Misty’s First Time

Kelly brushed hot tears away impatiently as she crouched over the newspaper, looking for a job – any job that would bring her an income and enable her to leave this house and support herself. She didn’t care if she didn’t eat, but she needed a roof over her head. But there was nothing. She had to get away. Away from him. That pig. Her stepfather. For some time now he had been making advances. At first she thought she was imagining things, seeing more into it. But no, his hand groping her thigh at the breakfast table with her mother right there was no accident. She had to get away, before it got any worse. She’d never liked him, never liked his hot eyes upon her, ever since her mother had married him three years ago. And now she’d just finished school, had recently turned 18. Now his attentions were turning serious.
In despair, she trailed her finger down the columns, speed reading again incase she’d missed something, but she hadn’t. She shoved the newspaper away and it slid to the floor. Bending to retrieve it, a small article caught her eye. HARD FAST CASH FOR LADIES. Was the heading. Be in a film and make more in an hour than most make in a month it simply said. And a number. Kelly wasn’t stupid. She knew what kind of movies it was. She wasn’t a complete innocent. Her last boyfriend has pressured her into letting him go all the way and for a few weeks she’d let him bone her, though she never experienced any real pleasure out of it. Then he’d dumped her for Miss Blow Job Queen, who’d been through the whole football team already. Good luck to them both. Right now though, she needed money and before her courage could fail her, she dialed the number at the bottom of the ad.
Almost immediately a woman’s voice answered, speaking so quickly that Kelly missed what she said. “Hello,” she said. “I’m calling about the ad for the movie”. “Yeah, sure honey”, the voice said kindly. “You wanna come for an interview?” As easy as that? “Um, yes, I’d like to,” Kelly said. “Two o’clock then,” the lady said and rattled off the address, which Kelly hastily wrote down.
Two o’clock! That was only two hours away and it was at least 45 minutes travel. Without giving herself time to think, Kelly rushed into the shower, blow-dried her long dark hair till it fell gleaming halfway down her back, did her make-up and considered what to wear. In the end she opted for a red and green pleated mini skirt and a white sleeveless blouse. She chose a matching lacey white g-string and push-up bra. Sliding her feet into her black stilettoes, she gave herself a onceover in the mirror and rushed out the door.
She arrived at the address five minutes early and rapped on the sturdy looking door. Almost immediately it opened and she was ushered inside by an elderly lady, a long thin cigarette hanging out of her wrinkled lips. “My aren’t you a pretty little thing, Jack will like you for sure!” she said, leading the way down a dark corridor. They passed a few closed doors and presently her escort stopped outside one of the doors and said, “You can go right in, and good luck, dearie, you should be just fine!” Then she turned and walked away.
Kelly rapped lightly on the door and opened it. She stepped into a large white room. Bright lights were set up in strategic places and on the floor a huge red rug and a cream couch. Cameras on tripods and wires all over the floor and a few strategically placed pot plants were in the room and in one corner, an old brown desk littered with papers. Here sat a man who was staring intently at her. “Hi, I’m here about the movie job,” Kelly said nervously. “So you are,” he said, leaning back in his chair and staring at her. “My name’s Pete. You done a movie before?” Kelly shook her head. “Good money, especially for a girl that looks like you,” he said. It must have been nerves, but Kelly blabbed out the story of why she was here and why she needed the money and Pete got up and walked over to her. He was skinny and a head shorter than her and completely bald. He stank of cigarettes. He put an arm around her shoulders and said, “There, there, we will take care of you and by the time you leave here, you’ll be able to put down 6 month’s rent on a new place and eat what you like till you get a real job. But first we need to be sure the camera likes you. Why don’t you sit over here in the middle of this couch?”
He led her over to the couch and she perched on the edge of it, in the middle as instructed. He walked away from her and bellowed some names, making her jump. Seconds later the door opened and four men walked in. They all stared at her. Kelly began to feel frightened. Pete gestured to two of the men and said, “This is our camera crew. Boys, let’s do a few tests with our lady here. What’s your name girl?” “K-kelly,” she stammered. “Boring!” Pete cried. “How about Misty? Yes, I think that works better! Now let’s see how you look with our actors, Bill and Chet.”
