With a soft moan, I circled the dildo around my clit, tossing my head back, before beginning the penetration.
Oh fuck it felt so good! The massive head parted my lips, intruding into my tiny depths, stretching me and making me whine with arousal. I slid it in a couple inches, looking down with amazement at the sight of my baby pussy violated by this massive dong, and squealed again slightly as I stirred the big dick in my cunt, letting it graze my g-string, stimulating my sweet folds.
But I wanted it deep, real deep. With a determined look, I grabbed the base of the dildo and pushed it into my snatch, the glistening pole disappearing inch by inch into my chubby pussy, the lips now stretched as thin as rubber bands. I squealed and moaned with the penetration, bucking my hips slightly, but making sure to keep my knees wide so that the camera could see everything.
Once the toy was in all the way, the ten incher buried deep, I let out a deep sigh of pleasure, my body twisting sinuously on the casting couch. With a flick of my wrist, I began fucking myself, the dildo sliding with wet, sucking sounds.
"Oh oh oh!" I moaned, tossing my head, twisting a nipple with one hand as my other fucked the dildo in and out. "Fuck me!" I shrieked for effect. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
And my performance was grade AAA. With a roar, Ralph came, a great spurt of sperm jetting from his penis, arcing over the desk before landing wetly on some papers. He didn't give a shit though. His eyes were glued to me as he jacked off, watching me fuck myself with the enormous toy.
Lauren too, was watching with her eyes wide and mouth open. Although she wasn't touching herself, her face was flushed and breathing elevated. Holy cow, I'd even aroused another woman!
Inordinately pleased, I kept running the rubber dick in and out, making sure to fuck myself all the way to the base, letting my pussy feel the benefit of that ten-inch length. After about twenty seconds, I felt my crest coming. A tidal surge began in the base of my spine, and with a blast, exploded in my pussy, ecstasy and pleasure rippling in waves through my body as my twat contracted and spasmed on the toy.
It was hard to control, I admit. The dildo had been deeply rooted in me, but my pussy spasms were so hard, so strong, that it almost forced the toy out, and I had to grip the base firmly to keep it in my snatch as my flesh pulsed with rhythm around the hard shaft.
Finally, the last of the spasms subsided, and I opened my eyes, blinking slowly, giving a soft, sated smile. With the dildo still buried in my twat, I asked the camera, "Did I get the job?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Stryke
Shit, our stepsister was so fucking dirty. It was unbelievable how this turn of events had come to pass, giving new meaning to the words "perversity" and "irony." Truth is truly stranger than fiction.
Ralph, our man on the ground in New York, had called, his voice rough and harsh.
"I got one for you," he said with little introduction. "You're going to want to see this one."
Now my brother and I are what you'd call adult entertainment producers. We're still students at USC, but we enrolled in a class called "A Brief History of Porn" and immediately knew that our future lay in the adult industry. It's not that we've given up on mainstream film. It's just that mainstream shit is so fucking expensive, requiring a million sign-offs, a million dollars, a million permits, whereas with porn you can experiment relatively cheaply.
So we'd dived into the trade with gusto, trying out new techniques, dialogue, all that shit, while making a shit ton of money. Flesh sells, I'm telling you.
Of course, one of the most important aspects of any film is casting and in porn, it's even more crucial to ultimate success or failure. We source girls from all over and are always looking for new talent. It's just the nature of the biz you know? Young, nubile girls are always sought after, and we're developing a naughty schoolgirl series preliminarily titled, "Dirty for Professor X."
So we've developed a network of scouts all around the country, mostly club managers who kept their eyes open for girls with the right looks and pizzazz. Ralph, for better or worse, is one of our best. It's partly because he's in NYC where there's a deep pool of talent, but also because he's experienced. He knows what we like and what we don't. In: big boobs, curvy bodies, slutty attitudes. Out: Drugs, dependencies, daddy issues.
