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When Ludvik dreamt, it was often of painted angels and demons, of starry skies and lofty peaks deep in the Carpathian mountains. He saw soaring spires and battlements, Gothic towers, Baroque palaces, domed cathedrals and impossible castles such as only his imagination could build. And, always in his dreams, he was a traveler; a restless seeker after truth and beauty. But wherever he travelled in his dreams, he always seemed to return to the city that he had always called his home; Prague.Opening his pale blue eyes one Monday morning, his gaze fell on the wall of his bedroom. Dim light from the rapidly encroaching dawn had already begun to illuminate the wall upon which hung a fraction of his art collection. There again, his eyes traced the lineaments of beauty rendered in oils, chalk, tempera and pastels, in deep black ink, in red Conte, and polychrome acrylic.He sighed as his gaze wandered to one particular painting which still stood on the floor where he had left it the night before. It was the portrait of a beautiful woman by an unknown painter. The previous day, over dinner and a fine bottle of Tokay, he had spent the best part of an hour looking at it. He had bought it earlier that day, for only a few euros from the local flea-market. The woman he had bought it from knew nothing about it. She had told him that she had found it in the attic of an elderly neighbor who had died and whose family had asked her to dispose of some of her possessions.“How easily the threads of memory are broken,” he thought… “a final heartbeat, a drop of water, a tick of the clock and they are gone.”His phone rang, causing him to roll over and pick it up from the bedside table. The identity of the caller was no surprise. It was his producer, Agnetzka.“Hi beautiful.”“Hold the compliments Ruzi. I hope you haven’t forgotten we’re on a tight shooting schedule today, I’ve got everybody crawling up my ass for studio time.”“How could I possibly forget, my tasty little dumpling, with you to constantly remind me!?”“OK, save the sarcasm, I’ll see you here at 8 am sharp.”“Ah, tempus edax rerum.”“…and what the fuck does that mean?”“Time devours all. It’s from Ovid.”“Right, well, I’m going to devour that worthless good-for-nothing idiot Kazimir if he screws the lighting up again today…!”“Has anyone ever told you how hot you sound over the phone?”“Oh, I do appreciate that… and by the way, fuck you!”“Haha. OK, my apologies. Who am I working with today?”“Um… wait…”Agnetzka was silent but he could hear her rapidly typing on her keyboard so he decided to annoy her gently.“Franziska? Agata? Alexandra? Oxana? …not Morag? Please tell me it isn’t Morag – that new little Irish redhead?”“No, no, no and… no. Look, just shut the fuck up and get yourself in here while I work it out. I’ve been given all the wrong schedules again… fuck!”“Anything you say, boss.”The phone went dead as he rolled over, covering his otherwise naked body with the crisp white sheets that still retained their newly washed aroma. He stretched and smiled, imagining Agnetzka’s otherwise beautiful face knotted by the twin frowns of frustration and responsibility. As he turned back around, his eye wandered again to his latest acquisition; the oil on canvas of the alluring and mysterious dark-haired woman. He had looked long and hard at the signature, even tracing it out on paper, but could make nothing of it. The date below it, however, was clear enough; 1942. He looked deeply into the woman’s dark doe eyes.“Speak to me. Who are you? What was your name? Who painted you so lovingly? We shouldn’t have secrets from each other you and I.”He turned to the window. A single white cumulus cloud was framed perfectly against the gloriously blue July sky. He hated curtains and he often stood naked by this window to look out over the city. It was a rear window and looked out upon the tightly packed roofs of the old neighborhood. It was a beautiful and serene vision; old Prague; splendid and eternal, like a glorious, timeless page of history. But it was also his history; his family had owned this very apartment on Karlova Street for seven generations.After showering and dressing, he walked down the building’s grand marble staircase. It was a simple pleasure and, considering he lived at the very top of the building, it was also good exercise. The street was relatively quiet and free of tourists so, in no time at all, he reached his stop at the edge of the Karlu bridge. Just beyond the stop, he saw a woman in a heavy brown coat standing against the barrier wall. She had her back to him as she stood motionless and looked out onto the river Vltava below. He thought it was a little strange that she should be wearing such a heavy coat; the