Spreading her magnificantly-curved legs slightly, the limber dark-haired actress thrust her pelvis forward and rubbed the slick sudsy soap over the palpitating flanges of her excited cuntal slit. The outstretched middle finger of her hand separated her soft, fleshy pussy-lips and slid inside to the more sensitive coral-hued inner flesh.
"Aaaaahhhh…" she moaned softly, her loins jerking lewdly forward at the slick contact. The hemp rope strung through the soap touched the rising, hardening bud of her clitoris and sent tingles of electricity arching through her entire body. Slowly, she began to draw the rope up and down her soft cuntal furrow, her naked young body undulating, heavy tits swaying, nipples hardening and becoming long in response to the sensual friction. She could feel her sensually quivering body respond, the blood filling the fleshy mouth of her yearning cunt. With a groan, she suddenly yielded, thrusting her long middle finger hard up into the steaming depths of her hotly throbbing pussy, and the palm of her hand slapped the thin rope painfully hard against the button of her erect little clitoris.
She began to finger herself with a frenzy, her hand smacking her tender flesh as her middle finger drove urgently as far as it could go up into her clasping pussy sheath, the nail scraping the ultra-tender cuntal canal. Deep in her wantonly writhing loins, she could feel the heat beginning, surging like the sea in a storm, and it felt like her entire body was going to explode. Her lust-twisted mouth opened in a lewd grimace of passion, and her naked hips jerked wildly against the ecstatic probing of her finger as her entire frame shuddered and shook and trembled. "God! God! God!" Candy Mullender cried out in a frenzy as she bathed with guilt and desire. Then guilt was over! "No… No… NOOOOOO!"
The dark-haired movie star managed to pull her hand away, leaving an aching void up between her trembling thighs.
Candy stumbled from the shower, groping blindly for one of several thick, fluffy towels hanging on a rack. She rubbed and patted her yearning body dry, her legs quaking, her hands shaking as though she had been ill for a long, long time. She looked down and gasped at the length of her nipples. They were almost an inch long, sticking out from the full, heavy mounds of her upthrust, wide-spaced tits and so tender she could barely touch them with even the feather-soft towel! She had never been this way before! No matter how urgent the desire in her unfulfilled body had been, even with a man pressing her down on a bed, forcing her reluctant legs apart-times when she had wanted and needed sexual contact-she had never seen her body in such a shameless condition of need.
Up between her long trembling legs, the obscene fire still raged unquenched. She could feel the fluids from her feminine glands spreading through her loins, and she thought that this was one time when she really needed a drink-if only to take her mind off her real need, a long thick hard cock, splitting her hot yearning cunt, fucking wildly up into the churning depths of her heated belly.
Candy thought: I've been too up-tight. Sex is good and natural, and God knows I enjoy it-what little I've had… if I could only take it just as it comes, and not want to be loved too, I'd be a lot better off! She thought of all the other girls she knew in showbiz. None of them seemed to be hung up the way she was. If they dug a stud, they went with him and did all kinds of wild, wonderful things. At first, and this had been really years ago, she had been stunned and shocked and revolted when she'd heard other girls talk casually about "giving head" and "getting eaten," and she'd actually had to ask what the terms meant. She had blushed furiously, and was incredulous, when they laughingly told her, like a child, that they meant taking a man's huge throbbing cock into her mouth, or having him crawl eagerly down between your wide-splayed legs and feeling his hotly quivering tongue slide deep up into your pussy.
She had thought they were putting her on, but in time found out these things-and many things even more outrageous, like getting spanked with a ping-pong paddle or even lashed with a whip, were absolutely true! There was no way, Candy Mullender vowed, that anything so perverse would ever happen to her! She would die before she would allow herself to become such an animal! It was just unnatural! Obscene and vile! While she was not as strait-laced as her strict New England parents-nobody could be and function in any part of show business-she did have certain standards from which she would not deviate. Indeed, she had been to bed with fewer than a dozen men in her life, which for a healthy, naturally-sensual young woman of twenty-five was almost being a virgin-these things were just so revolting as to be unthinkable. She had never felt comfortable again around the girls who so casually dispensed their sexual favors. Yet, not wanting to appear a snob and a prude, she had made a sincere effort to be nice to them, particularly as her own career was progressing faster than theirs, and she was a truly compassionate person. She even prayed occasionally that they would see the hell-pit they were inevitably headed for and change their ways before they were damned eternally. Not take up choir-singing, but become decent, healthy, clean people.
Now Candy Mullender wrapped herself in a fresh towel, tossing the damp one into a hamper, and stepped into the sitting room of the dressing facility.
Lee Ashley was there waiting on the sofa, a drink in hand, a cigarette dangling from his sensuous mouth. He played her leading man in most of her movies and was the man she was most involved with in her private life as well, for publicity sake, and he was good at these things. A young man, in his early twenties, with dark-chestnut hair that hung just below the collar of his turtle-neck shirt, he had a sardonic expression. Nothing ever seemed to bother Lee. He had all the women he could use, made too much money, and was too handsome. He was tall, over six feet, lean but muscular, and supremely confident of himself. His facial features were rugged without being pretty-boy handsome, and his career was rising as fast as her own. He seemed to radiate masculinity.
"What are you doing here?" Candy Mullender gasped, pulling the barely-concealing towel closer around the enticing curves of her body, as she halted in the doorway. She was not angered at Lee's presence-members of the cast came and went casually-but seeing him so suddenly took her by surprise. Particularly as she was so physically and sensually aroused herself. Lee brushed his long hair back. Despite the arduous shooting session he appeared fresh. "I thought I locked the door," she added, lamely.
Lee blew a cloud of smoke, enjoying her evident surprise, and lewdly taking in the ripe beauty of her body. Along with the wet towel, Candy had taken off her shower cap and now her long, raven-black hair tumbled wildly over her shoulders. He could see the full roundness of her heaving tits, the thrusting nipples barely concealed by the towel, as she stared at him.
"You didn't, Candy," he said casually. "But what matters? We're old friends."
"Not that old," she said, a sting of tartness in her voice. His tone had suggested he'd slept with her-or could any time he wanted to. He hadn't, but she wasn't sure he couldn't, and she had to put him down. She would not give him the satisfaction of trying to cover herself more adequately with the towel, let him know that the sudden sight of him had shocked her sexually. Clutching the towel, she strode to the mini-fridge and got a bottle of Fresca, opened it and drank, her full sensuous lips ovalling softly around the neck. Then she sat in one of the chairs, conscious of her almost-naked condition, and carefully crossed her legs to conceal the narrow barely curling slit of her pussy, yet aware that the position hiked the towel up so he could clearly see the smooth white roundness of her ass-cheeks. Well, let him look!