Fucked Famous

There was a contest for amateur movie makers and I wanted my first submission to a contest to be amazing. I had passed around a script I had written to a couple of online friends and we had agreed to get together to film it. I could write and act, but I didn't have the equipment nor any place to film the movie. That was where Matt, James, Ryan and Nate came in.

The movie's concept was very simple: a crazed stalker and murderer terrorizes a young woman home alone far out in the country. I was trying to make a modern slasher film, but shot film noir style with characters similar in looks and actions to those in 1940's and 1950's pieces. I would be playing the protagonist, the terrorized young woman, and I was perfect for the role. Though I had been an awkward child who had developed too soon, at 22 I had a sensual hourglass figure reminiscent of late and great sex symbols such as Marilyn Monroe and Rita Hayworth. Yes, I was proud of my figure. My job and hobbies kept me sedentary most of the time and I worked very hard keep my waist trim.

I was flying up to Maine, which was a cold and far away Neverland to a native Texan, to meet Matt and the others. I had tailored my script to include a farmhouse because Matt's family owned a creepy old place out in the country that would really set the mood. And, because I really wanted to meet Matt in person. We had been online friends for years and I was a big fan of his short films. He liked doing campy horror comedies and his stuff was never too serious. I wanted him for my slasher character. Matt had a real classic look: thick dark hair, expressive dark eyebrows and eyes, a long, thin nose, and pouty lips that seemed ready to meet yours in a kiss at any time. He was tall and broad, with toned arms and thick thighs.

James, Ryan and Nate were Matt's filmmaking buddies. The three of them would alternate on camera, lights and sound, as well as just be extra hands when we needed them. Between them and Matt, they had a million times more movie making experience than me. I was so grateful they liked my script well enough to assist me in filming. I had a feeling we were going to have a really great time.

I met the guys down at the baggage claim. I felt a little nervous meeting them for the first time, especially since I was the only girl of the group. However, they were all so friendly and warm that my nerves shriveled as soon as Nate, stocky, strawberry-blonde and pink cheeked, embraced me in a hug. Ryan, a tall, chubby, and pale skinned brunet with strikingly blue eyes and James -bespectacled , mocha skinned and thin, with curly black hair- followed suit. Matt stood there, beaming a bright white smile and looking coy. He stepped forward and pulled me close. The other guys' embraces were quick and friendly, but Matt's body was flush against mine, his mouth near my ear.

"I'm so glad you could make it."

His voice was dark, sticky and thick like syrup; his hot, sweet breath on my ear was almost too much. I could feel my face heating up. I tingled everywhere and I could feel something tightening in my abdomen, something flip-flopping. There was an ache in my cunt and moisture dampening my underwear. And, as soon as I begin to feel weak in the knees he pulled away.

"Um, I-I'm glad I made it too." I stuttered, suddenly feeling awkward at my overwhelming arousal and thoughts of his slick, fat cock sliding deftly into my tight, hot pussy. He smiled, one dark eyebrow quirked up in amusement.

Despite Matt's strange greeting, the guys and I chatted amicably the rest of time we spent gathering my bags and on the ride to the farmhouse. Nate and Ryan had already taken all the equipment we would need to the house and we were going to do a sort of cram, two week long filming session. I hoped it would give us plenty of time in case something went wrong, and plenty of time to have a bit of fun too. All work and no play, you know? Even though I was the only female present, I actually felt quite comfortable. We chatted about movies and our jobs and our families. We had enough in common and not in common to have plenty of good conversations. I had been raised by my dad, surrounded by brothers and all male cousins, so I could hold my own in a car and house with four decidedly dorky dudes.

None of the guys talked about having significant others, which I did think was a little strange, but I thought it would be kind of rude to ask just in case any of them had their hearts broken recently. The last guy I had been with had been over a year ago, and he only lasted three months. He was also the last guy I'd had sex with, and Matt's sensual greeting had left me wondering and wanting. Hell, if I could make a great film, have a fun time and get laid by a seriously gorgeous guy all in one trip I would be a very happy woman. James, Ryan and Nate were all great looking too and I wasn't too picky after a year of finger fucking myself. Any good, hard cock would do. I smirked at the thought of them fighting over me. I doubted the four of them would consent to a Ménage à… Cinq, though the thought really turned me on. Thinking about so many hard cocks was getting me a little excited, so I turned my attention back to the conversation.

