"Come on, old man, let's get this over with," she said in a tone of utter boredom.

That was the final straw. My erection, already threatening to wilt, drooped like a dead chrysanthemum. My face took on the hue of Rudolf's nose.

"I'm sorry, Dave," I muttered. "This was a really bad idea."

"Okay, folks, take five," he called to the assembled crew.

I poured a cup of the sludge that had been provided as coffee and slunk off to a quiet corner to nurse my injured pride. How the hell had I let myself be talked into this? Talk about an old fool…

We had been in the pub. It had been someone's leaving do so the drinking had started early. We were in the third, or maybe it was the fourth, pub. The normal people had long gone; the ones with wives or husbands or home lives or just had better things to do with their time than get rat-arsed on a Friday night, so it was just the hard-core drinkers that remained. I didn't really count myself among that group but as I had neither wife nor husband waiting for me nor, come to that, much of a home life or anything better to do, I joined them from time to time.

Being men and being drunk, the talk inevitably turned to women. Not, of course, how pleasant we found their company or how we admired their ability to cope with two screaming children while still managing to prepare the evening meal: no, the discussion centred around such enlightening topics as whether Victoria Beckham had really had a boob job and now much more silicone Jordan could assimilate. Someone mentioned some porn star called Minka and there was general agreement among those who knew who she was that there were limits to everything, even tits. That led to someone remarking that he didn't care how much silicone they had, he wouldn't mind being a porn star. Someone else, Alan I think it was, remarked that there was a new genre of porn with natural-looking actresses, generally very young: many of them pretend to be amateurs. I vaguely wondered how come he knew so much about it.

And it was at this point disaster struck for the next comment was from Frank who complained that his e-mail was fucked because he was being spammed by adverts for sites where old men screw young women. I laughed. The whole idea seemed so preposterous. Who would want to see some overweight, balding old guy having it away with some twenty-year-old and why would the said twenty-year-old want to have anything to do with an overweight, balding old guy?

"It's true you know," someone said quietly in my ear.

It was a fellow from one of our subsidiary offices. I think he'd said his name was Roger. Anyway, I didn't know him that well.

"How would you know?" I asked a trifle belligerently.

"I have connections," he smiled.

"Connections? What sort of connections?"

"With the business. Frank's right; there are sites that show older men having sex with young women. And they're very popular."

I regarded him somewhat blearily. "Do they bring them out of retirement? You know, like whatshisface, John Holmes?"

He laughed. "Hardly. Mostly they're amateurs. It's not easy being a man in a porn movie."

"How hard can it be?" I said and laughed uproariously at my clever pun.

He merely smiled. I had the sudden impression he was not nearly as drunk as I was. "How long can you keep an erection?"

"I dunno. I've never tried."

"Can you get one easily?"

"How do you mean?" I wasn't sure I liked the direction this conversation was going.

"Do you take a long time to get it up or does it just sort of pop up of its own accord."

"That's pretty damn personal but the latter. What's this all about, anyway?"

He shrugged. "Just asking. You're in good shape, got no ties, not bad looking. Would you be interested?"

"Interested in what?" I knew I should have refused that last pint.

"In making a movie."

"Movie? You mean…?" I struggled to kick my beer-befuddled brain into gear. "What would I have to do?"

He laughed. "The usual things."

"Usual…? Right. I get it. The usual things. Very good," I laughed too loudly at his joke.

"So, you interested?"

"I dunno. Older men and younger women, you said?" He nodded. "How young?"

He shrugged again. "Anywhere between eighteen and twenty-five. Can't be younger than eighteen. Not legal in the States, you know." He gave me a knowing look. "Of course, there's always the, er, more mature women, if you'd prefer."

"More mature?"

He spread his arms wide. "You know, larger."

I shuddered. "No thanks. I prefer 'em slim."

"Takes all sorts, you know."

"Tell me." Mike Jones, our financial controller was married to a lady about twice his size and seemed deliriously happy. A little bit of sense began to creep in. "Would I be… recognisable?"

"Of course. That's the point. Ordinary bloke screws young thing."

"But what if…" I indicated our drinking companions who were arguing about football again.

"So what," he grinned. "First off, no-one's going to recognise you with your clothes off and second, what the hell?"

The idea of actually having sex with a girl half my age finally penetrated my drink-sodden brain and, despite being well over the odds, my gonads took over and I became half hard. No problem getting it up, at any rate. Sex with some sexy bint? Yeah. Someone would be filming me but they had cam-corders these days, didn't they? How hard could it be?

"What the hell. Fuck it, you've convinced me."

"Give me your mobile number and I'll call you next week."

He drifted off and, after downing the rest of my pint, I realised I'd had more than enough so made my excuses and left.

The weird conversation came back to me the following afternoon, once the inevitable hangover had subsided to a dull pounding and general feeling of unwellness. I replayed it in my head and dismissed it as the usual sort of arrangements men make when they're pissed. You know, someone persuades you what a brilliant experience white water rafting is and promises to invite you next time they're going when the truth is that they've done it once and pissed themselves all the way down and you get seasick on a pedallo.

On Wednesday my mobile rang with a number I didn't recognise.

"Pete? It's Roger."

"Roger?"

"Yes, you remember. The pub. Last Friday."

"Roger. Yeah. Sorry. How are you?"

"Fine. Fine. You? Recovered?"

"Had one hell of a hangover on Saturday but, yes, I'm fine."

"You remember our conversation?"

"About screw…"

"Not over the phone, please."

"What? Okay. Yes, I remember."

"You still interested?"

Was I interested? Sad, lonely, fifty-two-year-old Pete gets the chance to have sex with twenty-something girl. You bet I was interested.

"I'm interested."

"Good. I'll make some calls. Someone called Dave will probably call you."

"Dave. Right."

"Have fun."

As he rang off, I looked at the phone as if it was a piece of alien sculpture. What had I done? Had I really just agreed to take part in a porn movie? I still couldn't get my head round it.

Dave phoned the following week. He was a bit cagey and tried to ask me all sorts of intimate questions about my sex life, the size of my cock and my stamina without actually asking any direct questions. It was very Kafka-esque.

"Wouldn't it be easier if we met somewhere?" I asked.

"Not really practical. Rog said you were okay so I'm taking a chance. You free this weekend?"

"Yes."

"Right, give your e-mail and I'll send you details."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Truth is, I'm a bit stuck. My regular's had a heart attack."

"Dangerous business, then."

"Naw. Not connected. Silly fool thought he ought to get fit so started going to weight training and aerobics and all sorts. Overdid it."

"Oh. Okay. What do I need to bring."

"Nothing. Just you."

I took special care with my ablutions on Saturday. Not bad, I thought as I surveyed myself critically in the mirror, bum's a bit saggy, there's a bit too much weight around the middle, face is… passable, hair's receding a bit but the shoulders are still there and there's not too much extra weight… I sucked my stomach in… yes, all in all, not bad.

At ten o'clock I was ringing the bell of the non-descript door at the address Dave had e-mailed. It wasn't the most salubrious address in town but that was hardly surprising.

"Yes?" a voice asked from the metal grille at the side of the door.

"I'm Pete. Dave asked me to come."

"Okay. Just push the door and some up. First floor."

There was a buzzing noise and I pushed the door. The hinges squeaked. I was faced with a narrow dingy hallway with two doors and worn stone stairs going up. At the top was a landing with two doors and more stairs going up. The doors were closed but one of them had a grimy plate with the words 'DC Productions' engraved on it in curly letters so I assumed this was the one.

The door wasn't locked. I stepped in to a small reception area much in need of a coat of paint. There was a threadbare carpet on the floor that might, once have been green, and a desk and chair that looked like they'd been rescued from a skip with a battered computer on top. It was empty.

