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Ginny Weasley - Porn Star!	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 69972 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter 3 – Ginny’s First Scene

“You’ve been holding out on me,” Sam announced accusingly. “There’s no way that was your first time on stage.”

“Honestly, it was,” Ginny insisted.

“I guess you can just put it all down to my wonderful guidance and coaching,” Lucy proclaimed proudly. “I taught this girl everything she knows.”

“It’s true!” Ginny exclaimed.

“Whatever,” Sam said dismissively. “The point is that you were bloody great up there on stage. While I was watching you I was sat near a bunch of blokes and I swear one of them creamed his pants when you started rubbing your nipples. It was the expression on your face that did it, I think. You looked like you were actually enjoying it, that you really wanted them to see everything you’ve got. You look like a little angel and when you start getting dirty it just drives blokes wild. With your looks, you’re sitting on a goldmine, sweetheart.”

“I’m glad I’m good at something,” Ginny muttered.

“Oh, trust me, you’re a natural,” Sam insisted, “that’s why I’m going to take you on my books. In fact, I’ve already lined up a bit of work for you. I had another girl in mind for the gig, but now I’ve seen you get your kit off I reckon you’ll be perfect for it.”

“A job already? That’s great, Jenny!” Lucy cried.

“What will I be doing?” Ginny asked, suddenly feeling nervous again.

“It’s a nice, simple job to ease you into doing film work,” Sam explained. “It’s just a straight blowjob scene. All you have to do is get your baps out and suck a guy off. It’s going to be part of some compilation DVD.”

“There you go, Jenny, I said Sam would go easy on you at first, didn’t I?” Lucy told her before turning to their now shared manager. “Do you know who Jenny will be working with?”

“Nah, they haven’t told me. Warren Archer will be directing it, though, and he’s not a bad sort. Mad as a brush, but not bad otherwise.”

“Oh, Warren’s okay. Don’t worry, Jenny, he’d never make you do any weird shit,” Lucy assured her friend.

“If you say so. It looks like I’ll need a bit more training,” Ginny responded. Despite their assurances that this was an easy gig, the thought of sucking some stranger’s cock was filling her with trepidation. True, she’d done it at her audition, but an entire film crew would be watching this time.

“Well, I can give you advice and we can watch a few films, but I’m afraid I’m anatomically incapable of helping you more, babe,” Lucy giggled.

“I did mean it like that!”

“Okay, so are you girls nearly ready to leave? I take it you want a ride back home?” Sam interrupted.

“Oh, I just need to finish changing and pack up all my make up,” Lucy informed her.

“Fine, I’m going to the bar. I’ll meet you both out by my car in twenty minutes. I would say come and find me but I suspect you two would get mobbed if you stepped out into that hall right now. See you in a bit,” Sam responded before exiting the dressing room and closing the door firmly behind her.

“Oh, but this wonderful,” Lucy told Ginny as soon as their manager had gone. “You’re on Warner’s books now which means you can continue staying at the flat! I would have been heartbroken if you’d had to leave.”

“Not as upset as I would have been,” Ginny replied. “Still, I have to say I’m a bit worried about this job. I know I did something similar at my audition, but this is a bit different, isn’t it?”

“Everyone gets nervous during their first time being filmed. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll do just fine.”

Despite her friend’s assurances, Ginny wasn’t quite so sure. She was being dragged faster and faster into a world of depravity and she wasn’t sure about anything anymore.

The day of the shoot arrived far quicker than Ginny would have liked, and it was all too soon when she found herself climbing into Sam’s car to be taken to the location the film was being made at. She was somewhat surprised when her manager pulled into what looked like an industrial estate and parked in front of a squat, nondescript building that could pass as a small factory. The butterflies had returned to her stomach as she followed Sam into the building.

“Samantha!” a loud voice cried as they entered. “I haven’t seen you in an age, my darling. How are you?”

Ginny looked over to see a short, rotund man with an odd, waxed moustache and a small beard coming towards them with his arms outstretched. He was dressed in brown cords and a white shirt tucked into his trousers. The red cravat he wore added to his eccentric vibe.

“Warren, you old wanker!” Sam greeted him. “How are you doing?”

“I’m splendid, simply splendid!” Warren informed her after taking her into a rough embrace. He let go and turned his eyes on Ginny. “Ooh, so who is this divine little creature? Please tell me this is the new talent you’ve brought for the shoot today.”

“Indeed, this is Jenny Johnson,” Sam confirmed. “It’s her first shoot so you be good to her, mind.”

“Aren’t I always?” Warren exclaimed with mock outrage. “Oh, Jenny! You’re like a little fiery angel! You’re simply radiant, my dear, radiant! I simply can’t wait to see you handle a cock.”

“Yeah, all in good time,” Sam interrupted. “Anyway, you got the kettle on? I’m dying for a cup of coffee.”

