I gripped Nina's ankles and pushed until her knees were against her tits. The director had ordered me to give her a hard fucking and that's exactly what she was getting. At the other end, Joe was squatting over her pretty head with his beefy cock in her mouth. That bitch hated everything that was being done to her but loved the big bucks she was getting for performing in front of the camera. She was called "The Snow Queen" behind her back, and for good reason. The writhing, moaning, and begging for more was all a big act. For someone who had never had an orgasm in her life, she was damn good at faking them.
The director signaled for the money shots. I glanced over at Joe and spotted the pre-arranged signal that he was ready to come. I revved up to four thrusts per second and felt myself going over the edge. My cock came out of Nina's pussy with a wet pop and then I scrambled to get into position. Just as I knelt down next to her head, Joe pulled his cock free and fired a burst of jizz against the tip of her nose. I groaned as a thick spurt of my custard ricocheted off of her glossy lips. I knew the bitch hated the taste of cum, so I made sure to unload right on her pouty lips. If she wanted to keep up her act, she would have to lick her lips clean. She did, and even managed a fake moan of satisfaction. By the time Joe and I were down to dribbles, that slut's face was covered with our special sauce. As the scene came to an end, Nina's reaction was exactly what everyone on the set expected.
"GET THIS SHIT OFF OF MY FACE!" she shrieked.
A lackey rushed forward with a towel to wipe away all evidence of the facial. While he dabbed at the gobs of jizz, Nina spat again and again to rid her mouth of the vile fluid. I struggled to hold in the laughter. After calling Joe and I "pigs", she stormed from the set. As I made my way to the dressing room, a man about my own age approached me.
"Nice performance. I especially liked the money shot. Very nicely done."
"Thanks. When Nina carries on like that, I know I did something right."
"How about letting me buy you a drink? I've got a business proposition for you."
I figured the guy was another porno producer who wanted to hire me for a movie. I couldn't see any harm in having a drink with him, so, after I dressed, we walked down the street to a trendy cocktail lounge. He introduced himself as Jerry and lifted his glass in a toast. We sipped our drinks and talked about the pennant race for awhile, then he got down to business.
"I used to be in the business, so I know about how much money you make," he said. "It doesn't seem fair that the girls make the big bucks and the guys can't even make a decent living."
"Yeah, tell me about it. I came out here to LA seeking fame and fortune, and now I'm screwing bitches like Nina just to put food on the table."
"Yeah, it's a tough business," he said. "I started my own business and I'm really doing very well now. I provide well-hung studs to lonely women or women who just want a good fucking without any emotional involvement. My supply can't keep up with the demand. I can always use a man like you. You're good-looking and you've got a big cock and good control. You could do very well."
"Oh, I don't think so. The idea of screwing wrinkled old ladies for money doesn't appeal to me."
"I don't have any wrinkled old ladies. I have some in their forties and fifties, but most of them aren't half bad. I can honestly say that I don't have a customer that I wouldn't screw myself. Tell you what, I'll start you off with a choice assignment - a mother-daughter team. Guys beg me for dates with them. They've been asking for somebody they haven't had before. You would be perfect."
"How much would I make?"
"The going rate is a thousand per night per woman. You have to make them cum, though, and you have to do it with your cock, not your tongue or fingers."
He slid a business card across the bar. I tucked it into my shirt pocket, mostly out of courtesy. We chatted for awhile before going our separate ways. The next day I called around looking for work. I was offered a part in a bisexual male flick, but turned it down. I don't have a problem with gays or bisexuals, it's just that that action isn't my cup of tea. I was three months behind on my rent. I used the money I had made fucking Nina to pay one month and buy a little time. Then I spotted Jerry's business card on the nightstand. I stretched out on the bed and pondered my options. It seemed I had little choice. I dialed Jerry's number.
A few nights later I headed my rattletrap toward the Hollywood Hills where the people I was supposed to meet had a "retreat". Jerry had given me directions over the phone, but either he didn't tell me right or I didn't hear him right and I lost my way several times. I finally drove up a narrow dirt road to a sprawling ranchhouse perched atop a hill overlooking the twinkling lights of the city.
I recognized the woman as soon as she opened the door. I had seen her in small parts in countless B movies, but her name wouldn't come to me. She was a damn fine-looking woman in her mid to late forties. Her pretty face was framed by curly brown hair. Her makeup was perfect, but that was to be expected. After years in show business, she could probably put it on in her sleep. She had big tits separated by dark, greasy cleavage.
"You're late," she said with a scowl. "I don't like to be kept waiting by a whore."
"I'm really sorry. This place is hard to find."
"Very well. Come in. You aren't the first person who got lost trying to find us."
She extended her hand in a queenly manner. I didn't know whether to kiss it or shake it. "I'm Paula," she said. That sounded familiar but I still couldn't think of her last name, and I thought it would be indiscreet to ask.
She led me into a lavishly furnished livingroom. Even though she had never quite made it into the big time, she still had done very well for herself. I got the impression that this wasn't the only home that she owned.
"Let's take care of business first," she said. She handed me an envelope and told me to count what was in it. My hand trembled as I leafed through the crisp one-hundred-dollar bills. There were twenty of them, enough to pay my landlord and to get some badly-needed work done on my car.
"You do understand that you have to earn this money, don't you? One orgasm for each of us is all that we ask for, but I hope you will go above and beyond the call of duty. And the party isn't over until we say so or the sun comes up."
"Yes, I understand. I'll do my very best. Jerry said you might like to see some of my recent work," I said, as I handed her a paper bag containing a few of my videos.
"Yes, thank you. Why don't we get started?"
As I followed her down a hallway, I couldn't take my eyes off of her glorious ass. I could hardly wait to see it without the cloth covering it. My cock began to stir. She led me to a bedroom twice the size of my whole apartment. A fully-clothed girl was stretched out on the bed talking to an elderly man in a wheel-chair. Jerry had told me about him. He was the husband-father, and he always watched when his wife and daughter had a sex party. A very pretty girl in a maid costume stood next to the old man.
"This is my daughter, Connie," Paula said. "She inherited my sex drive, as you will soon see."
Connie was absolutely gorgeous. Paula must have looked just like her when she was in her mid-twenties. The resemblance between the two was uncanny. Connie was wearing an indecent little dress cut too low on top and too high on the bottom. I could see the tops of her golden globes right down to the fringes of her aureoles. I caught just a glimpse of her pussy before she smoothed her skirt down.
"That's my husband. Don't worry about him. He won't interfere. About the only pleasure he gets out of life any more is watching Connie and I getting fucked. Just forget he is there."
She handed the maid the bag and told her to put one of the tapes into the VCR. I had the tapes cued to the scenes that I was in, so as soon as the maid hit the play button, I was there on the big screen fucking the daylights out of a little porno princess. Mother and daughter stretched out on the bed to watch the show.
"Why don't you strip off all of your clothes and stand there at the corner of the bed playing with yourself," Paula said. As I began undressing, the maid came forward to take my clothes. Then I stood naked in front of all of them with my cock slowly swelling to its full length of nine inches.
The women's eyes darted back and forth between the screen and my cock. Both were already showing signs of arousal. They licked their lips constantly. Their faces were flushed and their bellies rose and fell more rapidly. Being naked in front of clothed people was nothing knew to me, so I felt entirely at ease. I enjoy masturbating in front of women and have discovered that it's a great way to make them horny. I spotted some lotion on a dresser and squirted some on my cock, then I put on a show for them.
I had been at it for about twenty minutes when Paula said, "All right, that's enough for now. We'll want you to jack off for us before you go, but for now, come and lay between us."
