Chapter 12

“Damn,” my wife said, panting as she came down from her latest orgasm. “We need to get Jim to dig out more of my old scenes if they inspire you this much. I think someone liked watching his wife get triple-penetrated.”

“I’m inspired?” I chuckled. “You’re the one doing all the work and having all the orgasms.”

Emma grinned, then bent to mash her lips against mine and squash her tits against my chest as she once again started to grind her clit against my pubic bone. She was covered in sweat and her hair was matted against her head from the effort of riding my cock like a hyperactive cowgirl for the last half an hour. That last orgasm had been her third of the morning. The previous night we’d watched the video Jim had found in his archive which featured Kitty Rodgers’ only triple penetration scene and ended with all three of her co-stars blasting their cum over her face. Not that we got to see the ending. Well, not properly. Emma had been lazily sucking my cock throughout the scene, but just about the time she took three dicks into her body on the screen, I was hammering my dick into her body on the sofa off-screen.

And after filling up her pussy with spunk, we headed for our bedroom and did it all over again. This morning I’d woken to my now customary wake-up blowjob, then I’d eaten her to her first orgasm of the morning before she pushed me onto my back and rode me like they’d announced the end of the world.

She stopped kissing me but kept grinding herself on me as she said, “What can I say? Seeing that scene again, watching those three studs stuff their big, fat dicks inside me at the same time...” She shuddered. Her whole body. Even her pussy. Which felt really good on my dick. “It just reminded me why I got into the business in the first place.”

Quickly, in one smooth movement, I wrapped my arms around her and flipped us over, so that she was on her back and I was lying on top of her, between her legs, my cock still buried to the hilt in her pussy.

“And why was that?” I said, in a deep tone as I pushed my torso up, supporting my weight on my arms with hands planted on either side of her shoulders. “Is it...” I gave her one fast, hard thrust—out and in. She gasped at the thrust then closed her eyes and tilted her head back as I ground my pubic bone against her clit for good measure. “Is it because you loved to fuck.”

She nodded and whispered, “Yes.”

I thrust into her again—out and in—making her gasp again. “And do you still love to fuck?”

“Yes! Fuck me. Fuck me now. Fuck me hard and fuck me fast. Fuck me like the porn star that you are.”

I started to thrust again, although slowly for now, and bent to kiss her sweetly. “Your wish,” I said, “Dear Kitty, is my command.”

Then I fucked her like the porn star she was.

It was Wednesday, only ten days after making my debut as an adult performer, and I’d already shot six scenes. One of those scenes had had its final cut and was ready for release, but wouldn’t be released just yet. Three others were in their first cut and Emma, Mel and Daisy wanted to review them with me this morning at the studio to make notes, then final cuts would be worked on that afternoon and the next day.

The plan was to release my scene with Mel first—this coming Friday in fact, which also happened to be Good Friday—with my scenes with Dom and Amber being released on the next two Fridays. My scene with Emma would be released the Friday after that, on the second of May.

My filming schedule was now clear until after the Easter holiday. Or so I thought.

My phone—and I mean my phone, not Dick’s—burst into life in the screening room at JLP studios just before we started to review my scene with Mel. The number displayed on the screen wasn’t in my address book.

“Hello?”

“Dick? Is that you?”

“Kat? How did you get this—”

“Darling, I can be very persuasive, surely you could tell that during our conversation yesterday.”

“Jim?”

“But of course. Don’t be angry with him. I know how these things work. This is your private number and you only give it to friends. I want us to be friends, Dick. And I won’t be sharing this number with anybody. I promise. Now, to business.”

I rolled my eyes.

“How can I help, Kat?”

“I want you to fuck Lucja.”

“Excuse me?”

“I want you to fuck Lucja. Well, actually, she wants you to fuck her. As does Erika.”

“Ooo-kay. Any particular reason for this?”

“Well, obviously, you made an impression on them both last night. Apparently, Melanie showed the girls some footage from the scenes you’ve shot recently. Erika was very impressed and immediately demanded to work with you.”

“And Lucja?”

“Lucja needs something better than those two Polish scenes for her portfolio if she’s going to get any work. Once I explained this to her, she said she’d like to do something with you. Well, actually, I suggested you and she agreed.”

