Date: Sun, 18 Mar 2012 08:37:30 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Magenta. 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

   Next morning I dug out the card that read, Mr Bartosz Granska, Candyd
Films and a telephone number that I then dialled.

   `Magenta!' he exclaimed when he heard who it was calling. `I was only
dreaming of you last night.'

   `Underneath you or being filmed?' I asked dryly.

   `Both,' he chuckled. `I'm glad you've called to brighten my day. Make it
even brighter by telling me why you've phoned.' When I told him what I
wanted he went into ecstatic rhetoric at how I had now really made the sun
shine for him. When I could get a word in edgewise, I found out where and
when we could make this video of Ralph and myself having, and enjoying sex
together. I couldn't wait to ring Ralph to give him the news and it was
agreed that the date and time were acceptable and so it was set.

   I left home buoyed up with what I was going to do. Have sex with that
big black bastard and have him fuck my brains out but wondered how it would
be having someone else watching, albeit with a camera in their hand. This
brought me down to earth a bit at the thought of having someone see me
taking that big black prick in my mouth and inside me, so I wasn't all that
elated now. The feeling sank even lower when I stood outside the ramshackle
address of the place that I had written down and if it hadn't been the
arrival of Ralph at that moment, I think I might have turned round and gone
back home.

   `Magenta!' He called out as he got out of the taxi, and for some reason
I went all shy because of the reason we were meeting outside this run down
establishment. He came hurrying up to me and took me in his arms and kissed
me. His enthusiasm buoyed me up somewhat to be able to walk inside and up
the stairs to the first floor where Bart waited for us. He was most voluble
as he ushered us through into his studio that really was a large attic type
room that only contained a bed as the main furniture of the room. That's
not including lights and other props that were lined up against one wall.

   `Sit down, sit down,' he urged us, the bed seeming to be the only place,
not noticing the chair that he brought up for himself. So Ralph and I sat
down as directed and he sat on his chair in front of us.

   `I'm glad you've decided to do this Magenta and, er, Ralph, isn't it?
Well you certainly look robust enough. Now let's get down to what we
exactly want.' His price was high, but between us, we could afford it. He
made it quite clear that he would be the only one in the studio and that it
would take several days before it was done and then another day for him to
get it right in terms of editing before he produced the finished copy.

   `Now, let's just run through what acts you wish to have filmed between
you. Obviously there's the missionary position with you Magenta on your
back with Ralph on top. The what we call doggie fashion where Magenta is on
her knees with you Ralph behind her. Then cunnilingus and fellatio. We
could film a sperm transfer if you wish.'

   `What's that?' I asked.

   `Well, Ralph here would masturbate before your face and then we would
film him coming and you catching it your mouth. That is if you want that
sequence included. If you'll forgive me saying, it is with the male
ejaculation that causes the time delay because if he actually does come in
any of the other positions, we cannot film another till he is up and ready
again so to speak.'

   `I don't mind if it takes a week,' I laughed, looking at Ralph and had
the pleasure of seeing him smile in agreement to this.

   `We can start today if that's agreeable to you?' and at our nodding,
carried on. `There's a screen over there if you wish to disrobe in private,
though I'll be seeing more of you than you think. I'll see to the lighting
while you get undressed.' Bart then went and started to see to the lights
while Ralph and I took our clothes off.

   `It might be better if you got on the bed first Magenta,' Bart said as
he set up the camera. `Then arouse Ralph for our first scene.'

   `He does it himself,' I laughed as he turned round and Bart could see
just how big Ralph actually was.

   `Good Lord! I haven't seen one that size for years,' he beamed. `That
will make an impact when seen on a big screen.' I missed that last comment
much to my regret.

   A lot of what he filmed was out of sequence but he assured us that when
it was put together you wouldn't know the difference. It took two weeks to
film us having sex and I loved every minute of it. Two weeks because we
only filmed for an hour or so a day because of our other job and that it
would take too long between Ralph coming and being ready for another go. It
was a glorious time of being fucked every day by Ralph, having his big
black cock stuck up inside me, to cream my insides as I came too.

   So we started off with just being filmed of Ralph fucking me, but we
didn't stop when we were told too and that's why it took so long because we
would carry it on to its conclusion of me screaming out in an orgasm as he
rammed himself tight up to me as he would come at the same time. Mind you,
Bart got some good pictures of me doing this screaming bit, the way my head
would be thrown from side to side and even down to the beating of the bed
sheet with my hands as I orgasmed.

   Then came the close up shots of Ralph's black tool sliding up into my
vagina, glistening with my juices as he slowly pushed himself into me as
well as watching the withdrawal before it was repeated.

