Montana Wildwood took a break from reviewing some of the footage shot earlier in the day by treating herself to some Chablis. Initially she meant to pour half a glass, but given the events that developed that afternoon, one just shy of the rim was filled.
Pete, Crystal's boyfriend/manager, had insisted upon a private meeting in which he dictated certain terms Montana had no intention of honoring. He wanted the option of developing projects for Crystal to star. He wanted to launch her on an all-expenses-paid promotional tour that would generate enthusiasm for her future videos. He also wanted script approval-prior to Crystal's first blush.
Pete wanted a number of things that would never get a single nod. Though strongly feeling Crystal would receive delicious hype for Wildwood productions, Montana would not permit herself to be ordered about by an amateur. Montana maintained professional standards and ran her organization by her own code-exempt of outsider input. Crystal was slated for maximum exposure, though not with the breakneck speed Pete wished. Montana simply did not have the kind of operating capitol Pete imagined; even if she did, she would not tolerate his demands.
She took a healthy gulp of her drink, then sighed. If only she could rid herself of the emotion attached to each project. Montana, by nature, was a sensitive creature. She might seem tough, even callous by some, but those who truly understood her saw the fragile woman she was. After the poisonous darts were thrown and invectives hurled, Montana was stripped of her armor. She hid behind a harsh, inflexible image to ward off unwanted parties.
As a matter of practice, she distanced herself from those in her employ. Montana had no desire to create friendships that would consume her emotional energies. It was best to stay a loner and conserve her stamina for the longevity of her business. The problem she faced was that those that populated her company were highly desirable individuals who brought temptation at every turn. She taught herself the art of discipline in moderating her indulgence.
Alone late at her studio, she was given the opportunity to think clearly-without the interruption of the phone, people barging into her office while attempting to hold a meeting or other unpleasant distractions. Preserving her sanity was key.
These days, Montana recognized her shortage of patience. Her assistants, alert to the amount of stress she was under, implied a vacation was in order. Montana, a work horse, rejected their suggestion. The aggregate hours she spent at the studio didn't explain her fatigue-what did, she came to realize, was her lack of a social life. Montana did not have a romantic interest in which to place her focus.
Montana once had a regular lover-Robert, a magazine photographer. She had met him in her early days, prior to making her first video. On a sexual level, they burned up the sheets. Robert was deliciously insatiable. The problem, however, stemmed from her busy schedule at the inception of Wildwood Productions. Montana eventually found herself in increasing demand-much to Robert's chagrin. Her inability to spend quality time with him led to the demise of that relationship.
Next came Mark, a bronzed stud, who ruled her everyday thoughts for six consecutive months. Mark was such a good fuck, she could hardly wait to wrap things up for the day so she could hop in the sack with him for an all-nighter. He ran a profitable restaurant business that made him a millionaire. Their mutual lust swiftly cooled after he relocated to New York to launch an East Coast location. Both suffered from the transition of sex on a nightly basis to occasional weekends and sought new partners. Mark had no problem in finding a replacement; Montana didn't bother. She decided to invest those energies into a more worthwhile pursuit: enlarging her fortunes.
Neglecting her personal life had been judged regrettable particularly on nights such as these, when Montana felt utterly alone. She would preferred to be enveloped in a pair of masculine arms, lazing in bed, with a bottle of champagne and a hormone-provoking video playing on the TV. Those lush moments spent with men like Robert and Mark weren't forgotten; she periodically took them off the shelf and gave them a dusting.
Strangely, the only person of late who touched a nerve was Crystal. Certainly Montana wasn't about to migrate to that kind of relationship after admitting failure with a straight arrangement. Men would always raise her pulse, get her pussy moist; women, however, were like a box of chocolates she kept tucked away for a secret thrill.
Having Pete in the picture soured Montana's appetite for Crystal. She wasn't liable to indulge herself if she had to deal with him. Montana would prefer to have no one than tackle that kind of scenario.
