PORN STARS... More Than Just Moans (17 page)

“Wow, for real? You just met me, and you’re willing to do all of that? You’re the first decent person I met since I’ve been here.”

“Like I said, I like you.”

“Well, you’re cool too, but I’m not letting you fuck me tonight so get that out of your head. I’ll have to deal with that when the time comes, but I’ve been horny all day so if you want some more come and get it.”

“Well, just so were clear I’m not paying you for it,” I said in a flirtatious tone.

“I’ll give you a freebie this time, I need some practice so I can get used to this gay shit.”

“Okay, whatever makes you feel better,” I mumbled as I got up to get undressed. “Are you gonna take off your clothes, or do you want me to make me take them off again?”

He didn’t respond. He just took his clothes off, threw them on the floor, and positioned himself on his back in the middle of the bed. I noticed he had his eyes closed so I crawled up until I reached him lips. I took a chance and started kissing him, but he didn’t kiss back and quickly pushed me away. I grabbed his arms and held them down.

“Relax! There’s no cameras around so no one will see, just close your eyes and pretend it’s your make believe girlfriend.” I said and then laughed. “We’re practicing remember?”

He didn’t say anything, but he closed his eyes. I started kissing him again, and at first he didn’t move his lips or kiss me back.

“It’s okay. It’s just me. Kiss me for real,” I said as I reached back and stroked his dick.

He eventually gave in, and was one of the best if not the best kisser that I have ever met. I was so turned on that I started pre-cumming. After I had enough, I licked down until I got to his dick, put it in my mouth, and went to work. You would’ve thought I was Superhead. I sucked him for at least an hour, making him hold back. Each time he came close, I would stop, tell him to hold it, wait a minute, and then continue. After he said he couldn’t take any longer, and his dick was nice and wet I rode him throughout the night until he came twice before we were both exhausted and fell asleep.

Chapter 7
 

“Let’s give them something that they never will forget.”

I sat in Kayla’s make-up chair still unsure of who the mystery guest was. I tried to think of the porn that I watched when I called myself doing “research”, but the name Lust didn’t ring a bell. I can remember thinking that although I didn’t know who I was about to fuck, I wanted to fuck him. The only thing that terrified me was thinking that this man could turn out to be a monster, an ugly ass dude that I would have to close my eyes with, and imagine Breeze just to get through it. Or worse than that, a bad fuck, someone that can’t make me cum. As ready as I thought that I would be for this, my heart still raced and my mouth was as dry as an 80-year old’s cunt. My body still tingled and yearned to be touched but my brain was screaming, “You can’t do this!”

“Don’t be so nervous Jazzy, from what I hear, you’re a prized fucker,” Kayla said this and laughed as if she had just said the funniest joke. I knew that she meant it as a compliment but my nerves wouldn’t let me laugh. I just wanted to fuck and cum, then go home. I had a funny feeling that the hour long shower that I planned on taking would never wash off the dirty feeling that I was sure to have.

“Come on Jazzy, we’re all ready for you,” Breeze said as he came into the hair and make-up room.

“Trust me Jazzy, you will not be disappointed. I have worked with him before and he’s one to give you a ride of a lifetime.”

The thought of that ride made me smile. I looked in the mirror and for the first time that night, I stopped fighting myself. I didn’t feel like I was pretending to be Jezebel, I felt like I was the person I was seeing. I was the porn star that Breeze said that I was destined to be. I know that a lot of people may not find pride in that, but in a strange way, it filled me with a confidence that I had never felt before. This is what I had chosen to do and I needed to start to act like it.

“Lead the way baby,” Breeze smiled so wide that I thought his face would get stuck that way. He was just happy that I was starting to see things his way.

As we walked to the set, Breeze broke down the scene and direction he wanted me to take. It sounded simple enough, but I didn’t look forward to stopping for pictures and having someone scream out instructions on how and where to fuck. A lot of people think that a porn scene flows as smooth as it looks. What most don’t know is that things can go downhill when you have a hard dick that’s limping, a wet pussy that’s drying up and a mood damper that’s called the director.

“Jazzy, this is Lust; Lust, Jezebel.”

I damn near had a heart attack when our eyes met. I was stuck, unable to move. I felt as if my dreams and my nightmares were all coming true at once.

“I, I umm, well---.”

“Nice to meet you, Jezebel, I hear that this is your first scene,” he said as if we weren’t just getting down in that bathroom at The Devil’s Den.

“Yes, it is, and I guess it’s nice to meet you too.”

The smirk on his face said it all. It made me start to wonder how long he had known that it would be me that he was sexing that night.

“So do you think that we will have a good working vibe? Breeze always wants his actors to at least be attracted to each other. That way it will come off real to the viewers.”

I could no longer contain my laugh. I got what Lust was trying to do but to me it was just uncomfortable.

