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Panic. Confusion.
Lily squealed.
I opened my eyes, blinked in the harsh glare of sunlight, and then focused. Lily was kneeling astride me with her tiny hand expertly stroking the top of my cock. It was swollen and engorged – an instant away from erupting.
“This is for you!” Lily’s voice chirped. Kate and Kelly lunged forward open-mouthed at the precise moment where I lost the last shreds of my restraint. My orgasm gushed, arching into the air between the actresses’ faces. It splashed on their tongues and into their mouths. It spattered across Lily’s sweat-glistening breasts.
It looked spectacular.
I lay prone, sucking in huge lungfulls of air as the moment of rapture faded and then dissolved. I sensed my two cameramen peeling away from the action and just a minute later they stopped filming.
“Tell me you got that,” I pleaded.
Walter came over and crouched beside where I lay. He was smiling. “Every instant of it,” he smiled.
I sat up. Lily was still sitting astride my hips. There was an expression of satisfaction and triumph spreading softly across her lips. “Did I do good?”
Chapter 13.
I was sweating heavily: it trickled down my back, glistened across my chest and burned at my eyes. I stood naked in the cool shade of the kitchen for just long enough to pour three fingers of whiskey, and then I carried the glass with me into the living room where Connie was pacing with agitation. There was a dark flush of color under her cheeks.
“What did you think?” I asked. I dragged the back of my hand across my brow.
“Interesting,” Connie’s voice was reedy. She was looking into my eyes, but I sensed her distraction. We were standing close. Connie took a small step back and I caught the briefest flicker of her gaze as it dropped to where my cock hung, still half-hard after filming. “You certainly put everything into your performance.”
I raised an eyebrow. “You mean the different positions?”
“That,” she said, “and the energy you bring.”
“Is that a compliment?” I wasn’t sure.
Connie’s smile twisted a little. “It was a comment.”
“You mean a criticism.”
“No. I mean a comment,” she said. “Nothing more.”
I closed the space between us with a single step until we were standing just a few inches apart. Connie sucked in a sudden disconcerted breath, as if it might be the last one she ever took. I stared down into her eyes and her gaze was nervous and hectic.
“Did watching the scene turn you on?” my voice lowered, becoming intimate.
She said nothing. I could see her lower lip quivering. She tried to avert her eyes, but there was nowhere else to look.
Except down at my cock.
“Did you get aroused, watching me fuck those girls?”
“No,” she told a breathless little lie. “Not at all.”
I stepped back, a knowing smile on my lips. “That’s a shame,” I said. “Because while I was fucking Lily, I was thinking about you, Connie. I was fantasizing about how nice it would be to slowly undress you, remove your bra and panties and then slowly cover your body with soft wet kisses while you writhed beneath me.”
Connie looked shocked… or maybe it was an expression of something more feminine and primal. “Is that so?” she flustered, her composure shaking.
“Yes, it is,” I smiled wolfishly. “I was fantasizing about having sex with you – away from the cameras, away from the actresses who do this for a living. I was thinking about how erotic it would be to take you to bed and taste your pussy.” As I spoke, my cock began to harden again. “I hope that doesn’t offend you. I’m sure you are the focus of a lot of men’s fantasies.”
Connie didn’t answer. She took an uncertain step aside, and as she did, her eyes drifted distractedly downwards…
“Maybe you should be concentrating more on your job,” she offered feebly.
I smiled. “Maybe I’ve decided to make it my job to take you to bed.”
She laughed, but the sound of it rattled in her throat, hollow and unconvincing. She shook her head and folded her arms across her chest. “Forget it,” she said off-balance. “You’re not my type of man.”
I arched an eyebrow. “Type? What type of man am I?”
Connie’s features suddenly became composed. Her eyes fixed on mine, cold and appraising. “You’re a cobra,” she said softly. “A big, beautiful, but very dangerous cobra. You weave and hypnotize, Rick Cassidy… you lure your targets with your looks and charm and your physique…”
“And then…?”
“And then you devour them.”
There was a long moment of silence, and then I smiled lazily. “Wouldn’t you like to be eaten, Connie?” my voice dropped to a sexy whisper. I reached out and touched her shoulder with the tips of my fingers. I could feel her body tremble while the double entendre hung in the air.
Connie stiffened and shook her head, but she didn’t flinch away. “Not because I’m mesmerized,” she insisted softly. “I don’t do casual sex… and if I ever did, it would be with my eyes wide open – not under the spell of a man like you.”
And that was that…
Chapter 14.
“I need a shower,” I decided. “Make yourself comfortable, okay?”
I headed down the hallway to the bathroom. I drained the whiskey and left the empty glass on a side-table. I could hear the sound of the shower running from behind the closed bathroom door. I stepped into the room, into billowing clouds of soft hazy steam.
Kate was sitting on the edge of the bathroom vanity, her back against the cold tiles of the wall, her legs folded and spread wide, heels resting on the lip of the wooden counter. Lily was crouched on her knees between the actress’s legs. She had her face nestled between the tall tanned blonde’s thighs. Kate had her eyes closed and she was breathing loudly. I pushed the door closed behind me. The shadowy shape of Kelly was standing behind the frosted glass of the shower screen. I could see the fractured patterns of her as she ran a lather of suds over her breasts.
I didn’t move.
Lily’s tongue was lapping at the folds of Kate’s sex with single-minded dedication. Her body rocked gently with every swipe of her tongue, and Kate’s breathing altered in tone and intensity, becoming more hectic and irregular.
Lily had one hand between her own legs, cupping her sex with her palm as two of her fingers glided in and out of her pussy. I felt my cock begin to firm as if it had a mind and a will of its own.
“Very nice,” I said. “I could watch you girls for hours.”
Kate opened her eyes and gazed at me with a lost dreamy expression soft on her lips. Lily glanced over her shoulder at me. She saw my cock harden and rise and she giggled. “We can always make room for you, Rick,” she said in a sultry voice. “I know there’s room in my pussy for you, and I bet Katie would like the same thing too.”
I smiled. The door to the shower screen slid open a few inches and a slender tanned forearm appeared through the cloud of steam. The fingers of the hand crooked into a beckoning gesture, and I heard Kelly’s husky voice above the hiss of the water. “I’m in here all alone and wet as hell,” she invited.
I lolled elegantly against the wall, folded my arms and crossed my ankles. “I am just a spectator, girls,” I said. “I don’t want to interrupt the fun.”
The shower cut off abruptly and Kelly came from behind the frosted door. Her skin was pink and dewy. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail that swished across her shoulder blades as she wrapped herself in a big white fluffy towel. She went to the vanity and swiped her palm across the glass until she could see her reflection. She bent provocatively closer and my eyes were drawn to the swell and press of her bottom through the material. She was doing it on purpose, of course. She made a pantomime of inspecting her reflection with a critical eye, and then stepped back a pace and lifted one foot to set it on the edge of the counter. The folds of the big towel fell open like a
theatre curtain and I could see the fresh smooth shaved mound of her sex. She was doing this on purpose too. She smiled at me.
“You like my pussy, Rick? We fuck, yes?”
I wavered. My common sense was saying ‘no’, but my cock was saying ‘yes’. I felt the clutch of my reaction and it made my shaft swell into hardness.
“Not today, Kelly,” I said. I looked down at myself. “I need to save my energy.”
