Director and Female Students (Student Campus Adult Fiction)

Director and female student

He walked into the studio. The lights were bright. A fair-skinned female student was sitting on the edge of the bed wearing only underwear. The director was giving her some "psychological guidance".

He walked to the director's chair without saying a word and sat on it. Beside him were the photographer, lighting technician, recorder, sound engineer and others. In fact, the entire studio was just a small hotel and a camera.

That's right, he is the male lead of this short film, but today the actress who was originally going to partner with him broke her appointment and went out to play somewhere unknown, so the director had no choice but to use the person he had just recruited.

In fact, it is somewhat awkward when you first get involved in this industry, because you have to strip naked in front of the camera, have a passionate relationship with a stranger of the opposite sex, and sometimes you have to perform some special skills. You have to do it even if you are unwilling. Even if you don’t have an orgasm, you still have to pretend to be very excited. There are really many joys and sorrows.

He looked at the female student, thinking slowly in his heart that she would definitely get used to it in the future, just like her who often partnered with him during filming, wasn't she now spending big sums of money?

"It's also money earned with your body, what's there to be embarrassed about?" She told him this after they had made passionate love once when they met by chance in another county. He thought of her, a friend they had made friends with even though they were not in love. If she really had no intention of selling her body for a "job", the director should not have said "come and see the working environment" when he approached her. He knew that although the director was engaged in such an unscrupulous industry, he would never use false advertisements to force good women into prostitution.

The female student still kept her head down, as if she was unwilling to agree.

"How stupid! If you really don't want it, just say no and walk away. Why are you still bargaining? What about you can only touch it but not play with it..." said the photographer on the side with disdain.

He agreed with the photographer's words. Times had changed. Although chastity was an outdated concept, he could never understand teenagers who were ten years younger than him. Once, he filmed a movie with a female student who was clearly only "working" part-time. However, he was very surprised by her sexual skills. The kind of ecstasy she felt was definitely something that only people with more experience than him could have. He also found a whole group of classmates who came to work together. What was even more outrageous was that he had slept with a pair of twin sisters. In this circle, he thought he understood women, but it turned out that he knew nothing, especially the female high school students of that era.

She looks ordinary, and judging from the bikini-like underwear she is wearing, her figure is not very outstanding. Why would the director pick up a girl like this? As if to prove her identity, her schoolbag was still placed aside and her light blue school uniform was neatly laid out beside her.

He smiled, as he had seen this kind of situation many times. Among the nearly fifty short films he had collaborated with the director on, at least thirty were shot with high school girls. She thought that high school students were nothing. It was obvious from her appearance that she did not have any special skills. If it were not for his girlfriend's recent menstrual period, he would not necessarily want to sleep with that person.

He thought of his girlfriend and felt a little guilty because she didn't know that his side job was making such shameful little movies.

He murmured to himself, "It doesn't matter. I was forced by the situation anyway. She should understand my painstaking efforts."

He always comforts himself like this every time he makes a movie. However, after owning fifty video tapes and sleeping with more than sixty women, his aesthetic sense became very strange. His girlfriend was just an ordinary girl. If compared with those sixty women, she might only rank fiftyth. But that didn't matter. He felt uneasy when he thought of the unfathomable hearts beneath those beautiful appearances. He was afraid that the woman he devoted his heart to would actually have affairs with other men behind his back. He might be able to ignore their past, but he couldn't stand their current infidelity. The proof was that many of the female students he acted opposite had boyfriends. These reminded him of a crisis and also awakened his obsession with beauty. So he would rather choose a woman who was not scheming and did not advocate materialism. What he wanted was a true heart that he could grasp, rather than a graceful but unpredictable love. He thought that the reason why he lacked sensitivity towards beautiful women was probably because of this part-time job.

As a result of the director's negotiations with her, she finally agreed. From the tone of her discussion just now and her indecisive look, I had expected that she would definitely agree.

He took off his clothes and pants and moved to the bed.

He climbed onto her body. It was a very familiar touch. Over the many days, he had experienced many different women, each of them was so bright, white, smooth and soft, but he only had fun with them, one climax after another, one union after another, but when he went deep into their bodies, he was still excluded from their hearts, as far away as several universes.

He thought to himself, were they wrong? Was he wrong for "raping" them? Is it the director who provided them with the opportunity to "work" who was wrong? Or is it that the whole social atmosphere is wrong?

He thought back to the time when he had just graduated from school and was full of energy and vigor. It was very ridiculous, but even more pitiful. It was a time and space where you had to become bad, the white forced you, the black forced you, and finally he realized it. Through the introduction of his colleagues, or should I say the choice of his superiors, he chose this as a part-time job. He used it to numb himself, and subconsciously thought that this was a good way to get rid of being a substitute for his boss.

