We had been at the studio so long that the sun had set long ago and the night stars glistened in a clear sky. As we glided down the Ventura Freeway, making a quick curving turn onto the San Diego Freeway, I saw a myriad lights glittering in the valley below, and the sparkling lights dotting the hillside where the homes with their commanding valley views were coming to life in the cool of the night.
"Does it always cool off at night in Southern California?"
"Always," Rodney smiled. "When the smog lifts, and the night air becomes cool, there isn't anyplace that's nicer. Perfect nighttime swimming climate, great for fucking."
"You certainly like to do your share of screwing, don't you?"
"You bet your sweet ass I do," he grinned.
As we pulled into the hillside mansion, I saw Tom the houseboy, glancing through a shutter. I wondered if he was wondering when we'd make it home for dinner or if he was anxious to get another fuck.
When we came in the door, Tom rushed over to us. "Good evening… I wondered what happened to you. Dinner has been ready for some time."
"I am starved," Rodney admitted. "After a hard day's work at the studio I need a drink first, however."
Tom quickly prepared him his scotch on the rocks and turned to me. "What will you have?"
"Bourbon and seven," I told, him. Then we had our drinks and went into the dining room for dinner. After dinner, Rodney suggested, "Let's look at the movies in my bedroom."
"I always enjoy a good show."
"Well, this is a very good show," he assured me. "I think you'll dig it."
When we were safely in his room, with the doors locked, he turned to say, "You'll be more comfortable in the nude. Let's watch it on the bed; in the nude."
"You think of everything, don't you!"
"I sure as hell try," he chuckled. He had set the projector up and soon the machine flashed the color film.
"What a clever title… She Loved Her Dog Too Much!" I laughed.
"Wait'll you see this dog… ohhh, he was a beautiful fucker. We got some great shots."
A sharp-looking redhead was shown doing some wild dancing in a topless joint. She was throwing her bare tits about in wild abandon. The men were drooling, as she ground her ass. A rhinestone g-string covered her pussy and when she belted her butt, only the strings from the g-string were showing in her otherwise bare asshole.
"That's Gilda," he said, pulling my naked body over to him and feeling me down there.
"Gilda sure knows how to grind her ass," I observed.
"Oh, yes, she does… one of the best strippers on Main Street… caught her act one night and hired her for a movie."
"Did it help her career?"
"Well, it sure did. Gilda ground her ass in sixteen porno pictures for us."
"That's nice," I said, noting how the camera zoomed in on her snatch.
"Just wait till you see the next scene," he said fingering my cunt excitedly. "She tops everything."
When the next scene flashed on the screen, it was difficult to determine precisely what Rodney meant. A completely dressed Gilda was walking into her all-white apartment.
"The guy who did that set 'liked white," I laughed.
"White symbolizes purity," he smiled.
"But Gilda doesn't," I told him, completely confused by the symbolism concept.
"That's just it… contrast… Glida's body symbolizes freak sex, far-out, off-beat, kinky stuff. So, it is most appropriate she appears in a white setting, to offset her dark sex appetites."
"Well, when you put it that way, I can understand," I had to agree. But Gilda didn't let you give much thought to the set, for no sooner did she flit into the room fully dressed than she began stripping.
Throwing a shoe here, a shoe over there, she dramatized her strip, doing it so casually it didn't seen one bit hammy.
"That girl is clever," I had to admit.
"Just wait till you see how clever," he commanded knowingly. Soon Gilda was bare-ass naked. Her body was beautiful. She stood admiringly in front of a mirror and massaged her breasts. Then, she reached down to shove a finger in her cunt. I knew how that felt, for Rodney's finger hadn't quit working at my clit since the film started unwinding.
When she opened a door, a Great Dane bounded into the otherwise white bedroom.
"Oh, my God, she's a dog fucker too," I gasped, unable to hold back the laughter.
"Gilda is diversified… that's true," Rodney admitted, his finger flicking faster by the moment apparently he was getting all worked up over the dog-screwing scene.
