On the set of the TV series, Sizzle Bay, Tom McVoy and Amber Welles were lovers. Off stage, they snarled at one another. So why was she now drawn to him in his dressing room, staring down hungrily at the incredibly large naked cock protruding from his signature Hawaiian trunks?
"Suck it," he said. "Come on, you know you want to."
Amber salivated. She took a step closer, than sank to her knees. "Yes," she whispered.
Normally demanding and bitchy, Amber now succumbed to weakness. She couldn't resist. She had to have that big, beautiful cock.
"Suck it," Tom commanded again.
And Amber did!
CHAPTER ONE
Disguised with sunglasses and wig, I snuck into the supermarket to glance at the magazine rack. Sure enough, Snitch, a weekly tabloid, featured a typical exaggeration of my lifestyle. "Amber Gets Arrested After Slugfest With Co-Star At Hollywood Club," was splashed across its cover, with a picture of me snarling at the camera. "Brawl Ends In Screaming Match, With Threat Of Lawsuit." Readers of this piece of shit were lead to believe that a photographer happened to capture my so-called argument with Lorna Patterson on film. The rags always managed to dig up some bad hair day photos of me (never with my best side) to include with their articles; most were unrelated to the incident, lifted from stills of feature roles I've played.
I held back my snort. "Brawl."
"Slugfest?" If my memory served me correctly, I tossed my drink in the bitch's face, then cracked her one. If that constituted a "brawl," ' then take me behind the barn and shoot me. Hell, they act like I gave her multiple contusions and a dislocated jaw. Lorna, nonetheless, attempted to put me in a half nelson before we got separated. That, I noticed with a smile, didn't make inclusion.
Tabloid writers: they were the proverbial dime a dozen. For some, I was their bread and butter. If they didn't smear me across their front pages, they didn't have shit. The name Amber Welles is a bankable commodity.
Most of the stuff they concoct is over-the-top, stretched to the limit. If I happen to pull someone's hair or bare my nails, phrases like "blood-lusting hell cat," or "man-eating barracuda," were in abundance. Other cute and catchy tags were "unprincipled."
"Rowdy."
"Thrill-seeker," and even the infamous, "troublemaker."
If I spaced out during a scene while filming for the show, some hack would report that I claimed having a vision of the Virgin Mary, or saw Elvis, depending on his religious persuasion. I'd even seen in print that I guzzled grain alcohol like it was going out of style; if that were true, I would have been stopping off to have my stomach pumped just about every Monday morning on the way to work.
I laughed at the crap they dished out. No matter how bad or unflattering, it boosted my popularity rating another notch. My supporters and detractors were constantly flipping sides. People analyzed the things I did and either labeled them "ingenious" or the "doings of an immature brat." Fuck!
My exploits, whether real or imaginary, sold millions of copies weekly when my face was plastered on the cover. (It helped if they stuck the word "slut" in the caption.) If I'd a share of their profits, I would have been rich.
Unfortunately, I was bound by contract to appear in a weekly television series, Sizzle Baya mindless bit of fluff featuring muscles, bikinis and wild suggestion. The concept was hardly original. The scripts were a rehash of those Frankie Avalon-Annette Funnicello beach movies, updated for today's audience. The underlying theme of sex, sex, and more sex made us soar in the Nielsens.
I was credited with much of the show's success. If fans weren't given those close-ups of my cantaloupe-like tits, we'd drop down a rating. My wardrobe consisted of thong bikinis, miniskirts and anything else that displayed plenty of flesh. If we weren't governed by network standards, they would probably have had me prance about naked.
Nudity didn't faze me. I'd been given ample opportunity to pose for the country's number one skin magazines for fabulous money. My agent, Steve Saunders, put the kibosh on all such discussions. He'd warned me time and again that negative exposure of that variety would be damaging to my career in television. I'd show him the tabloids and the disparaging remarks fed to my fans, but he maintained that those articles were beyond my control and didn't promote the same effect as my flashing pussy would have.
Steve was a sweetheart. Although a mere ten years older, he demonstrated a paternal instinct. He was faultless in negotiating the roles I'd take, getting record sums that had made me the envy of my peers. If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have had big bucks stashed in the bank.
He earned my appreciation-in more than commission, if you catch my drift.
So, who was Amber Welles, famed Hollywood starlet? Was I the gluttonous nympho who fucked guest stars in her dressing room? Was I guilty of instigating brawls at various dance clubs? Some of that was based on truth. I wouldn't tell you I was the perfect angel. I enjoyed having fun, and did possess a temper, like any other girl. With my incredibly slim figure and grapefruit-big tits, long and lustrous brunette hair and crystal-blue eyes, I was equated to a goddess.
I lived a lot for someone who just turned twenty-one. I had money to burn, owned a mansion that was great for throwing parties, had clothes to die for from Rodeo Drive-just about everything but the right man. It's not that I hadn't looked. I'd gone through a slew of studs (sometimes in less than a week) and often got discouraged. I didn't know if it was me or them. If I liked somebody, it wasn't always reciprocated. Then there was those pests that drove me to dire measures, like changing my locks, phone number and renting a big-assed Doberman just to keep them away.
Perhaps my greatest weakness was sex; I happened to love it. I staged marathons on my Olympic-sized water bed. Three-ways were a gas. I even did girls, but only if they could handle that kind of action. Give me somebody sexually curious, and I showed 'em a great time.
We had actors on the show who caught my eye. One stud in particular, Tom McVoy, got my juices going. Standing at six-six, he was lean and prematurely gray (at thirty, no less) and wore a groomed mustache.
When he strode onto the set that first day in his Hawaiian trunks, I knew I had to have him. I pretended to be cool, referring to my script while whipping my hair over my shoulders. Tom could tell I was hot for him, sneaking glances at that hairy chest and those impressive biceps. He played my game, filming each scene with self-absorption. He was so convincing, in fact, that I actually believed he didn't find me the least attractive.
He refused me strong eye contact. During a scene in which we appeared together, he had the temerity to act bored. He practically yawned in my face before we had our first screen kiss; only by the depth of his skill did he manage to incite passion.
When we took a break, I followed him back to his dressing room. Tom, a known health nut, took a pass on the food served at the commissary in favor of Evian Water, an avocado and tomato sandwich, plus an apple. He must have seen me coming, for when I arrived, I discovered his door unlocked. I entered, prepared to deliver a lecture about his high and mighty attitude not cutting it with me.
"Care to join me?" he asked, in that low, pulse-accelerating voice. He sat on the sofa, patting the place beside him. When I failed to respond-indisputably numb from his virile magnificence-he grinned. "I promise not to bite."
Reluctantly, I accepted his invitation. The atmosphere in his dressing room was incendiary. Our tanned flesh, kissed by the sun and honed to a delicious golden hue, was put on shivering exhibit.
Clad in my skimpy bikini, there wasn't much skin I didn't show. The air-conditioning made my nipples erect. There was no possibility of hiding their inflamed condition. In an effort to hide my shakiness, I tucked my long, slender legs beneath me. I furnished Tom a sumptuous view of my smooth, shapely thighs.
He threw his extensive legs out in front of him, stretching his trim body. He was splendidly rough with hair. Averting my gaze from those manly thighs proved futile; I was drawn to them every few seconds. I kept surreptitiously checking for evidence of an erection, but saw none in progress. The folds of his Hawaiian trunks, billowing up from sitting, appeared normal. God-he even managed to keep a leash on his sex drive.
The smug bastard took the wind out of my argument in one fell swoop. Dealing with him was putting me through an identity crisis. For Amber Welles, that was unwarranted.
He gestured to his bottled water. "I've got more, if you would like some."
"No, thanks." I didn't even partially recover from the strong emotional pull he had exerted. Lust tended to yield diminishing consequences for me. I saw the abandonment of my mores at that first electrical surge. I found my gape drifting to Tom's crotch, and that wasn't a good sign. "I was wondering why you were treating me so poorly on the set."
"I don't recall it," Tom mentioned, aware of my subconscious interest. He caught me staring at his crotch. "My actions were tailored to the script."
"I can accept rejection, but not dishonesty."
"Are you that accustomed to men salivating over you?"
"Don't change the subject."
He sighed. "They told me you would be like this at my agency." His eyes took privilege with traveling over my mouth-watering breasts. They jutted so prominently, he could scarcely turn away. "Your reputation certainly proceeds you."
I was sure he was referring to those wild parties conducted at my house. "I can't help enjoying my youth. When the time comes, I want to say to myself I did it all-and loved every fucking minute."
"I couldn't agree more," he muttered. The look he sent left nothing to the imagination. His hand drifted over my exposed thigh to punctuate his statement. "Perhaps what we need is a private rehearsal. Practice does make perfect."
I refused to make it that simple for him; after all, he deliberately tormented me on the set, leading me to believe I wasn't worth his time. "I don't rehearse with stand-ins for real men."
He wasn't put off by my barb. His ego did not allow for rejection. He was gunning for my surrender. "Everything you see here is genuine, baby. Even the plumbing." He pressed his thigh against me, daring me to respond. He radiated vast sexual heat.
I didn't bat an eye, spurring my nerve-endings to deaden. His crotch magnetically drew my attention, but I did not succumb to the impulse. "I've always subscribed to the school of thought, 'Everything is not as it seems.' I suppose it's from my Hollywood upbringing."
Tom shook his head slightly. "Playing hard to get, huh?" He settled back into the couch, thrusting his crotch at me. Defiantly, he draped his long legs around me, opening them so I was receiving a tantalizing view of his equipment. I finally saw the definition of cock and balls through his shorts. Tom made no attempt to hide his getting a hard-on. The shape of his dick getting bigger seized my concentration.
I've always been intrigued with size, amazed at how large a cock got when excited. The challenge of being able to handle it and the electrifying pleasure it afforded appealed to my base inclinations.
My interest in watching him stiffen did not escape Tom. He risked his advantage by taking my hand and putting it over his swollen cock. I trembled as I was kept there before tenderly squeezed the bulging shaft. "It's pretty big, isn't it? There's enough there to keep you busy for hours," he boasted in his deep, masculine timbre.
I nodded, breathing faster. The heat of his erection invaded my system with intoxicating force. My resistance invariably waned. I failed to exhibit the necessary restraint, and could do little else but rub him. I couldn't remember having one like this. I was too numb to think when instinct told my to use my mouth or my cunt.
"Take it out," he ordered. "I want you to see it."
I quivered. Pounding excitement formed a thickening in my throat. I warned myself about making a mistake. Taking orders was not customary for Amber Welles. I gave direction when not in front of the cameras. Yet, there was no power to combat him. Reassigning these temptations to a less corruptible part of my brain wasn't within my power. My senses were overheated. I wanted to pull it out of his shorts and take it in my mouth. I could not neglect that impulse.
He bulged heavily from his shorts, extending across his front. I was jarred at the appetizing impression his cock made, the thick vein of his underside protruding through the material. Without removing my groping hand, I prompted the other to be of service. My fingers dipped behind his elastic waistband and slowly lowered it. The engorged bulb of his cock emerged. Tugging gently, I managed to free the thick shaft. It came to a rigid stand, awaiting my light touch.
Adrenaline raced through my system.
Tom gasped as I held him. "Jesus, baby, you're making it throb. Get your hand around it. Massage me. Oh yeah. Ahhhhhhhh. You're certainly hot. Move up and down. Pump that dick."
It jerked excitedly in my clutch. I barely managed to encompass it with my fingers. Tom was enormous, filling my grasp with a pumped-up shaft that was ready for major action. The glint in his eyes disclosed how he planned on showing me how much I turned him on. Slow, savoring detail was his desired method. The mere thought of his shoving that dick inside my pussy almost made me cum.
"Don't be shy," he whispered, thrusting his hips at me. Tom slumped against the end of the sofa, surrounding me with those furry thighs. His cock hadn't moved a fraction. "You know it's going to be great. Indulge yourself, baby. Have some fun with it."
I shivered.
"I won't tell," he went on, cupping my head and pushing it down. He lifted his hips, urging me to suck. "Come on, baby, it'll taste good. It wants a warm mouth, a hot tongue. Show me what you can do with it."
Originally, I intended to make him sweat it out. That plan went out the window once I got my hand on that monster. The last of my will power faded. Tom's cock was too appetizing. I opened my mouth and sank moistly onto it. Tom's contented groan reverberated as I licked the shaft, rubbing my lips up and down. My tongue ran the length of the dense pulsating vein, applying a gratifying tickle.
"Christ, oh, yes, eat that thing, swallow. More of it, all of it-if you can." He gave another decisive shove forward, getting himself greased with saliva before giving his cock the go-ahead. I widened my lips to take him, puckering as he slid deep into my throat. He watched his cock disappear into that slurping vastness.
"Mmmmmmmm."
I moaned loudly with him buried in my throat, making him feel my anxious vibrations. I stroked his balls, smoothing my thumbs over them in frantic circles. My hair whipped over his lap, covering my face as I took more of his cock, then I tossed it over my shoulder without detaching my lips.
Tom shuddered, stabbing his fingers into the pillow behind his head. I'm sure he didn't expect this luxurious quality. I sucked harder on him, getting him ready to explode. He did little to promote my desire other than taking his dick out. "Oh yeah do that again, right there. Your mouth makes me sizzle. Jesus, if you keep going like that, you're going to be gulping down some hot jizz. I'm gonna pop my nut."
He was a very descriptive man. He liked giving instruction, and was quite open about pinpointing his source of gratification. More than once, my head was seized, pushed down and made to linger when I hit a delicate spot. Once that happened, I constricted my lips and throttled my tongue until he was hoarse. I could feel the enjoyment streaming through him via that heavenly compression. I let a prickly string of drool filter down his pulsating surface.
While I mouthed him, he reached for the strings of my bikini top. My tits sprang from confinement at his expert twist. Those soft and squeezable globes were at his service. He took possession of one, feeling the nipple enlarge beneath his inquisitive touch. "You're so fucking hot, baby. I can barely wait to slide into that pussy and give you a real demonstration of my equipment."
I lifted my mouth from Tom's cock and gazed at him. The need in my eyes was strong, as well as the itch to please him. A web of spittle stretched from my lips to the fiercely sucked head. Tom was still shaking from my oral embrace.
He watched as I wrapped my tits around his cock. Both nipples pointed at him, rigid with excitement. I massaged him slowly, holding my gape. His dick, wet from my mouth, tingled as I stroked him.
"God," he muttered, exhaling loudly. "That feels incredible. Give me more of that. Oh, yeah, rub me with those tits, pull them around my cock, uhhhh." My pillowy breasts hugged him sweetly. He threw back his head and let out a protracted gasp.
I had no idea of what I would do next. Everything occurred so spontaneously. I took pleasure in fitting my boobs about his swollen dick. That long, thick shaft scorched my fleshy groove.
Working him into a frenzy sent me whirring. My pussy was damp, starved for something to grab onto. I straddled Tom's leg and ground my pelvis to him. My greasy snatch rubbed against his hairy shin. Tom responded by raising his knee, pressing up into my pussy. Ohhhhhh! I was getting so horny, sliding back and forth. Watching Tom's head rock, his features intense, propelled me into a heat storm. My clit throbbed, enjoying the friction. Still, I craved penetration.
Tom gathered enough presence of mind to see I had worked myself into a lather. He had lost himself while my tits tugged at his cock's skin. My fabulous boobs operated as buffers, stimulating his shaft with their elegant smoothness. Glancing up at his ecstasies expression, I conveyed that I needed more than a dry hump.
"Come sit on me, baby," he said. He arched his back, urging me to release his dick from my joy-giving clasp.
Hypnotically, I obeyed. I enclosed his cock in my fist, rendering anticipation. I mounted him, prepared to treat myself to joy ride. Once he was submerged in my satin heat, we would reverse roles. I would be the aggressor, dictating my demands. He would submit to the scalding rub of my juicy cunt lips. I planned on charging down on that bone-solid column, then provoking him with my pressurizing walls.
Tom sensed my challenge. "Think you can handle it, baby? Afraid I might hurt you? That's a whole lot of cock to sit on."
"Not a chance."
He took my hand and showed my how to guide his saliva-coated cock into my pussy. The bloated head pushed at my furred cunt lips. I was amply lubricated. My soft tanned thighs eagerly framed his thrusting hips. "Sink down on me, baby. Take it slow. I know you're excited, but you're going to ache if you hurry."
I smiled. "I love that kind of soreness." His cock began to go up into my snatch, splitting my pussy hole. "Oh, God," I panted, catching my breath and gritting my teeth. "Ohhhhhhhhh." I bore down with my knees, closing the distance between my furry mound and his balls. "Ohhhhhhh."'
"Relax, baby. Let it go in there."
"Yes," I murmured, surrounding that king-sized member with drenching warmth. "Ohhhhhhhhh. Slide yourself into me. Shove your cock into my soaked pussy. Yes. Ohhhhhhhh."
Tom began losing it. He swallowed loudly, squeezed by my wet snatch.
I shut my eyes. I knew he was trembling; I could feel his shiver through my gorged pussy lips. My nipples bulging out at him, daring him to rotate his fingertips.
Tom went backward, elevating his hips, and worked his cock into me. "Push down, baby. Christ, you're tight. That pussy's really wrapped around my dick. Bring that sweet ass down to my balls."
"Ohhhh, you're really hard," I moaned. "Oh, God, it's massive, crammed into my pussy." I was filled with cock-lots of it. Sitting on something that substantial raised my pulse. I got hornier by the second, enjoying the occupation of that big dick.
I humped him wildly, moving at a frantic pace. My juicy snatch covered him again and again, clutching him as I sawed up and down that steep shaft. I whimpered when grasping that heavy trunk, then purred on my way to his bloated tip. My butt cheeks were smashed to those plump balls. When I had him entirely encased, I sobbed with ecstasy. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
"Fuck me, baby," he grunted. "Fuck me. Fuck me good."
My ass hopped, my tits flew and the pleasure was abundant. Sweat poured from his brow as I thrashed against him. I clung to him with my pussy, wielding a slippery grip on that thick shaft. My feverish exertions sent him into orbit, as evidenced by the glaze of his eyes, the twitching corner of his mouth and the absent caress of his large hands. He swelled inside me, growing yet further until there wasn't a gap left for him to strain.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I moaned, pounding steadily down on him, isolating myself from reality-from the studio, from the awaiting cast members and filming-and returning in a blind rage to this impaling cock. I sank my fingers into his shoulders. If Tom did not wish me to leave signs of our coupling, he shouldn't have pushed it. I wouldn't be straddling him in a sweltering delirium if he hadn't forced the issue of sex.
To neutralize my sexual greed, I lowered my inflamed nipples to his chest and dragged them across the rough patches of hair. Although this gave him a measure of satisfaction, it provided me untold luxury. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
Sweat poured from my body, dripping off my nipples and landing on Tom's fever-anguished body. I swung my hips back and forth, absorbing his entire shaft. I slid up and down, pumping my soaked pussy with his dick. Ecstasy reflected from my features.
"Yeah" I murmured, pushing down with my cunt, glowing. "Yeah, oh, yeah." It felt indescribable being filled by a man of his superb equipment.
I pelted his groin, gasping as my cunt lips opened up and swallowed him whole. My tits swung in his face. He tried to lick one of them, catching the very tip with his tongue. He fondled my ass, dragging me down until his barrel-headed tip was high in my cunt. He throbbed deep inside me.
"This is what you need," he grunted, fucking me with all he had. "I've got what you need."
He groped my tits, scooping them in a tremulous grip. We were really connected. He rammed into my creamy cunt, studying my reaction. His handsome face was contorted with lust. His deep, guttural voice alternated in pitch as I rose and fell onto his lap. I writhed and jerked, fucking his cock. My pussy lips enveloped his shaft like a pink velvet glove of vibrant flesh. It stimulated every inch of him with its constantly cock-clenching ability. I exercised remarkable muscle control, infusing his senses with white-hot energy. This was all quite apparent from his external response.
"Ohhh," I panted, "ohhhhhhh!"
Tom spotted that familiar look in my face. "You're gonna cum, aren't you?"
I nodded, my features intense.
"Then go for it, cream on me, cum on my dick." He grabbed me by the hips and fucked me hard, reaching deep into my pussy.
I moaned, then leaned back as far as I could until my nipples, the highest point of my body, swayed in the air. My body shook uncontrollably. "Oh, yes, yes!"
"I can feel it, baby, I can feel you cum. It's so good, isn't it? Yeah, you can't stop yourself. Do it, do it."
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh."
I was stunned by the power of my orgasm. My contractions were far stronger than those I normally experienced with others. I blinked back tears and reclaimed my senses several moments later. I dragged huge gulps of air into my lungs until my breathing steadied.
The intensity of my orgasm urged Tom to follow. His jizz shot into me with hot, pumping action. It looked as though he tried holding back. but the shivering momentum we attained precluded that from happening. We gave ourselves over to complete and lasting ecstasy.
"Uggghhhhhhhhh," he grunted, embracing me with those heavy-biceped arms. He spoke through clenched teeth, his eyes shut tight. "Uggghhhhhh. Jesus, I'm gonna cum so much, gonna flood your pussy."
He flooded me, right there on the sofa in his dressing room. When I lifted my sore pussy from his still-hard cock, I oozed with jism. It took quite a while for me to recover my balance and get accustomed to not having that large cock pounding into me.
Tom was so smug from that moment forward, that I refused to talk with him. I'm sure I was just another conquest for him.
I thought I'd seen the last of Tom after filming was completed for that show. Due to the popular demand of our viewers, he was asked to come back a second time. Our rating climbed another notch, and the producers, recognizing his potential, asked him to join our cast.
We never had sex again. I chalked it up to satisfy our curiosities. A repeat performance was unnecessary and without foundation. Neither of us expressed the desire to meet privately to pick up where we left off.
Tom rarely failed to show up on the set with his
CHAPTER TWO
It was a typical Saturday night at my place.
Liz Sutton and Shari Crawford, my two closest girlfriends, who also happened to be my co-stars on Sizzle Bay, came to watch the Winter Olympics with me. Dave Ross, another cast member, tagged along to provide acid comment to our girlish banter. Dave, essentially blond beefcake with glasses, could be counted upon to insert his macho wit, even at the expense of downgrading us. We tolerated it, all in good fun. Sitting with his Reebok-clad feet deposited on my two thousand dollar-wood table, he made himself comfortable while chugging a Michelob. Dave liked everyone to believe he was God's gift to women, but was cut down to size by us-his peers-when challenged. Dave mulishly capitulated. We suspected that he baited us with his sexist remarks, then abandoned position when we started to get pissed. Of course, this was all perpetuated with polished arrogance (i.e. "Oh, shut up. If you're going to be a bitch about it, have it your way. I still think it sucks."). On Sizzle Bay, he portrayed the college genius-a role that frequently went to his head. On the show, Dave's character was invariably overruled by the rest of us. Dave maintained he was never wrong, merely misinformed, and accepted an altered opinion with a cocky shrug.
What made him tolerable were his handsome "white bread" looks-a designation employed for a handsome blond actor with Ail-American looks. Dave was definitely of that ilk, but with a wicked slant. Take off those glasses, ruffle up that groomed hair a bit, and he was a very desirable guy. His boldness enhanced his appeal.
