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  The girl at the reception desk handed Michael a key card.

  “The other guests have already checked in,” she explained, pointing them towards the elevator. “Enjoy your stay.”

  The smirk on the receptionist’s face made Alyssa suspect she knew exactly what they were all up to there.

  Michael was nonplussed, though – and led the way towards the elevator.

  It whisked them to the twelfth floor, where they found the correct hotel suite at the end of a long corridor. Michael didn’t knock – he just used to card to let themselves straight in.

  The suite was already full of people, and it appeared that setup for the shoot was well under way.

  In the main area, two tripods had been set up, as well as lights and gigantic white reflector sheets. The bathroom had been commandeered by a pretty Asian girl, who had laid out makeup cases, brushes and hairclips across the sink counter and was painting the eyelashes of a slim, pretty girl in a bathrobe.

  Alyssa recognized her instantly as the star of the DVD they’d watched. The only difference was that Danielle looked even slimmer and more pale in real life, if that was possible.

  The girl looked up as Alysa walked past the bathroom door, and stared at her disinterestedly.

  There was interest elsewhere, though. At the sound of the door slamming shut, one of the men in the main room looked up, and came marching towards them with his hand outstretched and an enormous smile on his face.

  “Michael! So glad you could make it, man!”

  “What’s happening, Terry?”

  Terry was a skinny guy in his forties, with greying hair and a pencil moustache.

  As he shook Michael’s hand, the director turned to look at his wife, and grinned: “This must be Alyssa.” He offered her his hand, and gave her a lascivious up-and-down with his eyes as she shook it. “Damn, you’re gorgeous.”

  Alyssa blushed.

  “No, I mean it. You’ve got that Jersey housewives, MILF thing going on big time.” Terry winked at her. “You ever considered being on film?”

  “No!” Alyssa was a little offended by the Jersey housewives comment. “We’re just here to look in on our investment.”

  “Oh, right, sure,” Terry grinned. He waved his arm, allowing them to survey the suite. “Check out our set for the next twelve hours.

  It was a brief tour.

  “This is where we’ll be filming most of the action,” he said, indicating the living room area of the hotel suite, which had beautiful sunlight flooding in through the patio windows. “It’s a pretty standard boy/girl scene, except this one’s got anal in it.”

  “A-anal?” Alyssa’s eyes grew wide. She and Michael had never done anything like that before… But she had to admit she was curious.

  “Yeah, it’s a thing,” Terry explained. “The next edition of Hipster Sluts has three scenes in it and this is the first one.” He leaned closer to Alyssa, and nudged her in the ribs with his elbow. “The amateur anal thing is very big right now. Word on the street is that the ass is the new vagina.”

  Alyssa blushed again. As a somewhat prim and proper Catholic woman, all this frank and open discussion of… of, well, dirty stuff… It was distracting.

  She squirmed her hips. It was not necessarily distracting in a bad way, either.

  Terry continued the tour.

  “This is Dave. He does sound.” Dave was a portly guy in a Tenacious D t-shirt. He looked like the stereotypical basement-dwelling nerd – with acne, a neckbeard and a gut spilling over his pants. As Alyssa shook his hand, she reminded herself to rub some hand sanitizer on it afterwards.

  “In the kitchen area is where we’ve got the food and supplies set up.”

  “Are you sure it’s hygienic to have the lube sitting right next to the pizza?”

  Terry ignored Alyssa’s question, and led them into the little kitchen.

  There was a handsome kid in his twenties, sitting at the kitchenette counter checking his phone with a bored expression on his face. Alyssa squirmed a little when she saw him. She recognized him instantly – it was one of the kids from the DVD they’d watched the other night. The last time she’d seen him, he’d been cumming all over Danielle’s small, pert breasts.

  “This is Matthew,” Terry introduced them. Matthew looked up disinterestedly – although his attention did flicker a little when he saw Alyssa standing there in her pretty sundress – all tanned and curvy.

  “Finally, over in the bathroom, we’ve got Asagi and Danielle.”

  “Oh, we know Danielle,” Michael grinned. Alyssa elbowed him in the ribs.

