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Ginny Weasley - Porn Star!	By : ODB Category: HP Canon Characters paired with Original Characters > General Views: 70009 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 3
Disclaimer: I own nothing other than a filthy imagination. Seriously, I do not own Harry Potter. No money is made from this story.

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Chapter 5 – Living the Dream

AN

Well, I have to say I’m pleased with the hit count this story is getting, even if I haven’t worked out how to directly reply to the reviews being left. Hey, I’m new to the site!

Saxman66: You know, I was going to put a line in about Ginny’s birth control charm protecting against STD’s but I forgot. Oh well, I’ll just do like JKR and retrospectively say that it’s always been the case. You know, like saying Dumbledore was gay even if there’s no hint of it in the books, or that Nagini was once a woman.

Justheretosayhi: Thanks for your kind words. Ginny is going to shy away from dating while she’s involved in the world of porn. Her goal is to make as much money as she can and get out as quickly as she can. A proper relationship will come later.

“You alright, Jenny-girl?” Sam enquired as she drove her car down a narrow, bustling street.

“Yeah, I guess I’m just a bit nervous,” she revealed from the passenger seat. She still wasn’t used to this Muggle form of transport and the butterflies in her stomach didn’t help, either.

“Don’t worry,” Sam assured her. “Warren is a first-class director and he looks after his performers. Steve Copper’s a decent, bloke and all. Once he knows this is your first fuck-shoot he’ll help guide you through it.”

“You make it sound like a school exam,” she complained.

“Yeah, well, I’m sure you’ll get an A+ in being fucked,” Sam chortled, before breaking hard as a van reversed out in front of her. “Bollock, I knew I should have stayed on the A13.”

“Is this hotel we’re going to really okay with us filming in one of their rooms, or do they even know what’s happening?”

“Oh, they know alright. You see, the Belmont ain’t your regular hotel. Back in the seventies, it was owned by a very powerful gang boss who used it as a sort of headquarters. A lot of shady deals went down between those four walls, I can tell you. He’s long gone, of course, but the place is still used for a lot of less-than-legal activities. A lot of hookers use the place and there’s quite a bit of low-level drug trafficking. Still, the police hardly bother with the place ‘cos they know the management will stop anything getting out of hand. All the big deals are done on the internet these days, and the Belmont is just a kind of relic.”

“Bloody hell. Will we be alright in that kind of place?”

“Of course,” Sam confirmed, looking surprised. “Didn’t I say the management would make sure no funny business goes on? Warren regularly films there and never had any problems. Hmm, I wonder if old Jonny Millar is working today? I used to be quite tight with him, back in the day. Right hard case he used to be, and you still wouldn’t want to mess with him. Christ, he had me a few times back in the eighties, I can tell you. We used to party at the Belmont a lot back then and I ended up with Jonny a good number of times. Course, he got married and got out of the protection business. He’s one of the general managers there now.”

“Great,” Ginny noted, feeling even more nervous now she’d heard some of the history of the place they were going.

It was another fifteen minutes before the Belmont loomed into view. It was a large, squat building made of ugly grey concrete. Its many windows were dark and unwelcoming and Ginny couldn’t imagine anyone would actually want to stay in the place.

Sam guided her car into the small carpark at the back of the building and easily found a spot. Ginny recognised a number of white vans already parked up as belonging to Warren’s production company, meaning her director was already there. In fact, there didn't seem to be many other vehicles parked there apart from them.

As she climbed out of the car and grabbed her bag, Ginny’s nervousness really began to hit her. She was about to be fucked by a complete stranger in a run-down hotel while a group of men filmed the event for general distribution. The blow-job scene she’d done was going to be just one part of a compilation DVD and would probably not attract a lot of attention, but today she was going to work with an established porn star whose films were watched by thousands.

She thought about that for a second. Thousands and thousands of people were going to end up watching a film of her being fucked. Although she wasn’t afraid that her activities would be noticed in the magical world, after all, who had ever heard of a witch or wizard watching a DVD, she was still going perform a lot of very dirty acts for a lot of people. Before her resolve could waiver any further, she followed Sam through the hotel’s back door and into the reception lobby.

To distract herself, Ginny looked around as Sam walked up to the desk. The place looked quite bare, with lots of bare metal and plain wood paneling. Only a sole pot plant stood by the lift doors in an effort to brighten the place up. They probably shouldn’t have bothered with even that.

“We’re up on the third floor,” Sam announced as she returned. “Rooms 205 and 206, apparently.”

They entered the lift with Ginny feeling like she was going to throw up. Her legs trembled and the butterflies in her stomach appeared to have morphed into eagles. Could she really go through with this?

The doors of the lift opened and she found herself following Sam automatically. If she pulled out now, she reasoned, she would be letting her manager down as well as destroying her own carefully laid plans. She just couldn’t let Sam down after she’d been so good to her.

They found room 205 all too soon and Sam loudly knocked. The door was opened by a man Ginny recognised as one of the camera operators and he smiled at the sight of them.

“Alright, Sam?” he said by way of greeting. “Come in and make yourself comfortable. Warren’s next door setting up the cameras. I’ll give him a shout.”

They shuffled into the hotel room while the man vanished into the next door. The room was surprisingly large, Ginny noted, although the bed could hardly be seen under a pile of boxes, pieces of equipment, and assorted clothing. A table had been set up in the middle of the room and was covered in sheets of paper. They took two of the chairs and waited for Warren to arrive. The portly man only took a couple of minutes to appear. He beamed at the sight of them and flung his arms wide.

