Montana Wildwood studied the players on the set and recalled her days being on the opposite side of the camera. She was relieved not to be beneath the blinding arc lights, conscious of staying on mark and remembering her lines. There generally wasn't much of a script-given the lack of story content in porn video-but she nevertheless made a conscious effort to memorize dialogue.
The girl was absolutely gorgeous. Montana was pleased to have landed someone of such fabulous allure. Blonde, blue-eyed and stirring, she materialized in her office just prior to the casting of this current production. Her tits were eye-catching, with ripe nipples standing at attention. The girl, whose name was Crystal Stewart, confessed a secret desire to appear in erotic films. She had seen her first with her boyfriend, who adamantly insisted she possessed the required talent and drove her to Hollywood to seek her fortune.
Montana was intrigued with the girl's candor when it came to nudity and performing on camera. Several of her predecessors had qualms about baring all and having sex with people they didn't know apart from the posters advertising previous Wildwood Productions hanging on the walls. Crystal appeared to love every minute the spotlight was centered upon her. Her blue eyes sparkled with rapture when she was panned. Her full, sensual lips parted and moved to whispered phrases that made a spectator's temperature climb.
Montana couldn't remember being as eager. Girls featured in porn were quick to dye their hair blonde to score points with producers. Montana didn't succumb to that trick. She kept her shoulder-length brunette hair natural, enjoying the way it whipped freely about, and which framed a stunning face with high cheekbones, cat's green eyes and a pouting mouth. At thirty-three, Montana could easily subtract five years from her age without being challenged. Her long, slinky, eye-popping figure was yet another major attraction. Men gave her second glances when she entered a room-generally to either take in those incredible legs (her slim thighs and shapely calves were to die for) or to check out her grapefruit-sized tits (they rivaled Crystal's in the T-shirt Stretching Contest). Montana, who was stacked well, invited stares from the crew throughout taping; she attributed their interest to her tiny waist and mouth-watering buns.
Montana had enjoyed a lucrative run as a porn star. She ground out several money making videos during her first year in the business that catapulted her to unimagined fame. After earning a reputation for being one of the industry's hottest (and valued) stars, Montana found herself in the enviable position of dictating the terms for each new project. She tended to enjoy the work because of its stimulating environment. It gave her tremendous exposure, and cast her opposite some of the most desirable men in the universe (at least, in her opinion).
Although the movies for which she was contracted were handsomely mounted, Montana yearned to emboss them with her personal stamp. She had her own concept of what was "hot," and wanted to be in charge of assembling those components for any product released under her label. Prudently, she funneled her own money (with some financing from backers who put their total trust in Montana) into a venture that brought her critical success. Magazines reviewing her videos complimented her on their inventiveness, claiming she stretched the erotic mind as never before. Women wrote, informing her of their satisfaction with her videos, which restored the sizzle in their bedrooms.
Crystal Stewart, her latest creation, would sell cassettes in the millions by the time she was done marketing them. Crystal's fresh, entrancing beauty was a definite plus for her product line. When she was on camera, the crew became deeply involved in her invigorating presence. If the men taping the action didn't get a hard-on, Montana concluded they weren't doing their jobs; she wanted every heart-stopping second captured at its best angle. That's what separated her output from the rest.
The rustle of sheets and the soft purrs Crystal issued drifted from the set. Montana sat in her director's chair, presiding over the scene. Her green eyes flashed with interest as Crystal's sensuous body lengthened and curved while toying with the large dildo she retrieved from the night stand. Though basically a prop to enthrall viewers, the plastic cock helped Crystal inject excitement in her every sob, her every jerk during its manipulation.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, trailing the head over her big, delicious-looking tits. She traced her nipples with infinite care, causing them to spring upward after several lingering strokes. Crystal didn't merely pursue her fleshy stubs-she lent the impression that each step taken was a precursor to a major event. What she actually intended to do with the dildo kept the viewer in suspense from the manner she handled it.
Montana attempted to detach herself from Crystal's exhibition and maintain a professional eye, but found herself getting drawn into the situation. Nearly every cell in her body was awakened by the girl's performance. Crystal was exceptional, she told herself repeatedly, gazing at those surging tits as she melodiously exhaled. The blonde hair fanned across the pillow enclosed a face in exquisite agony. Crystal's eyes glittered with dawning joy as she navigated the instrument of pleasure. One could tell nothing furnished her greater excitement than a stiff cock.
