Sex with a real-life film star [Long][MF]

I’ve thought long and hard about wether or not to share this story. It was a big moment for me and I’ve recently gotten into writing some of my adventures for you guys, so it seemed a perfect fit, but then I got cold feet. Lucky for you guys I’ve changed my mind again.

I really wish I could tell you guys exactly who it was but 1. It’s something of an invasion of privacy and 2. I still work in the business and don’t know how this could affect my career. So, suffice it to say this story centres around a well known British actress.

This happened 3 years ago, and at the time I was working as a 1st AD on a film set. For those of you who don’t know, this is the loudest role on the set, you constantly have to shout, answer questions, make decisions and put out fires. Everyone needs to trust you and listen out for your voice at all times. Now, I wouldn’t consider myself the best looking chap – I’m not a monster but I’m a bit overweight and grizzly. Something about the job of 1st AD gives you an incredible amount of confidence – it’s like having three pints down your gullet but without any of the terrible decision making that comes with it. It makes you feel powerful. And this definitely rubs off on other people on the set. In this case, the star of the film.

About 3 weeks in to a 6 week shoot at Pinewood Studios in London, we finished a heavy day of effects shots. We stayed in a room all day that was lined with ‘green screen’ to achieve the shots we needed, and our star was strapped to a harness most of the day, flying around on zip wires.

She needed a well deserved rest and called me over whilst the make up artist was cleaning off her face.

“We’re going to have to do that again tomorrow, aren’t we?”

I quickly checked my schedule.

“Nope, we have more green screen next week. Tomorrow is scene 22 and pick ups from 21. We’ll be on stage 6.” I handed her a set of sides from my ever-bulging pack of documents.

“Oh!” Her eyes lit up a little. “Yes, of course. Fran and me want your opinion on costume.”

“Well, I think you should wear one.” After a day of being 1st AD, you go for jokes you never would otherwise.

“Ha ha.” She said sarcastically.

I’ve worked with a lot of actors. Some incredibly talented, some not so much. Some demanding divas and some of the sweetest people I’ve ever met. This actress was professional, self-sufficient and focussed on set, worked hard to pull out excellent performances, and is stunningly attractive in a quirky way. But she’s also extremely welcoming and easy to get along with when out of character. It’s no surprise at all that she has become something of a superstar in the last few years. I’m reluctant to give you details of what she looks like, so insert whatever actress floats your boat in here.

“I think you should probably ask [the director], I’ll grab him for you.”

“No, no.” She said as the make up artist finished up. “He already said he doesn’t know and left it down to me and Fran.”

I gave her a knowing smile. Our director’s most common decision on set was to let someone else decide. It was probably my biggest problem working on the film.

“I trust your opinion more than anyone else’s.” She said.

Something about my novelty t shirt and baggy tracksuit made me disagree with the idea that I had good taste, but as a 1st AD you spend plenty of time pretending you know everything.

“Ok,” I said, “call time tomorrow is at 645, so let’s meet 630 at wardrobe.”

“Would you mind running over with me now? I do things better when I’m not half asleep.” She fluttered her eyelashes at me. She did that same look in a scene a few days before, and it made me go weak at the knees then, too.

“Err, yeah sure. Just need to do some rounds and I’ll meet you there in 20.” If I’d known what I might be in for, I would have sacked my rounds off.

20 minutes later and I walked into the wardrobe block. The place was deserted. I called out for our star and I heard her call back at me from a changing room.

“Come out when you’re ready.” I said, “Your cab will be here in 10 minutes.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, come in here.” She called back.

I opened the door to the changing room and closed it again quickly.

“Shit, sorry.” The actress was in her underwear. Ever the professional, I didn’t let myself have the lingering look I dreamed of..

I heard her laugh out loud.

“Come on, you nob. You’ve seen me when I was an emotional wreck – I think you can handle my pants.”

Not quite believing my luck, I sheepishly opened the door again and took a seat.

She was wearing black functional underwear – shorts and a sports bra. For such bland garments they certainly had my heart racing. I tried my very best not to stare at the curve of her hips and her milky white skin. My little leading man started to quiver in my baggy tracksuit.

