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CHAPTER ONE
"What the hell do you mean I'm washed up?" Jill ranted at her agent. "I'm only twenty-three. I have a lot of good years left in me."
"Jill-baby," Carter Watson, her agent said. "It has nothing to do with your age. You made two flops in a row. Two flops. Translation: you go from top star to a slot on The Hollywood Squares and hope for a break sometime in the near future."
"That's a load of crap," Jill snapped. "There's plenty of movie studios that'd be overjoyed to have me working for them."
"Not for two million a flick, Jill-baby."
"So come down to a million," Jill Allen shrugged.
"Honey, right now they won't even offer a hundred thou, unless...."
"Unless what?" the slender, sloe-eyed brunette asked, whipping her head around and looking at the portly man behind the desk in the richly carpeted office.
She was a stunning woman, tall, selnder, with small, firm breasts that thrust her tight-fitting black sweater out, making her appear more busty than she really was. Her waist was tapered like that of a wasp, and she had slender, boyish hips that led to long, perfectly shaped legs-legs which, at the present, were encased in form-fitting black jeans. The jeans had cost the manufacturer a dollar and a half to make, the the retailer sold them for thirty-five dollars a pair.
She wrinkled her short, straight nose at her agent while pulling down the large, round glasses, letting him see her cocoa-brown eyes. At the same time, her thin lips made a small moue, letting him know she was unhappy with what he was telling her.
"You have one chance to get back on top in a hurry, while you're young," he told her.
"I'm wide-open to suggestions," she nodded, sitting her pert little behind on the edge of the man's expensive desk.
"Did you see 'DRESSED TO KILL?' " he asked. "Sure," she nodded. "The picture made a mint."
"Exactly. Well, the picture was toned down and released here with an R rating. But in Europe, they showed it with even more explicit scenes. X-rated. Now if you were to make a picture like that...."
"I've never done porn," she insisted.
"It's not porn if it's done by a top director, for a top studio, with a multi-million dollar budget using big name stars. I'm telling you, Jill-baby, it's the only way. The men and boys'll all come running to get a look at the bod of the fabulous Jill Allen. It'll send your rating right back up again, and you'll get your two mil a picture."
"What about now?" she demanded.
"Now, you'll settle for two-hundred-thou, and only because the producer is hot to be the first one to get your naked tits on camera."
"Don't be graphically disgusting, Carter," she snapped.
"You get the picture without my having to paint it more clearly," he told her.
"Just who is the producer?" she asked.
"Erik Gordon," he said, sitting back with a smug look on his face.
"He uses that crazy foreigner, Absalom Kirsch to direct his movies."
"Right," Carter nodded, sweat sheening his half-bald head. "And every picture he makes is a winner."
"All right," Jill nodded. "Two-hundred-thou, but only this once. If the picture goes over big, I go back up to two mil."
"Right," Carter nodded. "Hey, honey, I'm all for it. Remember, I get my cut from whatever you earn. But there's one minor catch."
"Just what is the catch?"
"Gordon has this fetish about bedding down with his leading ladies," Carter replied.
"Oh Jesus! I haven't had to screw for a part in three years. This is really sinking low."
"This should be the last time," Carter told her. "But with Gordon you'll have to move into his house."
"Six weeks with Erik Gordon?"
"If you're lucky," he told her. "The man Kirsch is a perfectionist, and sometimes he isn't happy until he's shot a scene forty-seven times. One of his movies took four months. But hell baby, you have natural acting talent. You'll be so good, they'll probably finish the flick in five weeks, maybe less."
"Let's hope so," Jill shrugged, putting her glasses back on.
CHAPTER TWO
It was a hot, lazy Sunday afternoon when Jill drove her Celica Supra along the eight mile stretch leading from the gutter to the house of Erik Gordon. Carter had gotten her the contracts Friday, and she had signed everything, including the special clause that stated she would remain with Erik Gordon and do his bidding for as long as it took to finish the movie. She wasn't exactly thrilled by all this. Gordon had a reputation in Hollywood for being somewhat freaky.
Still, she felt herself capable of handling the man.
The sun was shining brightly as always, even though it was only March. The nice thing about California was that one didn't have to wear winter clothing and fight through ice, sleet and snow.
Jill liked the good life. It was expensive, but at the present time, she was able to afford it. Her last two pictures that had flopped, had earned her three million six hundred thousand dollars, after paying agents' commissions and before taxes, of course. Actually, she netted more than two and a half million, and though she was a long way from having spent it all, she did live high and she knew if she didn't continue earning the bread, in a few years it would all be gone.
She had come to Hollywood six years earlier, at the age of seventeen, and she had been extremely lucky. The one producer with whom she had gone to bed had been a kind, courteous man who had not abused her, and who had slowly built her up, giving her bit parts, starlet roles, and then finally, starring roles. But Lars Woldheim had gone back to Scandinavia, and Jill had elected to remain in Hollywood. She had made a dozen movies after that, and the first eight had been rousing successes so that she demanded and received two million dollars a movie for her last two films. Both had been box office disasters.
Well, now she was back to the putting-out stage. She parked her car at the side of the white stucco Taj Mahal-styled building and got out, carrying her one suitcase. As she approached the front door, it opened, and a pretty brown-haired maid in a skimpy uniform smiled and let her in. She was led upstairs to the third room on the right, and she was told she'd be occupying this particular room.
"Mr. Gordon is down by the pool," the maid said, as Jill looked at the ornate Persian rugs on the floor, and the Arabic styling of the room. There was a hand-painted picture of a mosque on one wall.
"Fancy," Jill shrugged.
"This is the Omar Khayyam room," the maid told her. "Mr. Gordon requested that you put on a bathing suit and join him."
"Fine," Jill nodded.
When the maid left, Jill took her time peeling off her clothing. She figured the great man might be horny, and so she took the time to rub some soap and water through the hairs on her pelvis. Perhaps the man liked to eat pussy, and if that was the case, she wanted hers all sweet and tasty.
Slipping into two bandaids that passed for a micro mini bikini the same color as her skin, she tossed a white terrycloth robe over her shoulder, pushed her feet into rubber sandals, and left her room. Descending the stairs, she headed through the huge game room toward the back of the house. Through large French doors, she was able to see the blue water of the kidney-shaped pool.
Opening one of the doors, she stepped out onto the tiled patio, then crossed to where there were two outdoor chaises. A man lay on one of them, but she was unable to see him because the back of the chaise hid him.
As she got closer, she saw the man had a swollen belly. Not only that, but he had a balding head with gray hairs fringing his ears, and when he looked up, she saw the shaggiest eyebrows since Brezlinev. Was she expected to put out for this monster?
"Anhh!" Erik Gordon grunted. "Good! I like my women prompt. You're all right, Allen. I think we're gonna get along fine."
"Now wait a minute," Jill snapped, angry that she had been pawned off on this gross monster. "I'm not exactly the kind of woman you think."
"Don't be sorry," he grunted, hauling himself to his feet and slowly moving toward her. "All broads are the kind of women I think. You ain't no better'n the others unless you got two holes in your cunt."
Jill felt very afraid. She looked around and realized a high wall surrounded the back area on three sides, and the house was on the fourth. Though she had left the French doors open when she had walked out onto the terrace, looking back at them, she saw they were closed. She might run around the pool for a while, and he would never really be able to catch her, but sooner or later she would have to go in, and when she did, she would be meat for him. Really, there was nowhere for her to go.
The heavy man smiled at her, but it wasn't one of those nice smiles. Jill recognized it for the lustful leer it was. She took another step away from him and almost tumbled. He came forward and caught her. Then his fingers were dipping into the top of her bikini, gripping it between the cups. Jill tried pulling away from him, but all that did was tear her bikini top. Her left hand went up to protect her breasts, but as she pulled away, he managed to tear away the right cup, exposing one breast. Then his hands reached for her bikini bottom.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she gasped, terrified at the grotesque sight of him. His chest was covered with heavy black hair, and his flabby stomach bounced as he moved toward her. Sniffling, he wiped a forearm across his nose and belched.
"I'll shout my head off!" she gasped.
"Hah!" the man laughed. "You wanna yell, honey, you go ahead and yell. The neighbors are kinda used to hearing chicks yell from here. They don't pay no attention no how to no one. I break in all my chickies back here, and they all come looking for more. You see, it ain't the body what counts, chickie, but the cock that's attached to it, and I got me a drill that'll fit real nice in that hot cunt of yours. You're like all the others, scared of me at first. S'all right. I know I ain't a beauty. But after the first fuck, you'll like it. Hell! I'm gonna give you a real introduction to my cock."
Jill backed away from him, more terrified than she had ever been in her entire life. She wanted out of this. She was willing to take what money she had left and go back to New York and maybe get a stage part, but she didn't want any part of this whale. Even so, she knew the man had no intentin of letting her go.
He was moving closer to her, and she, in order to get away, was circling, finding herself near one of the chaises. It was obvious this was where the fat man had wanted her all along. She turned, hoping she might be able to run somewhere, but found herself at the edge of the pool. That was when the heavy man pounced on her and pulled away her last part of the bikini top. He spun her around and tugged her hands down, exposing the perfection of her small, delightfully rondular breasts. They wobbled very little from side to side as she moved left, then right in a determined effort to escape from him. The entire time his hungry little eyes remained locked on her mammaries, enjoying the way they stood up. She had almost no areolae at all.
"Hey baby!" he roared throatily. "You mean you've been hiding those boobs from the eyes of the public all this time? Sheesh! What a waste! We can parlay your tits into a quarter of a billion dollar fortune, honey. I can't wait to start suckin' on them. They look like they're filled with honey."
"No!" Jill shouted at the man, ready to punch out at him with both hands. "You just stay away from me, do you hear? I don't want trouble"
"Stop actin' like a horse's ass," he laughed, letting her see the glittering perfection of his capped teeth. "You know damn well I ain't gonna stay away from you. You got a body what's cryin' to be used, and I'm gonna use it."
"You're insane!" Jill screamed, and flailed her fists at him in the hopes of warding him off.
Reaching out, he grabbed her two wrists, hauled her against him, grunted once more and let her smell the whiskey on his breath, and then he tossed her onto the closest chaise. He pressed a hand against the fullness of her round breasts to hold her down, then proceeded to rip her bikini bottom off and toss it into the pool.
"Oh yeah!" he grunted again, staring hungrily down at her body, the saliva filling his mouth and ready to drool. "You are one beautifully stacked chick, from those luscious tiny tits of yours right down to that honeypot between your thighs."
"You leave me the hell alone," Jill screamed. "Just give me my clothes and let me get out of here."
"Cut the bullshit, baby!" the man roared with laughter. "You ain't goin' nowhere, hear? Embarrased cause I gotcha naked? Hey, don't worry. I'll ease the tension by stripping along with you."
Jill lay on the chaise, too frightened to move as the gross man stood and gazed at her. Then he hurriedly ripped down his bathing suit, enjoying the look in her bugged-out eyes as she stared at his mountainous nakedness. He had one hell of a big belly.
Jill turned her head away, not wanting to look, throwing herself face down on the webbed chaise. All this did was allow the weighty man to see the rounded swells of her asscheeks.
"Nice ass!" he grunted, and walking forward, reached out and filled his hand with her buttock. He squeezed and grabbed, making her gasp and whip around.
"My God!" she gasped, staring at the length and breadth of the man's fully erect phallus. What she saw was unbelievable.
The penis was circumcised, with a huge purple head that looked to be about the size of the average baseball. It was attached to a tan shaft that became thicker as the length of it moved down to the hairy base. The length was incredible.
"Okay, doll," he told her. "Game playing time is over. At this point, it don't matter if you're willin' or not. Either way you're gonna get a full dose of my cock."
"You go to hell!" Jill snapped.
"Hey baby," he said, pointing a finger at her. "One thing I learned in this business is, the guy with the bucks is boss. I'm the guy with the bucks. Each time a woman gives me a hard time, I kick her ass a little, and she comes around soon enough, 'cause she knows she ain't never gonna get another job unless I pass the word. You keep acting this way, and you'll have dented asscheeks."
"Jesus!" Jill shuddered. "What kinda crazy freak are you? Look, just give me my clothes and I'll leave. I'll get out of Hollywood."
She tried turning over onto her back, but the heavy man was beside her on the narrow chase, pressing part of his weighty stomach against her side while his palm pushed into her back, keeping her from rolling over. His other hand reached down and began rubbing the lovely swells of her rounded asscheeks as he stared at the way they changed from a healthy white to a pink. He zipped a finger into the crease between them.
Leaning forward, he jammed a right forearm into her slender backbone to keep her from moving in any way. He had her where he wanted her and he intended enjoying himself. Raising his hand, he brought it down solidly against the shape of her gorgeous butt with a loud whack.
"Oh my God!" Jill screamed, her body stiffening automatically as she felt her mind spinning.
This was insanity. It wasn't really happening to her. It just couldn't happen to her. He was hurting her on purpose, something no man had ever dared do to her before.
"Behave like a spoiled brat, and you're gonna get spanked like one," he told her, laughing harshly. "Stop!" Jill screamed.
"When Erik Gordon tells you he's gonna fuck you, then he's gonna fuck you. No two ways about it. Since you're actin' like such a stubborn little tawt, I'm gonna have to wallop the shit outta you. I think ten or twelve smacks on this tight little fanny of yours oughtta do the trick. Course-, if you think you should get a few more, don't hesitate to say as much."
Lifting her head, she was able to see a reflection of all that was happening in the glass of one of the French doors across the yard. She saw him raise his hand, and then the palm came smacking down very firmly against the whitish-pink rubberiness of her buttocks. Searing tongues of flaming pain began swiftly mounting in her helplessly exposed and quivering asscheeks, and the helpless woman writhed on the chaise like a slithery eel unable to return to water.
"No more, no more," Jill screamed.
"You gonna fuck nice and quiet like a good little girl?" he asked.
"Beast!" she sobbed. "Bastard! I'll never willingly do it for you."
"Izzat a fact!" he roared, and proceeded to slam his palm against her buttocks another five times.
"No more! It hurts! Oh Jesus! It hurts like hell! Stop!"
"Yeah, I'll just bet it hurts, girlie," he laughed at her. "You know, nasty little stuck-up bitches like you need to be taught a lesson. I'm the boss and when I tell you to fuck, you fuck, just like when the director tells you what to do on camera, you listen to him. A few more whacks oughtta get across my point."
Now he was taking a long time between each wallop, allowing the stinging pain to sink in before giving her the next wallop. Subconsciously, Jill found herself counting the smacks, as if to try and take her mind off the total agony she was feeling. His hand continued rising and falling, and its reflection was clearly visible in the glass of thE French door. Her long and lovely brown hair fell down on either side of her face, whipping wildly this way and that as she kicked her legs and trembled, feeling all kinds of fiery sensation in the cheeks of her ass. The feeling flame seeped through her, moving up and down as if shaping the torment to the curve of her asscheeks. Her rear end was arching and rearing in vain, hopelessly trying to escape, pulsating with flowing lava because of the constant beating pressure of his pounding hand.
After the tenth swat the man stopped hitting her. He began smoothly rubbing his fingers against the sparsely haired opening between her tender thighs. He rubbed softly, gently, smoothly, almost lovingly, as Jill discovered her body was humping and pumping up and down in time to the movement of his fingers. The titallation of her agonized vagina was driving her out of her mind, as she began to feel more than mere tortured pain. She was starting to feel a form of arousal, a very overpowering arousal, and it was flooding through her like breaker waves at high tide. It felt really nice and so sensual.
No! Was she crazy? What in heaven's name was she thinking? She didn't dare give in to the terrible feeling. She mustn't let herself enjoy it, no matter what.
"No!" she yelped out loud.
"I guess we have to smack your ass a few more times," he told her.
"Oh my God, no!" she gasped. "Anything but that, anything! Don't!"
Slam! Slam! Slam!
"Yyyaa iiiiee eeaagggghh!" she screamed, her face beating against the webbing of the chaise over and over.
He was beating her with the heel of his hand, hitting first her left cheek, then her right cheek. The bright imprint of his hand, white at first, then slowly turning a burning red as blood charged to the beaten area. He then pinched the flesh between her buttocks just below her asshole, right on the perineum, making her clench her asscheeks even more tightly together. She writhed and screamed out loud again.
Tears were pouring from Jill's eyes, running down her red cheeks, soaking the webbed material of the chaise beneath her. The burning was starting to form blisters on her gluteal hillocks. The helpless woman found herself gasping and panting, feeling totally humiliated by this shame he was foisting on her. But worse than the agony was that other feeling-the one deep down inside her. Arousal was continuing to build in her helpless body, and the worst part of it was, the spanking was the cause of it. What aggravated her even more was the fact that the man was so calm in the way he was beating her, thoroughly enjoying every wallop he was dealing her.
"I think that makes an even twenty," he smiled. "Am I right?"
Jill was unable to answer him at the moment. She lay there sobbing, her face pressed firmly into the webbing, too afraid to speak, thinking anything she did or said might provoke and anger the man even more, causing him to hit her that much harder. Her silence seemed to provoke him just as much, and he did hit her, two more solid swats, each landing as hard as the others, one on each cheek. By now there was no longer pain back there. It had become numb. Through the numbness, that little teasing sensation continued wriggling its way through her shuddering body, making her aware of the fact that even if this man was a vile scumbag for doing this to her, her body actually loved being assaulted-at least in this manner. For some strange reason, she had to suppress the urge to shout at him to hit her again.
Jill wasn't even aware when his stubby fingers began to rub their way through the wetness of her sodden vaginal slit. Her body tensed itself in automatic reaction though her brain was still not yet cognizant of what was happening. His thumb was pressing its ball against her solidly beaten buttocks, stroking and caressing the swollen mounds as his fingers continued their tantalizing movement up and down in the feminine gash that was her hot and aching little cunt. All Jill felt was the continual fire, deliciously burning through the bouncy buttocks making her rear up.
Little by little, without realizing it, the lovely movie queen began to relax, allowing her pillarly, white thighs to slowly separate, as if of their own free will. The tight crack, the narrow fissure between the cheeks of her ass, began widening, and little by little the delightful sight of her heatedly taut cunt filled the man's hungrily staring eyes. Wet, web-like strands of the sparse, light-brown fluff seemed to be glued to her moons, but her coral cuntlips remained exposed and swollen, making the producer's bulging eyes swell even more with raw, wanton lust.
It was amazing how sparse the hair was on her venereal mound. There was none at all surrounding her pussy. Her outer labia were a pair of blood-bloated pouches, looking as if they had been pumped up with air. There was a rich pinkness between them, indicating the pinked edges of her luscious inner vaginal lips.
When she finally became aware of the man's moving fingers, realizing what Erik Gordon was doing, Jill stiffened, also aware of the weighty flat of his hand cupping her pouting slash. She ached to clench her thighs shut, but now the man's knees moved between them, preventing her from hiding her gash from him.
"Why in God's name are you doing this to me?" Jill shouted, sobbing loud and clear, realizing that with every passing moment, she was falling under the enchantment his hands were weaving.
"Stop behaving like a spoiled brat," he scolded. "You happen to be one hot-looking cunt, honey. You knew what the score was when you first came here. I took one look at you, grew a hard-on, and you're the only one can take down the swelling."
She lay on the chaise, sniffling, sobbing, weeping out loud, yet feeling inwardly thrilled because of the continually mounting heat racing uncontrollably through her slender body. All the while his pudgy fingers continued rubbing against her pretty labia, tracing the convexly swollen shapes of her pubic lips. His fingers once again pulled apart the swollen curtains, revealing the rich pinkness of her feminine cut. Then he slid his digits between her inner labia, sinking them into the simmering depths of her aching pussy.
"No! No!" the helpless Jill loudly sobbed, knowing this was all wrong. She hated the man.
Inwardly though, her body was quivering, aching to feel more of his tantalizing touch. For the first time, she was becoming aware just how much willpower she had been using to quell the searing desire continuing to build inside her.
Erik didn't bother wasting words, replying to her foolish outcries. His moving fingers merely continued adding to the intense heat burning through the cheeks of her lovely ass.
Pushing his probing fingers between the tenderly soft flanges of her hot, inner cuntlips, he wriggled them around inside her. Then he slipped the finger out of her and allowed them to rub against the little pearl at the top of those inner flanges. He continually teased the little coral nubbin as it remained hiding for the moment in its own pink membraneous canopy, tantalizing it, stroking it, taunting it as if daring it to poke its head out. He rubbed the pink bubble continually and finally it shudderingly surrendered to the vibrant massage of his fingertips. It vellicated like a tuning fork, at first trying hard to escape, yet not really wanting to do so. Jill's toes curled against the bottoms of her feet as her knees pressed all the more firmly into the webbing of the chaise. She sighed out loud, enjoying the pulsating sensations of total, wanton delight as they charged uncontrollably through her quaking body.
Erick continued his ardent massage of her clitoral bead, but at the same time, he slid an anxious finger into the bubbling, inner chamber of her tempting vagina, aware of how unbelievably tight she was. He knew that as a top movie star, she'd had to fuck her way up, so her was surprised to find her so tight. In spite of her slavering inner soppiness, he had one helluva hard time shoving one finger into the narrow stricture of her raging genital center He pushed a little harder, continuing to tickle her clitoris with his extended forefinger, making the lovely Jill writhe with uncontrolled inner desire. The burning flames in the cheeks of her lovely backside had become deliciously filled with flaming pillars of tortured wonder, and now she ached to feel more of whatever this man wanted her to feel.
Her clitoris was stiff and hard by now, filled as it was with blood, completely enlarged, vibrating over as his finger continued palpating it. Clear, oily lubrication was now oozing from between her puffy vaginal lips, dripping toward her extended man-in-the-boat and sparsely covered mons. Her gasps of delight were a little louder now and that much more distinct, and Jill was inwardly aware her body not only wanted, but needed more of what she was feeling. Somehow, this horrible fat man, who had seemed so initially repellent to her, had set off some kind of wanton craving inside her. By spanking her, he had made her very much aware how much she enjoyed being beaten. The man was mad, yet she enjoyed the madness, aroused beyond belief.
The oily slickness of her colorless fluids continued pouring from her, flowing like bubbling champagne at one of those fantastic Hollywood parties. The rich divide between her soft labia continued widening even more, revealing the heated interior to Erik's eyes.
Very slowly and certain very much against her will, the delightful brunette found her body yielding ever so grudgingly to the thrilling sensations blistering through her quaking, quivering inner self. The man's continually massaging fingertip, pressing firmly against the button of her clitoris, was starting to swell the fires of lust throughout her as she hadn't felt them aroused for a long time. The tip of his moving finger continued rubbing her helplessly exposed penis-like extension with ever-increasing movement. Tremor upon tremor continued shooting through her delicate, womanly frame as thrilling ripples of absolute wonder blasted through her shaking torso.
A knot of unbelievable rapture was swelling in the center of her quaking belly. She undulated against her will, her breath coming in short pants, as little mewls issued from her throat in addition to a multitude of sighs. She rotated and churned her tight buttocks up and down as her belly rubbed back and forth over the chaise. All the while, the porcine producer continued his tantalizing of her.