“Sam, my darling, so good to see you again. Oh, and you’ve brought my sweet little Jenny with you! How wonderful! How are you, my lovely? Are you feeling suitable horny?”

“I’m feeling a bit nervous,” Ginny admitted. “A lot more than I was at the last shoot, I have to say.”

“That’s understandable, but fear not. We’re all here to guide you through proceedings and I’m sure you’ll be the absolute star that you were last time. Honestly, I think this is going to end up being a classic! An absolute classic!”

“What will I be doing today?” Ginny asked.

“Wait until the production meeting and everything will be explained,” Warren told her. “Everybody's here now apart from the leading man. No surprise there, of course.”

“Oh, Steve couldn’t convince his wife to drive him, then?” Sam chuckled.

“No, sadly, she’s apparently out of town,” Warren lamented. “You know what Cooper’s like on the tube. I can’t understand it, he’s lived in London all his life and he still gets lost every time. How he does it is a mystery.”

“Wait a minute,” Ginny exclaimed. “He’s married… and his wife knows what he does for a living?”

“Yes, it’s an odd arrangement, isn’t it?” Warren agreed. “Steve always says they have the perfect marriage apart from the fact that his old lady isn’t that interested in sex. She’s happy to let him bang away on set all day and then return to her sated and not going to make any demands of her in that department. In fact, she normally drives him to the shoots, although she never sticks around to watch him perform.”

“Bloody hell,” Ginny muttered. The porn industry certainly attracted some strange types.

“Sadly, we’ll likely be waiting a while for Mr. Cooper who is probably on the wrong tube line as we speak. He also has a habit of getting on the right line but traveling in the wrong direction. We’ll have to…”

Warren was interrupted when the door flew open and a man with short, black hair entered. He gripped the door and tried to catch his breath.

“Warren! Sorry I’m late, mate, but I got off at the wrong stop and had to run here.”

From the clips she’d seen of him in action, Ginny instantly recognised the newcomer as Steve Cooper. He was a little shorter than she had imagined and wore glasses, but he was still undeniable handsome. This was the man she was about to have sex with.

“My dear boy, you’re barely five minutes late! For you, that’s like arriving early,” Warren laughed. “Come in and take a seat. Now you’re here we can start the production meeting. I’ll get the hotel to send up tea and coffee and we’ll get started.”

Cooper walked to the table and notice the two woman already sitting there for the first time.

“Hi, Samantha. Nice to see you again,” he greeted the older woman.

“Hey, Steve, I’m doing well. How are you? Is that big cock of yours ready and primed for action?”

He laughed. “Yeah, it’s raring to go,” he confirmed.

“Good. This is who you’ll be working with today. Steve, this is Jenny Johnson. Jenny, this is the legendary Steve Cooper.”

“Pleased to meet you,” Steve replied, offering his hand. Ginny blushed at the rather lustful smile that had appeared on the man’s face.

“Hi,” she returned. “I’m really pleased to be working with someone with so much experience.”

“This is Jenny’s first fuck-shoot,” Sam explained. “Up to now, she’s only done a blow-job scene and a bit of striptease work. You be sure to look after her, mind.”

“Really? Oh, wow. You really are new to the business, eh? Well, it will be an honor to be your first on-screen shag.”

“Thank you,” she replied shyly. “I really am looking forward to it, although I’m really nervous, too.”

“Everyone is nervous the first time,” he assured her. “I’m surprised, though. Warren showed me some of the rough footage of you performing with Peter Sandler and you looked like a real pro. I can’t remember when I’ve seen a girl look so confident on camera.”

“It was just a flook,” Ginny told him. “Peter was really nice, though. I’m sure he made me look better than I really was.”

“I severally doubt that,” Steve scoffed. “with your looks you’d make a corpse get a hard-on.”

That made Ginny giggle, but further conversation was prevented by the return of Warren into the room, this time bringing the entire production crew with him. As everyone was getting seated a woman pushing a trolly appeared with the promised liquid refreshments. Once everyone had the beverage of their choice, the production meeting began.

“Welcome everyone to the third shoot of Mr. Copper’s Grand Tour of the UK! So far he’s diddled a traffic warden in Coventry and banged a nurse in Liverpool. Today he’s going to rodger a french maid, namely our lovely Miss Johnson here. By the way, we are actually in a hotel on the Cornish coast, so just try and pretend the Thames is really the Atlantic ocean.”

There were a few snorts of laughter at that and a few suggestions that they should send out for a few pasties to add to the realism.

“Okay, this is going to be a pretty classic set-up. Steve here is on holiday on his own and is feeling bored, so he decides to toss one off while looking at a wank mag. Our unfortunate maid stumbles upon him making a hand shandy and offers to help. I don’t think I need to elaborate further. We’ll be using three cameras: our main unit, the mobile and also a small hand-held so we can get the maximum number of angles. As I’m sure you can all see, we have a beautiful actress performing today, so I want lots of head-shots and, Jenny, I want to see lots of expression on your face. Just perform like you did at the last shoot and everything will be wonderful.”

“I’ll try,” she promised.

“Okay, I have taken the liberty of writing a small script, but it shouldn’t take too long to memorise. You don’t need to be word perfect, especially you, Cooper, but try and give the gist of what prepared.”