“I’m a terrible host,” Warren wailed. “Come through and I will provide refreshments! The male actor is already here so once everyone has drinks we can start the pre-production meeting.”

They followed him through a set of swing doors into what appeared to be a meeting room. A small kitchenette was off to one side and standing by it with a cup in his hand was the man Ginny assumed she was going to be working with. On first glance, she was impressed.

“Jenny, this is who you’ll be performing with today,” Warren announced leading her by the hand. “This is Peter Sandler. He’s an experienced adult film actor who I use on a regular basis. Peter, this is Jenny Johnson and it’s her first time, so behave or I’ll have to slap your legs.”

“Hi, Jenny, nice to meet you,” Peter said offering his hand.

“Likewise,” she replied, accepting the handshake.

Peter was tall and lean. His jeans and simply t-shirt hinted at a muscular psychic and his smile was warm and welcoming. His hair was on the longish side and rather messy. If he’d had green eyes then Ginny would have been reminded of another young man but, she decided quickly, it was probably best not to think about that person at the moment.

“So, first shoot, eh? Are you nervous?” Peter asked her.

“Yeah, definitely,” she confirmed. “Maybe a little bit excited, too.”

“Not as excited as I am right now,” he told her with a grin. “You’re absolutely gorgeous, Jenny. I can’t wait to start working with you.”

Ginny could only giggle at the man’s enthusiasm, even if she thought he was being nice. After all, the bloke was about to get his dick sucked. She would have to have been a bit of a moose for him not to be excited.

“If everyone’s got a drink, let’s begin,” Warren called out.

“Oh, Jenny, you haven’t got anything,” Peter pointed out. “Can I get you something?”

“Just some water, please,” she replied.

Like a true gentleman, Peter hurried over to a refrigerator and retrieved a cold bottle of water for her. After thanking him, they both sat down at the large table that dominated the room. As well as Warren and Sam, several other people wandered in and took seats. As the newcomers were all middle-aged and had a jaded look about them, Ginny assumed they must be the film crew.

“Welcome, everyone, welcome,” Warren began. “I hate to start on a downer but what was meant to be a simple shoot is already turning into a bit of a headache. I’ve been told the location we intend to use for the exterior shots won’t be available until six. The guy running the shop was going to close it especially for us to use, but his boss turned up unexpectedly and that ideas went out the window. I’m afraid it will be a late night, people.”

The crew all groaned.

“Never mind. Anyway, to business. This is going to be a relatively straightforward shoot. The setup is that our divine little angel, Jenny here, is in a shop indulging in a bit of five-fingered discount. Peter, who will be dressed as a security guard, catches her slipping items into her bag and apprehends here. Poor Jenny is then dragged to his office, which will be the interior set here, and proceeds to empty her bag. We’re playing that for laughs, by the way. We have a table with a hole cut in the middle and a bag with a hole in the bottom. As Peter reaches into the bag, he’ll be handed increasingly large items from a set hand under the table. We have plant pots, cuddly toys, all kinds of things. Anyway, the last item he pulls out will be a very large carrot.”

“Bloody hell, is this a Carry On film,” Sam asked with a chuckle.

“Nothing like adding a bit of humour to the proceedings,” Warren replied. “Anyway, at the sight of the carrot, Jenny you’ll become all contrite, begging him not to call the police and that you’ll do anything if he’ll just let you off. You’ll then take the carrot out of his hand and give him a demonstration of what you mean by ‘anything’. Basically, Jenny, I want you to treat the carrot just like it’s a cock, alright? Lick it, suck, that sort of thing. I then want you to strip down to your knickers and use the carrot on yourself, rub it between your tits and between your legs. Your panties stay on, though. For some reason, the producer is adamant about that. After you finish doing that, you approach Peter and push him up against a desk. Peter, make sure you hit your mark, okay? Jenny, you’ll then pull his trousers down and start sucking his cock. I want to see lots of tongue and plenty of saliva. Make it messy, alright, my dear?”

“No deep throating, though,” Sam interrupted. “I won’t have my girls doing none of that. I had one of them nearly choke doing that, I did.”

Jenny smiled in relief. It was one thing Lucy had said she should request Sam to do. Sam had agreed, stating that someone as small as her could get injured by having some idiot ram his oversized cock down her throat.

“No problem,” Warren agreed. “It always comes over as a bit rough to me. I like my films to have more class.”

“No issues from me,” Peter agreed.

“Excellent. Now, for the cum shot, I want it over her face. Jenny is a beautiful little thing and I’m sure she’ll look even more radiant covered in jizz. I’m relying on you, Peter, I want her darling freckly-face positively smothered!”

“I’ll see what I can do,” he replied with a grin.

“Okay, well, as we have to wait to take the exterior shots at least we don’t have to hurry this. Jenny, if you could head off to make-up and Peter you go to wardrobe. Let’s make this a good one everybody!”