Erik knew what she was the moment Jill had walked into his home. She was far more sensual than even she imagined, which was why he was willing to risk two hundred thousand dollars on her for an x-rated flick. There were quite a few French and Spanish-blooded females with the kind of raw animalism in this woman, but one didn't often find it in a woman of Jill's delicacy. Oh yes, she was delicate, though not fragile, but from the moment his fingers had buried themselves in the sump of her vagina he knew she was a firebrand the like of which Hollywood hadn't known for years. She was reacting more strongly to his finger than most women would to his probing phallus. Her body was bucking and jerking insanely, and the producer was well aware that she was going to climax. Hell! This was really something-to make a woman come this rapidly with only his finger. He knew it wasn't due as much to his abilities as it was to her natural inclination to enjoy sex. Obviously, the men with whom she'd had meaningless affairs before had been totally inept, otherwise she would be much more of the sleep-around type.
Hell! The woman was really something. Her body was bouncing, moving up and down on the webbing, and his probing finger, in the depths of her sucking pussy, felt squeezingly tight contractions followed by eye-widening dilation as she screamed, "Aaayyee ggggg aannnngggg gghhaa!"
The orgasm was unbelievably intense, making Jill realize it had been a long time since she had been to bed with any man. But the others had never made sex seem like anything special, and it was something she had always done as an accommodation more than anything else. In the beginning she had fucked simply to rise to the top of her profession. After a while, she did it merely to placate some famous actor who had taken her out and had given her some kid of present. She was repaying him for the present. But none of them, not her first producer, nor her multitude of directors, nor the few actors she had bedded down with, had ever really aroused delight in her the way this fat man's fingers had done.
He had diddled her cunt, toying with her as if she were some little doll designed for especially that purpose. He had built the most wonderfully thrilling sensation she had ever known. It had totally swamped her, more fully satisfying than anything she had previously enjoyed. God it had been good!
But as she lay there, looking at the paunchy man from the corner of her eye, Jill felt herself once again becoming "rational." Her anger was returning, anger that she had been toyed with by a man mountain, making her feel ashamed of herself. Even so, her orgasm had been so complete, she was tired at the moment and unable to resist. She wondered just what else Erik Gordon had in mind. He hadn't been satisfied yet, and she knew he was the kind of man who wouldn't quit until the sperm was shooting from his cock.
He rolled her onto her back and stood over her. His hard cock was waving in her face, making her turn her head. Though she had often suffered to let men fuck her, she had never voluntarily done anything to them, for them, or with them. This particular organ was monstrous, and she had no idea if she would be able to take it in her cunt without the flesh inside actually tearing.
"I don't think my cock is stiff enough or long enough," he muttered.
"What!" she gasped, sitting up and trying to pull her head back. "Hell! I've never seen a longer, stiffer pole in my entire life."
"Maybe, but it's able to grow even thicker. I figure with a little help from you we can make it as hard as can be. Then, and only then, you're gonna be properly fucked, honey."
He walked over to the little table by the pool, and as she watched, he poured the remnants of a cocktail over his cock.
"To give it flavor," he told her.
Flavor?" she asked.
"I don't know if you know anything about giving head, but it's the one way to insure making my cock nice and hard."
Head?" she asked, realizing it was one of the few sex terms with which she was not familiar. "What are you talking about?"
"In words of one syllable, honey, I want you to suck my cock."
"Suck your cock?" she gasped. "You have to be totally out of your damn mind. Hell! Do you really expect me to wrap my lips around that immense attachment of yours? There's no chance on God's green earth that I'm going to try cramming that hose of meat into my mouth. If that's what's on your mind, think again."
"Think of it this way, Jill-sweeties. My cock is sorta like a nice ice cream cone. Think of the head as a kinda meaty tasting ice cream. The rest of it is the cone itself. All you have to do is use your tongue and start licking as you would with any ordinary ice cream cone. You'll get into the sucking, after."
"I will not!" she loudly and adamantly insisted. She leaped to her feet and found he wasn't that much taller than she was as she stared into his eyes.
"You want that lovely face of yours bruised so that you won't be able to go on camera for a month of two?" he asked.
"Wh-what the hell d-do you mean?" she gasped as the man gripped her two arms with his hands and slowly forced her to kneel in front of him.
"Honey, you signed a contract to live here in my house with me until the picture is finished. If I wallop that lovely face of yours, it means you'll be here that much longer, fucking and sucking that much longer. Believe me, I'll do it if you don't open that lovely mouth of yours and go to work on my cock."
"You wouldn't!" she gasped.
"Why not try me and see," he offered. "I like having my cock sucked. I've had more'n two hundred other mouths wrapped around it, not to mention as many cunts, and I dig it every time. So start suckin', or I'll have to start beltin'."
"Oh no!" she insisted. "That's not part of the agreement."
Erik hit her with an open hand. It was a hard blow, and it went her reeling on her knees against one of the chaises. She lay there, staring at him in disbelief.
"I don't dig causing this kinda pain," he told her. "But there're times when this is all you dumb broads understand, and it's all that'll make you suck my cock.
Now I want that mouth of yours around my prick, honey, and what's more I want it in your mouth as long as it pleases me to keep it there. The way I'm feelin' right now, I just might shoot a load of jizz down that tight, pretty throat of yours."
"How can you be such a son of a bitch!" Jill gasped, holding her face, forcing herself not to cry.
Her knees hurt from the flooring, but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of knowing as much. She gasped as his hand reached out and his fingers wove themselves in the strands of her hair. The outstanding organ was throbbing directly in front of her face, and the sight of it, all tan save for the mottled head of rich purple, made the lovely movie star sick. She wanted to throw up, but controlled herslf.
Erik gripped the base of his throbbing organ with one hand, and with the fingers of the other entangled in her lovely hair, brought her unwilling face closer and closer to the stump of the penis, rubbing the oil-wet glans against her tightly clenched lips. Jill sputtered, spitting out saliva, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Damn you! Stop it!" she gasped.
"Why?" he roared. "This rough stuff seems to be the only kinda thing you understand, baby. Look Jill, face the facts, honey. You're here, in my home, and you can't call yourself a prisoner 'cause I got a signed statement sayin' you came here willingly, and you're willing to do whatever I tell you to do. Whether you go ahead and do what I want without trouble, or whether I force you is entirely up to you. But honey, my cock is gonna get sucked and by that sexy mouth of yours.
You get any ideas about biting and remember, I'll not only knock out all your teeth, but I'll ruin your face so you don't work as an actress ever again."
"It never occurred to me to do that," she lied, knowing that had he not warned her, she would have chewed his cock in half.
"Of course it didn't," he said. "But I know some dumb broads who like to bite up a storm."
The brunette stared with fascinated horror at the length and breadth of the monstrous ramrod in front of her. She noted the way colorless oils seeped from it in long strings, dripping to the ground. His hand tightened its grip in her hair, and he snapped at her, "Either you stick that hot little pink tongue of yours out and start making like my cock is an ice cream cone, or I'll just ram the whole thing down your pretty little throat. You got your choice."
Now the tears would no longer hold back. They filled her eyes as she stared at the throbbing organ. Against her will, she allowed her tiny pink tongue to reach out of her mouth. It slid beneath the barell of the penis, and without meaning to, caught that last clear drop of oil falling from it, then hastily snapped back into her mouth. She was afraid to close her lips, fearful of tasting the oily fluid. Eventually, unable to keep her lips parted, she shut her mouth and rolled his seepage around on her tongue. To her astonishment, it was utterly tasteless. It was oily and nothing more.
Feeling braver, knowing what she had tasted wasn't bad, her tongue leaped out again and wound itself around the penis. Her tongue was aware of his meaty flavor now, and though she had been prepared to get sick and heave all over him, she discovered the flavor was almost to her liking. In fact, the musky aroma in her nostrils was really quite pleasurable.
Slowly now, her laving tongue washed around the coronal edge of the organ, licking carefully.
Her mouth slowly opened and she found herself starting to gently suck on the rounded magenta dome. All the while her tongue continued making circles all over the flesh pipe, licking the phallic organ up and down, up and down. She realized she was doing all this without the man prompting her in any way. Jill didn't understand what had come over her. This man was making her do the single most degrading thing of which her mind was capable of imagining, and she like some stupid brainless animal, was actually starting to like it.
Jill found herself lapping away all the more intently now, her extended tongue licking up the topside of his penis, then lapping down along the underside. She slurped away at the right side, then her mouth moved to the left side. The top, the bottom, the head, then the base. When she had totally coated the full length of his organ with her saliva, she began using her tongue (once again without being told) on his weighty testicles. After licking the sac all over, she sucked one ball into her mouth, breathing hotly over the wrinkled scrotum as she wet the ball again and again with her lips and tongue.
This was undoubtedly the largest set of testicles she had ever seen, and she had seen her share of them. Still, it was his monumental cock more than his balls which fascinated Jill at the moment. The damn thing had actually gotten even longer and thicker as she had started sucking on it. It made her wonder if other cocks tasted this good.
Shit! All women were natural cocksuckers. For a cunt who had been so unwilling only a few minutes earlier, this one was doing one fantastic job. His cock was harder than ever, and he knew a few more licks would keep it that way. There wasn't an experienced hooker in California capable of doing a better job. Yeah, this was a natural, all right, and when it was all on the screen, wide screen, in living color, with the slurping in stereophonic sound, he'd have a picture that would earn a hundred million. Jesus! If he waited for her lips to go into overdrive, he was certain she'd have him climbing the walls, swallowing all of his cock, balls, everything.
The man quivered with uncontrolled rapture and delight. His mind tingled as his cock continued to enjoy the touch of Jill's fabulous lips and tongue. Those lips were two softly cloying cushions that padded nicely around his penile point. Her lips were young, inexperienced in this aspect of sex, but they ached to prove themselves to him, working hard at sucking his cock. They pursed and formed a lovely circle and then slipped over the rich cap of his pulsating phallus. The pressure of her mouth was a liqueous pool of wet warmth into which he sank deeper and deeper.
"Oh yeah!" he gasped. "Thatta girl, Jill-baby! You got one helluva mouth. Just keep using it, honey."
The girl found herself warming to her task, becoming more and more intent on doing it well. She slid her tight lips tauntingly along half the pole of his pulsating penis before stopping and tugging them back. Her hand tightened on the phallic base in order to steady the organ, and she found her fingers dancing over it, tugging on it. Sliding her mouth from the penis, she looked at him as if still angry, and snapped, "I hope, for my sake, I'm doing this awful thing right."
"Yeh!" he grunted. "You're doin' it right. Those lips of yours are somethin' else. When you die, they should make a bronze mask of them for posterity."
Jill felt more disgusted than ever, not because she had been forced to do this which she hadn't originally wanted to do, but because she was more and more aware of how much she liked the flavor of it. She actually wanted the thick organ stuffing itself back into the narrowness of her mouth. Without another word, she forced her lips over the phallic wand, and she began sucking firmly.
"Go easy honey," the man told her, stroking her head lightly. "Much as I'd love to come in your mouth, I can only let go of one load at a time, and I want to save it for your cunt."
Ever deeper into the consuming oven of her lovely mouth the penis continued sinking, the heatedly, throbbing length of it aching for more pressure from her tongue. She sucked more of it in this time, testing herself, curious as to how much of the organ her mouth was capable of holding.
Jill was too pragmatic to feel mortified by all this. True, she was angry at having suffered humiliation at this man's hands, but her body had made her quickly aware of her desire to continue. She didn't appreciate the idea of being on her knees in front of this pudgy man, especially since her knees were pressing against concrete, but she reconciled this slavish notion with the thought that it all tasted so good. One thing she didn't like was the knowledge that by signing all those documents, she had made herself this man's virtual slave.
Even so, the flavor of his shuddering cock as it sawed in and out between her tantalizing lips, overrode all feelings of abasement for the moement. Besides, it was far too late for regrets. Now that the throbbing organ was already crammed three-quarters the way into her mouth, she might as well see this through to the finish. In the long run, it promised to be momentarily rewarding.
It was one hell of a big cock, all right. Her mouth let her know it was even thicker than it had looked. Her jaws were aching as they stretched widely around the pulsating organ. All the while, her tongue continued licking, rubbing the underside, enjoying the softness of the flesh.
Without realizing what she was doing, Jill wrapped one hand around the fat man's body, gripping his asscheeks, pressing flatly against them while she slid a finger into the tight crack between his hairy buttocks, seeking the little hole back there. If he was intent on violating two of her holes, there was no reason why she shouldn't violate one of his. The ball of her finger rubbed against the man's tight elastic pucker, feeling his rectal opening scrunch up as if trying to keep her finger out. Good! Now it was his turn to find out how it felt to have something forced inside him.
All the while, her mouth moved back and forth on the throbbing length of his thick cock, wildly sucking, pulling on the pulsating length of flesh over which her lips were sliding. Her head bobbed back and forth repeatedly, and her forefinger pressed all the more determinedly against his anal pucker. Why she was doing something like this, fingering his rear hole of all places made no sense to her rational mind, though she did recall hearing some starlets talking about it once, saying what fun it was to make a man squirm.
Erik shuddered, unable to control himself as he shoved his hips forward, slamming the full length of his hard cock into the wetly heated depths of her mouth, plunging his penile head through the ring of her gullet, sinking it all the way into her pharynx.
Jill found herself coughing and sputtering, gagging and choking, but her fingers dug into his asscheeks and kept his cock all the way in when he would have pulled out. She sucked all the harder, saliva falling all over the organ. Her other fingers dug firmly into his buttocks, the nails excavating new holes, making him stiffen and straighten up as he tried shoving his cock even deeper down her esophagus.
Jill lifted her long-lashed eyes, aching to see the reaction on Erik's face. But his ponderous belly was in the way, blocking her view. Not that it was really necessary, because the pressure of her nails digging into this man's buttocks caused the producer to audibly gasp as he anxiously started rotating his groin aginst her face. The head of his cock all but choked her as it sank ever deeper into the narrowness of her clinging throat. Her eyes bugged out for an instant, and she managed to repress a strangling urge. Jill tugged her face back a little, but just a little. Some obscene desire made her want to keep the length of that penis locked in the depths of her sucking mouth. Perhaps she was the real sickie. She despised herself for having accepted cocksucking so readily, but it didn't stop her from continuing to do it.
For the first time, she was the one in control of the situation taking place between herself and the ponderous producer. She had the man squirming and squiggling, totally out of control, writhing insanely, and if she wanted to, she knew she would be able to make the man fire down her gullet. No matter how angry he'd be afterward, he'd probably be too tired to do anything about it. He might take it out on her at a later time. Besides, the more she thought about it, the less she liked the idea of the greasy white slime shooting into her belly by way of her throat.
Another perverse thrill burst inside her as she became aware of the man's buttocks tightening. For the first time, she was the one doing the punishing, getting back for the way he had spanked her, and slapped her face. What was more, he wouldn't pull away because she had his cock locked in her throat. She had this son of a bitch where she wanted him now, and it might be a good idea to make him pay for all the embarrassment and agony he had caused her in the short time she had been here. She would even be able to squeeze his testicles and make him scream, then claim she did it out of passion.
No! Better not take any chances. The picture hadn't been started yet. One thing was certain, and that was, once they were halfway through the film, no matter what she did, they would need her to complete it. Besides, physical revenge for what they were doing to her would never fully satisfy her. She had to do something to make everyone connected with this film remember her for a long time to come, when she would be able to laugh at them while back on top.
She smiled, even with the broad cock filling her lovely mouth. There was a way to get even for all this. No matter how much her body was enjoying it, she was still mentally angry that this gross elephant had had the temerity to treat her like some up-and-coming starlet. She would use the gossip columns to get back at this man, letting them know in a roundabout way what a pervert he was.
Erik Gordon was unable to keep his body still, even for a moment. He had tried standing still, as if he were some sort of king and she the subject who had to obey his whims. But her nails, digging into his asscheeks, added to the sweet pressure of her sucking mouth, made the man thrust forward, enjoying the sensation of his hard cock in the creamy wetness of her burning oral cave. Her lips were sucking feverishly, literally milking his penis of all sensation.
Jill continued making little slurping sounds, knowing that sound was as much a part of everything as was sight and the other senses. His pulsing organ was still tightly buried in the depths of her gullet, and she sucked ever more wildy, determined to bring the man to the very edge of his climax, before letting go of his cock and yanking her mouth completely away.
If he was so intent on degrading her, then she would take some physical revenge while she was able. True, he had made her come before, but with his fingers. Her fingernails sank even more deeply into the fullness of his asscheeks while her tongue constantly titillated and slavishly tantalized his throbbing organ. Jill continued lapping all the more strongly at his penile underside, starting to use her teeth to lightly nibble-just a little, but the man was in such ecstasy, her dental pressure merely thrilled him that much more. Great arousal was igniting within him.
The flavor of his cock entranced her even more, and she sucked all the harder, her jaws pulling as she savored the taste of his flesh. God! Who would ever have thought cock sucking was so much fun.
Slickly wet, the mighty ramrod continued pumping itself in and out of her mouth like a piston engine. She sucked tirelessly, tasting, chewing, sucking. Gasps came from the depths of her throat as she hummed and sighed, realizing with every passing moment she was enjoying this physical abasement of herself more and more.
"No more...." he was gasping, finally. "No more.. no more! I can't take it anymore. You keep doing that, and I'll shoot a river down your throat."
She finally permitted her soft lips to slide from the length of his rigid cock. His hands gripped her shoulders and he hauled her to a standing position. She looked down and saw her knees were slightly skinned. Inwardly, Jill wondered what was happening to her, because she had the overpowering desire to suck even more. There was something inside her that continually drove her, making her ache to fill her delightful mouth with his big, juicy cock.
"You know," Erik whispered to her, "you also have a gorgeous ass. I wnant to enjoy the sight of it while I'm fucking that hot little box of yours, honey."
Before Jill understood what he wanted, she felt herself turned around, propelled to the nearest chaise, and then thrown forward onto it, belly down. He lifted her tight little ass and made her support herself on her knees, as he stood at the edge of the chaise. Using his right hand to guide his throbbing cock, he brought the stiff penis between her delightfully rounded cheeks, admiring the fact that they were so perfectly shaped-still a light red from the walloping he had administered earlier. The pouting labia of her inner vagina were barely apart, moving in and out as if she were breathing through her cunt like it was a mouth. The round shape of the opening, like her oral lips, was inviting him to probe with his prick, aching to have him bury the organ all the way inside. His hand reached around her thighs and felt the extended stem of her clitoris, massaging it, but in no way trying to probe inside her pussy with his fingers. He tugged her lovely body back firmly against him, bringing her buns against his thighs.
He slid the hard length of his cock up and down against her perineal strip as well as through her vaginal lips, and this, added to the pressure of his fingers on her clitoris, caused moe and more of the slick fluid inside her to bubble out and coat her sexy cunt lips. Erick continued massaging her tantalizing vaginal guard, his fingers caressing sensually against the quivering little bud, making her more aware than ever of the sexuality that filled her. This allowed even greater delight to travel through her, as thrill after thrill transmitted itself through the rest of her quivering body.
Jill's hands turned into fists clenching the webbing of the chaise beneath her, as she allowed her weight to be thrown forward thereby lifting the swells of her asscheeks high in the air. This gave Erik even better access to her sodden vagina.
"Ooohh ... wwwwaauuww ... nnnnnhh hh...." she shrilly gasped, because his forefinger was already strongly massaging her clitoral bud with even greater power frictioning it again and again. White-hot, liquid lava seethed through her entire slender body, flowing through her as if she were an awakening volcano ready to erupt from the overpoweringly intense pressure, hurling the rock all over the man behind her.
"You know," he grunted with a smile on his face. "For such a slender girl you're much heavier than you look."
He moved her body around on the chaise until he had her in what he felt was just the right position for him. Her head was down, her cheek flatly pressed against the webbing. Her hands were gripping the arms of the chaise for some kind of leverage, her elbows raised. Jill was very much aware precisely how defenseless eher buttocks were, propped high in the air at that moment, still a rich pink from the spanking she had received earlier. She felt to totally vulnerable, feeling his staring eyes glued to the roundness of her rear globes.
Sighing, trembling and shuddering, Jill found it difficult to breathe, her lungs desperately trying to suck in some air. She actually wanted to beg this man to do more, but one corner of her mind reminded her, she would play directly into his hands this way. Then she would be doing precisely what he wanted, and this was one thing she didn't want to do at this point. Yes, she was employed by him, had signed contracts to work for him, and obviously had to fuck for him, but he had made life so miserable for her the first few minutes she had come out here, she didn't want him to know she liked anything he did.
Jill smirked to herself. It was almost as if she were going moral. Needless to say that was ridiculous in Hollywood. Ever since the movie industry had moved out here, this place had been the largest hotbed of sexual sin in America. She was part of all this depravity, and until today, hadn't felt the least bit ashamed of it. Fucking was a natural way for a woman to get ahead, in spite of Womens' Lib. But there was something eerie about this particular man, Erik Gordon. She had the feeling that he wouldn't be content to take her merely for the duration of the movie. Not only that, but he would tire of her quickly enough for himself, and he would use her in other ways, but to advance himself and not her. Her brain cried out to her that the only intelligent thing to do was to complete the contract and then get the hell away from this man. Other men had wanted their way with her, but had let her know in advance of their intentions. This man, in spite of telling her he was intent on fucking her, had other obvious uses for her, uses he wasn't mentioning. The instant he had made her use her mouth on his cock, not merely forcing her, but teaching her to enjoy such vileness, she ought to have realized he was unlike other men. The other producers and directors had their choice of so much nookie in Hollywood, they never used any female for any great length of time. But now that she thought about it, certain ideas began to intrude into her mind.
Marie Warren had been a rising star. She had starred in one of Erik Gordon's movies, and then had mysteriously retired. Though it was rumored she was living somewhere in South American with a rich millionaire, Jill was unable to help but wonder if it was the truth. Was it possible Erik Gordon also was involved in some kind of white slavery? It was rumored that some of the wealthier Arab sheiks were paying enormous sums in order to have famous actresses smuggled into their harems.
Why was she accepting very placidly what this man wanted to do to her? She ought to still be rejecting him, mentally if not outright. She had more sense than to reject him physically at this moment. He would probably pound her senseless.
Jill was frightened of this man and the power he wielded. She was even more frightened of the fact that the man was able to control her desires. She was aware that her physical self was now willingly going along with what this gross man intended doing, but worse, her mental self was accepting it, as well. He had her totally humbled, bowed, on her knees, her buttocks waving in the air like a flag representing his triumph over her, her cunt opening and closing as if trying to suck in the penis about to invade her. She felt as if she was actually asking for this horrible degradation.
His fingers, all this while, had continued rubbing and massaging her trembling clitoris, making her cunt ooze more of the oily fluid from within her, while his other hand kept playing with her nipple. Then his left hand, the hand that had been toying with her man-in-the-boat, was no longer there. Rather he was using that hand to grip his throbbing cock and aim it at her sucking hole, pressing the head directly into her pudding-like pinkness.