Liz, our British connection, sat beside me on my huge wall-flanking sofa. Similar to me, Liz was a luscious brunette with an angular body that looked tasty in a leotard and tights. She was without the jutting tits, but her bedroom blue eyes made up for that deficiency. Liz was of model quality: a very postured, classy, sexy girl. Her dark hair, shorter than mine, was tucked behind her ears and framed a face of flawless porcelain beauty. Her lips were thick and sensual, and had been known to capture the erotic imagination of our male viewers. Her clipped English accent endowed her with arousing diction; to watch those gorgeous lips move to utter her lines of dialogue was a visual feast. The word "fuck" rolling off her elegant tongue was given dark and delicious connotations.
Shari, known as the lovable "ditz," rounded off our feline trio. She personified the blonde, big-titted bimbo she depicted weekly. Although she was without a decent IQ, Shari had a talent for dissecting a man's character. Though it may have seemed she was ripe for exploitation, Shari's instincts were of deadly accuracy. If the three of us went out dancing, Shari would gravitate to the bar and attract all sorts of men; before the night was through, she could recite the names, titles, careers, financial status, educational background and any other pertinent data that one would find on a resume from memory-with a giggle.
In Shari's case, sex oozed from every pore. Her legs were long and lavish; I'd heard tell that their only missing ingredient-what goes between them-was gladly donated by our male fans in the form of Polaroid snapshots. We'd seen hard-ons that didn't even fit inside the picture.
The Winter Olympics was not an event any of us particularly enjoyed; our interest was supplanted by the fact that everything else of refreshing content was pre-empted. As dedicated artists of series television, we never flicked channels to check on our competition.
The women skaters were featured in this night's agenda. We'd already watched the first two young women amid Dave's ego-bashing critique. When the spotlight was given to the next figure-skating champ, Dave reserved his nastiest commentary. The world had known for the past few weeks that the perky little cutie, America's sweetheart, had been tormented by the specter of "another woman." Her boyfriend had publicly spurned her affections for another and glared defiantly in the eye of reporters. Her tear-stricken eyes and trembling lips were emphasized daily in newspapers and film clips. She had been the subject of every talk show, and the story splashed in all the tabloids, including Snitch.
"I feel badly for her," Shari said. "Her boyfriend's been pretty rotten to her."
"She deserves it," Dave sighed. "She's a better actress than any one of you."
"Watch what you say, Dave," I warned, "or we'll have to kick your ass."
Dave took a swig of his beer. "People are fickle. They believe shit when it's packaged by the media."
"Hey, there's her boyfriend sitting with his new girlfriend," Shari indicated.
"What a dick," Liz snarled.
"And there's the tear streaming down her cheek," Dave mocked.
I smacked Dave on the foot. "You're asking for it, pal."
He made no effort to retract his statement. "Yeah, I am," he back-talked with a smirk.
I wasn't going to take his shit, not even after two glasses of wine to anesthetize myself. I almost landed a second blow to his shin when I was arrested by a surge of lust. Gazing at him stretched out with his feet perched on my table, he looked pretty damn appetizing. His broad chest and arms-ample in muscle and dusted with hair-suggested tremendous virility. The jutting shape of his cock through his denim pants confirmed that impression.
"You're getting too big for your britches," I said huskily.
"You can say that again," he declared proudly, glancing down at himself.
A strong attraction took root. I felt the hunger build inside me. His sturdy limbs and impudent expression pierced me. "Think you can handle all three of us at one time, stud? Want to show us the man you really are?"
A strange frown settled over him. I'm not sure if it was excitement or skepticism. His cornflower-blue eyes went momentarily blank, taking on a glassy quality.
None of us have ever attempted such a session. Although we've teased Dave endlessly, sex never entered the picture. Oh, we might have flashed him a tit, mooned him, or let our fingers slither over his crotch-that was merely in jest. Dave always recognized the fun in it and didn't permit himself to get caught up in the snarl of lust. Whether the notion of actually fucking us entered his mind in the past was inconsequential; we were prepared to pursue our inquisitive nature with him.
Liz endorsed the "trouble" I was instigating. She crawled to the other side of him, bearing a sublime smile. Liz had dubbed herself my "wicked sister," her tastes mirroring mine to a fault. "What an excellent idea, Amber. Dave's always been quick with his mouth. Let's see if he measures up."
Shari rolled her eyes. "You're embarrassing him."
"I don't think so," I purred, my lips curving. "Mmmmmmmm. Are we tormenting you, Dave?"
Dave was pleasantly mute. The quickness of breath, his parted lips, his glazed eyes all came to our attention.
My fingers fluttered over his flat-board stomach, around his groin and over his sinewy thighs. Hmmmmmmmm. Was this what was required to get the man to shut the fuck up?
Dave's boastful disposition retreated. He permitted me to touch him in this highly stimulating manner. His legs remained propped on the table, but were easily moved at my insistence. They were heavy, but compliant. He stared at us expectantly, yielding to our control.
"Have you nothing to say, Dave?" I razzed. "Cat got your tongue?"
"Let's see what he's got," Liz mused, reaching for his zipper. Her long, slender fingers clasped the metal tag and pulled it down its track. We viewed the manly formation behind the burdened fabric with mounting anticipation. "Mmmmmmmm. I'm having a problem, girls. Think you can help?"
We all put our hands on it, even Shari. She might not have professed desire, but those lazy eyes of her registered interest. Three pairs of feline fingertips grazed over that inflammation point. I detected a hot quiver.
"What have you been hiding on us, Dave?" I whispered. "How dare you not share it. Who have you been giving it to? Lorna Patterson, perhaps?"
Dave simply swallowed roughly. He was stricken of speech.
I undid his button while Liz got his fly open. Shari skimmed his balls with a light, tantalizing caress. A tall, heavy cock was brought out. We licked our lips at its pulsating shape.
"Wow," Shari gasped, unable to conceal her arousal.
"We knew you were good for something, Dave," Liz gibed. "Look at that thing! What a mouthful!"
I stroked him with my fist. I could barely get my fingers around the entire shaft-he was that massive. We knew Dave had a big one (the swim trunks he wore on the set were tight and revealing), but never saw proof of its awesome size until now.
"Let's get his clothes off," I directed to the girls, then peered defiantly at him. "We want you naked."
Dave offered no protestation. He might be dumbfounded, but not resistant. I could tell, by his facial perspective, that we were enacting a secret fantasy. He probably didn't realize when he decided to stop by for television that the evening would end with a sex party and him the main course. Speaking his mind might have broken the spell; therefore, Dave remained silent.
His cock was rigid, standing huge between his legs. "Let's enjoy ourselves, girls," I murmured, tenderly tugging at it. "Tonight will be known as 'Behind the Scenes at Sizzle Bay.'"
"In depth," Liz suggested, with a corrupt leer.
"And totally uncensored," Shari embellished.
Dave clenched his fists. The wind was most assuredly taken out of his sails.
I placed my face an inch from his nose. "Are you willing to be our slave? Will you do as we command?"
Dave gulped loudly. "Do I have a choice?"
Liz let out her tongue and gave him a slurp. The second her saliva touched him, he flinched. His pleasure was given high visibility.
"I guess that answers it," I whispered, then put my mouth over his. Dave opened, allowing our tongues to meet. "Mmmmmmmm." I slid my hand into his shirt, exploring the solid contours of muscle. Dave had a smooth, impeccable chest. I enclosed his nipple in a sweet embrace. He shuddered beneath my drifting touch. I stilled his tongue with my mine. "Mmmmmmmm."
Liz would not be denied the succulence his cock offered. Her mouth descended upon him, taking that bulbous head between her puckering lips. She cupped his balls, letting them fill her palm. Her thumbs rotated over his male flesh, setting fire to submerged impulses.
Shari removed her blouse, baring those lust-starved nipples begging to be sucked. Her gorgeous tits rose and fell, signifying climbing agitation. The manner in which her lips parted and the sound of her soft exhalations informed us of her deep-rooted desires. I'm sure it stirred him to witness her frustration-and provoke the belief he could end it.
He arched his back and elevated a very stiff cock. Liz's warm spittle trickled down its length. The quake of anticipation presumably gathered in his balls and branched to every vessel. He appeared charged with sexual energy. Shari's large, flashing eyes were as much an excitant as her swollen nipples. He was obviously preoccupied with burying himself inside her restless, appetizing flesh.
"Want to fuck Shari?" I asked, petting him. "Would you like her juicy snatch sinking over your hard dick?"
Dave nodded. His glasses got fogged as his longing intensified. His pupils virtually shrank behind those plastic lenses. He barely repressed smacking his lips.
Sitting on Dave was plainly Shari's destination. Her panties slid over her shapely hips after hooking her thumbs under the elastic rim. Her gorgeous blond mound, with its hungry scent, emerged. She moved quickly to him, swinging her long leg over and depositing her ass in his lap. His shirt was ripped open frantically, negligent of its expense. Dave was too overcome to demonstrate concern.
"Jesus," Dave groaned as Shari smashed her big tits to his chest. The stiff peaks of her nipples left their voracious brand in his susceptible flesh.
Shari stifled his carnal response by planting her mouth at the base of his neck and sucking. Saliva collected at the spot, then gradually streamed down his shoulder.
"Oh, God," he gasped, shaking.
Liz relinquished her clothes next. Her deliciously lank form was rich with excitement. I saw affirmation of arousal in her distended nipples. Her waist was so tiny, I envisioned Dave encompassing it with both hands. Her bare ass made me horny, seeing it undraped. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I yearned for the nectar that dwelled between those skinny legs. .
Although last, I wasn't about to let the girls upstage me. I relished stripping for Dave's enjoyment. He managed to watch over Shari's shoulder as my fingers floated down the set of buttons that enclosed my blouse. I let the garment fall off of me to display my large, projecting breasts. Dave centered upon my inflamed nipples, but could not sustain his view the minute Shari concentrated her fierce suck on his neck. His vision ostensibly blurred. His eyes rolled up and his mouth went slack. The departure of his attention didn't faze me; I knew when I shed my panties, I would reclaim it.
The Olympics were soon forgotten; it served as background noise to our heavier breathing, tiny sobs and breathy moans.
I had on a pair of crotchless panties. The moment they surfaced after I took off my jeans, Dave gaped at me. The brown wisps surrounding my pussy sent him a scorching message. He could see I was wet-my lips were moist and glistening, ready to encircle that wide cock.
With a simper, I pinned back my juicy cunt lips to display my enlarged clit. I fingered it, surprised by the shower of tingles that seized me. Ohhhhhhhhh. Dave genuinely excited me. I wanted to fuck him and satisfy my curiosity of his prowess once and for all.
"Come on, baby," Shari whispered, taking possession of his throbbing cock. She lifted herself and aimed for her sopping entrance. Dave was still watching me when she wedged the swollen head between her drenched lips. She pushed down, covering that manly bulk.
Dave appeared giddy as she gradually absorbed him. "Christ," he muttered, his chin going up. "Uhhhhhhh."
Shan's nails sank into his shoulders as she struggled to keep her balance. Her eyes, which remained closed, opened when her cunt completely encased him; they were lustrous with perceptible joy. His balls were barely seen beneath her ass. She took a moment to savor her initial impalement before launching into a lazy, obliging rhythm.
"Ohhhhhhh," she moaned, rising and falling. "Ohhhhhhh."
Dave's cock, stiff with excitement, was at her disposal to receive those hot, juicy cunt lips. Liz and I both witnessed, with panting alertness, how rigidly it stood while Shari plunged upon him. The slick sounds that were made as her saturated flesh rubbed his thrilled us.
"Fuck," Dave gasped, overwhelmed by the tension Shari exerted. "Uhhhhhhhh. Yeah, baby. Fuck me. Fuck my big thing. Uhhhhhhhh."
A fierce hankering for his male flesh propelled me to him. I concentrated solely on him. That enormous dick of his bewitched me. I could not rid myself of the novelty of it slicing into Shari's snatch.
Liz and I situated ourselves between Dave's legs, watching him go into Shari's cunt. That heavy shaft and set of balls worked at a feverish rate, moving in tandem with Shari's spirited ass. We heard their gratified sigh at their established connection. Dave's cock got juicy from her abundant moisture.
I stroked Dave's muscled thigh, including Shari's smooth skin in my probe. His huge, strapping body inhabited a good portion of the sofa. I obtained pleasure from fondling people who were embroiled in fucking. I enjoyed feeling the tension that bombarded them while they were attached. I liked seeing Shari's pussy go down on Dave's cock, pressing hungrily and demanding at his thick stem. It pleased me to hear her hoarse cry when she did grind herself to him, deriving luxury from his impatient body.
"Yeah," Shari murmured. "Yeah, give it to me, baby. Give it to me. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Dave provided her what she needed, bracing himself for her abandoned assault. His stiff cock, protruding from her hungry cunt lips, offered what was necessary to bring her to orgasm.
"Keep going," he muttered. "Keep going. Move that pussy. Yeah. Fuck me good, baby. Fuck me with all you've got. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhh. More. Up and down that thing-make it all juicy with your cunt. Christ."
I decided to test his reflexes and began licking his balls. I detected that first shudder, then effected a steady lap. Shari's juices spiced my tongue. Their tang encouraged me. I included some of her stretched pink flesh in my saliva-coated journey. That cum-sticky pussy reached for my mouth and worshipping tip. I devoted a few seconds to dispatching some of the excess. Shari oozed over my flavor-sensitive palate. Mmmmmmmm. I could have stopped right there and sucked her dry-but I opted to give Dave a salivary treat. I distributed hot spit to those lush balls. My efforts were appreciated, verified by the guttural sounds he emitted.
"Yeah," he grunted, digging into Shari. "Oh, yeah. Lick them. Suck on them. Oh, Jesus."
Dave pounded Shari's cunt. Her anguished cries spurred him. When she showed signs of wear, he gripped her ass and jammed himself through those passion-tightened lips. Her low, sexy voice, previously thick with arousal, evolved into whimpers. Dave's balls jerked in my oral clasp as he rammed his cock home.
"Oh, God," she moaned. "Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhh."
Shari's wail was cut short by that last thrust Dave took. She tilted her head back, dropping her mouth open and uttering a wordless cry. Her nipples were fully distended, charged with stimulation.
Dave stared harshly at her, willing her to cum. Shari, unable to control herself, embarked into a series of contractions that sapped her strength. She was much too weak to continue, slumping in Dave's lap.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," she gasped as Liz and I pulled her off. Shari didn't have the will to oppose us. "Ohhhhhhhhh."
I took her place. I could scarcely wait for my turn on that cunt-pleasing cock. I surrounded Dave's waist with my thighs, elevating myself over that towering shaft. I fanned through the sparse matting on his chest, quivering at its texture between her fingers. His chest was firma network of solid muscle that electrified my senses. Further exploration brought heightened pleasure. His stomach didn't have an inch of flab. and remained still as I roamed beyond his navel. Dave retained his calm; he behaved as though he hadn't just fucked Shari.
I bypassed his swollen cock and groped the sturdy flesh of his thighs. In any other man, I would expected a ticklish reaction-but not Dave. He failed to register the slightest amusement with the path I elected. He permitted me total license to pursue my curiosity.
"I'm not going to be as easy," I promised him. "You're going to have to work up a sweat before you finish me off."
"We'll see," he muttered.
My small feminine hands against his well-developed body promoted wanton behavior. I grew anxious fondling him. An inner anxiety commanded me to get even closer to him, summoning an impetus that made my cells hum.
He studied me intently, his pupils dark and glaring, his Adam's apple rippling. When my perfectly shaped nipples swelled, I saw his seizure of lust. He moistened his parched lips with his tongue. His breathing became uneven.
"Put me inside you," he commanded.
"Not yet."
He reached between his legs, but I slapped his hand. "Come on, Amber," he grumbled, "you're teasing me."
I was infatuated with his hungering gaze. "You want me, don't you."
"Yeah."
I recognized his ache for me. My pussy settled upon his rock-hard abdomen and smeared him with my nectar-rich juices. Behind my sweet tush, his dick stood throbbing in the air. My narrow hips and skinny body didn't appear compatible for a man of his lumbering size. Naturally, I knew better. I loved big men. Taking something that large and stiff in my pussy meant unrelenting pleasure.
I dragged my nipples through the wiry mesh of his chest. The scratchy prickle thrilled me. I descended upon him, letting my tits settle upon brawny muscle before dragging them over and over its fabulous stretch.
"God," I whispered, "you're all man."
I bent over him, gazing into his eyes. He stared back, insolently, daring me to proceed.
Dave fought back the flood of stimulation. I was hot-too hot. He thought he was going to explode against my velvety skin, thinking about this whirlpool of steamy action. In the end, he couldn't resist me.
I turned to Liz. "Take him down your throat."
Obediently, Liz dabbed at his balls. She licked him in her unforgettable style, curling her tongue and dispensing oral bliss. I felt the warmth of her breath against my ass. "This is your lucky night, Dave," she said. "We're going to clean your pipes but good."
"Oh, yeah," he gasped, letting that sizzling saliva sheath him. His bottom lip trembled. "More, baby. More."
Her soft moan of contentment sounded between his legs. Liz's prod lent to his satisfaction. "Mmmmmmmm," she purred, whipping him into a frenzy.
"Do you like getting your cock sucked by Liz?" I quipped, wriggling my hard nipples against that solid chest. "We've given you two sensations: one in Shari's snatch, the other in Liz's mouth. Which do you prefer?"
David was much too involved with what Liz was doing to reply.
"Shari, honey, how about giving poor Dave a little more of your time?" I recommended.
Shari, recovering from her sexual daze, molded her delectable curves alongside him. Her lips whispered by his ear and throat. She attached herself and sensuously sucked his flesh.
In all cases, we didn't leave passion bruises. As actors, we respected each other's appearance. Our sucking was enough to rock one's senses, to shake one's foundation-nothing more.
"Jesus," Dave gasped, his eyeballs revolving in their sockets. Shari's suck fragmented his sanity. Her erotic efforts were an infusion to one's faculties. He clenched his fists and trembled. He wanted to put his rock-stiff cock in my pussy now, without delay. I could tell, from his tortured expression, that waiting another second would be agony.
"You want to sink into my soft, juicy squish, don't you, baby?" I whispered. "You want to fuck my brains out."
Dave nodded, looking fierce. "Get me in you, right now." He filled his hands with my ass. "Come on, Amber. Sit on me."
Liz licked Dave's balls, moving around them slowly. "Mmmmmmm," she purred. "I can smell Shari on you."
Dave, growing tense, slumped against the sofa. Liz's oral vibrations drove him mad. "Christ. Uhhhhhhhhh."
"Go ahead, Amber," Shari prompted. "Give him some snatch. He's a great fuck. He made me cum so hard. Ohhhhhhhhh. I'm still aching from it." She stroked his arm, mewling. "You went so deep, spearing through me. Ohhhhhhh. I want to sit on that big cock again."
As her eyes traveled along Dave's sturdy, hair-sprinkled thighs and swollen dick, Liz wanted him in her mouth. The stark contrast between male and female flesh roused her appetite. She had just blown him, but had an unshakable taste for that lusty shaft.
Liz gave fantastic head. Those lips of hers were made for sucking cock. The manner in which they clasped and molded to a big thing got my juices flowing. It wasn't just those sensual lips locking about a thick member-it was the "zing" she did with her eyes while sucking, plus the hot breath she vented.
Liz's lips parted and she worked his fuck monster down her throat. I craned my head to see him disappear into her gaping orifice. Her response to him was written all over her face. The blush in her cheeks, the sparkle in her eyes relayed how good he tasted.
Dave shook with gratification. "Oh Christ, yeah, suck it, make it big and strong for Amber. Use your mouth, baby, suck it tight. Yeah. Feel that fuck power trapped between your sweet lips. Ahhhhhhhh. Maybe you'll come sit on me, too. Yeah. I'll fuck you stupid." Liz drove him insane with her tickling pucker, but he was careful not to cum. We elevated him into a highly charged atmosphere.
"Are we hot enough for you, Dave?" I teased. "Are you getting what you need?"
"No matter how long I have to wait, I'm going to fuck you," he whispered in my ear. "And you're going to enjoy every ramming second of it."
Hmmmmmm. His intent was clear: he wanted to save it for my hot pussy. I guess we had to build up to that moment. I certainly didn't want to disappoint the poor boy.
The urge to pick up my nice little ass and impale myself on his rigid cock dominated my thoughts. It took every ounce of my willpower not to share my juicy sweetness with him-at least, not yet.
My tits floated close to his face. My protruding nubs mesmerized him-even through the sweat and Liz's feverish suck. I leaned toward his mouth, tempting him to catch one. He let out his tongue and slopped saliva over the pointed tip.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh," I gasped, loving it.
My impassioned response was to cram that globe of billowy flesh into his mouth. He fastened his lips to it, sucking madly.
"Ohhhhhhh," I sobbed, slipping my fingers through his blond hair. He made me moan and quiver, lapping that tasty nipple. His limber tongue whipped it into submission. I endured his pleasing punishment, remaining in position until I gulped for air. Dave gave me cause to enjoy his mouth even more than his hands.
"Look at him suck on her," Shari directed. "Wow. That tongue goes pretty fast."
Liz ignored her directive. She was far too engrossed in slobbering over Dave's throbbing member. She murmured nasty nothings to it, then wrapped her lips about him and effected a hot, unwavering suck. "Mmmmmmmmm."
"Ohhhh," I whimpered, overheated from his endeavors. "Yes, suck that tit, scrape your teeth against it, ohhhhhhhh, feels good, so good. Ohhhhhhh, suck hard. Dave, with all you've got. Ohhhhhhhhh." My pussy rubbed frantically over his stomach, furnishing juicy friction that wouldn't quit.
Shari murmured, "Are you gonna fuck him, Amber? Let's see you work that big cock of his into your pussy. Come on, honey. Fuck him good, like I did. Make him cum, shoving your pussy at his dick. Yeah, he wants to feel that wet cunt pulsating around him. Let him pump you, Amber. It'll feel great. You'll love it and cum so hard while he's stroking your clit." She ran her hands over and over him, gasping at the swell of muscle. The solid tone of his body was inflammatory. She quivered at the sight of his complete arousal, prompted by hands, mouths, itchy female flesh.
Liz wet down Dave's cock with a hot saliva bath. Her lips engaged his palpitating length with whispery smoothness. "Mmmmmmmm," she moaned, taking huge mouthfuls of dick. Her gorging made his satisfaction surge to new heights.
His brain seared with thoughts of abandoning his cool and erupting in a fit of anxious joy. Liz's lips enveloped him, followed by lazy, indulgent slurps that altered into fast whips of her tongue.
Oh, yeah," he mumbled, his head swaying as his delirium was buttressed by her gobbling receptacle. "Give me more of that, keep doing it, baby. Stuff your face with cock. Don't stop, more, take more. Suck me, swallow me, eat it-yeah."
Liz's stimulation climbed with each hungry pucker. She stole a glance at my succulent pink snatch placed inches from Dave's engorged cock. Her wriggling tongue retreated. "Come on, Amber. Let's see you two connect. I want to watch him go into you from back here. I want to see his dick slide into your moist snatch.
Close-up penetration, right by her face, so she could lick us both, I mused. I ached for that experience, too. I wanted to sit on the part of Dave that teemed with excitement. "Does his cock look ready to fuck again?"
Liz traced the plump middle vein of its underside. "I would definitely say so. Mmmmmmmmmm."
I scooped up my tits, thumbing the nipples. A hot shiver raced right through me. Ohhhhhhhhh. I was thoroughly aroused by the sight of his sweat-dripping face, his depleted will. "Had enough, Dave? Ready for your first taste of my sweet pussy?"
"You're a bitch, Amber," he grumbled.
