that were constantly going in and out of her, constantly probing, poking, stretching her flesh, rapidly adding to her already large collection of remembered sensations and satisfactions.
Then she came Klinger felt his hand get wet as it was bathed in her cunt, juice.
She arched her neck upward, grinding her teeth together, her hands tight fists, her whole body trembling.
'Cock! I want cock!' she shrieked.
'Then it's cock you'll get, young lady!'
Klinger rudely pulled his fingers out of her pussy and asshole. He stood up and had he not grabbed her under her arm, Kit would have rolled right off him. He pulled her to her feet and roughly guided her to the end of a long couch. The arm of the couch was leather and it roiled. It was quite big and someone could lie across it comfortably. He grabbed Kit by the scruff of her neck and pushed her forward. Her stomach rested against the arm.
Her tits swung forward and stayed there as linger dropped his pants, his cock springing to life. The head nudged Kit's pussy, not lingering there any longer than it had to.
He shoved up into her hole, instantly filling her pussy with a lot of rock-hard cock. He grabbed a hold of her hips and held her, pressing his crotch against her ass, trying to force his prick as far up into her cunt as he could. Kit gasped and dug her fingernails into the learner.
Then he reared back and once again slammed his prick up into her mint as hard as he could. He started out using a suicidal pace, hammering away at her twat with a vengeance. Kit's body was rocked forward by the blows. He put all his body weight behind his thrusts, catapulting Kit toward new heights of excitement.
Like most men, Klinger fucked better when he was pissed off. His prick was turned into an avenging sword. His balls slapped against her ass as he continued to whip her with his cock. Kit, completely dominated, began to writhe around, highly excited. She fought for her breath as she approached her climax.
She crashed through in a maze of feelings, all of them centering in her pussy, which felt ten times larger than it really was. It was the great receiver of cock and now it was the great giver of come.
Klinger's prick was bathed and coated by a layer of thick cream. Kit's whole body suffered mini-convulsions as juice flowed out of her pussy in a steady, unrelenting stream. Her mouth hung open, her jaw slack. Her arms were unable to support her and she lay across the arm of the couch, her forehead resting on the seat.
Klinger's enthusiasm was by no means diminished by the limp form that panted hard and fast as he fucked it. On the contrary, his eagerness to complete the job was greatly increased.
He pulled his cum-covered cock out of her pleasure-swollen pussy and quickly started to push it up her asshole. The sudden intrusion seemed to shock Kit out of her inactive state.
'Oh, Jesus,' she panted. 'Don't hurt me!'
Klinger wouldn't have anyway. No matter how pissed off he got, he had definite rules of conduct which he would never violate, and he wasn't the kind of man who got his kicks from hurting women.
He fucked her easily, using long, slow strokes that were designed to make Kit go the distance. Her tight little asshole yielded to his prick as he shoved in and out of her, right up to his hairy balls every time.
'Ahhhhhh,' Kit moaned, vocally accompanying his cock as it entered her stretched shitter.
Linger reached down and pulled Kit up to her feet. He wrapped an arm around her stomach and continued to flick her asshole. Her fingernails found his thighs and she scratched hint He ran his free hand all over her stomach, loving the way it felt before it traveled upward so he could cup one of her tits, kneading the ample flesh, marveling at its firmness despite its abundance.
Kit's nipple rose to the occasion, filling her tit with rich, rewarding pleasure. She leaned backward to him, placing her hand over his and forcing him to be rougher with her tit.
He shook it. The knocker jiggled violently. Then he repeated the motion with the other one. Kit moaned with lust. Klinger's face was close to hers and he kissed those portions of it he could reach, filling his lungs with her exciting fragrance.
Kit smiled, her anger and frustration at Claudia finally drowned in sexual fulfillment. Klinger's easy pace guaranteed a climax, and that was rigid where Kit was heading. She leaned forward en her hands and screwed her ass around in slow circles. He picked up his speed, his balls stirring in their sac. He put his hands on her hips and pulled, her backward as he entered her butt-hole, making his thrusts just that much more forceful.
'Ohhh, that's so fucking good!' Kit exclaimed.
She grunted, straining toward her climax, toward the sensations it would provide her with, a myriad of pleasures that would sweep her up to places where only the daring went.
Klinger felt himself about to shoot. He picked up his speed, viciously stabbing his prick into her asshole, breathing hard, getting ready to cut loose. Kit sensed his impending release and held on, flying to wait for him.
'Come with me, you beautiful bitch, come with me,' Klinger hissed into her eat
Kit scratched at her cut with a fingernail as the director's balls erupted and a thick stream of cum filled her asshole. She gasped and also came, dribbling over her hand as his balls spat into her asshole again. She felt the heat and wetness as she drove her middle finger up into her cunt.
Klinger stopped, moved back, and pulled his cock out of her bung. Kit's cunt gleamed with juice. She stopped finger-fucking herself and enjoyed the last spasms of her orgasm. She was exhausted, but it was the kind of tired that only strenuous sex can induce, a kind of cleansing of the soul. Once again, an all-powerful, purposeful prick had gained not only Kit's thanks but also, and more important, her respect and admiration.
Klinger stuffed his shrinking cock back into his pants as Kit sat an the arm of the couch. She gradually caught her breath.
'Wow,' she panted, 'do you usually reprimand your wayward starlets this way?'
'Every chance I get,' Linger said, slyly smiling. 'Now let's have some lunch. We're due back on the set in half an hour.'
The mat of the day's shooting went fairly well, with Kit carefully avoiding Claudia Adams as much as possible. Claudia noticed this and smiled at Kit triumphantly, knowing that the young starlet had been put in her place. Then, thankfully, Claudia finished shooting for the day and left the set. Kit found a chair and fell into it, breathing a sigh of it relief.
Lance Westwood, who had been enjoying watching the exchanges between the two women all day, took advantage of a break to reset lights and pulled up a director's chair and sat down next to Kit.
'I see Claudia's up to her usual, lovable tricks,' he smiled.
'Why, what do you mean?' Kit said, trying to sound innocent, and knowing full well that Lance and Claudia were rumored to be hot and heavy lovers at the moment.
'Claudia doesn't like competition.'
'That's rather obvious,' Kit said sarcastically. 'But why? I don't understand. She's on top. Streisand and Liza Minelli are the only other females even close to her in salary and box-office draw.'
'Sure, she's on top. But she wants to stay there.' He paused, looking down at his strong, tanned fingers, seeming to search for just the right words. 'You see, Kit… everyone is a potential threat to Claudia. Especially someone with real talent and knock out good looks… like you.' He turned and looked at her with those million- dollar, limpid blue eyes that regularly made millions
of women cream their pants just watching him on the screen.
'I… I suppose I should consider that a compliment…' Kit stammered, her own pants starting to cream from the closeness of this incredibly masculine hunk of man.
'Consider it an invitation for dinner tonight,' he said, maintaining his steady, soul-searing gaze.
'But, I… I thought you and Claudia were, as they say, an 'item',' Kit said, trying to bring a bit of levity to her voice before it betrayed her completely.
'We have, as they say, an 'understanding',' Lance countered. Did Kit hear a trace of bitterness in his, voice? He caught himself and brightened immediately. 'Look, it took a long, hard climb and a hell of a lot of 'B' westerns to get where I am. I'm enjoying my success… and that includes not being tied down to one woman!' When he smiled, those blue eyes sparkled like sapphires. 'Unless, that is,' he said, turning the sapphires towards Kit, 'the right woman were to come along…'
'I'd love to have dinner with you.'
Lance unlocked the door and stood aside as a somewhat apprehensive Kit Kingston walked past him into his
