When I awoke the next morning Rodney was gone. I got up and looked around the bedroom. I could almost see Cliff's gigantic cock and Bill standing there. I decided I'd have a swim before breakfast and slipped into my swimming suit. The morning air was still cool and I took advantage of it to get my swim. When the sun would become hotter, I'd want to stay in the air-conditioned house.
After drying off, I came in for breakfast.
"What would you like for breakfast?" the houseboy, Tom, asked me.
I looked at him, admiring the bulge in the swim trunks he was wearing.
"How about you?"
"If you want to," he gulped.
"Your bedroom or mine," I smiled.
"Rodney find us in your bedroom… mine."
I followed him to his bedroom and he quickly locked the door. He came over to me and undid my bikini bra. As my juicy boobs popped out in their new-found freedom, his eyes bulged.
"You like them?"
"Yes," he said, reaching out to caress them. "Let's get cracking," I told him, "never can tell when Rodney is coming back."
I slid out of my bikini bottoms, as he pulled down his trunks. The huge, stiff prick that greeted me got me turned on. I went over to him and dropped to my knees.
"Let me suck on it for you, baby," I panted excitedly. "I'll get it warmed up."
I pulled it to my lips, sticking my tongue out quickly and licking all around its meaty head.
"Ohhhh, I like that, I like that," he moaned. When I saw how turned on just the tip of my tongue made him. I thought it would be great fun to get him on the bed and really go to town.
"Why don't we lie down?" I asked.
"I'm with you," he grinned. We both went to the bed and he spread his legs invitingly for me. I reached for a pillow and slid it under his buttocks.
I got my face down there and licked all around his asshole. He dug that.
"Suck my asshole," he gasped excitedly. "I like that. I have woman do that for me once. It is wild."
Gripping his firm, round globes I spread his ass-cheeks and decided to give him a' wild tongue-lashing. I licked all around the asshole and then stiffened, plunged it up there and gave him a good tongue-fucking.
"Ohhhh… I like that… I like that," he groaned in sexual ecstasy. I pulled my tongue out and took each nut in my mouth and sucked on it, sliding a finger up his asshole. He pulled his ass back and forth on my finger, obviously enjoying it all immensely.
"Now, give it to me… I can't hold it for ever… suck my prick, cocksucker… suck."
I pulled his peter to my mouth and let him shove. The head pushed to the back of my throat and we were engaged in a wild ride.
"Ohhh, that's beautiful," he moaned, rolling his head back and forth. "Suck… suck my cock, suck it off… ohhhh, eat that prick… eat it up."
In and out the huge dong slid, as he writhed about in sexual ecstasy. The hammer-dong drove down my throat as he gave me all his meat. I felt his balls touching my chin as he rammed it all the way in. I dug watching him slide out. The slickened penis was near climax.
When his hands held 'me down over it, I knew he was almost here.
"Suck… suck that cock… eat it up… eat that prick." In and out, he jabbed his jackhammer.
Suddenly the huge tool shot its hot load of thick cum. "Ohhhh, I'm there… I'm coming, I'm coming." His hands held me down as he finished shooting.
I enjoyed him. Certainly his, sticky load made a delicious breakfast.
At the moment I pulled off his peter, I heard the car drive up in the driveway.
"It's him," Tom scowled. "Hell, just when I was going to eat your pussy… dammit, the luck"
"I'd better split the scene, baby doll," I told him. Reaching for his still thick prick, I squeezed.
"We'll do it again," he insisted excitedly.
"Of course we will," I agreed.
I hastily put on my skimpy swim suit and hurried down the back hall, across the lawn and took a quick dive into the pool. When I reached the other side, I turned and there was Rodney.
"Hi, gorgeous," he grinned.
"Hi, honey… where were you this morning?"
"Arranging things for your film debut," he smiled happily.
"Oh, Rodney,… you mean I am going to get a crack at the movies?"
"Yes," he nodded, "now, you get out of there and I'll meet you in the bedroom."
When I walked into the bedroom, I was still dripping with the water from swimming. Rodney had the drapes pulled, the lights dimmed and lay on the bed stark naked.