Over the course of the drive we decided it would be best to film the last scene first, as it was the most emotionally consuming and wrenching. And it was the most awkward. Matt and I both hoped that our unfamiliarity with each other would add more tension to the scene. In it, I was tied to the kitchen table, mostly nude except for stark white underwear and a t-shirt. Matt would be the killer, shirtless and crazed, brandishing a knife and threatening to cut my neck from ear to ear. I scream and struggle; afraid he'll rape me or actually kill me. He leans over me and I think he's going to kiss me, but instead he stabs me in the heart. The end. Neither of us had ever acted in a scene so intense and serious, so we were both nervous and eager to get it over with. We all didn't want the gruesome finale lingering in the back of our minds as a scene unfinished. We wanted it done.

The first night at the old house was cold. We had all shared a couple of beers and cooked burgers in the backyard. I was freezing the whole time, not being used to such brisk temperatures, but the guys took turns flanking me. I was always squished between two of them, their warm bodies at least keeping the chill air from freezing my sides. Luckily, I was wearing a padded bra because my nipples were painfully erect the whole time we were outside. I crawled into bed that night alone, unfortunately, but still happy and satiated.

I woke the next morning to a knock on my door. Nate's voice came muffled from the other side. He called my name questioningly. I reluctantly climbed out of the covers and pulled a sweatshirt on over the t-shirt I slept in, partly to keep me warm and partly to cover my peaked nipples.

"You can come in."

"Hey." Nate's cheeks were pinker than ever and I wondered if his cock was as pink and as stout as he was. "We've already started setting up for the scene. In the kitchen, y' know. Um, Ryan made eggs. For breakfast, if you want."

Nate looked so sweet and shy I couldn't help but smile. "Thanks. I'll be down in a while. I'm going to take a shower. Okay?"

He ran his fingers through his long blond hair, still looking nervous. "Um, okay. See you then." He closed the door and I could hear him padding down the hall and then the stairs to the kitchen.

In the bathroom I turned the water up nice and hot and stepped into the spray. I turned so the hot water could soak my thick black hair and I rubbed my hands down my breasts, brushing my nipples. My fingers found the trimmed hair on my mons and slipped down further until I rubbed against the hard little nub hidden in the soft folds of my vulva. With two fingers I spread my lips and with the middle one I rubbed my clit. I thought about Nate and his nervous, pink face this morning at my door.

I thought about what would have happened if I had pulled him into my room and pressed him against the wall, kissing him and grabbing his thick cock and heavy balls and squeezing. He would moan my name into my mouth as I slipped my hand into his pants and brushed my thumb against the wet tip of his cock. His hand would cup my round ass through my thin pajama pants, but one hand would slip up underneath my shirt and pinch my nipples and fondle my heavy tits. I would pull back just as his cock started getting really hard and grab his shirt and pull him to the bed. He would stand there, at the side of the bed and I would pull off his shirt and push him down. He would lay there, his face red now and his cock straining in his pants. I would pull his pants off and his cock would stand straight, glistening in the cold air. I would be so fucking wet and I would strip in front of him quickly and them climb on and straddle his groin. His hard, fat cock would poke me in my soft stomach and I would rise up and grab his cock in one hand and position it at my wet cunt. He would grip my hips and I would sink down him, letting his cock fill me and stretch my tight pussy until he was fully sheathed and I could feel his balls on my ass.

My fantasy was really getting to me and the hot spray of the shower felt so good on my back and ass. As I continued rubbing my finger on my hard clit, I delved into my pussy with two fingers. I curled them up inside me and thrust in and out, wishing that I was really riding Nate's cock. There was a tightening and heat in my abdomen, a pulling feeling of need… and suddenly I felt the release of orgasm. I was quiet; the feeling of my pussy clenching and releasing around my fingers as well as the thick wetness that accompanied usually elicited loud moans and sometimes screams, but I had to be quiet in a house with other people.

Then, I heard the quiet snick of a door being closed, the bathroom door. I poked my head out of the shower curtain.

"Hello. Did anyone need to use the bathroom? I'm almost done!" I was loud enough so someone on the other side of the door could hear me, but no one replied. I felt tense, my skin prickled. Had someone been watching me? Surely I would have seen a shadow on the shower curtain? I was really into my fantasy though; I wasn't paying attention at all. I suddenly felt very scared and alone. I hurried up with my washing and got dressed as quick as I could.

