Changing Direction Ch. 08

Chapter Eight: The Little voice in her head

Ella sighed happily as the warm shower water cascaded across her skin, running in little rivulets across her warm flesh. It was difficult for her to contain her excitement.

Today was the day. Her screen test...

Maybe it had been a mistake to have spent the night with Roger and Barry again. Perhaps she should have conserved her energy, considering what awaited her this afternoon. But she had energy to burn and her sexual needs were ramped up to such an extent that the more sex she had, the more she needed. As soon as she'd showered, she'd be returning to the bedroom and fucking each of them again.

Each time the sex seemed to get hotter and dirtier, and every time the voice in her head pushed her on for more. It was difficult to say no to its demands, as if her body was slowly taking more and more control of her actions, turning her need into an addiction.

Times like this made her reflect on her younger days. She'd grown up in Inner City Croydon, one of the toughest parts of London. Much of her early life had been spent associating with local gangs and skipping school. Her teachers had never seemed too interested in her, given her own lack of enthusiasm at being taught anything.

However, her classical beauty and sassy attitude had helped her through those difficult times and, together with a few good breaks, survival had been assured.

She had often wondered if those difficult times explained why she'd turned into such an exhibitionist. Her revealing clothes, large heels, long dark hair, heavy mascara and body piercings were all designed to ensure that she stood out from the crowd. And now, with her ego and exhibitionism massaged by Marilyn, that desire to be the centre of attention had reached a new level. It was her screen test...

She'd be giving herself to Leroy, in the way she'd given herself to so many men over the years. But this time she'd be doing so on camera. A wicked voice inside her head told her that this was everything she had ever wanted.

The persistent voice had been with her throughout her life. It had been consuming at times, one that she often had difficulty in denying. It was the same voice that had been with her when she first learned to masturbate, when she'd taken her first taste of alcohol, when she'd given her first blow job, when she'd tried her first joint ... and just before her first-ever fuck.

It constantly demanded more of her, as if wanting to push her onto another level. And always ... always ... she allowed it to lead her wherever it wanted to go...

She turned around in the shower, her hands active on her body as she part-washed and part-teased herself. The soapy material felt sublime on her flesh and her nipples tightened into little points as she caressed her perky tits. Her mind was elsewhere, in the studio with Leroy, and almost of its own volition her right hand crept along her flat stomach, down between her legs and brushed across her swollen clit.

The voice inside her head was purring in approval, and she leaned back on the cool tile wall, yanking the showerhead from its perch and directing the hard spray directly across her sex.

Her orgasm wasn't far away when the shower door suddenly opened behind her. Was it Roger? Or Barry?

Who cared as long as one or other of them fucked her?

Ella leaned back into him as he cupped her tits from behind, loving the feel of his hard cock against her asscheeks. She moaned happily as his length grew against her, but the moan turned into a gasp as he suddenly rammed her body forward against the shower screen, her face flattened against the wet glass.

She turned her head sideways to relieve the pressure, letting her features squash against the glass like her breasts. God, that felt so good. Widening her legs, she gave him the access he wanted, and then he was inside her ... starting to thrust.

"Harder," she gasped, her cheek pressed flat against the cold surface. "Harder..."

She couldn't have felt more wanton as the spray of the water bounced across their bodies. Her eyes rolled as she gave herself over to him, submitted to the desires of her body. But what was even more exciting was the thought that this was only the aperitif. The main course was to come later, when she'd be surrounded by cameras.

She couldn't wait...

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The twins had been long gone by the time Marilyn called around and collected her from her apartment. She had whetted Ella's appetite in the taxi on the way to the studio by regaling her with tales of Leroy's prowess, loving the look on the brunette's face as she listened intently, fidgeting excitedly as the tingles grew inside her.

By the time the taxi pulled up outside the 'Secret Fantasies Film Studio,' Ella had felt herself practically dripping with need. Was it actually possible for her to feel any hotter than this?

She turned her head to glance at Marilyn as they exited the cab. The strawberry-blonde just grinned back at her. They didn't need to speak—the shared look said it all. Marilyn had done her job perfectly.

