Devils: Cutthroat 99 MC

by Evelyn Glass

  His fingers circled my skin, running up the length of my spine and around my shoulders and creating figure eight patterns. I waited, knowing what was to come. But as his hands finally moved to the side of my torso, I still forced myself not to gasp in pleasure as he cupped my breasts, massaging at the nipple and gently pulling at them with a small pinch. I could feel him apply pressure up against my chest, silently telling me to turn over. I followed his cue, exposing myself for the first time to the crew.

  My hands wanted to dart him away. I was too exposed; this was too wrong. But he kept applying the lotion to my skin as he repeated the motion on my slender calves, thighs, arms, stomach, and then making his way up to my full breasts. He massaged my tits together and apart and then focused on the tips of my pink nipples. They gave me away, already standing tall like two tips of a mountain ready to be conquered. I watched as his head fell towards one of them, his mouth encircling it. I could feel his lips parting so the lens could catch him nipping at me. I jumped in my seat, pushing my chest closer towards his head. His mouth alternated between laps of a soft wet tongue and the tantalizing bite with his two front teeth.

  I wanted to die from the feeling building inside of me. It was unlike anything I could have ever felt before. But he released me before I could go any further. I wanted to pull him back in, to wrap my legs and arms around him and keep him to myself, but, instead, I followed the script still vaguely engrained in my memory. I looked up at him, my eyes wide with anticipation. I meant every single word as I commanded, “Teach me how to fuck, Wilder. I want you to show me how to do it.” I wanted to pretend this was good acting. But it was becoming a real and earnest request with each tender twist of my nipple and each rub of his knee into my still soaking panties.

  He looked down at me, eyes blazing with fire. “You know I can’t do that, Samantha. What if your parents come home?” He was improvising lines, too, trying to get me to respond as best as I could. He was making a great partner in more ways than one.

  I played along, thanking the stars I took that acting class my freshman year. “They’re gone all day, Wilder. We have the whole house to ourselves.” I was bold as the character took over me. I reached a hand out and touched his warm, bare chest. “But we don’t have to go inside if you don’t want to…”

  He stood from his place on the lounge seat next to me, instantly finding my hand. His force pulled me to my feet. As I struggled to find a balance, his lips met mine like a burst of a comet. We went reeling backwards towards the brick home, my head hitting the side forcefully. But I didn’t have time to pay attention to it. Wilder’s mouth was powerful and warm as he dove deeper into the kiss. It was almost what I imagined it to be as a kid in that bed years ago. But he was much, much more than I could expect.

  I could hear Daniel off to the side shouting commands, “Yes! More! Deeper!” I did as he requested, launching my tongue into his mouth as he spun my head in his hands back and forth to face the camera.

  Part of me knew it was acting. Part of me hoped it wasn’t. This insatiable hunger overtook me as my body warmed up. That same, clenching feeling in my gut reappeared as it did yesterday when I watched him fuck another woman in the set’s bathroom. I was the star this time. I was the girl he was about to bed.

  I felt his hand slip towards my ass, grabbing a handful under the swimsuit bottom. He was wanting, too. My leg brushed up against his erection he was attempting to keep hidden from the camera lens. It was too soon in the shoot for that. I tried to ignore it, but I was secretly pleased. I did that to him. Me, the first time porn star, managed to make a man like him go erect with just a kiss and a bit of a massage.

  His arms shot up towards my shoulders, pulling away from the kiss. He grabbed my ponytail, twisting it around his arm and taking hold. He looked at me for a long second as he breathed heavily. I waited for him to say something, anything, but, instead, he clenched harder, causing me to cry out. He led me to my knees as they hit the gravel surrounding the side of the home. I looked up just in time to see his cock in front of me, his swim trunks hitting the ground with a soft thud.

  I knew what he wanted. I’ve had boyfriends ask me to give oral before, but I had always resisted. It just seemed so unclean, unnatural. My mouth wasn’t supposed to go around that. Still, Wilder looked at me as if there were no other option. His glowing blue eyes said not to question it, to not fight it. I was going to suck his cock or never leave this shoot.

  So I opened my mouth just enough for him to force it in hard. I steadied myself from the lunge before placing my hands upon his hips where the hair around his cock formed small tuffs. He exhaled as he continued to hold on to my hair and head. I could feel him force me back, sliding my mouth up and down. He had to know that this was my first time, but at least he wouldn’t let me look like it.

  After a few long strokes from the back of my mouth to the top of his cock, I got the rhythm down. I started to make it up, as well. I started taking almost his entire length into my mouth. I wanted to show him what I could do, what I was capable of giving him. He held on to the wall as I slowly went centimeter by centimeter deeper until I couldn’t take it any longer. I shot up, going fast, making the saliva in my mouth cover his cock with traces of me. When my mouth grew tired, my tongue did the work as it swirled around and around, making snake-like shapes around his shaft.

  I could see his fingers press down harder into the stone as I looked up at him and a cameraman standing near his shoulder. My eyes danced in delight as his head cocked back. With hushed tones he called out towards me, “Fuck! This is good.”

