Breath's Game

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"It's not what you think you know." Victor stared at him across his desk. "You'll like it for the first couple of times, and then you'll get sick of it." "Get sick of it? No.. Noway!" Then he laughed. "Well, the girls I got working for me are beautiful, I'll grant you that. But.." "There's noway I could get sick of this! Noway! Sign me up!" "But just listen.. The last guy we had here said the exact same thing. He lasted for 2 weeks. It's exhausting. These girls are really playing with themselves.. masturbating. You lose your breath and they don't care. You have to stand up for yourself or they will hurt you." "Jesus Christ.. No problem. I can't believe you're even paying me for this. I'd do it for free!" And Victor finally gave up. "Ok.. Your first shoot starts tomorrow morning." "Morning?" "Yah.. It's with Betty. She likes it in the morning." And he tossed the script across the desk. "Oh my god.. She's beautiful."

"She's a machine." Victor said.

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The sunlight beamed in from the sheer window. Her naked thigh slid up his torso.. "Jerry!" And Betty got up off the bed, frustrated. "He did it again." "Sorry! I'm sorry..." "Clean it up." Jerry said. "Cut! Cut.. Clean it up."

Betty stood up and headed towards the full length mirror off stage. Her naked bottom poked out from the bottom of her white petticoat like two mounds of shining muscle. "Where does he get these fucking losers?" She said, flexing side to side, straightening out her beautiful long blonde hair. "Don't worry honey. Two, three more takes and he'll be done." "I hope so."

Donnie was embarassed beyond belief. It was so sexy.. he couldn't control himself. And she hadn't even climbed on top of him yet. She wouldn't say two words to him. Slowly but surely, Donnie was realizing the kind of work it really was. But there was far more to it than this. Far more..

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Stymied, Donnie re-read the script. The part was simple.. He was to act like he were helpless. Like he were hurting.

"It is the game of breath.. She pumps his face like it were life's fountain head, and never ending.. those hips.. that antagonizing nemisis.. wrapped around his face and never letting it go. Feeding it oxygen at it's whim. She makes the head pop, out of frustrations.. out of an overdose of soothing comfort.. unparalleled in it's attractiveness. But only to the voyeur.. just like a penis. And he learns what she does can never be defeated. He becomes her slave.."

"Are you ready?" "Yah! Yah.. I'm ready. Sorry about that." "No problem.. She's very attractive. Just concentrate on the script." "Ok."

Donnie again lay down on the bed, on his back. Pretending he was asleep.. Betty came in unusaully loud. "Is he ready? I don't know how many more times I can do this." "He's ready." And Donnie didn't even open his eyes. If he did he was afraid he'd do it again. His eyes sunk in his skull.. a nervous shiver tensed up his neck. "Ok.. let's get started."

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Laying down on his right, she slid her thigh up his. The light was soothing. Soft. And it was early morning. Donnie felt the warmth of the strange woman. So intoxicating. So melting. And she gave the camera her pretentious moans of affection and climbed on top of his chest. Despite the obviousness of it all in his mind, he could easily see how such a beautifully delicate creature could get away with such a thing. She were barely 120 pounds. And all the weight in the right places.

She hissed out something for the camera, Donnie didn't know what, and climbed on top of his face. He felt the soft hairs caress his lips, and then the somewhat clumbsy touch of her vagina. Underneath his chin he felt her pinch, as if on que to open his mouth, which he did, and she sunk in. Unafraid.. Doing this sort of thing several times before, and Donnie; the first time, she let sink her sex in his mouth like it were dead weight. And he felt it on his tongue. "Should I lick? Should I comfort her? No! She treats you like a piece of shit! No." And Donnie remained still.

It was exactly the right thing to do to Betty, because she began a massage that slid his whole body up and down the bed like a tabogan ride. And he felt those warm soothing thighs wrap tight around his head. Making ocean waves in his ears. Squeezing in the air up and out his nostrils, that slid tight up against her clit.

It was there that the air rushed in and out. Excited. Dizzied. And experience like that of a dentist's, where one was afraid to open the eyes. And Betty did screw. Donnie, watching with his mind the stare on his eyelids. And getting excited. Getting wet. He could taste it. He could feel it drip on his tongue and on the sides of his nose..

As she played the part, Donnie knew she wasn't acting. The many curious sensations he felt. The crack in the eyelid. Yes! The crack in the eyelid..