I was called into the office to see the Director and Producer. "Thank you for popping in. We hope you can help us. " "I will if I can, what's the problem?" "Well, present company excepted, Zane is the hottest model we've had in years, maybe ever." "And?" "It seems he only wants to have sex with you, and in the studio. We would like to have him in a group scene, and maybe on location." "I see. I think asking him all that in one go would be a bit much. Start with a threesome in the studio, and progress it from there, perhaps with Jake or Antoine, as he knows them." "You're a good lad, thanks, we'll work on it."
At home, I laid the ground work, by suggesting to Zane we had Jake round for an evening, "You can both fuck me, or you can have the two of us.". He kissed me on the cheek and gave my balls a squeeze. "I'd like to have both of you at the same time, I've got enough cum in me." We fell onto the floor, kissing, groping and stripping one another. He took me there, on the carpet in front of the fire.
Having already clued him up on the phone, Jake duly arrived. He kicked off his shoes and kissed both of us. In the lounge, I came straight point, "One at a time, or both together?" Zane, completely unabashed said, both of you, probably twice, if Jake stays long enough. We went to the bedroom, stripped, and climbed onto the bed. We were a tangle of arms, legs and lips as we made out. Eventually, Zane told us to get side by side on all fours. For five minutes he ate asses, then I felt the tip of his penis on my ring. Slowly, my ring opened to accept his member. He pumped away with less gusto than usual, presumably not wanting to cum too soon. Then he transferred his attention to Jake, giving him the same treatment. On and on he went, for twenty minutes, before firing the first couple of volleys into me, then finished off in Jake. Neither Jake nor I tossed, as we knew there would be seconds. We had coffee while he recovered, then went back to bed. This time, Jake and I lay on our backs, holding hands, and he took it in turns to mount us. Another 30 minutes of back and forth, and he shuffled round and blew his load over our faces. With Zane satisfied, Jake had his way with me, and bred me as I jerked off. Once we had recovered and dressed, we had coffee, and I put it to Zane that he do it on camera, preferably on location, as it would look more authentic, "We can even have Antione, if you're up to it." He saw that as a challenge, and after thinking about it for a minute or two, agreed, but he wanted in on the discussions about the scenario.
I reported back to the bosses, who were delighted with 'my work'. A meeting was arranged, which Zane and I attended. We discussed the possibilities, the beach, a gym, etc. We had a catwalk coming up, and we thought a rehearsal for that would be perfect. We decided to do exactly what we'd done at home, with the catwalk between parts one and two. A stage was set up, and other members of the company made up the audience. We were in the changing room, undressing to put the show-clothes on when we start kissing. One thing led to another, and soon we are in a heap on the floor, kissing and making out as we had practiced. With Jake and me side by side with our bums in the air, Zane took control, fucking the pair of us. One camera showed the whole scene, the other zoomed in on the sex. Jake and I kissed as Zane went back and forth, but didn't touch ourselves. Zane had learned to play up to the camera, taking it out, spitting on it, and sliding back in at an angle, so that the camera had good view. He managed to hold out for nearly 30 minutes, before splattering over our backs. We dressed for the catwalk, with several changes of costumes, and then back for the second go. Once again, we made out, at one point each having a cock in our mouths. Jake and I lay on our backs, holding hands, and Zane took control, going from one to the other and changing positions, ad-libbing as he went along. Jake and I were only too willing to go along with his performance. It would have to be edited down, as it was 45 minutes before he had shot over our faces, Jake had bred me, and I'd jerked. We dressed, and relaxed back, waiting to see the finished article, but it was taking so long to edit well, we were told to come to the studio next day.
Jake came home with us to stay the night, (by now he had his own stuff at our place.) I needed my kip, so let them sleep together. I was woken in the night by their shagging, and was happy to turn over and go back to sleep. In the morning, Zane joined me in the shower, as usual, and fucked me like he hadn't had sex for ages. I came over the tiles again.
We were called to the office in the afternoon. They had given up trying to edit it down, and published it in its entirety, and were invited to watch both of them. It's strange watching yourself on film being shagged senseless, but very erotic, and by the time we were half way through the second one, we all had our dicks out, masturbating. The bosses said nothing when we made a mess on the floor.
Zane had broken his last two taboos, sex on location, and in a group. I'd have no doubt he would take on even more in future films, the man was insatiable.