At the bottom of the stairs I was met by Ryan. He looked eager and cheery, his bright blue eyes shining as he watched me descend the staircase.

"Good morning. There's breakfast!"

When I reached the landing he put his arm around my shoulders.

"Morning. Breakfast smells good." His cheeriness was infectious. I could not help but smile when he looked at me such a wide grin and shining eyes, but, at the same time, his mannerisms seemed forced. Seemed overly nice. Maybe he was just nervous about the scene we were going to do later? Maybe he was trying to impress me?

Ryan, his arm around me still, led the way to the kitchen. James, Nate and Matt all greeted me with the same sort of enthusiasm as Ryan. We decided, over the course of two eggs, toast, jam and coffee that the best place to film the scene would be in the parlor. It was a good sized room and the one that would be easiest to set up in, once we moved the furniture out.

After breakfast Matt and I volunteered to wash dishes while the others started setting up. We wanted to discuss our scene. The only dialogue was my increasingly frantic no's, unless whimpering and screaming count as dialogue. Matt had to look menacing with a prop knife to my throat. Matt put on his serious face as he handed me the last dish to dry. He looked so threatening I just had to laugh to mask the shiver of fear that ran down my spine.

"Ha. Very good," I said. "Just like that, Matt. You're a natural." I snickered and gave him a thumbs up.

"Thanks. I bet you are too." He had that odd little smile with the quirked eyebrow on his face again.

"What's that look mean?" I laughed.

"Oh. You know. I'm excited. Nervous."

Nate came in then to ask me how I wanted the lighting and the rest of the morning was spent setting up for the scene. By early afternoon we were ready and I informed the guys I was going to dress for the scene. Dressing for the scene meant taking off my clothes and donning a pair of white panties and a white t-shirt. It seems all modern horror movies are sexualized, so I felt I couldn't get away without a hint of tits. It's practically horror movie law! I was submitting the movie in sepia tones and I liked the idea of white providing a contrast. Plus, the dark fake blood would look good on white.

Wearing such little clothing in front of four guys was a bit nerve-wracking, but that insecurity would be good for the scene. Luckily, the four of them were true professionals. Back in the parlor, I laid down on the table I was to be tied to and had the guys bind my wrists and ankles so each was tethered to a table leg. I wouldn't be an armchair director; I would be a spread-eagle on a table director! Matt had prop knife in hand soon after. James and Nate were on two separate cameras as I wanted the scene shot from different angles. Ryan was on sound. We were ready to go.

"Okay guys! Action!"

I'm waking up, having been knocked out while preparing for bed. I pull at the nylon around my wrists, whimpering and muttering in my confusion. I turn my head to the side. There is the man, my terrorizer, standing back about five strides, the knife to his side. I scream. His eyes are dark, insane and lustful. Lustful for blood. Lustful for me, tied helpless and half naked. As I struggle my heavy breasts bounce and jiggle and my nipples skim the tight fabric causing them to harden. He steps forward. One heavy footfall after another and then he is at my side. I cry out, scream for help. He presses his large hand to my mouth, but I keep screaming. He puts the knife to my throat. The cold steel of the blade shuts me up quick. With the knife to my throat, the man takes his hand from my mouth and caresses my face. His finger traces my lips and…

"Wait. Wa…" I start to say. But, the blade that is pressed against my skin presses harder and I feel it start to cut into me. It isn't a prop. Matt stands over me, smiling that fucking weird smile again.

"What's going on?" The words leave me like a last exhale. Everything else I want to say is stuck in my throat, trapped by the cold blade that seems to be choking me.

"Nothing," says Matt. His voice is like the purr of a tiger that has its prey trapped under its claws. Behind him Nate laughs nervously. At my feet I see James setting up his camera on a tripod. I'm beyond worried right at this point. I'm fucking frantic.

"What the fuck!?!" I scream. "What the fuck are you doing!?! Matt! What the fuck?"

No one says anything. Ryan is at my other side now, sound equipment abandoned. He reaches down and pinches a t-shirt clad nipple between his thumb and index finger.

