That morning, Sally dialed the filmmaker's number.
"Winning Films," a female answered.
"Yes," Sally said, "I would like to talk to Mr. Tyler, please."
"One moment. Who shall I say is calling?"
"Sally Nichols. I'm a friend of Brent Porter."
After a pause, a man said, "Miss Nichols, I'm John Tyler. What can I do for you?"
"To be perfectly honest," Sally said, "I don't really know. I saw Brent Porter last night and he gave me your card and said that I should call you."
"Do you know what type of films we make here, Miss Nichols?"
"No, but I can imagine, and it sounds delightful."
Sally thought she heard a quickening in Mr. Tyler's breathing.
"Miss Nichols, could you be down here at, say, one o'clock?"
"I think so," Sally answered. "Is there anything special that I should or shouldn't wear?"
"No. Just be in my office at one. I'll see you then. Goodbye."
At one o'clock, Sally was at Mr. Tyler's office.
The intercom on the secretary's desk buzzed.
"Miss Wanton, please send Miss Nichols in."
She walked into Tyler's office.
Sitting behind a large desk was a fairly good-looking man in his early forties.
Walking over to a chair, Sally sat and waited.
"Miss Nichols, tell me, what type of motion pictures do you think we make here?"
Sally looked at him and smiled.
"Fuck films," she said, smilingly.
Tyler, too, grinned. "And suppose that were true. How would you feel about acting in them?"
"Let me put it this way, Mr. Tyler. There is nothing about sex that I don't enjoy and there is nothing that I love more than money."
Tyler studied her for a moment, then wrote an address on a piece of paper.
"A crew will be shooting at that address in little more than an hour. If you want the job, consider yourself hired. You will be paid five hundred dollars per film, whether it takes one hour to shoot or ten. How does that sound to you?"
"Mr. Tyler," Sally said, "I don't know how to thank you."
"We'll talk about that later," he said lecherously. "Right now I just want you to do a good job."
The address Tyler had given her turned out to be an old brownstone in Greenwich Village.
Up three flights of stairs, Sal came to apartment six.
The door was opened by a tall, rugged-looking guy in his twenties.
"Yes," he said, "what can I do for you?"
"I'm Sally Nichols. Mr. Tyler sent me over."
"Oh, come in. I'm Bob Simpson."
Motioning to two muscular men near some movie cameras, Bob said, "Sally, this is Jim Danning and Phil Spencer. They'll, be with you in the picture."
Sally said, "Nice to meet you."
As she assayed them, she knew she wouldn't mind this one bit. Both were tall with ruddy complexions. Already she could feel her cunt juicing at the thought of having both of them in bed at the same time.
A voice from behind one of the cameras yelled, "Is everybody here?"
Arm around Sally's shoulder, Phil said, "Time to go to work," and he and Jim walked her over to the bed.
The director told them that there was no plot this time and to do whatever they wanted – just so long as they kept the action up.
As the camera whirred, Jim quickly shed his clothing – Sal following suit. Phil was taking his time, keeping his eyes on her – wanting to see what she looked like naked.
A completely nude Sal stood in front of Phil. While his eyes devoured her body. She took a deep breath, thrusting tits out in front of her. Slowly she turned so he could see the ripe cheeks of her ass. When Sal turned around, she saw Jim sitting on the bed. His cock, although soft, was a good seven inches long. He smiled as he watched the show Sal put on for Phil.
Suddenly, Phil rushed up to her and planted his lips on hers. She opened her mouth willingly to accept his long, wet tongue. His hands ran down her back to her ass; he began to cup and knead the softly fleshed cheeks. Sal could feel his cock rising hard against her body.
Jim, meanwhile, was lying back in bed, watching them.
"Come on," she said to Phil, "let's get into bed."
Jim moved over while Phil and Sal climbed in. They continued their kiss and she could feel someone's hands squeezing the soft-fleshed tits. It must have been Jim, because Phil still had a hold of her ass.
Sal felt her cunt getting all creamy with juice. She found Phil's cock and started playing with it, squeezing it with her fingers, then running her hand up and down the long shaft until he had a throbbing hard-on.
Breaking the kiss, he pressed his mouth against her ear and lightly licked the inside.
"Hey," he said, "how about sucking me for a while?"
The thought of sucking his cock exploded in Sal's brain. She looked down at his cock and smiled to herself. Sliding down on the bed, she brought her mouth right to his pulsating prick. Holding his cock at the base, she ran her tongue up and down the long underside and licked at his cock head, applying a warm, wet pressure. Sal's fingers closed on his balls as she opened her mouth wide and sucked in half of his cock.
