Sur La Mer

My hair hung down over my bare shoulder in a thick ponytail and Leonie had braided two long strands with beads and they hung down separately, clicking together as I moved.

The final touches were my jewellery. My copper bracelet was replaced by a thick, dark metal bangle that covered most of my left forearm and a diamond encrusted watch replaced my habitual sports watch. I didn’t expect to be able to keep that as Leonie said it came from Vanessa’s private collection. Long pendant earrings hung down to my shoulders and a matching necklace dangled between my cleavage.

I wanted to hug Leonie, but I dared not spoil her work. Someone else would be doing that very soon, but I had no idea who. Instead, I put a hand on her shoulder. “Thanks Leonie. You are amazing. Can you not be in it with me?”

She shook her head, her beaded braids clicking. “Behind the scenes only and strictly girls only, Keren. I’m here a few days, so feel free to show your appreciation in any way you feel!”

I kissed her fingers. “Count on it!”

She led me out of the makeshift dressing room and Vanessa was in deep conversation with a woman with a slightly scary look — short spiky black hair, copious tattoos and piercings, vinyl trousers and a white t-shirt.

Her eyes were wide as she regarded me and her French accent was very thick. “Mon Dieu, you are right, ‘Nessa — she is gorgeous. Fine work, Leonie.” She strode towards me, hand outstretched. “Roxie Rimbeau. Une Plaisir.”

Vanessa chirped up before I had a chance to respond. “Finest porn director in all of Europe. Won’t go near a male appendage but somehow still makes the best movies by a distance.”

I took her hand. “Hi, I’m Keren. Sorry, but this is all happening a bit fast. So you’ll be directing me then?”

It was Vanessa who answered. “No, Keren. Roxie will be recording your every move — you will be directing yourself. We like spontaneity, improvisation, going with the flow — call it what you will. You’re in charge, it’s your show. We have placed a few props here and there for you to fall back on, but the rest is up to you.”

I was flabbergasted. “But… what if I fuck up?”

Roxie shrugged. “Good fuck ups, we keep. Otherwise we edit. Simple. So, if I do this…” She mimed tucking her hair behind an ear. “It means your hair is obscuring the action, so sort it. If I point to my eyes, look at the camera, otherwise ignore it. You won’t find it hard after a moment or so, honestly. If you need a break, one arm straight up in the air. We may give you a few signals to move on to something new, but whatever that is will be your choice. Got that?”

I mimed her three actions back. “Good girl, right let’s go upstairs and make a porn movie!”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah, let’s. No pressure then. The waitress in the nice dress just walks up a set of stairs and becomes a porn star — just like that.”

Vanessa nodded. “Yes, just like that. Just like you did with me, Danica, Christophe, Serge. Be yourself, your wonderful, uninhibited, beautiful naughty self. Do what comes naturally and everything will fall into place.”

Leonie and Roxie went upstairs. At the top, Roxie looked down and pointed to the floor. “Just start here, Keren. There’s a couch in front of the window with a table. Your props are there. Use the couch and the bed at your discretion.”

I fought down panic. “Who else is in it?”

“You’ll see when the time is right. It’s your show to begin with. Come on up and let’s get going.”

I negotiated the stairs with my heart pounding, hoping I wouldn’t trip on the needlepoint heels of the amazing knee-length boots. I loved wearing them and coupled with the dress, I knew if I got it right, it was going to be sensational. It was just getting it right that was the issue. Leonie had done her magic, now it was down to me.

I stood at the top of the stairs and took in the scene. It was almost identical to Vanessa’s previous bedroom, the bed at an angle facing the view, the same couch and table in front of the window. I crossed to the table and looked at my props. There was nothing I wouldn’t have expected and would have been surprised if some were omitted. Looking at Roxie, I pointed at the bathroom door. “May I?”

“As long as you need, no rush.”

I just needed time to think. I sat and thought as I did the necessary. I had already had an enema downstairs. Leonie had whispered before we started my transformation. “Will you be doing anal?”

I hadn’t thought about it, but it seemed likely. “Probably.”

Luckily, I am the sort of strange person that quite likes enemas.

The bathroom was vast and there were all sorts of contraptions in there. There was a jacuzzi the same size as our bathroom in the basement and the shower cubicle looked like a car wash with jets at all angles on the walls, floor and ceiling. Off it were walk-in wardrobes filled with fine clothes and at the centre, a bath that could double as a training pool for Olympic swimmers.