In the background thumping rock music played, enhancing her explosive display and seducing onlookers into a receptive mood.
Montana unconsciously wet her lips with her tongue and felt a pang of hunger at Crystal's writhing. That sassy girl got her thirsty for sex. Montana had always enjoyed intimacy with a woman. Rather than spoil her for a man, it had the opposite effect. A woman, in Montana's estimation, was an appetizer; the man her main course.
She considered the gentle placement of those hands and the invitation they wrought. She pictured Crystal clutching her head while steering Montana to the heat source between her legs. Montana thought about sucking her pussy later, as she had during Crystal's steamy audition, yet reserved that impulse. Her hectic schedule ruled out that possibility. Operating a studio constantly ran interference with her social agenda. If she wasn't supervising taping, then she was embroiled in meetings that lasted most the day, battling with her accountants, or screening new applicants (which didn't always evolve into sex). Montana was involved in her field to the exclusion of a normal existence.
Crystal temporarily took Montana away from the bustle as she drifted into the exotic tapestry she wove. She squelched the urge to slip a finger into her panties and give herself a relief-affording jiggle. Montana wore a miniskirt that would have facilitated such a maneuver, but refrained from indulging that weakness. Her crew was similarly expected to weather the storm of desire the actors unleashed until taping was complete. Jerking off was expressly prohibited.
The dildo was brought down, one delectable inch at a time, until it skimmed her navel and bordered the silken curls of her pussy. The camera directed considerable attention to that area. After several hushed moments, Crystal slid it into her cunt lips. The blunt end divided her sluiced flesh, revealing its pink flaps.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh," Crystal wept as she sank the fake cock into her juicy crevice. Her eyes closed; when they reopened, they gleamed. She seemed remotely aware of her surroundings, having entered a world that defied accurate description. Pushing the dildo into herself, she arched back and related the charge through a flurry of gasps. Her lips twisted as she delved further and further into her cunt.
Montana assessed Crystal's lank, flowing thighs. She recalled that first time when they were wrapped about her head as she ate Crystal. They were in her office, having gone over the stipulations of her contract, when Crystal opted to clinch the deal with sex. She lifted her skirt, disclosing those golden wisps that profiled her snatch, then took Montana's hand and placed it over that heated moisture. Crystal's interview began on a diligent note; after the girl demonstrated an overt wildness, it promptly switched into a decadent affair. Montana held nothing back; the girl summoned her appetite, and received nothing short of its full-flamed intensity. She tongue-fucked Crystal until the girl spasmed in her face twice, then strapped on a dildo and proceeded to fill her pussy with heavy rubber. Crystal got off on everything she did, begging her for more. The girl was tireless, insatiable, testing the boundaries even Montana prescribed for herself.
Montana was suspicious of Crystal's boyfriend, Peter. He insisted upon his inclusion in each taping, explaining that he represented Crystal's well-being. Montana didn't buy his story for a second; she recognized his delighted glow when Amber Lake arrived for her scenes. Peter salivated over every nubile inch she unfurled. He would have given his right ball to change places with any one of the actors and fuck her.
Montana observed him sitting over in the corner. His intermittent glances at the suite of dressing rooms was all the proof she required. Amber would appear next in a pulse-raising three-way.
Unlike Peter, Montana could wait. Amber was one of her more temperamental people, who raged over the smallest things. Montana could not do without Amber; Crystal, a newcomer, wasn't as large a draw as someone of Amber's caliber. She was forced to placate the volatile actress and cater to her whims. If Amber favored a glass of Dom Perignon before taping, along with a tray of Russian caviar and crackers, Montana had little choice but to supply her those extravagances. A personal masseuse was tossed into the deal as well (Amber complained of muscle aches after long, grueling scenes), to the tune of five thousand per month. Montana subscribed to a limousine service for her as well, transporting Amber from her Hollywood Hills home and delivering her to the doorstep of Wildwood Productions. If Amber happened to see a friend or two on the way, she whisked them along for a ride, stopped for dinner at a top LA restaurant, then charged it to the studio (business discussion, Amber reconciled). Once again, Montana picked up the tab.
Amber's name (in addition to her trademark tits) on the front of a video translated into big bucks for Montana's studio. The reigning sex goddess of the porn industry, Amber had achieved bankable status. Chancing a confrontation over Amber's mercurial moods was not something Montana wished to do.