  Terry led them to the bathroom and opened the door.

  “Hey, girls,” he grinned. “This is Michael and Alyssa.” He hissed under his breath: “They’re the money.”

  Danielle looked up, smacking the gum she was chewing.

  “Hey,” she murmured; and then her attention returned to her phone.

  “Pleased to meet you,” said Asagi, a tiny little Japanese girl with a heavy accent. She didn’t stand up, or offer her hand. She just paused for a second, and then went back to touching up Danielle’s makeup.

  “Oh, wait, honey,” Alyssa couldn’t help herself. She stepped into the bathroom. “You’re a little heavy on the eyeshadow there.” And snatching the brush from Asagi’s hand, she started touching up the makeup herself.

  There was an awkward pause. Asagi didn’t say anything – she was too well-mannered and Japanese for that. But the look she gave Alyssa, for barging in on her territory, could have killed.

  Within seconds, Alyssa was finished.

  “What do you think?”

  Danielle looked up into the mirror. A flicker of emotion crossed her face.

  “You know what? That actually is better.”

  “I remember watching you on the DVD the other night and thinking the eye makeup was a bit heavy,” Alyssa smiled. “they say the camera adds ten pounds – I didn’t realise it was ten pounds of kohl.”

  Danielle smiled. It was something rare and beautiful.

  Michael and Terry watched all this, and didn’t miss the murderous gaze on Asagi’s face.

  “C’mon,” Terry insisted. “We’re about to get set up.”

  Chapter Four

  Ten minutes later, Alyssa and Michael were sitting on stools well behind the camera, and the scene started to get set up.

  “We filmed some preliminary stuff last night,” Terry explained, as he attached two large DLSR cameras to the tripods. “How they met, shit like that.” The grey-haired director rubbed his hands together. “Now we just get to focus on the good stuff!”

  “Hey, I’ve got a question,” Alyssa asked.

  Terry turned to her.

  “Why have you got cameras attached to those tripods? Shouldn’t you use, like, video cameras or something?”

  Terry snorted.

  “Good question, actually,” he told her. “These are DSLR cameras – like the ones you take regular photos with. But they also record high definition video. Most people these days shoot video on these because the lenses are so much better than what you’d get on a regular video camera.”

  “That’s why the quality looks so good,” Michael explained. “Why Terry’s stuff doesn’t look so…”

  “Porn-ish?”

  “Exactly.”

  But discussions of how their movies didn’t look like porn seemed kind of redundant when Danielle and Matthew came on set.

  They were in ‘costume’ now – which was a plaid shirt and high-waisted jeans for Danielle, and American Apparel jeans and a t-shirt for Matthew.

  “Right,” Terry peered into the camera to line up the shots. “I’m gonna start rolling. You guys wait for my mark, and just do your thing…”

  And with that, Dave hopped up in front of the camera, clapped a shutterboard closed, and Terry barked: “Action!”

  * * *

  What happened next was one of the most surreal and erotic experiences of Alyssa’s life.

  She wa
tched two young, beautiful people have sex. Not on a screen. Not in photos. In real life – just a few feet away from her.

  The action started off slow. Danielle and Matthew circled each other shyly – Danielle brushing the hair from her eyes, and Matthew doing anything they could to avoid eye contact. Then, finally, they stretched out their arms and their fingers touched and it was almost like you could see the electricity leap between them.

  The entwined fingers led to entwined arms… Then kissing. Then Matthew and Danielle started making out – the sound of their lips and tongues working together echoing wetly around the room.

  Alyssa watched, entranced. She noticed her breath was getting a little ragged.

  In front of the cameras, Matthew started to unbutton Danielle’s oversized plaid shirt. A moment later, it slipped off – revealing her pale, slender shoulders and the contrast of her black bra against her alabaster skin.

  Matthew started kissing her throat, and shoulders; and Danielle started pulling at his t-shirt.

  Alyssa watched, biting her lip.

  She barely heard Michael slip off the stool next to her. She only realized he was standing right behind her when his hands suddenly slipped underneath her armpits, and his big hands cupped her breasts through the thin material of her sundress.

