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CASTING COUCH CUMS!

Rusty couldn't believe he had someone of Montana's luscious quality
undulating beneath him. The gorgeous brunette drew her legs around his
hair-rough thighs and shivered. The office sofa wasn't designed for this
kind of activity, but they managed.

The would-be porn stud pushed his heavy cock bulb into Montana's soft,
wet flesh. Her cunt lips suctioned his rotund crown, then drew him into
her warm, willing body. She sighed, overwhelmed with joy, and slammed her
hips upward to capture all of him she could.

Rusty had what it takes in size, of that Montana was certain. But did
he have stamina?

"Fuck me, baby," the brunette wailed, deciding to test the young man's
carnal capabilities. "Fuck me and make me cum!"

And that was Rusty's goal precisely, and he proved he could over and
over and over again!

CHAPTER ONE

Montana Wildwood studied the players on the set and recalled her days
being on the opposite side of the camera. She was relieved not to be
beneath the blinding arc lights, conscious of staying on mark and
remembering her lines. There generally wasn't much of a script--given the
lack of story content in porn video--but she nevertheless made a conscious
effort to memorize dialogue.

The girl was absolutely gorgeous. Montana was pleased to have landed
someone of such fabulous allure. Blonde, blue-eyed and stirring, she
materialized in her office just prior to the casting of this current
production. Her tits were eye-catching, with ripe nipples standing at
attention. The girl, whose name was Crystal Stewart, confessed a secret
desire to appear in erotic films. She had seen her first with her
boyfriend, who adamantly insisted she possessed the required talent and
drove her to Hollywood to seek her fortune.

Montana was intrigued with the girl's candor when it came to nudity and
performing on camera. Several of her predecessors had qualms about baring
all and having sex with people they didn't know apart from the posters
advertising previous Wildwood Productions hanging on the walls. Crystal
appeared to love every minute the spotlight was centered upon her. Her
blue eyes sparkled with rapture when she was panned. Her full, sensual
lips parted and moved to whispered phrases that made a spectator's
temperature climb.

Montana couldn't remember being as eager. Girls featured in porn were
quick to dye their hair blonde to score points with producers. Montana
didn't succumb to that trick. She kept her shoulder-length brunette hair
natural, enjoying the way it whipped freely about, and which framed a
stunning face with high cheekbones, cat's green eyes and a pouting mouth.
At thirty-three, Montana could easily subtract five years from her age
without being challenged. Her long, slinky, eye-popping figure was yet
another major attraction. Men gave her second glances when she entered a
room--generally to either take in those incredible legs (her slim thighs
and shapely calves were to die for) or to check out her g****fruit-sized
tits (they rivaled Crystal's in the T-shirt Stretching Contest). Montana,
who was stacked well, invited stares from the crew throughout taping; she
attributed their interest to her tiny waist and mouth-watering buns.

Montana had enjoyed a lucrative run as a porn star. She ground out
several money making videos during her first year in the business that
catapulted her to unimagined fame. After earning a reputation for being
one of the industry's hottest (and valued) stars, Montana found herself in
the enviable position of dictating the terms for each new project. She
tended to enjoy the work because of its stimulating environment. It gave
her tremendous exposure, and cast her opposite some of the most desirable
men in the universe (at least, in her opinion).

Although the movies for which she was contracted were handsomely
mounted, Montana yearned to emboss them with her personal stamp. She had
her own concept of what was "hot," and wanted to be in charge of assembling
those components for any product released under her label. Prudently, she
funneled her own money (with some financing from backers who put their
total trust in Montana) into a venture that brought her critical success.
Magazines reviewing her videos complimented her on their inventiveness,
claiming she stretched the erotic mind as never before. Women wrote,
informing her of their satisfaction with her videos, which restored the
sizzle in their bedrooms.

Crystal Stewart, her latest creation, would sell cassettes in the
millions by the time she was done marketing them. Crystal's fresh,
entrancing beauty was a definite plus for her product line. When she was
on camera, the crew became deeply involved in her invigorating presence.
If the men taping the action didn't get a hard-on, Montana concluded they
weren't doing their jobs; she wanted every heart-stopping second captured
at its best angle. That's what separated her output from the rest.

The rustle of sheets and the soft purrs Crystal issued drifted from the
set. Montana sat in her director's chair, presiding over the scene. Her
green eyes flashed with interest as Crystal's sensuous body lengthened and
curved while toying with the large dildo she retrieved from the night
stand. Though basically a prop to enthrall viewers, the plastic cock helped
Crystal inject excitement in her every sob, her every jerk during its
manipulation.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, trailing the head over her big,
delicious-looking tits. She traced her nipples with infinite care, causing
them to spring upward after several lingering strokes. Crystal didn't
merely pursue her fleshy stubs--she lent the impression that each step
taken was a precursor to a major event. What she actually intended to do
with the dildo kept the viewer in suspense from the manner she handled it.

Montana attempted to detach herself from Crystal's exhibition and
maintain a professional eye, but found herself getting drawn into the
situation. Nearly every cell in her body was awakened by the girl's
performance. Crystal was exceptional, she told herself repeatedly, gazing
at those surging tits as she melodiously exhaled. The blonde hair fanned
across the pillow enclosed a face in exquisite agony. Crystal's eyes
glittered with dawning joy as she navigated the instrument of pleasure.
One could tell nothing furnished her greater excitement than a stiff cock.

In the background thumping rock music played, enhancing her explosive
display and seducing onlookers into a receptive mood.

Montana u*********sly wet her lips with her tongue and felt a pang of
hunger at Crystal's writhing. That sassy girl got her thirsty for sex.
Montana had always enjoyed intimacy with a woman. Rather than spoil her
for a man, it had the opposite effect. A woman, in Montana's estimation,
was an appetizer; the man her main course.

She considered the gentle placement of those hands and the invitation
they wrought. She pictured Crystal clutching her head while steering
Montana to the heat source between her legs. Montana thought about sucking
her pussy later, as she had during Crystal's steamy audition, yet reserved
that impulse. Her hectic schedule ruled out that possibility. Operating a
studio constantly ran interference with her social agenda. If she wasn't
supervising taping, then she was embroiled in meetings that lasted most the
day, battling with her accountants, or screening new applicants (which
didn't always evolve into sex). Montana was involved in her field to the
exclusion of a normal existence.

Crystal temporarily took Montana away from the bustle as she drifted
into the exotic tapestry she wove. She squelched the urge to slip a finger
into her panties and give herself a relief-affording jiggle. Montana wore
a miniskirt that would have facilitated such a maneuver, but refrained from
indulging that weakness. Her crew was similarly expected to weather the
storm of desire the actors unleashed until taping was complete. Jerking
off was expressly prohibited.

