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Today, BNWO Studios starts filming the first scenes for the three new patients on the Wimbledon film lot’s main hospital ward sound stage. Nearly all the actors are present, filling three of the six beds, as the Professor and Matron conduct their ward rounds, with Nurse Juggs and the drugged crossdresser, Nurse Premie, in tow.

Today also marks the acting debut of Assistant Producer, Babs Fawcett, who sold her families’ studios and film rights for £1 and the chance to star as a hot MILF in this new Carry On movie.

Since then, despite unexpectedly becoming a star of Orpington Studio’s Queen of Spades top ten, Babs was nonetheless nervous about her main stream debut today. The film’s Producer and Director, Bill Master, had helped to calm those nerves last night by fucking her in the arse with his Big Black Cock. The Studio’s top pornstar, Jason, who is playing the Professor in the film, accidentally interrupted them, when he stuck his head into Master’s trailer office. Seeing what was happening, he wasted no time in whipping out his own award winning Big Black Cock and stuffing it down the MILF’s throat.

A good spit roasting had indeed helped to calm Bab’s nerves, and the scene, filmed on Master’s ever present little camera, would make an ideal hardcore trailer for the new movie on the Orpington Studio’s porn streaming service.

“This is Mr & Mrs Fallow” Matron introduces Babs, who is standing by the first bed in the Ward, alongside her husband who is laying down, to Professor Hardshaft. “Ah, yes, our infertile couple, welcome” says Jason playing the Professor. “Now, you’ve been trying to conceive for 4 years” he added, looking through some medical notes.

“White blanks!” exclaimed Nurse Premie suddenly, getting a raised eyebrow of disapprove from Matron, observing the crossdresser staring comically at medical equipment around the bed as if drunk.

Mr & Mrs Fallow were deliberately cast as the oddest, most unlikely of couples. Babs is a big chested, 50 something, hot MILF, dressed as a sexy bimbo slut. Playing her ‘husband’, Mr Fallow, laying in the hospital bed in pink pyjamas, and well over 20 years her younger, is the diminutive, camp figure of gay icon and national treasure, Alex Norton.

“We’ve been banging away at it every night for years” Mr Fallow told the Professor in his campest voice, raising a quizzical eyebrow with Matron at the sheer unlikelihood of such a coupling. “Don’t worry Mr Fallow”, this is exactly what my miracle pill is designed to fix” Professor Hardshaft reassured the gay man. “I’ll have Mrs Fallow up the duff in no time at all.”

“Start Mr Fallow on the standard dose and monitoring please” the Professor instructed Nurse Juggs, “and if you can give Mrs Fallow an appointment to see me as well please Matron. I’ll run my hands over your vital statistics personally Mrs Fallow” the Professor continued, ogling the sexy MILF’s cleavage. “We don’t want to leave anything to chance when it comes to getting you knocked up.”

“I’m sure I could benefit from a very through hands-on check-up” Mrs Fallow agreed, biting her lower lip and twirling a lock of brunette hair, as she openly flirted with the powerful, muscular Black Professor. Which drew a saucy giggle from Nurse Juggs, causing another raised eyebrow from Matron, which turned into a hard stare, when Nurse Premie, also gazing longingly at Professor Hardshaft, suddenly blurted out “Mmmm… Bred”.

“Er, she had toast for breakfast?” Nurse Juggs lamely attempted to explain the comment to Matron, trying not to get herself into any more trouble for overdosing the crossdresser.

In the final film edit, before the Professor and Matron’s ward rounds party move onto the next of the new patients, two later scenes will be cut in here.

Firstly, Dr Limpman is seen slipping into Patient Zero’s side room, out of sight of the ward rounds group, seeking answers to his nagging concerns about the original test subject’s condition.

But before he can examine the young patient’s notes in detail, Nurse Juggs enters the room. “Oh, sorry Doctor, I didn’t realise you were with the patient” Nurse Juggs says. “I’m just collecting some extra data for the Professor” Limpman lied quickly to cover for his guilt at being discovered in the room.