It was a good two hours before they were ready to start shooting, giving plenty of time for Ginny to get really nervous. One thing that actually helped was that she got to hang out with her co-star a while. While the crew worked on the set they sat off to one side and chatted.

“Don’t worry about not doing the whole deep throat thing. Virtually every actress has something they’re not comfortable with,” Peter assured her.

“I’m pretty small and I just don’t think I can do it,” she revealed. “Besides, it’s not very sexy, is it? I mean, do people really get off on seeing a woman gagging on a cock with tears running down her eyes?”

“Some people do,” Peter revealed.

“It’s stupid. My flatmate showed me a load of porn flics recently to give me an idea of what I would have to do and some of them, especially the American ones, they’re really violent! The blokes are all, like, ‘suck my dick, bitch’ and ‘eat my fucking cock’. The actors actually look angry! They’re not gentle with the girls, either, dragging them around and beating them with their cocks. Sometimes they even strangle them! Surely sex should be fun. If you’re going to watch porn, wouldn’t you want to see the actors enjoying themselves?”

“I dunno, Jenny,” Peter admitted. “You’re right about those American films, though. Everyone looks the same in them, too. The blokes all look like they’ve spent every waking minute in the gym, pausing only to wolf down a handful of steroids, while women all have fake tits, fake tans, and have had liposuction! You can barely tell one of them from the other.”

“Yeah, I noticed that, too.”

“I agree about having fun with it, as well. I mean, I got into this business after leaving college. My results were middling at best and I suddenly realised I didn’t have a career plan and I didn’t really want one. I started doing this to have a laugh and to earn some dough. That’s why I like working with Warren Archer. He comes over as a bit weird but he really cares about the films he makes but he likes to have a laugh, too. That’s why we’re doing the ‘hole in the bag’ trick. Still, he really is a craftsman. He knows all about the technical aspects and how to light things correctly. He really is good enough to make mainstream films.”

“I’m hearing every word of this, my boy, but you’re right. I am a genius,” they heard the faint voice of Warren cry. They both laughed.

“Seriously, his films always look good and just have a classier edge to them,” Peter continued.

“How long have you been doing this now?” she asked.

“On and off, about four years,” he replied. “I took a year off in the middle and went and lived in Tenerife for a year, which was great until I ran out of money. I’d like to do something like that again, though, perhaps Malaga this time.”

“Sounds great,” she agreed, suddenly think about what she could do if she started earning good money. “So, you enjoy this work?”

“Yeah, definitely. I mean, it can be a pain sometimes and there’s lots of hanging about, like now, but in what other job will I get my cock sucked by a beautiful girl on a regular basis?”

“Can’t think of one,” she agreed with a laugh. “Do you ever get tired of it, though? You must have bad days. I can imagine it’s pretty difficult to get a hard-on if you’re feeling down, or whatever.”

“Oh, these days everyone uses Viagra,” he explained. “These shoots can be expensive and no director wants to run the risk of his leading man turning limp mid-shot.”

“Viagra?”

“Yeah, you know. Those pills that were designed to combat erectile dysfunction? They’re guaranteed to give you a boner each time, every time. The only problem with them is that you have to take it at least an hour before you start filming, so you have to be careful about your timings. I took it two hours ago and because of all this faffing around I’ve had to walk around with a hard dick all that time.”

“You have a hard-on now?” Ginny gasped, peering at the front of his trousers. Peter leaned back allowing her to see the large lump there. “Blimey! That’s impressive. How big is your cock, then?”

“You’ll find out in a little while, won’t you?” he replied with a smirk.

“I guess I will,” she confirmed, suddenly starting to feel rather excited about the whole thing.

“Okay, we’re ready!” Warren’s voice called out. “Places everyone! We’re ready to start shooting.”

“At last!” Peter exclaimed.

It took another few minutes to get everyone in place before they could begin. Peter and Ginny stood waiting just offset. Ginny was dressed in normal street clothes with a denim bag over her shoulder while Peter was dressed in a rather badly fitting security guards outfit, complete with peaked cap. She’d already teased him about how awful it looked but he took it with good grace.

“And…. Action!” Warren yelled.

Peter grabbed Ginny by the arm and pushed onto the set while she pretended to struggle. She was gently dragged over to a table in the middle of the set. Peter then snatched the bag off her shoulder and dumped it on the tabletop.

“Right, let’s have a little look what you have in here, shall we?” he declared loudly.

“Cut!” Warren yelled. “Switch tables, please. Monty, bring over the props.”

The table was substituted for the one with the hole in it and the bag switched with another that had been cut open at the bottom. The man Warren had referred to Monty crawled under the table dragging a large box with various objects in it. He was grumbling to himself constantly as he did so.

