Cassie’s Porn Set Kinky Discovery
When her wrists and ankles were restrained, being at the mercy of her co-star bonded her emotions to him in a dangerous way
Cassie eyed the king, her husband with lust. He lay in bed totally naked except for a sheet covering one leg and his erect cock.
“My love,” she cooed stepping close. The knife lay hidden beneath her pillow and soon the kingdom would be hers alone.
Though this was a film, the castle setting and the freedom of moving seductively was like a form of foreplay for Cassie.
The king smiled and turned on his back as Cassie undid a strap on her dressing gown and it flowed off her like a smooth waterfall. Naked, she knelt on the bed with his mouth eager to go between her legs.
It was at that moment, that the chamber door burst open. The princess entered with armed guards.
“She’s a traitor, father,” yelled the princess, played by 24 year old Becky, a performer who had already worked with Cassie.
“She’s lying.”
The Princess grabbed the large pillow from off the bed and revealed the knife. “As I told you.”
“My wife,” exclaimed the king.
“Guards,” the princess pointed to the queen.
“No, this is a trap.” Cassie protested as the dungeon master and other guards stormed forward, grabbing her wrists behind her back.
The men were dressed in leather pants and flannel shirts. They took the naked queen and dragged her to the door while Cassie writhed and fought in vain.
“Cut.” The scene was a wrap.
Filming was going well in the English castle, built in the 1600s. An orgy scene with twenty performers had wrapped and now Cassie’s moment was pivotal to the story.
The dungeon set was erotic in a terrifying way even though it was a room on the first level. A rack, cage and suspension bar with wrist cuffs were next to a fire pit with a gas flame, making it look real on camera. There were plenty of whips, clamps, paddles and candles.
Cassie and the man who played the dungeon master, Jack Hammer, had gone over them and how each was to be used. “But don’t be too soft on me,” she cooed. “I want some reality.”
“Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he cooed, “You’ll get plenty of it with me.”
As the crew set the camera, lighting and sound for the dungeon scene, Cassie maintained the mental state of her character’s dilemma — the naked queen being caught and ready for a slow, erotic torture.
She sat to one side by herself until Ebret, an actress from the Czech Republic, joined her.
“Do you mind?” Ebret wore a silky robe.
“Please do.” Cassie was wearing a robe in between scenes and was the oldest performer on set at age 52. Ebret was fifteen younger.
“You inspire me,” Ebret whispered. “The industry has to recognize that women of all ages have beauty. I didn’t want my career to end when I reached thirty.”
Cassie turned, placed an arm on Ebret’s shoulder and kissed the woman delicately. “Thank you.”
Then the call came.
“Places on set, please.”
Cassie settled into her position below the suspension bar as the wrist cuffs were lowered. Jack was dressed in slacks made of a rawhide-like material. His arms and chest were bare and the sight of him with his close-cropped hair, strong hands and his cock bulging beneath his pants sent erotic shock waves through Cassie.
She hadn’t acted in years, until one day after one of their real estate deals closed her husband Brendan urged her to try a mature woman category. He was turned on by the older woman-younger woman video clips.
What Cassie did as a lark turned into several film appearances with plenty of sex and now a leading role in a large budget BDSM-themed film. The studio and producers believed a film that was done well could be watched by couples and women with audiences paying in North America and Europe.
Now, it was about the art and the sex.
The pulsating she felt from her pussy, vibrating into her thighs and torso was real. Jake ran a hand beneath her chin and over her breasts while she was tethered to the suspension bar.
All the details were finally in place and the director yelled, “Action.”
“You’re a nice one,” said Jack, holding a single-tail whip in his hand. “The Queen who’s no longer on her throne.”
“You’ll regret this.”
Jack laughed. “Will I?” He stepped back several places, cracked the whip and then let it fly across her back as agreed on.
Cassie gritted her teeth. Jack as the dungeon master whipped her again and again.
Pain alerted every nerve in her body and then he stopped.
“I’ll do anything I want to you,” he said running a hand between her legs. Then he pushed his hips against her. “Feel this. You’d like it, wouldn’t you?”
He reached fingers into her pussy, played with her clitoris and when she gasped, he pulled his fingers away.
But something else triggered Cassie when he wrapped a hand around her throat, holding her tightly and squeezing just enough so she felt the constriction.