As I wondered if I should try the only other door, it opened and a man came out. He was about my age with long, greasy hair tied in a pony-tail with a leather band. To say his face looked 'lived in' would have been kind. He was more than a little overweight and was wearing a well-worn t-shirt with 'AC/DC Tour 1999' printed on it, black jeans that were too long and black Doc Martins.

"You Pete?" he asked, holding out his hand. "I'm Dave."

I shook his hand. His grip was surprisingly firm and friendly. He stepped back and looked me up and down.

"Not bad," he said and grinned. "No corset, I take it?"

"What you see is what you get."

"Good." His grin was friendly and I realised I shouldn't judge by appearances. "Come through and I'll introduce you."

We went into the studio. It wasn't what I expected, not that I'd had any real expectations other than something more… intimate. This looked like a real film studio. It wasn't particularly large but it had two… sets I suppose you could call them. Anyway, there was a sort of living room with a leather couch, an armchair, a small bookcase and a potted plant on a stand. The whole lot were parked on an off-cut of carpet with a piece of flimsy board behind it made to look like a living room wall. The other set was a bed with a sheet, clean, but no covers. There were two bedside tables and brass bedside lamps and fluffy mats on either side but no carpet. The rest of the space was taken up with huge, white umbrellas on stands, spotlights, two large microphones on booms and cables running everywhere. The six people, eight if you counted us, made it seem crowded.

"People, this is Pete. He's here to fill in for Jerry."

There were casual waves and greetings of, "Hi, Pete," from the group.

Dave waved at the various members. "Mark is the cameraman, John and Alec are lighting, Jim is sound, Dave is electrics and Morag is continuity." I hadn't noticed that one of them was a woman. They were all dressed like Dave; black t-shirts, black jeans and black shoes. "Let's get some coffee and I'll fill you in."

There was an urn and some chipped mugs on a table in the corner. Milk came from a carton and sugar from the packet. The coffee tasted like shite.

"This is your first time, right," he began. "There's really nothing to it. There's no story as such so you don't have to do any acting. We'll do one scenario and, depending on how that goes, maybe a second one. In a moment I'll take you through and get Marjie to get you ready, make-up and that. Okay so far?"

I nodded, bemused. It was only just beginning to dawn on me that I was going to have sex with a girl in front of a bunch of strangers.

"Dave to Pete. Come in, Pete." His voice held amusement.

"Sorry. I'm just a bit overwhelmed."

"Don't worry about it. Actually I should apologise. I don't normally dump people in at the deep end. Usually, I'd have you down here a couple of times to see what happens and let you get used to it. It isn't for everyone and, sometimes, people chicken out. But I really am desperate and Roger said you were okay so I decided to chance it. Don't let it faze you. The secret is concentration. Shut everything else out and focus on the girl… and my instructions, of course." He grinned. "With the lights and all, you won't see much anyway." He tugged at his t-shirt. "We'll take it as slow as you like. It's kind of lucky we've got Amber today. She's one of the better ones."

I wondered where this Amber was and what she looked like. How was she 'better'?

"I'll do my best," I said.

He clapped me on the arm. "Can't say fairer than that. Okay, here's the story, such as it is. Amber's on the couch. She's really horny and is masturbating. You come in. She's not getting off on her fingers so she grabs you, pulls your dick out and starts giving you a blow-job. The blow-job is important. Guys like seeing a girl give head. Don't cum, whatever you do. When she's got you up, you go down and eat her for a while then you fuck her on the couch. You've heard of the money shot?" I shook my head. "That's when the guy cums. Whatever you do, don't cum inside her. The punters like to see the guy cum so you'll do it on her face. Got it?"

"I think so. Do I use a condom?"

"Yeah. And that's another reason for pulling out. We need to get the condom off before you shoot." He sighed. "I know it's safer in this day and age but it was an awful lot easier when the guy just pulled out at the last minute and shot all over the girl. Let's go find Marjie and get you set up."

Off to one side there were two doors. He ushered me through one and banged on the other.

"Marjie, you about ready?"

The dressing room was little more than a large cupboard. It had a separate toilet at one end, a wash hand basin, a recessed hanging space with some clothes on hangers and what looked like a section of kitchen work-top littered with jars, bottles, brushes and little boxes. On the wall behind it was a large mirror with bare light bulbs all round it, three of which were broken.

A small woman came bustling in. She had a cascade of black hair and a swarthy complexion and a sour-looking expression. She was wearing the ubiquitous black t-shirt and jeans which seemed to conceal an interesting-looking set of curves.

"I'm Marjie," she said, unnecessarily. "You must be Pete. Sit down. No, first, go to the toilet then get yourself clean in the basin." I gave her a puzzled look. "Amber's going to be taking your dick in her mouth. She doesn't want it to taste of piss."

I used the toilet, conscious that there was a reasonably attractive woman just outside. Washing presented more of a problem. How was I going to clean myself without soaking my trousers?

"Just take them off," Marjie said coldly as if divining my thoughts. "And wash your balls, too. Thoroughly."

I was about to retort that I'd showered thoroughly this morning but didn't. So far my porn experience wasn't going well. I felt like a prize bull in a show-ring. No-one seemed to care about what I felt or thought. It was almost as if I was some object that had a useful purpose but, otherwise, no intrinsic value.

I stripped my lower half, trying not to notice Marjie's stare, and washed myself thoroughly. At least the water was hot.

"Strip," she commanded when I had finished and sighed at my hesitation. "Look, in a minute you're going to be naked in front of the cameras. You'd better get used to it quick."

I removed the rest of my clothes. She nodded but made no comment.

"What's your measurements?"

"Measurements?

"Waist, inside leg, chest and shoes?"

"Thirty six, thirty two, forty and eleven."

She pulled a short-sleeved shirt form a hangar and handed it to me. It had fake buttons and was held together by Velcro. It fitted okay. Next came a pair of blue trousers.

"No underwear?" I asked.

"Ever tried getting a stiff dick out of a pair of boxers?"

I had. The trousers weren't the best fit. Too loose and baggy for my taste but they seemed to satisfy her. Lastly came a pair of black moccasins with no socks.

"You'll do. Now lose the shirt and sit."

She took out some sort of meter or something and held it next to my body.

"Shit," she remarked and opened the door and shouted for Dave.

"What's the problem?" he asked as he ambled over.

"I'll need to do an all-over." She held the meter for him to see.

"Okay, but not too much," he nodded. "If you're going to make career of this," he grinned at me, "you might think about getting a sun tan."

"What's the problem?" I asked Marjie.

"Your skin's too light. I need to darken it. Here," she handed me a damp pad, "you do the front and I'll do the back. Just apply it lightly. Don't work it in. Do a bit and let me see."

I swiped the pad across my chest a few times. She regarded me critically then nodded.

"That'll do."

It was a bizarre experience standing there, wiping colour onto my chest and arms while she did the same to my back. I was instructed to do underneath my arms as well. Of course, she was faster than I and made me stand with my legs apart while she prized my buttocks apart and applied the lotion to the crack between them. Doing the inside of my thighs was even more embarrassing. It should have been sexy; after all, a not unattractive young woman was handling me most intimately, but her rather brusque manner removed any eroticism that might have existed. She was no more emotional than a doctor.

When all was done, she regarded me critically and swiped at various bits where I had been less than perfect.

"Okay, you'll do. Sit."

"How does it come off?" I asked.

"It'll wash off in a couple of days."

She did things to my face. I hadn't realised just how much make-up was required for a movie. I felt a bit like I had a mask on and my reflection didn't help. I didn't look like me.

"You'll look good for the camera and that's all that counts," she said.