"I'm just trying to supply you with the best sex you've ever had," I whispered, then kissed him hotly on the lips. As reparation for his immediate frustration, I pushed my limber tongue into his mouth. Dave quickly nabbed it, binding me with his arms. The strength of his embrace winded me. "Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, yes. Oh, Dave."
Liz detached her suctioning lips and prepared to make her fantasy take shape. My butt twitched against Dave as though electrified. She clasped my ass cheeks and hoisted me above his throbbing flesh.
I sobbed at Liz's touch. I wasn't equipped for the titillation it provided. I immediately knew it was Liz and not Dave positioning me. Those hands were definitely female-soft, sweeping, enticing.
I allowed Liz's manipulation. I knew where it would ultimately lead. Dave looked so sexy I could barely wait to have him inside me. I lowered my tits to his chest and once again dragged my lust-starved nipples through his scattered matting. That hot, scratchy feeling really turned me on! Having that hard dick near my pussy was sheer torture.
And then, Liz eased my butt so that Dave's fat cockhead was wedged between my pussy lips. I hadn't expected that sudden, blunt hardness. Before I could totally prepare herself.
Liz pushed down.
"Ohhhhhhh, oh, God!" I cried out. Air was plucked from my lungs. My mouth dropped open, features contorted. "Ohhhhhhhhh, Dave. Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhh!"
"It's okay," Shari soothed. Her hand swept over my trembling shoulder. "It only hurts for a moment. Relax and let it into your pussy. Let it go where it belongs and feels best."
Too many sensations assaulted me-more than my brain could process. That splitting ache between my legs as Dave sank into my cunt was just the beginning. Liz's fingers slithered across my flesh, urging me to take more of that thing into my pussy. Shari was present at my side, encouraging me with silken whispers, butterfly kisses and hot fondling.
Dave looked tense as he entered my sweltering, grabbing cunthole. It must have felt incredible, shoving himself into that moist, snug warmth. He ran his hands over me, reassuring me with physical contact. His dick enabled much of that vital communication. He dug his heels into the bed and pushed up to meet my fabulous constriction gripping his cock.
"See what you've been depriving yourself of, Amber," he gasped, pumping me with that monster. "Oh, yeah. How does it feel, baby? Do you like it? Want more?"
"Ohhhh, ohhhhhh," I wailed, receiving that large member in my sluiced pussy. It drove high, until his balls were ground to my juicy cunt lips. I wasn't certain what it was going to be like, fucking this enormous column, but the three people huddled to me made the experience as pleasurable as possible.
Dave's body was deliciously firm and muscled. Nothing, however, was quite as hard as what kept sliding in and out of my pussy. Ohhhhhhh. I humped his thing with all the energy I conserved. I worked his cock through my clutching pussy lips, moaning as I consumed it. Ohhhhhh. After several moments, the pain receded and luxury was had.
Shari's sensuous lips covered Dave's mouth, and from the throat movements, I gathered their tongues were at play. Shari moaned as she kissed Dave, her squeals escalating. I could see how rigid Shari's nipples got and how shaky she was. The girl vibrated with need and want all over again.
From behind, Liz's tongue nudged my tenacious cunt lips as they clamped, then absorbed Dave's shaft. She licked us collectively, appearing to enjoy every inch of skin she moistened.
"Mmmmmmmm."
"Ohhhhhhhh."
I pumped down on Dave's cock, rejoicing in its measurement and power. My climb to pleasure was relatively short. I was undisturbed about expressing myself as I rose and fell on Dave. I was demonstrative, heated-picking up my tits and pinching my nipples to let out the steam building inside me. Ohhhhhhh. There was no faking orgasm, either. What I felt deep in the pit of my groin was authentic. I accepted this as the only true form of gratification. I moved faster, snapping my hips, charging toward him with my hungry snatch.
"Yeah," Dave groaned after Shari took away her tongue. He trembled as she rode him faster and faster, her lips curving in ecstasy. Her warm, cushiony snatch encased him. Her mounting sobs were music to his ears. Her frail body bucked against him, sending his dick further into her squishy recesses. Liz was exceptional. "Come on, fuck it, fuck that cock. Go for it, Amber. Treat yourself: sink on it, take me deep, make it all juicy with your snatch. Ahhhhhhhhh. Fuck me good, baby. Fuck me good."
My breathing got rough as I approached orgasm. My oxygen supply seemed nearly exhausted. "Ohhhhhhh."
Dave groaned as my sweet body bounced on him, having the scorching heat of my nipples sear his aroused flesh. I neared his face, emitting short, strangled gasps. The air was compressed from my diaphragm as I moved my hips. My sluiced cunt continued to fuck his dick, wild with passion.
"Oh, God, ohhhhhhh!"
In a flash, I devoured his mouth, making my exhilaration known. I forced my hot exhalations into him while my pussy perpetually established itself on his hard cock. The friction we generated sharpened dramatically. The result was electric, thrilling-deliciously hot.
Dave sweltered beneath my horny body, probably thinking about how he was going to spend himself in that encompassing warmth between my legs. With his cock smashed inside my pussy, there was no other outlet for his hot cum. I certainly wasn't going to detach myself when he climaxed so he would splatter Liz's nose and cheeks with his creamy goo.
Liz watched and lapped the two of us locked together. Dave was making her hot and juicy, merely gazing at him. She evidently wanted her turn, greasing his cock with her well-lubricated snatch. In the interim, she attacked my love bud with her tongue. Her whips were irreversible, reaching for the honeyed nectar that spurted in excess. If her clit tasted nearly as good as my snatch, serious heaven would be in store for Liz. I intended to return the favor.
Shari agonized over not having something with which to occupy her mouth. She scrambled frantically beside my writhing flesh, finding no opportunity to attach herself to Dave.
She was seized by my blatant sexuality and switched gears. Observing my abandoned movements and uninterrupted splendor, inspiration apparently blossomed within Shari's lust-clouded mind. Her imagination was delightfully stimulated. The more she saw me panting, the thirstier she got.
"Doesn't he feel nice in your pussy?" Shari murmured, stroking my naked flesh. "You love his big dick. I can see how you're responding to it, letting him fuck you, taking it all into your cunt." My pinched expression, sweat-drenched body was occasioned by the pleasure I took. Shari identified my feverish response as what she herself had experienced. "Yes, baby, enjoy it, it was phenomenal. Dave may have a big mouth, but he also has a big dick. He's all man."
"Ohhhhhhh," I moaned, releasing Dave's mouth. I was in complete agreement with Shari. Impaling myself on Dave was a trip to ecstasy I would not be denied. Ohhhh. I never suspected Dave was going to be this fabulous. He didn't merely let me sit on him-he fucked back with all he had. He fed me some delicious, punishing strokes. Ohhhhhhhhh. I gladly took them. They felt so good, I didn't want him to stop. My eyes rolled up into my sockets as I was fed that massive hard-on. He plowed deep into my snatch, filling me with that long, solid cock. Ohhhhhhhh. "Fuck me, fuck me," I moaned, snaring that heavy shaft in my savory grip. "Ohhhhhhh. Oh, yeah, baby, fuck me good." I smacked my pussy lips to his groin, gorging him with hot squish. "Ohhhhhhh, I can't stop myself. I want more. I don't want it to end. It feels so good."
Shari surveyed my lush nudity as I sprang up, displaying my heavy tits. My nipples were pronounced, throbbing. Shari could no longer remain a bystander when her brain screamed for her to become a participant.
She zeroed in on one of my nipples and stuffed it into her mouth.
"Ohhhhhh!" I cried out, torn between two warring sensations. I clawed my nails and raked through the hair that lined Dave's flesh. I gouged him as Shari sucked harder and harder. Dizzying pleasure conflicted with my balance. Soon, I was consigned to paradise.
"Mmmmmmm," Shari moaned, adoring my nipples. She slobbered them with her pointed tongue.
"Oh, God, oh, Shari, yes," I responded, jerking my hips to a wild, unheard beat.
I was on fire. I was out of control. My arousal was total, extending to all directions of attack. I was stunned by a wealth of stimulation. Dave's dick continued to grind my pussy to mush while Shari's nimble tongue lashed my swollen nuggets. I made a swift approach to that point of no return.
"Ohhhhhhhh!" I cried, cumming. "Ohhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhh!"
Dave could only stand to watch my convulsion for the first few seconds. My ravaged features blurred as he was overtaken by orgasm. The sight of feeding Shari my nipples bore a powerful effect. He squirted his goo into my hot flesh that covered him, letting it jet into my succulent clutch. Gradually, he closed his eyes, mentally shattered.
"Ugghhhhhh, ugghhhhh, uhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Shari sobbed as she held fast to my spasming flesh. My erotic vibrations were like an aphrodisiac. I lost my sense of gravity as the storm in my body gathered force.
Liz slurped some of Dave's cum as it gushed from my cunt. The amount that oozed from my tight pink rim was plentiful. Dave had quite a lot to give. Dreamily, she ate it.
Several moments later, I had no inclination to dismount him. I wanted to stroke Dave back to hardness with my horny snatch and enjoy its thick massage. The effects of him were long-lasting.
"Are you man enough for another round, Dave?" I said when the lump in my throat subsided. I had been so stimulated, speech had been impossible. I shifted back and forth, urging him to grow. "Can you handle it?"
After having weathered our assault, Dave didn't seem the least bothered. "I'd love to fuck Liz and have you sit on my face."
I raised my brow. "That might prove interesting. Do you feel like sitting on him, Liz?"
"God, yes," she enthused.
"I think Shari ought to prepare my snatch for your mouth," I mentioned. "I'm all full of your cum, and I know Shari relishes the taste."
"Mmmmmm," Shari gasped. "Let me lick it out of you."
I let her arms encompass me, then pull me from Dave's semi-erect cock. I moaned as we disengaged. Jesus. Dave planted a gnawing ache that wouldn't go away. His cum-gooey cockhead popped out of me, precipitating a gush of jism that flowed from my engorged lips. It was a mess.
Shari was on me before I stained my sofa. Her mouth quickly covered my inflamed snatch and went about slurping the surplus at a maddening rate. Whether it was my flavor she sought, or Dave's, was irrelevant-she simply indulged herself.
CHAPTER THREE
I walked on the set the following day with a mischievous streak. Dave, understandably, was worn out and kept mostly to himself. He wasn't about to brag about our adventure the previous night. The other cast members rarely divulged much of their private life while we were busing working.
Tom McVoy, however, didn't go along with the pack. He strode past the cameras with his little sex kittens in tow. I remembered, when I gave him that blow job in his dressing room, how he thought he was top stud from that day forward. Tom never missed an opportunity to broadcast his virility in my face. I had to maintain my sense of humor-even if the bimbos who tagged along were of succulent quality. Today, he had a redhead and a blonde, with measurements to die for. Their large, pendulous tits were hardly restrained from movement. A quick glance disclosed that they shaved their crotches; the skimpy bottoms were cut much too low for that allowance. To accentuate their natural assets, they donned scant bikinis. Since we were filming on the beach, their form of dress was quite acceptable by studio standards. They rather blended with the scenery. I wondered if Tom promised them walk-in parts if they sucked his cock. Given his lofty ego, it wouldn't have surprised me in the least.
Tom, resplendent in a pair of typical Hawaiian trunks (his claim to fame; merchandisers cashed in on the popularity of his suit of choice), instructed them to wait for him behind the designated camera marks, then joined me and the director for a quick briefing.
"You're late, Tom," Norman Price advised before sketching our scene.
"Sorry," he said, flashing his signature smile. "I had a pretty busy night."
"Haven't we all," I murmured loud enough for others to hear. A whoop of laughter went up among the technicians.
My declaration, though a valid one, failed to capture his attention. Tom didn't freely permit others to steal his thunder. He completely shut me out, rather than consign a morsel of respect.
Norm wasn't about to admonish him. Sizzle Bay's celebrated male heart throb and top draw would never answer to such charges. Whenever an ad was run in the TV Guide about our show, Tom's face generally dominated the page. We were evenly matched in terms of fan mail; if our bags were weighed, they would tip the scales at a close tie. I couldn't get him canned if my life depended on it.
Liz and Shari shared my contempt for him. They vented ugly expressions whenever the camera wasn't rolling, and had been known to flip him the finger. Tom simply waved it off; his personal nobility automatically discounted such forms of malice. Chants of "mother-fucker" and "dick" drifted from their general direction when Tom thumbed his nose at them.
Norm, attempting to maintain the peace, ignored their squawk, my bitchiness and Tom's tardiness, and went forth with the scene. The scene was set at an outdoor cafe, where Tom's character, Bill, and my character, Tracy, were having a romantic interlude.
I had to call upon all my acting talents to seem convincing. Spitting in his face would have been a hell of a lot easier.
Our fans would have been shocked at my true feelings for Tom. I believed I hid them well. Bill and Tracy were the Ken and Barbie of Sizzle Bay. We kissed passionately for the cameras and emanated sexual attraction to the best of our abilities, but after the director yelled, "Cut," we ran in opposite directions. The fact that our dislike for each other was off the record, I believed, transcended the barriers of authenticity.
I had my lines memorized; Tom had to occasionally refer to the cue cards. If I got caught sneaking a peak, I'd be razzed something silly (men, naturally, didn't get slammed for the small details). It was idiosyncratic for me to never to forget a line; I had a reputation for having a steel-trap mind. Tom's flubs, on the other hand, were not only expected, but were thought to add realism to the story.
Ha! My ass!
"Tracy," Tom said after the camera focused in on us and he took my hand, "I think it's time our relationship takes another step forward."
My crystal blue eyes were radiant as I gazed at him. Viewers might have thought it love, but believe me, it was my contacts. "What do you mean, Bill?"
Out of his pocket came an engagement ring. He displayed it for a moment before slipping it on my finger. "Will you marry me, Tracy? Will you become my wife?"
While young women across the country would be wiping tears of happiness from their eyes, and the young men would be high-fiving each other, I managed to work a smile over my clenched teeth. "Oh, honey, it's beautiful. Ohhhhh. I thought you'd never ask."
Just as my gushing proclamation was made, our waiter finally appeared-a blond stud in a tight pair of shorts and a tight T-shirt practically painted on his body. "May I get you anything?"
Without missing a beat, I gave him an exaggerated once-over with my eyes, a curve of my lips, and said, "How about a pair of dry panties?"
"Cut!" Norm yelled. "Jesus, Amber, I thought it was going to be a great take and you fucked it up!"
"What do you mean?" I asked, feigning stupefaction. . "I thought it sort of added ... real ism. Know what I mean?" I winked at him, repressing the smile.
"I just propose to you and you drool over the waiter?" Tom couldn't keep from mentioning. "Right."
"Are you condemning my sense of artistic expression?"
"You have to receive all the attention, don't you, Amber?" he sighed, then winked at his little gaggle of admirers.
One of the girls mouthed the words, "I want you, now!"
He mouthed back, "Later."
"God!" I groaned. "Somebody take my temperature. I think I'm gonna barf."
"Want some soda?" Liz called out to me.
"What you need is a good fuck," he muttered under his breath. "And something to keep that mouth busy."
"I had that last night." I sassed back. "And believe me, I actually felt like there was a man inside me for a change."
He grinned. "What did you use? A cucumber?"
Tom's remark went beyond redemption. "Fuck you!" I shrieked.
A camera flashed on the set. I knew, instinctively, one of those Snitch reporters snuck on our set and was getting a scoop.
"Hey!" bellowed one of the technicians. "You're not authorized."
"No shit," the man said, then gave them the slip.
Norm buried his face in his folded hands. "I think I have a headache."
"You could try getting along with him," Steve Saunders, my agent, mentioned later that evening at my place. "You make your personal feelings too much of a public display."
I shrugged. "He pisses me off with those little groupies of his. They slobber all over him. If anybody's making an ass of himself, it's Tom."
We sat in front of my fireplace, Steve plopped on the sofa, me stretched across my bearskin rug. I stared into the flames, conjuring up an image of Tom McVoy, then inserting Voodoo needles through his eyes. After subjecting myself to that kind of aggravation for several moments, I turned to Steve. His handsome, scholarly face eclipsed my view. Steve had dark brown hair, wore horn-rimmed glasses and looked like an accountant. He also happened to be one of Hollywood's hottest agents. Steve mastered the art of negotiation, in my book.
"You've got to put forth an effort, Amber," he insisted. "Perhaps an act of good will to reverse the negative impressions."
"What would you like me do?" I snipped. "Suck his dick on the set?"
Steve sighed and leaned his head back in the chair. He understood only too well what a sarcastic little bitch I could be.
Mmmmm. The very sight of Steve thrilled me-so much that my hostility gradually receded. He wore a pair of white slacks and a striped shirt, with the top buttons undone. That wealth of dark brown hair curling around his neck had me licking my lips. Steve and I didn't fuck often, but when we did, it was a session for my memoirs.
I was determined to maintain my composure. I didn't want to appear too obvious.
"I'm sorry," I murmured, crawling over to him and resting my hand on his thigh. "I can't help that Tom makes me crazy. I suppose I'll swallow my pride and handle it."
Steve gazed at where my fingers were stationed. We both knew how easy it was for me to float over his crotch. Steve's troubled expression had been a fixture since he walked through my front door; a new, changed countenance seemed to filter through.
"Sizzle Bay's rating are at their all-time high," he remarked, visibly striving to ward off some of the excitement I stirred in him. "Either this popularity wave is going to continue, or be on the decline. Your option is to ride with it-or seek a new vehicle."
"I like playing Tracy," I contended. "She may be shallow, but she's got a great wardrobe."
He laughed. My closet was crammed with every kind of fashionable bikini in existence. It was also a reminder of my constantly boasting every inch of permissible flesh. Steve had seen past the tan lines.
Being close to one another ignited a warm, pleasant feeling. I detected Steve's willingness to be with me. I was very conscious of his masculine presence. My eyes traced his virile profile, his arms hewn with muscle, his powerful thighs. Cod, what a man! I thought. I tried to glimpse the area of his crotch, wondering if I would see some sign of the delicious cock I knew him to have.
"I realize the pains you go through to keep things running smoothly," I said, stroking his leg. "You have my best interests in mind."
"I do what I can," he murmured, stimulated by my magic fingers. His eyes closed for a brief moment, then studied the progress they made from his knee to his upper thigh. "We've got to work as a team."
"I'd say I get more than the fifteen percent I pay you." I caressed him, applying a feathery touch. Steve watched, not moving a muscle. "Some women don't realize a good agent when they have one. Especially one who gives enormous pleasure."
I moved my hand between his legs. My fingers brushed his crotch. I rubbed him, my eyes never wavering.
Steve swallowed roughly. He hadn't expected my to reach for his cock this soon. "Jesus, Amber-"
I felt him getting hard. The material beneath my fingers strained and tightened. The heat from his dick made my mouth dry. "Tom McVoy gave me a bit of advice today I'm about to follow."
"What's that?"
"He told me I need to get fucked. I think he's right. I need it bad."
"Christ," Steve was hoarse. My insistent fingertips dismantled his willpower. We had dozens of private meetings together that did not conclude with sex; veering in that direction was always an exciting departure.
I was engulfed with weakness as I got up and sat on his lap. Steve was breathing heavily, running his large hands over my sweet body. I moaned at his touch. His fingers delved into me with raw urgency, squeezing my ass. I saw that he wanted me to continue my intoxicating grope. I lowered my hands to the swell in his pants, massaging the pronounced shape of his cock and balls. His hard-on was stiff as a bone. I ground my palms to it, trembling at the electric impulses it generated. He lifted himself in his seat, urging me to fondle his thing. His movements were rough, labored. We both panted in each other's face. His gasps echoed in the room, along with the rustling of our clothes.
Slowly, he began dragging me to the floor. He spread me out across that bearskin rug, gasping in my face. His glasses fogged from my warm exhalations. He ground the outline of his swollen shaft to my soft, vulnerable mound. I was susceptible to that rough, digging sensation. Ohhhhhhhh. I wiggled against it, deriving momentary satisfaction from that hot friction. I wished it wasn't in his pants-but buried in my snatch.
"Wait," I protested softly. "Let me go get my vibrator. I want to give you a surprise."
"Can't worry about that now, babe," he grunted, fumbling with his zipper. He pulled his cock out of his pants, not failing to draw my delighted puff. It was every bit as large as I remembered, extending from his fist. He pumped it, charged with thrills. "I've got to get this inside you."
I shivered. I knew it was going to feel great. Getting fucked by such an enormous cock would make for a gratifying evening.
Steve's dick waved angrily at me, hard and thick. He beamed confidence as my panties were yanked down my slim thighs. He touched my pussy, gasping as he drank in its appetizing sight. He thumbed the furry cunt lips, then used his thumb to separate them. A trickle of hot juice slithered onto him.
I swallowed hard, enjoying being handled in such a frank manner. Steve didn't have a problem presenting his sensual side when alone with me.
My thoughts were fragmented by Steve's mouth as it enclosed mine. He inserted his tongue, probing my warm confines. I felt my very air supply being sucked. His kiss was dizzying, exhilarating. He was on top of me, covering me with his man's body.
"Oh, Steve," I whispered, tingling all over. My nipples protruded through my T-shirt.
"You sweet baby," he muttered.
He let me grope his dick. It pulsed heavily in my grip. Ohhhhhhhh. I started to push it between my legs. The crackling flames in the fireplace and the lush glow of the room accented the romantic element. "Come on, baby, fuck me-fuck me now."
Involuntarily, he jerked away. "Not yet. I want to give you a little head before we get going. I've been thinking about having that pussy in my mouth all evening. I'll warm it up, babe. A little tonguing will get you ready for my big dick."
Before I could stop him, he plowed his face into my crotch. It was splendid. Steve knew exactly what it took to make me go from zero to sixty when using that limber tip. I responded to its first, tickling slurp. Ohhhhhhhh. A wonderful wet tickling took hold. His tongue lapped skillfully at my clit, tracing my cunt lips. I shivered with delight, basking in this refreshing and spectacular sensation. It was fabulous, I thought, throwing my head back, letting out excited moans. Lovingly, I stroked his head, watching his tongue work furiously. He made my pussy so wet. Juice was in abundance, paving the way for his entry. The aroma of cunt filled the air, its musky scent intensifying my pleasure. My fingers dug into his scalp as a different feeling came over me: a marvelous, vitalizing rush that mounted, building in intensity.
"Steve," I panted, "please, don't stop."
"You're going for the full ride," he chuckled, then dove into my cunt with renewed determination. His tongue was an ecstasy-seeking tool, steering me toward regions of unexplored indulgence.
His dizzying whips replenished the juices that seeped in profusion. I felt the pressure of his lips as he enclosed my succulent flesh and sucked with everything he had. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I thought I would go insane.
I caressed my rock-hard nipples, bringing them to full erection. Scooping up my tits, I squeezed them with all my might. My cunt rocked in Steve's face. He received it with complete delectation.
"You like when I suck your pussy, eh?" Steve enjoyed my frenzied twisting. He had every intention of giving me more of his hot, willing tongue.
I was unable to contain my excitement. "Oh, yes! Yes! You're the best, baby. The best I've ever had. Ohhhhh. Go down on me. Eat it. Lick my pussy."
He grinned, acknowledging the compliment. "The little lady deserves a treat for realizing that."
If I thought Steve perceptive in causing this fiery reaction, then I was dumbfounded by his ability to almost provoke a loss of consciousness. His urgent movements between my legs escalated my pleasure. I arched my back, receiving his hot licks. I smeared his face with pussy, drenching wet. His tongue darted in and out with uncontrolled zeal, lapping my clit, then exploring areas that made my hips jerk wildly in his grip. Each slurp accentuated my joy.