  I released him, this time cocking my head to the side and licking his balls. He let out another unearthly sound like nothing I'd heard before. I darted my tongue between each of them before taking the one in my mouth entirely while my hand kneaded at the other very gently.

  Without warning, his grip on my hair tightened as he pulled away and towards the ground. He growled at me as he looked down. His body towering over mine, “I’m going to teach you things you never thought you would learn.”

  He picked me up by the stomach, removing my bikini bottoms in one swipe, and placing me on his shoulder. He walked me back towards the chair where he was just lathering me up in suntan oil. His hands positioned one of my legs over his shoulder as he dove his head down towards my legs. I closed my eyes tight, unsure of what to expect. But the touch of his wet tongue and hot mouth jolted me awake. I wanted to see it all. His brown hair rustling against my thigh, his fingers digging deep into stomach and the other finding my breast for something to hold onto and squeeze. I wrapped my arms around the chair to keep myself from pushing his head farther into my flesh.

  I was hot and cold at the same time, my body feeling as though it could melt into a puddle and drip through the slats of the wooden chair. But, still, an icy freeze came over me as if to even it out. My feet and toes curling as his mouth danced faster, making more concentrated circles against my clit. I let go of everything inside of me, forcing myself to free every nasty thought, every wild desire. The feeling of ecstasy, or at least what I thought ecstasy was like, rushed over me as blood rushed to my thighs.

  He licked at my gush of fluids, smiling almost delighted towards me as he said, “That was one. I can do it again.”

  Wilder wouldn’t let me rest as he shouted, “Hold on!” He lifted me up and then flipped me over by the waist so my head faced his feet. My legs locked around his neck in a panic as he held tight to my waist and me around his hips. He began licking yet again, this time the angle completely different. His tongue was able to reach places it couldn’t previously, his mouth could blow hot, sweet air against my pussy.

  The rush of blood to my head didn’t bother me. Instead, I took the opportunity to find his cock and lead it to my mouth. Two could play at that game. I went deep, feeling his body almost lurch backwards from the surprise. I arched my head up even more so I could follow his motions, allowing the waves to come over the both of us. I wanted him to come just lik
e he made me. He grew harder and harder with each lick and suck.

  But as he grew more resolute, I grew weaker. My legs began to shake as I used his weight to hold me up. I wanted to collapse. I wanted to rest. But his mouth was magic. His tongue was too powerful. He found my clit again and pressed all the right buttons just as they needed to be. I exploded again, crying out as his cock was still halfway in my mouth. The vibrations from my cry made him laugh into my skin. At least I knew he had a sense of humor.

  I found the ground with my hands, indicating I was spent. I waited for Daniel to call cut. At least, I was told that after foreplay, we would get a break. But there was silence from the small crew. Everyone had just faded into the background and had let us do our thing. Even Wilder hesitated before scooping me into his arms and then laying down on the chair with me still cradled. My back rested up against his chest, my bottom unconsciously grinding softly against his hard cock.

  He whispered into my ear as he kissed my hair, “That was two. I want number three.”

  I pushed myself to my hands and knees and then spun myself so I faced him. I hovered my pussy over his cock as he sat up farther to watch. He licked his lips, clearly wanting what I was about to give him. Still, I lingered there, wanting to take more of this man, my stepbrother. What he had done leading up to this moment, how he had made me feel – it didn’t seem like it was crossing the line. But if I took his dick into my pussy, I was never going to look at him the same. He wouldn’t be my brother, the guy I grew up with, the person who taught me how to drive or navigate George Washington High School. This would be my lover.

  It was wrong, but I inched down slowly, letting him watch as his cock broke through that barrier he wasn’t aware of. I felt him fill me up with his skin, his blood, his muscles. I let him start pushing his hips into mine as I moved slowly up and down, bouncing gently. My breasts followed the motion as my arms instantly shot up to them. I fingered my own nipples, wanting to feel even more.

  Wilder sat up fully, bringing my body into his as his hands grabbed onto my ass, his short nails finding a way to dig marks into my skin. And then I felt it; it was a sting, a slap, a white hot amber. He had slapped my ass as I was in mid motion. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I knelt there paused. He continued to push and pull into me, obviously not wanting me to stop. I started again, slower this time, unsure what was going to happen next.

  This time, I leaned forward towards him, grabbing the chair’s back over his shoulder. I again felt his hand move quickly towards my ass before he hit me again. Whack! The sound was something straight out of a movie’s sound effects. But the mark on my skin that I was sure was turning pink or red was as real as it could be. I let out a gasp before I let the words slip out of my mouth, “Do it again…please…again.”

  Whatever it was about my words or how I said it to him in a plea, whispering my inner most desires sent him into a frenzy. He sped up, pushing farther into me like a motor not able to quit. He hit me again, and again, and again. I felt powerless as if this weren’t what I should want, but the shock mixed with the sting gave me the most out of mind experience I'd ever had. I wanted him to do more, to punish me for being his sister, for not telling him who I was.