“Okay, have you got the first item ready, Monty? Yes? Good. Get ready everyone, and… action!”

After shooting an unfriendly glare at Ginny, Peter reached into the bag and pulled out a can of soup which the stagehand had just passed to him.

“Ah-ha! You have been shoplifting!” he declared.

“I brought that from home,” Ginny replied in an unconcerned voice.

“What else have you got, eh?”

This time Peter pulled out a French loaf which was clearly too long to have been in the bag. Triumphantly, he put the bread to one side and reached in again, this time pulling out a cooking pot. This was followed by a toaster, a box set of DVD’s, a set of kitchen knives, a food blender, a cuddly rabbit (Snuggles! Ginny cried when she saw it), a desk-side lamp, a large bag of potatoes, a potted plant, and a games console. The flimsy table was beginning to groan under the weight of all the stuff. Finally, Peter reached in and pulled out a very long carrot which he stared at in disbelief for a moment, before turning to Ginny again.

“Look at all this stuff! I’ve got you bang to right!”

“Oh, please, sir, don’t call the police,” she wailed in her best little-girl voice. “I only took that stuff because my mummy is sick and my daddy has been out of work. My sister needs a life-saving operation and my brother has diphtheria! Please don’t let them arrest me!”

“Well, I don’t know…” Peter began.

“Oh, please,” Ginny began to step forward and gently taking the carrot from his hand. “If you do I’ll do ANYTHING for you.”

“Anything?”

“Oh, yeah, anything. Let me demonstrate…”

Slowly, she opened her mouth and poked her tongue out. She then gently began to lick the tip of the vegetable in a very suggestive way. With the main camera now focused on her, she licked the entire length of the carrot whilst trying to ignore Monty who was at that moment crawling out from under the table and offset.

“Nice,” Peter growled. “So, what kind of things do you like to do with that, eh?”

“Would you like me to show you?”

“Hell, yes!” he agreed.

With a wicked smile on her face, Ginny began to unbutton her blouse before pulling it open. She trailed the tip of the carrot over the tops of her breasts and down between them. Then, through the thin material of her bra, she began to rub her left nipple with the vegetable. She was aware that every eye in the room was on her, but it was Peter’s hungry expression that captured her attention.

“Mmm, that feels good,” she purred, feeling her nipple stiffen. Her bra was made of a silky material and when she moved the carrot away the protuberance was clearly visible. A quick glance at the front of Peter’s trousers revealed his lump was still there in full force, too. Clearly, both of them were getting turned on by this. She repeated her rubbing act on her left nipple, until that also formed a hard point, causing her to moan softly.

“Beautiful, Jenny dear,” Warren’s voice called out. “Now, pull your bra down a little. Let’s see some nipple.”

Sam had already explained that Warren would be giving her instructions all the way through. His voice wouldn’t be heard on the finished recording because he was too far away to be picked up by the boom mike over her head. As she was too inexperienced to really know what she was doing, she was glad that she would just be following orders.

Holding the carrot in her right hand, she used the fingers on her left hand to pull down the material of her bra, exposing her left nipple to everyone. She’d never seen it quite so erect before, and it jutted out quite prominently. Again, her thoughts drifted to her audition and Trevor Peacock’s tongue licking it. God, she was getting excited!

She rubbed the carrot against her nipple and its rough surface felt amazing against her skin. She moaned again as she pressed it hard against herself. Her legs were starting to tremble by this point and she could feel a dampness between her legs.

“Now the other nipple, Jenny,” Warren instructed her. “Let’s see the matching pair.”

Swopping hands, she tugged down the right cup of her bra, freeing her right nipple from its imprisonment. Again, she treated it roughly, rubbing the carrot hard against it. Fuck, it felt good!

“Lose the bra now, Jenny. Use the carrot like you’re giving a guy a tit-wank.”

Ginny didn’t really know what that meant but she thought she could probably guess. Putting the vegetable down on the table for a moment, she unhooked her bra and threw it off to the side. Peter, by this point, had started to rub himself through his trousers and he had a hungry expression on his face.

As she had done during her striptease, Ginny started to fondle herself, letting her thumbs caress her nipples as she squeezed her tits. She emitted a low growl of pleasure as she felt herself up. Next, she picked up the carrot and placed it in the valley between her breasts. It was a little hard to make sure it didn’t fall to the ground, but she eventually managed to trap it between her tits. While her boobs weren’t enormous, they were plenty big enough for this task and she mentally filed away the technique for use in future films. Enough of the carrot was sticking out, so she bent her head down and flicked the tip of it with her tongue.

“Beautiful! Beautiful,” Warren cried. “Now, lose the jeans, Jenny. I then want you to sit in that chair behind you and rub the carrot between your legs.”