  Alyssa struggled to fight him off, but it was impossible to tell him ‘no’ without interrupting the scene being shot in front of them. Added to that, the moment her husband began nuzzling and kissing her neck, Alyssa didn’t really feel like telling him to ‘stop’ any more.

  Instead, she just relaxed into the delicious sensation of his big, rough hands on her breasts, and his stubbly kisses on her neck. It made her whole body tingle; and was the perfect accompaniment to what was happening a few feet in front of her.

  In front of the cameras, Matthew was pushing Danielle down onto the couch, and he stood towering over her. Danielle unbuttoned her own jeans, and Matthew pulled them down and off her long, slender legs – leaving her lying there in just her bra and panties.

  A moment later, he was sinking down between her legs, and hooking his long fingers into the waistband of Danielle’s panties.

  He pulled them down.

  “Mmmmm,” Danielle ran her fingers through Matthew’s hair, as he tossed her panties over his shoulder. “C’mere, baby.”

  And with that, she threw her long, pale legs over his shoulders, and pulled Matthew’s face between her thighs.

  Alyssa gasped as she watched – partly from the sight of this handsome hipster going down on the gorgeous model, but also because one of Michael’s hands had slithered down her side, and disappeared under the hem of her dress.

  A moment later, his thick fingers were rubbing her pussy through her panties.

  Alyssa snarled in frustration – not enough for the cameras to hear, fortunately – and turned her head to Michael.

  She looked at him angrily for a moment, then kissed him on the lips.

  A moment later, she turned back to the action unfolding in front of the cameras.

  Chapter Five

  On the couch, Danielle was writhing in pleasure.

  “Oh, fuck, yes,” she groaned – as much for the camera’s benefit as anybody else’s. “That’s so good.” And between her legs, Matthew snuffled away like a pig looking for truffles; licking and slurping and sucking until…

  “Oh, God, yes!” Danielle writhed about on the couch, shuddering in orgasm.

  As the pale young woman flopped back onto the couch, panting for breath, the scene changed a little. Matthew lifted his face from between her legs – his chin and lips glistening with her juices. He pulled his tight t-shirt off, over his head, and threw it in the corner.

  As this was happening, Terry unhooked one camera from the tripod, and carried it by hand a little closer to the action – shooting the scene close-up as a trembling Danielle struggled to sit up from where she was lying.

  Matthew was standing, and Danielle was sitting. When she’d finally straightened up, that put her directly at crotch-level with the handsome young hipster’s crotch.

  With a hungry snarl, she reached for his belt and started to pull his pants open.

  In seconds, she was tugging Matthew’s skinny jeans down over his bony hips; revealing his tight, pale ass cheeks to the camera.

  In front, of course, his cock swung out – already hard and throbbing.

  Danielle’s eyes widened. Her slender fingers curled around the shaft and Matthew groaned in pleasure as she started to stroke his erection.

  “I want to taste it,” Danielle murmured, and impatiently waited for Matthew to kick off his jeans. Once he was naked, standing in front of her, Danielle opened her mouth and engulfed the head of his swollen dick.

  “Fuuuuck,” Matthew groaned, stroking her hair as Danielle’s mouth sunk inch-by-inch over his impressive shaft.

  A moment later, the wet, gurgling sound of Danielle’s expert sucking and slurping echoed around the room.

  Terry was on his knees, focusing the hand-held camera for a closeup of Danielle’s pretty face. Her lips were stretched wide. Saliva dribbled down her chin. As she sucked and slurped on Matthew’s shaft, she slid one of her hands between her naked thighs and started to rub her already tingling clitoris.

  Behind the camera, Alyssa let out a muffled sigh as she watched.

  She was feeling extremely hot and bothered. Her nipples were like bullets, and Michael was pinching her right one through her sun dress. His other hand had slid underneath the hem of her dress, and she felt his insistent fingertips press against her pussy, through the soaking material of her panties.

  “Ffffft!” She hissed, voice muffled so it wouldn’t be picked up by the microphone. “Stop it. I want to watch.” But she admitted she was almost disappointed when Michael kissed her cheek, and pulled his hands away.