  His hand rose higher, smacking my ass harder for the fourth and fifth time in a fast, unpredictable pace. I continued to cry out with my orgasm. It burst through me with one last whip. I lowered myself backwards, towards his feet, his cock still linked and buried deep in me, him still moving in and out, as fast as ever. I mustered my strength to join him, wrapping my arms around his neck. His mouth had opened a bit as he moved his glare from my tits to my face. He took in my eyes, dazed and glossed from the third orgasm as he said firmly, “Again.”

  Wilder bounced me higher, forcing me to move into the air again. He wasn’t going to let me quit. Not today, not ever. I was growing close again, impossibly so. Four times seemed impossible, but I couldn’t think clearly. All I could feel was him vibrating underneath me and my need to scream something, anything out.

  As he let out a huge gust of air, his body flying backwards towards the chair, and me falling with him, I said it. I called out, “Will!”

  Chapter 4: Past Haunts

  I was hearing things now. This girl’s body was so unbelievably good, I could swear she called out Will as she came. But that would be crazy. No one, not even Julie, knew my real name. That’s how it works in this industry. You do your job, you occasionally make an acquaintance, and you never ask for more details than what was needed.

  And my history was just one of those things I wouldn’t let anyone touch.

  I locked eyes with this girl as she finished. She was exploding all over my cock, which was pulsating back inside of her. The condom I slipped on when we switched positions was filling with my semen the more and more she cried out.

  But, that’s not how it usually goes. I’m honestly lucky if I cum these days. So much sex can totally take away from your ability to pop your cork. And when the girls just become a passing haze of the same old tits and spray tan, there isn’t much to even hold your interest. That’s why this Kylie girl was getting my attention today. She wasn’t the same as the others. She was fresh. She was pure. She was something familiar without being tired and done. And I wanted more of her.

  Daniel called out cut from behind me. The cameras and gear instantly fell by the men’s waysides as everyone looked like they needed a collective deep breath. Kylie slowly stood up. She was off-balance, totally unsure of what to do now that it was over and complete. I watched as she looked down at me and opens her mouth. I wanted to hear her speak. I wanted her to say something to me after all that.

  But I broke the silence, “They may need us to reshoot something. You might want to go clean up in the talent bathroom and then come out again.” It was stupid. I had no idea why I felt like I had to hold her hand through this. None of the other girls were so hesitant on their first day. In fact, most jumped in as if this was their lifelong dream, one they couldn’t wait to fulfill. It was when they got started that their stage fright kicked in or the reality of the situation set in.

  I had seen my share of girls walk away. But Kylie stayed. Kylie went round for round, toe to toe. She didn’t wait for instructions or cues. She didn’t need to be placed or to have the makeup artist jump in for touch ups or pat downs. She treated it as if she were actually making love to someone she had known for many years.

  Kylie nodded at me passively and then marched off towards the bathroom. I watched her walk towards the robes and instantly cover herself up. It was as if she realized her body was sacred again. She did a slow trot towards the bathroom, her face pointed straight towards the ground as she avoided one of the cameraman’s congratulations.

  I sat up myself. The hot Nevada sun was baking me on this chair. I hadn’t noticed how red my skin was getting despite having a pretty decent tan. I noticed Daniel’s sunburn on the tip of his nose as he sits next to me, flipping through his clipboard of notes. But the pages were empty.

  “What’s left? What needs to be reshot?”

  “Nothing.” He said low, in complete disbelief.

  I stopped myself as I asked, “Wait. What? You don’t want to add in some action, change any positions?” It wasn’t that I wanted to do the extra work or stay on set later than I had to. I was just used to at least an hour more of fucking as I got told to add in more foreplay or to take her from behind. There were sometimes issues with camera angles or a girl wiggling too much when I give her oral.

  “No. That’s just it. We discussed it and none of us think you should redo that. It’s going to be a straight scene. No cuts. No edits. That’s it. We’ll edit her cries out in post production so she screams Wilder instead, but that’s about it.” He looked at me as if he were as confused as me.

  I ran my hand through my hair as I lay back in the seat again. I wanted to ask him to redo it, to give me another shot with her. I could do better. I needed to give her better. I could show her things she w
ouldn't have known. I could give her more orgasms on top of the four I ordered her to have. But most importantly, I had to have her again. I had to feel her tight pussy bounce up and down on my cock while her breasts spun in small rotations. I wanted to watch her head tilt back when she came and smell her bounty the moment she burst.

  Even thinking of it got me hard as I quickly grabbed my trunks off of the ground where I discarded them. Daniel stood and walked off to where Kylie was now waiting behind the glass. I could sense they know one another. She was standing close enough to him to lean on him for security, but she was also at an arm’s distance and I knew she didn’t trust him either. He put his hand on the small of her back and I watched as she squirmed away deftly. At least I knew there was nothing happening there.

  I wanted to follow her up the stairs, but Julie caught me off-guard, holding onto my arm as I passed her. She cooed, “That was amazing, Wilder. Even I was turned on. I may even go home and get out the toys.”

  She was the last person I wanted to talk to, but I knew I couldn’t shake her. That’s just not how we operated. “Thanks for the compliment,” I offered as I tried to walk away. “But that wasn’t all me. The girl’s good.”