Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2012 19:04:06 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: A Star is Porn. Part Twelve.

This story is for persons of eighteen years or over.  All comments, good or
bad, are welcome and all will be answered.

Part Twelve.

   Bathed, powdered and dressed, I went down to dinner. As there was just
the four of us, Marcel, Epsom, Beverley and myself, I had time to reflect
on the past couple of hours and what I had learnt.

   Marcel would swing both ways. Willi and Lili are known. He didn't want
me having sex with other men in line with my work, but he was prepared to
continue to have sex with Lili. Maybe still with Willi if the fancy took
him. On confronting Marcel and Lili together, I had taken the easy option
by joining in and not standing on my high horse and making a scene. He who
is without sin etc...

   Beverley, who suddenly spluttered out her wine as she became convulsed
with laughter, broke my reflective mood.

   I haven't pointed this out before, because it didn't have any
significance to my tale, but she is of mixed parentage. Her father was a
Jamaican, her mother English and she was born in London. She is a very good
mimic of all Caribbean and African dialects when the mood took her.

   `Ah has just fallen in! You has covered a lot of beds in your time. You
is now the Countess d'Eider! Put your maiden name with your married one,
an' you's now known as the Countess of d'Eider-Downs! Get it? Eiderdown!
Covers the bed?' Off she went again into another paroxysm of laughter that
was infectious, and soon we were all in hysterics.

   It was true, I had covered many beds, so I should not really take Marcel
to task, but today had given me the licence to carry on with my films if I
wished.

   It was a few days later that I flew back to England following a telegram
from Karl. He urged me to return as my presence was needed as things were
starting to get out of hand. He was right! I didn't realise that I was so
vital to the company.

   The morale was low, motivation almost non-existent. Karl had done his
best to hold them together, but it was the lack of good scripts he
complained. To snap them out of their lethargy, I quickly set to work and
wrote a sex education film, and when we got that rolling, I wrote another
two to follow. These gave everybody a part to play so that there were no
idle pricks hanging around. These were not our usual type of film. More
soft porn than hard core. No erections or sucking of them to be actually
seen. The implications were there by using the back or the head to conceal
the act. I left the actual act of copulation between the couples involved
to do as they saw fit, as long as it wasn't apparent on film.

   As all our girls were sex mad, the men also, copulation did take place,
I being one of them. Karl did his work well and they turned out good and
tasteful. These films were later copied in format by foreign countries
exposing some long lost sexual therapies and actually for sex education.

   It was hard work coercing, cajoling and downright bullying to get them
back to the standard we were at before I got married. Karl tried to get
back into my pants, but I made it quite clear that I only fucked for the
film. Off camera was for my husband only, and that he was there for
filming, end of story.

   To give him his due, he acknowledged the fact and his work didn't suffer
from the lack of my sexual favours. There were others only too ready to
console him.

   We made ten films over the next eighteen months, with me constantly
commuting between England and France. Some of them showed excellent returns
due to our American connection, but overall, I wouldn't have called any of
them blockbusters.

   I managed to pack Marcel off for a month's skiing, taking Willi with him
so that I could bring the crew out to France for us to film a spoof about
the sons of the Musketeers, only the off-spring of D'Artagnan is a girl, I
think Maureen O'Hara played a part like this, but I might be wrong. She
certainly didn't play it as I did.

   Using the chateau as the background, the wine cellars and other parts
for the interior scenes. As the daughter, I had my lusty way with the sons
of Athos, Porthos and Aramis. Following the basic premise, I challenge each
of them to a duel, but these duels take place in the bedroom.

   My gowns are cut low, showing as much tit as I could without them
actually falling out. Athos rips the front down, exposing them to view, but
a knee to the groin subdues him. He stumbles out as Porthos enters. He
evades the knee and manages to wrestle me to the floor. More clothes come
off as we fight. He manages to get his trousers off revealing a large
erection, but before he can get to use it, I give it a back handed swipe to
deflate him. Aramis arrives to take up the challenge and gets his head
stuck down between my thighs before I am able to dispatch him.