Sal's head bobbed up and down as she sucked on his meaty prick. The taste was delicious and the male odor of his sex filled her nostrils. She couldn't get enough. She forced her mouth lower on his tool, trying to take in even more of it, but couldn't. Already, she felt the bead of his cock pressing against the back of her throat.
As she continued to suck him, she realized he would come if she didn't stop. She didn't want him to shoot his load in her month. Sal wanted, his cock to be good and hard when it was time for both men to fuck her.
Phil was squirming with the need to come. His cock was bursting. His bands were all over Sal's ass, squeezing the cheeks while one finger was digging deep inside her asshole, exciting her even more.
Suddenly Phil groaned and his cock throbbed inside Sal's mouth. The contractions of his cock sent load after load of his sperm shooting into her mouth. She thought that he was going to come forever. Sal kept swallowing and sucking swallowing and sucking until she'd finally drained his balls of their come without spilling a drop.
When his orgasm ended, Sal moved over him and sat down on his chest.
"Now," she said, "it's your turn. Suck my cunt!"
As his tongue came out to lap at the juicy flesh of her twat, the cameraman moved around so he could get a good, tight shot of Phil's tongue lapping inside Sal's pussy.
As Phil sucked her pussy, she mashed it against his face, trying to get his tongue deeper into her hole. At the same time, Jim kneeled up on the bed and pressed his mouth against one of her hot tits, sucking the swollen nipple between his lips and laying the tip of it with his hot, wet tongue.
Sal closed her eyes. She was in ecstasy as she felt their mouths working on her. Jim was sucking more and more of her boob into his mouth while Phil was forcing his tongue forever deeper into the drenched, slimy hole of Sal's twat.
Suddenly, she groaned. She felt Jim's finger prodding against her asshole once again and then it was quickly buried inside.
"Oh yes," she cried out, "fuck my asshole good. Shit, slam your finger all the way up. Press it in hard. Fuck my ass… harder. Twist your finger all around. Oh, I love it, I love it."
Reaching behind Sal could feel Phil had another hard-on; she could also feel Jim's erect cock pressing against her stomach. Sal wanted to get fucked. Wanted to feel both of their cocks slamming inside.
After Phil gave her throbbing clit one last suck, she lay on top of his cock, her swollen cunt hole pressing against the magnificent head of his cock. She moaned, feeling it sliding into her. It was absolutely delicious. As soon as he had his cock all the way inside her vagina, she turned to Jim.
"All right, baby," she said, "I want to feel your prick all the way up my ass. Okay?"
"Of course it's okay."
Moving around behind her, she felt Jim's tongue laying up and down the crack of her ass, then centering on her small, puckered hole.
After he had soaked Sal's asshole with his saliva, she felt his cock pressing against her hole. She wiggled her ass and felt the head of his cock force its way up her shit bole. Sal was getting a good, stiff prick up her ass and loving it.
Sal began to feel a degrading type of pleasure as she bounced on Phil's hard cock; at the same time Jim's prick was being stuffed up her ass.
Spasms of pleasure raced through, her body as Jim put his hands on her hips and drove his cock all the way into her ass with long, even strokes. Sal was being punctured in front and back. Fucked by their two hard, beautiful cocks at the same time, both of her holes, cunt and ass, stuffed with their male meat – their cocks!
Phil's hands came up to clutch Sal's tits. He caught her nipples, hard and throbbing, between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezed them. The passion was welling inside her body. Sal was getting what she always wanted – and loved it.
"Oh, fuck me!" she cried.
Phil began pumping madly into Sal's steaming pussy, slamming his cock to the hilt inside her hole. Suddenly he grunted; Sal felt his load of hot, thick jazzin jism shooting into her, splashing into her vagina. Her body exploded in a fiery orgasm and drenched Phil's cock beneath her with her own load of come cream.
Jim kept pumping into Sal's ass and she knew he was going to come soon. She began slamming her ass back and forth, matching his movements, while squeezing her ass muscles tight on his cock until thinking she would strangle it.
Phil grunted hoarsely as he savagely bit into Sal's shoulder. She felt his cock swell even harder inside her rectum; then her ass was drowned in a sea of sperm spewing from his cock. The tissue of her asshole was scalded by his hot, sticky come. But Sal loved it. She loved it!
Crying out as his ejaculation sent another small series of spasms racing through her body, Sal was left exhausted – for the moment.