The dildo was brought down, one delectable inch at a time, until it
skimmed her navel and bordered the silken curls of her pussy. The camera
directed considerable attention to that area. After several hushed
moments, Crystal slid it into her cunt lips. The blunt end divided her
sluiced flesh, revealing its pink flaps.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Crystal wept as she sank the fake cock into her juicy
crevice. Her eyes closed; when they reopened, they gleamed. She seemed
remotely aware of her surroundings, having entered a world that defied
accurate description. Pushing the dildo into herself, she arched back and
related the charge through a flurry of gasps. Her lips twisted as she
delved further and further into her cunt.

Montana assessed Crystal's lank, flowing thighs. She recalled that
first time when they were wrapped about her head as she ate Crystal. They
were in her office, having gone over the stipulations of her contract, when
Crystal opted to clinch the deal with sex. She lifted her skirt,
disclosing those golden wisps that profiled her snatch, then took Montana's
hand and placed it over that heated moisture. Crystal's interview began on
a diligent note; after the girl demonstrated an overt wildness, it promptly
switched into a decadent affair. Montana held nothing back; the girl
summoned her appetite, and received nothing short of its full-flamed
intensity. She tongue-fucked Crystal until the girl spasmed in her face
twice, then strapped on a dildo and proceeded to fill her pussy with heavy
rubber. Crystal got off on everything she did, begging her for more. The
girl was tireless, insatiable, testing the boundaries even Montana
prescribed for herself.

Montana was suspicious of Crystal's boyfriend, Peter. He insisted upon
his inclusion in each taping, explaining that he represented Crystal's
well-being. Montana didn't buy his story for a second; she recognized his
delighted glow when Amber Lake arrived for her scenes. Peter salivated
over every nubile inch she unfurled. He would have given his right ball to
change places with any one of the actors and fuck her.

Montana observed him sitting over in the corner. His intermittent
glances at the suite of dressing rooms was all the proof she required.
Amber would appear next in a pulse-raising three-way.

Unlike Peter, Montana could wait. Amber was one of her more
temperamental people, who raged over the smallest things. Montana could
not do without Amber; Crystal, a newcomer, wasn't as large a draw as
someone of Amber's caliber. She was forced to placate the volatile actress
and cater to her whims. If Amber favored a glass of Dom Perignon before
taping, along with a tray of Russian caviar and crackers, Montana had
little choice but to supply her those extravagances. A personal masseuse
was tossed into the deal as well (Amber complained of muscle aches after
long, grueling scenes), to the tune of five thousand per month. Montana
subscribed to a limousine service for her as well, transporting Amber from
her Hollywood Hills home and delivering her to the doorstep of Wildwood
Productions. If Amber happened to see a friend or two on the way, she
whisked them along for a ride, stopped for dinner at a top LA restaurant,
then charged it to the studio (business discussion, Amber reconciled).
Once again, Montana picked up the tab.

Amber's name (in addition to her trademark tits) on the front of a video
translated into big bucks for Montana's studio. The reigning sex goddess
of the porn industry, Amber had achieved bankable status. Chancing a
confrontation over Amber's mercurial moods was not something Montana wished
to do.

Montana much preferred sweet Crystal, who endlessly provoked her
creative staff. After she put her in front of the camera, Crystal might
copy Amber's demands--but by then, she hoped Amber Lake was in retirement.
She adamantly hoped Crystal would emerge Wildwood's latest sensation.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Crystal recaptured her awareness as she expertly
manipulated the dildo. She plunged it whole into her cunt, then sawed back
and forth through slick pussy lips until it glistened with her juices.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh yes! Ohhhhhhh!"

Once again, Montana felt drawn into the whirlpool of excitement. The
rapture Crystal conveyed influenced her. Montana's nipples rebelliously
bulged through her outfit. Her clit twitched nervously while she studied
the young actress's feverish gyrations. Crystal's moans and shrieks
pierced her composure. It became increasingly difficult for Montana to
play bystander to Crystal's meteoric spectacle.

Rising from her director's chair, she surveyed the others and saw that
her physical and emotional turbulence went unnoticed. Montana had more
than enough duties to attend to than her own sexual fulfillment.
Wordlessly, she sauntered from the room, hoping to shake the jolting
disturbances that raced through her body.

* * *

Crystal was vaguely aware the boss of Wild-wood Productions had made her
exit. When taped, every fiber of her being was honed to perfect focus.
Crystal wanted the world to see her excitement simmer, then explode. Her
salary and future were based on how many tapes her name could sell. If she
couldn't compel someone to masturbate or make a grab for their spouse while
playing one of her videos, then she hadn't properly done her job. Turning
people on was quite a chore. Crystal had to consult her imagination for
new and exciting ways to bring sexual instinct to the surface. Placing her
finger on the correct hot spot proved more than a formidable task. She had
to empty her mind of all else and concentrate on total eroticism;
projecting that for the camera lens was an involved and intense process.

The one person who survived her purge of distraction was Pete, her
boyfriend. He inspired her arousal and kept it on constant flame. All she
needed to do was occupy herself with pictures of him-- naked, sweating,
horny--and her titillation was complete.

The dildo became an extension of Pete's cock. She opened her legs to
snare it, reaching for that manly mass with her drenched cunt. Her sob
echoed through the set as that solid object plunged into her moist pussy.
She pumped herself with it, twisting her body exotically, receiving
pleasure. In her mind, Pete was fucking her brains out. His hard cock
jerked through her hot squish, crammed to the balls. She sustained this
illusion, bucking and wailing for five uninterrupted minutes, her
sweltering ordeal recorded for the thrill-seeking public.

Crystal leveraged her excitement by putting a finger to her clit for a
rousing jiggle. The dildo never left her hand, piloting through her
succulent recesses. Fast and furiously, her digit traveled. Wet sounds
washed from her pussy. Her cunt lips puckered for the lunging sex toy,
catching and bunching over its artificial plane.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, fucking herself with the fake cock.
Her pussy sucked and slithered over it, making one hungry grasp after
another. Her snapping finger put her stimulation into perspective. A hot,
sweeping jitteriness mounted from within.

Crystal almost yelled out for Pete, but managed to keep her motivate
secret. Nobody--not even her boyfriend--knew what sequence of thoughts
propelled her. Some might have believed her narcissistic, being watched
was a powerful stimulant; that, she had been told, fueled the performances
of others in her field.

Pete would make her happy after she wrapped the scene. Her dressing
room would be used to answer the smoldering needs the dildo awakened.
Crystal's craving for flesh and blood precluded her from attaining
artificial fulfillment. Her satisfaction wasn't validated by synthetic
devices. After Pete's pants dropped, she'd have the real food source for
her cunt. His stiff cock would excite her pussy in a way no dildo could.