She got on the king-size fuzzy white bedspread, and flung her legs apart. Once more, the camera zoomed in to a tight twat shot. The dog straddled her. His huge prong stuck out like a dagger.
Reaching for his penis, she pulled it to her gash. Once she got just the tip of it inside her slit, she had to do no more. Mom Nature supplied Great Dane with all the screwing instincts to see it through to orgasm at that climactic moment.
"Fuck me… ohhhhh, Heathcliff… fuck me," she moaned.
"Heathcliff!" I laughed out loud.
"That dog is from a very good line of Great Danes. So, we had to give him a very distinguished name. Is Heathcliff okay!"
"Beautiful," I giggled as the dog drove his huge dong in and out. The camera moved back to reveal the girl's expression. Gilda rolled her head on the pillow, her eyes going all directions.
"Ohhhh, fuck… fuck… tuck me, lover," she moaned as she threw her body up to meet the dog's driving thrusts. And when the moment of orgasm came, the dog flushed his juice in her pussy.
"He's coming… he's coming," she groaned and only the dog being gripped by her cunt was caught by the camera. "The End" flashed across the screen.
Rodney, turning to flick the projector off with one finger, continued his fingering me until I was turning and twisting and enjoying it. "You like that!" his eyes glistened.
"Sure… sure I do," I told him, "Ohhhh, I'm coming." He yanked his finger out, hastily crouched between my thighs and flung his tongue up my snatch. His hot, twitching tongue lashing away inside my box excited me no end. I gave him my hot juices unreservedly. My inhibitions were gone. I had truly gone Hollywood all the way, the wrong way no doubt, but at last I was a free fucker: ready to do anything or anyone.
When he finished eating me, he wiped his mouth…
"Baby, you're beautiful."
"So are you, luv", I lied to him. "Oh, Rodney, you've made my life so delicious. I was just a bored chick from nowhere until you came along."
"And now… "
"Now I live every moment to the utmost. I'm not afraid anymore. I can do anything sexually. Anything."
"Anything?" he grinned devilishly.
Throwing up my arms. I gasped, "Anything-you name it."
"How about Gilda?"
"Gilda?" I gulped. "You mean you want me to turn Lez and screw a woman?"
"No, no," Rodney broke up in gales of laughter. "Baby, I'd go out of my mind if a hot piece of pussy like you turned on women! No, sir. But, baby, we're in the movie business. Men dig seeing chicks make out. Why? I sure as hell don't know. But they do!"
"Find another chick to make out with Gilda," I snapped.
"But you told me you'd do anything… you said you were totally uninhibited."
"That was with men."
"Uninhibited means both," he said tightly. "All the other chicks who work in our flicks will do a scene with another female. Doesn't mean a thing. It's just play-acting."
"But what if I vomit?"
"Gilda's gorgeous, honey. She'd never make you vomit. Matter of fact I've already had three girls turn Lez after she did them in our movies."
"Well, I'm one chick you will never have to worry about turning on with women. I'm all woman, one hundred percent… from my cute little cunt, to my tight little ass to my hot mouth. All three have been fucked. I've sucked everything on men; their assholes, their balls, their dicks… but women, you can't make me… no amount of money would get me to fuck a woman."
"You're being defensive," Rodney laughed.
"Defensive?"
"Oh, yes, and you know what Sex-Father Freud says about that?"
"I haven't checked it out lately," I said angrily.
"Well, Freud says when anybody becomes defensive about any specific sex act, it is simply because the hidden desire is surfacing… doesn't that figure?"
"No… It doesn't," I snapped. "Don't think any clever argument would make me do Gilda… got it straight… I'm straight."
"That's too bad… yes, that's really too bad," he clucked his tongue, "I'd planned on giving you a thousand dollars, letting you wear masks so nobody would know it was you and calling it The Sucking Sisters. It would have been a big hit… and you would have been on your way financially and career wise."
"How in hell could it help my career?"
"Some horny producer or director or even millionaire who funds the porno flicks might dig you. If he wanted to skyrocket you to regular movie stardom, your scintillating performance might turn him on so he'd do it… too bad, oh, forget it."