A knock sounded at her door, reverting Montana's thoughts to the presence. She frowned. With the exception of the security guard, she hadn't expected to be bothered. "Yes?" she asked, unable to censor the irritation from her voice.
A tall, lean guy with dark hair, a mustache and the beginnings of a beard entered her office. The white tank top he wore revealed a developed chest loaded with dark curls and biceps pumped up in size. His jeans were worn at the crotch, drawing immediate attention to the heft of his cock. "Miss Wildwood?"
Montana had never seen him before. Usually she wasn't kind to strangers, but struck by his virile presence, she employed a less grating tone. "Yes, I'm Miss Wildwood. What can I do for you?"
"I'm Rusty Peters. You scheduled me for an audition this evening."
Montana searched her memory banks. She couldn't recall having jotted that item on her agenda. "Are you confident it was tonight?"
He nodded. "This note was prepared by your secretary."
Montana scanned it for authenticity. Yes, it was Paula's handwriting. She glanced up to digest those incredible hazel eyes. Rusty Peters was indisputably a hunk. The male actors she hired tended to have a direct impact on the senses-Rusty was no exception. His thick dark hair was pulled back into a small pony tail, framing rugged features. He possessed a masculine quality she didn't often encounter.
"Since you appear to have me at a disadvantage, Rusty," Montana huskily said, "why don't I pour you a drink so we can talk? I prefer a relaxed atmosphere to conduct an interview."
A grin split his tanned face. He affected a swagger that nearly mesmerized Montana. He lowered himself into a spot at the far end of her sofa and accepted her terms without questions. Montana poured him a glass of champagne, letting the neckline of her blouse dip as she handed it to him. The look they exchanged was best described as "electric." She actually felt a current flow between them.
"Tell me something of your background, Rusty," Montana began with. "What led you to Wildwood Productions?"
"Well," he said, appearing to choose his words carefully, "I'm an automotive mechanic and have always had an appetite for pornography. I attended showings of various movies on a regular basis and feel I can improve upon the action currently produced."
Montana grinned. Rusty couldn't be any older than twenty-one. How could someone of his inexperienced years make such an outrageous statement? "You honestly believe you have something worthwhile to offer my audience?"
"That's what the girls tell me," he proudly mentioned.
Montana spotted the southern twang in his voice now that he spoke more freely. Apparently she was talking with a man of absolute aplomb. "Did you just arrive in LA?"
"I've been here almost two weeks."
"Have you tried to secure any other kind of employment?"
He shook his head. "I figure I can make it big in porn. I've got what it takes." He tossed her a wink. "I've curled more toes and hit more high notes in the women I've bunked down with than you can shake a stick at."
Hmmmmm, his confidence level was right up there, she noted. "Do you have a problem performing in front of people?"
"Performing?" His brow went up.
"Maintaining an erection?"
"Hell, no," he chuckled. "I've been at parties where a whole bunch of us have switched partners. The girls like when they end up with me. Sometimes I've worked on two at once."
Montana felt his qualifications limited, but it was to Rusty's merit that he approached her in a susceptible mood. She took a prolonged sip of her champagne, letting the bubbles snap against her tongue before slurring, "Let's have a look at you. Remove your clothes."
A grin radiated from his face. Rusty couldn't have been more pleased to drop his duds. "Yes, ma'am."
Montana studied him with an expert eye as the top button of his jeans was popped, then his fly unzipped. White briefs arrested an interesting shape. While he wasn't the least hard, Montana could tell Rusty had the equipment he boasted. The flaccid shaft showed promise. After the jeans fell from his hair-rough, muscled thighs and his tank top was yanked off his heavily matted chest, she examined him more closely. Rusty was a handsome beast who, with a little refinement, would add value to some of her video cassette sleeves.
"Very nice," she complimented, slowly crossing her shapely legs. She indicated his briefs. "Now let's see the rest of you."