Her fingers were shaking as she undid the button on her jeans. Eventually, she got them undone and tugged at the zip, before letting the garment drop around her ankles. She turned and pulled the simple wooden chair from under the table and positioned it facing Peter. Maintaining eye contact with the clearly-aroused man, she sat down and spread her legs wide.

Early, she’d felt herself getting wet but when she looked down she was surprised to see a large damp patch on her knickers through which the lips of her pussy could clearly be seen. She was further distracted when the cameraman dropped to his knees in front of her and pointed his camera direct between her legs.

“Okay, Jenny, use the carrot on yourself,” Warren urged.

Trying to stop her hands shaking, she again picked up the carrot and began to rub the front of her panties with it. The material was so thin that she could feel the rough texture of the vegetable against her wet cunt. She pressed it hard against her as she rubbed herself frantically.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she yelled, enjoying the sensation immensely. Her knickers were starting to look like she’d pissed herself and she wanted nothing more than to pull the soaking fabric to one side and to stuff the carrot deep into herself. Unfortunately, Warren had been clear that her knickers had to stay on and she wondered who gave that stupid fucking order.

As she desperately rubbed herself, she began to vary the angle that the carrot made contact with her pussy. She raised the tip, trying to make sure it pressed up against her clitoris but the material was getting in the way. It was very frustrating.

“Okay, scene change,” Warren called. “Jenny, put the carrot down and walk over to Peter. Push him against the desk and drop to your knees. Let the camera get in position and the pull his trousers down. Time to suck cock, sweetie.”

In truth, she would have liked to have carried on with what she was doing, but equally, she wanted to see what Peter had in his pants for her. She rose and walked over to him in a provocative manner, before placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back. He yielded easily and was soon half-perched on the edge of the desk. Ginny slowly lowered herself to her knees, letting her hand trail down his body as she did so.

“Hold there, Jenny. Get that camera in place. Yes, that’s good. Okay, Jenny, carry on.”

With the sudden realisation that she was nearly panting with arousal, Ginny used both hands to unbutton the front of Peter’s trousers. With one hand, she slowly lowered the zip, before gripping the material and pulling the garment all the way down. It revealed that he was wearing a pair of tight boxers through which his cock was straining to escape. Eager to make that happen, she yanked at the hem of his underwear and pulled his shorts all the way down.

At least this time she didn’t nearly get slapped in the face with it when it sprang out, although she judged Peter’s dick to be just as big as Peacock’s had been. She wrapped her hand around the shaft, examining it in fascination.

Her audition had been a strange occurrence. Her thoughts had been dominated by the idea that she was being ripped off and that Peacock was just using her. The fact that he’d fucked her brains out was immaterial; she’d been worried, a little scared, and aroused all at the same time. Here, she knew no one was ripping her off and that she could actually enjoy the experience. This was only the second time she’d held a cock in her hand and she wanted to make the most of it.

Still gripping the massive dong in her right hand, Ginny used her left index finger to examine the penis. She ran it along the edge of his swollen glands, making him gasp and twitch. Next, she ran it down the slit at the tip of his cock, which made him cry out in pleasure. This cock was a thing of beauty, she decided, erect and proud, and she wanted nothing more than to play with it.

“That’s super, Jenny, really great,” Warren called out. “Now, use your mouth sweetheart.”

Rather than taking it immediately into her mouth, she elected to use her tongue first. Realising that it had been when she rubbed the slit of his penis that Peter reacted the most, she used the tip of her tongue to run up and down it. The effect it had on him was amazing.

“Oh, fuck me, that’s incredible,” he nearly screamed.

“Peter, get your bloody shirt out the way, it's blocking the shot,” Warren yelled angrily.

Ginny beat him to it, unbuttoning his shirt completely and letting her hands run all over his smooth, muscular body. She didn’t linger, though, and again wrapped her hand around his throbbing shaft before licking his swollen gland, leaving it gleaming with moisture. As Peter groaned out loud, she angled his dick upwards and ran her tongue all the way up his shaft, from right from his balls up to the very tip.

“Oh, that is beautiful, princess,” Warren exclaimed. “Suck his balls!”

Pausing only to flick her tongue over the slit in his cock again, Ginny left a gleaming trail of saliva as she made her way back down his shaft. With her right hand, she pulled his dick upwards so his balls would dangle downwards. Then, with agonising slowness, she began to suck his left testicle into her mouth.

“Oh, for fuck's sake!” Peter yelled, practically panting with excitement.

With her lips wrapped tight around his swollen bollock, Ginny sucked as hard as she could. She could feel him pulsating in her hand and she marvelled to have such power over him. Letting the testicle slide out of her mouth, she eagerly licked his ball sack, before leaning over and taking his right testicle into her mouth. To add to the man’s delicious torture, she started to use her hand to wank him.

“That’s superb, Jenny, just superb. Now, lick your way back up his cock and this time I want you to suck it.”