“I’ve only got two lines,” Steve protested as he looked at the script that had been handed to him.

“And yet, dear boy, I don’t doubt that you’ll mess them both up. Do you really want a lot of dialogue to remember?”

“Err, when you put it like that,” he agreed.

“Jenny, I want you to sound suitable subservient as would any hotel maid. Just use that sexy West Country accent of yours and it will be fantastic. Right, any questions? No? Right, Jenny, to makeup, please. We’ve got the room across from here set up for you. Off you pop.”

Suddenly realising this was her cue to go, Ginny rose to her feet and awkwardly edged out of the crowded room with Sam at her heels. The production team had started to discuss the lighting so she was quite glad to escape all the technical talk. She opened the door on the opposite side of the corridor and found a woman waiting for her.

“Hiya, babe. I’m Gloria and I’ll be doing make-up. Sit yourself down in this chair and we’ll get started.”

Sam and Gloria obviously vaguely knew each other and they chatted as the woman expertly applied make-up to Ginny’s face. While she’d been alright during the meeting, her nerves were now at an all-time high and it was all she could do to stop from trembling. As the two older women discussed where they planned to go on holiday next, she desperately tried to get a grip on herself. She’d performed in front of a camera with loads of crew watching before, she told herself, this will be no different.

After what seemed like a long time, Gloria announced she was finished and Ginny was able to look at her reflection in the mirror. By her standard, the make-up was quite thick and she was surprised at how faint her freckles were under the face powder. Her lips were a glossy shade of red, and her eye-liner was dark and thick. It was a bit of a slutty look, but she was just about to appear in a porn film, she reasoned.

“Get your costume on, luv, and then we’ll fix your hair,” Gloria instructed her.

Laid out on the bed was her maid outfit and matching underwear. Sam had already sent the production team Ginny’s measurements, so everything was expected to fit. With a sigh, Ginny began to remove her own clothing and put on that which had been provided. The bra and knickers were both black with a little white lace trim. She’d also been provided with a set of sheer black stocking held up with a garter belt. As she’d never worn a garter belt in her life she needed Gloria help do up the straps. The maid outfit was short so her stocking tops were on display, with a neckline that showed a bit of cleavage and left her shoulders partly bare.

Once dressed, Gloria had her sit down again so she could work on her hair. The woman brushed and plumped-up her red locks, making liberal use of hairspray. The look was completed with a white headband and a pair of high heels. Only then was Ginny allowed to look at her reflection in a full-length mirror.

“Fucking beautiful,” Sam announced from behind her.

“Yeah, she’s a right little smasher, ain’t she? I bet that bloke blows his load as soon as he catches sight of her,” Gloria added.

For a long time, Ginny had never liked her looks. She was short and freckly and, with her tom-boy attitude, she could never be called attractive. Puberty had been kind to her, however, and added curves and a nice pair of breasts to her petite frame. While she was aware that many boys found her pretty (sadly, most of them her Slytherin housemates whom she wanted nothing to do with) she was unprepared for the image she saw in the mirror. For the first time in her life, Ginny had to accept the fact that she was sexy.

“I’ll give Warren a shout to say we’re ready,” Gloria offered and disappeared from the room.

“You okay, luv?” Sam asked gently.

“Yeah, I guess so. Gloria’s done a really good job, hasn’t she?”

“Only because she had a beautiful girl to work on to start with,” Sam disagreed. “Look, I know you’re scared right now, but once you get going I bet you’ll enjoy it. I saw that footage that Peacock took, remember, and you were great in that. Cooper’s a talented lad, so you just go out there and have some fun, okay?”

“I’ll try,” she promised.

At that moment, Warren stuck his head around the door.

“All done? Let’s have a look at you. Dear God, Jenny, I’ve never seen such a sexy girl in my life! You’re positively beautiful!”

“Thank you.”

“Hmm, you know, looking as good as you do, I think we need to take a few extra set-up shots. The room next to the one we’re working in is free. I think we’ll use the hand-held to take a few shots of you puttering around and cleaning with your feather duster. Have you got that, by the way?”

“Right here,” Ginny announced, picking it up from the bed.

“Great, let's get those shots in the can before we move on to the main action!”

Ginny was then escorted to room 203 accompanied by one of the camera ops armed with a small, digital recorder. She was instructed to pretend she was cleaning the room, wiping down surfaces with her duster and bending over far more than was strictly necessary. The cameraman darted about, trying to get the best angle to see up her skirt or down the front of her dress. It was all a bit odd.

After a while, Warren returned and reviewed the footage on the camera’s small screen. Declaring it to be good, he announced it was time to start the main shoot. Ginny’s legs nearly gave out on her at hearing those words.

“Right, my angel, I want you to wait outside the door until I yell ‘action Jenny’ and not before. Steve will be on the bed rubbing his sausage and I want you to react just as per the script. Try and ignore all the cameras set up on the far side of the room, dearie, just keep your eyes on Steve’s cock, alright?”

“Okay,” she managed to croak.

“You’ll be just wonderful, I know you will,” he assured her before disappearing into room 205 and closing the door. Ginny was, for the second, all alone.

