"Arrrgghhhhhhhhh!" he howled, spurting.
Montana's knuckles turned white from gripping the arms of her chair. Her pussy throbbed with hunger, staring at the three of them convulsing. Rusty definitely elevated this segment, lending his unique animal charisma.
Amber pulled B.B.'s lips to her mouth and sucked on his tongue, curling hers around him, and silenced his hoarse cries. The thick bolts of cum gushed onto her skin. Even as B.B. came, he continued to jerk his cock, allowing her body to milk the jism from his balls.
Rusty nuzzled Amber's nape while stroking her blazing hard nipples. He wove over those screaming buds, feeding them electrical currents.
Amber squirmed on the bed, bouncing under the onslaught of lean male flesh slamming all around her. Cum oozed onto her skin, leaving her thirsty for more. Her asshole stung, yet she longed to have Rusty trapped in there once again. She could have taped this portion multiple times, if only to receive another dose of him.
"Jesus," B.B. muttered before dropping his head leadenly on the pillow. His massive chest was heaving as he fought to claim his breath.
"Cut!" the director motioned, then ran over to Amber, who looked dazed. She put two fingers in front of her eyes. "How many?"
A silly smile curved her lips. She couldn't answer.
Montana exhaled firmly. Wow! She looked to Rusty, who made a swift recovery and sat on the edge of the bed. He didn't take nearly as much time as the others to recuperate.
She hoped that scene hadn't totally depleted him. She wanted him in her office to put out the fire he started in her pussy. Together, they would celebrate the making of a new porn star.
CHAPTER SIX
Amber pulled into the driveway of Crystal's place and lifted her sunglasses; after scrutinizing the building for several moments, she let them fall back into place and whistled. What a dump! She couldn't believe she permitted herself to be talked into a "girl talk" at this location.
She slammed the door to her Mercedes and activated the alarm. It wouldn't surprise her if someone tried to tamper with her lock, or at the very least, steal her hub caps.
Under normal circumstances, Amber would have rejected Crystal's plea for intimate conversation. Amber didn't own patience the way others did. Amber wasn't, by nature, a generous person, but after catching some of the scenes featuring Crystal, her opinion of the girl underwent conversion. Crystal was damned sexy, she enthused-a delicious tart. Those bedroom-blue eyes sparkling at her, disabling her every objection. She thought of those thick, sensual lips fastened to her pussy and got wet.
What distance would Crystal go for a favor? Would she eat her pussy? Amber bet the farm on it. She wouldn't mind a little time put in between her legs, receiving that hot, spirited tongue that gobbled up several well-hung members of Montana's stud pen. Amber loved being licked by a woman-particularly one who was a virtual expert.
Her concern about the neighborhood evaporated. If anything happened to her car, she would charge it to the studio. Montana would gladly pay; after all, she was her number one draw.
Crystal must have spotted her from the window, for when Amber mounted the stairs, the front door glided open. That blonde firecracker stood there, decked out in a teddy. Crystal exhibited no shame in baring her appetizing curves for the pedestrians who happened by. If they obtained a quick thrill, it was free advertisement for Montana.
"Glad you could stop by," Crystal mentioned huskily. "I hope you didn't get lost."
"Not a chance. I did my time in this neck of the woods, before I went up ladder." She warmed to Crystal's seductive presence as she made her approach. The girl sent her luscious vibrations. Amber wallowed in them for a moment before climbing that final step. "You will, too."
"You really think I've got a chance?" she gushed, unable to conceal her enthusiasm.
Amber deliberately brushed Crystal with her tits. "Count on it, doll."
Amber made a swift assessment. Crystal was definitely "on." If the girl wasn't her slave in the next five minutes, she would be surprised. She understood the flicker of her eyes, the sly check of her tits and the swerve of her hip. Amber was only too aware of how she was built. She transformed men into lusty droolers-couldn't the same apply to someone sweet like Crystal?
It wasn't as though Crystal had never had a pussy in her mouth. She'd seen her go down on one of the other actresses and thought the footage taped was of the hottest available. That tongue of hers didn't want to stop. The actress had clawed the ceiling, deranged by those slurps.
Amber had taken measures to ensure her meeting with Crystal was not restricted to "talk." The high cut of her leather miniskirt furnished a tasty view of her thighs. A pair of spike heels lent her calves shape. Amber had a set of legs that were nothing less than spectacular: long, sleek, fever-giving. The top buttons of her blouse were undone, giving her tits more swing. When she examined herself in the mirror prior to her departure, she was rocked by her reflection. Mmmmm. By definition, she was a sexual creature of the first order.
If Crystal wanted her advice, she'd pay dearly for it.
"Would you care for a drink?" Crystal offered after Amber deposited her gorgeous ass on her sofa.
Amber engaged her with a sassy look. "Sure. I need to cool off. Throw in an extra ice cube.
Crystal didn't perceive humor in her comment. Their eyes locked for a moment before she retreated into the kitchen. Amber glanced around and frowned. She sincerely hoped she planned on moving after she got a few more paychecks from Montana. This place was the pits! From the cheap wallpapers to the cardboard furniture, she could barely stomach it. Something needed to be done to improve the picture she saw.
Crystal returned with a chilled glass of Chablis. Amber supposed that was the best she had to offer. In a few months, she'd get the girl hooked on Dom Perignon; from that moment forward, she'd crave the best.
Amber brought the glass to her lips, then dipped her tongue into the wine. The gesture had definite carnal overtones. She was delighted to see Crystal digesting every second of her erotic candor. Her blue eyes flickered and her sensual lips parted.
"What was it you wished to discuss with me?" Amber broached the topic. "You didn't feel like talking at the studio."
Crystal sighed. "I know this is going to sound absurd, but I wanted to get to know you better. We're never allowed the chance to level with each other, dashing from one scene to the next." She lowered her tone to an octave or two. "I've always admired your work, Amber. You're hot, and it shows in every video you've ever made."
Amber's lips curved. "How sweet of you to say."
"I mean it. When I watch you perform, I'm wet. I couldn't begin to copy you-your style is unique. I can understand why your leading men have no problem staying hard. What I guess I'm trying to say, Amber, is that you're the best."
"That's nonsense. You're gorgeous, honey. You won't have a problem making it in Hollywood. Don't short change yourself. Give credit where it's due."
Crystal lowered her head. "I doubt I'll be as good as you. I'm much too self-conscious up there. I know everybody is watching me and I make mistakes. I can't block the surrounding faces, the shuffling about. You, on the other hand, can make that transition easy."
Amber patted Crystal's arm. It was a perfect opportunity to caress her. The girl's skin was velvet-soft. Amber tried to edit the stir it gave her from reaching her expression. It was a charge that could not be readily discounted. Whew! "From what I've seen, you're doing fine. Shake it off, baby. Kick that kind of negativity out of your head."
Even if Amber barely erased the explosive impulses, she saw that Crystal wasn't as lucky. The girl shivered beneath her calming touch. Rather than soothe her, she kindled a fire. Crystal's vibrations were in full evidence.