Once again, she gasped, aware the weeping vale of her sucking vagina craved the thickness of his lance. God! Was there no way at all to control herself? He moved his pulsating cock through her parting inner labia, but the head didn't enter the tunnel behind her vulva. Rather he pushed the head of his penis the length of her vagina, letting it rub against her clitoris where the few pubic hairs on her mons were able to reach down and tickle it. She twisted and gasped, aroused even more. Then the cock pulled back.
There was a moment of fear as Jill realized this was it! He was going to bury his weighty stiffness in the narrow confines of her interior, and it was so broad, she worried it might cause her pain. But immediately afterward, she sighed a breath of relief as utter ecstasy filled her, rubbing all her vaginal walls.
Erik wasted no time, believing it was foolish for him to dally now. He drove the thickeness of his penis into the tunnel between her tantalizing thighs, shoving it hard and deep luxuriating in the sucking center of her thrilling void. The hardness of his solid organ sank itself all the way into her warm and wonderful feminine depths, and the man shuddered as he felt the way her hot cunt crushed itself around his cock.
Jill found herself gasping a soundless, almost breathless sigh. It "whooshed" from between her lips as thrills esctatically charged through her shuddering frame. Wave after wave of uncontrollable desire billowed through her interior before her mind was able to grasp at the fact that if she wasn't careful she would be used for more things than she might dream possible. Nevertheless there was no denying her body was actually craving all this. She actually needed the penis inside her.
"Ohhh yess!" the heavy man panted. "Man! What a fabulous pussy, what a fucking vagina!"
Having fucked so many different women, Erik Gordon was a true connoisseur of pussy, truly capable of appreciating the delightful tightness of Jill's vaginal muscles as they clung to him. They sucked on his length with the power of a plumber's helper.
Wasting no time at all, the man speedily began humping his cock back and forth, building freshly responsive pleasures in the aching body that he had so happily degraded. His hand was still reaching around her thigh, rolling the little head of her aching clitoris around and around beteeen his thumb and two fingers.
Charges of uncontrolled delight continued building to higher planes in Jill's body and unwilling mind. Each time the man rammed his cock into her narrowness, she slammed her buttocks back against his hairy thighs, enhancing the delight for both of them. His fingers continued their constant massaging and teasing, tweaking her clitoris, and the beautiful movie star was aware she was going to have a dual orgasm this time, the first time anything like this had ever happened in her life. One orgasm was mounting in the sensitive upper wall of her vagina, while another was building in the finger-rubbed clitoris. The two climaxes were going to crash into her quaking body simultaneously. Tears poured down her cheeks as she wept, realizing she was lost to whatever this man intended doing to her. Fucking for Erick Gordon was no longer something she had to do for him, but rather it was an experience of unparalleled belief for her. Her body lurched as the twin climaxes came crashing down on her.
"Hhhhhaaaaii iiaaaii aagggg hhhh!" Her voice was one loud, long wail of pure delight as she felt herself tumbling over the orgasmic brink, only to discover she was climbing an even higher mountain of sensation, reaching for a more lofty plateau. The man was moving rapidly with less than an eighth of a second between each push-pull. He slammed the full length of his pulsating organ into her shuddering tunnel over and over, making her wriggle relentlessly and without mercy.
He finally removed his finger from her quivering clitoris, but only after she had undergone an entire series of countless mini-orgasms. The little pellet was highly oversensitive. His hands were firmly gripping her hips, thrilling to the snug tightness of her sucking, wet vagina around his pounding prod of rigid iron.
Her small breasts dangled beneath her and as she lowered her body even more, her ultra-sensitive nipples rubbed against the webbing as more heat built even higher in the tenderness of her young body. He gripped her hips that much more tightly, ramming his penis solidly into her, and little by little the multitude of orgasms that had overcome her slowly began fading, making way for the even bigger one that was now building within the framework of her body.
Jill was totally helpless at this point, and it was this helplessness which kept her from thinking and perhaps saved her sanity. Aware that she was unable to do anything at the moment concerning this horrible man, she found herself finally accepting this servile position, bowing as a slave to the great god Priapus.
She gasped when one of the fat man's arms wrapped itself around her waist in order to tug herself even closer as he continued stroking into her body. When he touched her clitoris the next time, it was oversensitive, making her squirm on her knees, rubbing her asscheeks violently against his thighs. The feeling was so overpowering, she wanted to tear his fingers away, but she was unable to do so. So he continued tantalizing the little capsule of blood-filled flesh, his throbbing cock pounding into her sucking cunt furiously. His open mouth was near her ear, gasping into it, saying words of burning lust that served to arouse her that much more.
"Damn it all, fuck, you cunt! Move that hot creamy cunt of yours against my cock and fuck until your pussy falls off!"
"Uhhhhaawwuungg!" she respnnded, gasping at the wickedly arousing sound of his voice.
It was the sound she made as his throbbing phallus continued plundering through her at breakneck speed, sliding in and out, according the walls of her sensitive pussy and building higher, wilder thirills than he had ever imagined existed. The previous dual orgasm had, as far as she was concerned, been the ultimate sensation, but now she knew better. Now she knew even greater senations awaited her. Each thrill shooting through her was slightly greater than the previous one. She found herself being bloated with orgasms, and the quantity merely enhanced the quality.
Jill had never denied that she was a whore at heart. Money was the root of survival, and if fucking was the only way for her to earn lots of money, then she would do so, but she hated this man for making her realize precisely how much of a wanton she was, underneath.
Jill panted heavily, making all kinds of heavy sounds, then shuddered feeling the man's strong hands wrapping themselves solidly around her spider-like waist. He tugged her back so violently, she felt the teeth in her mouth rattling. The man's arms continued pulling her to him as his hands began moving higher up on her slender body, seeking, finally finding the brown-colored grapes that were her lushly dangling nipples.
At the same time Erik's thick penis continued sinking into the narrow tightness of her vaginal depths, and her secretions flooded all over it, making its passage back and forth that much smoother. He was powering himself into her as if trying to slam his cock even deeper into her womanly kiln, but he was already spiked into her as deeply as possible. Still nothing would deter the man as he continued spearing himself all the more strongly into her pulling vortex, lancing his log-like length of meat all the more wickedly into the swampiness of her sexy interior.
He leaned forward and into her, each pounding drive of his hitting with somewhat more wickedness than its predecessor. His fingers continued massaging her breasts, tugging on them with such strength Jill wondered if he would leave some permanent bruises on her breasts.
The brown-haired movie star's body shuddered as it had never responded before, and all the while Erik continued violently entering and re-entering her.He was making her inwardly sense every deliberate thrust. God! He was wickedly wonderful in the way he got to her. Not seeing him prevented her from looking at his grossness, and as a result she was even more aroused, her mind picturing the man attached to the mighty prong to be as magnificent as the organ he was hurling into her with repetitive delight. His thrusting movements kept building fiery pylons of wanton lust higher in her desire-filled body, and now she was no longer thinking of the movie, of her hate for him, or of her plans for vengeance. All that was left was to enjoy the final remaining seconds before he climaxed, and from the way his broad cock swelled even more now that it was inside her, she knew the producer was damn close to the top. His thrusting powerpoint continued washing itself in the flowing wine emitted by her vagina, the organ slamming itself harder and harder into her vaginal crevasses, making her grunt softly. .
Jill no longer allowed her mind to dwell on anything.
Thought at this moment was impossible. Her body was reacting automatically, her buttocks pumping madly back and forth, her gobbling vagina constantly gorging itself with the full length and breadth of his penis, hungry for more, never seeming to have enough of the delicious meat.
Erik was varying the pressure, building newer, greater sensations in the center of her turmoiled body. The taut velvet walls of her vagina inwardly wriggled and squirmed as it sucked tightly around the length of his phallus, enjoying the way it snaked in and out of her belly like a rigidly writhing python. She had the cock tightly surrounded with every backward thrust of her rounded hips, gasping as her hands held tightly to the arms of the chaise to give her even better leverage.
Jill's face, at the moment, was as flushed as the pink cheeks of her delightful ass, and she sighed with each masterful probing into her feminine center. The sounds of his phallus slamming in and out of her narrow womanly gully, roused her to ever greater, more fevered summits of need.
Erik Gordon looked at the bent-over body of the actress he had humbled before him, as he had humbled so many others. He had won again, and though she had taken a little longer to conquer than the others, she had finally come around to what he'd wanted. Here was another beautiful pussy who hated fat men and who had believed herself too good for him until he had waved money in her face-money he would make her earn by acting, so that he was, in essence, getting her body free of charge. She had thought herself incapable of really feeling anything for him. But the truth was, just as desire drives men, so does it drive women. This woman was starting to learn, first hand, that her body was just as much in need of cock as any other female body.
Completely the lover, the man rammed into her, slamming his scouring cock all the harder through her tender membranes, driving his strokes all the more firmly into her, feeling the tension in her body as he knew she was once again on the verge of a monumental orgasm. Her cuntwalls distended as her orgasm finally slammed into her, and she shrieked, "Eeeeyy gggg gghhhhaa aagggg hhhhuuuu uunnnngg!"
Her lush form convulsed maddeningly as the pounding length of cock sent shattering, blistering thrills charging uncontrollably through her responding body. As she enjoyed the throes of her inner satisfaction, she was aware of Erik's penis bloating the littlest bit more, and then it began spewing its contents into the well of her welcoming cunt.
"Hhhhaagggghh hh ... aauuww wwaannnngg!" he bellowed, and Jill felt the thick firehose blasting its heavy, white balm into her sucking interior, filling the core of her wide-open vagina with his oozing sperm. Her nostrils twitched, smelling an aroma she discovered to be arousing for the first time, and she was mentally glad she was still on the Pill.
She remained on her hands and knees on the webbed chaise, quivering with wonder as she felt the last delightful sensation of spurting sperm burst through her quivering body. Her entire self quaked and twitched, violently jerking as more of his bubbling male essence filled her lovely inner body. So much of it poured into her.
His cock finally wilted and he slowly withdrew it. He had enough strength to stagger to the other chase and lie down as Jill simply lay, belly-down on the one where he had fucked her.
"That's one great cunt you have there, Jill-baby," he told her. "I can see where I'm gonna make a lotta good use outta you here."
Jill didn't reply. For the moment, she as too worn out. In addition, shame was once again beginning to fill her, not because she had fucked, but because she had allowed herself to feel what this grotesque man had wanted her to feel.
CHAPTER THREE
"Is this the way you treat all your female stars?" Jill asked, sitting across from Erik Gordon at dinner that evening.
"All of them," he nodded, grunting as he put a piece of before-dinner melon into his mouth.
He was wearing a simple yellow shirt hanging outside his brown pants, and he was admiring the lithe form Jill had slipped into a tight-fitting pair of denims with a matching denim shirt, both black.
"Why?" she asked.
"Sometimes I think you people are considerably dumber than you look, but the truth is, I know you much better than to underestimate you. So let me explain my philosophy of life, just this once. I like all the pleasurable things in life, and I even take great pleasure in earning the kind of money I do in the way I do. Because I have so much money, and because I'm a producer, I have control over the lives of countless other people. In life, there is no middle ground. Either you control, or you are controlled. You can't withdraw into a shell and say, leave me alone and I'll leave you alone. My pleasure is, among other things, enjoying great multitudes of women. I don't deny that it helps to know I'm fucking a famous woman, a woman other men have wet dreams about, but I get just as much enjoyment out of fucking a starlet who isn't famous if she's particularly beautiful. More often than not, I make her famous. So it works out the same."
"Doesn't it disturb your conscience to know you're simply using people?" Jill wanted to know.
"No more than it disturbs yours," he replied. "If you had been able to con me into giving you the acting job without putting out for me, you'd have considered it a great coup. After all, you're Jill Allen, the great star, and I ought to be honored to have you in a movie for a mere two hundred thousand. But the truth is, if I didn't get you, I'd get someone else, and probably for less. Even though you've made two flops in a row, I'm certain you're still well known enough to make my new movie, RAPE OF A HOUSEWIFE, a tremendous success. People have been dying to see what you look like, naked, basically just because you're a famous movie star. They're not only going to see you naked, but in Europe, they're going to see you being fucked."
"Now wait a minute," Jill insisted. "I was told this would be soft core. The sex is supposed to be simulated."
"What's the matter?" Erik laughed. "Are you afraid to do on camera what you've been doing off camera?"
"That wasn't part of the deal," she insisted.
"You're right," he nodded, smiling the kind of smile Jill didn't like. "Don't worry, don't worry."
But Jill was worried. What had that crumb of an agent gotten her into this time? If she had any sense, she would pack up and get the hell out of here. But she had already been violently raped by this man, and that, if nothing else, had earned her the right to work on the movie in order to collect her two hundred thousand.
"There's a copy of the script in your room," Erik told her, belching a little. "After dinner, go on up and read it. You'll find it definitely does have a story in spite of the sexual involvement. At eleven, I want you in my bedroom, in my bed."
"Again?" Jill asked, raising her eyebrows.
"Again," he nodded. "I intend taking full advantage of you, honey, full advantage. Again and again."
Jill shrugged fatalistically knowing she wasn't able to change things.
CHAPTER FOUR
The ordeal that night with Erik Gordon was more enjoyable than Jill would have cared to admit. In the dark, she was unable to see his grossness, and even though she felt it, not seeing it was enough to make sex with him even more enjoyable.
The following morning, she was up at seven, had an early breakfast, and was driven directly to the studio by Erik, himself. It was an old studio originally used in the days of early television and converted by Erik.
While riding in the car, she had started memorizing her lines.
When they arrived, she found everyone else on the set and ready to go. The set in this case was a three-bedroom house, ranchstyle, and Jill assumed the exteriors had been shot elsewhere.
Absalom Kirsch, the director, was a short, bushy-haired man with deep eyes that had dark circles around them. He was dressed in simple gray slacks and a white shirt.
Jill's co-worker and fellow actor was one of those muscle freaks, whose picture often adorned pumping iron magazines. It was obvious the man hadn't been hired for his acting ability, and had she not been so engrossed in memorizing her part, Jill might have suspected something was wrong.
"You set to go, Drew?" Kirsch asked the actor.
"You betcha," Drew Karper retorted.
Kirsch walked over to Jill and drew her to the side. He showed her where her dressing room was, saying, "This is a movie about a woman who's hated sex all her life. Her husband has made it a chore for her. As a result, she does her best to look like a drudge. Now you go into your dressing room and put on the dress you find there. Don't put on any undies."
"Won't that make me look sexier?" Jill asked.
"When you have clothes on and your tits sag a little, it doesn't look so sexy," he told her.
"Mine don't sag," Jill retorted stiffly.
"Fine. In any case, no undies. Just slip on the dress, the stylist'll fix your hair around your face, and then we'll rehearse."
Jill realized the futility of arguing with a director, and so went to the dressing room where she stripped off all her clothing. There, hanging on a peg, was an orange house dress that was two sizes too large for her, and some house slippers, as well. She put all these on and returned to the set, where the hair dresser proceeded to make her hair look moe than a little disheveled.
"Okay!" Absalom Kirsch called out. "This is going to be the rape scene where the husband's best friend walks in on the lone woman and takes advantage of her."
The one called Drew smiled, his face reminding her of one of the more famous younger movie actors. He was wearing a white shirt and blue denims.
"Let's rehearse," Kirsch was saying, and someone handed Jill something.
It was a small glass of liquer. She looked at the wardrobe mistress who had given it to her, and the other woman, old, gray-haired, and paunchy, smiled at her and said, "Go on! It'll help you get through the day."
Not understanding what the woman meant, Jill swallowed the liqueur and thanked the woman. Then rehearsals began.
It was a simple scene. She was supposedly in the kitchen, stacking dishes in the dishwasher, and the best friend of her husband comes in through the kitchen door to return a drill he had borrowed from her husband. Seeing her, the man is apparently able to see through her disguise, and gets the hots for her. He drags her into the living room where he undresses, strips her naked, and rapes her.
All during rehearsal, the undressing and the stripping of her was dispensed with in order to facilitate things and make sure the camera angles and acting was down pat. Surprisingly enough, Drew proved relatively competent at memorizing his own lines.
At about eleven, Kirsch called out, "All right, we're going for a take, this time. There're three, cameras grinding so there'll be no stop in the action for now. We'll do the closeups a little later."
"Fine," Jill nodded, almost bored with everything.
"Camera! Action!" Kirsch yelled.
Jill was at the dishwasher, stacking the dishes in again, and Drew walked in the kitchen door.
"Hi Mavis," he said, using the name she had been given. "Where's Stan today? I brought his drill back."
"Stan's at the golf links," Jill said, shrugging.
"Jeez!" Drew muttered. "What's with that guy? Y'd think he'd wanna go somehwere that'd make you happy. I'll bet you'd like to go out, huh?"
"I'd like to get out," Jill muttered. "I can't stand that man."
"Hey, what's the problem?" Drew asked, walking over to her.
She turned, walking away from him as if not appreciating his proximity, and said, "Stan and I have personal problems," the writer hadn't bothered changing the name of the character from that of the actor, "and I don't like discussing them with outsiders."
"Hey, I'm no outsider, honey," Drew murmured, moving closer to her. "You know, you're a really prime woman, Mavis. Stan oughtta give you some decent lovin' every now and again."
"Someone'll have to teach him how first," Jill snapped.
"Well, they say it takes a woman to teach a man," Drew said smiling. "Just like it takes a good man to teach a woman."
"There's nothing to learn," Jill snapped.
"You're wrong," Drew insisted, and he wrapped his arms around her.
His mouth came crushing down on Jill's, making her head reel. There was warmth in the pit of her stomach, a warmth she was unable to understand. How was she to know her liquer had been doctored with an aphrodisiac? She hadn't felt the effects earlier because Drew had not rehearsed the actual kissing and rape sequence. Kirsch wanted the rape to look as authentic as possible, and it was his contention that rehearsing it would make it look too staged.
"No!" Jill shouted, pulling her lips from Drew's.
"Yes!" Drew insisted. "I'm gonna show you what real lovin' is like, honey, and you're gonna thank me for it."
His arms wrapped around her own, he lifted her bodily, and walked into the living room of the movie set. He hurled her onto the couch, and at a signal from the director, pulled his clothing off. There was a strange anxiety in his face, and Jill didn't like it.
The idea of this man being naked near her ought not to have affected her, she realized. After all, she had done many movies where she had undressed in front of the camera, but with her back turned to the audience so that her nakedness was never visible. She knew the actors and crew would gape at her body for a moment, but once they had their fill of looking at her, they would go back to work. But looking at the hairless chest of the man above her, Jill felt a strange, forbidden desire come over her. She wasn't used to looking at such a muscularly, naked chest. Most of the movie actors with whom she shared supposed bedroom scenes, had hair all over their chests. This one not only had no hair on his chest, but his underarms had also been shaved, just as she shaved hers. In fact, the only place on her body below her neck where there was hair was the sparse growth covering her pelvis.
She stared at the man, rooted to the spot, hearing the sound of the cameras grindig, and for some reason she felt terrified. She knew this was going to be simulated, yet she actually felt what Mavis, the woman she was playing, was supposed to feel. She felt fear and anticipation. Her eyes stared at him as he began fumbling wit his pants.
Hell! What have I gotten myself into? she wondered. If I had any brains I'd get the hell out of here now, while I can still do it.
But heat continued worming its way through her shuddering body, and she felt herself unable to move. In fact, she found herself as helpless as a sparrow being hypnotized by the eyes of a python, intent on swallowing it whole. She wanted to shut her eyes and block out the sight of this muscular man's naked body, but she was afraid he had gotten so into his part, he might jump all over her. So, she stared.
It seemed only a moment until the powerful man had removed all his clothing, standing totally naked in front of her, revealing the glory of his maleness to her. Actually, she had expected a man as muscular as Drew Karper to have a small penis. For some reason, muscle men never seemed to deveop the one muscle that really counted. But with Drew, everything was different. It was already stiff, and it was both longer and harder than she would have dreamed. Granted it wasn't the massive baton sported by Erik, but it was definitely long enough to make its owner proud.
Heat flooded through her, building the weirdest yearning to have the spear buried in her body. Still, this was simulated sex, and besides, she wasn't crazy about having such a spear buried in her while she was in front of a camera. It stood out from beneath his flat, hard stomach, like the challenging haft of a blunt and weighty javelin.
Drew was staring at her with the craziest kind of leer twisting his features. His strong hand reached down and gripped his blue-veined hardness, and he suddenly began stroking the heavy, uncircumcised foreskin back and forth, doing it quite naturally, making the cowl of loose skin slide rhythmically over the swollen head again and again.
Aware she was gaping at what his hand was doing, Drew smiled even more broadly. He winked at her, as if to say what he was doing was merely adding a touch of realism to all this since other heavy budgeted pictures never bothered showing anything like this.
"Take a good look at it," he said aloud, making Jill remember he was saying his lines. "I'm gonna bury this whole thing inside you. Your husband may be too stupid to appreciate you. But I do, and I'm gonna make you like what I do to you."
"I'll tell him," she gasped. "You do this, and I swear I'll tell him. He'll kill you."
"You don't wanna tell him," Drew muttered. "Come on, Mavis. You admitted he's a lousy lay. Are you gonna go through life unfulfilled? Here you got me right next door to you, honey, and I'm the one guy who can send you to heaven on a joyride on my stick."
Drew was fairly salivating. This was the famous Jill Allen, and he was going to fuck her for the whole world to see. Who'd have believed it. This was his chance to become a big star.
He had done lots of triple-x stuff before, but the other chicks had been aware of what was happening. This time the rape was for real. The cameras were grinding away, and her struggles would be realistic because the rape would be factual. She actually believed this was a dressed-up version of soft core, and it made him laugh, inwardly. She was in for one helluva surprise. Just knowing what he was supposed to do to one of Hollywood's most famous, high-priced actresses, a chick who was normally very temperamental on most movie sets, added to the pulsating stiffness of his own throbbing cock. He knew she had one helluva nice body under that dumb-looking dress. Now he was not only going to look at it, but he would use it.
"Come on, Mavis," he said, following the script, his voice catching in his throat despite his attempt to be calm. "Let's not waste any more time. Get those clothes off!"
He saw the fright suddenly fill Jill's wide-open, staring eyes. The fear was mingling with some kind of disgust, and a spark of anger began charging uncontrolled through him. Her refusal to move made him feel as if she were affronting him personally rather than merely playing a part. Hell! He had lain a whole bunch of other, good-looking cunts. Just because she was Jill Allen, was no excuse for her to hold her pussy back. It was obvious the prissy bitch, like the character she was playing, thought herself too good to be pierced by Drew Karper. Well, by God! He was gonna show this cunt! He would fuck her precisely the way Absalom Kirsch had ordered-hard, fast, and deep, whether she liked it or not, though all the other cunts he'd fucked had always loved it. Slowly, confidently, deliberately, he began moving toward her.