Through the door, she heard Warren cry ‘action Steve’. In her mind, she could just picture Cooper laying on the bed, wanking that big cock of his. Despite her fear, she did really want to see it in real life and wondered what it would feel like inside her. She was so engrossed in her daydream that she nearly missed Warren shouting ‘action Jenny’.

With a trembling hand, she turned the doorknob and pushed it open. The hotel rooms all feature a small lobby area with the bathrooms to the right. That meant she couldn’t immediately see the bed with Cooper on it. She did see all the cameras and what seemed like an unnecessary number of people crowded behind them. Hell, even Gloria the make-up lady was there! With her legs shaking, she walked forward, trying to concentrate on what she had to do.

As she passed the bathroom, the bed came into clear view with Steve laying on it. He didn’t look at her, his attention apparently on the magazine held in his left hand. His right hand, however, was wrapped around his big, hard cock. It looked even larger than she imagined.

With a startled shriek which was only half put-on, her feather duster went flying. It then the wall and bounced back in a comedic fashion before hitting the floor. She stared at it for a split second before she remembered she had a line to deliver.

“Oh, sir! I’m so sorry!” she babbled. “There wasn’t a ‘do not disturb’ sign or anything!”

“Oh, God,” Steve cried, hurriedly covering himself with his magazine. “No, that’s alright. My mistake!”

“I’m so, so sorry,” she repeated while edging towards the bed. “I didn’t mean to disturb you. Honest!”

“It’s okay. It’s okay,” Steve assured her with an embarrassed grin. He was quite a good actor, Ginny thought.

By now, she’d reached the edge of the bed and was looking directly at the magazine that was covering Cooper’s erection. The pages were open at a centerspread picture of an attractive blonde girl straddling some unseen bloke. The man’s cock was buried deep in the woman’s pussy and Ginny wondered if Steve had deliberately chosen that picture for her to see. Even if he did, it didn’t matter. It was time to begin.

“You know, sir,” she began slowly, “this hotel does pride itself on offering total satisfaction to our guests. Is there anything I can help you with, sir?”

“Umm, what do you mean?” Steve stammered.

“I mean, this, sir!”

And with those words, Ginny grabbed the magazine and tossed it to one side, revealing Cooper’s magnificent cock. The excitement began to build within her as she knelt on the edge of the bed and brought her face down until it was nearly touching his dick. With a trembling hand, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and slowly ran her tongue over his swollen glands.

“Oh, fuck,” she heard Steve moan.

With a wicked grin on her face, she began to lick his cock, running her tongue around the edge of his helmet, up and down the length of his shaft. She flicked the tip of his dick, running her wet tongue along the groove of his slit. The main vein that ran up the length of his cock was throbbing in her hand and she could tell that he was loving this. Finding herself becoming seriously aroused, she then opened her mouth wide and took the head of his penis into her mouth.

“Beautiful shot, Jenny, just beautiful,” Warren called. “That’s it, keep sucking him.”

Ginny did as she was told, alternative sucking his rock-hard cock and then running her tongue hard up and down his shaft. Steve had just unbuttoned the top of his jeans and unzipped his flies, allowing his cock to stick out. This meant his testicles were still covered by the material of his trousers and, for some reason, this offended Ginny. She tugged at his jeans while still trying to keep his cock in her mouth, but didn’t make much headway until Steve helpful lifted his hips off the bed. She then succeeded in pulling jean down and freeing his balls, which she then began to fondle with her left hand.

She could hear Cooper purring with pleasure as he lay completely still. The fact that she seemed to be having such an effect on an experienced porn star as him pleased her and she began to lick the end of his cock like it was an ice-cream. God, this thing felt wonderful in her mouth, what would it feel like in her pussy?

“Time to lose the dress, Jenny,” Warren instructed her.

Reluctantly, she let go of Steve’s cock and slid back off the bed. She tried to maintain eye contact with him, but she was aware that everyone in the room was watching her intently. So be it, she thought. Let them all barer witness to the death of the unwanted witch, Ginny Weasley, and the birth of Jenny Johnson, porn idol! They wanted to watch her get fucked and that was exactly what she would deliver.

Her fingers were trembling as she reached behind her back and gripped the zip on her dress, but by now it was from excitement, not fear. She pulled the zip down before letting the maid’s outfit slip off her shoulders and eventually off her body, to pool on the floor around her feet. She stood, letting everyone drink in the sight of her in her sexy underwear. Cooper was grinning like a manic by this point and she noticed several of the production team had similar expressions on their faces.

She stepped out of her dress and kicked her high-heels away. Then, with her own smile on her face, she stepped towards the bed. This time, she climbed on next to Steve and she placed a hand on his muscular chest. Feeling a desperate need, she kissed him hard before slipping her tongue into his mouth. He responded and their tongues began to battle with each other. He placed his hand on her ribcage, making her jump like she’d had an electric shock. His rough hands caressed her exposed skin, getting her even more excited. Spit began to run down her chin as they tried to get more and more of their tongues into each other mouths before Ginny clamped her lips around his and began to suck it.

Her hand was eagerly rubbing his chest but she wanted to feel his skin under her fingers, so she pulled away briefly and grabbed the hem of his t-shirt before pulling the garment over his head. He’d already kicked away his jeans leaving him naked on the bed. She drank in the sight of him before reaching down and grabbing his straining cock in her left hand again.

“Steve, pull her nipples out and suck them,” Warren urged.