week had been unusually warm even for July.He took in her beautiful black hair and the way she held herself; with poise and, with what he first thought was a certain theatrical dignity; so rare to see these days. She was certainly elegant and tall with an aristocratic bearing that was anything but theatrical. Just then he saw the bus advancing. It stopped for him and he got on. As there were no seats available, he made his way to the rear then swiftly turned as the vehicle passed the spot where the woman stood. He caught a glimpse of her profile and thought that there might be something vaguely familiar about it. But it was her total stillness that was most noticeable and somewhat unsettling; as though she was meditating on some grave and weighty matter.oo0ooHalf an hour later, he stood studying the attractive, immaculately made up and magisterial face of Agnetzka his producer.“So who did you say am I working with?”“I didn’t, but I’ve got some new flesh for you today…”“Oh?”“Yeah… my niece Carla.“Your niece?”“Yeah.”“…and you’re OK with that?”“Sure. She’s a slut and besides, it’s about time she started earning some money instead of leeching it out of me… I mean who the fuck is nineteen, unemployed Sex hikayeleri and wears Louboutin shoes?!”He looked at her doubtfully.“Hmmm.”“What’s the matter? She’s hot, she has a pussy and she wants to fuck.”“How experienced is she?”“She’s fucked plenty of guys at some of these sleaze-pit clubs she frequently goes to.”“OK, I’ll treat her gently.”“Don’t bother. She’s passed medical and I’ve got her doing DP with Christian and Alberto next week.”“Alberto and Christian are nice guys. You are looking after her.”“Tell that to my fucking sister who virtually dumped her on my doorstep two years ago.”An hour later, at the close of several lengthy production problems, Ludvik finally stood on the set. It was a minimalist, Scandinavian-style bedroom with a few ultra-modern paintings on the wall. He glanced up above his head to see a smiling Kazimir Abramovitz looking down at him from the lighting rig.“Hey Kazi. You better stay up there out of sight. Agnetzka wants your balls.”“Don’t I know it, Ruzi? She already owns the rest of me. Hey, is it true that you’re going to fuck her niece?”Ludvik shook his head. “There used to be so much professionalism in this industry… back in the eighties. Now I remember…”“OK people, ten minutes.” It was the gruff voice of Fritz Langer, their Austrian director who was well into his seventies and whom Ludvik admired and secretly held in deep respect.As Ludvik checked his hair and make-up in a mirror on the rear wall, he noticed a tall female figure stride confidently onto the set. He turned and was met by a pair of violet-blue eyes and a warm smile. She offered him a well-manicured hand.“Hi, I’m Carla.”“Ludvik Ruzicka, nice to meet you.” He kissed her cheek and breathed in her honeysuckle perfume.“Yeah, I know you. My aunt told me all about you and I even watched one of your movies just last night.”“Oh, really, which one?”“Alpine Butt-Sluts IV.”Ludvik laughed. “Hmmm, that old thing… definitely not one of my best. Now, Precinct 69, my buddy-cop series or Lust on the Nile; I got to be Julius Caesar in that…”“I thought you were great and you haven’t changed at all, you don’t look a day older, honestly.”“Thank you.”She now stood back and twirled around slowly.“Like what you see?”“Yes.”She was honey-blonde and athletic, several centimeters taller than him, with a fine profile. She wore a pair of ultra-short, rough-cut denim shorts and a black cropped tee-shirt. He ran his eyes over her boobs and down her flanks to her hips and then to her naked legs. Most of all, he liked how her hair cascaded down well past her shoulders. He smiled and began to feel a tingling deep in his balls.“Carla, huh?”“Yeah, cool isn’t it?”“What professional surname are you going to use?”“Hm, I haven’t really thought about it but I like fast Italian cars. So, Carla Maserati, Carla Ferra…”“Already taken.”“Oh.”“You’re Czech, aren’t you? Come up with something original, something patriotic.”- “Five minutes!”“OK, what about Carla Svatoplukova. Or Carla Slutoplukova.”He laughed, delighting in her sweet face, her musical voice and girlish smile. They then spent a few minutes discussing the use of the set and what camera angles the studio preferred.- “Two Minutes!”“Did your aunt give you the script?”“Err… no. Well, yes… I’ve looked at it.”“OK, I’m your best friend Julia’s dad and we’ve found ourselves alone in my apartment.”Just then Agnetzka arrived looking as stressed and overworked as ever.“Carla, listen up, this is how it goes – chat, kiss, blowjob, pussy-lick, break, then fuck, blowjob and he blows on your lips and chin. And no holding back, or I’ll get out a big, black strap-on and fuck you myself. Got it?!”