"Oh, God," I exhaled sharply. "You really know how to get me there, fast! Ohhhhhhhhhh. I'm going to cum, baby. I'm going to cum-"
The muscles in my legs tightened. Air hissed from between my clenched teeth. Oxygen was immobilized in my lungs. I felt lightheaded, feverish-then an overpowering series of spasms wracked my body. I became victim to some staggering seizure, one I wanted to last and last.
"Ohhhhhh," I whimpered, clawing at Steve's head. His tongue never slackened, sustaining its delirious tempo.
I had a shattering orgasm. Its intensity left me weary, yet renewed. I'd gotten sucked by plenty of people, but Steve had a technique that couldn't be duplicated. His style was slick and eye-popping. Few of my climaxes ranked in this caliber.
While I attempted to recover, Steve wasn't missing a beat. He got between my legs, guiding his cock toward my moist cunt hole. He was anxious to relieve himself after witnessing my steamy performance.
Instantly, I reflected on my vibrator. I had thought about training that jarring tip on his balls, tracing up that pulsating column, then teasing the bulbous head. That plan was set aside. I was still feeling weak from orgasm and didn't have the strength or desire to stop him. I began to murmur something, but it was too late. His cock drove into my pussy with one imperative push. My eyes shut as it went into me, slamming my ass to the bearskin rug. Ohhhhhhhhhh. I couldn't keep from crying out. The pleasure that thrust gave me was indescribable.
"You're so tight, baby," he groaned, sinking himself into my juicy snatch. "Don't worry, I'll fix that." He shoved himself harder, feeding me his hard dick.
"Oh, God!" I moaned.
He paused. "Am I hurting you?"
"Not a chance," I gasped, so filled with cock I could barely talk.
"I want to make it good for you."
"Just fuck me. That's all I need: a nice stiff cock between my legs. Ohhhhhhhhh."
I writhed beneath him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. I didn't want him to see my face and how I ached from his cock.
Steve, embracing me, put his tongue in my mouth. I communicated my arousal through lame movement. I melted from that sizzling contact. When his lips separated from mine, I moaned up at him.
"Fuck me, baby, fuck me with your big dick. It feels so good. Pump me. I like it rough."
"If you say so," he grunted, then slammed himself into my pussy.
It didn't hurt a bit. Actually, it was very exciting. After having been lubricated with his fantastic tongue, I could handle it. Feeling the full length of his cock inside my pussy, I squeezed him until he gasped. My exertions were welcome, as shown by the ecstatic twist of his lips. I enjoyed fucking him. I wrapped my smooth thighs around his hips and shoved my pussy at him. He grunted at its hot, clenching embrace.
"It goes in so far," I whispered as he increased the power of his strokes. I compressed the air from my lungs. "So big. Ohhhhhhhhh. It's so big."
"Nothing like some healthy, old-fashioned fucking," he muttered. "Especially when it's between agent and client. Oh, Amber. You're so fucking hot. You get me going. I can't seem to get enough of you."
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I whimpered. "Oh, yes. plunge yourself into my warm cunthole. Give it to me nice and hard, fuck me, baby, fuck me."
"Ahhhhhhhh, you're like a bitch in heat!"
"It's all for you, baby-you and that huge cock."
Each thrust opened the walls of my pussy, receiving that immense thing. I wondered if having someone as large as Steve on a regular basis would irreversibly stretch my pussy. A few more fuck sessions like this and I would definitely get spoiled.
His mouth covered my trembling lips, plunging his tongue and purging those cares from my mind. My flesh was moist with sweat, streams swirling about my tits. His hands slipped over them, pumping their firmness. I was too slick for him to maintain his grip. He slid his hands under my ass and brought my cunt lips flush with his pummeling groin. He delved his fingers into my hot flesh while his strokes came quicker, harder. Each time he slammed into me, my toes curled, my back arched, and I saw stars. I let out a moan as he fed me stiff cock.
"Jesus, your cunt is so wet," he told me.
"Ohhhhh. You're the one who's responsible for that. You made me juicy. Ohhhhhhh. Fuck me. Ram it deep. Yes."
"I'm getting so close. I don't know how much longer I can fight the urge. Watching your face makes me want to jizz. Watching it and feeling my dick saw though those tight cunt lips, grabbing my meat overheats me."
"It's okay. I want you to cum in me now. I want to feel you squirt. I want to feel your hot jizz splashing inside my pussy."
"Grind your pussy against me," he commanded. "Nice and hard. Twist up and compress your muscles, let your snatch hug my dick. God, you're the tightest, Amber. I don't know how you manage. Could be because you're so skinny. Christ, your cunt is driving me crazy. Ahhhhhh, ahhhhhhh."
"Oh yes, keep fucking me until you explode."
"No. I'm going to slow down. I don't want to shoot just yet. I want to enjoy you a little longer."
"We'll see," I said, starting to smile, but shivered when the descent of his bone-solid cock stopped my fanning nails and caused me to depress them into his butt. My eyes closed involuntarily after a flurry of sensual vibrations hummed through my lust-drenched body. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, God. Oh, Steve. Ohhhhhhh."
Another orgasm was within my reach. It was going to happen, whether I wanted it or not. He kept rubbing his thing against my magic button, harder and harder, driving me to the brink of ecstasy. I squirmed, fastening my legs about his hairy ones. I began my climb, the ascent steady and certain. Oh, God, I thought, I couldn't stand it. I was cumming, cumming with that stiff cock smashed in my juicy cunt.
"Oh, Steve," I wailed, ramming my pussy to him with all the strength I could summon. "You've done it to me again. I couldn't help myself."
"Can't handle it, huh?" he mocked, fucking. "Too much for you, the insatiable Amber Welles? Now I've heard everything. Your fans think you live for sex, can go for hours. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Sure feels good sliding in and out of you, baby. You're so soft and slick. Yeah. It's good. The best I've ever had."
"Yes," I murmured, quivering. "Oh, yes, the best."
"I'm going to make you cum again, then I'll cream inside your warm snatch. Afterward, if you're up for it, I want my cock sucked."
"Anything," I muttered. "I'll do anything you say."
Suddenly, he removed himself from my pussy and rolled me onto my side.
"What you doing?" I asked, disliking the empty feeling between my legs.
"Relax. This will be good."
Obediently, I got on my knees. He parted my thighs, then slid into position from behind.
"Ohhhhhh," I moaned as his hard-on slipped back into my cunt. His cock felt bigger, more satisfying. He reached farther into my snatch, making contact with areas I hadn't thought possible to reach.
He clamped me by the waist and worked himself in and out of my juicy snatch. "Let's enjoy a little doggie," he grunted. "Mmmmm. Sure like the view. You've got a great ass. Nice buns. Oh, yeah." Steve gasped as he lurched forward and felt himself get swallowed by my cunt. I was hot, juicy. The urge to cum was upon him, and got barely ignored. "It would be so easy to shoot inside you now," he muttered while pumping my pussy. "Not yet. I want to prolong my pleasure-and yours. How's that, baby? Good, huh?"
The fever escalated in my body. "I think I'm going to cum again."
"Not so fast, baby. Slow down. Enjoy it. Make it last. Don't let yourself keep getting off so quickly."
"How can I, when it feels so damn good?" I sobbed. "Everything you've done has been incredible. I can't help myself. Ohhhhhh, here it comes." I shut my eyes, shaking. "I'm cumming."
My clit tingled as I came. Steve refused to reduce his rhythm even a fraction. I still heard the wet bounce of our flesh as his groin connected with my ass. The seizure overwhelmed me, taking me by delicious force. I abandoned myself to it as my gorgeous ass swayed.
"God, you've turned me into a nympho," I sobbed. "I can't get enough of you and that fantastic cock."
"I guess that ought to keep us joined, if nothing else does," he gasped, feeding that monster between my legs. "Ahhhhhhh. After you've gotten fucked by me, babe, you're not going to want anyone else for an agent."
His dick continued to plow into me, causing one orgasm after another. I moaned each time, urging him to persist. His thrusts robbed me of air, but I had long since tossed my cares aside. Although known as an agent of the highest magnitude, Steve also lived up to his reputation as a stud. Steve had remarkable talent. How could any other man-or agent-compete with him?
Several orgasms later, Steve showed signs that his staying power had ruptured. He moved more frantically from behind, sending his big cock home. "Jesus, Amber, I'm gonna shoot."
"Pump it all in me," I begged. "Don't hold back, give me every drop."
"I'll flood you," he muttered. "Arrgghhh! Ughh! Ughh! Ugghhhhhhhhh!" He exploded, pouring his entire load into my warm pussy.
"Ohhhhh!" I gasped. "There's so much, oh, yes."
At length, we separated and lingered on the sofa with our limbs entwined. We watched the curling flames in my fireplace. What a romantic setting, I thought. I caressed Steve's arms, glad to have him with me. He was my number one supporter, my hero. Whenever my big mouth got me in a fix, he was there to bail me out. I had to be careful not to jeopardize our relationship.
"You know," I said, "if I ever gave up acting and retired to become-God forbid-a wife and mother, I think I could be happy here with you."
"Are you proposing to me?" he said with a chuckle.
"Maybe."
"Oh, Amber. You're too young to be thinking about marriage. Look at how many Hollywood relationships fall apart after that commitment is made official."
My heart lurched. "Are you telling me it wouldn't work? That you wouldn't be faithful to me?"
His arms wrapped tighter around me. "Could you be to me?"
I shrugged. "I guess I have a lot of wild oats that need sowing."
"Of course, you do. I realize that-and I wouldn't want to be responsible for obstructing the process. Live your life now, Amber. Don't worry about me. I'll probably be there when the time comes. I believe in you, baby. I think you'll go far in this business."
I took his hand and stroked my cheek with it. Love flowed through me. Steve and I had had conversations like this before, but they went nowhere. Invariably, we drew the same conclusions: the time for us was not practical, not advisable.
I shifted in his arms and reached for his cock. There was a spark of life found in the base. I gently manipulated him. "Do you see other women?" I asked.
"What makes you ask that?" he sounded amused.
"Female curiosity. I was just wondering how many women have been thrilled by this beauty." My massage effected him; he began to expand. "Mmmmmm. Satisfaction guaranteed."
His groan obliterated his reply. "Oh, yeah."
"So, do you?" I prodded, watching him fill my fist.
"Nobody in particular. I'll admit to a fling or two-it's impossible not to have one in this business. Girls have thrown themselves at me, and hey, I'm human. But nothing lasting."
"Mmmmmmm. Good." His cock had gotten big, throbbing at my touch.
"Ahhhhhh. Oh, baby," he said, leaning back in the seat. He enjoyed what I did to his dick. "You've certainly got the knack. I haven't met many who could imitate your skill. Oh, Christ," he groaned. I was groping his dick with my smooth fingers, moving up and down. He was bone-solid beneath the taut skin of his cock. His throb excited me. I pumped him harder, intoxicating him with pleasure. "Pull on it," he gasped. "Harder. Yeah, baby, that's it. That feels nice. Really nice."
I loved doing it for him. The simplest gesture was received with enormous appreciation. Steve did not take sex between us for granted. He thoroughly enjoyed what we did in bed. I could tell, from his facial cast, his mutterings. He was an honest man.
I glanced between Steve's muscular thighs. A bead of cum had dribbled to the tip of his cock. He panted and grunted, then fondled my pussy. I shivered as he thumbed my cunt lips, grazing my clit. I was getting soaked by the second. The scent of cunt wafted, fueling his desire all over again.
"If you keep that up, baby, you're going to have your legs up in the air for a long time," he murmured, spreading himself wider so I had sufficient room to continue. The sweet, tickling I gave him drove him mad with passion. His dick swelled between my soft fingers. "I'm thinking about sinking my cock into you this very moment, and watching you respond to it."
"Is that so?" I told him, quivering. "Think I can handle a little more?"
"It sure seems like it," he whispered, nuzzling me. "You're getting me hungry. I'm getting quite a taste for some hot pussy. Oh, yeah. I'm so fucking horny. Just laying here with you gets me going."
The feeling was mutual. His shaft was warm and sticky in my clasp. The heat he generated and the oils from my palms served as an appetizer. "I think I'm ready for another round, too."
"Jesus, baby, you're so hot," he groaned, shaking with want. My touch seared him. Visible proof of my handling was reflected in his handsome features. "I'm going to stick my finger into that cunthole of yours and finger-fuck you. I can watch you cum just before I slip my big dick it that warm pussy."
I was vulnerable to his lustful fever. It didn't take much for Steve to get me soaking with desire. Any man with his body got that far. I could easily place myself at his command, become his personal love slave. It was with little wonder why matters between us were settled quickly and efficiently.
"Ohhhhh, Steve. Ohhhhh. Oh, yes," I moaned. My erect nipples stood in affirmation of his sex-inducing touch. My eyes, glazed with desire, unmasked my inner turmoil. If he groped my pussy, he would feel my heavy moisture. Steve had gotten to me. Stroking that big cock of his made me quiver.
"You're so smooth, Amber. like satin, or silk. God, I could pet your skin all night." He grabbed my hand and clamped it over his blood-engorged cock, holding it down so I couldn't move it. "Christ, you've gotten me so hot, I feel like shooting all over your hands."
Listening to him, I felt much the same. An inner turbulence raged through me when we got naked. I wanted him to climb on me and ram that big mother-fucker between my legs. Ohhhhhhhh. I sensed his sexual vibrations, the way his thigh pressed against mine, the urgency of breath, the dullness in his eyes. The more I writhed, the more his lust became inflamed. He pulled my wild body to his, wrapping his arms securely about my jiggling tits. My temperature rose as we were locked in this hug. We were both aware of our horniness. I panted, my clit pulsating with the need for steady male friction.
"Steve," I sighed, ready to surrender to the impulse. I wanted to feel him sink into my hot pussy. I wanted to cover that massive cock with my smothering pink flesh until it stood high in my cunt.
"Come on, baby," he whispered into my ear, "let's do it again. I can tell from the way you were touching my dick, following your eyes, you were thinking about how good it would feel inside your cunt, stroking you, fucking you, cumming in your pussy. You can't deny that's what you thought, can you?"
I moaned, submitting to him.
He worked my hand over his cock, massaging it. My fingers tugged deliciously over the skin. Tension made him harder. He was pumped with excitement. He clutched my hand firmly, working my fist up and down the throbbing shaft. I swallowed roughly as I experienced its wild beat. Steve subdued further efforts from squirming and pulling my hand away. He wouldn't budge, making me fondle him. Of course, I liked masturbating him, but I saw no reason for him to spend himself in my hand. I heard his breath become more ragged. I realized we both needed some relief. Jesus, my pussy ached to have him inside.
"Fuck," he gasped. "You're making me so hot, baby, mmmmm, yeah, hold me like that. Pull on me, real gentle, so I can squirt onto your hand."
His jaw had gone slack and his eyes glazed. Slowly he closed them as I built the intensity. Perhaps he had abandoned his intention of fucking me. Steve usually came so much, who knew what he'd want next.
"Uhhhhhh." he mumbled, now opening his eyes. "That's nice, baby, but I would rather cum inside your pussy."
"You would, hmmmmmm?" I purred. "You don't want me to finish you with my hand? I'll let you cum all over my stomach, or my tits. You'd like that, wouldn't you? I want to watch you shoot, get it all over my thighs. Wouldn't that be good, baby, huh?"
"I want to shoot my load into that pussy of yours instead. Just like I did a moment ago." He pushed me onto my back. I obeyed his strength. "I want to sink my hard dick into something real wet, right up that sweet pussy."
"Steve," I sobbed, flooded with weakness. My flesh took on a mind of its own. I writhed with lust, throwing open my legs automatically. Shaking roughly, I was more than ready for it. The ache he planted between my legs was overwritten by the need for more. Ohhhhhhhhhhhh. I couldn't stop myself. My flesh was on fire, consumed by an overwhelming need. Steve knew which buttons to press. I enjoyed his feral treatment, his urgent handling. I wanted to get fucked hard. He had gotten me so wet, so hungry for cock.
He cupped my ass, delving into my flesh with an unhinged thirst. "I want you so much, Amber."
"Ohhhhhhhh," I whimpered, wiggling my hot ass against the seat, pressing my tits to his chests. "Yeah, I want you, too. baby. I want you to fuck me."
His expression was stern, unchanging. His hands began moving. I panted for him, awaiting that stiff cock plunging between my legs. My pulse accelerated, my heart pounding. I enjoyed submitting to him, making him feel he had reduced my defenses to zero. Once he got his dick into my cunt, he'd see exactly how much I wanted him.
I shivered as he placed the tip of his hard cock at my wet opening. His flesh was heavy, solid, pulsating. Mmmmmm. Surely this reinforced my attitude for wanting to be fucked.
Steve's features were fierce as he slid his entire cock into my quivering hole. I grit my teeth, feeling him sink into my hot squish. He ground the thick base against my moist cunt lips, then pulled back. Ohhhhhhh! The sensation was incredible. He soaked himself in my hot juice. He dipped back in, making me sigh, then dragged himself back. "Ahhhhhhhh. Oh, yeah." He pumped me with cock, visibly enjoying each stroke. My pussy grabbed it, squeezing him. Steve let out an ecstatic groan, then continued. "Uhhhhhhh, baby, I could fuck for hours."
"Yes," I moaned. "It's so hard. You're throbbing inside me. Ohhhhhhhhh. Let me squeeze it, baby. Let me feel your big cock. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh."
"Oh, yeah," he puffed, reaching deep within me. "You feel so good in there. You've got such a nice, tight pussy, all juicy and warm. I'm going to grind you, give it to you good and proper. Ahhhhhhhhh. Feels good to slide in and out of that tight hole. Ahhhhhhh."
I trembled beneath him. His thrusts were labored, demanding. I cupped his muscular ass as he pumped me. I dug my nails into it, sobbing. Mmmmmmm. Steve's body thrilled me. He was so hard, so hairy. I stroked the furry backs of his thighs, then reached for his balls. His thick cock slid wetly between my slick cunt lips. Ohhhhhhh. I let out a fevered gasp as he fucked me. He was giving me exactly what I wanted, what I needed. One fuck wasn't enough; multiple times was more like it. My pussy enjoyed that taste of cock. Steve usually got me so hot with his dick that it made me want to surrender to him all the more.
Steve sweated heavily, his forehead dripping. He grunted in my face, holding me down as he jammed my pussy with cock. His shaft sliced its way into my wet pussy.
"It's so big," I moaned, writhing beneath him. Fucking on my sofa wasn't the most comfortable, but having that big thing slide in and out of my pussy made me forget. Too bad we weren't in my king-sized water bed-we'd have had the time of our lives. Steve would have made the entire mattress pitch and bounce from his urgent thrusts. "Stick it in all the way, fuck me with that nice long cock, ohhhh, that feels incredible. You're so stiff, so thick. You fill my cunt. More, give me more of it, fuck me, fuck me."
I held my tongue. The delicious sensations that swam through my flesh were building. I was getting close to orgasm from all that pumping.
Steve groaned in satisfaction. "Nobody can give me this much satisfaction. Nobody has got this kind of talent but you. Ahhhhhhhhh. You've got me steaming, Amber. You're driving me nuts with that hot, grabbing snatch. I can't stop cramming my dick into it. Oh, yeah. Ahhhhhh." He slammed himself between my thighs, making me cry out. The tip of his cock jabbed deep in my gut.
He's so damn big, I kept thinking, abandoning myself to the moment, but I loved absorbing his entire dick. It penetrated me completely.
His hands released my wrists and went to my tits. They billowed out at him. He massaged them, squeezing the large nipples. I whimpered as he twisted those lust-starved nubs, then urged him to scoop up my fleshy globes.
"Your tits are so soft," he croaked, playing with them. "I love them. They're warm and soft like you, baby. Jesus, you're really stacked. There's enough here to please an army."
I shivered as he rammed himself into my pussy even harder, deeper. His cock throbbed in my juicy depths. Our crotches were slammed together in noisy union. His dick became hot and slippery from my snatch lips. I coated him with my moist heat and love juice.
Steve felt my warm breath on his face and listened to the soft groans I made. He looked down to see my head roll from side to side. My mouth was dropped open, my contortions alternating from pleasure to pain and back again. My plump tits were soaked with sweat. I lifted myself, rubbing his hairy chest with my swollen nipples. At the same time, I slammed my pussy, oozing with moisture, toward his rock-hard cock. He pounded into me. The smell of cunt filled his nostrils. Making me moan made him want to cum. "You satisfy my every urge, baby. You're so gorgeous to look at while I fuck you. Ahhhhhhh. I could stare into those sexy eyes forever while I slam into your cunt."
My eyes rolled up in my sockets. It felt too good-I couldn't take much more. I dug my heels into the sofa and lifted myself high for him. Steve took the bait. He charged right in there, spearing my open mound. Ohhhhhhh! He rammed me so hard, my shoulder blades plunged into the pillows. I was pinned on my back, receiving a few uninterrupted moments of feverish pumping. I gave him that unwavering sample of wet pussy, moaning as he fucked me good.
"Christ, baby, when we're finished, your pussy is going to be dripping with hot cum," he muttered into my ear. To make that promise more real, he plunged himself deep into my juicy cunt. "I've got to hold back. I want this to last. I want you to go to the set tomorrow and still feel it. Oh, yeah. Stroke me with that pussy, baby. Squeeze me tight, try to make me cum."
I clung tenaciously to his body, grabbing the upper muscles of his arms. I ground my stiff nipples into his chest, scorching him. "Damn it, I can't get enough. I want all of it. I don't care how much it hurts."
"Nothing is going to make me pull out, baby," he said with a grin. He dragged air into his lungs, intoxicated with lust. "You're going to feel cock down to the pit of your cunt. Let me push it farther, deeper, right to the balls. Do you feel them slapping your ass?"
"God, yes."
"You can tell I'm pretty excited, huh? That's how it is for me. You're an addiction."
He was drowning in my flooded snatch, lowering his pulsating tip as far as it would go. My cunt was like a suction cup, pulling his dick. I held him like a vise. My warm juices trickled over his hard thing, dribbling down to the balls.
CHAPTER FOUR
Shari and I went for a leisurely ride in my Mercedes convertible, with the wind whipping at our faces and flapping through our hair. We blasted some tunes and whooped it up, exchanging jokes that we'd heard on the set, gossiped and giggled like schoolgirls.
Naturally, Tom McVoy was our object of ridicule; we enjoyed putting him down. The bimbettes he brought along were not to be believed. I asked him if he picked them up on Sunset Strip. He didn't particularly appreciate it, yet he refused to get riled. Tom didn't permit many things to ruffle him; he was perpetually aloof, hip and macho.
Occasionally, I wondered if I still lusted after him. I recalled those heart-pounding moments I'd had him in my mouth and almost sucked him to orgasm. I remembered how good that cock felt in my pussy as he ran it through my juicy lips. Yeah, he'd been a good fuck-but I could never tolerate an everlasting ego trip from a man. That ride with him was a one-shot experience, never to be repeated.
"Did you get a look at Lorna Patterson today?" Shari giggled. "She was making eyes at the cameraman. I thought for a minute they had a thing going."
I waved off that suggestion with a sneer. "Lorna wouldn't give someone of his rank the time of day. That girl's got eyes for men who can forward her career-not stall it."
"Did you really throw your drink in her face and slap her at that club?"