Montana much preferred sweet Crystal, who endlessly provoked her creative staff. After she put her in front of the camera, Crystal might copy Amber's demands-but by then, she hoped Amber Lake was in retirement. She adamantly hoped Crystal would emerge Wildwood's latest sensation.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Crystal recaptured her awareness as she expertly manipulated the dildo. She plunged it whole into her cunt, then sawed back and forth through slick pussy lips until it glistened with her juices. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh yes! Ohhhhhhh!"
Once again, Montana felt drawn into the whirlpool of excitement. The rapture Crystal conveyed influenced her. Montana's nipples rebelliously bulged through her outfit. Her clit twitched nervously while she studied the young actress's feverish gyrations. Crystal's moans and shrieks pierced her composure. It became increasingly difficult for Montana to play bystander to Crystal's meteoric spectacle.
Rising from her director's chair, she surveyed the others and saw that her physical and emotional turbulence went unnoticed. Montana had more than enough duties to attend to than her own sexual fulfillment. Wordlessly, she sauntered from the room, hoping to shake the jolting disturbances that raced through her body.
Crystal was vaguely aware the boss of Wild-wood Productions had made her exit. When taped, every fiber of her being was honed to perfect focus. Crystal wanted the world to see her excitement simmer, then explode. Her salary and future were based on how many tapes her name could sell. If she couldn't compel someone to masturbate or make a grab for their spouse while playing one of her videos, then she hadn't properly done her job. Turning people on was quite a chore. Crystal had to consult her imagination for new and exciting ways to bring sexual instinct to the surface. Placing her finger on the correct hot spot proved more than a formidable task. She had to empty her mind of all else and concentrate on total eroticism; projecting that for the camera lens was an involved and intense process.
The one person who survived her purge of distraction was Pete, her boyfriend. He inspired her arousal and kept it on constant flame. All she needed to do was occupy herself with pictures of him- naked, sweating, horny-and her titillation was complete.
The dildo became an extension of Pete's cock. She opened her legs to snare it, reaching for that manly mass with her drenched cunt. Her sob echoed through the set as that solid object plunged into her moist pussy. She pumped herself with it, twisting her body exotically, receiving pleasure. In her mind, Pete was fucking her brains out. His hard cock jerked through her hot squish, crammed to the balls. She sustained this illusion, bucking and wailing for five uninterrupted minutes, her sweltering ordeal recorded for the thrill-seeking public.
Crystal leveraged her excitement by putting a finger to her clit for a rousing jiggle. The dildo never left her hand, piloting through her succulent recesses. Fast and furiously, her digit traveled. Wet sounds washed from her pussy. Her cunt lips puckered for the lunging sex toy, catching and bunching over its artificial plane.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, fucking herself with the fake cock. Her pussy sucked and slithered over it, making one hungry grasp after another. Her snapping finger put her stimulation into perspective. A hot, sweeping jitteriness mounted from within.
Crystal almost yelled out for Pete, but managed to keep her motivate secret. Nobody-not even her boyfriend-knew what sequence of thoughts propelled her. Some might have believed her narcissistic, being watched was a powerful stimulant; that, she had been told, fueled the performances of others in her field.
Pete would make her happy after she wrapped the scene. Her dressing room would be used to answer the smoldering needs the dildo awakened. Crystal's craving for flesh and blood precluded her from attaining artificial fulfillment. Her satisfaction wasn't validated by synthetic devices. After Pete's pants dropped, she'd have the real food source for her cunt. His stiff cock would excite her pussy in a way no dildo could.
Oh, God, she was doing this for him, she remembered, close to orgasm. She bared her exhilarated flesh and permitted herself to be filmed because of Pete. His thirst for fame and power in the industry drove him; she was an agent of that aspiration. Ultimately, she didn't care about the money or her positioning. Pete's elation was solely what mattered. She devoted herself to him and his vision in total. Her love for the man overruled the drooling mouths and piercing eyes that surrounded her. Pete taught her how to mentally erase them in order to instill the perpetual sizzle in her work.
Pete did everything for her. He was her professional consultant, manager, public relations person, confidante and lover. Crystal functioned exclusively on his instruction, and obeyed him without question. Her seduction of Montana Wildwood was perpetrated by Pete; he directed Crystal to appeal to the woman's hidden inclinations to facilitate her employment. He told her exactly how to go about it so that Montana was hers to command.
