushed it firmly into my prepared anus. Andy had done his work well and it slid all the way into a further appreciative gasp from Dani. After a few strokes, I rolled onto my side, the toy firmly in place and drew my knees up at a right angle to my body. I then opened my knees so that one was flat to the bed and the other was vertical. With one hand on the toy slowly moving it in and out of my ass, the other slid down my body and opened the lips of my cunt again. I then proceeded to vigorously circle and rub my clit as the camera clicked on. Despite what had happened in the bathroom, I came to another orgasm quickly, my body tensing and shaking. I let out a series of growls and "oh fucks" as I came but thankfully it was not as intense as previously.

"You know that I don't pick that up with my camera," said Anne dryly, with a smile, "I did get your sex face."

"I am just an amateur, I am having a great time, and I needed it!" I smiled back at Anne.

We then moved into the last part of the scenario, the twist. I knelt up on the bed, my knees apart but my torso upright, and looked at Andy whilst Anne stood to one side to capture this. He stood up and removed his jacket and bow tie and took a step towards the bed. However, I pointed firmly at the door and gestured towards the girls. Andy picked up his jacket and headed towards the door. The girls stood up and stepped out of their dresses before joining me on the bed. Dani had still got her tiny knickers on, but I noticed that Amy's had mysteriously disappeared. The final shot was me lying on the bed legs spread, a girl on each side, each with a nipple in their mouth and a hand on my thigh next to my well used cunt. This had been the Woman's plan all through the scenario - or had it? -- I left that to the imagination. Amy, the tart, had twisted her body so that her cunt was in shot too.

That was the end of the photo set. I looked at Anne and she nodded -- she had everything she wanted. The videographer now stepped up. He was a quietly spoken guy called Tom.

"I need you to repeat everything from crawling on the bed, to the final orgasm for me," he said. "Although I don't need you to actually orgasm, just gasp and groan a bit, most of our audience cannot tell the difference. To finish, simply come to kneeling up and then blow the camera a kiss. I am not going to include the narrative story as the video should be an addition to the photos, so the other characters can stand down if they want. Anybody who stays does need to be quiet, as we will capture sounds as well. I am going to shoot it in one continuous shot if we can, but don't worry if the choreography goes wrong, just carry on and I can lose the clunky bits in the edit."

He grinned and I smiled back. This was the most I had heard him speak. Dani had slipped her dress back on and came across for a hug.

"You were a fabulous powerful, sexy, slutty woman, and one day I might try it out too," she whispered, "for now I am going to take James away and fuck his brains out as I think he is a little overwhelmed."

With that she took James by the hand and headed out of the room. Andy was staying with me and Amy, staying resolutely naked, stayed to watch too, although she had removed her mask. They moved the sofa to one side and out of the way and settled down to watch. Amy's hand was already unashamedly running over her pussy to Andy's visible amusement. The videographer glared at her, but she put her fingers to her lips to indicate she would be quiet. The photographer took up position behind the videographer with a handheld camera "just in case." The backstage videographer excused himself as he didn't need to shoot bits of this again and followed Dani out of the room.

The videographer set up behind his camera and adjusted the lighting slightly. I took up position stood between him and the bed. After a few more seconds, he called,

"Action!"

I went back through all my moves again; I had rehearsed it several times, so it was relatively straight forward. This time I focussed on the camera instead of Andy. It felt more natural and even filthier as one continuous piece of action and at the end I had a very nice orgasm for the camera, before kneeling up and blowing a kiss with what I now realised were soaking wet gloves.

"Cut and done," Tom said with a relieved grin. "That was a bloody sight easier than some of the professional girls."

I walked, somewhat unsteadily, across to Andy and Amy, who were grinning hugely at me. It turned out that Amy had borrowed Andy's fingers during the shoot and was feeling much more relaxed. The Photographer and the Videographer were conversing in low tones. I was tired and desperate for a fuck by this time and wanted the room to me and Andy again. After a few minutes, they both headed across.

"That was fantastic," said Anne, "I have everything I need; Tom though was wondering if you could be persuaded to repeat some of the bar set for him?"

"Not now," I groaned, "I am honestly shattered, but if we can get the bar in the morning......?"

Amy stood up.

"Let me go and work my charms on the Night Porter," she said.

She slipped on one of the hotels white dressing gowns and quietly left the room. I sat on the sofa next to Andy, suddenly very tired, glancing at my phone I realised it was around 1:30 in the morning.

"Thank god it will soon be breakfast," I whispered to him, and he put an arm around me and held me close.

After around 10-15 minutes, Amy reappeared.

