Their shows turned into drunken orgies with audience participation.

Their shows turned into drunken orgies with audience participation. Their shows turned into drunken orgies with audience participation.

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

She appreciated the wonders of the male body as she watched with some satisfaction this man standing before her like a Roman god, his penis proud and erect like a policeman's truncheon ready to strike.

Summary

She appreciated the wonders of the male body as she watched with some satisfaction this man standing before her like a Roman god, his penis proud and erect like a policeman's truncheon ready to strike.

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Submitted: April 22, 2017

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Life was good for Maria and Jonathan her husband of just seven months before tragedy struck and Jonathan was killed in a freak car accident when he fell asleep at the wheel of his beloved dark red E-Type Jaguar, after leaving the casino in the early hours of Sunday morning. The car left the road plummeting down a steep embankment finally coming to rest across a little-used branch line that linked the village to the main train line to London.  He might have survived the crash with only a few minor cuts and bruises and his ego a little deflated if only the 3-o'clock early morning milk train had been a few minutes later as it usually was, but sadly for him not on this accusation. “You could say the milk train was dead on time.”

Maria had little to show for their engagement years and the passed months of their married life just a few wedding photographs and fading memories of the good times together, mind you, she also inherited a large Victorian house standing in several acres of open countryside. Jonathan had purchased it long before they met.  It wasn't however, until after Jonathan's death Maria became aware of the mountain of debts he had left behind, debts she knew nothing about. Now she was being harassed daily with threatening unwanted solicitors letters and hounded by aggressive phone calls and threats from debt collectors calling at the house. 

In the end, and as much as it pained her she had no choice but to either pay off his debts or lose the house.  After giving her bank account a right hammering clearing all the debts, it was now looking decidedly worse for wear, and with no money coming in to top it up, 21-year old Maria realized she had no choice but to find a job.  Something she hadn’t had since leaving modelling work after just two years with a significant health bank account and a boyfriend who at the time seemed to be rolling in cash.

Maria was a stunning tall natural blond with soft, creamy white skin and a perfect, fabulous hourglass figure.  Men and even women would willingly walked over hot coals just to spend one night of passion with her.  Even while talking or just standing she oozed wild sex appeal.  It was rumoured Bill Bradbury the owner of the small village shop where she collected her groceries each week couldn't even talk to her without trembling and becoming aroused and hard, and dashing off to the toilet for a quick hand-crank as soon as she had left his premises, “and him a married man!”

Even though Maria needed to find a job, and quickly. Working for a living wasn't something she was used to or looking forward to in spite of her drastically depleted bank account. She had no plans spending the rest of her life stacking shelves in some grotty supermarket; a job like that, for sure didn’t feature in any of her thoughts.  She couldn't visualize herself sitting at a checkout counter while fat old men tried to look down the front of her blouse or offer her a few miserable bob for a night of passion.  She had been there on the cash for sex requests so many times before when she was modelling for a top fashion-house, and now such request had become very tedious.  Instead, she decided to set her sights higher, after reading an advertisement for extras required for a small movie company making a low-cost budget film in and around the grounds of a country mansion on the outskirt of the village where she lived.

The casting director, Mike Thompson was overwhelmed with her beauty and he immediately offered her a part.  He explained the film was going to be an adult medieval comedy-romp set in and around the grounds of a large country mansion.  Some scenes would require her along with other members of the cast to be skimpily dressed or even full frontal nudity would be required.  Maria didn't have a problem with that; she knew she had a terrific body.  Anyway, unknown to her late husband and for a little bit of extra and quickly earned pocket money she had posed nude on several occasions for the local artist Garmire Muldoon.  Muldoon was a deadbeat long-haired hippie, whose only recognition and rise to fame in the fickle world of art, was, his exceptional talent for painting breasts of all sizes. Not that Maria was concerned about any of that; she had a magnificent pair of knockers with large pointed suckable strawberry nipples.

Filming began on a warm July morning and was scheduled to last over the next six weeks. There were a couple of well-known comedians in the lead roles. The script, however, was weak and unfunny.  To compensate for the poor quality of the writing and to save the film from the cutting room floor, additional material and filming were added.  Even though the new material was an improvement, it was, for the most part, still lacking any serious comedy content.  In spite of this, the actors and extras tried to save the film with their own form of ad-libbing. 

