Beth smiled up at the boy, knowing what she was doing to his pecker. She stepped past him, making sure that he got a complete feel of her lithe body in the process. She blew him a kiss as she swung her ass out of the studio.
"Wow!" the boy gasped. "What a piece of tail the boss is married to!"
"Remember that, buster," Charley answered him. "That cute little ass is strictly off-limits."
"She looks like she'd really like a good fuck," Greg continued as though Charley hadn't mentioned a thing. "Damn! I never had tits rubbed against me so wildly in my life!"
"Join the crowd," the tall brunette answered wryly. "She's offered her ass to everything in pants from here to Wilmington."
Greg Reeves shot her an angry glance. Charlene knew she had failed to make clear how important it was to leave the woman alone. John Roberts had become more and more obsessed in recent months with his determination to catch his wife in one of her affairs.
Once, he had driven from Kathy's late at night and parked down the street from his own home, hoping to catch some man coming out. He followed Beth's car whenever he could, sometimes being gone from the studio for most of the day as he tracked her all over.
Charlene heard voices from the rear of the studio.
"Hey, you're here!" John shouted. "That's great! Suppose we all get right into the filming."
They went back into the studio. Greg drooled over the blonde. Charlene had been fearful that he would incur the anger of John Roberts. If the photographer were so jealous of his wife, how would he be about his mistress?
Charley sat tensely, praying that there would be no explosion. Damn the kid, anyway. He seemed intent on getting into trouble. The cocky bastard was after them both! He was trying to get his cock into both Kathy and Beth. A shudder ran through Charlene's body as she dreaded the weeks ahead.
"All right, now let's get some work done!" Roberts shouted as they walked into the studio. "Get into your fucking suit, Charley."
He laughed at his joke. The brunette had gotten used to him referring to her nakedness like that. As Charlene put on make-up, she glanced over where Greg had changed into a workman's uniform and was sitting quietly while Kathy applied make-up to him. Charley walked past them, her naked body glowing softly, when she heard the blonde give a low laugh.
"That should do it," Kathy told the boy. "If you're really hung as well as John claims, then it won't be your face people are looking at."
The brunette sure hoped he was hung that well. They had tried a constant succession of male models, none of whom could match her lustiness. She needed a healthy, aggressive stud. She wasn't a stupid girl. If John Roberts couldn't find a man who could match her, then he would replace her. Everybody knows that a porno flick needs a matched pair of cock and cunt.
"Ready?" she asked the boy. "Ready to break into the movies?"
"Don't I get a script?"
"Why?" Kathy laughed. "You're going to fuck Charley. You need a script for that?"
"Roberts will direct you," Charley assured him. "You aren't a professional actor, so it's best that you don't even try. If you did, you'd just blow the whole thing. Roberts will call out the basic instructions as we go along. Other than that, do what comes natural."
She walked out onto the set. She positioned herself on the couch. Roberts directed her. "All right," he said from beyond the brilliant lights. "Now you're still frustrated. Your pussy still aches for some more action. There! That's good! That's great! All right, smile, baby! You've hit upon a great idea! That's it! Now, get up. Get up and go to the phone."
He directed her through the scene, called out her movements as she opened the phone book and ran through the pages. Charley dialed, then pretended to talk animatedly into the instrument. She hung up and ran over to pick up the filmy black gown hanging over the back of a chair. The luscious brunette pulled the transparent lace over her voluptuous body and displayed her tits as she went through the motions of brushing her hair. She turned suddenly to open the door.
Greg blinked as he stepped into the glare of the lights. As his eyes adjusted to the brilliant illumination, he saw how the gown displayed her lush body. Her tits thrust against the filmy black nylon and lace. Her nipples showed plainly.
She smiled and reached for his arm, drawing him to the couch. Greg blinked again, stunned by how beautiful she was. He staggered a moment, almost tripping over the couch. Damn! He had blown the scene. He was sure that he had made a mess of the entire sequence.
"Fantastic!" Roberts' voice boomed. "You're acting as stunned and confused as any repairman would if he was met at the door by Charley in that black nightgown. All right, Charley, get that tool kit away from him."
The brunette grabbed at the bag he was holding in his hand. Her magnificent tits squashed against him as she pulled at the kit.
"Hang onto it," she whispered into his ear. "Fight me for it. Come on, big stud, wrestle me for it."
She pressed her thigh against his cock. The boy shivered at the sensation.
They wrestled over his tool kit. The brunette managed to get herself wrapped in his embrace. Greg felt the animal sexuality of her and he relaxed his grip on the kit, allowing her to pull it away from him.
Charley felt him turn his attention to her. One hand came down onto her ass and pressed sensuously into the satin skin. His other hand was on one of her luscious tits. His cock was hardening. She let her hair fall about his face, hoping her perfume would add to the exotic arousal of his throbbing prick.
"Great!" Roberts shouted to them. "Get with her, son. Do what any other red-blooded man would do if all that pussy was thrown in his face."
Her gown had fallen open. He reached inside to caress her tits sensuously. He ran his fingers across her nipples until Charley felt them harden and tingle with anticipation. She fell backwards beneath him.
Her hands caressed sensuously along the back of his neck, her legs tightening about one of his thighs. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting his saliva. Damn him! He could show a little more than this. He was shaking and throbbing, but remaining passive through it all. Roberts felt the same way as he moved the camera in closer.
"Hell, son!" he shouted. "Don't just lay there on top of her. You've got all that pussy beneath you. No man's going to take that calmly. Get busy. Get those tits. You're eager to fuck that luscious tail she's offering you."
Greg responded to his boss' goading. His hands went crazy. He filled his palms with her tits, squeezing each nipple tightly. Charley felt his hands, his body, leap with excitement.
"Ohhhh, baby!" he moaned. "I've played with a lot of tit, but nothing like these!"
He got his mouth on one breast. He drew a nipple inside so he could suck and tongue it. He released it and went after the mate.
Charlene gasped in delight as he sucked her tits, sucking and tonguing them frantically while his cock became hotter and more throbbing against her leg.
"All right, Greg," Roberts said. "Let her do the work for a while. Just lay back and see what she can do to interest you."
The young man leaned back against the couch. Charlene unbuttoned his shirt and she sucked his breast. She could feel his body start to shake from the mounting excitement. Her kisses gathered intensity, her hair brushed over his body, her lips sucked softly as her tongue kept flicking out at his nipples. She pressed her tits against his swelling cock, stimulating it.
Greg fought bravely to keep himself under control. He yearned to go after this big girl. He wanted to turn her beneath him and fuck the living hell out of her. Her tits, her perfume, her lips, her hair, her total sensuousness had him shaking with demand.
"Steady, son!" the director's voice cut in. "Keep calm, Greg. There's a long way to go yet."