Oh, God, she was doing this for him, she remembered, close to orgasm.
She bared her exhilarated flesh and permitted herself to be filmed because
of Pete. His thirst for fame and power in the industry drove him; she was
an agent of that aspiration. Ultimately, she didn't care about the money
or her positioning. Pete's elation was solely what mattered. She devoted
herself to him and his vision in total. Her love for the man overruled the
drooling mouths and piercing eyes that surrounded her. Pete taught her how
to mentally erase them in order to instill the perpetual sizzle in her
work.

Pete did everything for her. He was her professional consultant,
manager, public relations person, confidante and lover. Crystal functioned
exclusively on his instruction, and obeyed him without question. Her
seduction of Montana Wildwood was perpetrated by Pete; he directed Crystal
to appeal to the woman's hidden inclinations to facilitate her employment.
He told her exactly how to go about it so that Montana was hers to command.


Crystal had followed his every suggestion to the letter, and discovered
that sex between two women was deliciously special. She deliberately
avoided apprising him of how deeply she enjoyed her private session with
Montana. The head of Wildwood Productions had legendary sexual powers.
Her pure, serpentine tongue left an unforgettable impression. Crystal came
a half dozen times before Montana lifted her mouth from her ravaged cunt.
The joy had been so plentiful she almost didn't have the energy to
reciprocate--yet did. Crystal fucked Montana with her tongue until every
syllable she spoke was slurred, splintered and finally silenced. Montana's
drippings were sugar-coated, her snatch lips traced with honey. Crystal
took generous servings of her pussy, rubbing her mouth all over that
glossy, pink flesh. Voraciously she ate Montana, flicking over her swollen
clit while her screams escalated. When she spasmed in her face at length,
Montana was lethargic but grateful. She gave Crystal a final sample of her
oral expertise--and another energy-sapping orgasm--before awarding her a
two-year contract.

Crystal squeezed the dildo into her cunt and shivered. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh.
Wet rubber penetrated her snatch. Her chin went up and her lips spread
thickly as electricity shot through her nervous system. The burrowing
instrument was snared by clinging mush. In and out she dragged the fake
cock, elevating her pleasure. The urge was unstoppable. Deliriously, she
fucked herself. Ohhhhhhhh. It felt so good, reminding her of how Pete's
cock felt when encased in her soaked warmth. Of course, the throbbing was
a missing element, but she would have that soon.

Her finger rotated her clit to burning satisfaction. It pulsed savagely
at her expert manipulation. Her hips snapped wildly as a direct result of
that orchestration. Juice poured from her crevice, streaming over her
velvety thighs.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh! She was wide-open, ready for some real cock. Pete's
cunt-filling member ruled her immediate thoughts. Considering its hard,
splitting quality, her excitement jumped another notch.

Her ass slapped the sheets, her heart pounding, her breath broken by a
loud gulp. The fever was uncontrollable. A hot flush colored her ecstatic
features, sweat coursing from each pore. In the heat of the moment, only
the dildo and Pete existed; the room whirled around her during that
fantasy. The camera crew and the blistering lights faded from sight.

Crystal's eyes rolled up into their sockets at the peak of her agitation
before she went numb. The dildo abruptly dropped from her hand and her
finger bolted from her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The director motioned for them to "cut." The area buzzed with activity,
repositioning equipment, testing lighting, reviewing script changes. Most
were oblivious to the girl whose perceptions slowly returned to normal.

Pete sat the edge of the bed, studying Crystal's reclamation. Beyond
doubt, she was gorgeous--a true babe. He dabbed her forehead with a towel.
Her eyelids blinked several times before they steadied.

"You were terrific," he remarked when he knew she could hear him. "You
gave me a hard-on."

She glimpsed him for the proof. Mmmmmmm. Pete's crotch was deliciously
swollen. His cock bulged widely under her lengthening stare. "Is that for
me?"

His grin remained fixed. "Sure is."

"Let's go take care of it," she murmured, eager for his hungry slide
into her pussy.

Pete glanced at the door as though expecting to see Amber emerge on the
scene. The voluptuous actress cast her spell on him. Although he was
enthusiastic about doing Crystal, Amber floated through his mind. He
couldn't help but dwell over that beautiful face venting him a uncivil
look, tacitly demanding he pound her into submission. Amber made no secret
about her enjoyment of sex, and imparted that message through every gig.

Naturally, Amber wasn't nearly prepared to tape. Her late arrivals on
the set were not only expected, but tolerated. Amber could afford to be
nonchalant; she was principally the breadwinner for Wildwood, and crowed
about it endlessly.

Pete wondered if he could manage her. A girl that raked in the dough
required expert representation. Whoever was currently navigating her
career couldn't do her nearly the justice that he could. Pete figured he
could renegotiate the terms of her contract that would make her the highest
paid entertainer in porn.

Of course, Amber wasn't stupid. He believed her economically shrewd.
To entrust someone with her career and permit him to take control of her
financial affairs would take more than genius. That person had to back his
claim with the required attitude and bedroom athletics. Sex was an
effective bargaining tool. Amber wouldn't respect anyone without balls; in
that department, Pete had it made.

He never heard a single complaint from Crystal. She took all she could
get.

Amber could be persuaded--and he was just the guy to do it.

CHAPTER TWO

The telephone rang several times in Amber's room before the recorder
switched on. "Sorry, I can't pick up the phone right now. I'm probably
fucking somebody. At the sound of the tone, you know what to do."

Although Amber Lake's standard message sounded a bit far-fetched, she
was brutally accurate. Her legs reached high and around her stud of the
moment, Buddy Bang--affectionately known as "B.B." by those familiar with
the industry. Buddy happened to be one of Amber's favorite fuck partners.
She'd made several movies with him and never failed to get stirred up over
his lean, smooth body and boyish features attached to eleven inches of
unrelenting pleasure. B.B.'s light brown hair was nearly as long as hers,
except he chose to put his in a pony tail, as was the convention of most
young male porn stars.

Amber was everything you would expect from an actress of adult films:
wickedly impertinent, busty, eye-catching and loud. Brunette curls framed
a stunning face with dark, flashing eyes. Her full, sensual lips were
wildly expressive, mouthing lewd phrases while broaching an entirely tame
subject. Amber was a highly skilled individual who not only brought men to
their knees, but made them glad they were there. She didn't intimidate
nearly as much as she caused people to think nasty. Her in-your-face,
let-it-hang-out style was adopted by most performers in the business. She
was shamelessly sexy.