"With pleasure, ma'am," Rusty said, excitement filling his voice. He shoved his thumbs beneath the elastic rim, then pulled it over his narrow hips. His cock wasn't even semi-erect, but caused Montana to lick her lips. He was familiar with her absorbed look-women very likely gazed at him in that raw fashion.
Montana nurtured a strong jump of lust upon viewing him. Desire throbbed within her pussy. There was something wonderfully depraved about studying a naked man while fully dressed.
"Do I pass muster?" he asked, grinning.
"Initially," she mused. "I put all applicants through a series of tests. Looking good is merely the initial phase. Achievement is rated separately."
Her comment puzzled him. "I don't understand."
"Step over here," she said softly. "I need to test your responses."
Rusty obeyed. He stopped in front of where she sat. Montana made no motion to rise. Her eyes were fixed to his mystified expression. After letting several unspoken minutes pass, she trailed her fingertips over his flat stomach. Rusty lurched back and shivered as she skimmed through the abundance of hair that covered his flesh.
"Don't be afraid to react to what I'm doing," she remarked in a whisper. "I'm measuring every wince, every gasp."
He nodded, then shut his eyes. She could see he was attempting to mentally discard all diversion so that his responses were pure.
Montana streamed through the vast forest of his chest until she located his nipple. Rusty didn't appear seasoned at having it manipulated. He flinched. Montana wasn't at all thrown. She fully concentrated on stripping his nervous system to the bare wire.
"Do you like when a woman touches you?" she inquired.
"Yes."
"Do you generally take control of the situation, or is it interchangeable?"
"I like calling the shots."
"If you're going to work in my videos, you'll have to revise your thinking."
He nodded, recording that pearl of wisdom.
She fluttered through the muscular definition of his upper torso until she found his other nipple. He jerked upon her discovery. Slowly, she rubbed it. After several moments of her heated acquaintance, she observed a twitch of life in his cock.
"Do you like that?" she asked.
His Adam's apple rippled. "Yes. It feels nice."
"Did you know men are highly responsive to that area?"
With his eyes still shut, he shook his head.
Montana sighed. "You have so much to learn."
Rusty's eyes shot open. "Will you teach me?"
She perceived his distraught look as a threat of rejection. "Possibly. My schedule doesn't always permit me that luxury, however."
"I'm a fast learner," he vouched. "I'm open to suggestion."
His flight of tension ended the animation in his dick. He hung limply before her, more shrunken than ever.
"There's no need to panic," she said, her tone soothing. "I'm not kicking you out."
He regained his composure with a cleansing breath. Her silent, swirling endorsement restored his confidence. The fact he could manage his emotions was in his favor.
Montana released his nipple and traveled south. Her curiosity with his cock could not be disregarded. She loved seeing men at the height of virility. Nothing pleased her more than a healthy-looking erection.
Her clasp of his soft member did not inhibit. Montana was accomplished at handling men of varying temperaments. She exhibited a feathery caress that could only stir, then inflame the senses.
She nudged the head with her thumb as the rest of her fingers roused him. His cock remained soft. She suspected fear lingered at the seat of his passion. Reserving comment, she proceeded with her stimulating massage. Her silky murmurs served as encouragement.
Gradually, Rusty lowered his guard. His aspiration to be a porn star had been foremost in his mind. Returning to the garage where he worked long, dutiful hours painted a bleak future. He had no desire to consign himself to manual labor for the rest of his life. The promise of big bucks and pussy drew him to Hollywood; losing sight of that dream depressed him.
Rusty focused on the bewitching grope of his last girlfriend. Her mere gaze sent fire through his veins. Pawing her malleable body gave him an instant hard-on. Keeping that monster down was more a trick than bringing it to a stand. Rusty operated his machinery to great effect. Sticking his cock into moist, receptive pussy was definitely his game. He loved all that flushed, female eagerness fighting against him, prepared to handle every pounding inch he dealt.