When we finally emerged, a young woman was sitting on the settee looking bored and reading a magazine. She was dressed in a light dressing-gown so I couldn't see what her figure was like. She glanced up but didn't particularly acknowledge my existence. As I was going to be having sex with her shortly, I felt that, at least, I should introduce myself but I didn't know the etiquette here so I said nothing.

"Amber, this is Pete," Dave said. "He's standing in for Jerry at short notice."

She looked up this time and gave a bored smile. "Hi, Pete," she said.

I said, "Hi," back.

As Dave fussed around, I took the opportunity to study my co-star. She was in her early twenties, I guessed. Under the make-up it was difficult to be precise. She had blonde-streaked hair that fell below her shoulders, blue eyes, good cheekbones, pointed chin and a small mouth with full lips. If she hadn't looked so bored, she'd have been very attractive. Her hands were small and delicate, as were her feet. From what I could see of her legs, they looked slender and shapely.

"Okay, folks," Dave called. "Let's do a run-through. Pete, you wait over there and, at my signal, walk in. You suddenly notice Amber, stop and then walk towards her. Amber, you're masturbating and don't notice Pete until he's near the couch. Then you look up and look embarrassed."

I did as I was told. The cameraman jumped around like a demented fly. I hadn't realised ho close to the action he got. When we were done, Dave, Mark and Morag consulted together.

"Let's do it again," Dave said. "This time, Pete, look over there as you come on and don't stop when you see Amber, just sort of pause. Amber, swing one leg up on the back of the settee, please. When you see Pete, stop for a second as if you're giving him a good look before sitting up."

So we tried it again and a third time and a fourth until Dave and Mark were satisfied. We didn't spend much time on the blow-job as there was no movement. I was to stand facing the couch while Amber sucked me. We posed rather awkwardly, me with my pelvis thrust forward and Amber with her face at my crotch while Dave and Mark discussed camera angles. The scene where I returned the favour was equally bizarre. I knelt on the carpet with my head between Amber's spread thighs while she relined back and arched her back as if I was giving her extreme pleasure. At least I got the chance to see a bit more of her body for the robe fell away from her legs. They were, as I had suspected, pleasantly slender. Her mons wasn't all that prominent but her light brown pubic hair had been neatly trimmed into a small, upward-pointing arrowhead. Her outer labia were thin and the darker inner labia were visible even though she was not aroused. The small bump of her clitoral hood was visible. She smelt nice and clean and I found myself responding.

For the fucking scene, all Dave did was have me pose myself over Amber on the settee as if I was about to penetrate her. I was looking directly at her face but she kept her expression blank. It was as if she had switched herself off and was here only in body.

"I like that," Dave said. "You're quite I big guy, Pete, and having you loom over Amber like that looks good. We'll do the rest of the final bit once we see how the rest goes. Okay, let's go for it. Places everyone."

I felt suddenly tense and nervous. Up to now it had all been a bit casual and relaxed but, now, suddenly everyone was business-like. The crew, except Mark and Dave, seemed to fade into the background. The lights seemed brighter and hotter. I realised my hands were sweating. I took several deep breaths and told myself to relax, it was just another walk-through and I was about to get my cock sucked for real and, anyway, it didn't matter if I screwed up as we could always to another take.

Amber shucked her robe which Marjie whisked away and I got to see Amber naked for the first time. I was impressed. She was slim and looked fit. She had reasonably good hips and a waist. Her breasts weren't large but stuck out very nicely indeed with slightly tip-tilted nipples and good-sized areolae. All in all she was an attractive girl. If only she seemed more interested.

At Dave's signal, she reclined on the settee and the camera began to roll. I couldn't see her but I could see Mark creeping round like an insect on the prowl, moving in close at crotch level then pulling back and standing to look down on Amber's reclining form. Her leg came up along the back of the settee and Mark was back, crouching down at the end of the couch with his lens peering between her spread thighs. I couldn't see Amber but I could hear her. Whether she was naturally vocal or put it on for the camera, I didn't know but I could clearly hear the little gasps and moans she made as she worked herself up. I began to get excited. It was going to happen for real. In a moment I would walk out and Amber would pull out my cock and take it in her mouth. I almost missed Dave's signal.

I swallowed hard then strolled forward, trying to remember what I'd been told about where to look and where to stop. The camera lens swung in my direction and I faltered. This was it. I was being filmed. Oh, shit. Somehow I managed to get my feet moving again and got to the spot I was supposed to notice Amber. I swung my gaze towards the settee and faltered again. It's one thing doing a walk-through; it's something else standing in the wings and listening to a young woman masturbate but it's an experience of quite a different magnitude to be no more than six feet away from a sexy blonde who is sprawled on a settee with one foot on the floor, the other on the back of the settee and has two fingers buried in her snatch. I froze.

"Cut," Dave shouted. "What's the problem, Pete?"

"Sorry, Dave. Stage fright, I'm afraid. It all just sort of hit me at once."

"Don't worry about it," he patted me on the shoulder. "Happens to us all; even Amber." Amber was looking bored. "Let's do it again. Oh, and Pete, I liked that little pause at the beginning. It was as if you knew there was something wrong but couldn't work out what. Do that again."

Praise, indeed. At least I'd done something right. We did the scene again and this time I got it right. I stopped, noticed Amber and walked towards the settee. She noticed me, pretended to be surprised, sat up and reached for my fly. I thought it was okay but Dave wasn't satisfied. He wanted me to actually stop without moving while Mark changed positions before heading to the settee. We tried it twice more before he was satisfied.

Then we had to stop again with Amber's fingers poised over my fly while Mark got into position. I wondered why they didn't just have two cameras and wondered, further, how they did it in a professional studio. At last all was ready and Amber's expert fingers delved into my fly and pulled out my limp cock. I'm not particularly impressive when soft but I grow to quite a respectable size given some encouragement. And encouragement is what Amber gave. She may have been bored but she knew how to give head. Her mouth was like a hot vacuum cleaner, her tongue as flexible as a snake, her lips and delicate as butterflies. At least they were at first. She was used to pros who needed a lot of working up, at least I assumed from the porn films I'd seen that that was the reason the women seemed to attack the men's cocks like demented woodpeckers. Before I knew it, her head was bobbing up and down like a buoy in a Force 9 gale and her hand was wrapped around my shaft like a vice. I wilted. Well, it was sore.

"What's the problem, now?" Dave asked.

"The problem is that I'm not a pro." I said, massaging my sore cock and wincing.

"He's right, Amber. Go easy, will you?"

"Sorry," she muttered not looking a bit repentant.

"Take it again from where Amber unzips him." Dave said.

"You'll have to put it away, first," Amber said.

Good God, she speaks, too.

Morag came bustling up with some sort of picture and pushed and pulled us around until she had us arranged the way she wanted. I assumed it was a still from the movie and we were required to be in exactly the right positions before they started shooting again. At least I'd learned what a continuity girl did.

This time Amber was more gentle and it wasn't long before she had me up and running again. I managed to shut out the studio and the lights and concentrate on her ministrations. It wasn't hard: she was very talented. I wanted to put my hand on her head and tell her she was doing a great job but Dave hadn't said anything about that so I didn't. The blow-job seemed to go on for ages. I remembered Dave saying that it was important so I assumed that was why. While I was hard, all the stopping and starting and the strangeness of the situation meant that I wasn't anywhere near cumming which was a good thing I supposed.

At last Dave called stop. Amber immediately let me go. I took the opportunity to thank her, saying how much I enjoyed it. She just looked at me blankly.

Now it was my turn to reciprocate. Dave arranged us how he wanted and Mark jinked around until he had the angle he wanted. As we waited I tried to make eye contact with Amber but she was away off in la-la land again. I wondered if she was on drugs or something. It didn't seem natural for someone to be this far removed from something so intimate as having sex.