   Magnanimous in victory and almost naked, I call them back in and make
them undress as I got rid of what I had left on. Then I took on all three
at once. I mounted Athos, his prick being the biggest, thick and solid as I
slid down onto it. Then bending over him, I let Porthos enter my back
passage. I orgasmed at that point before we'd even started fucking. The two
pricks rubbing up close together being the cause of my coming. Aramis then
kneeled up for me to take his tool into my mouth.

   Heaven!

   Porthos withdrawing to shoot his come all over my spine. Me lifting up
for Athos to squirt his up my stomach and lower part of my tits, while
Aramis came all over my face and upper tits. Covered in semen, I rolled
about the bed sucking each cock and having them take turns to lick at my
vagina as we cavorted about.

   It took us two exhausting days to shoot that bedroom scene. There were
sword fights on the greensward of the chateau grounds before my capture by
the Duc du Richelieu. Carried off, blouse torn and tits a bouncing for rape
and torture. Spread-eagled, I'm tied hand and foot to a table to watch as
the Duke strips off and stands naked, gloating as he rips the clothes off
me. His huge erection is swaying back and forth as he rants and raves
before climbing on top of me. Explicit shots of the penile penetration, the
face close ups of his pleasure and my horror, then his kneeling up to spray
the length of my body with his come.

   That's when the musketeers break in and the Duke calls for his
guards. (Two of them.) Fierce swordplay between them. The Duke, though
naked, puts up a good show but is finally defeated. I'm still tied up
covered in glistening sperm while this goes on. Lots of flashing swords
clashing across my naked body as they fight. But at the end, the musketeers
are victorious. It's trite and obvious, but that's what it's all
about. They stand round me as I lie there naked, bound hand and foot. They
then toss coins onto my body to see who gets to go first. Then they gang
bang me. Now I'm not really into bondage, but I did get a vicarious thrill
at being tied up as these men took me in turn. With their big todgers, they
used them to tickle, tease and nuzzle my sex before inserting them in and
fucking me. I orgasmed with each one.

   Karl used two cameras for this scene. One for the penetrations, the
other for my facial expressions. When edited and spliced together it was
very erotic. It was a splendid film and we made a lot of money from it.

   With the film completed, the cast and crew went back to England while I
stayed behind with Epsom and Beverley to wait for Marcel and Willi to
return.

   There was still another week before he was due back, and I wrote two
whole screenplays in that time. These I posted off to England so as to keep
the crew working for the next two months. Lili kept me company at night in
my bed, and I suspected that Willi was in Marcel's. Beverley, I think, kept
the cook warm too.

   Epsom and I went out riding and she was turning into a very accomplished
horsewoman. Also, she was growing up. She was now approaching her
fourteenth birthday and I only realised as at how much she had grown was
when we arrived back at the stables one morning. We'd reined in and a groom
took hold of my bridle when I slipped off my mare and then noticed at the
attention Epsom received by a groom as he helped her off her pony. His
hands were a mite too long on her body as he helped her. Her face was
flushed, so I knew that she knew of his intentions. I now saw that she was
really filling out her blouse and also that she wasn't wearing a bra. The
tight fit of her blouse clearly showed her erect nipples as she thanked the
groom before giving him the bridle.

   Now was the time for the mother in me to have a talk with my growing up
daughter. The grooms had noticed it before I had. I didn't say anything
until we were back in the chateau and up in her apartments. She had her own
suite of rooms to do as she pleased and even her own maid to take care of
her. I followed her into the rooms and we talked as she shed her clothes as
she went for a shower. I waited till she had finished and came out wrapped
in a large towel. I had dismissed her maid for a while, and I took Epsom's
hand and led her over to one of the large mirrors of her wardrobe and asked
her to drop her towel.

   `Mummy!' she exclaimed, her hands clutching at the top of the towel.

   `Believe me when I say that I know what I want you to see and believe
what I am about to tell you.' I moved her hands out of the way and let the
towel drop to the floor. She is shorter than I am, but only by a couple of
inches, her features were much the same as was her body. It was flawless in
all respects. Her bust was nearly as big as mine and her waist was to be
envied, thinner than mine and her whole body was slimmer. Legs that didn't
seem to end until they met the bush between her thighs.

   `That's a perfect picture of a young woman approaching the prime of her
life,' I said, my arm going round her shoulder as we looked at our
reflections in the mirror, Epsom nervously fidgeting as we stood there.

