“And a fitting gift it is.” the King reached for me and grabbed my breast in his large hand and I shuddered with delight. “Interesting…” The large hand once again crept lower and caressed my side and down over my buttocks. I again writhed with passion at his exploration, eager for more intimate exploration.
When his hand spanked my ass it was the hardest spank yet, the sharp crack loud in the near silence.
I exploded in a real but drastically exaggerated orgasm. Squirming in my bonds I writhed and opened my legs wide for the first time and humped my hips as I climaxed, desperately hoping for someone to touch my burning slit.
“Very interesting….” the King’s voice was harsh and deep with passion as he witnessed my shameless behaviour.
Once more he fondled my body but for this version he pinched my nipples and tugged on them. It felt amazing and I wriggled with painful delight at his treatment.
“Thank you for bringing your sister to me.” the King grated, passion making his voice harsh.
“Adopted sister.” the Weasel murmured. “This slut is no blood kin of mine. The harlot deserves whatever she gets.” The slight change in lines added authenticity to the scene, we were all in the zone, living this moment as fully as actors can.
“That she does. Whore! You have set my plans back years!” He snarled into my face and I flinched. Then the King’s large hand stroked down my belly and cupped my sex. He hardly brushed my lips but my body jumped with need and sought to press my tingling clit to his fingers.
Respectfully the actor avoided actually touching me but acted like he was fingering me violently and I whimpered my need for real contact humping my hips at him.
“Come, hold your sister still for me.”
The Weasel moved close and held me as I struggled. The King pretended to violate me with his fingers while the Weasel groped and pinched me. Having two of them touching me at he same time increased my need for actual intimate contacts. I squirmed my buttocks against the Weasel’s erection as he groped my tits.
“Tell me who is in your network of spies, Princess. How have you been eluding me all these years?”
“Go to hell!” I begged.
I wanted to say “Please fuck me!” but the Princess would never.
“I think I’m going to put you through hell instead.”
The King stepped back and the Weasel held me for him as the King once more began to flog my sensitive chest.
The soft leather thongs left red marks on my pale breasts. The King probably still held back but this time he hit me harder than ever and my body reacted with a violent orgasm. I writhed in unsimulated delight at my debasement. The Weasel had to hold me close as I struggled in orgasmic torment from the most realistic whipping yet.
When the director had enough he called “Cut.” and the room remained still and silent for a few moments the only voices those of the Director and Director of Photography whispering to each other.
The suspended silence gave me time to compose myself. I was in a little pain now, my chest raw and my wrists chaffed from my struggles but my body vibrated with desire for deeper more fulfilling physical contact.
I needed to be fucked.
The first AD called out “Moving on! We are pushing in for twos.”
That meant the same scene but now we would move the cameras closer to capture just two people at a time. That required a little time to move the cameras, change lenses, and adjust the lights.
The props master came over to help me get my wrists out of the tightened loop and the wardrobe mistress rushed over and wrapped me in the fluffy robe again.
I had a break while the crew worked so I went back to my dressing room.
My stand in walked by and looked at me with awe and respect. Everyone watched me leave and it thrilled me to think that many of them had erections and wanted to fuck me.
That wasn’t how I was used to feeling.
As soon as I was alone in my little dressing room I sat in a lounge chair and began to masturbate. My poor pussy ached to be filled. I had a wonderful vibrator at home but I hadn’t brought it to work. I knew I would be horny today but I thought I’d be able to wait until I got home to rub one out while remembering how sexy the day had been. But I was intensely aroused and needed release.
I made myself cum immediately, my body still fully worked up from doing the scene over and over when someone knocked on my door. I threw the robe over my nakedness and opened the door.
It was the actor playing the Weasel.
“Hi. How are you? Can I come in for a second?”
I gestured for him to enter, torn between being glad for the company and wishing to be alone to continue touching my still burning clit.
“I have to say you were amazing this morning! You fucking killed it in the scene!”
I blushed genuinely. After so many years working together it was rare any of us impressed or surprised each other with our acting so for him to gush like this was a big deal.
“And, if it isn’t crossing a line…. you looked amazing. You obviously put the work in and your body looks fantastic!”
My blush grew hotter, he was obviously attracted to me all of a sudden.
Weasel he had started the show in the first season as an eighteen year old; I’m sure it never occurred to him to think of me as a sexual being until today but seeing me in all my womanly glory this morning had clearly had an effect on him.
Being paid to fondly and caress my nude body probably contributed as well.
I hoped me pressing my ass to his erection hadn’t been too offensive and was trying to think of a way to bring that up when he beat me to it.
“I wanted to ask if anything I did in the scene crossed the line at all. It got pretty intimate there after a while…” He was blushing now too and grinning nervously which oddly put me at ease. If this guy who was older than me and who had already done sex scenes in the show felt awkward or embarrassed then it was ok for me to.
“No. It was great! I mean- it was… um… nothing was bad…nothing crossed any lines. I loved it. I mean… it was great for the scene.” I was babbling like a fool trying to express how the actor in the scene felt not the woman. I was ashamed of how turned on the woman was and struggled to find the words to speak about the scene as an actor.
I wasn’t acting out there. I was simply getting off in front of everyone.
“Its insane.”He said “The things we put ourselves through for this job. But you handled it fantastically. You looked sexy as fuck and acted brilliantly.”
It dawned on me slowly that he might be flirting with me.
“Thank you.” I had little butterflies in my stomach as I wondered if he was going to try and kiss me or anything. “That last take you were great. So intense… I loved the improv.”
“You didn’t mind I called the Princess a slut?”
“She was totally being a slut so… no.”
“Yeah. Wow! I never would have thought you had that in you. It looked like you loved everything we were doing to you! It was amazing.”
“Well… maybe I did…”
I couldn’t believe I said that. All the air sucked out of the room as he looked at me to gauge if I meant it or not.