We started again. I'd been told to move in slowly so I kissed up the inside of one of Amber's thighs. She gave a little start as if she hadn't been expecting it then settled back. She had smelt nice during the walk-through and she smelled even better now. She was still wet from her masturbation session and her labia were flushed and swollen. The inner ones in particular were fully engorged and a delightful dark red colour. Her aroma was tart with an underlying muskiness and I was looking forward to eating her. I reached her vulva and started licking.

Dave hadn't told me what to do so I took it that nothing was out-of-bounds. I also felt challenged. So far, she had said nine words to me, one of them being, 'Hi'. I wanted get her attention. I wanted to acknowledge that I was more than a walking cock, so I set about my task with some enthusiasm. Now, I know I'm not the world's greatest cunnilinguist but I also know I didn't do too bad a job. But, however hard I tried, I couldn't seem to connect with her. Oh, she made all the right noises; she wriggled and squirmed and panted and moaned but I knew she was acting. I was really pissed off and was glad when Dave called 'time'.

Marjie appeared with damp cloths, handed me one then tenderly cleaned Amber. I wiped my face and looked for somewhere to put the cloth. Morag took it from me with a sympathetic look. Marjie finished her task and looked at me. Her face clouded.

"You've ruined your make-up," she said crossly.

She hustled me back to the dressing room and, with a face that would have soured lemons, fixed the damage I'd caused. By the time I returned to the studio I was not in the mood for sex. Amber was lying on the couch, ready for the next scene. I was as limp as a dead chrysanthemum and not.

"You'll have to be your own fluffer, I'm afraid," Morag said quietly.

"Fluffer?"

"Big studios employ girls, or boys, to get the male stars ready to perform. They're called fluffers."

"Oh." This wasn't the time to start a conversation about why boys should be involved.

"Just find a quiet corner and think nice thoughts," she continued. "And don't be embarrassed. It happens all the time. One of the hazards of the profession."

"Oh, right. Thanks."

I found a quiet corner and tried to think the sort of nice thoughts that Morag had meant. I would really have liked Amber's versatile mouth again but realised that was probably not an option. Nice thoughts were hard to come by. Most of mine were the opposite. I was fed up with Amber, pissed off with Marjie and, while I quite liked Dave, he was trying to direct a movie and this was costing him money so he wasn't going to go out of his way to molly-coddle me. I was having serious regrets about the whole business and wished I could just call it quits and go home. 'How hard could it be' I'd jokingly asked. Well, I was finding out the hard way, in a manner of speaking. Eventually I managed to clear my mind and think those nice thoughts. Dave looked relieved when I returned.

And that was when Amber said, "Come on, old man, let's get this over with."

Dave put a sympathetic arm around my shoulders and led me off.

"What's the problem, old son," he asked. "You were doing fine until then. You look good on camera. I won't say you're a natural but, for a first attempt, you're doing fine. So what's happened?"

I took a deep breath. "Look, I'm really sorry Dave but it's these two…" I was going to say 'cows' but amended it to, "…women. I can cope with the lights. I can cope with the camera. I don't really mind you guys watching; you're so professional that it doesn't seem to matter. But I really can't cope with their attitude."

"It's just a porno flick," he said and I could tell he thought I was being prima-donna-ish.

"I know and I'm not trying to be difficult. Tell me, is Amber on drugs?"

"Drugs? I don't think so. Why?"

"You realise she hasn't said ten words to me. She hasn't looked at me. She hasn't smiled. She hasn't even acknowledged my existence. I put my best shot into eating her out but she didn't react."

"She sounded like she was enjoying it."

"She a fucking actress, Dave. You know that. Every bit of that was faked. I was there."

He scratched his head in puzzlement.

"I'm not asking the world here, Dave. I'm an amateur. I sort of got conned into this by Roger. If this is what porn is all about, this'll be my one and only time. To be quite honest, I'd have quit after the second scene if I hadn't given my word I would do this." I paused and took a deep breath. "What I'm trying to say is that I'm doing the very best I can..."

"I know and I appreciate it," he interrupted.

"…but when I make love to someone, or even just screw them, there has to be some connection. I can't just get a hard on and stick it into her and saw away until I cum. That's not the way I'm made. There's nothing with Amber. She's sucked my cock, and she's bloody good I can tell you, and I've gone down on her and tried my damndest but she's giving nothing. It's as if she's not even here."

He scratched his head again. "Well, I'll have a talk to her," he said doubtfully. "But she's one of the best, you know."

"I don't doubt it, Dave. She's very attractive and, under normally circumstances, I'd be drooling at the mouth and pawing the ground at the idea of screwing her but… Look, can you get her to even just come and talk to me?"

"I'll see what I can do."

I sat there, shivering, for, out of the lights the studio wasn't that warm. I was aware of voices but ignored them. Someone approached me. I looked up to find Amber in her dressing-gown.

"Dave said to talk to you. Said you were having a hissy fit."

"That's just the attitude I was on about. Come with me."

I grabbed her by the wrist, dragged her to the dressing room and closed the door. It opened immediately and Marjie barged in.

"Get the fuck out and close the door," I shouted. "Now." I added as she hesitated. I took a step towards her.

Looking both scared and angry, she did. I turned to find Amber looking at me with a modicum of interest.

"My, you've got a temper," she said.

"And don't you start. Now, why don't you like me? Is it something personal? Have I done something to offend you or do you just not like men in general?"

"I don't not like you." She seemed puzzled.

"Then why are you pretending I don't exist?"

"I don't get you?"

"Let's go through it, then. I've never met you before. I'm due to have sex with you. We're introduced. What did you do?"

"I said hello."

"You looked briefly up from your magazine, said 'Hi' and ignored me. If I meet someone for the first time I generally smile and talk to them a while. We were going to have sex. That's about as intimate as you can get, yet you weren't even interested." She looked like she was about to say something so I held up my hand. "Let me get this off my chest then you can tell me I'm a chicken-shit wimp and shouldn't be here, okay?

"Then there's Marjie. She treated me like I was something unpleasant that the cat dragged in. Okay, she does the dressing and make-up so I suppose it doesn't really matter. But it doesn't help. Then there's the walk-through. I'm perched above you hoping my arms don't give out and you won't even look at me. The same again during the takes; you look up to see me but you're not seeing me, You look like you're looking at a block of wood, not an person. Then I go down on you and I do my damndest. That was an excellent piece of acting, by the way. Even Dave thought you were for real. Finally, after Marjie's done her something-nasty-on-the-sole-of-her-shoe bit again, you make it clear you'd really rather not be here and all you want to do is go home and curl up with a good book or something. So, I ask you again. Why don't you like me?"

She looked at me for a long time before sighing. "Oh hell, you seem like a nice guy so here goes. I don't not like you. I don't not like anybody. Dave's a good guy and his crew are really professional. Marjie hates men but she looks after me. I fuck for a living. I'm not that good. I'm never going to get a contract with one of the big companies but I make a living. I did regular porn for a while but there's always pressure on you to do more. You know; DP, bigger cocks, fisting, that sort of stuff. I didn't want to go there so I moved to this old-guy-young-girl side. I won't be able to do it for long. They like 'em to look young. What I'll do then…" she shrugged.

"Anyway, it's what I do for a living. In this business guys come and go; especially the older guys. There's a few like Jerry who are sort of semi-pro but most are like you; guys who think how hot it would be to screw a porn star." She gave a self-deprecating laugh. "Not that I'm a star but I'm the closest these guys will come to one. They come in thinking they're really hot studs when most of them are of the wham-bam variety. Dave's good: he manages to coax some sort of performance out of them and they go home to boast to their mates how great it was and how they managed to make this really hot porn actress cum five times. All bullshit. So I suppose I've just learned to deal with it. I don't get involved. I don't get aroused, except enough so's it doesn't hurt. I'm a pretty good actress though I say so myself. I let them do their thing and I get paid." She stopped and looked at me again. There was something vulnerable in her expression that got through to me.