Eventually the emotions died down. She moaned, feeling Phil's prick growing smaller inside her cunt, while Jim simply pulled his semi-hard cock from the depths of her asshole.
Sally had forgotten all about the other people in the room.
"Cut. Beautiful," someone cried; then the director brought all three of them a drink.
The liquor was good as it reached Sal's stomach, warming her. "Thanks a lot," she said.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes," Sal said. "I'm fine. My ass is sore, but it sure as hell was worth it."
"Oh, by the way," he said, "we're going to need you, for one more film today, but don't worry. It's a lesbian flick so you won't have to worry about getting any sorer."
"Fine by me," Sal said…
After waiting for about an hour while they cleaned up the studio, a girl of around eighteen walked in.
Bob called to her: "Laura, come here."
She was a swinging little chick with long, straight blonde hair that fell around her shoulders. She was wearing a light sweater, and it was plain to see, from the way her nipples poked through, she wasn't wearing a bra. Sal found herself wondering if she was wearing panties under her mini-skirt.
Sally could already feel the inside of her cunt getting all juicy. Sal was just dying to eat her, to tongue her hot, little twat and suck the cream therein.
Bob said, "Laura, I'd like you to meet Sally. She's going to be your co-star this afternoon."
Laura smiled approval, holding her hand to Sally. "Nice to meet you," Laura said, her voice soft and warm.
"The pleasure is all mine," Sally replied.
Fifteen minutes passed before lights and cameras were ready.
"Are you ready to have some fun?" said Bob.
Laura and Sal nodded.
"All right, girls," be said, "this is the story. Sally; you and Laura are sisters. Now, the opening shot is going to feature Sally. You're in bed trying to sleep, but you can't because you're horny as hell. Keeping yourself covered with blankets, I want you to slide your hand down to your cunt and begin jacking off. After a few seconds, throw off the blankets and open your legs as wide as you can. I'll want a tight shot of your cunt with your fingers moving in and out of it. Laura, at this time I'll cue you to walk in on Sally. You'll watch her masturbate for a moment and then you'll throw off your baby-doll and join her on the bed. You two know what to do after that. All right, places everybody."
Undressing quickly, Sally got under the covers and waited for the whirr of the cameras. As soon as they started, she went into her act, trying to show with facial expressions she was horny – not too difficult, because she was. Sally's cunt was itching so badly she could hardly stand it.
She slid her hand under the covers and began to stroke the inner lips of her twat, sighing as she felt the juices begin to ooze from her hole. Sally couldn't stand being covered – she wanted to be naked in front of the world. She threw the blankets off the bed, opened her legs to expose her cunt dripping with juice, to the cyclopean eye of the camera, then sank three fingers as far as possible inside the steaming hole.
At that point, Laura walked in. She was wearing a see-through babydoll nightie that let, not only the soft mounds of her boobs show, but her light patch of pussy hair. She watched Sally for a few moments while she continued to finger-fuck her cunt, then Laura stripped, walked to the bed, keeping her eyes glued to Sally's dripping vagina.
With a guttural moan, Laura was suddenly beside Sally on the bed, their mouths pressing together. Sally felt the wetness of Laura's tongue invading her mouth and welcomed it.
Laura's tongue was long, wet and warm, like a serpent as it slithered down Sal's throat, causing Sal to moan with passion.
Their hands were all over each other's body. Sally cupped and squeezed the warm flesh of Laura's boobs, while she found the hot, wet flesh of Sally's cunt. Laura moaned softly as Sally felt fingers sliding up her moist, humid channel.
Their tongues were also all over the place, lapping at each other's face, throat, neck and ears. They were both rapidly going out of their minds with passion. Not even Bob expected to get film this good.
Bending her head down, Sally sucked one of Laura's rock-hard nipples into her mouth. Sally bit on Laura's sensitive flesh while pressing an index finger against the tightness of Laura's asshole. As Sal pressed harder, Laura pushed her ass against Sally. Sally got the message. Without even wetting her finger, she slammed it all the way up Laura's tight, dark channel. A scream of half-pain, half-pleasure flew from Laura's throat. Sal moved her finger in and out of Laura's ass, while her thumb found Laura's dripping, slimy cunt hole. Laura cried out again as Sal's thumbnail scraped against the tender walls of her vagina.
"Oh, Sally," Laura screamed, "do it to me. Oh, God, harder. That's so good. Oh, I can't stand it. Push it in, more, more, oh, yes, fuck my ass. Oh, shit, shit. Oh my God…"
Sal's thumb inside Laura's cunt, rampaging in and out of her co-star's liquid hole was turning the juices into a thick, white froth, with the odor permeating Sally's nostrils, exploding inside her brain.