Montana Wildwood's vivid grope reinstated his focus. Following her lead was a simple exercise. In Rusty's experience, he initiated sex. Women were under his supervision, their session totally orchestrated by him. He had to alter that practice if he planned on accepting the challenge of her tickling fingers.
Rusty envisioned himself on the television screen, ogled by lust-hungry women who would have sold their souls for a night in his bed. He pictured their fingers delving between their legs, masturbating to his flickering image.
Montana's lips curved as she felt Rusty grow. He lengthened and fattened in her clasp as she administered a mildly invigorating stroke. His swell to manhood caused her to whistle softly. Whew! Rusty's claim of being enormous wasn't exaggerated. She forecasted Amber Lake's eye-popping expression of fucking something so phenomenal. He sprouted to an amazing twelve inches, with a two-and-a-half inch diameter. The guy must have left his former conquests weak after an intense session, she presumed. Getting pumped by that power tool had to result in at least one crippling orgasm.
Rusty endured her examination stationary, close-tongued and solemn. Montana's transport might have been perceptible, but he wasn't about to make the same mistake twice by leaping to conclusions. Montana Wildwood probably inspected every porn star she employed to assure herself they were properly equipped.
He inwardly admitted, however, that her fingers carried powerful amperage. Her gentle, stimulating approach rocked his very foundation and had him nearly jumping out of his skin. Whew! He thought her wildly attractive and he wished he'd seen more of her movies. He would have enjoyed seeing her naked, baring her hot pussy and handling a team of studs.
She enclosed the base of his cock, then soared to the top. When her thumb touched the jutting rim of his bulb, she applied pressure. The slit opened and a small bead of cum emerged. Without preliminary, she lowered her tongue and lapped it clean.
Rusty, unprepared for that maneuver, gasped, then shuddered. Montana's slurp was deftly executed and gratifying. A line of bubbles were left after slashing that bloated crown. His heart raced at the prospect of being subjected to intimate analysis of a greater extent. He fully expected Montana to sample the merchandise before buying, but hadn't predicted his furious response.
Montana glanced up at him, checking his fever-rich appearance. Rusty's lips were parted to facilitate his hoarse breathing. She had taken him by surprise-of that, she was certain.
Sitting on the chair while he swayed before her supplied her an edge. He was forced to call upon his inner reserves to prevail.
He throbbed strongly in her grip. She massaged him thoroughly, letting his powers build. Obtaining that tiny specimen didn't begin to satisfy the intrigue he instilled. She wanted to learn even more about Rusty Peters, planning to tweak his sexual potential.
While his dick jerked through her fist, she scooped up his balls with her spare hand. He trembled in her clutches, as though afraid of the wanton fury she might unleash in him. Montana didn't seem the least troubled by such an occurrence. She proceeded to turn up the heat, one degree at a time.
Up and down she kneaded his tall-standing shaft, traveling his vast length. His bulbous head rested above her curled fingers, straining from her exertions. He was so rigid, and Montana wanted him completely stiff. She searched for his palpitations, combing every inch of his cock until they were blazingly apparent.
After a few minutes of her arousing massage, Rusty could no longer keep mute. He moaned in frustration, shutting his eyes and giving himself over to the fire she kindled. His chin rose and his fists clenched.
Montana did not wish to torment him. Unfastening herself from his ferociously beating cock, she quickly unbuttoned her blouse. Her large, ripe tits sprang forth in billowy profusion. She lifted those fleshy globes with both hands until the nipples pointed at him.
Rusty peered down at her, swallowing with difficulty. Those pink stubs were in close proximity. He braced himself for their scalding contact. Montana furnished ample stimulation, causing his dick to persist upright on its own. He watched those swollen nuggets reach for his elongated shaft, then gulped as they seared him.
"Jesus," he groaned at their charged impact.