During the time he was filming pornographic films, he was just an actor and did not have any major responsibilities. He stretched out his hands to unhook her bra and professionally squeezed her breasts. The brown nipples on her slightly raised chest did not attract him very much to suck and bite.

He went further into her middle, he undid the knot at her waist and removed her underwear, he looked at it, it was an expensive set of underwear, he didn't understand why a schoolgirl would want to buy such a thing, how she could have enough money to buy it. Having lost his professional enthusiasm, he didn't want to understand.

Then he moved himself to her lower triangle area, his nose lightly resting on her nylon-like area, and his flexible tongue touching the center of her desire, which was just as bright red and just as moist. He held her soft breast in his hands, his tongue pressed entirely against the center between her legs. He felt a force gradually emerging from the junction of his body and legs, supporting him up. Suddenly, she started crying in my arms. Was she crying? He was suspicious.

The director hurried forward and draped a bath towel over her.

She sat on the bed, covering her eyes and sobbing. Between her arched legs, she could vaguely see the place where his tongue had just been placed. He missed the heroine from the last film. Maybe it was the special plot that made him miss her. In the last film, the director combined appetite and sexual desire together. There was a sumptuous meal, mellow wine, soft music, a naked beauty, and intense breathing...
He was daydreaming with lingering interest, but it was a pity that the heroine of the previous play was from another place and had to work part-time to collect enough money for her personal travel. In fact, he was a little attracted to her, and if she could stay, he might pursue her without hesitation.

A man, he thought, could fall in love with a woman with whom he had physical contact.

Time passed by drop by drop, and his reverie turned back to the actresses from previous times. He compared the breasts of those female students, the touch of their skin, the pleasure deep inside their bodies, and he tried his best to force himself to find out which one was the most special and the most soul-stirring, but he couldn't, because they all made him equally crazy, and even though he was experienced, he had to succumb to their skills.

He may be just one of their many sexual partners. What is certain is that he is not the strongest or longest-lasting one, and what is even more certain is that he will not be the last one. He remembered the twin sisters. To this day, he still didn't know whether they would go to bed with him when they saw a man they liked. At that time, the elder sister's gentleness and the younger sister's enthusiasm had exhausted his physical strength for several days. As he thought about it, he suddenly laughed out loud, because he was the only man who had completely conquered the sisters - although this was what the two sisters said to him when the three of them had a midnight snack at a noodle stall at the corner of the alley after the filming, and whether it was true or false was no longer the point, but there was no doubt that the sisters understood the psychology of men very well, and he was very lucky to be able to sleep with them. If they met again one day, would he be able to maintain his throne?

The director called his name again, bringing him back to reality from his past memories. It turned out that the director had calmed her down. The play can continue filming.

The director took off the bath towel from the female student and crawled towards the mattress. After comparing the pros and cons of the actresses just now, he was frustrated to find that he had become picky. He could not get excited again on this female student who was not a beauty and was not considerate. So, he stood up and moved forward, moving his lower body to her lips.

She looked hesitant, then stretched out her slender fingers to hold him, opened her mouth and took him in, which was just big enough to fill her lips. He pushed his hips back and forth so that he could get pleasure from the wet lips of this schoolgirl who didn't know the technique.

Before long, he was hard and elongated again. The schoolgirl's tiny mouth obviously couldn't contain his size. Suddenly he felt his tip hit her throat. A sudden nausea made her push him away. Then she started crying hysterically again, and said emotionally that she really couldn't go on. The director still came forward to comfort her.

He stepped back and returned to the director's chair. After so many attempts, every time he was about to get hard, she interrupted him. He was really impatient. He had never seen anyone as pretentious as her. Even after being on camera, she was still so...
.

Suddenly he wondered if he was too cruel. He shook his head. Don't have the slightest sympathy for such a woman. A woman has agreed to take off her clothes and act in such a scene. No matter whether she and the male lead are really in love or not, it has already shown that her values ​​are problematic. Since she is going to be filmed, she might as well be real. What's the point of only showing two or three points, using tape, etc.? External behavior is the most important focus. If she has been seen and touched by others, how can she be pure? Did she think that keeping that membrane could hide her loss of virginity? Did she think her future husband would be grateful to her for leaving a membrane for him to penetrate?