On her back, she gazed up at her fancied co-star and let him fill her
pussy with his enormous cock. Some women might have flinched when B.B.
crammed that monster into them, but Amber did nothing of the sort. She
welcomed its tight, cunt-squashing fit. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She loved
fucking B.B., whether it was on the set or in the privacy of her own home.
They didn't always work on the same projects together, but when she could
designate him as her leading man, she did so without hesitation.

At twenty-five, B.B. looked years younger. B.B. resembled a beach bum
who flunked out of school, pilfered favors from anyone he could, and was
corrupted by the likes of porn stars such as Amber Lake. His image amused
Amber, as she had known B.B. to be one of the most intelligent and
disciplined actors of her acquaintance. Not only had B.B. graduated from
college, but when he wasn't working, he avidly read John Keats, Thomas
Hardy and James Joyce, among others. He savored literary perfection and
claimed those writers fueled his imagination by giving him focus.

At the moment, scholarly enrichment wasn't on B.B.'s mind as he slammed
into Amber. He made her sweat profusely as he pumped her steadily with his
big cock. B.B. had an energetic rhythm that automatically accelerated
Amber's pulse. Keen to the voluptuous brunette's preference for a nice,
stiff fuck, B.B. delivered. His sharp, penetrating thrusts caused her
water bed to violently rock in conjunction with Amber's spirited cries.

"Oh, yeah, baby," she murmured, listening to her squishy sounds when his
dick slipped in and out of her wet pussy. "Fuck me. Harder. Yes." His
balls loudly slapped her ass, their thud a stimulant.

B.B. knelt between Amber's spread legs, letting them lock about him.
She writhed splendidly on her back, flicking her tongue and sending him
scorched looks. She sucked his cock right into her snatch, molding her
cuntal walls over his throbbing bulk. Amber gave his enlarged member a
loving squeeze before permitting it to roll backward. Her pussy choked off
every ticklish spot in his thing. B.B. threw his head back, then plunged
with abandon into her drenched depths. Ahhhhhhhhhhhh! Being smothered by
Amber's cunt was an absolute treat. She had a knack for attuning herself
to her partner's vibrations, then shifting into fast gear. It took
everything B.B. had just to catch up with her once she got going. Those
fiery hips of hers were untamable; not even his furious slams into her
pussy brought correction.

He managed to glance at where they were connected. Her juicy cunt lips
puckered his thick stem. He saw his pulsing mass push until their pubes
met, then experienced her awesome compression. His mouth dropped open.
Sweat poured from his brow and trickled onto her bounding tits. Christ,
she was hot. Amber was so fucking gorgeous, he couldn't take his eyes off
her. He enjoyed being buried between those shapely legs, in her satin
heat--whether or not he was paid for the effort. He stuck his whole cock
into her again and again, regaled by her lyrical cries, to reap that
benefit.

He jammed his cock into her, swift and unsparing. Amber's soft moan
aroused him. Her pussy was a moving target he loved to shaft. Oh, yeah,
he thought. It was so great to occupy.

Amber didn't like staying in the same position for more than a few
minutes; furthermore, having B.B. pound her shoulder blades into the
mattress precluded her from gaining control. She didn't mind being briefly
dominated, but Amber was far too vivacious to accept an extensively passive
role. Gripping B.B., Amber urged him to rotate their arrangement so that
he was on the bottom. Her brunette curls bounced upon her arrival on his
lap, which she regarded as a hot seat of excitement. His cock wasn't
displaced an inch during the transition, completely submerged in her soaked
cunt. B.B.'s pony tail lashed her face when flipping over; Amber, however,
was too deeply aroused to let its sting register.

After submitting to B.B.'s powerful thrusts, Amber relished the
opportunity to reciprocate. She engaged his swollen member with a snap of
her hips, nearly causing him to bend in her pussy. She jerked back and
forth, breathlessly riding him. Her big tits bobbed in his face, the
distended nipples silently demanding his lick.

B.B. didn't have to be asked twice. He grabbed one with his lips, then
vented a suck guaranteed to inflict dizziness. In addition, he throttled
its stubby end with his tongue until she gasped for air.

"Jesus," she murmured when bubbles formed around his mouth, then saliva
seeped onto her scorched flesh. Reacting from that prickling rush, she
pushed down with her cunt until his dick filled her to capacity.

B.B. wasn't about to let her solely be the aggressor. He speared
through juicy flesh, driving into her narrow channel. Amber wailed as he
opened her cunt with each stroke. His hard dick sliding up and down her
tightly wrapped pussy afforded her a potent charge. He cupped her
buttocks, his long fingers branching over her quivering flesh, and pumped
her nonstop before she had a chance to respond.

When Amber finally reclaimed her composure, she gave B.B. a fucking he
wouldn't soon forget. Pinning his broad shoulders with her hands, she
galloped wildly, slapping his groin without care, riding him until his mind
was purged of every detail but that acutely clenching cunt. Her tits
thrashed about as she humped him, similar to two fleshy boulders on a
collision course. Her slick pussy lips kissed the base of his cock, their
pecks soft and sloppy.

"Fuck me, baby," B.B. moaned, giving himself over to the assault Amber
furnished. He didn't even attempt to return her fury. Amber was the
licensed operator--she'd steer their course.

Amber scooped her battering tits together after their frantic activity
and aligned her nipples for B.B.'s visual enjoyment. Those fleshy stubs
forming one, delectable prong, were inserted into his mouth.

"Suck them," she fervently ordered, stuffing his face. "Suck them
hard." Her command carried a curt edge, brooking no defiance. She watched,
then felt, B.B. execute her instruction. His pull on her delicate,
inflamed nubs earned a tormented cry. "Oh, yeah. Keep doing that."
Showing her delight, she repeatedly slammed herself over his solid dick
until the air was plucked from his lungs.

"Mmmmmmmmm," B.B. muttered, vibrating over each nub he condensed.
Amber bombarded his nervous system with a continual procession of pelvis
slaps intended to make him explode. If it weren't for his extensive
training to retard that impulse, he would have sent a jet stream of hot cum
to the furthest reaches of her pussy. Her cunt walls closed on him,
pinching the taut skin of his cock in their surging clasp.

While B.B. delayed orgasm, Amber readily embraced it. Women were
permitted to spasm as many times as they wished during taping, while the
men preserved their splattering moment for the grand finale. B.B. had
conditioned himself to resist prematurely spurting, even while Amber ground
herself on him with crazed severity. A man of lesser qualification
wouldn't have lasted more than five minutes in bed with Amber; the sheer
authority between her legs would have neutralized their staying power.