It was Ella's first time at the film studios. Marilyn and Leroy's shoot had taken place at the apartment in Notting Hill, but apparently all the screen tests took place at the East London location.

There were a few guys dotted around the reception area, all of them looking her way when they arrived. Ella grinned inwardly, purposefully swaying her ass as she walked past them. She could feel their looks without even turning her head to make sure. She really was the centre of attention, even with a gorgeous girl like Marilyn next to her.

Marilyn introduced her to one of them, a blonde-haired Australian who looked more like a surfer than a director. Not that he'd be doing much directing, he explained. He was just there to make sure she was comfortable with everything that was happening and to ensure that his two stars enjoyed the scene that they were creating together.

After that it was down to the producers and financiers if they thought she had potential, he explained.

Her next introduction was to a couple of guys in their late-forties, Ella guessed. Chas and Arnie were the cameramen who would be 'working' with her, Marilyn explained.

Chas was cute enough, Ella decided, with his perfect manners and bright blue eyes, but it was the black-bearded Arnie who reinforced what she was actually about to do. His dark eyes never left her tits, even when he exchanged a couple of muttered words with Marilyn. Just recently, it seemed the more primal and sexual the guy was, the more turned on Ella was. Her nipples obligingly rose in approval of his lustful gaze.

"We'll pass on the other introductions," Marilyn told her, nodding at the other guys around the room, "or we won't have time to shoot the scene. Your reputation precedes you, darling. I've never known so many people take such an interest in a screen test."

Ella just stared at her blond mentor. These people were here specifically to watch her? The realisation felt way too good.

"They all have jobs to do," Marilyn explained nonchalantly, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. "But the moment you're on that set, they'll all find a reason to be in the viewing room."

"Viewing room?" Ella asked quizzically.

She liked the sound of that.

"That's right, darling. Let me show you."

Taking Ella's arm, she led her through one door, along a narrow dark-walled corridor, and then into a small rectangular-shaped room through another door on their right.

The blonde's short black skirt rode up her thigh when she casually perched on the edge of the black desk, revealing a sliver of tanned skin above her nude-coloured stockings. Ella knew the action was deliberate and she felt a shiver pass through her. Maybe when the shooting was finished, she and Marilyn could head back to her place? Her appetite was even stronger than ever.

The thought faded as the older woman reached for the console on the table. When she pressed a red button, the curtains that ran the full length of the long wall in front of them slowly parted to reveal a long, rectangular window through which they could see another room.

"It's a one way window," Marilyn explained, as Ella stared through the glass. "We can see them, but they can't see us."

Chas and Arnie were manoeuvring two large cameras around each side of the four-poster bed, seemingly testing out different angles and adjusting the lighting rigs. Shane, the Australian director, was talking to them, no doubt giving his opinions on how he saw the scene working and what angles would be best.

The room wasn't large enough to take anything other than the bed, and Ella felt a pang of disappointment at the realisation that others wouldn't be standing close by, watching while Leroy fucked her.

Still, she'd be able to glance across at the glass window, knowing that they were in the viewing room...

"Have you heard of a fluffer?" Marilyn suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

Goosebumps covered Ella's body. Who hadn't? A fluffer was a person whose sole role was to keep an adult film star aroused on the set.

"Leroy never needs one once the filming has started," the older woman purred. "But he does like to be warmed up. Want to see?"

She flicked a switch on the console, and the middle of the three dark screens sitting infront of them burst into life.

"Leroy's changing room," Marilyn softly told her. "Don't worry, they can't hear us."

Ella felt her throat catch. Leroy was sitting on a chair facing the camera, legs spread apart as he leant back comfortably into the chair. The naked porn star was as magnificent a physical specimen as she'd ever seen. He was tall, toned, with bulging muscles and ... and ... a monster between his thighs.

A dark haired girl was on her knees in front of him. Although she had her back to the camera, there wasn't any doubt as to what she was doing. Her head was bobbing in his lap with sultry efficiency with the occasional slurping sounds echoing around the room.

"Recognise her?" Marilyn asked.