“Do you mind if I just quickly do his monitoring update first, so I can get back to the ward rounds?” asks the stunning bimbo. “Of course nurse, please” replies the Doctor, and Nurse Juggs pulls the blue privacy curtain around Patient Zero’s bed.

“I barely need even two fingers now” Dr Limpman can hear Nurse Juggs giggling to Patient Zero from behind the privacy curtain. “Just rub it with my thumb really, like a button… Now there’s a good boi… So quick for your favourite nursey.” And in no time at all, Nurse Juggs is pulling the curtain back again, holding a testing vile for the fertility machine. “Is that even enough liquid to get a reading?” asks the Doctor, seeing the tiny issue in the tube. “I hope so, barely” the nurse says. “We just have to try and work with what nature has provided, or lack thereof” she continues as she slots the vile into the machine and presses a button.

The fertility machine whirs for a bit before the screen lights up with a reading of 3. Dr Limpman has never even seen a testosterone count that low before, but Nurse Juggs records a healthy 97 in Patient Zero’s notes. “I’m not sure that’s quite the right way to do it” the Doctor says. “I’ve had lots of experience of these machines.”

“Professor Hardshaft was very insistent we subtract the reading from 100 Doctor. Perhaps these machines are calibrated differently from the one’s you are used to?” Nurse Juggs replies as she leaves the room.

Dr Limpman examines the machine closely. No, it is definitely the regular model his is used to. He turns his attention to Patient Zero’s notes, glancing again at the bedside photo of the strapping young rugby player that had entered the medical trail, and then at the figure of the small sissy boi now laying the bed before him. According to the notes, Patient Zero’s readings had been down at 11 when he was first itted, a typical example of the white male fertility crisis. Taking Professor Hardshaft’s miracle pill, the patient’s figures had steadily improved, back up to the super healthy 97 just recorded by Nurse Juggs. But if these reading were actually backwards? That would spell disaster for those remaining healthy white males!

“How are you feeling?” Dr Limpman turned his attention to Patient Zero, trying not to communicate his growing concern. “Very content thank you Doc” the sissy boi replied, sounding spacey. “I had a bed sore on my behind from all this lying down, but Nurse Jugs lent me a pair of her cotton panties, and I have to say, they are just so comfortable. I don’t think I’ll ever go back to boxers.”

“And I couldn’t help but notice the new eyeshadow?” Dr Limpman pressed on. “Oh yes, nice isn’t it” continued Patient Zero. “It’s so boring being in bed all day. Nurse Juggs kindly lent me some of her makeup. Just a bit of fun to help the time. I think pink is really my colour, don’t you Doc?”

“Er… well… yes… quite” was all the increasingly alarmed Doctor Limpman could say as he fled the room.

Which cuts to, in the final edit, Mrs Fallow’s appointment with Professor Hardshaft.

The Black Stud, in his white coat, is sat behind a large wooden desk, inlaid with green leather, when the provocatively dressed hot MILF enters his consulting room.

“Ah yes, Mrs Fallow” the Professor says, standing up and consulting some notes. “Your tests all came back fine, just a bit low on some vitamins. Not strictly a fertility concern, but we might as well just give you a booster anyway to have you in peak condition” he adds, picking up a syringe. “Just a little prick.”

“I’m used to that with my husband” the MILF laughs as the drugs enter her system and a wave of euphoria washes over her. “There are two other exercises my fertility patients find helpful, more wellbeing than strictly medical, but they say it helps” the professor continues. “I’m game for anything” Mrs Fallow says, hornily gazing at impressive bulge in Hardshaft’s tros. “That’s the spirit” the powerful Black Man smiles.

“The first is a stretching exercise” he explains, handing her a Big Black Dildo. “We find it benefits women, who have suffered their husband’s ‘little’ problem for a while, to re-train with this, to get used to being stretched and opened up properly, so that when penetration occurs the chances of successful impregnation is greatly increased. If you are comfortable with it, I usually recommend patients use it daily and reach orgasm for optimal results.”

“Well, if you say it’s for medical science, then I guess a woman’s got to do, what a woman’s got to do” Mrs Fallow says, grabbing the Big Black Dildo, looking increasing flushed and horny as the drugs take hold.