B.B. groaned as Amber squeezed him into her pussy. His erect cock
strained within its soft, pulsing walls. She did an excellent job at
robbing him of air. Her fine, husky style was intact during a private, and
well-recorded, session. That velvety cunt smothered him in a warm, juicy
hug. Ahhhhh! He spread his muscular thighs wide, wishing to savor its
unobstructed glide up and down his throbbing shaft, from his bloated crown
to his compact balls.

Amber's glutted expression reigned supreme. She smashed herself down on
B.B., promoting his hoarse intake. Oh, yes, she loved sitting on cock. It
gave her a sense of domination, controlling one's pleasure, steering one's
course. Nothing paralleled manipulation. Fewer things in life gave her a
higher degree of satisfaction.

She gazed down at that boyish face, searching for a clue that disclosed
his true years. B.B. concealed his age via that untainted look he honed
to perfection. When you connected a young kisser to a giant cock, it made
for a startling combination. What delighted the patrons of porn video even
more was B.B.'s expert operation of machinery. When viewers saw that power
tool in action, pounding the likes of her and other gorgeous women into
submission, they clamored for more.

Amber loved fucking B.B.'s big dick. It reached far into her tender
cunt, expanding her lips to maximum flexibility. Her hefty clit rolled
right over his manly bulk, sending a barrage of potent sparks through her
entire body. His balls were a slapping affirmation of that joy.

She listened to the slick noises her pussy made during her ride at full
speed. B.B.'s cock got sucked into her soaked pussy with ferocious
momentum, then was given a howling clamp to validate her hunger. B.B.'s
guttural moan reverberated, along with those wet sounds. All of it
heightened her gratification.

"Oh, yeah, baby," Amber uttered, deliriously. "Fuck me. Deeper.
Harder. Oh, yeah."

B.B. wordlessly answered her call, providing a tall, solid cock to
stand in her thumping snatch. She greased his shaft with her copious love
sap. Her hot, squeezing lips applied their lustful stamp.

"Take it," B.B. grunted. "Oh, yeah. Get it. Get the whole thing."
Through a film of sweat, he studied those bashing tits, receiving a shower
of moisture when they smacked together. Rivulets streamed from those
large, heaving boobs. Her nipples glistened with perspiration.

She worked that hard, pulsating mass, pumping her ass cheeks until he
was fully sheathed. B.B. provided her satisfying friction. She rubbed
his dick with her pussy, affording herself a tingly massage. She snapped
up every last bit with her cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Amber enjoyed the way
that big, solid monster moved through her pussy, lending her the stiffness
essential for a fast orgasm.

His handsome face was marred with lines of agony as her pussy gobbled
him up. The sheer tightness was more than he could reasonably digest. Her
drenched plumbing was another contributor--sucking him to her wet confines.
She emphatically tugged the taut skin of his cock, jarring his senses. Oh,
yeah--it felt so good to fuck him.

She pummelled B.B. with hot squish for several minutes before electing
to alter their position. A shapely leg was swung over his smooth thigh
without detaching her cunt. Turning, she traded his sweltering expression
for her own fever-bright expression on the opposite wall's mirror.

B.B.'s knees slid up while he anchored himself in bed. Amber gazed at
his thick cock curving up into her pussy. That stretched, stout dick left
no room for want. The fat stem palpitated. She caressed it and his balls,
purring with delight. Ohhhhhhhhhh. It pleased her to see him planted
whole.

B.B., shifting into a more active mode, began hammering cock into her.
His first reflex was to let Amber feel mobility in her sluiced cunthole.
She moaned from its explosive punch. He stabbed into her snatch with
cunt-splitting strokes, opening her up to gain the furthest access to her
slick channel.

Amber arched her back, whipping her dark mane back at B.B. His hands
swooped over her swollen nipples, raking them with his fingers. Her stiff
peaks popped through, radiating a current that surged through her entire
system.

Amber's pupils slid upward and her lips broadened with glistening awe as
B.B.'s huge member sliced through her tight pussy. She willed herself into
a bottleneck, veering against his cock's skin with slippery joy. Oxygen
was rapidly processed during that lush, sliding activity.

Ohhhhhhhh! His upstanding member came right up to receive those juicy
lips. She instantly sank down on him, squeezing his cock with wrapped
muscle. He throbbed wildly in her clutches.

"That feels great, baby," B.B. muttered after Amber massaged him to his
utter satisfaction. A moment later, his head rolled to one side and his
mouth dropped open after being agitated by its relentless stroking. A
drawn out gasp came from deep in his throat. He jerked, unable to shake
the enjoyment that gripped him.

She scooped up his balls and fondled them. Her touch was exquisite--the
ideal mix of feline curiosity and lush contentment. Her exploration
expanded to include a sweep of his firm thighs. Amber adored the male
architecture--particularly when swelled to maximum size. She could easily
spend hours playing with an erect cock, from its plump bulb to its
condensed sack, and not get bored. She gingerly handled those balls, alert
to their content. How B.B. managed to replenish their supply after a
productive day in front of the camera boggled her mind. A man like B.B.
had to constantly stretch his erotic imagination to keep functioning.
Rarely had she seen him too fatigued to perform; with B.B., all one had to
do was push a button and he fucked.

She caressed his delicate section of his well-oiled machine before
pulling every inch into her hungry cunt. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. Her hot pussy
filled with studly cock. Every nook and cranny was occupied with his
pulsating bulk.

"Fuck me, baby," she crooned. "Fuck me."

B.B. availed himself of her silky planes. Her flesh was a treat to the
senses: whispery soft with the scent of strawberries. Amber bathed in a
variety of soaps that made each coupling luscious. He never knew what
exotic perfumed smell she would carry next.
She rocked with abandon on his lap, enjoying his noisy slide into her
nectar-rich pussy. His balls continued to smack her inner thighs while her
juicy lips puckered his cock. He stuck himself as far as he could into her

vibrating channel, reaping its tingly benefit.

"Oh, yeah. Like that," she moaned. B.B. slammed into her with all he
had. After Amber cried out, he grunted, "Want more?"

"Yeah. Fuck me."

B.B. obliged her plea with tormenting repetition. He speared through
hot, dripping tissue, giving it one wild smack after another.

They were both getting close to total depletion. B.B. wanted their
pleasure to culminate doggie-style. Fucking on his back was acceptable,
but didn't lend the proper leverage he had while on his knees. He liked
finishing off his women in that position.

Gripping Amber's mound, he flipped her over without displacing his cock.
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh. He was in there good. She landed on her knees with a sigh.
His view of that mouth-watering ass made him swallow roughly. He cupped
those tasty buns, then gave them a hungry pinch. He withdrew just enough
to see his dick protrude from that succulent pink crevice. Amber must have
known he savored that glimpse, for she gifted him with a glorious squeeze.
His shaft twitched eagerly in her crushing hug. B.B. moaned, then
encompassed her sumptuous ass with tremendous hands and proceeded to pump
her hard.