My plan formulated, I finished, washed carefully and went back out. As I closed the door, I saw the entire wall was covered in pornographic and erotic pictures, many of them including Vanessa. I wondered if they were only there when she was in residence or whether the other hallowed guests got to see them. I fought down a giggle as I thought of the Queen flying her Royal Standard when in residence at one of her palaces. Did Vanessa deLaunay have her own porn wall to show she was at home?

I walked back to my indicated starting spot. “Sorry, but has anyone got a phone I can borrow for a moment? I won’t get it messy, just another prop to start me off.”

Leonie handed me hers. “Need it unlocked?”

“No, that’s fine thanks Leonie.”

She and Roxie picked up their cameras. They had smaller ones strapped to their foreheads. Two more stood on tripods pointing at the bed and another at the leather couch. Vanessa stood to one side, well out of camera shot. I went through my opening gambit in my head once more and nodded to Roxie. I wasn’t ready, but would I ever be?

Her right hand counted me down. 5,4,3,2,1.

I took a step forward and the porn career of Keren Green had begun.

I looked at the phone as I moved forward, pretending to read a message, shaking my head sadly as I reached my prop table. “Oh, you naughty boy — I was so looking forward to tonight. Don’t like being stood up, especially by text. What shall I do now?”

Out of the corner of my eye, Roxie nodded her approval. I was off to a good start. It didn’t take a genius to work out who had placed the props for my delectation. I put down Leonie’s phone and opened the silver cigarette case. I pulled out a long, black Sobranie and clipped it into the holder that oh-so coincidentally lay next to it. I lit it using a heavy, ornate lighter and held my head back, so my ponytail fell down my back as I exhaled a long, thin stream. I then picked up the G-Spot vibrator, the last of my three props, and tapped it on my palm as I moved to the window.

I stood for a few moments, smoking, snap-inhaling. I hated it, but Vanessa had been giving me lessons, and it did look bloody good. I stared out at the view for a while as if wondering what to do as I went through my repertoire of moves with the holder. I gave the vibrator another rueful tap on my palm. “Just you and me then, Spotty.” I turned towards the couch. “Again.”

This time, it was Vanessa showing me her approval from the wings as I tried to recall what I had done the first time I masturbated for her. I went through the same routine, and Roxie was right — I just forgot about the cameras even as the two women buzzed around me to secure the best shot. It came naturally and I barely had to think. I cocked a leg over the arm of the chair and began to stroke myself with the end of the vibe, smoke billowing upwards, my fingers on my nipples between pulls on the holder. I warmed to my task and soon my dress was rucked up around my waist and my right breast hung free. I slid the vibe home and left it there, now buzzing and used my free hand to play with my nipple bar. I was getting more vocal and nods of encouragement spurred me on.

As I turned from lighting my second cigarette, a handsome head appeared at the top of the stairs, soon followed by an oiled body and leather trousers. My heart leaped as Christophe strode towards me, smiling.

I looked up at him and ran a finger around my lips. “Oh, you naughty boy. First you stand me up and now you interrupt my chill session. What shall I do with you?”

The answer to that was to unzip him and blow a long plume of smoke on his rapidly stiffening cock. I ran it around my cheeks as he became fully erect, then the fun really started. Danica had said Christophe had a ‘Goldilocks’ cock — just right. She had found Serge a little too large despite his skills and we both relished making out with this great lover who also happened to be a very nice, friendly and charming guy.

Unsurprisingly, I went to town on him and by the time I had finished my cigarette, he was on his knees, lapping at me. I decided lighting another would be overkill and stretched out for a good dose of oral when another figure appeared at the stairhead, similarly attired to Christophe. It was Erich from our more recent evenings with Vanessa. Like Christophe he was also great in bed and a very nice guy into the bargain. The thought of getting it on with these two hunks took my breath away. Leonie tracked him across the floor and Roxie moved in for the close-up. I unzipped him and decided to break the fourth wall. I gazed into Roxie’s camera and licked my lips.

“Looks like my lucky night after all!”

I took Erich in my mouth as Christophe worked on me and realised that our earlier sessions were something of a rehearsal and their inclusion certainly helped the little newbie to settle in very nicely.