   The better shots of this was when we were doing it doggie fashion by me
being on all fours as he reamed me from behind. My big tits swinging free
as he kept pushing himself up into me from the rear.  There were close ups
of my minge as the lips were clearly seen to be wet as his cock moved the
folds as he went in and then see them open like flower petals in sunlight
as he pulled back before going forward again.

   There were also close ups of Ralph's face as he would send his seed up
inside me, though we saw more of his cock and balls than of his face if the
truth be known. We also had three variations of me sucking on his
erection. One when he was lying down on his back, one where I'm on my knees
giving it a right seeing to and the other being a mixture of both with me
sucking it just after he had pulled out of me, shining with my juices just
before it went into my mouth.

   We had to film the other sequence three times where he would jerk
himself off for me to have my mouth ready to catch his coming. Bart was
good in his work to catch the joy on my face and my shining eyes as this
sperm spewed out to hit everything and sometimes the target he was aiming
at. I had fun doing this, having lost all my inhibitions of having someone,
Bart, watch me as I went through all these sexual experiences like this
one.

   The downside was having the camera almost thrust up my arse to catch
Ralph's cock moving in and out of me. The lens almost knocking Ralph about
as he licked me out, catching the juice as it flowed out of me. Having it
almost up my nose as I moved my head up and down on his erection, close to
my lips that were clamped round his black shaft as it slid in and out of my
mouth.

   He caught me screaming with delight as Ralph finally came, his seed
shooting out to hit me in the face and of my laughing as I tried to catch
it and then to film me licking myself before going onto the head of his
cock to pull back with streams and cascades of his sperm stringing their
way between his cock and my mouth.

   God what a film that was when it was finished. After fourteen days of
just over an hour each time to produce a twenty five minute film of me
having sex with Ralph. I loved it, and so did Ralph and we had Bart make a
copy for each of us it was so good.

   There's many a night I've played that video when I haven't had a date
and frigged myself silly watching it. I now understood the woman that Ralph
had been with that triggered him to remember me asking him to make the
video. She got her rocks off by watching other people doing it and then
imagining herself in the same situation.

   I had the extra pleasure of watching what I had done and seeing exactly
what was done to me and to see how much I had enjoyed it. I would have
loved to show it to my mother but she would have had forty fits, even
though she was doing the same kind of thing anyway with this lodger she'd
taken in.

   It wasn't for the money. I knew that. I just think she was as over sexed
as I was and wanted her piece of man inside her as much as I did. Though
things came to head one day after various incidents involving him and
me. He would often have the door to his room open as I went past it to my
room and he, I'm sure waited for this, would be naked and standing in front
of the mirror admiring himself and his erection just to watch my reaction
in the reflection as I looked on passing the open door.

   The bastard must wait to watch me arrive home to be ready in that state
when I went upstairs. Sometimes he'd be slowly masturbating himself and
then put on a show of surprise at seeing me and come forward to close the
door. He didn't move very fast so that I could get a long look at his
indifferent sized tool that was jutting out in front of him.

   The last straw was when I was having a bath, knowing the house was
empty. I'd gone in and found that the push lock on the inside of the door
was broken. I thought nothing of it at the time as I was alone in the house
and just shut the door and got into the bath when it was ready. I'd put
quite a bit of bath essence into the water and this created a lovely cloud
of bubbles that floated on the surface.

   Our house, like all the others on the street, had the toilet and bath in
the same small room with the washbasin, not giving much space to move or
privacy if more than one of these were needed or to be used. So here I was
in the bath up to my neck, fortunately, in bubbles when the door opened and
the lodger came in, Reg was his name.

   `Sorry about this Magenta, but I've just got to go,' he said as he
pulled his cock out for me to see and he then peed in the toilet pan, not
bothering to lift the seat and I saw some of his urine spray onto where my
mother and I sat. Instead of doing the decent thing by attempting to keep
his back to me, was slightly turned so that I could see the whole operation
of him having a piss. Then, when finished and after much shaking and
squeezing of the end, to my disgust, wiped the end of it on a towel that we
use to dry our faces on.

   `Nice old todger this is eh?' He said with a smirk on his face as he
turned towards me, still shaking it with his hand and I could see it
starting to grow in size. `I bet you've seen quite a few of these since you
left school eh? Have you handled many of them? Felt them I mean?' as it was
now almost erect and looking quite firm and hard. `The skin is so soft,' he
said as he began to slowly massage it, making the head come half out of the
foreskin. `They tell me the taste is good too. Ever had one this big? Like
in your mouth as well us up in your cunny? If you haven't, well, maybe you
would like to try this one for size? You've certainly got the mouth for
it.'

   That's when I threw the nail brush at it and caught it fair and square
on the head. Boy, did he squeal. At the same time in a rush of water that
cascaded over the sides of the bath, I lunged and grabbed the toilet brush
from its holder and hit it again with the bristly end. Even though he was
now holding his cock with two hands, some of the bristles must of caught
him because he yelled even louder.