   `Don't be frightened darling. What you are looking at is what most men
would give their right arm for. I saw what the grooms envisaged as I
watched them help you down from your horse.'

   `But that's what they are there for,' she protested.

   `Not to have a cheap thrill as they put their hands on you as that one
did today. Look! Look at what you've got. A body that most men would die to
possess. I'm not ashamed of my body, but if I weren't your mother, I would
be jealous. You are like I was when I was your age. Men tried to take
possession of it. To own me. It! My body...I don't want you to have to go
through the same experience that I did. You are too perfect for words, and
I want to protect you from any silly peccadilloes that might come your
way. Save this body for the man that would become your husband. Don't let
any adventurer take advantage of you. Now get dressed, and then we'll talk
about what is laughingly known as the birds and the bees.'

   `Oh don't be silly mummy,' she said as she put on the robe that I handed
her. `I know what you mean about the birds and the bees. I've seen one of
your films.'

   `What! How? When? I...'

   `At school. One of the girls got hold of some porno films and I
recognised you.' My hand went up to my mouth, aghast.

   `You didn't...?'

   `No. I didn't tell them that one of the women was my mother. I'm not
that stupid. We always talk about boys, and what the difference was between
us, and what they do with a woman. I think I know more than what you think
I know about the `birds and bees'.'

   `Darling. I didn't...I don't...'

   `Mother,' she paused and looked at me for a moment. `Do you know that's
the first time I've called you mother. It's always been mummy. I know what
you do, and I must admit, I was ashamed when I saw the film for the first
time. You having men putting their...their thing in your mouth and then
stick...You know what I mean. I wanted to run away and hide. I felt that
everybody knew that you were my mother.'

   She was clinging to me now, tears running down her face, her breasts
heaving with emotion.

   `But I didn't,' she continued after wiping her nose on her sleeve. `I
knew that you were doing it for me. It's what you told me a couple of years
ago. To give me the chance of a good education that we couldn't have
afforded. So I went along with the crowd, watched and learned. Though I
must admit,' she gave a little laugh, `at sometimes I was very proud of
you. Especially the final scene of "Mrs. Jekyll and Miss Hyde". That
brought the house down the first time we watched it and it really boosted
me up.'

   I hugged her, and told her that I would have told her in time, but she
was right, it had paid for her education, and it was because of these films
that she now had a Count for a father.

   `But we have money now don't we?' she asked.

   `Yes dear.'

   `Does that mean that you will stop doing, I mean stop taking part in
these films?' Her eyes still had tears in them which made up my mind for me
there and then.

   `Yes dear. That one we've just finished is the last one that I'll appear
in. But I'm still going to write and control them.'

   `I'm glad mum...mother!' She said as she hugged me. `Now I'll get
dressed for dinner and I will watch the hands of the grooms in future.' I
smiled at her as I went off to let Lili help me off with my riding boots
and have my shower.

   It was a lovely dinner with a lot of hand touching and smiles from Epsom
who was now a woman in my eyes and I treated her as such. I later gave her
the sex education films that we had made to watch and hope, learn a bit
more than the one of me she had watched. Lili didn't need any stimulation.

   Marcel was welcomed home, sun tanned and looking very fit. Willi looked
fit too, though he hadn't skied. That night in bed, I told Marcel of my
decision of ceasing to take an active role in my films and he was delighted
and that night, I stopped taking the pill.

   I still travelled back to England about once a month, just for a day or
two. That was to see how the film in progress was proceeding. With the
scripts I was writing, they all seemed happy enough but showed their
disappointment when I told them that I would not be appearing in any
more. I think that a couple of the girls were secretly pleased, meaning
that they now had a chance to become the leading star in future
productions. I made it quite clear to Karl, privately, that I wanted the
best of the girls to get the best parts, not the ones that sucked his dick
and let him fuck them. If I saw this start to happen there would be
trouble.

   It was nice to get home to Marcel and Epsom after these short trips and
we were a really happy family. Epsom had progressed from a pony and now
rode a frisky filly and could now easily outride me and would give Marcel a
good run for his money. I also found out that the grooms had been put in
their place by Epsom because she had given the head groom a good dressing
down and so she was now treated with respect. The staff of the chateau
would welcome me back each time and the cook would try to outdo himself
each time. (Beverley must be working overtime, I thought.)

