A cameras was brought closer, B camera still roving hand-held. Both operators filmed close-up shots of our naked bodies as we ground against each other and fucked for them. I grew wetter and hornier as the close-up forced the King to press down on me harder to avoid having his penis visible on my belly, not inside me.
“Could you tuck under for these shots, we can see your Royal sceptre.” The D.O.P. said.
The King tucked his cock down and immediately his shaft parted my slippery lips and my clit pressed against his shaft under its little hood.
My body twitched then I went still, electrified by the intimate sensation.
Both cameras filmed the area where our two tightly toned belles merged. We thrust against each other slowly and passionately, his cock now wedged along my slit driving me wild with lust. They filmed my breasts as his hands groping them. Then our faces as we made masks of desire, anguish, pain and pleasure while glaring deeply into each others eyes. The King’s hardening cock thickened and grew firmer for me to grind my clit against and the two of us joined with our eyes, our genitals rubbing deliciously together in front of dozens of co-workers..
In his eyes I saw him struggle to not get hard. He didn’t want to have an erection on set in front of all those people I could see it. When the cameras were aimed elsewhere he was begging me to stop making this feel so good.
I don’t know what he saw in my eyes but I was trying to tell him I was sorry but helpless to stop. It felt so good to have my hungry pussy rubbing him.
“Cut!”
We both sighed but for different reasons.
Trying to be as cool and professional as he could the King rolled off of me exposing my soaking wet slit to everyone as he covered himself casually his cock still not completely hard.
“Thank you first team, you are wrapped for the day.”
The six of us started to move back to our dressing rooms. The stunt actors had a different area they dressed in and The Wizard didn’t actually have a permanent dressing room, he didn’t work often enough so in a moment we had to part ways but I was reluctant.
“That was a hell of a day. I could use a drink!” I stated, trying to be one of the guys.
On days when the stunties and I did big physical scenes we often would have some scotch in their area of the studio. Someone would usually say that line and we would all go unwind and relax while talking about the day.
“Lets do it! Boys?” Guard 1 looked at the other actors. The King had joined us before but never the Wizard or the Weasel. Today they did.
Only wearing my robe and slippers I lounged on a discarded throne from two seasons ago the stunties had acquired. The Stunt team had a walled off area in a corner of the big warehouse that made up the soundstage. They had filled it with gym padding everywhere and various tools of the trade they needed to rehearse stunts and keep in shape.
I had spent a lot of time here working and a slightly less socializing. They had only let me join for ‘drinks’ two years ago, and only let me actually drink last year. Generally I was a kid sister to them, they would tease me but never flirt the way they would with the other actresses that came around for drinks.
That night things were different.
For the first time they treated me the same way they treated women that came around. They were all flirting with me and making me the centre of attention.
Tonight I was a woman and they wanted to fuck me.
They got me drunk and I let them. I flirted back and teased in kind. Periodically my robe fell open and flashed them while we drank and talked. I was slow to notice quite on purpose, thrilled when I saw them taking peeks at my breasts or my bare sex.
After an hour or so my assistant came by and found me.
“I’m going home, do you need anything?”
“No thanks. Who’s still here?”
“They have finished on this stage, everyone went outside for second unit coverage.”
“Ok. See you Tuesday.”
“Bye guys.”
Everyone waved and we felt the immense silence of a huge building with almost no-one in it.
I sipped my third, or forth scotch.
At some point the actor playing the Wizard left and it was sort of awkward after he did so; the energy in the room was shifting. It was pretty obvious that I was open to sleeping with someone but the men were rather confused about who I favoured.
The thing is I had no idea myself.
The Weasel had brought me to orgasm in my dressing room and I really wanted to return the favour. The King was the man I was most powerfully attracted too but sleeping with him seemed the most fraught somehow. Either of the two guards would have been great fun and I had often fantasized about both of them but I was in no mood to pick.
I wanted them all.
“I have an idea! Follow me!”
I hopped off the throne and stumbled a little from the drink. The King and Guard One both steadied me, the King with a hand on my back the Guard by taking hold of one of my arms. As I balanced myself I found the Guard’s hand and held it in mine while slipping an arm around the King’s waist. The Guard squeezed my hand back and we held on like lovers while the King snuggled against my other side and reached a big arm around my shoulders as I wrapped around his waist.
“Let’s go to the set!” And I started walking dragging two men physically and two more with curiosity.
The huge dark building had few lights left on and we giggled and whispered through the cavernous space behaving like naughty children up too late.
Each of us had been in here late many times before but this time we were furtive and stealthy, each silently conspiring together to avoid having to explain what we were doing to anyone else. Sex was in the air and no-one wanted to tear the fragile possibilities that night was offering.
When we reached the King’s bedchamber the stage was empty and dimly lit from distant work lights.
There were dozens of candled however.
Guard Two had a lighter and a joint. He lit the joint, took a hoot and passed it to Guard One, then proceeded to light candles.
Each of us took a hit off the joint, something I had only done a few times before. Enough times to know I liked it but needed to inhale lightly. The candles began to flicker on the walls and remind me of what had happened here earlier. My body began to grow warm and light from the pot and the lust that were suffusing my body.
As each man took a hit of the joint they grew silent and I felt the attention on me as they each remembered what had gone on here as well.
Relishing their gazes and the feeling of booze and weed I moved toward the huge bed and I let the robe fall from my body. I paused to kick off my slippers and then I crawled up onto the bed my ass high and my sex peeking out at them as I moved. When i reached the middle of the bed I stretched out into the same position I had been tied in earlier.
I reached for the ropes still dangling from the bed posts and I slipped my wrists through.
The Guards joined me and they both helped tied my ankles as they understood that I wanted to recreate the scene from earlier but for real. As they tied me they once again explored my body with their hands. Gently at first they both stroked my skin as if making certain I was serious. When I didn’t protest they both grew bolder and hands began to fondle and grope me in earnest. Even the most bold risks we had taken during filming hadn’t been as wonderful as feeling two men touch me with uninhibited arousal.