I giggled. "Yeah."
"Did you get in any trouble for it?"
"No more than usual. Steve gave me orders to cool it. I guess he sweet-talked her into not causing a disturbance over it. A lot of good that did. Snitch did a full-page spread and splashed me across their cover. They painted me as the bitch. Imagine that, huh?"
"You're always in the rags."
"If it wasn't for me, they wouldn't be putting food on their tables. They've got to trash somebody. Hey, I can't complain. I get tremendous exposure. They made me a household name."
In the midst of our little talk, I just happened to notice that the car in front of me wasn't moving. I was going much too fast. Before I was able to brake in time, I smashed right into him.
Fortunately, the collision wasn't too disastrous. The other car-a BMW-took most of the damage.
"Shit!" I hissed, then turned to Shari. "You okay?"
"Sure. A little whiplash never hurt anyone."
I hopped out of the car to confront the driver. I brought along my purse. I had two hundred bucks stashed for emergency situations. I glimpsed the man in the front seat, who awaited me. Hopefully the guy would be friendly.
"Sorry I ... rear-ended you," I said, trying not to giggle. He was fairly cute: dark blond, glasses, groomed. He resembled one of the writers on our show.
He scowled at me. "You dizzy cunt! How the fuck did you get a license? You could have killed me!"
I anchored a hand on my hip and let it jut. The man was too enraged to be charmed. "Hey, I didn't mean it."
He whipped out a cellular phone. "Tell it to the cops."
I snatched it out of his hand. "Come on. Can't we work out some kind of deal. I've already been dropped by three insurance companies."
"You don't have insurance?" he groaned, turning scarlet. "What kind of idiot are you?"
"Let's not get our underwear all in a bundle."
"Give me back my phone!" he demanded.
"Not until you settle down."
"What? What?" He seethed, clenching his fists. "Suck my dick!"
Shari materialized at my side. "Is everything okay?"
I whispered in her ear, "I think I have a shot at settling out of court."
"What are you saying to her?"
I wriggled my nose. "Wouldn't you like to know, stud?"
He alternated from me to Shari, then shook his head. "Hey, I don't want to start anything. All I want is my phone returned so I can inform someone about the accident."
I opened his car door, then set my foot by his. "This is no cause to break a blood vessel, honey. You happen to have two delicious babes at your service. We can definitely kiss and make better."
His eyes involuntarily traveled up my slender, silky thigh. His jaw immediately dropped. It was to my advantage that I had on a pair of shorts, with a blouse buttoned down to the cleavage.
Shari sat her shapely pair of buns on his fender, then arched her back. That fluffy blonde hair was perfectly draped over her shoulders. "What do you say, baby? Will you let us make your day?"
He switched from my face to Shari's. "Hey, I know who you two are. I watch Sizzle Bay. You're-Jesus! Amber Welles! You rammed my fucking car!"
I gave him a wink. "I've got a friend that can make it look brand new. Trust me."
"In the meantime," Shari whispered, lowering her mouth to his neck, "let's see if we can't atone for what's been done." Her soft, puckering movements gradually brought color to his cheeks. The slide and roll of her tongue against his quivering flesh, in tandem with the wet noises she made, caused him to shut his eyes.
"Jesus," he whispered, unprepared for that lascivious assault.
I snuck between his legs, hoisting my tits into his lap. I had taken them out, showing him my erect nipples. I smoothed my thumbs over them, moistening them with spit. He watched as my finger swirled around them, the foamy bubbles clinging to the ripe pinkness. My coy, sexy smile dared him to utter I stop. No such directive was issued.
Shari slipped his wallet out of his pocket and glanced at his license. "Hmmmmmmm. Kevin Baker," she read, then tucked it back into place. "Nice to meet you." Her hot, sensual lips returned to the base of his neck for a continuation of that tingling shower. "Mmmmmmmmmm."
"Christ," he managed between gulps.
Every time we touched him, he acted as though he were subject to electric shocks. He trembled in his seat.
Slowly, I pulled down his zipper. My eyes were focused upon him, teasing him. My tongue darted about my lips, whispering the words, "I want to blow you, baby, drain you with my mouth." His cock grew in his pants, then throbbed as I steered it out. I fondled his balls, pinching them gently. "Oh, yeah. You've got what I need. Let me suck it and make it feel good."
"Uhhhhhh," he groaned." All at once, I was taking him into my mouth. My warm tongue coasted along the back of his shaft, licking up to the head, then around the tip. The muscles in his body rippled. He slid back into his seat, fighting back the impulse to groan. Damn, but I gave great head. My big tits brushed the insides of his thighs while I sucked him.
"Oh fuck," he gasped, then struggled to retain his calm. That was voiced just before Shari shucked her panties and mounted his face. Her pussy was starved for some male tongue.
"Go for it, baby," she urged, pinning the sex-juicy lips with her fingers until her love bud was exposed. She navigated it directly to his tip. "Ohhhhhhhh. That's it, Kev. Lick it. Lick me good. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
I watched his hands come up and grasp her buttocks, then rock her with abandon to his gulping mouth. Her escalating shrieks of pleasure told me a lawsuit was no longer in order. Kevin Baker was getting into it. His head bobbed between those slim, female legs, letting her tangy secretions pour down his throat.
I gave him butterfly licks, my tongue dancing about his cock. I always put my all into a blow job. If sucking were an art, then my tongue would be my paintbrush and his dick my canvas. I lashed him with my love oils, covering every section until it radiated with color. Mmmmmmmmm. His cock tasted good. Positioning my mouth over the bulbous head, I sucked hard while stroking the rest of him with my fist. My masturbating grope built his throb. I worked him into a frenzy, grabbing him roughly with my lips and squeezing him until he was dragging air from his lungs.
"Christ," he groaned, amid mouthfuls of pussy. Shari, totally aroused, cupped the back of his head and reestablished it to her juicy center. The resulting jerk of her hips informed me he was gainfully occupied.
"like the way I taste, Kev?" Shari moaned, swinging her snatch at him. "It's all for you. Yeah. Ohhhhhhhhh."
It was fortunate for Kevin Baker that he, too, drove a convertible. With Shari standing on his seats, lowering her pussy to his thirsty face, the position suited him fine. I stole a few glances at Shari's gorgeous buns rotating with abandon while Kevin fought to capture them with those large, encompassing hands and manipulate them to his satisfaction.
He was completely cognizant of what I did for him. Letting out an animalistic cry, Kevin grabbed my head and pushed himself deep into my throat. He closed his eyes, lifting himself from the seat and rocking his groin to my face. I moaned, swallowing his dick.
After several trembling moments, I raised my mouth and stared at that pulsating shaft with my saliva coursing down its length. The bubbles snapped and popped as they drifted over each inflamed inch. Kevin wasn't nearly the biggest I took down my throat, but he was fun.
"Keep sucking," he muttered, pressing down on my head. "Eat it, eat me good, use your tongue. Feel how hard you got me. You made it so stiff-keep it in your mouth. Lick it, lick up the shaft. Oh, yeah, suck on it, baby."
I took pleasure in the sensations I produced for him. I didn't care if he forced me to down his cock in large swallows. I practiced "deep-throat" as a way of life. Kevin Baker welcomed experimentation. I was undecided whether to quickly suck him to orgasm. The hot splash of cum filling my mouth usually sent me into a pant.
"Amber's got her mouth all over that thing, doesn't she?" Shari sobbed, undulating her hips around Kevin's face. "Ohhhhhhhh. She's got it wet and stiff with that talented tongue of hers. Watch those lips of hers make it disappear. She knows how to do that real good. Yeah. Ohhhhhh. Suck me, baby. Suck my pussy. Ohhhhhhhhhh."
Kevin slurped and tongued her until she arched her back so severely, her nipples popped right out of her top. She scooped up those bouncing breasts of hers until the sun kissed them with its glaring heat. Even I could feel its scorching peck from above.
"Drink my honey," Shari moaned. "Ohhhhhh."
Kevin's jaw went slack, his mouth drooping as he pulled away from Shari's cunt for air. He worked more cock between my lips. I gagged for a moment, then proceed to drive him out of his mind. It wasn't difficult. I knew how to grope a man with my lips, to suck him to ecstasy. I felt the tremors as I skimmed against his muscular flesh. My mouth sunk deeper onto his dick. Mmmmmm. I was going to lick every inch of him with unforeseen skill.
"I want to make you cum with my mouth," I murmured before taking him into a hot suck. "I want to taste how much you enjoyed my blowing you."
"You're going to have a thick load, all right." He grunted as my lips covered him, coaxing him to climax. My tongue drew his breath, making his pleasure build. My saliva sizzled against his cock. Christ, I was good. "I want you to swallow the whole thing."
"You have no idea how badly I want it," I whimpered, thrusting my tits at him. My mouth refused to leave his cock, dipping him into hot spittle.
As I proceeded to suck his dick, I made efficient use of my hands. My thumbs curled under his balls, lifting them to my mouth. He gasped as I nibbled on them, my lips soft and tingly.
"Kiss my balls," he instructed. "Lick them. Make them nice and wet. Give me some hot tongue. Oh, yeah, that feels incredible. You know just how to do it, don't you? That mouth knows how to hold a man, give him pleasure."
"Sure, baby," I purred. "I'll do anything you want. Anything that pleases you." As long as you don't sue my ass, I silently amended.
"Oh, Kevin, you're making me cum," Shari screamed after molding herself to his face. "Ohhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhh!" She took possession of his head and pummeled his cheeks and nose until he consumed her hot drippings. I could smell the outpouring of her sex juices as they were fed to Kevin. "Ohhhhhhhhhh. Oh, baby, that was incredible. Ohhhhhhhh. Oh, God, I'm shaking from your mouth."
I lapped his balls until he exhaled sharply. I didn't mind getting hair in my mouth; that was part of the fun. I sucked his balls, rubbing them with my lips.
Kevin groaned louder, writhing in his seat. "You're getting me so excited," he said. "I'm gonna cum. Quick, put it back in your mouth."
I plunged myself down on his cock and sucked him as hard as I could. I was barely fast enough. His explosion filled my cheeks. I moaned, gulping down his hot cum, stroking his balls. It took several swallows before his last squirt ejected.
While Kevin slumped back, overwhelmed by our efforts, Shari and I high-fived each other.
Crisis averted!
Tom McVoy was behaving strangely toward me. While I had grown accustomed to his inattention and he to my glacial treatment, he did a one-eighty the following day. The clinging girls he typically brought to the set were noticeably absent. His attitude seemed changed. He was actually on time for filming and focused on me.
I wasn't sure how to read him.
"Hey," I whispered to Liz, "is his contract up for renewal?"
She shrugged. "Why do you ask?"
"I get that feeling, if you catch my drift." I might not have been in the business long, but I could recognize the swift plays during renegotiation. If Tom was bucking for more dough, he may have received instructions from his agent to handle me-as well as the others he'd alienated-with care.
Lorna Patterson sashayed into the room, attempting to channel all fascination to her. She reveled in her role of Linda Daniels, Sizzle Bay's number one bitch. She considered it a stroke of genius for the writers to create such a ruthless, despicable character; what she didn't know was that I paid those guys off to make her as unsympathetic as possible. Even her sexy set of curves couldn't save her from earning the audience's ire. At the moment, I was doing my best to convince them to have a murder take place at Sizzle Bay and reveal Lorna as the killer. After my graciously forfeiting the limelight for a few weeks during the trial to afford her some compassionate exposure, I figured we'd send her to the electric chair and leave it at that.
There's nothing like tying up loose ends.
"How does my hair look?" she asked a stand-in. "They added a new hairdresser without consulting me. I didn't see her name on the approved list. I guess I'll have to speak to my agent about that."
"Uh-oh," Liz murmured. "Here she comes the walking, breathing example of PMS."
"What was that?" Lorna shot, pointing her antenna in our direction. Lorna was famous for her exceptional hearing. "What the fuck did you just say?"
Liz, unafraid of expressing her opinion, set her hands on her hips to confront her. "In which language do you wish to have it repeated?"
Lorna's bottom lip was trembling. "I'll get your ass kicked off this show if you don't watch out."
"Not before yours," I hummed, anticipating a future plot twist.
She glowered at me. "What are you saying?"
"It's really a shame I don't have a drink in my hand, honey. You'd definitely be wearing it again."
Lorna, balling her fists, stomped off, muttering the words "bitch" and "cunt" under her breath.
Liz and I high-fived each other, then giggled. Norm, our director, frowned. We were, to say the least, incorrigible.
Only Tom, in the background, did not display his mirth. There was something smoldering taking place inside him. When we resumed filming the show, he adopted a new attitude. He seemed as though he enjoyed having me in his arms, pressing against his body. The look he sent me just before putting his mouth over mine was almost persuasive. I tried not to lower my guard; I had done so in the past with him and lived to regret it.
Tom would not be denied. In a second and third take, he poured on the charm. I was subjected to those hungry lips, those pleasure-giving hands. It made me uncontrollably wet. Hot sensations ran through my flesh. Enduring each take was sheer torture. Someone had to grant me relief soon, or I'd do something stupid.
I kept glimpsing that ruggedly handsome face in a new light. The brush of his mustache to my upper lip left a hot, prickling imprint. The texture of his hair-rough chest against my boobs caused my pulse to jump.
"Are you okay?" Liz asked when the last scene was deemed acceptable by Norm.
I was still shaking from that kiss. Tom was trying awfully hard to infiltrate my defense system.
Did I actually feel anything for him? Was a spark of attraction still burning inside me? He had rekindled something, yet I resisted acknowledging it.
"Shari and I are going shopping later," Liz advised at the end of the day. Want to tag along?" I shook my head. "I think I need a quiet night alone."
She shrugged. "Suit yourself."
I blasted the stereo in my car all the way home. If the beat of The Rolling Stones couldn't pound Tom out of my head, then the situation could be declared hopeless. I didn't want to think about him-not after months of indifference. The bastard had exposed my nerve endings once; that, I had asserted, would be a one-time deal.
And, yet, as I threw myself across a lounge chair in front of my swimming pool and glanced through a batch of tabloids I'd picked up that morning on the way to work, I couldn't evict him from my thoughts. His image returned, stronger than ever. My body clamored with need. I craved his manly embrace, his fever-inducing touch. Even when I summoned my most vivid memories of despising him, they were usurped by warmer, richer introspection.
There was an irrefutable vitality about Tom-a fierce masculinity. Whether I wished to rule out the effect he bore upon me, he held distinct appeal. It wasn't purely by chance millions of women across the country were swept over by his virile profile.
In the back of my mind, I heard his Jaguar pull up in front. I didn't want to verify my suspicions, believing I might jinx myself, when he walked behind me and grabbed my ass. The feel of his hand on my buttocks shot sparks through my whole body. It was an incredible rush, like electricity running wild. Involuntarily, my hand moved back and pressed against his crotch. I felt weak as it began to stiffen beneath my touch. I was too excited to do anything else. I recovered from the shock of this spontaneous occurrence after several adrenaline-producing seconds. The next few were devoted to feverish groping. I stroked Tom, making his bulge get big and throb. The heat from his cock went through his swim trunks, scorching my palm. My pussy dripped with desire. I moved over his balls and cupped them. Ohhhhhh. He had to know how horny I was. I wanted to show him exactly how much, too-with my cunt, with my mouth, and if necessary, my anus. Surely, by my hand lingering where it was, Tom assumed I welcomed the notion of sex.
We hadn't done this in months. It seemed inconceivable that we would grope each other so freely, without a word of explanation or an apology for discord on the set.
But his hand wasn't still, either. He fondled my butt, moving under my bikini bottom. His fingers grazed the damp area, massaging my aroused mound. I shivered as he traced a finger over the swollen cunt lips, delving behind the elastic lining to get a taste of the fragrant wetness. Mmmmm. He fingered the moist flesh, then slid into my soaked snatch. I arched my back, gasping. God, it felt so good. He pumped me with his digit for several moments, as though preparing me for penetration. I squirmed on my stomach, quivering.
As those luscious, forbidden moments passed, I was hot with passion. I wanted his cock inside me in the worst way. I moaned, quite startled when he grasped my head and pushed my face into his stiff crotch. He rubbed my nose and cheeks against his hard cock, the shaft pulsating with each second.
I gave that protruding shaft a facial massage. I pressed my nose in it, then pulled at it with my lips. I left wet spots on his trunks. He was fully swollen, gasping at my oral treatment.
"Hurry," I pleaded. "Put it in me. I can't wait much longer."
"Let's slip into the pool," he suggested, pulling me to my feet. I was so weak with want that if he had let me go, I might have collapsed.
I shivered with excitement as we descended the steps into the water. His expression revealed strength, command. I followed his lead, too stimulated to think; I only wanted to do. He instructed me to stand against the side.
"You could tell I was hungry for you?" he asked in a low, husky voice.
I nodded. "I was hoping you'd drive over."
He kneaded my shoulders, dragging me close to him. Even the cooler temperature couldn't dispel the heat. I ached to have him. Ohhhhhhhhh. I couldn't understand why I was surrendering so quickly; usually, we would have sparred until a compromise was reached.
Amber Welles was a fighter; not a wimp.
My pussy was on fire, yearning to have his dick. I struggled with my top, hating myself for having no will of my own. I was permitting him to control me-an unthinkable situation. The juicy opening between my legs dictated my actions. I practically tore the bottoms off my aroused flesh. All I could think of was wanting the fuck of my life-even if there was the devil to pay-When I was naked, I looked up at him. He grinned at me, breathing roughly. His cock stuck straight at me; even through the water, I could see that monster attached to him. From its hard stand, it looked ready to slice its way into my juicy snatch. He reached down and stroked himself.
"Mmmmm," he muttered, taking in my every nude inch. "You look great, baby. I'm glad we're alone."
"Why?" I asked. A lump forming in the base of my throat almost intercepted that remark. "We've got to put our feelings aside and go for it, baby. We're in the news constantly. Why fight when we can join forces?"
I blinked. "What are you suggesting?"
"Have you given thought to our being Hollywood's number one power couple?"
"What?" I echoed, attaining level-headedness. "Are you out of your nut? Me and you-going public? Nobody would buy that, not even Snitch."
"We've got a whole lot of minds to change."
"I think hanging around airheads has rearranged your mind. You've got water on the brain-or something just as incurable." His spell broken, I began swimming away from him. Distance reinforced my sobriety.
"Little bitch," he said in an amused tone as he chased after me.
I cackled as I dodged his grasp, knowing that he would probably catch me. Tom McVoy, with the physique of a professional athlete, was quite agile. I knew once he got me, the fun would really begin.
"You may as well surrender," he told me, reaching for my elusive body. "It'll be much worse if you hold out much longer."
"That's what I'm hoping," I murmured, ducking from his swinging grasp. He prevented me from exiting by the steps. My only other option was to swim to the other side. I made it to the ladder, just before he cornered me. The metal was too slippery for me to climb to freedom.
He grabbed and dragged me to his muscled body. I panted, enjoyed being captured. Games of this ilk were what I lived for. Tom's body was firm, hairy. I trembled in his clasp, grazing him with my erect nipples. His expression was stern as he shoved me up against the side. He moved quickly, sending a heavy spray at my face.
"Still feel like running?" he asked, pushing those impressive pecs up to me. His warm, infectious breath skimmed my face. His long dick throbbed against my stomach.
My tits answered his intimate contact. My nipples were hardened to capacity. "I don't know if I want to," I purred in his face.
He looked directly into my eyes, then covered my lips with his mouth. His tongue entered me, demanding I respond. I flicked my tip to his playfully. His tongue wasn't partial to my girlish games. He held it still, then encouraged my-feverish reply. I moaned into his mouth, enjoying his unwrought treatment.
Suddenly, I felt his blunt cock slice into my pussy. He went in, big and hard, working that thing inside me. I cried out, the size of his cock greater than anything I'd recently had. I'd forgotten how truly large it was-but not about how great it felt.
"Ohhhhhhh," I gritted my teeth, yet pushing my snatch toward him. I spread my legs and absorbed him. His dick slipped into me, occupying all the room I had. "Ohhhhh, there's so much of you."
He clutched me to his body while squeezing that thing into my juicy crevice. As he ground me to the side of the pool, water splashed around me. I grasped for the ledge, searching for support; in the end, I coiled myself about him. Ohhhhhhhhh. Each thrust accentuated my ecstasy. I was cooled from the burning friction of his cock by the water's temperature. I kept thudding against the side as Tom rammed himself into my cunt. The wind was practically knocked out of me, but my pussy kept springing back for more.
"Feel good, babe?" he grunted.
"Can't you tell?" I replied, securing my legs to his waist. I found speech impossible as he pumped me. God, I loved it! All that meat crammed into my snatch, fucking me. I closed my eyes and centered on that sweet agitation taking place in that region of my body. The reversing directions of that hard dick, the occasional slap of his balls, the urgent pressure happening below the surface most assuredly precipitated a flurry of tremors. The water reduced some of the fury from his strokes, yet I still received some valuable friction. It was great, fucking in my pool. I almost didn't want him to explode and fill me with hot cum. I wanted it to last.
"Move your ass for me," he groaned, immersed in his own. gloating world. "Shove your snatch toward me, babe. That's it. Stroke me with those sweet cunt lips. Yeah, oh baby, that feels great. Your appetite is showing. I can tell it when I fuck you, how much you want it. That pussy is talking to me."
I measured my words. Although he gave me enormous pleasure, Tom's ego was starved for praise that I was unwilling to evoke. I didn't want him to fully control me. "Ohhhhhhhhh. I'm enjoying it," I gasped. "But I can barely move with you inside me. Your dick is so big and thick. Jesus, Tom. Ohhhhhhhh."
"You've handled it before," he panted. "Maybe you're not used to being with a real man. Ahhhhh. Bring that cunt to me, yeah, more, keep doing it ... ahhhhhh."
I cried out, his swollen cock splitting me open. "God, you're going to make me cum. I don't think I can stand more of it."
The spasms took me roughly. I screamed aloud-almost too loud. He clamped his hand over my mouth to muffle the sound. I clawed at him, but he kept slamming me to the side, forcing water into my face. I was blinded, biting down on his hand, quivering with orgasm. His hard-on was solid, boring deep into my cunt. He took me with slow, easy strokes. His cock rubbed my pussy lips with its throbbing texture. I reached down to feel his balls.
"You've turned my dick into a rock," he mumbled. "Cum is swimming in my balls. Christ, I'm ready to shoot."
"Give it to me," I demanded when he released my mouth, "Now, I can't stand it anymore. Cum in me, cum in my warm pussy, please."
His hand dropped to my ass. He clenched my flesh, pushing himself deep in my snatch. I moaned, arching my back. He made me cum again. The spasms were harsh, satisfying. I almost didn't see his facial contortions as he began pumping me with cum. Low, hoarse gasps came from my throat as he emptied himself into my cunt.
"Jesus, I'm cumming, cumming," he growled.
Greedily, my pussy sucked his jism. His hot squirts refueled my desire. I shuddered with orgasm, grinding my slick cunt lips to his thick stem. My tits bounced off his chest as I shook, my nipples jiggling. He had unleashed a powerful horniness within me, a feeding frenzy for which I had no control. I suspected this subconsciously, that only he was unable to summon this urge and fulfill it. I was wracked with powerful spasms, climaxing again and again, gasping for air.
"Ohhhhhh!" I wailed, sliding from his grip.
