"YOU WHAT?!? WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK, MAX!"
So, here's the deal- first, go back and read the other two chapters in this bit. Mostly because I'm not going over all of it again.
TL:DR version is- I flew to LA to talk to a studio exec at Screamdreamer Studios about using my work in their productions. I hate flying because it gives me a headache. The studio in question makes titty-slasher movies that are heavy on the jiggle light on the plot and straight-up softcore porn, so I don't know why they want my work. Turns out the exec who wants to talk to me is one of my first porn star jack-off dream queens so concentrating isn't the only thing that's hard. And I fucked her assistant, quite literally, in the ass without ever finding out who she was months before. Oh, and they don't want my mass-market near best-seller books; they want my silly smut stories written and e-published under another name. That's more of a problem than you think.
My head didn't hurt any more.
Or maybe it did, but so did everything else. Hurt in that pleasant 'I went to the gym and exercised like a fiend' kind of way. Except my exercise had been getting lessons on making two porn stars climax until they were done with me.
Tawny had complete control from the word 'fuck', holding my head down in Jessica's wet and waxed pussy, slurping and sucking away. Laid out on the patio table in front of me, Jessica squirmed and writhed while I ate her out following Tawny's instructions. And boy, did she enjoy telling me what to do to her assistant.
If she had slapped a collar on me, I don't think I would have batted an eye. Never knew I had that kind of submissive streak.
I licked, kissed, bit, sucked and nuzzled when and where manicured nails told me to go. My mouth roamed all over her lightly tanned flesh from knees to navel; my hands from feet to breasts. I dug into her pussy as deep as I could with just my tongue, spreading her legs and tilting her hips for new, better angles. Her clit candy to my palate.
Every time I made Jessica cum, Tawny made me rim and tongue-fuck her asshole until her thighs stopped shaking.
I have no idea when or how I lost my bathing suit. It was already around my ankles when Tawny ordered me to stand up. She'd been stroking and playing with my cock long enough that her hand was coated with sticky pre-cum. Pressing her bare breasts into my back, she kept stroking and playing with my aching dick, telling me how she'd fingered herself watching me jerk-off in the shower. Jessica sat up, watching the porn queen stroke my cock, aiming it at her belly.
I would be good. I would wait. I wanted to cum in both of them so bad.
I lost control when Tawny's fingers pushed up into my ass. I exploded, shooting streams of cum all over Jessica's belly and ready slit.
The other guests, porn pros all, applauded my amateur effort appreciatively. (Golf clap for sperm!) I don't remember them gathering around, but I was otherwise distracted at the time.
Tawny didn't stop fingering and stroking me until I was hard again, cooing praises in my ear the whole time. Jessica looked me in the eye, scooped cum off her stomach and licked it from her fingers. Fuuuucckk, the challenge in her eyes right then? If I wasn't already naked, I would have split the crotch right out of my pants.
She leaned back on her elbows, bringing her knees up high. I pushed them back even more, determined to fuck her G-Spot at all costs. Tawny leaned me forward, guiding me into place.
The glittering 'Fuck Me' challenge in Jessica's eyes immediately changed to pleasantly surprised 'Oh shit...fuck meee' lust when Tawny guided me right into that tight and familiar asshole. Her head dropped back to the tabletop. Her hands flew up to take a death grip on the far edge.
Her hand now free of my cock, Tawny reached out and started playing with Jessica's vulnerable clit. Soon she jumped and squirmed, each thrust of my hips filling her ass with my cock. Tawny's thumb traced vicious circles around the other woman's clit, only occasionally sliding up inside her pussy. I distinctly remember feeling her thigh muscles straining under my hands while I held her legs up and open.
She whimpered and pleaded, begging me to hurry up and cum. The sight and sound of her made my balls tighten over and over, but there was nothing left. It had drained all over her belly already. Until...
"Cum in her," Tawny breathlessly whispered in my ear, lightly nipping at the lobe. Her intruding fingers pressed up against my prostate. "Cum for me."
My body obeyed, driving my hips tight against Jessica's buns, my cock emptied what little it had deep inside her. She responded in kind, her hole clenching around me, the careful attention of Tawny's thumb to her clit sending her over the edge into orgasmic bliss. She shook my hands off her thighs to thump on the table. Her legs wrapped around me, holding on for dear life, riding out the intensity of the orgasm. I had to lean forward, bracing myself on shaking legs as what little energy I had left pumped out the end of my dick and into her back door.
Panting happily, Jessica leaned up and kissed me. Her eyes returned to that challenging glow.
"I knew, as soon as I figured out who you were, that I wanted to fuck you again." She kissed me again, not giving me a chance to speak or even recover. "I would have jumped you right there in the limo if Tawny hadn't asked me not to."
"That's because I wanted to be here to watch," Tawny added. Slowly, she kept finger fucking my ass, making it difficult to catch my breath, let alone stop the shaking in my knees. "After listening to Jessica's story, I knew I wanted to get to know more than just your 'Baskerville Bunch'."
"I...huuh...I suppose it's not really a surprise that...uummm...I've fantasized about sleeping with you since...uugh...since before you 'retired' huh?" I turned my head to Tawny, swallowing hard because my mouth was dry as a desert and finding it quite difficult to make that confession with her fingers in my hole and my softening cock still not out of Jessica's. Over her shoulder I could see Rod and Kimi sharing Byron, who was bouncing up and down energetically on his Rod's lap while she sucked Byron's cock. Beyond them, Bunny had someone's face buried between her legs while she watched the other three going at it. And ignoring it all, Toni swam laps by herself in the pool.