   It was about a month before our wedding anniversary that I turned down a
skiing trip with Marcel, because I was just in the process of putting my
country house in England on the market and there were a few other things I
wanted to do then, apart from looking in at the filming. So Marcel went off
skiing, taking Willi, and I went to England, telling the chauffeur what
flight I expected to be on for him to meet me.

   I spent the whole day with an estate agent in respect of the sale and
spent the night and next day at the film studio, viewing completed film and
in one case, scrapping nearly a whole days filming and telling them to do
it over again and not to release it until I had seen the re-shoot. I stayed
there overnight again and then made my other call in London before making
my way to Heathrow.

   I presented myself at the Air France desk to collect my boarding pass,
and after the clerk saw my passport, beckoned to another member of staff.

   `Countess d'Eider. Would you come this way please,' she said, and turned
and started to walk towards the private passenger lounge. I really had no
choice but to follow her and then into this lounge. There I was greeted by
another Air France official and I started to get the shakes. Drugs in my
baggage was my first thought? No. It couldn't be. It must be something
else. I didn't have time to think of anything else.

   `Countess. We have some bad news for you I'm afraid. There has been an
avalanche near Grenoble at the ski resort where your husband, the Count has
been staying. I'm afraid he is still listed as missing as of two hours
ago.'

   My heart had stopped and some hands held my arms as I felt my legs start
to give way. I felt sick and I broke out in a heavy sweat. Then my heart
started to race as I was sat down in a chair and I couldn't help but throw
up. A stewardess held my head as I retched over the arm of the chair, and
when I had finished, my head was bathed with a cold cloth and I was given a
drink of water. I babbled, but do not know what I was saying. Neither do I
know how long I sat there before I was able gather my thoughts together.

   `Where's the nearest airport to...to...'

   `Grenoble. Lyon is the closest airport.'

   `I must go there,' I said. I think I was talking a bit wildly, but they
understood.

   `It's all in hand Countess. Your man, Danton, has arranged a private jet
which is waiting for you on the tarmac and your driver had already been
directed on ahead to be there waiting for you.'

   `Bless him, and bless you too,' I said to them. `Thank you very much. I
must apologise for the mess I've just made.'

   `Don't worry about that. We'll let Lyon know you are on your way and
your driver will be told,' this official said to me, and I was helped up
and out of the lounge and escorted to a small jet waiting for me.

   It was when the seat belt sign went off and the stewardess asked me if
there was anything I wanted, I could only give her two words before I broke
down.

   `My husband,' I whispered as the flood gates opened. It wasn't a long
flight and I think that I'd only just got control of myself by the time we
came into land. There were no passport or customs control for me. My bags
were put straight in our car and I was assisted into the back seat.

   `I'm so sorry ma-am,' said Jules, the driver from the front seat. I
could see the tears running down his face in the rear view mirror and the
sight of his tears started me off again. He wiped his face and quickly
drove out of the airport, heading for the mountains. We didn't speak on the
drive, and I just let him navigate from a paper that had obviously been
given to him at the airport.

   It was late afternoon as we neared the village and knew we were in the
right place. There were many vehicles still there with flashing lights and
lots of people milling about. A policeman stopped us and Jules said a few
words to him and so the man pointed to what looked like a school building
up the road. Jules found a parking space and helped me out of the car.

   `Where are we Jules?' I asked.

   `I don't like to say ma-am, but it's...it's the er, makeshift morgue.'

   `Oh God,' I said as I sagged back against the car.

   `Please ma-am. Let me go in. You stay here till I come back.'

   I could only nod and watch him disappear through the door. My gaze was
drawn to the mountain and I could see the white swathe between the trees
that ran right through the centre of the town and down towards the
river. Not having been there before, I didn't know what of the town had
stood in the path of this catastrophe, guessing that an hotel had been in
the middle of the path. An hotel where my Marcel had been staying. The
tears were running down my face as I saw four men labour up to this morgue
bearing a covered stretcher, going inside with their burden.

   Then Jules came stumbling out of that doorway with a man in a white coat
and a police officer. My knees shook as they asked me to come inside to
please identify some people inside. The man in the white coat had his arm
under my elbow and assisted me inside. It was horrible. There were about
thirty shrouded forms stretched out in rows on the floor, but it was two
shrouded forms on trolleys with two other white coated people waited, their
eyes fixed on me as my wooden legs propelled me towards them.

