Extra Taboo - a Collection of Taboo Adult Erotic Stories for Women: Erotica for Women, by Women (14 page)

"Looks like Spencer Helms does not want to work if you don't work!" Lars crowed.

Mirjo stopped in her tracks "He can't!"

"He did say that!"

"Outrageous!"

"I told him that... he says he's got a lot of other porn filming companies begging him to disrobe and fuck for them."

Mirjo started walking again, leaving Lars standing in the long bright hallway.

Selja stepped around Lars blocking her path.

"You won't last long in this business. You seem too pure. This is a cut-throat fuck' em 24/7 meat grind shop."

Selja's blue eyes almost watered up... until she remembered what Mirjo said about Lars's skeptical thoughts. "Then why stay around watching women fuck. Just buy the DVDs." She hurriedly picked up her heels and caught up to Mirjo about to go into an exit, down some steps.

"Mirjo. I see what you mean. Lars practically told me to quit!" Selja panted.

"If we listened to him, Aulis and I still be photographing children's pictures at the mall." Mirjo shook her pretty blonde head. "Spectacular camera man though... knows how to make a discarded rock by the road side look like a freshly discarded used dildo from a sex product party."

Selja paused in her mind. That is a good camera man. "That's great. I can use a camera man like him."

Mirjo laughed. "Every girl can!"

Mirjo opened the second exit door into the filming studio.

Their heels clicked loud on the concrete studio floor.

"What's this drama about Spencer Helms not showing up?" Mirjo barked.

"He wants to fuck you!" said Tyeson Ford, a short bronze black man with flat-bush haircut. "Shoo I don't blame him. You are one hot babe, Mirjo."

Selja's cunt started refilling her pussy slot as she realized three black, shirtless, jockey shorts wearing studs waited for her — to film. To fuck her!

"Don't over act, Tyeson," Mirjo fired back, now dialling on her company phone.

Selja's emotions went into a tailspin. First, she feared being fucked by all the four men. Now she longed for the one black boy out of the three to stop playing the Drama King. For the first time in her life, Selja discovered a real backbone in her spine. She wanted Spencer Helms to get his black muscular ass in the studio. She needed to complete her sexual fantasy — ASAP."

Mirjo flipped her blonde hair clearing the phone speaker, "Yes. I want to speak to Spencer Helms." She turned to the three remaining black boys: Jason Cline and Zack Danforth. The two of them play-boxed against each other as they darted flirting eyes to Selja. Mirjo's voice picked up authority. "Meet my replacement men. And show her every respect you showed me!" she said without even looking at Selja.

Selja smiled.

And as if on cue, nineteen-year-old Jason, twenty-four-year old Zack and twenty-two-year old Tyeson turned on the charm and swarmed around the platinum blonde eighteen-year old Selja.

"You are onnnnneeee fine Swede," said Jason, his hand reached out to shake her hand. "I'm Jason Cline."

Tyeson eyed her body up and down. "I like my meal without all this dressing... he touched her bright little yellow mini dress' hem. "I'm Tyeson Ford."

"Any one who dresses like this, three-quarter lace sleeve, tight little yellow mini dress has class," Zack answered. Then he practically leaned in and breathed in her Just for Tonight perfume. "Love your perfume. I'm Zack Danforth."

"Hi boys! My name is Selja Leskinen."

All three boys said at the same time, in a lusty, heavy tone, "We know! We want to make you happy — sexually that is!"

Selja embolden, "I will make you happy," she paused for sexual potency. "In any way I can!" She pursed her lips and smiled and laughed.

Zack tapped Jason, "The new girl's all right in my book."

"Maybe, but we'll find out if she can fuck," Tyeson added.

Mirjo started yelling. "Get over it Spencer! I'm married to Aulis. That's it! Get your ass to work. I don't care if you're not wearing a suit. You showered already today, come on over in what you're wearing." She paused listening.

The three other black men laughed in the background.

"Freaking romantic fool! Don't be like him, Selja," said Tyeson.

"Selja, he fell in love," Zack commented.

"Every week he falls in love," added Jason.

"This job isn't about romance, Spencer! It's about fucking, sex!" Mirjo clicked the phone. Her heels clicked on the concrete floor of the studio. "Sometimes the boys get involved. They may fall for you, Selja don't take it seriously. It's usually infatuation. Lots of men have never fucked a Swedish girl before and all the romantic history out there — well you see the results. Let me take you to your dressing room."

A collective, "Awe!" came from the three black men. Each made a comment about how she could undress in front of them, but Mirjo ignored them and guided Selja to her dressing room.

Selja allowed a straight business smile to cross her lips. If she could be so lucky as to have Spencer Helms fall in love with her. If it could happen. If she could give herself to him first out of the three and then they'd fall in love...

***

In her small dressing room, Selja laughed along with Mirjo.

"I know the costumes are not much, but you'll be taking them off anyway."

Selja looked at the sheer see-through purple dress hanging from Mirjo's hand. The flimsy garment looked spectacular on Mirjo in the DVD. Her perfectly round DD breasts lay like gourmet food before the four black boys' eyes. Her purple thong her only underwear, matched the dress and her two-inch heels.