"Lock the door," he whispered, "and come over here."
I smiled my sexy best as I put the double-bolt on the door. Pleasing Rodney might be the most important rung in my ladder to stardom, I thought to myself.
When I walked back to him, I saw a whip in his hand.
"What's that for?"
"Your sweet ass," he smiled.
"You've got a good sense of humor," I told him.
"I'm not kidding, baby," he grinned. "I dig sadism."
"Sadism?"
"Making it hurt, honey… making it hurt."
"What do you want me to do?"
"Get on all fours, baby doll; on all fours before the mirrors over there." Rodney pointed to the wall of mirrors where a thick, white towel had been spread on the floor.
I went over there, still very much conscious of what all this crazy fucking could do for my career. As I got on all fours I noticed the tube of lubricant. Suddenly I felt the whip lash across my ass. No sooner did I recover from the sting of that whiplash, than he bore down again.
"Ohhhh, Rodney, take it easy." I begged. But he didn't. He bore down, his face grinning until my ass was red. Then he hastily got down and buried his face in my butt.
"I'll kiss it," he cried excitedly, "and lick all the pain away."
He peppered my butt with kisses and then spread me and slid my tongue around my asshole. Soon he was tongue-fucking, getting my ass channel all wet, obviously ready for the invasion of his pecker.
When he had it ready, he stabbed my butt with his thick dong. I felt him shoving, and the pain was almost unbearable.
"Watch us in the mirror honey," he begged; "see that whang slide up there so nice."
Watching couldn't ease my anxiety, for when I saw that huge, slippery penis pushing up my small ass opening, I groaned.
"You like it, don't you?" he chuckled.
"Rodney, go ahead and fuck it… "
He did. He pressed his body close to mine and soon he was thrusting with all his might.
"Fuck it… throw your ass back to meet me," he demanded. I pushed back. He rode me.
"Baby, this is wild… watch us go. I like ass-fucking." He slapped my buttocks roughly as he continued fucking me.
"Ride a good ass," he gasped playfully as}:le pushed his pulsating pecker in and out ever so quickly. Bending over, I felt his chest on my back, and his hands groping my breasts. His fingers found my erect nipples which he pinched playfully, as he continued thrusting wildly.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck that ass… ohhhh, baby, keep it moving… keep it moving." Over and over he thrust that dong up there. "Clamp your ass around it… ohhhh, that's it… snapping ass… just like snapping pussy," he chuckled. By gripping hard on his dong, and releasing I could tell he was going out of his gourd. Increasing his pace, he kept screwing.
"Fuck… fuck… fuck that ass," he gasped in wild delight. Over and over he kept it shoving up there until he exploded in one shattering sperm spasm.
"Ohhhh, I'm coming. Ahhhh, keep fucking. Throw your ass back… like that… ohhh, one more time. Now, that's it, ohhhhhh."
He was unloading his repeater peter, driving in to the hilt. As he pulled his dripping-with-cum prick out of me, I complimented him. "I'll bet you must be one of the horniest men in Hollywood."
"Well, I suppose I am," he acknowledged. "You name her, I've fucked her."
"Terry Lamour?" I giggled.
"I screwed Terry," he winked, "before she developed her supercunt status, if you know what I mean. As a matter of fact it was largely due to my efforts on Terry's behalf that she made it."
"No… "
"Yes," he grinned proudly, slapping my ass playfully. "I taught her all the fucking tricks she knows today."
"You must feel real proud of your achievements."
"That I do… but I'm humble about it. After all, if it wasn't for these balls, these loaded sons of guns where would I be?"
"You sexy sonofabitch," I laughed.
"You got spirit, as well as ass and pussy possibilities," Rodney laughed, "and I intend to make you… or should I say build you into a dynamite box office property."
"Like you did for Terry?"
"Precisely," he said, leaning over to lick on my breasts.
"Oh, Rodney," I sighed, laying it on thick. "I dig it when you nibble. on my nipples."
Instantly, his mouth went to my nipples and he began sucking away.
"Rodney," I asked, "when do we see about my movie possibilities?"
Momentarily stopping his sucking, he smiled, "this afternoon, fucker… how about that?"
