Role play : Group : The Death Club
Boobs Inga Boobs!
Cock a Doodle Doo!
On the set of “Le Cock”
Lot 3B DESPERADO Inc Studios, Prague
-The doors to the studio burst open, and it started off a chain reaction of excitement, for the staff and Porn actors of DESPERADO Inc. Waltzing in, done up to the nines, in a stylish Hello Kitty Jump suit in black and pink was none other than Miss Inga Snoggleblom. Covergirl of the Oil of Ole’ range of bull cum beauty products, but also European ambassador for Hello Kitty. Heads popped out of the various sound stages and offices, and from the makeup department, Phillipe gave out a girly squeal, and ran out to greet his favourite porn starlet. “Miss Inga…You’re back!” His voice was reaching dizzy new heights, and he could barely contain his excitement. He was wearing super tight black leather pants, and a loud tropical shirt, that looked like someone had taken a macaw and shot it upon yellow coloured fabric. Inga went into the routine double air kisses, and then held up her new Gucci sports bag, complete with a tiny Pomeranian doggy. It stuck its head out and growled viciously at the airy fairy Stylist. “Ooo what a cute poochie. When did you get the doggy?” Phillipe enquired, drawing back his fingers, for fear of them being bitten off. “When I sworez off menz. He is helping me fill my inner needz to be a Mother.” Surprised by this revelation, Phillipe bent forward and whispered. “You prefer the taco to the sausage?” Curious for the answer, to see if Inga had suddenly become a man hating Lesbian. Inga gave a light shrug, and contemplated before answering. “All I know is men is troublez…and I do the porn..but that is it. This is acting.”- Inga waved her hand casually, like it didn’t matter. Phillipe chuckled and gave her arm a light punch- “When you see what is on offer today….hehehe, I so wish he was doing me.” Appearing stunned by this, and wondering what he meant, she allowed him to lead her off to makeup.
Passing by the Director’s office, Ivor Rissen was just finishing up a conference call on skype, when he heard the chatter of Inga and her stylist, Phillipe. He immediately excused himself, and got up from his chair so fast, that he near knocked it flying. “INGA!”- He yelled out, chasing her from his office down to where they were about to go into the makeup room. Ivor was eager to have Inga back on the set, being that she was a world famous starlet, for many reasons. He reached for both her hands and brought them up to his lips, kissing both, before shaking her hands vigorously. “Welcome back, Miss Inga. How we have all missed you here at DESPERADO. I want to be the first to congratulate you on your success overseas with Oil of Ole’…and of course, Hello Kitty.”- The small Pomeranian snarled and bared its teeth at the Director, who at first wanted to punt it flying across the room, then decided not to upset his favourite star. “Cute…little puppy you have there.” Snapping his fingers, one of his assistants came darting out of the production office, where they had been setting up the many recording machines for today’s shoot. “Take the puppy to the back room, and make sure it has everything a little star puppy could want. “ Secretly, he was thinking of a bag, a brick and a river, but…he didn’t wish to upset Inga. Inga let the assistant take the bag and patted her hair as he showered her with praise. “You arez to kind, Ivor.” Ivor clapped his hands and then his face became serious, as he wished to discuss today’s shoot. “Now, I know Nuns with Bad Habits, we had the issue of the limp dick star.” At this point, Phillipe was trying to drag Inga in to start her makeup and hair, but on the hearing of the episode with the Priest porn actor, he rolled his eyes, stating: “You got more action than Inga here.” Ivor frowned, but his cheeks did go a rosy red. “Yes…well. Enough about that. I have…a new movie. Called simply. “Le Cock” Phillipe started to make a weee sound, and Inga stared between them. “What you meanz…Le Cock?” Ivor burst out laughing and spun on his heel, heading off to the other star’s dressing room. “You’ll see!” Phillipe finally got Inga into the makeup chair and chuckled as he got in behind her and started to play with her hair. Staring straight in the mirror, she asked Phillipe. “What is this Le Cock?” Phillipe tried to suppress another giggle. “In English, I think it means. THE COCK.” Biting her lip, she tried to imagine, what was attached to Le Cock.