Bill and Chat came and sat on either side of Kelly on the couch. Bill was dark haired and deeply tanned and rather quite handsome. Chet was fair haired and also quite good looking. Both men were tall and well built and a lot older than her. She thought they must be around 35 or so. Bill smiled and slung an arm around her. “How you doing, Misty? You’re a pretty thing,” he said. She smiled nervously and said, “This is my first time doing something like this, so I’m not sure what to do.”
Chet leaned closer. “Don’t worry, sweet thing, we will show you, just go along with us and remember to smile for the camera!”
At his mention of the camera, she glanced over and saw that they were already being filmed and she smiled uncertainly and then jerked as she felt Bill’s hand on her knee, stroking softly and pulling her leg open. She smiled nervously and flicked another glance at the camera, totally uncertain of what to do. Chet had her other knee and was pulling it towards him. Before she could do anything, Bill leaned over and kissed her mouth, forcing her head back, thrusting his tongue in. This gave her something to focus on while her legs were spread open to the camera’s view, the cameramen zooming in to the glimpse of white lacey panties underneath. Chet flipped her skirt up and stroked his hand over her upper tight while Bill continued to kiss her, his other hand moving up over her belly to start unbuttoning her blouse. Kelly stiffened and began to shake her head, but Billy’s hand cupped her chin, holding her still, his eyes warning hers, continuing to kiss her. When she stilled, he pulled back and with both hands opened her blouse and pushed it down over her shoulders. Immediately Chet cupped a breast, stroking it and pinching the nipple between his fingers. Billy’s hand was now between her legs, lightly stroking her inner thigh, his thumb brushing against her pussy ever so lightly. Chet pushed the bra down and lifted her breasts out of it, so that they jutted over the bra cheekily. Embarrassed, Kelly tried to pull away, but Chet pushed his lips against her ear and said, “Don’t act like an amateur, baby, just let it happen.” He pulled her to her feet and pushed the blouse completely off her shoulders and unhooked her bra with practiced ease. Pulling her closer, he turned her so her back was to the camera and slid his hand under her skirt, lifting it so that he cute bum cheeks were displayed for the camera. Squeezing both her cheeks and pulling them slightly apart, he pulled her against his hard-on. He turned her to face the camera, and standing behind her, he cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples so hard that a small cry escaped her lips and then another when he pinched harder. He stepped away and then it was Bill touching her. Bill, who had gotten undressed while Chet was playing with her. His penis was huge and erect and the sight of it almost made Kelly admit to having made a huge mistake, but she’ d gone this far, she might as well see it through and get the money. She was afraid they wouldn’t let her leave anyway. Bill pushed her down to her knees and took his cock in his hand, holding it towards her. She took it into her mouth and began to suck, slowly and shallowly, like she used to with Dave. But Bill wasn’t having any of it. He started to thrust into her mouth hard and deep and she gagged and would have pulled away, but he held her head in place. She looked up at him pleadingly, but he just grinned down at her and thrust into her mouth some more. Her eyes were watering and she thought she’d suffocate and then he stopped. Chet took his place. His cock was not as big, but not much smaller either and he pumped in in and out of her mouth almost as furiously as Bill just had. Bill was crouching down beside her, playing with her breasts, sliding his hands over her body and finally between her legs under her skirt.
Pulling her to her feet, they took off her skirt and panties and led her to the couch where she sat in the middle again. They pushed her back into the soft cushions and Chet got down on his knees between her legs, forcing them wide open, wider than she’d ever had them – even for Dave. The guy with the camera was right there, his giant lens looking straight at her pussy and no doubt zooming in. Chet felt between her legs and she was dry. Nerves would do that to a girl. He leaned down and began to lick her pussy with frantic little stabbing motions and then long lapping motions. She lay back, stiff as a log and didn’t give any reaction so he doubled his efforts, sliding his hands under her cheeks and lifting her body up to his mouth. Pressing his face into her pussy as hard has he could, he ground his tongue against her clitoris and she cried out and wreathed. He continued his torture of her body and she responded as only she could, having her most sensitive parts mercilessly stimulated. Bill was leaning over her suckling her breasts, first one and then the other and she rolled her head from side to side, suddenly lost in the sensations.
