#BABYMACHINE: A Billionaire Bad Boy Romance

by Cassandra Dee

  Getting into it, I lifted my tits out of my bra cups and suckled one, pushing the puffy nipple in my mouth. Goddamn if I didn’t hear Ralph unzip his fly, no doubt starting up the hand job again.

  But I ignored him and kept suckling, swaying my hips sensually for the camera. Turning around, I bent over and pushed my ass back, my cheeks barely covered by the wisp of lace. Tantalizingly, I ran a finger up and down the rim of my underwear, pulling it to the side for a flash of my cunny, a glimpse of that steamy pink flesh. Teasingly, I dropped the cloth back in place, looking over my shoulder at the camera and letting out a low moan of arousal.

  “Ohhhh,” I murmured, licking my lips, the pink plushness enticing.

  Slowly, I picked up the dildo Lauren had given me and took a long, slow lick before forming a perfect “O” and delicately inserting the tip in my mouth. I let my tongue trail around the bulbous head, kissing and massaging the soft rubber, before sliding it down my throat, taking it deep.

  I thought I heard Lauren squeal with shock from my dirtiness. Yeah, I know I come across as a nice, conservative brunette, but I’m pretty slutty on the inside and have practiced a lot on cucumbers, zucchini and squash … pickles are my personal favorite.

  Slowly, I fucked my throat with the dildo, getting the toy massively wet, the soft rubber head visibly running down my throat as Ralph and Lauren watched with amazement. Then with a wet sucking sound, I pulled it out, and sat myself down on the couch facing the camera, knees spread, this time hooking a finger around my panties to sweep the crotch aside.

  “Like it big boy?” I asked, addressing the screen. Of course, the screen was black but I knew how these things worked. Bring the customer into the scene, right? Make them feel like they’re right there with you.

  Pulling my knees up so that my pussy was fully exposed, I reached down with two fingers and held my labia apart, pulling the soft flesh so that the lens could zoom into my pink pussy. My vulva was steamy and moist, my inner channel a hot pink, dripping with fluid and even pulsing a bit, beating with my arousal.

  With a soft moan, I circled the dildo around my clit, tossing my head back, before beginning the penetration.

  Oh fuck it felt so good! The massive head parted my lips, intruding into my tiny depths, stretching me and making me whine with arousal. I slid it in a couple inches, looking down with amazement at the sight of my baby pussy violated by this massive dong, and squealed again slightly as I stirred the big dick in my cunt, letting it graze my g-string, stimulating my sweet folds.

  But I wanted it deep, real deep. With a determined look, I grabbed the base of the dildo and pushed it into my snatch, the glistening pole disappearing inch by inch into my chubby pussy, the lips now stretched as thin as rubber bands. I squealed and moaned with the penetration, bucking my hips slightly, but making sure to keep my knees wide so that the camera could see everything.

  Once the toy was in all the way, the ten incher buried deep, I let out a deep sigh of pleasure, my body twisting sinuously on the casting couch. With a flick of my wrist, I began fucking myself, the dildo sliding with wet, sucking sounds.

  “Oh oh oh!” I moaned, tossing my head, twisting a nipple with one hand as my other fucked the dildo in and out. “Fuck me!” I shrieked for effect. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!”

  And my performance was grade AAA. With a roar, Ralph came, a great spurt of sperm jetting from his penis, arcing over the desk before landing wetly on some papers. He didn’t give a shit though. His eyes were glued to me as he jacked off, watching me fuck myself with the enormous toy.

  Lauren too, was watching with her eyes wide and mouth open. Although she wasn’t touching herself, her face was flushed and breathing elevated. Holy cow, I’d even aroused another woman!

  Inordinately pleased, I kept running the rubber dick in and out, making sure to fuck myself all the way to the base, letting my pussy feel the benefit of that ten-inch length. After about twenty seconds, I felt my crest coming. A tidal surge began in the base of my spine, and with a blast, exploded in my pussy, ecstasy and pleasure rippling in waves through my body as my twat contracted and spasmed on the toy.