Out on the sound stage, the setting that was being prepared by the props department was of a laneway in France, with cafe chairs and cobble stone streets. Obviously, this was to be a French Porn, which was just dandy, since Inga knew a little French, however, she was unsure of just who was playing Le Cock. When Inga had her makeup and hair done, she was then shown her costume, which was a very sheer floral dress that had a split up the side, and with nine inch heels, in red, she would definitely be showing some leg. Her props were a basket of wine and French breads with fake cheeses, and the script detail was she was a young girl who had been to the market, to get her Grandmother food for dinner. It all seemed above board, except there was no bedroom in this scene, the sex acts would be done standing up against a wall. Nothing really out of the ordinary…but..what about this Le Cock? Phillipe ushered her out onto set, much to the delight of her crew and they all went about checking the lighting, while she set down the basket, and quickly adjusted her lace thong. Wriggling about, she heard a very rich, heavy accented man come up behind her and breathe on the back of her neck. “I am Jacque Le Coq…otherwise known as…Le Cock.” He then gave a light…hip thrust, so she felt something VERY large press against her cotton covered ass cheeks. Freezing momentarily, like she had just been rubbed against by an elephant, she sucked in a breath….”Ooo!” The Director came out of his office and up to the sound stage, clapping for everyone to get in their places. “Come along…time is money. AHHH Jacque…you have met Miss Inga. Wonderful. “But by the look on her face, she was now scared of Le Cock. “Uhm…Ivor?. .. Hello?…can we talkz?” Course, Ivor was already getting in behind the camera, and she quickly snatched up the basket as the lights blazed on the set.
The French music starts to play in the background and Inga tries to put on her best face, with dazzling smile, all the while cringing internally about the presumably well hung Jacque. He was dressed as of all things, a footballer who had just finished a game. All grimy and dirty, marks of mud on his face and arms. He had very few lines, since he really didn’t need them.
“Mademoiselle, permettez-moi de porter votre panier. Je suis sur mon chemin à la maison prendre une douche hors tout cela … la saleté et la crasse. Peut-être, vous pouvez venir .. frotter mon dos.”
(translation: “Miss, allow me to carry your basket. I am on my way home to shower off all this…dirt and grime. Perhaps, you can come..scrub my back.”)
With the camera rolling, and Inga knew her lines, and how she was supposed to act, she turns and then drops her basket, scattering the contents all over the stone floor. Wincing, behind her blonde locks, she bends over to start picking up the groceries, when suddenly Jacque is right in behind her, ripping back her cotton frock and seizing her ass cheeks tight, spreading them.
“OUI!” Inga cries out, as really that was her only line….and word.
It was then, she felt the mighty head of his massive cock try to push into her. Inga couldn’t believe how big it was, and made a cry that even had all the other stars come to see the fuss. He was huge…no…He was ENORMOUS. Other assistants urged for the remaining staff to be silent, as they continued to film the action. Inga’s full breasts rupturing free from her fine cotton dress, bouncing back and forth hard, as the French Le Cock, took her hard. She even had to reach for one of the chairs, to keep her from falling forward.
But it seemed her cries were heard by her latest little friend. For all of a sudden, her Pomeranian had escaped from the back store room and came racing up, barking its head off, seeing his Mistress being fucked by Le Cock. Since Le Cock was so taken with rutting Inga from behind, it would be too late, when he realised the tiny Dog was able to jump up and bit his balls.
“AAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!” he cried out, releasing Inga from his hold and twirling around with the dog hanging between his legs.
“Get it off!”
The studio went into meltdown, while Inga tried to stagger off the stage, holding her ass, which was positively throbbing from being taken by Le Cock. The Director, Ivan was screaming at the Dog, and his assistant’s to separate the two, but it had turned into something of a circus. Jacque’s member, quickly deflated, as he decided to squash the dog, by letting his knees give way and flattening him under his ass. The crew fell silent, as the dog made a weak yelp and then no more. Horrified, by the turn of events, and the killing of the dog, Inga staggered to her changing room, chased after by a perplexed Phillipe.
“Ingy…you were great! Pity about your puppy. Does this mean you have still given up on men?”
At this point, the idea of becoming a lesbian, was very tempting, for our Inga, as she clutched her rear. “That was not a cock…that waz a …a….a French nuclear missile! That should be illegal!” She seemed to be in so much pain, she had forgotten all about her flattened puppy. <3>