I reached out and took her hand. "Thank you, Amber. I appreciate you telling me this and it really has helped. If I'd known all this at the start I don't think I'd've got so worked up about it." I paused and considered my next words. "Now, you said you thought I'm a nice guy. I think I'm a nice guy, too. I admit, when Roger talked to me, it was exactly as you said; the idea of screwing a girl young enough to be my daughter was too tempting to resist but I'm changing my mind about that. I'm not a boaster. Nobody knows I'm here and I'm certainly not going to go about bragging that I fucked Amber Sunshine or whoever. I'm doing this for… I don't really know why I'm doing it… a sort of personal challenge, I suppose. I'm going to have to ask you to go with that.

"Now I said I was changing my mind about why I was here. It's not what you think. What I'm thinking now is that I would really like to have sex with a beautiful, hot, sexy girl who I find really attractive and who gives one hell of a blow-job. I'm also thinking that that it would be really, really nice if that same sexy girl felt the same about having sex with an over-the-hill, would-be stud."

She giggled and covered her mouth with her hand then stopped and looked at me with comically serious expression for a long time. I wondered if I'd blown it completely.

"You really are a nice guy," she said at last. "And you're not over the hill. Actually I think you're quite cute. The stud bit has still to be proved but, if your cock is as talented as your tongue, it will be. You did get my motor running. I was pushed to keep myself from reacting."

I beamed. "You do an old man's ego a power of good. So, shall we do it? Shall we go and give Dave the movie of his career." I stood and held out my hand.

She jumped to her feet and, to my surprised, pulled me into a toe-curling kiss.

"Hell, yes, let's do it."

We walked out into the studio hand in hand. Everyone looked at us while trying not to be obvious that they were looking at us. Marjie was nowhere to be seen. Dave came hurrying over not quite certain if he was glad to see us or not.

"Dave, I'm sorry for messing your movie," I said. "Would it be possible to start it all from the beginning again?"

"Yeah, sure." He looked from me to Amber and back. "You two are… okay?" We nodded. "Then, yeah, we could start again if that's what you want."

"We do. Oh, and, Dave, do you mind if we speak and is it okay to ad lib a bit?" Amber looked at me questioningly.

"As long as you're not screaming at each other and don't go too far from the script."

"We won't."

"Right. I'd better go and pacify Marjie."

"What's on your mind?" Amber asked.

"I just thought that, if we could say that what we were doing was good or enjoyable it might help. Also, if I felt like you wanted me to do something special I should be able to do it."

"Such as?"

"You'll just have to wait and see," I leered.

Marjie had been hiding in Amber's dressing room. She had been crying. She came rushing over to Amber and started fussing over her.

"Marjie," I said in a low, threatening voice. "You're supposed to be a fucking professional. Don't you think it's time you started behaving like one?"

She looked at me with that scared angry look but ushered Amber back to her dressing room without further ado. I went to get another cup of shite and stood in front of the lights.

"What's the matter," Morag asked.

"I'm freezing."

"Fucking Marjie," she said without heat. "I'll get you a robe."

"Thanks."

As I stood basking in the warmth of the lights I suddenly realised I was stark bollock naked in front of half a dozen complete strangers and, further, that I didn't give a toss. At that moment I knew I could do this. I could make a porn movie and, if Amber was even half co-operative, it'd be a good one.

I smiled my thanks when Morag handed me a robe. I noticed that she didn't check me out. Either she's done it when I hadn't noticed or wasn't interested. Marjie and Amber emerged from the dressing room. Marjie gestured for me to follow her to mine. I winked at Amber who rewarded me with a smile. It was going to be okay.

I shed the robe and, with my arms outstretched, slowly pivoted in a full circle.

"What's the damage?" I asked.

"The body's okay. It's just your face."

Without being asked, I sat in front of the mirror. She did her thing with the face paints again. She didn't speak but she was professional.

"Thanks, Marjie," I said when she'd finished and smiled at her. "You wouldn't happen to know where my outfit is, would you?"

"I'll get it," she said and scurried out.

She came back with the clothes and a worried expression. "The shirt's creased," she said. "And I don't have another in your size."

"Is that important?"

"Yes. The lights show up wrinkles."

"Where's it creased?"

She showed me a large crease on the back. I thought for a moment. "I think it might be okay. I've been trying to remember Mark's camera angles and I don't think he looks at my back. At least not while I've got the shirt on. Should I check?"

"No." She shook her head worriedly. "It'll just have to do."

I slipped the shirt on and pulled it as tight as I could.

"How does it look?"

"The crease is still there and you look daft with it pulled tight like that. Fasten it properly."

I did so then finished dressing. She fussed around me for a minute making sure everything was just so. Acting, in fact, like a professional dresser.

"Thanks, Marjie," I said again when she'd finished. "Now I feel I can go and take on the world."

She didn't quite smile but she nearly did.

Everyone was waiting as I emerged. I gave Dave a thumbs-up and went to stand on my mark.

"Let's go," he called and signalled to Amber.

I still couldn't see her but this time I could picture her in my mind; her legs spread wide, her fingers flashing at her twat, her eyes closed in pleasure. I realised I was becoming hard and hurriedly tried to think of something else. I wasn't supposed to come in sporting a bulge in my trousers.

Dave waved at me and I started off. This time I put a puzzled look on my face at my first and walked forward as if I was creeping up on something. I stopped and turned to look at Amber.

"Amber," I exclaimed.

She automatically turned to look at me.

"Pete," she cried in alarm.

I strode forward to the bed and raked my eyes over her body making my appreciation very clear. She noticeably preened under my lustful gaze. I returned to her face. Without taking her eyes from mine, she brought her hand up to her face. Her fingers glistened with her juices. Slowly, sensuously, she licked them clean. I couldn't help it. It was such an erotic sight that I was instantly hard. I hoped Mark was getting all this then realised I didn't care. She swung her legs round and sat up.

"C'mere," she growled.

Oh brother. There was real lust in that voice. I swallowed and walked hesitantly towards the settee. She reached out and grabbed the crease in my trousers as if impatient to get at me. As her hand reached for my fly, Dave called out. "Stop. Don't move. That's fucking brilliant." There were scuffling noises and Mark got into position and I winked at Amber and licked my lips. She was doing her best not to giggle. Then Dave said, "Go", and her hands were fumbling at my fly.

I use the word 'fumbling' deliberately because her hands were definitely trembling as she tried to pull down the zip. It may not have been professional but it certainly looked authentic. Her hand dipped into my fly to pull out my hard cock. She looked at it, then up at my face.

"Nice," she breathed and ran her tongue round her lips.

I know it was staged and she was acting but it didn't feel like it. My cock twitched. Without further ado, her mouth swooped down and she began to perform her magic. She may have been acting but I wasn't; my groans and moans and gasps were as real as you could get as her mobile mouth worked its magic. I knew I wasn't supposed to cum and I honestly tried but it came upon me too suddenly. I grabbed her head and cried, "Oh, shit," and emptied my balls into her mouth. I knew she was taken by surprise. I could feel the little cry she made as my cock swelled and dumped the first spurt of cum in her mouth but she was a true professional and didn't miss a beat. When I, at last, relaxed with heaving chest and trembling legs, she turned to where she knew Mark was and beckoned him closer. She opened her mouth to reveal a mouthful of cum. Then she turned to look up at me before turning back to the camera and swallowing the lot with obvious relish and licking her lips with a smile like the Cheshire Cat's. In the background I could swear I heard someone groan and Dave's voice saying, "Keep it rolling."

