Roxy's Script

Hey guys, Roxy writing.  This outtake of Daph handling Ms Marti's right tit and sucking the nipple came from my first real movie script.  Well, it wasn't exactly real because it was never meant to be published and was simply a trial run for me to see how a script would play out.  It was all Marti's suggestion.  "Why don't you write a script, a full script, and we'll film it just like it was a movie being published," she said to me.  "It will be the best way for you to learn the nuances of writing sex scripts."

So, I did.  It took me about a week working on it at night; I could've done it quicker but since it was about Ms Marti and her tits, I had to stop and jill off several times as I wrote.  Marti said not to worry too much about a plot but to concentrate on the dialogue and action.  I have to admit, the plot was pretty lame.  Ms Marti was a college professor who had given two of her students, played by Daph and I, fails on a midterm.  Daph's and my characters knew we were about to be flunk out because of it and we go to see the professor to try and talk our way out of it - with other plans if we couldn't.  When Professor Marti wouldn't listen to our pleas, we put plan B into action: we handcuff her to her desk, rip off her blouse and attack her huge tits, saying we might as well enjoy ourselves before we leave college.  Once we get the tits out and start using them, our anger and fear turn to awe and wonder and lust and it becomes less of an attack and more like making love to her tits.  Professor Marti goes from feigning shock to total giving and enjoyment.  In the end, she turns our "F's" into "B's", as long as we commit to sucking her tits throughout the rest of the semester.  The twist is the reveal by Ms Marti after Daph and I leave that she had seen how we looked at her in class and that it was her plan all along to seduce us.

Anyway, when I finally kept my fingers on the computer long enough to finish the script, I emailed it to Ms Marti and she read it right away.  Afterward, she beckoned me into the bedroom we share.  I barely noticed the concerned look on her face when I entered because she looked so totally hot as she wore only a short silky robe that was open enough to revel the inside halves of her breasts and the inner curves of her areolas.  As it turned out, she was feigning the concerned look, too, and she told me she thought it was a fantastic first try, especially the dialogue.  She loved how I made her tits the stars and not any one of the three of us.  She did have a couple of mild criticisms: the first was that I delved too much into camera positions and that I should leave it to Maria to set the cameras to get the hottest possible views.  "Don't take creativity out of the director's [Maria's] hands," she told me.  "Let her do her job."  The other criticism, which she gave me as she wore a devious smile, was to remind me that film is a visual art and that I didn't need to go into such sordid detail as I did about what her tits, areolas, and nipples look like.  "But," she added, "what you wrote is fucking hot!"  With that she loosened her robe a bit and pulled out one of those giant tits, its areola tight and its nipple long and hard.  Ms Marti's usually not as aggressive as she was that night; she force fed me her tits and nipples (as if I had to be forced!) and throughout the night she dictated the positions to feed me.  And feed me she did!  She didn't hold back the milk one drop!  It's absolutely (udderly?) fantastic that when you drain all the milk from one of the tits - and that can take over an hour - then go and drain the other one, that by the time you've finished the second one the first one is full again so it's all night milk service!

So we did make the movie.  It took two days and some 14 hours of filming to make the 2 hour video.  And since 90% of the movie was Daph and I playing with Ms Marti's huge tits, you can calculate how many hours we were handling them!  Sometimes we would have to reshoot because Daph or I flubbed a line but most retakes were so Maria could try different camera angles or lighting or sound positions.  (I sometimes think she just did some retakes because Marti was enjoying it so much, as were Daph and I.)  How fucking hot was it to be holding those incredible tits, poised to suck the world's longest nipples, as three camera operators adjusted their views and technicians moved lights and microphones and everyone there focused on the tits and Daph's and my hands and mouths.  Often, several minutes would pass as we held a position, the tits in our hands, as Maria got everything set.  God, how the sexual tension would build, not just for the three of us in front of the camera, but for everyone on the set.  Everything, everybody, focused on them - those amazing tits.

It was astounding to me to see those words I had written (written when I wasn't massaging my clit at the thought of doing what we did) becoming reality.  But it's not the script I'll remember most, but three other things.  First was the ambience of the set.  It was quiet other than the dialogue, Maria's orders, and Ms Marti's moans; it was professional with everyone (there were nine people behind the cameras to go with the three of us before them) concentrated primarily on the tits; and it was sexually turbo-charged - you could see hard on bulges in all the guys' pants and hard nipples in all the gals' blouses.  The second thing that was so hot was Maria's perfectionism.  I had probably gone into too much detail of the position of the tits in the various positions, but she took it to another level, often moving Daph's or my hands and inch here or an inch there in order to get the perfect view of the tits and what we were doing to them, sometimes having us put more or less nipple in our mouths or turning our head a bit this way or that so the lights could illuminate perfectly what we were doing and the cameras could record it from different angles.  The third thing was Ms Marti herself; I had written in for her to have 4 orgasms, with retakes, she had a dozen.  And they were all real!  Each one was as real as if we had been alone in our bed and it her first of the evening.  Each one came with a gush from her cunt, her skirt - which never came off - absolutely soaked, each one perfectly on cue as if my words were reality for her body.  And it was like her nipples had spigots inside them, the milk coming on and going off to the timing of the script.  But most of all it was how she made it be all about the tits and not about her, and she did it all so instinctively, as though she had done it a thousand times before, which I guess she has.  Ms Maria rarely asked Marti to alter a pose because Marti knew just what to do to maximize the exposure of her breasts.  Wow!

(Well, maybe there was a fourth thing I'll remember - the fragrance of the set, the sweetness of the smell of Ms Marti's pussy juices and breast milk.)

Fuck, guys, I gotta stop writing and go jill off again.  Hope you enjoyed my indulgence with you of seeing my dirty mind turned into a wonderful experience!