At first, Ella didn't, not until Marilyn turned a switch that manoeuvred the screen at right angles to expose more of her body and her face.

A few strands of the girl's short dark hair had fallen down over her right eye when she came up for air. She was gasping, aroused at her own actions. Her glossy red lips were still parted. The top three buttons of her white blouse were unfastened and her cleavage was bursting out of her black bra. As if on cue, she glanced in the direction of the camera, giving a coy smile.

Ella's heart felt like it was about to beat out of her chest.

It was Jenny!

She watched, transfixed, as the beautiful Latina wrapped her long fingers fully around Leroy's girth, rubbing slowly up and down a few times before holding him firmly in position as her wet mouth descended on him again.

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"She knows we're watching," Marilyn breathily told Ella. "She's just like you that way, a bit of an exhibitionist. And she wants to put on a good show, of course."

The words bit into Ella's psyche as they filtered through her arousal-fogged mind. She hadn't seen Jenny again since they'd both rushed into the bathroom at the Notting Hill apartment. Watching Leroy and Marilyn perform that day had given a surge of sexual adrenalin that neither of them had been unable to contain. They'd locked the door and stayed in there for over half an hour until they'd—temporarily at least—satisfied each other.

As she watched Jenny give Leroy the slow, sensual blow job, Ella found herself wanting to be in the changing room with them, joining in, just like the way she and Marilyn had performed together on the Sheik. If the action was designed to get her in the right mood for what was to follow, it was certainly doing its job...

On the monitor, Jenny had slurped off Leroy's shaft for a moment and was busy sucking his balls, one by one. Ella felt Marilyn move behind her and she sighed in appreciation as the woman's hands found her tits.

"Just imagine what that cock is going to feel like inside you," she seductively whispered in the young brunette's ear.

But Ella's overheated mind was already ahead of her. She mewed in agreement, her gaze transfixed on the scene in front of her as Marilyn's hands mashed her tits. Jenny had gone back to work on Leroy's stiff member again, her bobbing head so far down that she must be deep-throating him again.

"That's a good girl; just like that," she heard him encourage on screen.

His voice sounded so deep, so dominant, so sexy.

He was running his fingers through Jenny's short dark hair, moving to grip her locks tightly as he began to hump into her mouth. The Latina choked a little as he shoved himself deeper into her throat, but he wasn't about to let her escape.

"Oh fuck, yeah," he moaned, clenching his teeth.

He was pulling her so closely against him that her glossy lips were touching his heavily-trimmed pubic hair. He was using her, skull fucking her and she was loving every second of it.

But then, just as suddenly, he was dragging her head away. His chest heaved as he held her there, inches away from his throbbing cock, panting hard as he held back from his climax.

"Nearly got me there," he grunted. "But we don't want to waste it, do we? I have a long afternoon ahead."

Jenny sank back on her haunches, a wicked grin on her face as she turned towards the camera again and wiped some saliva from her lips with the back of her hand. She gave an exaggerated wink at the same moment as Marilyn planted a soft kiss on Ella's sensitive neck.

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Ella sat at the dressing table, staring at her reflection in the mirror. Roy had been brought in to attend to her make-up and hair and to generally get her to look like a porn star.

He'd outdone himself this time. Her eyes were heavily made up with bright mascara and dark eyeliner, and she looked like a dirty little fucktoy, a beautiful, slutty princess, who'd been born to fuck. Maybe she'd adopt this as her day-to-day appearance? Marilyn looked like a walking wet dream every moment of the day, so why couldn't she?

She ground her hips into the chair in excitement. Her imagination was threatening to run away with her. She could see Leroy now, his dark eyes looking down at her on her knees as she worshipped at his huge cock. She imagined the cameras filming her every move, every bob of her head and lap of her tongue. The people watching at home, getting excited by her movements, their cocks getting stiff and pussies wet as they imagined fucking her. It was too good to believe...

Somehow, she wrestled herself back to reality and rose up on unsteady feet. It was time to do this.

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Ella moaned aloud. Once, twice, three times.