Tom, depleted of strength, released me. I drifted away from him, blindly coasting along the side of my pool. The ache between my legs dominated me. I was breathing hard, trying to compose myself. I stumbled into the hose pouring water into the pool; it came blasting in my face, but I made to attempt no avert it. The impact was refreshing, intoxicating. I stayed there, twitching with his expelled fluid oozing from between my legs. I massaged my pussy, smiling. He made me sore, but happy.
"It was good for me, too," he smugly said. "See what you've been missing, baby. Wouldn't it be great getting steady action like that?"
I became sedate; the emergence of his subliminal self jarred me from my current splendor. "If I were ready for a steady man, I don't think I'd pick you."
"Why not?"
"I'd have to compete with you for the mirror."
He laughed. "I do believe in 'ladies first.'"
"That a relief," I deadpanned, stepping out of the pool. Water poured from my magnificent breasts, streaming from my snatch. "You had me worried there for a minute."
"Think of the exposure, the prestige," he said, lingering in the pool a moment longer. "Hollywood loves power couples. We could negotiate for better roles, more money than you ever dreamed."
"I get that now-without a hitch." I reached for a towel from the cabana and began drying myself. "Face it, Tom, I don't need to pull in double harness. I get along fine on my own."
Tom refused to accept rejection. He emerged from the pool with water pouring madly over those pronounced pectorals and huge biceps. His intense countenance emulated pathos. "Don't lie to me, babe. You need a regular man in your life. You and I both know how crazy it is out there. You can't trust most people."
I giggled. "You've pinpointed exactly why I don't want you."
"But you do. You know me. You know what makes me tick, and that knowledge should furnish a sense of comfort. You don't have to invest time in another man and learn his flaws. We share history together."
"You're insane, Tom. Completely, unquestionably and beyond redemption." I might have been physically attracted to him, but not emotionally.
He threw his head back and laughed. "Come on, babe, let's put an end to this ridiculous argument and fuck our troubles away." He tried to slide his arm around me and steer me toward the house, but I avoided him.
"We already did that. Once was plenty."
He smirked. "Not from what I hear."
"You've got to stop reading Snitch, Tom. It's blind-siding you."
"A good fuck would definitely put you in a better frame of mind. Come on, babe, it won't hurt either of us to get it out of our systems ... if you know what I mean." Again, he chuckled at his invented pun.
"I've got a better idea, babe. Why don't you slip it to Lorna? I'll bet that bony bitch would appreciate that sausage you have."
"Lorna's imagine dressing, yesterday's news. She won't make it another season."
Hmmmmmm? I wonder if he knew about the murder I was planning. "She's gorgeous, hot, and sucks cock like a banshee. Give her a call."
"I don't want Lorna. I want you, Amber."
I shook my head. "No thanks."
Tom stepped back. "You're kidding, right?"
Watching the erosion of his self-esteem was pure "entertainment. "What's the matter, stud? First time you ever got a rejection slip? Never got turned down for your services?"
"Why, you little cunt." He went to slap me.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," I sneered. "Because then, I'd have to kick you in the nuts."
"It's that agent of yours you've been fucking, isn't it?" he challenged. "You're getting all the cock you want from him. He's been giving your pussy what it needs."
I blinked. "How did you know...."
"Shit, I've seen you. Even watched you through a pair of binoculars when I've driven up here at night. You two got me beating off. You know, you're really a hot babe."
"God, you've spied on me!" I grimaced. "He's ten times the man you are. And I don't feel downsized by his ego. He's supportive and fun to be with."
Tom grinned. "We could have that, too. An agent and a star don't make a power couple; two stars do. If you want, he can represent us. My agent hasn't done shit for me. He wants me to keep doing Sizzle Bay to the bitter end. I want to break into movies, and perhaps do an occasional mini-series. I'm tired of series television. I want more, and I don't want to wait. And you'd be getting what every hot-blooded woman in America is dying to have." He stroked himself to punctuate his remark.
I said nothing. His cock grew in his fist. Within seconds, it became the full-blown monster I knew. An urge to take advantage of its inflamed condition dawned-yet I found the strength to decline its throbbing invitation. "I'll take a pass."
Tom pushed me up against the wall of my house, pressing the hard shape of his cock into my mound. His water-drenched body got me damp. I had just toweled myself dry and was once again sopping wet. "You wouldn't want to deprive yourself of this beauty. This solid dick could be yours alone. You could have it whenever it strikes your imagine."
"You're getting me soaked," I complained, struggling to slip away from him. He clamped my wrists, forcing me to acknowledge my inner turmoil. I trembled. Yes, I wanted his cock fucking me. How could I fight it when it was squashed by my crotch? My defenses weakened. Already, he made me juicy. My pussy ached for him all over again.
"See," he whispered, rubbing me, "you know how much you want me to fuck you." His voice was low and intimidating. "Let's go fuck our brains out."
I abandoned my grip on reality. I could continue arguing with him-or receive the benefit of what was being offered. Tom tightly clutched my shoulders, peering into my eyes, willing me to recognize what my body was telling me and obey.
"Don't fight it," Tom continued, massaging me with that dick. "You know how much pleasure it gives you. You feel like cumming once I stick it in you. Hell, you were creaming for it a little while ago. Jesus, I'm getting pretty horny talking about it. Just say the word, babe, and its all yours. I won't force you to take it; you have to tell me you want it."
My throat went dry. I turned my head away, almost telling him what he wanted to hear. Pleasure hurtled rampantly through me. I was transported, electrified. Why was I depriving myself of him? He was a great lay and had the body of a god. Perhaps this talk of becoming a power couple wasn't totally unfounded.
"Well?" he prompted.
Softly, I managed, "I want to suck your cock."
"That's it, baby," he said. "You know what's good for you. Now get down on those knees and blow me. Suck me deep, make me love it."
Quivering, I knelt before him. My face was inches from his swollen cock. Tom pumped it in his fist, ready to shove it down my throat. Ravenously, my lips parted and I took him.
"Uhhhhh," he groaned. "Good girl. Nice and easy. Suck me, get your mouth around the head. Ahhhhhhhh. Let me slide in there. Oh, Jesus. Want me to fuck your face? I'll ride it good. Yeah, eat it, swallow me." He held my head, guiding me along. The journey from tip to base was a difficult one, but I handled it.
"Mmmmmmmm." I sucked on it, my mouth opening wide to enshroud his cock. I cupped his balls as I worked him with my hot. devouring lips. My oral vibrations accentuated his joy. He rocked himself to me. encouraging me to entirely consume him.
Tom, lowering himself to my lounge chair, got on his back without disengaging my mouth. He groaned as he assumed a comfortable position, sliding his arms under his head. He elevated his groin, urging me to take more of his dick. "Don't take your mouth off it, baby. I don't want to shoot all over my stomach."
I sighed, accepting instruction. He increased the amount of dick in my mouth. I bobbed up and down the tall shaft, giving his balls an intermittent kiss. The boiling sensation in the pit of his groin would culminate into a liquid mouthful for me. He pushed down, clamping my head when I reached a deliciously ticklish point and had me dwell on it.
"Oh, yeah, what a hot suck. Your warm tongue feels good lapping my cockhead." Tom had a satisfied look on his face. "I don't think I want to lose it in your mouth. Get on top of me, baby. Let me fuck you with it."
I moaned impatiently while climbing onto his lap. Tom laid back, holding his cock upright. I gazed hungrily at it, aching to get started.
"Can't wait, can you?" he mused as I climbed over it. My appetizing tits dangled in his face. He flicked his tongue, slurping the proffered nipples.
I gasped, feeling like a nympho. "You started something you're going to be sorry for. Let's see how long you can go." I guided his rigid cock into my damp opening. His bloated crown was inserted into my well-oiled cunt lips, his pulsations exciting my clit. "Ohhhhh."
"Don't sweat it," he muttered, feeling me encompass his shaft with juicy squish. He watched himself protrude from my drenched cunt. "You've got me charged, baby. I could do you for hours." Gripping my shoulders, he urged me down. His cock sliced high into my pussy, deeply submerged. "I'm not going to stop until you're mine."
I groaned with pleasure as he fed me each inch. Christ, how could I give this up? I pounded my crotch against him with wild abandon, doing a shimmy with my hips. His massive thing slid in and out of my cunt in slow, savoring strokes. It was impossible to apprehend that this wonderfully hard thing was attached to him; now that we were connected, there was no denying it. "This feels good," I murmured.
"You bet it does." Tom was sweating, pleased to be with me. He lifted his buttocks, straining to spear me with cock. "Jesus. Ahhhhhhh." He closed his eyes and gave himself over to it. No matter how much he wanted me to enjoy it, he couldn't resist my sweetness, either.
I rode his cock, squeezing my tits with my hands. I tweaked my erect nipples with my thumbs, then bore down on his shaft. "Ohhhh! Oh, Tom, fuck me. Fuck me!"
"Go for it, babe," he grunted. "Slam yourself on that dick. I can deliver all you want."
My movements became more urgent, the need to receive his warm discharge a raging compulsion. I rocked back and forth, panting while that hefty cock ran into my cunt. I clasped his shoulders for support, then gave him a fast and furious sip of hot pussy. Ohhhhhhhhh. I ram-jammed myself, taking it high and sweet. Tom had a lot to offer.
He looked good, puffing at me while I humped him. His intense facial cast was purely an aphrodisiac. I concentrated on that voracious stare, silently imploring for me not to stop, to go as fast as possible. The pleasure we reached was irreversible. We could only go forward, authorizing that energy-sapping attack which would invariably come.
"You're wet, dripping juice on my cock," he muttered. "You're driving me out of my mind. Oh, baby. More. Give me more of that sweet pussy. Yeah." He sent his shaft plunging up into my cunt until his thick base ground against my pussy lips. He shut his eyes, his features contorting. "Fuck me, baby" he said hoarsely. "Fuck me good."
"Don't stop," I whimpered, absorbing his delicious impact. "I'm gonna cum."
"Cream on my dick, babe," he urged, pounding himself into me. "Go on, you want it, reach for it."
"Yes, oh, yes!" I screamed, arriving at that delirious point where my clit mushroomed. I trembled in the throes of fabulous orgasm. My pussy clenched him in its slimy grip as I quivered with each contraction.
The titillating vision of my release brought him to the verge of eruption. Watching me cum, he couldn't hold back. His wad boiled in his balls. Clutching my waist, he pumped hot goo into my pussy.
"Christ, uhhhgghhhh!" he howled, exploding.
"Yes!" I moaned. "Cum in me! Cum in me, baby!" I fought to stay on top of him, but his body buckled so frantically I was thrown on my side. We were still attached as I rocked my pussy to him like an untamed stallion. Our arms and legs became tangled and the pungent smell of sweat and jism pinched our nostrils.
"What do you say, baby?" he whispered, binding me with those muscle-rich arms. "Power couple?"
I was shivering. "Maybe."
He pulled me to his mouth and gave me a long, sexy kiss. In his mind, he had the ending written out in draft; all we needed to do was polish it up for the others.
CHAPTER FIVE
Dave Ross stopped by with his buddy, Alex, who was also an actor and made several appearances on Sizzle Bay. The reason for their visit was merely a social call. Both still chuckled over my trashing Tom McVoy on the set.
"He did a slow burn," Dave related of what he saw. "He tried to keep his cool, but took it poorly."
"He certainly has an attitude problem," Alex mentioned. "The last time I had a part, he refused to give eye contact unless the script specifically called for it. It's like he's got his head up his butt."
I waved my hand. "It's a wonder he's still Flavor Of The Month. How his popularity has lasted is a mystery to me."
Discussing Tom McVoy wasn't my choice; Dave and Alex brought him up. At the moment, I wasn't remotely interested in letting that idiot occupy my thoughts-not when I had two delicious hunks at my disposal.
Dave and Alex had asked if I cared to hit the bars with them. Photographers were sure to be hot on our trail, snapping us at every conceivable angle. Dave's motive was thinly disguised: if I tagged along, the tabloid reporters out in force would name Alex as one of my "men for the evening." This was his ticket for some free publicity. When movie and television roles dried up for individual actors, no measure was too desperate or too obvious.
"I don't know if I feel like facing more cameras," I sighed, realizing that was exactly what they didn't want to hear. "Frankly, I was looking forward to some piece and quiet."
"Bullshit," Dave said, accurately reading my mood. "You thrive on attention, no matter how tired you are."
Was I that transparent? God, I hoped not. If I considered myself an actress by trade, then I should have a talent for deception-otherwise, my days were numbered.
"Come on, Amber," Alex urged, "we'll have a great time."
Those sexy blue eyes were mighty persuasive. I hadn't paid him much notice in the past; the number of studs featured on the show blurred together. Also, the lust-hate relationship I had with Tom McVoy canceled out my impressions of others. Perhaps if I learned to circumvent that negative process. I might discover there were a number of available hunks on tap.
Alex had dark hair and was brutishly handsome. He and Dave frequented health clubs on a regular basis to keep their bodies in peak, condition. The sports shirt he wore didn't conceal the fine definition of his pectorals or network of stomach muscles. His biceps bulged from his short sleeves, and the tendons in his thighs gave his tight blue jeans a mouth-watering shape. If my memory served me correctly, he was implausibly sexy in a pair of swim trunks. I began to hunger for that sight of him.
Dave recognized that meaningful glimmer in my eyes. "Perhaps it's too early to go out," he said. "We might want to hang out for a while."
"What an excellent idea," I said, patting the seat beside me. I was stretched across large pillows strewn across the floor, sipping a glass of wine, when my male guests came knocking at my door. Not knowing in advance that I would have company, I had donned a silk teddy. It was almost uncanny how I managed to choose the sexiest thing hanging in my closet when I had unexpected callers.
Dave, fresh from our recent encounter, was better equipped in handling the situation. He motioned for Alex to make himself comfortable, expecting him to follow his example. Dave plopped himself down on one side of me, then flagged his pal to take the other.
"Would you care for some wine?" I asked Alex.
He consulted Dave before accepting my invitation. "Are you-"
"Sure," Dave said, helping himself. "Amber stocks the best stuff."
"I have other things to drink," I mentioned, purposely settling my hand on his thigh. Mmmmmm. He was deliciously firm. I let my fingertip roam in imaginative circle. "Beer, Scotch, soda-whatever you like."
Alex's eyes were glued to the progress of my feathery touch. The involuntary twitch at the corner of his mouth told me he sustained a powerful reaction. The rough swallow he took was further proof. "I'll have some wine," he muttered over the apparent lump in his throat.
When I turned to fetch the bottle, I calculatedly brushed his thigh with mine. I'm sure he wished he was wearing shorts so he could feel my velvet skin. Once again, I found myself with a sample of his manly texture.
I elevated my sumptuous ass while I fussed with the glass. I provided him an eye-popping view. I slid my legs apart, then rotated my buns. Dave, as well, was treated to this seductive glimpse. I wanted to give these men some delicious incentive.
A hand enclosed my ass. I wasn't sure at that point if it belonged to Dave or Alex. Either one would have been satisfactory. I was so horny, I could have jumped them both. When I felt that familiar thumb rotation, I had my answer.
"You're in the mood for a private party, aren't you, Amber?" Dave's husky tone sounded.
"Are you in the habit of reading minds, Dave?" I sassed. "Is that what I'm thinking?"
"I think you want to fuck us," he muttered.
I raised my brow, then peeked at Alex. "Is that your perception?"
He shrugged, then cleared his throat. Those blue pupils glowed with want.
My roving fingertips graduated from my knee to his upper thigh with the intention of enclosing his crotch. At their ascension, Alex trembled. I dispensed pure electricity, circulating lightness and desire. Any comment at this point was trivial; actions were far more effective.
Dave, knowing the location of my vibrator, extracted it from the side cabinet. Its soft hum filled the room. He placed the end to my bare shoulder blades and performed a sweet massage.
"Ohhhhhhhh," I murmured, staring at Alex through half-slits. Without preliminary, I unfastened the button to his pants, then unzipped him. Alex didn't offer a single protest. The shape inside his pants was partially the reason: his dick strained the front so severely, my freeing it was somewhat impeded. A few persistent tugs later, I managed to glide over that turgid swell, then reached inside his briefs. Wow, Alex was a gifted man. His cock was enormous!
I retrieved the vibrator from Dave, and brought it toward Alex. Carefully, I rubbed his cock, the humming of the machine growing louder. Its oscillation promoted the twitch at the corner of his mouth. His eyes had that distant quality, as though there was no escaping the splendor I distributed to that region.
"How do you like that?" I asked.
"You're doing great," he groaned, abandoning his shyness. "Put it by my balls."
I lowered the tip. I fondled his swollen shaft while doing so. While he arched himself to receive full measure of the vibrator, he slid his hand beneath me and jabbed his finger up my ass. He steered through the teddy to his desired receptacle.
"Ohhhh!" I cried out.
Alex began finger-fucking my asshole. I moved my hips, maintaining my vibrating sweep of his balls. I let out a frenzied gasp.
"Don't stop," I sighed. "That feels great."
In the next instant, I discarded the vibrator and slid my mouth over Alex's cock. His dick disappeared behind my gobbling lips. My drool streamed down into his pubic thatch.
"Oh, yeah, baby, yeah," he gasped in joy.
Watching the two slithering bodies inflamed Dave. He realized from the restless shifting of my limbs that my pussy was most likely wet. He probably recalled the excitement of my sucking him off. Curious as to Dave's reaction, I glanced at the area between his legs. Sure enough, the scene had stimulated him, too. His solid jut of cock indicated a similar disturbance.
"Mmmmmmm," I sighed, thinking of all that hard male flesh. "I want it all."
Alex's eyes shifted from Dave to me. When he met my gaze, he grinned. His hand came up behind my head, stroking my hair. The moisture in my pussy increased. At Alex's touch, I received a powerful urge to suck him.
I reached with my tongue. His cock bulb palpitated upon contact. I slurped it, sweeping that compact helmet with saliva. Mmmmm. My lips circled him, then rolled over the jutting rim and Alex hit the roof of my mouth. Through constriction and additional spit, I began working toward the base of that big cock.
"Baby," Alex groaned, slumping in his seat. He spread his legs wider. I saw his one hand clench and squeeze; his other grazed the hair along my neck, urging me to sink down even further.
"I figured you would suck his dick," Dave mentioned in the background. His hands swam over my ass, sampling its softness. He spread my legs apart, and in the next second, located the snaps that opened the bottom of my teddy. "Hmmmmm. Looks like you were dressed for company. Well, you no longer have to wait, Amber. We're here to serve you."
Each detachment promoted that gnawing sensation in my pussy. I could barely wait until I felt something hard pushing into me. Ohhhhhhhhh.
Dave's thumb tested the lubrication of my cunt lips. He pressed it to my slick chasm, then grunted approval as it became swallowed in warm stickiness. "Oh, yeah, Amber. You need something stiff crammed into you. I've got exactly what you need, baby-to the inch."
His perpetuated strokes knocked the wind out of me. I moaned as that finger went in and out, soaking him with my abundant juices. Ohhhhhhhh.
"Ahhhhhhhhh," Alex muttered, pressing down on my head so I could receive all nine inches of that yummy dick. "Suck me, baby. Suck me good."
Mmmmm, I thought. All this fuck talk was getting me hot. Hungrily, I worked on Alex's dick. I tongued both sides while caressing his balls. Once I had him nice and wet. I took his cock into a fevered suck. My lips swept up and down, making him shake. My mouth glommed the tip as I licked around the head. I felt the muscles in his thighs tense as I fondled him. His breathing became irregular.
Wildly, I sucked on his dick-sucked it until it was red. My mouth wove up and down the hard shaft, pressing firmly, wetly.
Alex hoarsely dragged oxygen into his lungs. Perspiration formed at his temple as he suffered in sweet agony. "Go on, eat it, baby, suck me, oh, God, God!"
"I want it," I moaned. "I want it, give it to me, please."
"Here, baby," he grunted. "Swallow it all. Suck it hard, make me cum. Jesus, I'm gonna shoot."
Hot jizz squirted into my mouth rapidly. I attempted to swallow it, but there was too much. Some of it dribbled past my lips and slithered down my chin. He flooded my mouth with cum.
Dave propelled himself into action. Within seconds of gulping what Alex had to give, Dave's tongue slithered between my legs and lapped attentively at my pussy. My head turned from side to side as I clawed the pillows. Low-pitched cries spilled from my anguished lips. His skilled tip drove me to the extremes.
"You taste so good," he remarked, sucking my clit.
"Ohhhh, baby," I moaned, running my fingers through his hair. Moisture trickling from my cunthole was readily gulped as he worked my with his vibrating tip. "You sure know how to use your tongue. Mmmmm, lower, into the hole. Lick it all out, yes, mmmmmm."
"Let me wipe it clean."
He slurped the sides of my cunt, nibbling on the hard clit surrounded by my savory love juices. He enjoyed making me twist and sigh with his mouth.
Alex's hair-rough legs, which had surrounded my head, moved away. He was still shuddering from orgasm when he positioned himself behind me.
My awareness of him dissolved the moment Dave's pleasure-giving tip asserted itself. "Dave," I panted, "you're driving me insane. You're fantastic!"
He blond head bounded up and down, moving emphatically between my legs. He probed the areas around, as well as inside, my cunt. "Give me, baby, give me all you've got. Mmmmm. Let me taste every bit of you."
"You horny stud!" I groaned. "Make it nice and slick for your cock-I want that in me next." I thrust my snatch at him, urging him to eat. He made me thrash and pant.
"I'll make you cum now." He sucked, leaving me weak. I went wild, shaking, when Alex's arms enveloped me. Having those muscular limbs for support afforded me an unexpected thrill. I depressed my nails in automatic response.
"Eat me, eat me!" I wailed, my crotch overheated. My cheeks were scarlet, my flesh dripping with sweat. His tongue sent me over the edge, tickling me to sweet distraction. "Keep going."
Alex sought to accentuate my satisfaction. His large hands slipped into my loose teddy to pinch my swollen nipples. I grit my teeth, then shivered as all stimulation culminated toward that mind-and-body rending state. Electric shocks resulted from his intermittent tweaks.
"I'm cumming!" I cried. "You're making me cum! Ohhhhh!" I went into a seizure, buckling from his relentless mouth. I nearly sprang from the pillows, elevating my cunt in his face, then smeared his cheeks with its abundant moisture. I felt the juice ooze from my pussy as I went numb. Slowly, I sank back, exquisitely drained.
When that delirious moment of weakness passed, I caressed Dave's face while petting Alex's arm. "I didn't think I was going to live through that one."
Dave grinned. "I hope you're not tired of cumming, baby. We want more."
"I'm always eager for more," I seductively said. "Especially when I have two good-looking men all to myself."
"Good," Dave said. "We've got a surprise for you."
"Oh?" I voiced cautiously. The look on his face alerted me to some kinky thrill in store. Dave reveled in the unusual, the forbidden. To look at him, you wouldn't conclude as much, given his clean, dapper bearing. Dave could be counted upon to participate in lively experimentation.
"We sure do," Alex said, kissing the nape of my neck. He hadn't moved a fraction behind me.
Dave had licked me so nicely I could hardly deny him his choice of pleasure. If he opted for kinky, then I would demonstrate a willingness to comply.
"Do you have any K-Y?" he asked.
"Sure. I keep a tube in that drawer," I said, indicating the side table by the sofa.
Dave fetched it, then handed it to Alex. "Grease her up."
Alex squirted a healthy amount of it in on his big thumb, then brought it to my anus. I sobbed with joy as it wriggled back and forth, gaining entrance.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," I sighed. "Yeah."