Amber must have heard, too, for she turned back to me, lifted my sticky, shrinking cock and began to clean it more thoroughly than a mother cat licks her kittens. I'm fifty-two years old and I had just cum harder than I could ever remember but, within ten minutes, she had me hard again.

I pulled her away and looked into her eyes. "That… was incredible," I said in a shaky voice.

She smiled coquettishly. "You're turn now," she purred.

At that point Dave called, "Cut."

Without waiting for his instructions Amber and I moved to the next position. I kept my head up until I saw Mark was ready then ducked it between her spread knees awaiting Dave's call.

When it came I didn't immediately head for her cunt. She had seemed to like me kissing her leg last time so this time I slowly licked my way up the inside of one thigh until I was almost at her cunt then went back and slowly licked my way up the inside of her other thigh. She was mewling with impatience and her fingers were in my hair trying to urge me higher. Although she was already perched on the very edge of the settee, she kept trying to inch forwards, as if desperate to get my mouth onto her cunt.

I took a deep breath, almost passing out with the intoxicating aroma she was emitting, then ran my tongue from the bottom of her slit to the top. She squealed and jammed her legs wide apart. As she seemed to like it, I did it again.

"Oh, Pete," she wailed. "Stop teasing."

I did. I tried everything I knew plus some things I'd only read about. This time she let herself go and I knew that most of her reactions were genuine. Her hands clutched my head and her pelvis vibrated. She was enough of a professional to keep her legs from waving about though I'm sure she wanted to. The only problem was that Dave kept interrupting and making me stop while Mark zoomed in on my tongue licking her labia or her dripping twat.

She lasted well, well enough for Mark to get some good footage, but, finally, my hard work paid off. Her hands clutched my head and her abdomen began to convulse.

"Oh, Pete, I'm cumming. I'm cumming," she cried, holding my head tightly and trying to push it into her cunt.

She collapsed back on the settee with a whoosh. Someone tapped my shoulder and I automatically looked up to find myself facing the camera. I knew I looked a sight with Amber's fluids, dare I say the Amber nectar, plastered all over my face. I also knew that I felt very, very pleased with myself so I grinned. Dave told me after that I looked like I'd won the Lotto rollover. The camera left me and panned up Amber's flushed, sweat-covered body to her face on which was the same smug grin as mine.

"Cut," Dave called.

I hauled myself onto the settee, wincing as my knees complained about being abused, and snuggled in beside Amber.

"Thank you Amber," I said in a voice that trembled with emotion. "You are the most beautiful, sexiest girl I've ever met. I'll treasure this day forever."

I knew she didn't mind her own taste so I tilted her face towards me and kissed her deeply and passionately.

"Shit," I vaguely heard Dave say in the background. "Why did you turn that bloody camera off, Mark?"

Amber was smiling when we parted. "It's been special for me, too. And the best is yet to come."

There was one more thing I knew that would make my day complete. "I know it's not going to happen 'cos Dave explained about condoms and the money shot, but I'd really like to cum inside you."

"You would? But you don't know me," she breathed.

"I trust you and I know I'm clean."

"Wow. I think, no, I know I'd like that. I don't normally do it but for you I will." She looked up. "Dave, you want a cream pie?"

"You what?" He came rushing over as if he couldn't believe his ears.

"You heard," Amber giggled. "I asked if you wanted a cream pie."

"You'd do that?"

She nodded and hugged me tighter. "Yes."

"Well, if you're sure?" I could tell by his expression that he really wanted it.

"Sorry to be ignorant," I said, "but what's a cream pie?"

"You cum inside me then immediately pull out. Mark sticks his camera right up my cunt and I squeeze your cum out."

"Oh," was all I could manage.

"You sure you're all right with this, Amber?" Dave asked.

"I'm fine with it. The question is, are you all right with it?"

"Of course I'm fucking all right with it," he carolled.

"Then we'll do it."

"Wow. Okay, places everyone. We're going for a cream pie."

There were a few cheers.

"What's so…" I began but Amber put a finger on my lips.

"Sh. Too many questions. You don't have to pull out quite immediately," she added coquettishly.

"I'm in your hands," I said.

"And in my cunt," she giggled. "Oh, shit. I really want to feel you cum inside me. Just take your time and make it last. I want you to fuck me for ages and ages."

If my cock hadn't already been hard, it would have sprung to immediate attention. As it was it just seemed to get stiffer and stiffer.

"Much more talk like that and I'll have cum before I even get to fucking you," I groaned.

"All right, lovebirds. Whenever you're ready," Dave said and Amber giggled.

I stripped off my clothes, appreciating how easily the loose trousers and Velcroed shirt came off. Marjie came over with damp cloths and her make-up kit. This time she was properly professional and wiped us both before re-doing our make-up. We took our positions.

"Do you want me to start inside or outside?" I asked.

"Outside," Dave said. "And make it slow. And no hands."

I lined myself up with Amber's cunt and, on Dave's call, began to slowly ease my way in. I won't pretend it was the tightest I'd been in, she was a porn actress after all, but it was certainly the sweetest feeling.

It was Mark that called 'cut' this time. "It's no good, Dave, I can't get a good shot like this."

"Don't move, you two," Dave said to us then shouted for Morag.

"Don't sweat it. I'm on to it," she said and pointed a Polaroid at us.

"Okay, people, we'll have Amber on the edge of the settee and Pete penetrates her there. Will that be okay, Mark?" Mark gave a thumbs-up. "Then we'll go back to the original position."

I reluctantly withdrew from Amber and we struggled upright.

"What positions do you want, Dave?" Amber asked.

"Hell, I don't know. I'm just going to wing it."

"Dave, remember Pete's an amateur. If you piss around with the lighting and such he's likely to lose it."

"You could always be my fluffer," I murmured in her ear.

"Bastard," she said but grinned. "You just like me sucking you."

"Guilty as charged."

"I'll fluff for you any time," she murmured and nipped my lower lip with her teeth.

Dave and Mark were consulting frantically so Amber and I took the opportunity for a bit more kissing and cuddling. The lighting and sound guys had joined Dave and Mark. The conversation went on for ages.

"Marjie, could you get me some water?" Amber asked.

She came back with two and offered me one. I was sure she liked men no more now than she had earlier but I appreciated her attempts to act like a professional.

"Thanks, Marjie, you're a doll," I said.

She looked like she was about to say something but changed her mind. Amber and I swigged our water and waited for the technical conference to finish.

Dave came over looking very serious, squatted down in front of us and looked from one to the other. "I don't know what's happened with you guys but we've got some shit-hot footage. It looks like you're on a roll and I don't want to break that. I'm afraid that, if I do, you'll lose that spark that you've got going." He paused and shook his head slowly from side to side. "You two are going to be the death of me. I've already had to discard half the rule book and now I'm going to chuck the rest. You know how it goes, Amber, you do one pose, we stop, reset the lights then do the next. If we do that, it's not gonna work so I'm going to try and set the lights for everything now and John and Alec will switch between them. We've never done it like this before so who knows what'll happen.

"So we'll to a walk-through then go for it in one take. I'll call 'change' and we'll stop rolling while you get into the next position. At 'roll' you start again. You okay so far, Pete?" I nodded. "From time to time, Pete, you'll feel a touch on your shoulder or somewhere. When you do I want you to slow down and try to ease back a bit so mark can get the camera in to get a close-up of your cock."

I couldn't help it. I looked down at my cock which had gone soft and said, "Hear that, little man? You're going to be a movie star."

Amber and Morag, who was hovering nearby, creased themselves. Dave shook his head. "That's all I need, a fucking comedian. Pay attention."

"Sorry, Dave. We're listening. You want me to slow down and pull back when someone pats my arse. Which way?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean when I pull back do you want me to move to the right or the left?"