Cooper immediately shifted down the bed, forcing Ginny to let go of his manhood. With his face level with her heaving breasts, he pulled the material of her bra down exposing her rigid left nipple. He clamped his mouth over it and sucked hard, causing her to groan with pleasure. His tongue danced over the hard nub, licking and sucking it and even nibbling on it lightly with his teeth. Ginny squirmed and writhed, pressing herself against his face and running her hands through her hair. He pulled away briefly much to her annoyance, but she soon found that it was just so he could liberate her other nipple. This, too, got the full treatment much to her delight.

“Take the bra off, Steve, take it off!” Warren yelled and Cooper soon had it unhooked.

Ginny rose to her knees so he could better cup her round breasts and work on her nipples. Without realising what she was doing, she slipped her right hand between her legs and began to rub herself through the material of her knickers. Seeing this, Warren obviously decided it was time for her to lose the said garment.

“Jenny, on your back, luv. Steve, lick your way down her body and then pull her knickers to one side. I want lots of lovely pussy shots, okay. When she’s nice and wet start fingering her.”

Instantly, Ginny found herself laying on her back as Steve continued to suck her nipples. With an audible pop, he pulled his mouth off her left nipple and Ginny couldn’t believe how extended it was. The man then began to place gentle kisses and small licks over her stomach and ribcage, always working downwards. He paused to lick her belly button, before continuing his journey. Frankly, he couldn’t get there fast enough for Ginny, who knew her pussy was wet and aching to be played with.

Eventually, he reached her groin area as the man with the shoulder-mounted camera hurried in for a close-up. Steve’s head blocked her view, but she soon felt him rubbing his fingers against the damp material of her panties. It felt wonderful, but she wanted more. It seemed to take an age before she felt the material being pulled away, exposing her to the world. Steve’s fingers began to explore, pulling the lips of her pussy open to give the camera a clear view, before starting to rub her clitoris. This started to make Ginny breath hard and she began to moan. God, it felt like she was soaking down there, why was he torturing her like this?

In answer to her prayers, Steve slowly pushed two fingers into her. She’d never wanted something to happen so much in her life and she whimpered as she contracted her pussy around his digits. Despite the pressure, he quickly began to move them in and out of her, fucking her with his fingers. He then shifted position slightly and really began to lay into her.

She cried out in joy as he began to batter her wet cunt, ramming his fingers in as far as his knuckle and wiggling them about inside her. Ginny screamed and thrasher, grabbing her own tits and rubbing her nipples with her thumb. This was amazing!

“Steve, pull her knickers off and eat her pussy,” Warren directed and, if her position had been different, she would have kissed the man. Her panties were soon carelessly tossed to one side and she obligingly opened her legs wide to let Steve in.

He didn’t waste a second and she soon felt his tongue plunge straight into her cunt hole. He fucked her with it for a moment, before he began to lap up her plentiful pussy juice and to suck on her willing clit. Ginny had never felt so fucking horny in her life and she knew that an orgasm was just around the corner. She reached down and began to run her clit with her finger, freeing up Steve’s tongue for other tasks.

“Oh, God, I’m coming,” she shrieked as she suddenly felt the pressure spike. “I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m… oh, fuck! Fuck! FUCK!”

Her back arched and she actually beat the mattress with her fists as she came. Cooper gave her no relief and continued to frantically lick her as she screamed and thrashed about. Her whole body spasmed and shook until Steve took mercy on her and backed away, primarily, she realised, so the camera could get a good shot of her drenched cunt.

“Time that beautiful pussy had some cock in it, I think,” Warren announced. “Jenny on top, I think, to start with.”

This was it! She was about to take a cock in her for the first time on camera. Her loins were aching for his dick and she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her. As Steve crawled up the bed, she watched in eager anticipation until he was in position, flat on his back with his hand wrapped around his straining cock which was pointing straight up in the air. She began to tremble once more and she straddled him between her knees. This was happening!

She omitted a loud gasp as she felt the head of his cock rubbing between the lips of her pussy, collecting moisture over the glands and preparing her for entry. Not able to take any more, Ginny reached down and grabbed his hard dick, lined herself up, and lower herself down on it.

“Fuuuuuck, yes!” she screamed.

“Hold there! Hold there! Hold that pose!” Warren bellowed and it was all Ginny could do from not thrusting downwards and taking more of that magnificent shaft into her. She could feel how stretched her pussy was but she wanted more. She wanted all of that cock.

“Okay, my girl, slowly lower yourself down. Nice and slow, Jenny, that’s it. We’re getting some great footage of that cock sliding into you.”

As Warren coached her, Ginny let herself sink down onto Steve’s dick. She savoured it penetrating her inch by delicious inch until her hips were resting against his and she could feel his ballsack pressed against her arse. She couldn’t believe she had something so large inside her and that it felt so good.

“Okay, start to fuck now. Exaggerate your movements for the camera.”

With Steve’s hands gripping her hips, Ginny began to move. Her pussy slid up and down his shaft, each time plunging deep into her and making her groan in ecstasy. Gradually, they began to pick up the pace, their bodies working in perfect harmony as they fucked.

“Super. Steve, grab her arse cheeks and pull them apart.”

His hands slapped her arse roughly and she felt him pull the cheeks apart as instructed. Her arsehole was probably now on display for the camera, but she didn’t care. Let them see everything, she thought, because all I care about is this wonderful cock in my pussy.