The contorted expressions of horror that washed so totally across the frightened young actress's face moved like billowing waves. Seeing her so helpless, not just acting the part, but really feeling it, struck a dark chord of cruel anxiety and intensity in the handsome young muscular actor. His face, ruggedly handsome before, began twisting with lust, becoming almost ugly with his perverted desire for her, contorted as it was with lust-swollen voraciousness for her slender white body. A sense of depravity filled him as never before.
Something snapped in Jill at that moment. She realized this was no longer acting, but the real thing. It would be sheer stupidity to wait around any longer. Rising, she ran for the door on the set leading to what was supposed to be the outside. She even reached it, but to her surprise, the door was now locked.
God! It wouldn't open! She was helplessly trapped on a model home set on a soundstage, and there were countless men all around, observing everything taking place, watching what she now knew had to be some kind of perverse sex fiend with an erection about to jump on her and take full advantage of her. This had all been set up, not only by Erik, whom she swore she would revenge herself against when the time came, but against her agent, Carter Watson, as well. She'd find some way to fix them, if it was the last thing she ever did.
Whirling about, her back pressed against the door, she found herself facing the approaching Drew. He was widely grinning at her, his lips maliciously curled, twisting with a grimance. Now she was more aware than ever of the streak of pure sadism in this man. She stared at him, her mouth open, her eyes wide with horror, feeling as if she were some kind of trapped butterfly. Watton lust made the man's anxious face light up brightly. She tried to speak, aching to somehow or other plead with him not to do this. It was a terrible thing, and though she knew how rapturous a good fuck was, to have an actual scene of her copulating on camera, might well spell an end to her career.
Words refused to come from her throat as she pressed her back all the more firmly against the door behind her. She was completely frozen as she watched the lewd mad whose hand had never once stopped stroking his cock, come closer. Even if it wasn't as big as Erik Gordon's, it was still big enough, and the idea of having her cunt stretched by such a weapon with the cameras showing closeups of her pussy made her belly churn. Her eyes were fastened firmly on the pylon, and the more she stared at it, the more terrified she became.
God! It was the first uncircumcised cock she had ever seen, and it looked so frightening. The extra flesh gave it the appearance of a drill, and she wondered if it would corkscrew around once he penetrated her with it.
No, she mustn't allow herself to think that way. He was not going to get that instrument buried inside her.
In spite of her terror now, the thought of such an odd-looking penis built the heat within her that much higher. She was as intrigued by it as she was frightened, and she wondered if the man was able to do things with it that circumcised penises were unable to do. Would he actually rip out her membranes with it?
Oh, he was well built and he knew it. The smirk on his face told her he enjoyed the way she was unable to tear her eyes from it.
"You think you're so big, huh!" she gasped. "Well let me tell you, compared to the one that pushed its way into me last night, you're small, really small."
"I'm big enough to fuck you, honey," he told her. "What's more, the way I do it, you're gonna be begging for more."
"Don't you put a hand on m-me!" she gasped, stuttering ashamed of the fear she was dispalying in her voice as she realized fear had immobilized her for the moment.
This man was definitely going to ravish her slender body no matter what she said or did. Anyone seeing it on film would believe her begging and pleading to be merely an act.
"Of with the clothes!" Drew insisted, smirking, knowing the time had come at last for him to feast his eyes on the nakedness of Jill Allen.
The movement of a set-hand made her aware of all the men who were about to witness her rape. What was more, from the anxious looks on their faces, she knew there would be no help forthcoming. They wanted to see her being fucked.
"You gonna take off that dress, or maybe you want I should help you?" Drew chortled.
Jill remained perfectly still, unable to move, all hope now completely gone. He was powerful. An ordinary man would have had no trouble handling her. But this man would handle her like she was a mouse. She was alone for the moment, completely helpless and she knew she would be forced to do whatever the script called for, but it wouldn't be a simulation. In fact, the script stopped short of the actual act, but she knew a man like Drew would have everything planned out in his head. He was going to fuck her, and the onlookers intended enjoying the sight of it.
He reached out with his strong hands, hands she detected to be powerful, and he cupped her face in his palms. He held her that way for a long moment, then with a sudden yank, he jerked her solidly and firmly against his steel hard body. Wearing a triumphant leer, he slowly lowered his face to hers and when she tried twisting her head away, his fingers caught in her hair and he held her head still. Slowly, inexorably, he began pressing his hungering lips tightly against hers. He anxiously probed with his tongue into the deepest part of her mouth, tasting the savoriness of her. The liqueur still kept her breath tasting sweet and he kissed as if sucking the air from her lungs.
Horrified, Jill became rigid in front of this terrible man, and that was when she became distinctly aware of the upright hardness of his throbbing phallus pressing into the softness of her rounded belly. A final flicker of hope went through her mind. Maybe she would still be able to get away, somehow. But the hoped faded when his hand gripped her face, his thumb digging into one cheek, his fingers into the other. All the while the upright throbbing stiffness of his prick pressed against the softness of her belly."
"Yey, yeah, thatta girl!" the man breathed very softly into the heated depths of her mouth as she squirmed. "You and me, baby, we're gonna have us a lotta fun, Mavis. I'll be nice and easy with you and I'll make you forget that husband of yours. You'll see."
Then Jill was aware of the man's quick hands suddenly leaving her face, easing the pressure on her cheeks. She stood there panting for a moment as she felt his hands move behind her, touching her smoothness as he felt for the tab of her zipper. With a swift downward jerk, he tugged it all the way down, right to the flare of the little bum. Jill was very much aware of a rush of cool air whispering across her naked flesh in the rear. The man tugged the garment from her shoulders, down along her hips, and then let it fall in a puddle around her feet. Now, she was totally naked save for the sandals she was wearing, and he soon had these off as well, kneeling and taking them from her feet one at a time. He tossed them somewhere out of camera range.
Her white breasts shuddered, feeling totally exposed, and knowing the cameras were photographing her nakedness for the world. She felt so terribly helpless and alone, as if in the center of a cave of wolves, with the appointed wolf about to devour her while the others hungrily looked on.
Drew was on his knees before her, having just removed her sandals, and he began running his hands up and down the smoothness of her flanks. He touched her tender flesh, causing goosebumps to suddenly rise as if from nowhere, making her shudder all over. The desire to actually give in was enlarging in the pit of her belly as the aphrodisiac, now in her bloodstream, circulated through her entire body.
There was no way she would be able to fend this man off, now. It felt so horrible being this exposed and naked in front of the cameras and the other men watching, but for some reason she felt even more ashamed to let the man kneeling in front of her look at her. The funny thing was, had she still been on top, earning her two million a movie, she would have picked just such a man as a stud escort for a night, but then she would have been in control. As things stood now, he was the one who controlled everything.
The liqueur was really affecting her now. When she tried moving, she found herself swaying drunkenly, almost losing her balance as she quivered with sensation. The thrill of the man's lips pressing firmly against the exposed white flesh of her belly was almost overpowering. The suddenly moist contact of the tip of his tongue with her flesh sent a vibrant chill racing down the length of her spine. She swayed, first forward, then backward, and to keep herself from toppling over when swaying backward, she let her hands reach out and automatically clutch at the hair of the man kneeling in front of her.
Drew smiled to himself, believing this was her acquiesence to what he intended doing, and he lowered his lips to the aromatic V of her sparsely haired crotch, carefully spreading the very soft, brown threads apart with his thumbs, using his tongue like that of a lizard, flicking it deftly in and out of the wet slit of her tantalizing pussy.
Jill leaped backward, not really expecting that. The effect of his oral organ against the lips of her aching cunt was electrifying, especially when it came into direct contact with the ultrasensitive bud of her trembling clitoris. She lost her balance this time, stumbling backward, but the handsome, muscular man moved with her. Somehow she caught herself and kept herself from falling, but she continually tried pulling away from the man, moving back, back, back, not realizing he had turned her so that she had actually moved through a doorway into the next set, the bedroom.
Abruptly, she found the backs of her legs pressing against the mattress of a bed that was in the middle of the room. She pressed firmly on his head with her palms and tugged her body backward one more time. The edge of Jill's knees caught on the mattress and she found herself suddenly sprawling on her back, her legs spreading themselves wide and high as she landed.
Drew leaped forward, staring at her as she lay in that position, totally helpless. The young actress found herself kicking out at the man, trying to clamp her slender loins tightly shut. Drew clamped his sweaty palms against the soft insides of her tender inner thighs. Slowly but surely, he began pressing outward, pushing her thighs even farther apart. Eyes wide now with horror, the terrified young actress found herself twisting and turning as she struggled in the powerful man's sturdy grip. No matter how she twisted, it was a hopeless battle.
As she stared, he hunched down on all fours, moving between the columnar pillars of her tantalizing white thighs, spreading them that much wider apart. He grinned up at her as his eyes sought, and found hers, looking between her swollen breasts, firm and upstanding for all their smallness. He looked like a voracious beast of prey about to pounce on a helplessly fear stricken victim, intent on devouring her.
The sodden lips of her tantalizing cunt were now presented to the man's leering face in defenseless offering. Horrified at the knowledge that the cameras were recording all this, Jill lay frozen on the mattress, her feelings of total humiliation now complete as she stared at the way his tongue slowly began circling his lips in licentious preparation for the anxious ravishment about to take place.
His fingers dug into the inner flesh of her thighs, making her tingle with lust of her own, a lust that was enhanced all the more by the fear that built inside her. His hands moved slowly forward, his thumbs resting ever so lightly on the soft draperies that were her outer cuntlips. Then, with a slow, almost agonizing movement, he began tugging outward, his pressuring thumbs drawing the ragged coral inner labia ever so slowly apart. He exposed the soaking pink slash to the lustful mercy of his starved gaze as well as to the eyes of the cameras.
Drew continued staring greedily at her open feminine cut for a long, long moment, then with his voice groaning like that of an animal, he hurled his face forward, his tongue extended as he buried the complete length of it into the heatedly throbbing depths of her womanly corridor.
Jill quivered, twisting and yanking herself this way and that, a heart-rending moan of utter and complete helplessness escaping from somewhere in the depths of her chest. Her rounded and quiveringly tight, white buttocks began grinding themselves all the more firmly into the mattress in a fultile attempt to escape the utterly maddening assault taking place on her body.
"Ohhhhhh ... hhhhuu uuuunn nnhhhh ... nooooo, pllleeee eeaaaa aase ... hhhaannnnhh ... nooooo oo-oo ... don't do this, don't do this, no more, no more," she loudly pleaded, whimpering before this depraved attack.
Even though she had been violently raped by Erik Gordon, it had not been as shameful to her as what was happening to her now. This oral violation of her most private feminine sanctuary being filmed so that everyone would be able to see what she looked like all over, taking away the mystery that was Jill Allen, made her quake with a combination of hatred and horror. Mingled with those two feelings was depravity and lust, the like of which she had never previously known. She had no idea it was the aphrodisiac at work inside her and wondered if it was possible that her experiences with Erik had opened her mind to new sexual vistas she had been unable to appreciate. She was actually enjoying it!
Her head had lifted off the mattress, and supporting herself on her elbows, she watched with disbelief mixed with pleasure and hate. Her eyes stared wildly at what ought to have been considered a nightmare taking place between her legs. Oral ravishment was being perpetuated on her body and she was panting with lust, verbally letting the whole world know she was enjoying it. The faster Drew's tongue worked on the wetness of her feminine dehiscence, the more she groaned. His noises obscenely filled her ears, letting her know he was starved for her, and was feasting on all she had to offer.
'It ... can't ... beeee...." she groaned again to herself, feeling more and more humiliated with every passing moment.
Her head fell back on the firm mattress, her hair whipping violently from side to side, covering her face as Drew Karper's tongue speared in and out of her helplessly involuntarily dilating vaginal lips. In spite of the knowledge she was being ruined and the revulsion she felt for these men because of what they were doing, she felt more and more wisps of curling pleasure invading her quaking body. The pleasure was total, uncontrolled, and completely unadulterated. Though some of her lovers had done this to her before, none of them had built the pyres of pure delight she was now feeling. In spite of the pleasure being unwanted, she was feeling it completely, and ripples traveled through her belly.
Drew's hands reached over the flatness of her belly, crawling higher and higher until his fingers dug into the roundness of her small breasts. His fingertips started rolling the lengthening nipples between them in unrelenting fury. As his mouth and flicking tongue worked in complete animal-like slavering and masticating subjugation of the tautness of the rich coral of her vagina, his eyes remained constantly open, staring with a certain arrogant delight. He was enjoying the sight of the contortions lining her face, staring at it, as he did between the small hillocks of her upstanding breasts, while they shuddered in time with the way he licked her. He was waiting, waiting, knowing very certainly he would shortly see definite signs of surrender that were certain to appear.
Jill merely lay where she was, completely frozen for the moment in abject submission to the depraved outrages he was heaping on her body as he kept her trapped. Further resistance at this point would be totally useless. There was really nothing for her to do other than to give in, and the idea that she was being conquered rather than loved or performing a part in a movie caused great tears of inner degradation and wanton humiliation to fill the brown pools of her eyes.
Once again her mind fixed itself with a certain seething anger on Carter Watson, her agent. He had to know what was going on. He wasn't the kind of man to "allow" something like this to happen. He and Erik had set this whole thing up. She was going to fix him once and for all when she finally did emerge from this horror. Even if Erik's studios were now considered up there with the best independents, she didn't appreciate being used in a porn film.
Her mind found itself once again returning to the cruelly inhuman man now hunched on all fours between her spread thighs-thighs he was pushing at, as his mouth continued to feast at her delightful trough. As far as she was concerned, this man was desecrating a national shrine, since her cunt was the most sacred part of her body, and even if her two last pictures had bombed, she believed herself to be a national shrine. He was constantly defiling her with his mouth. When other men did this-with her permission, it was as if they were bowing to her and worshipping her. But this man was making her feel as if she were the one being humiliated. The worst part of all this was, each time she opened her mouth to protest, all she was able to dc was moan, and the camera picked up the sight of her doing it, while the microphone picked up her sighs and groans.
Why had she ever left New York? Everyone had referred to Forty-Second Street as being the filthiest, most sinful street in the world, but as far as she was concerned, the place was a paradise compared to the awful things happening to her out here.
Sex had always been something she had equated with men and only men. It as supposed to be someting to please their animalistic desires or something used to humiliate them. But sex was suddenly proving to be all-powerful as far as she wu concerned, too. It was controlling her for the first time in her life, well, the second time, because it had taken Erik to teach her how sex was able to dominate her.
Thanks to her agent and Gordon, she was presently in the hands of an expert maniac, not to mention a whole group of other depraved morons who were leering laughingly at her, silently cheering Drew on. Drew, as if hearing their silent cheers, continued committing this oral offense on her genital person. Jill wasn't able to remember when she had felt so mortified in her life.
Glancing between her open thighs, she noticed Drew Karper's eyes were still locked on her countenance as he continued the unending and torturing thrusts of his working tongue into the sodden depths of her vagina. He seemed to enjoy the sight of the tears falling down her stained cheeks, as if her tears were feeding the sadism hiding inside him.
As far as Drew was concerned, it was a pleasure bringing Jill Allen this low. Even if she was one of the most famous actresses of the day, she was proving herself to be no better than any other broad when it came to getting her pussy lapped.
Though she hadn't had time to act uppity on this set, he had heard the multitudes of stories about the way she had acted on countless other sets, insistent her wardrobe mistress be close at hand, angry if someone wasn't close by with a moist towel after each big scene, and screaming her head off if a scene wasn't done her way. The rumor was she hated sex and merely did it to accommodate the imortant people. But it was more than a little obvious at this point that in spite of her initial verbal protests, she liked the way he lapped her pussy a lot better than she was openly admitting. He was certain she liked sex more than she was willing to admit.
As far as Drew was concerned, all this cunt wanted to do was pretend she was too good to be fucked by the likes of him, and this made the man laugh to himself as he stabbed into her cunt a little harder with his out-thrust tongue. Hell! He'd show this one! Before this scene was over, he'd have her crawling on her hands and knees in front of him, begging him for more of everything. What was more, as long as there was film in the cameras, she'd get more ... and more, besides.
Laughing softly to himself, Drew slowly brought the flats of his hands down and began sliding them under the backs of her lovely knees as they remained splayed out widely on either side ofshis shoulders. He lifted them and slowly began pushing them up and over her. He lifted them and began pushing them up and over her writhing, squirming torso. He pushed until the hardness of her rounded kneecaps were hanging over her shoulders and the fronts of her thighs were pressing against the swells of her breasts. He was totally exposing the flat plane of her sparsely haired vaginal orifice to the anxious eyes of everyone watching what was taking place. What he had in mind would really freak her out. It was obvius she had never really enjoyed having her pussy lapped before, as she was enjoying it now, and he was equally positive she had never allowed anyone to lick the little brown crinkle that was her anal opening.
With a wide grin creasing his gigolo features, he flicked his oral organ against the prune-like pucker of her webbed anus, tantalizing it. He licked over her perineum, up into her cunt, then down into her lovely asshole.
Jill hadn't expected this at all. She was so totally unprepared for it, when searing contact was made by his tongue with her asshole, a long, low moan came issuing from her mouth-a moan of total and complete rapture, causing her body to tremble violently. She tried clamping her lips shut, not wanting the microphones to pick up her sounds, but it was hopeless. She moaned and gasped uncontrollably. As if compressing her lips wasn't enough, she clenched her eyes tightly shut, as well, pulling her lips back over her teeth, baring the evenly white dentures as she felt a thrillingly torturous sensation racing uncontrollably through the entire length of her shuddering body.
"Aaauuwwwwnn nngggghh ... ooiiii iihhhh ... Please, no more, no more, don't do it!" she whimpered aloud, trying desperately to tug her young asscheeks away from the flickering poker of masculine tongue licking at her without mercy, probing and delving in and around her rectal opening. His only answer was a lascivious chuckle and a further stab of his tongue into the tightness of her fleshy ring. "Uuunngggg hh-hhgghhhh ... ohhhhh ... hhhhaa aannnngg ... ggaarrgghh...." she groaned out loud again as a series of tiny goose pimples ran across the flat flesh of her white belly, coating her torso as her small breasts bounced in time to her movements.
Jill shuddered and gasped aloud, crying out helplessly before this continuing oral onslaught, more and more aware her fears were being realized. It wasn't enough for them to humble her. They had to make her enjoy what they were doing to her. Yes, in spite of her inner revulsion once she realized what the tongue was doing to her, the most embarrassing thing was the knowledge that her body craved more. She thought her soul had deserted her and she had become a simple hunk of flesh feeling only the delightful physical aspects of all this without being able to accept that it was disgusting.
Her rounded asscheeks automatically jerked back uncontrollably as she felt the continuation of the darting tongue sending a series of helpless spasms charging through her-spasms of utter sensation. They seemed to travel through all the exposed, tantalized nerve-endings in that tiny little hole.
"Ohh ... wwaaaaaa aagghh hh ... uuuu uunnhh ... I can't staannd ... iiitt ... ooohh ... uhhh...." she gasped, and she realized that in spite of her straining efforts to maintain self-control, it was all lost. The knowledge that her weaknesses had been photographed for all her fans to see brought home the full impact of what had taken place, bringing only further cries, not of shame and humiliation, but of desire.
Jill had never been a prude in the true sense of the word. When her cunt had been needed to help her on the road to stardom, she had used it. Had she been required to smoke pot or even take LSD, she probably would have gone that route as well, though she didn't think she would have shot heroin. Nevertheless, it was shocking to realize that in spite of all the open-mindedness she had believed herself capable of, she definitely did retain aspects of prudery somewhere inside her. The worst part of it all was that not only was the prudery being overcome, but she was actually enjoying what was happening to her. This knowledge terrified her. She clamped her teeth all the more tightly together, fighting with every last ounce of willpower against the tiny licking sparks that threatened to burst into sudden uncontrollable flame and devour her in her helplessness. But no matter how hard she tried, it was a losing battle as Drew Karper continued licking and slurping ceaselessly below, using his mouth expertly on her wetly naked loins.
This thing was ridiculous. Jill realized there was no way for her to fight this any longer. If she was going to be forced into this, she might just as well enjoy it, and she finally yielded to the pressure of the lips and tongue working in her pussy. The few inhibitions that she'd had left were swept away in a maelstrom of overpowering feeling, as totally wanton desire took complete control of her feminine form.
Her shamelessly aroused and helpless body tightened as spasms began shooting through her. Her fingers dug into the mattress as she began an uncontrolled and abandoned movement, pressing her feet into the mattress and hurling her vagina solidly against the man's constatly working tongue. One hand reached down and entwined itself in his long brown hair as a low, sour-stirring moan came from the depths of her panting chest. Forgotten were all the men standing around, staring at her. Forgotten was the fact that cameras were grinding away and showing her humiliation to the world. All that really mattered at present were the delicous shafts of pleasure piercing her shuddering flesh like tiny little pine needles of fiery enjoyment.
Drew immediately sensed the instant she finally yielded herself up completely to him, submtting once and for all to the probing of his tongue. With a wildly savage leer the man thrust the full length of his wetly lingual lance as far as possible into the sheath of her cunt again. He thrilled to the small line of silky pubic hairs on her venereal mount, feeling the way they tickled his nostrils as the bare flesh of her thighs began rubbing against his cheeks. All the while, she continued grinding her buttocks in a constantly revolving hypnotic rhythm solidly against the man's pressing face. Whether she liked it or not, she was his now, his to do with as he pleased, and he gloated, watching with a certain amount of excitement as her face screwed itself into all kinds of contortions with her eyes now clamped tightly shut, her lips pulled back once again to bare the white loveliness of her teeth.
Unnnnhh! Yessss! Almost! Her orgasm had almost hit ... not quite. It wouldn't be much longer now, of that she waas certain.
What was more, Drew sensed it, and he became all the more aroused and excited. Soon now, he would be burying the full length of his spur into her belly, allowing the tip to reach her navel from the inside until he finally managed to fire all his hot sperm into her. He was anxious to discover what it was like to have her cuntwalls closing around his cock. All cunts were different, and he loved feeling a new one.
Famous actress or not, she wasn't too good for the likes of Drew. At the moment, she was just another silly little screaming bitch who was inwardly aching to feel the full length of his cock stroking inside her. At this point, she would have settled for any cock, but his was the one handy. He inwardly gloated with salacious delight. Oh, she was going to get his cock, all right, every last goddam inch of it, and that was a fact.
Jill continued writhing and squirming, her helpless body bouncing beneath the delightfully thrilling tortures of the porno actor's driving tongue until she was positive her pounding heart was going to come slamming through her ribcage and shatter before the lenses of the on-looking cameras. She lifted her head from the bed again, intent on watching Drew's face. Her hands released his hair, but they locked behind his head and tugged his face all the more solidly into her. She thrilled to the lash of his driving tongue as it worked all the more deeply into the center of her body. It seemed as if the delightful oral fucking of her pussy was destined to go on forever.
"Cut!"
It was the voice of Abasalom Kirsch, and though Jill wanted to continue, Drew forced her to open her fingers and release his head, and then forced her thighs to separate so he was able to pull his cheeks from between them. He moved forward on his knees so that his own groin hovered directly over hers.