She followed Warren’s instructions, licking Peter’s cock like it was a giant meat lollypop. When she reached the head, she was delighted to see a drop of creamy cum dripping out of the slit. Without even stopping to think, she eagerly licked it up.

“Fucking… fucking hell,” Peter stammered. “Can we stop? Can we stop for a bit?”

“What’s wrong?” Ginny asked in concern.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing, and that’s the problem,” he whimpered.

“Oh, dear, is our sweet little angel about to make you shoot your load, Peter?” Warren asked in amusement. “I can’t say I blame you. Let’s take a minute, everyone. Someone get Jenny some water.”

The floor was rather hard on her knees, so Ginny stood up. Someone pressed a bottle of water into her hand and she drank gratefully. Peter continued to lean against the desk, his cock sticking out like a flagpole and his face red. He looked at her with a pained expression.

“It felt amazing, Jenny, but, I swear, if you lick my Jap’s eye once more, I’m going to explode.”

“Sorry,” she giggled. “I just thought you’d like it.”

“I DO like it… far too bloody much, actually. I’m loving this whole shoot. God, you look so bloody sexy, Jenny, it’s doing my head in. Christ, I wish I was getting to fuck you in this film.”

“Well, maybe next time,” she replied, thinking exactly the same thing. She was practically aching for him to ram that big cock into her dripping wet cunt. In fact, when they’d finished shoot maybe she would suggest just that to him.

“Okay, are we ready to go again, Peter?” Warren called.

“Yeah, although I don’t think this is going to be the longest film in the world,” he admitted.

“Doesn’t matter, dear boy, we have a strict time allowance, anyway, and I want to keep as much footage of my little red angel rubbing her lovely pussy as possible.”

“Good, ‘cos I’m about ready to cum,” Peter revealed. “God, how I want to cum right now.”

“Your opportunity is right around the corner!” Warren declared loud. “Places everyone! Jenny, back down on your knees, sweetie, and this time I want you to take him into your mouth. I really need some shots of you sucking cock and we’d better get them before Pete-e-poo springs a leak.”

“Fuck you, Warren,” Peter shot back, although he was laughing.

Ginny obligingly dropped to her knees with her face just inches from Peter’s dick. It looked just as red and swollen as it did before and she did wonder how long he would last.

“Right, now, wrap your hand around his prick like you had before, Jenny. Yes, that’s it. Now, right after I yell action I want you to start sucking. Make it noisy and messy, my dear, and… ACTION!”

As soon as the word left Warren’s mouth, Ginny leaned forward stuffed as much cock into her mouth as she could. She was surprised that she managed to fit so much in and her lips wrapped around his shaft, meaning she had the whole of the head in her mouth. She slurped loudly and let out a low moan of ecstasy.

“That’s it, Jenny, suck it, darling, suck it,” Warren encouraged her.

Keeping the base of his shaft firmly gripped in her hand, Ginny began to fuck Peter with her mouth. Her head bobbed backward and forwards quickly, and she tried to keep as much saliva in her mouth as possible so each time his cock passed between her lips it made a squelching noise.

She could hear Peter’s laboured breathing and it was obvious he was desperately trying not to spunk. She was pretty damn turned on as well, and she decided to mix things up, pulling his cock from her mouth and rubbing her moist lips all over his length, with her tongue frantically flicking against it. She kept moaning like she was in ecstasy which, she had to admit, she pretty much was. If only she could feel this beautiful cock thrust deep inside her…

“I’m cumming!” Peter bellowed suddenly.

Grasping she had only seconds, Ginny opened her mouth and aimed his straining dick straight into it. As she began to pump him with her fist, she heard him whimper once before a thick jet of spunk shot from the slit at the end of his cock and into her mouth. A second jet hit a moment later, mostly catching her on the cheek and making her blink. His third burst barely dribbled out, and she aimed his cock upwards so it would drip down his shaft.

Starting at his balls, Ginny ran her tongue up the length of his cock so she met the great glob of spunk about half-way up his dick. She let it drip onto her tongue to join the rest of his discharge.

“Stick your tongue out at the camera!” Warren practically screamed.

Ginny turned her head and looked directly at the camera. She then slowly stuck out her tongue as far as it would go. She could taste the huge glob of salty cum sat there and she wondered how long she would have to hold this position.

“Now, swallow it!” Warren urged. “Swallow it all and then stick your tongue out again.”

With one big gulp, she did as she was instructed but this time when she stuck her tongue out, she wiggled it about like she was blowing a raspberry.

“Fantastic! A work of art!” Warren crowed. “Now, deliver your closing line.”

She turned back to Peter, who was visibly shaking although he did have a massive grin on his face. She ran her hand over his flat, six-pack of a stomach and looked up at him with her big, brown eyes.

“Have I been a good girl?” she asked teasingly. “Will you let me off this once?”

