Chapter 8
Molly
I am a little nervous as we approach the studio knowing that the opening scene is a sex scene.
I have discussed this with Jazz but there is no telling how he might react to it when it is live in front of him.
But then again I need to know how he will react before we can have any sort of meaningful relationship.
I told him there would be no penetration but I know that the action of the man fucking between my thighs looks pretty damn authentic to onlookers. His hands and mouth will be openly on my breasts plain to see. To be honest, I don’t know how I would react to my lover having a sex scene like this.
The movie is a murder mystery that begins with a wife having an affair with her husband’s boss. The second scene is of that lover being shot dead in a parking garage. But because this man had so many enemies there is no clear evidence of who did it or why.
As the story proceeds, the wife is convinced that her abusive husband is the murder while the cop are more concerned with his mob connection business associates.
I had a chair put right next to mine in the pit where he will have a great view of the filming. “Don’t worry sweetie, we won’t really be fucking,” I told him.
Jazz seems okay with the planned shoot. But you can never tell how someone will react until the action is real.
I kissed Jazz torridly and then took my place on set. I let the robe fall off to the floor and climbed on top of the bed bare ass naked. Moments later, the man playing the boss climbed on top of me and began groping and sucking on my tits. “Action,” the director called out.
Half way through the shoot when Jerry was practically fucking me for real, I glanced over at Jazz which was the same as looking directly at the camera. Jazz had a furrowed brow but I could not tell what he may be feeling.
When Jerry’s body jerked into climax filling the condom on his dick, the director yelled, “Cut.” I know that Jazz seeing the filled condom must have been a gut punch for Jazz. After hurriedly putting my robe back on, I dragged Jazz back to my trailer to get dressed for my next scene.
The moment the door was closed, Jazz ripped the robe off me. He placed me on the couch on my hands and knees and in an instant he rammed his cock into my dripping wet sex hole.
Yes, even though Jerry never penetrated me, the friction of his cock rubbing against my pussy was quite arousing. Grasping my hips Jazz was fucking me furiously grunting wildly while he fucked me savagely.
“Are you reclaiming your property,” I called back to him over my shoulder. “You’re goddamn right. This pussy belongs to me,” he bellowed. I smiled broadly
when I felt the flood of cum that he shot into me. I did not cum but that was okay. I had an orgasm while Jerry was rubbing on my pussy which made the shoot even more realistic along with Jerry’s jerking climax.
In the second scene I am dressed in all black at the grave site since the lover had been Byron’s boss.
The lead actor did a marvelous job staring holes in me during the interment.
As if he knew I had been fucking his boss.
That, of course, raised my suspicion that he was the one responsible for the murder.
Over the next six weeks, I had Jazz read lines with me every night for my next shoot. He gladly performed the sex acts that came up when the husband was taking his wife brutally. After each shoot, Jazz fucked me brutally afterward.
By the end of the filming, I was convinced that though Jazz definitely had his own emotions about my sex scenes, he was still very connected with me more than any man I have ever dated. I am now convinced that Jazz is a keeper.
On the flight back to Seattle after completion of the film, I gave Jazz a surprise sexual thank you for being so good during the filming of the movie.
I invited the sexy blonde flight attendant to join us in a threesome with the understanding that she could never tell anyone about who she had a threesome with. She happily agreed to the terms.
Jazz was awestruck when Wendy and I came into the bedroom completely naked.
“You were so good during the filming that I have to give you a reward,” I told Jazz as Wendy and I climbed onto the bed next to him.
“How many men can say they had a mile high threesome?” I cooed seductively while Wendy took a few minutes to kiss and fondle each other.
With Jazz’s cock as hard as a crowbar, Wendy impaled herself on Jazz’s cock while I sat on his face already dripping wet with arousal. Jazz has no idea that I have a girl lover that has been my lover since college. Yeah, I actually got a college degree before I became a famous actress.
At 26 years old I am four years out of college with a degree and three years on the Hollywood A list. I was “discovered” as a result of an audition that was called because the intended actress for an action film had found out that she was two months pregnant and did not want to put her baby at risk.
My character stole the limelight in that movie
and the rest, as they say, was history. I have been in half a dozen romantic dramas and this current movie had been my first murder mystery.
There had been several sex scenes in this movie as the character slept her way through all of the dead man’s enemies further confirming her suspicion that it was her husband that did the deed.
The final sex scene was with a mob boss that inadvertently admitted that her husband had hired one of his hit men to do the hit which gave her ammunition to get a divorce because of that information.
Wendy and I fucked Jazz twice on that flight home giving him a nice reward for his behavior during the sex scenes filming. While we were dressing for the upcoming landing, I informed him that I will have three months off before the filming of my next movie shoot.
I intend for these three months to count towards a lasting relationship. Jazz has already stolen my heart. Now it’s time to see if we will be compatible for the long run.
Again I gave Jazz a blow job on the ride for the airport to my small mansion home in Woodinville. “You keep this up and I will pop a boner from now on anytime a limo pulls up,” Jazz joked afterward.
It was later that night that I asked Jazz to move in with me. After fucking me senseless, Jazz agreed that he would love to live with me.