I sighed. “Okay. But I don’t make my own—actually, who does make my bookings?” The last part of this sentence was directed at Emma, who was sitting next to me on the screening room sofa.

“For now, Jim,” she replied. “But that might prove to be something of a conflict of interest going forward so we’ve been looking to appoint a Personal Assistant for you—for all of us actually. Amber has expressed an interest but, bless her, she’s not terribly organised.”

“We?” I asked.

“Me and Mel, obviously. Actually, this new friend of Mel’s, Ashley, is an ideal candidate. It’s a part-time position and so she can continue with her studies and it would pay more than she’s earning as a waitress.”

“Is that Kitty you’re talking to?” Kat asked over the phone.

“Yes,” I replied.

“Can I speak to her?”

I handed the phone over to my wife. They spoke for a few minutes with Emma telling Kat that she’d seen some of her work and establishing that she now ran the modelling agency, before hanging up and handing the phone back.

“We’re meeting Kat for lunch at one. I hope you’re up for shooting both tomorrow morning and tomorrow afternoon.” Then she turned to Mel. “You know you’ve been itching to try your hand at directing ... Got any plans for tomorrow?”

“Kitty, Darling!” Kat said as she rose from her seat at a table for four in a dark corner of the pub. “It’s wonderful to finally meet you.”

“Lovely to meet you too,” Emma replied. The two women hugged briefly then Emma added. “I saw some of your early work shortly after I originally retired. You’re very good.”

“Pah! Good! I was nothing compared to you. You cast a long shadow, even after you retired, and it took those of us still working a long time to find our way out of it. And now, you’re out of retirement. Should I be warning my girls about the competition?”

“I shouldn’t think so. They’re all young and very, very sexy. I’m old and can’t compare. They have no need to worry.”

“I beg to disagree. From where I’m standing, I think they have every need to be worried.” She leant forward and whispered conspiratorially, “I’ve seen the trailer for your comeback video. It’s stunning.”

“Well, let’s see how it does when it’s released, shall we.”

“I’m sure it will be a hit.” Kat turned to me and extended a hand, which I took. Then she pulled me in close to kiss my cheek. “And Dick, your good lady wife isn’t the only one that was stunning in that trailer. You looked so good it almost made me consider coming out of retirement.”

“Retirement?” Emma said, “I thought you still ... er ... dabbled every now and then.”

“Oh, I did. Up until this year. I shot about half a dozen scenes a year for the past five years—frankly, sometimes to get on set is the only way a girl can get fucked properly—but I haven’t shot anything since last September. Having seen that trailer, however...” She smiled at me and licked her lips. I felt somewhat like a rabbit before a fox.

We sat at the table and Emma and I quickly looked over the menus and made our selections. I ordered them, along with Kat’s meal, at the bar. The barman told me it would be about half an hour before the food was ready. When I got back to the table, Emma and Kat seemed to be getting on famously.

“You were the reason I originally got into the business,” Kat said.

“How so?”

“I was young, broke and needed some way to make a living. A friend of mine suggested we respond to one of those Models Wanted adverts but when she found out what they wanted from us, she ran a mile. I, on the other hand, had seen some of your work with an ex-boyfriend of mine and you always looked like you were having such a good time that I figured it had to be worth a shot. Of course, it turns out it’s a lot harder to look like you’re having a good time on set, but it also turns out I was good at it so...” She shrugged.

“I’m pretty sure that catwalk body and face of yours played a part in your popularity,” Emma said. “Sure, big tits go down well in this business, but so do legs like yours. And, of course, your flexibility.” She turned to me. “You should see some of the positions Kat’s co-stars were able to bend her into. Incredible. I’m sure you’d have a ton of fun with her.”

“Less so these days, I’m afraid. I’m still reasonably flexible, but nothing like I used to be. My pretzel position days are over. I can still do The Crab though.” She winked at me.

I looked at Emma and she said, “You know, feet flat on the floor then bend over backwards and put her palms on the floor as well.”

“It’s an interesting position for both blowjobs and for fucking,” Kat said with another wink before sipping the drink I’d brought back with me from the bar—a tall glass of Russian vodka and soda, obviously.

I shook the vision of a naked Kat bent over backwards and sucking my cock from my head said, “Interesting place you picked for lunch. Do you usually come this far out of town?” We were in Micester, a small market town about half an hour’s drive from Westmouth.