  It was hard to control, I admit. The dildo had been deeply rooted in me, but my pussy spasms were so hard, so strong, that it almost forced the toy out, and I had to grip the base firmly to keep it in my snatch as my flesh pulsed with rhythm around the hard shaft.

  Finally, the last of the spasms subsided, and I opened my eyes, blinking slowly, giving a soft, sated smile. With the dildo still buried in my twat, I asked the camera, “Did I get the job?”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Stryke

  Shit, our stepsister was so fucking dirty. It was unbelievable how this turn of events had come to pass, giving new meaning to the words “perversity” and “irony.” Truth is truly stranger than fiction.

  Ralph, our man on the ground in New York, had called, his voice rough and harsh.

  “I got one for you,” he said with little introduction. “You’re going to want to see this one.”

  Now my brother and I are what you’d call adult entertainment producers. We’re still students at USC, but we enrolled in a class called “A Brief History of Porn” and immediately knew that our future lay in the adult industry. It’s not that we’ve given up on mainstream film. It’s just that mainstream shit is so fucking expensive, requiring a million sign-offs, a million dollars, a million permits, whereas with porn you can experiment relatively cheaply.

  So we’d dived into the trade with gusto, trying out new techniques, dialogue, all that shit, while making a shit ton of money. Flesh sells, I’m telling you.

  Of course, one of the most important aspects of any film is casting and in porn, it’s even more crucial to ultimate success or failure. We source girls from all over and are always looking for new talent. It’s just the nature of the biz you know? Young, nubile girls are always sought after, and we’re developing a naughty schoolgirl series preliminarily titled, “Dirty for Professor X.”

  So we’ve developed a network of scouts all around the country, mostly club managers who kept their eyes open for girls with the right looks and pizzazz. Ralph, for better or worse, is one of our best. It’s partly because he’s in NYC where there’s a deep pool of talent, but also because he’s experienced. He knows what we like and what we don’t. In: big boobs, curvy bodies, slutty attitudes. Out: Drugs, dependencies, daddy issues.

  So I’d been eager to see the footage. We’d seen a lot of audition tapes recently, but most girls don’t have the innocent, wide-eyed look necessary to portray a nubile co-ed. Instead, most had that worn-out, used-up look, which in porn is sadly common.

  I clicked the video icon and my screen blurred before sharpening, focusing on beautiful girl with luscious auburn hair and a curvy body to-die for.

  I bolted straight up in my chair. Could it be? Holy shit!

  The performer was still staring uncertainly at the camera as I shouted for my brother.

  “Sax!” I yelled. “Get in here!”

  My brother strode over from the other room, busy in his job looking at “modeling shots” from some of our hopefuls. Guys are gross because they send unsolicited penis photos, but girls in the industry can be even worse -- we’ve seen interior photos of vaginas, anuses, deep creaming, you name it. And when you’ve seen as much as we have, it’s not even sexy anymore, it’s just a job, clinical almost, totally detached.

  “What?” Sax growled. “This better be good.”

  But when he saw the face on screen, his jaw dropped, and blindly, he reached for a chair, pulling up to the monitor.

  “Holy fucking shit,” I managed. “It’s Melanie,” I choked, pressing play again.

  And fuck, our new sister was absolutely magnetic. At first she was stilted and shy, moving robotically, but it only lent authenticity to the whole thing. She was the original nubile co-ed, doe-eyed and innocent. But it got even better. Soon enough, she warmed up to the camera and was working her tits and ass like a pro, f
lashing bits here and there, teasing the camera, letting us dream, our dongs stiff and hard.

  “Hey big boy,” she cooed, while slurping on a nipple. “You like?”

  Yes, my brother and I liked very much, judging from the bulges at our groins. Fuck, the little girl was sexy!

  I heard a low moan from Saxon when Melanie began fucking herself with the dildo. Her snatch was so tight, so wet, that the dildo could hardly stay in, she had to shove forcefully with her wrist, that big piece of rubber coated and dripping with her fluids. Her scene ended with a magnificent orgasm, her little snatch twisting and turning on the monster, her head thrown back as she gave the sweetest of whimpers, breasts heaving as liquids dripped onto the couch.

