In the air conditioned back room of a non-descript building two people sat in a room, one had a camera. The other sat on a sofa as the two started a conversation.

“You wanna tell the folks back home your name?”

“Umm…Call me Shandi Sweet.”

“Nice,” The man with the camera retorted before adding, “Well Shandi, I hear this is your first scene… Why don’t you stand up and let me see you.”

“…Okay…”

“I like your body. You’re a well-built girl. You said earlier you were 5’ 8” and a 40 30 42. Can I ask, are those natural?”

“Ya…They’re mine.”

“What are they EE’s? Are they F cups maybe? They’re Huge!”

“Umm, JJ-cups actually…” Shandi said cowering and trying to cover her exposed cleavage.

“Don’t be embarrassed now, just turn around. That’s it, that skirt looks real cute on you. Do you mind? Wanna bend over a little bit and show us what’s back there…Wow that is nice. That’s a real nice ass. Nice and smooth with thick thighs and wide hips. That’s what we brothers call an ASS. See how you can just lift the cheek up off the thigh and jiggle it? That’s like bubble gum. And see how your wide hips give me so much of it to play with…I’m sorry that’s really nice, can I touch it? Do you mind?” The director moved the camera to look under the skirt and grinned when he saw her plump shaved pussy peaking out.

“Umm go ahead, that’s fine…”

“Thank you, thank you! Dear me this is beautiful. Can I ask you what your ancestry is?” Moving slowly, he stroked her thigh with a free hand as he spoke.

“Me?”

“Well they already know I’m black…”

The girl giggled out of nervousness but started to relax. “I’m white, Mexican, and Columbian.”

“What a mix. You make it look good.”

“Ha…Ah… Thank you.”

“So tell me, do you like it when men lie to you? When they tell you things that aren’t true?”

“Huh?”

“I have no reason to lie you’re a very beautiful woman. I am really enjoying just looking at you. Tell me though, do you have a boyfriend?”

“Hmm…No I like…I like older men…” she brought a hand to her lips and blushed looking away.

“Really? That sounds like a story! Tell us more.”

“Noo!” She giggled and blushed remembering the camera. “I can’t tell you that!”

“Okay, okay…well perhaps you can show me your chest a little bit?”

“Mm? Like this?” She pulled the straps of her top down but cradled her bra supported breasts to shield them.

“Ya, don’t try to be slow. I’ll just edit this so you don’t tease the audience.” She blushed at the mention of the audience and looked at the camera suddenly aware of it again. “Those amazing breasts deserve to be seen.”

She dropped the act and let her shirt fall to her waist. “They aren’t that great.” She said looking down at her bra encased breasts sulkily.

“I’ll be the judge.” He said putting a hand out as if to pull down her bra. “You just got used to them I bet. You should be proud of them.”

Hesitantly, she looked up and pulled her bra down past her nipples while her dark wet eyes seemed to plead up into the lense.

“Here, take a seat while I set up the next shot.” He ordered.

Quickly mounting the camera on a tripod set to cover a side angle of the couch. The director dropped down before her in the middle of the couch and scooped up her bountiful breasts in either hand. Her nipples had wide aureolas nearly the size of his palm. Around the edges, they were a light pink that paled as it got towards the center where the nub of her nipple stood out clearly erect.

“These are exquisite, and their weight is surprising.” He noted aloud as he palmed them. “They have a softness to them that is unique, but I love how firm they are.”

“You are a breast man?”

“Well they are one of the first things I notice. To be honest your lips, your hair, your eyes, as well as the rest of your body are all perfect for what I like, and I’ve seen alot…”

She looked away from his eyes as he spoke but her thighs tightened and he felt her twitch.