"Augh! What? Ow!" I struggle against my bonds, but it is futile. I let them tie me too tightly. Realization takes hold of me and Ryan grabs my breast in his hand now, squeezing hard. Matt takes the knife from my neck and drags the blade down my chest and stomach. He stops at the edge of my shirt, then runs the blade underneath the shirt. Ryan grabs the fabric and together they cut and rip it away from my body. I close my eyes. I'm bare-chested and I can feel the knife on my inner thigh.

"Oh, God." I moan. "Please. Stop!"

The knife is at the crotch of my underwear and it too is cut and torn from my body. My eyes are still closed. Then, a hand is on my pussy spreading the lips apart. My eyes fly open and I look down to see James' mass of black curls between my legs. I feel his tongue start flicking my clit.

"Stop! James, what the fuck!" Guys!"

Ryan, who had been standing to the side, has moved back to caressing my tits, squeezing the nipples. Now he is using his mouth, sucking me and licking. Nate is filming James between my legs, while Matt stands silently to the side. I am the perfect hip height on this table, and I can see Matt's hard cock as a large, solid lump in his pants. I look up at him and I can tell he saw me starring. James' tongue dips down to my cunt and I feel him working it into me, but he pulls away suddenly.

"You are so sweet and tight," he says with a laugh. "Mmm. She's tight like a goddamn virgin. And, so wet too. Such a little slut."

"No! Augh…" I moan as James forces his tongue into me. I don't want to be fucked by these men. I don't! But, James' tongue inside me feels so good. And, thinking about Matt's hard cock makes me so hot. I don't want to be fucked by them, though! Not against my will. Not tied up like this! It's wrong. I struggle against my bonds again, but Ryan climbs on top of me and holds me down tighter. He is undressed now and I see his cock pressed against my stomach. It is long and purple, the head glistens with pre-cum. Scooting forward until his cock is at my cleavage, Ryan then presses my tits roughly together and begins fucking them. His long slick member slides back and forth, while James' tongue teases my tight cunt. The sensations are becoming too much, but I feel like I could never orgasm. I am too frightened, despite the wetness slicking my cunt.

"I know what you need," Matt says suddenly. He turns around and pulls off his pants quickly, and when he turns back I finally see what he was hiding. His cock stands out from the dark hair, long and angry red. The head is so thick as to almost be bulbous. His cock bobs up and down and he steps forward. I know what's coming and I turn my head. Matt grabs my chin and turns my head back, pressing his cock to my lips. I purse my lips, willing the wet, thick thing to just disappear.

"Open your mouth," he growls. "Remember I still have a knife, you slut. You better suck good."

He's right. I open my mouth. His cock slides in and I suck. The taste of his pre-cum is sickly sweet and bitter. I gag. He presses his cock deeper and I gag again. Ryan is still frantically fucking my tits, and I wish he'd cum soon because I'm starting to feel bruised. The tongue is gone from my pussy and then is replaced with the blunt, thick head of a cock. I buck upwards, but a hand grabs my hips and holds me. Matt pulls the cock out of my mouth, and the cock pressing on my tight cunt is thrust in. I cry out at the sudden fullness and intrusion, but my cry is quickly muffled as Matt shoves his cock back in my mouth.

Being fucked three ways is overwhelming. I'm scared and I feel violated, but at the same time the gorgeous cocks fucking me senseless and filling me are satisfying a need I didn't even know I had. There's an ache in my chest telling me that liking this is wrong -so wrong- but, there's a heat in my belly and an ache in my cunt that are telling me to give in because it feels good damnit.

Ryan's moans are coming louder now and he is fucking my tits faster, his slick cock sliding back and forth at a frantic pace. He lets out one last, long groan of pleasure and shoots hot cum all over my chest and neck. Leaning forward a bit, he presses his shrinking dick into my skin and rubs his hands up my chest and neck. Matt pulls his cock out of my mouth with a wet pop and Ryan replaces it with his cum covered fingers. As I suck off the bitter substance Nate moves the camera in on my mouth. I wonder if he's been filming me sucking Matt's cock the entire time. Suddenly, I'm acutely aware that I am being filmed. I feel even more exposed and self-conscious with James pumping even faster in and out of me, Matt's cock resting on my cheek, and Ryan's fingers in my mouth. Ryan pulls his fingers out of my mouth and slides off me and Matt pops his cock back in my waiting mouth.