Montana sobbed, too. Rusty's hard-on was piping hot. Feeling solid male flesh with her skin afforded her a magnificent assault. Without thinking beyond her individual pleasure, she separated those velvety mounds and surrounded his pulsating cock. Using her hands, she smothered him with her big tits.
Rusty's meter flew to the extreme side of the scale. Montana sheltered him with those giant knockers of hers, then effected a hypnotic rub. He watched, then felt, that silky skin move around his throbbing member. He bit his bottom lip and fought off the urge to instantly cum. His dick was tugged so sweetly, he could barely resist the impulse. Solely because Rusty had mastered his desire, he did not instantaneously erupt. Below the surface of his carefully checked stimulus, his lust threatened to boil over. He quivered in her succulent embrace, stretching the limitations of his discipline like never before.
Rusty had occasionally fucked a pair of tits, but never of the variety that currently wrapped him; Montana's were exceptional-they defied description. He choked back the urge to shoot inside the sizzling tent she formed. Averting his gaze from those enlarged nipples was another disturbing factor. He salivated over their inflamed appearance.
Montana was delirious as she caught, then dragged, his vibrating cock with her tits. Drops of perspiration materialized on her jutting globes, streaming into her cleavage. His slide into her bosomy fold was simplified through her salty lubrication.
Mmmmmmmmmmm. It felt good, cushioning him. She seized, then pulled, the skin of his cock with each horny stroke. Her intent was to milk him, then have him splatter her with hot cum. She could scarcely wait until his manly fluid sprayed her. Judging from the weight of his balls, Rusty had stored up much of his excitement for this private audition.
She kept his cock buried between her tits, providing him blinding friction. His pupils bore a remote, glassy quality as though she had consigned him to another world. His breathing became ragged, his stomach muscles twitching. His manly oils mixed with her sweat to form a unique scent. She rushed him along, hungering for his flaming splash of jism.
"Come on, baby," she murmured, steering him to that bursting point. His dick was ripe for eruption. "It's okay. Yeah, it's okay. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Do it. Go ahead. Oh, yeah."
Rusty couldn't regulate his heated whims. Under Montana's spell, he went temporarily insane. The urge to spew dominated his thoughts. Excited to that steep plane, he abided by his own rules. The spunk bubbled and churned in his balls, begging for release.
Unable to control himself, he yanked himself out of Montana's tent arrangement, grabbed the back of her head and thrust himself into her mouth. His bloated crown no sooner sank between her lips when he exploded. Whether or not he stuck to Montana's original blueprint was irrelevant-he functioned solely on carnal precedence.
It didn't matter that Montana was a prospective employer, or that she had the power to enable him with a future; at that moment, she was a woman who drove him over the edge and who would serve a purpose in collecting his spent passion. She had tampered with his savage sexuality-she could pay the price.
"Arrrgghhhhh," he howled, discharging himself in her face. Her mouth proved an efficient receptacle; Montana reflexively gulped his load. "Arrggghhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhh! Oh, yeah!" He jerked himself frantically between her lips, rotating her head with his iron-like fingers to snag every globule from his spurting cock.
Swallowing his torrent was not exactly Montana's aim, but she was impressed by his aggressive manner. Montana didn't always gracefully surrender the reigns, but Rusty was an exception. She admired his fierce, masculine style. Not many challenged her authority, but he had. It was always those last, heart-pounding moments before impending climax that Montana valued; observing how one's behavior changed-getting more aggressive or more passive-prompted her interest. Rusty's latch on the back of her head brooked no defiance; he needed for her to drink his hot, creamy excitement. For raising his lust, she had no choice but to eat what he pumped into her mouth. His gall thrilled her.
At first, she didn't make it easy for him. Montana tried jerking away, but Rusty wrenched her head and stabbed into her astonished mouth. He fucked her face for several spasming moments before easing his grip.
