Jason Canum - The starlet_s sucking lips

Lance slipped his hands down over her hips and slid them beneath the smooth rounded moons of her desperately thrashing buttocks. He cupped them harshly with each hand and began beading Terri like bread dough as he fucked his long hard cock in with ever greater frenzy.

Kit subconsciously flexed and unflexed her straining cunt muscles as his fingers dug deeply into the creamy, supple flesh of her ass. He jerked her harder up to his massive, driving prick, and she spread her nakedly trembling thighs even farther, inviting him to do that he willed as the, hot, moist hole of her cunt spread open in obscene welcome. He pounded into her snatch with a fury, then, without warning changed technique again and began making smooth, longer strokes that drew his cock nearly all the way out of her hotly clasping cunt before plunging forward again into her uplifted loins.

Suddenly Kit knew she was about to come. She fought against the orgasm; she didn't want to come… not yet. All this was too beautiful to end, to change. She tightened up all of her muscles, but that only intensified the hot, all-consuming vibrations that were beginning to reverberate like a gong deep in the pit of her stomach.

Lance felt the change in her body, felt the madden heating up of her wetly clasping omit, and knew she was rapidly approaching a climax. Beneath him, Kit had begun to chant, "Oh… oh, ohhhhh," with each breath. The knowledge that she was about to come made his own excitement build to a fever pitch; he wanted to come with her, at the same time. Quickening the rhythm of his pistoning thrusts, grinding deep and hard, boring persistently into the hidden recesses of her pussy, he gave her every inch of cock he had on every thrust.

Kit's senses were rapidly leaving her now. There was nothing left except that exquisite pressure building up in her loins. She was only vaguely aware of Lance's lips leaving her mouth to clamp hotly on her right lit, of the feel of his heavily swaying balls hammering at her ravaged whole, of his hands moving across her abdomen to add additional thrills to her erect little clitoris.

"Ohhhhh, Lance… Lance!" she wailed. "Fuck harder! I'm coming! I'm commmiiinnnggg! "

She punched her nakedly writhing hips up, seeking one last ecstatic thrust before the dam inside of her broke.

His hotly throbbing cock was a huge battering ram slamming into her, and the vibrations from the blows made her tingle all over. This all had to be a dream… it was all too beautiful to be true. Then, gradually, the dam crumbled and the wave of ecstasy was flooding down over her.

"Ohhhhlll God!I'm…I'm commmiiinnnngh!"

She jerked upward once with superhuman strength, then fell back, wantonly convulsing on the uncovered couch. Her frantically quivering legs beat against the softness of the cushions, and her breath came in home rasping gasps as the violent, but exquisite, seizure rocked and racked her ripe young body.

She felt, momentarily, that she was one gigantic cunt… coming, coming, coming… that every part of her was part of it, and rejoicing. Even above her own pleasure, however, was the sudden knowledge that the beautifully pulsating cock that had carried her to this peak of glory was pumping hot, thick spurts of sperm far up into her quivering belly. His hot jizz mingled with her juice and they formed a pool of sexual bliss that shimmered and shone in the volcano of her cunt.

Her heart was pounding as though it were about to leap from her breast and a great exhaustion, almost to death itself swept over her. Her legs went limp, her hands fell to her side, and she felt her mind drifting away into sweet oblivion.

Suddenly, the glare of bright lights in the worn yanked Kit out of her reverie.

She looked up to see Claudia Adams standing in the doorway.

"Did you get it all?" Lance said, glancing at Claudia and then looking down at Kit, his face contorted with a hateful, leering grin.

"Every lustful frame of it," Claudia said, matching Lance's hate-filled smile and holding up a reel of film. "This should take care of our little 'would-be' star very nicely."

"What… What are you talking about?" Kit stammered, her mind struggling to regain its balance. "Lance, what is she doing here?"

"I'll tell you what I'm doing here," Claudia interrupted, advancing towards Kit and waving the reel of film in front of her. "I'm protecting my interests. I'm the biggest star in this country-if not the world-and I intend to stay the biggest. This little piece of film will help guarantee it."

Her face was flushed, her eyes flashing with borderline insanity, as she spit out the words, inches from Kit's face.

"Let me tell you, little Miss Nobody, if you so much as set foot in a producer's office to audition for a part, I will make sure he gets a copy of this film, recording for all prosterity your actions tonight."

She paused, a victorious laugh rippling from her throat.

"You may get an offer for a date… but you sure as hell won't get a part in a film!"

"What do you mean I'm fired!" Kit cried leaning across Otto Klinger's desk, her eyes fighting back tears of frustration and anger.

"Oh, get off it, Kit. I told you the facts of life during our little 'lesson', remember?" KIinger leaned back in his chair and looked directly at her. "I told you then that Claudia Adams ran the, show around this town. She can do anything she wants, to anyone she wants. And she wants you fired."

"But it's not fair!" Kit exclaimed. "Lance Westwood was on that film, too, and I don't see anybody firing him!"

"Of course not, you silly child. He's a man. Something like this would only add to his 'macho' image!" Klinger rose from the desk and moved to the door, opening it for Kit. "Sorry, Kit, because you really have some talent. But you can't fight Claudia Adams. Take my advice. Forget movies. Look for a job as a secretary."

"Is Michael in?" Kit said, bursting through the elevator door into the reception area to Michael Reynolds' office his beautiful blonde secretary, looked up from her desk. "Kit, honey, what's wrong? You look like you've been run over by a truck!"

"A truck full of garbage!" Kit said bitterly. "I have to talk to Michael. Is he in?"

"No, he's in Palm Springs going over locations. Lot's go in his office where we can talk. I've got a big shoulder," Sandra said, leading the younger girl through the massive doors.

When Kit had finished recounting the details of the last twenty-four hours, including getting fired off the picture, Sandra rose from the couch and moved to the window.

"That fucking bitch cunt," she hissed. "She's done it again."

"What are you talking about?" Kit asked, looking at the beautiful woman who had made such fantastic love to her on Steinburg's boat.

"I'm talking about… Sandra Fleming," the other woman replied, gazing out the window with a wistful, far-away look in her eyes.

"But, that's… you," Kit hesitated, trying to grasp the implication of the woman's words.

"It was me," Sandra said, "two years ago. I was considered the hottest new property at Galaxy Studios. Until I crossed paths with Ms. Claudia Adams. I took a role away from her that she wanted badly. Of course, she was too old for it, but her ego wouldn't let her admit it. Instead, she set me up exactly the same way she did you-in living color, complete with sound. No one would touch me after that… at least, not for a role in a film."

The blonde sighed, then slowly crossed over to the couch where Kit was sitting.

"I tried everything, offering to take bit parts for scale, anything, just to keep working. But she'd done her dirty work well. Finally, Michael convinced me that I was butting my head against a stone wall, and offered me this job. At least I'm still involved in the business.

Her voice trailed off for a moment, then she abruptly turned to Kit