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..."
