"Sure it does. Not one of those studs at Wild-wood can match my talent. I know how to make it even better. Can't I?" He fucked her harder, watching her respond to him. Crystal's imperative slam of her butt reassured him. She definitely wanted more. Gladly, he supplied it in the form of fierce, satisfying strokes. He slid his dick in and out of her warm, grabbing pussy. Crystal was a sweet fuck. Giving it to her, nice and stiff, was like a fantasy come true. There was something intensely pleasing about fucking her doggie. The position lent itself to sexual urgency. He was smug, hammering himself into her hot squish, watching her grovel. She was crouched against the kitchen counter, withstanding the impact.
"Ohhhhh!" Crystal gasped, writhing. "Ohhhhh."
"Yeah, it does feel good, so fucking good." Thrusting into that wet, wanting pussy ensured his enslavement of her. Crystal needed him. She was addicted to the kind of sex he readily provided. She could never hold out on him. Pete shook his head, plunging his cock into the steamy confines of her cunt. Her moan told him how hungry she was for his cock.
He induced her to slide further up the counter, then stooped from behind. Her buttocks were extended, her cunt lips awaiting his furious push. He clasped her waist, then drove himself in. Ahhhhhhhh! He was completely wrapped in her pussy, squeezing through the narrow chamber. He rocked back and forth, thrusting into her cunt.
Crystal arched her back, swooning from it all. "God, your dick feels like a rock. Fuck me, baby. That's it, fuck me with all you've got."
"With pleasure."
Crystal sobbed at the wallop she took. Pete was getting rough, but it didn't matter. She was totally aroused. "Ohhhhhhh, stroke me with that big dick. Give it to me, baby, give it to me, ohhhhhhhh!"
"You like my cock?" he muttered. "Do you like what it does to you?"
"Mmmmmm, I want it all."
"Yeah," he echoed, fitting himself into the warm, rubbing channel. "All of it, inside your tight pussy."
She was intoxicated by the heat they generated. Crystal submerged herself into the thick of it, lunging forward and in reverse on her haunches, letting her cunt consume him. He penetrated her wonderfully deep. She experienced an electrical charge from head to foot, having him fill her. They were possessed by a hunger that could only be satisfied by friction.
Her cries implored him to fuck her that much harder. Pete felt his pleasure mount, escalating to a higher level. "I'm getting close, baby," he grunted, "so close."
Crystal whimpered from his frantic pumping. "Don't stop, baby, keep going." Her eyes rolled heavenward, just as the contractions hit. "Ohhhhh."
Pete grinned through the outpouring sweat, working his cock into that convulsing pussy. He would do whatever was necessary to keep Crystal on his leash. "Cum for me, baby. Cum hard around my dick."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
Pete let her climax for several unstoppable minutes before he shot into her. Hot cum jetted into her pussy, fired from his spurting cock. "Yeah. Oh, yeah, baby. It's so fucking good."
Crystal was his property today-Amber, his tomorrow.
CHAPTER FIVE
"Oh, baby," Amber Lake wailed, feeling B.B.'s hard shaft enter her snatch. She closed her eyes, her mouth dropping open. Her toes curled as she fed more into her cock-seeking cunt. "Oh, honey-I love how big you are."
B.B. lay back, letting her drive his shaft. Jesus, she was soaked! Her pussy gorged itself with dick, swallowing everything he pushed into that sopping hole. Her erect nipples, cushioned by her huge tits, jabbed his chest. Her sweet thighs locked about him, her juicy snatch sliding at him could cause him to cream fast. B.B. called upon inner resources to spurn that inclination. Cumming was something B.B. generally controlled. He had learned shortly after he made his first movie to spasm on cue.
Montana Wildwood sat in her director's chair while the cameras whirred. She devoted minimal attention to the ensuing action; it was her seated companion who dominated her central thoughts. She invited Rusty to a taping session, if only to furnish an example of the services required of him. Rusty's adamant avowal of joining the ranks of B.B. and others in her employ necessitated this observation. She certainly didn't want to spring any surprises, nor did she wish to misrepresent her industry. Porn was exhausting work. It obligated one to stretch the erotic imagination and to search for an original approach to the same material, day after day. Separating what was "hot," from what was "hotter" was a depleting chore. Montana's company did their level best to project that distinction. The quality of her product rivaled that of her competition. Montana might not have "deep pockets," but she knew how to budget herself. Her videos were among the best available.
The scene they were shooting was well underway and would be inserted in the final cut of her current undertaking. Most of Crystal's scenes were "in the can," while Amber's were almost complete. After today, they would wrap things.
Rusty could scarcely take his eyes off the unfolding action. Amber snared his concentration. Her sexy body made the set sizzle. Her hair whipped over her shoulder as she frantically humped B.B. Not one man in the studio presiding over the scene could keep from getting hard. Montana spotted a number of erections sported.
She was curious about Rusty's impression of Amber. Did he want her? He definitely bore a hungry expression. If that feral look could be transferred to the screen, she'd create a new porn sensation. Rusty's behavior definitely needed to be captured on tape. She shivered at the thought of watching him, over and over again, giving pleasure to her stable of sluts. His face alone would score with her female customers.
Would Rusty make a successful transition? Would baring all before the camera inhibit him? An occasional newcomer sometimes used the services of a "buffer"-a woman who helped bring a man with sexual powers on the wane back to full erection. Could Rusty do it?
Montana, gazing at the bulge in his pants, received the bulk of her answers. The massive outline ended her argument. Perhaps putting him to the test was her only option.
She reverted to the unraveling episode. Amber's innate sense of theatrics were on flamboyant display. Not only was her famed luminary capable of chewing up the scenery, but every person in it.
Amber's hand cupped B.B.'s ass during her hoarse encouragements. B.B. gulped air as he looked up at the sexual glimmer in her dark eyes, which was enhanced by her periodic scratching. She raked her nails into his buttocks, then pushed forward with her pussy. "Yes, more," she begged. "Ohhhhhhh! Give me more of it. Slide your big cock into me."
"Sure, baby," he muttered, thrusting into that slick heat. "You want the whole thing, it's yours."
"Oh, yeah, ohhhhhhhhhhh! I want you to fuck me with it."
Not only did the script call for it, but every cell in B.B.'s body demanded that thrill. He lowered his engorged shaft into her willing snatch. He was going to deep stroke her pussy and make his cock slick with juice.
"Ohhhhhh! Drive it into my drenched pussy," she cried, immersing her nails into his butt. "Come on, baby, come on, ohhhhhhhhh!" She opened her pussy to him, yearning for it to be filled with his hard, throbbing meat. Whether or not her excitement was recorded on tape, Amber listened to the beat of her hormones; B.B. had a talent for keeping them at high flame.
B.B. couldn't resist covering one of her stiff nipples with his mouth. He sucked it hard. Amber writhed, lost in the sensation it granted. Her tit was soft, sweet. Mmmmmmmmm. He groped the other. It practically melted in his hands. He pushed, sending the last of his cock into her hot tunnel. Enveloped in her satiny flesh, his every cell vibrated. He strained to keep his dick submerged in her juicy cunt. Its tightness scorched him. Yeah. He wanted to cum that instant, but fought the impulse. Instead, he began rocking back and forth, giving her a taste of how sweet his cock felt.