“Hmm,” Peter pretended to ponder. “I guess I’ll be generous this time since you were such a good girl.”

“Thanks. By the way, can I keep the carrot?” she ad-libbed.

The whole room burst into laughter.

Sadly, Ginny never got a chance to suggest to Peter that they continue the scene alone, as Sam descended on her as soon as Warren had yelled ‘cut’ and ‘that’s a wrap’. The busty blonde thrust a dressing gown and a box of tissues at her while standing over her like a guardian angel.

“Wipe that jizz off your face, my girl,” Sam instructed. “The place has a small changing room with a shower so you can get clean properly in there. After that, we’ll piss off and find a decent pub to have some lunch. I’m fucking starving.”

“But I thought we still had some other filming to do,” Ginny protested.

“Not until after six, and I’m fucked if I’m hanging around here until then. Nah, let’s find a place to have a drink and a bite to eat. I want to have a chat with you, anyway.”

“I did alright here, didn’t I?” she asked, suddenly worried.

“Alright?” Sam repeated in disbelief. “Babe, if Sandler’s smile got any wider his face would have split open. All my years in the business and I’ve never seen anyone handle a cock like you. You were fucking brilliant.”

“Oh, thanks.”

“Now, let’s get you into the shower so you can wipe all that muck off you. Come with me.”

She just had time to give Peter a quick wave before she was dragged away.

As the warm water caressed her body, Ginny began to comprehend just how bloody frustrated she was. While Peter had been given the opportunity to relieve himself all over her, Ginny had been afforded no such luxury. Rubbing herself with that bloody carrot had just made her hornier and no relief had been forthcoming. Her plan to drag her co-star off somewhere so she could fuck him had also just been shot down thanks to Samantha’s apparent hunger.

Bollocks.

Realising she would be squirming all afternoon in frustration if she didn’t do something, she began to masturbate. Generally, when she did this sort of thing she liked to use a handy object, the handle of her hairbrush being her favourite. This time, her fingers had to suffice and she couldn’t even take her time doing it. Frantically, rubbed her clit and stuck her fingers up herself as far as they would go. After several minutes of work, she eventually came, but it was a decidedly unsatisfactory wank. Still, it would have to do. She’d been so turned-on before that she would have probably jumped on the first bloke she’d seen when they got to the pub and fucked him on the bar.

After finishing washing and cleaning herself, she dressed and found Sam waiting for her outside the changing area. With barely a word, the brassy blonde turned and started walking with Ginny trailing behind. They left the building and got in Sam’s car.

“I was talking with Warren while you were in the shower,” Sam revealed as she reversed the car out. “He was practically bouncing with joy. He reckons you’re going to be a big star and he wants to direct your next scene.”

“Oh. Right. Great.”

“Don’t take that attitude,” Sam scolded her. “Archer is a pretty well-respected director around the porn world and his DVD’s normally sell well. If he’s taken a shine to you if could be your big break.”

“I thought he was more likely to take a shine to Peter,” Ginny suggested.

“Oh, I know he acts like a big poof, but Warren is straight. He’s married, actually. Mind you, she’s a frosty old cow, quite a few years older than him and said to be quite rich. They’re both big foodies, you see, and they like to spend all their money at fancy restaurants. Me, I’d rather have a steak and ale pie and a nice G&T, but each to their own.”

“Wow, I thought he was gay, for sure,” Ginny gasped.

“Nah, he’s just a heterosexual man trapped in a poof’s body. Ah, this is the pub I was looking for!”

Sam swung the vehicle into the carpark of a substantial-looking public house and parked up. The two women entered the establishment to find it nearly empty, the lunchtime rush being over sometime before. They took seats in a secluded booth and looked over the menu. Sam was in luck as steak and ale pie was indeed available while Ginny chose fish and chips.

“My treat for you working so hard,” Sam announced, heading to the bar to order.

After she left, Ginny started to feel a little down. Her first film shoot had gone well, but it had just left her frustrated and covered in spunk. She thought back to her audition and the satisfaction she’d felt after Peacock had fucked her. The man was a slimeball, but he’d made her cum twice and her pussy had felt well satisfied after he’d finished. Now, the fire in her loins still raged and she had no means to quench those flames.

As she sulked, Sam reappeared and shoved a glass at her.

“What’s this?”

“Gin and tonic,” Sam revealed. “Take it from an old hand, nothing washed away the taste of cum like a drop of gin.”

“I didn’t really mind the taste,” Ginny mumbled but took a sip of her drink anyway. The gin was sharp and made her wince. Still, perhaps some booze would improve her mood.

“You’re still horny as hell, ain’t ya,” Sam smirked knowingly.

“Well, I am feeling a bit unsatisfied,” Ginny admitted.