  And as soon as the tape ended, I turned to my brother.

  “We have to get her here,” I ground out.

  “Fly her out immediately,” he agreed.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Melanie

  Things have moved really fast. After the audition, I’d confronted Lauren.

  “You said we were stripping, not doing porn!” I’d accused in the dressing room of the club, ignoring the dancers who brushed past us.

  Lauren was nonchalant, applying make-up under the bright bulb of the vanity mirror.

  “Oh stop,” she said breezily. “It was just an audition tape, no one’s going to see it except Ralph and the producers,” she said. “Plus I can tell Ralph really liked you,” she confided with a wink.

  Oh really? And what gave it away? The huge jet of semen that’d erupted when he came? The disgusting moaning sounds he’d made all throughout my audition?

  “No seriously Mel,” said Lauren, turning to face me. “Lots of girls audition at the Donkey Club because it’s a gateway to the NYC club scene. There are actually talent scouts and agents in the crowd here, you never know who you’re going to meet,” she said.

  “Talent scouts? Agents?” I practically screamed. “Did you get a look at that crowd? Rednecks without a dollar to their name!” I shrieked.

  “Shh,” hushed Lauren, looking around. “Careful what you say, some of those ‘so-called’ rednecks are regulars, don’t be a snob.”

  That shut me up. I didn’t see myself as snooty, I was part of the ninety-nine percent, not the one percent, and that was why I was stripping. So I kept my trap shut, aware that the conversation had veered off course.

  “Listen, am I going to be dancing tonight?” I demanded. Tuition was due next week, and maybe I could figure out some kind of payment program with the Trinity registrar. Seriously, anything would help.

  “Nah, Ralph says that he needs to talk with the producers first,” said Lauren casually, putting on the final touches to her make-up. “But I’m sure you’ll hear back, and soon you’ll be up on that pole, shaking that moneymaker,” she grinned devilishly. “Plus, it’s time for me to get my own moneymaker going,” she said. “See you later, babe.”

  And with that, Lauren pranced on stage, shimmying and jiggling like a real professional. Oh wait, I guess she is a professional. But she was damn good, swinging that long blonde hair, jiggling her boobies, and spreading her snatch for men to kiss and lick. Because the Donkey Club was a no-holds-barred type of place … guys got to touch, feel and smell, fingering girls here and there, pulling their dicks out as the girls circled around them. I thought I even saw a girl seat herself in a dude’s lap, throwing her head back as his cock wormed into her, but I couldn’t see very well and frankly, I was so delirious that my mind could have been playing tricks.

  So I just observed that first night, my mouth hanging open at the utter debauchery of the Donkey Club. After we made it back to Virginia, my cell rang almost immediately.

  “Melanie?” said a male voice. “This is Ralph, you auditioned for me today?” As if I could forget.

  “The directors like you and want you to fly to LA for an in-person interview,” he said. “I booked you a ticket for tomorrow at 8 am, arriving in LA around noon. A car will meet you at the airport and take you straight to the set,” he said, before hanging up abruptly.

  What the hell? Lauren hadn’t mentioned that there’d be another interview. Besides I had class tomorrow! But again … eyes on the prize. I needed money for school, and didn’t have any other options.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Saxon

  My brother and I were nervous, although you wouldn’t be able to tell just looking at us. We sat cool and composed in our office, idly watching some porn, checking our email, giving instructions to employees. After watching the audition tape, we’d been on the phone to New York immediately.

  “Get her here,” was all I said, and Ralph had made the arrangements pronto.

  Now we sat in our office, waiting for Melanie to arrive. Goddamn but life was weird.

  The door opened, and our secretary popped her head in.

  “Ms. Jones here to see you,” she said. I nodded, and Melanie made her way into the room.