Now that the delicious feelings were gone, Jill was once again conscious of the cameras, and the feelings of humiliation began to return. It was so degrading to find herself begging for more of what this inferior man had to offer, lying under him as she was doing, her helpless body being cruelly attacked after she had been stripped naked against her will. Her body had been exposed to the eyes of other unimportant men, such as the cameramen, the stagehands, the lighting men, the crew in general, and, worst of all, the cameras, all of which would eventually expose her to anyone who was willing to pay the price of an admission ticket.
"Action!" Kirsch called out.
"Now, I'm gonna fuck you, Mavis, like your husband ain't never fucked you," Drew muttered, falling back into character. "I'm gonna teach you what it's like to have a first class cock powering its way into that narrow little pussy of yours."
Jill remained perfectly still and unmoving, her white, pillarly thighs spread wide apart. Her breathing was harsh and rasping, the air moving in and out of her lungs so quickly she thought someone had put a match to the oxygen inside her and immolated her. Her belly had quivered and heaved as if he had already nailed the full length of his powerful prick into her.
Drew was kneeling over her prostrate body, and now he leaned his face down and fastened his mouth on one of her tantalizing breasts. He sucked on the little nipple, making it swell and enlarge beyond belief. When he bit down, Jill groaned in pain, trying hard to twist herself away from the sudden sharpness of his chewing teeth. But all the while Drew's hands continued playing over her tantalizing body, teasing the softness of her thighs and the roundness of her almost boyish hips, holding her tightly against him. All the while, his mouth continued hungrily roaming over the delicious small swell that was her alabaster palpitating mound. First the left breast, then the right breast. He was causing all kinds of blissful twitches to trammel uncontrolled through her shuddering body, moving from her brain to her vagina and back again. Without her wanting to do so, she began moving her buttocks in a slow, impatient grinding into the firmness of the mattress.
"Well now, Mavis," Drew said, staying in character though Jill had long since forgotten her own lines, "you're really one hot lady after all." His lips were slavering all over her body, moving from her ribcage to the tips of her nipples, tantalizing them again and again. His eyes were still hard, in the greedy desire he displayed to possess her. "Honey, I'm gonna fuck you the way a man should fuck a woman. That husband of yours has probably been fucking you sissy style. I'm gonna fuck you so hard you're gonna twist and turn and writhe when I finally sink the length of this cock into your belly. By the time I'm finished with you, you're gonna be screamin' for more."
Jill lay totally frozen under the prodding of his words. The very obscenity of the man's voice was inwardly thrilling and exciting to her, something she would have never admitted earlier. She wanted to fight against him, but somehow she innately knew that any struggles on her part would be foolish.
"Spread those white thighs of yours wide apart, honey," he ordered.
Inwardly quaking, partly with fright, but basically with what she now knew to be a definite anticipation, the stunningly beautiful movie queen, spread her thighs that much more widely. Drew hauled himself over her, stiffening his right arm to support his weight for the moment as he hovered above her. He moved his left hand beween his thighs, and he got a good grip on his cock, his fingers tightly clutching it as he guided it forward, using the thick head to part the fleshy lips of her cunt. "Cut!" the director yelled.
Drew froze in that position, and Jill gasped as she felt rather than saw a woman come over and apply a solution to her vagina.
"What's that?" she gasped.
"Alum," the woman told her. "It'll make you even tighter than you are. It has to look like he's really having a hard time getting into you."
The woman disappeared and the director yelled, "Action!"
Jill turned her head to the side, clamping her eyes tightly shut as she felt his head rubbing against the ultra-sensitive, ragged edges of her pussy. She held her breath, seemingly forever, lying perfectly still in subjugation, knowing there was no way to escape this. The world was going to get a close up of her cunt being penetrated by a cock, though only the people in Europe and private film collectors would actually see it. The people in the U.S. might assume that it was simulated sex.
The alum had tightened her interior, narrowing her opening, and the instant the thick cock began pushing its head against her cunt, she realized she had lost some elasticity.
"Hhhungg...." she gasped, feeling the initial harsh pressure as the man shoved the blunted head against her tight, elastic vaginal opening.
"Heeere we go," Drew gasped, and then he pushed all over again.
"Hhhuaunngghh ... yyyyaaaa nngggg hhhhaarrrr gghh!" she gasped out loud as the heavy, blood swollen point finally slipped through the opening of her narrowed vulva, stretching the tight, rubberband-like hole until Jill actually felt as if her thighs were being ripped wide apart because of the relentless outward pressure.
"No more...." she screamed. "Oh Goduh ... don't ... I can't, uhh ... take it," she begged.
"Shut up ... and shove!" Drew insisted, and flexing his hips, he powered his cock a little deeper.
"Youuure ... hurrtingg meee ... she cried!"
She was screaming at the top of her voice, creating the impression Drew Karper was even longer and thicker than he was, as he kept on pushing his throbbing cock ever deeper into the constricted tightness of her cunt. Through her tears she looked up and saw the sadistic smile on his face as if he, and he alone, were responsible for the conquest of her body.
He was killing her! The worst part of was that he actually seemed to be enjoying what he was doing to her, the inflicting of pain. He was getting some kind of satistic thrill from watching her suffer because of the cruelty of his continual driving into her. It was a slow, steady penetration. The alum prevented a fast thrust. Her cunt was tense with pain the entire time.
The grin on Drew's face didn't last, however. In a short while, it began contracting and disappearing, and his eyes were suddenly alive with a wild expression of total licentiousness, as he suddenly found he was starting to lose control over himself. He wanted to push his cock into her with even more slowness, but her tightly contracting membranes were so arousing him, he was unable to keep himself controlled. He stared at the famous movie queen with her thighs spread so delightfully wide beneath him as the swollen tip of his pulsating penis continued slowly being gobbled up by the naked lips of her squeezing little vaginal tunnel.
He had to fuck her all the way, and now! He had to drive his throbbing cock all the way inside her to its full length, burying it in the deepest part of her.
Drew allowed himself to fall forward, his weight firmly slamming itself against the upthrust mounds of the white, fleshy brown-tipped breasts that stood so firmly. The man hurled his hips forward at the same time, and the full length of his throbbing cock slid into the narrow tightness of her vagina with the speed of a Concorde jet charging through the blue heavens. His plundering prod pushed the softly moist vaginal flesh of her womanly walls in a series of rippling waves before it. This time there was no stopping the pestle until, with a loud groan, his testicles smacked strongly against the upturned rounded cheeks of Jill's little ass. The lower camera got a perfect shot of the scrotum slapping like a clapper against the rounded swell of her buttocks.
"Uuungghh ... ahhhh ... aaaarrgghh...." Jill shrieked, the alum having tightened her so much her walls felt as if they were being forced apart. This was worse than when she had lost her virginity.
Lying beneath the strong body, she realized that whatever they had done to her, they had made her feel more crammed with cock than ever before, even though Erik's cock had been both longer and thicker. Because of the way it rasped against her inner membranes, she felt as if the organ had a million sharp cactus needles sticking out of it, and it, seemed to be ripping her tender vaginal flesh to pieces.
Drew was spearing into her cunt without mercy, apparently not caring whether or not he caused her any kind of injury. The heated length of his organ was buried in the deepest part of her belly, filling every particle of her interior. There wasn't the smallest ridge of flesh on his cock that she was unable to feel as the powerful penis continued widely stretching her artificially tightened, soft internal flesh. The penile rapier was solidly enclosed in a wet and juicy feminine scabbard. It seemingly cut into her as if trying to slice through her inner flesh. The point seemed to be spearing into the center of her belly.
Drew lay perfectly still on top of Jill as he blanketed her, his handsome face directly over her beautiful one. For the present, the actress lay totally immobile, too terrified to move in any way, frightened movement would cause her even more pain. Little by little, her mind became aware of the throbbing pulsations in the depths of her churning belly. The tightness of her cunt because of the alum, added to the thickness of Drew's cock, made her feel every little twitch. It jerked another half inch inside her as he flexed it within her.
"Ggghhannghh!" the young woman gagged out, now completely out of breath, her face contorting all the more as she felt overpowering pain.
"I told you I was gonna really stretch that tight pussy of yours, Mavis," Drew said, never once forgetting he was playing a role as well as fucking one of the most desirable actresses around. Then he smiled tormentingly and thrust his penis into her again.
"Hhhaa uunngghh ... no more ... no more ... can't take it," she groaned even more loudly this time, the cords in her neck standing out because of the pressure of her internal resistance.
"Come on, Mavis-baby, you gotta tell me you like it," he said to her. "This is really prime cock. You can't find better."
She refused to reply, turning her head away from him, gritting her teeth because of the anguish she felt.
"Damn you!" he roared, pulling his cock halfway back and slamming it into her again. "I asked you a question. Now tell me, d'you like the old cock, and, if so, how much?" The phallus seemingly swelled and enlarged to even greater thickness.
"Gghhhunngggghh hh ... aaaa aarrgggg gghhh-hh ... I like it, I like it!"
Her voice was the cry of someone in agony, pleading not to be hurt anymore. The pain had become too much and was unbearable because of the way the alum had shrunk her membranes.
"Fine," Drew snarled. "Now you do want me to fuck you, don't you?"
Yes," she whimpered.
"Yeah, I thought so," he nodded. "So I tell you what. Suppose you beg me to fuck you."
"Wh-what?" was all the anguished model was able to gasp out at that moment.
"I think I kinda made myself clear," Drew said to her. "All I want is to hear you start begging me to fuck you, honey. Now come on, be smart and beg."
"You must be out of your mind," Jill gasped, "I'll never, no oh! Never, never!" she insisted as she lay beneath him, heavily panting.
"Never say never," he said, "come on, baby, start begging and start right now. Lemmee know how much you want my cock to pump that sweet cunt of yours!" he said, and he flexed his staff as he drove it deep into the sodden depths of her quivering belly all over again.
"Oh Jesus H. Christ!" Jill screamed. "I can't do something like that! Have a heart!"
The tortured young actress fought with all her strength and inner courage to attempt escaping this final degradation. This, she knew, would be the ultimate surrender. If she did this, she would be telling them they had the right to do anything they wanted with her body, and she would agree to it. She would have no pride left. As it was, this might well be the ruination of her career. Now he was also trying to remove her self-respect, for even though the cameras were grinding and supposedly telling everyone she was acting a part, as far as Jill was concerned this was no act, but something factual. All the agony was there and the last shred of decency was gone. She didn't dare give this man and all the others around the pleasure of listening to her whimper and beg. She simply didn't dare.
The man's cock was driving itself deeper and deeper, swelling and flexing the entire time. All the while Drew continued digging his fingers into the roundness of Jill's shoulders knowing he had her and she was going to submit, eventually.
Off to the side, Absalom Kirsch, the director, had the sound man turn up the volume a little to pick up the final pleading gasps of Jill Allen.
"Hhhhanngh!" she choked.
"Come on, baby!" Drew insisted. "Beg me! Loud and clear, I wanna hear it!"
"Oh! I can't stand it!" the lovely brown haired star gasped, sobbing out loud, her resistance totally broken, particlly by pain and partially by the knowledge that her position was helpless. But added to it all was the ever-pressing need of her body, letting her know it wanted satisfaction and said satisfaction would not be forthcoming until she did as the man ordered.
"All right!" she gasped. "Do it to me, already!"
"Not like that, you bitch!" Drew insisted, staying in character. "You know the words I want to hear. Say them! Say every one of them. Stan uses them around the house all the time, so you know what to say. Don't hand me a line about their not being nice words. Words are words, except that they incite good solid fucking. So start saying the right things."
"All right, all right," Jill sobbed. "Fuck me, you bastard. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep."
"Where should I fuck you, Mavis?"
"In my hot, cockloving cunt!" Jill gasped. "Fuck my pussy with that long, fat prick of yours. Bury the meat into the deepest part of my snatch and fill me with your jism! Now fuck me!" she cried out, pleading, hoping he wouldn't make her say anything more.
She had hissed the words out between clamped teeth, her cheeks red with embarrassment as tears continued raining from her large, saucer-like eyes. She had actually spat the words at him, obscenely disgusting words she had never before publicly used! In private, she didn't mind cursing with the best of them. In public, hers had been the mouth of an angel.
Her total humiliation and complete degradation were final now. To her public, once this film was shown, she would never be the same again. She had allowed herself to lose control over her mind and body-over every part of herself, and as a result the image the public had of goody little Jill Allen would radically change. She mght just as well be dead, because once this film came out-and she was certain there were yet other scenes to be added-her best bet might be to join some sheik's harem. But before she left Hollywood, she would kill Carter Watson, her agent. He had turned her into a public whore. Like all the other actresses in this business, she had managed, for the most part, to conceal her private life from the public. Now it would all be on film. Being a whore wasn't the problem. But the image was her real problem. The dirtiest tramp in the world was pure, as long as the public thought as much. The cleanest prude in the world was a tramp if the public so believed. Now they would know Jill for the tramp she really was.
Damn Carter! Damn Erik Gordon! Damn Absalom Kirsch!
The bitter thoughts were burning into Jill's mind as she realized that in the world of Hollywood she was lost, completely, totally lost. Everything she had worked for over the past six years was being systematically taken away from her. There was no hope, whatsoever, of preventing this film from reaching the market.
She had nothing left in life save for the moment, the bulb-headed fleshy instrument now buried in the teeming depths of her seething vagina. Two, a vagina that didn't give a damn about its public image, caring only to be filled with what a man had to offer, anxious to swallow as much of it as possible.
Drew Karper sensed the final inner loss of the well-known actress's last remaining little bit of resistance. Her glazed eyes and her half open mouth told him she was his to do with as he pleased. It was as if he'd felt it seep out of her body through her mouth, leaving that mouth a mere hollow, and in order to compensate for that emptiness, he clamped his own mouth to hers and filled her oral cave with his tongue. Slowly he began rocking back and forth, his thighs moving between the soft loins of her own as his piston began sliding back and forth in the alum-tightened viscosity of her cunt. Little by little, the effect of the alum was already wearing off, and though her cunt was far from loose, Drew felt her walls widening the littlest bit, making it easier for him to slide his penis in and out as she groaned helplessly beneath him in time to each of his strokes. He knew it wouldn't be long before he turned this smooth, soft-bodied beautiful actress into a raw mass of flesh and blood as she begged for even more of what he had to offer. She would become a victim of her own helpless desire, which was what Erik Gordon wanted. Drew knew how sensual she was inside by the manner in which she had reacted to his fondling a little earlier.
Jesus! Imagine! Here he was, fucking Jill Allen, THE Jill Allen, who had never before permitted front views of her nakedness to be put on film. He had loved the way she had resisted him, convincing herself she would never mentally surrender herself to this monster, but Drew was aware of the fires burning in her, and he was an expert when it came to bringing them out. True, the drink she had been given had loosened her up a little, but by now she was acting strictly on her own feelings and not because of artificial stimulants.
This was a highly sexy female, and all he had to do was press the right buttons. One right button in every woman was the clitoral nodule, and he had tongued that into submission. He had licked it to the point where she had become totally submissive, and he knew if he brought her to the peak of satisfaction, when he suggested, at a later date, that they meet privately for fun with no cameras watching, she would be more than agreeable, no matter how much she might dislike him. Any man capable of making her come the way he intended doing, would rank high on her future fuck list. It would really be the crowning touch to be able to add Jill to his considerable collection of women. Hell! She was one famous cunt, and it never hurt to have a famous pussy with him. It would certainly enhance his career. He knew what she was thinking, about her being ruined because of this film. He also knew her thinking was outmoded. The new Hollywood stars were not the pure Greer Garsons and Roz Russells of old. Rather they were the Marilyn Chambers types, who began in porn movies, and then worked their way up to legit films. In this case the film was both porn and legit. It would be a bigger smash than "Dressed to Kill" and it would be made for a fraction of the cost. This really pleased Drew since he had agreed to do this acting bit for a salary plus a small percentage of the gross.
Jill's hot body was reacting out of her control now, of its own volition. Now that she believed she no longer had any reason to resist and fight the overpowering urges taking place inside her, she allowed the flames of desire to fitfully course through her veins. She had to admit to herself that she had lost the fight against the pruriently licentious feelings bubbling inside her body, and now the terrifying thought of her total surrender to this obscene strange man sent chilling thrills of arousal charging through her entire slender form. Her spine was a curved track of desire as she felt the slow rhythm of the man's driving penis continuing to slice delightfully through the wetness of her depths.
Her wriggling torso, still young and nubile, found itself uncontrollably writhing and churning, moving and squirming under the body of the muscular man on top of her. She moaned out loud, her gasps swallowed up by his hungrily kissing mouth as he continued sucking her sweet little tongue, enjoying the way she now crammed it with uncontrolled abandon into the depths of his own narrow gullet. Yes, she wanted him!.
Low hums of servile passion and murmuring acceptance came in powerful torrents from the depths of her chest, her face wildly contorted with passion, mouth working, neck straining, her wide nostrils madly dilated, a light film of perspiration breaking out on her troubled forehead under the totally disheveled mat of her soft brown hair.
Drew allowed his long, strong hands to slide down the sides of her soft body, moving them beneath the sweetly delicious and moonshaped globes of her white buttocks. He grasped one harshly in each of his hands, digging his fingers into them. His mind recalled with a certain lust-inciting clarity the manner in which her pale and slender form had been hidden beneath the ridiculous house dress she had been given to wear by wardrobe. Like the man he was playing he had the urge to abuse the bodies of beautiful women who supposedly hid their 'lights under bushels,' or in this case, their nakedness under frumpy dresses. But now the possession had become an actual reality, and the best part of it all was still the fact that it wasn't a helpless housewife he was fucking, but the lovely Jill Allen. This realization, this knowledge that she was now his to do with as he pleased before the cameras, drove him to a greater frenzy than ever.
Now totally aroused and no longer able to feel sorry for herself, not caring what happened anymore, Jill was flexing her asscheeks, tightening and loosening the muscles again and again, feeling the softness of her gluteal flesh ooze between the squeezing fingers of the man fucking her as he pressed his hands tightly into them. He furiously tugged her lithe body all the more firmly against himself, slamming his loins into hers, feeling her tug her thighs back the littlest bit more, the soddenly wet swamp that was her anxious cunt was now flowering as wide as it was able. It was now able to receive the powerfully thrusting length of his solidly pulsating masculine organ. He felt it seemingly sink deeper and deeper into the succulence of her trembling hollow.
The pain had slowly but surely subsided, fading into total oblivion, and Jill felt her legs on either side of the man's shish-kebabing length of solidly driving flesh jerk and quiver, kicking in wantonly uncontrolled and helpless abandon. Her eyes were camped tightly shut, but her tongue spoke volumes without a word being said as she stabbed it into his mouth. Her saliva came running down his gullet as small whimpering sounds of total satiny pleasure came rumbling from the depths of her throat. The cords in her neck and thighs stood out very clearly. They were more tense than they had ever been as she continued to squirm under the powerful form crushing her. There was an overwhelming sensation of wonder filling her body and her mind dwelt on nothing other than the wonderfully delicious thrill of remaining beneath this man who had started out fucking her against her will. Now she was willing, more than willing, anxious to return to him the full measure of wonderful wanton delight he was building in her shuddering body.
Drew found himself starting to pant as he worked his cock in and out of her steamy channel. He moved suddenly into longer more vibrant strokings, bringing his penis all the way out of her cunt save for the head, feeling the reluctance of her vagina to release his engine, then once again thrusting his cock forward with all his strength as his balls bounced against her eagerly upturned asscheeks, hitting her buttocks like a pair of wrecking balls intent on breaking through her flesh. The wrinkled sac whacked continually against the brown star of her anus.
Drew grinned his evil grin again at the thought of enhancing the feelings to an even greater degree for the actress he was fucking. He slid his hands over the velvety smoothness of her whitely rounded buttocks, seeking out, finally finding the tiny pucker of her anus cradled below, so helpless against the attack he now had in mind. It was warm and the sphinctral resistance felt so delightful as it moved with the rotation of her rounded asscheeks pushing against his loins.
He used his outstretched forefinger and began to very slowly push the tip of it into the narrow rubbery opening. When the resistance remained firm, he thrust suddenly and quickly, feeling the elastic ring of her anus instantly yield to his driving attack.
"Hhhhaoongghh!" she gasped out loud, the vibrant sound tumbling from her lips in agonized protest as she became aware that another of her orifices was being invaded.
"Aawwannhhaannh!" she loudly groaned, her voice clearly picked up by he overhead microphone, her voice strained, because of this further outrage being perpetrated on her rectum. But there was no respite.
He worked his finger around and around inside, continually stretching the softness ever wider as he continued grinding the finger further into her tender rectal depths. He widened her rear tunnel to the point where he was able to slip a second finger into her anus, feeling the tight resistance of her sphincter give way. Both fingers moved into her rectum as deeply as possible.
The guttural noises coming from Jill's rasping chest slowed into whimpers of pain as once again she was being hurt. Then the pain slowly subsided, little by little being replaced by even louder moans of ever-intensifying pleasure as her rectum slowly but surely became accustomed to the strange and unnatural invasion.
Drew smiled, triumphnatly into her wetly sucking mouth as he became aware of the way she slowly began grinding her rounded buttocks back onto the probing length of his impaling fingers. He continued to push them more deeply into her, digging methodically, working his fingers around and around, sinking them even further into the warm depths. The moaning young actress was skewered between the driving length of the cock in the depths of her squeezing vagina and the two fingers shoved to their full length in the tunnel of her anus. Now, she began twisting and moaning in complete abandon under this dual ravishment of her loins.
He slid his other hand slowly up and around, moving it from her bouncy buttocks to the soft front of her body where his thrusting penis was continually driving itself in and out of her wetly sucking little vagina, feeling the soft, curlicued little folds of her tender labia tightly clinging to the thickness of his rampaging erection. Drew had to admit she had one fantastic pussy. He hadn't fucked one this tight in more years than he cared to remember.
He continued fondling and playing with the contracting tautness of her sucking labia, feeling the way her pussy had his cock trapped. All the while he kept moving the stiff pole in and out, though never able to pull it far enough back to yank it out because of the way her vulva clamped to his corona on each backstroke. The movement made the girl moan repeatedly, the mewling sounds seeming to ooze from between her pursed lips. At the same time, he was aware of her ever-widening tunnel still clinging to the powering length of his cock, greedy to suck on all his penis all the time. If he'd had more, he would have gladly given it to her.
He speeded up the stabbing of his cock into her, slamming the organ deftly inside her heatedly pulsating depths as her ripely delectable young body continued to thrash helplessly beneath him, straining for its own satisfaction. By now she was ready to attain her summit, and Drew knew it, able to feel it in the way her thighs tightened as they clamped firmly around his moving body while her asscheeks jerked up and down. He tore his fingers from the narrow depths of her warm rectum, the removal sounding as if he had pulled a cork from a champagne bottle. Pressing his hands on her knees, he once again raised them and pushed them back, again exposing the tininess of her cunt and the way it had been forced to oval open in order to contain the thickness of his cock. She was even more exposed to him now than she had been the first time he had pushed her legs back. His pile-driving cock brutally thrust its way in and out of her sucking tightness as he slammed himself into her over and over again.