“I don’t blame you,” Sam agreed. “I’ve been left like that a few times. The bloke gets his rocks off and you end up on your knees dripping in jizz. It ain’t fair, is it? I will give you some advice, though. I saw the way you were looking at Sandler and I’m betting you wanted to go off with him somewhere and get him to fuck you, eh?”

“No, I didn’t,” Ginny lied.

“Bollocks. I saw the way you looked at him. Anyway, take it from someone who knows, never fuck a co-worker unless someone is pointing a camera at you and you’re getting paid for it. If you start making things personal you’ll end up creating all sorts of complications that you don’t want. Most porn actors are insecure bastards and if you start blurring the lines between work and your social life, you’re asking for trouble. Nah, you’re better off going home after we finish and borrowing one of Lucy’s dildos.”

Ginny blushed red.

“Besides, I don’t think you’ll have the same problem again. Warren is keen to cast you again very soon as this time he wants it to be a proper boy/girl fuck shoot. After your performance today, I take it you don’t have a problem getting fucked on camera?”

Ginny nervously looked round to see if they were being overheard, but the pub was deserted.

“Umm, no, I don’t have a problem with that,” she admitted, surprising herself by how true that statement was. She genuinely wanted to have a big cock shoved up her while a load of people watched.

“This is partly why I wanted to talk to you now,” Sam explained. “When we go back, I want to agree with Warren exactly what you’re prepared to do. Now, fucking and cum swallowing are the basics and we’ve got them covered. He never makes his girls deep throat, so that ain’t an issue, but what else will you do?”

“Umm, what else are you suggesting?”

“Will you take it up the arse?” Sam asked bluntly.

“Oh! Umm, I’m not so keen on that idea,” Ginny admitted.

“Look, Jenny, I’m about to give you the best advice anyone entering the porn business can get. Work hard, make your money, and then get out as fast as you can.”

“Eh?”

“Look, I’m not telling you to bugger off and leave me in the lurch. You do that and I’ll have your guts for garters. I’m just saying this business is rotten and working in it for too long does something to your mind. Stay too long and you’ll never be able to form a meaningful relationship with anyone. Love and sex will become indivisible, oh, and forget having kids or a proper family.”

Ginny nodded, thinking of her own family and of a certain green-eyed boy. All those times she’d daydreamed of marrying him…

“You’re fucking stunning, Jenny, and I agree with Warren that you could be a big adult film star. That means you can start making big money. Moreover, the dirtier you are, the more money you can make. Oh, any old dog can get gangbanged and they’ll pay her a pittance, but if a genuinely classy bird like you is prepared to act like a dirty slut, well, you’ll be raking it in and, remember, the faster you make it, the quicker you can retire. I’d recommend that you do this work for no more than a year or two, tops. That means if you’re going to have a nice little nest egg to support you as you try new things, you need those big paydays.”

“What do I need to get them?” Ginny asked.

“Hmm, anal is a good start. I know it sounds painful and if you do it wrong, it can be. The best thing you can do is get yourself a dildo or a small vibrator and use it on your arsehole every day. Eventually, you’ll build muscle memory you’ll be able to take a cock up the back passage without problems. You’ll need to work up to that, though.”

“Okay,” Ginny agreed, secretly in shock at the idea that she’d have to shove a dildo up her arse every night.

“The other big thing you can do is take more than one cock at a time. Again, it’s something to work up to, but after you get comfortable fucking a single guy, move on to threesomes. The more cocks a beauty like you is prepared to take, the more you’ll earn. I’ve heard some girls get ridiculous sums of money for getting gangbanged.”

“Fuck,” Ginny exclaimed, shocked at the very idea.

“Just think about it,” Sam advised. “Most of the other stuff is a bit niche. You don’t want to get mixed up with the bondage crowd and water sports is a bit of a limited market, too. Still, if you don’t mind being pissed on you can earn a bit of cash like that, too.”

“I think the gangbang sounded more appealing,” she muttered.

Sam laughed. “It does to me, too. I once took on four blokes at once and there wasn’t a drop of spunk left in their balls between ‘em after I’d done with them. Probably my finest hour. Still, you shouldn’t try to run before you can walk. When I talk to Warren I’ll say we want you to do a straight fuck-shoot. No anal. I expect he’ll want to dress you up in some costume or outfit, but no matter how daft it looks whatever he puts on you won’t be staying on long, will it?”

“I guess not,” Ginny agreed.

“Great. Ah, here comes our food.”

They fell silent as the waitress placed two big plates of food in front of them. Sam immediately tucked in, while Ginny was more hesitant. Her mind was suddenly filled with the thought that she was going to do this. She was going to fuck a complete stranger while a group of other men filmed it, so loads of other blokes could wank themselves off while watching it. Indeed, how many men would be masturbating while watching her suck Peter off? Suddenly, she started to feel aroused again.

One thing was certain, she was definitely going to have to borrow one of Lucy’s dildos when she got home.
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