Crystal had followed his every suggestion to the letter, and discovered that sex between two women was deliciously special. She deliberately avoided apprising him of how deeply she enjoyed her private session with Montana. The head of Wildwood Productions had legendary sexual powers. Her pure, serpentine tongue left an unforgettable impression. Crystal came a half dozen times before Montana lifted her mouth from her ravaged cunt. The joy had been so plentiful she almost didn't have the energy to reciprocate-yet did. Crystal fucked Montana with her tongue until every syllable she spoke was slurred, splintered and finally silenced. Montana's drippings were sugar-coated, her snatch lips traced with honey. Crystal took generous servings of her pussy, rubbing her mouth all over that glossy, pink flesh. Voraciously she ate Montana, flicking over her swollen clit while her screams escalated. When she spasmed in her face at length, Montana was lethargic but grateful. She gave Crystal a final sample of her oral expertise-and another energy-sapping orgasm-before awarding her a two-year contract.
Crystal squeezed the dildo into her cunt and shivered. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Wet rubber penetrated her snatch. Her chin went up and her lips spread thickly as electricity shot through her nervous system. The burrowing instrument was snared by clinging mush. In and out she dragged the fake cock, elevating her pleasure. The urge was unstoppable. Deliriously, she fucked herself. Ohhhhhhhh. It felt so good, reminding her of how Pete's cock felt when encased in her soaked warmth. Of course, the throbbing was a missing element, but she would have that soon.
Her finger rotated her clit to burning satisfaction. It pulsed savagely at her expert manipulation. Her hips snapped wildly as a direct result of that orchestration. Juice poured from her crevice, streaming over her velvety thighs.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh! She was wide-open, ready for some real cock. Pete's cunt-filling member ruled her immediate thoughts. Considering its hard, splitting quality, her excitement jumped another notch.
Her ass slapped the sheets, her heart pounding, her breath broken by a loud gulp. The fever was uncontrollable. A hot flush colored her ecstatic features, sweat coursing from each pore. In the heat of the moment, only the dildo and Pete existed; the room whirled around her during that fantasy. The camera crew and the blistering lights faded from sight.
Crystal's eyes rolled up into their sockets at the peak of her agitation before she went numb. The dildo abruptly dropped from her hand and her finger bolted from her clit.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
The director motioned for them to "cut." The area buzzed with activity, repositioning equipment, testing lighting, reviewing script changes. Most were oblivious to the girl whose perceptions slowly returned to normal.
Pete sat the edge of the bed, studying Crystal's reclamation. Beyond doubt, she was gorgeous-a true babe. He dabbed her forehead with a towel. Her eyelids blinked several times before they steadied.
"You were terrific," he remarked when he knew she could hear him. "You gave me a hard-on."
She glimpsed him for the proof. Mmmmmmm. Pete's crotch was deliciously swollen. His cock bulged widely under her lengthening stare. "Is that for me?"
His grin remained fixed. "Sure is."
"Let's go take care of it," she murmured, eager for his hungry slide into her pussy.
Pete glanced at the door as though expecting to see Amber emerge on the scene. The voluptuous actress cast her spell on him. Although he was enthusiastic about doing Crystal, Amber floated through his mind. He couldn't help but dwell over that beautiful face venting him a uncivil look, tacitly demanding he pound her into submission. Amber made no secret about her enjoyment of sex, and imparted that message through every gig.
Naturally, Amber wasn't nearly prepared to tape. Her late arrivals on the set were not only expected, but tolerated. Amber could afford to be nonchalant; she was principally the breadwinner for Wildwood, and crowed about it endlessly.
Pete wondered if he could manage her. A girl that raked in the dough required expert representation. Whoever was currently navigating her career couldn't do her nearly the justice that he could. Pete figured he could renegotiate the terms of her contract that would make her the highest paid entertainer in porn.
Of course, Amber wasn't stupid. He believed her economically shrewd. To entrust someone with her career and permit him to take control of her financial affairs would take more than genius. That person had to back his claim with the required attitude and bedroom athletics. Sex was an effective bargaining tool. Amber wouldn't respect anyone without balls; in that department, Pete had it made.
He never heard a single complaint from Crystal. She took all she could get.
Amber could be persuaded-and he was just the guy to do it.