"The night porter cannot authorise use of the bar during the day, however, during his shift it is entirely at his discretion how he looks after the guests. He finishes at 7:00, but Day Manager arrives around that time so, if we appear about 5:30, then he will let us in. However, as it is the bar he has to remain with us."

I looked at Anne and Tom and they both winced slightly at such an early start but shrugged and looked at me.

"I am up for it," I said, rather more decisively than I felt. "I hope you didn't coerce that poor man, Amy.?"

She pouted and tried to look innocent, "My robe might have fallen open at a crucial point," she said. "Anyhow, once I confirmed he could stay and watch, he was quite enthusiastic."

We agreed to meet at the door to the Bar at 5:30. I checked on the other arrangements for continuity. Tom confirmed that he didn't need as much make up as the still camera did. Emily had left the eyeshadow, lipstick, and some foundation for running repairs so I felt I could cope. I was worried about my hair as I had never plaited it, but Amy unexpectedly confirmed she could do that, having had to do it every day for a posh school she didn't talk about.

Tom and Anne then left and headed to their respective rooms.

"I need to sleep," I said, "but I know what I need first."

I walked across and sat on the edge of the bed, my legs apart and looked meaningfully at Andy. He came and stood in front of me, and I unzipped him and gently pulled his cock out of his boxers. It was heavy if no longer erect, his underwear was decidedly swampy with pre-cum, and his cock head was coated in it. I licked all around the head whilst looking up into his eyes. At that moment, I totally adored him, and his rapidly hardening cock that I now took into my mouth. Long practice meant I knew I could not accommodate all of Andy's cock, but I had about half in. I used my fingers to stroke the rest of the shaft in a gentle wanking motion before wrapping one hand, still in a glove, around it. Andy was gently holding the back of my head and began to fuck my mouth, short strokes in and out, over my tongue and occasionally grazing my teeth.

I let go of his cock and lay back on the bed, scooching backwards awkwardly to the middle. "I need that in the right place, I need it now and I need it hard," I murmured to him throatily.

He quickly stripped off his clothes and knelt between my open legs, the tip of his cock just rubbing against my clit. Amy, who I had strangely forgotten was there, came and knelt behind me and carefully placed my head on her thighs. As Andy slipped his length into me in one long slow stroke, Amy began caressing and stroking my nipples.

"I am not a princess," I growled, "I need a hard fucking now."

Amy gave one last tweak of my nipples and then pulled my legs back along my body and supported them for me. Andy held both hips and began to stroke in and out. My cunt was again completely open, and I could feel every inch of him sliding into me and picking up speed to begin slamming against my ass. Amy had somehow freed a hand and was circling my clit roughly as Andy fucked me hard. I could feel my orgasm building quickly and then....

"Oh god, oh god, oh god, don't stop.... fuck my cunt, my filthy cunt.... Ooooooh God."

I came hard spasming around his cock, he continued to slam in and out of me and Amy carried on with my clit, the orgasm cresting and peaking several times before I whimpered, and they began to slow down gently.

I could feel waves of exhaustion mixing with the comedown from the euphoria. I was aware that Andy had withdrawn without cumming. Drowsily I murmured,

"Take Amy and fuck her properly, you both need it, and she will be unbearable tomorrow without it."

With that I smiled weakly and fell asleep.

Chapter Five.

An alarm went off too soon. I opened my eyes groggily as someone turned it off.

I realised I was in bed alone, pretty much spreadeagled across the whole bed and still wearing my stockings. Someone had covered me with half of the duvet and put a pillow under my head. My gloves and mask had been removed.

I lifted my head carefully and saw Andy standing with a towel around his waist, clearly having just come from the shower. It was him who turned off the alarm.

"What time is it?" I groaned quietly.

"About 4:45," he replied, "you need to get up and shower and clean down your face, then reapply the make-up. You are on at 5:30."

I crawled out of bed and went in for a morning hug and kiss first, I hadn't been able to kiss him all day yesterday.

"So where did you sleep?" I whispered.

"I didn't in the end," he said, "We carefully wrapped you in the duvet and took your gloves off to wash and dry - they are on the towel rail by the way -- then I went to Amy's room as per your last instruction. By the time we came back to check on you, it was around 3:30, so it didn't seem any point, so I have been reading. Amy is curled up over there on the sofa. She muttered about needing to do your hair."

He gestured and I could see Amy curled up in a bathrobe on the sofa, breathing gently. She was still asleep. As I was still looking a bit blurred, Andy crouched down and carefully rolled my stockings off and untied my plait, which had become pretty unravelled anyway. He then stood up and swatted me on the ass.

"Go and shower, and clean last night's make up off while I get dressed." He said with a smile, "I will get your clothes ready and wake Amy when you are ready."