“Rrrr-ight!”With that, Agnetzka was gone, shouting out last-minute instructions to a fearful Kazimir who looked down nervously from the rigging.“Don’t worry,” whispered Ludvik, “You’ll be fine. Which is more than I can say for Kazi.”Once the production crew was assembled and the cameras were ready, Ludvik looked Carla in the eyes and smiled as reassuringly as he could,She nodded eagerly and stood with her head up and her shoulders back.- “Action!”Ludvik : “Carla, what are you doing here? Julia is away for the weekend. Didn’t she tell you?”Carla : “Oh, yeah, I knew, It’s OK (looks up seductively). I really came here to talk with you.”Ludvik : “Oh yeah, what did you want to talk about?”Carla : (Looking at him intently) I wanted to talk about getting my pussy filled by Julia’s hot dad.”Ludvik : “How old are you again?Carla : “You know how old I am; nineteen and more than ready to fuck.”Ludvik : “You know I’m fifty-five, right?”Carla : “Mmmm, perfect.”With that, Ludvik hooked his arm around her naked midriff and gently pulled her close. Obligingly, she lowered her face to his lips and felt his other arm wrap around her shoulder and pull her in. She kissed him with surprising passion until he drew back slightly and opened his eyes.“Shhh, slow down,” he whispered then continued to savour her bubblegum flavoured lip gloss.After a moment, he felt her hands entwine his waist and her breathing slow as she began to relax. She kissed him with greater restraint, running her lips and tongue over his and moaning almost silently. From somewhere above they heard Agnetzka’s harshly amplified voice.“OK, Carlie darling, now slowly undo his belt… remember, you’re a slut and you want to get revenge on your bestie friend by fucking her hot dad.”Carla moaned softly as she proceeded to unfasten Ludvik’s belt. She paused to unbutton his shirt too and Ludvik feared that this might bring her aunt’s wrath down upon her so he took over and soon his jeans were nestled snugly around his ankles.“On your knees now,” he whispered, anticipating exactly the same instruction from Agnetzka by only a few seconds.Ludvik looked down to see her staring with growing uncertainty at the considerable bulge now barely contained by his deep purple briefs. He discreetly Sikiş hikayeleri pushed one side down, just revealing the top of his shaft.”-”Go!”Agnetzka’s bark was enough to pull Carla’s mind back to the job at hand and she curled her fingers around the sides of Ludvik’s underwear. With one swift tug, they fell down and she was confronted by his already nodding, semi-erect cock. Her hand gripped his base and she slowly fed the head into her mouth. Ludvik fought the urge to smile as the camera men moved around to film her at hip level.-“That’s it, pretend it’s that German guy Ulrich that I caught you with the other day.”Ludvik rolled his eyes and looked down to see Carla smirk. Luckily her aunt’s revelation hadn’t totally embarrassed her. Instead, she wrapped her tongue around Ludvik’s cock and alternated between rubbing it on the inside of her cheeks, all over the top of her tongue and on the roof of her mouth. Ludvik settled down to enjoy the sensations as her hand squeezed his balls and fed his shaft deeper and deeper towards her throat. Taking his cock out from time to time, she licked his head and rubbed it across her teeth and lips. As she did so, she made sure to pump the base of his shaft in order to keep him hard. She need not have worried for Ludvik, it was arousing enough to simply watch her golden cascades bounce back and forth against her perfect shoulders.“Not bad for a first-timer in front of the cameras.”-“OK, newbie, up on the bed on your back. Lick her hot little teen slut-hole Ruzi.”Ludvik immediately lifted Carla up and threw her gently onto the bed. Her beautiful hair landed equally on either side of her face, framing it perfectly. She arched her back as Ludvik rapidly pulled down her shorts and thong. Before him was the sight of her immaculately waxed pussy with just a narrow stripe of blonde on her mound. He smiled approvingly to himself. This was, after all, house style and clearly showed Agnetzka’s professional hand.He kicked off his jeans and knelt on the bed, making short work of Carla’s cropped top and black push-up bra, he paused for an instant to look at her. She was absolutely gorgeous and he secretly prayed that she wouldn’t ruin her body some day with piercings, tattoos or, heaven forbid, fake boobs. As it was, her pert breasts with thick rose-bud nipples were sheer perfection in his eyes.He knelt down and pulled her hips closer. With scents of golden honeysuckle in his nostrils he lapped at her velvet smooth pussy; teasing and tickling it gently and patiently, working his tongue slowly