“You can try an initial practise over here on my examination coach. You’ll find some lube there too” the Professor says, leading her over to a medical coach along the side wall of his consulting room, and drawing a privacy screen across.

He listens as low moans start to emanate from behind the screen, gradually building in intensity. “Oh god, yes… so big… so deep… so much better…fuck me harder… yes, fuck me with that Big Black Cock… oh my god, I’m cuming… yes, Yes, YES!”

A dishevelled and panting Mrs Fallow emerges from behind the screen and sits back down in front of Professors Hardshaft’s desk. “You mentioned a second thing Professor?”

“Yes” the big muscular Black Man says, sitting on the edge of the desk directly in front of her. “Many of my patients say Hypnotherapy helps them relax mentally, taking away the past pressure and trauma of trying to conceive, leaving them relaxed, open and eager to try afresh. But I appreciate it’s not necessarily for everyone.”

“No, no, Professor, I’ll try everything if it will help get me bred” says the still somewhat out of breath MILF. “Good girl” Professor Hardshaft replies, smoothly taking a pocket watch on a chain from his white coat and starting to swing to back and forth. “Then just follow my watch, to and fro, as your eyelids become heavier, and listen carefully to my voice.”

A five second sound clip of classic Carry On incidental music will play here as the scene fades, then returns, marking a short, unseen age of time, as the action skips forward to the Professor clicking his fingers in front of Mrs Fallow’s face to bring her back out of the trance.

The sexy MILF looks confused momentarily, as if time has ed that she can’t recall, before saying, “Er, I think you mentioned a second thing Professor?”

“Yes, of course” the hot Black Man smirks knowingly. “In additional to daily stretching exercise with the Black Dildo, patients experiencing the highest success rates also enjoy regular Black Fertility Injections.”

“Obedience is pleasure Master” Mrs Fallow replies, suddenly looking vacant and acting robotically, as if an internal switch has been triggered by the Professor’s words. “Black breeding is essential” she continues, standing up, bending over the large desk, and pulling up her skirt. Standing behind her, Prof Hardshaft smiles, reaching for his zipper, saying “As you wish slut”.

A production assistant leans into the shot with a clapperboard shouting “Main film cut. Camera, carry on rolling please.” He is closely followed by Director and Producer, Bill Master, leaning in with another clapperboard, shouting “Action on the additional scene actors. Closed set please.”

And so the explicit sex scene, only imagined by the movie audience, plays out for real for the still rolling cameras. Jason’s Big Black Cock thrusting like a relentless piston into Bab’s stretched wet pussy, as she is fucked hard on the desk. “Inject me with that Big Black Cock Master” she urges the powerful, dominant Black Bull. “Yes, yes, fill me up with those superior Black Baby makers” she final cries out as the Big Black Cock twitches and pumps a huge superior cum load deep into her fertile womb.

The massive Black shaft pulls out, leaving a small tsunami of cum leaking from her gapping cunt, forming a creamy white puddle on the green leather of the desk beneath the well fucked, still panting white slut.

“And cut” the Director leans in again with his clapperboard. “Great work everyone. This additional scene will be perfect for the ‘Extras’ on the DVD.”

With the end of another day’s filming, the production’s increasingly explicit vibe carries on in the film lot’s trailer park.

On the surface, all appears calm as evening descends. A handful of the young refugee Black production staff slipping into one of the trailers with a small gaggle of giggling white sluts. Assistant Director, Babs Fawcett, walking over to the Director’s trailer office to suck her Master’s Big Black Cock. Black shemale dominatrix, Valeria, knocking softly on actor James Ackland’s trailer door for their evening of method acting to rehearse for their big scene together.

But all around, with actor’s checking over their lines for tomorrow on the studio’s funny little flickering tablets, a miasma of sexual tension is growing, as all sorts of horny thoughts are implanted in unsuspecting minds.

One trailer already bucking the otherwise calm trend, thanks to the pervasive thud of loud gay bubble-gum pop being play inside, is that of party animal Alex Norton.

