Chapter 6

The next morning they both got up bright and early so they could get to the studio in time to go before the cameras at ten. Donna picked out a soft pink slack suit that always looked good on her, and she wore her dark glasses with the gold frames. But, something prompted her to wear a scarf around her head so she wouldn't be recognized. This gave her a feeling of security.

When they found the location, and walked in with Dandy on his new rhinestone-studded leash Charlie had picked for him, Harry was watching closely to check the girl out himself. When he watched her walking toward him, and realized she was a blonde beauty with innocent blue eyes, he knew he had made a correct decision.

"Well, good morning," he beamed, "and this is-"

"This is Donna, my girlfriend," Charlie smiled.

"Hi, Donna," Harry greeted her, and she took off her sun glasses, and said softly, "Hi, Harry-I've heard a lot about you."

"I hope it's all good. I met your boyfriend Charlie in a bar the other day and we got to talking-telling each other our problems, and when I mentioned the fact I needed a dog, and a beautiful girl-well, he told me he had you-and Dandy."

"We can use the money," Donna inserted quickly, deciding she'd waste no time in letting Harry know doing things with dogs was not exactly her idea of a way to make a living.

"Honey," Harry smiled, "I'm in it for the same reason. I don't like having to put you girls through the grind, but we're in a business."

"Right," Charlie chuckled, "The dog fucking flick business."

And then, Donna remonstrated him.

"Don't talk that way, honey. He's putting it like it is. Some people get a charge out of watching animals screw women. So, they are just catering to a public demand."

"Well, I guess you're right," Charlie said seriously.

"You have a dressing room," Harry informed her, "and all you will wear is a mask."

"On what?" Charlie laughed.

"For god's sake, stop it," Donna insisted, "I don't think that last crack was funny. It was dirty."

"Like the movies," Charlie laughed.

"You just go in there, honey, and take all your clothes off, and put the silver mask on we've got for your face, and then we'll have the lights set up around the bed."

"Who directs the movie?"

"I do," Harry told her, "I'm director, producer, writer, and film editor-all wrapped into one. A real threat to the no-talent characters who produce these beautiful, inspiring flicks."

Donna smiled, and appreciated the good attitude of Harry. As she went to her dressing room, she saw a small stand with a hot pot of coffee, and a plate of doughnuts nearby. Men were walking over, pouring coffee, and munching on doughnuts just as if it was like any other line of business.

"You made a big hit with him, honey," Charlie nodded assuringly, as he watched Donna undress.

"It's a business-like anything else," she said calmly. "I have a beautiful body, and they're paying me a lot of money if I let a dog screw me, so what?"

"Now, you're talking," Charlie agreed, and as he saw her attitude of guilt, and sorrow, switching over to one that is accepting, he rejoiced. A few movies, and they'd have plenty of money.

A knock was heard on the door, just as Donna was stark naked.

"Who is it?" she called out, picking up the silver mask and fitting it on her face.

"It's Harry, honey-how you doin'?"

"Just fine," she replied, "I'll be right out."

"With the dog too."

"Sure, I wouldn't forget him."

And then she stepped out bare ass naked except for the glistening silver mask which covered a small part of her face. Dandy acted delighted to be performing again. He had long been involved in such movies, but never had he had the honor of balling such a beautiful woman, and he was anxious to show her how well he could do this thing.

"I'll see you later, honey," Charlie smiled, feeling a small twinge of guilt, as he watched Donna march to the bed. That chick will do anything I tell her, he thought to himself, and knowing me as well as I do, I feel sorry for her.

She got on the bed, and Harry began his directing chore.

"Light her up boys, and let's get a reading."

Suddenly the bed was ablaze with lights as the men turned on the giant-size arc lights.

"Good boys, let's get a reading."

The man with the light meter stepped from side to side, as he obtained his light reading.

"Number one is too hot," he called out, "we're burning up!" The man behind the number one arc light turned it down a fraction.

"Okay, right-on."

When the light meter readings were completed, Harry called over to the cameraman, "Roll 'em in-that's it-dolly!" The camera moved forward smoothly on its double track dolly. And then, Harry looked directly at Donna. He didn't say a word for a long moment. Her beautiful blonde body, naked now, except for the simple silver mask was indeed one of the most beautiful women he'd ever seen. In a way, he hated to use such a sensitive, high-class girl in such a movie. Yet, he well knew the sleazy looking older women didn't sell tickets. It was the young girls they wanted. And they wanted to see them in every conceivable compromising position.

"Honey, I want you to use this," he said, tossing her a plastic dildo.

"How?"

"Just shove it up your pussy, and move it back and forth like you're screwing with it."

"Alright, but that seems like a funny thing to do."

"It may be funny for you," he smiled, "but that's what turns them on."

Donna inserted the plastic penis and pushed it in and out of her hot hole.

"Move in," Harry called over to the cameraman.

"Let's catch this in a tight close-up."

The camera dollied in.

"Make it a zoom shot," Harry ordered. And thus Donna's moist triangle, with her hand thrusting the plastic penis in and out as if she was masturbating was depicted.

"That's a good beginning," Harry smiled, "Alright, honey, throw the dildo to the side."

"Which side?"

"Pull it out with your right hand, and throw it to the right," Harry directed, "Don't worry about us talking," he explained, "We shoot this silent, and match music to it later."

And then, the dog was brought out.

"Alright, boys, ready to roll."

"And now, Dandy-go to it."