   The sheet was drawn done from the first one and I gasped as I saw
Willi. I heard Jules mumble his name and I nodded. Then, the one I didn't
want see. I tried to scream to tell them not to uncover the face and the
hand on my arm tightened and held me there as the sheet seemed to move so
slowly. The hand holding the edge went so slow that I was praying that it
would freeze frame and not go any further. Slow oh so slowly, the sheet
moved down uncovering the hair and then the forehead. Then the closed eyes
and nose and chin were revealed and I tried to close my eyes.

   There was just one loud screaming noise in my head as I looked at
Marcel, lying there in the snow white covering. The screaming got louder as
I heard it echoing around that hall and I felt myself falling. Falling,
falling forward to my beloved, his features becoming blurred as I moved
forward. Wanting to tell him of that last visit in London. I wanted to tell
him, wanted him to know that I was carrying his son within me.

   I woke up in a strange room that didn't seem strange at all. I'd seen
many hotel rooms and so I had no interest as to where I was at that
moment. I blinked and stared at the ceiling for several minutes before I
made an effort to move, but found that I didn't have the strength. I must
have made some noise, because a figure came into my vision and it took a
few more blinks for my eyes to clear and focus on a nurse hovering over
me. I do not know what she said or asked of me, but she lifted my head and
a glass was held to my lips and it must have been water that slipped
through my lips and into my mouth. I must have slept again.

   When I next awoke, I knew exactly where I was and why, and the tears
just rolled down my face as I knew that I would never see Marcel again. A
hand came into view and a cold cloth wiped my face and I felt a hand take
mine and squeeze it tight.

   Without seeing, I knew that it was Epsom holding onto me. Then another
hand took my other hand and it could only have been Beverley. I squeezed
both hands and then felt both their heads lay down on my chest and I knew
that they were both crying.

   We eventually came to our senses and I was helped to get dressed and I
was grateful to see the tear stained face of Danton waiting outside of the
room for us. He kissed my hand and didn't need to say a word as I just
gripped his arm to give it a squeeze.

   He was a tower of strength and saw us into the car and I knew that he
would see to the transportation of his master and Willi back to his
home. Jules drove slowly away and it wasn't long before another car came up
behind us with a small truck behind that. Then Jules picked up speed to
take us all home, leading this sorry convoy of people and bodies.

   Somehow the people of the town knew of our approach, and from there to
the gates of the estate, the whole way was lined with people. Nearly all
were dressed in black and nearly everybody was weeping or openly crying as
we slowly drove past them and onto the road up to the chateau.

   It looked bleak and forbidding as we neared it, and I could see that all
the staff were there to see the Count come home. Lili was crying more than
me as we made a slow procession up the steps and into the hall. I went
straight up to my rooms with Lili crying, following on behind.

   Danton, I learned later, had given Lili some pills which I was given
with a drink and Lili put me to bed, where I died a thousand times before I
fell asleep.

   I was awake early feeling dull and listless and I'd already had my
shower before Lili came in. She quickly went back downstairs and was soon
back with lots of coffee which did go some way to revive me.

   Even though I hadn't eaten for nearly two days, I didn't or couldn't,
face breakfast. I had dragged nearly everything out of my wardrobe and had
already cut up one of my black dresses which Lili quickly hemmed so that I
could put it on.

   I then went downstairs and sought out Danton and thanked him for what he
had done and asked where he had put the master. He told me that both him
and Willi had been cleaned and laid out and were waiting for me down in the
chapel. I thanked him again before I went out and took the same walk that I
had done when I was getting married. This time I was not in white, but in
black.

   I stayed in the chapel all day, looking at Marcel lying in his
coffin. He looked so peaceful, asleep, and I waited, hoping that he would
wake up.

   Lili came in with Danton when night started to fall and they held me up,
so stiff was I from hours on my knees, and helped me back to the chateau
where I let them feed me with a little soup before he left Lili to put me
back to bed.