Amber whimpered as B.B. fucked her. His groin bounced off her
curvaceous flesh, effecting a staccato rhythm. His pony tail thumped his
backside as he riddled her pliant flesh with gratifying thrusts.

"Oh, yeah," B.B. croaked, in control of her bucking ass. His base
ground securely to her pink, furrowed rim, deriving the utmost
satisfaction. His fingertips dug into her flesh to both savor her velvety
textures and position her for maximum penetration. Ahhhhhhhh. She was so
wonderfully malleable he couldn't squeeze her enough. He thoroughly reamed
her pussy with his bone-solid cock.

Amber's dark hair flew over her shoulder. She vented him a steamy look
that begged him to continue. Her eyes did a zing, her lips a gaping pout.
She silently implored him to saw through those juicy flaps and bring his
cock home. At the heat of the moment, she abruptly hurled herself back for
impalement. Her facial cast and echoing sigh was of supreme bliss once the
connection was complete.

B.B. ran his dick in and out of her luscious floodgate, dragging that
heart-shaped rump to his hungry body. As each inch of his excited shaft
was consumed by her ravenous hole, his Adam's apple convulsively twitched.
Those juicy cunt lips closed around his cock. He twisted himself in their
sappy embrace, gasping with joy. He stabbed into her again and again so
those gratifying sensations would repeat. His chin tilted high and his
eyes closed at the height of his indulgence. Her warm, wet pussy
stimulated him. His senses raged at her soft, clasping fit.

B.B. grabbed her butt and pulled it to him so that their bodies were in
alignment. He wanted to be fully encased in her hot, prickling squish.
The loud, slick noises that emerged from her cunt illustrated her degree of
excitement as well.

Amber smiled. B.B. gave her a lasting thrill. No matter how long they
fucked, the ecstasy was resurgent. His noisy smacks at her butt reiterated
his compensation. She loved having him buried to the hilt, submerging his
rock-hard thing in her snatch, then its blazing progression to every
starved corner.

B.B. watched his dick sink into her wet, split pussy. It looked so
good, scrutinizing those soaked flaps rolling up and over his cock. The
sublime comfort they brought was even better. He howled with delight as he
pumped that receptive hole, responding enthusiastically to its clamp.
Amber wiggled beneath his grope, as though taunting him. He slammed into
her squirming cunt, subjecting her to the non-negotiable hardness of his
horny cock.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Amber moaned, feeling the brunt of his excitement.

He didn't allow her to recover for a moment. His savage thrusts shook
her very foundation. Amber wasn't permitted to come up for air. He
pounded her into submission, one wild stroke after another. His intent was
to fuck her brains out and at the rate his stiff cock traveled through her
trembling cunt, he succeeded.

"Harder!" she imperatively cried. "Harder!"

B.B. showed no mercy. His quick, deep jabs elevated her to the desired
level. Amber's brain whirred at the influx of stimulation. She couldn't
begin to digest the torrent that swept her body.

She clawed the sheets, trying to achieve balance, but failed. B.B.'s
striking groin nearly caused her to fall flat on her face. Her nipples
sk**ded over the cool sheets, sending a trail of sparks to her molten core.


B.B. didn't stop for a second. He continued to rivet her cunt. His
objective was plain: make Amber cum.

"Jesus," she sobbed, unable to feign orgasm if only to have him reduce
his shattering lunge. When B.B. fucked her, there was no faking it. Her
pleasure was genuine. He addressed that remote throbbing sensation with
his cunt-probing thrust. "Oh, baby, yes. Don't stop. More."

His heavy balls thumped against her ass, immune to the dull ache of his
rhythm. He listened to her cunt disengage, then moistly reattach itself to
his dick when he withdrew, then powered his way back in. Ahhhhhhhhhhh.
The urge to cum was so great, he clenched his teeth.

Soon, baby, he thought deliriously--soon!

Amber's temperature rose to fever level as he fucked her pussy. She was
beyond giddy from its constant shift in direction. That big, manly cock
drove into her as though it belonged in the very center of her throbbing
snatch; its vibrant pulsations kept her fiercely excited.

In the midst of this frantic activity, B.B. tossed his trump card on
the table: he placed his huge thumb over her clit and effected a
nerve-seizing rub. Amber's entire air supply compressed from her lungs.
She slammed against B.B.'s impressive pecs and shivered.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, sweat pouring from her face.

B.B. didn't let her throaty response dissuade him. His cock jerked
through her soaked tissue, forcing her breathless acknowledgment. His
stroking digit was merely an additional excitant.

Amber loved the way he jiggled her. B.B. sure hit the spot.
Ohhhhhhhh! She emptied her mind of all but that electrifying tip and the
magic it rendered. His big thing moving through her sopping passage
accounted for the balance of her fulfillment.

"You like that, baby?" he whispered raggedly in her ear. "You know it's
going to make you cum."

His words fell on deaf ears. Amber was already driven beyond the point
of no return. She sensed orgasm building inside her for some time--now she
was at the peak of arousal. B.B. fingered her nonstop until she began
spasming.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" she cried out, buckling on her knees. Stars flashed
before her eyes. The slippage B.B. pounded into her burned intensely upon
impact. "I'm cumming! Oh, honey, I'm cumming! Yeah!"

B.B. was glad to hear it. He had delayed his eruption far too long.
While Amber contracted around his throbbing member, he sank into her cunt
one final time before losing it. The collision was more than either of
them could handle. Even in her tightly wrapped pussy, his cock jerked
violently while emitting its hot goo.

Christ! It was such a treat, cumming inside Amber's snatch. B.B. was
accustomed to yanking out and spurting her writhing backside; to shoot his
cum into her cunt elevated his satisfaction.

"Oh, yeah, baby," he grunted, oblivious to all else but that
uninterrupted flow. "Oh, yeah."

Amber's lips curved as she felt the sticky accumulation. B.B. squirted
heavily, pumping her full. The second he pulled out, cum would seep from
her saturated hole.

She bunched her tits together, shivering, tweaking every ounce of
leftover excitement. Her nipples received each pinch, each flick with a
burst of joy.

At length, B.B. detached himself from Amber's inundated cunt. As
expected, jism streamed from the aggravated crevice in dense profusion.
Cum ran down her inner thighs. Despite his active taping schedule, B.B.
managed to flood her.

Just as Amber let out an elated quiver, the phone clattered in the
background. When her answering machine switched on, she listened.