“Okay, position change,” Warren called out. “Jenny, on your hands and knees on the bed. Steve, do her doggy style, please.”

Ginny reluctantly climbed off the man and positioned herself with her bum in the air. Steve knelt beside her and, mercifully, was quick to get his penis back inside her. He again gripped her hips as he began to thrust himself deep into her cunt. She wailed in joy as he slammed his hips against her, pushing his cock deep into her. The bed was starting to creak alarmingly and the bed springs were making a terrible racket.

“No, no, that’s no good,” Warren complained. “The beds making too much bloody noise. Jenny, position yourself at the end of the bed with one leg on it and the other on the floor. Grip the bedstand to help you balance. Steve, start fucking her from behind. Yes, that’s it. Okay, now really go for it! Fuck her as hard as you can!”

Cooper didn’t seem to need any second encouragement. The position they were in was a bit odd, but it did allow the camera a clear view of Steve’s cock as it slid in and out of her dripping wet cunt. The man was clearly enjoying himself and he softly growled as he stuffed his dick into her again. Grabbing her hips, he began violently thrust himself into her.

Ginny was starting to lose her mind. In comparison to this, Peacock had been gentle with her. Her poor pussy was getting a bettering of a lifetime, and she loved it! She screamed and moaned, begging him to go even faster and deeper. Surely, she would explode if he kept this up. Fuck, how could anything feel this good?

With a strangled cry, Steve thrust into her one more time before unexpectedly pulling out. At first, Ginny thought he’d come, but he just stood there, cock in hand, his face red from exertion, and a grin on his face.

“Lay on the bed on your side,” he commanded, taking control of events. Ginny instantly complied with his wishes, shifting slightly as he came and lay behind her. Under his instruction, she raised her right leg allowing him access and he again slid his cock into her pussy.

“Great shot, Steve, great shot!” Warren praised. “That’s it, fuck her nice and slowly. Nice deep thrusts, please. Beautiful.”

Cooper’s hand began to knead her left breast as he fucked her, tweaking her nipple and squeezing it hard. Ginny turned her head and found that she could kiss him in that position. Their mouths pressed together and their tongues intertwined. It was pure Heaven and she was so turned on she could hear squelching noises everytime Steve’s dick thrust into her. Damn it all!

Steve pulled his head away slightly and looked into her eyes.

“Do you like that, eh?” he asked in a breathy voice. “Do you like my cock inside you.”

“Fuck, yes!” she growled back at him. “I love your big fat cock inside me. It feels so fucking good!”

Both of them were red-faced and sweaty, and Ginny had lost all sense of just how long they’d been at it. She knew she was close to orgasm again, though, and kept trying to get him to fuck her harder.

“Okay, another position change, I think,” Warren yelled. “Reverse cowgirl, please. Jenny, you're on top again.”

Steve pulled his dick out of her and rolled on his back. Ginny made like a crab as she climbed on top of him. It was a little awkward to get themselves lined up, but when his cock did slide into her again, she knew it was worth it.

“Oh, fuck, yes!” she screamed. “That’s it! Oh, fucking hell, that’s it!”

They rapidly began to pick up the pace. This was the first time she’d ever tried this position and she loved it as his cock pressed up against her vagina’s walls. It was with some amazement that she realized that this was only the second time she’d ever been fucked! How was that for being a fast learner? She would have found this amusing had not a familiar presser been building up in her loins.

“Oh! Oh, yes,” she groaned. “That’s it. Make me cum, you big cocked bastard, make me cum!”

Sensing her urgency, Steve began to thrust himself into her harder and harder. She, in turn, ground herself into him, trying to take every last inch of him up her. She was close, so bloody close! If only he could last for a few more seconds…

There! She screamed out loud as she came. Her second orgasm hit her even harder than the first had and she cried and sobbed with happiness as she lost all control. Her arms nearly gave way underneath her and Steve had to hold her up.

“Fuck, that was so gooooood!” she moaned, again grinding her hips into him.

“Oh, God, I’m going to cum, too!” Steve suddenly cried.

“Already? Damn it, Jenny, will you stop making all my male actors cum so soon,” Warren wailed. “Don’t worry, I’m joking. We’ve got some great footage. Steve, dear boy, jizz whenever you want. Jenny, get ready to start sucking him off. Finished what you started. Nice big sloppy cum-shot, please.”

Steve was grunting as he thrust into her now, and occasionally whimpering. Recognising the signs, Ginny prepared herself to move.

“Oh, God!” Steve cried, the signal for Ginny to scramble off him before throwing herself down on her belly and starting to furiously suck his cock.

It didn’t take long. Steve had been on the verge of shooting his load and her hot mouth wrapped around his dick was all that it took. He exploded like a volcano, shooting spunk into her mouth and over her face. Her fist was pumping his shaft and it prompted a second jet of cum to hit her, then a third. Great globs of creamy jizz dripped down his cock and Ginny began to diligently lick it all up. Not a drop was wasted and she licked every inch of his still-hard penis, her tongue lazily dragging up and down his shaft. When no more could be found, she licked her lips.

“Come back up onto your knees, Jenny, and give us the closing line.”

She did as she was told, kneeling on the bed with spunk dripping from her chin and onto her tits. She looked down at Cooper with big, innocent eyes.

“Was that to your satisfaction, sir?” she inquired sweetly.