Mirjo folded the purple sheer dress over her arm. She turned around and walked to a clothes rack full of racy garments. She pulled out another ankle length garment. "You'll wear this for the new promotion DVD, a red sheer dress." She held the dress up to Selja's body. "You like red?"

"I love red!" Selja exclaimed. Privately she grew more confident of pulling this off. Red always put her in the mood for sex; put her in the mood to be her sexual self. Her slut persona she called it. Her passionate self leaped for joy. In her fantasies, she acted slutty and fucked lots of men. Now she could fuck lots of men and earn money for her pleasure. "I masturbated wearing a red ankle-length dress last night."

"You poor thing. Afraid the boys might complain?”

"Afraid I might not show up for the interview!"

Both women laughed.

"You'll do just fine. Spencer is really a nice guy. And you'll find you’re easily capable of handling four black men. You'll discover that wealth of lust society's buried in your being, women's being over the thousands of years. She'll come out and you'll do just fine. If anything, Selja, you'll complain when they're all limp and unable to go on."

"Wow!"

***

Selja played with her make-up and adjusted her thong. A fluffer girl named Ericka, already had the guys dicks hard. Ericka said she'd tell her when Spencer arrived, so Selja waited as she wanted Spencer to take her virginity.

After two more minutes, Ericka came back, "He's here! Spencer Helms! I wish I was in your shoes... tonight."

Selja push herself out of her chair. She rotated around so her butt faced the mirror. She looked bare naked under the sheer red dress. Millions of men and women, too, would see her DVD from tonight.

"You look awesome, Selja," the redhead Ericka said.

Selja followed Erika out of the dressing room and back into the studio.

The place was crowded with around fifty people. A steady hum of conversation and movement hung in the air. Sound people tested their equipment. Lars hefting up the camera on his shoulders. He focused and refocused his lens. Aulis smiled as he stood and talked to the production editor. Mirjo pointed at the script of their sex act, nodding and directing when such and such would happen. The bright lights focused on a beautiful Victorian bedroom, the old style floral drapes, footstool and canopy bed complete with gauzy netting, parted.

"All right, quiet on the set," shouted Aulis." He waved Selja over. "Selja you’re to lie on the bed. You’re dreaming. This is just a practice DVD. We may not use it at all. So just relax. You start to get horny because in your dream you imagine four black men are coming; you've invited them to have sex with you. You want them bad... but you have to wait. So you're masturbating, having a good time and then after three minutes, you slowly raise your dress, over your calves, your knees and upper thighs.

You start to touch your sex. You touch your breasts. Then back to your dress, you raise it up over your wet crotch. Your damp flower is visible. Lars will come in for a close up. Then he'll back away. The canopy gauze will magically part on camera and the four black men will surround your bed. They call you sleeping beauty and briefly argue before Spencer solves the debate by saying, ‘She's not sleeping beauty. She's a sleeping Swedish Goddess! And I'm going to be the first one to make love to her.’

Selja practically swooned and her knees started to buckle, but she reacted quickly, locking her knees tight. She nodded. She practiced her slut porn strut to the bed.

Everyone comment. "Mirjo you've taught her the walk."

"Unbelievable!"

Walking to the bed, Selja saw Jonatan smiling, his lips as tight as the space in his jeans.

"Be a star," Jonatan said.

Selja climbed onto the soft bed, her skin very much aware it was a bed made for fucking. Every girl desired to fuck under a romantic canopy. She could hardly believe it. The cameras were rolling!

On her hands and knees moving up toward the pillows and head board, she felt like a slut. A real hooker-Goddess-Priestess-Temptress-Whore! Her sex held tight by the red thong, her thong string beginning to divide her plump vulva lips.

She lay down demure and rolled onto her back. Everyone stayed night quiet as she began to touch herself. Moaning. Whining. Whimpering for a man, men... more than one, two, three, and four. She pressed her palm on her mound. Her free hand caressed and tweaked her nipples, her sex swelling and lubing up the bed like crazy. “I'm really going to go through with it!” she thought.

***

The four black boys surrounded the bed and commented.

Spencer spoke, "I'm in love. This is not infatuation," he parted the canopy and stood there. He stared at Selja as she continued her masturbating, spreading her legs wider and wider; her slobbering sex leaking girly oils down her pussy slice onto her bum hole. Her own scent wafted into the air. The men noticed it first. Flaccid dicks grew instantly harder, breaking the concentration of even the main cameraman Lars as he hardened.

Selja bit her lips from under her nearly tightly closed eyelids, and saw Spencer standing there butt naked. From the center of his tightly curled pubic hair, a massive jutting prick throbbed and dripped precum. Jason, Tyeson and Zack stood behind him.

"She's mine first in doggy style," Tyeson said.

"Mine first spoon style," Zack bolstered loudly.

"I'm taking her first cowgirl style," said Jason, licking his thin lips.

Spencer reached out and touched her pedicured pink toenails. "Pretty from head to toe," Spencer cooed. He wiggled each of her toes trying to wake the spread-legged Selja. "I know how to wake her."

Spencer crawled onto the bed slowly. His dark skin bright against the white bed sheet. His heavy balls tight up to his groin. His strong biceps flexing and reflecting the muted camera light through the gauze. His black bald head gleamed in the light, his hairless face watching carefully. He gently lay his hips at her feet, his tummy at her knees; his strong muscular shoulders between her thighs.