He had taken charge. She knew it.
She moved, shaking her hips and ass, fighting the arousal that was no coursing through her veins.
Fuck, she wanted Jack. Every part of him. The cameras, crew and lighting only made the whole setting more erotic.
Jack. She groaned and growled. In that touch, his grip, nothing else mattered.
He moved with ease, cracking the whip, striking her with it, teasing her and causing her insides to boil. Soon she was panting and begging.
“Please, fuck me.” Her words were sincere, though scripted. It was that sweet place actors loved to reach. An amazing feeling.
Jack laughed undid her wrists and then grabbed her hair, pulling her close to him for a kiss. “The queen is all mine. My slut.”
He led her to the rack and settled her on it while several dungeon attendants as they were called gathered around. This was the group sex scene. She lay on her back and Jack parted her legs, fucking her while the other with their erect cocks waited for her mouth and hands.
Then the princess entered, Becky. “I see the queen is finding her pleasures.”
“Yes, she is,” moaned Jack, a man who worked hard to control his orgasm. Coming too soon was a real problem on any porn set.
Soon, Beck straddled Cassie’s face with her tongue exploring Becky’s pussy and ass.
The scene continued with action for several minutes until the director yelled, “Cut.”
Cassie’s hotel room was large overlooking the river near the castle’s location. The shoot had been nice. One more day and then she’d fly home to Los Angeles. Jack was on her mind. So much on her mind. She reclined in a plush chair and ran a hand along her thighs while reading a book. His naked chest and when he stripped off his slacks his cock was so desirable.
But it was acting. Only acting. But it was also sex. Hot, fucking sex. And she would also go home to Brendan. He had called. She should call him back.
Instead, she sent a text to Jack, whose every day name was Martin Benault. “Want to talk?”
It was a stupid coy move. Why not ask him if he wanted to fuck?
“Okay, in a bit,” he replied.
She kept her silky robe on with nothing beneath it. He wore jeans a T-shirt.
He knocked and she opened the door politely. “Come in.”
“That’s a nice talking outfit,” he said.
“Want some wine, Martin?” she asked, swaying as she walked to a wet bar in the corner of the room.
“A little.”
She poured glasses for both of them. “You like being an adult performer?”
He smiled and raised his glass. “I’m a stud. I transform from Martin into Jack and the women crave me. At least on camera.” He drank. “How long have you been married?”
“You’re how old?” asked Cassie.
“Thirty-three.”
“Let’s just say that you were in grade school when I got married.” Cassie smiled.
“So your husband didn’t make the trip with you?” He sipped his wine.
“No, he didn’t. He had real estate deals to follow up on. Plus, I told him to not come along.” Cassie sipped her drink
“You did?”
Cassie let the robe slip off her body and she spread her legs over Jack. “Yes, I did.”
She wanted the freedom of traveling on her own, being naked on set on her own and exploring her sexuality in a way that made her hungry. And now, she was hungry for the man sitting in her room. She tugged off his shirt, unbuttoned his pants and slid slowly, seductively down his body to pleasure herself with his cock, pumping it and then sucking. Licking and then pumping.
“Fuck me, Martin.” Cassie groaned. There was a truth she discovered. She had gone into a sexual place that totally surprised her. It was dangerous she knew. Sex had come alive in her in a way she never could have imagined.
Soon, she was standing with her palms face down on the bed, her ass on display and looking over her should as Jack slid his cock in between her legs. Her vagina was full, her insides throbbing as Martin moved in and slowly out.
The sensation was unreal and now she felt she had taken a leap off a cliff
It was an Oh, my God moment. Could she ever go back to Brendan again? Just go back and have sex with him?
Sure, she could. But as Martin pounded her, reached for her tits and slapped her ass she wanted more. Having guys come on her, fuck her and people admire her naked and barely clothed body, she would always be hungry for more.
Cassie, the MILF. She closed her eyes, knelt on the bed with her ass in the air and continued to welcome Martin. The harder he continued fucking her, the more dangerous her desire was for him. Nothing else mattered.
She was flying back separately from Martin and she knew that was for the best. Otherwise, her mind would be preoccupied with his grip on her throat and that was a dangerous desire.
Cassie’s first on-set experience is here: