Iris Licht - Video Vixens

Crystal had followed his every suggestion to the letter, and discovered that sex between two women was deliciously special. She deliberately avoided apprising him of how deeply she enjoyed her private session with Montana. The head of Wildwood Productions had legendary sexual powers. Her pure, serpentine tongue left an unforgettable impression. Crystal came a half dozen times before Montana lifted her mouth from her ravaged cunt. The joy had been so plentiful she almost didn't have the energy to reciprocate-yet did. Crystal fucked Montana with her tongue until every syllable she spoke was slurred, splintered and finally silenced. Montana's drippings were sugar-coated, her snatch lips traced with honey. Crystal took generous servings of her pussy, rubbing her mouth all over that glossy, pink flesh. Voraciously she ate Montana, flicking over her swollen clit while her screams escalated. When she spasmed in her face at length, Montana was lethargic but grateful. She gave Crystal a final sample of her oral expertise-and another energy-sapping orgasm-before awarding her a two-year contract.

Crystal squeezed the dildo into her cunt and shivered. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh. Wet rubber penetrated her snatch. Her chin went up and her lips spread thickly as electricity shot through her nervous system. The burrowing instrument was snared by clinging mush. In and out she dragged the fake cock, elevating her pleasure. The urge was unstoppable. Deliriously, she fucked herself. Ohhhhhhhh. It felt so good, reminding her of how Pete's cock felt when encased in her soaked warmth. Of course, the throbbing was a missing element, but she would have that soon.

Her finger rotated her clit to burning satisfaction. It pulsed savagely at her expert manipulation. Her hips snapped wildly as a direct result of that orchestration. Juice poured from her crevice, streaming over her velvety thighs.

Ohhhhhhhhhhh! She was wide-open, ready for some real cock. Pete's cunt-filling member ruled her immediate thoughts. Considering its hard, splitting quality, her excitement jumped another notch.

Her ass slapped the sheets, her heart pounding, her breath broken by a loud gulp. The fever was uncontrollable. A hot flush colored her ecstatic features, sweat coursing from each pore. In the heat of the moment, only the dildo and Pete existed; the room whirled around her during that fantasy. The camera crew and the blistering lights faded from sight.

Crystal's eyes rolled up into their sockets at the peak of her agitation before she went numb. The dildo abruptly dropped from her hand and her finger bolted from her clit.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!" she cried. "Ohhhhhhhhhh! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

The director motioned for them to "cut." The area buzzed with activity, repositioning equipment, testing lighting, reviewing script changes. Most were oblivious to the girl whose perceptions slowly returned to normal.

Pete sat the edge of the bed, studying Crystal's reclamation. Beyond doubt, she was gorgeous-a true babe. He dabbed her forehead with a towel. Her eyelids blinked several times before they steadied.

"You were terrific," he remarked when he knew she could hear him. "You gave me a hard-on."

She glimpsed him for the proof. Mmmmmmm. Pete's crotch was deliciously swollen. His cock bulged widely under her lengthening stare. "Is that for me?"

His grin remained fixed. "Sure is."

"Let's go take care of it," she murmured, eager for his hungry slide into her pussy.

Pete glanced at the door as though expecting to see Amber emerge on the scene. The voluptuous actress cast her spell on him. Although he was enthusiastic about doing Crystal, Amber floated through his mind. He couldn't help but dwell over that beautiful face venting him a uncivil look, tacitly demanding he pound her into submission. Amber made no secret about her enjoyment of sex, and imparted that message through every gig.

Naturally, Amber wasn't nearly prepared to tape. Her late arrivals on the set were not only expected, but tolerated. Amber could afford to be nonchalant; she was principally the breadwinner for Wildwood, and crowed about it endlessly.

Pete wondered if he could manage her. A girl that raked in the dough required expert representation. Whoever was currently navigating her career couldn't do her nearly the justice that he could. Pete figured he could renegotiate the terms of her contract that would make her the highest paid entertainer in porn.

Of course, Amber wasn't stupid. He believed her economically shrewd. To entrust someone with her career and permit him to take control of her financial affairs would take more than genius. That person had to back his claim with the required attitude and bedroom athletics. Sex was an effective bargaining tool. Amber wouldn't respect anyone without balls; in that department, Pete had it made.

He never heard a single complaint from Crystal. She took all she could get.

Amber could be persuaded-and he was just the guy to do it.

The telephone rang several times in Amber's room before the recorder switched on. "Sorry, I can't pick up the phone right now. I'm probably fucking somebody. At the sound of the tone, you know what to do."

Although Amber Lake's standard message sounded a bit far-fetched, she was brutally accurate. Her legs reached high and around her stud of the moment, Buddy Bang-affectionately known as "B.B." by those familiar with the industry. Buddy happened to be one of Amber's favorite fuck partners. She'd made several movies with him and never failed to get stirred up over his lean, smooth body and boyish features attached to eleven inches of unrelenting pleasure. B.B.'s light brown hair was nearly as long as hers, except he chose to put his in a pony tail, as was the convention of most young male porn stars.

Amber was everything you would expect from an actress of adult films: wickedly impertinent, busty, eye-catching and loud. Brunette curls framed a stunning face with dark, flashing eyes. Her full, sensual lips were wildly expressive, mouthing lewd phrases while broaching an entirely tame subject. Amber was a highly skilled individual who not only brought men to their knees, but made them glad they were there. She didn't intimidate nearly as much as she caused people to think nasty. Her in-your-face, let-it-hang-out style was adopted by most performers in the business. She was shamelessly sexy.

On her back, she gazed up at her fancied co-star and let him fill her pussy with his enormous cock. Some women might have flinched when B.B. crammed that monster into them, but Amber did nothing of the sort. She welcomed its tight, cunt-squashing fit. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh. She loved fucking B.B., whether it was on the set or in the privacy of her own home. They didn't always work on the same projects together, but when she could designate him as her leading man, she did so without hesitation.

At twenty-five, B.B. looked years younger. B.B. resembled a beach bum who flunked out of school, pilfered favors from anyone he could, and was corrupted by the likes of porn stars such as Amber Lake. His image amused Amber, as she had known B.B. to be one of the most intelligent and disciplined actors of her acquaintance. Not only had B.B. graduated from college, but when he wasn't working, he avidly read John Keats, Thomas Hardy and James Joyce, among others. He savored literary perfection and claimed those writers fueled his imagination by giving him focus.

At the moment, scholarly enrichment wasn't on B.B.'s mind as he slammed into Amber. He made her sweat profusely as he pumped her steadily with his big cock. B.B. had an energetic rhythm that automatically accelerated Amber's pulse. Keen to the voluptuous brunette's preference for a nice, stiff fuck, B.B. delivered. His sharp, penetrating thrusts caused her water bed to violently rock in conjunction with Amber's spirited cries.