Iris Licht - Video Vixens

Montana assessed Crystal's lank, flowing thighs. She recalled that first time when they were wrapped about her head as she ate Crystal. They were in her office, having gone over the stipulations of her contract, when Crystal opted to clinch the deal with sex. She lifted her skirt, disclosing those golden wisps that profiled her snatch, then took Montana's hand and placed it over that heated moisture. Crystal's interview began on a diligent note; after the girl demonstrated an overt wildness, it promptly switched into a decadent affair. Montana held nothing back; the girl summoned her appetite, and received nothing short of its full-flamed intensity. She tongue-fucked Crystal until the girl spasmed in her face twice, then strapped on a dildo and proceeded to fill her pussy with heavy rubber. Crystal got off on everything she did, begging her for more. The girl was tireless, insatiable, testing the boundaries even Montana prescribed for herself.

Montana was suspicious of Crystal's boyfriend, Peter. He insisted upon his inclusion in each taping, explaining that he represented Crystal's well-being. Montana didn't buy his story for a second; she recognized his delighted glow when Amber Lake arrived for her scenes. Peter salivated over every nubile inch she unfurled. He would have given his right ball to change places with any one of the actors and fuck her.

Montana observed him sitting over in the corner. His intermittent glances at the suite of dressing rooms was all the proof she required. Amber would appear next in a pulse-raising three-way.

Unlike Peter, Montana could wait. Amber was one of her more temperamental people, who raged over the smallest things. Montana could not do without Amber; Crystal, a newcomer, wasn't as large a draw as someone of Amber's caliber. She was forced to placate the volatile actress and cater to her whims. If Amber favored a glass of Dom Perignon before taping, along with a tray of Russian caviar and crackers, Montana had little choice but to supply her those extravagances. A personal masseuse was tossed into the deal as well (Amber complained of muscle aches after long, grueling scenes), to the tune of five thousand per month. Montana subscribed to a limousine service for her as well, transporting Amber from her Hollywood Hills home and delivering her to the doorstep of Wildwood Productions. If Amber happened to see a friend or two on the way, she whisked them along for a ride, stopped for dinner at a top LA restaurant, then charged it to the studio (business discussion, Amber reconciled). Once again, Montana picked up the tab.

Amber's name (in addition to her trademark tits) on the front of a video translated into big bucks for Montana's studio. The reigning sex goddess of the porn industry, Amber had achieved bankable status. Chancing a confrontation over Amber's mercurial moods was not something Montana wished to do.

Montana much preferred sweet Crystal, who endlessly provoked her creative staff. After she put her in front of the camera, Crystal might copy Amber's demands-but by then, she hoped Amber Lake was in retirement. She adamantly hoped Crystal would emerge Wildwood's latest sensation.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," Crystal recaptured her awareness as she expertly manipulated the dildo. She plunged it whole into her cunt, then sawed back and forth through slick pussy lips until it glistened with her juices. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Oh yes! Ohhhhhhh!"

Once again, Montana felt drawn into the whirlpool of excitement. The rapture Crystal conveyed influenced her. Montana's nipples rebelliously bulged through her outfit. Her clit twitched nervously while she studied the young actress's feverish gyrations. Crystal's moans and shrieks pierced her composure. It became increasingly difficult for Montana to play bystander to Crystal's meteoric spectacle.

Rising from her director's chair, she surveyed the others and saw that her physical and emotional turbulence went unnoticed. Montana had more than enough duties to attend to than her own sexual fulfillment. Wordlessly, she sauntered from the room, hoping to shake the jolting disturbances that raced through her body.

Crystal was vaguely aware the boss of Wild-wood Productions had made her exit. When taped, every fiber of her being was honed to perfect focus. Crystal wanted the world to see her excitement simmer, then explode. Her salary and future were based on how many tapes her name could sell. If she couldn't compel someone to masturbate or make a grab for their spouse while playing one of her videos, then she hadn't properly done her job. Turning people on was quite a chore. Crystal had to consult her imagination for new and exciting ways to bring sexual instinct to the surface. Placing her finger on the correct hot spot proved more than a formidable task. She had to empty her mind of all else and concentrate on total eroticism; projecting that for the camera lens was an involved and intense process.

The one person who survived her purge of distraction was Pete, her boyfriend. He inspired her arousal and kept it on constant flame. All she needed to do was occupy herself with pictures of him- naked, sweating, horny-and her titillation was complete.

The dildo became an extension of Pete's cock. She opened her legs to snare it, reaching for that manly mass with her drenched cunt. Her sob echoed through the set as that solid object plunged into her moist pussy. She pumped herself with it, twisting her body exotically, receiving pleasure. In her mind, Pete was fucking her brains out. His hard cock jerked through her hot squish, crammed to the balls. She sustained this illusion, bucking and wailing for five uninterrupted minutes, her sweltering ordeal recorded for the thrill-seeking public.

Crystal leveraged her excitement by putting a finger to her clit for a rousing jiggle. The dildo never left her hand, piloting through her succulent recesses. Fast and furiously, her digit traveled. Wet sounds washed from her pussy. Her cunt lips puckered for the lunging sex toy, catching and bunching over its artificial plane.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she moaned, fucking herself with the fake cock. Her pussy sucked and slithered over it, making one hungry grasp after another. Her snapping finger put her stimulation into perspective. A hot, sweeping jitteriness mounted from within.

Crystal almost yelled out for Pete, but managed to keep her motivate secret. Nobody-not even her boyfriend-knew what sequence of thoughts propelled her. Some might have believed her narcissistic, being watched was a powerful stimulant; that, she had been told, fueled the performances of others in her field.

Pete would make her happy after she wrapped the scene. Her dressing room would be used to answer the smoldering needs the dildo awakened. Crystal's craving for flesh and blood precluded her from attaining artificial fulfillment. Her satisfaction wasn't validated by synthetic devices. After Pete's pants dropped, she'd have the real food source for her cunt. His stiff cock would excite her pussy in a way no dildo could.

Oh, God, she was doing this for him, she remembered, close to orgasm. She bared her exhilarated flesh and permitted herself to be filmed because of Pete. His thirst for fame and power in the industry drove him; she was an agent of that aspiration. Ultimately, she didn't care about the money or her positioning. Pete's elation was solely what mattered. She devoted herself to him and his vision in total. Her love for the man overruled the drooling mouths and piercing eyes that surrounded her. Pete taught her how to mentally erase them in order to instill the perpetual sizzle in her work.

Pete did everything for her. He was her professional consultant, manager, public relations person, confidante and lover. Crystal functioned exclusively on his instruction, and obeyed him without question. Her seduction of Montana Wildwood was perpetrated by Pete; he directed Crystal to appeal to the woman's hidden inclinations to facilitate her employment. He told her exactly how to go about it so that Montana was hers to command.