"Unh, unh, unh!" she loudly chanted beneath the man who was fucking her, her face lined and changed into a totally unrecognizable mask of wildly abandoned passion.
He, in turn, grunted and groaned, increasing the driving power of his madly thrusting strokes, shoving his prick hard and deep inside her so his phallus burrowed so far into the hidden recesses of her vagina, sinking itself to the farthest depths. Her swollenly ripened breasts began bouncing as they thrust back against the constantly driving pressures of his hard, hairless chest. The elongated nipples dug into the man like little pebbles.
It was a screech of total disbelief since Jill, for all the wanton feeling inside her, had been certain she would be at least able to keep her mouth closed while climaxing in front of the cameras. But this strange man on top of her had her blasting off like a rocketship.
Now it was Drew's turn. Aware she had climaxed, he slammed his cock more furiously into the narrowness of her cunt, and then his own sperm was shooting into her as he bellowed, "Ohhh ... yeeahh ... you're ... aaaannnhh hh ... great!"
Their juices intermingled as he sprawled on top of her, letting his sperm splash ever deeper inside her.
Even then, he had the presence to remember he was acting, and he panted, "Bet Stan was never this good, huh, Mavis?"
CHAPTER FIVE
The orgasm had drained everything out of her. Jill was unable to move. When the director announced it was time for lunch, all the others hurried off the set, the novelty of her naked body having worn off the crew. The wardrobe mistress came and helped her to the nearby bathroom where she washed and then finally dressed in the clothes she had come in, a tan skirt and a matching blouse.
The commissary was in an adjoining building, and Jill was surprised to see how many actors, set hands, lighting men and sound men were actually employed by Erik Gordon. Even the waitresses there were part time actresses, and Jill recognized one of them as having starred in at least three hard core movies. Apparently most hard core movies hardly paid their actors a living salary.
"Ah, Miss Allen," Erik Gordon said coming over and sitting at her table. "I hear your first scene went extremely well. There'll be no need for any re-takes. Any close-ups requiring photos of the lower body will be taken with a female double, if that's all right with you."
"Fine," Jill shrugged, knowing it really didn't matter at this point. She had been trapped into a contract with this man, and there was no way out save to finish the picture.
"I think you should be more enthusiastic," Erik insisted. "So I'm going to sweeten the pot for you a little."
"What do you mean?" Jill asked, eyeing him suspiciously, knowing she would be foolish to trust him.
"I mean, I think you and I together can make a good team, Miss Allen So I'm going to make you this offer. Instead of your present contract, I'll draw up a new one, giving you ten percent of the gross of this particular movie. That might come to ten million dollars."
"Why the generosity?" Jill asked, knowing better than to trust the man.
"I use other actresses once or twice. Then I don't want them."
"I know," Jill nodded. "They disappear. What do you do, sell them to some South African tribesman or something?"
"Don't be crude," he laughed. "All the women who have ever worked for me are alive and well. Not only that, but they're either working elsewhere, married, or they're financially independent."
"Sure," Jill nodded.
"Quite true," he assured her. "As a matter-of-fact, two of the more famous of my leading ladies have come to work as studio executives. They prefer wielding some of the power and making certain handsome men like Drew Karper cowtow to their wants and needs rather than bowing down to anything a man might want. However I want you working for me on a permanent basis. You see, I intend making you the biggsst star since Mae West. You'll be the first legitimate actress to perform sex on the screen, but the public won't turn their back on you for it. They'll love you for it, and they'll want more. However, I have no intention of forcing you into anything other than the completion of this one movie."
When the waitress came, Jill ordered. After she had gone, Erik asked, "What would you want to stay on and work strictly with this studio?"
"You have to be kidding," Jill snorted. "Once I'm finished with this movie, I'll never do anything like this again."
"You will," he nodded. "You'll do it of your own free will. You see, once you see how popular you've become because of this movie, you'll find the only movie people will come to see you in will be this kind of film. So you'll either work for me or someone else in this line. But I sincerely believe you'll return to me, because whatever anyone else offers, I'll offer more. Not only that, but I'll be the only one not to take complete advantage of you. You see, I don't want you worn out early in life. I think you have twenty years of good movie making in you, at the very least."
"Fat chance," Jill shrugged. "I'll do whatever I'm supposed to do in this movie, but once I'm finished, I'm through with hard core."
"Hard core is becoming the fashion," Erik shrugged. "Soon everyone except Disney will be involved in it."
"Maybe, but after the public gets a good look at me in this movie of yours, they're going to have to settle for seeing me the old way."
"Suit yourself," Erik nodded. "But I'll be fair. I'll give you two weeks after you finish making the movie to change your mind."
"If I don't?" she asked.
"Oh you will," he assured her. "But if you don't within the two week period, when you come back, it will be on my terms. Either that, or you'll work for other studios doing the same thing, and they won't be nearly as generous."
"And if I do come back in the two week period?"
"Whatever you want," he said simply.
"Anything?"
"Anything at all."
"Well," she gasped, "that's quite an offer."
"You're quite an actress," he told her. "I think you'll make more money than any of the others ever did. Then their food came, and they fell to eating.
CHAPTER SIX
An hour after lunch, she was back on the set again. Absalom Kirsch, the director, said to her, "We're going to do all the sex scenes possible today and tomorrow. Then we'll fill in the meat of the movie during the next five weeks."
"Come on," Jill muttered. "It was bad enough to be humiliated as you did this morning, but I don't have the strength to get through another sex scene this afternoon."
"It's up to you," Kirsch nodded. "But the longer it takes, the longer we'll have to work on the movie, and the longer you live with Erik in that mansion of his."
"I can think of worse places to live," she snapped. "Let's do some of the sex less scenes for a change, huh."
"Fine," Kirsch nodded.
He turned to the others and told them he would be shooting some of the other scenes, and that the seduction scene would take place the following day.
What followed was a long series of takes and retakes since Drew, who was in the next scene with her, wasn't the world's best actor. It all boiled down to a scene between herself and him, sitting on the bed where he had fucked her, talking about how her husband was totally unresponsive. He began telling her that it was necessary for her to make the initial moves and teach him how to be responsive.
"Sometimes," he said, "you have to use external stimuli," and he proceeded to explain to her in graphic detail what she had to do.
"Cut!" Kirsch called out. "All right, let's do the scene again."
Jill smiled when she saw Drew scowl. When it came to the acting part, he didn't like working.
That evening she went home with Erik in his car, and he told her, "You're an extremely accomplished actress in so many ways, Jill. I'm surprised that you're so stilted in the sex scenes. Of course you were supposed to be that way in the first scene, because you were playing a woman who knew nothing about the good things in sex. But tomorrow, the seduction scene calls for you to take the lead. You're gonna have to act as if you like it."
"I'll manage," Jill shrugged.
"I think you oughtta get in a little rehearsal," he insisted.
"My contract states that as long as I live with you, I have to do whatever you want," she shrugged again.
"Don't be so blase about it, Jill," he snapped. "I know you have no feelings for me as a person, other than possible hate at the moment."
"Yet you still want to lay me?" she asked.
"There's something about you that really gets to me," he admitted."I'm hoping it'll wear off after a while, but only time will tell."
"In what way?" she asked.
"The fact that Ive fucked you only makes me want you more. Seeing you fucked by another man makes me want you that much more, too."
"Well, as long as the picture is going to be filmed, I have no choice but to let you have me."
"At least you're sensible," he nodded. "I've read the script. I know what the seduction scene is all about. I have the hard core pages in my study at the house. After dinner, you can read them, and then we can rehearse."
"You're the boss," she admitted, wondering why she didn't hate him quite as much for making such a slave of her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Dinner was pheasant under glass and a glace cake with tea for dessert. Afterward, Jill was ushered into Erik's study. He told her, "I'll be up in the bedroom waiting."
She nodded, strolled behind his desk, picked up the pages of the script on top, sat in the large chair, and began reading. She found the scene childish, amusing, and yet arousing. It would work. It was obvious just why Erik wanted to try it out with her.
Afterward, she went to the large kitchen, found the tea still warm, poured a cup of it, then took a can of aerosol whipped cream from the refrigerator, and hurried up to Erik's bedroom. She kept telling herself the entire time she was doing this becauuse she was being forced, but deep down she knew she was excited at the prospect. Erik was a middle-aged fat, and balding with gray hair. But Erik had a cock like none she had ever seen. Not even Drew, the stud, had one to match Erik's. With Erik she would never need alum to make herself tight.
Erik had his jacket off, and he was sitting in an armless chair in his room, a chair with blue velvet covering the seat to match everything else in the room.
"Ah, I see you're ready," he smiled, about to get up.
"Stay there," she insisted. "I know you don't remember the script word for word, but this is supposed to be a rehearsal of one of the sex scenes, so let's do it right, shall we. I'm the one seducing you, correct? So just sit there."
According to the scene, the man she was supposed to be doing this with was her husband, who had always been lousy in the sack before. Erik fell into character immediately, and if he didn't know the exact words, what he did know was close enough.
"What's on your mind, Mavis?" he asked, using her screen name.
"Same as yours, Stan," she said, calling him by the name she was supposed to use with the man playing her husband.
"Suddenly you dig golf?" he asked.
"Not really, but I think you know what I mean. I'm not one for using a lot of big words, Stan. I want something, and when I want it, I come right out and say it."
"I don't get it," he shrugged.
"To be blunt, I married you because I loved you. I still love you, but we've been having a rough go of it. I think we should straighten things out between us."
She made herself plain by putting down what was in her hand on the nearby dresser and then stroking his thigh. No doubt about it, there was something really special about this woman. When her hand ran up his forearm, little hairs stood on end.
"We've been doing lousy in bed, Mavis. I sure hope you know what it is you're doing."
"I know," she nodded.
"You keep this up and I won't be able to stay under control."
"That's the idea," she insisted. "But this time we're going to do things my way instead of the hurry-up way you do things."
Jill realized she was becoming excited. She was once again going to behold the man's mighty cock, and it suddenly came to her that even if she hated the man, himself, she had fallen in love with his cock.
She fell to her knees in front of the chair, her knees feeling the softness of the carpeting under her. She pushed his legs apart, then ran her hands up inside his pants legs. She rubbed his calves, and then his ankles. After that she slid her hands out and kneaded his inner thighs through his pants, doing all this naturally, as if she had never had to read the script.
Erik was starting to feel aroused. This was the first time Jill was the aggressive one, and he had to admit, he liked her just as much this way as he did when he'd forced her to do what he had wanted. Being as naive as he was supposed to be, his character in the movie would never have expected sexual hunger from a wife who had previously shown dislike for everything he had done. He had to strain to remember he was playing such a character, or at least rehearsing such a part, ostensibly to keep Jill able to learn her own part. He knew that as good as her mouth was going to feel, he would be just as aroused when he watched her suck the other actor's cock.
"Damn it honey," he told her. "You're asking for trouble."
"Not quite right," Jill smiled. "I am asking, but not for trouble. What I am asking for, you're the only one capable of giving."
"You sure?" he wanted to know.
"I'm sure," Jill nodded, realizing she was no longer playing a part. Oh, she would go through all this tomorrow in the studio, but at the moment she wanted to do this with Erik.
"Well," he said, taking a deep breath. "Suppose you go ahead and prove it, honey."
"I think I'm going to do precisely that," she agreed, smiling up at him.
Without any hesitation whatsoever, she opened his large belt buckle and then unsnapped his waistband. Her movements were purposely slow to tantalize him. She stared intently at the lower half of his somewhat ponderous body and then slowly tugged down his zipper. She made him lift his behind off the seat, and then she tugged down both his pants and underpants, keeping them around his ankles for the moment.
Her two hands reached out very carefully, her extended thumbs lightly rubbing his sac-coated testicles, while she gently ran her other eight fingers over his penile projection. She lightly massaged the long, thick staff, but was careful not to touch the glans. Then her pressuring thumbs left his scrotum and began caressing the underside of his cock, moving along the full length of the urethra from bottom to top as she rubbed the webbing where his glans met the rest of his staff. Then she started rubbing the silken-fleshed baton between her palms, the way a boy scout would roll a stick of wood back and forth when trying to start a fire, only she massaged the cock much more slowly. Her mouth moved a little closer to the prick until he felt her heated breath blowing all over the length of the phallic spear.
Erik smiled to himself. She was learning well. Not only that, but he had been right about her innate sexuality. She was far sexier than even he had initially supposed. Yes, he had made a good deal when he had signed Jill up, and he had the feeling she would eventually realize it was a good deal for her, as it was for him, and she would come to terms with him. She was lovely! He had always used women before, no matter how beautiful they were, and when he had tired of them, he had either gotten them jobs elsewhere, or he had paid them off and had seen the last of them. But this one, this one would be difficult to forget. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he didn't want to try and forget her. He wanted her.
Staring at the way her mouth was hovering over his throbbing cock, he knew this time she was going to willingly suck it.
Go to it, Jill-baby! he thought.
His cock jumped as if echoing the sentiments of his mind. It too, seemed to know what was about to take place, and the little eye secreted a drop of lubricant as if to make the penile head a little slipperier for her and a little easier.
She breathed more heavily on the phallic head, letting the warm air from her nostrils all over the throbbing organ, then she pursed her pretty, full lips and blew cool air all over the tip. All of a sudden, her tongue leaped from her mouth, moving like a slithering mamba snake, and the very tip of it managed to capture that moist droplet seeping from the eye in his penile head. The action brought an involuntary moan from Eric.
Her wet and ready lips now formed a perfect "O" and then moved forward, taking the pulsating penile point into the dark wetness of her hot mouth. Her tongue, having known this cock before, caressed it, welcoming it back as if flicked at the tiny eye-like orifice while her soft lips continued to toy with the coronal ridge that flared out like the hood on the head of a cobra. She sucked it repeatedly, making the man moan.
Erik stared down, unable to believe how accomplished she had become in only twenty four hours. He watched her lovely, light brown hair move in waves, shimmering in the light of the room as her face moved lower, and then began bobbing up and down. On each downward movement of her mouth, another inch of his shaft was tantalizingly gobbled up into her mouth until half the length of his penis had been taken in.
Her hands didn't remain idle. They were working around his feet. First they tugged off his shoes and then, they pulled off his pants, and then his underpants. She tossed them off to the side, her mouth still busily working on his phallic length.
One of her delicate hands slid between his wide open thighs and proceeded to caress and squeeze the weightiness of his duffel-bag sized testicles. As she sucked more of the cock into her mouth, her cheeks began bloating and hollowing. She pushed more of the throbbing organ into her narrow oral orifice. The man's testicles were churning as he felt her lips continually compress around his thickness, and he knew if he kept feeling this way, he would soon unload every drop down her throat.
Jill, sensing how close he was to climaxing, looked up at him and decided she didn't want him coming yet. She took her mouth from his penis and said, "I'm going to make this a lot of fun for both of us."
Erik realized she was returning to the script, and he made a half-hearted effort to go along, as she reached out for the cup of hot tea sitting on the dresser.
"What are you doing with this?" he asked, as the character in the movie was supposed to do.
"You," she told him, "have a lot to learn about sex. Since I'm the one to teach you, and the best way is to show you how good it can feel I'm going to give you the blowjob to end all blowjobs. Then maybe you'll understand that I need to feel things too."
"I don't understand," he said, continuing to act everything out.
"The feeling you're about to receive, will not only carry you to paradise, but will do it by local instead of express. Getting there is going to be a long, tantalizing process."
She took a sip of the tea and put the cup back on the dresser. She was still on her knees, so all she had to do was turn her head and place it between his thighs, but she hunkered down so that her head was lower than his penis. She reached around his hips and tugged him forward, pressing the tip of his organ between her lips so that it was moving downward into her mouth.
Erik marveled at how quickly she had accepted all this. He knew she had never been overly moral, but it wasn't the immorality she was accepting. Rather it was the humbling. For by humbling herself willingly she was no longer being humiliated, but rather was almost in the dominating position. He gasped as he suddenly discovered a new, warm watery universe suddenly surrounding the throbbing length of his extended penis. It was as if his organ was actually swimming in Jill's tantalizing mouth. He found himself going insane, totally out of his mind, and he began humping his buttocks back and forth very rapidly, feeling the swirls of tea wrap themselves around his phallic length repeatedly as rushes of water inundated the cock.
God! His cock felt as if it were drowning in rapture as the warm tea flooded into his little penile opening and sent rushes of satisfying heat through his inner channel. She was right, and not just because the script said as much. As far as he was concerned, this was defintely the blowjob that topped them all. He felt the thrills continue charging through his hard cock, and just when he felt he was on the verge of a climax, she swallowed the tea.
"Enjoy, darling?" she asked, pulling her lips from his cock, and Jill knew the word darling was meant for Erik, and not the character in the script.
"Honey, you'd better believe it," the fat producer told her.
"Well, how about you doing a little something for me now?" she asked. "You know, they say it's more blessed to give than to receive, and I want you to be blessed."
"I don't know," Erik shrugged, once more falling into character though the truth was, he had never gone down on a woman in his life. "I've never done anything like this before."
"You mean you've never known any woman before meeting me, whom you liked enough to want to do something like this with?" Jill asked, looking him straight in the eye.
"Never!" Erik replied.
She knew it as Erik talking, and not the character in the movie. It was time for her to get some small revenge, and this would be the way. To have this great man humbling himself and lapping at her pussy would be just the right thing.
"Will you do it for me?" she asked.
"I'll try," he nodded.
The look in his eyes told Jill he intended doing just that. She would have some revenge, after all. The great man, the one with all the money, the one who had never gone down on a woman, but had made her feel ashamed to have her own pussy eaten in front of camera, was going to humble himself in front of her and suck her cunt.
"It's nice up here," she said, as he rose from his chair.
"It's nice anywhere," the man quipped.
"Mmm," she nodded, pressing her breasts against his arm, seeing the desire for her intensify in his eyes. "Why don't you undress me, darling. It's more fun that way."
"Will do, will do," he hastily assured her.
"Hurry," she insisted. "I want to know what it feels like to have the lips of a man who's tormented me sexually kissing my pussy. Belive me, darling, you're going to love it as much as I've loved sucking your delicious cock." She thrust her pelvis toward him as if to emphasize her words.
His hands were tenderly gentle, caressing her for the first time with care as he began to slowly remove her dress. Once he had it off, he slipped off her brassiere, revealing the roundness of her breasts. He stopped to fondle the orbs for a moment, feeling her nipples grow from flat brown pennies to full-blooded little capsules that ached for the touch of his tongue.
"Kiss them!" she ordered imperiously.
He looked at her with that "watch who you're ordering" look, then lowered his mouth to them and kissed them, letting his lingual organ circle each nipple, wetting it thoroughly and sucking on it.
He peeled off her half slip and pantyhose next, saving her pink panties for last.
As she stared at the heavy man, it occurred to Jill that he was a superior lover, for what he had done, than Drew Karper. She, like so many other women, had always been put off by a man's looks. Now she was learning that looks meant next-to-nothing when it came to sex. Granted this man was overendowed, but she had the feeling that even if he had been under-endowed, he would still know how to put what he had to better use than most men.
He reached for her and brought her close to him, kissing her soft mouth firmly, tenderly, lancing his tongue between her lips and then sucking on her tongue, inhaling the fresh sweetness of her flesh, for when she had come home after the movie, she had taken a long hot bath. He was taking his time, enjoying himself with her as he hadn't done the previous night. Slowly, almost ponderously, the man began sinking to his knees in front of her, kissing his way down her lovely torso, letting his lips run over the tenderness of her delightful belly, thrilling to the taste of her as well as the aroma of her nakedness.
Her body was a total pleasure, soft, tender, hairless save for the sparse sprinkling on her groin making her columnar white thighs look that much more wanton. She was a healthy pink-white all over, and the only visible marks were the light red lines caused by the elastic from her panties and the constriction of her brassiere.
Now that he was on his knees, Jill had no trouble lifting one foot and draping it over his shoulder, exposing the ragged-looking edges of her coral cuntlips beneath the peppery sprinkle of pubic hair.
Though Erik literally had seen thousands of cunts, he had never seen one this close up before, at least not off screen. He had to admit he loved looking at this one. What made it better than a movie was the fact that he was able to inhale her delightful fragrances, letting the aroma of her juices fill his nostrils.
Reaching out, he flatly covered her entire vagina with the palm of one hand, applying a gentle, loving pressure aware of her lubricant soaking his fingers. He shuddered and rubbed it right back into the soft tenderness of her pouting split-purse. At the same time, his other hand moved around and applied pressure to her asscheeks, massaging the delightful foam-rubber flesh, feeling the way the cheeks seemingly yielded only to return to their original shape.
Rising to his feet, he slipped his arms under hers and sat her down on the chair where he had been sitting, earlier.
"No!" Jill told him. "Not here, not on the chair. If you spray the whipped cream into my cunt here, you'll ruin the chair."
"You're right," he nodded, and lifting her under her armpits, he put her ass down on the marble top of his large dresser She leaned back against the mirror, feeling the silvered glass cool against her flesh.
"Then he grabbed the whipped cream and said, "The perfect dessert: hair pie topped with whipped cream."
Jill laughed out loud, leaning back and letting her shoulders take her weight for the moment. She spread her thighs and looked at him, also looking at the multitude of reflections caused by the mirror of the dressing table directly opposite that of the dresser against which she was leaning. There were countless Jills and Eriks and every one of the Jills was about to have her cunt gobbled by an Erik.
Erik was at a loss to understand why he was so entranced by this particular woman. Granted she was beautiful, but so were many of the other women he had known. She was also more than of average intelligence, but he had known women even smarter. Perhaps that was it. She as smart, but not too smart. She didn't make him feel inferior, but by the same token, she wasn't a dummy either. He hated a woman to whom he was unable to talk.
When he was young, before he had earned his money and had gone in for movie producing, he often used to dream about the perfect woaman. He had no idea what she would look like, but he knew she would be beautiful, and she would be smart. He didn't want one too beautiful, though he had to admit Jill was exceptionally stunning. Nor did he want one that was so smart she'd make him feel dumb. In that respect, Jill was perfect. She made him feel comfortable. Most important of all, she had to be turned on by the sight of him. This was something one of the other women had felt. Just why he believed Jill to be aroused by his nakedness was something for wich he was at a loss to explain, but he knew she was so aroused by the sight of him, and he was even more aroused knowing his weight didn't turn her off. It was the fact that other women were turned off by his being overweight, that had made him determined to dominate every one of them. This was why he had been overjoyed to get his hands on Jill, initially thinking of her as just another beauty queen who would object to being fucked by a fat man. But now, he saw something in her that he had never seen in any of the other women. He saw that she was actually in love with a part of him. She obviously was so fascinated by it, she didn't even think about his weight. He had fallen into his own trap. He was also in love.
Erik tugged the slender woman to the edge of the dresser and insisted she pull her heels back to her buttocks with her knees wide apart, keeping her coral cunt completely exposed. He stared at the tantalizing way her vaginal lips twitched and seemingly winked at him, noting the colorless lubrication seep from her lips like saliva, creating the impression her cunt was drooling. Oils ran down her buttocks.
