SERIAL FICTION

The Third Success Guaranteed Her Place In The World

Shadows Of Mayday #33: Candy #4: All movie directors wanted her in their movies after Candy’s third movie came out

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They started out kissing and fondling each other. Item by item, the janitor undressed the student. He bent down to kiss and lick her pussy, suck her clitoris and push his tongue between her labia. His tongue moved down to her other hole. The warm, tingly sensations running through her body surprised Candy. Her pussy got wetter than it already was.

She forgot about the film crew around her, tuned out all the cameras and focused on the male actor. Only the two of them existed. She followed her instincts, pulled her legs up and spread herself wide for him. The male actor looked at her in surprise, but then shrugged and went along with it. His tongue rimmed her back hole. He pushed the tip inside. She was tight back there.

Candy moaned as his tongue pushed in. She remembered she read somewhere that she should relax her muscles. However, with her excitement at these heights, it was almost impossible to relax.

The janitor pulled the student’s ass closer to the edge of the tumble mats. With her buttocks halfway over the edge, she spread nice and wide. He pushed his pants down to free his erection. It was bigger than average and briefly he wondered whether Candy could take it.

He shrugged again, snapped on a condom, and poured an extensive amount of lube on Candy’s ass. He used his finger to spread the lube around, but didn’t penetrate her ass. His cock pressed against Candy’s darker opening.

Then, slowly, he pushed.

Candy moaned.

A mixture of hurt and lust filled her.

The male actor’s cock opened her up, and her first reaction was to tighten the muscles.

Then she remembered: relax!

Candy willed herself to relax her muscles. The tip of his cock slipped in and Candy moaned loud. It hurt, but he was gentle. He kept still and waited for her to adjust to the intrusion. As soon as she seemed to relax again, he pushed in deeper and then waited again.

Candy felt full and filled. She had experienced nothing similar before. When he pushed further, she kind of pushed back, remembering finding this tip online too.

Pain and pleasure mixed.

The male actor pulled back and then pushed in again. His cock went in easier than moments before. Candy looked at him and smiled. Her smile encouraged him to move in and out. He fucked her at a slow pace, but soon Candy spurred him on, asking him to fuck her harder.

And harder.

The pain combined with the fullness made her pussy ooze. The janitor smiled with surprise when she took the full length of him inside her. He fucked her harder than the script said he should. Both of them climaxed, and he collapsed on top of her.

They were still trying to catch their breaths when the sound of clapping hands started. The film crew applauded them. Candy blushed a bright red, and even more so when her male counter player stood up and joined the clapping.

“You were brilliant,” the movie director said, “simply brilliant! I said I would make you a star, but you get all the credit for that. You were born a fucking star!”

Candy blushed even brighter. She was proud of all the praise, but one thought kept on repeating in her head: I fucking love anal sex!

Her third movie was her real breakthrough in the adult movie world. Suddenly, offers streamed in from all over the world. Everyone wanted to work with her.

Candy declined all offers with the same message: I want to gain more experience before I accept any other offers.

She wasn’t ready yet to work with someone else. She had only just started in the industry.

She never stopped working for the movie director. Candy started working for him when she was twenty and now, nine years later, she still worked for him.

At the end of her first contract, she discussed her next contract with him. He knew about all the offers that Candy had been getting, and was thankful that she stayed with him. He offered her a contract, which stated that she could make one movie a year with another director if she so wanted. Candy was happy with this clause in her contract and signed.

From there on she worked with him for 9 months of the year and in the other three months she worked with movie directors abroad. Candy never took much time off from work for herself. During the two weeks in between movies, she was always busy with her work in some or other way. Gradually, over the years, she noticed she needed rest.

The movie director was happy to approve Candy’s request for two months off from work. In the years since Candy was on the payroll, more women came to work for him. None of them became the star that Candy did, but he could continue shooting movies in her absence.

Candy told him about her plans to visit South Africa and be pampered in a secluded resort, where she hoped no one knew her. He told her to keep her eyes open for movie plots. They wrapped up the last movie and before she knew, her bags were packed and Candy was on her way to the international airport.

Only when the couple across from Candy got up, she realized she had missed the call for the first-class passengers to board. She quickly dashed to the counter, passing the line, and held her ticket up.

“Sorry, I’m a bit late,” she said.

The flight attendant smiled, even though irritation flashed in her eyes when she saw the woman with the huge sunglasses in front of her.

Obviously she’s got something to hide, it flashed through her mind.

Candy boarded the plane and found her seat in the business class. Despite the passengers around her, she found her seat had enough privacy. She stowed away her cabin luggage, sat down, and picked up one of the provided magazines.

Candy took off her sunglasses and opened the magazine, totally ignoring her fellow passengers. She was tired and expected to sleep for the better part of this flight, as well as most of the first days at the spa resort.

Continued: Shadows Of Mayday #34

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This story is a work of fiction, and the author’s tribute to all victims of air crashes. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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