"You sure you've not done this before?" He looked up at Mark who shrugged. "Okay, I'll tap you on the side I want you to go. If Mark is on your left, I'll tap the right and vice versa. Okay?" I nodded. "Right. We'll keep it simple. You start off on the settee as we planned then you sit and you, Amber, sit on Pete's lap facing away. You know the position, Amber. Pete, I want you to sit back and Amber will lie against your chest."

"Looks good for the camera," Amber added, "but does nothing for either of us."

Dave nodded. "Then we'll switch round so you're facing Pete. Pete, keep your knees apart so Mark can get a good angle. We'll end up with you kneeling up on the settee, Amber, with Pete doing you from behind."

"Oh, good," Amber smiled. "I was going to ask for something like that. I'll be able to feel Pete real deep and I'll guarantee he'll come hard."

Dave grinned. "Somehow I don't doubt that. Just remember, Pete, when you've cum pull out and move off to the side. You ready for a walk-through?"

The walk-through was bizarre. I lay on top of Amber on the settee while the lighting guys fussed around. Lights went on and off and moved up and down like some weird light show.

This time it was different. There was a real connection between us. Her arms were around me neck. I could feel her hard nipples squashed against my chest. She nibbled my ear and blew into it then whispered, "This is nice. I like having you on top of me. It'll be even better when I feel your hard cock inside me. Are you looking forward to fucking me, Pete? I've been told I'm a very good fuck. I really want to feel you inside me. I want to feel your big, hard cock right inside me. I want to feel your balls slapping against me as you fuck me hard. I like being fucked hard. Will you fuck me hard, Pete? Will you fuck me and make me cum?" I was as stiff as a telephone pole by the time Dave called for a change of position.

Sitting on the settee, at least I could see a little of what was going on over Amber's shoulder. She spent the time masturbating me gently and wriggling her bottom against my belly, activities she continued when we changed position again only this time she was looking into my eyes and rubbing her breasts over my chest as well. I knew she was doing these things to keep me from getting distracted by all the activity in the studio and going soft and I appreciated it.

"Thank you, Amber. I appreciate this. You're going to get the fucking of your life."

She gave me a wicked grin. "It's making me all hot and bothered, too. Better prepare for fireworks, mister."

For the final walk-through, I had to stand with my hands on her hips and my cock tucked up underneath her belly. She wriggled her bottom against me, keeping me on a knife edge.

At last the crew were satisfied. I looked round with interest. The lighting guys had pinned bits of paper to the stands and Morag, looking harassed, was checking these against her clip-board. There was a definite buzz of excitement in the studio now.

"Okay, folks, let's do the penetration shot then go for it. And may the goddess of porn bring us luck."

Amber and I took our positions and we were rolling. I knew what it felt like to enter Amber but it felt just as good the second time as the first. For safety, Dave made me do it twice and I'm certain Amber whimpered as I pulled out. We had to do a third take as Marjie forgot to wipe my cock clean after the first one. She was more than professional, she was gentle.

When I eventually lay down on top of Amber, she sighed. "You ready for the ride of your life?" she grinned.

"Prepare to be well and truly screwed," I grinned back.

I started slowly, pulling out as far as I could then powering back in. I knew she's said she wanted to be fucked hard but I reckoned there was plenty of time for that later. But Amber was impatient. She drummed her heels on my bum and whispered, "What are you doing, you bastard. Get a move on."

I smiled and slowly began to speed up, still trying to keep my strokes long and deep and she began to respond. Her arms tightened around my neck and her breath huffed hotly in my ear. By the time Dave called for the change we were moving in a syncopated rhythm, completely in tune with each other.

The second position was, as Amber had said, good for the camera but not for the participants. It started off okay. I perched on the edge of the settee; Amber straddled my spread legs and lowered herself onto my cock. That was nice. She seemed a bit tighter like this and having her bottom pressed against my abdomen was delightful. She began to lift herself on and off my cock. The visuals were as thrilling as the sensations for she clenched her bottom to grip me tighter as she rose then relaxed on the way down. At first I was so entranced I let her do all the work but, as my excitement rose, I began to thrust up from the seat to meet her as she descended. We met with an audible 'oof'. I reached up and squeezed her breasts.

Oh, yes," she cried. "Squeeze my tits. Squeeze them hard."

I didn't know if this was for real or for the camera but I obliged anyway. Her breasts were nice and firm and a pleasure to handle.

I became aware of motion in my peripheral vision and saw Dave frantically signalling me to lean back. As I did, Amber came with me. I was reclining back on the settee with no back support and Amber's weight on my chest. My cock was bent backwards and she could get no leverage to move. She'd done this before, though, and knew what to do. By arching her back so her shoulders pressed heavily against the top of my chest, she was able to raise her hips enough for me to start moving. Dave was making circling motions with his hand which I assumed meant 'speed up'. With my feet planted firmly on the floor. I began to thrust upwards. With my cock bent backwards and Amber's vagina slanting up, it was almost impossible to get any penetration so I ended up just sort of bouncing her up and down. It was painful for me and I don't think it was any less so for her. She was a trouper, though and continued to gasp and pant and mutter 'fuck me', as if she was in the throes of ecstasy. I did my best not to wince but was sure my discomfort was plain for all to see. Dave assured me later that nobody gave a toss how the man looked and, besides, my pained expression could easily be taken for one of pleasure. Fortunately it didn't last too long.

"You okay?" Amber whispered as she turned and prepared to impale herself on me for the second time.

"I'll live. You?" I whispered back.

She nodded. "You're still hard."

"How could I be anything else with you?"

"You say the nicest things," she smiled as she caressed my cock with gentle fingers.

With one hand on my shoulder and one hand round my cock, she lowered herself slowly down. I knew Mark was on the floor with his camera pointing up at our union and I saw Dave miming applause as he watched on the monitor.

For some reason she seemed even tighter then before. My eyes widened in surprise and I raised an enquiring eyebrow. Her response was a smile of pure lust. At the bottom she stopped for a moment and worked her pelvis back and forward. I wasn't going to complain because it made her internal muscles do interesting things to my cock but I did wonder why she was doing it until I realised she was rubbing her clit against my pubic hairs.

"Play to the camera," she mouthed.

I closed my eyes, tilted my head back and groaned theatrically. "That's so good. I can really feel you gripping me tight."

When I opened my eyes again I caught sight of Dave frantically gesturing at Mark and me. It took me a while that he wanted me to do it again while Mark filmed it in close-up. Amber must have wondered what was going on. From the corner of my eye I saw Mark rise like a submarine periscope. I gave him a couple of seconds to get ready then did my act again.

"Ham," she mouthed, stifling a grin.

She began to move up and down as well as back and forth. The sensation was incredible and I gasped. As she had both arms draped loosely over my shoulders, I worked my hands between our bodies and palmed her tits.

"I love your tits," I said. "They're perfect to hold."

She leant backwards so Mark, who hadn't yet resumed his position on the floor, could get a shot of them with my hands clasped firmly about them.

"Oh, yes, squeeze them," she said. "You know I like that."

She began to bounce up and down more forcefully with less back and forth movement. Mark hurriedly scrambled back to his position on the floor. I pushed the heels of my hands against her ribcage and started to half lift her by pushing up on her breasts. It wasn't supposed to actually lift her but to work her tits harder as she seemed to like them played with quite firmly. By now she was bouncing up and down quite energetically and was hanging onto my neck. I had to pull me hands away or she'd have broken my wrists. I didn't know what to do with them now so I cupped her buttocks, as much to try to control her increasingly wild movements as anything else. By chance, the tips of me fingers slipped into the valley between her cheeks and touched her rosebud.

"Yes," she panted, bouncing up and down even more frantically. "Stick your… finger… up my… arse."