  Squirming in her seat, soaking wet, Alyssa tried to contain her sexual frustration and focused her attention back on Danielle and Matthew.

  Fuck, it was hot. Watching that gorgeous, model-beautiful girl giving a loving, sloppy blowjob to the handsome boy. Alyssa was almost disappointed when Danielle pulled her mouth away – a long string of saliva stretching from her lips to his glistening shaft – and demanded: “Fuck me.”

  And with that, she pushed Matthew away, got up onto her long, pale legs and turned around. She looked over her shoulder, licking her gleaming lips. Then she bent over, presenting her pale, pert ass to her horny lover.

  It was incredibly erotic – this slender, pale actress dressed in nothing but a bra, bent over the couch. And there was Matthew, gripping her hips with his big hands, and aiming his cock between her legs.

  Matthew grabbed the root of his dick with one hand, and pressed it between the glistening lips of Danielle’s pussy. He rubbed the shaft up and down between her lips for a moment, until Danielle looked over her shoulder, gave a snarl of frustration and then thrust her hips back.

  She impaled herself on his dick.

  She was dripping from her previous orgasm, and her sloppy blowjob had given Matthew’s immense cock all the lubrication it needed. He slid inside her tight pussy as effortlessly as slipping a shotgun shell into the breech of a twelve-gauge.

  “Oh, my God!” Danielle moaned happily as she felt herself stretched and filled. “That’s so good. Fuck me!” And then Matthew grabbed her hips in both hands and began thrusting; drawing that immense cock in and out of her tight, wet pussy; making her groan with pleasure.

  Alyssa watched all this, gripping the sides of the stool with white knuckles. She literally squirmed in her seat, twisting her hips back and forth and feeling the friction between her thighs stimulate her quivering pussy. This was so hot.

  On set, Terry looked up from his hand-held camera for a second and wiped his brow. His hand came away glistening with sweat.

  “Stick it in her ass next,” he hissed, breaking what had been a seamless take up until that point. Turning towards the kitchenette, he barked at Asagi: “
Pass us the lube!”

  Nervously, the tiny Japanese girl scurried over, carrying the plastic bottle of AstroGlide. The on-camera action paused for a second as Matthew pulled his immense, throbbing cock from Danielle’s tight pussy, and then smothered it in lube.

  Alyssa watched, biting her lip as she studied the way Matthew slathered the lube up and down his cock until it was glistening, dripping with wetness.

  Then she watched him squirt a dollop between Danielle’s pale ass cheeks, and the cameras started rolling again.

  A hush descended across the room.

  Sitting on the stool, Alyssa leaned forward, so she could get a closer look.

  Alyssa had never tried anal sex before. Michael had mentioned it a couple of times in passing, but as far as she was concerned, that sounded gross, painful and dirty.

  But now, as she watched Matthew grab the base of his lubed-up cock and press the glistening head between the cheeks of Danielle’s ass, Alyssa’s curiosity was aroused.

  In fact, that wasn’t the only part of her that was aroused!

  She bit her lip and watched, as Matthew lined up his cock with Danielle’s pink, puckered asshole – and pushed…

  Chapter Six

  Danielle’s mouth opened in a silent “o”.

  Sucking in a lungful for breath, she gripped the couch pillows hard as her tiny, tight little ass surrendered to the pressure; and opened up to accept Matthew’s huge cock.

  “Oh, my fucking God,” the beautiful actress gasped – and from behind the cameras, the entire room watched, transfixed, as Matthew’s cock sunk inch-by-inch into her backside.

  Alyssa was astonished. It was intoxicating. She watched with wide-open eyes, and felt her nipples contract and her pussy grow wet at the sight.

  Within moments, Matthew was buried right up to his balls inside Danielle’s pale, pert ass; and then he began to fuck her.

  The couch creaked as he thrust in and out of Danielle’s tight little ass. The actress gasped, and moaned, and bit her lip as she struggled to balance the intense discomfort with the overwhelming pleasure.