Sally whipped her body around into the sixty-nine position, positioning her own dripping vagina against Laura's mouth. Immediately Sal felt the long, slippery length of Laura's tongue sliding up her twat hole. At the same time Laura was savagely twisting the erect length of Sal's clitoris between her fingers. Sal was going out of her mind with passion.
She buried her head between Laura's legs and began lapping at the white foam of her cunt juice, taking long licks all the way up and down the length of her swollen gash.
Husky moans came from both their throats as their passion mounted, caught inside a vortex of lust. In a daring move, Sal's tongue left Laura's cunt and moved down an inch or so to her red, puckered asshole. Sal pressed against it with the tip of her tongue. The taste was acridly strong, but excited her. She pushed harder, felt the ring of muscle around Laura's entrance give and suddenly Sally had an inch of tongue imbedded inside Laura's shit hole.
A loud gasp came from Laura as Sally began to fuck her ass with her tongue. Laura's screams of passion filled the room. Her legs opened wider to give Sal more access to Laura's asshole that had now blossomed open like a bright, red flower.
Laura's tongue was still slithering madly inside the wet flesh of Sally's vagina and she felt an orgasm building. Sally's ass rotated in small circles as she ground a swollen vagina against Laura's face, soaking her with Sally's warm pussy juice. Sally was still tongue-fucking her asshole, while thrusting four fingers in and out of Laura's cream-soaked cunt; both were on the verge of coming, both working madly to satisfy the other.
Suddenly Laura screamed and Sal knew Laura's moment had arrived. Sal pressed her mouth to Laura's cunt and sucked her twat for all she was worth, trying to capture the sweet, hot cream that was now spewing forth from her palpitating hole.
The taste of Laura's cunt-juice was all Sal needed. Her body suddenly exploded with an orgasm, sending her discharge of come-juice into Laura's hungrily sucking mouth.
As the spasms began to ebb, Laura's tongue slowed to the joint where she was just lightly licking at the now supersensitive flesh of Sal's vagina. It was beautiful.
When it was all over, Sal rolled off Laura and pressed lips to Laura's in a warm, wet, slow kiss, both tasting the rich flavor of their cunts.
Director Bob was standing over them. Giving both a kiss, he said, "Kids, that was great. Just great. Take a break while we work out the next sequence."
Robes on, Laura and Sal sat drinking coffee, wondering what Bob meant by the next sequence. Sally didn't know what else they could do. She had already been with two guys and a girl. What else was there?
The answer came with entrance of a tall, ruggedly handsome guy with a large German shepherd. Sally's heart skipped a beat as she stared disbelievingly at the dog. Surely I'm not going to fuck a dog – or am I?
Laura looked at Sally with amusement. "Is this going to be the first time that you've made it with a mutt?" she asked.
Sally stared back. "Do you mean that we are going to be fucking that dog?"
Laura was grinning obscenely from ear to ear. "That's right," she said. "Only we'll probably be doing more than fucking it, if I know Bob."
As she continued to stare at the animal, Sally began to feel a perverted sense of desire playing over her body: Bob looked over to her.
"Sally," be said, "come meet your new partner."
Sally could feel her cunt itching with passion; the juices beginning to flow.
Looking to the man holding the leash, Bob said, "Sally, this is Ric Vogel." Looking at the dog sitting quietly beside Vogel, he added, "This is Muster. He'll be with you and Laura in the next scene."
As she looked at him, the animal's tongue came out and licked his chops. Sally could just about imagine what it would feel like inside her hot, wet cunt.
After explaining what was to be done in the scene, Bob left the three of them, Sally, Laura and Muster, on the bed ready to begin. As soon as the cameras started, the show began.
Slowly, sensually, Laura spread her legs so her still-wet cunt could be caught by the camera. Sally pressed the animal's face against the swollen lips of Laura's vagina and watched as the animal hungrily ate the warm flesh, taking long licks all the way up the length of her gash.
As the dog licked Laura's twat, Sally mouthed Laura's breasts, sucking the hard nipples into her mouth, then gently biting the way she liked it.
After only a couple of minutes, Laura was already insane with desire from the dog's long tongue tirelessly lapping at her twat.