“So what’s the choice?” I asked, trying to make her think I only had the film on my mind.

“Right, this one first.” She held up a skimpy dress with a large blue ribbon on its back.

“Yeah it’s nice.” I said. She could have worn a fucking bin bag and it would have looked nice.

“Is that all?” She smirked. “Do you think [character] would wear it?”

“Not sure. Try it on?” I suggested. She gave me a cheeky look. For the first time I felt that funny feeling in my belly. That feeling you get when something great is about to happen. She turned her back to me.

“Ok but don’t freak out.” Without missing a beat she whipped off her bra to expose her naked back.

This incredible actress was standing in front of me wearing nothing but a pair of boy shorts. I noticed how amazing her bum looked and crossed my legs as my cock couldn’t help but strain against my trackies.

She slowly slithered into the dress, with her back still to me. I thought it was a tight fit, as she struggled a little, but thinking back I reckon she might have been giving me a little show. Something for the DVD extras.

The dress looked stunning. Short enough to be alluring but low enough to be classy. It really framed her shapes beautifully, and when she turned around I realised why she needed to remove her bra. I melted in the curves of her soft white cleavage.

“So?” She had noticed my stunned silence, and teased me with a smile.

“You should wear that to BAFTAs” I managed.

“Maybe I will.” She giggled back.

“I don’t know if Fran will go for it though. Maybe it’s a bit too…” I tailed off as she pouted her lips and moved towards me.

“It’s not for her.” She was almost whispering. “You know, when I first met you I thought you were good at your job and friendly.”

“Put that on my gravestone.” I make stupid jokes when I’m nervous, you’ve probably gathered that by now.

“On day two I thought you were funny. On day three I saw you hold everyone together. I bet you like being powerful, right?” She slipped into the seat next to me.

“No more than anyone I guess.” God I’m so smooth /s.

“On day four I asked my agent to find out if you were single.”

I suddenly remembered how odd it had been when one of the sound recordists asked me what I was buying my other half for Christmas. I told him I didn’t have one and moved on.

“On day five,” a day we had been filming some very emotional scenes, I recalled, “I decided I wanted to fuck you.”

I was so surprised I snorted. I remember thinking she was probably joking and that I’d better laugh it off. But my laugh died when she placed a hand on my chest.

The only thing my dumb twat mind could think of to say was – “But, your taxi.”

“He can wait.” She started to slowly move her hand in light circles on my chest.

Now, rule 1 of working on major films – you never say no to the actors. What choice did I have?

She started crawling her fingers up to my face and turned me towards her.

“What about the film?” I said, stuttering a bit.

“What about it. If they fire me they won’t have a film. If they fire you, me and the crew will go on strike.” As the words escaped her luscious lips she pulled me in for a kiss.

This, ladies and gentlemen, was one of the reasons I decided to work in film when I was 13. Older, wiser, fatter me thought it would never happen -but there I was making out with a glamorous actress. The small boy in me leapt for joy, and the big boy in my trousers leapt too.

Now, I should mention something else about actors. They are weird. All of them. Sometimes charmingly so and sometimes embarrassingly so. Sometimes secretly.

When I uncrossed my legs and she spied the tent in my baggies, she suddenly stood, took my hand and led me back out of the changing room into the main wardrobe store.

And that’s where she decided to show me her weirdness. In all its glory.

I won’t bore you with the immediate details, but the result of our next few minutes had me dressed in a Greek style tunic complete with head wreath. I sort of wish I was joking.

We both laughed ourselves into another kiss. I felt brave enough now to run my hands over her and pull her close.

This had all happened very quickly and I felt as if I were in a softly buzzing daydream. I was pulled back into a glorious reality when [i wish I could tell you]’s hand started rubbing my hardness through my tunic.

Now, I’m gonna be in a bloody tunic for a lot of this. Get over it now, please. Focus on the fact I’m getting lucky with an actress. Even if she does have some kind of Greek god fetish. Weird. I mean I’m not judging but…weird. And an incredible memorable experience I won’t be telling my grandkids.