We had a lovely, long oral session where we tried every combination we could come up with. I could have gone on all night, but in one of the few directions I got that evening, Vanessa pointed to her watch, then towards the bed.

Ok, it was my choice what happened next and I was hardly going to turn down the chance of these two hunks double-teaming me. I took them both by the hand and led them to the bed.

I turned to Roxie’s camera once more. “Excuse me a moment, but I’m going to have to get lubed up if these two gentlemen are going to DP me.” I held a hand over the camera lens and gave a wicked little laugh.

I put up my hand. “Sorry, just need a strategy break. Who’s got the lube.”

Of course, Vanessa did the honours. Leonie was beaming, the guys looked very happy and Roxie told me I was acing it so far. We had a quick brain-storm and decided how we would play it out. I wasn’t that experienced with it, but I already loved DP. Given my inexperience, I thought it best to choreograph it first rather than go in without a plan.

We resumed the recording with me taking my hand off the lens again. “Welcome back. You’re just in time!” I was now naked, my lovely dress a long way from the action so as not to mess it up. Erich lay beneath me and I sank down on him, easing my buttocks up to enable Christophe easier back-entry. He was halfway in when my third surprise of the night appeared on the scene.

The first time Danica walked in on me having sex led to where we were now. This time, she looked daggers at me from the top of the stairs, her hands on her hips. There appeared to be a chain in her left hand. She wore a leather sheath dress that barely covered her modesty and there were only a few centimetres of skin visible between the hemline and her thigh-length boots. There was a red flower in her hair and I almost had to fight back a tear that she was there and looked so stunning.

Vanessa was right — she was such a good little actress. Her booted foot stamped on the floor and she gestured to my two would-be lovers. “Two of them? You always, always overdo it, always the greedy one, huh? Very greedy indeed.”

My heart sang as I replied. My lovely little Supernova was about to join me in our first ever porn scene together. I recalled her words from our first time. “There’s room for a little one!”

She sneered indignantly. “No thanks, got my own entertainment.” She hefted her chain and tugged on it. “Come on, Nathaniel. Be a good boy — plenty of room for us on that nice big bed.”

Erich and Christophe began to move in me as Danica walked across the floor, the chain over her shoulder, heels clicking. She whistled nonchalantly and tunelessly. Behind her was a large, naked black man with beaded corn rows similar to Leonie’s but much shorter. He looked like an Olympic athlete. As Danica passed, she poked her tongue out and thumbed her nose at me. Ten seconds later, my girlfriend was going down on a very large black erection inches from my face as two French guys double penetrated me.

In sheer joy, I sent out a silent shout to Tasha to tell her that yes, there was more to life than we had ever dreamed back then. I was living the dream and I couldn’t be happier.

At least I thought I couldn’t. When Nathaniel was fully erect, Danica looked up at me. “You’re already very greedy. Suppose you want to be very, very greedy, don’t you?”

My grin said it all and I took the gorgeous cock in my mouth for my first ever full-house. As debuts went, I thought I was doing rather well.

I was glad it was being recorded as the next twenty minutes went by in a blur as Danica and I got fucked from all angles. Nathaniel’s cock was a wonderful contrast to her pale skin and fair hair and I could have watched them all night as she took him all the way, her lips stretching, her cheek bulging. She was in her element and so was I and I was so happy we were doing it together. Vanessa’s smile as she leaned on a pillar by the window said she was happy too.

After countless shifts of position and configuration, we came, facing each other, Erich in me, Nathaniel in her, Christophe’s erection gliding between our lips. She still had her leather dress on, now more like a belt, pulled down below her breasts and up around her waist. As we screamed into each other’s mouths, Christophe pulled away and unloaded onto our ecstatic faces. We kissed and sucked at each other in orgasmic bliss as the two guys pounded into us, then slid off in a tangled, exhausted heap, cheek to sticky cheek.

Leonie saw the possibility as we lay together and signalled us to move apart. When we did, a long string of cum extended between us, getting ever longer as Danica’s eyes widened in wonder. We moved slowly to see how long we could get it to go and I shivered in delight as it finally broke and dribbled down between Danica’s breasts from her chin.

She then took Erich in her mouth and as he came, pulled him out and he unloaded onto my breasts. I did the same to Nathaniel and his load almost took Danica’s head off and she squealed in delight as I moved in for the second spurt. We were there a very long time and the last ten minutes of our porn debut were spent licking and lapping at each other until almost all of the mess was gone. Both camerawomen were on their knees getting close-ups and Vanessa stood behind them. She signalled for us to smile and wave to the camera, which we did and gave each other a final, long, sticky kiss.

