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or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
©
1998 Ambrosia Vynne
Being on
a film set was nothing new to Joella. That was her job. She
was a fairly well known Director. She mostly handled Independent
Films, though occasionally she worked on an union feature. She
chose her Director of Photography very carefully. A DP had the
power of taking an awesome script and shooting a terrible movie.
The DP needed to share the vision of the Director and Writer;
therefore, it was very important that the DP and Director had
a very good working relationship.
Joella had been playing
with a script of her own, and she was finally ready to put her
ass on the line, and shoot it. She chose her crew very carefully.
She chose people she could trust to do the job right. Her DP
was the most important decision. She narrowed her decision down
to one, Marcus Fredman. Marcus saw her vision and was able to
communicate her words into shots. The script took erotica to
a new level, incorporating romance and humor. A movie that helped
you to cum as you laughed and cried. Joella was hoping that
the market was ready for something different.
After Pre Production,
Marcus and Joella had a strong friendly working relationship.
She would start to suggest a shot and he would finish the sentence.
A special connection started to form. Joella kept feeling that
the relationship, if she allowed it would ascend into something
more. Joella was placing her reputation and financial integrity
on the line, she could not think or do anything that would hinder
getting the job done.
On the first day
of production, everything ran smoothly. They pulled off shot
after shot without any hitch. Each shot looked excellent. The
talent made each one of their marks and the crew worked like
demons. Everyone worked so well together, especially Joella
and Markus. Both the Director and DP were in sink with each
other. The crew noticed that they finished each other sentences
and shyly touched each other. The crew knew that a budding romance
was going to happen.
It was late, on the
last day of shooting. The crew had been released for the night.
Joella and Marcus were hashing out the shooting schedule and
looking at the dalies. A ripple of anticipation went through
Joella as her hand accidentally touched Marcus. They were
sitting in the production office, going through next weeks shot
list. Joella smelled the sweet scent of Marcus cologne
as she reached over to give him the altered list. He invitingly
placed his hand on the back of his neck and asked if she could
massage the tension out. She got up and walked around him. As
she placed her hands on his shoulders, she became very aroused.
She first started to massage the back of his neck as he had
asked.
Her hands felt so
good that he leaned his head back against her breasts. She moved
her hands over his shoulders, and deeply massaged the tired
muscles. Her hands moved with a mind of their own, as they moved
from his shoulders to the front of his shirt. She started to
unbutton his shirt, explaining that perhaps the massage would
be more effective with his shirt off. Marcus agreed as he helped
her take off his shirt. Feeling his warm strong shoulders under
her fingers, further aroused her. She no longer pretended that
she was interested in the shot list. Joella wanted her DP. A
little voice kept screaming that making love to your DP is the
kiss of death, for her career and the movie! But yet, on a deeper
level, she wanted this man. On the set, they connected. They
had a connection in spirit and mind. It just seemed right that
they made the final connection, the connection of body.
He turned around
in his chair, pleasantly surprised that she made the first move.
He had been trying all week to get her alone and then finally,
making a move. Showing her or telling her how he felt. What
he felt. He had worked with so many other female Directors.
They all had a good working relationship, but nothing, nothing
like this. Joella was different, she had vision. She was able
to take her vision and transform it into both words and pictures.
To be able to connect with this special women on a physical
level, would be a new high!
Joella fully took
advantage of Marcus as he turned in his chair, as she ran her
fingers through his soft chest hair. She had never been attracted
to hairy men, but Marcus was different. His hair was sexy versus
appalling. As she ran her fingers over his chest, his nipples
responded by getting hard. Marcus raised his hands and held
her tight ass, pulling her down to him. The first kiss was deep
and passionate. They held each other lip to lip, each tongue
fighting to engulf the other. His hands untucked her shirt and
started to unbutton her pants. He moved his hands farther up
her torso, lifting her shirt over her head. To his surprise,
she was braless. Joella hated wearing a bra. She liked feeling
free. She thought better when she felt free. As he moved his
hands over her small but firm breasts, she responded as he did,
by growing hard. She could feel the wetness dripping between
her legs, as he massaged her chest. His touch was so soft and
unthreatening. Most of the men she had been with were rough
once they got to her breasts. Their method of making love usually
turned her off. She would complete the final act, without much
enjoyment, then roll over and go to sleep. There was never a
second time.
Marcus kisses
deepened as he moved her to the couch. Somewhere between the
chair and the couch she had lost her pants. He laid her down
as he removed the last of his garments. She reached between
his thighs and felt a very large hard penis. She spread her
legs, inviting him into her hot tunnel of love. He moved against
her, not yet willing to go in.
Marcus wanted to
send this beautiful women to the edge. Entering her now would
be too easy. Yes they would cum, but he wanted the first time
to be special. There would always be time for seconds. He moved
his lips down to her breasts, taking each one in turn and sucking
the nipples. He loved how she tasted, her sweet saltiness filling
his mouth. He moved his lips between her breasts, breathing
deeply her sexual aroma.
Joella moved her
hands over his head, holding it near her breasts. His lips on
her breast felt so good. She didnt want him to stop. She
felt the heat rise through her body and she wanted to feel him
inside.
Sensing her eagerness,
he moved his mouth down to her thick mound of black hair. He
loved women who had healthy heads of thick pussy hair. He loved
running his fingers through the hair, teasing the soft folds
beneath. He parted her pussy hair, and nuzzled his nose between
her slit. He ran his tongue down her soft inner flesh and tasted
her sweet vintage. Wanting to push her further, he placed his
long thick middle finger into her welcoming hole.
Joella grasped with
surprise and delight as his finger entered her. She arched her
back to give him deeper penetration, as she held his head in
place. She couldnt take it any longer, she was so close
to cumming. She pulled at his hair, forcing him to come to her.
She desperately kissed him as she inserted is hard member between
her welcoming thighs.
Marcus couldnt
believe how tight she was. Her pussy walls held his penis in,
sucking it deeper. He felt her hot wetness, which aroused him
further. He started to grind into her, teasingly pulling out
then thrusting deeply in. With each new thrust, her body arched
further, enabling him to penetrate deeper. Their kisses grew
in intensity as they approached the chasm of orgasm.
Marcus thrust once
more deeply, as she arched her body to receive the thrust. Their
bodies responded as they came together in one orgasmic train
ride, each verbally sounding the horn.
Joella was amazed
that Marcus did not remove his penis. Instead his penis was
still hard and Marcus was starting the grind again. Joella looked
up into his face, and he smiled, "Are you ready to cum
again..."
For the second time
that night, within moments of their last orgasm, they came again.
The second orgasm was just as strong as the first, rippling
their bodies with orgasmic spasms. Joella felt his warm cum
between her legs, mixing with her own.
As Marcus held Joella,
he reflected on how quickly their relationship had deepened,
looking forward to the journey that had begun. As Joella cuddled
with her DP, she reflected how their new relationship status
was going to improve their creative insights. With their minds,
working as one, the movie would surely be a great success
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