Stick a finger up her arse? The thought sent a shiver of excitement go rippling through my body. I dipped my right index finger down to where our lubrication was leaking from her twat and wetted it then placed it against her rosebud and began to work it in.

"Don't… piss about… jam it in… make me… cum."

I did. As she hit the bottom next time round, I stiffened my finger and forced it into her sphincter.

"Aieee," she wailed rising up and dropping back down hard which drove my finger into her arse up to the second knuckle.

"Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit," she chanted, wiggling her hips like crazy as her abdomen convulsed and a wet heat engulfed my cock. The only thing that prevented me joining her was that my finger was bent at an awkward and painful angle.

Her breath whooshed in a great sigh and I took the opportunity to rescue my finger. She leant back slightly and looked at me with a strange smile that at once seemed wry yet smugly satisfied. I had never noticed it before but she had what they call a 'well fucked look". Her face was slick with sweat and stray strands of hair were plastered across it. In that moment she looked totally and supremely beautiful.

"Jesus, lover," she sighed. "Can I take you home with me?"

What I'd done suddenly hit me like a ten ton truck. I, past-it Pete, had fucked a porn star; a girl less than half my age who, in her short life, had fucked more men than I had had birthdays, and not only made her cum twice but had possibly given her the best cum in her life. A feeling of pride and lust and love swelled up inside me and threatened to overwhelm me. I could feel my balls begin to tighten.

There was a sudden screeching noise as someone dragged something heavy across the studio floor and reality came flooding back with a bang.

I kissed her gently on the nose. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I murmured. "I wanted to make it special for you."

"You did that with a vengeance." She seemed to give a little shake and a sigh of regret. "Unfortunately we've got a movie to finish," she grinned. "We owe the man a cream pie."

"He'll get one with a cherry on it," I promised.

"I'm afraid I've got none of these left to give you," she giggled.

"I don't mind. I like you as you are."

"You're sweet."

She slid gingerly from my lap and stretched her cramped muscles, seeming not to care that her skin was covered in sweat, her hair was all over the place, her make-up smudged, her pubic hair was matted and fluids were tricking down her thigh.

Marjie came rushing over with cloths to clean us and her make-up kit. Dave stopped her. "Leave it, Marjie. This is real, authentic sex. They look awesome." He looked at us. "You kids ready for the final scene?"

I knew I wasn't looking too buff myself as I stood up. My erection was still there, my cock and balls coated with fluids, my skin as sweaty as Ambers and my hair probably as mussed.

I glanced at Amber, who nodded. "Yes. Let's get on with it before we cool down."

Amber knelt up on the settee with her knees spread wide and rested her arms on the back. She dipped her back, displaying her sopping, angry red vulva for my gaze, and swivelled her head to smile at me.

"Don't hold back, lover. Give me all you've got," she husked.

"Mark, get a shot of that cunt," Dave called. "Pete, let Mark get the penetration then go for it."

"How long do you want?"

"How long can you last?" he grinned.

"Not long," I grinned back. "The lady wants to be fucked."

"Just do what you can, old son."

Mark pulled his camera back from Amber's abused cunt and I took my position with my hands resting lightly on her hips. She shuffled her knees until I was properly lined up.

"Go for it," Dave called.

I pushed my pelvis out, sliding my cock slowly into Amber's hot, wet cunt and leaned forward until I was buried up to the hilt. I felt Mark tap me lightly to indicate he was ready. I gripped Amber's hips firmly, drew back then thrust hard into her. My hipbones banged against her bottom making her jerk. My balls swung forward against her clit. I pulled back and did it again and again, gradually building up speed. Amber braced herself against the back of the settee to meet my thrusts, her head drooping between her outstretched arms. I dug my fingers into her flesh and pulled her back onto me as I rammed forward. The smack as my hips met her bottom sounded loud in the quiet studio. All the stress and excitement and tension and wonder of the day caught up with me and I entered a zone where there was only me and my woman. My woman who willingly offered herself for my pleasure. Who wanted me to use her and fill her with my potent seed. I was king. I was the boss. I was number one. I pounded her unmercifully, aware only of the mounting tension in my balls and the need to empty them inside the cunt of my woman. I felt my balls contract. I felt the cum begin to bubble up. Then the dam burst. I pulled her harshly onto me and jabbed frantically until I felt my cock swell and my cum erupt from the tip with the force of a fire hose. It wasn't like that really but that's what it felt like at the time. I was aware I was shouting something but didn't know what.

The last convulsions finished and I sagged back, barely able to stand on my trembling legs. Someone bashed me on the shoulder and I turned to see Dave frantically signalling me to step back. I remembered the cream pie and slowly and reluctantly pulled my cock out. Amber gave a small wail of disappointment. I stepped aside as Mark, on his knees, brought the camera up to her open cunt. Marjie slipped a robe over my shoulders and I flashed her a smile of thanks. Amber's gash closed and I could see her muscles working. Slowly, a drop of cum emerged, hung for a moment then dripped onto the floor. She squeezed again and more dribbled out… and more… and more. Shit, was that all mine? And that was the second time I'd cum that day.

The trickle stopped. There was no more. Mark shuffled backwards with his camera still pointing at Amber's cunt.

"That's it, folks." Dave's voice seemed unnecessarily loud.

The whole crew, including Marjie, clapped and cheered. Amber levered herself upright and I rushed to help her stand.

"D'you think we should take a bow?" I murmured.

She gave a lopsided grin. "Why the hell not. We deserve it."

We turned and faced the front and, hand in hand, bowed to the cheering crew. Marjie placed a robe tenderly around Amber's shoulders. Dave stepped forward and held up a solemn hand.

"Today we've witnessed something special," he said. "We haven't just made a porn flick; we've made a fucking classic." The crew cheered. "I've been in this business for a long time and I can honestly say that I can't remember when I've seen a hotter couple than Amber and Pete. I don't know what you guys did to resolve your little problem but, by God, I'm glad you did. I wish I could bottle up some of that magic for the next time. Thank you Amber. Thank you Pete. It's been a privilege and an honour working with you. Just one more thing. I don't know about the rest of you but I'm going straight out of here to get laid."

"Too fucking late," said a voice from the rear.

The rest of the crew jeered ironically.

Dave pulled me into a bear hug and banged me on the shoulders. "Thanks, man. I think you just resurrected my career. Don't run away, I want to talk to you."

"I've had a blast," I said. "And you were right, Amber's one of the best."

"Too right."

He hugged and kissed Amber as, one by one, the crew came up to shake my hand. In turn I thanked them. I had no real idea of what they actually did but knew that, however good I might have been, without them there would be no movie. The guy, the other Dave I think it was, for whom it was too late, looked very sheepish and had a large stain on the front of his trousers. Morag gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. She looked as if she wanted to say something but didn't. Even Marjie came up and tentatively held out her hand.

"I'm sorry I was such a cow," she said.

"You pulled it through when you had to and that's what counts. Thanks, Marjie."

"I'm afraid there's no shower," she said.

"At least the water's hot." I grinned. "I might need some help to get properly clean…" She blushed and looked at the floor. "I think Amber might need some assistance." She went even redder so I patted her on the shoulder and gave her a gentle push in Amber's direction.

Amber was getting much more attention than I but, what the hell, she was the star and the professional. I was just the fill-in stud. But what a stud! With a smug smile, I went off to splash some water over my tired body and try to prepare myself for the massive let-down I knew I would feel when I returned to the real world. I'd done it. I'd taken off my clothes in front of strangers; fucked a porn star, well starlet anyway; been filmed having sex; cum twice, and made my co-star cum twice, too. Even better, I'd made a friend in Dave and, possibly, Amber. All in all, not a bad day's work. I might even get paid for it too.

The End