She broke our kiss and pulled down my tracksuit bottoms which I’d left on under the tunic. She then rubbed my dick through the heavy fabric again and sunk to her knees. She pulled my loose boxers down too, and felt the twang of my cock escaping, still hidden under the tunic. She reached up under the fabric and grasped my shaft firmly. She began to stroke me slowly and locked eyes with me with a perfect movie-poster look of longing.

I let out a low groan. She sped up and her look changed to porn-mag lust. She then ducked underneath the tunic and grabbed my shaft with both her hands. It was a perfect fit. I couldn’t see what was going on beneath the material but I felt her twist her hands around my throbbing hardness and engulf my swollen head in her mouth.

I felt intense pleasure ripple outward from the tip of my cock across my whole body. Her tongue swirled and she suckled at my head until it was sopping wet and warm. She started to bury herself deeper on my cock until she only had room for one hand to jerk me with.

She stopped licking and starting bobbing, fondling and tugging on my balls with her free hand.

This is so strange, but at this moment I was sort of convinced that I was at least partly dreaming. I had an odd idea that when this incredible girl stopped sucking and came out from under the tunic, she’d be someone else. I know how bizarre that sounds but I really thought this could not be happening.

But, when she stopped sucking and stood up with a grin, and I panted in pleasure and incredulity. She pulled off her dress and I saw her tits fully for the first time. Quite small, but perky and perfectly formed. I grabbed at them hungrily, and squeezed as she pulled down her boyshorts.

I nearly collapsed when she turned and grabbed a clothes rail, pushing out her delectable bare bum and slightly spreading her legs to show me her pussy.

I mumbled a few words about contraception as I lightly smacked and rubbed her perfect globes. She quickly shut me down and beckoned me towards her.

I crouched to my haunches and lapped at her gorgeous puffy slit. My nose nestled between her cheeks as I licked. She gave a little yelp of approval that I can play back in my head like it’s on a record player. And I often do.

As I tongued at her sweet pussy and found her swelling clit, she writhed and bucked into my mouth.

The wreath on my head was getting in the way so I took it off and got stuck in a little harder. It wasn’t til her legs were quaking that I stood up and quickly fished my cock from the folds of material to push inside her dripping passage.

We groaned in unison as I stretched her pink lips. After warming up with some slow teasing strokes, I thrust hungrily into her, embedding my full length into her wet pussy.

Her pert bum ground into me and she rocked her hips to stimulate herself as much as she could. Actors need stimulus.

I couldn’t be slow any more, I pounded hard into her and started a solid rhythm of fucking, revelling in the gorgeous slapping sound of my skin against her bum. The feeling was intense, raw, and glorious. We fucked each other silly, letting out the stresses of making a film with a strong burst of energy.

I was fucking sweaty in my tunic at this point. I started to pull it off but she told me to keep it on. My cock didn’t care about the heat.

She flicked her hips in time as I railed into her, and her legs began to quiver again. I held my pace and grabbed a handful of her hair as she shuddered and sighed her way through an orgasm. The sensation and the look I could see on her face as she came led my own balls to tighten. I pumped even harder and emptied myself into her – let myself feel as close to her as is possible between two people. She gave beautiful little moans as I shot deep inside her, and I gripped her hips so hard I thought she might snap.

When I’d finished, she turned and pulled me into a deep kiss. We made out all the way through the post-sex glow.

When we finally stopped kissing, we held each other close and locked eyes again with smiles on our faces.

“What are you going to tell the cab driver?” I said after a long silence.

“You can tell him whatever you want. You’re coming with me.”

Needless to say the next couple of weeks were very memorable. I’ve heard since from on-set gossip on various projects that she has had flings on a number of films. Never sees the guy after the wrap.

I do a very different job within the industry now. I mostly sit at a desk. But I’m going to be involved in another one of her films in early 2019. I might insist on making a few on-set appearances.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/79zevj/sex_with_a_reallife_film_star_longmf