Shaking the can of whipped cream, he hungrily stared at her entire naked body one more time. Even with her knees upraised and hiding the small swells of her delightful breasts, she was the most enticing female he had ever known. When he had told her he would give her anything to remain, he had meant justthat-anything. Her nipples and aerolae were completely hidden by her pressing knees, but he knew what they looked like and tasted like, and he hungered to taste that part of her, he had yet to savor.
Licking his lips, he reached out and let his fingers run over the delightful warmth of her sweet flesh, noting she was quivering too. Goosebumps were something no one faked, and she was covered with them at the moment. It was obvious she was as aroused by him as he was by her. He rubbed the inner hollows of her tantalizing thighs without actually touching the rich shell of her cunt. That cunt was now reserved for his mouth.
"Lie down flat," he ordered. "But I want you to keep your knees raised and your heels pressing against those sweet asscheeks of yours.
She obeyed, lying back on the cold marble when he put a pillow under her head. She looked up at him, wanting to hate him, trying to remember how he had degraded her, with his own cock and with the movie cameras. But somehow, she found it impossible to dislike him any longer. The warmth she felt for this man was something she had never felt for any other man.
He shook the can of whipped cream, then held it upside down and made a tiny cone of mounded froth around her left nipple, after which he ringed her right nipple, as well. Jill shivered from the cold, yet felt a strange delight at the pressure of the creamy foam on her body. Each areola was completely covered, though both were so small as to be almost non-existent. He had coated the rest of her breasts, as well, leaving only the peeping nipples visible. She shivered outwardly, but her shudders were more from the thrill of all this than it was from the coldness of the whipped cream. "Enjoy?" he asked.
"Believe it, lover. That's why I brought the whipped cream in the first place."
Though it was a line in the script, Erik somehow had the feeling she had meant it personally, and not as the character she was portraying in the movie. God! How ridiculous to be in love!
Shaking his head to clear it of cobwebbed thoughts, he pointed the can at her tantalizing groin. He pressed the top and the squiggly, white cream came foaming out. He started at the top of the sparse, curly pelvic hairs, spraying from side to side, making certain her entire pelvic mound above her pussy was covered. Gradually he moved the whipped cream toward her tantalizing vaginal lips.
Jill pressed the flat bottoms of her feet into the marble top of the dresser and lifted her buttocks, allowing him to coat her entire coral division, from the throbbing sentinel of her clitoris all the way down to her perineum, squealing when he squirted some whipped cream at her anal opening, as well.
"Honey," he told her, stepping back and admiring her as she lowered her ass to the marble. "You know, you really do look good enough to eat."
Slowly, he approached her from the side, leaned over, and kissed her one more time on her mouth, realizing there was an unmistakable response to his kiss this time. He allowed his tongue to play with hers for a moment, and then let his mouth trail down her chin, her neck, and her throat, moving down to her left breast. He licked the cream from around her small areola as well as that which covered her white flesh. He pulled it into his mouth with the tip of his tongue a little at a time. Little by little, he played his flat tongue across her tempting nipple, and it looked like a tan pinky standing up as it did. Blood filling it, had turned it from its usual soft tan to a reddish tan. He licked very slowly, letting his tongue sweep the whipped cream from her entire breast before pulling the tantalizing nipple into his mouth and sucking powerfully. He sucked her tingling nipple for more than five minutes. Then he moved his mouth to the left nipple and proceeded to go to work on that, as well. First the cream, then the nipple, and finally he engulfed the entire breast. He filled his mouth with her soft flesh, biting on it, chewing it, sucking, enjoying the freshness of her.
After what seemed like heavenly forever to Jill, the man moved his face to where her rounded heels continued pressing into the swells of her buttocks. He moved his head into the delta between her thighs, inhaling the way her inner oils mingled with the whipped cream, creating an arousing scent that made his stiff cock even stiffer. Looking at her thighs, he decided it was almost impossible to tell where the whipped cream ended and the whiteness of her thighs began.
Sinking his head even lower, he began nibbling the inside of one delightful thigh. He began licking, moving his tongue teasingly nearer and nearer to her cream-covered cunt. The ooze slipping from her pussy was so strong, the scent nearly overpowered the man. It took all his strength not to faint from the sheer delegability of it all. Both his hands were cupping her rounded buttocks, squeezing them tightly. Jill gasped and trembled with lascivity, and then Erik's mouth was burrowing into her snowy pussy, licking the savory foam and lapping through the whiteness with his tongue, slurping loudly as his oral organ pressed against her wide-open cuntlips.
"Hhhh aaaaa uuuu nnnn hhhh ... ooooohhhhhh ... yessssssss...." Jill hissed. "Kiss my pussy ... loverr-rrrr ... lick off all the cream ... ohhhhhh ... hhh aaa nnnn hhhh ... lap ... lap ... morrrrrre ... don't stop ... never stop ... Eriiikkk ... love youuuuu ... morr-rrrrrre ... hh aaa nnn hhh ... oooohhh ... wonnnn-derrrrfulllllll ... aaaannnnhhhhh...."
Erik began lapping more and more quickly, his tongue quickly wiping away whatever whipped cream was left. Her rich, pink labia were wide open to his staring eyes.
Heatedly wet, lengthy kisses continued heavily covering her soft, hair-fringed labia. They were long, slurping kisses that made Jill wriggle with an inner excitement she had never previously felt, in spite of the wonderful highs she had previously hit. The flowered-open flaps of her burning cunt continued exuding a rich musky scent-the very essence of her inner being.
Jill felt wonderful. It was as if the man's tongue was washing away all the sins perpetrated on her body since she had first arrived here the previous day.
Her thighs began a slow, tantalizing rotation, slowly starting to pick up speed as the man continued hungrily licking, parting her delightful cuntlips even wider with his licking tongue, worming the lingual organ that much deeper inside her, plunging it farther into the steamy recesses of her bubbling vaginal pandiculation. She clutched two handfuls of his gray hair and pulled, yanking his eagerly hungry mouth deeper into the darkness of her sweet tunnel of love. Her long, slender thighs entwined themselves solidly around his neck as he lifted her lovely buttocks from the top of the dresser, to tongue even lower into her pink chasm.
"Uuuuu nnnn gggg hhhh...." Jill gasped. "Darling ... hhhh aaa nnnn hhh ... it's so good ... so very good ... you should ... aaa nnn hhhhhhh ... do this for a living instead of hiring otherrrrssss ... aaannnhhhh ... bite me down there ... oooooooohhhhhhhhwow-wwwwwwww ... bite me ... bite me ... bite meeee-eeee ... hhhhaaaannnnhhhhh ... let me feel your tee-eeeeth ... oooo hhhh ... wwww aaaa uuuu wwww aaaa...."
Erik wasn't certain he actually heard Jill correctly. Still, he wasn't the kind to ask questions. He was used to commanding a situation, and whether or not she told him to bite her, he intended doing just that. After all, he was supposedly still boss.
Supposedly! That was the key word. He wondered if Jill knew just how much control she really had over him, and if she did, would she abuse it?
He lathered his tongue and pushed it into the tautness of her squishy, vaginal depths all over again, then slid out as he moved his lips to the silken-furred, pouting purse divided by what looked like an inkline. God! She tasted so good! At the top of her inner labia her budding clitoris stood shiningly out, as if it were there to guard the entranceway to her simmering feminine tunnel. Erik brushed his lips against it, feeling her bounce, and then he rubbed the edges of his teeth against it.
Jill gasped and trembled uncontrollably, feeling unbelievable delight. He gently surrounded the pulsating vaginal guard with his teeth, biting the flesh around the head of her engorged clitoris without acutally gnawing on it. He delicately edged her clitoral stem with his upper dentures, and Jill began squealing her delight out loud.
He nibbled a little more strongly, and this time Jill gasped even more loudly as his thumbs rubbed up and down inside the softness of her vaginal labia while keeping them widely separated. The glistening pink pearl of her clitoris began visibly throbbing as cool air swished around it. With the tip of his tongue, Erik licked along the inside of her left inner labius, moving from top to bottom, then the lingual digit leaped across to her right labius and slid from bottom to top. Jill gasped and shuddered because of the continual way his flicking tongue tantalized, panting that much more loudly as the moments rushed by.
"Ohhhh hhhh ... hhhh aaaa nnnn hhhh ... yyyyes-sssss ... aaaa nnnn hhh ... keep doing that ... don't stop ... don't stop ... yessssss ... so good ... so good ... so good...." she muttered, and then her hands were pushing his head from her dripping vaginal interior as she straightened her legs out full length on the dresser top.
"Like?" he asked, realizing by now his talent at cunt lapping was as good as his cock was at fucking.
"Erik, you have a mouth that was designed to eat pussy," Jill insisted. "Now come on and fuck me, fuck me good. I want to feel the full length of your hot cock inside me."
Now Erik knew she was talking to him and not acting out a part. The script had called for the scene to end with the woman coming when her husband ate her. But Jill was telling him something over and above what was written in the script. She was talking directly to him, and not to an actor. She had stopped acting. What she was feeling was obviously real enough.
"I have a better idea," he told her. "Yesterday I fucked you. Today I want you to fuck me."
He pulled her off the tabletop of the dresser and walked over to the chair in which he had been sitting, earlier. It had a high back, strong legs, and no arms. He plumped himself down in it, sitting back, spreading his thighs wide, letting his penis spear upward at a forty-five degree angle as if beckoning to Jill.
Jill licked her lips. God! She wanted to feel that long, stiff, throbbing piker filling her once again. Her breasts and vagina shone with his saliva, making her glisten.
Christ! She had filled her mouth right to her tonsils with that cock, and now she was going to cram it into her cunt.
This would be a new experience for her. It was the first time she had taken the dominant position. Males always wanted to show their superiority by being the ones on top. She was going to like this.
I'll fill my cunt with that cock," she told him, "but I think it might be a good idea if you pushed the back of the chair against the wall, so that we don't accidentally tip over."
Erik agreed with her, and getting to his feet, he pulled the big chair against the one bedroom wall with no furniture against it. Jill was right behind him, pressing her breasts into his back, rubbing her lightly haired pelvis against his buttocks. When he turned around and once again sat in the chair, she fell to her knees for a moment, wanting to make certain his cock was well-lubed before splitting her up the middle. Besides, she had an urge to suck again.
Lowering her lips, forming them into a ribboned "O," she surrounded the shuddering cock; she was thrilled when Erik began siohing as she filled her mouth with his organ. Yesterday he had been so nasty about it, as if her sucking his cock was his due. Today, he was showing his appreciation, and this made her happy. It was as if yesterday had never existed, and she was starting all over again today.
"Just make it nice and wet and slippery, that's all," he told her.
"That's all I want to do," she assured him, rising, moving her face forward and nuzzling his cheek. Her slender thighs sat on his heavy legs, surrounding them as she gripped the back of his head with her two hands and brought his mouth down to her breast. He sucked on the orb until he felt his teeth would fall out. Heatedly aroused, he was unaware of what was going to happen, and he was taken aback when she reached down with one hand, solidly gripped his steel-hard, spit-shiny staff with her fingers and guided it directly into the tantalizing maw of her shuddering cunt. Tight but tender, her walls surrounded and gripped his stanchion as she gobbled him up, descending on the phallus like some angel of death ready to swallow up every living thing.
Erik reacted automatically, gripping the twin globes of her softly rounded asscheeks, holding them tightly, squeezing the gluteal flesh, making the beautiful movie star moan with joy. Her heels reached all the way down and hooked themselves around the back legs of the chair as she pressed her thighs all the more firmly around his. Her soft flesh rubbed against his paunchy body as she struggled to gain some kind of leverage. All the while, she continued sliding her body up and down on the throbbing length of Erik's delightful phallus.
Her nipples were the color of copper pennies, but still swollen like tiny bullets, and because her areolae were so small, her nipples contrasted all the more strongly with the whiteness of her breasts. She leaned more firmly into him so her nipples all, but cut into the flesh on his chest as his fists squeezed her buttocks all the more heartily, and began to automatically lift and lower her, raising and dropping her lovely body, moving her with tremendous power as if they were both part of a single machine. Her wetly slavering cunt continued contracting all the more firmly, clinging to the throbbing hardness of his heavy prick as the spear-like organ continued its rummaging through the pink core of her feminine oven. The soft walls clung very tightly, as if Jill feared this man might pull out of her at any moment and desert her. She didn't know why, but with him, for the first time in her life she actually felt secure.
She bounced uncontrollably up and down, slamming her buttocks into his lap, ramming her shudderingly aroused body ever harder against his. She leaned forward and planted burning kisses on the strained side of his neck and she pushed her small breast into his mouth, ramming it ever deeper each time he lowered his head to suck on it.
Panting, Erik leaned back in the chair for the moment, his rump sliding forward and balancing on the very edge of the seat. Now she seemed to be thrusting up and down almost vertically, ramming the full length of his ram-solid cock impossibly deeper into the boiling tautness of her suckingly soaking vagina. The glans banged into the rear wall of her cunt each time the cock sank into the steaming depths of her quivering vagina, making her deliriously gasp with pain.
"Ye-es ... ye-es ... ye-es...." she urged ... "ohh-hhhhhh ... deeper ... deeper ... don't stop my love ... deeper ... ohhhhhhh ... you're so wonderfully deep already ... and you feel so deliciously hard inside me ... it feels so good ... so good ... ohhhhhhhh ... aaaa nnnn hhhh ... yessssss ... oooooohhhhhh ... I love it, I love it ... I love it...."
Her delightfully rounded asscheeks slammed down all the harder against the wrinkled sac of his scrotum each time she sat in his lap. It was wonderful, it was filling, it was magnificent, but for Jill it still wasn't enough. She wanted more ... more ... more, and with her arms tightly gripping his head, she bent her face forward, putting her mouth to his ear, and said, "Remember the way my ass was fingered when I was being fucked today, Erik? You do that to me! Come on, Erik, do it!"
This was something Erik didn't often do, but far be it from him to deny Jill anything. Whatever she wanted, he would grant.
Moving his fingers between her tightly rounded asscheeks, he slid his index digit the littlest bit lower, allowing it to gather some of the slick, oily honey seeping from the depths of her tantalizing vagina. When he felt he had enough of the viscous flow on his fingertip, he began working the point carefully between the lush cheeks of her ass, aware of the way they trembled with anticipation. Slowly, he began cork-screwing it into her rectal pucker, carefully widening the opening so that it slid right in through the clutching elastic ring with a minimum of resistance.
Jill discovered she was higher on sex than she had ever been on liquor or marijuana. She felt lush thrills bursting through her trembling body with such power that she was unable to distinguish the driving pressure of his finger from the constant thrusts of his hard cock as she continued rising and falling. Her ass rotated uncontrollably, and her cheeks butted themselves wildly against his thighs, feeling her flesh stick to his every time she sat down. Her sighs gasped over his head as he tightly clung to him, feeling every little bit of his hardened flesh massage her vaginal walls.
Erik's finger had penetrated her rectal cavity only to the first knuckle, and the only resistance was her natural narrowness inside. He shoved the digit a little harder, rotating it circularly as he pushed, and the finger sank a little deeper, halfway to the second knuckle. In, in, in, it slowly moved, keeping pace with the way her buttocks wildly bounced. Jill was in Seventh Heaven, enjoying every little thing happening to her. Her constantly moving, rotating, shuddering young body continued quaking with a perverse delight as the man's finger finally probed all the way into her.
Slowly, very slowly her narrow rectum began opening, accepting the pushing length of his finger all the way inside. She allowed her body to surrender to the deliciously exuberant thrills continuing to flash through her quivering torso, purposely slamming her buttocks all the more solidly against his hairy thighs as her nails sank into his neck.
"Uuuuu nnnn hhhh ... Erik ... I love you...." she gasped, meaning it, aware for the first time how much she wanted and needed this gross man. "You are one fantastic fuck, darling ... oooooohhhhhh ... keep shoving that finger ... uuuu nnnn hhhh ... into my assssss ... ohhhhhhhh ... that's ittttttttt ... fabulousssssss ... deeeeper ... deeeeeeperrrrrr ... wiggle it all around and around and around...."
Wild ecstasy claimed the two of them as lightning seemed to charge through them at the same time. Jill was slamming her slender form so solidly against the bulky body of Erik Gordon, the back of the chair was now continually slamming against the wall. She rode him as if he were a galloping horse as his lengthily stabbing cock took total control of her lovely body, thrusting far past her womb-opening to the deepest part of her vaginal interior, the head constantly banging against the back wall. All the while his pudgy, knuckled finger continued driving into the tight depths of her tantalizing asshole. One blistering current of electricity after another, burned through Jill's slender hips and rounded thighs. The electricity ran up to her small breasts, charging into her elongated nipples, then ignited sparks straight down the center of her quivering body into her vibrating clitorial extension.
With her ankles still hooked around the back legs of the chair for leverage, she lifted and lowered herself, slamming her body insanely against his, and the back of the chair thumped against the wall every time her cunt slammed forward and down. Erik felt himself being wonderfully ridden as if he were a stallion. He lasciviously responded to her downward drives by slamming the hard length of his powering cock straight up.
"Morrrre ... morrrre ... morrrrre...." Jill shudder ingly gasped out loud. "Try ... oooooooh ... and ... uhhhh ... shove that ... ohhhh ... fingerrrrrr ... deeperrrrrrrr into my ... assssss ... ohhhhhh ... cram that cock ... hhhhaaaannnnhhhh ... farther into my ... oooohhcunt...."
The weighty man's mind was spinning with rapturous glory at this point. His other fingers were continuing to dig all the more solidly into her tantalizingly rounded assflesh as his forefinger maintained its constant driving pressure into the tightness of her rubbery rectal depths. Her lovely ass continued its round rotation over the inthrust finger as it massaged and scoured the tender membranes lining her asshole. Now her rectal interior was stretching and straining, and her vaginal interior was expanding as a result of the massive thickness of his driving cock. Jill knew she would never be satisfied with another cock again. This one was the right length, the right thickness, and had the right power behind it.
Erik was aware of his penile length massaging his probing finger. A thin membrane of flesh between her rectal and vaginal cores was the only thing separating the probing manual digit from the length of his solid prick. The membrane was much stronger than it initially felt. He purposely pressed his finger against it a number of times, and though the flesh elastically yielded to the pressure, he realized Jill was feeling no pain at all. For the first time in his life, he was glad. This was one woman he no longer wished to hurt. It also made him aware that her asshole would have enough elasticity to take a cock without inner membranes tearing, and this was important, because one of the sex scenes in the picture called for her ass to be used.
The pressure was becoming too strong for Erik. There was no way for him to restrain his orgasm, and from the way Jill was panting and gasping, it was obvious she was very close to her own satisfaction.
Jill was the one doing most of the fucking, bouncing wildly, filling her narrow asshole and almost equally narrow vaginal center with parts of him as she maintained her pace. She bounced wildly, demonically, filling herself to overflowing with his two probes, only to lift herself up again, leaving him hollow, and then once again slamming down, letting him pound into her twin craters, filling her slender body with all his masculine flesh. Erik felt the stiffness of his throbbing cock enlarging, bloating, hurting as it thickened inside her while Jill started whimpering continually in totally abandoned heat. Her thighs clung tightly to his, squeezing him all the more wildly with each solid instroke, her wildly flailing head causing her long brown hair to fly from side to side.
Erik was leaning back in the chair now, holding her slender upper torso at arm's length, leering down at the thrillingly arousing sight of his solid phallus slithering in and out of her pussy. The lips of her cunt were swollenly puffed, looking all the more exciting for having his cock locked between them, and when she put her hands on his shoulders to maintain her balance, he was once again able to grip her asscheeks and help her move up and down. He lifted her as high as possible without taking her off his cock, and then allowed gravity to slam her right back down again.
Jill started shuddering violently, trembling uncontrollably as she gasped with animalistic grunts because of the constant, lascivious dredging of her tense form becoming stronger and more overpowering. Her eyes were now tightly squeezed shut and her mouth was hanging slackly open as she began gutturally babbling, a woman balanced on the very knifeedge of total wanton satisfaction. She bounced like an uncontrolled wildcat, hammering her dual terebrations all the harder against the invading probes.
"YYYY EEEE AAAA GGGG HHHH UUUUU NNNN GGGG HHHH...." she shrieked at the top of her lungs. "DON'T STOP ... DON'T STOP ... I'M ... AAAANNNNHHHH ... COMMMIIINNNGGG-UHHHHHH ... KEEEEEP ... UUUNNNHHHH ... GOIIIINNNNGG ... OHHHWWWAAAWWW-AAANNNGGGHHHH ... NOWWWWWW ... NOWWWWWW ... YESSSSSS ... AAANNNGGG HHHH ... YYYAAAAIIIIYYYY ... AAAAGGGG-HHHH!"
Her climactic gasps were a shrieking plea to feel even more and stronger sensations, becoming so high-pitched that they suddenly shut hoarsely off. Her fingers dug deeply into his shoulders as she bounced herself into his lap again and again, moving like a crazy spasmodic animal. Her narrow vaginal interior sucked and pulled on his upthrust phallus as it constantly pounded into her tightness, an eternal flow of viscous vaginal fluids keeping his thrusting cock soaking wet and dribbling onto the wrinkled sac, below.
The tightly clutching membranes of the lovely movie queen's cunt was all the pressure that was needed to bring the burning, molten male serum from the depths of his prostate. The white flood charged through his vibrating penis and began spurting anxiously into the clinging tightness of her sucking cunt. His throbbing organ was like an uncontrolled firehose, unleashing blast after blast of his high-powered, burning semen into the tightly sucking grotto of her feminine depths. The thickly swollen inner lips of her narrow vagina tugged and swallowed the semen deep into her clamoring belly. Her naked crotch slammed itself repeatedly into his lap as she ground wildly against him, seeking every seminal drop of his male fluid.
Her arms were now solidly entwined around the weighty man's neck and her lips were kissing his mouth, his face, and his throat. Her lips felt like burning presses against his throat as he felt the way her body vibrantly thrilled to the flaming semen melting in the center of her belly as she continued bouncing madly on his throbbing cock.
He had been unable to scream as he had unleashed his sperm into her. He had been so overcome with desire for her, all he was capable of doing was gasping. Sperm mingled with heavy quantities of her lubricity ran into his lap, all over his hairy groin, soaking the velvet covering of the seat, beneath. But he had Jill wrapped in his strong arms, not giving a damn, and even as the blasts diminished, he refused to loosen his hold. To Jill it made little difference since her mind was swimming with delight, her body so overcome with thrills it was temporarily incapable of another orgasm.
Finally, it was over and she slid from his lap, staggering to the bed where she allowed herself to lie.
"Well," Erik asked, pantingly, "how about it? Will you stay?"
"I don't know," she told him, not looking at him, ashamed to admit she loved him, afraid he would use that love to take advantage of her. "I need time to think."
"Sure," he nodded, walking over to her. "Let's sleep on it."