Men of Rusty's variety simply didn't happen along with much consistency. The conglomeration of shyness, sheer power and blatant innocence- supplemented by rugged looks and "killer" equipment-amazed her.
The fact Rusty preferred having his cum swallowed rather than showering her tits made a favorable impression. His pleasure was heightened by the knowledge of her absorbing his jism.
Montana pumped his shaft with her lips, then sucked its creamy remnants from the traumatized slit. Mmmmmmmmm. Rusty had a rich, satisfying flavor. She rinsed the insides of her cheeks with its dense consistency before downing the last of it.
Eventually, she detached her lips and marveled at his still-erect cock. He may have entirely emptied himself, but orgasm didn't appear to make a single dent in his size. Swollen to delicious capacity, he was prepared to further serve her. The young man, if nothing else, possessed durability.
Rusty's test progressed on automatic pilot. Montana yearned to see how effectively he operated after that first, awkward spasm. Her wet pussy ached to kiss that huge cock.
Rusty was completely in his element. The dewy-eyed look he received from Montana reassured that he was on the right track. The way her body stretched along the sofa, her slinky legs opening, her dark hair fanned across the pillow, framing her sensual eyes and lips beckoning him-all contributed to his newfound cockiness.
He slipped a hand under her skirt to find damp panties. Montana twisted from frustration as he smoothed over that wet, fragrant area. His large, club-like thumb accounted for a major section, tracing the drenched material with engrossment.
Montana shivered, enjoying his pleasurable exploration. It had been months since she'd been fucked-it would feel so good to have a stiff cock inside her.
Montana was smart to have worn underwear with snaps, if only to facilitate speedy penetration. Although she'd had no idea she would have sex before the day ended, that type of lingerie made her feel sexy. An inspired mood boosted her creativity.
Rusty unhooked the snaps, one per excruciating second, until her sodden ringlets were in evidence. Panting resulted. If he hadn't just shot his load, he was afraid he would have at that very second. Discovering her saturated mound would have abruptly consummated his pounding excitement. He prudently avoided direct, prolonged contact with that area, if only to seal off that hot, jittery feeling.
Clenching his teeth and expelling stagnant air that had gotten trapped in his lungs, Rusty climbed onto her appealing body, then settled over it. His enlarged cock heatedly rested over her velvety stomach.
Montana's large, exposed tits became his next focal point. They still protruded from her open top, the nipples blatantly erect. He stared at her rosy and tall nub, then flicked it playfully with his tongue.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhh," Montana sobbed, threading her fingers into his dark hair and drew his head securely down.
She arched back when his lips seized her pronounced nugget. Resplendent joy radiated from her tit as Rusty hungrily nursed it. His limber tip worked in concert with his puckering mouth. He sucked on her until her chin went high and her breath came up short.
Montana rotated her nipples, switching to the next for his anxious purchase. Rusty hungrily gathered it, then vented his excellent pull. She anticipated the insertion of that massive, blunt cockhead shadowed by his considerable length. A thrill of unexpected strength fueled her veins. Her cunt instantly tightened with excitement. Ohhhhhh. His dick was going to spear her like none other.
With her mind centered on that ecstasy-giving appendage, she blindly searched for it. When her fingers curled around that thick, pulsating mass, she quivered. It seemed larger and more throbbing than ever. Her fist ran up and down the shaft with vigorous bubbling impatience.
"Go easy, baby," he mentioned, loving her eagerness.
She couldn't help but fondle his towering erection. Montana had given short shrift to her personal needs; now that she had someone of Rusty's potential at her sexual disposal, she was anxious for that barrage of fireworks. She squeezed and nuzzled that big, throbbing cock as though she were a horny virgin about to receive the fucking of her life.
Rusty thought Montana gorgeous. Her beautiful, curvaceous body nearly stole his breath. He couldn't believe he had someone of her luscious quality undulating beneath him.