I headed to the bathroom, and then paused in the doorway,

"You were with Amy for an hour and a half," I snorted, "what were you doing?"

He grinned disarmingly, "Exactly what you told us to, very thoroughly. Now is not the time, I will tell you later, no secrets I promise. I will just say she squirts -- who knew, certainly not Amy. Hence, she is back here as her bed is slightly wet."

I needed to know more but went into the bathroom. I came out about 20 minutes later, feeling fresh and clean and more awake. My hair needed drying then plaiting, so I moved across to Amy and kissed her gently to wake her up.

"Thank you.... For everything, and for Andy," I whispered.

"Oh, don't worry, he thanked me for both of you -- several times as I recall," she grinned sleepily and sat up.

I found myself back at the beginning again, sat naked before the vanity unit whilst someone did my hair and helped with the make-up. This time it was someone I loved and trusted deeply which made it feel more intimate. Andy was already dressed in jeans and a grandad shirt and watching us, occasionally glancing at his watch and I marvelled again at how lucky I was to have this fabulous man in my life. I began dressing, starting with clean stockings and thong (I had thought to bring several pairs) before Andy helped me into my dress again. He passed me my gloves now clean and dry and lastly my mask. I stood and took one last look in the mirror.

"Oh god, where are my earrings?" I cried, panicking slightly, "I can't have lost your beautiful earrings already."

Andy just smiled and passed me the box again as he had carefully taken them out last night after I had fallen asleep. I felt an overwhelming rush of love for him. Amy had curled up on the bed under the duvet, so I blew her a kiss, turned out the light and we headed off.

At the door to the bar, we met Anne and Tom and the lighting guy, all three looking tired. The behind-the-scenes videographer couldn't be roused, but I felt it would be fine. William, the Night Porter grinned at all three of us and then unlocked the door and went in to raise the grates on the front of the bar. The videographer set all the lights up again, working to recreate the ambience we had last night, whilst Andy chatted to William behind the camera. Anne was on hand with her hand held, just in case. Eventually I sat on the bar stool, legs crossed, stocking tops showing and they made one final lighting adjustment, before declaring themselves happy.

"As before," said Tom, "I am going for one take if I can. If you falter, just keep going and I will edit it out. I want everything you did yesterday but for the camera. When you are legs open on the stool you might want to do a little more to yourself, but no orgasm needed this time. Let's end with you walking away, the dress over your shoulder until I call cut."

I nodded agreement.

"All quiet please, Action."

I carefully went through all of my moves from the previous night. Again, it felt easier and sexier to do it in a flow without pausing. When I was sat on the bar stool, one foot on the bar and the other leg straight up in the air, I reached between my legs and parted my inner lips before dipping two fingers into my moist cunt, before then vigorously circling my clit with two fingers before slapping my clit a couple of times as I have seen in porn films I had watched for research. I then took my scenario through to the end and walked towards the door.

"And that's a cut," called Tom.

I wandered back to the group, where there was a desultory high five, bearing in mind how tired we all were. The crew broke down and began packing their equipment as I walked across to Andy and William, who now had a warm and friendly smile. He was obviously admiring my body, which he had now seen all of, so I gave him a peck on the cheek. Andy then took William's phone and took a photograph of me with one arm around his shoulders. Andy then wrapped me in a bathrobe, and we headed out of the bar back to the room.

"See you all at breakfast, I am so hungry I am eating all of it!" I called out as we exited.

Back in the room, Amy was still asleep, so we left the light off and went into the bathroom. It was now 6:30 and breakfast was an hour away. Andy ran a bath and then stripped his clothes off before, helping me out of my stockings, mask, gloves, and earrings. As I washed the make-up off my face, Andy settled into the bath and leaned back. I stepped in and sank gratefully down in front of him, leaning back onto his chest. He initially wrapped his arms tightly around me, holding me close, then we both relaxed back, and he gently stroked my breasts and nipples, before stroking my thighs and gently opening my pussy lips to let the warm water caress my abused sex. This was not sexual, purely love and comfort and deeply sensual.

After half an hour just as I was drifting to sleep, there was an insistent knocking on the door.

"You guys done in there, girl needs to pee and shower, in that order, and there is a limit to what I am going to do in front of you."

We reluctantly stepped out of the bath and dried ourselves. As we exited the bathroom, we passed Amy waiting outside still in her bathrobe.

"You squirted?" I asked with an expression of mock horror.

"Yeah, who knew I could do that," she said with a grin, "first time, you got a man with skills there."

Whilst Amy was in the bathroom, I straightened my hair within an inch of its life whilst watching Andy dress in the mirror.

