NOTE: All characters in all chapters of this story are eighteen years old or older.
Chapter 2: The Porn Star Stud
After driving a somewhat circuitous route - I'm sure that Carole didn't want me to possibly figure out where our ultimate destination was - we pulled into a driveway. She warned me "Don't take the blindfold off until I tell you to!" From the sounds of things, we pulled into a garage. Carole turned off the car, and I heard the garage door close behind me. She helped me out of the car, held my arms, and we took a few steps forward. By that point, my cock had completely popped out of the G-string, so I felt it being tugged off me. She told me to step up one step, and then she led me into what I presumed was a house. My bare feet felt tiled floors, and I heard some soft, sensual music playing. Carole took my arm and led me into an area I assumed was the living room.
It was there, from the sounds of fevered breathing and low grunting noises, that I realized we weren't alone.
I felt Carole push me along from behind, then was grabbed by each of my arms and propelled along into a room. I heard some brief, whispered conversation, then heard water being poured and drunk. It was then that my blindfold was removed. Sitting in front of me, at a large control panel with multiple monitors, was Carole and four women I didn't know. I was curious as to why they weren't attacking me as had happened so many times.
Finally, a willowy woman with curly dirty-blonde hair that fell past her shoulders spoke to me.
"Hi, Mike, I'm Jill Branson. You may have heard of me."
I'd heard her mentioned multiple times by Jodi and her friends over the years. Jill produced and directed adult films, but with a twist. "You're the porno director who likes to punish guys. Yeah, I've heard of you," I said sardonically.
Jill snickered. "As you know, in my films the women are always dominant. A man usually has to fuck two or three women per scene - and he has to fuck each of them until he comes, not just a fuck here, a blowjob there, he comes once and he's done. For most men, that's somewhat difficult, and the filming can be rather arduous. Plus, a lot of times the men can't perform, so I have it written into their contract: they don't finish, they don't get paid, but I can use whatever film I've already got.
"From what I understand, with this drug that you've got in you, you can go as long as I need you to, as many times as I need you to. And because of that, you're going to have
multiple
scenes with
multiple
women. With some creative editing, I can get literally
hours
of usable footage. I'll be able to create
several
complete films with you starring in them."
I was looking around, wondering whether one of the women who were currently ogling me was going to be my first onscreen partner. But I found out that they were part of the production crew, and was introduced to each of them in turn: Ruthy, the camera tech, a petite woman with curly light-brown hair, large tits considering her 5'1" height, and muscular legs; Callie, the audio engineer, a tall (6'1, I later found out), blonde, heavily-muscled girl with an hourglass figure and a spectacular ass; and Stacey, the general all-purpose factotum, with HUGE blue eyes, a generous full figure and wavy brownish/blonde hair. All gorgeous in their own ways, but if I'd been asked, I'd have said that to my taste, Stacey was the prettiest of all of them. All were rather skimpily dressed, in light t-shirts or tank tops, either VERY tiny skirts or Daisy Dukes to show off their well-muscled and well-proportioned legs, and either heels or platform sandals.
"Your wife Jodi knows about this, and approved the contract. You're going to have the most valuable dick in the porn industry, my friend! The contract calls for you to be paid $1500 every time you ejaculate. If your cock is half as hot as it's alleged to be, you could walk out of here with several hundred thousand dollars or so. All just for having sex with the hottest women you could imagine!!!
"By the way," Jill continued, "the reason why you haven't been attacked yet is because Carole gave us, the production team, an antidote drug to your libidifem. Maddy is once again using you as part of a guinea pig experiment, only this time
we're
the guinea pigs, not you. One pill - an apple extract, so that we don't have to keep chugging gallons of apple juice - lasts about two hours. Plenty of time to be around you while you're filming. But actually, we won't be in the same room as you most of the time. You and the girls will be receiving directions through this little earpiece" - she said this as she popped it into my ear - "and the scenes will develop organically. There are mini-cameras and drones spread out all over the various locations we're going to be filming in, so you and your partners won't have to be self-conscious about camera people and techs watching you while you're having sex. Unless I tell you differently, you're allowed to come inside whichever woman you're fucking - and, let me tell you, I've assembled an all-star team of the sexiest women in porn for you to service!!!"
"Oh, and one more thing. I know from Jodi that you don't like eating pussy, so you won't be forced to while we're making our films. You won't have to unless you feel like experimenting. Believe me, it'll just add to the sexual excitement of the films, but of course we're going to leave that up to you. That's a rule in my films - even though men are just cocks as far as I'm concerned, and their sole job is to satisfy the women, I won't force a man to do anything he wouldn't do to his own wife."
I was led by Callie into a bedroom, and told to lie down on the bed. Before she left, she hissed at me "Too bad for this antidote pill. I wouldn't mind doing a roll or two with you myself. I understand that the drug you're taking makes women completely sex-mad. I would
love
to find that out for myself!"
Jill then started giving me instructions into my earpiece. "All you're going to have to do is stroke yourself until that door opens. Act surprised when that happens. But just follow the lead you're given. Believe me, you'll recognize what comes through that door! Are you ready? ACTION!"
As instructed, I began slowly stroking myself, starting at my nutsack and ending about halfway up my gigantic top bulb, then back down again. I had only done this once before while under the effect of the new version of libidifem, and I'd never really given any thought to the sheer size of my manhood until now. At 13 1/2 inches fully erect, it extended past my knees. I could only imagine how stuffed each woman would feel as I reamed them out with my tool. I was told by nearly every woman I'd had sex with since my first encounter with this drug that my added girth put enough pressure on their clitorises that they would orgasm continuously and often uncontrollably while I was fucking them. Of course, it would become a vicious circle; I would get so turned on by my partners' orgasms that it would hasten my own. Then with their continued bliss, I would be locked and loaded again that much quicker.
I heard the door open and was shocked at what I saw walk in - two raven-haired absolute
goddesses
of the porn industry, Holly Michaels and Anna Morna. Both of the women were close to six feet, VERY pretty, with near-perfect bodies. The shorter-haired Holly, in this case, was wearing a white t-shirt with giant red pursed lips on it, drawing attention to her ample breasts. She was also wearing a denim mini that barely covered her generous ass. Anna, less well-endowed but with an athletic body that just wouldn't quit, was clad in a sky-blue strapless mini-dress. Both women were wearing fuck-me pumps that added about 5 inches to their respective heights.
I reacted as instructed. I immediately jumped under the covers and yelled "Hey, don't you guys believe in KNOCKING?!?"
Holly and Anna looked at each other, giggling, their mouths open in seeming shock. Anna spoke first. "Is that any way to greet your step-sisters - with your dick hanging out like that?"
Holly put back her head and laughed. "I guess he wasn't expecting us to just barge in like that. But I'll tell you what, Anna - I sure liked what I saw. Didn't you?"
Anna had a dreamy look in her eyes. "I'd love to see some more of that -
up close
."
Both of them nonchalantly sashayed over and sat down on the bed, Holly to my left, Anna to my right.
"Listen, Mikey," Holly said, "since Dad died, you're the man of the house. And Ava - I mean, Mom - told us that our job now is to take care of you in any way we can. And I'm sure she meant
any
way." She said that last sentence with an ominous tone in her voice.
"We've both noticed that big bulge in your pants ever since we moved in here with Mom. You don't think we've been speculating about how big it is and what it could do for us? I mean, it's difficult because - well, I can't speak for Anna, but I'm horny all the time when I'm around you."