“I hope that the vibe between us is as if we met in a club and were about to fuck in the bathroom.”

His eyes widened and now the uncomfortable laugher belonged to him.

“Yeah, I hope so too.”

As Breeze left to make copies of his paper work, I took the opportunity to get some answers.

“So, how long did you know that we would be filming tonight?”

He got closer to me so that the two cameramen, the photographer, and the rest of the people who were there to do their jobs couldn’t hear, “I knew that I had to work tonight but I didn’t know that it was with you.”

“You’re full of shit. I saw it in your eyes the first minute I walked in here,” I said as I started to walk away. He gently grabbed my arm and pulled me close again.

“I only found out when Breeze came to the bathroom door and said your name. When I walked into that bathroom the only thing I knew was that I was following a hot piece of ass. Why do you think that I was so shocked when I learned that you name was Jezebel?”

I looked as deeply into his eyes as possible and saw the truth. His reaction was rather odd when my name was revealed.

“Look, Jasmine, I know that I could have told you then but to tell you the truth, I couldn’t pass up seeing your face once you laid your eyes on me.”

Lust wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my neck, sending ripples of sensations down my spine.

“I’m happy to see that you two are getting along.”

There was a small hint of jealousy in the way Breeze spoke, but he quickly covered it with professionalism.

“Okay, people, let’s get this show on the road.”

I walked on set and wondered why Lust didn’t follow.

“Hey, Breeze, I know how you like to do things, but I was wondering if we could take a different approach with this one.”

“How so?” Breeze asked as he racked his brain.

“I was thinking that maybe you could just let it flow. No stopping for pictures and no shout outs of directions. I read the memo and saw that there was no script or fetishes so I was just thinking of letting it go natural.”

Breeze seemed to still be thinking about Lust’s request. He hated the thought of losing the control he always had when a scene was being taped in his presence, but he also knew that Lust was a pro. This could either turn out better than anything he could have planned, or it could just be a big mess.

“We can try it out and see how things go, but if it’s too off, well we will all have to stay and reshoot it tonight, and that’s with no extra pay.”

Lust looked my way and waited for the approval nod. I was so thankful that he had asked that I was already shaking my head yes before he even looked my way.

“One more thing, do you mind if we use the bathroom set for the first half of the shooting, I thought that it would be hot if we started off there?”

“Let’s get things poppin’,” Breeze said, with a big, shit-eating grin on his face. Nothing got his engines going more than someone who really knew how to make things hotter for the fans. It only took fifteen minutes to get the new location set up. Now there was nothing to do but perform and perform well.

The smoke machine was turned on, the lights were dimmed, and a slow flashing red light gave me the same feeling that I got when I walked into the bathroom at The Devil’s Den, creepy, sexy, and ready for something new.

“Let’s give them something that they never will forget.”

Lust’s hands were around my waist before Breeze even said action. We needed no permission to engage in the fantasies that dwelled in our minds from our first encounter. His lips were just as delicious as I remembered, but his touch was different. It was needy, more intense than the first time around. Before I knew it, he had me propped up on the sink and his head between my legs. By the time he was standing up to enter me, I was ready to burst. I looked down at the biggest dick that I was ever about to fuck in my life and couldn’t wait. I looked at Lust and loved everything about him, especially the veins that seemed to be popping out of every inch of his body. When he leaned into me and I felt the tip of his dick slide from my clit down to my hole, oh, lord, did I think that I was in heaven. I was dripping wet and ready for all 12 inches of his meat. I grabbed his ass and pulled it toward me roughly. He seemed surprised as I made him hurry his speed. I didn’t want the slow although very good fuck that Breeze had to offer. I wanted what I had heard all of my high school, black girlfriends called a “slave fuck”. I wanted the fuck that Kunta Kinte would have given the master’s wife and he performed like a runaway slave. By the time I had a second to catch my breath, Lust was removing my legs from around his neck.

“Come here, bitch, I want you to bounce on this dick.”

His voice had become demanding and filled with rage. He was so deep in character that I didn’t recognize him.

“Yeah, that’s right you nasty little hoe, take that dick like it was dipped in gold.”

Lust had picked me up without ever slipping out of me. I wrapped my legs around his waist to secure my position. Thinking that I felt all of him before was a mistake. There was nothing, I mean nothing, between us. It was hurtful in a good way. He reached places in me that I didn’t even know was there.

“Oh, fuck, wait, let me put my legs down; please, I can’t.”

My pleas fell on deaf ears. He continued like this for another three or four minutes and then laid me down on the makeshift bathroom floor. There, he started off slow, tender, and loving. When I looked up at him, I didn’t see Lust, the porn star, I saw a man, a real one that had a love life beyond this artificial bullshit. I saw a man that I wanted to get to know outside of this warehouse.

By the time we were done with our scene, everyone was speechless. Lust helped me up and we waited for the final word from Breeze.