My Sordid Life

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TWELVE

TWELVE

Getting reacquainted with my sister was long overdue. I hadn’t seen Suzanne since I graduated and moved to Florida. She had gone to California after college to pursue her career. She had majored in communications and wanted to get into broadcasting.

Suzanne told me how she had answered a call to be an extra on a movie set and one thing led to another and for the last year or so she had been one of the featured actresses for the film company. I got all excited for her, asked her what films she had done and when would they be released, so I could see them. That’s when she had to shyly admit to me that she was doing porn.

She asked me why I was laughing so hard. I had to explain to her how I was pretty much doing the same thing, except I did it for fun and no one was filming it, at least to the best of my knowledge, and proceeded to tell her about some of my escapades. In return she gave me details on how a porn film is made. Let me tell you, it didn’t sound anything like I expected.

A couple of days went by, we spent hours and hours reminiscing about all sorts of things when we were growing up and how Mom and Dad treated us differently, she was the princess and I was the tomboy, and just life in general.

When Suzanne got called to do a shoot, she invited me to tag along for the day. She warned me though, depending on what they needed her to do, and if the director allowed me to be on the set, I might end up watching her have sex. I laughed and said I already did that, and told her about her night on the couch with her boyfriend, when I snuck home for the DVD. She looked at me, put her arm around my shoulder and said, “Well, you ain’t seen nothin’ yet.” And we both giggled on our way out the door.

I was having such a good time with Suzanne that I called Donnie at the Double-Ds and told him something had come up and that I needed to stay in LA a while longer.

Going to the film set was a little weird at first, seeing my sister naked in front of all those people, and having some guy (the director) telling her how he wanted to see the cock in her pussy, or how to suck on it, but I got used to it. I even offered some advice to the Male director from a Female perspective on how he was doing some things. It seems as though I could get away with it because I didn’t work for him. For some reason, he liked me.

I found out how much he liked me when he asked me out one night. We actually went out on a date. Vic took me to dinner at a fine dining restaurant, something I wasn’t used to. When he took me home, he asked permission to kiss me. Believe it or not, we did not have sex. We dated three times before he initiated any kind of advance towards me. I was beginning to wonder if there was something wrong with me. I hadn’t had sex since I had been in LA and was beginning to get a bit frustrated. After all, I was watching it all day long, but not getting any.

Vic said he was being careful because of my sister, and that he didn’t want things to be weird with us. I told him I appreciated his thoughtfulness, but I really, really wished that he would fuck me.

Knowing that I was going out, Suzanne had gone out too, so I knew the apartment was empty and invited him up. I closed the door behind us and didn’t wait for him. I wasn’t sure how he would respond to me but my alpha dog instincts took over. Clothes ripping had become somewhat of a specialty of mine. Off came his shirt, then I showed him how mine could fly across the room. My pants came off almost automatically and laid around my ankles. I think he liked me taking charge, he waited until I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his fly. He surprised me by going commando. His jeans fell to the floor and my eyes went directly to his penis.

It was the first time I had temporary custody of someone who was uncircumcised. I had a new toy to play with. Vic’s cock was near perfect. It was nice and long and straight, the head just slightly bigger than the shaft. If any penis could be considered pretty, this was the one. His cock played peek-a-boo with me as the foreskin slid back and forth off the head with each stroke of my hand.

It was time to show Vic what my tongue could do. With one hand around the shaft and the other one caressing his balls, I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. With the tip of my tongue, I started at the slit on the end and drew circles clockwise around the head, pushing the foreskin back as I went. It must’ve felt pretty good because after a minute or two Vic gently pushed me away and told me I had better slow down.

He picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bed. I raised my butt in the air and Vic pulled my panties off and dove head first between my legs. Gentle kisses on my labia and a lick of my clit and I could feel myself getting wet. I reached down and started fingering myself as he was licking me. He pulled my fingers out and sucked them off, reinserted them and did it again. I took his head in my hands and lifted it up so he could see my face, “Fuck me, please, right now.” I pleaded with him. As the tip of his cock pushed my lips apart, I wrapped my legs around his butt and pulled him in. I immediately had the orgasm that I had been dying for. It was so intense that I could feel myself oozing down my ass cheeks and Vic wasn’t even moving yet. I don’t remember the next few minutes. My brain was floating in the clouds and I laid back and let Vic do whatever he wanted with my body.

We laid side by side staring at the ceiling, enjoying the tranquility of the moment when Vic said, “Can I ask you a question?” Well, I thought it was a stupid question, after all he just fucked my brains out, he could do whatever he wants, but I said, “Sure, ask me anything.”

“Do you cum like that every time?”

“Yeah, ever since the first time I masturbated, I get wet every time I have an orgasm.”

He looked like he wanted to say more, but didn’t. I asked him what was on his mind and he said it wasn’t the right time to talk about it. I told him there was never an inappropriate time with me for anything and I prodded him to talk to me.

Vic went on to tell me how difficult it was for him and other directors to find girls who could get wet like I did, and get it on film. Someone like me could make a small fortune doing closeup work in the porn industry.

I didn’t know quite what to say except to ask him what was “a small fortune”, because judging by my sister’s apartment, she was doing very well for herself even though the way he was talking, my orgasms must not be a family trait.

With Suzanne’s blessing, I became her ’close-up' body double. We were anatomically twin-like below the waist. Above the waist was a different matter. She could have been the poster girl for the Double-Ds bar back in Daytona, whereas at the ripe old age of twenty-five, I still didn’t have the need to wear a bra except of course to hide my ever-present nipples. With some reshaping of our pubic hair, we became mirror images of each other on camera. Close ups of me having orgasms were edited into her films.

Vic made me his associate director, and eventually I directed my sister in a couple of pictures on my own. If you think about it, it was kind of funny, I was being paid more money than I had ever made, to have orgasms, something I thoroughly enjoyed. Having someone capture it on film never bothered me either. No one ever saw my face.

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