pour into her contracting snatch.
'Arrrgghhhhh!' he howled, burying his spurting cock into her cunt so that it would capture his spew. 'Arrgghhhhhhhh! Uggghhhhhhhhh! Oh, yeah! Oh, baby. Feels so good! Arrrgghhhhhhhh!'
Montana smiled as he squirt. She felt the warm collection of his fluid in her pussy. She caught his savage expression as he emptied himself between her legs and knew more than ever she wanted to make him a fixture in her life. Sharing him with the various actresses in her employ wouldn't be easy; she wouldn't be able to stop thinking about the enjoyment they received from him.
She would make him a star. Yes, Rusty Peters would be the next male to relish vast popularity. He and Crystal Stewart would make Wildwood Productions the most fashionable studio in the industry.
CHAPTER FOUR
Crystal Stewart watched Amber Lake on her television screen with distinct loathing. If Pete hadn't insisted upon inspecting the porn star's recent video release, she would have rejected his request. Pete's unshakable interest in Amber disturbed her. Alert to his preoccupation with representing her, Crystal knew her options were limited to either tolerating it or disassociating herself from him completely. Since the latter wasn't feasible-at least, from the standpoint of her heart-this mandatory viewing was reluctantly granted.
'Look at her go,' Pete indicated, molding his man's body to hers. His large hand rested firmly on her hip while he thumbed her shapely ass cheek.
They had just finished making love when Pete proposed they take a gander at Amber's new video. Crystal, shivering from the sensations that bubbled through her, merely nodded when she realized that he intend on playing it, regardless of her decision. Their splendid aftermath was interrupted by Amber's soft mewls and snapping hips.
Crystal wondered if Pete would desert her if Amber ordered it. She expected the celebrated vixen would set those kinds of conditions, given her dark reputation. Currently, Amber was at the top of her game; she could call the shots as long as she earned the studio money. If supply were to outweigh demand, Amber would find herself scrambling for whatever morsels were thrown her.
Someday, perhaps soon, Crystal would succeed her. She would take Amber's place at the throne, and would never relinquish it-at least, not until her appearance could not sustain its novel, exciting quality. She had seen many porn stars climb to their pinnacle, then suffer a fast descent. Crystal theorized they were no longer the rage because of poor representation. In that, she felt Pete essentially possessed the talent of rejuvenation. He could keep her popularity alive with his genius. She placed total belief in his abilities.
Enduring Amber's arsenal of tricks onscreen was the least she could do to humor him. She could feign interest-she was an actress, by trade.
Pete, enthralled, studied Amber's gasping expression. He couldn't remove his eyes from her sensual mouth, nor her glittering eyes. Amber had spurned his every phone message. She evaded him not only at the studio, but adamantly refused to take his calls. He could not establish contact, no matter how desperately he tried.
The bitch angered him. He wanted to bring her to her knees, and admit her mistake of ignoring him. In exchange for doing so, he would propel her to the top. He would triple his commissions and command respect from the industry.
Peering into those flashing pupils of hers, he fantasized about the moment she submitted to him. Her surrender would inevitably take place. Her neglect of him stemmed from the unknown. She had nothing to compare him to-nothing that would provide accurate measurement. In addition to being her agent, he would be her choice of lover. He would fuck her senselessly, until there was no line between fantasy and the real world. Once he seized the proper moment of her vulnerability, he would make her his slave.
In the meantime, Crystal served his needs nicely. He stroked her velvet-soft flesh and marveled at her sumptuous ass. Her curvaceous body excited him. He knew, even at the point of their introduction, that Crystal would be a star. She had the necessary charisma, the sort of beauty that left a lasting impression and haunted people in their most erotic dreams.
He dipped his hand at her golden mound. Those soft, exquisite curls circled his probing digits. Crystal emitted a sigh as he roamed her pussy. He located her clit without looking. Spending hours in her bed furnished him an unforgettable map of her body. He knew of her every erogenous zone, her infinite hot buttons that, when pressed, unleashed a flood a veritable tigress.
Crystal moaned. Ecstasy consumed her. Pete's touch seared her nervous system. She was addicted to his beguiling caress, her pores drinking each swirl as though they could never obtain their fill.
In response to his physical inquisition, she stroked his hairy forearm, streaming through its roughness in search of his skin. Her trail ended at his hand, where she passed over his knuckles, then took possession of that bearlike paw. She showed him where she wished to be stimulated, automatically spreading her thighs. Traces of his spent cum were found on her cunt lips, along with a hardy flow of her aroused juices. She guided his fingertips along her drenched crevice, moistening them as they went.
'Ohhhhhhhhhh,' she sighed, luxuriating in manual stimulation. The same conclusion wasn't derived when she jiggled herself. Pete exhibited a coarse, lumbering style that invariably exhilarated her. If she longed for delicacy, she would have chosen a woman to consummate that want. Since Crystal's orientation was basically straight, sex with Pete was extremely satisfying.
The strength in his grope redoubled. Pete knew precisely what sequence expedited orgasm and seemed headed in that direction. Crystal squirmed heatedly, massaging him with her buns; in doing so, she felt his cock elongate. That huge, virile specimen growing along the crack of her ass had pulled out of her pussy not less than twenty minutes earlier and was already hungry for more. His urgent thrusts had driven her insane with gratification.
Crystal wondered if her lush nudity was the reason behind his rapid recovery, or Amber's panting expression. Pete never admitted to his fixation for the porn star, but Crystal strongly suspected it. She wasn't inclined to spoil an otherwise delicious evening with him, so she shelved those disturbing thoughts without further speculation.
With vigorous determination, she wriggled against Pete. His hard-on throbbed against her butt, his pubes affording her a tickle. She assisted with his graze of her pussy, letting his fingers gravitate to the slick flaps before delving into her flowery pink succulence. A deep, throaty sob emerged from her throat as she jerked against his roaming digits.
Pete smirked. Crystal's snatch pulsated in his hand. Having fucked that soft, squishy orifice shortly before, he recalled its fulfilling clench. Crystal had willed herself so delightfully tight, he thought he was going to lose it after several cunt-spreading strokes. Pete managed to defer that impelling force until the last possible moment, and well after Crystal had spasmed.
Her sweet ass was on close watch; the way it swelled, and shook, and felt drew his immediate attention. He gave her butt a passionate squeeze, enjoying her squeal. Crystal was observant of what he liked to hear. She made fascinating sounds that guaranteed his utter arousal.
He longed for moans of a more guttural variety; to secure that, the sex had to be wild.
He removed his hand from her pussy and slipped it between her thighs. The warm, sleek flesh was a treat to probe. As he lifted her leg, her head pitched toward his shoulder. He saw her anticipation mount. Pete wasn't sure if Crystal was attuned to his frequency, but probably felt that whatever he proposed, it would give them immense satisfaction.
With Crystal's lovely legs parted, Pete had access to her juicy center. He dipped his cockhead to her moist entrance, gasping at the puckering kiss her cunt lips dispensed. If he exerted even the slightest pressure, her snatch would have anxiously absorbed him. He relished the idea of being engulfed in that hot squish once again, yet thirsted for a different experience.
Crystal awaited insertion. Pete's round of stimulation spawned an appetite for that hard, cunt-filling cock. She trembled in his arms, oozing with desire. She wanted that throbbing mass embedded, shifting through layers of tender pulp.
Pete's strategy unfolded in breathless profusion. He cupped her tit, thumbing the nipple to burgeoning size. That elevated nub was flicked and toyed with until her senses were frayed. After training his thumb on it for several
