“I mean it sure is nice being the center of attention.” I spoke softly, the words just sounds to fill the air while I sorted out what was happening here. “Maybe I liked letting everyone see me naked…”
I saw the shift in him. I could see the face of a big brother shift into the face of a man realizing sex was on offer. It made me feel warm and soft inside as some inner confidence rose up in him.
“Who could blame you with a body like yours. Nobody could take their eyes off you.”
“Nobody.”
“Not me.”
I dropped my robe to the floor and once again bared myself before him but this time we were alone and the flagrant display of my nakedness meant something entirely different.
‘Wow.” He whispered to himself and my heart filled with joy. All my insecurity vanished as I saw the unmasked lust on his face.
He had spent an hour touching my body over and over but it had all been choreographed and planned out, now that he was free to touch where he liked he hesitated. It took too long. I needed contact so I reached for his hand and guided his fingers to my desperate sex.
Immediately his fingers delved in between my lips and plunged gently inside. I whimpered as my body abruptly roaring to life from the delicious, intimate contact. Reaching up I held onto both his shoulders tightly as his fingers danced around inside my body detonating passion with every stroke.
We began to kiss hungrily.
The man who had not only played my brother in our show but who had become like a brother -or at least a close cousin- fingered my slit and kissed my mouth lasciviously as horny for me as I was for him.
My burning pussy was primed after all the orgasms I had already given her and I began to cum after only a few minutes of kissing and fingering. I was so ready that I came hard enough to fall to the chair. The Weasel helped me sit, never stopping driving his fingers deep inside my convulsing core.
Once I was resting he lifted both my legs over the arms of the chair and displayed my most secret place to his wide eyes. Before I had even stopped cumming he lowered his mouth to my slit and began to suck and lick my clit while still fingering me.
I’m certain I had never cum so hard in my life. I bucked and humped trying to escape the delicious torment he inflicted on my frothing sex. It was useless, his mouth clamped down, his fingers dug deep and he forced me to climax for several long, wonderful moments. I have no idea how long, or how many times I came but I was sweating and panting when he stopped.
A voice down the hall called for ‘First Team’ which was all the actors.
It was time to go back to work and do all that again but with the camera even closer to the action.
The Weasel jumped up, listened at the door and waited for someone to pass, then looked at me where I still lay sprawled in the chair, legs over the arms, pussy leaking the evidence of my depravity. With a wink he wiped my juices from his mouth and darted out into the hall closing the door behind him.
I could hardly walk as I made my way back to the set.
I had never done drugs at that point but I know now I was as high as if I had done MDMA or something as I walked to set.
“Final touches.”
Hair and makeup touched me up, tussling my hair more artfully, reapplying powder, lip gloss and what not. When it was time to drop my robe again someone reapplied make up to my breasts and nipples and another lady knelt to tease out my pubic hair again. As she brushed my pubic hair I saw- because I was looking- I saw her notice how wet and messy my pussy was. I was mortified how obvious it was that there had been a lot of activity down there in the last fifteen minutes. I was so out of my mind from all the orgasms that I decided the shame was worth it.
“Clear the set.”
Everyone left except we actors.
For this shot they weren’t using the crane, that had been taken down and was being rebuilt on whichever set they needed it next. For this shot A camera was ‘on sticks’ meaning on the tripod. B camera was a steadi-cam operated by a man in a special harness that counterbalanced the weight of the camera so that as the operator moved the camera didn’t bounce and wiggle.
We were all going to do the same action as for the master shot but now everyone was closer together. I was still hanging from the rope and the three men stood far closer than you would in real life but on film it looked perfect.
A camera was focused on myself and the King while the steadi-cam was going to move with the action, first with the Wizard and then with the Weasel.
Now that I had been naked in front of everyone all morning I expected most of them to be over it but when the set cleared and my body was once more fully displayed dangling from the rope the air felt full of sexual tension once again.
But maybe that was just me and the degenerate thrill I got from being exhibited before them.
As before we began with a less intensely sexual version of the scene but given how far we had gone earlier those scenes felt tepid and flat by comparison. Still we were professionals and we found a way to give these performances much of the raw passion of the master shot.
Once more I walked the tight rope of feeling the Princess’s fear, anger and betrayal while ensorcelled to feel lust at every touch. Obviously the lust was effortless my pussy still felt squishy and wet from The Weasel’s mouth. I felt as if everyone in the room -but most especially the camera- could see the wetness of my sex as I relished their eyes on me.
We performed the same actions a few times and did fine but when the director said to ‘Step it up a notch in intensity’ I felt the energy in the room shift.
“Action!” the director once again called and it began.
Yet again I slumped and dangled from my ropes my muscled pulled tight and firm as I woozily struggled. I allowed my legs to part and my sex to peek at the camera.
“What have you done to her?” the King rumbled.
“Made her more amenable to your attention m’lord. The Princess knows where she is and what is happening to her, but…” This time the Wizard used his wand to trace a line down from my chin to my pubic hair. The whole time I shuddered and juddered as if the gentle touch of wood was an electric cattle-prod of desire.
“…the slightest touch will inflame her desires highness. A slap will delight her. The whip give her pleasure beyond her wildest dreams. This is my gift to you to in some measure make up for the continued failure of my minions to capture her.”
“And a fitting gift it is.” the King reached for me and stroked his large hand down the same path the Wizard’s wand had gone, down between my breasts over my stomach and to my pubic hair where he delicately twisted his fingers in the growth.
I quivered with growing passion the further down his fingers went.
“Interesting…” The large hand crept lower and once again he cupped my sex making it seem as if he were fingering me but not actually doing it. Delirious as I was with the desire to be touched I undulated my hips trying to get him to touch me. It looked as if I were reacting to his touch but it was actually the lack of touch.