As the guys moved away downstairs, Vanessa let out a long, satisfied sigh. “And… fade to titles. What did you make of that, ladies?”

The women stood and switched off their cameras. Leonie took hers from around her head and put them on the couch. Roxie rubbed her knees. She had been in position for quite a while. She looked down at us, shaking her head in astonishment.

“All I can say is, clean them up and let me loose.”

Leonie jerked a thumb at her. “What she said. Fuck, I know there were guys involved, but I’m fucking dripping here.”

Vanessa was silent for a long moment and Danica and I looked up at her wondering what she was thinking. “I haven’t got the words, girls. The guys were amazing, but you two little bundles of joy — you have just made your first porn movie and I guarantee it is going to be a stone-cold classic.”

There was always a ‘but’ with Vanessa. “But now it’s time to go back to the day job for a while.” A finger pointed to the bathroom. “So go and clean up in there, then please go and retrieve that champagne from downstairs while we three ladies have us some fun of our own before we do a playback.”

Danica helped me up and we staggered into the bathroom like Bambi on ice. I took her in my arms and began to shake. “What have we just done, Supernova?”

She sniffed back a tear. “We’re porn stars, Greenie. She came through for us. I love you babe!”

“I love you too, you mucky little pup. Come on, let’s get these boots off, get cleaned up, get some bubbles down us and get back into the action.”

It took us a few minutes to work out how to use the car wash but when we did it was great fun and the excesses that we had not been able to remove from each other manually were soon sluiced away, down into the Mediterranean. We dried each other with towels the size of beach blankets and when we emerged back into the room, the action was in full swing.

We tiptoed past them and went downstairs. There was no sign of the three guys. We poured ourselves two glasses and toasted our new career, then ferried the buckets upstairs. Despite being in the fridge, most of the ice had melted and they were now full of icy water. The three women were oblivious to us. Roxie was intently fitting a strap-on and Vanessa was on all fours, licking at Leonie, her buttocks raised towards us.

Danica looked at the ice buckets, then at Vanessa, then back at me. Her tongue was firmly in her cheek, eyes wide. “Shall we?”

It was just too tempting. Danica picked up the bucket and I took the bottle from it. We both moved behind Vanessa and stood, poised. Roxie looked up and saw our intention and a wicked smile crossed her face. She pointed to one of the small head-cameras on the couch and held a finger to her lips. I tossed it to her and she switched it on. As she had done to me earlier, she counted us down.

On the count of one, Danica tipped the bucket over Vanessa’s back and I rammed the bottle up inside her, giving it a good shake. She went rigid, screaming into Leonie’s pussy as the girl rocked with laughter and squealed as she too got a good soaking. Champagne fizzed from Vanessa’s crack and Danica ducked down to gobble at it greedily. I gave the bottle another shake deep inside her and had a damned good drink myself as Vanessa thrashed and wriggled beneath us and the wine poured out of her.

She finally extricated herself and looked up at us shivering, a huge grin on her face. “You two will pay for that. Oh, fuck I love you girls. Come on, let’s have a fucking party!”

Did we ever have a fucking party, and for the next hour we almost forgot about our playback as five women cavorted on a soaking wet bed and drank champagne from damp, dark crevices. Roxie was relentless with her strap-on and Leonie was a pneumatic box of tricks with the most adorable, pierced pussy. I was almost tempted myself.

When we finally got around to seeing our work from earlier, Danica and I held on to each other for grim death as it unfolded. She had seen it all on CCTV downstairs before she joined us and as the final scene faded out, Vanessa raised her glass and we all toasted the hoped-for success of our joint venture. We had only seen Roxie’s footage. When Leonie’s and the still cameras were factored in, it would be even better.

Danica put a finger to her lips as if in thought, looking at me intently. “So I’m gonna be Danni Supernova. Who’s she gonna be? Keren Green’s a nice name, but it’s not porny enough.”

Vanessa’s idea of ‘Newquay Nookie’ got a laugh but no votes. Danica tried ‘Kerri Pornwall’ to no avail and we sat drinking and thinking for a long time. Eventually, it was Leonie who gave me the name that I would go on to use in my movies and on stage.