Once again, her fingers mindlessly combed through his hair until the band that held his brief pony tail was dislodged. His long, dark hair became disheveled from her frivolous pursuit. She gazed at his roguish features, then swept through the thick matting that lined his chest. She felt as though she was with a barbarian, given his total disarray.
Although he had made an effort to leave it be, his hand floated over her furry bush. He parted those ample, juicy lips with his thumb, then sank it home. Montana gasped as his sizable digit became submerged. He fucked her with it for several suspended moments until her pleasure was nearly pushed over the line.
Montana drew her legs around his hair-rough thighs and shivered. Arranging herself on a sofa in her office that wasn't designed for this sort of activity required skill, but she managed.
Rusty peered at her unfurling pussy, her slit succulently moist. Rubbing his hand over her mound, he thrilled at the warmth and softness of her cunt lips, then inserted a finger into her drenched hole.
Within seconds of driving his digit between her legs, Montana felt like cumming. As he finger-fucked her, Montana's head rolled from side to side. Controlling that wildly careening sensation was more a challenge than she thought. Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Her eyes closed and lashes fluttered intermittently.
Rusty slowly stroked his finger in and out of her wanting pussy, affording her an intense thrill.
"Ohhhhhhhhh," she wept as his finger pushed into her juicy crevice. Although it felt good, she yearned for him to get on top and fuck her with the real thing.
Rusty read the message on her contorted face. Taking his pulsing member in hand, he began steering it to her slick orifice. He knew, without having previous knowledge of Montana, that he was about to have the best sex of his life. His cock vibrated hungrily in his grip. He pushed the heavy bulb into her soft, wet flesh. Her cunt lips suctioned his rotund crown, then drew him into her warm, palpitating body. He groaned loudly as her hot slippage engulfed his penetrating shaft.
"Oh, yeah," Montana moaned, feeling that monster split her. She threw back her head, overwhelmed with joy, then slammed her hips upward to capture all of him she could. She snatched up his driving member by frantically jerking her body. He sank into her thumping enclosure, her pink rim embracing his solid base. She continued to buck and writhe until he was entirely planted between her simmering legs. Although immersed, she could feel his pulsations thrive. His excitement stirred her immeasurably.
Once again, Rusty became a slave to his own desires. He forgot he was auditioning for a role in one of Montana Wildwood's movies and began treating the woman he impaled as a piece of ass. He reared back, then plunged into her hot, ready body. His cock sliced through moist, female pulp and derived complete satisfaction. He shut his eyes, blocking reality, and lived for the moment.
Montana wailed in ecstasy. Rusty did everything to make orgasm churn in her recklessly clutching cunthole. She was on fire, enjoying his rapturous submersion. His dick plowed into her snatch, stroking her lubricated passage until she could not neglect the mounting joy. He summoned her unrestrained lust and brought it to the forefront. Whether she cared to show him her untamed side, it sprang forward nonetheless.
He gave her exactly what she subconsciously craved. Those countless nights of yearning were bid farewell by each hammering thrust. Ohhhhhhhhhh. Rusty opened her portal of carnality with cell-bursting fury. Having his cock buried between her legs was like being subjected to a battering ram. The pleasure, however, was deliciously relative.
She lowered her hands to his ass to keep his hips steady. She slammed her pussy to the stem of his cock, gave him a shattering embrace, then glided down his rigid length. She repeated this measure several times before Rusty took possession of her hips and pounded her to breathless halt.
"Fuck me," she sobbed, taking him whole. Her cunt shook as she crammed every bit of his monster into it. Her eyes rolled up at impact. "Fuck me good. Drive it into me! Move that sweet cock!"
His balls slapped the insides of her thighs as he fulfilled her wish. Sweat coursed from his brow, his expression feral as he intensely pumped her. Montana was too aroused to feel anything but pleasure, even when his big thing hammered her snatch.