They'd been fucking nonstop for at least a couple of hours now, although time had lost any sort of meaning somewhere in between. He had taken her in every position she could imagine and a couple she'd never even dreamt of. This wonderful man and his monster of a dick were unbelievable. But then she wasn't being fucked by a normal person. She was being fucked by a porn star...

She'd lost count of the number of orgasms she'd had but it had made no difference to Leroy. The black bull had just continued to pound her as if there was no tomorrow...

The cameras had been slightly off-putting to begin with but now they were long forgotten. No, that was wrong. They actually added to the experience, although Ella no longer paid them any notice. She was lost in the moment, enjoying the fact that she was being filmed, fucking Leroy, while a whole group of people watched in the viewing room.

Leroy was turning her now, holding her hips as he positioned her forward on the bed. Ella glanced back at him over her shoulder, running her tongue across her lips as she spread her legs wider to give him the access he wanted. He could do whatever he wanted to her right now, the rougher and dirtier the better.

When he pushed into her from behind, the feeling of his cockhead sliding so easily into her tightness made her groan in pleasure. She arched her back to feel him even deeper still.

Every sensitive nerve in her body was now on full alert.

Sliding even deeper, Leroy lifted her up slightly at the waist until she was leaning back completely against him.

"Smile for the cameras, baby," he grinned, pulling back her head so her face was revealed even more to the all-seeing lens'.

Ella glanced across at one camera and then the other. Were they really that close? When had that happened? She stared into the one on her left—Chad's—letting it capture the ecstatic expression of pleasure on her face as she began to thrust her hips in time with his own.

When he cupped het tits and expertly began to pinch her nipples, she instantly came again.

He wrapped his other arm around her waist, holding her trembling body closer to him as he continued to fuck her through her orgasm. There was no letting up and nor did she want there to be. The voice in her head wouldn't allow it.

This was too good to ever stop...

His other hand pulled her dark hair back again and Ella moaned at his roughness. It felt so hot to be treated like this and she marvelled at the way he seemed to instinctively know what she wanted. The ridges and thickness of his cock as it moved inside her were driving her insane.

Sweat dripped down from her sexually charged body and she turned her eyes to the camera again, imagining how slutty she must look. Her unkempt hair was wet and matted, her make-up had run down her face and her narrowed eyes were beyond pleasure. She purred in delight, loving the way she must look. She couldn't wait to see herself later.

Then Leroy was suddenly fucking her faster. The bed was bouncing and she couldn't catch her breath. The friction inside her was practically unbearable but, even in this extreme moment of pleasure, she realised that something was different. His breathing was thicker. There was a growl to his tone. That told her that the black bull was close...

Ella somehow found the energy to twist her head back so that she could glance at him over her shoulder again. His face had tightened and he was trying to hold back. In response, she squeezed her internal muscles around him, tightening her pussy on his cock as she slid her hips back to take his hard thrusts as deep as she could.

No man could resist that...

She gratifyingly heard him roar and his fingers tightened on her hips as he released a huge surge of cum deep into her. Ella cried out her delight, continuing to grind her ass back and forth until she coaxed another burst from her lover.

Was there anything in the world as delicious as this feeling?

Twisting her body around on the bed, Ella moved quickly enough to catch his third blast in her mouth, hoping that the cameras were catching exactly how needy and sexual she must look in those seconds, desperate for Leroy's cum to fill her throat.

Taking his still throbbing monster in her hands, she began to jerk him hard, milking out everything he had to give right before her eyes and gratefully taking every drop between her greedy lips. The wonderful bastard seemed to cum forever and she only releasing him when he had nothing left did to give.

The applause that erupted from the side of the room took her by surprise. She'd been so lost in the intensity of Leroy's fucking. It was Shane, the Australian director. He had a large smile on his face as he applauded. But then the sound stopped and he began to move towards her, his hands moving to his trousers.

"Keep the camera rolling, boys," he grunted, unfastening his belt and letting his trousers drop to the floor.

Ella felt her heart beat faster as he kicked the trousers away and pulled out his reasonable-sized cock. This wasn't in the script, but she wasn't complaining. She wantonly knelt on the bed, parting her lips as she let him slide his cock deep into her throat.