When Amy stepped out naked and drying her hair, I gave her a kiss and sat her in front of the mirror, so that I could dry her hair for her. We decided that as it was basically our group in the small hotel that there was no point dressing for breakfast, so we both put on the big fluffy white bathrobes and hotel slippers. Andy just rolled his eyes and grinned.

When we got to the breakfast room, which happened to be one end of the bar, some of the others were already there. With a wry glance at the bar stool that had played a large part in my scenario, we took a table in the middle. A young waitress came to take our orders, and whilst Amy went for her usual light and healthy breakfast, Andy and I ordered the full English and a pot of tea.

When it came my plate was almost overloaded with scrambled eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns and mushrooms. It was noticeably more than Andy.

"I am not sure why, but William said you were to be looked after specially," she said looking perplexed, "He is normally a bit quiet, but he came and instructed the chef to ensure you were fed proper. We don't even normally serve mushrooms in garlic butter and herbs."

I smiled at the girl and asked her to thank the chef and William for me, before tucking in.

Epilogue

About 3 weeks later I had a short email from Liz. Anne and Tom had handed their work in post-production and declared they were very pleased with it. She had scanned the photographs and was happy with the story told. Her publishers were also supportive of a trial website for women. She had handed the photo sets, and videos to her editors and one was interested in publishing in his magazine too.

A month later a package came through the door. It contained 5 copies of one of the classier magazines in their portfolio and a longer letter from Liz.

"Hi Moriana,

Included with this letter are free copies of the magazine you are in. In the end the Editor went with the shots from the bar and the video from the same location. He claimed that these came across as sultrier and sexier -- I think it is more that he didn't think his readership would understand why you were in a mask in the bedroom. "Y" chromosomes eh!

We have put an extended set of 50 photographs and the video onto the website too. At the bottom of this letter is a password that will give you ongoing free entry to the website, my gift to you. The photos don't show Andy and the other girls as there was no need for narrative.

We are in the process of setting up the trial website. There will initially be an introductory video from me -- clothes on though! -- then your full set through to the twist, both video's and an edited behind the scenes video. I have borrowed your set of four stories about how you met Dani, which will be edited into a continuous story and Dani has submitted a story for us which can also be published.

Amy has committed to a piece about exercise, yoga, Pilates, and pole, which she has said can be accompanied with a photo set, so we should be able to add more material soon. I will let you look at the site before the launch.

Thanks for all your help.

Best Regards

Liz."

I had immediately gone and locked myself in the bathroom to look at myself in the magazine. It was hot and porny, erotic but filthy and quite beautiful. I was overcome and burst into tears. Andy had knocked at the door to see if I was alright and all I could say was,

"I am so beautiful, who knew," between sniffles.

That night we had looked at the extended set and video on the magazine's website. It had led to more tears then an intense and emotional sex session. The video was pure filth and fully justified the early morning.

A month later, I had slipped out of the office and across to the coffee shop over the road. They serve excellent cakes, and I was a regular, but this time Liz had sent Amy and I a beta copy of the website prior to going live. I wanted to scan it immediately but felt the office was not the place, so I sat at my usual table in the corner. I was soon engrossed, and didn't notice that two younger members of my staff had come in and sat in the next-door booth. I ignored their banter, until my ears pricked up at the following.

"So, you still single and wearing out that porn subscription and using boxes of tissues." Said a young female voice with a giggle.

"Yeah, but it is not just filth, some of it is art -- and I don't wank all the time." This was a young man.

"Art? Yeah right," the female scoffed.

"Well look at this one," the lad came back angrily.

There was silence for a while, then some slightly heavier breathing.

"A mask and moody lighting do not make art," came the girls voice, "Although it is good to see a woman rather than skinny girls." There was a pause, "It is quite hot though." Her voice had taken on a husky tone and there was a catch in the voice.

"You should see the video," came the lads voice now lower too.

There was a pause, then a muffled "wow" from the girl.

I peeked over the dividing barrier. They were sat with heads together looking at his phone. The camera had zoomed in so that the screen was filled with my open cunt in all its sodden glory, two black clad fingers were rubbing the clitoris at the top of the screen.

I felt a sudden moistening of my pussy in response to them appreciatively looking at my intimate shots, in a public place, and all the blood rushed to my clit causing it to throb. I sent a quick Whats App note to Andy. "Hope you are free, heading to your office, need a fuck." As I stood up, they both looked round guiltily.

"Oh, Hi Mori, didn't see you there," said the girl trying to look innocent despite the flush across her face.

As I headed past them out the door, I heard the lad whisper to her, "Good job she didn't see what we were looking at, I am pretty sure it is not her thing."