“Oh, fuck, yeah,” he gasped. “I’ve definitely coming back here next year for my holiday!”

“And… cut!” Warren yelled. “Great job, you two, great job.”

Exhausted, Ginny collapsed back on the bed with her head hitting the pillow. Steve scuttled up the bed so he was lying next to her.

“You okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’m great. I’m just knacked. That took a lot out of me.”

“Me, too,” he chuckled.

“Wait” Warren yelled, grabbing the hand-held digital camera and hurrying over to them. “Let’s do a quick interview for the DVD extras. Okay?”

“Sure,” Steve agreed.

“Okay,” Warren began, speaking for the camera. “So, today we’re in Cornwall where Steve has just finished filming with the lovely Jenny Johnson. Jenny, unbelievably, this was your first time being fucked on camera, wasn’t it? How was it for you?”

“Brillant,” Ginny replied truthfully. “I really enjoyed myself.”

“I’m sure the viewers will want to know, but it looked like you came several times during that scene. Did you fake your orgasm, Jenny?”

“No, that was totally genuine. Steve got me off twice.”

“Superb. How about you, Steve? How was Jenny for a first timer?”

“Truthfully, I cannot believe this was her first time doing this,” he admitted. “I mean, she was fantastic. She’s definitely the best newcomer that I’ve ever worked with. She’s going to be a big star.”

“What did she do best?” Warren pressed.

“This girl can suck cock better than anyone I’ve ever seen,” Steve explained. “Fucking hell, when she went down on me… I was in bloody heaven!”

“I thought you were meant to be in Cornwall?” Ginny sniggered.

“Oh, yes! But we are in Cornwall. Definitely. I mean, that’s definitely not the Tower of London I can see off in the distance, is it?”

“Nah, that’s the Tower of Liskeard,” Ginny corrected him.

“Ha! The famous Tower of Liskeard. Of course! Yeah, I’ll definitely have to go and visit that before I leave!”

The two of them broke down laughing with Warren, too, chuckling behind the camera.

“Where are you heading off to next turning your tour of Britain?” Warren asked the chortling man.

“Leeds, apparently,” Steve replied, “although for some reason I’ve been given directions to get there that seem to end in Hammersmith. Odd that, init?”

“Say goodbye for the camera, you two,” Warren instructed, wrapping things up.

Steve and Ginny pressed their heads together and wiggled their fingers at the camera. “Bye!” they both cried.

“And cut,” Warren announced, switching off the camera.

“That was… hey!” Ginny exclaimed, suddenly noticing something. “You just interviewed me and I’ve just realised I’ve still got cum all over me!”

“And you look beautiful,” Warren insisted. “Still, you’d better take a shower before you go home. You can use the room where they did your make-up.”

“Great,” she agreed, grabbing a dressing gown that had been offered to her. Before she headed off, she turned back to her co-start who was still laying on the bed. “That was great, Steve. I really hope we get to work together again.”

“Me, too,” he replied. “I can’t wait, actually.”

“See you,” she called out rather flirtatiously before heading out of the room. Sam and Gloria were already in the room across the hall and they looked up when she entered.

“See, I told you. I said you’d be alright once you got going, didn’t I?”

“You were right, Sam,” Ginny agreed. “I really enjoyed it, actually, far more than I thought I would.”

“As I said, he’s a talented boy, is Cooper,” Gloria confirmed.

“Yeah, I noticed,” Ginny giggled. “Right, I really need a shower.”

“Yeah, wash all that spunk off you and come and meet me in the hotel bar,” Sam instructed. “After watching you two banging away I need a stiff drink.”

Ginny’s bag had been brought in from the other room, and she fished her things out of it. The shower she took was long and luxurious. She was filled with a sense of relief and triumph after completing the filming. This was something she was good at, she realised, and something she could make a lot of money doing. Plus, if the shoots were anything like today’s then she’d have a lot of fun, too.

After she’d dried herself and dressed in her normal clothes, she made her way downstairs to where the bar was situated. Sam was already there, her first glass of gin and tonic nearly finished.

“Here,” Sam said, thrusting a ten-pound note at her. “I’ll have another gin and you have whatever you want. You’ve earned it.”

“Cheers,” Ginny thanked her, taking the note. A couple of drinks would just hit the spot. Hell, the day could only get better if she had a slap-up meal later, which was exactly what she planned. She headed to the bar.

“Well, hello,” the barman greeted her, smiling in a way that made her extremely uncomfortable. “You must be the girl who was working up on the third floor, yes? You are truly beautiful.

“Two gin and tonic, please,” she told him, trying to ignore his blatant attention.

“Hey, no need to be so cold, eh? I’m called Tony. What’s your name, pretty girl?”

The man spoke with a slight accent, probably Italian, Ginny thought. While he was relatively handsome, something about him turned her stomach. Whether it was his overpowering aftershave or his slimy attitude, she wanted nothing to do with him.

“Two gin and tonics, please,” she repeated in a slightly louder voice.

“I heard you,” the man growled, obviously angry his advances were being ignored. “You watch your attitude, you whore! Don’t think I don’t know what you were doing upstairs. So, you only fuck for money, eh? How much do I have to pay you, bitch?”

“You couldn’t afford her, greaseball!” Sam bellowed, having heard what was happening and storming over. “Where do you get off, shithead, talking to one of my girls like that?”

“Ah, fuck you, you fat bitch!” he snapped.