  She stopped short as soon as the door closed, unable to keep the shock off her face. Because instead of some seedy, anonymous, middle-aged dude, Stryke and I sat there, immaculately groomed, looking at her with a glimmer in our eyes.

  “Brothers,” she said faintly. “What are you doing here? I was supposed to meet with the heads of Intercon Productions.

  “Sister, we are Intercon Productions,” said Stryke silkily. “Jack Strike at your service.”

  “We were very impressed by your audition tape,” I added, giving her a cool smile.

  She sat limply on the couch in our office, her chestnut hair gently waving over an oversize college sweatshirt, her ass in tight jeans outfitted with sneakers. Perfect. She’d be amazing in our “Naughty Co-eds” production.

  “But,” she stammered. “Weren’t you guys in college at USC? What are you doing here?” she said slowly.

  “Honey,” I said. “We’re still in school. But Stryke and I decided to be entrepreneurial and open our own film development and distribution production in the meantime. After all, why wait until we graduate? That’s four years of productivity wasted.”

  “Plus,” added my brother. “Porn pays a lot, if you know what I mean.”

  Melanie flushed.

  “I’m not here to do porn,” she said stiffly. “I was supposed to interview for a stripper job at the Donkey Club but they told me I had to do an in-person interview with some producers and I figured it was someone from the club,” she stated.

  “Oh yeah,” I said casually. “We don’t own the Donkey Club but we source girls through Ralph for our vids. We were pleasantly surprised, I should say, when we got your audition tape. Why were you there, Melly?”

  And hearing her nickname seemed to make her crumble a bit.

  “I don’t have money for school,” she said softly. “You know your dad’s getting military pay now, and my mom doesn’t have enough to help me with tuition. So I’ve been scrambling,” she admitted. “I’m desperate for tuition money, I love school and don’t want to drop out.”

  My brother and I exchanged a glance.

  “How much do you need?” I asked, curious. I mean, Trinity was an expensive place but could it be more expensive than USC?

  “Forty-six thousand,” said our sister, her eyes downcast, a glimmer of tears shining in those big brown pools. “Forty-six thousand that I’ll never get.”

  My brother shot me a look and I knew exactly what he was thinking. Forty-six was a lot, but it wouldn’t be a problem. With our little porn production shindig, we were raking in hundreds of thousands each month, and another fifty or so wouldn’t be a big deal … especially to help our sister.

  “Little sis,” began Stryke, his voice gentle and calm. “I think we have a solution for you,” he said.

  Melanie looked up swiftly.

  “You do?” she asked. “Please, I’ll do anything to stay in school, I never thought of myself as a drop-out,” she said tearily.

  “Yeah, we have some ideas,” Stryke continued. “And they all involve taking yo
ur clothes off … for us.”

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  Melanie

  I gasped with shock. I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised. I mean, my twin stepbrothers had pretty much admitted that they were running a porn distribution outfit, complete with producing original content. It’s just that we were family. And what did that mean, “taking off my clothes for them”?

  As if sensing my unspoken question, Stryke continued.

  “We make a lot Melly,” he said gently. “It’s all legal, everyone’s legit, no underage girls or any shit like that. But it involves sex … lots of it,” he added.

  “Do you mean dancing at the Donkey Club?” I asked tremulously. I had no problem with that, that’s what I’d originally intended after all.

  “Yeah, that, but maybe a little more, too. If you’re into it, that is,” said Saxon gently.

  I looked between my brothers, their blue gazes so penetrating yet warm at the same time. I could feel myself flushing, my core heating, moistening in the vicinity of these two alpha males.

  “What exactly were you thinking?” I asked softly.

  “Nothing specific just yet,” said Saxon vaguely. “Let’s just get to the tryouts,” he added.

  I’d been ready for this. “Shoot,” I said, mentally steeling myself. I was prepared to answer any questions they had up their sleeve.

  But my brothers shared an amused glance.

  “Melly,” said Sax gently. “We need you to take off your clothes … because we’re going to fuck you, hard.”

  WHAT? WTF? My shock must have shown on my face because my brothers chuckled.