Regardless of their intervention and replacing the original film director the storyline was little better.  Consisting now of even more shots of naked screaming young girls running around the ground of the mansion; being chased by horny guys waving their cocks at them. Or some skimpily clad virgins reclining on large black leather reproduction antique couches eating grapes, unknowingly soon to be ravaged by a gang of sex-starved knights just back from the Crusades who were looking forward to hanging up their shining armour and using their helmets once again.  As a result of the extra titillating sex scenes added and due to Maria's natural beauty and sex appeal, she was chosen far more often than any of the other girls, particularly for the close-up scenes and the bedroom romps. 

One morning there was a buzz of excitement among the other girls on set.  They had heard rumors some of the newly added scenes would involve the Welsh male stripper and porn star Johnny “The Crack-filler” Evans. The management offered him a part in the film hoping his name and reputation would help boost the film's rating should it ever be released.  Johnny was well known for the fast turnaround low-cost budget movies, but not for his limited acting ability's more for his magnificent athletic body olive silky skin and ruggedly handsome look.  Being blessed with a 12-inch cock, and a pair of balls that would look equally at home swinging below a Baboons pink arse made him the perfect choice for any seedy, watch in the dark under the raincoat movies.Maria had never met or seen any of Johnny’s films. She had heard lots about him from the other excited girls and was looking forward to their meeting.  Did he really have a 12-inch cock?She wondered. 

Having only once encountered a man of such enormous proportions.  It happened on a warm June afternoon while sitting in the park looking across the small lake and watching the ducks, in-between reading her magazine; when she saw a shabby looking tramp walking towards her.  He stopped and stood at the side of the bench looking down at her.  Beneath his long uncombed hair and beard and his old 1930s ill-fitting tatty brown suit, and his disheveled state it was evident he was still a relatively young man who had, for whatever reason fallen on hard times.

Under normal circumstances, Maria would have tooled him to go away, sling his hook or she would call the police, but on this occasion and for some unknown reason the hobo attracted her attention, and she smiled up at him.  Expecting him to ask her for money for a cup of tea or something, as was their usual request.  She started to open her handbag looking for her purse.  The man didn't speak to her.  Instead, he gently placed his right hand on top of her head and softly stroked her hair while with the other he began undoing his trousers buttons.  She watched him as he slowly loosened them one by one.  I suspect even this young down-and-out expected her to run away screaming threatening to call the police, it had happened to him before, but not this time, even for him this encounter was different, it was a first.

Everything about this guy fascinated Maria and as he struggled to undo the final two buttons she reached over smiling up at him. “Let me help you with those,” she said, in a quiet sexy voice that was well chosen for this strange encounter.With her long slender fingers with dark red nail polish, she unbuttoned the last two buttons and without prompting slid her right hand inside the open trousers of his ill-fitting brown suit.  The young man quivered, as she searched inside his briefs and took a firm hold of his young hard cock, slowly removed it from within his pants.  The size and width impressed her it was by far the largest penis she had ever experienced or fondled.  She enjoyed squeezing and caressing it along with his massive balls hanging down like a couple of pendulums on an old grandfather clock. 

She appreciated the wonders of the male body as she watched with some satisfaction this man standing before her like a Roman god, his penis proud and erect like a policeman's truncheon ready to strike.  Bending forward she began sucking and licking the end of this magnificent pulsating member; such foreplay would usually have been a real turn-on for her.  However, on this occasion and as handsome as the man was, she had no desire to upgrade, no wish to take this chance meeting any further with a possible date or maybe even full on sex.  He didn't do it for her; he just didn’t turn her on, she wasn't becoming aroused and ready for sex, it wasn’t happening.  This seemed to be just one of those unexplained boy meets girl moments.  Knowing as women do, he was about to climax she increased the pressure and rhythm on his hard begging penis.  She watched with a sense of victory over the man as he violently shook and trembled, his white life giving sperm flowing freely from him onto the green grass at the side of the bench. 