Rusty grunted as his entire body quaked around her hugging cunt. She worked her pussy over his rock-hard dick, stroking him to weakness. Her soaked walls caressed him. His cock twitched inside her, nearly meeting her womb, then sliding back. Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh. He fucked through the blockage she created by willing herself tight, then gave it a second thrust to establish his fuck power. His massive girth pinned back her pussy lips as he gored her with his big dick. She gasped at every cunt-spreading lunge he took.
Montana's large, cresting tits were unattended during the initial phase of penetration. Rusty was quick to reclaim them. He fondled them to their mutual delight, running his fingers over the erect nipples while disbursing electricity. He kneaded those fleshy globes, letting them sponge some of the turbulence that ricocheted through his body.
Rusty's feverish massage wildly stimulated Montana. She increased the fury attached to her abandoned thrusts. Those wet, sloppy noises of cunt slipping around cock elevated in pitch. She forced his dick deeper into her grasping channel. Ohhhhhhhhhhh. His mouth dropped open and eyes glistened as he continued to stroke her agitated tits. While affording her a boobs a pleasurable squeeze, he maintained the pounding pressure of his thrusts.
Montana's legs curved around his muscular thighs and she anchored her heels to his flexing ass cheeks. She bent her body and treated herself to several pleasing moments of his mastery. Having all that youth and muscle trapped between her legs, letting it service her starved pussy, was almost more than she could bear. Montana was glad Rusty was many years her junior-he hadn't yet reached his sexual prime. She would have him under contract for a long time.
After Rusty succeeded in nailing her ass to the sofa cushion, he lowered his mouth to hers and engaged her with some exciting tongue play. When his cheeks brushed hers, his beard and mustache scratched her soft skin. She was oblivious to the irritation, too consumed to let something that inconsequential bother her. Her tongue entered his mouth and challenged his spirited tip. He darted at her, then eventually surrendered to her mesmerizing influence. Soon, her lips engulfed his tongue and sucked it into her mouth. His resulting moan thrilled her.
A moment later, their mouths broke free and they availed themselves of air. Montana demonstrated no need for respite. Clinging fiercely to his man's body, she drove her hot pussy around his thrusting cock as she neared orgasm. Perhaps she could have delayed her explosion, but Rusty had so intoxicated her that she wanted to cum. Besides, she had denied herself this delectation for an eternity, it seemed; she deserved its depleting warmth.
"Yeah, baby," Rusty muttered, recognizing that telltale look on her face. "Go for it. Take my cock and cum."
With her tits crammed in his hands, their bodies slapping noisily together, Montana's climax built in ferocity. Her pussy itched and burned around his spearing cock until she was left numb.
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh," she shivered beneath him. "Ohhhhhhhh! I'm cumming! I'm cumming! Oh, yes! Oh, baby."
Montana's orgasm wasn't over in a flash. One fragmenting release followed another-a chain reaction of pleasure. She squealed with joy as she convulsed around his thrusting member, unable to stop herself. Her juices circled his dick in abundant release, filling her pussy with cunt-sticky moisture.
Rusty delayed his orgasm as long as possible, conscious of Montana's rocketing splendor. At length, it was impossible to keep the floodgate to his boiling jism closed a second longer. He grit his teeth and felt his hot lava pour into her contracting snatch.
"Arrrgghhhhh!" he howled, burying his spurting cock into her cunt so that it would capture his spew. "Arrgghhhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhhh! Oh, yeah! Oh, baby. Feels so good! Arrrgghhhhhhhh!"
Montana smiled as he squirt. She felt the warm collection of his fluid in her pussy. She caught his savage expression as he emptied himself between her legs and knew more than ever she wanted to make him a fixture in her life. Sharing him with the various actresses in her employ wouldn't be easy; she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about the enjoyment they received from him.
She would make him a star. Yes, Rusty Peters would be the next male to relish vast popularity. He and Crystal Stewart would make Wildwood Productions the most fashionable studio in the industry.