CHAPTER EIGHT
The filming during the next few weeks went smoothly. The promise of Jill's body made Drew Karper into a better actor than he might have otherwise been, and every night, she slept in the arms of Erik Gordon. There was a five day break when she got her period, but afterward, the filming resumed. Now they were down to the last scene. She still hadn't given Erik her decision, still worried he would abuse her.
The storyline, though simple, had been interspersed with a lot of good dialogue and interesting non-sexual scenes that kept the movie going between the fuckings. There were five sex scenes altogether. The first one had taken place in the opening sequence with Drew raping her. The next sex scene had taken place a short time later, after Drew had supposedly explained the fundamentals of turning a man on and teaching him how to make a woman happy, so that she had done the tea-and-whipped cream scene with the man who played the part of Stan, Mavis' husband. The third scene was a lesbianic scene, and except for a few close-ups of Jill's face in rapturous ecstasy, the entire lesbianic scene had been shot with a double. The fourth scene and the fifth blended together. In the fourth scene, near the end of the movie, she and her husband go to a masquerade party, and there, she spies her husband making time with another woman, using on her, all the techniques she had taught him in order to strengthen their marriage. So she and Drew go off to another room and there, Drew fucks her again.
Now the fifth scene was coming up. The man playing her husband, Stan, was six-feet-six inches tall, and he had a penis that seemed a twin of Erik Gordon's, in both length and breadth. Like Erik, he had a pot belly in spite of his size.
According to the script, she and Drew had been fucking while wearing masks, she unaware they're being observed by everyone else at the party. Then, when the director yelled, "Action!" Drew "accidentally" knocked her mask off.
The camera panned in on Stan's face, a long, pouchy face with wide eyes that became even wider as he recognized Mavis, his wife, being fucked by his best friend. He was too stunned to move or even think. He stood there, paralyzed as his wife collapsed on top of Drew. They had been using the woman-on-top position, and now Drew's shrunken, wet cock slid soppingly from the wetness of Mavis's cunt.
Jill knew Erik was watching the shooting. For some reason, he was perversely turned on by watching other men fuck her, and it made him want her all the more at night. She realized that if she did agree to work with Erick, he would want to fuck her consistently, and that being the case, she had decided she might take him up on his offer, if he was willing to make it legal. This way, if other men fucked his wife, it would still be with his approval.
Stan was moving toward the couple sprawled on the bed in the large room where other onlookers stared at them through two-way mirrors. He tried not to look at Drew, his best friend, feeling that even though Drew had probably instigated this, his wife was more to blame for letting it happen. The fact that, according to the script, the woman he had just finished fucking had been Drew's wife, didn't matter at all.
No! Mavis was a cheating bitch, and he had to get even with her. Reaching down, he wound his fingers in her long brown hair, hair that had been disheveled and hung around her face. He yanked her lovely head roughly back as he sneered at her.
"Surprise, Mavis you bitch! It's your husband. Nice show you put on just now!"
According to the script, Mavis had forgotten all about Stan as she had become more and more involved with Drew, passionately thrilling to the wonder Drew was supposed to inspire in her. By imagining Drew's cock was Erik's, Jill had managed an academy award performance, and she really seemed to be snapping out of a stupor at the moment as she looked up, blinking a little as if trying to remember where she was.
She saw Stan looking down at her with a sneer of contemptuous hatred scrawled all over his face. The script called for her to show fear, and remembering as much, Jill allowed fright to suffuse her features and make her quiver.
"Stan, no," she gasped, remembering her lines. "Wait! Please, listen to me," she insisted, desperately looking up at him. Her words sounded so pathetic, Jill wondered if any husband would believe a wife who tried speaking them.
"You fucking bitch!" Stan snarled, his cold voice filled with anger and hate, a look of venom filling his eyes. Jill had to admit the man playing her husband knew how to act. She allowed a feeling of shame to overcome her, thinking back to the first day she had been raped in order to blush properly. Now the script called for her shame to be replaced by fear, and so she thought about the way Erik had initially raped her at the pool in his home.
"How many other men have been fucking that tight little body of yours, Mavis, you dirty little whore," Stan yelled in a rasping voice. "I know I made things hard for you for a while, but I thought we could straighten everything out. Now I see differently."
Jill cowered as helplessly beneath this man's gaze as she had beneath Erik's leer that first day she had met him. He jerked her head back even further, putting strain on her neck. But he knew enough not to over-act, which was one of the saving graces of the picture.
"Answer me, you bitch!" he snarled.
"Stan, oh Stan, please, you're hurting me!" she finally managed to blurt out. He ignored the pain in her voice.
"We'll just have to see if your husband can't give you all the cock you need," he taunted at her, rolling her off Drew's body onto the floor. "I'll wear my mask so you'll think you're being fucked by someone else."
The woman playing Drew's wife took her cue and came running into camera range, saying, "Be careful, you're hurting her."
"You keep outta this, you fucking cunt!" Stan snarled at her.
"Yeah," Drew said from the floor. "This is between the man and his wife."
He was on his feet now and reached out one of his strong arms to hold back the woman playing his wife. The woman took her cue and remained standing there helplessly, looking down at Jill, stretched out on the floor beneath her.
"Turn over, you bitch!" Stan snarled at her, and when Jill was slow to move, he roughly rolled her over onto her belly.
Reaching down, his hands gripped her hips and he lifted her into a kneeling position. Jill found herself swaying there. She knew what was to come and she was a bit worried. What was going to take place was the one kind of sex in which she had never previously indulged. But the script called for it. She swayed obscenely below the tall man, her rounded white buttocks thrust back toward him. She turned away for a moment and froze when the director called, "Cut!"
"What's wrong?" Stan asked Absalom Kirsch.
"You're washed out, Stan. That last fucking scene really drained you. You'll never get your cock up to full mast to fill her ass. We'll use the stunt cock."
"Right!" Stan nodded.
"We'll film this in relative close-up so no one will know how tall the double really is," Kirsch told Jill. She shrugged, not really caring. She had learned that on the set, as much as she enjoyed fucking, it lacked the meaning she had when being fucked by Erik Gordon.
"Action!" Kirsch called out, and she saw a different pair of hairy legs replace those of Stan.
He was standing behind her, between her ankles, and she was unable to catch more than a glimpse of him. His monstrous cock stood out swollen and hard. That much she saw from the shadow off to the side, and her mind imagined the way the veins in it must be standing out while the throbbing head was pulsating.
"Wh-what are you going to do?" the one playing Drew's wife asked.
"I'm gonna fuck her where she's never been fucked before," Stan's voice from off-camera said in a snarling way. "I'm gonna fuck that sweet wife of mine until she can't move. I'm gonna fuck her in the ass, that's what I'm gonna do."
The eyes of Drew's wife opened in horror as she stared directly into one of the cameras.
"My God! You'll kill her. No woman can take something like that in her rear. It'll split her right up the middle."
The man stooped and grabbed both of the slender ankles belonging to Jill. She felt him tugging them outward, while his hand made certain she remained in the kneeling position.
"No," Jill cried out, pleading in her voice. "Oh no ... no ... please ... don't do this ... no ... for God's sake...." she whimpered, feeling the cool rush of air between her thighs. "I can't let you do this to me, Stan, not this way. This is too cruel, too inhuman!"
She jerked and tried standing up, but a hand pressed itself into the small of her back, pushing her flat against the floor. She struggled for a moment, then lay perfectly still, her body shaking violently from the helpless pleadings rumbling unheard in her throat.
Whoever had taken Stan's place was doing a good job, physically. Jill almost felt the anger in the man, and though Stan was saying the lines from off-camera, the man was acting everything to perfection.
The man behind her dropped to his knees between her wide-open legs as he ran his hands very roughly over the slenderly long, firm feminine muscles of her quivering calves. Then his fingers began moving up the insides of her thighs, and for a moment she thought Stan might have come back, because the touch was so familiar. Drew's sperm smeared her vaginal cleft, and she knew from the way the set-hands were watching that they would have loved to have had seconds and thirds with her.
She sensed the man behind her leering down at her as she cowered and shuddered, and then hands were slowly drawing apart the white mounds of her lovely buttocks. As the script called for it, Jill moaned and did her best to tighten her asscheeks, tensing them together again. But the man applied strong pressure, digging his fingers firmly into her soft gluteal flesh, and she was forced to relax just enough to let him spread her asscheeks apart as he wished.
The others on the set, on cue, moved closer, to watch what was happening. The action was exciting them in spite of the fact that they were supposedly concerned for Mavis, the character Jill was playing.
Jill heard the man behind her suck in his breath as the tiny ring of softly tender anal flesh came into view for the camera to photograph. A hand slowly rubbed against her asscheeks, and, as the script called for, a forefinger thrust itself experimentally at the inter-folded ring of her sphincter. Though she had been fingered on camera before while being fucked by Drew, Jill knew she was supposed to be tense, and the finger in her asshole was supposed to hurt. It didn't, but she was playing a part, and so she lurched forward in an attempt to escape the probing digit. It was useless for her to do so, and the man behind her thrust his finger forward again, sinking it to the first knuckle inside her supposedly resisting anus.
"Hhhhh aaaa nnnn gggg hhhhh Goddd!" she cried out, feeling nothing but pleasure, but pretending it was pain as she clenched her buttocks tightly together, trapping the finger of the man behind her between her tensed rear cheeks.
"Open it!" she heard Stan's voice command from offcamera, sounding brutal as the man behind her pushed down with all his strength, shoving his finger all the more deeply into her, past the second knuckle. She groaned aloud, her voice sounding pitiful in its submission, and her buttocks obediently became limp, to be used as the man behind her wished.
The finger moved in and out of her rectum with a loving pressure, supposedly scouring her asshole and widening it for the greater invasion about to take place. She saw his shadow on the floor, noting his hand was stroking his cock, readying the thick instrument for that final and ultimate humiliation of any helpless woman. Jill remained there on her knees, waiting.
He touched the cheek of her ass with the head of his cock, and Jill knew who was behind her. Erik was playing the stunt-cock. Yes, it all made sense, now. Her asshole was her one virgin opening. Much as Erik was aroused at the sight of other men fucking her, he wanted the pleasure of devirginizing her anus, himself. She was certain that in the future, he would let others use her asshole as they had used her cunt and her mouth, but this first time he had to have it, himself, and she felt warm all over. It was, perhaps, as close to admitting how he felt about her as Erik had ever come.
His finger was joined by a second finger, then a third finger, slowly widening her anal opening. Then all three fingers pulled out.
Erik's thumbs tugged her buttocks wide open all over again. He leaned forward and down and let drops of sputum fall from his mouth onto her anal crevice, as well as smearing some on his cock to make his entry into her rear that much easier.
Now he leaned forward, pushing the whole of his lower body against her back. The thick, full length of his throbbing cock lay jammed into the crevice between her buttocks, the broad tip resting against the tiny pulsating opening, shimmering from his saliva. He levered himself up on his elbows, then pushed gently with his hips for the moment, directing his stone-solid instrument directly into the tightly clenched rear orifice.
Jill realized she had been holding her breath for what had seemed like an eternity as she waited for this. She groaned as she felt the unrelenting member pop through the tightly restricting ring of her anal flesh, and had his hands not gripped her belly, she would have pitched forward, falling flat on her face.
The others, standing around, stared with open mouths as they saw the sphincter of the tiny, stretching anus slip over the clasping tip of Erik's throbbingly broad cock-head, surrounding it like a tight rubber band. Erik was grinning, the mask on his face hiding his features, but not his smile as he probed into the ass he loved, thrusting his hips forward and down with all his strength, sinking the pylon of lust-hardened flesh halfway into her rectum.
Jill felt some mild discomfort, but no actual pain because Erik had prepared her well. But the script called for her to scream and yell, and she did so.
"Aaaaaaiiiiieeeee ... no ... no ... no ... don't...." she begged, as if she were in dire agony.
Erik's hand pressed her face into the carpeted floor, muffling her voice as he pressed his belly against her buttocks, forcing her to lie flat as more of his cock slipped into her rectum. She flailed her legs out on either side of him, luxuriating in the cock filling her ass, but pretending it hurt like blazes. Her struggles looked real to the camera as she appeared to be fighting her impalement.
Her rounded buttocks jerked and twisted beneath the pressure of his belly, which in close-up, looked like Stan's belly, as she struggled with the seeming intent of throwing the man off. But her supposedly desperate struggles only worsened her position. With each frantically obscene buck of her helpless body, she felt his cock skewering a little deeper into her tightly stretched anus until finally....
"Hhhhh aaaa nnnn gggg hhhh ... uuunnnngggghh-hh...." she gasped for the benefit of the camera and the microphone, feeling the last little bit of Erik's throbbing cock slip unimpeded into the hotly, rubber-like depths of her helpless ass. It was in all the way.
She continued jerking spasmodically, still a little uncomfortable, allowing the discomfort to appear immensely painful. Then she lay still to ease the pain of the cruel and complete occupation of her rectum. It was useless to resist anymore, and as Mavis, she had to appear resigned, though in reality she knew it wouldn't be long before it felt really good.
"Don't struggle, Mavis," the woman playing Drew's wife called out to her. "If you move you'll only drive that pole of his even deeper into your body."
"Jesus! What a tight little asshole!" Stan gasped from off-camera, the sound hissing through clenched teeth as if he were the one actually ass-fucking Jill.
Erik ached to start fucking his hard cock in and out of Jill's asshole immediately, but he knew in this position it wouldn't do either of them much good. Somehow he moved up on his knees, while at the same time tugging her back to her knees so that his cock never left her asshole. He had her bent almost double beneath him. Grinding his teeth together, he began stroking smoothly and lengthily between her rounded cheeks. This made Jill groan as she realized Mavis was once again suffering a humiliation, this time wrought supposedly by her loving husband.
Drew meanwhile, had moved into camera range, standing right near the obscenely coupled pair. It was obvious he was going out of his mind with desire, and not just playing a part, either. He ached to be a part of this, and since the script called for it, he shuddered with anticipation.
His own cock had swelled again, getting long, thick, and hard as he watched the lewd spectacle taking place on the floor in front of him. Unable to control himself, just as his character was not supposed to remain in control, he bent down and began to wildly reach under Jill and fondle her small but firm breasts, pinching and pulling at the soft flesh until he was no longer able to take it.
"Turn her over, Stan, turn her over, right now," he demanded of Erik Gordon, who had become preoccupied with fucking her ass and had forgotten he was also playing a part.
Barely hearing Drew's plea, Erik turned his head toward the other man as he continued ramming his cock deeper and deeper into Jill's tiny little ass. It was a moment before he realized what he was supposed to do, and understanding this was all on film, he put on an evil grin as he appeared to be Stan, thinking of yet another way to punish his cheating wife.
He locked his hands tightly around Jill's narrow hips and then rolled to the side. He pulled her backward, on top of him. His huge, throbbing phallus remained firmly embedded in the simmering depths of her tantalizing rectum. Now she lay full length on her back firmly against his stomach and chest, her legs widely splayed, forced apart by his knees.
"N-no, don't----" Jill pleaded weakly, and fear of being double-fucked made her realize her plea was not quite the act she had intended it to be.
But Drew was in a hurry and lost no time following the script. He kneeled between her widespread thighs while straddling Erik's knees. With his strong hands he pushed her milk-white thighs even farther apart. Then he gripped his aching cock with both hands and guided it with no delay against the flowered opening of her pussy. He shoved, and in it went.
"Aaaaaahhhhh uuuuu nnnnn hhhhh!" Jill gasped, helplessly groaning as the second penis slithered into the depths of her succulent cunt, the way oiled by Drew's previous deposit. Now she had two penises inside her, and to her astonishment, she realized she was able to handle them both. But Mavis was supposed to moan and sob with shame, so she proceeded to do just that. She reacted like a helpless insect dually pinned between two boards, and only a thin membrane of flesh separated her rectum from her vagina as the two cocks rubbed against one another.
Now there was no longer any delay. Drew, as excited in real life as his character was supposed to be from having watched Erik's supposed rape of Jill's lovely ass, began fucking his long, hot, hard cock furiously in and out of the tight, sucking vacuum that was Jill's vagina. At the same time, Erik thrust upward into Jill from beneath, using long, hard strokes into the depths of her narrow rectal cavity. It took a moment for the two men to adjust, but then the pair of them achieved a natural rhythm, buffeting her back and forth between them like a sack of softly resilient foam rubber.
As Mavis, Jill uttered a single low whine which went on the entire time the two men continued grinding into her. Her sounds were interrupted only occasionally by a deep grunt from the depths of her chest as the two men smacked into her body with ever more increasing force.
The twin cudgels of thickness skewered again and again into Jill's wide-stretched loins, looking like two battering rams. Erik's cock was awash in its own secretions, while Drew's was bathed in a combination on penile oil, sperm, and Jill's oils. The two cocks were moving more and more easily as they slid in and out of her. The pink edges of her scalloped vaginal lips drew back each time Drew pulled his cock backward, then folded in on themselves when he nailed his penis right back into her narrow cunt. The same was true with the even smaller, clasping opening of her widely stretched anus as her body was lifted up, then dropped back on Erik's long phallic prod. The two men were screwing into her with a maddening demonic fury. On and on the fucking continued, and the onlookers in the picture, as per the script, became greater and greater, though the shots of the crowd watching would be taken later. But all the onlookers, even the ones off-camera, were raptly staring at the spectacle.
Then Jill began to feel what she had been anticipating.
Her low, whining moans of agony as Mavis .began changing, very slowly at first, very imperceptibly, and then there was no doubt about it as Jill showed what a consummate actress she was, though to be truthful, she was actually feeling rapture already.
It was a wonderful, thrilling kind of mounting swell, and she wondered if the very helplessness of her position enhanced the feelings that much more, especially since one of the men fucking her was doing it because of his desire for her, and not because he was an actor. She began moving her hips of her own volition, hurling her ass back against Erik's cock as he crammed the penis into her rectum, and then forward again to once again swallow all of Drew's inwardly sinking phallus into her anxiously heated and well-lubricated vagina. Her entire body was wildly undulating between the two men, her buttocks moving in wildly abandoned circles.
"Anh! Anh! Anh! Anh! Ann!" she chanted aloud, keeping perfect time with the rhythm of their dually crushing thrusts into her, feeling her two holes literally suck on the malebones filling them.
Each passing moment became wilder and wilder, and for a moment she actually believed herself to be Mavis who was being delightfully punished by the only two men in her life she had allowed to fuck her. The fact was, Mavis was much less of a whore than Jill, had ever been. Mavis had only been fucked by two men in her lifetime, while prior to coming to work for Erik Gordon, Jill had put out for almost a dozen different men at one time or another.
But this wasn't the time to think of morality. This was the time to enjoy, and enjoy Jill did. She listened to her own groans intermingling in lewd symphony with the others as sexual abandonment took hold of all of them.
The orgasm was there, but it was a dual orgasm, welling up in her ass as well as in her cunt. It overwhelmed her more strongly than anything she had ever previously felt, though she had no doubt that Erik being a part of all this had enhanced it even more for her.
Jill was out of her mind with feeling, and she fainted on-camera, never feeling the jetting spurts of sperm coming from the two men as they fired into her.
CHAPTER NINE
When she was conscious again, Jill found herself in her dressing room. The yellow walls depressed her, and she would have gotten to her feet and got out of there if it weren't for the fact that she was still naked under the blanket. It was one thing to show her nakedness to people in front of a camera, but when she wasn't doing a part, she had no intention of suddenly displaying herself.
She waited for a long time, and then the door to the dressing room opened and a fully dressed Erik Gordon came in.
"Well, how are you feeling?" he asked.
I'm fine, now," she admitted. "That had to be the most fantastic climax I've ever had. My God! I've never before felt anything like it."
"I ought to feel insulted," he said, smiling as he pulled a wooden chair next to the bed and sat down beside her. "After all, you're telling me that I'll never be able to do something like that to you by myself."
"Oh I don't know," Jill shrugged. "After all, with some more practice, you just might be able to do it."
"Are you willing to let me try?" he asked.
"Well, I am under contract with you for the rest of the movie," she pointed out.
"True," he nodded, "but remember, the movie is just about over. The final scenes, such as the close-ups of the female body, can be accomplished with your double."
"Oh," she said, feeling a little disappointed, knowing that in order to stay with Erik she would have to finally accede to his request that she sign a long-term contract with him.
"Have you thought about the proposition I put forth to you?" he asked, standing and walking over to the sink where he drew a glass of water and drank it.
"Erik, does my making movies for you mean that much to you?" she asked, insistent on knowing the real reason why he wanted her nearby.
"It's the only way I can keep you living with me," he shrugged.
"That's not true, and you know it."
"You mean marriage?" he smiled. "I thought about it, I admit, but I'm human, Jill. How do I know you really feel about me the way I'd like you to feel? How do I know you aren't just marrying me for what you can get out of me?"
"Poor Erik," she smiled. "So that's what life has meant to you all this time. You've spent so much time getting things out of other people, you think that's all people want from you."
"Be sensible," he insisted, walking over to the bed and sitting on the edge of it. "I'm an old, fat man, in my early fifties. You're in your early twenties. Is it reasonable that you would show an interest in me?" he asked.
"It might not be reasonable for some other young woman to show an interest in you," Jill told him. "But I don't judge a person by his age, his looks, or his weight. I judge him by feeling, and Erik, you've given me feeling the like of which no one man has ever previously done."
"I'd love to believe that," he shrugged.
"You can," she assured him. "But I don't expect you to take anything on faith. Remember, you made me an offer-anything I wanted if I was willing to stay with you."
"I remember," he nodded. "That's why I'm here."
"You just scoffed at marriage, as if it's something meaningless, accusing me of possibly wanting to marry you for what I can get from you. Erik, if what you've said is true, then I'll have countless movie offers once this film comes out, and I'll have anything in the way of money and possessions that I'll ever need."
"I suppose," he nodded.
"But what I really want is you. I want your name, your love, and I want to have the children who will one day inherit all this. Then a time will come for us to retire and simply enjoy life. You know, they say that if a man stays sexually active, he has a good chance of living into his nineties, if not longer."
"What are you getting at?" he asked.
"Well, if you feel as strongly about me as you claim, then I'm the one woman who can keep you sexually active the rest of your life, and it'll be a long life. Why we can have at least fifty years together, and that's more than many married couples have when the husband and wife are very close in age."
"How the hell can you love a fat man like me?" he asked.
"How the hell can you love an empty-headed little whore like me, whom you've seen fucked countless times by studs posing as actors?"
"You know that doesn't mean a damn thing to me."
"Well?" she asked. "Why should your age, your weight, or anything else mean a damn thing to me? All that matters is, dumb as it sounds, I love you. I'll prove it, if you wish. I'll stay on at your house without a contract, and I'll act in any films you want, and degrade myself in any way you wish if it'll make you happy. I'll do anything I can to prove that I love you. Yes, Erik, I love you. Now I've said it, and I'm not sorry."
"Well I have to admit, I love you, too. I guess I've taken a chance on everything else in life, why not marriage?"
"Why not!" she smiled, as he bent to kiss her, and she knew somehow, that her days of slavery had just begun, but what wonderful slavery it was all going to be.