It was now time to change. Following direction, Sally got on all fours, keeping her ass up and toward the camera, while Laura directed the dog to Sally's cunt. After watching him lap Sally's cunt for another minute, the camera switched to catch Laura's hand slowly rubbing up and down the dog's cock until an eight-inch length of pink doggie burger protruded from the hair covered sheath. Wetting her hand with saliva, Laura went back to jacking off the dog, a look of crazed passion on her face.
Sally switched from her hands and knees position onto her, back so the camera would have a better shot of the animal licking her cunt. At the same time, she cupped and kneaded the soft flesh of her boobs, pulling roughly on the erect tips of her nipples. The temperature inside her vagina rose another few degrees as she watched Laura rubbing the dog's cock.
Time for something new: getting up, Sally helped Laura roll the dog over onto his back. His cock, enlarged ready for a fucking, was standing straight into the air.
Holding the dog still, Laura squatted over his face. Shivers of lust raced through her body as she felt his tongue reaching out once again to lap at her cream-filled gash.
Sally looked hungrily, at the animal's cock, glistening pink and wet in the light. Her hand wrapped around the hard length of flesh and moved up and down. Her cunt tingled with desire as she realized the perversity of what she was doing; I'm jacking off a dog. I'm actually rubbing a dog's cock!
Her mouth moved closer to the animal's organ. The musk of his sex reached her nose, exciting her all the more. I have to taste it. Her tongue, wet with saliva, came out from her mouth. Making a great stride forward in the depravity business, she licked the tip of the dog's prick. The flavor filled her mouth. She was a woman possessed: her mouth opened wide and, in one huge gulp, engulfed the entire cock into her mouth. The dog yelped with pleasure as he felt the wet warmth of Sally's mouth sucking his extended penis. As she sucked him, Sally lightly fondled his balls, bouncing them around inside his hairy, black sack.
Time for Sally to experience a new degradation: leaving his cock, Sally lapped at his balls, then, opening her mouth, sucked both inside, letting them wallow in the warmth of her saliva-filled cavern; at the same time she went back to masturbating the animal.
Muster was going out of his dog-mind with lust. His loud yelps filled the room, echoing from the walls. His tongue shot madly from his mouth as he continued to lick Laura's cunt and ass, the odor of her sex adding to his excitement.
Sweat poured from Sally's body as she went back to sucking the entire length of Muster's dog cock, feeling it pressing against the back of her throat.
As she experienced his balls swelling with his load of sperm, Sally stopped sucking him. She didn't want him to come yet. I must see what it's like to have a dog's cock inside my cunt, fucking me.
Giving the pink cock one last suck, Sally squatted over the animal, the open, swollen how of her twat directly above his throbbing penis. Grasping the base of his cock, Sally lowered herself onto it. A loud, hoarse sigh of desire ripped through her throat as she felt the slimy organ sliding, up her passageway, deep into her cunt.
Although the cock wasn't as big as some of the men she had fucked, just the thought, just knowing that it was a dog's cock fucking her was enough to make her come.
Almost as soon as she put it in, her entire body exploded with the force of her orgasm. She became an erupting volcano as she spewed forth the hot lava of her come, soaking with its wet, sticky warmth the animal's prick, still imbedded deep inside her.
When it was over, she moved over to make way for Laura. Sally watched with perverted passion as Laura crawled over the dog's heaving frame and pressed her palpitating cunt hole against the tip of his throbbing cock.
A shudder went through Laura as she felt the meat slithering up her hole. She pumped her ass up and down, driving the slimy prick inside her grasping twat until she, too, with a scream of erotic joy reached her peak and showered his pounding cock with another discharge of female come.
When her orgasm ended, she moved off his writhing body and, together, she and Sally tried to satisfy the dog. Howls and yelps filled the room as Laura filled her mouth with his come soaked balls and Sally went back to sucking his flavorful cock. Faster and faster, Sally's mouth moved on his penis until, with a savage howl, he erupted inside her mouth.
Instead of pulling away, Sally continued to suck his cock, draining his nuts of every last drop of canine jism. Gradually his meat shrank inside her mouth until it was again enclosed inside its sheath.
The camera crew had run out of film, but they continued to watch with delight as Sally let her mouthful of hot, sticky sperm pour into Laura's open, waiting mouth. After swallowing it, the two French-kissed, still savoring the flavor of the carnal canine that remained on their tongues.
After this last episode, Sally, although she thoroughly enjoyed every minute, had to admit she was exhausted.
She welcomed Bob's announcement that they were now done for the day. Well done – on all sides – Sally thought.
Bob handed her a check for her day's work, then she and Laura left to have dinner together, each offering to pick up the check since both were five hundred dollars wealthier than when the day began.