equipment he boasted. The flaccid shaft showed promise. After the jeans fell from his hair-rough, muscled thighs and his tank top was yanked off his heavily matted chest, she examined him more closely. Rusty was a handsome beast who, with a little refinement, would add value to some of her video cassette sleeves.
'Very nice,' she complimented, slowly crossing her shapely legs. She indicated his briefs. 'Now let's see the rest of you.'
'With pleasure, ma'am,' Rusty said, excitement filling his voice. He shoved his thumbs beneath the elastic rim, then pulled it over his narrow hips. His cock wasn't even semi-erect, but caused Montana to lick her lips. He was familiar with her absorbed look-women very likely gazed at him in that raw fashion.
Montana nurtured a strong jump of lust upon viewing him. Desire throbbed within her pussy. There was something wonderfully depraved about studying a naked man while fully dressed.
'Do I pass muster?' he asked, grinning.
'Initially,' she mused. 'I put all applicants through a series of tests. Looking good is merely the initial phase. Achievement is rated separately.'
Her comment puzzled him. 'I don't understand.'
'Step over here,' she said softly. 'I need to test your responses.'
Rusty obeyed. He stopped in front of where she sat. Montana made no motion to rise. Her eyes were fixed to his mystified expression. After letting several unspoken minutes pass, she trailed her fingertips over his flat stomach. Rusty lurched back and shivered as she skimmed through the abundance of hair that covered his flesh.
'Don't be afraid to react to what I'm doing,' she remarked in a whisper. 'I'm measuring every wince, every gasp.'
He nodded, then shut his eyes. She could see he was attempting to mentally discard all diversion so that his responses were pure.
Montana streamed through the vast forest of his chest until she located his nipple. Rusty didn't appear seasoned at having it manipulated. He flinched. Montana wasn't at all thrown. She fully concentrated on stripping his nervous system to the bare wire.
'Do you like when a woman touches you?' she inquired.
'Yes.'
'Do you generally take control of the situation, or is it interchangeable?'
'I like calling the shots.'
'If you're going to work in my videos, you'll have to revise your thinking.'
He nodded, recording that pearl of wisdom.
She fluttered through the muscular definition of his upper torso until she found his other nipple. He jerked upon her discovery. Slowly, she rubbed it. After several moments of her heated acquaintance, she observed a twitch of life in his cock.
'Do you like that?' she asked.
His Adam's apple rippled. 'Yes. It feels nice.'
'Did you know men are highly responsive to that area?'
With his eyes still shut, he shook his head.
Montana sighed. 'You have so much to learn.'
Rusty's eyes shot open. 'Will you teach me?'
She perceived his distraught look as a threat of rejection. 'Possibly. My schedule doesn't always permit me that luxury, however.'
'I'm a fast learner,' he vouched. 'I'm open to suggestion.'
His flight of tension ended the animation in his dick. He hung limply before her, more shrunken than ever.
'There's no need to panic,' she said, her tone soothing. 'I'm not kicking you out.'
He regained his composure with a cleansing breath. Her silent, swirling endorsement restored his confidence. The fact he could manage his emotions was in his favor.
Montana released his nipple and traveled south. Her curiosity with his cock could not be disregarded. She loved seeing men at the height of virility. Nothing pleased her more than a healthy-looking erection.
Her clasp of his soft member did not inhibit. Montana was accomplished at handling men of varying temperaments. She exhibited a feathery caress that could only stir, then inflame the senses.
She nudged the head with her thumb as the rest of her fingers roused him. His cock remained soft. She suspected fear lingered at the seat of his passion. Reserving comment, she proceeded with her stimulating massage. Her silky murmurs served as encouragement.
Gradually, Rusty lowered his guard. His aspiration to be a porn star had been foremost in his mind. Returning to the garage where he worked long, dutiful hours painted a bleak future. He had no desire to consign himself to manual labor for the rest of his life. The promise of big bucks and pussy drew him to Hollywood; losing sight of that dream depressed him.
Rusty focused on the bewitching grope of his last girlfriend. Her mere gaze sent fire through his veins. Pawing her malleable body gave him an instant hard-on. Keeping that monster down was more a trick than bringing it to a stand. Rusty operated his machinery to great effect. Sticking his cock into moist, receptive pussy was definitely his game. He loved all that flushed, female eagerness fighting against him, prepared to handle every pounding inch he dealt.
Montana Wildwood's vivid grope reinstated his focus. Following her lead was a simple exercise. In Rusty's experience, he initiated sex. Women were under his supervision, their session totally orchestrated by him. He had to alter that practice if he planned on accepting the challenge of her tickling fingers.
Rusty envisioned himself on the television screen, ogled by lust-hungry women who would have sold their souls for a night in his bed. He pictured their fingers delving between their legs, masturbating to his flickering image.
Montana's lips curved as she felt Rusty grow. He lengthened and fattened in her clasp as she administered a mildly invigorating stroke. His swell to manhood caused her to whistle softly. Whew! Rusty's claim of being enormous wasn't exaggerated. She forecasted Amber Lake's eye-popping expression of fucking something so phenomenal. He sprouted to an amazing twelve inches, with a two-and-a-half inch diameter. The guy must have left his former conquests weak after an intense session, she presumed. Getting pumped by that power tool had to result in at least one crippling orgasm.
Rusty endured her examination stationary, close-tongued and solemn. Montana's transport might have been perceptible, but he wasn't about to make the same mistake twice by leaping to conclusions. Montana Wildwood probably inspected every porn star she employed to assure herself they were properly equipped.
He inwardly admitted, however, that her fingers carried powerful amperage. Her gentle, stimulating approach rocked his very foundation and had him nearly jumping out of his skin. Whew! He thought her wildly attractive and he wished he'd seen more of her movies. He would have enjoyed seeing her naked, baring her hot pussy and handling a team of studs.
She enclosed the base of his cock, then soared to the top. When her thumb touched the jutting rim of his bulb, she applied pressure. The slit opened and a small bead of cum emerged. Without preliminary, she lowered her tongue and lapped it clean.
Rusty, unprepared for that maneuver, gasped, then shuddered. Montana's slurp was deftly executed and gratifying. A line of bubbles were left after slashing that bloated crown. His heart raced at the prospect of being subjected to intimate analysis of a greater extent. He fully expected Montana to sample the merchandise before buying, but hadn't predicted his furious response.
Montana glanced up at him, checking his fever-rich appearance. Rusty's lips were parted to facilitate his hoarse breathing. She had taken him by surprise-of that, she was certain.
Sitting on the chair while he swayed before her supplied her an edge. He was forced to call upon his inner reserves to prevail.
He throbbed strongly in her grip. She massaged him thoroughly, letting his powers build. Obtaining that tiny specimen didn't begin to satisfy the intrigue he instilled. She wanted to learn even more about Rusty Peters, planning to tweak his sexual potential.
While his dick jerked through her fist, she scooped up his balls with her spare hand. He trembled in her