   `You fucking whore!' he shouted at me as he doubled up and I then hit
him with a haymaker. I had to stand up to do this, so his last sight of me
was naked before him with bubbles that didn't cover half of what should be
hidden. He fell down between the bath and the toilet almost wedging himself
there on his back. I quickly got out of the bath and put my robe on and I
bent over him to see if he was alright and his breathing was ragged and he
stank of whisky fumes so I left him there. I emptied and cleaned the bath
and went downstairs and had several brandies to calm myself down and later
went back upstairs to see he was still in the same position.

   I then went to bed and was soon fast asleep.

                                                         *

   `Magenta! Magenta!' I heard as if from a distance as I came awake to my
mother shaking me. `Wake up, now!'

   `What?' I asked, struggling to free myself from her shaking me as I sat
up. I always went to bed naked and as it was only my mother, I didn't
bother to cover myself as I blinked in the harsh overhead light. `What do
you want? What time is it?'

   Her face was as white as a sheet and it was then that I saw that there
was someone else in my bedroom. I tried to pull the sheet up to cover
myself but couldn't do it properly because my mother was now sitting on the
edge of the bed. With my tits still exposed, I saw that the other person
was none other than a WPC in uniform.

   `What's she doing here?' I cried, still trying to cover myself.

   `There's been a terrible accident,' my mother wailed. `He's dead!'

   `Who?' I asked bewildered, looking first at my mother and then at the
woman police constable.

   `Your lodger,' the young woman said.

   `He's not my lodger,' I snorted. `I don't give a fuck about him. He's
mother's problem, not mine,' I said, still, but failing to get my mother
off the sheet so that I could cover myself from that woman's gaze. `Do you
mind mother!' I shouted, tugging at the sheet until she realised the
predicament I was in and got up from the bed enabling me to finally cover
my breasts.

   `Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?' the young woman asked.

   `Not if you don't mind me not getting out of bed,' I said.

   `How long have you been in bed?' she asked.

   `No idea. What's the time now?' I asked, not being able to see my clock
as mother had knocked it skew-whiff on my side table.

   `Two thirty,' she replied.

   `Christ! It's the middle of the night. I don't know. Three, three and
half hours, I'm not quite sure.'

   `Were you awake when your lodger came in?'

   `He's not my lodger and no, I don't know when he came in.'

   `When did you last use the bathroom?'

   `What the fuck is this?' I cried out. `Before I came to bed. I had a pee
if you're interested and brushed my teeth.'

   `Was the lodger in the house then?'

   `I don't know.'

   `Okay, that's all for now,' and the policewoman beckoned my mother out
and I could hear talking out in the hall and the sound of many people
moving about, but I stayed where I was.

   It wasn't for another hour before the house quietened down and then came
a timid knock at my door and mother came in and sat down on the bed.

   `Poor Reg,' she said, sniffing back tears. `He died tonight in the
bathroom. Drowned in his own vomit,' she finally got out not really wanting
to say the words.

   `Serve the bastard right,' I said, my stomach all of a flutter as I knew
exactly how it would have happened with him wedged where he was. The scene
I could conjure up in my mind and it suddenly made me feel sick because I
knew I had helped do it.

   I held mother in my arms and let her cry and knew she was better off
with him not being here now to cast his licentious eyes over me any-
more. She would no doubt find another man to service her as long as he
wouldn't think he could have the mother and then the daughter without
paying the penalty.

   We attended the Coroner's Inquest where it was found that he died by
misadventure due to the inhalation of his own vomit while in a state of
inebriation. Though to my mind it was murder because I had made sure he was
firmly wedged between bath and bog in the hope that he would do just what
he had done.

   Mind you, if he'd survived that and made any more attempts to get at me,
it might have been worse for me as I would still have killed him. My body
was for me to give, not to be taken against my will.

   Like with the doctor for my six monthly check. He had me because I
wanted him to, fucking me on his worn examination couch and us both getting
enjoyment out of this exercise.

   So here I am, waiting to have my twenty first birthday in a few months
time and I still haven't decided what to do with my life. The agency was
helping me to get as much cock as I could want and I was having the odd
fling here and there outside of these hours, but still didn't know which
path was the right way forward.

   I wanted more out of life and yet I still hadn't reached the heights
that I knew I could scale, so I am keeping my fingers crossed that
something is going to happen in the near future. It is because I'm
beginning to get those little butterflies in my stomach again, and I know
that what is coming is going to be very good for me.

                                                    * * *



   (Ed. Note: This is just the first book of a trilogy of Magenta. The next
book is Lady Bentley, followed by The Countess of Lark.)



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