Ron Taylor: X-rated mother

"So," he said later as they nestled on the rumpled bed. "If you've lost your job, what do you do? It must be expensive as hell keeping two kids in school."

Connie puffed on her Newport, then stubbed it out. "Oh, it's not that bad. My ex-husband left a trust fund for their education's. That's what they're using, you see. And I'm still getting severance pay from the agency. It was in my contract. If I'm fired without due cause, one year's pay. I own the apartment, and – oh, I'm doing all right, I suppose. Of course, come next October, when the agency checks run out, I suppose I'll be down on the breadline."

She put her hand on his fucked-out cock. "Don't talk about me," she said. "I want to know about you. Do you have a thing about older women? I know you get off on garter belts and stockings – remind me to lay in a supply – but do you just prefer us old girls?"

"Old, young, I don't care," he said. "If I see a woman and it's there, in her eyes, then I want her. I'll do anything to get her. Tonight I saw you, and I knew I wanted you."

"I'm glad."

He covered her hand where it played with his cock. "Not half as glad as I am. Hey! What I'm getting at is this. I'm starting a major project next Wednesday – a week of work, then the finishing up. If you're interested, I'll put you on the budget as my assistant Two-fifty minimum, off the books. What do you say?"

"If I can be with you, I don't even want any money. What do you do, anyway?"

"I guess we never got around to my job. I make movies. A lot of loops so far, but next week I start my first feature. X-rated stuff."

"Pornography?" Connie blurted. "You must be kidding! My God, are you an actor or what?"

"I make them," he repeated. "Director, writer, co-producer. I have an M.A. in film from NYU and I can do anything. Sometimes I handle the camera, and…" he leered, "…sometimes I handle the actresses."

"Well, if you think I'm going to…"

"You'd be my assistant. Script girl, makeup artist, gopher, classroom monitor – you name it. Whatever has to be done to get the cameras rolling."

"Oh. I know what you mean, Lord, I've done that, working liaison for the agency on some commercials we produced. Back in the Stone Age I did a bit of acting myself, you know. I was in three commercials, had a few bit parts. But acting is such an easy way to starve. Oh, I don't know, Roger, it sounds like it might be fun…"

"And we'd be spending a lot of time together," he hinted. "I'd hate like hell to lose you at the very beginning of what promises to be an out-of-sight year."

"I'll have to think about it," she demurred, her hand squeezing his cock and finding it ready. Automatically she spread her legs and made room for him between them.

"You do that," he whispered, making his cock once more acquainted with the warmth of her pubic fur. "And say yes, if you don't mind, Constance Talbot."

"Yes!" she wailed, feeling him slide deeply into her cunt. "Yes!"

They were in bed at last, in his place on 11th Street, Connie so tired she felt only like sleeping. The movie's schedule was short – only four days for the process of shooting – and she wondered if the next three would be as hectic as this.

"So," he asked, "what's your reaction to your first day in the world of X-rated cinema?"

"Not what I expected," she confessed. "I didn't even have a chance to be shocked or titillated. You know, today was the first time I ever actually saw anyone else having sex. But everything was so businesslike. Is it always like that?"

"Not always," he conceded. "Frank and Ellen have been in the porno business for a long time. I've used them both in loops more often than I can remember. They have a routine, and they go through it. Tomorrow we're using a couple of new girls. That's one quantity you can't get enough of in porno films. They're both pretty sexy. Some sparks might fly. Maybe it won't be such a businesslike atmosphere tomorrow."

She pulled the cover to her chin and oozed against him. "Did you try them out first?" she wondered.

"One of them," he conceded. "I don't generally do that with actresses, though. Most of the time I can tell by the way a girl walks if she's going to be a good screw. You, for instance. You don't wiggle much, but there's a definite up-and-down motion of your hips that's very promising." He kissed her hose. "Is something wrong, Connie? You feel chilly."

"No, not really," she said. "It's just well, today, when I was helping Ellen make up for the first sex scene. Remember? We were in the bedroom while you were outside setting up the shot. So! While she was undressing – stop laughing! This isn't funny! She made a pass at me! Yes, she did! She kissed me on the nose, just like you did a moment ago, and she cupped my breasts, and she pressed herself against me and she asked me how I'd like to make it with her." Connie closed her eyes and shivered. Ellen was second lead in the film, playing the hero's girl friend. A short, big breasted girl, she wasn't much of an actress but possessed a lively, energetic personality, with a nice sense of humor. But when she'd been caressing Connie's tits and breathing warmly into her face, Ellen hadn't been kidding. She was dead serious about it.

"That's Ellen," Roger acknowledged. "I should have warned you about her, but I suppose I never thought about it. She's gay, rather aggressive about it when she sees something she likes. Well, she didn't hurt you, did she?"

"No, of course not I've never been propositioned by a woman before, though. The very idea makes me feel crawly. And do you know what else she told me? That it would be cool with you. That's what she said. Explain that, if you please."

Roger shrugged. "I suppose she meant that it would be cool with me if you and she made it. That I wouldn't feel as if someone had deballed me, that I wouldn't want to pour cement into your cunt so no one else could dishonor me with it. That's all."

"All? You wouldn't care if I went to bed with her?"

"It would give us something else in common. I balled her a few times last summer. Once when we were making a loop. The male lead didn't show – busted for possession – and it was too late to get anyone else. So, rather than piss away the camera rental and the arrangements for location, I stripped down and went to it. Once or twice more for kicks, but nothing serious. She's a good kid. I like her."

"Would you want to watch," Connie asked, "or join in, like a sultan with his harem?"

"Both," he leered, pulling her atop him. He planted her bush atop his rod, and she rocked till she felt him hardening beneath her. When his pole was throbbing stiff, Connie lifted herself, reached between, and jammed him into her cunt. She sank down upon his cock, feeling it touch the hidden stimulation centers of her cunt.

"That's what I want," she told him. "You inside me, where you belong. I don't want to make it with anyone else. Just you and me, babe. Tell me that's what you want, too."

He shafted up, making his way into her fragrant swamp. He didn't have to tell her anything with his lips, for his cock was giving her all the reply Connie needed.

She bounced atop him, twisting to make his cock do marvelous things to her cunt and womb, and she pressed her hot, stiff nipples against his chest. His mouth was open and so was hers, wet and warm to receive his tongue. She licked it with her own, grazed it with her teeth, sucked it from time to time as a reminder of her other talents. His hands were around her, cupping her slim asscheeks, pulling her onto his lancing penis, and she could hear the squeaking of the bedsprings.

The sound grated on her ears. First thing next week she'd buy a waterbed for her apartment. She'd toyed with the idea for a long time – they were so comfortable and sexy – but the expense seemed exorbitant.