Hunting around inside her bag, she found a few loose tissues and handed them to him as he sat down beside her releasing the last few drops of sperm from his relaxing cock, himself, before curling it back into his pants and buttoning them up.  Searching her bag once more, as she stood up smiling down at him she pushed a twenty-pound note into his right hand.  He didn't hesitate to take it as she walked swiftly away, not turning back.  The man said nothing to her throughout the encounter; in fact, he never spoke to her at all.  Later when he was with his other deadbeats under an old disused railway bridge, he couldn’t stop talking about his encounter with a most beautiful woman he had ever meet.  None of the others believed him. They all laughed at the preposterous idea any women in her right mind would stoop so low, as to give him a free hand-crank, with a blowjob on the side, the idea was just so ridicules.  Their advice was.  “He should take more water with whatever he was drinking at the time.”

Maria's first meeting with Johnny was onset, and it all went according to plan.  Not only was he exactly as the other girls had described him, ruggedly handsome with olive skin and piercing blue eyes.  He had a terrific physique and often referred to as the bronze Adonis.  Maria was looking forward to working with him, instinctively knowing she would be the one casting director Mike Thompson would choose from all the other girls for the close ups and sex scenes with Johnny. 

Although most of the girls were cute and sexy, in the sex department none came even closer to her.  Johnny also knew from the moment they met she would be his leading lady.  He knew because his huge cock began twitching with anticipation within his tight fitting pants the minute he set eyes on her.  He always relied on his horny feeling as the perfect indicator towards a fabulous sex session. His naturally and unique assessment of happy days to come was seldom wrong.

The new director, Jack List decided now Johnny had joined the cast he would edit all the scenes that involved Maria in any compromising situations.  Although she hadn't been to bed with any of the guys he considered her natural beauty and sexuality was being wasted on trivial scenes such as her nudity in the ground or inside the house as one of the virgins.  Knowing from his vast experience of producing such films retaining Maria for a more seductive roll with Johnny and finally finishing the film off with a massive sex orgy at the end would boost the rating and help promote it into the cinemas and home market on general release.

Maria's first scene with Johnny began with her dressed all prim and proper innocently walking through the woods humming a tune and picking flowers.  Unbeknown to her she was being stalked by a gang of sex-starved ruffians hiding in the bushes wantonly licking their lips and getting ready to pounce.  As she approached their hiding place, she sensed she was being watched, and in danger just as the men jumped out.  She started running and screaming but she was soon caught and overpowered by the gang who dragged her to the ground and in seconds stripped off most of her off her clothes.  She was still kicking and frantically struggling with the men when Johnny who was lying in a cornfield kissing and cuddling a couple of skimpily clad young girls heard her screams.  Leaping to his feet, he charged over to where the attempted rape was taking place and quickly sorted out the lowlife thugs who ran away. 

Picking her up in his powerful arms and running with her back to the mansion where her father, Lord Philbert, greeted him.  Seeing his daughter so distressed he ordered Johnny to take her up to her bedroom and instructed a couple of serving girls to assist her.  Johnny gently laid her down on the huge four-poster double bed. He looked into her closed eyes as the two serving girls walked in.  Maria opened her eyes and giggled grabbing him around the neck and pulled him to her kissing him hard on the lips, the two girls moved closer to the bed. “Hands off you two, this is my date for the party." She said kissing him again and as rubbing her hand up and down his muscular thighs give his cock a little squeeze. "You will be coming to my birthday bash won't you?” She asked smiling at him as the other two girls joined them and sat down on the bed stroking his hair.

When Lord Philbert was informed his beloved daughter was perfectly fine and had suffered no ill side effects from her ordeal, and even though he considered Johnny an obnoxious odious fellow he was still so grateful when Maria asked if Johnny could come to her party, he was delighted and welcomed him with open arms, little knowing Johnny's reputation as a Casanova and baby maker. As you would expect the party was a crazy drunken sex orgy that would have been censored drastically to keep it within the bounds of what was acceptable in the regular cinemas.