"Beautiful," I said, stroking his head, and secretly patting myself on the back for having come so far so fast. When he finally got bored with sucking tits, I managed to get him off, get in the shower and try to refresh myself for the career I hoped to be starting a few hours later.
"Lunch is served," house boy Tom announced an hour later. He winked at me, and I winked back but neither of us said a word. Fortunately, Rodney's back was turned when he came in as I saw no reason to inflame his jealousy. After all, it wasn't as if Tom meant more than a passing screw.
When we had finished a weight-watcher's lunch, Rodney smiled, "Well, we'd better get going. The studio is in the San Fernando Valley and it takes time to get there from here."
"That's one thing that is so hard for me to get used to," I told him, "your distance in California… It's all so different."
"I know," he grinned, "but we love our sunny Southern California."
"Smog, earthquakes, fires and floods," I laughed.
"You make it sound like plagues," he grimaced.
"I don't mean to, but they blow it all up so in the papers back in the midwest."
"Jealous," he grinned, "Our oranges, our sunshine and of course the sexy women who come here to make it in the movies provide a bachelor's paradise."
"Instead," I grinned. We got in the car and he backed out quickly, apparently raring to go. As we headed down the treelined streets, the hot sun filtered through in patchworks of light. On the San Diego Freeway we headed for: the valley. He zipped through the lanes of traffic, and soon swept off at a valley turn-off. We drove down a main boulevard until he came to a nondescript sidestreet and then I saw a strange sight.
"What's that?" I demanded.
"Parrot Pictures," he smiled proudly… "This is an old supermarket."
"Ahh, but it's converted into a movie-studio," he said, pointing about the building to indicate everything had been sealed off.
"But I thought it was a major… "
"Well, you see, baby," he explained. "they all have to begin somewhere to get to major status. You don't think Fox became Fox overnight, do you?"
"No… "
I was becoming disenchanted awfully quick. I hoped Rodney wasn't a phony. After all, I'd had so much sex with him that I had a sort of investment.
I got out of the car, disgusted but keeping it all to myself. I didn't want to work in grade Z, schlock. When I got inside the studio, I was amazed at the hum of activity. Then I recognized Cliff and Bill.
"Hi there, Debbie," Cliff smiled extending his hand. "Good to see you… guess this is the first time you've been to Parrot Pictures."
"Yes, yes it is," I said, trying desperately to conceal my disappointment at their small-time operation.
"Why don't you come over here and watch a sequence we're shooting right now," Bill suggested.
"Quiet everybody, we're shooting… let 'em roll." The camera began grinding, the actors began acting. I saw two chicks on a red velvet bed come at each other.
"Wow!" I sighed, "what's this a porno picture operation?"
"Sshh," Rodney quieted me.
"Honey, ever since I saw you at the burlesque," the girl straddling the other girl began, "I've wanted to have you."
"Oh, Tanya, love me, love me," the blonde lying on her back moaned. Tanya took her at her word and did a tongue job routine starting on her titties, graduating to her pussy. Here they called, "Cut."
"I'm splitting out of here," I snapped.
"Hold tight, spitfire," Rodney said, gripping my arm firmly. "Let me talk to you."
"Words aren't needed," I told him bluntly, "I've never seen such garbage. A bunch of Lezzes. Why that dyke doing her thing on her… It's the most disgusting spectacle I've ever had the misfortune to witness and I want out… out, out!" I cleared out of the sound stage fast. Cliff and Bill watched in amazement as Rodney followed fast through the door.
I didn't even care to speak to Rodney about it ever again. I wanted to go pack my things and leave town. Hell, I might be a whore-but that was a private matter. Putting my pussy on display didn't exactly suit me.
I started running down the street. I turned to see Rodney running quickly behind me. I darted down an alley, anything to get away from the ugly sight I'd seen. I hated him now. I saw him in his true light-a demented whore monger, turning nice young girls like me into little tramps.
Tears streaked my eyes as I ran. Would I always be haunted by my terrible past? If I went home, Daddy would want me sexually. If I stayed here, Rodney would be on my trail. Where could I go from here?