"Hi, Amber. This is Pete--Crystal's agent. Can you please call me at
your earlier convenience. I have something important to discuss with you
that will be advantageous to us both."

Amber frowned. Wasn't he ever going to give up? She had done her level
best to elude him, yet he kept bothering her. Obviously, "no" was
unacceptable--in any way she said it.

Pete's intentions were transparent to Amber. She was keen to his plan
of enlisting her as a client. Judging from the manner in which he handled
Crystal, Amber wanted no part of his management style. Domination was very
much his game.

B.B.'s sweltering expression informed her that he hadn't caught her
latest message. B.B. was similarly cautious of placing his business
affairs in the control of someone like Pete. The probability of being
stolen blind ran high.

After B.B. left, Amber intended to release each and all of Pete's
requests. She had no desire to associate herself with someone of his
malign character.

One didn't survive in this kind of business by being pathetically
stupid.

CHAPTER THREE

Montana Wildwood took a break from reviewing some of the footage shot
earlier in the day by treating herself to some Chablis. Initially she
meant to pour half a glass, but given the events that developed that
afternoon, one just shy of the rim was filled.

Pete, Crystal's boyfriend/manager, had insisted upon a private meeting
in which he dictated certain terms Montana had no intention of honoring.
He wanted the option of developing projects for Crystal to star. He wanted
to launch her on an all-expenses-paid promotional tour that would generate
enthusiasm for her future videos. He also wanted script approval--prior to
Crystal's first blush.

Pete wanted a number of things that would never get a single nod.
Though strongly feeling Crystal would receive delicious hype for Wildwood
productions, Montana would not permit herself to be ordered about by an
amateur. Montana maintained professional standards and ran her
organization by her own code--exempt of outsider input. Crystal was slated
for maximum exposure, though not with the breakneck speed Pete wished.
Montana simply did not have the kind of operating capitol Pete imagined;
even if she did, she would not tolerate his demands.

She took a healthy gulp of her drink, then sighed. If only she could
rid herself of the emotion attached to each project. Montana, by nature,
was a sensitive creature. She might seem tough, even callous by some, but
those who truly understood her saw the fragile woman she was. After the
poisonous darts were thrown and invectives hurled, Montana was stripped of
her armor. She hid behind a harsh, inflexible image to ward off unwanted
parties.

As a matter of practice, she distanced herself from those in her employ.
Montana had no desire to create friendships that would consume her
emotional energies. It was best to stay a loner and conserve her stamina
for the longevity of her business. The problem she faced was that those
that populated her company were highly desirable individuals who brought
temptation at every turn. She taught herself the art of discipline in
moderating her indulgence.

Alone late at her studio, she was given the opportunity to think
clearly--without the interruption of the phone, people barging into her
office while attempting to hold a meeting or other unpleasant distractions.
Preserving her sanity was key.

These days, Montana recognized her shortage of patience. Her
assistants, alert to the amount of stress she was under, implied a vacation
was in order. Montana, a work horse, rejected their suggestion. The
aggregate hours she spent at the studio didn't explain her fatigue--what
did, she came to realize, was her lack of a social life. Montana did not
have a romantic interest in which to place her focus.

Montana once had a regular lover--Robert, a magazine photographer. She
had met him in her early days, prior to making her first video. On a
sexual level, they burned up the sheets. Robert was deliciously
insatiable. The problem, however, stemmed from her busy schedule at the
inception of Wildwood Productions. Montana eventually found herself in
increasing demand--much to Robert's chagrin. Her inability to spend
quality time with him led to the demise of that relationship.

Next came Mark, a bronzed stud, who ruled her everyday thoughts for six
consecutive months. Mark was such a good fuck, she could hardly wait to
wrap things up for the day so she could hop in the sack with him for an
all-nighter. He ran a profitable restaurant business that made him a
millionaire. Their mutual lust swiftly cooled after he relocated to New
York to launch an East Coast location. Both suffered from the transition
of sex on a nightly basis to occasional weekends and sought new partners.
Mark had no problem in finding a replacement; Montana didn't bother. She
decided to invest those energies into a more worthwhile pursuit: enlarging
her fortunes.

Neglecting her personal life had been judged regrettable particularly on
nights such as these, when Montana felt utterly alone. She would preferred
to be enveloped in a pair of masculine arms, lazing in bed, with a bottle
of champagne and a hormone-provoking video playing on the TV. Those lush
moments spent with men like Robert and Mark weren't forgotten; she
periodically took them off the shelf and gave them a dusting.

Strangely, the only person of late who touched a nerve was Crystal.
Certainly Montana wasn't about to migrate to that kind of relationship
after admitting failure with a straight arrangement. Men would always
raise her pulse, get her pussy moist; women, however, were like a box of
chocolates she kept tucked away for a secret thrill.

Having Pete in the picture soured Montana's appetite for Crystal. She
wasn't liable to indulge herself if she had to deal with him. Montana
would prefer to have no one than tackle that kind of scenario.

A knock sounded at her door, reverting Montana's thoughts to the
presence. She frowned. With the exception of the security guard, she
hadn't expected to be bothered. "Yes?" she asked, unable to censor the
irritation from her voice.

A tall, lean guy with dark hair, a mustache and the beginnings of a
beard entered her office. The white tank top he wore revealed a developed
chest loaded with dark curls and biceps pumped up in size. His jeans were
worn at the crotch, drawing immediate attention to the heft of his cock.
"Miss Wildwood?"

Montana had never seen him before. Usually she wasn't kind to
strangers, but struck by his virile presence, she employed a less grating
tone. "Yes, I'm Miss Wildwood. What can I do for you?"

"I'm Rusty Peters. You scheduled me for an audition this evening."

Montana searched her memory banks. She couldn't recall having jotted
that item on her agenda. "Are you confident it was tonight?"

He nodded. "This note was prepared by your secretary."

Montana scanned it for authenticity. Yes, it was Paula's handwriting.
She glanced up to digest those incredible hazel eyes. Rusty Peters was
indisputably a hunk. The male actors she hired tended to have a direct
impact on the senses--Rusty was no exception. His thick dark hair was
pulled back into a small pony tail, framing rugged features. He possessed
a masculine quality she didn't often encounter.

"Since you appear to have me at a disadvantage, Rusty," Montana huskily
said, "why don't I pour you a drink so we can talk? I prefer a relaxed
atmosphere to conduct an interview."

A grin split his tanned face. He affected a swagger that nearly
mesmerized Montana. He lowered himself into a spot at the far end of her
sofa and accepted her terms without questions. Montana poured him a glass
of champagne, letting the neckline of her blouse dip as she handed it to
him. The look they exchanged was best described as "electric." She
actually felt a current flow between them.