Maria's first love scene with Johnny was at the party. Johnny was dancing with another girl. Maria shoved her out of the way and led him by the hand to her bedroom. It was a moment in the film Maria had been secretly looking forward; she had fondled his limp penis through his tight trousers when they first met on set and knew what the other girls had said about him were true. It wasn't long before they were naked kissing and cuddling on the bed. As Johnny began making love to her, she realized his energy levels and his passionate lovemaking skills were way above anything she had experienced before. What should have been a discretionary one-foot out of bed and on the floor, instead devolved into a full blown sex scene with both of them going at it for real, moaning and trembling, throwing back the sheets with utter abandonment while the other actors and extras cheering them on.

Mike Thompson was agitated by the situation and tried to separate them and stop them from doing it for real, threatening them with the sack and loss of wages, but he was told in no uncertain terms. “Piss off, but keep the cameras rolling!” The film was eventually released. However, no one had any high expectations for it; maybe it would do the rounds for a few months before being relegated to some little watch porn movie on the pay as you view TV, before ending up in some porn collectors archives. 

Johnny was so impressed with Maria he invited her and a few of the others to accompany him on tour of Europe. He had advanced booking for shows in some of Europe most expensive and high-class nightclubs and private mansions, some were even booked onboard luxury yachts, moored in the south of France. The tours consisted of blue comedians, strippers, and sex-related fun. The evening was rounded off with the performance of a couple of live sex shows on stage including a three girl lesbian rape along with a good old fashioned spanking session, with audience participation and an orgy that included anyone who wanted to join in, young or old. The shows were so popular they soon became legendary around the world.

While performing one of the shows in a high-class nightclub in Germany Johnny received a phone call from a theater agent in America. He invited Johnny and the rest of the troop to tour the USA; he said he had booking lined up and more to follow. Massive amounts of money were being discussed and with deposits paid; and; contracts signed. The troop were soon touring the USA.

Over a very short period the shows became highly successful, and as their popularity grew the money the cast were earning increased dramatically, and it just kept on rolling in. Over the following months, the original members of the troop watched in astonishment as their bank account swelled from just a few pounds into many hundreds of thousands of pounds.  With the bookings soaring to an all-time high, more sexy beautiful people were being employed by Johnny Maria, however, seeing Johnny's attentions now being focused away from her and more on the new, younger and more attractive girls decide to leave the show and return to the UK. Johnny didn't seem bothered about her departure. It wasn't until arriving at one of the most prestigious venues things became complicated.

The money for the show had been paid upfront. However, when the troop arrived at a large mansion on the outskirts of New York and began unloaded their equipment from the vans, Mr. Edwards, the shows, organizer, asked about Maria and why wasn't she with them? Johnny tried to explain Maria had left the show and had returned to England. Johnny was surprised by Mr. Edwards's response to the news of Maria's departure.  He flew into a rage demanding the contract must be adhered to, or the payment refunded immediately. Johnny attempted to calm him down but to no avail and with that the show was canceled.

Johnny decided he would try and stale paying out the refund, however, when Mr. Edwards was joined by several large menacing looking guy’s dressed in black tuxedos and with unusually large bumps by their left breast pockets he decided giving a refund was the best course of action on this occasion. Sadly for Johnny and the rest of the troop. Just as fast as the good news about the shows spread, at an equally fast pace the bad new regarding departure of one of the shows major stars also started to become known, Johnny now faced some client also cancelling and demanding refunds.

On the other hand, Maria had returned to in England and was looking forward to seeing her old house that had been boarded up for over three years. She decided to call in the builders as soon as she got back home to get it all sorted out. Choosing instead to stay in a hotel until completion of the work. As she got out of the taxi, in front of her house, she was surprised to see all the boards had been removed from the windows, and curtains were hanging up. A stranger's car was parked in the driveway, along with an array of children's toys scattered about the front lawn; her first thoughts were squatters had now occupied her house.

She was so annoyed she decided to walk straight into the house and meet with them face-to-face, however, when she tried her key in the locked front door it didn't work, all the locks had been changed. This turn of events made her even angrier, rapping hard on the door loudly with her knuckles. Eventually, an attractive black-haired young woman wearing a tight fitting white t-shirt and jeans finally opened the door. Maria went into attack mode, demanding to know who the hell she was and what the hell was she was doing in her house?  The woman was surprised by Maria's outburst and immediately called her husband a tall, thin chap with a ferrite like face, who came quickly and stood by his wife's side. He told Maria in no uncertain terms the house belonged to them they had purchased it from the bank over six months earlier, and if she didn’t clear off, he would call the police.