Dave's cock stood high and ready. He reclined across the pillows and fondled himself until he was throbbing and hugely erect. Dave was so big, that thing looked like another appendage. Between the scent of the lubricant and the sight of that big dick, I was eager to begin.
Dave's grin was sexy, provoking. "Sit on me."
I straddled Dave's muscle-hewn figure, my heart pounding at the prospect of riding him to orgasm. I didn't sink my pussy onto that erection just yet, drawing out the suspense. Alex required a moment to oil his cock for my butt. I could hear the slick noises his hand made as it massaged his hard-on. As my smooth silky thighs grazed Dave's hair-dusted ones, I let out a shiver. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Manly textures drove me to distraction.
Dave took the opportunity to touch my pussy, grazing my clit with his thumb. His gyrations were fluent and calculated. I sobbed with delight as he heightened my desire for him. "You're so juicy, Amber. Your pussy has that warm, ticklish subtlety."
"I'll bet your ass feels just as good," Alex muttered into my ear. He wedged the blunt end of his cock at my butt hole. "I love fucking a nice, sweet ass like yours, Amber. Small and elegant."
"Relax," Dave murmured, charming me with his eyes. "It'll be good."
I gasped aloud as the head of Alex's cock was pushed into my anus. He didn't proceed with haste, taking care in its insertion. I wasn't crazy about putting anything up my ass, but the moment was spontaneous and the fun almost guaranteed. I set aside my minor objections and welcomed his anal penetration.
"Ohhhhhh," I moaned. His dick was thick, stretching my asshole.
Alex moved it back and forth, letting me grow accustomed to its size. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yes," I replied in a small, dazed voice. I prayed he wouldn't ram me with it. I was just beginning to acclimate myself to its immense width.
He lifted me, making sure his shaft was firmly planted in my ass. I shook, throwing myself into Dave's arms. I writhed gently against his staunch, muscled body. My pussy abutted his stiff cock. Dave throbbed in response to my quivering nudity and impaled asshole. Alex smashed himself to my buns, holding his cock in place. I ran my fingers along his beefy flesh, encountering a tremor of excitement.
Dave gripped his hard dick. He stroked it several times, grunting in anticipation, then managed to shift his hips until he stuck the bloated head into my pussy. I gasped as he slowly fed his cock into me. Receiving hardness into both openings-especially of their given size-was awesome for me.
"Ohhhhh," I panted. "Oh, God, so big, so big."
Once again, Alex paused. "Do you want me to stop?"
I grit my teeth. "No, not yet."
"Good. I don't know if I can." He maintained his depth in my ass.
"She doesn't want anybody to stop," Dave cracked. "You like a little double penetration, don't you, baby?"
I shrugged. "So far, it's not bad."
He continued to push his cock into me until I had taken him whole. I felt his beat within the silky wrap of my cunt lips. A low sigh escaped my lips, followed by a sharp intake of breath when Alex reinforced penetration of his cock. Two dicks-inside me at once. I could scarcely believe it.
Each man fought to keep his space. Dave seized my hips and pulled me down on his thing, while Alex leaned forward until gravity and pressure ensured his occupation.
I clawed my nails, sinking them into Dave's massive chest. "Oh, God, how are we going to fuck like this? I can barely move."
"You gotta try," Dave murmured. He dug his heels into the pillows and charged up my snatch. "Oh, yeah." After working through my narrowed channel, he proceeded to withdraw half of that amount with a prolonged drag. "Jesus." His features were marred with contortions as though the very effort to do this exhausted him.
Alex left him virtually no room to slip in and out of me. The protrusion of his cock through my back wall hindered Dave's movement. He pumped me very slowly, dipping into the furthest recess of my dark channel with a grunt. "Oh, Amber. You're nice and tight for me. Good. Yeah."
Even the most marginal of movements sent shivers up my spine. I was doubly impaled. I smoothed my hand over Dave's smooth flesh, brushing past his pubic thatch, around his embedded shaft and his balls, trailing his muscular thighs. My fingers grazed the greasy cock projecting from my ass.
"Oh, my God," I sighed.
"Want more?" Alex taunted.
"Yeah."
He slithered through my lubricated buns. His dick sliced into my oily tissue. "Swallow me up, baby. Absorb me. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhhhh. I'm all smashed inside your butt. Let me fuck that sweet ass. Let me stroke your tight hole with my cock. Ahhhhhhhhh. Bring yourself back to me, if you can. Fuck me with your ass."
Dave, realizing I couldn't move in both directions, went far into my pussy. His rhythm wasn't as labored. My juices were replenished, affording him sufficient access. His balls slapped my inner thighs as he rammed into my cunt. "Are you getting into it, Amber? Two cocks buried in you-giving your gorgeous body a challenging exercise."
I kind of liked the double whammy. We were joined together as one unit. I was crowded by horny male flesh, struggling for supremacy of space. All that sweating and grinding got me going. I was turned on big time. Getting fucked by two men simultaneously was the ultimate high.
Alex launched into a pumping frenzy. My ass received several uninterrupted moments of hot spearing. I cried out as he crammed his dick into the crack of my butt. Ohhhhhhh! The profusion of sweat that oozed from my pores had me plastered to his hairy chest. Alex rotated my nipples with his thumbs, dispensing one electric shock after another.
"Yeah, there," I gasped when he packed himself in there to the hilt. "Come on, slide it into me faster. It feels so good. Give it to me, baby. Fuck my ass!"
He did so, easing his lubricated shaft right down to the balls. An agonized grunt sounded from behind his clenched teeth. Palpitations emanated from his plump stem. My exertions took his breath away. I put my all into squeezing that stiff cock, willing my walls to practically graft themselves to his jelly-sticky skin.
"Christ," Alex groaned. "What a rush. Hold it so it stays in. Whew."
"It's getting harder to fuck you," Dave complained from below. "I've got to squeeze past that bottleneck. Ahhhhhhh. Jesus, it's so fucking tight in there. Ahhhhhhhh. Yeah, baby. Let me fuck you. Let me fuck that wet snatch."
He began stroking my pussy with his cock. It went in with much resistance, decreeing he put forth more effort. Alex shoved himself deep into my ass, impeding him from full entrance. Dave had to continually work himself up my pussy while intensely pumping me.
"Ohhhhh!" I wailed. "Dave, oh, my God."
"Relax," he instructed. He plowed his entire length into my cunt. I squealed as he sank to the hilt, then dragged all but the knob of his cock from my crevice. In the next instant, he plunged his whole self into me, giving me a powerful thrill. I moaned as it split me apart. "Oh, Amber, you're the best. It feels so fucking good to be buried between your legs. Ahhhhhhhhh. Hump me, baby. Fuck me with that greedy cunt. Shove yourself down on me. Get my cock juicy with your nectar."
"Oh, yes," I sobbed. "Keep going. I want it so bad."
In retaliation, I drove my butt toward Alex with matched fervor. He gasped aloud as I fucked him with my asshole, then slammed right back. Alex crammed his dick into my ass with equal passion.
"Ohhhhhhhhhh!" I sobbed as he filled my ass with the cock. It was as long and hard, prying my anus in half. Jesus, I was getting fucked in both directions. My shaking knees went down into the pillows. There was no escape from those hot, hungry thrusts.
"Yeah," Dave muttered. "Fuck me, fuck me, baby, give it to me." He scrutinized my torment. "Do you like having Alex's big thing up your butt?"
"Yes. Both of you feel incredible."
"Alex and I do like to share."
"We sure do," Alex groaned in my ear. My nipples received his tremor-ridden fingertips. Sparks erupted. "Oh, baby. Shake that ass. Move it for me. Let me steer my cock right down to your bowels. Ahhhhhhhhhh."
He guided that monster in and out of my butt, making sure I enjoyed that probing sensation. I tried to relish the feel of Dave's cock slipping through my pussy lips, but the combined effect of double penetration undercut individual sensitivity.
His groin slammed against mine. Dave peered down to see his thick cock get swallowed by my cunt. A second later, he arched his back while Alex fucked my ass. Yeah! What a rush! He bore down on his heels, hammering himself into me. He was getting off on my sense of urgency. He pushed his way into me, just as Alex shoved spontaneously.
"Ohhhh!" My sexy body dripped with sweat. The strong smell of pussy filled the air, pinching my nostrils. They were both going crazy, fucking me like maniacs.
"Come on, baby," Dave told me. "Bear down. Sit on my big cock. Cover me with that warm, juicy snatch. Yeah. It's all tight from two dicks-so fucking tight it's going to make us all cum."
I whimpered, then attempted to make them suffer. His sweat mingled with mine, streaming down his man's body. I thrust myself at him, taking his dick high into my pussy just before Alex rammed himself home. Dave was unaffected by the cramped space in my pussy. He jerked his hips toward me, urging Alex to feed my anus more of his rigid thing. Alex had no problem acting on Dave's silent instruction. His cock sank deliciously between my ass cheeks, my butt hole absorbing it.
"Oh, baby," I crooned, "fuck me with that cock! Give it to me. I love it. Put it all in, up to your balls. Oh, yes, go deep."
"You're getting pumped from both sides," Dave panted. "We're fucking your pussy and your ass all at once."
That thick shaft slid farther into my asshole. It ground against the wall of my pussy that bulged with Dave's cock. Meanwhile, his dick welded itself to my pulsating clit. I cried out, my mouth dropping open. My breath came in slobbering gulps.
"You're making me cum!" I screamed feverishly. "Ohhhhhhhhh! I'm cumming."
"Together, baby," he muttered. "All of us. Together, shooting cum."
I moaned as Dave spewed inside my pussy. Alex, unable to perpetuate the heat he generated, exploded in my ass. Ohhhhhhhhhh! Both of them persisted in keeping their dicks in place even while our bodies were bombarded with contractions. When our pleasure became final with the last spasm, Alex finally ended the pressure he exerted on my anus and pulled out. He sank on the pillows with a sputtering gasp. Dave followed, hissing air as he fell beside me. We writhed in splendor, caressing each other.
By that time, I was raring to go out on the town. Sex revitalized me. I searched the racks in my closet for the sexiest outfit. If the tabloids were out in force, then I was going to be prepared. Let them snap photos of me with Dave and Alex-I could give a shit. I wanted the world to see me with my men. At least, they weren't merely window dressing, but actual lovers of mine.
Dave drove. His Jaguar was exactly the means of transportation my image deserved. I sat up in front with Dave while Alex caressed my shoulders. I let the wind whip my hair. The neon lights of Hollywood beckoned. I was definitely game for a little hell-raising.
"How do you feel about stopping at Hoollihan's first?" Dave suggested.
Hoollihan's, an Irish club that catered to the "in" crowd, was a perfect start for an evening of wild abandon. I'd been caught there numerous times by the tabloid hounds. "Sure." I stroked him throughout the ride, high on sex. My naughty fingers were getting him hard all over again. I toyed with the idea of giving him a blow job in the car, then changed my mind. I certainly didn't want us getting into an accident-even if I was hungry for cock.
Alex copped a feel by reaching over the seat. I laughed. You would have thought he'd had enough at my place, but the guy was definitely looking for more. I let him flick a nipple or two. If that's what it took to get his rocks off, I counted it charitable on my part.
We were noticed in an instant. The second we swung through the doors, I heard someone whisper, "Look, it's Amber! Wow, Amber Welles! Man, she's just as hot in person!" My lips curved. It was great being on top.
And then, a bomb went off.
I blinked, distrusting my eyes. Could it be a hallucination produced by the hazy cigarette smoke? No. I refused to accept what I saw. Lorna Patterson, the bony bitch, was at the bar with her stool dragged so close to Steve Saunders, my agent, that she could have been sitting on his lap. My nostrils flared.
Steve did a double take and tried to inch himself from Lorna's tentacles. Too late for him; Lorna's hand was revealed stroking a rather swollen crotch. Steve was afforded no opportunity to hide his enormous erection and looked guilty as sin. His jaw dropped.
I was so pissed, you could have fried eggs on my forehead. It was a shame I didn't think to slip a brick inside my purse; I would have flung it right at their deviant little faces.
"Looking for a new name to add to your client list, Steve?" I bellowed at the top of my lungs. I was heard above the din of music, talking and what-not. At this point, I didn't give a shit. Creating scenes was my specialty. I turned my attention to Lorna, hurling insults. "Were you giving him a hard-on to butter him up? Think you'll get represented if you give him a blow job?"
Lorna seemed delight to engage me in battle. My tongue-lashing didn't faze her in the least. "He probably hasn't been with a real woman in a long time."
"Oh? Is that so?" I dramatically turned to Steve, and screamed out, "What's the matter, Steve? Didn't care for the fuck I tossed you last week?"
"Amber, I can explain," he mentioned calmly. "Please, settle down. Let me order you a drink."
"Not a chance, baby. I'm not barging in on your little interview with the bony bitch. I keep better company than that."
"Yes," Lorna mocked, glancing at Alex and Dave. "You three looked like you just rolled out of bed. Oh, excuse me, Amber. I didn't mean to get personal."
"Fuck you!" I growled.
Lorna seized the opportunity to rub my nose in it. "You never stop, do you? You're a goddamn nymphomaniac. Is it true you installed handlebars on your headboard?"
I took a beer from the bar and dumped it in her face. "Blow me."
"You cunt!" Lorna screamed. "This dress cost me a few grand. How dare you! You're going to
CHAPTER SIX
I have to confess: I was devastated. Steve was my knight in shining armor, my confidante, my best friend and the greatest lover I ever had.
That did not stop me, however, from phoning Snitch the following morning with the juiciest scoop they hoped to get!
"Steve Saunders is having a secret affair with Lorna Patterson," I divulged to one of the tabloid's top reporters. "I caught them red-handed. I also have it on excellent authority that he planned on dropping me as a client after this season and has been doing everything in his power to boost Lorna's career. He feels she's going to ultimately usurp my role on Sizzle Bay. He has influence with the show's writers; he's personally directing my character's departure in lieu of promoting Lorna. Yes, of course, I'm certain of my facts. Would I lie to you guys?"
I slammed the phone down on its cradle and sniggered at Shari and Liz. "I'll nail that motherfuckers ass to the cross!"
Shari sighed. "I don't understand; Steve's never been attracted to Lorna in the past. I didn't think he was positive of her talent, and saw no reason in cultivating it, either."
"She had her hand on his cock," Liz patently advised. "When a woman transmits that kind of message to a man, he doesn't use the head on his shoulders, but the other to do his thinking."
"You've got that right," I sneered. "And now that I know her slimy hand was on his dick, I'd never put it near my mouth or pussy again."
Steve had attempted multiple times to call me and neutralize my rage. He insisted, "You've got it all wrong. There's a perfect explanation for all this," before I cut him off. All phone messages taken were ripped into shreds. I had him barred from the set-even at Lorna's indignation. Anyone who thought my actions rash or unreasonable were-likewise dismissed. I sought to punish Steve in the worst way possible.
I did not take deception well.
I snatched up the phone and started punching a sequence of numbers. I was thoroughly rattled, intractable and bent on revenge. Steve Saunders betrayed me. He should never have consented to meet with Lorna Patterson, and would live to regret making that mistake. "I wish to speak with Lyla Brooks. Tell her it's Amber Welles."
Liz's eyes flashed. "You're calling her? She's Steve's biggest client, next to you."
My lips curved. "I shoot to kill." After a moment of getting my call transferred, I had Lyla on the line. I emptied my voice of all cheer and effected a tone shorn of emotion. "Hi, this is Amber. I just thought you ought to know what a prick Steve Saunders is. He's been operating to replace me with Lorna Patterson on Sizzle Bay. The two of them have conspired against me. Yes, he's dishonest, through and through. I caught them fucking their brains out in the sack, gloating over their plans; little did they know I had her apartment bugged. You can imagine the shock I sustained. It was horrible. Would you let a man like that represent you? Good girl, I thought you'd see it my way. I'm sure another agent will be pleased to handle you. It was nice talking to you, Lyla. Let's do lunch next week." I lowered the phone, then cackled, "I love being a bitch."
"But you didn't catch them in the sack," Shari sought to correct me. "And you didn't have Lorna's apartment bugged."
My lips thinned and eyes narrowed. "If you care to remain in good standing with me, baby, then you'd better accept what I tell people as bible. I can make you a social outcast with a snap of my fingers."
"Sure," Shari muttered, realizing her blunder. "Anything you say. Amber."
"That's more like it." I turned to Liz to establish her concurrence. Although she didn't utter a syllable, she looked extremely uncomfortable.
"I have your word?" I growled.
She nodded.
I decided I was laying it on a little too thick, and elected to lighten up. "I need all the help I can get if I'm going to derail Steve Saunders. You two have always been my biggest supporters. You can't let me down."
Liz regained her sense of composure. "Sure, Amber. You can count on us."
"Yeah," Shari giggled, assuming her normal frame. "We're on your side."
I clapped my hands. "I just got a terrific idea. Why don't I throw a big bash here? An old-fashioned, wild party? I'll have it catered, provide live entertainment-it'll be a major, gala event. The invitations will be written straight from Hollywood's Who's Who."
"If anybody can pull it off, you can, Amber," Liz assured me.
"You've got the connections," Shari chimed.
I nodded, gratified by my inspiration. It was exactly the stroke of genius required to bring Steve Saunders to his knees. His noticeable absence, along with a suspense-propelled campaign of who will be named his successor. will undoubtedly bring them to me in droves. As previously mentioned, I love being a bitch.
As it happened, the party cost me a small fortune. I considered it a business expense. Hell, wrecking Steve Saunders was my purpose.
The Hollywood Who's Who didn't all arrive; some sent their regrets with explanations of being away on location filming a new movie. Others came and left, putting in an appearance that would go on record. Some who weren't invited crashed-such as Tom McVoy, who I didn't consider A-List, but who felt he was of A-List quality.
I didn't care. I was having a fabulous time. At every chance, I trashed Steve. "Oh, we weren't getting along," I waved to one person; or I threw in a "creative differences, you know" for good measure. To the very impressionable and most susceptible for spreading gossip, I whispered, "He's a two-timing bastard. What he did to me was unforgivable. He's beyond redemption."
As the evening progressed, the mood shifted. The party metamorphosed into one big erotic gathering. Not all guests participated, but those who did were known for their bedside manner. I'm not unashamed to admit I was one of the chief promoters for that train of thought.
Tonight's assemblage was exceptional. Some of those most desirable stars were present. I had the hots for several of the men, and a couple of the women. Their veracity toward sexual experimentation launched a wave of lust I found unstoppable.
At this late hour, only the sexually active were left. Proposing a new direction for the evening was definitely warranted. "I think it's time for everyone to get naked," I blurted drunkenly after depositing my empty champagne glass on a table. "Shall I separate the men from the boys?"
Shari didn't miss a beat. Her fingers clawed at her sequined top, plucking off the buttons until her tits exploded into view.
Liz followed suit. She shimmied out of her formfitting dress and kicked it off with a flourish. Men congregated about her. An outbreak of drool resulted.
"Oh, yeah," a few mentioned. "Look at that ass."
"Nice tits."
"Come on, guys," announced yet another. "Let's service these girls."
I peeled off my blouse with mounting anticipation. Exposure of my tanned flesh received a pleased, interested reaction from Lyla Brooks. I should have known Lyla's acceptance predicated upon such shenanigans taking place. She knew I was wild and wished to see evidence of it firsthand. I willed her to gaze at my big tits, gathering them up in my hands and squeezing them. Total emphasis was placed on my engaging cleavage. Had Lyla considered sucking my nipples? Tonight, she might.
I dropped my panties to the floor, discarding them playfully to the side with my toes. My furred cunt lips caught Lyla's eye.
Mmmmmmmm. Maybe she'd like to lick me, I mused. The spike heels I wore would stay. Surely, she would be entertained by them.
"Let's go take care of the troops," I smirked, poised for action.
I was delighted to see that my impromptu orgy was in full swing. The lights had been dimmed with the exception of a police light flashing red and yellow across the writhing, naked bodies. Illuminated were erect cocks being sucked into willing mouths; eager tongues slurping at receptive pussies; groins slapping against each other in hot delirium. The echoes of orgasm bounced off the walls, with screams of ecstasy in swift pursuit. The joy of sweaty flesh was deafening.
"Do it again, baby," moaned Shari as Dave slammed his dick into her. I could see how big his cock had grown now that he was excited. Ohhhhhhh. They stood against the wall, the muscles in his buttocks flexing as he pumped her.
Shari squirmed frantically, moving with each beat. "More, more."
I glanced over at Lyla, who actually looked aroused by what Dave was doing.
Liz blew two men at the same time. First she slid her lips over one of the throbbing cocks, rubbing it noisily with saliva, then she absorbed the other. One of the men grabbed her head and held her down for a few seconds, wanting a few more seconds of her feverish sucking. Drool abundantly slithered down his shaft as she mouthed him. When she lifted herself, I saw Liz's nipples were very erect.
The idea of working on two men at once aroused me. Two cocks were definitely better than one.
"I sure hope none of the spies from Snitch are here," I whispered to Lyla. "I wouldn't want this to reach print." I particularly didn't want photos of my bare ass to be plastered on its cover.
Lyla giggled. "If there are, I'm afraid it's too late to start worrying."
Steve would have put the brakes on my having this kind of party. What I did in private was irrelevant; what I did among fifty people was another story. Alcohol, however, affected my judgment. I couldn't hear the voice of reason that attempted to make contact with my brain: moans of pleasure overwhelmed it.
That still didn't make me completely comfortable about Snitch getting their hands on this kind of dirt. "Throw out anybody that doesn't belong," I mentioned to one of the waiters I hired from the catering service. "Intruders are not welcome."
The waiter, a friendly looking Mexican, gave me a wink. "Yes, ma'am."
I located Tom McVoy-naturally sans clothes. My visual pleasure of his magnificent body was dimmed by the company he kept. A girl was kneeling at his feet, taking his dick into her mouth. She sucked it greedily while another girl kissed him without restraint, her tongue plunging between his lips. Mmmmmmm. No matter how much I tried to detest him, I returned to the same conclusion: he was built like a god. I shivered at the sight of his wet cock, even though it was being slobbered by another pair of lips. I remembered when mine had gobbled him up. What a delicious, exciting experience that had been. I was getting aroused recollecting it.
My heated memories faded as his current actions reclaimed my attention. Tom's fingers were at her pussy, sliding into the juicy slit. His thumb was provoking her clit. The girl, moaning, thrust toward it in need.
"Finger me," she panted. "Fuck me with your finger, stick it into my pussy. Ohhhhhh, oh, yes."
"Wouldn't you rather have my dick?" he asked.
"That's for my mouth. Mmmmm, you taste so good," she said, sucking him. "Gonna blow your brains out. Mmmmmmmm. Oh, yeah." Her lips smothered him with oral love. She tongued his balls and lashed him with spit. I watched as he leaned back, then slipped more of his cock into her face. Her hungry growl got to me. She was oblivious to all but that hard, jutting monster.
He saw me from behind, then slowly pulled his dick from the girl's grasping lips. "Care to help yourself to some of this?" he asked vainly, stroking himself.
"Looks like you're doing a terrific job by yourself," I snickered. "Please, don't let me stop you. By all means, finish?'
"I'd rather have your sweet mouth tugging at it," he said.
"Hey, what about me?" gasped the girl.
"There's plenty for you both," he said, patting the top of her head.
God! I thought. What an asshole! "Think I'd rather do a little shopping first. Prices are a little too high in this neck of the woods."