"Tell me something of your background, Rusty," Montana began with.
"What led you to Wildwood Productions?"

"Well," he said, appearing to choose his words carefully, "I'm an
automotive mechanic and have always had an appetite for pornography. I
attended showings of various movies on a regular basis and feel I can
improve upon the action currently produced."

Montana grinned. Rusty couldn't be any older than twenty-one. How
could someone of his inexperienced years make such an outrageous statement?
"You honestly believe you have something worthwhile to offer my audience?"

"That's what the girls tell me," he proudly mentioned.

Montana spotted the southern twang in his voice now that he spoke more
freely. Apparently she was talking with a man of absolute aplomb. "Did
you just arrive in LA?"

"I've been here almost two weeks."

"Have you tried to secure any other kind of employment?"

He shook his head. "I figure I can make it big in porn. I've got what
it takes." He tossed her a wink. "I've curled more toes and hit more high
notes in the women I've bunked down with than you can shake a stick at."

Hmmmmm, his confidence level was right up there, she noted. "Do you
have a problem performing in front of people?"

"Performing?" His brow went up.

"Maintaining an erection?"

"Hell, no," he chuckled. "I've been at parties where a whole bunch of
us have switched partners. The girls like when they end up with me.
Sometimes I've worked on two at once."

Montana felt his qualifications limited, but it was to Rusty's merit
that he approached her in a susceptible mood. She took a prolonged sip of
her champagne, letting the bubbles snap against her tongue before slurring,
"Let's have a look at you. Remove your clothes."

A grin radiated from his face. Rusty couldn't have been more pleased to
drop his duds. "Yes, ma'am."

Montana studied him with an expert eye as the top button of his jeans
was popped, then his fly unzipped. White briefs arrested an interesting
shape. While he wasn't the least hard, Montana could tell Rusty had the
equipment he boasted. The flaccid shaft showed promise. After the jeans
fell from his hair-rough, muscled thighs and his tank top was yanked off
his heavily matted chest, she examined him more closely. Rusty was a
handsome b**st who, with a little refinement, would add value to some of
her video cassette sleeves.

"Very nice," she complimented, slowly crossing her shapely legs. She
indicated his briefs. "Now let's see the rest of you."

"With pleasure, ma'am," Rusty said, excitement filling his voice. He
shoved his thumbs beneath the elastic rim, then pulled it over his narrow
hips. His cock wasn't even semi-erect, but caused Montana to lick her
lips. He was familiar with her absorbed look--women very likely gazed at
him in that raw fashion.

Montana nurtured a strong jump of lust upon viewing him. Desire
throbbed within her pussy. There was something wonderfully depraved about
studying a naked man while fully dressed.

"Do I pass muster?" he asked, grinning.

"Initially," she mused. "I put all applicants through a series of
tests. Looking good is merely the initial phase. Achievement is rated
separately."

Her comment puzzled him. "I don't understand."

"Step over here," she said softly. "I need to test your responses."

Rusty obeyed. He stopped in front of where she sat. Montana made no
motion to rise. Her eyes were fixed to his mystified expression. After
letting several unspoken minutes pass, she trailed her fingertips over his
flat stomach. Rusty lurched back and shivered as she skimmed through the
abundance of hair that covered his flesh.

"Don't be afraid to react to what I'm doing," she remarked in a whisper.
"I'm measuring every wince, every gasp."

He nodded, then shut his eyes. She could see he was attempting to
mentally discard all diversion so that his responses were pure.

Montana streamed through the vast forest of his chest until she located
his nipple. Rusty didn't appear seasoned at having it manipulated. He
flinched. Montana wasn't at all thrown. She fully concentrated on
stripping his nervous system to the bare wire.

"Do you like when a woman touches you?" she inquired.

"Yes."

"Do you generally take control of the situation, or is it
interchangeable?"

"I like calling the shots."

"If you're going to work in my videos, you'll have to revise your
thinking."

He nodded, recording that pearl of wisdom.

She fluttered through the muscular definition of his upper torso until
she found his other nipple. He jerked upon her discovery. Slowly, she
rubbed it. After several moments of her heated acquaintance, she observed
a twitch of life in his cock.

"Do you like that?" she asked.

His Adam's apple rippled. "Yes. It feels nice."

"Did you know men are highly responsive to that area?"

With his eyes still shut, he shook his head.

Montana sighed. "You have so much to learn."

Rusty's eyes shot open. "Will you teach me?"

She perceived his distraught look as a threat of rejection. "Possibly.
My schedule doesn't always permit me that luxury, however."

"I'm a fast learner," he vouched. "I'm open to suggestion."

His flight of tension ended the animation in his dick. He hung limply
before her, more shrunken than ever.

"There's no need to panic," she said, her tone soothing. "I'm not
kicking you out."

He regained his composure with a cleansing breath. Her silent, swirling
endorsement restored his confidence. The fact he could manage his emotions
was in his favor.

Montana released his nipple and traveled south. Her curiosity with his
cock could not be disregarded. She loved seeing men at the height of
virility. Nothing pleased her more than a healthy-looking erection.

Her clasp of his soft member did not inhibit. Montana was accomplished
at handling men of varying temperaments. She exhibited a feathery caress
that could only stir, then inflame the senses.

She nudged the head with her thumb as the rest of her fingers roused
him. His cock remained soft. She suspected fear lingered at the seat of
his passion. Reserving comment, she proceeded with her stimulating
massage. Her silky murmurs served as encouragement.

Gradually, Rusty lowered his guard. His aspiration to be a porn star
had been foremost in his mind. Returning to the garage where he worked
long, dutiful hours painted a bleak future. He had no desire to consign
himself to manual labor for the rest of his life. The promise of big bucks
and pussy drew him to Hollywood; losing sight of that dream depressed him.

Rusty focused on the bewitching grope of his last girlfriend. Her mere
gaze sent fire through his veins. Pawing her malleable body gave him an
instant hard-on. Keeping that monster down was more a trick than bringing
it to a stand. Rusty operated his machinery to great effect. Sticking his
cock into moist, receptive pussy was definitely his game. He loved all
that flushed, female eagerness fighting against him, prepared to handle
every pounding inch he dealt.

Montana Wildwood's vivid grope reinstated his focus. Following her lead
was a simple exercise. In Rusty's experience, he initiated sex. Women
were under his supervision, their session totally orchestrated by him. He
had to alter that practice if he planned on accepting the challenge of her
tickling fingers.

Rusty envisioned himself on the television screen, ogled by lust-hungry
women who would have sold their souls for a night in his bed. He pictured
their fingers delving between their legs, masturbating to his flickering
image.

Montana's lips curved as she felt Rusty grow. He length