The out and proud camp comedian, turned talk show host, hardly needed to review tomorrow’s flickering script to have been induced to have made a at a fit young Black production assistant who had already caught his eye earlier. With his older husband, who is also his agent, safely tucked up away at home, what happened on the film lot, stayed on the film lot, was Alex’s promiscuous philosophy.

The diminutive 30 something gay icon was a committed top. Something about a Napoleonic complex and a need to dominate, to compensate for his size, according to his joking husband. But as he lay on the couch in the trailer tonight with his young Black beau, their foreplay having already quickly moved into sixty-nining, Alex found strange thoughts running around inside his head.

It wasn’t just that this Big Black Cock was so thick, long and satisfying down his throat, there was a hollow ache, no need, to feel the superior dick inside him, filling him completely. The oddness of it made Alex suddenly stop sucking for a moment with a jolt. He was a top, never a bottom. These thoughts were wrong, not his. It felt as if he was reading a script, preparing to play someone else. But whatever momentary concerns crossed his mind, they simply melted away again, overwhelmed as his tongue tasted that delicious, superior, musky Big Black Cock.

It felt so good, so natural, just to let go and serve Big Black Cock. To worship it. Alex felt his hole twitching, empty, needing to be filled. Good white bois accept it. Give in to it. Beg for it. Bend over for their real alpha Black Masters.

So, Alex found himself sniffing the poppers that he had bought for his new Black lover, but now put under his own nose by a commanding Black hand. Unexpectedly on his back, legs in the air, that superior Big Black Cock pressing against his tight arsehole demanding entry, his own cock increasingly limp and useless in natural submission to his Black Master.

The former gay top felt the pain of domination as the superior Big Black Cock forced its way inside him, each thrust pushing deeper into his yielding soul, soon giving way to the orgasmic pleasure of being completely filled, accepting his natural place beneath these Black Gods.

Midway through the relentless pounding that was reprogramming his mind, Alex’s mobile rings, indicating a call from his husband, fulfilling his agent’s duties to check how the actor’s first day of filming had gone. Alex’s Black Master pulls out of his gapping ass for a moment while Alex answers the call.

“Hello love… Yes, it’s all gone very well thanks… Right now?... Well, I’m just going over tomorrow’s production notes with one of the assistants… No, he slipped out for a moment when you called… But I’m expecting him back in at any moment” Alex grinned hornily, his hand reaching out to lovingly stroke the lubed Big Black Cock next to him, as he ends the call.

Not long after, Alex’s newly discovered submission to the Black New World Order becomes total, when a large warm Black Cum load is deposited deep inside him, completely breaking the beta white boi’s overwhelmed mind.

Alex knows now that there is nothing more superior than a Big Black Cock. Except maybe two Big Black Cocks, he discovers the very next night, when his new Black Master brings along a friend, and the obediently worshiping beta boi receives a warm sticky reward at both greedy ends.

A third glorious Big Black Cock s the party on the third night, then a fourth the next day, and so on, until, by the second week of filming, there is a nightly queue of the young Black refugees working on the film outside Alex Norton’s trailer, waiting to take their turn on the submissive gay boi.

Seeing the queue one night, on her way to the film Producer’s office, Babs Fawcett sticks her head into the actor’s trailer to observe the action for herself. Someone has put a handmade sign on the trailer door which reads ‘Free Use White Sissy Slut’. Inside, Alex is riding one Black Master at a time, while keeping the next two Big Black Cocks stood either side of him warm with his hands and mouth.

When the current Big Black Cock fucking him creampies his slutty ass, one of the two stood on either side takes over, and a new refugee from the queue steps up into the vacant spot, to have his Big Black Cock warmed up, awaiting his own turn.

Babs notices, to one side, that Alex is filming the action with his own phone set into an illuminated selfie lighting ring on a tripod. “Making a film of your own Alex?” she laughs. “It’s a rival movie to yours” he tells the Blacked MILF, in between sucking the two Big Black Cocks currently in his face. “I’m calling it Carry On Gay Gangbang.”