He really didn't understand the various phenomena in society where reputation didn't match reality. Female stars slept with producers to become famous, made third-level films to make a lot of money in a short period of time, and allowed themselves to be flirted with by the hosts in front of the audience just to gain popularity. Think about it, aren't those movie stars the same as the super restricted film actress in his arms? The former are for fame, the latter for profit, but most people look at super restricted film actresses with disdain and strange eyes. Isn't this very unfair? Can you satisfy yourself just by watching the actresses posing and posing on TV? Isn't it pornography that soothes young men and women who are just growing up? What's more, movie stars go to bed with a special class, and you can't even see it if you want to, but the actress in my arms is making love with the public. Isn't this what Marx called exploitation and technological monopoly?

"Eh?" He slammed his head hard, which was getting more and more outrageous the more he thought about it. "That's what I was thinking about...
"

She agreed again to continue filming. He climbed onto the bed and grabbed her legs. The bright red spot in the middle was where he was going to attack. Her place was wet and flashing with reflections.

He didn't do much foreplay and just pushed himself in all at once. He enjoyed himself inside her body, either quickly or slowly. As long as it was a woman, the feeling would be the same once he rubbed that place, it would only depend on her appearance, her figure, and her skills in order to bring her greater psychological pleasure.

He was aroused by the warmth and wetness in her body, and his lower body became harder and more impactful. The female student didn't move at all at this time, nor did she tremble due to her lack of sexual experience. Her body was so soft and boneless that she allowed him to please her as he pleased, just like a woman who had experienced many lovesick affairs.

He was surprised in his heart and slowed down because of a momentary distraction. She woke up in the midst of the lovemaking and seemed to have forgotten something. She began to tremble again, covering her eyes with her hands and sobbing softly with tears. He was disgusted by this little action, and then slapped her twice in a manly manner and slapped her hand away from her cheek. She looked at him in amazement.

He thrust in and out of her fiercely with rage, he would not allow her to lift him up to the clouds and then throw him down hard. He became even more rough and violent. She could only lie on the bed, not daring to cry anymore, letting the pushing and pulling movements make her moan.

Finally, after many interruptions, he poured the liquid in his body into her dense black area, but he felt numb. He did not have the satisfaction he had in the previous filmings. This time, at best, he had just completed a job. He could not stand her trouble at first and wanted to leave, but since he had already aroused himself, he had to let it out no matter how troublesome it was. It was always better to release it on the opposite sex than to masturbate in private, no matter whether it satisfied him or not, or whether he was excited or not.

He stood up and turned his back to the female student who was lying on the bed with her legs open. He buttoned his clothes one button at a time. From the corner of his eye, he could see the director walking towards the female student and taking out a bath towel to cover her naked body. Then they started gesticulating and talking about something, but their voices were so low that I couldn't hear clearly.

He doesn't care about that, he just shows his body in the film - from the head down. He knew that four hours had passed since he entered the room. This was the first time he had spent so much time on a part-time job. In the past, the time he had spent filming with experienced actresses, including bathing before and after, foreplay before sex, and the most physically demanding piston movement, etc., only took an hour and a half to finish the work. Then the group went out for a midnight snack and then went their separate ways.

He checked his watch. "It's three in the morning...
Forget it, I won’t take a bath anymore.”

He yawns

"ah…
What should I do? I have to go to work tomorrow, and after get off work I have a date with my girlfriend. I won’t get enough sleep tomorrow…
"

He opened the door and suddenly heard her say something, which was completely different from the sobbing tone just now: "What...
That's just a little money...
"

He closed the door and could vaguely hear the director, photographer and others roaring in anger as they suddenly realized what was going on. The female student screamed several times, and the floor of the small hotel made a very loud noise as those people chased her. When they took her to bed, the sound the bed made was exactly the same as when he was madly ravaging her just now.

He knew what the consequences would be if he angered them, no wonder they were angry. It turned out that this seemingly inexperienced female student had repeatedly interrupted his fun for four hours in order to raise her own value, thinking that the director would feel embarrassed and give her more money for acting. The director would definitely give her more after they took turns using some tools on her for pleasure. He found it funny because he had told the director a long time ago that he should train a group of specialized female stars instead of just grabbing any of them on the street and asking them if they agreed to act in the film. If not, forget it.

It is easy to make money by making pornographic films, and it would be even more profitable if you could make a pornographic actress famous. However, the director insists that they must volunteer and come to him if they want to be filmed. What a strange professional philosophy.

The female student's shrill cries reached his ears. She cried as much as she could, and he laughed wickedly.

In this place with poor public security, everyone just wants to protect themselves. No one would care about a young girl who was gang-raped. There are already enough violent crimes here. Rape is too common in this corrupt society. This place is under his jurisdiction. As long as he doesn't care about it, no one will.