"Suit yourself, baby. But remember, it might not last."
I anchored my hand on my hips and flipped him the finger. "It never does, in your case." He laughed. "You'll be back. Should I clock you?"
I flipped him the finger. "In your ear, baby!"
Ha! Did he think I would pant for him? The man was crazed. Who could blame him? Tonight, he was in cum heaven. There were dozens of girls eager to placate him. Tom pointed himself in the other direction and got slurped by that hot, ready tongue, then mouthed by those sexy lips of his impatient partner. Another girl knelt beside her, opening her mouth and appeared anxious to receive him. I gathered, from their heated expressions, they were willing to take turns sucking him.
I was about to veer the opposite way when someone took hold of my arm.
"You don't need him," Lyla Brooks whispered in her ear. "He can't give you a fraction of what you could have with me." She smiled in a warm, cozy way that made me rethink my options. Maybe I was in too much of a hurry for a man; a woman would do splendidly.
"Think so, huh? Give me the details-in full."
Lyla was encouraged. "Would you rather slip away somewhere, or should we make ourselves comfortable right here?"
I was in the mood to torment Tom-show the bastard what he wasn't getting. Maybe if he got an eyeful, he'd shut the fuck up once and for all. "Right here, baby. Mmmmmmmm. Get your little ass right over here so I can grab it."
Hell, the liquor in my system got me cocky. I felt like getting wild.
Lyla molded herself to me. Her flesh was pure velvet. I cupped her buttocks and dragged it flush with my body. Our pubes rubbed. Ohhhhhhhh.
Lyla was light-years ahead of me. The second my bottom lip dropped, she snuck her tongue into my mouth. She swept me from top to bottom, vibrating with need. I shivered in her arms, getting hornier by the second. Ohhhhhhhhh. Our nipples touched. I felt her getting wet against me. She massaged me with those juicy cunt lips. My mound was all aquiver. Lyla was driving me out of my mind, fast.
Several feet away, Tom concentrated on getting his dick sucked. He groaned as the girl at his feet took him into her mouth. "Oh, yeah...." he muttered, caressing her head, steering more cock between her lips. "Eat it, baby. Get it all in there. Show me you can do it. Yeah. Ahhhhhhhhh. Suck me. Suck my dick."
"Mmmmm," she sobbed, grasping at the skin of his cock with her sensual lips. "Mmmmmm."
I could have given that girl advice on improving her technique while doing Lyla, but, hey, I didn't feel like showing off. I wanted Lyla to think I was focused on her. To be quite honest, Lyla was close to getting me off.
Lyla and I eased ourselves to my big bear carpet. Her touch was smooth, unforgettable. I would have enjoyed it more had we been alone-but in view of my present audience, my heart hammered at every second. I could not believe this was actually Lyla Brooks-star of the hit comedy, Sister Immaculata. Lyla demonstrated an erotic personality I would never have suspected her of having. Jesus. Looking at her, I couldn't deny she was attractive. In contrast to my brunette hair, Lyla had a full mane of luscious red. I kept staring at her nipples, so pink and erect. God, the impulse to use my tongue on them was barely held in check. Bathed in soft colors of the police light, my appetite was roused.
"It's okay," Lyla soothed, her fingers drifting over my tits. Mmmmmmm. I made velvety contact. As our flesh brushed, I quivered. Lyla was incredibly soft. I got extremely wet. My pussy oozed with juice as we settled over the bear rug. The music in the background lured me into a different frame of mind.
She's so fucking hot, I told myself. I abandoned myself to the lush sensation she provided. Yes, enjoy it, and forget about Tom, Steve-everyone.
I watched Lyla descend to my pussy. That red mound of hair skimmed across my naked thighs. A second later, I felt Lyla's moist tongue slurp my cunt. Oh, God! Ohhhhhhh! I hadn't expected such delicacy. I balled my fists and sank upon my back. I writhed as she ate my pussy. Christ, she was great! My clit, brought to a pulsing swell, was nibbled so seductively, I couldn't help falling under its spell. I rocked my head, lost in its heavenly turmoil.
"Let me taste your honey," Lyla purred, lapping my juicy flesh. "Mmmmmm. I knew it would be great. I can't watch Sizzle Bay without jiggling myself. You get me so hot and bothered, I go crazy. Mmmmmm."
"Yes," I gasped, clutching her head and navigating her serpentine tongue. "Ohhhhhhhh!" That tip rippled over my love button as though entirely familiar with its needs. Lyla was a perceptive, tender lover. I couldn't get enough. My hips moved blindly, swinging at her sucking lips. "More, Lyla. Suck me."
"Sure, baby. I'll do whatever you want," Lyla's voice floated over to me. Her head bobbed up and down, lashing me with scalding saliva. My pussy was abundantly moist. Between Lyla's salivary efforts and my spurting juices, I was well-lubricated.
I moaned on the rug, taken by Lyla's oral care. A delicious feeling began to build in the pit of my pussy, spreading to all sensitized regions. Pleasure escalated to a higher level. My toes curled as a result. Ohhhhh.
"You love it, don't you?" Lyla asked. "It's always good, whether a guy does it, or a girl. I've learned that girls do it much, much better."
"Mmmmm." I stretched with luxury, gasping at her alluring darts. "I'm inclined to agree."
Her fingers were fluent, running along my stimulated flesh. Her tongue darted in and out of my succulent slot, consuming the abounding moisture. Lyla intuitively knew which spots drew my deepest, most guttural sighs. Each slurp, each lick was a shivering reward. Ohhhh!
"Oh, baby," I blurted, unable to keep the endearment from escaping my lips. I writhed with splendor on my back. "Yes, oh, yes, eat me. Eat me good. Lick me clean. Swallow those juices."
"You like the way I lick pussy?"
"Ohhhhhhh, you're going to make me cum."
"Okay. I'll make you cum. Then it'll be your turn to eat me."
I twisted myself into a pretzel, gasping for oxygen. Trembling, I clawed at the mobile head from which I derived pleasure. My cunt was drenched with desire. What a perfect tongue! And her eagerness was unmatched. She sucked me into a frenzy, unwilling to remove her mouth from my delectable cunt lips. The vibrations of my clit were tierce, satisfying. I was sent into sweet oblivion.
Oh, God! I panted. I was cumming! This loving girl had brought me to climax with her limber tip. My lips widened and short, hurried gasps escaped. I was shaking hard, bucking wildly.
"You bitch," I moaned. "Ohhhhhh."
"Don't hold back," Lyla urged. "Don't even try. Go with it. Let it happen." She returned her mouth to my pussy with a vengeance and slurped me straight to limbo.
I jerked recklessly, enduring the damp explosion that occurred between my legs. It made me curve and undulate. My head pounded and my face contorted. After several wriggling moments, I felt thoroughly depleted. My energy was definitely on the wane.
Our bodies finally separated, both from physical exhaustion. I was spent from that passionate release. Lyla's breath smelled of cunt, her tongue lapping the residue that lingered on her lips.
The yearning to reciprocate was overpowering. I wanted to eat this girl and bring her to orgasm. With a burst of renewed strength, I got up and leaned over her supine figure. Lyla's snatch, lined with red pubes, made my appetite flare. I lowered my mouth to her swollen cunt lips.
"Be nice," Lyla whispered, attempting to catch her breath. "Be tender."
I grasped her legs and pulled them open. I stared down at her pussy, then sunk my face into it. My tongue explored its tangy depths, slithering into that sluiced crevice. I got her wet after several stimulating licks, then went after her clit. That love button bulged against my tongue. I flicked softly, making her shake. More of her female juices trickled from those pink lips. Eagerly, I gulped them down. Mmmmmmm. Lyla proved to be quite a treat.
"How's that?" I sought her approval. Since I had some experience to back my question, and given her fevered response, I gathered it was to her liking.
"Eat me," Lyla sobbed. "Lick me! Suck on my clit! Use your tongue to make me cum. Taste how hot you've made me. Slurp me, work me with that tongue. Ohhhhhhhhh. Oh, Amber, you're great."
I readily complied. I lapped her cunt, following the methods employed on me with a little of my own style. I indulged myself by caressing the soft pussy hair, weaving my fingers through its bristliness, then dipping my tongue into her saccharine excess.
"Mmmmmmm. Oh, like that. More," Lyla moaned. She threw open her thighs and urged me to feed upon her pussy and its replenished secretions.
I removed myself from those enjoyable cunt lips. "Lay back, honey, and shut that fucking trap of yours, or I'll stuff my tit with it." I was feeling a little frisky after having shot my load, so telling her this was no skin off my back. I enjoyed ordering people around. Amber Welles didn't take direction; she dictated!
Lyla wailed, biting down on her finger. Her ass slammed to the rug once I resumed my suck. "Ohhhhhh."
I thought about how much she hated Tom McVoy at this moment. I wouldn't be confirming my lesbian tendencies to the others if he hadn't forced me. Not that I minded anymore, given this fine specimen of cunt stuck to my face. I didn't want him to think he was God's gift, and that pleasure was his alone to give. The trouble was, I liked going down on Lyla. She was a treat to my taste buds. Mmmmmmmmmm. I hoped this wouldn't ruin it for me when I was with a man. I had always preferred cock up until then.
"Baby, you're the best," Lyla crooned. "You've got me so wet. Ohhhhhhhhh. Fuck me with your tongue. Cram it into me. Ohhhhhhhhh. Yes, like that. More. Yes! Ohhhhhhhhhh."
I smirked to myself. Who would believe this? Amber Welles eating pussy! I sank my tongue deep into her cunthole before withdrawing it slowly. I adored Lyla's screams of delight, along with her quivering flesh. I fucked her for several long, delightful moments with my tongue. Lyla panted for more. Mmmmmm. The best part of getting involved in this sort of situation was that I knew what maneuver on my part would yield the best results. I repeated the same moves with my tongue that Lyla used, only expanding upon it, exaggerating, adopting a style that was almost too complex to duplicate. Lyla responded wildly to whatever I did. She clenched and unclenched her fists, then pinched her swollen nipples.
Lyla's lustful cries drew a large crowd. I felt dozens of eyes staring down at me, watching me give great head. Strangely, it didn't bother me. I was too stoned on sex to care. Licking a girl's pussy was a forbidden thrill, an intoxicating experience. It also gave me immense satisfaction that Tom was paying attention to my performance and realizing he wouldn't get a single moment of it.
Good! I thought. He's aware of what he's missing.
"You sweet baby," Lyla said hoarsely. She writhed under the expert fingers I had thrust into her moist cunt. "Don't stop, keep doing me. Stick them up my pussy. Fuck me with your fingers. Ohhhhhhhh. Ram me high. Ohhhhh."
"You want more?" I purred. Before I received a reply, I switched and inserted a finger deep into the girl's asshole.
"Ohhhh!" Lyla curved her back, her features misshapen. My tongue lapped up all the excitement that oozed from her body. Lyla panted for more. I was determined not to stop until I had her begging-and even then, that would have to be negotiated!
Tom quit what he was doing and stared at my kinky display. Hmmm, I mused. All the pieces were beginning to fall into place. By unleashing my dark side, I had sparked Tom's curiosity. He evidently nourished himself on total depravity. Securing this knowledge, I became more persistent in driving my sex partner up the wall. I did everything to make her cry out.
"Don't stop, please, don't stop!" Lyla moaned, trembling. Her nipples bulged heavily from the application of my satiny tongue. Her fingers swirled around them, flicking the hard nuggets to magnify her drunken rapture.
I glimpsed Tom, who viewed the unfolding events with an enormous hard-on. Good, I gloated. I could easily picture him begging to fuck me later, when I was through with this screaming little bitch. And was he ever going to have to beg. He'd learn, very soon, that nobody treated Amber Welles in a shabby fashion!
My finger riveted steadily into the girl's anus, producing choked cries. I had her shaking, almost to a point I couldn't control her. The girl's ass slammed roughly to the rug, her tits bouncing back and forth, the air compressed from her lungs. She ran her hands over her stimulated flesh, shuddering.
"Oh, God," she shrieked, "ohhhhh, this is the best licking I've ever had. Ohhhh!"
She shook several more times, then her body went still. With the exceptions of some loud swallowing and strangled gasps, I thought she had fainted.
I turned to see Dave and Shari kneeling close to me. Dave's cock was stiff and Shari was stroking it with her fist. Both look pretty turned on by what I did and gestured for me to come join them. The sight of Dave's big thing inflamed my appetite-as well as the flash of Shari's limber tongue-but I declined their invitation with a steamy smile. They would have to do without my participation.
I rose my to feet, swelling with victory. Lyla was no match for my talents. I peered down at her fighting to catch her breath and felt superior. I had out-eaten her.
Suddenly, Tom was in front of me, looking quite impressed with my substantiated skills. The grin plastered on his face was silently telling me it was his turn to be the recipient of them.
I took glory in this moment. I wanted to repay him for his lack of respect for me. I firmly believed there was nothing a good slap couldn't correct. In Tom's case, however, I chose to humiliate him. It wasn't as though my hand could swing that high; he was six-foot six inches."
"How about it, babe?" he whispered. "Let's go upstairs and leave these amateurs."
"You can go right back to that mouth you were in," I sneered. "I'm sort of busy right now."
Tom grabbed my wrist. The strength in his grip kindled an excitement, despite my rage. "Still playing games, Amber? Why don't you admit how much you want me? I can see it. You're only depriving yourself."
"Maybe. But I'm not one to beg," I murmured, noticing the knot in my throat. Jesus, I got woozy when he dominated me with those large hands of his. I couldn't dispute the enormous pleasure he roused. I made a pretense of wanting to be released, snapping back from him. Tom held me fast. "You've lost your mind if you think I'm going to let you fuck me. I won't bend to your whims!"
Before I completed that sentence, I saw Troy Spencer walking toward me. Troy was one hell of a good-looking black actor who built his name on high speed detective flicks. Tall, muscular and reputed to be one of Hollywood's best lays, he swung a dick that gave me serious pause. Wow!
One look was all I needed to determine what would conclude the evening.
I gave him a wink and nodded to him. "Go away. Dessert is on the way."
Troy seemed pleased to be surveyed by me. He reached for my nipple and squeezed it. I winced-not from pain, but the electrical shock. Troy's touch carried passion. I felt that emotion pierce me, loud and true.
"Nice tits," he commented. "Mmmmmm. Let's get over to the rug." Troy knew, more than anyone, that tonight, the rules were simple: seek and enjoy.
Tom refused to release my wrist. "She's with me."
Troy raised a brow. "Are you, babe?"
I pushed Tom away. "Not on your life." My pulse accelerated at the notion of climbing onto that delicious man and fucking myself to distraction. For such an average-looking guy, Troy was endowed with a cock that must have measured a full eleven inches; the diameter of his shaft was probably an incredible two. His balls were huge, too. Sitting on equipment of that size would be comparable to fucking a telephone pole.
Tom did not take rejection well. "You could have what all the women in this town are hankering for. I don't understand how you could take a pass."
I leveled him a withering gaze. "Believe it." I reached for Troy's thing and stroked it. "Perhaps it will be more satisfying than being with you and that little dick."
Tom smirked. He was, by far, of substantial measurement-ten inches or more. Of course, next to Troy, he was dwarfed. But how often did I encounter someone of Troy's dimensions?
"Hey, guys," I called to the others. "How about a little jelly? Do you really expect me to fuck him without reinforcements?"
I hoped Tom was getting pissed. Sure, I'd fuck Troy-I'd give them all a real show. I'd cut Tom's ego down a size or two.
Lyla provided some K-Y; her curiosity to see me go for it was total. A generous amount was scooped from ajar and smeared on my pussy. I moaned in delectation as fingers were inserted into my cunt lips. Mmmmmm. I swayed as they rolled over my clit, then slid inside my snatch. I threw my head back and let out an intriguing sigh. I rotated my hips, guiding the application of jelly to those areas it would be needed most.
"Ohhhhhh," I whimpered. I closed my eyes, then looked directly at Troy upon opening them. "I'm ready," I said in a silken whisper, my tone glazed with lust.
Troy was stretched out on his back, fondling himself. His dick was made big by Lyla's sliding fist. She luxuriated in its apparent throb, honing him to a rigid state. The swollen cockhead had a bead of cum oozing from it. "I'm ready for you, too, baby."
I held myself over his groin, then dropped my ass. I moaned as I felt him nudge my pussy lips, then sink in. "Ohhhhhh," I moaned, willing my pussy to open and receive him. "Oh, yes, mmmmmmm, more, I want more." I twisted down on it, feeding Troy's inches one by one. "Ohhhhh." I clenched my fists, consumed by the sweet sensation of his dick. I was no longer acting-the penetration was phenomenal, deliciously unforgettable. My cunt lips absorbed him, sucking his length into my writhing body.
I peered at Troy, who was caught up in the heat. His head pressed into the rug, swaying. He found me looking at him, his eyes glossed with passion. "Oh, yeah, fuck me with that hot pussy," he muttered, savoring our hot connection.
My tanned thighs looked great against his chocolate ones. There seemed something incredibly nasty about fucking a black man. Watching that huge, dark shaft sliding in and out of me caught everyone's attention. I could tell I was making others horny as it disappeared in my snatch. His balls came right up to my butt as he squeezed every bit of himself into my cunt.
Ohhhhhhhh. There was a whole lot of him to fuck!
I was aware Tom wasn't pleased at my show of rapture. He had preferred being swathed with attention. I bet he wished he was under me, giving me his cock.
"Mmmmm," I moaned. "I love it. I love that stiff dick. Fill me with it. Ram me, baby. Yeah."
Shari and Lyla were licking my swollen nipples. Others indulged themselves with lapping the sweat from my body. I reveled in their worship. I invited their lustful indulgence. Amber Welles was being adored and savored by her public! Yes! I dared Tom to join in, but knew he wouldn't. He watched on in frustration.
Hands came out to stroke me. Even the tongues held sway over my appetizing flesh. I rose and fell, impaling myself on that beautiful black dick.
"So good," I murmured. "It's so good. Fuck me, fuck me, stud. Oh, yeah. Fuck me hard."
My cunt lips ground to his thick trunk. I couldn't help but soak him. Hunger seeped from my snatch.
"I'm going to make you cum," I whispered to Troy.
He nodded, sweat dribbling down his handsome face, then returned to the splendor I bestowed. He curved his spine, causing me to sink an inch further onto his stiff dick.
I adjusted my hips to the perfect angle, then began lifting and dropping my ass in heated abandon. I thrilled Troy with my cunt, greasing him with both my natural lubricants as well as those manually applied. My pussy was hot for him, taking him whole.
I moaned as my tits were sucked. I wasn't even sure who was doing it-it just felt great. I shut my eyes, concentrating on receiving pleasure. The hard dick throbbing inside me sharpened my focus. I moved with increased urgency. The moist, squishing sounds between my legs accentuated my mood. Troy dug his heels into the rug and responded with delirious bursts of energy, slamming his big thing into me. I met the impact with a gratified moan.
After several feverish moments, Troy muttered, "Jesus, I'm gonna cum."
I barely heard his choked cry before I went into a convulsion. Wild gusts of exhilaration hurtled through me. I shivered in ecstasy as I spasmed, feeling the warm flood of his jism. I rocked back and forth, moaning.
When my vision cleared, I fully expected to see Tom fuming. Instead, I found him feeding his cock to Lyla, who readily swallowed it. Her lips worked frantically, plying her saliva to the swollen shaft. Tom appeared totally engrossed in what she did.
"That's it, baby," he groaned, gliding in and out of her mouth. He expedited his thrust, tension dominating his expression. "Christ, swallow it, baby, swallow it, ugghhhhhhhh, uggghhhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh!"
I watched as Lyla's throat muscles worked. She gulped down his load. A load, I felt, that had been propelled by the things I'd done.
A flash went off in my face. Another, followed by yet another continued to illuminate the room. I had thought I'd detected such fluctuations of light while having sex with Lyla and Troy, but ignored them. I now realized pictures were being taken of me by that cute waiter from the catering outfit.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I demanded.
"This is going to get me a promotion!" he chortled.
I blinked, distrusting my hearing. "What?"
"Snitch scoops again!" He took one final shot of me totally enraged before making a speedy departure.
My jaw dropped. Shit!
The reporter didn't kid me. The cover of Snitch featured my shocked expression when I realized that informants had been planted at my party. I made Scandal Of The Week. "Hollywood Decadence: Orgy at Amber's!" the headlines screamed. "Top stars go on a sex-hungry binge!"
The producers of Sizzle Bay didn't take it lightly. I got my ass fired on the spot. After they took a gander of those shots of me eating Lyla Brooks (with black boxes strategically placed over her pussy to spare the faint-hearted), their humor was short-lived.
Lyla's show was put on hiatus. I supposed her producers didn't think the public would buy her as a nun anymore.
Tom McVoy-incredibly, unbelievably, astoundingly-got off, scot-free. I wanted to puke! Oh well, that was Hollywood for you. The men got away with all kinds of shit.
I stared morosely at issues of various tabloids, including Snitch. None of them were particularly kind to me. I suppose, in a way, I had it coming. Things had gone to my head. I had felt invincible; now I would pay the piper.
I supposed the next step would be to hire a new agent and try to get my career back on track. Thus far, all I was being offered was top billing in a lot of soft core bullshit. The scripts I got in the mail were a repeat of my little orgy in movie form. Producers wanted to capitalize on my bad publicity and turn a profit. I guess I couldn't blame them.
My doorbell sounded. I scratched my head. Who could that be? Liz and Shari steered clear of me; I guess they were afraid they would doom themselves by association. I was box office poison from this moment forward.
"Steve!" I blurted, surprised to see him. After dodging him the past several weeks, I would have thought he'd given up. Looking back, Steve never abandoned anyone. He was true blue.
"Can we talk?" he asked, searching my face for a sign of rejection.
"Sure," I sighed. "The day is young. I could use some cheering up."
He saw the tabloids strewn across my floor. "For your scrapbook?"
"Why not?" I deadpanned. "I thought it might give it a little color."
He shook his head. "Why, Amber? What got into your head?"
"Look, I'm not going to defend what I did. It was plain stupid, I should be shot, period. End of subject. If you stopped by to rib me about it, you're wasting both our time." I should have recognized his motive for coming; my negative publicity was positive for him. Now that my fans turned against me, they rallied for him. He was a victim of Amber Welles' venom and emerged a winner. My little comments didn't downgrade his appeal; stars still sought him for representation.
"I came here to talk. And to help you."
"Help me?" I was aghast. "After the way I treated you?"
He shrugged. "My feelings for you didn't just go away. I genuinely care for you. I always have."
My eyes narrowed. "What about Lorna Patterson?"
"What about her? You slammed me for talking to her, but I guarantee, it was an innocent situation."
"How innocent?"
"She called and begged me to see her. She had talked with the writers and learned about that murder plot you were lobbying for. She knew her days were numbered on Sizzle Bay. She wanted some professional advice and felt her agent was steering her wrong."
"She had her hand on your cock. I saw how stiff she got it. And you were enjoying it."
"I can't tell my body to behave at command. I didn't suggest she do it, and wasn't quite sure how to make her stop. She kept sobbing over the problems she was having while she stroked me. I couldn't help getting hard. I didn't want to, but it happened. Naturally, you walked in at the worst possible time, when it was impossible to refute."
"You mean-you weren't fucking her?"
"Not a chance. I knew the both of you were enemies. I guess I was stupid, too. I should have seen through her, realized I was being used. You know how people do that to each other in this town, Amber. It's a way of doing business."