and gradually between her lips. He didn’t expect much of a reaction from her, but was pleasantly surprised when she started moaning and gyrating her hips and tentatively pressing her slit harder onto his mouth.He let her get used to the sensation and he could sense her growing confidence. Now he spread her labia wider and lapped at her slit with long broad strokes, from just above her ass to her clit and back. She squealed as he pressed harder and harder with each stroke, lifting her legs as the camera men came close to zoom in. Her fingers grasped his close-cropped blonde hair and pressed his head closer. He responded by concentrating on her clit – licking it in broad snaking circles. She bucked and sighed and he felt her wetness on his chin. Her body undulated and she held her breath, sighing louder and arching her back. He knew the signs.After several more delicious moments of this, Carla came with a resounding “Fuuu-ck!” She continued bucking and started to sob, causing Ludvik some concern, so he resumed licking her slit; tickling its sweet velvet walls and penetrating her as far as he could with his tongue. Carla threw her arms out to her sides, almost in an attitude of crucifixion. She breathed deeply, mouth open, still enjoying the enduring waves of her orgasm.Her eyes were shut and just as well thought Ludvik. because at that moment the camera guys stood hovering above her on either side, filming her body from the exquisite icon that was her face, down past perfect pert breasts and the slender lines of her flanks, to the endearing strip of gold that pointed the way to her pink and now glistening pussy.-And cut! OK, ten minutes.”Her eyes popped open and she smiled. Ludvik stood up and reached for a water bottle. He offered it to her.“Oh, thanks. Ice cold too. Is it hot in here or is it just me?”“Oh, it’s certainly you.”“I’ll take that as a compliment, Mr Ruzicka, sir.”She took a couple of gulps of water.“You can mouth-wash too if you like.”“No, no, it’s OK,” then she whispered, “I don’t want to lose the delicious taste of your cock.”He took the bottle from her and took a long swig. She took the opportunity to glance at his naked body. He was of only medium height but lean and muscular; a throwback to his early days in the mid-1980s when being buff and trim was de rigueur in the porn industry. Luckily the studio had a world-class hair and make-up department and provided all its staff with a free gym membership.“Shit, I didn’t bring a dressing gown,” Carla said, clicking her lips.“Are you cold now?”“No… but…”“Forget it. You have to get used to being nude around the cast and crew. We’re all professionals here.” He glanced up at Kazimir who was busy texting at that very moment. “Except for Kazimir, that is.”She grinned at him and flopped back on the bed.“Did I do OK?”“Well, since your aunt is still upstairs in the editing room and not down here yelling at you and embarrassing you, yeah, you did well, really well.”“Fuck, she’s a bitch at times.”Ludvik smiled and sat down next to her. Meanwhile, the crew were busy with their various tasks and hardly glanced at them.“So what’s next, Mr Ruzicka, or can I call you Ludvik?”“Next we fuck and Mr Ruzicka will do just fine, for now.”She rolled over to settle by his side. He gazed down her tanned back to her parted legs and raised feet; and he still marveled at Erotik hikaye her breathtakingly beautiful hair.“So, can I get you hard again?”“Be my guest.”She purred and slid up onto his thigh. She gripped his cock by its base and looked up at him slyly.“Mmm, I think I’m going to like this job.”Ludvik gently placed his hand on the back of her head and she immediately tightened her grip on his cock. Long years of experience had left him totally uninhibited and supremely comfortable with his own nudity, and that of others. So as the crew went about their business; dealing with a multitude of technical and other production issues, Ludvik put himself into a semi-meditative state that enabled him to shut out all the petty hubbub occurring only a few feet away and concentrate on the exquisite sensations of Carla’s lips, tongue and hand working on his cock.Relaxed and far more confident than she was earlier, Carla pumped Ludvik’s shaft hard and slow. He could tell that she was mindful of whether her efforts were having an effect on him. She needn’t have worried. Her mouth took in more and more of his shaft with every bow of her head; perfectly matching the back-and-forth action of her hand.Ludvik shut his eyes, then almost subconsciously, ran his palm down her smooth back to her ass. He massaged her firm cheeks; grabbing each one in turn and pulling them apart gently. She purred and spread her legs slightly then he heard a deep whisper,“Finger my cunt.”He worked his