“You obviously don’t know who I am, do you?” Sam snarled at him, not intimidated in the least. “I happen to know the management here and I can have you thrown out on your arse for this. Hell, I might have them beat some sense into you first.”

“You know nothing! You know nobody!” the man yelled. “I’ll slap your ugly face if you talk like that to me and fuck that little, red-haired whore you have with you, too!”

“What’s going on here?” a deep voice demanded.

Ginny turned to see a large man approaching them. He was probably in his late fifties and bald apart from a little grey hair at the sides and wore a neat mustache. He was dressed in a smart grey suit although Ginny didn’t believe for a second that he was a businessman.

“Hi, Jonny,” Sam responded instantly. “I was wondering if you were about today. How are you doing?”

“I’m doing good, Sam,” he replied, coming to a halt in front of her. “Long time no see. You’re looking good, luv.”

“You old charmer,” Sam responded, grinning at the man. “Yeah, I haven’t been around this way for far too long. Shame the quality of your staff has dropped so badly.

The man Sam identified as Jonny turned and glared at the barman with such intensity Ginny was surprised the guy didn’t burst into flames.

“What have you done now, dickhead?” Jonny growled.

“I do nothing!” he protested. “This girl, she walk up and is rude to me!”

“I asked you for a drink,” Ginny snapped. “That’s your job, isn’t it? To serve drinks. Instead, you try to chat me up and bloody insult me when I’m not interested.”

“You lie!” he yelled.

“Fuck off, you wop arsehole,” Sam snapped. “You were fucking all over her like a rash. I guess you can’t handle rejection very well, can you, dipshit? Oh, and the last bloke that called me a fat bitch got his legs broken, got that?”

“I never said that! Boss, I never said that!”

“If Sam Warner said you called her a fat bitch, then you called her a fat bitch,” Jonny snarled. “Either way, I’m fucking sick of you and your attitude. Go and get changed and then you can fuck off. Forget seeing any back pay, and all! If you’re still in this hotel in five minutes I guarantee you’ll subsequently be leaving in an ambulance.”

The barman stared at him for a moment, before he slammed his hand on the bar in anger.

“Fuck you! I’m leaving. You can’t sack me because I quit. Fuck you and your stupid hotel!”

“You jumped up little fucker!” Jonny reached across the bar and grabbed the man by the front of the shirt. Despite his age, the hotel manager was clearly much stronger than the barman who he pulled around like a ragdoll before smashing his head into the bar. “You now have four minutes to get out. Leave the uniform, and if I find you’ve taken anything else I’ll break your fucking fingers one by one.”

Jonny pushed the man away, nearly causing him to topple into the drinks display. The barman held his head, which was bleeding, before turning and running out of the bar. He disappeared into a side door marked staff only.

“Jumped up little fucker,” Jonny snapped.

“Well, you certainly haven’t lost your touch, have you?” Sam noted admiringly.

“Nah, I can still mix it up when I have to,” Jonny confirmed, offering her a small smile. “Not that little poof was a challenge. I should have knocked him on his arse ages ago.”

“Yeah, he doesn’t seem like the sort of bloke you’d normally have working here,” Sam pointed out. “Back in my day, the staff knew not to mix it up with anyone doing business here.”

“These young punks, they just don’t have any respect these days,” Jonny complained. “It used to be anyone getting a job here knew what was going on. They knew their place and knew to keep their mouths shut. These days, I have to use agency workers and half of them are just here to slack off and collect their paycheque. That Italian bastard, for instance. All he ever did was hit on any woman that walked past and try and steal the stock. He’s in for a bit of a shock, actually. He was stashing loads of bottles of booze in the boiler room, waiting for an opportunity to smuggle them out. All he’ll find now is a note telling him he’s a dead man.”

“Cheeky bastard,” Sam snorted.

“Yeah, still, I know where the fucker lives. Anyway, I’ll get one of the girls to take over here, but to save you waiting I’ll serve you myself. On the house. You still drinking gin, Sam?”

“Yeah, and the same for Jenny here, and all.”

“This one of your girls?” Jonny asked looking at her. “Right little cracker, she is. You always did have an eye for talent.”

Jonny walked behind the bar and poured two glasses of gin, both doubles, and presented them to the ladies. Two bottles of tonic water also appeared.

“I’d love to stay and have a drink with you, Sam, but I’d better go and check that greasy fucker has gone.”

“That’s a shame, Jonny. I was hoping to catch up with you,” Sam lamented. “You still with Barbara, then?”

“Nah, she fucked off back to Scotland,” Jonny replied with a frown. “Stupid cow was always complaining about money. Mind you, if she’d been with Richard Branson she would still probably be complaining.”

“Sorry to hear that,” Sam told him, sounding anything but. “I’ll have to tell me about it. Say, are you doing anything tonight? You remember where my gaff it, right? Why don’t you come over, say around eight? I’ll cook and we can have a good natter.”

Jonny smiled. “Sounds good,” he agreed. “You still in the flat up near the British Museum? Great, I’ll see you then.”

He leaned in and gave Sam a quick peck on the cheek, before vanishing in pursuit of his recently sacked barman. Sam chuckled in delight.

“Well, Jenny, it appears you aren’t the only one to get some cock today. I think I’ll be on my back later, and all!”

“Have fun,” Ginny told her and took a long swig from her glass.
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