So I'd been eager to see the footage. We'd seen a lot of audition tapes recently, but most girls don't have the innocent, wide-eyed look necessary to portray a nubile co-ed. Instead, most had that worn-out, used-up look, which in porn is sadly common.
I clicked the video icon and my screen blurred before sharpening, focusing on beautiful girl with luscious auburn hair and a curvy body to-die for.
I bolted straight up in my chair. Could it be? Holy shit!
The performer was still staring uncertainly at the camera as I shouted for my brother.
"Sax!" I yelled. "Get in here!"
My brother strode over from the other room, busy in his job looking at "modeling shots" from some of our hopefuls. Guys are gross because they send unsolicited penis photos, but girls in the industry can be even worse -- we've seen interior photos of vaginas, anuses, deep creaming, you name it. And when you've seen as much as we have, it's not even sexy anymore, it's just a job, clinical almost, totally detached.
"What?" Sax growled. "This better be good."
But when he saw the face on screen, his jaw dropped, and blindly, he reached for a chair, pulling up to the monitor.
"Holy fucking shit," I managed. "It's Melanie," I choked, pressing play again.
And fuck, our new sister was absolutely magnetic. At first she was stilted and shy, moving robotically, but it only lent authenticity to the whole thing. She was the original nubile co-ed, doe-eyed and innocent. But it got even better. Soon enough, she warmed up to the camera and was working her tits and ass like a pro, flashing bits here and there, teasing the camera, letting us dream, our dongs stiff and hard.
"Hey big boy," she cooed, while slurping on a nipple. "You like?"
Yes, my brother and I liked very much, judging from the bulges at our groins. Fuck, the little girl was sexy!
I heard a low moan from Saxon when Melanie began fucking herself with the dildo. Her snatch was so tight, so wet, that the dildo could hardly stay in, she had to shove forcefully with her wrist, that big piece of rubber coated and dripping with her fluids. Her scene ended with a magnificent orgasm, her little snatch twisting and turning on the monster, her head thrown back as she gave the sweetest of whimpers, breasts heaving as liquids dripped onto the couch.
And as soon as the tape ended, I turned to my brother.
"We have to get her here," I ground out.
"Fly her out immediately," he agreed.
CHAPTER SIX
Melanie
Things have moved really fast. After the audition, I'd confronted Lauren.
"You said we were stripping, not doing porn!" I'd accused in the dressing room of the club, ignoring the dancers who brushed past us.
Lauren was nonchalant, applying make-up under the bright bulb of the vanity mirror.
"Oh stop," she said breezily. "It was just an audition tape, no one's going to see it except Ralph and the producers," she said. "Plus I can tell Ralph really liked you," she confided with a wink.
Oh really? And what gave it away? The huge jet of semen that'd erupted when he came? The disgusting moaning sounds he'd made all throughout my audition?
"No seriously Mel," said Lauren, turning to face me. "Lots of girls audition at the Donkey Club because it's a gateway to the NYC club scene. There are actually talent scouts and agents in the crowd here, you never know who you're going to meet," she said.
"Talent scouts? Agents?" I practically screamed. "Did you get a look at that crowd? Rednecks without a dollar to their name!" I shrieked.
"Shh," hushed Lauren, looking around. "Careful what you say, some of those ‘so-called' rednecks are regulars, don't be a snob."
That shut me up. I didn't see myself as snooty, I was part of the ninety-nine percent, not the one percent, and that was why I was stripping. So I kept my trap shut, aware that the conversation had veered off course.
"Listen, am I going to be dancing tonight?" I demanded. Tuition was due next week, and maybe I could figure out some kind of payment program with the Trinity registrar. Seriously, anything would help.
"Nah, Ralph says that he needs to talk with the producers first," said Lauren casually, putting on the final touches to her make-up. "But I'm sure you'll hear back, and soon you'll be up on that pole, shaking that moneymaker," she grinned devilishly. "Plus, it's time for me to get my own moneymaker going," she said. "See you later, babe."