second finger firmly between her lips and was pleased to find that she was wetter than before. The second finger was joined by its neighbor and soon she was sucking his cock and thrusting her hips rhythmically back onto his hand. Opening his eyes, he glanced up to see Kazimir watching intently and he shot the younger man a sly smile.The organized chaos on set was finally brought to an end by the commanding Teutonic tones of director Fritz Langer,“OK, meine Lieblinge, action in thirty seconds!”Half a minute later with his hand still reassuringly on Carla’s head, Ludvik began to thrust up into her mouth. By this time, her saliva had soaked his balls and even found its way into the crack of his ass, but he certainly didn’t mind; she was doing her best. He gently lifted himself up and saw her look at him with predatory eyes and a dripping chin. He pushed her onto the bed and she lay back on the pillows, gyrating her lips slightly. She glanced at his glistening, curving cock with evident pride; purring as she felt it slide effortlessly into her pussy seconds later.“Fuck her pussy hard,” came Agnetzka’s laconic instruction from the eyrie upstairs.Ludvik looked Carla straight in the eye with all seriousness and planted his arms above her shoulders. This gave him the leverage to bring his hips down firmly onto her and he thrust hard several times to gauge if she was able to take it. She gasped and smiled up at him so he continued thrusting and maintained eye contact with her. Unintimidated, she returned his gaze and opened her mouth with his every thrust; finally, she breathed.“Kiss me.”In reply, he blinked and shook his head slightly. At that point, she became aware that the cameras were hovering over them and she did her best to transfer some of the ample pleasure from her pussy onto her face. Ludvik’s eyes smiled and he got up onto his knees; bringing her legs up onto his shoulders. He continued fucking her with long slow strokes and dipped his hand into some of the copious juice from her pussy. He touched her clit whereupon she spread it out for him. Gentle, practiced fingers delighted her for several minutes. After that, as he got harder and harder, he felt his cock adjust perfectly to the wet, hot velvet depths of her pussy.Carla bucked and thrust against his every stroke and started to moan and sigh where before she had mostly stayed silent. Soon she came in a violent torrent of moans and half-uttered profanities which made Ludvik smile guardedly, lest he ruin the moment for her.“Good, good,” he whispered instead, “That’s it… yesss…”“-Keep fucking,” Agnetzka’s disembodied command sounded, “Blow on her when you’re ready, Ruzi.”Now Carla pushed her elbows back and sat up. She thrust harder and harder against him, throwing her head back as he met her with slow hard strokes that sent his cock right to her very core. She moaned and cried out again and again, only regaining some semblance of composure to whisper,“Fucking cum on my face, cum on my slutty little teen face, Ruzi!”Ludvik was surprised and redoubled his efforts until he pressed his fingers and palms firmly against the flesh of her hips. This was guaranteed to make him come and, sure enough, he pulled his cock out of her a minute later and held her head up against it. The cameras moved in for a close up and Carla rose to the occasion by opening her smiling mouth just as Ludvik fired his first rope of come at her lips. She lapped it up and it was followed by three more long, wet squirts that splashed onto her tongue and chin. She had swallowed the first but let the rest drip down her chin onto her boobs.She then grabbed his cock and pumped it, returning it to her mouth to lick off the remains of his seed.“Cut! And that’s a wrap.”She flopped back onto the bed and burst into laughter.“Oh fuck! That was good!”Having always found laughter infectious, Ludvik laughed too then glanced at Fritz to get his characteristic ‘OK’ nod or rarely, a ‘thumbs down,’ as the case may be. But before he could focus on the old German’s pleasantly lined face, he noticed another; just behind where the camera guys now stood. After taking their final long shots, the pair had retreated into the background and now, just past them there stood a tall, dark-haired woman; silent and still. She made eye contact with him and he shuddered momentarily as he took in the pallor of her skin and her deep, dark eyes; emotionless and unfathomable. He caught only one other, fleeting, impression of her and that was that she wore a heavy brown coat with a broad lustrous fur collar. That was before he felt Carla’s arms entwine his throat and kiss him with aromatic, freshly sanitized lips. He glanced back immediately but the woman was gone.
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