"Well, when you put it to me like that… It's different."
"No… no, I won't have you do anything that goes against your grain… It wouldn't be right, it wouldn't be fair-no matter how much it might mean to your career, no matter how much money you might make."
"Listen to me, Rodney," I insisted, "I was too hasty. I'm really not afraid to do a movie with a woman. I just don't dig that route. I'm straight and it does make me sick to think about two women fucking. But if it was just acting, and it could mean so much… I suppose I should forget foolish pride and… "
"Well, it's up to you… I won't insist on anything. It's your life… and you must do as you see fit."
"Well, Rodney, I see now why I should perform with Gilda. You can arrange it."
His arm wrapped around me and once more his lips found mine. He whispered, softly, "Oh, baby, you turn me on. I never had a chick who did the things you do to me. I can shoot my load just looking at you."
We fell asleep a few moments later, and once again as the early morning sun filtered through the heavy drapes, I awoke by myself. I stepped into the hall and once more Tom, the houseboy was there.
"Good morning," he smiled nervously.
"Oh, good morning, Tom."
"He's gone… we can… we can fuck."
"I-I don't know if I should… I'm' supposed to work in a flick today, I think."
"He will be gone some time," Tom smiled. "He is trying to locate Gilda and he can't find her. She is a strange girl-goes into hiding tells nobody where she is. So, he will be gone. long time hunting.".
"I've got to brush my teeth, take a shower and freshen up."
"Alright," he said, coming into the bedroom and turning to put the double-bolt on the door. I didn't like the idea of risking Rodney's wrath.
Yet, if Tom blackmailed me and told Rodney I'd let him fuck me I'd be in trouble. Damned if you do, and damned if you don't, I thought.
I showered quickly, brushed my teeth, gargled and put on body splash. As I walked into the bedroom I saw Tom lying on his back, legs spread, penis standing up ripe and ready. "Come over here," he grinned. "I can't wait to give it to you."
I got over him, and quickly got between his legs. "I'll suck on it for a minute to get it ready," I told him.
"Then I want you to slide your cunt over my cock and you can ride it."
"I'd love that," I smiled. Then I bowed my head and pulled his penis to my. mouth. I touched the head of it with my tongue following it with wide, hot lashes. He thrust. It engulfed my mouth. I let him drive it in and out, letting my lower lip drag over the head. That always got them.
"Ohhh, suck me," he gasped. I massaged his balls and continued sucking on his tool while he thrust. I knew I couldn't keep it up long, or the prelude would become the main performance. He was gasping when I pulled off and came up for air.
"Get your cunt over it fast," he begged. I straddled him and slid my pussy over his pecker.
He reached out to grip my hips, guiding my thrusts.
"Oh, that's good screwing… I like that… now twist your ass around it."
Slowly I rotated my cunt around his cock, increasing my pace as I went on.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck it," I gasped as he rode me. His hands left my hips, reaching up to grasp my full breasts. He pinched the nipples excitedly.
"You are good fuck," he moaned, driving it up there faster and faster.
When he was almost there, his head rolled back and forth on the pillow, his eyes had a glazed, intensely excited expression and his fingers pinched my titties.
"Ohhhh, God, I can't stand it," he moaned, "I'm shooting. I'm coming, I'm coming."
He shot his load, and I ground around his joint, trying to force every drop of juice out of him.
"Give… give it to me," I demanded, rotating my ass faster and faster as his penis finished its hot creamy load.
By the time I slid off him, we both felt satisfied, because I came twice during that one scorching session. He certainly knew how to make a woman happy.
"Tom, you are tremendous," I told him, "you should work in the movies."
"I have, I have," he told me excitedly. "We have good time. Picture was Orgy Time and you should have seen this orgy that we had. Everybody was running around sucking each other's ass out. Cunt-sucking, cock-sucking, you name it… we did it."
Suddenly a faraway, anxious look flashed across his face. I couldn't help observe the swift change from ecstasy to apprehension.
"What's wrong, Tom!"
"He's back. I guess Gilda wasn't so hard to find."