Dandy jumped on the bed, and Harry insisted, "Massage your cunt, honey, and get Dandy so worked up, he'll lick it, and then I'll tell you how we'll have him fuck it."

Donna reached down and began massaging her vagina. When she had done this sufficiently, sure enough, the dog wanted to get in there and lash it with his tongue.

"Do your thing, Dandy," Charlie told the dog, and the well-trained dog went to work eating her vagina.

"Open your pussy lips, honey, and let him get his hot tongue way up there."

The cameraman whispered to Harry, "Now, that's one dog I envy-look at Dandy go to it."

"He knows a good pussy when he sniffs it," Harry whispered back.

"That's it, help him honey. Keep those sweet, hot lips open!"

The dog's tongue lashed away inside her excitedly, "Ohhh, ahhh, yes, yes, baby, fuck me, fuck me," she begged the dog, and suddenly, as the dog's hot tongue lashed on her clitoris enough, she gushed.

Charlie was watching from the side, feeling his own penis rising so much he could hardly stand it.

"Alright, boys, we'll take a break."

Then, coming over to Donna, he told her, "Baby, that was beautiful. You and that dog are fantastic! Yes, ma'm. We'll wrap up our little flick today if we keep shooting like this."

"I guess we might as well go to the dressing room," Charlie told her.

"Sure," she smiled. When they got in the dressing room neither of them knew that Harry had a small slot where he could film the action, if any, without their knowing it. He had always preferred 'natural' movies, especially when it came to sex, as it was the spontaneous outburst of passion that produced exciting results on film.

"Oh, baby, I got so excited just watching you and the dog go at it."

"Did you?" Donna smiled, as she walked over to him and pushed her naked body against his. Now, Harry was in his secret booth, and had another camera ready to go.

The camera clicked, and Donna thought she heard something.

"What was that?" she asked.

"I'd better lock the door," Charlie said, and then he unzipped his pants, and pulled out his penis.

"Honey, you'd better give me a fast suck-I'm so hot I've got to get my rocks off."

"Turn on sound," Harry advised, "This is authentic stuff-now let's get it."

"I hated to see you out there with everybody watching," Charlie said, "but you did get me excited, and when that dog began lapping at your pussy I wanted to be there."

"I'll blow you," Donna said, kissing him gently, and then she dropped to her knees, and reached for his penis.

"This is beautiful," Harry whispered to his cameraman. "Yes, yes, let's see how this sweet little thing sucks a great big dirty dong!"

Donna licked it, and then let her tongue sweep under the testicles, and lick along both of them. Next, she suddenly seized it, and let her mouth slip over its meaty head.

"Suck! Suck it off!"

The hot throbbing penis exploded in her mouth, and the creamy, sticky cum splashed all over her face.

"Oh, baby, I didn't get a chance to have you eat me for very long," he complained, "I just got my dong in your mouth and I shot off."

But, undaunted Donna wasn't giving up quite so quickly. She had a good idea that her hot-blooded lover could come twice, if he could gun-off that quickly. And when his penis didn't go down, Charlie felt the excitement surging through his body.

"Suck me," he begged, "Ohhh, baby, eat my cock. Eat it!" And then he stabbed it down her throat.

"That's it, baby, let me throat fuck you. Ohhh, ahhh, like that-yes, yes."

"Look at that tiger go!" Harry commented as he saw the scene through his peep-hole. "I hope you've got enough film to keep going without having to re-load."

"I think we have," the cameraman whispered.

"Suck me! Suck it off. Eat it, eat that dong, baby, eat my cock. Ohhh, yes, baby, yes!"

His hot penis stabbed down her throat, and she accepted him eagerly, pulling him closer to her with grappling buttock grasps.

"That's it, eat my dirty dick. Suck on it, honey, and I'll flash-flood your mouth."

"Ohhh, baby, now-now!"

Her mouth moved away so she could have the head of it in her mouth, instead of sliding down her throat when Charlie would shoot his penis off.

Charlie ran his excited fingers through her long, blonde hair, guiding her over his long, slick penis.

"Catch that-ohhh, I like to show that size when he slides out so he can give the girl a mouthful-a real considerate fucker, I must say," Harry mused.

"They're in love," the cameraman replied, "Nice to see a couple of wholesome kids in love, isn't it?"

"Bet your sweet ass it is," Harry chuckled.

"Now, now, ohhhh, I'm coming, I'm coming," he gasped, "I-I can't hold it, baby, get your mouth over it. Suck it out. Oh, I am loaded. Eat it, baby, eat my stuff."

The creamy, hot sperm flashed out into her mouth, and she sucked on it for dear life, her cheeks sucking in as she swallowed her lover's sperm.

"How was it? Did it taste good, baby?"

Slowly, Donna slipped her mouth off his rod, and then she looked up at him adoringly, "You always taste terrific to me!" and then she got to her feet, and went over to the mirror. "I guess I'd better put some make-up on. I'm all sweaty from those lights."

"Here," Charlie said, "let me slip my dick back in my pants, and I'll pat the pancake make-up all over your sweet little body."

He had a little difficulty getting his penis back in place. Finally he succeeded, and then he began applying make up all over.

"How about ending right there, while the kid is applying pancake makeup on her butt?"

"Can't think of a nicer finish to a very nice piece of film ?" Harry whispered. "Good deal!"

A moment later, there was a knock on the door, and Harry tried to open the door.

"Just a minute," Charlie called, "We'll be right out."

"Hey, what are you two doing in there?"

"What do you think?" Charlie laughed.