Fifties screen siren, Dora Lush was bored on this hot and balmy Southern California night. She sat on the edge of her queen-sized bed, and fluffed her satin pillows impatiently. She drew back the sleeve of her silk robe to check her watch.
"Where are they?" she wondered, then stood up to check the view outside her dressing room window. Just as she pulled back the curtain, she saw a group of young crewmen cutting across the deserted movie studio lot, heading straight for the path that led to her door. They were all eager, tall and fairly good-looking.
"Delicious..." Doris whispered outl oud, and licked her lips in anticipation. Time to reward her hard-working movie crew...
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The party in Doris' dressing room turned a little rowdier than normal that night. She was used to servicing two or three young crewmen at once, but this night, she had six men squeezed into her small room. With a drink in her hand, and the radio blaring, Doris performed a lascivious slave-girl dance number for the men, wearing nothing but her see-through harem-girl pants, and a bright, lipstick-red smile. Her guests seemed most appreciative; especially when she moved from man-to-man, unzipping a fly here, teasing and caressing a crotch there. One-by-one she gave each man special notice until she had them all stiff and saluting their cocks in anticipation. When she finished her dance around the room, she teased the group further by thrusting her giant breasts in the face of each man.
"You can look, but you can't touch...not until I say so!" she warned one ardent guest, who couldn't wait, and ended up jacking off and spraying his juice all over Doris' sexy pants. "Oh well," Doris smiled. "I guess I'll just have to remove these."
She bent over, slowly removed the harem pants and rubbed her naked rear end against Mr. Jack-Off's dripping member, until it was straight, stiff and ready for more. Lois greedily eyed the growing hard-on of Mr. Jack-Off's neighbor, and quickly moved on to the next lap.
"You're new here, aren't you..." she smiled down at the giant, one-eyed monster, that belonged to the one crewman on the lot she hadn't fucked...yet. "What's your name?"
Mr. Giant Prick said nothing; he merely grunted, grasped her knees in his big hands, and shoved them wide apart. Doris closed her eyes and leaned against the silent man's chest. Seconds later, she felt a long, thick shaft being shoved slowly into her wet hole. Doris squealed in delight and began to bounce up and down eagerly against Mr. Giant Prick's pole. Unfortunately, he came very quickly. Doris didn't and moved on to the hard man, in the next chair.
He was also a first-time visitor in her dressing room, and looked a little older than the rest of the men. Without a word, she smiled, grabbed his cock in her fist, and drove it up as far as it would go. Her new partner began to swell and buck inside her, until Doris realized he was even longer and thicker than Mr. Giant Prick! She began to slow down the greedy pumping of her loins, and swooned against her partner's chest.
"You're quite yummy." Doris murmured and gave him a hungry, open-mouth kiss on the lips. "I could forget the rest of these boys, and fuck you all night. I like older men..."
"Oh, you little slut..." the man whispered, and fiercely slammed into her tight hole. "I know you do, you sweet little whore...I should take you over my knee, and...oh, god!" He came inside her, thrusting and bucking wildly, grasping at the roots of her hair.
"Ow! You're hurting me!" Doris tried to pull away, but the strange man wouldn't let go. "Please stop! It hurts!" He continued to ram and pound against her violently until Doris could feel a powerful orgasm working at her insides. The older man's drilling hips finally slacked off and he whispered and panted into her ear as he came, "You don't remember me? I'm your first fuck, babydoll. Three years ago, before you were famous, I popped your little cherry in the alley behind the commissary. Remember?"
"Go away..." Barely listening, Doris pouted, and moved on to her third partner. She came noisily on his lap, squealing like a stuck piglet, almost as soon as he entered her. "Fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed as she ground her hips. She wondered why her appetite had suddenly turned voracious; almost out-of-control. In a daze, she stumbled over to a familiar-looking cock that belong to Charlie, one of her regular visitors.
Without a word, she dropped to her knees in front of him, and he moved closer; his private parts, dangling, red and engorged were only inches away from her panting lips. "Good old Charlie..." she sighed, and parted her red lips, taking the tip of his member between her teeth. Charlie cried out, grabbed her by the back of her head, and plunged deep into her open mouth. Doris whimpered, and opened her legs wide, inviting the next man to enter her from behind, as she serviced Charlie. It didn't take long for her to feel the inevitable, hot long prick being slipped into the painfully snug hole of her rear.
Another man joined her on the floor in front of Charlie and began to suck on one of her large, pink nipples as he jacked off. Mr. Giant Prick got on his hands and knees, and began to use her full, bobbing left breast to massage and squeeze his dribbling organ. Doris felt surrounded, overwhelmed by a forest of stiff, active pricks. At this moment, crawling on all fours, with a man pumping away into every one of her openings, she realized the party had gotten way out of hand.
She was no longer in control of the situation. Soon, she felt herself being pinned to the floor, a passive willing toy, as each man had a turn with her. Some of them couldn't wait, and she found herself stuck between two, or three sweating thrusting bodies. One drilling from the front, one pounding from behind, and a third man dipping his cock into her open mouth from above. Finally, after each man had had his fill of her, she sat up from the floor, and gazed around the room absently. The only man who hadn't participated in the action was the older gentleman, who claimed he had been her first fuck. He'd remained in his seat, smirking at Doris while she was getting banged frantically by five of her guests. She frowned at him from across the room. He looked familiar, but she didn't like the way he'd treated her earlier; pulling and twisting her like a rag doll, while he jolted into her like a machine gone haywire. Doris rolled away from the remaining men, stood up and began to head for the shower to wash her semen and sweat-covered body.