   Clothes had been found for me that fitted and I was dressed for the
funeral that was being held the next day. I managed to eat a little
breakfast and I was helped downstairs to meet a crying Epsom and a tearful
Beverley, also dressed in black as well as all the staff of the chateau.

   With Danton taking my arm, we led the sorrowful procession back down to
the chapel where the whole place was surrounded by townsfolk who had come
to say goodbye to the Count d'Eider. All morning, I was told, the people
had been passing through to pay their last respects and now it was time for
the service.

   I don't know how I sat through that interminable service, but was
relieved when it was over and we waited while the two coffins were closed
and sealed and then borne out of the chapel. We then followed them the
short distance to where two holes had already been dug.

   I asked for Willi to be laid down first. I wanted Marcel to be in this
world for just that little bit longer. So we watched as Willi was lowered
into the ground and too soon I stood and watched as Marcel was taken away
from me. God bless Danton who kept me upright for those few moments as his
coffin slowly disappeared from view. A handful of dirt was put into my
hand, but I couldn't look as I was guided towards the open grave and it was
only a nudge that let me release my grip on that soil so that it splattered
on the top of his everlasting resting place.

   I could see the crowds of people through my tears as we made our way
through them, but couldn't speak or answer their condolences, but vowed
that I would remember all those that turned out.

   I was pleased to note that somebody, (Danton) had the foresight to have
tables of food laid out for all the mourners, though I didn't stay to greet
and thank them. I had a quiet lunch with Epsom and Beverley before retiring
to my rooms to cry away the rest of the day watching all the videos that I
knew contained, albeit only the sexual organ, of Marcel as I sucked on him
and of him fucking me.

   Lili brought up a tray of snacks and a large bottle of brandy which she
liberally poured into me which resulted in me taking her to bed to give me
relief.

   I was all business the next day. First, I spoke to Danton and thanked
him with all my heart for all that he had done from the contacting Air
France at the very outset to the service and burial of the day before. I
would like him to assemble all staff in the great hall after breakfast so
that I could speak to everyone, that included all the ground staff as well.

   The grapevine was better than a telephone for as we ate breakfast, all
members of the chateau were gathering in the hall.

   I told Danton that the table could be left till after I had spoken and
see that everybody was ready for me. He bowed and left me alone with Epsom
and Beverley. I had realised that while I was eating my breakfast that I
hadn't told either of them of my news concerning myself. I debated about
telling there and then, but being the dramatic, or so I thought, actress, I
would get more effect if they heard at the same time as the others in the
great hall.

   I gave Danton and the kitchen staff a few minutes to make sure all were
there waiting before I went down the few odd stairs and along through some
rooms with Epsom and Beverley behind me.

   The great hall was full with Danton standing slightly out from the
others as befitted his station, Epsom and Beverley stopped behind me as I
faced the chateau's workers.

   `Thank you,' I croaked out and had to give a cough to clear my
throat. `Thank you all for coming in here to listen to me speak. It is
nearly two years since I first came here, and they have been the most
happiest days of my life. Some of you know me well, others we have only
nodded in passing. But I think that the last few days have really shown me
what you thought of my...the Count. Also, I have been touched by the
condolences that you have given to me. If I appeared not to have heard you,
or see you, please forgive me, for I too have lost someone that I dearly
loved. What hurt me the most was the news that I was too late to give him
as he lay there in that mountain village. I still told him and I fervently
hoped that he heard me. The news that I wanted to tell him was that I was
with child, the future heir to his estate.'

   There were many gasps from those before me, and I could hear louder ones
from behind me as Epsom took hold of my arm.

   `Yes. I am bearing the new Count d'Eider within me. Now I want this
child, this boy child which I am sure it's going to be. I want him to be
proud of the father he will never see, and I want to see that he inherits
what his father loved most. This land, you his faithful friends. Yes I said
friends, because that is what you all have been to me, a stranger who came
into your midst and have been made welcome. I want to see that this estate
does not suffer from the loss we have just sustained, but to see it grow
and prosper for the future Count d'Eider. Thank you.'

   I turned and was hugged by first Epsom and the Beverley. Then came a
voice from behind me of Danton.

   `Three cheers for the Countess!' and there was a tumultuous noise that I
don't think the great hall had heard for years. I turned and went to him
and he bowed and kissed my hand as he smiled.  `Welcome home Comptesse.'

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