Suddenly Chet stopped and Bill bent over her, putting two fingers inside her pussy and pumping them in and out. She squirmed when he pushed them too deep, not sure if she was liking it or not. He pressed them deeper and another moan escaped, making Pete in the corner smile. She was a beauty. So innocent. So lost in the moment. So fresh. Not like the seasoned actresses at all. He loved amateurs.
Bill was still pumping two fingers in and out of her now moist pussy, but now he pressed the pad of his thumb against her clitoris. She cried out and her body jerked in pleasurable response. Then suddenly he stopped and she was told to kneel on the couch on all fours. Chet was behind her, spreading her legs and easing his large cock into her body. She stiffened again, he was so big and she wasn’t all that used to having penetration. His cock seemed to fill her both sideways and lengthways and when he started to move it was somewhat uncomfortable. He moved slowly at first, letting her adjust, then slid into his usual practiced performance, pumping in and out of her hard and fast, his breathing heavy, enjoying the tightness of this innocent little beauty. Bill stood infront of her at her face, trying to get her to suck his cock while Chet fucked her, but she couldn’t do more than moan and whimper somewhere in between pleasure and discomfort and not sure which was which. The eye of the camera zoomed in on her lovely perky breasts swaying as Chet pounded, and her little cries filled the room. Chet reached below and vigorously rubbed her already sensitive clit and she gave a small scream, a sound that echoed around the room and that she wouldn’t have thought could ever come out of her mouth. Then he gripped her hips and leaned back, pounding as hard as he could as he drew nearer his climax. “Yeah baby, yeah,” he panted. “You’re so fucking tight, your sweet pussy is still new,” he grunted. “Please stop,” she whimpered, her knees nearly buckling, but he held her up and pulled out suddenly, pumping his cock with his hand and pushing her onto her back to shoot her cum over her breasts. She lay spread eagled and shocked, all modesty gone by now. Billy was pumping his cock too, and he came all over her as well with a loud shout.
“Cut!” Pete shouted. “Excellent, that was excellent!” he enthused, coming over. “You’re a natural, Misty,” he said. “You’ve earned some decent cash today, AND, there’s a small bonus for you for all your hard work, you don’t leave unsatisfied either. From behind the couch Billy retrieved a machine that looked rather like the horse you’d use in gymnastics, just smaller. Almost like a saddle with a gearstick on it and some buttons.
They set it down on the floor and Billy put some stuff that looked like gel on the gear stick. Firmly he bade her to sit on the stick. Uncertain, she did as he said, feeling her tender pussy lips sliding down the stick until her pussy touched the seat of the thing. “Roll camera!” Pete bellowed. Billy leaned down and pushed some buttons and all at once the thing started to vibrate. Immediately intense feelings of pleasure shot up her vagina and into her belly. Her breath came out harshly and she bit her lip and flung back her head in an effort not to cry out in total abandon. Seeing her ability to still control herself, Billy bent down and pushed some more buttons. Unbelievably, the machine started to vibrate even more intensely and Kelly screamed her pleasure at the ceiling, while the men grinned at each other knowingly. Kelly continued to cry out and moan her pleasure loudly for a few more moments and then all at once, and for the first time, she came. Her body jerked and spasmed and her back arched and she flung her head back, crying out, “Oh my gosh, YES!” Finally, after long moments, her shaking fingers reached for the off button and she slumped forward exhausted.
“Cut!” Belowed Pete.
The next day Kelly moved out of her mother’s house. A week later “Misty’s First Time” sold 20 000 copies online within the first four hours of being released.