That got her fingers out of my asshole. She gave me a swat on the backside and a kiss on the cheek, in that order.
"Better than what I usually hear," she rolled her eyes. Imitating a 'fan' she continued: "'Holy shit! You're the Dream Wolf! I've been jerking off to you since I was a kid!' or 'Fuck! You were like, super-hot back in the day!', but my favorite has always been 'Damn! You got a fine ass for a squaw! Wanna do a war dance on my face 'til I make you holler?'."
"They're not much better," I supplied, finally pulling away from the embrace of Jessica's legs and sitting down before my knees gave out entirely. "But I've always toyed with 'I don't consider myself a furry, but I've always dreamed of making out with your wolf.' and 'I'd love to watch her deep throat my dick, does your wolf spit or swallow?'."
"Oh, I like those," Tawny laughed, settling back in her chair on the opposite side of the table. Jessica had rolled onto her side, but stayed on the table to make a very attractive display that acted as a bridge between us. "Under other circumstances, I might have let you get away either of those lines. Now it's just more foreplay."
Needing a recovery period or not, that understated promise of fantasies fulfilled I started having an immediate effect. She noticed.
"Jessica, be a good girl and go get Max something to drink. A bottled water and some more orange juice?" I nodded, watching delicious Jessica slide off the table and head for the breakfast bar, barely noticing that the steam trays had somehow already been removed.
"Now, before you get any ideas about fucking you out of your intellectual properties, please know that the studio fully intends to pay you in money, not sex, to have you work with us." Tawny sat back, sipping her warm tea, back in business mode. Okay, as much 'business mode' that's possible when everyone you're talking to, you just had or will potentially have sex with and you're all still naked. When DID she take off HER bikini bottom?
"About that," I started, then stopped to try and gather my thoughts as they escaped when Jessica handed me two cold bottles, then ran a hand through my hair. Nope, use the big brain for a bit. Half-hour. Hour tops. "There might be a problem with using the 'Baskerville' stories."
"What's that?" Jessica asked, taking back the water bottle and taking a long swig and visibly swallowing. A bit of water escaped her mouth and slowly ran down her chin. One, two drops fell on the glimmering slope of her left breast. Big Brain damnit! Big Brain time!
"Please understand that, I am interested in working with you in THAT regard and would have been without all this." I waved my hands at the three of us and over at the others still engaged in their own activities closer to the pool. "Not that I'm ungrateful and more than a little flattered. I never gave much thought to actually... Nope. Never mind all that. Get to the problem- my agent, Tabitha."
"What, would she not approve of our fucking you?" Tawny gave me a look over the rim of her teacup that said I really needed to be careful with what I said next. "Does she have some sort of prior claim on your dick?"
"Approve? Not sure about that. Maybe something about mixing business with pleasure but that's not... and no. She's a lesbian. And married. Wait, at what point do you stop considering her a trans woman and go straight to 'lesbian'? I swear, I cannot keep up sometimes. She/her/they. Just let me know if that changes and I'll be good."
Verbal. Diarrhea.
Shake it off dumbass.
"No no. The problem is- she doesn't know about the 'Baskerville' series. At all. I treated them as junk writing and e-published them myself for a lark. I wasn't expecting them to get any sort of real attention. I have to check my records, but I don't think I've made all that much on them. Any of them. She's not in that loop. Yet. Part of why your request to meet me without her made her twitchy. Worse yet, neither does my publisher."
"So?" Jessica, still sweaty and smelling sooo fucking good, pulled a chair closer to mine. Fuck me but I wanted so bad to be sucking sweat off of her nipples just then. Unfortunately, Big Brain was on a roll.
"So Tabitha cannot accurately represent me in a contract negotiation with you until I bring her up to speed. Not doing so would probably violate our working relationship (Hers and Mine) and I'd have to deal with a Breach of Contract lawsuit." I sat back to chug the OJ, my mind racing in every direction possible. Little Brain? Still occupied by thoughts of how Jessica smelled and what kind of sloppy wet kisses I could expect from Tawny's wolf tat.
"And my publisher? Fuck, I don't know how they're going to react to my smut getting Hollywood attention before my regular work." C'mon, you already know that my mass-market material is ninety percent historical fiction- things that really happened around the world while big historical events had everyone's attention as seen through the eyes of characters I loosely base on real people. Why else would I need information on what Europeans wore in the tropics in the 1860's? Or How Japan's electronics manufacturing industry was affected by the Cuban Missile Crisis? Or what was going on in Argentina on December 7th, 1941? Or...
Digressions, thou shalt be the death of me.
"Maybe they'll treat it as a Bachman Books sort of thing? Get the publishing rights and put them out under one of their small print divisions? Do they even HAVE a smut division?" I was starting to talk out loud to myself. Bad sign. When did Tawny get up?
"Maxwell," she said soothingly, cupping my face with both hands. Okay, that was like running a live wire through a cup of coffee. Got my attention real damn quick. Shit, her skin looked amazing in the sunlight with fine glimmer of sweat starting to bloom in the California late morning.
"Huh?" Mister Eloquence strikes again!