Maria was bewildered, how was it possible for them to own her house? She hadn’t sold it, and in any event, there was still a small mortgage left to pay on the property that was passed down to her after Jonathan’s death. Maria wanted answers instantly phoning the bank and insisting on seeing Mr. Greson, the bank manager, however, since it was late on a Friday afternoon, the bank told her they would make an appointment for her to see someone first thing Monday morning.

With time on her hand, she reflected on the family now occupying her houses and the mans bad attitude towards her, she decided to visit one of Jonathan old school friends Martin Fisher; who had helped Jonathan out once before with some business deals that had gone tits-up.  If you didn't know Martin on meeting him, you wouldn't associate him with anything other that a tall, handsome, well-spoken and smartly dress young man who was always polite and obliging. You might consider him to be a businessman of some standing, or even a top executive, or politician. 

If that was the type of chap you thought he was, you could not have been further from the truth. The facts were far more sinister regarding Martin Fisher. This well-groomed charming thirty-something man was one real tough hard bastard with connections among the less salubrious people within the community, and the country making a ritch living from illegal dept-collecting, repossessions, and evictions, prostitution, and smuggling.

Because Maria knew, the bank had no rights to sell her house; they would have to return it to her; she might, however, need the services of Martin and his friends to evict the family from her property by force if necessary. She considered the family to be nothing more than squatters.

Maria met with the bank manager on Monday morning as arranged, but to her surprise, it wasn't Mr, Gregson, the new manager Mr, Wallet, who told her "Mr. Gregson, had left the bank and had sadly passed away a few months earlier."  She asked what rights the bank had to sell her property, and more importantly, what were they going to do about it?

Mr, Wallet tried to give her the old brush her off, denying her loss was anything to do with the bank, and it was a civil matter between her and the dependents of Mr. Gregson. He said the bank was not prepared to either give her compensation or evict the family from the house, and in fact, they were not prepared to disgust it any further, and she was shown the door, with a snide suggestion that if she wasn’t satisfied she should then contact her solicitors.

Maria knew their advice might be the only way to retrieve her property but it would be a long drawn out court case against the bank; she also knew they would throw hundreds of thousands of pounds at the case just to win and she could end up with no house and all the considerable court fees to pay.

It wasn't until after Maria departure from the show Johnny realized she was, in reality, the keystone to it's unique and lucrative success. With the exit of Maria and with money in their pockets, most of the original cast members had also decided to leave the show and return to England. Johnny had no problems recruiting and replacing them with a younger sexier cast, but in truth, his heart wasn't in it, he longed to achieve his dream and take the tour of America on a couple of old vintage Harley Davidson’s, with Russell his soundman and his mate for over ten years.

He also realized the new attractive young girls didn't want sex with him, who they considered at only 25 to be a perverted old man who was taking every opportunity to groping or have sex with them. They wanted the new young bucks; the baseball starts the musclemen, the athletes and there was no shortage of them to satisfy their requirements, they were all in the show, many of them Johnny had recruited personally.

He decided to follow his dream and leave the show handing down the running and organization to one of its upward coming starts and one of his most trusted friends. "Annabelle Turner" better known throughout the world of porn for her live sex shows with four or five men at a time on stage and her humiliation of men or women volunteers taken from the audience. She and Maria had also designed and produced a four-way double penetration-vibrating dildo that was inserted into the two women by a boy and girl from the audience, even though Maria had left the show, that part of the act was still highly popular, and that on its own would have kept the cash tills bouncing.

Johnny’s tour continued to go well, and him and his mate were having a great time. The show under the direction of Annabelle was breaking all past box office records. Everything was running smoothly until tragedy struck. Russell was killed when a huge truck ran him off the road on the last leg of their epic tour.  Johnny was devastated abandoning the rest of the trip and also deciding to return to England.

 

If you want more of this story please let me know.

 

Take care

 

Desmo


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